#everytime he comes close to realizing just how fucked up he is. flower takes over

[catamaurrr-star]

thinking about my ocs again. it would be sooo fucked up if you were pyre actually

[cloudswritingcornerarchived]

Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Three

CC! Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k Words

Summary: After your failed minecraft date, you agree to go on a real date with Wilbur.

TWs: Stalkerish ex, crying, a few swear words, mentions of food

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Part One Part Two

“Do you want to go on a real date?” Wilbur realized how he sounded and started to backtrack, “It doesn’t have to be romantic or anything if you don’t want it to be. I think it could be a nice distraction, we can just go somewhere and do something fun-”

You cut off Wilburs rambling and said, “I’d love to go on a real date.” a soft smile crossing your face as Wilbur sighed in relief.

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes, leaving the discord call.

“Wow,” you thought aloud to yourself. “I’m going on a real date with Wilbur in thirty minutes.”

“Oh God! Thirty minutes?!” You rushed around your house to get ready.

“What am I supposed to wear when I know absolutely nothing about what we’re going to do?” You stood in front of your closet, sorting through your clothes aimlessly for a while.

“Oh I’ve got nothing to wear! This is horrible!” Your full closet just didn’t seem to hold anything you wanted.

“Ding, dong, ding, dong.” Your doorbell rang.

“WHAT?” You looked down at your phone to check the time and all the color drained from your face at the realization that you had spent the whole thirty minutes just staring into your closet.

“Well, I guess what I’m already wearing will have to do.” You whispered to yourself, “I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”

You walked out of your bedroom and to your front door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Hey!” You opened the door, greeting Wilbur.

“Hey Y/n! You look great!” He responded.

You almost walk out the door then remember that your keys are still inside.

“Oh crap wait I almost forgot my keys! That would’ve sucked oh wow. Uh, come in, you can wait on the couch or something while I find them” You walked back inside, Wilbur following close behind.

“The couch is right over there,” you pointed, “make yourself at home.”

Wilbur walked into your living room and sat on the couch, putting his feet on the coffee table before quickly deciding against it and taking them off.

You were searching around for your keys when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“I thought you said you didn’t have any plans for today?”

“I didn’t…” You responded as you opened the door

“What are you doing here??”

Your ex, Sam, stood in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers in their hand, quickly inviting themselves in.

“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you, I know you and Wilbur are just friends. I didn’t mean it, I was just upset. When I saw you blocked me I knew I had to come right over here and apologize-”

Wilbur walked out of the living room to see you standing in front of Sam with flowers in their hand, his jaw clenching when he remembered who they were.

“What the fuck is he doing here??” Your ex asked, raising their volume noticeably. “Jesus! Everytime I think you might be good for me you immediately prove me wrong with that fuck hanging around!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to,” Wilbur shot back, stepping up to Sam who was considerably shorter than him.

“You think I’m scared of you tough guy?”

“You should be,” Wilbur responded.

They got in each other’s faces and Sam shoved Wilbur before you quickly yelled at them to stop, “Sam get out! I don’t know why you thought it would be okay to come here but you need to leave right now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, doll” Your ex tried to push a strand of hair out of your face but you dodged it.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, GET OUT before I call the cops !” You yelled, standing your ground.

They scoffed and started walking towards the door, throwing the flowers on the ground causing petals to fly everywhere.

“Wilbur won’t always be here doll, and I’ll be back to win you over again.”

You slammed the door in their face and slid down it, breaking into a sob once you hit the floor.

“Theyre such a fucking creep!” Wilbur yelled in frustration.

You didn’t respond so Wilbur grabbed the bunch of flowers and put them in the trash, grabbing a broom to sweep up the rest that scattered the floor.

“I don’t think you should spend the night here until you can get a restraining order Y/n.” He advised.

“Where else would I go? I can’t afford a hotel room until then, the courts are so behind right now from COVID-”

“Uhh,” he thought for a second, “you can stay at my place till then, if you’d like?” Wilbur offered.

“You really don’t have to do that Wilbur, you’ve done so much for me already.”

“I insist. They don’t know where I live, and my place is much safer than a hotel anyhow.”

You thought about it for a second before sighing, “yeah I guess you’re right. Let me pack a bag real quick.”

You walked back to your room sniffling. You quickly filled a bag with all the things you would need for at least a week and walked back out to your living room where Wilbur stood.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah”

The drive to Wilbur’s was a quick one. Comfortable silence filled the air as you stared out the window. The only noise was an occasional sniff to clear your stuffy nose.

Wilbur’s knuckles were white from the force he was holding the steering wheel with.

A few minutes later Wilbur pulled into his driveway.

“Your house is closer than I thought it was,” you thought aloud.

“Yeah, It’s crazy we haven’t at least met up before this,” he added.

“Sucks that this is your first impression of meeting me. I promise it’s not usually this crazy”

“What’s been happening is not your fault at all Y/n,” Wilbur said before stepping out the car and walking around to open your door for you. Grabbing your bag so you could stand up before closing your door and handing you back your bag.

“Beep, beep” the car sounded when Wilbur locked it as you both walked inside.

Wilbur’s house was simply decorated but filled with many tiny meaningful details on the inside. A Polaroid of him, Tommy, and Phil on the fridge, a Youtoos of Niki on the bookshelf in the living room. Simple things to make it look more lived in.

“Where should I put my bag?” You asked him, looking around the room.

“Oh here let me show you the guest room real quick”

Wilbur walked you down the hallway and opened a door revealing a decent sized room with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a desk.

“It’s not much but it will work for now,” He glanced around the humble room.

You set down your bags and sat on the bed, “No it’s lovely, thank you again. For everything.”

“Of course, I’m going to let you settle in for a bit while I cook something for dinner alright? We can watch a movie or something afterwards.”

“Sure.”

And with that Wilbur left like he said he would and you leaned back into the soft bed, letting it absorb you while you pondered your thoughts for a moment before deciding to put some things away. You put your clothes in the drawers and a few other things you brought on the desk before Wilbur knocked on the door.

“Dinners ready if you want to eat,” he announced.

“Oh good, I’m starving.”

Wilbur brought you to the dinner table and you both ate your food, simple conversations being thrown about in between bites. Once you were done eating Wilbur grabbed your plate and put it in the dishwasher before starting it up.

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” He asked after clicking start.

“I’m actually really tired,” you admitted. “Would you mind if I went to bed?”

“No of course not,” Wilbur looked at the stove’s time, “it is getting pretty late actually, I think I’ll go to sleep as well.”

You told each other goodnight and went your separate ways, him to his room and you to yours.

Hours later you were stuck staring at the ceiling, restless. You had been trying to fall asleep for hours with no luck.

“I wonder if Wilbur is still up?” You thought to yourself before throwing off the covers and stepping out of bed.

Careful not to make the floorboards creak, you softly walked across the hall to Wilbur’s room. His door was shut and his lights were off.

Without thinking you twisted the door knob and looked inside.

“Wilbur?” You whispered, peaking your head in.

“Yeah?” Wilbur’s response was clouded by his groggy voice.

“Are you awake?” You stared at the floor and waited for a response.

“I am now, what’s up?” Wilbur sat up in his bed and turned on a dim lamp on his nightstand.

“I can’t sleep. Do you think- Um…” Your voice trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

“Y/n?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?” Your voice was hardly audible, barely a whisper. “I can sleep on the floor or something-“

“Come on,” Wilbur flipped the covers off the opposite side of his bed inviting you to lay down.

You smiled and walked over, climbing in but maintaining the space between the two of you.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Wilbur.” You quickly fell asleep in the comfort of your friend’s presence.

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[genshin-no-simp]

Kaeya x Reader - Needy (Smut)

Pairing: Kaeya x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual content below the cut.

Warnings: dacryphilia, teasing, Kaeya is a tease (always).

You let out a gentle sob as you tried once again to lower yourself onto Kaeya's thick girth. It has been some time since the two of you have had the opportunity to spend time together, safe to say you were unprepared and impatient. But you weren't expecting to struggle so much.

"K-Kaeya, please help." You sobbed, as you wriggled on him. His tip teased and prodded your aching and dripping hole. It was so close but it just wouldn't go in.

Despite being touch starved and needy himself, Kaeya found this highly amusing. He never expected you to be this needy, so needy that you were desperately trying to fill yourself up and getting frustrated because you can't. He smirked as he lazily rubbed his fingers against your thigh.

"Come on Raindrop, I know you can do it," he cooed, so voice low and silky.

You whimpered and Kaeya could feel your slick dripping down his cock. His hands ghosted over your skin until they reached your ass. He gripped each cheek firmly in either hand, his fingers spread across making sure to cup your ass fully as he began to massage them. With each stroke, he gently helped you lower. You bit your lip, coaxed on by his ministrations you pushed yourself down further. Finally you felt his tip penetrate your pussy.

You choked on a sigh of relief as more tears streamed down your face. Kaeya licked his lips, you looked so fucking good right now. He didn't know what it was about seeing you cry during sex, but he loved it, he loved watching the tears of pleasure stream down your face as he pushes you passed your limits. Begging him to stop yet refusing to let go of him. Hence the nickname Raindrop.

You continued sinking down onto him, your fingers gripped tighter against his vest as if it would help you fit him inside you. You were still a long way to go until he was fully inside you. You thought once the tip was in, you would be able to easily slide all the way down but it was still proving difficult. All you wanted his cock, maybe you should've let Kaeya take his time on you but you wanted it so bad.

"K-Kae," you sobbed weakly, "p-please Kae." Your lips trembled as you pushed your bare chest against his. Kaeya gripped your ass tighter before pulling you off him. You whined in protest feeling him slide out.

He chuckled, "you wanted my help didn't you?" He smirked narrowing his eye at you.

You realized maybe you should have tried a bit harder or maybe this is exactly what you wanted. Kaeya moved you onto your back as he hovered over you. A hand immediately delving between your thighs and into your wet folds. Your back arched into his touch.

"Look, you're so wet and you were still struggling to sit on my cock." Kaeya teased, pushing two of digits into you.

"Ngh. Ah~" you panted thrusting your hips upwards, this only caused Kaeya to push you back against the bed.

"Ah, ah sweetheart, you had your chance." He cooed.

Kaeya twisted his fingers, thrusting upwards. Throwing your head back, you moaned loudly. Kaeya knew your body like the back of his hand. Of course it wouldn't be difficult for him to find that mind numbing spot inside you. Your walls clenched around his fingers, sucking them in further. Kaeya chuckled deeply shoving them deeper, just brushing past your g-spot. You squirmed in hopes of feeling him press against it, but to no avail. You hiccuped, grabbing his arm.

"Kae," you begged, but you had a feeling no matter how much you begged, he wasn't going to give in. You had riled him up too much.

With another chuckle, Kaeya removed his fingers with a wet pop. You squeezed his arm tighter, trying to push his fingers back into you.

"You're so cute when you're needy, Raindrop." He easily freed his arm from your grip. Your lower lip trembled in frustration.

Kaeya's eye shone mischievously as he pushed your legs further apart to fully show off your dripping wet and aching pussy. He watched as your chest heaved with deep breaths, he was going to enjoy making you squirm and beg for him.

Lowering himself he nestled between your legs, his blue locks tickled your skin and your legs trembled with anticipation. With his tongue out Kaeya brought his face to your flower and lapped up your juices that leaked out. He made sure to purposefully avoid your clit. You gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. Kaeya groaned softly, gods he loved getting his hair pulled. He didn't know what it was about it, perhaps it was the pleasurable sting or perhaps he loved seeing your slightly more dominant side.

Kaeya continued to tease around your clit with his tongue as he slid two fingers back inside you. You moaned as you arched into him, shoving your pussy into his face. Yet despite this Kaeya refused to give you what you want. Spreading his fingers he stretched you out, he watched as your pussy fluttered around his fingers, desperate for more, clenching and unclenching. He had to admit it was difficult holding himself back, but he was having too much fun teasing you to let it end so soon.

Kaeya slid his tongue into your hole, where he noisily slurped and licked up your juices. Your eyes welled with tears once again, it felt so good but he was ignoring the one place that needed attention most. Tugging on his hair, you pulled him ever closer, his nose brushed against your clit. Kaeya groaned, his cock twitched with pleasure as more precum leaked from his tip. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore.

Removing his face from you he licked his lips before wiping the rest of your slick from his face. You whimpered desperately, you were getting real sick of having your pleasure ripped away from you. Your hand fell from his hair.

Without warning Kaeya buried himself inside you to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You hadn't expected him to thrust in so suddenly. The sudden stretch had you drooling. The tears that had welled in your eyes previously now streamed down your face. Your hands found it's way into his hair again. Kaeya grunted, feeling your tight, welcoming walls enveloping him. Without giving you anytime to adjust, he began to trust into you with reckless abandon.

"Kaeya, Kaeya, Kaeya. Kaeya! Kaeya!" You chanted his name continuously. Your hands didn't know where they wanted to be. Around his neck, in his hair, on his shoulders, around his back, on his chest. They were everywhere, just like the tears of pleasure that stained your gorgeous face.

Kaeya gripped your waist tightly, as he continued to thrust into you ruthlessly. It was just then that the knot inside you snapped and you came, you squirted around him and it covered his cock and stained his pelvis too.

"Oh Raindrop, you've never done that before." He licked his lips, letting his tongue poke out from between them, "think you can do it again for me?" He moaned softly, if he wasn't turned on before he certainly was now.

You were moaning uncontrollably now not only from over sensitivity but at how turned on Kaeya looked right now. It was enough to send you into another orgasm, you sobbed out a moan, your body shook and your pussy clenched tightly around his cock as you squirted again as you came. In response Kaeya didn't hold back his orgasm this time as he filled you to the brim with his cum. There was so much, it oozed out of you despite him still being sheathed inside you.

You whined feeling the emptiness as he pulled out. Kaeya stood from the bed with his back towards you, you shuffled and hugged him from behind and nuzzled your face between his shoulder blades. Kaeya chuckled softly, gently rubbing your arms. Loosening your grip slightly Kaeya turned and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled as you pulled him closer resting your hands on the broad of his back, meanwhile Kaeya nestled his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you," his voice was gentle, below a whisper as if he were to speak any louder you would shatter.

With a content smile you kissed his collar bone, "I love you too."

Kaeya let out a satisfied sigh, he could hear the love echo from your voice but still he held you closer, "I'm sorry I couldn't get time off sooner." He pulled away just enough to look at you.

You smiled shaking your head, "It's fine, besides if this is what I have to look forward to everytime, well who am I to complain?" You smirked raising an eyebrow.

Kaeya scoffed amused, "hmm who's to say, I'll be as kind and give you what you want?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "oh sweetheart, I don't think you could last."

"Oh?" He leaned in close, ghosting his lips over yours, "care to take a bet?"

You realized you shouldn't have provoked him.

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Dating Georgia and becoming close with Ginny

Request: Yes or No

~

"Ginny, I want you to be nice-"

"Why? He's gonna be gone by next week anyways." Ginny replied, frowning. Georgia shot her a pointed look, glancing at Austin.

"I like him. He helped me with a project." Austin said, looking between his sister and mother. Ginny's gaze softened, a soft sigh leaving her. Georgia perked up at the sound of the doorbell, giving Ginny another pointed look. She smoothed out her shirt, walking over to the door and opening it.

"Hey, sugar." Georgia giggled, smiling at you. You chuckled at the pet name, giving her a sweet peck as you entered the house. She clicked her tongue, taking the flowers from you.

"These are lovely." She smiled, walking to the kitchen and finding a vase for them. You entered the kitchen, noticing the kids at the table. Georgia had told you Ginny had a hard time coming around to her boyfriends so you kind of nervous.

"Hey, buddy." You greeted Austin, smiling as you sat down. Austin returned the smile. Ginny felt herself relax in the slightest. She usually liked people who got on with Austin but she was still on guard.

"Ginny, this is (Y/N)."

"Hey." Ginny greeted quietly, arms crossed and gaze on the table. You glanced at Georgia, humming.

"Nice to meet you, Ginny." You scooted your chair closer to the table, licking your lips. Georgia placed dinner down at the table, noticing the silence.

"How's work at the office?" You asked, looking at Georgia. Georgia hummed, sitting down.

"It's been busy but it feels good to have something to do." Georgia smiled, shrugging lightly.

"You always have someone to do." Ginny muttered.

"Ginny." Georgia called with a glare. You cleared your throat, glancing at Austin who seemed used to it.

"What? Am I wrong? Everytime you say that we're starting fresh, you fuck someone and we have to go cause it doesn't work out. You keep trying to replace dad but it's never gonna work. You're constantly thinking about yourself." Ginny huffed, glaring at her mom as she stood up from the table. She went up the stairs, disappearing into the hall. The sound of a door slamming echoed through the house.

"I'm sorry about her." Georgia breathed out. You lightly shook your head, giving her a small smile.

"I can go talk to her." You said, standing. Georgia raised her brows.

"Think you can handle her?"

"Maybe." You chuckled, heading up the stairs and going to the closed door. You knocked twice, gently opening the door. Ginny sniffled, glancing at you.

"Hey, Ginny." You entered the room, sitting down on the bed. Ginny stayed silent.

"I know how it feels to have someone new come into your life. My parents divorced when I was younger and started seeing other people. I always felt like my mom was trying to replace my dad and my dad was trying to replace my mom. Yes, both of them met shitty people but they left them. They both tried their hardest with me. Sometimes, it did feel like they were being selfish but then I realized that they deserved to be with people who made them happy. I have a friend who's dad died young and she felt like her mom was trying to replace him but she realized that her mom had been putting on a strong face for her so she wouldn't see her breakdown and her partner helped her get through her grief." You told her, offering a small smile.

"I don't want to replace your father. I won't force you to talk with me or take my last name. From what I've heard, Zion sounds like a cool dude."

"He is." Ginny said, giving the faintest smile. You chuckled, nodding.

"Just know, that even if things don't work out between Gia and I, I'll always be here if you need to talk to someone. You don't have to see me as a dad or anything. I'm fine with being seen as just your mom's boyfriend." You assured, watching her nod. Ginny rubbed her arm, looking away.

"Sorry for.. Snapping like that."

"I'm not the one you should apologize to but I get why you snapped. Have you tried writing down how you feel? I used to do that. I wrote down what I felt and gave it to whichever parent I was annoyed with. They would write down their perspective and we talked about it." Ginny hummed, nodding as she looked at you. She sighed, leaning forward and gently hugging you.

"Thank you." She muttered. You hugged her back, smiling softly. Georgia gently opened the door, gaze softening as she smiled.

"Anytime, Ginny."

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[hyunverse]

BUNGA (FLOWER) | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

gender neutral.

summary; you’re megumi’s dream person.

note; i wrote this bcs my birth name is actually a type of flower ugh the self indulgence also i like butterflies. also inspired by a song called bunga by masdo. i recommend listening to the song while reading. bunga means flower in malay!! also pls open the gif for better quality.

YOU REMIND MEGUMI OF A FLOWER. white orchids; they symbolize purity. and that’s exactly what you are to him.

fushiguro megumi remembers this one day when he and tsumiki had went to a flower garden together. he didn’t know why tsumiki suddenly felt like visiting a garden, but he followed anyway. he observed as his sister looked at the flowers around them, a smile never leaving her face and her eyes were practically sparkling. it felt nice to see his sister actually enjoy herself, especially after their parents got up and abandoned them, leaving tsumiki with all the house chores.

“look at all these flowers!”, tsumiki caressed the petals with her fingers, thumb gently gliding over the flowers, “they look so nice, don’t you think so megumi?”

megumi didn’t reply, he opted to stand beside his older sister. tsumiki explained the symbolisms of the flowers she knew of. the raven head looked stoic, as if he wasn’t listening to any of her words but the truth is, he was. he found the symbolism behind the white orchids particularly interesting. it suited the orchids’ physical appearance. white and innocence just made sense.

as the siblings chatted (though it technically was one sided on tsumiki’s part), a cat walked towards the duo. the ball of orange fur purred and nudged it’s head on tsumiki’s legs, immediately getting the teenage girl’s attention. she kneeled down, her previous smile growing wider.

petting the cat, she looked up at her younger brother, “aren’t cats so adorable?”.

“yeah,” megumi uttered. a lie. he wasn’t a big fan of cats, he found them annoying. dogs are better, that’s what he believed in but he didn’t have the heart to say that to his sister. not when she looks the happiest she had been in a while.

“and the weather’s really nice today!”, she added, eyes glancing up at the sky. the sun was glaring right into her eyes, so her pupils shrunk. she didn’t mind however, she had always loved sunny days. the sunlight shone right above their heads, and megumi didn’t like it. he could feel drops of sweat trickling down his back, causing his shirt to cling onto his skin. megumi much prefers when it’s cloudy, shades of grey in the sky, the perfect weather for staying at home and reading books.

even so, he just nodded, “mhm.”

shortly the sun started to set, spreading orange hues throughout the sky. flocks of birds returned to their nests, and so the fushiguro siblings made their way back to their abode. on their way tsumiki stole glances at her brother, letting out a dry chuckle everytime she notices the lack of expression on his face.

“you should smile more you know, megumi”, she ruffled his erratic hair, “you won’t get much friends if you keep on frowning like that”, she teased.

he grumbled, “i don’t care if i don’t have friends.”

megumi thought it was ridiculous. why would it matter, anyway? he’s fine being alone. people are bothersome; they’re too loud and they stress him out. especially the stupid punks in school who thinks they could do whatever they want. megumi simply shrugged and pushed his sister’s words out of his mind. scratch smiling and being likeable.

yet here he is, smiling at you. over no particular reason too.

currently, he’s walking along a beach with you. you; dressed up in a white sundress, a pair of sandals in your right hand. the sand burns under fushiguro’s feet but he couldn’t feel it over the fast thumping of his heart, he couldn’t feel the heat when his whole skin is tingling. he trolls behind you, walking over the footsteps you made. your sundress flows to the rhythm of your walk, flying slightly up when the wind blows your way, exposing the plush skin of your thighs. fushiguro looks away from your figure, his fair complexion tinted with blush.

you’re his best friend, he’s not supposed to look at you like that.

“it’s so nice here, megumi!”, you call out to him as you stand at the edge of the sea. waves crash, they trickle up to your toes. with a smile you hold up your hand for megumi to hold.

bashfully, megumi walks up to you and takes your hand in his. he’s reluctant, for he dislikes his hands. they’re cold and filled with callouses. so when you grip his hand as though you didn’t intend to let go, when your thumb rubs against his, he feels less insecure of his hands. the sensation of your hand in his is hot, it burns; however it feels nice.

megumi fushiguro hates warmth, but if it’s your warmth, he’d enjoy burning in heat.

the sand by the sea doesn’t feel hot on your feet. the waves get bigger and bigger; till they reach up to your ankles. you giggle because it tickled, the sound of your laughs reaching megumi’s ears. he turns to his side to see you crouching down, collecting the water in your hands.

that’s when megumi concluded, your whole existence screams purity.

a week later megumi meets you again. sometime at 11pm, by an oak tree—your usual meeting spot. the oak tree is large, it’s impossible to miss it. you stand under the oak tree, allowing dried leaves to fall onto your head, getting stuck in your hair. you know megumi would get all the leaves out of your hair. he does it everytime. he’ll pick out all the leaves out of your hair while lecturing you, though his words enter one ear then out from another. no matter how many times he says “i can’t do this all the time”, even he himself knows he would.

from afar megumi watches his best friend run around the flower field, chasing butterflies. your hair gets swept away by the wind as your hands stretch up to the sky, desperately trying to get a butterfly to land on your hand. you’re wearing a jumpsuit, the white color of the material truly brought out your skin tone. your complexion is glistening, and it makes megumi’s heart throb.

“they’re scared of you, y/n,” he finally says, putting both your hands down. the butterflies fly away from your sight, and you pout.

“but they’re so pretty,” you sigh, watching as the butterflies choose to fly anywhere but on your fingers. and then one lands on top of megumi’s shoulder.

your eyes widen, holding the sides of megumi’s figure to make him stay still. megumi could see sparks in your eyes when you admire the blue butterfly. soft is the expression you wear on your face. he likes it on you. that cute expression of yours makes megumi fall five times harder for you even when he knows he shouldn’t.

“you’re like a flower ‘gumi. it likes you.”

ridiculous, he thinks. you’re the flower. it’s obvious by the way your body moves under the moonlight, and how insanely beautiful you are.

fushiguro megumi doesn’t say anything in return, as always. he rarely does. if possible, he wants to avoid you from finding out just how in love he is with you.

after that day, you never show up under the oak tree, a few minutes distance from jujutsu high. he’ll wait for hours long only to be disappointed.

--at least not until his birthday comes, about a few months later. his face turns pale once he spotted you. you wait by the jujutsu high gate with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn’t ghost him for three months.

"glad to see you doing okay," the apple of your cheeks seem more prominent when you smile, megumi feels an urge to kiss them.

"i haven't seen you in so long," megumi mumbles, "happy to see you here today."

you grin and hold up your hand for him to take per usual, and didn’t mutter anymore words until the two of you reach a café in the outskirts of tokyo.

“nice café,” the raven comments , glancing at you. you’re wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse now—honestly, do you only own white clothes?

“found it on instagram”, you mutter, “i thought you’d like it. happy birthday, megumi.”

megumi smiles for the first time today. as a jazz song plays, he eats the birthday cake you purchased for him quietly. the cake tastes delicious (to be fair, anything you buy him is perfect) because it’s not too sweet. the fact that you remember his preference makes his smile grow a little wider.

you hum to the song and rest your head on his shoulder. it seems like the two of you are the only ones in the café—a much needed privacy. you’re usually touchy with him, and he prefers affection to be private. typically they make megumi blush, and he doesn’t want people to witness him all flustered.

“did you miss me, megumi?”, he replies to your question by nodding and placing his hand on top of yours.

serenity is this feeling, megumi thinks.

at the corner of the café stands an antique grandfather clock. it’s sounds are so loud, they resonate the whole environment. megumi suddenly becomes hyper aware of the sound, there’s a pounding in his head. the sound becomes louder and louder, to the point where megumi couldn’t feel your skin under his. he shuts his eyes close, an impossibly bright light glares his eyes.

“fushiguroooo!”, an annoying voice yells. itadori’s voice, megumi is certain.

the pounding in his head slows down. his sapphire eyes flutter open, and he realizes the light he saw was sunlight rays peeking through his blinds.

“seriously fushiguro, we’ve been calling you for an hour now. hurry up, we’re going out to eat in five. to celebrate your birthday”, megumi looks up to see nobara standing behind itadori. 

they’re both leaning against his door frame. itadori is dressed in a yellow hoodie, while nobara rocks a coat over a turtleneck. the female sorcerer holds her toy hammer tight in her grip, her eyes boring through megumi’s figure. by her posture, megumi guesses she was about to hit him with the squeaky hammer if only he didn’t wake up sooner.

fucking menaces, they could’ve left him to sleep for a little more. he hasn’t seen you in so long, he wanted to sleep in to spend time with you.

finally rubbing his eyes awake, the boy looks at the vase of orchids sitting on his nightstand. he sighs before standing up.

megumi will find you someday, he promises. if you’re a flower, he’ll gladly be the butterfly.

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[slytherinbangchan]

“Fullsun” (NCT Haechan smut)

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Summary: Hooking up with haechan but it’s also sweet and cute.

W: Smut, edging, dirty talk, creampie. 1.6k words This scenario is part of one of my Ao3 works, let me know if you want me to post the rest of the fic here too. Original tittle of the chapter: 해찬.

“I bet you missed me.” Hyuck says between kisses and you smile. “Bet you missed me more.” You kiss him again and the uber driver prays so there's no more red lights on the way to your house. Is not like you're being cheesy anyway. It's more of a competitive thing but who could tell besides you two?

You kiss all the way to your apartment almost falling more than once and practically forgeting you have to get off the elevator once its doors open. There's a trail of some scattered clothes from your apartment's door to your bedroom but you both still have your underwear on as you climb on the bed. As Hyuck kisses your neck down to your boobs you feel your heart beating faster. Then he goes up again and kisses you deeply. “Y/n.” He calls between kisses. “Can we just stay like this for tonight?” He asks and you stop kissing to look at him. You tilt your head and comb his hair softly with your fingers while you think about it for a second. “Sure.” You chuckle softly and he smiles before kissing you again.

Hyuck asking you to just cuddle wasn't something you were counting on but it doesn't bother you either. He talks a lot but he's so cute you just love listening to him and pretending you don't notice how his fingers play, leaving caresses all over your skin as he speaks. But guess that what you're loving the most right now, is how he can't help but kissing you from time to time even if he's in the middle of a sentence. Making your heart skip a beat everytime. And he's so tired now. He's fighting to keep his eyes opened. “Just sleep you idiot.” You chuckle and he faintly smiles. “But I wanna.... Kiss...” He says as his eyes close. Your heart swoons. His mouth is not entirely closed. He really must be exhausted but no wonder, it’s 6am when you check the time on your phone. You're so used to not getting enough sleep though that staying up isn't really a big deal so you watch him for a bit before actually getting sleepy.

You wake up like 4 hours later cause you're cold and he's still asleep next to you. And damn, you feel so blessed right now cause you really need more sleep and you were kinda afraid he'd be a morning person.

He's still facing you. His hair all messy. The skin on one of his arms glows golden under that single ray of sun that managed to enter your room through the blinds. And suddenly you're jealous of the sun, so you snuggle into Hyuck and grab his arm so he'd hold you. He slightly wakes up with a deep breath cause you kinda startled him but as he opens his eyes a little and realizes it's you, he squeezes you lightly and kisses your forehead before instantly falling asleep again.

Ah, wish your heart wasn't beating this fast right now.

There's still a hint of his perfume on his neck. Smells like flowers. The warmth of his body and his embrace makes you feel so safe that you fall asleep again in no time.

“Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?” You ask as you play with his hair. “Yeah, it's been a while though.” He says and you chuckle. “How old are you? How long could have been?” You ask and he tries not to smile. “Hey, I'm old enough, don't laugh at me.” He whines avoiding your eyes by playing with your necklace. You smile and peck his lips but he catches yours in a kiss, rolling over the bed to end up on top of you. Kissing your neck now down to your boobs. “What are you doing?” You chuckle and he smirks against your skin. “Morning sex?” You scoff as you smile to his answer. “It's 1pm.” You say. “Skipping lunch sex?” He asks as he climbs back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his boner against your thigh as he kisses you so you pull his boxers down without breaking the kiss, but you're so curious... You want to see him leaking before you could even touch him. Cause you know he is. So you push him so he stands on his knees and take a look at his dick. “W-What are you doing?” He asks trying to hide how nervous he just got with a laugh, but he's blushing. You simply smile at him and get a bit closer to rub his precum oozing tip as he kisses you before you start jerking him off slowly. “Damn Hyuckie you really got this hard with just some kisses, huh?” You tease him and he blushes even more. “Ah, stop... I want to cum with you.” He whines in a pout and you squeeze his tip. “I asked you a question, baby. Didn't I?” You ask and he bites his lips. “Y-yes...” He places his hand over yours as if he was trying to stop you but he's not even trying that hard. “Do you really want me to stop?” You ask as you slow down your hand movements and he whines at the lack of friction. “N-No... Sorry. Please... Keep... Doing that..” He asks with that beautiful voice of his, giving you butterflies. He's too cute to actually deny him anything. This might be a problem at some point but for now, you just come kneel next to him so he can easily keep kissing you as you start jerking him off again.

“You're so cute Hyuckie.” You whisper on his ear. He's been whimpering for a bit now as you touch him. You stop for a moment to rub his tip with your thumb and he bites his lip. His eyes watering out of frustration. And he's been so good, no matter how many times you've edged him.

You feel his hand on your thigh and how it moves to the inner part. “What are you doing?” You ask as you smile and he smirks. His fingers running up and down your clothed slit now. “You're so wet... If you plan on keep torturing me, I might as well be inside you for the rest of it don't you think?” He says and you smile. “Right.” You get rid of your panties while he goes sit against the headboard. Then you crawl back to Hyuck and slowly sit on him. His hands on your hips as you go down and then they move up to your tits. He throws back his head in pleasure as you completely sit. A lil groan leaving his lips. You chuckle softly and he looks at you trying not to smile. “What? You feel so good.” He pouts and you smile then lean over him to kiss. “Mhm~ It feels good having you inside me too.” You say and he kisses you again.

You move to a slow pace with his hands on your hips guiding you. Your arms resting over his shoulders in a soft hug and his head on your boobs, biting around from time to time. “Hyuckie...You're so big.” You moan, and he sucks on your nip as he grasps on your butt pressing you against him. “Ah Hyuckie, I'm gonna go crazy. Fuck me harder please.” You beg, failing on your attempt to edge him one last time. He smiles and looks up to get a kiss. “All four?” He asks and you nod as you bite your lips then quickly change positions.

Your butt up all ready as you hug your pillow waiting for him. He kneels behind you and tilts his head as he watches you. “What are you doing?” You whine as you blush and try to block his view. “Ah, noo don't hide it. You look so good like that.” He whines and pushes your hands so he can see again. His fingers run up your inner thigh collecting your juices. “Ah, y/n... Seriously you're dripping. I love it so much.” He says. “I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to hold it much longer.” He says as he enters you. “Just go ahead and cum inside me already.” You whine as you softly wiggle your butt and he starts thrusting into you again. It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm building up. He's hitting all the right places from that position and honestly, all that hissing and whimpering coming out of his mouth is making you extremely horny. You moan out some profanities as you release and he grasps harder on your hips feeling your walls clenching around his member, then he moves faster, finding his own release. He groans as his moves become erratic while he cums, then he keeps slowly thrusting on you until you've milked him completely. “Ah... That's a lot of cum.” You say still all in four as you wiggle your butt after he pulls out. Watching the juices running down your thighs. He chuckles. “Yeah? Whose fault is that huh?” He asks as he flips you over so you fall back into bed to kiss you. “Ahh, you idiot, now my bed is ruined.” You pout. “It's just cum. And it was about to get on it anyway if you'd let it keep running down your legs.” He chuckles and pecks your lips. “We could take a shower. I'll help you clean up~” He says before kissing you again. "You better do." You pout and he pecks your lips before jumping out of bed. He motions you to follow him as he smirks and you roll your eyes. "Should I take that shower by myself them?" He asks as he chuckles and you get out of bed. "No way."

[wolfish-trickster]

Liar

Word count: 1,9K

Warning: angst, kinda messy writing, bad grammar

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You were always a hopeful person. Trying to be positive no matter what. Seeing the good in people. Even in Loki.

You first met him in his glass cell in helicarier (a/n i have no idea how to spell it, it's that big flying thing in Avengers 1). You two talked and got to know eachother. He told you how his father lied to him, how Thanos tortured him and how he doesn't want to hurt anyone. You believed him. And promised him he will be okay.

Two years after the battle of New York you finally talked to your team mates. You made an entire power point presentation for Avengers to show them Loki is not evil anymore and they should at least give him a chance, like you did.

That's how you and Loki became close friends. Always spending time with the other one, talking about your interests, your cultures, books, movies, anything the both of you came up with.

You comforted him, when he had nightmares. He cuddled you when you watched horror movies and got scared.

He always came to you for advice and opinion and you were more than happy to help your best friend. He always hugged you afterwards as thanks.

Sometimes he even brought you a cake and some flowers, just because he 'felt like it'.

One rainy day he fall asleep on your lap in your room. As you played with his black silky hair you realized you don't view him as your best friend anymore. But as a crush. You felt a shy blush come up to your cheeks as you imagined how would it feel like to cuddle him whole night, to be held by him, kissed by him.

You caressed his cheek and hoped one day he would feel the same.

And as always, you became hopeful. You started to remember all those times he was very close with you, doing something only couples do (like the afore mentioned cuddling, falling asleep on your lap or even the freaking flowers) and hoping he is developing feelings for you.

You were wrong.

You remember that day clearly. It was nice and sunny outside. A perfect day for a walk in the park. You walked out from your room and started looking for Loki. You wanted to have a walk with him.

You heard some voices coming from the kitchen below. Including a velvety one you knew all too well.

You jumped down those 20 stairs. Voices got louder as you came closer. There was Loki and some woman in the kitchen. And nobody else. Your name fell from one of their mouth's.

Quiet as a mouse you stood behind the corner just outside the kitchen and listened.

"Don't tell me she's not annoying! She's practically your shadow and trails after you like a lost puppy. And not even a cute one!" the woman giggled. From her tone of voice you imagined her as a classical blond plastic fake gold digger. You expected Loki to stood up for you, like any good friend would.

He only chuckled. "You are right! She is always behind my back. So bothersome and clingy..." you heard gulping. Maybe they were drinking some alcohol. You prayed for him to be just drunk and not knowing what he's saying.

"So why do you keep her around so much?"

A moment of silence. "I don't really know. For fun, I suppose? She was only good for me to get out of prison. She's so naive to really think I am her friend it's hilarious!"

You couldn't breathe. You stood there like a statue. He was only manipulating you and playing with you. All this time.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked away from them. The whole world looked like a big grey blur to you.

You still went out. Better than stay in the same building with him. Sitting on a bench in the nearby park, listening to birds chirping and watching dogs play with their owners was somewhat comforting. The pain in your chest was still too big though. How could you trust someone who's a 'God of Mischief' or a 'Prince of Lies' of all people? He really did go out of his way to make you trust him, didn't he? All those gifts, hugs, hanging out, watching movies under one blanket. All of that was just him pretending. And you believed him.

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. You're friends with spies and trained soldiers, what if they're pretending just like him and they secretly love when you aren't with them? What if everytime you talk to them they secretly wish for you to shut up and leave? Paranoia and anxiety just won't leave you, will they?

"It will get better after high school they said," you stood up from the bench, "you will be more confident they said. My ass-" suddenly you tripped over a string and fell on your face. Your right cheek stung, your knees were scraped. As you were standing up a wet tongue started to lick your face. A golden retriever's way to greet you, apparently.

"Ollie, stop! I'm so sorry," the dog was yanked back by his leash. Ollie's owner held out his hand to help you stand up.

"It's okay. It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you dusted your clothes when you were finally on your legs. Ollie was jumping up and down, still trying to lick your face. Even through your emotional pain you couldn't resist and smiled.

"He's still an untrained pup, sorry if he's bothering," the unknown man was trying to calm him down once again, but you stopped him.

"He's not bothering," you bent down and scratched behind his ears. "Hi there little fella, aren't you one cute boy? Yes you are," you scratched and caressed his fur.

"He is cute, but quite handful. Still I wouldn't exchange him for anyone in the world."

"Anyone?" you asked.

"Yeah, you see I got him when I found out my partner cheated on me. I felt so betrayed I thought I'll never trust anyone else again," he said and sat down on the bench you were previously sitting on. "Sorry, I'm telling way too much than I should."

"No, it's okay. I know exactly how you felt. Something similair happened to me too," you looked away sadly and stopped scratching Ollie's fur. "That's why you got a dog? To replace that somebody who was previously in your life?"

He nodded. "At first I though I needed a pet to distract myself from the pain, but in reality all I needed was a life long friend who will never betray me. And what's better than a man's best friend?" he hugged his goldie and he licked his face.

You smiled. Maybe that's what you need. A loyal dog to keep you company. To give you emotional support through cuddles and to never leave you or lie to you. Unlike certain someone.

You chatted with him for few more minutes and then made your way to the nearest dog shelter.

*

The cutest little fluffy german shepherd was dozing off in your arms when you walked into your room. You naivly thought Loki will greet you and pretend to be nice again but he was nowhere to be found. Actually, none of the Avengers were nearby. 'That's okay' you thought. 'I'll at least be alone with this cute guy.'

You let him run around your bedroom, sniffing every corner of his new home, chewing on everything he could reach with his tiny snout. You threw him some of the squeeky toys you bought and watched him play. It lifted your mood, somewhat.

The dull ache from your chest didn't leave. Even when it got dark outside and your new companion dozed off in your lap. Soft laughter was coming from the party deck, which was quite far from your room so in reality it must've been much louder.

'So they returned, huh? Didn't even check on their supposed friend' you thought. Maybe you were right afterall. They never concidered you a friend.

Your phone started buzzing, a silly selfie of you and Loki lightened up the screen. 'What does he want? I don't wanna talk to him.'

You picked up. "Yeah?"

"Y/N!" hearing his voice nearly made you cry. "Thank Norns you finally picked up! Where are you?"

You squinted your eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

"I've been trying to reach you all afternoon! I couldn't find you anywhere and I have called you 5 times already. Are you okay?" he sounded worried. He really should've been voice actor.

"5 times? I didn't hear anything."

He groaned. "Yes, 5 damn times. You made me really sick with worry."

Liar.

"Whatever. I can do things even without you, you know."

"Why the attitude?" he asked a little less worried.

"You know what Loki? Do me a favour and leave me alone," you hung up sooner than your voice could crack. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

As you were standing up with the little pup in your hands and putting him in his bed Loki practically smashed down your door. You jumped back startled and nearly let go of your little friend who woke up and started barking.

"What the fuck Loki?!"

He looked at you, mix of fury and happiness in his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what I did that made you react like that to a simple 'where have you been the whole day' but you could've at least tell me you were going out. What if someone attacked you? And I wasn't there? What if-" he took a deep breath, anger leaving his eyes. "I'm just glad you are home and safe."

Liar.

Your puppy stopped barking and started wagging his tail, excited to have a new friend. He is just like you. Naive.

"Oh, and who is this little bundle of fur?" he reached out to pet his tiny head but you backed away.

"He's my new best friend. This is Rex."

Loki's face turned into confusion. "Darling, I thought that's my title," he laughed awkwardly.

You glared and hugged Rex to your chest. "Not anymore. Not after what I discovered about you."

"Discovered about me? What are you talking about?"

"Drop the act. I heard you. I heard you saying how I'm naive enough to think I'm your friend, how I'm bothersome and clingy and I was only good for you to get out of prison!" tears were flowing freely but you didn't care.

"Darling, what are yo-"

"I wasn't finished! I really thought you were honest with me. I thought all those times we hung out meant something to you! That you at least respect me. But no! You used me. You were pretending to be nice. All those times! And I believed you!" you started taking steps towards him, he was backing away.

"You misunderstood, I-"

"No! I don't want you to tell me anything! I'm not your plaything anymore! I grew a spine. And you can bet your ass I'm training Rex to bite you whenever you get close to me again!" his eyes started glistening but that must be just your imagination.

"Love, please let me ex-"

"Get lost Laufeyson," with those words you slammed your door in his face.

[fandom-blackhole]

Not that I think that it’s in any of their characters to really go along with this but King! Boba, Mandalor! Din, and Tribe Leader! Paz in an arranged marriage with a very innocent and pure partner. Who would woo their new spouse? Who would jump right in on corrupting them?

Omg yeeessss, I love this.....

Din didn't want an arranged marriage and he hated that the Mand'alor court was forcing his hand and making him agree to one. Din was raised in a world where you found your own riduur that you would love and raise little warriors with, and the fact that he had no say in the matter upset him. But when he met you, his first thought was that maybe the arranged marriage wasn't such a bad thing. The more he got to know you the more he realized that you were just so sweet and pure and you would be the perfect person to rule the planet by his side. Being the mandalorians that they were the marriage moved quickly and soon the two of you were married. Din kept his distance and never did anything that you didn't encourage. But then one day Jedi Master Luke Skywalker came for a visit, and he brought Grogu along with him. Din couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you played with his son and just how attached Grogu got to you before he left later that night after a shared dinner. Din could feel something pressing in the back of his mind everytime he looked at you, but he always pushed back not wanting to acknowledge it. But when he stood outside your room after walking you there after the jedi and his son left, that pressing feeling hit him full force and he couldn't hold back from you. He followed you into your room and pressed you against the wall. You had seen his face a handful of times, but you were still shocked by his beauty everytime you saw him. So when he took off his helmet and kissed you, you could do nothing but kiss him back just as passionately. Then he pulled back and pressed his forehead to yours and said, "Tell me to stop and I will sweet girl, but you need to tell me now because I won't be able to stop myself soon." You could only stare at him speechless until he started pulling off his armor carefully. Once he was in only his undergarments, he pulled you close and stripped you before laying you on the bed and making love to you. After that he periodically comes to your room and ravishes you, and you find out very quickly about that breeding kink of his.

Boba didn't care for the idea of an arranged marriage, but if it meant he could expand his empire he would consider it. So when the time came to meet you, he was grumpy and just wanted everything to be over, but when you smiled softly at him and gave him a little bow he immediately took interest. After the meeting where he and your father made pressed out the last details of the deal and marriage, you had asked him softly to walk with you, and Boba couldn't find it in himself to say no. So he lead you throughout the palace, and as you made small talk Boba very quickly caught onto the innocence and sweetness that surrounded you, and he was hooked. The two of you spent hours walking and when you both reached the hall that lead to Boba's bedroom he instantly formed an idea. He lead you down the hall and into the room, and when you turned to look at him quizzically, you were only met with his mouth on your own in a harsh passionate kiss. When you finally pulled back from the kiss to breath, Boba kissed to your ear and said, "Little one, you're so sweet its addictive..." Then he started kissing you again and backing you up until you fell back onto the bed. You could see the hungry way Boba's eyes followed you and how they watched your chest heave from you heavy breaths, then he huskily whispered, "Little one, I'm going to wreck that innocence of yours, are you going to let me?" You could only whimper and nod, before Boba was ripping your clothes off of your body and feeling every inch of you he could. And when he got impatient, he pulled his cod piece off and moved his pants down just enough for his hard cock to bounce out. You could only whimper when you caught sight of how large he was, and you saw his smirk as he pumped himself a few times before he leaned over you and said, "Its okay little one, I'll go slow this time," before he started slowly pressing into you. True to his word, Boba went slow while he fucked you, torturously slow, all the while whispering dirty things in your ear that made you blush all the way down to your nipples. By the time you finally came on his cock you felt like you had been drug across the dune sea only to find the freshest and most clear and beautiful oasis. You came so hard that your ears started ringing and you swear your screamed out his name, but you weren't sure. By the time you came down from your high, you felt Boba still seated deep inside of you, hard as ever, and he whispered, "Such a good girl. Are you ready for more?"

Paz was pretty indifferent to the idea of the arranged marriage. It definitely wasn't how he wanted to meet or marry his ridduur, but it was for the betterment of his clan, and his clan always comes first. The marriage was set up to bring both your clan and his own together. He knew a little about you before ever meeting you, mainly only your family history and the basics about your tribe. What he didn't know was that the second he saw you he was going to become enamored. Before you even spoke to him Paz knew that you were soft and innocent, he knew that you were a pure being. Paz was instantly taken with you, and as part of his agreement for the marriage he set up a period for courting and getting to know eachother, so that the marriage would not fall apart. Paz instantly took to courting you, he would bring you gifts constantly, flowers from the patch that grew outside the covert, trinkets from the local villiages he visited when getting supplies, little treats and snacks he though you would like. He also took you on small dates where the two of you could talk, these were often short and not often because of his duties as a leader but he tried to make time for you. A week before the wedding was to take place he, showed up suddenly and asked if you would like to go for a walk. On the walk he lead to a quiet field not far from the covert, but it was hidden and very much untouched. He told you that he came there to think when he was stressed and you could only smile at him softly and squeeze the hand that you were holding. Then he lead you to a blanket that had a basket sitting on the edge and you gasped and smiled wider realizing that he had gone through the trouble to set up the date before he went and got you. After sitting you down on the blanket and settling beside the basket himself, he told you that he had the rest of the day off to spend with just you. The two of you talked for a few minutes until you noticed the basket move slightly, when you pointed it out, you could feel Paz’s smile as he grabbed the basket setting it on his lap. He informed you that he had two more gifts for you before the wedding. Then he pulled out a small cute little lothcat kitten and handed it to you, you could only giggle with happiness as you held the kitten close to your chest. Then he pulled put a ring, and you instantly recognized it to be made from beskar. He gently took your hand and said, "I had my Armorer make this for you, mesh'la. It has our clan names engraved inside of it as well as my clan signet on the outside....It...it is also made from beskar taken from my own armor..." You felt yourself tear up as you looked at him and whispered about how beautiful it was. The week flew by quickly, as did the wedding celebration. Everything felt like a blur, but the second Paz lead you into his home you were instantly nervous. Paz pressed his forehead against your own before pulling back and gently taking off his helmet. You stood there soaking in and memorizing his face before the two of you at the same time leaned forward and connected your lips. Paz pulled you close and held you as he kissed you with as much love as he could. Then he pulled back and the two of you silently and lovingly undressed eachother. Once the two of you were bare Paz laid you against the furs that made up his bed and he made slow, passionate love to you.

I may or may not have gotten carried away with this one...whoops.....

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✍︎︎ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

       ━ WARNINGS ;  fem!reader, age gap (reader is 20 and seungmin is 27), mention of cigarettes, smut (focused on the reader’s pleasure), oral (f.), everything is just fluffy and awkward, kinda love at first sight      ━ WORD COUNT ; 2.2k      ━ NOTE ; feedback are so welcomed!!

“At your brother’s work ?!” You clear your throat and apologize for being loud, giving Yeji, your bestfriend, a death glare.

You were supposed to go at her house but, as clumsy as she is, she forgots the keys… in the house. You had two options ; go back to your own, which means procrastinating and giving zero fucks about your homeworks, or go to her brother’s work to take back the keys.

“Hum, yeah… But, there’s a little something… He needs his keys to close the shop, so… we have to work there…” Second death glare. “But you know him, he don’t give a fuck as long as we’re not noisy ! And his co-worker is cool too, I promise.”

You were friend with Yeji since you were a child. Of course you knew her old brother, Hyunjin was such a nice guy. He may seems cold on the outside but he has the warmest personality and had always made you feel like his own little sister even tho you haven’t seen him in a while, due to school.

You sighed at Yeji’s puppy eyes, nodding, knowing that you’ve already lost the battle. She was the best negociator.

That’s how you ended up in front of one of the most famous tattoo shop in your city. Indeed, Hyunjin was the owner of it with his long-time friend. They both were tattoo artists since more or less 2 years. According to Yeji, he was drawing before learning how to talk so it seems pretty logical for him to work in something artistic.

Without knowing why you felt a little bit uneasy, asking the blonde girl if she’s totally sure that it won’t bother Hyunjin and his friend to have you there. You were just students and for adults aged 27-28 years it could be annoying to hear you talk about your lessons. But she was quick to reassure you, even showing you her texts with her brother through her phone.

“Hyunjin ! We’re here !”

As soon as you entered the shop Yeji screamed at his brother and you clap your hand to her forehead.

“Shush ! What if he’s wor- “

“Hello to the prettiest girl heeeeere. No, Yeji, I’m not talking about you, you ugly rat.”

Your smile was immediate after the blond-haired and obviously tattooed boy puts you into a warm hug, patting your head while poking his tongue to his young sister, like the very 28 years old matured adult he is. He had no customers at the moment, and he was just working on some new design, but you can still hear some little machine noises so you guess his friend was tattoing someone in the practice room.

“It’s been a really long time Y/N, how are you ? C’mon, have a sit. Y’all need to work on your classes ? You can sit there, I’m just here, he shows you the sofa right beside the table with his index, if you need anything. You’re at home, here. Seungmin will be over in maybe fourteen minutes so you have time to work.”

You both nod in unision, sitting on the chairs to starts working on an unfinished cases while Hyunjin was giving you two glasses of water to finally go back to focus on his drawings. Yeji and you were sharing ideas, writing and making some researches on your respective laptops. No breaks were allowed unless you’ve finished what you’ve started.

“Maybe we should add the fact that... Hey, Seungmin !” Yeji’s smile was wide and she greets someone behind you, shaking her hands.

Politely, you turn around to face the one you’re supposed to be Hyunjin’s co-worker, Seungmin. You hold back your jaw from dropping on the ground the moment your eyes met his.

He was, honestly, the most beautiful human being you have ever seen. His dark purple hair where falling onto his forehead in a delicate way, covering half of his dark brown and absolutely magnetic eyes. His pretty nose was pierced with a silver ring and his lips were as pink as your burning cheeks. His broad shoulders were hidden in a large black t-shirt and at this right moment your eyes were glued to his inked forearms. Of course you’ve already seen inked people, Hyunjin was one of them, but him…There was something special about him.

“Hello ? Is anybody here ? Youhou, are you alive ?” You heard Hyunjin while he was moving his hands in front of Seungmin’s eyes causing you to cut the contact between the two of us.

Apparently, he was gazing in your eyes too.

“Yeah… yeah, sorry I was just thinking about... you know... stuffs. Hey, Yeji, you good?“ Even his voice was soft and smooth, almost honey-like. He comes closer to the desk you were working on so you immediately stand up, bowing down respectfully and you realized how taller he was compared to you. “Who are you ?”

You frowned your eyebrows, almost agape by his suddenly cold voice and distant attitude. Your eyes can’t no longer detach from each other, and you open slowly your mouth. Everything about him was fascinating, from his lack of expression to the way he was nervously playing with his fingers. Well, you supposed it was nervosity.

“I... I’m Y/N. I’m Yeji’s friend, I’m sorry if we’ve disturb you.”

He hums and nods, leaning over you to take his cigarettes pack and you gulp silently at your sudden proximity. His strong and wooded scent was all around you, making you melt. You had the perfect view on the two black eyes drawn on his throat and you almost felt judged by them from acting like a teenager. It felt like they were staring into your soul, knowing your deepest secrets.

But the most humiliating part was probably the Hwang’s suggestive look on you.

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You were so stupid. Nobody could be dumber than you. You were at the highest rank of stupidity. Idiot was your second name.

You sigh, dry throat and shaking hands. You were at the front door of Hyunjin and Seungmin’s tattoo shop. Alone. Indeed, yesterday your brain wasn’t working like usual, thanks to one particular man, and you forgot your phone there. Yes, your phone. You were that distracted. It was 2pm and Yeji couldn’t come with you cause she had classes, but you didn’t. And you really needed your phone after almost a day without it.

You came into the shop, looking all around you to realize that Hyunjin wasn’t here. Seungmin was staring at you from across the room, coming closer to you with your treasure in his hand, and you had forget for a moment how much his inked hands looks like. You stare at the pretty heart drawn on his thumb, the long black line on his major digit and the word “ LOVE “ on his wrist. You were so focused that you almost forgot about your phone.

“You like them ?” You jump at his slow voice and you can feel your cheeks burning instantly. Were you really that dumb to fix your eyes on his hands ? “You can touch them, if you want.”

He puts your phone on the table near you, holding out his two hands in front of you. It was almost sureal. Two adults, standing in front of each other awkardly. You can’t hide the excited smile to grows on your lips and with softness you touch his tattoos with the tip of your index finger, retracing them as if it was a pen. You were surprised by the softness of his pretty skin.

“They are so pretty... You points at a cute little smiley on his other hand. This one is my favorite ! You hear him chuckles, looking at you with such fondly eyes you were so destabilized. You back off him when you realize the situation, biting your lips. I’m sorry... I... I was just... I mean, you know, my phone...”

“You can stay. He said quickly. Hyunjin isn’t here and I have no appointment. I’ve heard you were working on some juridic cases yesterday and I... Well, I have a master in law, so I was wondering maybe I can help you ?”

Your eyes widen in surprise, first cause he was offering you to stay with him, alone, and second cause he has done the same studies as you, something you wouldn't have thought of.

The both of you were then sitting in the sofa, casually talking as if you knew each other since forever. You’ve discovered that he didn’t wants to be a lawyer but his parents had always put some pressure on him to have what they liked to call a good job. And it wasn’t his way of thinking, he wanted to feel free, to love his job and not to feel any pressure from anyone. He was so kind to you, making you more feel comfortable than yesterday. Shy, sweet, talkative and curious about anything you’re saying. A 28 years old man, mature, understanding and independant.

Needless to say that you didn’t talk about your school lessons, but just about the two of you. Also needless to say that you were fascinated. There was just something about his eyes scanning you everytime you were talking, and it felt so good to be the center of his attention. Your conversations were so fluids, you couldn’t hold back yourself to talk and to look at his beautiful features.

“Mind if I draw on you?” He cuts you off when you were talking, grabbing his colorful pens that was near him. He looks at you with his still hypnotic dark eyes and you nod your head with a shy smile. He kneels down infront of you on the ground as you were still sitting on the sofa. You internally thank the beautiful days for allowing you to put on a skirt. “Can I draw on your thighs? I mean, I have a big idea! But I want you to discover it, but if it makes you uncomfortable I-”

“No, no! It’s ok! You can, of course, do it Seungmin. I trust you.”

He smiles timidly, probably knowing that he got a little carried away. He was so passionnate about art that you couldn’t refrein him to do what he has to.

Seungmin then starts drawing on one of your legs, starting from your ankle to your knee. He draws pretty colorful flowers on your skin, it was so soft and beautiful you can’t stop staring at his work on you. He quickly reaches the level of your thigh and he was so close to you that you felt his hot breath against your shivering skin. You felt you mind dizzy for a moment, as his lips were also close to you. Unconsciously you tighten your legs between them, which makes him raise his face to look at you. His pupils were now totally black and this view of him between your legs was all you needed to lose your mind.

You softly grab his hair, making him smirk and immediatly starts to kiss your two thighs. He was so soft, taking his time to discover all of your sensitive spots. And you ? You were already lost, spreading your legs slowly so he can be placed correctly between them. Your inner thighs was his target, he sucks your flesh and you whines at the feeling.

“Please...” You see him smile, licking everywhere but your heat spot. Even your pubic area was drowned in sweet kisses. “Please, I... Do something I can’t...”

Seungmin hums, gripping your legs so they can rest against his shoulders. He lifts your skirt up, moving your pantie on the side and take his time to look at your intimate parts with hungry eyes. You clear your throat, embarassed that he looks at you like that and he gives your clit a kiss.

“So fucking pretty... Fuck, Y/N you’re so pretty, look at that pretty flower...” You chuckles at the surname he gaves to your womanhood. 

He doesn’t waste any more time and starts kissing your wet folds at a slow pace, taking his time to taste your wetness. His tongue was heaven like against you, he was so precise and slow, you couldn’t contain your moans escaping your mouth. His plump lips surround your bud, sucking on it and circling his wet muscle all around your swollen one. 

Your legs tighten against his head as you feel the heat waves crashing against your lower abdom like a delicious torment.

Two of his fingers join his tongue and he finally insert them in your clenching wetness. Your eyes rolls back the moment you feel yourself kinda full, but you lost it the moment he curls his fingers inside of you to stroke your sweetest no-return point.

You moan his name, biting your lips, moving your hips against his magical mouth as he helps you rode your orgasm, pumping his two fingers in you while licking tirelessly your folds and clit the fastest as he can.

Your breath was cut, and you can feel him gives butterflies kisses on you, replacing correctly your clothes on you. He stands up, cleaning his own fingers by licking them which make you blush at the view. He strokes your messy hair, kissing your forehead with a reassuring smile.

“I think I’ve found my muse.” 

[thesolotomyhan]

narcos mexico: amado carrillo fuentes being your sugar daddy would include

a/n: ahaHAHa im sorry i couldnt stop myself from writing for mi amado and wow ok that gif??? mf heart eyes for him- 

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Warnings: NSFW! im sorry you know it was coming- 

OKK first this is a dream i mean,,,  sugar daddy amado?? im in LOVE-

this whole ass relationship is just full of him spoiling you with whatever your pretty little mind thinks of,,

just- no matter what you set your eyes on,, he already has it bought for you and is bringing it to you on a royal fucking pedestal-

“todo es tuyo mi reina,” i

also i want to add that when you both started this,, it was purely based on him having someone he can fuck in his bed, no strings attached and having you as someone he can show off-

but over time i just fucking know this man develops feelings and it’s not so much just wanting you as a pastime or adorno,, he just sort of realizes he would do anything for you if it meant you staying with him- :(

but anyways,,, him always sending you random expensive gifts for you like jewelry, outfits, dresses for him to rip open later , or even those luxury bouquets of flowers.,

just drowning you in presents because he feels like it-

ugh- he probably sends little cards with his gifts with messages like “como te extrano mi cielo, recuerda que la amo y nos vemos hoy”

with like this dress he wants you to wear for him tonight to take you somewhere and with this singular rose sitting on top for you to have- hes soft I know he is ok he pays atTENTION to detail-

that or it could be this lingerie he bought for you with him saying something like how much he misses seeing you on your knees for him,, his cock all the way down your throat,, your teary eyes looking up at him so innocently- im not sorry

also him taking you with him wherever he goes whether it be a party or somewhere he needs to show up for business

but just him having you as his literal arm candy,, all eyes on you both as he flexes all smug like with you by his side like this elegant fucking pair you two make-

his h a n d resting on your ass,, never once taking it off because hes making it known to everyone there that your taken-

sitting you on his lap when he sits down,, his arm wrapped around your waist and kissing your neck-

i just- and you having your hand holding the back of his neck while he looks up at you,, his fucking ojos de tontin watching you with this small smile-

“mi princessa, chula” i cant

did i mention him taking you on expensive ass trips all the time?? because that never fails to happen

i just have this idea in mind where he sends for you when he lands at the airstrip after coming back from selling his chingaderas with all that money- “la pinshi tesoreria de estados unidos” ready to spend a shit ton of it for you when he picks you up-

hes just always surprising you with trips around the world where its just the two of you and paradise- i

but also fucking you all day, everyday when he takes you on vacation-

pounding into you on a pile of cash anyone? sorry ill stop-

but like the morning afters,, him waking up to this house he bought just for you out on this beach for you,,

him waking up,, all groggy fucking sore everywhere and from the aftermath of your scratches on his back-

but just being so confused when he sees you walking around so normally, sauntering around in his shirt and giving him this smirk when you look at him-

“no me digas que estas adolorido”

“chingao, tu sabes como mantenerme despierto princesa, no chingues”- you tire him out ok im not apologizing-

also c l u b date sss

im just obsessed with the idea of him taking any opportunity to have your body as close to him as possible at all times,

wow- the way he’ll pull you from behind when your dancing so that he can have your ass right on his crotch,, your hand reaching behind you to grab his hair-

or having both of your chests so tight against one another,, your hands holding the ends of his hair as his hands grip your hips everytime they touch his- i wow ok

also you cannot sit there and tell me he doesnt love it when he fucks you into submission when youre acting up with him-

having you suck his cock,, deepthroating him,, your hair bunched up in his hand as he looks down at your blurry eyes- “mira que bonita te vez cuando te portas bien, mi cielo” i-

but also having you on the verge of tears,, helpless under him when he pounds his cock into your throbbing hole,, your body writhing in his hold,,,

the daddy k i n k as he holds your jaw,, wanting to hear you as he pins one of your legs down to the bed to keep your legs open,,

i - the way he groans when he sees the way your body bounces to his thrusts,, screams of his name leaving your mouth -this was about to turn into amado smut hc im so sORRY

but in conclusion- you would have the literal world on the tips of your fingertips while he makes sure to keep you as happy and safE as he can- anything and everything is yours

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

His Dark Materials - Season 2 Episode 7 *FINALE* (Thoughts and Rambles)

We have a LOT to unpack here oh my god oh my god

When I say I was screaming and yelling during the episode, I mean I was LITERALLY screaming and yelling

This post is mostly screeching and capital letters, you’ve been warned

“So cold” “life or death meant nothing” - well shit. Accurate description of a Spectre attack damn

I didn’t know what those creepy noises were at first and I was sat here absolutely TERRIFIED because it was creepy as fuck. Then I realized it was cliff ghasts because they said something that I recognized from the book and I was like “oh shit”

Pan and Will talking is the sweetest omg

The fact that Pan told him that Lyra thinks he’s as brave as King Iorek Byrnison :’)

“She’s the best friend I’ve ever had” “You’re her best friend too” - STOP, MY HEART

Lyra was awake and heard the whole conversation :3

“I’m no longer an aeronaut” :( “I’m an insect” - LMAO

Hester and Lee’s banter remains my favourite thing and now it’s bittersweet tbh...

“You could never be an insect, Lee” “Okay, hare” - bless them

Marisa finding where Lyra was staying and then finding Lyra’s coat?? And crying with it pressed to her face?? :’(

In case I haven’t mentioned it already, I am incredibly gay for the witches/their aesthetic/costume. Absolutely beautiful queens, all of them

Oh hi, it’s Mary and the two kids!

The fact that Mary helped them find their adults :’)

Also, “We like you miss” - BLESS

I’m kind of confused as to whether the blue flower petals are important or if it’s just her smelling them? IDK

“I’m close to my father, it’s time I found him” - OOF OKAY UMM ARE YOU SURE

“I let my best friend down” - Noooo Lyra, no you didn’t! :( Your dad is a terrible parent and killed him, that’s not your fault!

“Maybe this is how I let you down” - Well done, Asriel and Marisa, you’ve fucked up a perfectly fine child is what you’ve done

Will telling Lyra that she hasn’t let him down :3

That witch turning up because she was trying to warn Marisa about the spectres, only for Marisa to torture and kill her... oof

FUCKING MONKEY I CAN’T DECIDE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM

“She’s MY daughter” - Okay, damn, lady...

“EVE. She’s the mother of all” - OH FUCK YOU TOLD HER. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

THE SPECTRE ATE HER DÆMON OMG NO THIS IS HORRIFYING WTAF

Seriously, the way the witch went so grey and lifeless and just fell to her knees and down... Urgh, my stomach is turning

Just when I thought I hated the monkey again, he starts whimpering because he’s afraid of the Spectres :(

“Stop whimpering” - DAMN MARISA YOU ARE A STONE COLD BITCH HUH

Pan being the damn voice of reason and telling Lyra they should stay with the witches like yes, Lyra, listen to him for once!!!

Okay but why are the Magisterium soldiers lowkey dressed like German soldiers from one of the World Wars???

I’m not really surprised that BBC left out the detail of Ruta and Asriel fucking when she found him to be honest XD

So the witches think that the Æsahættr is a person but it’s actually the KNIFE. AND THEY DON’T REALIZE. RUTA YOU DON’T NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IT’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE

“...That’s not my dæmon.” “Run.” - OH SHIT OKAY MY WHOLE BODY JUST TENSED UP

So umm Lee got shot and FUCK NO FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS EMOTIONALLY THANKS

I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN OKAY

“You’re either with me or against me” Umm he’s your dæmon?!?!

THE WAY SHE SCREAMED AT HIM OH MY GOD SHE’S FUCKING TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

“What are you frightened of?” - oh, I don’t know, Marisa, maybe because YOU FUCKING SCREECHED AT HIM. MAYBE HE’S FRIGHTENED OF YOU

Also I love the detail of Marisa getting onto her hands and knees, sort of crouching and mirroring the monkey’s body language. I just love the parallel

The way the monkey flinched from her when she went to touch him omg :( No dæmon should be THIS afraid of their person (or at all?!?!)

Honestly, I find this series’ portrayal of Marisa fascinating tbh

“We have to do whatever it takes to keep her safe” - Umm, like maybe drugging her and hiding her in a cave for months? 🤔

Also in case I didn’t say this before, the fact she has complete control of the Spectres is fucking scary and always has been from the very first time I read the books

Okay so Lee is fully aware that he’s going to die if he stays behind but he does it because he knows that it’s the best chance of making sure that Lyra ends up under the knife’s protection (because Jopari will find her). All Lee wants is for Lyra to be safe and that hurts my heart so much, he loves this child so much :’(

“I love that little girl like a daughter” - LEE STOP MY HEART IS ALREADY BREAKING AS IT IS

NO NO NO NO I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE READY

Oh hey Red PAN-da (sorry I know I keep repeating that joke but honestly LOOK AT HIM)

“Once I change, you’ll stop changing” - OH SHIT. So we’re having THAT conversation then

“What do you think you’ll be?” “A flea I hope” - LMFAO I LOVE IT

“Is it Will that’s changing you?” “I think” - FORESHADOWING FOR AMBER SPYGLASS ANYONE?!

All the meanwhile, while Lee is dying and shit is going down, Ms Mary Malone is just chilling in a cave on a mountain by a waterfall, just reading

I literally struggled to watch Lee’s final scenes. I literally didn’t want to watch it because I cried reading it in the book, and I knew I’d be the same here

The fact that Lee HATES taking away people’s lives but he says “it’s theirs or Lyra’s”... I love him. He loves her so much.

“Think about anything, think about bacon!” - LMFAO I LOVE YOU HESTER YOU ABSOLUTE GEM

THE BULLET CLIPPED HIS SCALP AND I HAD A HEART ATTACK 

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” - NO HESTER NO DON’T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF DARLIN’, YOU ARE THE BEST AND WE LOVE YOU AND LEE LOVES YOU

I do this everytime I read the book and I did here even though I know what happens, but I was praying mentally that maybe Serafina would reach Lee in time... just maybe...

I’m really sitting here crying over Hester and Lee on a Sunday night, love that for me

Hester limping :(

“Don’t you go before I do” - FUCK YOU BBC AND PHILIP I’M SOBBING MY EYES OUT

“Oh how far we flew” - STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR-

I literally yelled and cried out “NOOO” when Hester faded away and Lee died. I am so upset even though I KNEW it was coming. I am literally not okay.

Oh god no Will, now is not the time to be walking away from Lyra and that witch 

Also why is that witch asleep on guard?? Come on, love, do better, it’s not like these are the two most important children in all the universes.... 

To be fair to Marisa, I’d feel pretty invincible if I were climbing up a mountain while the Spectres were guarding me/on my side

WILL AND JOHN FINALLY MET AHHHH

“I was told I’d find my father here”  - YEAH AND THAT’S HIM WILL ASDFGHJKL;

I’m low-key disappointed that there’s no brawl between Will and Jopari here. Like they instantly recognize each other and... hmm. I know there has to be changes but still.

“Your mother, Will, where is she?” - Awww. John really didn’t stop loving her :’)

“My son... is the Knife Bearer” - oooooohhhhhhh

“You have a dæmon” - that’s right, Will. Don’t worry, you’ll get one next season

The way I audible went “oh shIT” when Mrs Coulter found Lyra fast asleep. Like I said, I knew what was going to happen but STILL

I’m not really surprised that those Spectres killed the witch who was supposed to be guarding Lyra and Will tbh like that’s what happens when only ONE witch guards two teenagers and that witch falls asleep

The way that Lyra panicked when she woke up and saw her mother stroking her cheek omg 

Off topic but I’ve only just realized that Jopari has a fucking man-bun LMFAO OKAY

The fact that Jopari tried to get back to Will and Elaine but couldn’t will always hurt me

“And you chose these people over your family?” - I MEAN-

“I’ve thought about you every day.” - Awww

So John tells Will that he has to go to Asriel and bring him the knife, and he tells him all about the war that’s coming and I have LITERAL chills because I’m so ready

“And then we go home?” “... And then we go home.” - RIP MY HEART OUT, IT WOULD HURT LESS

“I’m not strong enough” - yes you are, Will! I promise you, you are! And Jopari says, “Both of us were brought here” - exactly! You were brought there for a reason by fate or whatever you want to call it!

“Your duty was to be my father” - WILL REALLY CAME FOR HIS DAD LIKE THAT I GUESS

“Look what you’ve become without me” - Oh my god, just when I thought I wasn’t going to cry again

JOPARI HUGGING WILL, SEEING THE SOLDIER AIMING, AND THEN PUTTING HIMSELF BETWEEN THEM SO HE TOOK THE BULLET INSTEAD OF WILL ASDFGHJKL;

So in the book, Jopari is killed by a scorned witch who had once asked him to be her lover, but he had turned her down (because of Elaine and Will obviously), and she kills Jopari in front of Will and then he kills her (I think?). But here it’s just a soldier leftover from the Lee vs Magisterium fight, so... yeah. Kind of a little peeved about the change personally but whatever I guess.

“The night is full of angels, they will guide you now” - AHHHHH

Also, might just be me, but maybe that line would have been slightly more impactful if the scene had taken place at night

This show really said “fuck healthy parental figures” I guess

Except Will’s mum, she’s the best and if anything were to happen to her we’d all riot

SAYAN KÖTÖR FADING AWAY NOOOO I HATE SEEING DÆMONS DIE

Okay, last little gripe, but I just wanted to say that in the book, Will doesn’t realize it’s his dad until literally the last second before his dad dies - like they both realize and then BAM, Jopari is killed. And while I do love the father-son reunion, I am kind of annoyed by the change because it was such a huge punch in the gut in the book that Will searches for so long for his dad, only to lose him the second he finds him.

Serafina finding Lee’s body and kissing his forehead was yet another punch in the gut, thanks Pullman/BBC/BadWolf

The fact that Will had to bury his dad :(

Also, WILL WEARING JOPARI’S JACKET OH MY GOD MY HEART

Oof that shot of his amputated fingers...

So the narration, when it started I thought it was Jopari at first, like from one of his letters... but then as it continued, I went “hang on”, and then I said outloud “wait, is that ASRIEL?!”

DID MARISA REALLY PUT LYRA IN A FUCKING TRUNK?!? BITCH ARE YOU OKAY?!?

Will putting his hood up like his dad did just hits differently

Okay so um ASRIEL HI I WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU THIS SEASON OH MY GOD THE SCREAM I LET OUT

HIS MONOLOGUE BY THE WAY IS FUCKING ART AND A MASTERPIECE BUT I WAS TOO BUSY CRYING OVER JAMES MCAVOY TO WRITE THE WHOLE MONOLOGUE DOWN

Oh, hi Stelmaria!

It always makes me scream that this man is not only Lord Asriel now but he’s also fucking Mr Tumnus and MOTHERFUCKING BILL DENBROUGH LIKE HOW IS THIS MAN INVOLVED IN SO MANY OF MY FANDOMS?!?

ANGELS ANGELS OH MY FUCKING GOD-

“We stand with you, Asriel Belacqua” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Let us prepare for war” - FUUUUUUUUCK

(I was deadly serious when I said this was just me screaming and crying by the way)

I’m still reeling over the fact that Marisa put her daughter in a fucking trunk. Like I get you can’t exactly carry a drugged child about in the open but Jesus Christ, love, really?!?

Also Ruth Wilson / Marisa Coulter in a headscarf? *chef kiss*

The way that the screen went to black as she put the lid on the trunk down - SHIT OH SHIT GOOSEBUMPS

THE CREDIT SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT HAS FUCKING ANGELS NOW I’M-

I WASN’T EXPECTING THE POST CREDITS SCENE OH MY GOD

ROGER?! ROGER! IT’S ROGER I’M NOT OKAY-

BBC YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT ON US LIKE THAT FUCK-

“What is this place?” - I’M SCREAMING SO LOUD I CAN’T HOLD IT IN

For anyone unaware, the reason I’m screaming so loud over the post-credits scene is because in TAS, while Lyra is drugged and in a groggy sleep, she has these visions of Roger talking to her from the Land of the Dead, which then later leads to her and Will actually GOING to the Land of the Dead and... well, the rest is even HUGER spoilers but YEAH I’M NOT OKAY.

Honestly, I’m just so happy and emotional because I’ve been waiting over a decade for a decent adaptation of not only NL but for TSK and TAS too, and we’re 2/3 there now. Just one more book/series to go... I wish we could have it now. I really hope that filming for the final one starts ASAP because if we have to wait two years just to see the conclusion to this series, I might cry.

This series is so amazing, and this season especially has been so incredible to watch. It’s been the highlight of my week for seven weeks, and I have no idea what I’ll do with my Sundays now that it’s over. I’ve asked for the DVD for S2 for my birthday already (since it comes out 29th December and my birthday is 13th January... just saying), and words can’t describe how much I do love this series. I know it sounds hollow since I say it about so many things I’m into, but this was such a huge part of my childhood and it’s one of my favourite fantasy series of all time. It’s truly one of the most incredible pieces of literature and now it’s making for incredible television... I love it so much.

[myelocin]

tomato sauce for hello, and mornings for i love you

synopsis: “you are the who, love is the what, and this is the why.”

genre: fluff | wc: 2,300+

characters: konoha akinori

this is why i need you | jesse ruben

a/n: HALLOW??? HALLOWWW?????? @gg9183 MY ANGEL MY LOVE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO U we will ignore the fact that i am late i meant to post this yst but my laptop updated and i didnt save a fat chunk of this LOL. (speech aside) i love you. konoha loves u. i’m in this corner of the world blowing a candle for u and cheering u on always. happy birthday my best girl <3

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It’s a good day to love you today.

Konoha’s up by seven, then at the grocery store by seven forty-five. A quick breakfast in the car: just a bottle of orange juice and a bag of chips that he just knows you’ll scold him for.

Pick up the balloons after heading to the bakery, then finding a way to somehow sneak all of what he has prepared in the house before you wake up. He smiles, delighting in the thought of another year with you.

Three birthdays together, a little apartment situated close to the city, and a multitude of inside jokes that would piss off Bokuto on the days he feels excluded. You snicker with him when he whispers his commentary towards you in the theaters, and he’ll do the same when you critique how the popcorn tastes that day.

There’s a lot of unknowns that balance what keeps the joy afloat, he thinks. He doesn’t know what to say when calling the doctor for his yearly checkup, and he doesn’t know how to counter the what-if scenarios the two of you usually talk about.

Sitting in his car, he chuckles. The rush hour of the morning borders unforgivable today, and while he could have sat still in his car, grumbling about the inconvenience, he settles for huffing towards it instead—defining factors like that as one of the inevitables in life.

So he thinks of you.

He left the house a little before sunrise, with you still asleep in bed. On the left side, wrapped in 75% of the blankets, with the plush cradled in between your arms. Some days he regrets winning that for you. While you said the expression on the hamster’s face mirrors his when he’s coming home from a rough day at work, it’s also the same plush that’s usually sandwiched in-between the two of you every time he tries to hold you at night.

Some days it’s like that, but today, he’s thankful it’s there to keep you company while he’s out here.

He’s always heard about the things people do for love, and while in the beginning he was never one to believe in its influence, as he catches a glimpse of himself on the rearview mirror, he laughs. There’s at least ten paper bags from the grocery store—all of which are meant just for breakfast, and a box with the god-awful hot pink wrapping paper he couldn’t have changed at the very last minute.

It’ll have to make do, he supposes. Slip ups happen sometimes, and in love, perfection is only a far-fetched dream.

In youth, love is make believe. Love is the ice cream truck that passed by his street every afternoon, and the coins his mother would leave out on the kitchen table for him just enough to treat himself. Love is the stories and the idea that he’d find a hand to hold and squeeze tight, even if all the boys in class would roll their eyes and stay away from the cooties.

Love is good.

Then as it stays good, love becomes great.

He learns of that the second he turned twenty and met you on aisle three of the grocery store at 2 in the morning. Pyjama bottoms, hair in a bun, and you’re squinting at the labels—trying to decide whether to get chocolate or vanilla for the frosting.

He said his hello then, because love at that time was also the three second push that came into his life as a show of brevity.

Konoha eases off the brakes, letting the car roll for a good couple of meters before slowly coming into a stop again—the traffic still present.

With a sigh, he resorts to tapping on the steering wheel and reliving through the memories again. He had no game then, he realizes. He approached you with half of the pickup line he plucked from reddit jumbled up as he said it, and he had a tomato sauce stain on his shirt.

Now that he thinks about it, he looked a little sleazy.

But the world has its ways of redefining what it means to be perfect, he supposes. What happened after was you turned your head, two tubs of frosting on either of your hands, and a smile already cracking its way through the prior confusion on your face.

And shit, he remembers, that’s all it took for him to realize that perhaps this is what they mean about the great that comes with the redefinition of love.

From then, you became a fixture of his every day. Three years since tomato sauce stains and your icing dilemma, he still learns more and more about you, finding home and falling in love as the days go by.

So today is a good day to love you.

Your third birthday you’re celebrating with him, and he’s in his car crawling his way through the traffic with a jar of tomato sauce and two kinds of canned icing in the paperbags in the back seat just to commemorate the first hello.

Tapping his finger against the steering wheel, he smiles. There’s a comfort in knowing that you’re headed home. Back to you, back to love.

He hopes that god awful plush is keeping you warm, Konoha thinks with a smile. Then with a laugh, he steps his foot off the brakes again, the world letting what’s there flow as motion comes once more and eases him into the road that brings him closer to you.

-

An hour later, he’s trudging up the stairs.

To be fair, in the parking lot he did try to think of at least a speech to present to you. Perhaps the classic ‘I love you, babe. Happy birthday,’ followed by a suave look, a bouquet of flowers, and breakfast in bed. He smirks, knowing even though blunt sentimentality has never been you nor his’ style when it comes to communication, you always had a soft spot for the moments where he did remind you that his love will always have the intention to stay.

Staring infront of the door, all it takes to put himself together is a deep breath, an honest smile, and just like that, he’s good to go.

Cake in hand and the strings to the balloon pinched in between his fingers, he nudges the door open, trying to be quiet as he cranes his neck and listens for noise inside the house. Delighting in the silence, he makes his way in, careful so he doesn’t disturb the peace.

Mornings have always been easy with you.

You wake up around the same time as he does, and breakfast is always shared at a table for two. Easy conversation, sleepy smiles, and little chuckles sprinkled before the beginning of the day is kickstarted.

Konoha smiles. There’s a cake with a smiley face iced in the center and a bouquet with all your favorite blooms in tow. A whole lot of love is the product of the bits built one on top of the other from the everyday that remains his—though it’s as much as yours too.

There’s love found in home, three years shown within, and the subtle promise of a lifetime in the presence that stays.

“You know,” a voice jolts him. Konoha, wide eyed, turns towards the kitchen, quickly spotting you.

You’re sat in your usual spot by the window, a bowl of cereal in front of you, and his hoodie wrapped around your frame. You smirk at him, spoon in hand, eyes to him. “If you’re going to surprise me, you could have probably pulled it off if you didn’t have a whole concert in the shower.”

His tongue pokes his cheek, the red on his face displayed in full colors because of how bright the morning is. “Last night you said you were sleeping in, so I figured you’d be knocked the fuck out till 10 or something.”

“That was the plan,” you laugh, shifting your eyes back down to your breakfast and scooping up a bite.

You hear a huff, then when you turn to him, you smile again. Konoha’s standing a little awkwardly in the middle of the living room now. His Donald Duck house slippers on, and his socks aren’t even matching. On top of the paper bags on the table, he’s still trying his hand at balancing the cake, bouquet, and strings from the balloon in his hand.

He’s looking at anywhere but towards you.

Laughing softly under your breath, you throw him a lifeline. “Want me to turn around and have you clean up your entrance so that I can pretend to be surprised when you say happy birthday?”

When you look back up, he’s already made it halfway across the living room, just now stepping into the kitchen to plop down on the seat in front of you. Puffing his cheeks, he sets the boxes down on the clear end of the table and leans forward. Meeting him halfway, you smile as he presses a quick kiss on your temple.

In laughter, he eases into love. “Happy birthday,” he smiles.

Smiling along with him, you hold out the spoonful you meant to give to yourself in offering towards him. “Morning.”

Even though he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t pull off the surprise, the smile on his face is still cheeky when he faces you. Mornings are easy, he thinks again, because love is.

“I can still cook for you,” he offers, taking the fork from your hand and reaching in the bowl to pick at the bits of fruit instead of the actual cereal.

You quirk a brow in his direction. “By that do you mean you’ll just plate the takeout you got and hide the boxes so you can tell me you cooked for me?”

“Will that impress you?” Konoha laughs, the smile on his face easy.

“Depends,” you shrug. “What kinda takeout did you get?” Peering into the boxes he tries to shield with his body, he eventually moves away with a laugh when you swat him on the shoulder and poke him to the side. “Was anything even open this early?”

He points the fork with the slice of strawberry in your direction, his face smug. “I ordered in advance.”

Narrowing your eyes, you lean forward and take a bite, laughing when he gives you a look for biting the piece you don’t doubt he’s been eyeing for a while now.

You snort, recalling the memory of him hunched over the desk the other night, shooing you away everytime you’d enter the room. “Tell me you didn’t bother that poor auntie at 11 in the evening just for this?”

He looks away, eyes closed. “I’m a resourceful man.”

“She’s in her sixties and 11 is probably three hours past her bedtime!” you laugh.

Konoha looks at you anyway, smiling. “But are you happy I got you your pastries?”

Eyeing the box, it doesn’t take much for love to resettle into peace again, your joy quickly mirroring his. “You drove all the way there for me?”

“Always for you,” he responds, like it’s the most obvious thing.

You reach forward and pinch his cheek, finding love in the silly bits of him too. “But you always complain about how annoying it is to drive this early in the morning. I know rush hour’s a bitch,” you try to reason.

He shakes his head. “I know. But it’s your day.”

“You drove there last week too when I was craving,” you mutter. Konoha crosses his arms one over the other, and leans his head against it down on the table. Looking through his lashes and up at you, he beams. “That’s because I love you.”

Poking through a bigger piece of fruit from your bowl, you bring the fork towards him, until it’s just barely poking at his lips. “You know, you’re really sweet when you’re decided.”

Accepting the strawberry, Konoha suppresses a chuckle. “I’m always decided when it comes to you, what do you mean?”

Shrugging, you sift through the contents of your bowl, looking for more slices of fruit. You’ll add more next time, you note in the back of your mind. He smiled more when he ate the strawberries instead of the initial blueberry.

“I also got tomato sauce and icing,” he admits, tilting his head to the paper bags still on the coffee table in the living room. “To commemorate hello.”

“So you’re a poet now, I see,” you tease.

“I can be a lot of things in this life.”

You tilt your head. “Like?”

“I’ll tell you once I think about more things that impress you the most.”

You smile. “Just be Akinori.”

He smiles again, love written along the peace in his expression. “Deal.”

“It’s nice to be loved,” you tell him, eyeing the bouquet with the blooms and the cake with the smiley face peeking through the window of the box.

“Because I love you, that’s why,” he replies.

Morning is easy.

A table for two, light conversation, and a history lived and loved even though silence tends to resettle in the room from time to time. Memory relished through love and the flow of the day nurturing enough for him to delight in the moment and feel at ease because this is the kind of love that’s meant to stay kind for a lifetime.

“Happy birthday,” he smiles, and when you look at him, he thanks his lucky stars for that three second rush of brevity that pushed him to begin love with a hello.

 -

ily always <3

[baby-bearie]

this is love

jj maybank x reader

tags:@sunflowermotel @howdyherron @drew-starkey @yelyahryan @obxwriterfan @avashroom @rewindlr @raekenliar @imsad05 @ceruleanjj @dolanfivsosxox @maybe-maybanks @katie-avery @maraseavey @outerbanqs @heyhargrove

a/n: this is heavily inspired by the short story “The Way We Love Here” by Dhonielle Clayton from the book Meet-Cute (my favorite book ever you should read it). and definitely an odd choice for a jj fic but i kind of liked it! you know, believe in magic every once in a while!

warnings: mention of violence, a few swear words

You study the wavy line across your wrist. It’s still so bare. You’re not old enough for the thin tattoo to have developed, grown a pattern, vines, anything. 

This is the way soulmates find each other. 

Everybody is born with a tattoo across their wrist. A simplistic line. A variety of them. Dotted lines, wavy lines, straight lines, diagonals. All of your possible soulmates have the same type of design. And as you grow older, as you get closer to learning how to love someone and love yourself, the lines develop. Some grow a mixture of flowers and vines, some develop a stripey pattern or more lines. But once it’s done developing, the tattoo matches the one on the wrist of your one true love. 

You’re young, too young for the tattoo to be developing. It’s okay. 

You can wait. 

You can wait, knowing he’s out there. He’s out there and one day he’ll be yours and you’ll be his. 

Until then, you have no knowledge of love. To love, to be loved, it’s all so foreign. You’re sure you won’t even know love when it does finally hit you. 

That is, to love someone new. 

You love your family. You love your dog. You love the feel of the wind in your hair on evening bike rides. You love sitting on the steps of your house and watching the people pass by. And you love surfing. 

More than anything, you love surfing. 

You’ve paddled out onto the water a while ago. Your hair is dripping with saltwater, and you now straddle your board, legs dipped into the blue. 

It’s so peaceful out here. The sun is setting now, dipping under the water, casting an array of pinks and oranges over the waves. 

At times like this you wish he would hurry up and find you. 

You wonder if he’s not ready and that’s why your line hasn’t developed. 

You think you are. 

“Hey!” You hear a deep voice yell out. You look up from your hand and see a boy on a board paddling towards you. 

“Hey.” You call back. You don’t know him. He paddles closer and closer, and you see that his hair is blonde, and just as soaked as yours. Locks fall onto his forehead. 

“I was watching you surf earlier. You’re, uh, you’re pretty good,” he smiles. It’s a pretty smile. 

“Thanks. You too.” That’s a lie. You haven’t seen him surf. 

“I’m JJ, by the way.” 

“Y/n.”

“That’s a nice name.” “Is that all you came to ask me about?”

You don’t mean to snap at him, but your evening surf is usually to decompress. Take in the sunset and just think for a while. “I came to ask why you stopped.” “To watch the sunset.” “You weren’t really, though. You were watching your board, more like.” 

Well, he’s a no bullshit type of guy, isn’t he. 

You hold up your wrist. There’s no point in keeping anything from this stranger. You probably won’t see him again. 

He smiles and holds up his wrist in return. So he is from here, if he has the tattoo. 

As you lean forward to look at it, you’re surprised to see the same wavy line on your wrist. 

This boy could possibly be your soulmate. He’s cute, you’ll give him that. He’s also annoying. You’ll give him that, too. 

He uses his hand to push his hair back. 

“I don’t meet many people with my mark.” You nod at his wrist. 

“Yeah, me neither. Only like, 4 or 5.” 

It’s quiet and you appreciate it, savor it before he starts talking again. 

“You know, they say if you touch someone with the same mark, you can see your possible futures together.”

Oh, so he’s crazy too. 

“Yeah, they also say that you could die if you do that.” He shrugs. 

“Fuck it. What have you got to lose?” “This. Sunsets. My family. The water.” 

“I think you got a hell of a lot more to gain.” He argues. 

“Yeah? Like what?” You scoff. 

“Me,” he smiles, a wide one. “No, I don’t know what your plan is here, but we are not doing this.” “Come on, it could be fun. How often do you get this chance?”

“How often do I get the chance to die? You’re right, not often. I like to avoid it when I do.” “You won’t die. I promise! I’m pretty sure they just made that up to scare little kids.” “Did anyone ever tell you you’re like really good at reassuring people?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm. He laughs. “Oh, yeah, all the time.” 

It’s silent for another second. 

JJ’s proposition settles in and you realize you really don’t have anything to lose. 

You’ve grown sick of waiting. 

“I’ll do it.” 

JJ’s eyes widen almost cartoonishly and his eyebrows jump a mile up. 

“Really?”

You bite your lip. There’s no backing out from here.

“Yes.”

“Ok, ok, let’s do this.” JJ slips off his board and begins to tread water to stay floating. You follow suit, slipping into the water. 

“3, 2, 1,” he counts before you dunk underwater. 

Once the waves have enveloped you completely, you open your eyes. 

JJ is looking at you, and you nearly laugh at how much he looks like a pufferfish with his cheeks puffed out. His hair is sticking up all around his head and yours floats around you. 

He raises his eyebrows at you, and you can almost hear the “sure?” he would ask you if he could talk. 

You nod and he puts his hand up. 

You close your eyes for a second, remembering how the water feels around you, trying to sear it into your memory before you open your eyes. You press your hand up against JJ’s. 

The lines connect. 

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, the deep, dark water around you begins to swirl. It begins to create a whirlpool around the two of you, and you turn to JJ with panicked eyes. 

He seems completely calm, but you can’t breathe and you’re now sure that this is how you die.

What a way to die. 

JJ grabs your other hand with his free one, squeezing it. It grounds you. The water is faster now, nearly cyclonic. 

You close your eyes as JJ closes his, and you can’t remember if the water is spinning or you are. 

Suddenly, you can no longer hear the rush of the water anymore. You open your eyes, and find you’re on dry land. You gasp for breath. 

You swivel your eyes around, trying to spot something that will clue you into where you are. 

JJ is nowhere in sight. 

It’s cold out, and you’re wearing a huge sweater. It’s definitely not yours. You’re in the middle of the street. By the look of it, you’re still in the Cut. 

A door swings open in a house near you. You turn to look at it and a familiar face runs out. “Y/n!” JJ yells. 

“JJ!” You’re overcome with a sense of familiarity and comfort at the sight of him. He’s no longer in his swim trunks either. He wears a t-shirt and cargo shorts. You don’t know how you know, but you know the t-shirt smells like JJ. Saltwater, pine trees and freshly cut grass. 

He rushes to meet you in the middle of the street. 

His hands cup your cheeks, and his eyes are filled with concern. 

It feels safe. 

“Are you ok? Nothing hurts?” His eyes wash over you, and by the look in them you know he feels the weird sense of comfort too. 

“I’m okay. Are you?” 

JJ nods. 

“Where the hell are we?” You look around you. 

“My house.” He turns back and waves towards the small house. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“I don’t know. Is that my sweater?” JJ points to the comfy clothes you have on. 

You’re about to tell him you don’t know when you realize you do, and it is his. You nod. 

“What future is this?”

JJ’s face lights up as if he’s been reminded of who he is. “We’re in love.” “We’re in love?” You ask him apprehensively, but suddenly the memories rush back to you too. 

Nights together on a couch you seem to know. Wearing his sweater everytime he tries to wear it out anywhere. His lips on your shoulder. A loud bonfire and an arm around your waist. 

“We’re in love.” You’re dumbfounded this has worked. 

“Can I try something, then?” He’s looking at your lips and you nod. If you’re going to have your first kiss, this is as good a time as any. 

He could be your soulmate, right? He leans in and meets your lips and you can’t begin to explain the warmth that spreads over you. 

It feels like you’ve felt it a million times before. But it still feels beautiful. 

He pulls away and both of you are breathless. 

“Woah,” he whispers, and you begin to notice that the water is rushing around your ears again. 

You close your eyes and you’re underwater again. The water is still swirling and you don’t dare open your eyes. 

You hold your breath, the pressure building on your chest until the rushing suddenly stops. 

You open your eyes and you’re standing outside a huge marble stone house front. There’s a small statue next to you and you know for sure you’re not in the Cut anymore. 

You look at yourself in a window. You’re wearing a peach silk dress. The straps are thin, and your hair is immaculately curled. You look outside and recognize the function. Midsummers. You’ve never been a part of Midsummers. 

You know this means change for you and JJ. You’re not sure what kind of change. You’re not sure who you are. 

A man in a suit approaches you and offers you a glass of champagne. You accept it and before he can leave, you stop the man. 

“Hey, what am I doing here?” 

He laughs a little as if you’ve made a joke. 

“It is your house, Mrs. Thornton.” 

Mrs. Thornton?

You look down at your hand and a dazzling diamond ring graces your ring finger. 

Mrs. Thornton. 

The memories flood back into your head. Topper Thornton. Overseas vacations. Private planes. Designer dresses, personal servants, golfing. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Another unfamiliar man approaches you, and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“Topper.” The name comes to you. 

“The party’s started, what’re you doing in here?”

“Just needed a couple seconds.”

He nods reluctantly but leaves you in the room, returning outside. 

“Mrs. Thornton? Really? There’s a future where you pick this Kook over me?” You turn and JJ is standing there, smirking at you. 

“Oh, thank god, I was so scared I wouldn’t find you.” You sigh in relief. 

“Look at you, all dolled up.” He sticks his hands in his pockets. 

You take in his neatly brushed hair, and the suit. It’s the same suit the man who offered you champagne wore. 

“You’re not here for the party are you?” You give JJ a sad look. “No, actually, I think I’m here catering?” he laughs. 

“JJ,” you begin. He shakes his head. 

“No, it’s okay, I wouldn’t want to be a part of this life if I could.” 

“Right,” you nod, but somewhere deep down you have the feeling that if you could, you would give him this life in a heartbeat. 

Your eyebrows furrow. You still love JJ in this future. 

“You feel it too?” 

You nod. 

“I guess it just,” he pauses to shrug, “didn’t work out in this timeline.” 

You look out the window again and meet your husband's eyes. They’re angry and dark. Topper begins moving towards you. 

A feeling of terror and anxiety settles in your stomach and you’ve felt it before. He’s going to come hurt JJ. You grab his hand. 

“JJ, we gotta go, now.”

“I don’t know how to control this!” He cries out. 

Topper has reached you now, and lands one blow on JJ before the water starts rushing again. 

You’ve been dunked underwater again and you wait patiently before the rushing stops. 

You open your eyes and this time you’re lying on a couch. There’s a huge weight on your chest and you quickly recognize the familiar blond head of hair. You run a hand through it and JJ picks up his head from your chest to look at you. 

He smiles at you, a soft one. You stretch. It feels like you’ve laid here for your whole life. 

“So, where are we now?” You ask. “This one I don’t know.” 

JJ picks up your hand and places his against it. 

There’s a simple gold band around his ring finger and yours. 

“We got married.” He smiles at you. It’s pure bliss. 

“We’re married and we got our own house?” You laugh. 

“Hey, I didn’t think I could do it either,” he mimics your expression. 

JJ tucks his head into your chest again. It feels right. As if it’s muscle memory, you run your hand up and down his back, and he sighs against your skin. 

“You’re a big baby, you know that?”

“Shhh, let me enjoy this. I don’t know if I get to keep it.” His voice is muffled against you. 

“JJ,” you look at the picture frame on the small table next to the couch. 

He hums. 

“JJ, we have a kid.”

His head shoots up, nearly knocking your chin. 

He gives you a confused look, then you watch the realization pool in his eyes. 

“John?”

“Yeah, John.”

A new set of memories floods your mind. The small wedding, your son, all the times JJ has laid on this couch with you. 

You feel safe. You feel happy. This is love. 

“If it’s worth anything,” you whisper, “this is my favorite one so far.” 

“It’s not. Would you kiss me again if I asked?” “I think I have to in this future.”

JJ laughs and leans up to kiss you. He pulls away with his eyes still closed. 

“I feel like I’ve done that a thousand times, and I still never get used to it. What if we just stayed here?”

“I don’t think it’s up to us.” You pat JJ’s back as the water rushes around you again. 

You close your eyes and the rushing goes away. You’re still underwater. 

You kick upwards and break the surface. 

JJ whoops loudly near you. 

He swims towards you, but is careful not to touch you again. 

“We did it,” his smile is uncontrollable. 

“There are future’s where we’re not together. And you get hurt.” 

“There’s a future where we have a kid, Y/n.” 

“You’re insane, man. We might not even be meant to be.” “I have a feeling that’s not true.

JJ gestures to your wrist and you mouth parts when you realize the wavy lines have grown peaks and dips. They’re turning into actual waves. 

JJ holds up his wrist. The same pattern. 

You laugh, loudly, slapping a hand over your mouth. Nothing you just felt beats the joy you feel right now. 

“I’ll race you back to the beach,” JJ challenges you, smirking. 

“We both know I’m faster than you.”

“We both know that’s a lie.”

JJ takes off, paddling his board, and you follow him, yelling to him how big of a baby he is. 

You’ve called him that before. 

You know you’ll call him that again. 

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit ii

More of my purely indulgent fic of Draco Malfoy 💚

W! Mean! Draco(kinda) possessiveness

Tags @khemz1312 @squeaky-ducky

Draco pulled himself away from you to fix his robes and roll his shoulders straightening himself out. The stare he gave you made you shake in your knees, what did you do? It was his lackeys not you..

“The next time.. this happens..”

“It was them not me!”

Draco raised a brow at you, at that raised voice. He stepped over grabbing your face with a smile that seemed to go all the way up his face.”who are you yelling at?”

“Im not.. i.. i mean..i didn't mean too..”

“Should i tell Hufflepuff they have a cheater in the house?”

“No!!” You grabbed his robe pleading with him.

Draco let go of your face to rub your cheek with his thumb. “Say your a good badger who would never yell at her superior” he told her with a smirk.

You did not want to cry in front of him, everytime you did he would lick your cheek and tell you how sweet you taste.. instead you hid your face in his chest to hide your tears while you spoke. “Im a good ba-badger who would never yell at her superior”

You could feel Draco stroking your back in slow movements. “Such a well behaved badger, a good rabbit.” Slowly he took his wand out. “But i think.. i should still punish you.”

The same second you looked up at him he waved his wand around at you .

Everything got much.. much bigger around you. Everything seemed closer and your sense of smell was heightened.. and all you could think about was carrots….

Draco kneeled down, tipping his head looking satisfied with himself . “Perfect. Lets hope i can figure out how to change you back. But never mind that, lets go to class” he scooped you up in his hands and held you up by a nearby mirror looking very happy. “Look at you, so fluffy now” . Your long ears shot up and you began to panic. You were a white rabbit.

***

You were panicking in his grip. No no no. not this. You cant talk, nothing! You had to completely rely on Draco till he changed you back… you looked up at the happy man who was making kiss faces at you telling you how cute you looked like this. He opened his cloak to place you inside a pocket and scratched your head with a finger. “Off we go yeah?” he teased as he started to walk. Draco was so focused on you he did not realize his father had passed him in the hall seeing him talk to a snowy white rabbit. All you could think about was changing back and running away, somewhere safe. Maybe Hagids Hut...but all you could do for right now was wait it out.

The class was spells with Professor Snape. Your ears fell behind you when you heard his voice. He would not help you change back. Draco sat down in the back taking you out of his pocket to place you on his lap and scratch your chin. The look he gave you was demeaning…. So happy with himself, satisfied with his work. Treating you like a legit animal and turning you into one. What if he never figured out how to change you back!? You hopped in a circle on his lap panicking all over again. Snape isint gonna help me, what am i gonna do ?! what if i hop away and find help, but i cant talk!! And Draco would probably turn me into a frog ! what about.. McGonagall, she can turn into a cat maybe she could help me...

“Shh shh… pretty rabbit” he spread his legs slouching in his chair.” Be good and i might change you back.” his tone was condescending and hurtful, he had all the power right now. Your ears fell behind you again and you hopped to his stomach nuzzling his shirt up and over your eyes trying to pretend you were anywhere else. He cooed down at you scratching your rear and tugging your ear lightly. “Arent you cute when you wanna be ey? You didint want to snuggle the other night but look at you now.” you felt his hand scratch at your rear again. Why would i want to snuggle after what you did… “I like having you there Rabbit. Gets you used to my scent and i can feel your little wet nose wiggling against my chest, your cold padded front feet kneading my lap.” shut up.. I hate this, i hate it.. his long fingers stroked along your back, back and forth. “Your so fragile like this, a defenseless little Rabbit, if i change you back will you do this for me when your human?” he asked you, expecting an answer. What? Does he mean cuddle? You shook your head and budged your face into his chest feeling really sad. Why me, he could have picked on anyone else. If he changes me back im going to ask… You stretched a leg out getting sleepy. Why does that feel .. so nice.. Why is he being like this.. “aww, “ he tickled your little foot, smirking big. “Comfy on me? How adorable. Lets hope Snape doesn't call on me for some bloody demonstration” Draco turned his attention to the man, a hand still on your back rubbing ever so slowly, lulling you right to sleep.

Later on you woke up from the sound of students and the smell of food. It was dark and you could only see Draco a little bit . you must be in his pocket again. I slept the whole class? Is it lunchtime? The day is almost over then. Im hungry.. Dracos robe pockets were deep, deep enough for you to sit comfortably in his robe with two front feet sticking out in front of you. It was cozy… you wished it wasn't. All you could smell was him, all you could really hear was him, him him him… You yawned kicking your back feet around alerting Draco that you were awake. He moved his arm a bit so his robe opened making it easy for him to see you. He smiled down at you and held out some of a carrot for you. “Have a nice nap Pet? You slept the whole class” he held his robe open with his free hand .

You sniffed the carrot hearing your tummy growl. Dammit why is he like this… i am hungry..

It was mentally painful for you to do but you held your mouth open and Draco placed the carrot on your bottom teeth chuckling to himself.

“Malfoy? Where'd you get the rabbit?” Crabb asked him, from the opposite side of the table.

“Never took you for an animal lover mate.” Goyle added.

“None of your business, its for class” he snapped at them before feeding you again.

Ugn,,, just give me the whole thing… you kicked your feet and Draco glanced down at you again. “Hungry still? Can you give me the big sad eyes?”

You want me to beg you.. While im a rabbit.. For food!? When is this going to end…

You sighed low, moved your front paws together so they overlapped, lowered your ears till they touched your back and gave Draco the biggest, saddest eyes you could do, you even added in a lip quiver.

“Thaaaats my good Rabbit, my good girl.” he held out the whole carrot and you took it into the pocket nibbling like crazy.

“Hes talking to his rabbit”

“Just.. just dont say anything…”

After lunch Draco decided to just stroll around the castle. He talked about himself mostly or his father. He had you up on his shoulder and was outside the castle just walking around. Everyone he passed either gave him a look or asked about his companion. If they were not Slytherin he did not even look at them. But if they were of his House he would tell them he had a special class assignment and had to drag a rat around all day. Every now and then he would nuzzle his cheek on you while he walked, hands in his pockets, smile on his face, head in the clouds.

“Ya know Rabbit, this is the best day i've had in a long time i think. Its a lot less tiring than making hell for that Gryffindor kid. How bout you Pet? Good day?” he looked at you nuzzling you again.

I cannot…. Begin to explain how awful this is… i'm not your little accessory. Its your lackey's fault i'm stuck like this. I think you are a - wah!

Draco brought you to his chest to hold you as he sat down near a small river with flowers next to it. He had one leg up and placed you between them to scratch your chin. “Want a little treat for being so good?” he leaned over picking a flower, holding it down to you.

Are you kidding me…

“No? Cmon love, cheers”

You thumped a foot opening your mouth for him to place the little dandelion in. “good little Rabbit, tasty?”

You swallowed the flower whole with wide eyes. It is good.. You got out of his lap to hop to the flowers munching another and another making Draco laugh to himself. “Well i guess so Pet.” he watched you munch on a few flowers for awhile, leaning back on his hands. “Rabbit” he said.

What now… You turned to him with your ears back.

“Come to me,” he pat his lap. “Cmon, right here”

Im not a damn dog.. You hopped over between his legs again and he scratched your back in long strokes.Ugn dooonttt.. Il fall asleep again … Your little body slouched over his thigh and you nuzzled your face into his crotch closing your eyes.

“Must be the sweet spot yeah?” he glided his fingers down then up your fuzzy back watching your back legs kick out from under you. You were getting sleepy all over again. Dammit why.. Just stay… aw..aw...awak...e…

“If only you would let me do this when your human.” you heard him say.

Wait what? What did he say just now? Your nose wiggled and you laid your chin on his crotch staring up at him.

“What? I told you i dont know how to change you back” he spat out looking away.

Maybe,, pretend to sleep…

You nuzzled your face back into his crotch closing your eyes and Draco laid his head on his knee watching you.

“Those fucking two trying to touch you, i dont know what came over me. Your mine, Little Rabbit. No one can touch you, no one can have you, no one can take you away from me. Not your stupid House, not the teachers, no one. Youll stay loyal to me wont you? Thats what Hufflepuff is. My loyal little Rabbit.”

What.. what does this mean?does he plan to keep me with him after graduation?! You wiggled around and Draco scooped you up laying down with you on his chest. You looked scared to him. Draco scratched your head and you scooted closer to his face putting a foot on his chin.

“Yes little Rabbit?”

I dont understand you.. Why are you being so soft right now.. All the time your mean and cruel to me but today… i dont understand. Is this all a trick to get me to fall for you? Mess with my head?

Draco pouted his lips at you. “Hmm? Give us a kiss, Pet” he fake whimpered.

I swear when im changed….

You moved your foot getting closer to nuzzle his face. Draco smiled pulling you closer and closing his eyes. “Good little Rabbit.” he dozed off holding you.

I could leave… find help.. Your body felt weird all of a sudden. Whats going on ? im floating?! Draco!! Draco!!! You struggled in the air watching Draco get farther and farther away. You floated back inside the castle and up some stairs to a open door where a man was waving his wand around directing you. He had long blond hair and looked very curious. You knew who he was the instant he put you on his desk.

His hand cupped your chin giving him a good look at you. Your squeezing too tight.. Please.. It hurts..

“Black and yellow eyes,. A Hufflepuff student.” he stroked your back in long hard strokes while he talked. “How did my son come across you? I wonder? I think ill hold onto you, he should realize soon enough..”

Lucious Malfoy… anyone but him… Malfoy was tolerable.. But his father… please come find me Draco…….and soon.

[imagine-docx]

dresses.

Summary: Bucky is a cute single dad who needs to get a dress for his daughter because his ex wife’s wedding is in a few weeks. Insert you, the cute kids shop owner who has a ton of knowledge in this department. [ChubbyBucky!SingleDad!AU]

Warnings: swearing, and some insecurity mentions and some body shaming, suggestive content right at the end.

A/N: the amount of love i got on sneaky is astronomical! and i love and appreciate each and everyone of you who read it and enjoyed it! also, please remember to sign all the petitons, and donate if you can and attend protests if you can! black lives matter. - amanda

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Nope, nope, no, absolutely not, fuck this. Was the exact thought process Bucky went through his mind. The reminder just popped up that in two weeks was his ex wife’s marriage ceremony and reception.

Bucky and Natasha were once married, and had little Layla from the marriage. Layla was caught in the crossfire of a nasty divorce when Bucky and Nat ended things when she was only 3. When Bucky got the invitation for the wedding, he felt the same exact heartbreak when he realized Nat was cheating on him, and felt someone throw his heart into a fire when he realized the man she was currently engaged to was the exact man she cheated with.

He got up and realized that he should check if Layla had any clothes to wear to the wedding. He looked through her closet and realized Layla outgrew almost all of these or weren’t there for the wow factor.

He sighed, closing her closet. He ran his hands through his hair, he turned around and was greeted by the mirror that was there. 

The divorce was hard on Bucky and it was obvious. He put on a few extra pounds around the waist, his shoulders rounded out, and his thighs filled out his pants from all the late shifts at the security firm. Another sighed escaped his lips, he was seeing his ex in laws again and he didn’t look the greatest. 

He walked down the stairs and grabbed his keys, and was going to pick up Layla from Wanda’s house and take Layla dress shopping.

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“Wow you look like shit,” Wanda greeted him.

“Glad to know someone like you is caring for my kid,” Bucky sarcastically responded, allowing himself into her house. 

“You already knew what you were signing up for when you knew I was dating Sam,” Wanda said, guiding him to the kitchen.

Bucky met Wanda through Sam. Sam met Wanda through the security firm, when Wanda was working for her old company and they changed the codes without her knowing, she flipped out and somehow Sam and Wanda clicked, and here they were. 

“Where’s my kid?” He said, looking around for the little bundle of joy.

“Upstairs with Sam,” she responded. He eyed Wanda, “Listen, they’re bonding because I need to talk to you.”

“Shoot,” he said, grabbing a banana from the fruit basket.

“Nat’s getting married next week.”

“I know that.”

“You should get a date,” Wanda said bluntly.

“I would, if I could.” He stated, “Oh, I need a dress for the wedding.”

“Even better!” Wanda exclaimed, “That cute shop owner seems like she can help you out.”

“Wanda,” Bucky warned. Wanda was referring to you. You owned this little shop called Sew Lovely and were always helping him out with clothes for Layla. 

He learned about it through Wanda as she was friends with you, and god was he smittened by you. You always helped out with what she wore, and the majority of her closet came from your little shop. 

Everytime he came to see you, he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper, and it didn’t help that Layla would spend any given moment with you, and you were amazing to his kid.

“I’m trying to help,” she said defensively.

“Daddy!” He heard a little voice exclaim from around the corner. 

“Hi pumpkin, did you have fun with uncle Sam and aunty Wanda?”

“Uh-huh, we coloured, watched movies, so much fun.” Layla said.

“Tell me more while we’re in the car,” he said, getting up from his seat and walking to the door. Before leaving he leaned back to Wanda, “I’m going for the dress,” Wanda smirked, “Not for the girl, for the dress.”

Wanda kept that smirk on her face, “Of course Buckaroo.”

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He decided to take Layla out for smoothies before shooting you a text asking you if you were free to help find him a dress. He poked the straw into Layla’s drink before he felt the buzz from his phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the text message while poking his own straw into his drink. He let out a small smile “Come love,” he said grabbing her hand before making their way back to the car. 

Upon buckling her in, he brushed some hair out of her face, “We have to go shopping baby,” he cooed.

“I love shopping!” she exclaimed. 

“Glad to hear baby,” he said, before navigating to the shop. 

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He held Layla’s hand, while navigating to your shop. “Is aunty here?!” she asked, excitedly. 

“Of course,” he chuckled as Layla dragged him into the store.

He heard someone call out Layla’s name and it could have been confused with an angel. “I knew that was my favourite sugar puff!” you exclaimed, crouching to hug her. 

“Aunty! I’ve missed you!” Layla exclaimed, throwing her arms around you. 

“And would you look at that, it's my favourite client,” you said. 

Your hair was tossed into a messy ponytail, you were wearing an oversized white knit sweater, a pair of black jeans and some white sneakers. Even though the outfit was simple, you look like god himself spent ages creating you. “You know I would have no idea what to do with fashion,” he joked. 

“Of course I do,” you joked back. “So how can I help the two of you today?”

“I need a dress for a wedding,” he said, biting back the fact it was his ex wife’s wedding. “Say no more,” you said, before crouching back down to Layla, “Alright love, we need to get you a dress. What are you thinking?” 

“I want poofy! Colours! Flowers!” She exclaimed. 

“Oh she knows off the bat, let’s go sugar puff,” you said, getting up and grabbing her hand and taking her around the shop. 

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And that’s how Bucky spent the remainder of his day looking at dresses with you and Layla. He sat while the two of you looked around and tried things on. He admired how well you two bonded, as if you were mother and daughter, “I like this one the most sugar puff. What do you think?” 

“I love it!” She exclaimed, she threw her arms around you for the second time today, “Thank you Aunty!” 

Bucky looked over and saw that Layla was sporting a poofy white dress with red flowers and green leaves around it. “I love this one,” he said in awe at his daughter. 

“No problem baby, I guess we have to get you matching jewelry,” you said, engulfing her into another hug.  

Bucky let out a groan, “You guys have been shopping for so long.”

“Don’t rush a girl,” you joked. 

Another forty five minutes and almost two hundred dollars later. They were done. “Remind me to never go shopping,” he joked. 

“When you have a girl, you can never say no,” you smiled at him, making his heart melt. 

“Thank you so much,” he said, feeling insecure because he knew someone like you would never like him. 

“Not a problem sugar,” You said, and his heart skipped a beat. “See you next week?”

“You can count on it,” he said, giving you a small smile.

“Bye Aunty,” she said, hugging at your legs.

“Bye sugar puff, bye Buck,” you said, as they walked out the shop.

He should probably stop spending so much money at your shop, but seeing you made it all worth it.

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At this point, there was a week until Nat’s wedding and he was internally freaking out, he tried on his suit the previous night and it didn’t fit. The pants could barely make it past his midthigh, the dress shirt needed about three more inches before it could fit around his frame, and the jacket couldn’t even fit his arms.

Layla was asleep in her room, and he sat on the bed and tears started brewing in his eyes. Makes sense why Nat left, and why she wouldn’t like me, he thought referring to you.

He shut his eyes to prevent tears from slipping down his face. He steadied his breathing before shooting Wanda a text asking if she could watch Layla for a little longer than he anticipated. He tossed his phone on his bed, before dumping the suit in the trash can and going to shower.

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Bucky left work early, having asked Steve to cover for him while he went suit shopping. Once leaving work he somehow found himself on your street. He decided to see what you were up to before going suit shopping. 

He walked up to the shop and saw you were sitting on the bar stool, innocently chewing at the tip of your pen while looking at the notebook that sits in front of you. You were wearing a black romper with sunflowers all over them, an oversized black cardigan that was slipping off of your body, you had your hair tossed into a messy bun, glasses sat on your nose, and a pair of black sandal heels were on your feet. 

He found himself slowly walking up to the shop, opening the door, the bell went off from above him. You looked up and let out a huge smile, which made his heart melt and he returned a goofy grin. 

“Got worried for you Buck, haven’t seen you in a while,” you joked.

“Dad duties call, doll,” he said walking up to the counter, “You alone?”

“Jessica and Natalie are in the back,” you said pointing your pen off to the back, “It’s fairly early, aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“Don’t want me here doll?” He said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No, I just need to make sure you have the funds to keep my store running,” you joked.

“Gotta go suit shopping, was on my way, and thought I should stop in and let you know I’m fine,” he joked.

“You going by yourself?” You asked.

“I have no one else doll, Steve and Sam are at work,” he said running his hand through his hair.

“I can come,” you said, quickly adding, “If you want.”

“I don’t want to drag you away from work,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hush hush, I’ll come.” You closed the notebook, got off the stool, “Let me tell them I’m leaving and grab my bag?” 

“I’ll wait here,” he said smiling at you.

“Don’t move,” you warned, before walking to the back.

He looked around at the new displays, he thought about how much time you probably put into it, “You moved, about an inch. Can’t trust you anymore, Barnes,” he heard you say from behind you.

“My apologies doll, how could I possibly make it up to you?” He asked.

You linked your arm around his, “I’ll come up with something,” you said, as the two of you exited the shop.

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The two of you found yourselves at this small suit shop at the edge of Brooklyn. Walking in, the two of you heard someone yell, “James.” And an elderly Italian man came and greeted him with a hug.

“Hi Bruno,” he said, returning the hug.

He pulled away and noticed you, “Who’s this beautiful dame?”

He introduced the two of you, before Bruno brought the two of you deeper into the store, “He’s provided suits since I was young.”

You nodded, “It’s cute.”

“How about have the pretty dame sit and I do the measurements,” Bruno said. You sat on the stool provided and sipped on the smoothie that you bought for the two of you. Bucky felt embarrassed as Bruno took his measurements in front of you, but you flashed him a reassuring smile, and he felt some of the insecurities fade away.

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An hour later and Bucky found himself getting frustrated. Nothing looked good on him. He tried navy blue suits, beige suits, grey suits, plaid suits, and to no avail he could find anything. Bruno went to look at other options, while Bucky looked in the mirror. It was obvious he was picking at his own body.

You got up and walked over to him, rubbing his back, “You look gorgeous Buck, don’t deflate yourself.”

“It’s just that,” he started, “It’s my ex wife's wedding, and I don’t look good. I want to impress the family, but I look like-”

You cut him off, “You look amazing, and she’s an idiot for letting you go. If her family doesn’t like it, that sucks, cause you’re no longer their family.”

“Thank you,” he said, pulling you into a hug.

“I got your back Buck,” you said, hugging him back, “But you should have told me we were dressed to kill, I would be on it.”

“Now that you’re in on it, what’s running through that mind of yours?” He said, pulling away.

“Black,” you said, “Can’t go wrong with that.”

He smiled before yelling out, “Bruno? You got a black suit?”

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He hated how right you were, but also simultaneously loved that you knew him that well. He smiled at you, “Doll you know me well.”

“Gotta look out for my two favourite Barnes, don’t I?” you asked.

“James, you look amazing, you just need a tie,” Bruno said, before going off to find a tie.

You got up and smoothed out the suit near his shoulders, “I owe you one,” he said, looking down at you.

“You owe me a lot sugar,” you said.

Bruno came back with a red tie, “I think this would look good on you James.” You moved away from him, and let Bruno tie the tie to complete the suit. 

“The colour brings out your eyes,” you commented. 

The tie was rich, vibrant, red, and contrasted nicely against the black suit and his blue eyes. “You look amazing James.”

“Thanks Brun, I’ll take it,” Bucky said, looking at himself in the mirror, smiling at how good he looked.

Bruno walked to the front and rung up the order, “You really know what’s good for me doll.”

“What can I say? I know my Barnes,” you joked.

“How about I go change, then I’ll treat you to dinner?�� He asked.

“He’s living up to his word,” you joked.

“I always do doll,” he said, before walking back to the dressing room.

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Bucky was a man of his word and took you to the small dinner about three streets away, but still was on the outskirts of town. You finished up dinner and were driving back, “You know your way to a girls heart.”

“I always do,” he joked.

You two sat in comfortable silence the rest of the way back. Pulling up to your house, he walked you to your step. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Anytime Buck,” you responded.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Are you free this Saturday?” He realized what it sounded like, “I mean, you can be my plus one with Layla,” he rushed out.

“Of course I would come Buck,” you unlocked the door, “Text me the details?”

“Of course. Good night doll,” he said.

You kissed him on the cheek, “Night Buck,” you said before scurrying inside, missing the blush that rose to his cheeks.

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Bucky didn’t see you at all that week. He was busy getting his haircut, buying other last minute things he needed before the wedding. He kept in contact with you through texts, telling you he’d pick you up at four.

It was three fifty and he was in his car, with Layla in the backseat singing loudly to the pop that played on the radio. He was nervous, he didn’t know what to expect. He unbuckled Layla, before making his way up the steps. He rang the doorbell and waited for you to answer.

Once you opened the door, he felt the wind get knocked out of his lungs. Before him you wore a red satin dress, with a low cut exposing your cleavage, the black heels accentuated the length of your legs, you had a necklace with your initial as the pendant, a small gold bracelet and some gold earrings. 

“Aunty! You look so good!” Layla said, breaking Bucky’s train of thought.

“Thank you sugar puff, you look beautiful,” you said stroking her hair. You pulled the door in behind you and locked it, and dropped the key into your back. 

“You look gorgeous doll,” he said, still in awe at you.

“You clean up well Barnes,” you said, “Let’s get to that wedding.”

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Bucky found himself looking at you with awe whenever you didn’t notice. A lot of the family Bucky once met at his wedding leaned into him saying that his current family was cute and received their blessings. 

He didn’t notice how much the three of you looked like a family until one of Nat’s cousins pointed out that his tie, matched your dress, which matched the flowers on Layla’s dress.

He looked over and saw you, Wanda, Carol, Nebula and Sharon sitting and sharing a drink. He smiled, before he heard someone call out his name, he turned around and saw Natasha, “Can we talk?” 

“What?”

“I wanted to apologize for everything, and I’m glad you found someone who treats you well and loves Lay,” Nat said, motioning to Layla sitting on your lap.

“Thanks Nat,” he responded, sipping on his soda.

“Truce?” She asked.

“Truce.”

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It was well after twelve, and Bucky was dropping you home. Layla was taken to Wanda’s earlier, and Layla was going to spend the night there. You and Bucky had a grand time, you two laughed, shared drinks, shared a few dances, and a few glances here and there. 

You were wrapped up in his suit jacket due to it being colder than you anticipated when you were leaving the hall. “I had fun tonight,” you said, as you walked up the stairs.

“Thank you for coming, I appreciate it,” he said.

“Anything for you,” you said looking at him, you felt the air shift and you didn’t mind.

Both of you leaned in, until your lips were touching and moving in harmony. Your arms found their way behind his neck, and his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You broke away when you needed air. You gave him a sheepish smile, before he pecked your lips again.

“Glad this dress did its job,” you joked.

“You bought this just for me?” He asked, running his fingers along the satin material that was along your waist..

“Of course, I needed to match your tie, for obvious reasons, and I hope it would lead to something like this. Needless to say, it did its job,” you said brushing hair out of his eyes.

“Well, if this dress is for me, I would like to see it on the floor,” he whispered seductively in your ear.

“You better get to work loverboy,” you said, before he picked you up and took you into your house.

[wastelandlovingscenarios]

Love your blog. It’s ✨Immaculate ✨. How would companions (+preston) and anyone you wanna add react around a preferably f!sole that they have a HUGE crush on? For example; what are the little actions or habits they do?

omg, this request made me happy and i enjoyed writing it! i love this so much. thank you for requesting anon, please enjoy! this was probably one of my longest reacts ever written.

anddddd i added sturges and x6 just cause.. i.. love them.. 😶❤️

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Danse:

he’s never had a real crush before and you bet your fucking life that he has no idea how to deal with it. he wouldn’t notice the crush at first and would be completely oblivious to it until he found himself growing strangely flustered at sole whenever they were in his presence. everything they did, from modding power armor to simply just staring at him with their breathtaking features, always pulled the paladin out of reality, making his heart beat in all different directions and forced him to become speechless even if he had a million things to say. upon realizing that he may be harboring feelings much more than friendship for his long term partner, he becomes more attentive and protective towards sole, even if it goes out of his notice. he would find himself taking over her tasks in sanctuary despite her pleas so she can rest a little longer and take a break from all her responsibilities. danse would become more frantic over soles health, often scolding her about the importance of self care whenever he noticed that she was neglecting it and if she refused to listen, then he’d take matters in his own hands. he’d grow abnormally nervous and concerned whenever sole was away without him for too long and would literally run over to her the minute she’d come home, bombarding her with a million questions before his worries could completely subside. deep down, danse knew he wanted to shield sole from the dangers they faced everyday and pry her away from any kind of pain that could be inflicted on her. he figured it was impossible but knew damn well he could at least try, even if it killed him. soon enough, his crush for sole would grow painfully obvious and knew that he’d have to confront her about it when she started picking up signs.

Deacon:

terrified is an understatement. he found himself panicking at the thought of being attached to someone once again and tried to do everything in the book to perish those emotions as quickly as it came. unfortunately for him, no matter how much he pulled away from sole, he always found a way back to her despite his mind screaming at him to escape. god knows he wouldn’t be able to; not with that dammed smile, perfect personality, and smart mouth. now that she was there existing in his mind rent free, there was no turning back no matter how hard he tried. regardless of his newfound feelings, he’d still continue to act normal around sole, often pulling jokes here and there but everytime he’d try to friskilly flirt with them like he used to, his cheeks would go visibly red and his mouth would become dry whenever sole played along with his games. once he accepted the fact that he was in love and ready to move on, he’d spend every waking moment with her, trying to make her laugh whenever they were together just so he could see their smile. even if he tried to stray away from it, he became more affectionate towards sole, often letting his touches touches linger longer than necessary, offering a shoulder to her whenever she needed it, and just being the rock everytime life decided to knock her down. he’d observe sole a lot, noting down whatever she seemed to have interest in and all the details, small or vast, he could capture of her. remember that necklace you wanted when you looked at a run down magazine at a shop? deacons got you covered. feeling sad? he’d be kicking through that door with an armful of fancy lad cakes before sole could shed a tear. he’s more than willing to go out of his way for sole without a second thought just to ensure shes happy and safe in this chaotic world.

Hancock:

hancocks a natural flirt, it’s definitely obvious by now and sole knew it herself since the day she stepped in goodneighbor. if he wasn’t flirting with her, he was often caught flirting with people he found attractive. after a while though, that habit would deteriorate the more he spent time with sole and got to know her better as a person instead of the commonwealth hero. the idea of one night stands and random hook ups didn’t appeal to him so much anymore as he leaned more into the idea of committing to sole and the possibility of what they could be. he’d find that his flirtatious comments would grow more genuine whenever it left his lips and that his actions were much more gentle and affectionate whenever they were together. his once provocative thoughts about her would be replaced with more innocent ones and he’d constantly wondered how her lips would feel against his instead of observing her ass in that vault suit like he normally would. hancock would often give sole pet names, such as sunshine and sweetheart, and would completely abolish the nickname ‘sister’, pushing it away from his vocabulary as time went by. hancock would constantly tease sole with comments or actions, often telling her she’s absolutely beautiful to caressing her face gently just to see the sight of her wide eyed and flushed with his own very eyes. that image of her was definitely a sight for sore eyes- it made his heart swell with love and awe, a feeling he thought he’d never experience in his lifetime. he would give up anything in the commonwealth, even his love for chems, just to be with sole and stay by her side until the end of time.

Maccready:

he’s such a dork and is absolutely head over heels for sole the first time he realizes he has a thing for her. though he doesn’t go over the top to show he admires her or anything, it’s more than enough to display exactly what he feels for her. whenever they’re out on a mission, mac would always try to impress sole with anything he knows he’s capable of doing or exceeding just to catch her attention, even just for a moment. his suave and cocky attitude while doing so would immediately crash down into bits once sole sent him a dazzled grin or displayed her amazement at his skills. he would then become a flustered and anxious mess, stumbling over his sentences as he tried to pull himself together. mac would become more open with her, showing sole his interests excitedly, like his comic book collection, or telling her stories that he’s never told anyone besides lucy. he’d allow her to pry into his private life and is more than willing to have any type of conversation with her regardless of whether it was personal or just small talk. maccready would frequently gape at his companion with a lovestruck smile on his face and a dreamy glint in his eyes, admiring everything about her from her appearance to her personality. even if sole didn’t notice him doing so, others did and boy did he look like a lovesick teenager.

Nick Valentine:

it wouldn’t take nick forever to realize he had fallen in love with sole. though it’d take a while to accept, he’d eventually warm up to the idea, realizing that the more he pushed away from it, the worse the issue would become. after all, there’s no better way to confront a situation than to encounter it first hand. he’s really old school when having a crush on sole, mimicking prewar actions to show that he really cares for her outside of professionalism. nick would open doors for her, give her his coat whenever he caught her shudder, pick flowers from a garden to give to her, and overall just be an absolute gentleman. he’d literally drive ellie insane by talking about sole all the damn time, whether about professional matters or personal ones, and if her name ever slipped his lips one more time, ellie might just grab a book nearby and knock him unconscious just to catch a break. just like hancock, nick would push away the nicknames he usually used for her, such as kid/pal, and would instead replace it with ‘doll’ or ‘sweetheart’ - it seemed much more romantic and meaningful. he wouldn’t hide the fact that he has interest for sole and would make it known that he has intentions, but would never force sole if she wasn’t comfortable. luckily, she was more than comfortable.

Gage:

he would be in major denial with his feelings for sole. gage would assume it’s just a simple infatuation for the overboss and try his best to ignore the feelings that surfaced whenever she was around. there was just no way he was gonna commit to something he was uncertain of. as much as gage denied the truth, he couldn’t avoid the change of behavior that followed after that realization. he found himself defending the overboss more when someone badmouthed or threatened her and would go out of his way to kill them himself if they stepped a little too close for comfort. not for soles comfort - his comfort. whenever someone displayed any signs of affection or interest towards her, his eyes would shoot daggers directly at that person (who eventually backed away, intimidated) and his hands would clutch his rifle until his knuckles turned white. everytime sole felt down and let a few tears slip, he couldn’t bring himself to give her space like he once used to and would instead accompany her, attempting to ease her pain with small comments and a hand on the shoulder. the thought of being the person behind the one in charge soon faded into nothing as he caught himself saving sole more than once from the dangers that dared to meet her in his presence. he got more than few bullets and bruises while doing so and he found that he didn’t mind that at all. he’d let sole be affectionate to him; when she’d lay her head on his shoulder, let her hand brush against his when they were close, or lay a hand on his chest, he’d find himself enjoying it much more than he should and slowly began to crave it more. his previous thoughts of committing to her would switch entirely and he’d realize that maybe being in love for once wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Preston:

he’d come to accept his crush for the general pretty quickly. she was amazing and genuinely kind hearted after all, so there was absolutely no reason why he’d try to pull away from this feeling. prestons a huge sweetheart when it comes to sole, often complimenting the way she looked that day, sending her small comments of appreciation to know he’s grateful for her in his life, and would go as far as leaving them small trinkets hes found on his adventures, telling her that it reminded him of her. whenever sole was brought up into a conversation, he’d feel his ears perk up and he’d immediately butt in, praising her as a person and for all that she’s done for the commonwealth. he wants to make it known that she deserves more than what she is given and that all her deeds do not go unnoticed. everyone noticed the big smile on his face and the proud look in his eyes whenever he speaks about sole to others and would laugh at his joyful tone as he continued on. it’s almost identical to a child talking about their favorite toy on a show and tell event. he tries to give her the life she deserves by showing little acts of appreciation; leaving an extra box of dandy apples near her bedside so she had something to snack on, sparing a few extra caps to buy her a drink whenever they were out and about, and even cleaning up her room whenever he had the time to do so. in the end, everyone knew that sole had preston wrapped around her finger and anything she needed or desired, he was more than willing to make it happen to the best of his abilities.

Sturges:

sturges hesitates at first, believing that he’s nothing special compared to sole. it would take him a billion years before sole could actually look at him the way he looked at her, but comes to the conclusion that it wouldn’t hurt to try and pursue her. just like nick, sturges is an absolute gentleman to his core but shows it with different actions. instead of picking flowers and opening doors for sole, he’d focus on doing things that could benefit her in the long run. he’d mod whatever weapons or armor she left behind, ensuring that sole had the best of the best while venturing the wastelands and would try to upgrade her living space, adding anything that he knew would put sole more at ease whenever she came home. he would also guarantee there was an extra plate of freshly cooked food and a drink waiting for sole on her kitchen counter in case they decided to come home that night. before sole would go back out in the wasteland, he’d pack a special bag full of stimpacks, rad x, radaway, modified weapons, and other useful things she might need on her adventures, sending her away with a soft smile and a simple, “get home safe.” besides his actions, sturges would try to converse with sole more whenever he found the time to and find any excuse, even if ridiculous, to spend time with her, disregarding any plans he had that day.

X6:

the crush is absolutely foreign to him. he wouldn’t be able to utterly process the feeling at first, confused whether his systems were malfunctioning or not but would notice that his behavior would be drastically changing the more he walked the wastelands with her. he’d catch himself staring at sole longer than necessary, observing her features while she was distracted and allowed it to engrave every single part of his perplexed mind. he’d talk less, unconsciously taking in sole’s voice whenever they spoke and letting that melodious sound replay in his head for an unhealthy amount of time. with this new crush came new emotions he was never programmed to experience - fear, worry, happiness and relief. the strange thing was, it would only rise around her. whenever she was hurt or away, he felt fear and concern, whenever she was laughing and smiling, he felt a sense of happiness and the minute she’d come home from a dangerous part of a mission, he’d feel a wave of relief. he yearned to know more about her outside of professionalism, asking questions about her personal life and interests as he became more curious. as sole opened up more to him and let him see the better side of her - the one that was playful and was full of smiles and laughter - he’d feel the strong heartbeat bang against his chest for the first time in his life. once he realized he had it bad for sole, he was too far into the rabbit hole to ever turn back.