#so i might just find some good fic and hope not to stumble upon something too similar to what i’ve just written. playing with fire lol

[devilishchaos]

your writing is amazing <3 if your requests are still open, could you write fluff fic and smut (if you like), where rúben is really gentle, taking care of you while you’re drunk. perhaps you both went to a party together and we all know that he can’t drink alcohol so he basically takes care of you from the bar/club to your shared house and you were so needy asking him to have sex with you while your drunk.

The one where you get drunk and he looks after you | Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Warnings: mentions of drinking, explicit talk, begging

AN: Thank you for requesting <3 I hope you like it! :)

Word Count: 1 743 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

A group evening together with the whole Man City squad and their families usually spelled disaster for all of you, especially when celebrating. 

“Another one!” Jack announces as he hands you another shot. With a click, the two of you are throwing them back. You’re already feeling tipsy and the encouragement is enough to keep you going. 

Rúben is not as nearly far gone as everyone else, telling you to let loose. He holds your hand as you two walk around to the kitchen to find a snack. He giggles at your slight stumble, holding you up successfully. 

“You’re so strong.” you say with a hiccup and Rúben shakes his head with a grin as he forces you to sip on some water in between your next drink. 

John screams as his favorite song comes on, begging you to come join them. You pull Rúben along with you, his hands become steady on your hips as he presses kisses to your neck as the two of you sway in sync. 

You are far gone. Rúben’s hands haven’t left your body, not that you’d complain - you are more than grateful for the way he’s holding you up. 

“Here, let’s get some water in you, amor.” he picks you up and sits you on the counter, finding home between your legs as you sip on a cup of water. 

“Good girl.” he says, pushing your hair from your face. 

“You can not say that to me right now, Dias.” you say, wiggling your eyebrows “Nuh uh, no mister. Not when you look like this.” you give him a pout, only causing him to smile. 

*

The whole journey home was filled with conversation, from only one of you in the car. Light giggles were the only thing that came from Rúben, as you spoke about anything that came to mind, slurring most of your words.

“This place looks familiar..” you whispered as you pulled up outside your shared apartment. 

“There’s a reason for that.” Rúben sighed, getting himself out of the car before giving you a helping hand.

As soon as you stepped foot into the apartment, you threw yourself down onto the sofa, lifting your feet up for Rúben to untie the laces of your strappy heels and strip your jacket off of you. You could feel his eyes studying you closely with every little thing you did, bringing a light red blush to your face.

“What are you looking at?” you giggled as he lifted your legs up, sitting himself down on the sofa before moving your legs across to rest in his lap “Why do you keep looking at me like that? Have I got something on my face or on my jeans? Oh, man..not my jeans.”

Rúben rolled his eyes “Your jeans are fine, and so is your face. I’m just admiring how you look when you’re drunk.” 

“Is that because you looooooove me?” you cheekily asked, holding your hand out for him to take a hold of “Because I love you, I love you a lot. Have I told you that I love you?” 

“I think you might have mentioned it a couple of times Y/N, don’t worry about that.” Rúben assured you. 

As the room darkened and finally silence began to descend upon you, the dizzy state you had found yourself in for most of the night began to subside. It didn’t stop your eyes from staring across at Rúben though, focussing on the feeling of his hands running against the bare skin of your ankles. 

“Rúben..” you whispered, breaking up the silence in the room “..come lay with me for a bit?” you questioned, tapping the space beside you on the sofa. 

Without a second thought, Rúben lifted your legs up so that he could swing his frame around to rest against the back of the sofa. The stench of alcohol hit him as soon as he got close enough to your face, as he pressed a kiss against your cheek. 

“You smell nice.” your voice was muffled against the collar of his shirt. Breaths of warm air brushed against his neck and Rúben clenched his jaw in a half-ditched effort to seize the pounding in his chest. Surely you could hear it. 

“Let’s get you to bed, amor.” Rúben said softly, as he got up from the sofa and took you with him, starting to take a step backward. You kept your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, but you allowed your legs to follow him. Steady, careful steps were taken as Rúben continued to walk backwards towards the bedroom. 

His hand felt around for the door knob and he twisted it open. You had yet to lift your head from the alcove of his neck, sighing contently as he pulled you into the room. Rúben flicked the light switch on at your bedside, illuminating the room in a soft white hue in an effort to preserve the sensitivity in your eyes. 

“I’m going to find some sleep clothes for you, alright?” Rúben asked, as he reached behind him and pulled your arms from around his waist. The flash of disappointment across your face as your lips tugged into a frown did not slip his notice. He set you against the edge of the bed, a steady hand on your shoulder to make sure you were balanced. He turned back towards the closet. 

“You want to sleep in my clothes or yours, baby?” Rúben scratched at his head, tucking his hair behind his ears. 

“Baby?”

When he turned back towards you, a gasp caught in his throat to find you standing just inches away. How you managed to sneak up on him in this state, he’ll never know. You were staring at his lips, breathing heavily as eyes slowly trailed up to meet his. If Rúben thought his heart was beating painfully before..

A brush of your fingers at his waist line, playing with the edge of his shirt forced a gulp out of him. You purse your lips into a mischievous grin, grabbing at the fabric. 

“Take this off.” 

“W-what?” Rúben stuttered. God, he was never as nervous as he was around you. 

You leaned forward, hands releasing the fabric and trailing along his stomach under his shirt. Nails gently dragging over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Before Rúben could say a word, your lips were on his neck. 

“A-amor, hold on now..” Rúben started, though he found he couldn’t finish where he was going. He couldn’t remember what he was even going to say, not with the way your lips were sucking so sweetly against that spot on his neck that drove him wild, traveling up to pepper kisses along his jaw. He closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation you left behind with each kiss. He knew he should stop you, but, God, how could he possibly when your lips were on the corner of his mouth? 

The moment you pressed your lips to his, he froze, hands out to the side. Your soft, plump lips kissed at his own, tongue dragging against the bottom of his lip, until you bit down, not enough to hurt but enough that it took Rúben out of his trance. 

His hands came up to the sides of your face, holding you against him as he parted his lips further for you. It was wet and messy, and rushed, and nothing like he thought it would be as you moaned into his mouth, sending a jolt below his waistline. The way you were tugging at him, the way his hands tangled in your knotted hair, it was all so much rougher than he wanted it to be. But with your tongue sweeping over his, all he could think about was how bad he wanted this. 

“Amor..” you moaned and Rúben nearly came on the spot “..Rúben..please, I need you to fuck me.” 

Rúben pulled away instantly, panting heavily. Eyes wide as you sat down on the bed, reaching to pull your shirt over your head. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but hands darted out to grab yours before you had the chance to remove the fabric. 

“Wait a second, amor.” Rúben urged, stare caught on your swollen lips. He was screaming in his own head. 

You frowned “Rú, please. Fuck me.” 

The heavy slur of your words. The way your eyes couldn’t quite focus on him. The sway of your body, unable to keep balance even as you sat on the bed. You weren’t in your right mind. He should have known that from the moment you touched him. 

“Fuck.” Rúben cursed under his breath, the realization of what he was doing flooding through him. He took a step back, brushing his hand over his mouth “I- I can’t, amor. I’m sorry.” 

“But, Rúbenn..” you wined, grabbing at his arms and pulling yourself back to your feet. Your lips connected with his neck again and he had to stifle a moan before it came out. His hands set carefully on your shoulders in an effort to push you away. He couldn’t do this to you, not like this. 

Your lips came back to his own and Rúben pulled away reluctantly. It killed him to do so, tore at his chest in every painful way imaginable, but he did it. 

“Not like this, baby.” he urged and pushed softly against your shoulders, keeping you at a distance. Your eyes searched his, confusion evident across your features “Not now, maybe later..” 

“Why don’t you lie down, for now, hm?” Rúben gestured towards the bed. You followed his gaze and nodded slowly. All of your energy seemed to drain away in an instant. He had to nearly carry you to the side of the bed. Lifting the covers and tucking two pillows under your head to aid in the dizziness, Rúben helped to tuck you in. A warm smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you closed your eyes, just barely visible, enough so that he would have missed it if he wasn’t watching you so closely. 

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. A couple pain relievers and a glass of water by your bedside were left for you. He changed into some comfy clothes and joined you to bed, plopping down with a heavy sigh. His fingers brushed up at his lips, the sensation of you still tingling there. 

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Corset-Trained

HEY YALL!!! comes back after like 2 weeks and drops this. hgnhg small waist Sanji gives me brain worms (they do the same to Zoro trust) so have this fic about it!!1111!!!!! It's also up on my Ao3 if you wanna view it there!! okay buckle in children ~~~~~~~~~~~

Sanji loves dressing nice. 

Ever since he was old enough to fit in them, he’d never step foot outside without at least a dress shirt on. The constant dressing up was more of an insecurity problem than anything, when he was younger. 

Coming back from Momoiro, Sanji’s learned a lot more about himself than he anticipated - now he just wears suits ‘cause they look really good on him. Sanji has a nice figure. He knows he does. He keeps lean because of the way he fights, and the three-pieces he wears do wonders for showing off his legs. 

When he feels like it, he’ll even put on a corset underneath his button-down sometimes. he’s noticed that it’s gotten easier to put them on in the mornings the longer he wears them, and he doesn’t necessarily mind his waist getting smaller with time.

Looks like someone else noticed too.

~o0o~

For some context, It starts when his crew finally reunites.

Reuniting in Sabaody surrounded by the crewmates he’s missed for so long feels so rejuvenating. Everybody’s laughing, gossiping, and he feels home again, for the first time in two years. 

Everyone’s almost here, besides the marimo - lost in transit, Sanji guesses. Luffy’s already complaining about his empty stomach, whining for Sanji to make him something

Sanji prepares to kick the idiot in the head, when suddenly the ground shakes.

He looks over to the commotion, and finds two halves of a ship crashing into the shoreline. Unfortunately he has a lucky guess as to what - or rather, who - caused this.

“Shit,” Sanji mutters. Why is it always something with that algae-headed fool?

As it turns out, Sanji was right. upon returning to Sabaody (without his eye, might he add), Zoro had somehow arrived first and proceeded to get himself lost on a completely different ship. Instead of getting off and looking for his crew like a normal person, he cleaved the entire thing in two to ‘get to shore faster’. 

“It’s been two years, and you’re still as much of an idiot as the last time i saw you, marimo.” Sanji huffs, pulling said marimo by his ear towards the Sunny. 

On the contrary, Zoro has not said a word since Sanji picked him up from the ruins of the ship he destroyed. It’s a little concerning, considering all the pair really do is bicker when they’re together.

Sanji turns around briefly to examine the man he’s dragging behind him. “are you even paying attention to me, or has all the algae on your head clogged up your ears?”

Zoro stumbles over his words before he splutters something something about Sanji’s collar being wrinkly, which the other man knows is a lie (because he steamed his button down this morning…)

Even so, Sanji narrows his eyes at the green-haired idiot before feeling around the collar of his shirt just in case. “No it’s not, you idiot!” He hisses, and flicks Zoro on the side of the head, and they fall into their usual banter as they head back to the rest of the crew. 

Every time he looks back at Zoro to deliver a scathing remark, though, he swears something’s…off about the other. He leaves it be for the time being, hoping it’ll resolve itself.

~o0o~

It does not resolve itself, unfortunately for Sanji.

Everyone boards the Sunny joyfully, the ship exploding in laughter as they make their hasty escape from Sabaody. They settle back onto the ship in a matter of hours, and it’s like they never left.

A few days later, Sanji finishes up stocking up the galley’s storage room earlier than he expected, so he makes smoothies for the crew as a sort of welcome-back gift. He leaves his jacket in the galley because it’s pretty sunny where they are right now.

As he bustles around the ship and hands the drinks out to the crew, he feels a set of eyes boring into his back from the edge of the ship. It seems the marimo’s developed a staring problem - ironic, seeing(HA!) that the man is missing an eye.

When he comes around to deliver Zoro’s plain matcha, Zoro’s eyes are closed and he acts like he wasn’t staring a hole directly between Sanji’s shoulder blades the whole time the blond was on deck. Sanji pauses to study the other man for a moment, wondering if Zoro knows his fluttering eyelashes betray the fact that he’s awake.

“Hey. Hey, you lazy fuck!” Sanji kicks at Zoro’s shoulder, careful not to jostle the drink he has in his hand.

“ What? ” Zoro snaps, his eye snapping open.

Sanji crouches down to place the drink next to him, and levels Zoro with a suspicious glare; like trying to say ‘ you’re not slick ’, but telepathically. 

Zoro seems to realize what’s gong on, and instead of answering he takes an obnoxiously long (and fucking loud) sip as he stares the blonde down with a blank face. 

Blue stares into gray (were Zoro’s lashes always that long?) as Sanji tries to puzzle out what exactly is going on with the marimo. The longer he stares, the more he notices Zoro’s eyes creeping downwards, and the blush materializing on Zoro’s (and subsequently, his own) face, and Sanji looks away because what the fuck ? Is he? Doing that for?!

Sanji straightens up with a huff, trying to cover his embarrassment as he scuttles back to the galley.

When he looks outside the window after a few minutes of calming himself down, he sees the swordsman looking down at his hands, doing…something. He’s cupping both hands into a C-shape and putting them closer and farther apart like he’s gauging something.

What a fucking weirdo , Sanji thinks, and tries to preoccupy himself with something else in the galley.

~o0o~

It all comes to a head one night a week after.

Sanji’s washing dishes after dinner, the rest of the crew presumably settled down and tucked into bed. He’s frantically scrubbing ketchup crust off one of his favorite plates when he hears the door crack open.

“Luffy, you’re not-” Sanji turns around, expecting to defend the fridge with his life - and it’s not Luffy.

Instead, It’s Zoro, who hasn’t come into the galley to steal booze in like… a while. There goes Sanji’s hopes that he might’ve broken that habit.

“Oh,” Sanji says, while the other man stands awkwardly in the doorway. “You’re more welcome in here than he is, I guess.” He nods to the chair, gesturing for Zoro to sit as he turns back around to continue washing dishes.

Zoro sits, evident by the scraping of the chair. “Don’t go looking through my cabinets, marimo,” Sanji quips, “I’ll get you a bottle as soon as I’m done.”

Zoro grunts an affirmative from behind him, and Sanji finishes washing up the last few cups and shit before wiping his hands off and heading towards the wine cabinet.

Sanji feels Zoro’s eyes on him as he bends down to reach for a bottle of rum, and here’s where things start to spiral.

Sanji decides this is the perfect time to have a talk . So, he sets down two glasses on the table where Zoro is sitting, and fills each to the brim before slamming the bottle down derisively.

“Okay,” Sanji starts. “I know you’re a man of few words, or whatever, but you really gotta start talking. Now.”

Zoro snorts into his drink, setting it down before speaking. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, like the smug shit he is.

“Yes you do.”

“Nope. I don’t.”

“You’re fucking insufferable, you know that?” Sanji gripes, taking a long sip from his glass. “Let me lay it out for you. You either tell me what’s going on, or, stop staring at me before i take out your other eye, asshole.”

Zoro stares resolutely at the table, picking up his glass of rum and mumbling something into the rim without making eye contact with the man across from him.

“What’s that, marimo?”

“I just wanted to see something,” the green-haired man says, a little louder this time.

“Well, if it was that simple, you could’ve just asked.” Sanji shrugs. “Stop being weird about it.”

Sanji hears something faintly like 'no, I couldn’t have' from the marimo before he sighs in resignation and gets up. “Cook, stand up.”

Sanji is confused. “What? Why?”

One of Zoro’s hands move to pinch the bridge of his nose. “This is me asking! Just…do it.”

Oh, so that’s where this is going. “Marimo, even without my shoes on, I’m still taller than you.”

“Okay, whatever, come closer.” Zoro says, still managing to look anywhere but Sanji’s eyes.

Sanji expects a hand at his forehead to, you know, measure height. Instead, Zoro does that weird C- shape he’s been doing with his hands all week, and Sanji feels a warmth around his midsection through the light blue dress shirt he has on.

Zoro’s staring with half-lidded eyes at something and Sanji follows his gaze lower, as they both look at the tan hands resting around his waist. 

Zoro’s thumbs touch - no, they overlap - where they rest above Sanji’s navel, and oh, oh .

The two stand there, stock still, in complete silence, and Sanji can't help the fast beating of his heart as his mind conjures up the image of those firm, calloused hands touching there without the stiff cotton in between -

The silence in the galley is broken by the drip of liquid, and Sanji belatedly realizes it’s coming from him as a splat of red falls onto Zoro’s hands.

“ Hoooo-ly shit, ” Zoro whispers, and, yeah, holy shit is right, because this has unlocked something in Sanji that he was very unprepared for.

Sanji snaps out of whatever fucking trance he was in and frantically tries to save his shirt, moving to get a paper towel from the counter (and mourning the loss of Zoro’s palms touching his waist). “Fuck, fuck! ” Sanji dabs at the stain on the front of his shirt, but to no avail. He settles for wiping his face clean instead.

When Sanji turns around to face him, The marimo is staring at him with wide eyes and the deepest flush Sanji thinks he’s ever had. “Okay, okay.” This is fine , Sanji thinks, and takes the opportunity to stride up to the table they were sitting at and down not only his rum, but Zoro’s as well. 

He coughs as the liquid goes down his throat, and he kind of regrets doing that, but he needs the courage (and the chance he won’t remember this tomorrow). 

“Cook-”

Sanji holds up a hand. “Don’t - don’t say anything.” Zoro falls silent.

He takes a deep breath in, collecting himself before he speaks.“Is that a thing? For you?.”

“Well, I mean-”

“Answer the goddamn question.” 

“Yeah, I guess,” Zoro admits, his tone more confused than anything now.

“So,” Sanji calmly says, “Would you be open-”

“Are you propositioning me-” 

Yes. “I swear to god , Zoro.”

He seems to get the message, swallowing thickly before nodding once. Great.

“Good,” Sanji sighs, unbuttoning the two topmost buttons on his dress shirt. “Then, you mind doing that again?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

errmmmmm i hate beta reading so there might be a buncha mistakes in here please lmk if you spot one!! anyway these two are my little meow meows i cant stop writing about them.

[4-linz]

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Pairing: wooyoung x y/n

Genre: fluff, chaotic fluff lol

Warnings: some cursing(I gotta stay minimal with it tho bc I write these on my school comp 😭) , wooyoung is kinda panicking lol, wooyoung is called an attention whore but in a good way pls dont hate me 😭 ,reader is called ning like 3 times , grammar might not be correct I'm tired lol, I think that's it

Summary: wooyoung is confused on how you got into his heart, he never told anyone about his mental list he made, not even san so that should say something, so how did you do it? Was its on purpose to mess with him? Or on accident

Wc. 1.69k

A/n I wanted to write and I had just reread @yuyusuyu princess chronicles and I wanted to do something similar with wooyoung :) pls I'm dieing I h8 using ppls ideas but I'm in writers block and I need to write rn 😭 so creds to @yuyusuyu for the idea lol I hope this is good cuz I luv her work and I don't wanna ruin her reputation lol I also have a feeling this is gonna be a short fic bc again I'm in writers block and that's all i can take rn lolz

Wooyoung never thought he could find a relationship that was near the thing he and san had going on (even san doesnt know whats happening tbh), but here we are, you slowly winning over his heart. How? He doesn't know. He has a very very very very very- i can keep going but what i mean is he has a very secret procedure that even san doesnt know about, but it's a way you can take over his love life, so you somehow slowly completing the 5 steps was very concerning.

Step 1. Treat him like royalty

Well you don't have to bow down and worship him but you just have to treat him him like the mona lisa, praise him- and maybe worship him, he likes to be praised and feel noticed-attention whore is his middle name after all- so when you walk into the room with him and everyone else and you notice him first and COMPLIMENT HIM AND ONLY HIM?!?! He was feeling a little lightheaded, “ oh hi woo! I like your hair, it looks different! In a good way of course-” you said slightly rambling at the end “ oh- um yea… i um-” he stumbled out “ i uh WASHED IT, yea, yea i washed it." He said trying to redeem himself and act cool because seonghwa was looking at him weird. “ for once you washed it” san said scoffing, without him knowing- or did he? San had saved him from an awkward situation “HEY i do wash my hair thank you very much” he said huffing, pouting but quickly opening his eyes when he heard you laugh.

Step 2. Find him funny

(or just try to laugh at his ridiculous jokes)

The sound of your laughter filled his dorm, san had left to go out with Seonghwa, leaving him alone and so of course he invited you just so he could hang out with his now crush for a movie night!! Why else would he invite you over…?He found himself in a trance listening to your laughs, they sounded like music to his ears, literally he was listening to the rhythm in your laughs and thought they sounded so much like you, the beat matched your personality. ‘ wooyoung stop that's weird, and nothing like you.’ he said when he came out of his little bubble when ever he heard your voice tinted with worry as your friend was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face and was very silent, which was very concerning given its wooyoung. The look of worry on your face made his heart flutter, where you really worried for him…? ‘ shit im fucked’ he thought

Stept 3. Worry/care for him

“ wooyoung? Are you in there?” your voice sounding small compared to the yelp wooyoung let out upon hearing your voice in his dorm.” OW SHIT, ning is that you?!” he yelped, he had hurt his leg and couldn't attend practice, him not being there worried you given he had always been there, so you went to his dorm. “Woo what were you thinking laying on the edge of the couch,be careful you could hurt yourself more if you do that?!” You said scolding him lightly,the worry in your face very clear,” you didn't hurt yourself more did you?, here let me get you some food so you don't have to walk.” wooyoung hoped you didn't notice the slight blush on his face when you lifted his chin forcefully checking to see if he hurt his face during the fall. “ Goddammit, step 3 , 2 more to go and I'm done for..” he mumbled “ did you say something?” you said, peaking your head out of the other room. “ OH-UM-NO '' he quickly said, hoping you don't suspect anything and hoping you truly had not heard anything he said.

Step 4. Being rough with him.

(do i really ahve to explain?)

Wooyoung's heart fluttered when you cupped his face and moved it left to right to see if he had hurt his face, he had fallen trying to learn how to skate. He had failed horribly but that's not what mattered right now, what mattered was you were holding his face. “ Wooyoung, I told you, you have to be more careful” you said with a slight pout, worried about your best friend. You had to put your whole body strength into helping him up because he was so zoned out all his body weight was on the floor. But the words that snapped him out of his little trance were enough to heal him right then and there “ when we get home do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

Step 5. Physical affection.

“Ninggg hurry up and bring the popcorn” wooyoung shouted, he had been alone in his and sans dorn because apparently san couldn't deal with wooyoung's ramblings about you so he left with seonghwa, of well at least that means he can invite you over more right? Wrong, this is the first time in weeks he's invited you over because he couldn't muster up the courage to ask you.” I'm right here..?” you said laughing when he turned around and saw you, his eyes widened in amazement on how you could find that much popcorn in his house, where it came from? No idea he's been trying to find popcorn for a month and has found none so how did you find some? No clue, but he didn't really care as his heart picked up when you sat very close to him. Very close.and his heart picked up even more realizing you two were watching a scary movie. He could be your knight in shining armor and hold you close when you got scared. Well you ended up holding him like he's a baby but that didn't matter to him even though he's going to be very embarrassed later. What mattered right now to him was trying to calm his heart, from the jumpscares and the fact that you two were there cuddling?! Mostly the first option , but hey those things were scary, don't judge>:(

Another time he found himself in this situation was on his birthday, wooyoung and you tangled up in each other limbs, the others where getting the place ready so of course you offered to keep him busy while the others fixed up the dorm for him, so you invited him over, which he couldn't say no to you. He was laying on you the couch and you were running your hands through his hair, which in hindsight helped him alot with what he was going to ask you. You had single handedly finished all 5 steps without knowing? Or maybe you did know? He doesn't know but he needs to ask you about it. It's been eating him alive for the past week. He knows he shouldn't ask on his birthday because what if you say no? But he couldn't wait because, what if you say yes? No birthday present could top that. Here he goes, his heart racing he manages to strangle out a “ hey ning…? “ ew he thought, why did it sound like that, he was cringing until he heard you say back “ yes? Did you need something?” you smiling down at him calmed him down a lot more than he thought “ can i ask you something?” he took a deep breath “ of course, anything woo” you laid your phone down to put all attention on him, still playing with his hair. “ i um- do you um “ he stuttered “ dammit” he said sitting up “ is there something wrong wooyoung?” concern filling your face “ i like you. Like I ‘like like’ you.” he said getting it out there, but before you could say anything he continued “ and i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime…?” he couldn't look you in the face because he felt like he would explode. For real he was holding his breath for so long he felt like he was going to burst. “ woo i-” you giggled and he turned around ready to be faced with rejection. “ of course i will” you cupped his face and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He looked like a lost puppy, eyes wide and frozen in shock “ wait you- you like me to?” ugh he sounded like a 2nd grader finding out their crush likes them back. “ Of course I do woo, who wouldn't love you?” you giggled at the end. Just as wooyoung went to speak he got interrupted by your phone going off saying it was time to bring him back to the dorm for his surprise.

Hwa: hey were done over here if you wanna bring him back

You: okay! But warn san if he's coming back to stay with wooyoung lol

Hwa: oh good lord

Smiling at yourself you took him by the hand and told him you two where going back to his dorm for something.Lets just say he went back to the dorm holding your hand and he was the happiest birthday boy in the world. But wooyoung had one more question before he went back to the dorm "wait so did you know about the list or not?" He questioned you "what list?" You questioned back "wait so your telling me you completed a whole goddammit list without knowing it ever even existed?!" He squealed out "Oops" you shrugged and laughed

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hoax (Nikolai Lantsov x Reader) - Prologue

Title: hoax - prologue

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Reader

Warnings: Language, death, violence

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: When Sturmhond stumbles across a Kerch pirate ship transporting stolen Ravkan goods, he takes it upon himself to confront the captain only to bind himself faced with a potential ally or yet another adversary.

Author’s Note: Hi! it’s me again coming to you with yet another Shadow and Bone fic. This is one I’ve had in my brain for quite some time and it will follow the canon storyline (not completely of course but for the most part). Nikolai is one of my favorite character of all time so I really really hope that I did him justice with this. I hope you enjoy! If you have any requests, please feel free to send them in! I write for all of the grishaverse characters pretty much. Sorry for such a long authors note. I hope you enjoy!

Nikolai smiled and nodded with apparent approval. His years of diplomatic training were finally paying off, his years of pretending to listen in on meetings with foreign ambassadors when he was younger had prepared him for these types of situations. Though, he imagined his parents meant for it to be utilized in a more civilized setting. The issue came in with the fact that Nikolai was many things: he was an excellent shot, dashingly handsome even as a ruddy pirate, and perhaps a tad bit egotistical at times, in an endearing way, of course; but he wasn’t stupid. It was quite obvious to the privateer that the fellow captain was lying. He didn’t even need Tolya or Tamar to confirm.

The Kerch captain seemed to be blind to Nikolai’s insincerity, because he kept rambling.He had to admit, he was good. If it was anyone other than Nikolai, they might have fallen for the falsehoods that were spewing out of his mouth, but Nikolai knew better. The goods on his ship were Ravkan, stolen from a Ravkan trade ship on its way to Novyi Zem. Nikolai had been trying to entertain the conversation long enough to find out if the captain (whose name still hadn’t been divulged, and he didn’t care enough to ask) was working with a larger coalition plotting against the Lantsov throne. The more he spoke, the less likely Nikolai found that scenario. This captain was working only for himself, which was wonderful news. He’d like to set sail as quickly as possible. The dark grey clouds looming overhead indicated that they would be in for quite the trip back to Os Kervo.

Tamar was standing to his side, fingers tight around the handles of her beloved axes. He was right. He was lying. Her demeanor told him everything he already knew. That the captain was lying and that he was going to try and ambush them to escape. Tolya had a grip on his blade as well. Neither one of them needed the weapons–they could simply rip the air from someone's lungs with just a few movements of their hands–but they always did have a flair for the dramatic. Something that he most definitely had no experience with.

“There’s no need to be hostile.” The captain held up his hands in a mock surrender, a chuckle escaping from his throat. “We’re just having a casual conversation.”

Nikolai gripped his pistol in the holster on his side. He was slightly offended that the captain actually thought that he didn’t know what was going on–despite that it was what he’d intended. He’d hoped that his reputation had preceded him enough that the captain would’ve tried a little bit harder. This was amateur work, and since Nikolai had gathered that this particular captain was well-experienced in the art of stolen goods, it was because he thought that it would fool Nikolai–Sturmhond.

The captain’s eyes flickered to the crow’s nest where Nikolai could just barely make out two figures. At least one was a heartrender, he presumed. They were stationed there to snuff the life out of him if things went awry. He figured that the one closest to him was a decoy, that way they wouldn’t know which one the true heartrender was and that they would assume incorrectly. That’s what he would do. They just didn’t realize that Nikolai had two heartrenders of his own.

Nikolai shifted his weight, maintaining his aura of confidence–though it wasn’t hard. He was quite certain that even though this crew was experienced, that he could take all of them on his own if necessary, but he had Tolya and Tamar with him.

“Really? Seems your men didn’t get the message. I don’t usually keep heartrenders on hand for a conversation.” Nikolai gestured to the crow’s nest. “You know, communication between a captain and his crew is key in running a successful business venture. I might suggest trying some trust exercises to really make sure that you’re on the same page.”

He couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t enjoy the panic that flickered over the captain’s face. “They’re only there as a precaution. I’m sure you understand the need for such matters as a captain yourself.”

“Of course, though I do wonder why such precautions would be necessary if you just intended to have a casual conversation, as you put it.” Nikolai wondered aloud, though he didn’t really wonder. He knew. He was going to try and take over his ship too. Over his dead body. “See, what I think is that you wanted to get caught by the dashingly handsome Sturmhond. The only thing that leaves me quite puzzled is why. Do you plan to kill me? Take my ship? Tell all of your pirate buddies that you fought Sturmhond and won?” Nikolai clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Many men have tried to do the same, and yet none have succeeded. Why do you think that is?”

“Probably because you talked them to death,” the captain scoffed, sweat forming at his brow. Another lesson in diplomatic training. How to talk for long periods of time making people believe that it’s about something important, but really nothing of any value was said. It was strange. There didn’t seem to be much difference between pirates and political figures, but that rabbit hole was for another time.

“Good guess, but no.” Nikolai shook his head. “It’s because I don’t let my crew do my dirty work for me.” He lowered his voice. “If you want that ship, you’re going to have to kill me for it, and I assure you I won’t make it easy.”

“I’ve killed much stronger men for less,” he sneered.

Nikolai couldn’t hold in the bout of laughter that erupted. While he was aware that there were much stronger men than him out there, he just couldn’t imagine that he’d killed them considering he wasn’t smart enough to notice what Nikolai was really playing at. “I’m sure. And were those much stronger men the ones that you smuggled these goods from?”

“I’m not wasting any more time with this.” The captain raised his hand slightly–a signal to his grisha to stop his heart right then and there. Nikolai waited patiently, but as he already suspected, nothing happened. While Nikolai was busy monologuing, Tolya had discreetly dropped their pulses. His grisha were taking a nice long nap, which meant that they could go ahead and wrap this up in a nice little bow. Surely, he wasn’t dumb enough to actually try and fight him on his own.

Tamar couldn’t suppress a smirk from playing on her lips, and Nikolai had to admit, he was having a hard time doing so as well.

“You don’t make your crew do your dirty work, eh?” The captain raised his eyebrows.

“They just made it a fair fight. I told you, if you want my ship, you’ll have to kill me for it. What I meant was that you would have to kill me for it, so if you’d like to try, go ahead, or you can hand over the goods you stole and we’ll call it a day; though I’d like to get this over with quick. There’s somewhere I need to be, so make up your mind quickly.”

“Why you little–” The captain’s sentence was cut short. He clutched his chest and fell to the deck, blood trickling from his lips. Nikolai frowned. Tolya and Tamar were right beside him and they hadn’t moved, awaiting his orders.

“Did you?” Tamar looked at Tolya who shook his head.

“No, but it was a heartrender.”

Nikolai glanced around the ship once more, trying to find a sign of another ship or crew. The Kerch’s grisha were down and they were the only others on the boat. Was it someone on the Kerch’s crew? Why would they want him dead?

“There’s no one else around.” Tamar stated, though her grip hadn’t loosened on her weapons.

“We have to assume the worst,” Nikolai warned. “If there is another heartrender on the ship, then I’m sure they aren’t happy with us, so stay sharp.”

“There’s no need. My qualms aren’t with you.” A girl stepped into view from the captain’s quarters. He hadn’t even realized the door was open. She looked to be around his age–seventeen or eighteen.

She stepped over the dead captain, standing in front of them, clearly not afraid. Nikolai grabbed his pistol, Tamar and Tolya wielding their respective weapons as well. It was no use. Had she wanted him dead, she wouldn’t have come out. She could have easily had the three of them down in seconds. No this was a personal vendetta against the captain.

“Why?” Tamar asked.

“So that I can get off of this stupid fucking boat.”

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Alcina finds out Y/N is an age regressor fic

This was a wonderful paid commission request by @tomboyab and they were kind enough to share! This one is about about Alcina finding out that Y/N age regresses. She supports them and even builds them a nursery. Let’s get into it!

Alcina is a woman of great elegance and poise. She is most certainly feared by many, but loved dearly by you and the girls.

One day, while cleaning up in your shared bedroom, she stumbled upon a stray pacifier lying on the floor. At first, she was confused and wondered where such an object could have come from. However, as she continued to clean up, she found more unusual items: diapers, bottles, and stuffed animals were scattered and hidden throughout the room. She was shocked, but remained calm and decided to just  ask you what you knew about it. 

When you returned to the room, Alcina gently sat you down on the side of the bed. She sort of had an idea of what might be going on, but she hated to make assumptions. She just wanted to hear what you needed to tell her. “Darling, can you explain this to me?” She asked, holding up the pacifier she had found.

You cleared your throat in discomfort. “Alcina, I have to tell you something,” You said nervously as you sat down on the bed. “I know you found some things in the room, and I need to explain.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “I… I kind of… Age regress…” You say. “It’s a way for me to cope with stress and anxiety. Sometimes I just need to escape from the real world and be little for a while.”

You looked down, feeling ashamed as you added, “But… I’m scared to tell people about it. I’ve been rejected before and it just makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.”

You paused, waiting for Alcina’s response. When she didn’t immediately say anything, you continued, “I know it might seem weird, but it’s just a part of who I am. And I hope you can accept that.”

You looked up at her, searching for any sign of judgment. But instead, you saw understanding and compassion in her eyes. “Draga, I want you to know that I accept you for who you are, no matter what,” She said firmly. “You don’t have to be afraid of sharing this part of yourself with me. In fact, I want you to feel comfortable expressing yourself in any way you need to.” She held out her arms to you.

You felt a weight lift off your shoulders as you leaned into her embrace, feeling safe and loved. Alcina’s acceptance and understanding made you feel like you could finally be yourself without fear of being ridiculed.

Alcina had seen how stressed and anxious you could get, and it made her heart ache to see you suffer. The fact that people have made you feel bad about your age regression in the past makes her angry. She only wants the best for you. “Draga, I’m so proud of you for sharing this with me,” She said softly, taking your hand in hers and kissing your head. “If you need someone to take care of you, to be your mommy, I’m willing to do that for you.” She told you. It… Actually really touched her to learn this about you. She had always been a maternal person and this might be a good way for her to express herself too.

You looked up at her, surprised by her offer. “You… You would do that for me?” You ask, completely awestruck by her words.

“Of course, my darling,” She said with a smile. “I want you to feel safe and loved, and if being little is a way for you to do that, then I’m more than happy to help.”

Your eyes welled up with tears. This is all you had ever wanted.

Alcina chuckled sadly. “Aww, it’s okay, my darling. Mommy loves you.” She told you and kissed your cheek.

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Over the next few days, Alcina showed you just how serious she was about being your mommy.

At first, you felt a little self-conscious about the whole thing. You had never had anyone care for you like this before, and it felt strange to be so vulnerable. 

But Alcina was patient and gentle, helping you feel more comfortable with each passing day.

You really took a leap of faith when you let her change your diaper for the first time.

“Alright, draga,” Alcina said as she laid you down on the changing table, “Mommy’s going to change your diaper now.”

You looked up at her with wide eyes, feeling a little nervous. You had never had anyone change your diaper before, but Alcina’s reassuring smile made you feel more at ease.

“I’ve got you, baby,” She said with sincerity.

You trust her, so you give her a little nod, signaling that she can continue.

Alcina actually chokes up a bit at how much you demonstrate your love for her. It means so much that you allow her to see you like this and it’s an honor. She unsnapped the onesie you were wearing and gently lifted your legs, sliding the wet diaper out from underneath you. 

You couldn’t help but squirm a little as the cool air hit your sensitive skin.

Alcina chuckled softly. “It’s okay, draga. Mommy’s almost done,” She said as she wiped you clean with a warm wipe.

You watched as she expertly fastened the fresh diaper around your waist, making sure it was snug but not too tight. She pulled your onesie back down and snapped it closed.

“All done!” She said with a smile, lifting you up and cradling you against her chest. “How does that feel, baby?”

You blushed a little, feeling a mix of embarrassment and comfort from the whole experience. “Good, mommy,” You said softly, snuggling into Alcina’s embrace.

Alcina smiled down at you. She felt a sense of pride at being able to care for you in this way. “I’m so glad, draga. Mommy will always be here to take care of you,” She said as she held you close.

Alcina also had a big surprise in the works for you. She had been building you a nursery in one of the castle’s unused rooms, decorating it with stuffed animals and brightly colored toys. She bought you multiple pacifiers and a sippy cup to use when you were little. 

She carried you in to see the progress she was making on the nursery about halfway into the process. “What do you think, draga?” She asked and cradled you close, talking to you gently.

Your eyes widened adorably as you looked at everything. You giggled and cooed happily, too little to verbalize but clearly excited.

Alcina chuckled. “I’m so glad you like it, my love,” She said.

A stuffed bear immediately caught your attention and you reached out for it.

Alcina gasped playfully at you. “Do you want this, baby?” She asked and bent down to pick it up and offer it to you.

You squeal and take the bear, chewing on its ear.

“Well, it seems we have a new favorite toy,” Alcina remarked and grinned as she ran her fingers through your hair. She can’t believe you’re all hers to love. You’re so precious. 

She sat down on a nearby rocking chair and gently bounced you in her arms.

You soon yawned from her actions and Alcina patted your back. “You take a nice rest, draga. Mommy will feed you when you wake up,” She promised and kissed your cheek.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing began to even out.

Alcina hummed softly and her voice lulled you to sleep.

Alcina loved to feed you. She learned a lot of recipes so that she could make her own baby food for you. It’s just another way for her to nurture you.

Early on into this new arrangement, you couldn’t help but feel a little fussy as she fed you one day. The process was new to you and you were still adjusting to the idea of being taken care of in this way. You started to whine and wiggle, feeling a little overwhelmed by the experience.

Alcina immediately noticed your discomfort and paused in her task of spooning your food. She looked at you with concern in her eyes and gently placed a hand under your chin to try and soothe you.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, draga,” She cooed softly. “Mommy’s here, and she’s going to take good care of you.”

You looked up at her with watery eyes, feeling a little embarrassed about getting so worked up. 

But Alcina didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, she found it endearing. She is so proud that she can calm you. “It’s okay to be fussy, little one,” she said with a gentle smile. “You’re just getting used to everything. Mommy’s here to help you feel better.” She started to stroke your chin in a soothing motion, humming a soft melody to help calm you down. 

You gradually started to relax under her touch, feeling safe and loved in her arms.

As she finished feeding you, Alcina gave you a warm, affectionate smile. “All better now, draga?” she asked.

You giggle and nod your head at her. You’re so grateful for her love and attention.

Alcina quickly commissioned lots of clothes from Donna, always making sure to request items in your favorite colors and with characters you love.

You are becoming spoiled, but Alcina wouldn’t have it any other way. All she wants to do is take care of you and make you happy. In fact, she’s actually started spending less time at family meetings and conducting other business because she just feels a need to be close to you at all times now. You are her baby and she needs you just as much as you need her.

About a week after Alcina showed you the nursery for the first time, it is finally done. The walls are painted with soft but fun patterns and you feel so cherished.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening. Alcina had been so loving towards you. You had never felt so cared for and safe in your life.

As you looked around the nursery, you couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed by everything. It was like a dream come true, and you couldn’t believe that Alcina had gone to so much trouble for you. The crib caught your attention, and you pointed at it.

“Let’s take a look, shall we, baby?” She asked. She set you down in front of it and you began running your hands over the soft blankets and pillows. 

It was much larger than any crib you had ever seen before, but it was the perfect size for you.

“Do you like it, draga?” She asked, reaching down and rubbing your hair.

You turned to her, feeling a bit shy. “Yeah, mommy,” You said softly.

She smiled at you, her eyes full of warmth and love. “I’m so glad you like it, my little one,” She said, and ran her fingers along your face.

You leaned into her touch, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. It was like everything was going to be okay now that you had Alcina by your side.

“Would you like to try it out?” Alcina asked, gesturing to the crib.

You felt a bit nervous, but you were also curious. It had been a long time since you had slept in a crib, and you wondered if it would feel as comforting as it had when you were younger.

Alcina picked you up and put you in, tucking you in with blankets and pillows. She gave you a pacifier to suck on, and you felt your stress and worries melt away as you relaxed into the softness of the crib. 

Just knowing that Alcina was with you made you feel so secure. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open if you tried.

Alcina sat beside the crib, watching you with a smile on her face. “Sleep well, my little one,” She said softly, and then she leaned down to kiss your forehead.

You dreamt of her, as you often did. It’s funny that even the dream version of her can bring you so much comfort.

Alcina is the best mommy you could have asked for. You love her so much.

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˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚Winter Countdown To The New Year Challenge˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

Below you will find 31 headcanon questions/prompts for the winter season, one for each day of December. For multimuse blogs, feel free to pick a different muse every day or just do one muse for the whole month! If you enjoy the challenge, make sure to tag some friends or reblog this post to spread it! I hope everyone has a safe, warm winter! This was inspired by @mimis-memes' Halloween Countdown Challenge!

1. Do they get cold easily? What method do they use to get warm the quickest?

2. Does your muse enjoy playing in the snow? Can they build a snowman? Make snowballs? Do they make snow angels or forts?

3. Does your muse enjoy dressing for the season? If they have pets, do they dress them up?

4. What is their favorite hot drink?

5. Write an open starter in which your muse answers the door for another muse in the middle of a blizzard.

6. Make a short (3-4 song) playlist for your muse in winter!

7. Is there anything about the winter season that they love? What about something that they can't stand?

8. Does your muse live in a place where the winters are brutal or more mild?

9. What is a color palette that your muse associates with winter?

10. Your muse has slipped and fallen on ice! Write a drabble or an open starter in which they need a little help.

11. Does your muse feel more giving or selfish during the winter holidays?

12. Would your muse bake cookies for the season? What's their favorite kind?

13. What is your muse's winter comfort food? Why do they like it so much?

14. Create a winter-themed moodboard for your muse!

15. Your muse has walked under the mistletoe! Write a drabble or open starter for this!

16. Does your muse get sick easily? What's their general health like? Does that change in the winter?

17. Is your muse very active in the winter or do they prefer to stay inside where it's warm? Why?

18. What is a good winter memory for your muse? What about a bad one?

19. Does your muse have a winter routine? What is it?

20. If your muse stumbled upon a cryptid/supernatural creature during the winter months, what would it be? How would that meeting go? Write a drabble/short exchange!

21. What kind of gifts make your muse happiest?

22. What is the most important gift your muse has received? What about the lousiest?

23. Does your muse like to watch holiday movies? Do they have a favorite? What is it?

24. Does your muse celebrate any winter holidays?

25. Does your muse have any New Year's traditions? If so, what are they? If not, what might convince them to start?

26. Does your muse believe in fortune-telling? Would they get their fortune told for the New Year?

27. What is your muse looking forward to most next year?

28. What are your muse's New Year resolutions? Do they usually stick to them or give up?

29. What was your muse's last year like? Would they change anything if they could?

30. Write a drabble/short fic in which your muse does something cozy during a snowstorm.

31. Create a moodboard for your muse's New Year's Eve!

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hello! I love your recs so much, and have found some of my most favorite drarry fics and characterizations through your lists :)

I think I want to write my first drarry fic and it will include them as parents (of scorp and teddy) but I haven’t read any next gen canon (bc jkr avoidance) and have only occasionally encountered scorp and teddy in fic.

I’m wondering if you have any recommendations for fic that you think do a great job with the characterizations of Scorpius and Teddy so I can do them justice without checking out the source material!! In what I want to write they’ll be early hogwarts age so like 11-14 or 15, but I’d also love to read them at other ages that will help me get a strong sense of who they are. Thank you so so much!!!

Hi anon! How exciting, I’m so happy that you’re getting ready to start your own fic! I hope you have lots of fun writing it. I admit that I haven’t read many kid fics (especially with little kids) but I do love Scorpius and Teddy as characters, so I’m sharing below some of my favourite characterizations in fic. Good luck with your fic, can’t wait to read it!

Kid/Teenager:

Dragon Wings and Flying Things by rillalicious (NR, 6k)

The Annual Broom Race of Sweden is headed through the Swedish Short-Snout dragon reservation. Charlie has arranged for Harry to bring Teddy. In the midst of all the excitement, Harry finds out that one of the most famous Dragonologists in recent history is someone very familiar.

A Hippogriff for Christmas by @xanthippe74 (G, 6.4k)

Draco is desperately trying to fulfill four-year-old Scorpius’ dearest wish for Christmas: a visit with a real Hippogriff. Harry is desperately trying to be left alone, safely tucked away from the attention of the wizarding world as Hogwarts’ Keeper of the Keys and Grounds. It might take more than a father’s persistence to convince Harry to help make Scorpius’ Christmas dream come true.

Our Ordinary Days by Lomonaaeren (M, 8.4k)

Two men, both fathers of sons, meet in a bookshop. And the rest is the kind of history that doesn't make history.

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (E, 11k)

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one.

The Strongest Affinity by eidheann (T, 17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined.

The Stars Above Us by 606, create_serenity (M, 19k)

It started as an innocent day out taking Teddy to visit the local observatory. Somehow it became so much more.

Young adult (Teddy):

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

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hiiii!! first of all I hope you’re doing good and resting a lot! secondly I adore your writings, your style is so good and since I love reading whatever your write I wanted to request a Zoro x F!reader (if you feel comfortable!) where the reader is part of the crew and beside being a great fighter is an exceptional singer, and Zoro has always had a soft spot for her but lately that has blossomed into a gut wrenching crush (reciprocated unbeknownst to him) and he’s particularly obsessed with her voice, believing she sounds like an angel, his mind tho wanders and sometimes thinks about less pure things, like how that voice would sound in a very different context, so one night after she sang for the crew before bed he just can’t stop himself and kisses her and the tension among them explodes, it’s your choice to decide how much NSFW you want to include, I will love it regardless. have a wonderful day 🫶🏻

hi angel ♡૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა♡ i am definitely trying to rest haha, thank you; make sure you're resting too! i also hope you're doing well 💕 i am so happy you enjoy my writing, and i also liked this request a lot so thank you! i tried not to make it too long, but it's zoro, yk, he's a mess.

2.5k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; there's fluff if you consider zoro not choking her as fluff, a tiny bit of angst, and smut obvy; feat. fingering, oral (m receiving), alcohol, fun stuff like mutual pining and whatnot; reader is a singer in this fic; my islander roots are showing, i wrote abt the heat again.

the air is stale, unbearable — the humidity absolutely infuriating, turning your skin sticky. when your crew stumbled upon the abandoned village, you never imagined the heat to trap you like this. normally, you can tolerate it, but for some reason you just can’t right now. you fan yourself tirelessly, waiting alongside nami and chopper as the others go to fetch water. 

your companions complain about the heat, both equally as miserable as you are, even as you sit in an empty house, away from any direct contact from the sun. you know you should preserve your energy, but a distraction might be what you all need. 

with your eyes closed, you steady your breath, the corners of your lips curling upward as you start to sing. it’s nothing complicated, the words are simple, a little melancholic — something you’ve hummed to yourself over the past few days — but it forces nami to scoot closer, and chopper to hop onto your lap to listen better. the dryness in your throat turns your pitch a little lower, tone raspier; your voice echoes around the room, tumbling out of the open windows, whirling around the street.

what should have been a fifteen minute trip, turns into a thirty minute one when luffy accidentally drops most of the water they collected — since he insisted on carrying it. zoro knew it was a bad idea, but he was so determined to get back that he hadn’t thought it through carefully. he waves off luffy’s half-assed apologies, walking back with the rest of the crew, senses sharp even as he jokes around with them. as they approach the village, your voice finds him first — curls delicately around his throat, choking him harder with each step he takes. 

maybe it’s the heat, maybe it’s the fact that missed the initial part of your performance, but rather than head inside of the house like the others, he hovers by the open window, opting to listen without the prying eyes of everyone else. he’s always been fond — more than fond, actually — of your singing, much more than he’s ever openly admitted. the vulnerability that accompanies that sort of confession is wholly too intimate for him; so he swallows down the urge, lets it fester until he can’t handle it anymore.

he’s at his breaking point and knows that somehow he’ll need to find a way to remedy this before it gets out of hand.

you open your eyes and smile sheepishly when your crew mates give you a round of applause; their words of encouragement warm you significantly, and when they pass around the water, you take a healthy sip from your glass.

perceptive as ever, you notice zoro’s absence, but have a feeling that he’s not too far away. from all the time you’ve spent with your crew mates, you’ve more or less become in tune with them. and it could be that the way you feel about zoro is much different than the way you feel about the others, but you’re acutely aware of his presence even when you don’t see him right away. so when he finally does make it inside, no amount of water can properly cool you off.

your crew mates chatter around you, their voices practically background noise as you sip more of the water. after placing the jug down, zoro lifts his shirt and uses it to wipe his face, hating the way the climate of the island has them sequestered for a bit. your grip loosens and the glass slips from your hand, shattering on the hard floor on impact, water splashing on your sandaled feet. he looks over at you, frowning at your clumsiness — it’s not like you, and while robin and sanji help you take care of the shards of glass, you try your best to not let your mushy thoughts add to your misery.

swallowing hard, you wave away the thought that made you drop the glass in the first place; and if zoro were to ask you what happened, you’d openly blame him. it was the way he boldly had his abs on display, without a care in the world, as you did your best to quench the heat that spread through you. in hindsight, you really should have looked away, spared yourself the embarrassment, and just let your imagination do its job. but no. you were curious, and more than that, hopeful.

for what exactly, you don’t know.

the rest of the afternoon is spent in leisure; you all explore another area of the island, combing through the vegetation and gathering any edible vegetables and fruits and carrying them back to the ship that’s docked on the coast. because luffy is insistent, sanji prepares dinner on the beach — which leads to a bonfire, which leads to a small party of sorts. it lasts a few hours, and you all pile back onto the sunny, sleepy and content. it’s brook who encourages you to sing another song, opting to bring out a guitar to accompany you.

silence descends on the deck as you sing another song for them — something sweet and light, but still manages to captivate them all the same. zoro included. he hangs on to every note, every change in pitch and tone, can tell that after spending the day in the heat, your voice is much breathier — sultry, even. he reminds himself that there’s nothing inherently sexual about the way you sing, but he thinks about what it would be like to hear you hit the same kinds of notes, in a more private, intimate setting. 

the thoughts plague him as you continue singing, so much that he paces a bit off to the side, hoping to burn off the excess energy that’s building up inside of him. a few minutes later, you finish the song and your crew mates head off to their respective beds — as if you sang them a lullaby and placed them under your spell. when you look around the deck, zoro is nowhere in sight; you walk around in search of him, and see that a dim light is on in the kitchen. you figure he probably went to get another drink, and since you’re not exactly tired, you decide to join him.

the whiskey burns, but still can’t shake the way your singing haunts him — infiltrating his thoughts at all hours of the day, distracting him even when you fight alongside each other in battle, it’s all very obnoxious and unnecessary. he’s so enmeshed in his pity-party, that he hardly notices your presence until your arm touches his. 

“you’re getting better at that,” he says cheekily before pouring another glass of whiskey.

it’s not often that zoro compliments people, so you take his words seriously and cherish them. “thanks, i learn from the best.” best meaning him, obviously. not one to care about having his ego stroked by simple, sentimental statements, for some reason he’s taken aback by your words. he doesn’t even fight you when you pluck the glass out of his hand and drink deeply from it, savoring the taste of the drink, sparking a different kind of heat that envelopes you entirely.

the way he looks at you makes you finish the drink quickly, enjoying the burn and the way it brings a light dizziness over you. after learning your lesson from earlier, you place the empty glass on the counter away from your clumsy hands and scatterbrained thoughts. zoro’s eye tracks your movements, watches the way you keep playing with your hair, a nervous habit that you can’t seem to break no matter how many times you try. several words rush up the back of your throat, ready to spill and stomp all over any residual silence in the room, but, as usual, zoro acts on instinct.

he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip — once, then twice — a maddening effect that depletes all of your self-preservation.

your lips part just as he kisses you, something he’s been meaning to do for a long, long time. he’s a selfish bastard, he knows that, but he can’t help but think that you’ll allow him this one moment to be a tiny bit greedy with you. his tongue slips into your mouth candidly, caressing your tongue, a mixture of whiskey and something sweet — a pleasant surprise, one that has him kissing you again. and again. and again. arms wrapped around his neck, you return each of his kisses; ardent and a little impetuous. 

his imagination pales in comparison, clearly; all those nights where he dreamed of holding you, of tasting you in this way — it’s a much more vibrant, impossibly erotic feeling. pressing your body against his, the softness obliterating the rest of his resolve, giving way to the insatiable beast that he keeps chained deep inside of him. you’ve seen glimpses of it before, so it’s unsurprising when his hands roam around, coast along your curves, and grab onto your ass. a small squeal leaves your mouth, as he leaves behind a playful kiss, his lips trailing along your jaw and landing on the side of your neck. your hips roll forward and you feel his hardened length through his pants. 

a switch flips in your head, you work quickly and unfasten his pants, hand wrapping around his thick cock, twisting as you stroke him repeatedly, enjoying the moans that tumble out of his mouth and into yours as he gives you heated tongue kisses. your hand is soft around him — much different than the roughness of his — a welcomed change, one that his him craving more and more of you. it’s you who breaks the kiss again, you who gets on their knees, and you who runs your tongue flat against his cock from the base to the tip. pre-cum spills from his slit, you swipe your tongue at it, enjoying the slightly salty taste before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock.

running a hand down his face, zoro inhales deeply through his nostrils, trying to remember the last time he was this weak against the hands of another. your mouth and tongue make for a dangerous combination, coupled with the whiskey making you bolder than normal, if he’s not careful, he might fall deeper under your spell. which is all as well, he’s got you under his thumb, especially with the way his hips push forward as you open your mouth and make room for his cock. while he respects your talent as an artist, and knows that your throat is important — it’s delicate and hard-working — the way your mouth fits snugly around his girth, the way you seem so eager to take more of him, it has him acting brutish. zoro grabs a fistful of your hair, groaning quietly as he holds you steady and fucks your mouth. 

slackening your jaw, you make sure to keep your teeth away as his cock slides in and out of your mouth with fervor; you can feel your arousal get the best of you as you squeeze your thighs together, your hands grabbing onto his legs to keep from falling over. he manages to shake away some of the lustful haze that took over his mind and pulls his cock out of your mouth; saliva drips down your chin, coats the length of his cock, and you inhale large gulps of air, attempting to regulate your breathing as your heart sputters, making your pulse erratic. he has the decency to look apologetic, even when he yanks you up by the arm, mouth finding yours again, placing a tender kiss against your lips.

before long, you find yourself sitting on top of the counter, shorts tugged off, panties practically in shreds thanks to that brute of a swordsman who happens to be dropping open-mouthed kisses down your throat as his thick fingers plunge in and out of your cunt, your core aching terribly as you buck your hips against his hand, mouth falling open as you moan his name loudly. he’s much too far gone to tell you to keep quiet, and you’re completely in a daze, not bothering with logic as it currently has no place in your life. not when zoro’s fingers scissor inside of you, stretching you appropriately, his tongue flicking against your skin, making your pitch shift again, letting out throaty moans as you beg him to fuck you properly.

because he simply can’t be bothered with teasing you for a prolonged period of time, zoro obliges — for both of your sake — tapping his cock against your pussy; you flinch at the sensation and he chuckles darkly, admiring your patience as he pushes his cock inside of you slowly. you wrap your legs around him, and he takes that as encouragement as he thrusts into you once, burying his cock to the hilt. the way you call out his name is enough to give him a sugar rush; your pussy clenches around him appreciatively, hips knocking against yours, your slick wetness coating the length of his cock. if he was the romantic type, he’d whisper sweet things in your ears, instead of the filthy words that he considers praise — that has you recklessly bucking your hips against his, pussy squelching loudly as his thrusts get harder.

sanji will likely have both of your heads for desecrating his kitchen like that, but zoro is beyond caring, and your thoughts, unfortunately, mirror his. maybe you’ll feel bad about it in the morning, but for now, you’re much too focused on the way he angles his hips to power into you, your toes curling as you cry out, voice hoarse as you chant keep going and don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. so when he bites your bottom lip and slams into you fervently, a flash of white passes over you, momentarily stealing your vision as an orgasm powers through you. he didn’t expect you to fall apart like this, but he’s far from complaining; in fact, he’s overly enjoying himself, and the way your pussy can’t seem to stop squeezing around him, your warm, plush walls pushing him over the edge as his thrusts get faster and his strokes get shorter. 

you bite his neck and that’s all it takes to have him grabbing your hips firmly as he cums unexpectedly, fully unprepared for that level of treachery from you. he should’ve known, though, anyone with a voice that hypnotic is bound to be trouble. cum spills down your thighs, although you’re more preoccupied with catching your breath again to care about the mess. 

if he ever has to confess, he’ll definitely say that you sounded just as lovely as you did when you were singing earlier. but he won’t say that, not now, anyway — because, then he’d have to admit to other things and he’s not quite ready for that yet. instead, he presses his forehead against yours, hoping to just savor this moment a little longer before returning to reality and dealing with his impulsive whims.

[lykaios2]

Hello! I hope you are having a good day! May I request a mm! TMNT fic, where the reader is human and been best friends with the turtles since they were super young and then April comes along and the reader gets a bit jealous? Because the boys act like she is the first human they have every met, and the reader is just like, “bro I am right here!” Thanks!

And get

Food 🥘

Water 💧

And some rest 😴

HOLY SHIT ITS HERE ITS BEEN TWO WEEKS I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY RAHAHAHAGAHBHRHEHA

I think I am finally back on the request grind (although I might ignore my college work from time to time to do this but thats irrelevant)

anyway sorry for the content drought, I really apologize but here it is! hope you enjoy ❤️

I Was Here First

mm!turtles+april x reader (platonic)

It was some years ago when you stumbled upon these confusing creatures. Out on the street, you had been playing with your favorite toy, when you dropped down the drain. Looking around for help, you found no people but instead an open manhole cover close by. Making the very logical connection, you carefully climbed down the ladder at the opening to look for your toy. It was rather dim, and the sewers were quite large compared to you. But it shouldn’t have taken very long, the drain you had dropped your toy down and the manhole cover weren’t very far apart. Looking down one of the tunnels, you saw a ray of light. Thinking it was the drain, you ran over to where the light was, expecting to find your toy there.

You were partially right. You had indeed found your toy, but you found it in the hands of a weird little green creature just about as tall as you. There were three others just like it standing right behind the first one, peeking out to see what you were. They wore colored masks, each one with a different color. The one with the blue mask was the one with your toy. The one with the purple mask wore glasses on top of his mask. The one with the red mask was a bit bigger than the rest, and the one with the orange mask didn’t have any particularly distinguishing features.

While you carefully studied each of them, the blue one stuck out his hand with your toy in it, suggesting you take it back. You warily stepped forward to take it back, unsure of what they would do. As you grew closer, the other three hid themselves further behind the blue one. You realized then that they were just as scared of you as you were of them. But, as you grabbed your toy, they just smiled.

“Um, thank you…uh…”

“Leonardo. My name is Leonardo.” You jumped a bit as he spoke.

“Woah, you can talk. Thank you…Leonardo. And, uh…the rest of you.”

They all came out from behind Leonardo, now realizing that you weren’t going to hurt them. They all introduced themselves, and you introduced yourself in return.

“So…what are you guys? You’re all…green.”

“We’re turtles.”

“But…you’re, like, a normal person. You’re standing up on two feet.”

“We got mutated by ooze, so now we’re like humans.”

“Oh…cool. I think I read about something like that in a book once. I liked that book. So I like you guys I guess. And you helped me get my toy back, that was really nice.”

The turtles seemed really happy to hear that. They told you all about how they lived underground in the sewers, hiding away from people. No one ever seemed to like them, so they spent their whole lives in secret.

“Oh, that’s kinda sad. You guys are pretty nice.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay, we have each other. And you now, too.”

That was the beginning. For years, you lived as the turtles’ one and only friend. The turtles were always a strange bunch. Living in the sewers, wielding weapons, and having a strange obsession with pizza. I mean, it was good, but they loved it more than you thought anyone could love anything. Then again, you were no better. You spent most of your time down in the sewers, right there with them. To you, they were just like a normal person, but considerably greener. They had pretty standard interests and hobbies; Donnie was an anime nerd, Mikey liked skateboarding, Leo daydreamed about being normal, and Raph continued to expand the list of reasons he needed therapy.

You had tried before to introduce them to your other friends, but it was no use. The first time you tried, your friends didn’t even want to go into the sewer. The second time, you convinced them to go into the sewer, but when they saw the turtles they immediately ran away. It was no use. But you didn’t care. All the better anyway, you had the turtles all to yourself. Some of your best friends in the whole city, and you could hang out with them whenever you wanted. They didn’t have anything else to do.

Until April.

“Dude! That was crazy!”

“I know! We met a real human girl!”

“Yeah…a real girl.”

“Oh, come on Leo, we all know you like her.”

The turtles loved April. It was almost like an obsession. They talked about her constantly, always wondering when they were going to get a chance to meet her again. When they first met her, they were scared, as they had always been of people. But she wasn’t afraid of them. She was like you. Sure, they had just saved her scooter, but she was still a lot kinder to them than any other human had been. They were so amazed.

Of course, you were happy for them. For as long as you had known them, that was one of their biggest wishes. To be accepted by people on the surface. And it was finally coming true. But April was still technically some random stranger. She wasn’t a friend to the turtles like you were. She hadn’t known them for years like you had. She wasn’t you.

So why were they treating her like she was the first human they’d ever met? She certainly wasn’t. You were. You were here all this time, and they thought they could just ignore you like that? But…surely no. They couldn’t have meant it like that. But all the same, it still hurt to see them so overjoyed about meeting April, and forgetting the fact that they saw you nearly every day.

In the following weeks, you tried to hide your true feelings. It wasn’t that you hated April. In fact, she was rather nice. It was just…every time you saw her, you couldn’t help but be reminded of the fact that the turtles seemed so much more excited about her than you. The negative association in your mind really started to make you see her in a bad light.

The first sign that something was wrong to the turtles was one day when you had come down to the sewers after school. Everything was going well, until April showed up, whose imminent presence was unknown to you. She set her stuff down and greeted the turtles, and you shortly after. You returned the gesture with a wave and an awkward smile. You watched as the turtles one by one joined into the conversation with April, leaving you behind. In the midst of all the talking, Donnie seemed to notice you sitting alone, thinking to yourself. He stopped and walked over to where you were sitting, and sat down next to you.

“Hey…you doing alright?”

“Hm? Oh, me? Yeah, I’m alright…nothing you need to worry about.”

“You sure? You seemed kinda bummed out about something.”

���It’ll pass. I’ll be okay.”

Donnie, unsure of what to do, hesitantly accepted your lie and went back to the conversation. He told everyone else about what happened with you, making sure you didn’t hear anything.

It was worse the next time. When Raph and Mikey invited you out for lunch, you were excited to accept their offer. That was, until they mentioned April. Sitting across the table in the dining room, they watched as your reaction turned slightly uncomfortable, but were a little confused as to why.

“Do you have a problem with April?”

“Yeah, did something happen? What’s with that face?”

“No…I’m sorry, ignore that. I’ll come.”

They still seemed a bit concerned despite your dismissal. Something was very clearly wrong. But they couldn’t figure out what. Mikey texted April, asking if something had happened. They needed to know. Much to his and Raph’s dismay, however, April responded with nothing, saying that she had been asking herself the same question.

Whenever you and April were in the same room, the tension could be cut with a knife. It was becoming uncomfortable. No one could bear it anymore. So they didn’t.

“y/n, I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah, seriously, what has been up with you lately? Something about April really seems to tick you off, and none of us know what it is.”

“It’s nothing. You guys wouldn’t seem to care anyways.”

“Woah, now you really gotta tell us. Go on, spill the beans. We’ll wait.”

You stayed silent for as long as possible, not wanting to say a word. But they all just stared at you quietly, waiting for you to explain yourself. The pressure was too much, and you broke eventually.

“You really wanna know? It’s just April! Ever since you met her, it’s been April this and April that! It’s nearly all I hear you guys talk about! The last time I got to hang out with you guys alone was before you met her! You make it out that it’s some big humongous situation, that you finally got a human to like you, like it’s never ever happened before…”

Tears started to form in your eyes, and your voice broke.

“…but I’ve been right here the whole time.”

The turtles watched and listened as you laid out the whole story right in front of them. They were quiet as they took everything in, now realizing the grave mistake they had made. But before any of them could speak, your soft voice spoke up again, still choked up.

“I just...don't want to be forgotten about. I-I’m sorry, I know you guys don’t get this much…you should be excited. I’m just being stupid. Don’t let me stop you…”

“Woah, hey, calm down. Don’t say that.”

“Leo’s right. Don’t go saying that about yourself.”

“Yeah…look, I think I can speak for all of us when I say we’re sorry.”

“We didn’t mean to forget about you, or to make you feel like you were forgotten. We care about you, and we’re sorry we haven’t spent time with you.”

“You know, I think I might have overheard Leo praising you in front of April to make himself seem humble…”

“Donnie! Shut up! I would never!” You wiped away your tears, laughing a little as the turtles started bickering.

“Thank you guys…I appreciate it.”

“It’s what best friends do. Don’t mention it.”

Mikey wrapped you in a hug, and the rest of the turtles followed suit. It was even better than normal, now that you knew that these were your friends…your best friends for life. And nothing could ever change that.

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aaa fic requests open………… hoffheight love languages……… (but they dont label their relationship bc inner turmoil of being apprentices ;-;)

hello anon!! first of all this was a very delightful prompt. saw rarepairs (regardless if i ship them) are so fun to me !! hoffheight especially, i think they're slept on (by myself also, tbh.) i thought about the best approach to take so as not to make this too long, and initially decided to pick a handful, out of the five, which i thought most would be best suited to them. those being: quality time, physical touch, gift giving. this is very funny, as it still turned out to be excessively long (normally, these are 500 words—somehow i've ended up with 1600 words here.) therefore, i've decided to post it also my ao3 & the link to it, should you wanna bookmark or what have you, can be found at the bottom. i hope you enjoy! thanks for sending in a prompt, once again! p.s. i'm getting around to writing everything everyone's sent in! i just find myself a little more inclined to first jump into the prompts i know i'm gonna do without much trouble. chainshipping, while largely what i'm getting the reqs for, isn't my forte, hence the wait. but i'm trying!

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‼️SAW REQS STILL OPEN‼️

The Apprentices, despite their shared unshakable tendency to slip into petty conflicts with one another on an hourly basis, appeared to work oddly well together; like a well-oiled machine. Left-brain, right-brain, and their brawn; Lawrence's steady hand, Amanda's creativity, Mark's ability to put it all into motion.

If they were a machine, then Adam was surely the cog that didn't quite mesh with all the other moving parts. Perpetually on the fringes of the warehouse, uncertainly hovering about—passing a wrench here and a drill there—until inevitably slinking off with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He didn't fit, and he wasn't even really sure he wanted to.

Wasn't sure whether he'd fit anywhere else, either.

He'd always moved through the world with a sense of displacement; as if something had plucked him off some distant planet and dumped him here, only to cruelly leave him to his own devices. Because Adam's life was also a fucking joke, whatever higher power lurked out there must've also seen it fit to exacerbate said feeling. If there'd ever been any hope of an eventual breakthrough—any hope he might stop listlessly flopping on dry land and find a suitable body of water to slip into—it'd sure been squandered now. With something of a bitter chuckle, Adam had the thought he might walk the length of the Amigara Fault without ever stumbling upon his own hole, too. (Well, at least that meant he was safe! Safety being, of course, a commodity these days.)

“Adam?”

The sound of his name bouncing off of the warehouse walls broke him out of that depressing little reverie he'd embarked on. Somewhere out of sight, the clanking of metal against metal; the noise was sharp and, by rights, ought to be annoying if not outright grating on the ears. Unfortunately, he'd gotten used to it. Didn't bother him half as much as it really should.

“Yeah?” he called out—though set down the camera he'd been fucking around with (hopelessly fucking broken after he'd knocked it off the table last week), letting his legs carry him to the machine Mark had been working on for the past hour. “Need help?”

“Nah,” the other man shook his head, rogue droplets of sweat flying every which way. “This should be done.”

Mark stood up on slightly shaky feet, dusting himself off. Adam supposed working for Jigsaw was as good exercise as any: his skin glistened beneath the pallid light overhead, face appropriately ruddy. (His own cheeks must've decided to take inspiration from it, flushing in tandem.)

“I was thinkin',” he continued, hands on his hips, “You've been cooped up in this dump too long. Wanna get out of here?”

Yes. Dear god, please.

But, Adam would never go down that easy. Pointedly, he adopted the same stance, accentuating the jut of one hip, and—with a scoff: “Way to treat me like y'all's dog, some fucking... charity case stray. What, we're gonna walk 'round the block so I can sniff about and take a piss? How big of you, Mark, thanks for the enrichment.”

Mark rolled his eyes, hardly the one to fall for the theatrics. (He was no Amanda.) “What's crawled up your ass tonight, then?”

“Nothing!” he huffed, “I'm just saying it how it is. Got the leash ready, then? I'm really itching to pay a visit to that fire hydrant—”

A strong hand fisted itself into the front of his shirt, tugged him up to the very tips of his toes—at which point, he was being shut up in the most cliché-but-effective way possible. Mark, ever the cavalier, let go of him with all the consideration one might let go of a garbage bag. Adam stumbled back, slightly dazed by the kiss and thrown off-balance—figuratively and literally. “Stop pouting and get dressed.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Something fancy?”

Mark snorted, “No.”

-

A bowling alley.

A bowling alley.

Adam had a hard time believing it. Out of all places in the world, a bowling alley? (What were they, sweaty seventeen-year-olds making the best out of the spare change left over from lunch that week?)

In the dimly lit space, he leaned against the worn wooden railing, eyes fixed on Mark as the other stood poised at the edge of a polished lane. His face was scrunched up with a frankly disturbing level of focus; two massive hands firmly gripped a ball, fingers knuckle-deep in its holes. With a smooth, practiced motion, Mark swung his arm back and then forward, releasing it with a precise flick of the wrist. The ball glided down the lane and—crash—it sent the pins scattering, every last one of them.

When Mark turned, pride and triumph etched into every little line of his face, Adam... was a little smitten, alright? Watching him trudge over, eclipsing the colorful lights behind him, Adam soon found himself rather crowded against that railing. “Getting a kick out of showing off?” he needled.

“Yes.”

“God, you're sooo...” Adam groaned, head thrown back. Laughing, despite himself. He felt two thick arms encircle him, peel him off the railing, press him up against a plush chest and a soft stomach.

(It was not lost on him, despite the illusion of privacy in this here corner, that they were in public. All but asking to be seen—which was far from their usual gig.)

“Sooo what?” Mark hummed, grinning.

“Shameless.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“The right amount,” Mark leaned down, making the most out of the situation by placing a shockingly chaste kiss to the underside of Adam's jaw, the drag of his stubble tickling just enough to chase a giggle out of him. “You like it.”

“That's a bold statement right there,” murmured Adam, letting his arms fall about Mark's shoulders; so broad, his hands didn't meet in the middle. The reminder of this man's sheer proportions, as ever, sent a little thrill through him.

“You gonna deny it?” Another kiss, a little to the left. Adam was impressed for the fact his knees hadn't yet given out. Granted, he did have supports.

“Mm, maybe,” he hummed, letting his eyes fall shut, fingers digging ever so slightly into the fabric of Mark's shirt. “Possibly. Depends.”

Mark hummed against the front of Adam's throat, the sound more so felt than heard in the way it reverberated throughout the column of his neck, thrumming along the underside of Adam's skin. On a whim, he hooked his ankle around one of Mark's legs.

“Y'know, we've still got an hour on this lane...”

“Wow,” Adam intoned dryly, “Truly didn't cheap out on me here. And you've got your priorities straight. Can't believe I'm not being mobbed by your manifold suitors every day of the week. Should probably start hitting the gym, you know, fend them off easier...”

“Lucky you're easy on the eyes,” remarked Mark, tone measured—though there was a warmth in his eyes, “'cause that mouth is doing you no favors.”

Adam cracked a smile, reveling in his turn to be a smug shit.

-

By this point, Adam had developed a strong sense that something wasn't right. Not to say something was wrong per se, but... Well, they'd been driving for upwards of thirty minutes now—and they still weren't home. ('Home' was used, here, very loosely.) He was quite certain it hadn't taken them even half as long to reach their very romantic destination initially. So, what gives?

In any case, Mark's hand was warm where it lay on his thigh. Very rarely did it move, only to switch gears on the odd occasion—and just as quickly, it’d return to its post. They haven't spoken much, but they didn't need to. The silence enveloping them was comfortable and cozy, like a blanket straight out of the dryer on a cold night. An oldies station played very softly, so much so Adam could hardly pick apart the words.

Frankly, he could doze off.

Out of nowhere (and perhaps it was a good thing, as his eyelids had gotten concerningly droopy), Mark spoke up. “There's uh,” he cleared his throat, “something in the back.”

Adam, too tired to needle ('There's uh, something in the back'—are you a caveman?), twisted in the passenger's seat to the best of his ability, pawing at the—true to his word—a box wrapped in brown paper. It sat just out of his reach. Took a few tries to propel it toward himself.

He looked at Mark, an eyebrow quirked.

“Well,” the other's eyes were firmly affixed to the road ahead, perhaps stubbornly so, “Open it.”

“It's for me?”

“Might be, if I don’t change my mind.”

Needing not be told twice, Adam swiftly undid the wrapping, balled it and carelessly tossed it to the floor.

Then stared, mouth agape, at that which was revealed.

A camera.

“How did you—”

“I didn't do anything,” Mark blurted out, tone on the side of defensive for some odd reason, “It was all Amanda. And Lawrence. I just did the wrapping, that's all.”

Adam couldn't tear his eyes away, turning the box this way and that (even though he couldn't really read or see much of anything, dark as it'd gotten.) A well-timed glance in Mark's direction—just as drove beneath a street-light—revealed a deep blush staining his cheeks, seemingly spreading down his neck.

Adam’s lips twitched. His throat tightened. His heart throbbed.

Softly, fondly, he said: “I can tell. It looked like shit.”

(He’d bet all his life savings—granted, there wasn't much there, but it was the thought that counted—that Amanda and Lawrence had less than nothing to do with this.)

“It did, didn't it?” Mark smiled, shoulders sagging. Perhaps with relief.

Adam set his hand atop Mark's, still sat on his thigh. Squeezed.

The silence resumed.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello! Could I request scenario number 3 and dialogue 5 fluff with Sabo as a character?

So I didn't want to make her a marine like I did with my Killer fic, I couldn't come up with a way to write her as a celestial dragon, but then I got this, so I hope you like it!

Warnings: Demon!Sabo, Fallen Angel/Demon!Reader, removal of wings, Fem!Reader (sorry, I wrote it before I thought about making it gender neutral)

Word Count: 1400

     It wasn’t supposed to be like this, these kinds of things weren’t supposed to happen to your kind. This was the kind of thing that was supposed to happen to him, to his kind. And it happened by their hand, no less. Not him, not them, but your own. How could they be so cruel? This… they… weren’t supposed to be like this. Angels were supposed to be merciful! Yet falling to the ground for probably the 5th time in the last hour, you were starting to realize that everything you’d once thought true might be a lie. Stumbling forward, your vision blurred, trying to make out buildings as you forced yourself ever forward. He had a home around here somewhere, an apartment in the mortal realm. You couldn’t go back, not after what they’d done, you couldn’t just go to his realm, you’d be torn apart. But you needed help, you needed someone to turn to. Honestly, you weren’t sure you had the right building, the right number, the golden digits all seemed to blur together. Add to that, the fact that you weren’t even sure if this was the right place, and you almost found yourself praying that this was the right place. But praying wouldn’t do you any good, not after what had happened to you. Praying would just help them find you, it would just bring them down upon you once more. Leaning against the door, you pounded a bloody fist against the wood. The moment the door opened, you almost fell, if not for the arms that soon made their way under you, holding you up. Looking up, you gave a weak smile when you spotted the familiar blond hair and scar. 

     “Nowhere else… can’t trust… please… help.” you muttered before losing consciousness.

     Sabo had seen a lot of things from his time in hell, he’d seen a lot from his time in the mortal realm. But this was something new. He knew you, you were an angel that regularly fought against him, one of the few people who could actually keep up with him. An intriguing angel that had caught his eye. Your beauty was nothing that surprised him, you were an angel, that was a given. What interested him was your willingness to bend the rules, your admittance that heaven and angels were flawed. Picking you up, he carried you inside, laying you down on the bed he kept. He didn’t need it, but from time to time, he enjoyed what the humans referred to as a ‘nap’. Looking you over, he winced. You were covered in injuries. Deep cuts and bruises, burn marks and jagged gashes. Yet none of it compared to the real horrors, your wings, once a beautiful brilliant blue, now torn asunder, bloody remnants barely hanging onto your back. Closing his eyes, he gently took what remained of one of your wings, cutting through the last couple of inches, pulling it away from your body before doing the same with the other. He hated doing it, but they’d never heal, you’d never be able to fly with them again, they would only bring you pain. Gently stroking some of the vibrant blue feathers, he sighed sadly. How many times had he complimented your wings while fighting? He’d considered them one of your most beautiful features. Slowly, he removed as many of the undamaged feathers as possible before setting the remains of the wings alight, burning until there was nothing but ash.

     It was days before you finally awoke, wrapped in bandages and aching all over. You’d never experienced this kind of pain before.

     “Hey, it’s good to finally see you’re awake. You uh, look like you’re in pain. I… would you like me to help?” Sabo asked, giving you a small, sympathetic smile.

     “What’s the cost? You’re a demon, right? There’s always a cost with your kind.” you said bitterly, looking away. Sabo sighed, walking over to you and sitting on the bed next to you.

     “No cost, or uh, nothing too bad. It’ll delay the healing process a bit, but you won’t feel any pain.” he offered, surprising you.

     “I… yeah, I’d like that… thanks.” you said, watching as a red glow emanated from his hands, the pain slowly fading away.

     “So you wanna tell me what happened or not ready to talk about it?” he asked once he’d numbed the pain, making you sigh.

     “You took me in and helped me. Whether or not I’m ready, you deserve to know.” you muttered, playing with the blanket that had covered you just a moment ago.

     “Hey, if you’re not ready, I can wait. No rush. Whatever happened was bad, bad enough that you came to me. If you need time, take it.” he offered. Shaking your head, you sighed.

     “No, it’s… best if I tell you now… you were right, you know. About the problems with heaven, about the other angels.” you said, surprising him. He’d honestly never expected to hear those words out of your mouth, “I don’t even know why they did it. They didn’t say anything. They just… they just tied me down and…” tears started to stream down your cheeks as your hands shook. 

     “Stop, you don’t need to continue. You can tell me later.” he said as he held you. You just nodded, holding him back. 

     Months passed before you told him what happened, the young man looking at you sympathetically. He’d told you about how he’d had to remove your wings, showing you the remaining few feathers that he’d carefully stitched into a miniature pair of wings for you. Sitting on the couch, you sighed, gently running your fingers over the soft blue feathers. Even though it reminded you of what you’d lost, it calmed you, let you think. 

     “Hey, can I ask you one thing?” Sabo asked, looking over at you, making you look up at him. 

     “You took me in, patched me up, and have let me stay, you can ask whatever you want.” you said with a chuckle, making Sabo chuckle as well.

     “Don’t worry, I won’t abuse this privilege.” he teased, “I was just wondering, why come to me? I get you couldn’t go back to heaven, but why not, I don’t know, find another fallen angel or an open-minded human? Why come to a demon? Why come to the demon you always fight against?” he asked, making you sigh.

     “Because you’re not a bad guy. I’ve fought you enough, known you for long enough to know that you’re a pretty good person…. Besides… I… I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try not to. Even before… all this, you… you were often on my mind.” you said, giving him a tentative smile. Sabo smiled back, sitting next to you on the couch. 

     “I… I can’t give you your wings, can’t give you these wings back.” Sabo said, running his fingers over the delicate feathers, “but I can give you a way to strike back at the ones who took them from you, give you a chance to fight again, and a chance to fly again.” he offered. You smiled, gently running a thumb over the feathers. Getting up, you grabbed a lighter, taking a deep breath before holding it to the blue feathers, letting them burn. It was the last ties you had to your old self, to what you used to be. Sabo wrapped his arms around you from behind, comforting you as you both watched the miniature wings burn. 

     “You know, I fell in love with you a long time ago.” Sabo whispered, turning your head to face him. You couldn’t help but smile, reaching one hand up to caress his cheek as his lips pressed against yours. Large, blue, leathery wings wrapped around the two of you, encasing the both of you as you kissed. Pulling back, his wings pulled away, revealing a new pair of wings sprouting from your back. Just as blue as your old ones, yet these weren’t covered in the feathers of your old ones, they were like his. 

     “Fight by my side? Against the injustices of heaven?” he asked, one hand under your chin.

     “Gladly.” you said before pulling him in for another kiss. Perhaps they’d never truly been ‘your kind’. Maybe you’d always been more like him, more like ‘his kind’ than you’d previously thought.

[dixonlvr-online]

Day 2: Winter clothes

Day 2/28

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader, Carl Grimes x Reader (platonic), T-Dog x Reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The group breaks into a shopping center to find winter attire. Reader and Daryl share a moment.

A/N: So if you haven't read the masterlist description, all of these fics will be connected to each other, though they can be read separately as well. If you're interested in seeing the previous part, my masterlist is linked below :)

advent calendar masterlist

Christmas came early when your group stumbled upon an abandoned strip mall. The frigid weather had you shaking head to toe in your light summer layers, huddling together for warmth and praying for relief. When Glenn pointed out the road sign, rare smiles crossed your faces. Now, standing in front of the large and familiar department store, you felt like your prayers had been answered.

The doors had already been shattered, likely during the fall, so you all carefully stepped over the broken glass and clustered in the entryway, waiting for a signal. Rick finally nodded, setting you free to go wild.

A large portion of your group headed straight for the winter clothing, the thick layers looking delicious from the breezy entrance. You raced Carl over, his youthful adrenaline beating yours easily. Still, you smiled. This was the most hopeful you’d felt in weeks.

“Hey, check these out!”

You turned to the sound of T-Dog’s voice, beckoning you over to a large rack of coats. Ski jackets, puffer coats, fleece hoodies, you name it. They all tempted you forward, begging you to run your hands over the fabric. You reached for the closest one, then realized something. You were still wearing gloves.

You peeled them off slowly, delicately placing them in your pocket like the precious objects they were. Daryl had lent them to you on a particularly cold night and insisted you keep them. You knew there was no point arguing; he would never let you freeze, but still, you felt bad every time you saw his chapped knuckles. Looking around, you spotted a display of gloves in the distance. Perhaps you’d find a pair you liked and return Daryl’s to him. Though you would miss their pliable leather and golden memories.

“How do I look?”

T-Dog modeled his outfit to you: a neon blue puffer coat layered over a reindeer-patterned ski jacket layered over a plaid fleece jacket. His arms were held stiffly beside him, but his grin was huge. You laughed at the sight.

“You look great! Definitely runway ready.”

He gave you a twirl, a failed attempt at grace when he started careening off to the side. As your laughter grew, you felt a presence beside you. Turning to face Daryl, who was chewing on his bottom lip nervously, you beamed.

“Find anything you like? I think this might fit you,” you said, holding up a polka-dot coat. He scoffed, shaking his head at your teasing.

“Nah. Don’t need anythin’. It’d look good on you, though.”

You knew he was just teasing you back, but your cheeks grew hot regardless. Just the idea of him thinking you look good in anything sent your head spinning. Averting your eyes, you began rummaging through the rack again, glancing at him as he fidgeted in your peripheral.

Since giving you his gloves, he’d seemed to warm up to you more. Less distant, at least. He always stood beside you on the long treks, set up a sleeping spot nearby every night, and didn’t shut you down when you started a conversation with him. You weren’t sure what had changed, or if anything had, but you liked it. 

“Aw man, look at this!”

You and Daryl followed the voice, catching sight of Carl and T-Dog by the hat display. Atop Carl’s head was the most ridiculous hat you’d ever seen: some odd mix of earmuffs and cap in the ugliest shade of green you’d ever seen. You met Daryl’s eyes, and it was clear he was stifling a laugh as well.

“Lookin’ good, kid!” you yelled, Carl’s face lighting up when he heard you. 

T-Dog had a hand to his chest, leaning back in amusement. “Player ova here! Yo Glenn, check him out!”

From around the corner, Glenn and Maggie appeared with rosy cheeks and arms full of fabric. Maggie had a nice new scarf around her neck and Glenn had finally found a replacement for his baseball cap in the form of a warm beanie. They grinned at the sight of Carl, who was now flaunting his new hat and putting on a good show.

You watched Daryl, attempting to conceal his smile, but the crinkles beneath his eyes gave him away. He startled when he caught you looking, but when he saw you smiling back, his shoulders dropped. Was the lone wolf actually having a good time with you all?

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you said, reaching into your pocket. You pulled out the gloves and held them out to him, waiting for him to take hold. Instead, he tilted his head at you in question. “They’re yours,” you explained. “I can find some new ones here if you want them back.”

He grunted, shaking his head and pushing the gloves back to you. “Nah, keep ‘em. They’re yours now.”

Your brows cinched together, eyes once again focusing on the cracked skin of his hands. “Are you sure? You might need them.”

Again he shook his head, his expression stern. You always knew he was stubborn, but it didn’t bother you the way it used to. Maybe his stubbornness was becoming an accessory and not a personality, one he used for good without letting it control him. This new skin he wore suited him.

Needing to be closer, you placed a light hand on his arm. His body heat radiated beneath your touch, sending that tingle through you again. His eyes met yours, his gaze soft and deep and overwhelming all at once. Your breath hitched when you tried to speak, to thank him. Words were lost to you. He got the message anyway. The gloves never felt warmer.

[stayxlix]

Yandere fics aren't usually my cup of tea but of course I had to read yours, and of course you didn't disappoint 🥹 I liked it veeery much, thank you for your hard work!! Reading it reminded me of an old idea I had for a very angsty short fic that I would like to send you as a request, but I promised myself to not be pushy and wait for you to write the first one before sending another. (Just be aware, I literally have a list). Anyway, it felt good reading something fresh for you, I hope to keep seeing your works coming in this cold season so I can read them while snuggling under my fluffy blanket. And don't forget to take care of yourself!!✨ Hugs 💕 ~C

hi dear<33 i'm so glad you enjoyed my little yandere fic, thank you so much for taking the time check it out.💕the fact that you ventured outside your usual comfort zone because it was something i wrote is such a compliment and it means so much to me.🥹

anything with angst immediately grabs my attention so im already intrigued by your fic idea (especially considering how much i loved your first request🤭). and i’m always looking for new ideas and storylines (even if i know i don’t have enough free time to write them all🥹) so please please free to share as many as you’d like!! share the whole list if you feel like it lol, even if i’m still working on your first i promise i don’t think of it as being pushy at all.💕 the whole reason i decided to turn otde into an actual fic in the first place was in the hopes that maybe it could provide some kind of escape and comfort for whoever might stumble upon it, so thinking about you finding comfort in my words during chilly evenings is a beautiful thought that truly warms my heart.🥹

thank you again for your support, its such a source of motivation and im really excited to hear more about the ideas you’ve got!! im hoping to share more of my writing with you in the near future as well.🤭 take care and stay warm out there!! hope to hear from you again soon.🤗💕

[sizhui]

Honestly i do see your point with the post about fanfiction, but on the other hand having been in fandom spaces since very young (probably too young to be honest) I've just come to absolutely distrust fanfic writers (especially on ao3 because well. I'm sure you're well aware of the culture on that site) because on multiple occasions i have been hit by random unexpected graphic (very clearly fetishistic) depictions of abuse in works that seemed pretty solid otherwise based on the summary alone; incest fans are especially egregious for including that aspect with no warning whatsoever in what seems like an otherwise interesting story about two brothers from the summary alone, so like... as much as i agree that we don't need to tag every single generally harmless detail of a story because it significantly dumbs it down and ruins the experience it's also true that whenever i have branched out and tried reading stories that seemed interesting from the summary alone and had a minimal amount of tags i ended up getting bitten by one of my biggest triggers so i feel like... i might as well just read actual published literature (which i do regularly for fun and for school) when seeking something more challenging and with unexpected elements since the culture around fanfiction is just too rancid for me to trust fic writers to tag the appropriate amount and not just deliberately hide "problematic" (=abuse fetish) elements to jumpscare people for fun. So it's like yeah you have a point but it's a bit of a conundrum since a lot of fic writers aren't actually into this to say anything constructive. I'm sorry if it's worded badly English isn't my first language and my tone sometimes doesn't come off great through text so I'm not accusing you of anything or being confrontational. Anyway i hope you have a good day o7

I get you honestly, but I purposefully didn't touch upon the toxic, abusive CULTURE around fanfic and ao3 which actively protects harmful fetishizers and real abusers too - because that's a whole other very serious conversation to be had. My post sought to discuss fanfic purely as a type of watered-down, half-premade story and how it affects the way readers interact with original fiction. I did not discuss the huge problems with illegal content being hosted on fanfic sites because to do that i would have to sit down and write for a long time with utmost concentration, which I have neither time nor will for rn.

I will however say that if my post came off as "keep reading solely fanfic, just without tags, to chaenge yourself" then i failed to express myself correctly. I absolutely meant to convey that the primary focus of every reader should be published original fiction and nonfiction, because the things you can get out of them you won't find in any fic, since the fic culture and system is already established and truthfully a 3 note post will never affect it.

However, though I too havr major triggers, I am not averse to the practice of writing fanfic. I firmly believe that there are just as many perverse individuals among writers of original stories as there are among fanfic writers - abuse fetishism isn't unique to people who write about cartoons, they just got themselves a huge website where they can publish their works for free and expose an audience to it, so the problem gapes open and very obvious. However, there are thousands of people who use writing as outlets for their sick sexual fantasies who have never touched fandom spaces - it's just that you'll more rarely stumble upon their works because it's not as easy to publish them professionally (though look at shit like a song of ice and fire... i find it just as distasteful as some third grade torture porn fic) in conclusion, I don't really think that fandom spaces breed weirdos, i think they just give them an outlet and a spotlight. I may be biased because i've been into writing character studies and alternate endings to stories i liked since i was young, i just dont elevate those so much and call them proper literature and hide behind them like annoying ao3 aunties do.

[everyangel]

I saw your post (s, because I know that this is unfortunately something you`ve had to deal with multiple times) about people asking if IBLBM is discontinued and what not, so I thought I would write from a different perspective.

sorry but this is going to be a bit long, with a little bit of broken English, but I hope this will be okay and that it will be somewhat coherent:))

reading a very good story like, IBLBM, its kinda like when you eat after a long time, without realizing how hungry you are, and then you just devoured everything. it is so good, and there is no good point to stop either. The flow of the story, the little incidents/moments and the major plot points are so amazing, with the writing/language itself being of the highest quality, it is so difficult to stop. people who stumble upon the fic after it is done is going to read it all within days I believe! at least that is how it is for me when I find a top tier fic.

which is why after a chapter ends, all you crave its more, however it has been soooo fucking good having these months long waits in-between chapter!!!!

i dont really read wip especially for longer fic, but I might have to reevaluate after you. I started reading top gun fanfics around Christmas I think, and "what up,..." was one of the first I read and then I immediately just clicked next over to IBLBM, and it was so good that top gun has now been mine main fandom since NYE.

having time between updates made it so that you have to step away from it and then instead of just focusing on the fic as a whole, really put the spotlight on each chapter. and instead of just consuming everything, you have to take your time with it, and that is when you really get to enjoy it.

I have send in an ask before, but im truly in awe of the transition between each chapter, the flow that is good throughout this work is a masterpiece, I actually can't believe that your are writing this as you upload, amazing.

having the the 2-3 months made it so that rather then having a good ass meal when you are hungry, which is also good ngl, its more of an experience, a 10 course FEAST, where the days leading up to it you are just so excited, cause even if you dont know the menu, you just know its about to amazing, where its just like the moment in ratatouille where the rat eats the cheese and strawberry at the same time, a literary symphony ahaha. especially since you kept on FEEDING US WITH THESE 20-30 K WORDS CHAPTERS????!!! absolute mad, also especially since I just can't with these 30k words 30 chapters fic, that just not for me.

it made me really appreciate things I would have missed if I just read it when it was finished, and that I did missed the first time I read it, it has been so good rereading the fic between chapter uploades, after some time, to really get to know the characters through your eyes as well.

I can only imagine how demotivating it is to get request to upload the next chapter as soon as possible, but if it is one thing I have come to realized after keeping up with IBLBM these last months is that you only need to listen to your own gut about uploading of the next chapter, because you really know your shit!!

when it comes to what you have written so far the wait have truly always been worth it and never been too long cause everything you have produced have been of both such quality and quantity that its been a real treat I just can't get enough of.

I really hope that you will continue writing after IBLBM is finished, cause you truly have in my eyes a real talent for this, and if I can continue to read something you have written, a couple of times a year or so, it is truly a dream come true!!! but I also hope you take a much deserved break!

with how much you have actually written, while having a full-time job??? that is not writing this fic??? it is amazing that it is only 2 months between uploads!!!!!! when its finished IBLBM is going to be longer than most books, that a lot of authors, that only write, spends a lot more time on than you did (and did not produce the quality you did).

anyways, what this rant was really about is that I really enjoy your works and fuck the people who get greedy and can't wait for the masterpiece, art take however long it take!!! you will always have people willing to read what you write no matter how long it takes, cause it is really that good!!

lots of love during this finale bit of the race:))

beloved you’ve absolutely rendered me speechless with your kindness! like genuinely this ask just made my week. I feel so grateful and privileged that you chose to read my little WIP at all, let alone enjoyed it enough to reread chapters… thank you 🫶🏻 I am beaming so much love your way!

[unadulteratedbeardpeanut]

I did a little experiment. I asked chatGTP to write a bucky x reader fic and it's... passable?

I don't think AI has eclipsed actual writers and storytellers though.

...

Bucky Barnes had been feeling restless lately. After years of fighting and struggling to reclaim his identity, he had finally found some sense of peace and happiness. He had made new friends, built a life for himself, and even started to feel something he hadn't in a long time – hope.

But in spite of all that, Bucky couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. He didn't know what it was exactly, but he had a sense of longing that he just couldn't ignore.

One evening, Bucky found himself walking through the park near his apartment when he caught sight of a woman reading a book on a nearby bench. Something about her caught his eye, and he found himself walking over to her.

"Hi," he said, smiling. "What are you reading?"

The woman looked up, surprised, and Bucky felt his heart leap in his chest. She was beautiful, with long, dark hair and striking blue eyes. "Just a novel," she said, gesturing to the book in her hand. "It's really good."

Bucky nodded, feeling a little awkward. He hadn't felt this way around a woman in a long time. "I'm Bucky," he said. "Would you like some company?"

The woman smiled, and Bucky felt his heart flutter. "I'm Y/N," she said. "I'd love that."

And just like that, Bucky's whole world changed. Over the next few weeks, he and Y/N spent more and more time together. They went for walks in the park, saw movies, and had dinners at quaint little cafes. Bucky found that he had a real connection with Y/N, and he felt himself falling for her more and more each day.

One day, as they were sitting on a park bench watching the sun set, Bucky finally worked up the courage to speak his mind. "Y/N," he said, taking her hand in his. "I know we haven't known each other very long, but I feel like I've known you forever. And I know this might sound crazy, but – I think I'm falling in love with you."

Y/N's eyes went wide, and for a moment, Bucky thought he had made a terrible mistake. But then she smiled, and pulled him into a kiss. It was soft and sweet, but there was a fire behind it that Bucky had never felt before.

From then on, Bucky and Y/N were inseparable. They spent every moment they could together, talking and laughing and just being happy. Bucky had never felt so content in his life.

But as much as he loved Y/N, Bucky couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. He felt like there was still something missing, some part of himself that he couldn't find.

One day, as he and Y/N were walking through the park, they stumbled upon a group of musicians playing some old jazz tunes. Bucky felt something stir in his chest as he listened to the music, and before he knew it, he was up on stage with a saxophone in his hands.

As he played, Bucky felt a sense of joy and freedom he had never known before. He looked out into the crowd and saw Y/N's smiling face, and knew that this was it. This was what he had been missing.

After the concert, Bucky and Y/N walked hand in hand back to their apartment. As they reached the door, Bucky turned to her and took a deep breath. "Y/N," he said, "I think I've found what I've been looking for. And it's not just you – it's this. The music. I want to play again. I want to really be alive."

Y/N nodded, smiling. "I knew it," she said. "You were always meant to make music, Bucky."

And with that, they went inside, ready to start the next chapter of their lives. Together.