#love to see a thing right when u need it.. the city provides

[loverboybitch]

“take a deep breath there is hope in the air.”.//.

[vrachis]

💭 thinking about … ; rough sex with sanhua !

— } imo i feel like sanhua like being eaten out a lot if u ask her to

— } supporting that point, i like to think she’s very sensitive down there so when u eat her out like there’s no tomorrow she’ll be letting out quiet cries and squirming in her place 🥺

— } since she serves jihnsi a lot and carries out tasks given to her by the magistrate, she basically has no time whatsoever to find relief yk :/

— } and ofc its ur duty as her lover to make sure she gets the proper amount of rest bcs!!! who would want to see such a pretty woman in such a bad state :(

— } so when u personally order her to request a break when jihnsi comes back to jinzhou, she thinks its so so selfish of you to ask her to do that, let alone she’s asking her boss; the magistrate of jinzhou, to give her a break????

— } girlie freaks out when u tell her bcs nuh uh her ass is stubborn and will NOT, i tell u she WONT ever leave her lady’s side especially now with the amount of tacet fields randomly spawning in all sorts of locations and she’s gotta deal with those 💀

— } however u reason out with her, telling her she’s gotta take a break bcs self care is key if u wanna take care of the person u wanna protect!!!

— } she agrees that ig u do have a point but the best she can do is go off for a day or two 💀😭👎

— } i mean thats good enough for a break right??? 😭😭😭 she does agree to this UNLESS jihnsi actually needs her in for work bcs god forbid the things u might say if u ever stumble into the city hall 💀💀💀

— } jokes aside tho you’ll tell her that you will make it up to her and provide her with the stress relief she needs!!!!

— } it’ll start as a usual morning for her getting prepared to go to the city hall to supervise jinhsi, and she’s all dressed up in that outfit (that makes u want to bend her over then and there)

— } so fuck it, since it’s still so damn early, why not have this time to give your lover some good luck and appreciation?? woman needs to be showered in praises and loving 🥺🙈

“darling, w-wait-“

you shush her when you push two digits in her mouth, your fingers mingling with her tongue as they get coated with her saliva.

“shh, let me wish you good luck before you go, alright? so stay still and take it.”

as your hips slowly still against her ass, you take the opportunity to press sloppy kisses against her cheek, and your hands making work to roam all around her curvaceous body. your other hand slips through her top (with easy access due to her having no sleeves lol) and toy with her tit, fondling her breast and making sure to give her nipple some attention too.

you can hear sanhua’s breath deepen as you do your ministrations. with some of the foreplay done, your hips pull back and snap against her.

the sudden thrust has sanhua letting out a loud mewl. her hands scramble to grip at the wall, hand steadying themselves to avoid herself from being thrown forward. her legs shake and you feel her become wetter; if the copious amount of slick dripping down her thighs was anything to pass by.

“ngh…”

sanhua lets out a series of moans as you continue to snap your hips against her, the tip of the dildo inside her grazing against the spots she didn’t know had existed. she think this is so undignified, but she can’t help but want more when you make her feel so good. the knot in her belly make her feel funny, and she feels as if she’s going to make a big mess. she turns to you, wetness glazing her eyes as she gazes at you to see lust painted on your expression.

“gonna… make a mess! please, please—“

sanhua doesn’t know what she’s even begging for when that coil snaps and she’s gushing her juices out when you hilt inside her and hit her cervix.

your eyes go wide in excitement when the ever so composed bodyguard of the magistrate jinhsi, makes a fucking mess and comes all over your strap. you had other ideas in mind when you wanted her to take a break but now, you surely have other ideas now.

“how’s that for good luck? surely you’d come back wanting more right?” you coo against her ear when you loom over her back and hold her close. “don’t worry, i’ll make you feel real good, darling.”

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of May. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) My Heart's In Overdrive, And You're Behind The Steering Wheel | Explicit | 1,649 words

Being late to class means Harry and Louis have to pose together for figure drawings. That being said, the hate each other, but maybe they don't?

2) It's A Question Of Lust, It's A Question Of Trust | Explicit | 2,258 words

Louis is shaken up after being assaulted at the barricade in Panama City and feels guilty, he can't get it out of his head. Harry knows what he needs to escape the worry. Harry steps over, speaking quietly into his ear. "Good boy, doing as I asked." He looks beautiful, his skin golden, dark nipples puckered, his cock starting to get hard. His breath already ragged. "Not that you always do, eh?" "Sir?" His blue eyes stare at Harry, nervous, uncertain. "Letting those tarts fondle and grope you after each show. When you know you belong to me."

3) If Walls Could Talk | Explicit | 2,394 words

Louis is waiting backstage for Harry after his second show in Coventry. It's their last night together before Louis leaves for his own tour. Harry's mission for the evening is to worship Louis' body and make him see himself through Harry's eyes.

4) In An Octopus's Garden With You | General Audiances | 4,682 words

Autistic alpha Harry, a teacher, spends an overwhelming day on a field trip to the aquarium. Luckily, his omega, Louis, knows just what he needs.

5) I Didn't Have To Search Cuz I Still Know Your Number| Explicit | 5,161 words

As Louis approaches the front of the old flat he sees a light on upstairs in what used to be their master bedroom. A memory flicks through Louis’ mind of Louis spread open on the duvet with Harry between his legs nipping and sucking on his hole while Louis whimpered and writhed, clutching the sheets and moaning out Harry’s name. Louis looks down to see his dick at half mass and sighs. Louis flicks the butt of the cigarette to the ground and pulls his phone back out of his pocket. He exits the Uber app and pulls up his contacts, scrolling down to the H’s until he lands upon Harry’s name in his phone. He pulls up their messages and sees the last time they talked was right after the break up all those years ago. Louis begins to type out a message to Harry, hoping he hasn't changed his number. Louis: U up? (sent at 1:14am)

6) You Have Me | Not Rated | 5,529 words

Louis is escaping his mundane reality, avoiding his fiancée, and going to an anonymous hook up party in the woods. When the mysterious stranger who has been eyeing him all night asks him to come back to his tent, Louis is game for anything. He doesn’t know that he’s going to get an offer he can’t refuse.

7) All My Life | Not Rated | 5,553 words

The four times Harry tries to propose and the one time he gets it right (or does he?)

8) Limping In The Limelight | Explicit | 5,832 words

Harry breaks his accessory navicular during a concert in Birmingham in 2015.

9) I Like to Watch | Explicit | 9,287 words

If there’s one thing Harry loves, it’s watching his husband Louis get fucked by other men. After picking up a lad called Zayn who is baffled by this concept, the three men are in for a wild night.

10) House Husband | Mature | 11,853 words

Louis and Harry are happily married with two beautiful kids. Harry is a lawyer who provides for his family and Louis is his sassy house husband. This is a week in their life.

11) For A Sushi Restaurant | Explicit | 13,345 words

And yet, in the depth of the sea, where water started to go from that sky blue to the dark petrol blue, almost black, of the unknown, creatures moved, ready to attack at a moment’s notice, sleek tails and pale, blueish skin helping them with mimesis. Or, cecaelia Harry and human Louis.

12) Peaches And Soft Myth | Explicit | 36,192 words

“Greta kissed me,” he said at last. It wasn’t the main issue, but it was a start. Louis’ smile was radiant. Eyes sparkling with genuine happiness. Harry’s stomach felt a little funny, wishing he could feel as happy as the cheerleader. "Oh, my god? We did it! I’m a genius ! Was it long? Slow and sensual, full of lust and passion, tongues intertwined—" he gasped. “Did she tremble in your arms?” He hugged himself. “That’s not—” “No one believes me when I say I am a good matchmaker. They are always like, ‘Oh Louis, you have the worst eye for couples and men. You always miss the real connections.’ Who missed now? Not me. Nuh-hu, I saw the potential. Your grumpy attitude did not deter me. I'm probably the greatest matchmaker on campus. Don’t you think?” Louis’ smile faltered. “Wait… why do you look as if you were about to throw up?” “She told me her roommate leaves for a few days after spring break. She invited me to her dorm room.” “Okay?” Louis said slowly. “Am I missing something? Is it about clothes? Because I can totally find something—” Harry scrubbed a hand over his face. “It’s not about that.” “Then what?” “I…” Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m a virgin.”

13) The Maddest Obsession | Explicit | 100,974 words

One fears the dark. One rules it. Harry Styles, the dangerous mob enforcer, finds himself entangled with Louis, the strong-willed mafia-princess. As they navigate the treacherous underworld of New York, their forbidden love sparks a deadly game of loyalty, betrayal, and passion. Will their devotion to each other overcome the chaos surrounding them, or will their love be their downfall?

14) At Our Seams | Explicit | 185,290 words

Newly mated and happily engaged Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson, are moving into a new phase of their lives. Together, their world felt complete. However, the world beyond their bubble has been strung into chaos. Political strife is raiding the streets and oppressive policies are being enacted everyday. Louis is desperate for something to change, to finally set the record straight for omegas and non-soulmate children everywhere. Harry is determined to keep his mate safe, even if it goes against Louis’ wishes. Unfortunately, he can’t control everything, and things quickly fall out of his hands. Who’s this new alpha who’s entered the beloved couple’s life, giving Louis another purpose Harry hadn’t been expecting? What happens when the soulmates don’t exactly see eye to eye? Will the protective alpha get his wishes, or will he concede to his cherished but oh, so stubborn omega? How strong are the seams that bind? Only time will tell.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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[hwajin]

#! — ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴋᴢ

genre: fluff

pairing: skz x gn!reader

note: i'm so hyped for christmas and i LOVE the time right before the holidays so here's a couple headcanons for the season jfjejdne, enjoy and happy holidays to everyone celebrating and a warm and cozy time to everyone who isn't <3

ᴄʜᴀɴ

sir makes an advent calender for you for sure 😩😩. like he doesn't buy one, he goes the extra mile and gets an idea to make 24 special presents for you HIMSELF (all of them rather small becasue he doesn't want them to overshine the main present on christmas eve, yet thoughtful enough for you to absolutely MELT at the fact he put so much effort into a seemingly irrelevant thing such as an advent calender???). honestly, in general, pre christmas and winter time, december all throughout january, is SO incredibly soft with this man. cuddles all the way, if not in bed cuz he has to work then on his lap WHILE he's working fr. both of you in hoodies of his, both of you in fluffy socks that keep you warm. you dozing off at some point, him giggling about it and taking a pic to keep the memory, and it's just all so warm and soft and cuddly :(((

ᴍɪɴʜᴏ

COOKS SO MUCH FOR YOU 😩😩. like he's in charge for christmas dinner so he needs to run some test meals and it's convenient that you're there cuz you can just taste test everything <33. is so sweet when he runs up to you with a hot spoon in his hand and tells you to blow first before digging in. in general the whole of december is very sweet with him but on a very lowkey level. he wouldn't go all in with being overly romantic, wouldn't die to visit winter markets with you — but seeing how much you like the sparkling lights that illuminate the city and how much joy it brings you to stroll around, kicking the snow beneath your feet, he can't help it and sees himself wishing to go out for yet another walk in the cold with you. oh and you can BET there's gonna be endless snowball fights. like endless. lino'd definitely keep track of who won last time and either is trying to get a revenge or would egg you on to get back at him. really just for the fun of it, he loves sillying around with you whenever you step foot into the snow <3.

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴ

ice skating dates allll the way, and winter market strolls!! boy is definitely a sucker for everything sweet and romantic around christmas and is so soft with you throughout all of december (he is always, but when the temperatures are cold it feels like he's this much more drawn to you, searching for warmth in your embrace and providing you with a warming body as well). and he eats SO much with you omg!!! like when you remind him of dieting or healthy eating man's is JUDGING YOU SO HARD cuz when else would you be able to go to a winter market when the snow is falling and order some chocolate covered fruits and roasted almonds and drink mulled wine and get all comfy and tired and sleepy together and end up sharing drunken kisses on your way home??? like that is a ONCE in a life time experience and he will throw every principle of healthy eating out the window if it means munching and sipping stuff in your company <333.

ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

SO IN LOVE WITH CHRISTMAS R U KIDDING. christmas time and especially pre christmas time is the very best with him. when you wake up to see it snowing — mind you, especially if it's the first ever snow this year — he will get so sappy and romantic and be all like 'we're soulmates now cuz we saw the first snow together' and he'll stay cuddling you for a while longer SUFFOCATING YOU before begging to go out with him to feel the falling snow on his face and hands. will also ADORE visiting winter markets with you, having some wintery food like roasted almonds and mulled wine which he gets so sleepy from. like he loves watching ppl being happy and winter markets give him the perfect view for it — most importantly loves seeing you happy tho, and the smile you have painted on your face while strolling around with him is unbeatable. also fucking loves to simply cuddle up at home with just the two of you alone and unbothered, not necessarily watching a movie even, but simply sitting and being warm together. like that's all he needs to be happy fr.

ᴊɪsᴜɴɢ

i feel like boy loves mulled wine so much you'd have to carry him home because he never learns and drinks WAY too fucking much because it's so tasty and ends up barely able to stand up straight. also just very loves all the snacks and cookies and sweets around the holidays, like will buy so much ginger bread it's crazy you'll end up eating it up until like february. OH AND GINGER BREAD HOUSE COMPETITIONS !!!! like he'd see it on tiktok at some point, people competing in building ginger bread houses and he simply NEEDS to know who'd win between the two of you. you'd blast some christmas playlist — not before going to shop for the ingrediants together and probably forgetting a couple because you just can't coordinate — and you'd set a timer to add a bit to the competition feeling. hanji SINGS his lungs out on every single christmas song, tries outsinging mariah carey and at some point you can't help but ask him to tone it down because your ears — as good of a singer as he is — can only take this much.

ғᴇʟɪx

BAKING DATES. LOTS OF THEM. like he loves baking normally anyways but doesn't want to overdo it if there's no occassion, but winter calls for baking millions of cookies on end and handing them out to every single friend he has (and their families, he just loves spoiling people). and he finds it so cute when the two of you get to bake together, like especially if you're normally not a big baker he LOVES kinda teaching and guiding you on what to do. every baking session would end up kinda messily because of mysterious reasons (you claim tho that it's never your fault the cookies look a bit ugly or are way sweeter than they should be), but despite that both you and him can laugh about it, enjoying that not everything has to go perfect for the both of you to have fun. is definitely a fan of winter markets, mentions WAY too often that it's WAY too cold tho so he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling up on the sofa with classic christmas movies and being all fuzzy and warm and soft <33.

sᴇᴜɴɢᴍɪɴ

is such a perfectionist when decorating the house OMG. you'd go decoration shopping with him, setting on a vibe and theme before spending WAY too much money and ending up only using like half the stuff anyways. and tho he has to say a LOT about where certain stuff should be hanging it's nevertheless so much fun to spend the time with him, getting your own four walls looking as pretty and wintery as ever. he'd be teasing you so much for no good reason other than to annoy you (and because he loves how much you always react to it), like messing with the christmas ball you want to hang up on the tree, or putting sparkly garlands around your neck, or suddenly coming up to you and planting a kiss right to your lips and watching you get incredibly flustered. omg and singing christmas songs with him??? or like, listening to him sing more than you singing yourself, but whenever a classic plays on the radio he hums with it and it warms your heart so so much you melt into a small puddle upon his voice filling the warm home.

ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

no cuz boy is so soft throughout winter :(((. i know he plans your present months prior so he's all set for WEEKS simply to not stress over gifts, especially for you. puts lots of thought into the present as well, important to get you something meaningful that you'd be able to remember him by. the moment the first snow falls he's DRAGGING you outside with him, having snowball fights and building snowpeople and tackling you onto the ground to make snow angels <33. OMG and do y'all know those snow duck presses??? the ones where you put some snow in between and press together and a snow duck appears??? he'd have ordered it early enough to be SO prepared to use it when there's enough snow outside, making a whole army of little snow ducks and taking pics of them with you and him in front <333.

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[1eoness]

hi! could i request something fluffy? maybe leon spoiling reader with some meal, or cuddles? thanks! ❤️

mentioning meals I AM THE REMINDER TO GO GET A SNACK AND REJUVENATE

and yes ofc i love writing fluffy fluffy hehehehe (im kind of uncreative rn so sorry). btw i'm writing this in the same format as the other one but if you want it to be more structured and narrative just uh tell me LOL

content : fluffy leon kennedy x gender neutral!reader (it's written in second person though). pet names lol

synopsis : leon wants to spoil you so he's feeding you and providing you with an army's ware of cuddles >:)

-food is fuel and leon is a fucking engine

-tbh i hc that leon has a big appetite for sweet stuff,,,, i'm sure a big collective of ppl agree bc he's so squishy squishy [what the fuck am i saying idk]

-anyway enough about me gushing on leon.

-YOU. when will you ever take the time to let him spoil you? are you trying to avoid him?:((

-leon is part kidding. he's not mad ofc but sometimes he can't help but get a tiny bit worried about you sometimes.

-see, leon is a firm believer that a person cannot come to their best senses unless their basic/psychological needs are fulfilled. that includes things like eating, or affection—because when your body senses that you're lacking in something, it will use your brain power to signal you that you need to eat or be smothered with affection! hence you can end up feeling burnt out if u dont pay attention to ur love vitals!! >:(

-leon's mindset will always be applied on you because you're his second heart, you're his tough rock and you need to be taken care of!!

-HE KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE THINKING "affection? that's absurd people can still learn attentively and work efficiently without having to be coddled >:(" while yes in a sense its true—but sometimes you just don't realize that what you need is some time to be vulnerable and intimate, which can explain why your emotions feel a lot more heightened recently than usual (which he notices by the way). you've been tense for a while, and leon reasons that you can't just 'move on' from being overwhelmed with work stress and whatnot—you have to relieve it! but enough about theory.

-your hunger for food or affection is like a 7th sense to leon to be honest. while it's not an accurate intuition everytime, he's bound to think of you once every like two minutes.

-leon actually has very clear and high critical thinking skills. this means he is able to remember a lot of things about you even if he only notices them or you mention it once: this includes your comfort drink, where you like to be touched, hell maybe even the MBTI of your favorite character. and he ESPECIALLY knows what food you like. pad thai, sushi, oxtail, jerk chicken, cake, boba, YOU NAME IT HE KNOWS IF YOU LOVE IT OR NOT

-so when it actually came to asking you what you wanted, he'd send a text saying he's downtown and asking you 'what would you like, baby?'. he's careful with his words and doesn't say "do you want me to get you something on the way?" because it means he's giving you a choice >:( when the whole point is to spoil you because you deserve it.

-and if you answer with something vague like 'anything' HE DOESN'T MAKE YOU SPEAK FURTHER he'll just buy what he knows u like and keep the rest in the fridge if you dont wanna eat it :3 well that's what they're for, right?

"oh, my sweet.." his voice was quaint at the sight of you. leon tried his best to be silent when he entered the room, not wanting to sound like he was pitying you, but seeing you half-covered with comforters, mildly upset and your mind in a frazzle has his heart dropping a bit. you were probably thinking about so many things: meeting some deadlines, picking up this and that from the store, computing this... but you just couldn't organize your thoughts. but that's why leon was here.

your head moved to swivel his direction. "leon.." you smile at him weakly.

it was cold in the city tonight. leon places a hefty white plastic bag of your favorite on the nearby surface before he sits down in front of you from the edge of your bed. he takes the brief second of studying his lover's face before he pulls you into a comforting and warm hug. he can't help but pat the back of his sweet baby's head down, and you feel his lips barely nuzzle onto your ear as he mutters. "y're so good to me, baby. you know that?" leon reminds you before kissing the side of your head shortly. you tried to reciprocate it by giving him a nimble kiss on his cheek, which he gratefully accepts with an eager beam on his lips.

his hands slide down your arms in a soft stroke as he lets go of you gently. the rustling of the bed's layers being heard as leon moves a bit to reach for the hefty boxes of food, which he opens for you once he gives you take your utensil/s. leon's happy seeing you eat. it's a form of reassurance to him personally witnessing you getting the fill you deserve after a whole few days of being so busy and rushing everywhere. it's a calming sense to him as you both soak in comfortable silence while he watches you eat. he was caring less that it's 2 in the morning and caring more about the way the color on your face slowly vibrates back onto your features. you seem less tired, just by a tad percentage. it makes him smile to himself knowing he was able to take care of you. " 'm finished." you mumbled with a hum, feeling a little full and having to lie down. fullness makes you sleepy (and leon knows that!) so he has a subtle, cheeky little grin as he leans over and collects your legs with one arm, pulling you to make you lie on your back. he crawls over to lie down next to you, once again pulling you close to him while he wraps his arms around you— one patting and planted gently on your back while the other cradles your head close to his heart. just where you belong... "you tired, baby?" leon asked shortly and your little nod sufficed. his cheek gently rests against the side of the crown of your head. his touch is soft, it's sweet as he rubs and scratches down your back gently. he gently scruffles at your scalp with his other hand's fingertips, and the motions will send you to a hopefully revitalizing sleep ♡. he places a kiss on the top of your head, like a ribbon keeping its gift from falling apart :( he knows at this moment maybe you're thinking you don't deserve him. but that's so far from the truth.

[bl4nk-pag3]

— Dream in a dream.

synopsis: you loved the sea, you loved the beach, you loved the feeling of the sun in your skin. but you don't really have idea of what true love really means.

pairing: merman!gunwook × gn!reader

warnings: mentions of the beach, anxiety, insomnia, fear of deep sea, and it's implied that gunwook is a shark merman, but nothing explicit.

word count: 1.6k

a/u: if it feels that there's many openings, it's because there are hehe, I'm really considering turning this into a series, so I wanted to make it easy for me in the future... But let me know if you guys wanna see more of them! And if you want to read this while listening to something, I would recommend desert and time leap, both by onlyoneof!

The wind against your face was certainly pleasant, in a way few things in your life were anyway.

Summer vacation would always be your favorite part of the year no matter what happened in the intercourse, because being at that time of year meant you could see the sea, and only you could explain how much you missed it every time you were in the city looking out the window of any large building, looking out over the metropolis and just being able to imagine what it would be like to feel your feet in the sand and the smell of the salty air invading your nostrils.

Now it wasn't just his imagination playing tricks on you, sending shivers all over your skin just by think of the water pressing down on your body in such a comforting way. No, it was there, right in front of you, in its immensity just staring back, as if welcome you in a familiar way.

Smirking, a sigh escaped from your lips, clutching your bag of painting supplies before finally making your way back to the low stones with your goal more in focus after all the philosophical detox.

It was peculiar that the beach was so quiet for the time of year, but in as remote a part as your parents always stayed, and with it being so early in the morning, it wasn't all that unusual for just you and a few ladies to be taking walks along the shore, even that you were sure that they would not venture into the rocks and natural caves like you. Not that you would judge any old lady who did, it was just a preference for being alone and secluded when you were in such an intimate moment with your paintings.

You had already started a few paintings the night before. With inspiration running like a marathon through your veins, it was simply impossible to lay still and just let it go. But nothing would ever compare to painting the sea with it in front of you.

Sliding down the rocks carefully so as not to get hurt, you soon managed to face your private paradise.

It was a rocky cavern with its great mouth open to the sea, and with it high and calm as it was, you could already feel the small waves touching your fingertips almost tickling. When looking deeper into the cave, it was possible to notice that it was not so dark, having several skylights along it that illuminated it completely from the inside, making some beautiful effects against the stones full of salt that sparkled with the weak morning sun making the entire Completely aesthetically pleasing place for someone like you to just enjoy.

Going deeper into the cave without needing a flashlight due to the light that the natural windows provided, it didn't take long to reach your favorite part: the natural pool of salt water at the back.

Looking at it was a little frightening and you couldn't deny it to yourself, it was dark and deep, but no amount of fear could stop you from sitting so close to its edge, caressing the water that was as deep blue as the sky at night, and as starry as such, sparkling with not only the crystalline formations it had within it, but also reflecting all around it that shone like precious stones.

You took out the paintings you had started the night before and left them resting beside you, soon taking out your materials and canvases as well until the bag was completely empty, which you folded and set aside, giving you room to start painting with nothing to disturb you. Raising your head to look around, you thought you should start with the pool, but it seemed a waste to paint so early when you could wait for the sun to go down a bit and get all that orange glow in contrast. Then you turned your back, facing the open sea and the mouth of the cave, and it was a sight almost as beautiful to paint.

Time passed differently when you were painting, even more so in a place you loved so much since you were a little toddler. It was as if being there consumed the minutes and hours faster than any other activity, and even though it was your passion and noticing anything beyond the brush strokes was difficult, ignoring your stomach was impossible.

Lifting your gaze from the half-painted canvas to the entrance, you could see by the position of the sun that a good two hours had already passed, which made you understand the hunger. Turning to where you'd left your purse, you momentarily focused on something that wasn't there before... Or rather, someone.

It should have been strange enough for another person to enter the cave without you noticing, but what was even stranger was that the boy was in the pool, completely wet and holding yout painting like it was the most precious thing he had ever put his eyes on.

The sight was peculiar to say the least, but you allowed yourself to stare it for a second, tilting your head to the side and noticing the raven-black hair, the naturally tanned skin, and plump yet extremely mature features, the pout in his lips when looking at the painting seemed to just belong there, as if it were a custom of the unknown boy... But the most particular was certainly further down, right on his throat, something that if you weren't too crazy, for sure were gills.

Approaching almost unconsciously, you had never been so grateful for someone being so absent-minded as not to notice your presence, after all, getting close like that, you could see that the side of his face seemed not as more natural as before, but full of scales... And before you could look any further, your vision was exchanged for a pair of dark, round eyes that seemed to peer deep into your soul.

— You did this? — The huge pupils focused on yourself, for a moment, contracted, forming just a small line amidst an ocean of yellow that he carried in his irises, only to dilate again showing that his eyes were not dark and round as you initially believed.

Without any courage to pull away, or strength to do so, you just nodded your head weakly, almost feeling like you could pass out right there with so much confusion you felt. And despite fear being a present feeling there, seeing the gummy smile in your direction made a certain pride burn inside your chest, making you mimic the action of the other strange being in front of you.

— I've never seen such a thing... It's beautiful... Really beautiful... — He would turn the painting only to turn his head with it, and again turn it the other way, following it as if it would somehow change the content inside the paiting or his view of art, which was even cuter than could you describe.

— You can keep it, if you so desire... It's impermeable — What else could you say to the half-fish boy in front of you? Go away and take the painting he had loved so much? That wasn't like you, no matter how strange it was, you were still a kind and benevolent soul, it didn't hurt to give him a treat.

The smile the boy gave in your direction was almost disorienting, making you lose yourself for a few seconds even in what you had said, wondering if he would smile that way with any art, because to have that smile for yourself? You could give him all the paintings in the world.

— I can?! But what is imper... Imper... Mea?

His clear confusion seemed comical to you, after all who would live so close to water and not know what impermeable is? But you couldn't judge, if he was really there and it wasn't a hallucination in your head... He could only be a Triton, and even if that didn't explain anything, it still explained something.

— It means that water can't destroy it... But you can only keep it if you tell me your name. — You tried hard not to let the smile on your face look intimidating, but it was hard to control your own thoughts about having someone like him in your acquaintance, all to yourself, something you wouldn't tell anyone out of sheer selfishness and a willingness to get on with that secret forever.

The merman was silent for a few seconds, as if he had been caught off guard, watching you for a few moments and then returning to the painting, pressing his lips firmly together as if questioning whether that was the right thing to do.

— Do you promise that you will not tell my father about this? — That question really took you by surprise, making you laugh for a moment only to receive a scolding look that made the laugh stay on your throat, just nodding firmly. And only after that confirmation did the boy's heart seem to lighten, as if you had automatically become the most trustworthy person in the world. — Kim Gunwook, Prince of the East Sea, son of King Kim.

He said it with such pride that you could hardly take it seriously, Gunwook was genuinely adorable and you seriously questioned whether you had completely lost your sanity by treating it so matter-of-factly... You couldn't even be talking to a prince that casually and finding him cute? That didn't seem right, but neither did his existence, if you were being honest.

— It's a pleasure... Gunwook.

[bardicbeetle]

in the dirt in the dark - #4

What are you going to do now?

If your clothes weren’t already ruined from the dirt and the rain and the blood and the sharp wood of your coffin, they are certainly ruined now. Dust and blood that isn’t yours and torn open in places from climbing out through the shattered front window of the car belonging to the stranger you killed.

You didn’t kill anyone.

You did though, you did, you remember pulling the wheel off to the side, the violent swerve of the car as you guided it straight off the road. Crunching metal and shattering glass, and screaming. He was definitely screaming.

You didn’t kill him, he was already bleeding to death, you didn’t—

What does it even matter.

You caused the crash.

Still.

He hit you first.

Turnabout is fair play.

Murder isn’t.

It’s not murder, don’t be melodramatic.

It’s…

…

Breakfast.

The thought doesn’t turn your stomach like you think it should.

Very little is happening the way you think it should at the moment.

So you just keep walking. Sparse streetlights. The ocassional house. You don’t stop. You’re more than a little afraid of what might happen if you do. So why push your luck. Keep walking. Look for a highway sign and hope you recognize it.

How is it you can get hit by a car and barely feel it, but walking is making your feet ache?

What is your plan once you know where you are?

Go home?

Your apartment, your friends, your family—

Fuck.

You haven’t actually taken time to think since accepting you are not asleep. To actually think about the implications of waking up in the ground. About clawing your way from the earth. You… you were dead. You must have been dead. You…are? Actually dead? Walking and talking and breathing when you remember to, and bleeding when you’re cut, and… and still no heartbeat.

You are as dead as the dirt you crawled out of.

Which is to say, not very, but you sure do exhibit all the signs.

Oh, and you can drink blood, you want to drink blood. That’s also a thing you’re experiencing.

No, it’s not.

Right. And you didn’t kill a man earlier for hitting you with his car.

What are you going to do when you see the people who love you?

Did they bury you?

Did someone else?

Do they even know you’re gone?

How long have you been gone?

What is the last thing you remember?

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Fuzz and television static and pure dark.

Don’t bother.

You won’t find any answers there.

Keep walking.

You’re in town proper now. Town? City? You’ve always felt like the cities here are too small to really justify calling them such. You think you recognize a few buildings and then—ah, yes, there’s no mistaking the gold-capped white and sprawling lawn of the state house. You’re in the capitol.

Bienvenue! Welcome to Montpelier. You picture the little welcome sign on the interstate.

Okay, that’s a start.

Not exactly close, but it’s a start. You’ll need a car or a bus or even a bike if you want to get home proper. But maybe you can use the library here to call someone in the morning, have them come get you.

And then you can get them.

No.

You won’t be entertaining that particular thought process.

You need somewhere to sleep. Just to pass the time, as you aren’t exactly tired. Yes, your feet ache and your legs are doing that fun tingly-warm-itchy thing they do when you walk for a long time (how are they doing that? How is any of your circulatory system working right now?) but you are painfully awake and aware.

Still.

Sleeping will pass the time until it’s a reasonable hour, and then you can go to the library, use their phone, call one of your friends and get a ride back to your apartment. Provided nobody knows you’re dead. There had been no name, no dates, no flowers on the grave. Nobody must know. So nobody will be shocked when you come back.

Right?

Right.

You’ve never been so glad for New England’s habit of a church on every corner, and some of them have two. The first few are locked, or maybe the doors are just really heavy. You’ve never tried to open the giant doors. Usually there’s a side door for people to enter during services (not that you’ve been to a church service other than a funeral and a wedding or two since childhood) or else the giant ones are propped open. Or sometimes, your favorite, there is a smaller door cut into the larger doors—which do not actually open—and the smaller door is the functional part. The rest is all for aesthetics.

Anyways.

You find a church with an open door.

A breath gives you incense and dust and oiled wood. The flowers hanging off every pillar must be fake then. It’s dark—as dark as anything else is to you right now, which is not particularly dark at all—and quiet inside, your footsteps echoing off stained glass and high ceilings.

You don’t hear anything except your footsteps.

No breathing.

No movement.

Do churches really do this?

Leave doors open in the night.

…What would someone even steal from a church anyways?

You make your way up to the little loft above the altar—if you rack your brain you think you remember that being where the choir stands. There is carpet up here instead of stone tile, and you’d rather sleep on something pretending to be soft. You do manage it, in a more tangible way than you ever managed in the coffin. You drift right off to dreamless sleep, in your ruined clothes, on the floor of this church. No blanket, no pillow. Just carpet and cloth.

You don’t dream.

A part of you is still naively hoping that this is the dream, and you will wake up in bed, with a heartbeat, with lungs that draw breath without telling them to. You’re not quite ready to abandon that shred of hope.

At least until the morning comes.

And come it does.

@flyingbananasaur / @vampireposter / @gewhanaa / @abalonetea / @leopardsnake-stories / @captain-kraken

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[versadies]

hi dan!!

hope you're doing well. i got added to the evermore taglist some time ago but i've been following the series for a while now. i honestly need to get better at reblogging/commenting on my fave creators works. . .but i wanted to share some of my thoughts on evermore! usually anything that involves exes and past feelings and a heck-ton-of-angst is not my thing. . .but after my sibling introduced me to your series, i got really invested. we would discuss theories and speculate abt what caused ayato to break up w yn. actually no. we'd just trash talk him (LOL)!! i enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) the slice-of-life kinda parts in evermore, esp. when y/n tours around the city and gets to enjoy the mondstat scenery. it was comforting to read and your writing gives off this very pleasant vibe similar to a handwritten letter.

the evermore plot twist shocked me a lot! jean being diluc's fiancé was smth i expected (bc there is no such thing as a smooth road for y/n and relationships @-@) yet didn't. but. . .i also didn't want y/n to end up diluc or even ayato after reconciling w him. y/n has to find happiness alone first. which sounds contradictory,,but it seems like bad news to find a new love at your ex's wedding XD (???). diluc also gave me sm mixed signals, but he clearly does like y/n. this is all opinion soooooo hopefully i don't get thrown into the dadaupa gorge!!

i hope u continue writing and don't get discouraged by the mixed reactions to the plot twist and anything else u might have in mind for evermore and other works!! it's ur story and ur story alone so only u can tell it!! it's incredibly brave to share anything u write w the world. u interact w us a lot and provide such a good content!! we'll (your pen pals) will be waiting patiently for any updates and will be grateful for anything u post, me included.

thank u dan !

TLDR: i'll support evermore til the end. <3

im at a loss for words 🥹🥹🥹 i gotta thank your sibling for recommending you evermore, they got good taste /hj 🤪🤪🤪 i love how its universal for readers of evermore to trash talk ayato (/j) — im glad you enjoy the slice of life parts of this series; ngl i think youre the first person to mention about that unless my memory’s cranking 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ im also flattered and happy that you think my writing is somewhat like a handwritten letter — esp since my blog theme is letters :DDD

you’re very right ab how there is no such thing as y/n and smooth relationships, they fr need a break ✋😭😭😭 youre also right about them finding happiness alone !! that’s exactly why i decided to make diluc taken (+ wouldnt it be weird to instantly have them together after a 1 week trip???) — as for your mixed signals about diluc,,, who knows,,, maybe there’s a reason for everything 🤫🤫🤫

dw comrade, ill still continue writing and keeping all of my ideas for evermore :>> your kind words def made me more motivated to write and it made me so happy to see your supportive words and your support 💖💖💖 ill continue to try my best with evermore and future fics, ty again comrade <333

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Erika and Axlan yelling at the reader for not joining the church

The reader who has been providing medical care and supplies to those in the village who need it for months and is one of the only things keeping some of the townsfolks business's alive with there purchases.

To me the reader is like the bar in a religious area. Like it's very forbidden and is considered bad but at the same you can't help it. The reader charges a bit less then others and sells a variety of items. To many folks the reader is a last resort, like "My sons leg is broken but the doctor is out of town to buy more supplies from the city. I guess I have to go to them".

Also Dr. Gerald and reader dream sequence angst because I said so. (I'm sorry for my bad writing)

Reader pov: I'm in an apartment of some sort, it's quite average and a bit boring. All possible dangers having been carefully put away and some furniture even bolted to the wall like a psych ward room. I can hear weeping as I head down a hallway, in a bedroom sits the source of said weeping. A man sat down on his bed. Do I know him? Maybe. I'm not sure why he feels familiar.

I ask him what's wrong and he turns to me, his face is censored with a black square but I know he has paused his crying. He moves off of the bed and looks me over. Confusion and disbelief radiate off of him despite me not being able to see his face.

"(reader)? Is that you?", he says with a hoarse voice.

"Yeah that's me. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Please my dear! Please come back to me! Please come back to me!"

"But I'm right in front of y-" I cut myself off in surprise when he grabs my wrists and holds them up not far from his face.

"Honey you don't understand! I want you to come back to me! Please oh please!" He looks down and we both pause for a few moments in strange silence. "Why my dear? Why did it have to be you? You d-"

I wake up breathing heavily and crying. Why did that make me feel so awful? Why did that feel so... familiar? I don't know him.

As I try to forget it I look to the right side of the bed and all of a sudden I feel like something is missing.

DUDE THIS IS SO GOOD FJEKHRG you should write things, i love how u do it

reader is like that person everyone knows in the village, they know who brought them there, but at the same time is a forbidden name, they just call them the 'hermit' but that's it, if you are an outsider that is in the village for whatever reason and you dare mention that name, people will look down on you.

When reader got into foundation custody tho the village was freaking out, because even if they hated reader they were someone necesary in that place, because for a village in a universe where modern medicine isn't a thing, magic is a blessing, even if it hurts their moral.

i live for angst that ends in happiness, i can see gerald having that dream again but this time when he wakes up in cold sweat and tears falling down from his eyes, he can see reader still sleeping next to him

[mango-bango-bby]

Mangoooo AHHHH 1st off I wanna compliment your writing 😫✊💖💖

What would dabi and hawks do (I'm asking from that mafia series) if their darling got rescued by the police, like their mansion got raid and things are rough, they think darling is safe but then the police got their darling (they know because she's missing) and you continue~~~ also can I be your 💎 anon? Lastly i wuv u and your creations byeee~

♡ Taken From Us ♡

(A/N: Thank you so much, doll 🥺🥺🥺 You’re so kind!! Also of course you can be 💎-anon!! Welcome, 💎-anon 💖 I love you too and thank you once again!!!!! Also I think for once, I don’t have any BNHA requests lol!!! I think I only have JJK requests right now haha!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, MAFIA AU, darling is rescued, stockholm syndrome, murder, angst but fluff at the end

Summary: You’re taken from Keigo and Dabi (Yan!Dabi x Gn!reader x Yan!Hawks)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

Series Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Dabi and Keigo are absolutely livid when they find out the police have taken you. They actually weren’t home when the raid happened. They were off doing “business”, their underlings were supposed to protect you. Yet those cowards ran, they ran, leaving you behind.

♡ Keigo is pacing around the room, mumbling to himself, and completely worried for your safety. Where did they take you? Were you alright? Were you hurt? God, you must be so scared! Out there in your own! You must be so scared not to have Keigo and Dabi to protect you!

♡ Dabi is not sleeping at all as he orders people to try and find out where you are and he himself tries to find you. He is enraged that the people they trusted enough to look after you fled. He’s snapping at everyone, he’s incredibly agitated by everything because he’s just trying to focus on getting you back to them.

♡ You refuse to speak to the police, simply staying silent. You stay silent, your eyes cast towards the table in the interrogation room. You also don’t even realize you’re doing it but you find yourself holding onto the necklace Dabi and Keigo had gotten for you, your fingers gently tracing over the feather charm and the flame charm that hang from it.

♡ You knew Dabi and Keigo were coming to get you because honestly you were terrified. You haven’t been out in the real world in a year or two (you’re not sure how long you’ve been gone). You miss your gilded cage. Dabi and Keigo provided for you, they loved you. You knew they loved you even if it wasn’t healthy. But you can’t help but worry that they may have been arrested.

♡ It was after about a week that one of the people Dabi had ordered to find you ran into the office where both Dabi and Keigo were, saying that he had found where the police had been holding you in custody for more questioning. They didn’t even bother to hear out the rest, immediately standing up and grabbing enough weapons to help them fight off anyone who got in their way when they weren’t using their quirks.

♡ Everyone who got in the way of getting to you was killed. Every room was searched until they eventually found you. You practically threw you into Dabi and Keigos arms, sobbing about how much you missed them and how worried you were. Dabi picked you up immediately covering your eyes with his hand so you couldn’t see the massacre they had committed. They walked out with you in his arms and Keigo rambling about how scared he was for you.

♡ They needed a safer place to keep you so they now owned a mansion in the country side, even if their “work” was mostly in the city, they were able to keep you safer in the middle of nowhere. The already intense security got even more secure. They only trusted few people with you. The windows couldn’t been seen through from the outside, the fences were so high no one could see in.

♡ You are absolutely pampered for months after it happens, they wouldn’t not let go of you for days after they got you back. You can’t bathe by yourself without both of them in the tub with you. You have to go with them to meetings too so you’re not out of their sight, although the make you wear plugs in your ears so you can’t hear what the discuss.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[bumbleklee]

Ooooo different anon with baby fever here lmao, could I get some hcs on how Diluc, Zhongli, and Albedo would respond to their partner getting pregnant unexpectedly/before marriage? Bonus points if you could include how they would respond to negative or judgemental comments from people they know. Thank you for what you do! 💕

the way im internally screaming because i finally hit some parenting hcs in my ask box o(>ω<)o everything is sfw but im still going to put it under a cut because i know not everyone vibes with the baby stuff

before reading: unexpected pregnancy, mentions of abotions, ppl being mean, written as reader being afab with they/them pronouns

diluc

thinks you’re joking at first

how could you be pregnant? you guys were always so safe

except for that one night where you both had a little too much to drink and were being a little careless

since you’re in a state of panic about the news, diluc takes it upon himself to be the one to figure out what to do

he decides that it’s your decision and no matter what you chose, he’ll accept

“How could we let this happen?” Diluc mutters, staring at the ceiling a few nights after you told him the news. The only sound in the room is a tree branch lightly tapping against your bedroom window. “We’re so young.” 

You lay down next to him and search for his hand, “Do you think this was a sign?” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, “A sign?”

“Yeah, like, maybe from your dad or Barbatos? I mean, we’ve talked about starting a family before,” You continue. You fully intended to marry Diluc and one day, start a family with him. Maybe this really was a sign from above that you needed to start your journey a little sooner than expected. 

Diluc hums a response before turning his head towards you. “I think you’d make a great parent,” He says softly. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “We should talk about this in the morning.” 

You nod in agreement and turn your body so Diluc could wrap his arms around you and spoon you from behind. His hands usually sit on your hips or waist but tonight they laid idly on your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies and by the way Diluc traced shapes along your skin, he must have felt them too. 

zhongli

was absolutely shocked when you told him you were pregnant because he didn’t think he had the ability to get anyone pregnant as an archon

but since he gave away his gnosis, he must have also given away his sterilization

after processing this, he was fairly excited

he knew you loved children and was excited to be able to provide you with one

it was you who was anxious about the news, knowing liyue had strong customs and traditions

“But Zhongli, we aren’t even married!” You cried, waving the pregnancy test wildly in your hand. You didn’t understand how Zhongli was so calm about the whole situation. 

“Are we supposed to be married?” Zhongli tilted his head at you, “If so, then will you-”

“No!” You interrupted him. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed, “I don’t want this baby to be the only reason we get married, Zhongli.” 

Seeming to finally sense your worries, Zhongli pulled you down onto the couch with him. He took your hands in his softly and gazed into your eyes, “Darling, there are no rules on what order things have to happen in. Aren’t you excited to have a child with me?”

You felt a pang in your chest. “Of course I am,” You sighed, “I just don’t want people to talk behind our backs. You know how this city is.” 

Zhongli let out an amused chuckle and you swore you saw his eyes glow golden for a moment, “Y/N, dearest, I created this city. These people would be foolish to do such a silly thing.” 

albedo

he took your unexpected news with open arms

this was his creation and he would foolish to throw you aside for something he caused

besides, klee was getting older and he missed having a little one running around while he was trying to work

it was the other knights that didn’t take your news well

Albedo told Jean and Kaeya the news about your pregnancy expecting excitement but was surprised when his counterparts made faces of disappointment. 

“We need your full attention as Chief Alchemist,” Jean said, crossing her arms. She was frowning, “How are you going to do that with a baby?”

“And Y/N is going to need to take a leave of absence,” Kaeya added. “Who is going to fill her spot?” Albedo went to open his mouth but Kaeya continued, “I expected more responsibility from you.”

Albedo felt his heart shatter. Was this really how The Knights, his friends, thought about the situation? Sure, you may have been careless that night but wasn’t life supposed to be about surprises? He could handle a baby and his work, at least he thought he could. 

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience. We’ll get it taken care of as soon as possible.” His head whipped to the side to see you by his side, bowing your head shamefully. He didn’t realize you had even come into the office from the library, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. “Come on, Albedo.”

The walk back to his house was silent. Albedo was still stunned by the words shared by everyone, especially you. He eventually grabbed your hand to stall your walking. 

“What did you mean?” He asked. For a genius, he felt awfully dumb. 

“Albedo, we can’t keep the baby. You saw their reactions.” Your eyes were watery and you couldn’t look at Albedo in the eyes. 

A surge of protection raced through his veins. He grasped your shoulders and you jolted, staring up at his face. “We can leave then,” He said, “There are other options before we resort to that.” 

“Albedo...”

“Please,” He said and you realized you had never heard Albedo talk so informal, so frantic, “We have to try.”

You hesitated before nodding, “Right, okay, we’ll try.” 

a/n: sorry zhongli’s is so short and slightly ooc. i tried to do a different scenario for all three so i hope u like it :,)

[studiojeon]

use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

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Summer in the City - Part Twelve

Part Twelve

Masterlist

Pairing: Mainly Sam x Female Reader, but uh…things happen.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!, mentions of pregnancy and symptoms, mentions of death

A/N: Shits starting to get real, so buckle up. We only have a few more parts to go, and I'm going to be sad when this story is over, it's been so much fun to write! But I have a few other projects in the works, and I'm excited to share those with you when the time comes!

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The mornings and nights were the worst. The basement was freezing cold, and you shivered under the quilts until Josh crawled into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms. It’d been almost a week of you living in the basement now. Danny and Molly brought your meals. Sometimes Jake would, and he’d linger, making sure you ate at least a few bites before kissing your forehead and taking his leave, silently. Josh was gone in the mornings before you woke. You were alone for most the time, trying to focus on your sewing. You often caught yourself at the loneliest of moments, rubbing your thumb over Sam’s hidden shirt. You’d sewn a small, yellow heart to the fabric, and secretly hoped he could feel your love from where you were being kept.

“Petal, you look so forlorn.” Josh tsked at you. You glanced up from the pants you were trying to mend. Josh was sitting across the room in his chair, reading a book you couldn’t make out the title of. He’d lit some jasmine incense a while ago, and as the stick burned down, it filled the small room with a heady, floral fragrance that made your eyes heavy.

“I’m okay, Josh.” you assured him, placing a small smile on your lips. “My eyes are just getting tired.” Josh nodded, shutting his book and placing it on the small end table, along with his glasses. He came over and gently tugged your work from your hands, setting them on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed next to you, his body twisted to face you.

“Why don’t you let me take care of you, mama?” he murmured, his hand rubbing up and down your calf. “You’re working so hard, you need to be touched.” his hand inched up further, rubbing over your knee and the tops of your thighs. His tongue slowly licked over his bottom lip and you felt your resolve falter. Josh wanted to please you, which meant you were still in his favor. He brought his hands up to cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. You leaned into it, accepting his affection as his tongue lapped at your bottom lip. As the kisses became more heated and passionate, your felt a hollow pang in your chest. Josh sensed your feelings, pulling back and nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your cheek. “What’s wrong?” his voice was raspy as he caught his breath. You thought about lying, saying you didn’t feel well again, but Josh’s whisper to tell him what was concerning you.

“Josh, I miss Sam.” you sniffled. “I’m sorry, I just…” you felt tears welling in your eyes as Josh pulled away to look at you. When you met his eyes, you could see a cold disappointment behind the sympathetic mask he wore. “He is my kindred spirit, like you said. I find comfort in him. Not that you don’t provide me with it. It’s just different.” you watched as Josh thought over your words, calculating his next move. 

“Sam is busy.” he looked up at you. “He’s in the city, running errands for us. Won’t be back for a day or two.” you nodded. “Petal, Sam isn’t right for you. You need someone strong, a leader. You need me.”

“Josh-“

“Forget about Sam.” Josh demanded, his tone harsh. The tears that welled in your eyes stung and you let them slip down your cheek. Josh seemed to soften a bit, reaching out and wiping a tear away. “I can fulfill your every want, your every need. Do you understand that? You are mine. My goddess.” you nodded. “Speak, Petal.”

“Yes, Josh.” your voice trembled. The look in his eyes was fierce, and you felt yourself withdraw further towards the wall. “I’d like to go to sleep now, please? I think I’m getting a headache.” Josh studied you for a moment, almost like the first time he’d laid eyes on you, making you feel small and insecure. 

“Okay.” he murmured. He stood up, moving to his side of the bed, and watching you as you slid under the quilt. He mirrored your actions, scooting over to cradle his body around yours. You laid on your side, and felt his fingers gliding through your hair, sometimes apply light pressure to your scalp as he massaged. He once again was humming Crimson and Clover, and you let your hand slip beneath your pillow, finding the small threaded heart on Sam’s shirt, pressing it into the pad of your thumb as hard as you could, hoping he could feel it.

“Not much longer now.” you heard Jake’s hushed voice. You opened your eyes, the basement nearly pitch black, save for the moonlight filtering through one of the thin windows. “Josh, we need to have a plan if this doesn’t work. She’s not showing any symptoms. Remember when mom was pregnant with Sam? She was sick all the time, always really hungry. Petal doesn’t do any of that.”

“Everyone is different, Jacob.” Josh replied, his whisper showing frustration. “But I suppose you’re right.”

“So what do you want to do with her?” there was a long pause, and you fought the urge to move as you listened for the next part of the conversation.

“If the time comes, and she isn’t with child,” Josh said slowly. “Then she becomes and offering.”

“You mean-“

“Yes.” Josh’s voice was firm. “If she’s not the goddess I saw, then she’ll be the sacrifice to bring her to us.” your blood ran cold. Sacrifice? Was Josh really going to kill you?

“Do we really have to?” Jake asked. “We can’t drop her off in the city? Let her find her way back to her home?”

“Drastic times call for drastic measures.” Josh assured him. “If mediation and manifesting isn’t working, blood will. If she is not the goddess, she’s the sacrifice.” You bit your lip, holding back the flood of anxious, scared tears that were threatening to spill. You tried to keep your breathing even as icy panic swept through your veins. In less than a week, your neck could be on the chopping block, literally. Your face felt hot and your chest hurt from holding back the frightened sob your body so desperately wanted to release.

“It’d be a shame.” Jake sighed, and you heard the creaking of the wooden staircase as he moved on it. “I’ve really come to like her.”

“I agree.” Josh’s voice was farther away now, and you heard their feet moving up the staircase. “But we can’t risk everything we’ve worked for, for some girl.” their voices got quieter as they exited the basement, the shutting of the door followed by the clicking of the lock. Locked in. You were trapped. A bubbling of terror in your stomach had you leaning over the bed, retching what little contents it still had. You didn’t even hear the door unlock, or the steps down to the basement until hands were pulling back your hair.

“You’re okay,” Danny’s voice cooed at you. He held your hair back in a loose ponytail with one hand, the other rubbing your back. “You’re okay, Petal.” your panic dulled only slightly by the soothing voice of your friend. The tears spilled down your face as you righted yourself, and threw your body into his, wrapping your arms around his slender frame tightly. His large hands caressed your back as he tucked you into him, resting his chin on top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. Suddenly you pulled back, ripping yourself out of his embrace, glaring at him.

“Do you know?” you hissed at a shocked Danny. “Do you know what Josh has planned for me?” Danny stared to you as if you were a wild animal. You felt like one, suddenly feral with fright and nearly panting as you stared him down. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were foaming at the mouth. “Answer me, Daniel.”

“N-No.” he shook his head, hands held up in front of him innocently. “Petal, I don’t know anything other than I’m bringing you food and water. I promise.” your eyes scanned him, looking for any sign of deceit, as if you would recognize any. After a few long minutes, you crawled towards him, nose to nose before you spoke again.

“Danny, Josh is going to kill me.” you whispered. His thick eyebrows furrowed as your words settled in his ears. “He said so himself, if i’m not pregnant, he’s going to kill me.”

“Petal, are you sure that’s what you heard?” Danny asked you. You nodded, the tears still spilling from your eyes. 

“Danny I swear on everything I hold dear.” you urged him. “Please, I need you to tell Sam. We have to leave. I don’t think I’m pregnant and I don’t want to die. Please Danny, please!”

“Okay, okay.” Danny nodded. “I’ll talk to Sam as soon as he gets back form the city. How long until you know for sure?”

“A week, maybe less.” you sighed. “It could come early, it could be late…but I don’t have much time to wait around for it. Josh and Jake have already sealed my fate, Danny.”

“Petal, you have to pretend.” Danny suddenly looked fiercely at you. “I know you’re scared, but you have to pretend like you’re getting symptoms. Eat all of your food, even ask for more sometimes. Every once in a while, say you’re craving something. Nothing big. Berries, carrots or something.” you nodded, listening to him intently. “Make yourself throw up in the mornings. A little after you eat breakfast. You need to keep up the appearance of pregnancy so Josh is content. Sam and I will find a way to get you out of here.”

“Oh Danny, thank you.” you threw your arms around him again, nearly tackling him. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. You’ve always been so kind to me.” Danny pulled back, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead as he cupped your face.

“You make my best friend happy, Petal.” he smiled down at you. “And you make Molly happy. And you’re my friend too. Repayment isn’t necessary.” he pulled you into a hug, cradling you gently before letting you go, standing up. “I should go back upstairs.”

“Wait!” you got up, going over to the dresser and opening a drawer, tearing a piece of contact paper from the bottom drawer. You took the pencil Josh used in his journal and wrote a small note to Sam, folding it up and handing it to Danny. A simple message of ‘I love you’. “Please give that to Sam for me?”

“Of course.” Danny gave you a smile, gentle smile. “Stay safe, Petal.” you nodded, watching him leave up the stairs. You took a few moments to compose yourself again, knowing Josh could be back at any moment. You ate the jam and bread picking at the fruits. When Josh did come back down to see you, he smiled, looking over your plate.

“I thought you liked blackberries.” he mused as he picked one up from the plate, popping it into his mouth. 

“I do, they just don’t taste as good for some reason.” you shrugged, giving him a smile. “I ate a few, and it make my stomach turn.” Josh looked pleased at this, eating the rest of the berries from the plate. “You know what sounds really good though?”

“Enlighten me, darling.” Josh smiled as he laid out on the end of the bed, hands behind his head. You lifted yourself to your knees, crawling over to him. You rested a hand on his chest, scratching gently through his shirt.  

“Honey.” he raised one of his eyebrows curiously, smirking as if you called him a pet name.  “My mom used to make these delicious honey cakes. They were the perfect breakfast on a cold morning, warm, fresh out of the oven. Gooey and sweet with the tiniest bit of lemon.”

“Those do sound good.” Josh reached up, stroking your face gently. “What brought this on?”

“I don’t know.” you smiled down at him, trying your best to look wistful. “All of a sudden, it just hit me. I was feeling a little nauseous, and thought of my mom…and then those honey cakes and how delicious they were.” you put a hand on your stomach absentmindedly. Josh raised himself up onto his elbows pressing his lips to yours, smiling. 

“I'll get you some honey by morning.” he whispered against your lips. “And lemon. Is there anything else you’d need for the cakes?” you thought about the inventory of the kitchen, knowing there was a pan for small cakes in there already. You shook your head and Josh fit his hand over your own that was still on your tummy. “Anything to make you happy.”

“Thank you, Josh.” there was a small part of you that was still thrilled that he was praising you. The bigger part made you feel sick, and you turned away from him.

“Are you all right?” he asked, looking concerned. You weakly smiled. 

“Just nauseous again. I think I just need to lay down.” Josh nodded, shifting on the bed so you could lay flush next to him, head on his chest. As you closed your eyes, you listened to the rhythmic thumping of his heart, wondering how much longer yours was going to do the same.

🥀 🥀 🥀

Molly had brought your dinner down that night, and you didn’t dare speak of the things you told Danny to her, just thanked her when she set the tray down. You watched as she went up the stairs, and sighed. You missed the dinners with everyone. Listening to the chatter, laughing at the jokes or stories being told of the days work everyone did. Sitting next to Sam as the sun set around you all. 

You heard the door unlock, and feet thundering down the stairs. You tore up some of the food on the plate, making it look like you were picking at it, at least. You were getting ready to fake a smile for Josh, turning to greet him, but it wasn’t him. 

“Sam!” you cried, running to him and flinging yourself at him. Sam wrapped his arms tightly around you, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you closely. For the second time that day, tears spilled from your eyes. “Oh Sam.”

“I know love, I know.” he whispered. He pulled back, bringing his hands up to smooth the hair back from your face. “I don’t have a lot of time, Danny has Josh distracted but I don’t know for how long.”

“Sam, did he tell you?”

“Yes.” Sam nodded, his face looking stern. “I’m going to get you out of here. We’re going to leave and never look back.” Your hands fisted in his shirt, holding onto him for dear life. 

“Sam, I don’t have a lot of time. We have to go soon.” you shook your head. “And even if I am pregnant, I don’t want to stay here. I don’t want to be Josh’s brooding mare.”

“I’m not going to let that happen.” Sam promised you. “We’re going to get away, and we’re going to get our farm, okay?”

“Yeah?” your voice was meek as tears welled in your eyes. 

“Yeah. With the cows and the dogs and cats.” he tried to give you a smile, but you knew his anger and fear was outweighing every other emotion. 

“And blue shutters?”

“The bluest.” he pressed a kiss to your lips, and you let yourself melt into it, finally feeling at home for the first time in days as you sunk into this arms. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Sam.” you answered, kissing him again and again, as many times as you could. 

“I should go before anyone notices I’m gone.” Sam murmured. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again, but Danny is going to help us. If you need to tell me something, tell him. I’ll do the same.” you nodded, dutifully. As Sam reluctantly pulled away, you felt yourself start to crumble. He noticed and took your chin in his hand, thumb swiping across the skin. “No baby, you’re strong. And I need you to stay strong for me while we figure this out.”

“I will, Sam. I promise.” you gave him a small smile, and with one last kiss, he was dashing up the stairs, shutting and locking the door behind him. The basement felt colder than it ever had, now that Sam’s warmth was gone. You fought the shiver that still ran through your veins creating goosebumps along your skin. You repeated to yourself that you were strong. You were brave, and that with Sam and Danny, you would make it through this. 

The next two days, as soon as the coast was clear, Danny would deliver messages to and from yourself and Sam. 

“Tomorrow night.” Danny said quietly, lifting up the plate on your tray to show you the small piece of paper hidden beneath. “During the bonfire. Pretend you’re unwell, sick, throwing up. I will volunteer to stay with you, and let Josh lead the festivities as normal. While he’s distracted, I’m to lead you out of here, and to the lake. From there, you and Sam will take the way around to the road, and be out of here. If everything goes right, Josh shouldn’t realize you’re gone until it’s too late.”

“Perfect.” you unfolded the small note, seeing Sam’s messy scrawl confessing his love for you, x’s and o’s littering the paper. 

“Petal?”

“Yes, Danny?”

“I’d like to come with you.” his eyes were full of concern. “This isn’t what we pictured it to be, when we first came here. Sam and his brothers have been my only family for so long, but I don’t want to stay here if violence and death are in our wheelhouse.” you brought up a hand, placing it on his cheek. 

“I wouldn’t leave you behind.” you shook your head. “You or Molly.” Danny smiled, placing a kiss to the palm of your hand. “Does she know?”

“Not really.” Danny shook his head. “I was afraid she’d say something to someone else, and blow the whole thing. Josh has been getting….angrier. He’s snapping at people a lot, jumping to conclusions that someone is trying to sabotage him. He’s paranoid.”

“I see.” you nodded. “Tell Sam the plan is on. Tomorrow night, the four of us will be free.” Danny took the note you wrote back to Sam, slipping it into he pockets of his trousers before leaving to go upstairs. 

You finally felt some relief, knowing Sam had a plan, and it was close to being put into action. The feeling of hope as you devoured your food, suddenly ravenous, filled you with an excitement you hadn’t felt in a long time.

But as they say, the best laid schemes of mice and men go often askew…

[no-droids]

Ch 17 was so, so, so good (thank you!!) 🥺 i am still processing. ((Edit: this turned into an essay so i Am Very Sorry in advance, there is a tldr at the end though))

First of all. We get to see Din going through it the same way sweet girl was a couple chapters ago and I love it! She’s been so clear from the start that she doesn’t want to run away from him and now Din’s getting to the point where he doesn’t want to chase her anymore because he just wants her to be physically there with him again. The second night of comms while she’s camped out at the orphanage?? “I thought this was going to be alright, but I hate it.” ??????????? i am a Puddle of Emotions no one look at me 😭

And then the way he’s so unsure about whether she hasnt begun to reconsider wanting to keep up with his bounty-hunter life now that she’s finally gotten a break if being forced to outrun a mandalorian can be really even be called a break for the first time in a year?? And he can SEE all the places she’s stopped to talk to people on this planet (his comment about the number of times the blond guy turned around to talk to her in the line? 🥺.) Din knows she’s enjoying these small encounters with people, getting to interact with a new planet and learn new things as she’s making her way through each place, and since they’re only talking at night he gets to think about it literally all day long as he follows her trail and tries to figure out what her plan is. This is truly an exercise in Din thinking nonstop about sweet girl (which ofc he does already, but like, thinking critically about what she thinks/wants/does/needs and why) and I feel like that’s causing him to slowly start to second guess himself in terms of where he would put himself on sweet girl’s list of priorities. And I wonder how much of this he’s actually considering for the first time? because it’s always him who leaves and comes back when he gets jobs — this is the first time that sweet girl has left him instead of the other way around. Sweet girl has had tons of time to think about these things, whereas Din hasn’t really had to... because it’s not the one who leaves who feels the absence most, it’s the one who’s left behind (even if just temporarily).

I can just picture Din’s increasing doubts as the chase keeps going, whether he’s worth putting up with his lifestyle and whether sweet girl wouldn’t rather have a life like the people he sees in the footprints around hers? because he knows her, knows she likes soft beds and meeting people and fresh fruit and beautiful scenery, which are all things that living on the razor crest can’t always provide except for the last one bc Din Djarin IS beautiful scenery let’s be clear and just. the ANGST. I cannot. ( a n d meanwhile sweet girl is having a breakdown thinking he wants to STOP looking and LEAVE her? As if)

So when she shuts down his tentative doubts about it on the second night she’s at the orphanage and Din starts asking questions about favorite animals and flowers and things?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I lost it. Din is mirroring the love and care he receives from sweet girl (and learning to tap into those emotions as he does) and I am just in awe of both his character development from ch 1 to here and your ability to show that gradual shift in your writing.

Tl;dr thank you very much for this latest chapter! I will continue to be a soft emotional little puddle for the foreseeable future, or at least until I can figure out to scrape myself off the floor and function like a human being who has not just read rough day ch 17 and promptly dissolved as a direct result🌻

okay

okay first of all ma’am/sir/friend, please do not put tl;dr’s on a fucking MASTERFUL DISSECTION LIKE THAT like I genuinely hope people read every word of what you have written because you’re so spot on about everything that I was almost taken aback JEJFJJDJFJF

I would like to say, and I need to do this in list form because you have presented so many beautiful points that I’d like to address them one by one,

1.) Din Djarin is used to being alone. Full stop. Like even with sweet girl helping out with the baby and agreeing to stay on the ship while he goes and grabs quarry, he’s gone for weeks sometimes. He is used to being by himself, to fending for himself, protecting himself, patching himself up, EVERYTHING by himself. He is the most independent self-sufficient driven bounty hunter Karga has on the payroll and he’s reliable, which is why Karga would give him four pucks at a time. Giving anyone else four pucks would mean that if they happened to die during their hunts, then more than one puck would be lost and that’s money down the drain. Din doesn’t die, he always comes back with all four bodies and he’s fucking quick about it. Him telling sweet girl “I thought this was gonna be alright” is apt, because he’s been able to exist without her and do good work while he knows she’s safe on the Crest. In fact, the only time he EVER didn’t do good work is when a) she was attacked on the Crest on Corellia, or b) when he desperately wanted to get back to her as quick as possible and he pushed himself too hard and put himself in danger (aka frozen on Hoth scene). And actually c) when he stole Grogu back from the empire and had Karga and the guild on his ass about it. Those were the only times Din had trouble doing his job. The only times he stopped looking and gave up. “I thought this was going to be alright, but I hate it” means that YES ABSOLUTELY DIN DJARIN DOES NOT LIKE STAYING PUT WHILE SHE LEAVES, even though he’s okay with going out and doing his job when she stays. Even though he’s still hunting, it’s like the roles have been reversed. She’s understanding his side, and he’s understanding her side. It’s been 4 days and he hates it, so imagine weeks or months of that. Not being able to move or chase after her either, just hanging out on the crest with Grogu and waiting to see if she’ll be able to make it back. Which

2.) makes it hurt just a lil more in that wonderful delicious angsty way when he actually asks if she wants this life. On Naboo, he didn’t know where she went or where the kid was—he didn’t know if they were in danger, if she was safe. He said he’d rip the galaxy apart to find her if she ever disappeared like that again. But... she’d be safe on Sanctuary II. This is different, and just like you said, he’s had multiple days where all he did was try to think like her. Get in her head, predict her. Understand her more than he’s ever attempted to do before, in a NECESSARY capacity, like he would a bounty he’s hunting. Din Djarin is used to being alone. He’s used to being silent and that’s how connections are severed before they can even be established. His only practice at empathy was through his job, a job that he is very very good at, but it was never enough to get him to stop looking. He would never be able to empathize enough to ask if the bounty wanted him to stop looking for them. Even with the baby, he turned him in at first and then let the guilt eat him alive before going back to save him. So, if you couple that with his true connection to sweet girl, the natural empathy he has for her and the kid (him immediately following her after he accidentally snapped at her on the Crest and apologizing) and Din is now TRULY beginning to understand her on a level he’s never experienced with another person

3.) BUT!!! Even though he “needed to ask” (meaning he understood enough to know that asking the question was necessary) he started out the entire conversation by admitting he doesn’t think he could do it. Before ever telling her what specifically he doesn’t think he could do, he already knows this about himself and says it flat out. I don’t think I could. Even if you asked me to, even if you said you’d be happier if I did, even if you told me right now that it’s what you wanted, I don’t think I could ever stop looking. And a lot of the turmoil he experiences is because of that. I make you sleep on the floor. I teach you to fight when you just want to look at waterfalls. I do all these things that you’d never willingly do yourself, and I’m a bad person BECAUSE I still want you to always be here with me in spite of all that.

4.) Meanwhile sweet girl just has no fucking clue all this is happening and it seems to come out of nowhere, all she knows is that he’s been in the city when he should’ve caught up to her days ago. She’s out experiencing things and meeting new people and yet she always comes back to Din and the baby and how much they should be here with her. She tries to come up with clever ways to outthink him but she also offers to give her coordinates to him practically every single night. Her wanting to be with him so bad but trying to hold out (“ask me again tomorrow”) while Din is also wanting to be with her so bad and also trying to hold out (“find her again tomorrow”) 🥺

So yeah basically in conclusion I love them together and they’re so different but they make each other somehow both stronger and softer in so many ways and yeah u mighta heard of DD/LG u kinky fucks but lemme present to u DD/SG

[buckys-black-dress]

✄ chapter two: keep it cool like iced tea

a/n: here's chapter two! obvi this is just building the plot and storyline, but we're seeing the beginnings of the magic! anyways, let me shut up so u can read. ok bye!

wc: 2k

[fratboy!bucky barnes x fem!reader]

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To say you sucked at pong was a vast understatement.

And although you really didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of this very nice, very tall, very attractive guy, you can't help but feel like an idiot when you sink your first shot into a cup halfway through the game.

You're definitely on your way drunk with the amount of shots Natasha and Sam have scored on you, plus all the ones you've missed.

When Natasha told you to let loose tonight, you're not so sure this is what she meant, though. You see her laughing and giving you eyes from across the table, while your face is bright red. You brush off her looks with a roll of your eyes, darting them back to Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky with the incredibly nice hands and arms, who seems to be making the shots for the both of you. Bucky who's been occasionally slinging an arm over your shoulders, paying close attention to you. Bucky who's been asking you questions about yourself, that you've returned back, and received witty responses to.

"So, where 're ya from, Y/N?" He asks in a slurred voice, but you can tell he's not exactly drunk yet.

"I'm from New York. You?" You ask, throwing back another drink from a shot that Nat made into your cup.

"No shit! I'm from Brooklyn!" He smiles, a big, bright smile that tugs at your heartstrings for some reason.

"I'm Manhattan born and raised, mister." You return his blinding smile.

"Small world, huh?" He laughs, once again wrapping his arm around you. "Can't believe we've never ran into each other before."

"Well, New York City's quite large, Bucky." You giggle, and he laughs back. As you feel your face warm up, he looks down at you with something akin to adoration in his eyes. Bucky towers over you, deciding that the pong game was over between the four of you.

He walks back to the kitchen, assuming that you'd follow him.

But he turns around to ask you in you'd like something to drink, and you're not there.

You're still chatting with Natasha and Sam, and it takes him a second to realized you wouldn't just follow after him. You didn't really give him the impression of being that type of girl.

Which is what intrigued him more about you. You weren't worshipping the ground he walked on, you didn't initiate conversation too much, and you didn't drool over him like every other girl he's met.

He suddenly feels a surge of awkwardness. He sees you talking animatedly with Sam and Natasha, and now Steve has joined in the conversation. You were talking completely comfortably with them, much more comfortably than you were with him.

It makes him wonder what he'll have to do to get you to get like that with him.

What he'll have to do to make you trust him.

"Hey, Y/N, I was gonna head to the kitchen and grab a drink. Wanna join?" He questions, seeing his friends giving him cocked eyebrows in confusion.

Bucky could usually get any girl he wanted. Especially at a party like this one. Why was he so hell-bent on spending time with you?

"O-Oh! Sure, I'll join you." You excuse yourself from the group, and Bucky slings his arm through your waist to guide you through the crowd. You feel you stomach flip in a way you've never felt before, and feel your cheeks redden.

"So, what can I get you?" Bucky practically yells over the music, trying to meet your eyes. You avert them quickly, and simply tell him a vodka lemonade.

He hands it to you with a strange look in his eyes, and you give him a kind smile while taking your first sip.

"God, you trying to get me wasted here?" You gag with a laugh, looking into your cup and back to Bucky.

"Sorry, doll, might'a gone a bit heavy on the vodka. You still good to drink it?" He queries with genuine concern in his eyes.

And although you already well on your way to drunk, past tipsy, you give fervent nod, and give it another sip.

It was good.

-

As the night had progressed further, you had two more of Bucky's vodka lemonades.

And now, you were drunk.

You also didn't know where Natasha was, but she was probably off somewhere with Sam, so you weren't worried for her safety.

Bucky was still by your side throughout the whole night, offering to dance, and even just sit and talk.

Which is what you were doing right now. In the middle of the crowd, you were practically on top of Bucky while you two talked about anything from academics to your daily lives.

"So, in your major, what would you say was the dumbest thing someone's asked?" He laughs, and he's clearly also past the line of tipsy and has fallen into drunk, right with you.

"Uhhh... oh! One time, this guy-"

"Doll, I can't really hear ya." Bucky laughs

"Oh, sorry," You blush, trying to speak louder, but it still wasn't working.

"Do you- would you be okay with just goin' up to my room? Don't think we'll get much of anythin' done down here." He gives you a look that says 'I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you want me to.'

It sends a shiver down your spine, and you stand up, waiting for him to guide you up the stairs.

You knew you weren't going to have sex with him. You had only met him four hours ago, and no matter how many girls he could pull in that time, you were not interested in being one of them.

"Just so you know now, I'm not planning on sleeping with you." You burst out while you're halfway up the stairs, your eyes going wide at your own words.

"Huh," Bucky chuckles, "I know I have a reputation that precedes me, but I didn't think this is where that was going. Just wanted to continue to conversation." He smiles down at you, finally opening his door.

Of course, Bucky was lying right through his teeth. Of course he wanted to sleep with you. You were nice, smart, had a hell of a body, and had kept his attention the longest out of any girl he's ever met. But when it comes down to it, he was a boy.

And boys usually only thought with one organ; their dicks.

As the lamp flicks on, a small glow filters over the room, giving it a cozy feel. You, on the other hand, felt nothing but cozy.

"You can sit anywhere. Wanna watch somethin'?" He asks, tossing you the remote while you stood, frozen at the doorway.

"I- uh, sure?" You ask, more than you tell him, but sit down on his bed. You were careful to not flash him while you adjusted yourself, not sure of what to do.

The last thing you needed tonight was the most notorious playboy on campus seeing your black lace thong right now.

"Do you wanna change into somethin' more comfortable, angel?" Again, your stomach has butterflies trying to escape at his sweet words. But you knew better than to think too much into it. he probably said these names to every girl who's come into this very bed.

Ew, you think to yourself, this bed must have STDs sewn in the sheets by now.

"I- sure? If you have anything that fits, I guess." You grumble.

"Sure, I've got a t-shirt and boxers, if you want? Don't have much else, honestly." He laughs lightly, handing you the items and points to the bathroom in the corner of his room.

As you're standing in the middle of Bucky Barnes' jack and jill bathroom, you take a moment and think to yourself.

How did I get here?

Will he ask me to sleep here?

Does he still expect anything from me?

I hope not.

I'm really tired.

Ugh. Whatever. I'm too tired to think this much right now.

You pull of your dress that you couldn't stand to be in anymore, and put on the clothes Bucky had provided you with.

They were quite large on you, considering the guy was about the size of bigfoot. But you couldn't find it in yourself to complain about it right now.

You exit the bathroom, setting the dress down on the floor where you had kicked off your heels, and sit back down next to Bucky on his bed.

You feel your skin slide under the blanket that was thrown over him, and focus on the TV screen.

"So, what're we watching?" You query, trying to figure out what was playing.

Little did you know, Bucky was still thinking about the way you had looked when you walked out of the bathroom. It did something to him, seeing you in his clothes like that, for some reason.

The way you were practically swimming in them, and the way you knuckled at your eyes tiredly that made him want to hold you to his chest while you both fell asleep.

He was trying to shake the thoughts from his head, wondering what the hell had gotten into him with these thoughts.

Since when did he, Bucky Barnes, think about a girl like this? It was usually much dirtier and nastier in his head, but you were doing something to him.

"Bucky? Everything alright up there?" You giggle, knocking on his skull lightly.

"I- yeah, all good, doll." He shakes his thoughts away, focusing back on you. "I put on whatever was playing, didn't switch it because I didn't know what you liked." Bucky explains.

"Hm, well this seems good. We can just keep this on?" You suggest, realizing that Home Alone 2 was playing on his TV. "I love this movie. This kid's got some real class." You chuckle, now fully watching the movie.

"He's a genius, I'll give 'im that much." Bucky laughs, also fixing his gaze on the movie.

In the hour that passed, you two have made small talk about the movie here and there, and every time, Bucky's gaze became transfixed on you. With the glow of the TV illuminating your face, with the way you smiled and threw your head back when you laughed, he couldn't help it.

Finally, the movie had come to a close, and Bucky could tell you were fighting sleep. You were practically asleep sitting up against his headboard.

"You wanna spend the night here, doll?" He wonders out loud, looking over to you.

You shoot him a look, a playful glare with a hint of a smile.

"I mean, it's a bit late for me to head back to my dorm. But no funny business, mister." You point a finger at him, and Bucky holds his hands up in the air.

"No funny business, I promise." He holds out his pinky to you, to which you curl yours around, and latch on.

Once the lamp next to his side of the bed is turned off, you slide further down in his bed, trying to find a comfortable position. After a few minutes of adjusting, you snuggle your head into the pillows that smell like laundry detergent and his cologne.

"Goodnight, Bucky," you say out loud into the darkness while you both face each other.

"G'night doll. See ya in the morning." Bucky's voice is a low baritone, clearly about to succumb to the sleep he was fighting.

"See ya in the morning." You reply, finally letting your eyes fall shut.

That night, you dream of Bucky Barnes and his cologne.

And across from you, Bucky Barnes dreams of a world where this is normal. A world where you sleep next to him every night, and you wake him up every morning with a kiss.

Man, I'm totally fucked, is the last thought he has before falling into a sleep surrounded by you.

[shadyteacup]

Hi I’m back (I’m the person who asked about Ranpo and Poe),, so what about both of them with a s/o who has a habit of flattery and/or complementing people too much!! Hewdcannons if you don’t mind! Thank you so much, have a nice day!!!

Hey there!

I'm still working on Poe's half of the request, but I was done with Ranpo's part, and I couldn't help but posting it... I'm impatient af 😛

Here they are! I really hope you like em... this is my first time writing hcs, so I might have been too sloppy.. also I kinda wrote a lil too much...😖

The Sweetest Candy

Ranpo x s/o that has a habit of complementing others

• If you compliment and flatter the people you love a lot, then you two are probably made for each other.

• All that ranpo wants is someone to praise him. Or atleast thats what everyone thinks.

• In reality, ranpo considers it to be his mission to make you feel loved, and often flatters you.

• Ranpo has a constant need to be reminded that he is worth it, and that he is better than everyone else. It is his way of boosting his confidence. So when u flatter him, his confidence and ego skyrocket.

• He loves having an audience, and you, being the appreciative person you are, always prove to be an amazing audience

• He really loves having you around.

• Inspite of all this, ranpo isn't looking for a fangirl or a fanboy. He wants a partner that is capable of keeping him grounded, yet makes him feel valued. And you do just that.

• Although, you might sometimes overdo the encouragement, he doesn't mind as he makes it up to you by praising you equally.

• Ranpo never, and I mean NEVER, speaks highly of anyone.

• The closest he had gotten to that was when he had said,"This is like going against Dazai." While plotting against fyodor.

• But this man will PRAISE you.

• You make him feel so loved, so he will return it equally, if not more.

• You get special treatment. You are the sole human being on this planet that gets to have his candy.

• You are also the only person who, according to him, tastes better than candy ;)

• He treats you with utmost respect.

• Whenever you praise him, his brain short-circuits.

• "And that, is how you solve this murder!" Ranpo grins as he solves the mystery.

• "Thats so cool, ranpo! I'm so proud of u!"

• You say as you hug him.

• Ranpo blushes and hides his face in your hair.

• He is soft boy

• Protect soft boy at all costs.

• "Y/N, you are the most amazing person that I have ever met. You are so amazing, that only I deserve to have you!", he says when you two are at the ada, or somewhere public.

• He loves boasting about being the guy you chose, saying things along the line of you being an angel that chose him because he is the best man alive.

• In private, he would have deep meaningful conversations with you, where you both would appreciate and value each other.

• Cue appreciation battles

• "You have no idea how much I love you."

• "Everyday I see your smile, it makes my day ranpo. You work so hard, I adore your determination "

• "You are the most beautiful person ever "

• "Your emerald eyes drown me into an eternal abyss of love. "

• "Your hair is so silky, I want to eat it."

• You blush and laugh it off.

• "No, really. It reminds me of my favourite candy."

• Ranlo says as he brushes your hair with his fingers.

• "A-are you being serious right now..?", you ask.

• He humms.

• You couldn't be more grateful to have him.

• While he seems like a childish guy, he actually is quite mature, but in a fun way.

• He just needs someone who can understand him. And you do. You are the only one who understands him.

• He loves you more than his candy.

• And thats really something.

• Ranpo needs candy and sugary foods to keep his mind working. His high intelligence requires quite a lot of energy, and sugary foods provide it to him.

• Not many understand this, but you do. So you try your best to constantly provide him with small amounts of candy at regular intervals of time.

• You write tiny notes for him too.

• "Hey handsome, got this donut for you. Hope u like it! ;)"

• Ranpo is a smart guy. He notices all of your little actions of affection. You voice your affections, but you also do small things that make his heart flutter.

• Like when you peck his lips randomly, or link your hands with his when he gets confused and doesn't know which route to take. You gently intertwine your fingers with his and guide him through the city, effectively getting him to the destination.

• You are also overly clingy. He loves that. When you randomly come up from behind to hug him, he goes crazy. When you two are lazing around on the couch, and you place his head on your lap, stroking his hair and humming sweet melodies to him, he realizes just how much he loves you.

• You mean the world to him, and he means the world and some more to you.

• You two are honestly made for each other.

• The story completely flips 180 degrees when you complement other people, though.

• Ranpo turns into angry ranpo.

• 'How dare they steal my candy?!' Is all he can think of when someone is getting your attention.

• He would constantly poke your cheek, or call your name to get your attention.

• "Y/NNNNNNN"

• "Yes, love?"

• He would simply smile innocently and act childish.

• "Hug me please."

• "Ok, honey, just give me a minute. I was just about to tell 'random person' how amazingly they handled the situation today."

• "Hug me. Now. They can wait. Can't they." He says while glaring at the concerned individual.

• Kinda gives me dazai vibes ngl

• You would be all confused, though. But would apologize to them and give ranpo a well deserved hug. I mean, he had to suffer so much. He had to see you saying good things about someone other than him. How heartbreaking!

• I think if I continue any longer, I'd end up writing a novel... so now I'll stop..

• Ok just one thing..

• When you both get ready for work, you suddenly nuzzle his neck and mumble a soft," You smell so good, love."

• Then you pull back and check him out.

• "Ravishing."

• And you leave.

• Just like that.

• Things like this make Ranpo fall for you over and over again.

• He loves every bit of your affection.

• Ok I'm going.

• For real now...