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Feeling normal again

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loathing? | luke hughes

luke hughes x fem!reader

rec: so luke gives bfb vibes so hard for some reason please write something like best friend's brother or like enemies to lovers

recs are open + prompt list

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Jack’s apartment felt like a second home to you at this point. You were always here, whether Jack invited you over or you just let yourself in. It wasn’t your fault his couch was more comfortable than yours, and besides, his fridge was always stocked with your favorite snacks.

Unfortunately, Jack’s apartment came with an unwanted addition—Luke Hughes.

Luke was the embodiment of an annoying little brother, except he wasn’t your brother, which made it worse. Every time you were over, he was there, too, sulking, chirping, or generally making your life difficult.

It started with little things. He’d steal your snacks, change the channel when you were watching something, or conveniently take the last bottle of water from the fridge. Once, you caught him wearing one of your hoodies just to piss you off. The rivalry was childish, petty, and utterly exhausting.

Then came the pranks. You swapped his protein powder with flour. He replaced your chapstick with hot sauce. Jack refused to take sides, claiming you were both equally insufferable.

One afternoon, after Luke had hidden your shoes before you had to leave, you retaliated by locking him out on the balcony in the middle of winter. Jack had to let him back in after twenty minutes, and Luke had vowed revenge ever since.

And now, it had come to this.

“Move, you’re on my side of the couch.”

You looked up from your phone, arching a perfectly sculpted brow as Luke stood over you, arms crossed. His stupid, messy hair was damp from his post-practice shower, and he was still in sweatpants and a hoodie, looking as effortlessly good as ever—not that you’d ever admit it.

“Your side?” You scoffed, stretching out even further. Your legs, bare thanks to the tiny shorts you wore, draped over the cushions as you made yourself comfortable. “Last I checked, this couch belongs to Jack.”

Luke exhaled sharply, clearly already at his limit with you today. “Yeah, and Jack’s not here, which means I get priority seating.”

“That’s not how it works, Hughes.” You gave him a slow, taunting smile. “You snooze, you lose. Go sit in the chair like a good little rookie.”

Luke rolled his eyes, but instead of arguing further, he did the worst possible thing—he sat down. Right on top of you.

“Luke!” You shrieked, shoving at his solid frame, but he didn’t budge.

“You wouldn’t move, so now I’m sitting.” His smirk was infuriating.

“You’re crushing me, you absolute menace.” You wriggled under him, but it only made him press down more, laughing at your struggle.

“Not my fault you take up the whole couch.”

“Not my fault you have no concept of personal space.”

“Oh, please. You love the attention.”

That made you pause, and Luke must have noticed the slight falter in your expression because his grin widened. You shoved at his chest, hard enough that he finally moved off you, but the damage was done. You were flustered, and he knew it.

“You’re such a pain in the ass,” you muttered, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Right back at you, princess.”

The nickname, as condescending as it was, sent a jolt through you. Maybe it was the way his voice dropped slightly when he said it, or maybe it was the way he was looking at you now—like he was daring you to snap back.

And snap, you did.

One second, you were shoving at his shoulder. The next, his hands were on your waist, and your lips crashed together. It was messy, desperate, all of the pent-up frustration spilling over into something way hotter than either of you had planned. His hands gripped your hips like he’d been waiting for this, and when you bit down on his lower lip, he groaned against your mouth.

Your fingers curled in his hoodie, tugging him closer, and he gladly followed, pressing you back against the couch as his mouth moved against yours, demanding and hungry. The fire between you had finally found its outlet, and there was no stopping it now.

The air between you was thick with something unspoken when you finally broke apart, both of you breathing heavily. Luke’s forehead rested against yours for a fleeting moment before he pulled back, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” he teased, his voice lower now, rougher.

You rolled your eyes, even as your pulse hammered. “Shut up.”

He grinned but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with a confidence that sent another shiver down your spine.

“C’mon,” he murmured, tugging you up from the couch. “Before Jack gets back.”

A thrill shot through you as you followed him down the hallway, your stomach twisting in anticipation. This was dangerous, reckless—but you weren’t stopping now.

Not when sneaking off with Luke Hughes had suddenly become the most exciting thing you’d done all night.

The near-misses started piling up after that night. A stolen kiss in the kitchen while Jack was in the other room. Luke slipping his hand under the table at dinner, brushing against your thigh as you tried to keep a straight face. One night, Jack almost walked in on you tangled up in Luke’s bed, forcing you to dive under the covers while Luke casually pretended to be scrolling on his phone.

It was thrilling. Addictive. But eventually, the excitement started to wear thin, especially for Luke.

One night, after slipping out of Jack’s apartment and into Luke’s room again, he hesitated before pulling you close. There was something different in his touch, something hesitant.

“This isn’t just—physical for you, is it?” he finally asked, voice low but vulnerable in a way you’d never heard before.

You blinked at him, thrown off by the sudden shift. “What?”

Luke exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I just—sometimes it feels like that’s all we are. And I don’t want that.”

You studied him, heart clenching at the uncertainty in his eyes. “Luke, I wouldn’t be sneaking around for just anyone. This is more. I want more. I thought you knew that.”

His jaw tensed. “I want more too. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

You reached out, threading your fingers through his. “You’re not just a hookup to me, Luke. You never were.”

His shoulders sagged in relief, and he pulled you in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Good. Because I think I’m falling for you.”

You swallowed, emotions thick in your throat. “Then fall, Hughes. I’ve already fallen.”

Jack found out in the most Jack way possible—by walking in on you and Luke curled up together on the couch.

He froze in the doorway, blinking as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Are you—kidding me?”

Luke groaned, dropping his head back. “Well, that could’ve gone better.”

Jack pointed a finger between the two of you. “How long?”

You hesitated. “Uh… a while?”

Jack groaned. “You two are the worst.”

But there was no real anger in his voice—just exasperation. And when Luke laced his fingers through yours, squeezing lightly, you knew it was all worth it.

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My Queen (BuckyxReader) Smut

A/N: I have always wanted to write a Sex Pollen fic but every time I tried to write one it didn't feel right. Finally I started writing and the vibes started flowing. I wanted filthy smut but with emotion and feeling and I hope that I achieved that. Either way I am super proud of this and I hope readers enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Synopsys: The reader and Bucky are sent on a mission where they are exposed to what is referred to as Sex Pollen. Their feelings for each other are forced to be faced.

Word Count: 6,218

Warnings: Sex Pollon, Friends to Lovers, forced sex (due to drugs), sprinkle of Angst, Bucky, SMUT, SMUT SMUT SMUT. SO LITTLE PLOT.

My Queen

Bucky stood in the back of the Quinjet, checking over his person. It was like a ritual for him, starting from the top he would check every strap and belt, double check each gun and knife blade. His body swayed, compensating for the slight lurch of the Quinjet before it leveled out.

“And we have touched down,” Y/N said from the pilot's seat, with a press of a button her chair spun around. She came up behind Bucky gently tugging on his back harness. The back of the Quinjet dropped down, revealing several structures in a clearing, surrounded by trees. They began to make their way to the larger building in the center. The clearing was shrouded in a dark gray filter as the misty fog creeped its way through the trees, under a sky blanketed by cloud cover, reclaimed by nature. A scan showed no signs of human life, which was little in the way of relief.

They silently approached the front door before stepping into the building. A home. The remnants of one anyway. They entered the kitchen, with a table still made. Flowers in a porcelain milk jug left dead, wilted and dried in the center. A plate sat next to a folded newspaper. Y/N could feel the shift in the air as soon as they walked in. The weight of the secrets of the house, hidden behind the semblance of a quiet life, mixed with the pure evil that seeped from its walls in tendrils made Y/N uneasy. 

They progressed through the first and second level of the home. Although every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust each room sat pristine, frozen in time as if the owner just ceased to exist. One of many of Hydra’s calling cards.

They made their way back outside and to the side of the house. Y/N turned scanning the tree line as Bucky yanked and cleared away brush that covered the storm doors nestled against the house. Nature revealed the chained and padlocked metal doors.

Bucky pulled the chain, breaking it in his metal hands. The parts slipped through his fingers like sand. The doors opened with a gut dropping creek revealing a set of stairs leading down into a dirt floor cellar. 

“Ladies First.” He waved his hand as he motioned his hand forward, his eyes scanning behind Y/N. 

She walked forward, “What a gentleman.”

The cellar was packed hard, the air was stale and stagnant. The wooden shelves that lined the stone wall held glass jars full of canned food. 

Bucky walked to the corner, moving a basket out of the way, revealing a hatch. 

The ladder led down to a concrete room, with the only doorway being a gated elevator shaft. An electrical box was mounted on the wall. Bucky opened it and began to check it over before pulling the large handle down. It made a large metallic thunk as Bucky forced the handle down. A soft wiring noise began to buzz.

Bucky pulled the metal gate to the side, ushering Y/N into the car, he closed the gate after he stepped on and reached for the hand crank on the side. Slowly the metal gears began to move and creak as the elevator descended. “Why does every Hydra base have a creepy elevator?” Y/N asked as she took in the rust-streaked walls of the shaft illuminated by dingy yellowing lights that flickered as they warmed up. 

“Günter did suggest rainbows and butterflies, but as you can see, he was outvoted.” Y/N tried to hide her smile as she rolled her eyes.

The elevator came to a stop as it reached the bottom of the shaft, pulling the gate aside again, they found themselves in a storm of destruction “What is this place?”

“It's a lab, was a lab.” Bucky looked around, “I don't believe I was ever here, but it's where they developed all kinds of fun.”

They began to clear the room, flashlight in hand. Tables sat disheveled and tipped over, their contents scattered. Papers littered every surface like confetti. Various medical equipment and hardware mixed and mingled with the papers, while every box of a computer was shattered or broken. As if someone punched every screen. Several lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling, attached by a few wires, while others found their way to the floor. Bucky held a dangling light to the side, letting Y/N walk through before following.

She scanned the room as she took another step, a loud popping crunch noise made her jump, she looked down, lifting her foot, to see the glass shards sprayed across the floor. 

Bucky laughed as he pushed past her. “You’ve been playing to many zombie games,”

“Shut up.” She walked behind him.

Bucky laughed again as he held his arms out, doing his best zombie impression, ‘Brainsss.” He turned to grab her head. “No brainsssss”

Y/N shoved him playfully, "Can we just do this and get the hell out of here?" Bucky chuckled as he clicked on his flashlight and continued sweeping the lab with a smug smile on his face. Y/N wasn't going to lie, nothing about this place made her feel good. She wasn't sure if it was because of its history or its current state, either way she was very much looking forward to leaving. 

As they continued into the next room, Y/N eyes came to rest on Bucky’s back. They trailed across his harness, how it spanned across his wide shoulders. The dim lights still highlighted the muscular lines built into the metal of his arm. Bucky paused for a moment, pivoting on his heel to double check a dark corner. His face was concentrated, eyes trained. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have them trained on her. 

She shook her head, focus, she mouthed to herself. With the room cleared they were moving forward again; her eyes came to the back of his head and down his back. They slowly trailed down to his ass, framed perfectly in his tactical pants, the seams accentuating his curve. 

Suddenly Bucky stopped, looking up at a mess of chains, “Let’s see what's behind door number one.” He put his flashlight between his teeth as he began to roll his sleeve up his flesh arm. 

Y/N watched, entranced by the simple action, she glanced up to see Bucky watching her. He smiled around the flashlight; he reached up with this metal hand taking the source of light. He took several steps toward her before bringing his hand up to her jaw.

“That’s what does it for you?” he swiped his thumb against her bottom lip before swiping his thumb down, pulling her lip with it. “Is it my arm?”

She nodded.

“Or is it my fingers?” Her eyes dilated as Bucky chuckled leaning forward, “Do you want my fingers?” She could feel his breath against her skin as he walked behind her, his flesh hand reaching around, grasping the toggle of her zipper. She could hear each tooth unzip as he pulled the zipper down its full length. The coolness of the metal left a tingling sensation as he followed in the zipper wake, his palm slid down her stomach, closer to her aching core. Her breathing became heavy as her head began to spin.

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice sounded firm, the look of concern evident “Are you okay?”

The world came crashing back in a blink of her eye. Her eyes snapped open to find Bucky standing in front of her, still messing with the chains. She shook her head trying to shake off the ghost feeling of his touch. Y/N took a deep breath, her brow began to pull together, "Do you smell that?” She takes another deep breath through her nose, “It's almost sweet, floral, its faint.”

Bucky looked at her puzzled, the air around them smelled musty and old. Then the realization hit him. "Shit.” With the chains forgotten, Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her back down where they came, “Where is that vile you stepped on?”

His touch was distracting, “Over, over there, I think?" He let go of her, "What's going on?” Y/N asked as Bucky began searching the ground.

He turned still looking, “Just, please, we need to find it.”

She walked back over a row and kicked a pile of papers, a cracked vile rolled out, “It's right here.” The end was still intact, the label holding the shards together.

Copulation Stimulant 

Y/N’s eyes read over the label, “Is this?” She looked back down again hoping she read it wrong, “This is, oh my god--no-no-no-no.” She dropped the vile again, the realization setting in, her hands coming to her face as she rambled, “I can't do this, this has to be some cruel joke. Yeah? It’s labeled wrong? I can’t actually fuck my best friend…I can't--”

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“Oh, come on now,” As Y/N began to spiral Bucky knelt down to confirm his suspicion, "Best Friend!?" He tried to joke, to keep Y/N with him. "Nat might fight me for that title."

"Stop. I'm serious. You don't understand," She began shaking slightly, overwhelmed as the tears began to fall down her cheek. 

Bucky's smug smile dropped from his face as he took in Y/N’s state, his eyebrows knitted together.

Y/N's chest tightened as she looked up at him. “I can’t fuck my best friend because I’m in love with my best friend."

"Sweetheart" The word came out of Bucky’s mouth like an exhale as he took in her words. 

“Oh my god, am I going to fuck my best friend, who I’m in love with, for the first time in a dingy old Hydra base." Y/N's mind was moving a million miles a second. A heat began to spread from her core, she took a deep breath. 

“Come on,” Bucky gently grabbed her arm, "Not here, let's get back to the Quinjet, okay?”

Y/N shook her head as she let Bucky lead her out of the bunker. She could feel the heat spreading throughout her body, like water slowly trickling down through the soil, saturating each grain as it was pulled down by gravity. It felt invasive. 

The Quinjet bay door began to close as Bucky climbed into the pilot's chair. Y/N sat in the back, her breath becoming heavy. "I'm getting really hot." 

“Like little pin pricks of heat all over your skin?" The Quinjet shook slightly as it rose into the sky.

"Yeah-h" Y/N said as a sheen of sweat began to cover her face. 

"It's hitting you faster." He quickly flipped some switches before getting up out of the chair, he grabbed a med kit duffle bag out of the closet before kneeling in front of her.

Y/N's brow slowly pulled together, "Why?"

"It's designed for super soldiers." Bucky began as he pulled out and cracked a jelly ice pack, instantly making it cold before placing it on her neck. "Which means it's stronger for you."

Y/N felt the sting of the cold radiate, "Okay, okay…okay. What's going to happen?" Her head swirled as she placed her hand over his that held the ice pack, grounding herself. “Be honest.”

Bucky took a deep breath, unable to pull his gaze from her pleading one. "Your adrenaline will slowly rise, until your heart feels like it's going to burst and every cell in your body is vibrating." He flipped the ice pack to the other side of her neck. "It's going to alter chemicals in your brain, driving up your sex drive and arousal." His chest began to heave as he began to feel the effects. “At the same time, it will lower your inhibitions and block all sense of self control.”

Y/N took a deep breath through her nose. "And sex is the only way?"

"No, we can ride this out." Bucky said as he also breathed deep. "It will be torture, an ache of a pain that will thunder through your existence. Every second you resist will feel like one second closer to death, but it won't kill you."

Y/N fought through another wave of heat before responding, "I don't know what to do. It's getting hard to think."

"Yeah." Bucky knew what was to come. How many hours they would have to endure if they waited it out. He dropped the ice pack, now warm, before bringing his hands up to the sides of Y/N's face, pulling her focus back. "Listen to me," He took a moment, “Never in a million years would I have wanted this to be our first time." He let out another grunt as he fought another wave, a smirk appeared through it. "I planned on asking you out, on a real date, before I led you to my bed. To treat you like a queen. My queen.” Tears threatened the corners of Y/N's eyes. Her heart was beating in her ears, and it felt like years as they leaned forward, their foreheads resting against each other. “If we do this now, it won't be like that, you need to know once I start, I will not be able to stop. You will not be able to stop."

Her fingers came up dragging down the edge of his scruff-covered jaw line. “I understand. I trust you, please, I trust you.”

The moment his lips touched hers everything stopped. Bucky physically felt Y/N's body relax as her lips began to move against his. She snaked her hands up his chest and behind his neck before pulling herself off the back of the chair and as close to him as she could. 

Y/N got lost in the intense high created, everything slowed down and hazed over. A dull, mind numbing, wave of emotions swirled in her brain as all sense of time was lost till eventually it wound itself into a ball and exploded against the back of her eyelids. The heat began to fade, leaving a chill across her skin. Her head felt empty and tired. Mentally she couldn't string two coherent thoughts together. Her body felt loose, and her eyes watered as a tear slid down. 

"Hey, it's over." Bucky was catching his breath as he held her head in his hand, looking into her eyes, "it's over," her gaze was distant. 

"Shit." Bucky held onto her, held her close as he began rummaging through the duffle bag, "Come on, there you are." Bucky returned to Y/N, "Y/N, doll, I need you to take this. It will help, can you do that?"

Y/N Glanced down at the small syringe in his hand, "What is it?" The words slurred and tired.

"It will let you sleep till we get back and Bruce can help." Bucky replied softly. 

The tears began to stream down her face, "I'm feeling everything. At once."

“I know. It’s the drug, a side effect.” Bucky took her hand, “Sleep will help.”

“Okay,” Y/N shook her head as she sniffled. Within moments of the liquid entering her blood stream, Y/N's eyes became heavy, and her body relaxed as she drifted off. Bucky gently maneuvered her, placing her on her side across several seats. He fixed her suit, now ripped wide open from navel down to her exposed thighs, her breasts out on display. He pulled the sides of the fabric, covering her the best he could before he grabbed one of the packs of the on-board pillows and blankets, ripping it out of its packaging. He positioned the small pillow under her head and draped the blanket over her body before cleaning himself up and making his way to the cockpit. 

Bucky listened and waited for her to fall into a deep sleep before grabbing the headset. "Friday, please connect me with Steve and Bruce."

"Right away," Friday responded as two small transparent screens appeared in front of Bucky's face. 

Steve's face was scrunched as he slowly woke up, "Hey, what time is it?"

"Two." Bruce replied as he did a double take, pulling on his glasses, "In the morning."

"There's been a situation," Bucky's voice was low, Steve's attention was immediately caught, and he finally took in Bucky's appearance, "We came into contact…with a substance," Bucky looked back again making sure Y/N was still out, "It was developed by Hydra for their breeding program, they called it copulation stimulant, but everyone referred to it as sex pollen." As the Quinet silently made the trek back to the compound, Bucky filled them in.

Bucky tossed and turned in bed, he rolled over, sheets tangled around his legs and stared up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath he reached over for his phone, the screen turned on showing it was only mid-morning. 

He rubbed his face before kicking his sheets off and sitting up on the edge of the bed. He stared down at his floor, his mind taking over sucking him back into that moment. Flashes of Y/N's face, filled with fear, overwhelmed with emotions and emptiness played on repeat. 

He blinked away the images as he made his way out of his room. Bucky walked down the hall towards Steve's room. 

Steve sat at his table; papers strewn about as he caught up on his paperwork. He heard the knock before Bucky walked in. 

"How are you feelin'?" Steve asked as Bucky slumped into a chair, aimlessly picking up a piece of paper, setting it back down, not interested. 

"How is she?" Is all Bucky asked. 

Steve pushed a tablet towards him, "Medically speaking, she's okay, nothing more than a few bruises."

Bucky looked down at the screen, a mission report, currently on the recorded incidents page. His eyes instantly skimmed and settled on Y/N's list of injuries before swiping through the rest of the report.

"I decided not to include the details." Steve continued as Bucky sat the tablet down with an exhale. Steve slowly set down the pen as he leaned back in his chair slightly. "Buck, how are you?"

"Angry." Bucky shook his head. "For me to go through it again, fine. But not her."

"Did Hydra use this stuff often?" Steve's brow pulled up softly. 

Bucky's lips flashed a sad smile with a huff of a laugh, "It cycled through. They called it a compliance tool." He looked at his friend, "Sometimes they would call it a reward." 

"Jesus." Steve let out under his breath. 

“They had an endless supply of compliance tools and rewards.” Bucky shrugged slightly, "I'm okay Steve, honestly.”

"I was going to go check on her in a bit.” Steve leaned forward and picked up his pen again as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Bruce gave her something to help her sleep more, rest is probably the best for her right now, so she probably won't be stirring for another hour or two." Bucky nodded his head slightly as Steve spoke.

Steve watched as Bucky began to slip back into his thoughts. "Hey," His voice pulled Bucky's eyes to him. "You guys will be dancing around each other again soon enough."

"I told her." Bucky's confession came out softly. "How I feel, right before I railed her brains out in a fit of uncontrollable horny rage." 

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve sat staring at his friend, “You thought, that after being exposed to a chemical weapon used to sexually exploit their victims, yeah this is a good time to confess my feelings to the woman I’ve been absolutely obsessed with since the first day I saw her?”

"Yup," Bucky popped the p, "In my defense she confessed first.”

“Unbelievable,” Steve pinched, “Why are you two like this?”

“In love? Or Insane?” Bucky asked back with a shrug,

Steve crossed his arms as he leaned back, “Go talk to her you jerk."

…

Y/N’s room was dark, every curtain pulled tight and not a single light was on. She had woken up several times only to roll over and fall back asleep, not wanting or ready to face the world yet. She lay on her belly, letting herself lay there, her head spiraling with thoughts. She grabbed for her phone, the brightness from the screen making her recoil, it was already close to two in the afternoon. She rolled back over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. 

“What's wrong with me?” She asked quietly to herself. 

She never wanted to experience sex pollen again, it scared her to her core to have her own free will taken away. Her heartbeat picked up as she thought about it, a panic slowly bubbling. She took a deep breath, “We can ride this out.” His words echoed in her head. “I wanted to take you out on a date. Treat you like a queen. My queen.” Her heart stuttered a moment as she took another deep breath. 

A knock at her door drew her attention. Slowly she rose from her bed, just as she approached the door another soft knock came. She reached for the handle and opened it to find Bucky standing with a paper bag in hand.

She stared at him, her words stuck in her throat, “Team ordered out, I got your favorite.” Bucky held the paper bag up. “I, um, I wanted to check in and.."  He paused as he shrugged.

Y/N could see the anxiety and pain behind his eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hands coming to the sides of his torso and sliding back, as she hugged him. 

As if on que Y/N stomach growled and she let out a small laugh. She pulled back, taking the bag from Bucky. “Thank you, I don't think I ate anything in the med bay when we got back.” She turned into the room, “Wanna come in?"

As Y/N walked back in, she flicked on a few lamps, creating a soft glow. Bucky closed the door behind him, unsure of what to do. Her desk was sitting just far away to be awkward but the only other place to sit would be her bed, somewhere he had never thought twice about before as he would just sit down or jump in. Now? He was acutely aware of his actions, and it created a ball of anxiety in the pit of his stomach.

“Bucky, you're welcome to sit on my bed.” Y/N noticed his hesitation.

He shrugged. “I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“You aren't” Y/N said as she pulled a plate down from a cabinet in her Kitchenette. 

Bucky paused for a moment before taking a deep breath, "What's going through your head?" Y/N stopped what she was doing, food forgotten as he continued. "Be honest."

Y/N turned, leaning against the counter, to face him. She crossed her arms as she took a moment to bring her words forward, "Did you mean what you said?" her question was soft and quiet. "Your queen." She blinked her gaze up to his.

Bucky let out a huff of a laugh, the corner of his mouth pulling up, “I remember the day you arrived at the compound.” He continued. “That morning Steve and I were set to leave to go on a recon mission. We were going back to the Siberian Hydra base; I hadn't been back since the airport incident. I was an absolute mess leading up to it.” Bucky looked down at his hands as he absentmindedly followed the lines and seams of his metal finger with this flesh. “I probably shouldn't have gone.” He paused again. “I had come so far, the words out of my head, a family around me and I had finally thought I found peace. Yet the moment I stepped back into that room, I looked upon that pit with that monstrosity of a machine still sitting there. I lost it. It instantly triggered a spiral of anger and I felt pushed right back down to my lowest existence.” Bucky kept his eyes trained on the floor. “Steve watched as I destroyed the machine, before helping me calm down. We got the answers we needed, well Steve got the answers we needed. When we got back, I was so far stuck in my head, but then I heard this laughter, it was light and contagious.” Bucky looked up at Y/N who was giving him her full attention. “Your laughter.”

“I followed that sound, until I saw you. Sitting at the counter, a smile on your face and I swear I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. For the first time since I could remember I could feel this spark of a flame ignite inside of me.” Bucky continued. “This spark that created light and hope and feeling. It only grew. Day after day. It grew with your kindness and confidence. Your strength and your intelligence. That day you took Steve down, he played it off, but I knew that you had genuinely taken him by surprise, I could see it in his eyes. So, I let myself fall in love, I let that light grow into a raging blaze. Until I found myself trying to muster up the courage to tell you while simultaneously trying not to take you where you stood. Ask me again, ask me if I meant what I said.”

Tears were building up in Y/N’s eyes, “Did you mean it?”

"Every word." There was no hesitation in his response as he didn't look away. "I would worship every inch of your mind and body, if you'd let me."

The world began to fade away as Y/N's heart began to beat faster. Bucky's words swirled in her head as she tried to comprehend their meaning as if she couldn't believe them. Bucky sat patiently watching as Y/N slowly walked up to him. Her gaze uncertain, he could feel the tension in the air, as the line they both were hesitant to cross was quickly approaching.

Y/N tentatively stepped between his legs. She could feel the tug of war between her anxiety and adrenaline as she reached to touch his face. She moved her thumb across his jaw, Bucky could see her mind taking off.

He brought his hands up to rest on her hips, "Look at me." Y/N stood quiet for a moment as she took in his unwavering gaze. "What do you need?”

Y/N took a deep breath, "To be your queen.”

He gently pulled her closer. His lips pressed against hers, a tingling sensation ran through her body. Y/N felt Bucky’s hands gently slide down to the crook of her knees. He pulled her up onto his lap, sliding his hands over her thighs following the curve of her ass, before pulling her flush as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against hers with a gentle urgency as they began to get lost in each other. In that moment, nothing else mattered - no worries or fears, no past or future. There was only the heat of the moment, the electricity between them.

Y/N let her fingers sink back into his hair, tugging slightly, as a low moan tumbled from Bucky’s mouth. “I need more.” Y/N said as Bucky kissed down to the nape of her neck.

He slid his hands up under the hem on her shirt, letting them slowly trail up her sides. Her chest heaved as his thumbs ghosted the underside of her breasts. 

She pulled herself off him, sliding herself back to stand between his legs again, slowly she pulled her shirt up and over her head. He reached up and pulled his own shirt over his head, discarding it. He leaned back, picking up his hips as he pulled his pants down, kicking them off. His length sprung up to full attention and Y/N’s eyes dilated. She stood back admiring Bucky, taking in his sheer size, she bit her lip as her core began to pulse. 

“Come here,” Bucky’s words pulled her in like a lure.

As she climbed back on his lap her hands came to the side of his face and pulled him into her lips. A breathy sigh of a moan escaped Y/N. She lifted herself up on her knees, pushing him slightly back to get to the right angle. She could feel his tip resting at her entrance.

Bucky nudged her nose with his, getting her to look at him. She held eye contact as she slowly slid down, feeling herself stretch around him until she bottomed out. A broken gasp fell from Y/N as the feeling of fullness made her body shutter, Bucky’s stomach twitched in response. She slowly began to roll her hips. His hands squeezed her thighs as he let out a swallowed moan. Her pace quickened until her hips began to fall out of rhythm as she desperately chased her release. 

"That's it sweetheart," His words of encouragement doused in an aroused tone. He felt her sides flutter. He could feel her pressing down on him. He kissed the edge of her jaw as his other hand cupped the back of her head before slowly sliding his lips down her neck. Grazing over her nipples. Another flutter. Her hand slid up into his hair and gently pulled him closer, pressing her nipple to his lips.  The way she took what she wanted made him feral. "Fuck" Bucky whispered. The sound was low and guttural, skittering over her skin like wildfire. 

With every heavy breath a moan escaped. With the last roll of her hips her orgasm exploded through her. Y/N's let out a choked moan as her knees clenched together on either side of Bucky. She felt his metal fingers splayed across her back and his flesh held onto her waist. 

Still fully seated, She let her head fall onto his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. Bucky pressed his lips to the other side of her neck before tipping her head back up to see her face. She felt like she was floating in euphoria.

"Feeling good?" Bucky's hand cradled her head. 

A smile spread on her face as she nodded into his hand. "I need more."

Bucky pulled her face to his, guiding her to his lips. Kissing her slowly as he reached his hands behind her, sliding them down her back. He began kissing down her neck and chest as she leaned back slightly. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, feeling Y/N pulse around his sheathed member. He let it fall from his mouth watching the soft skin bounce slightly before latching on again. Y/N squirmed, grinding down, desperate for any movement. 

Bucky gripped her hips and pressed her down further as he worshipped her chest. "James," His name came out as a broken whine. 

"Say that again." Bucky instructed, "Say my name."

"Ja-ahhhh-mes" He sucked her nipple again as she spoke. 

He smirked slightly as he slid his hands under her ass and stood up, Y/N held on as Bucky turned them around and dropped her on the bed. Y/N rubbed her thighs together from the loss of friction. Bucky watched for a moment before Y/N let her legs fall open. Splayed fully open for him, Bucky instantly crawled over, his breath against her sex making her shutter. His lips trailed kisses up her stomach. 

“How many nights have you imagined me like this?” A low chuckle came from Bucky, “Not just nights, and not just this.” He sucked her nipple between his teeth, making her gasp, before he soothed the shock away with his tongue. Y/N’s fingers ghosted over his hairline as she slid them back into his hair, he looked up at her and his eyes darkened as he sunk down and ran his tongue flat against her core. 

Her fingers curled, pulling his hair as her back arched off the bed. Electricity buzzed and exploded up over her body. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her from going too far.

Y/N fell further into bliss as Bucky explored her folds with his tongue. Soft moans spilled between her breaths. She gasped as he slowly inserted a finger, moving it in and out, then two, he felt her walls constrict as he slowly moved and curled his fingers. Y/N began to rock her hips against his face. His lips captured her clit sucking softly before pulling back, letting it fall from his lips. Y/N’s mouth fell open as the filthiest moan fell from her lips. 

He began rubbing his lips and tongue against her in a smooth pattern that felt like a love letter. Her hands gripped his, slipping back to his wrists as she writhed with him, completely letting him guide her over the edge. 

A choked moan came as Y/N’s legs squeezed Bucky’s head. She involuntarily curled up. Bucky wiped his mouth as he sat back on his knees, bringing his fingers up, sucking them clean.

He reached down and grasped her thighs, pulling them up and over his. He leaned back down, letting his hands slide up her torso, up and under her breasts, as his lips found hers once more. 

Y/N could feel his tip at her entrance, and it sent a shiver down her spine. 

She clung to his shoulders, nails dragging across his skin as he slowly pushed himself to his base. She felt the stretch as Bucky began to roll his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out. He began to pick up his pace, to read her body and follow her needs. Y/N hand snaked back around Bucky’s neck, as he sat back up on his knees, she clung to him as he continued his relentless pace. Y/N gripped onto the back of his neck with one hand as she found his knee with her other hand, propping herself up. There was no need however, as Bucky held her up, with his metal hand firmly on her ass and his flesh arm wrapped around the small of her back. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, his lips catch and dragged up her neck before sucking on her pulse.

Y/N’s body trembled as she fought to hold back, selfishly wanting more yet not knowing if she could take it. 

She felt her core wound as tight as it would go, unable to hold on to it any longer, she let go. Her body shuttered and Bucky could feel her orgasm pulse around him, squeeze him. He continued, fucking her through, dragging her out as far as he could. He was close and couldn't take it anymore. He let Y/N fall back onto the bed, as he pulled out and finished on her stomach. 

Their breathing was heavy as Bucky leaned over once more, bringing his hand up to Y/N face, her eyes glossed over in euphoria. “Are you okay?’

“Yeah,” She shook her head as she let out a sigh, “More than,”

A smile spread across Bucky’s face as he kissed her, “I am going to go get the shower ready for you, is that okay?”

Y/N Shook her head again before gently pressing her lips to his. “I need to lay here for a moment.”

“You just lay here and look pretty,” Bucky pulled himself off the bed.

Bucky walked into the bathroom, turning the water on to let it warm up. He quickly washed himself and cleaned up before setting up the bathroom for Y/N. He pulled a fresh towel out, placing it in the warmer next to the shower. A purchase that at first, he thought was ridiculous but has since rescinded that opinion. 

He heard Y/N soft pitter pats as she walked in, the steam beginning to form and build. “All set, towel is in the warmer.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said as she made her way to the shower.

“Don't be too long, your food will get cold.” Bucky kissed her forehead before he left Y/N to clean up as he went back out and continued to reheat the food, he had gotten for her. While the microwave hummed, he stripped the bed and stretched new sheets from corner to corner. Laid out the blankets and pulled them back slightly ready for Y/N to crawl in. 

He pulled down another plate for himself before playing up the food. Just as he finished cleaning up Y/N walked out. “Smells good.” She came up to Bucky’s side, wrapping a hand around his arm, leaning against his shoulder. “I am so hungry,” a laugh escaped Y/N, her head moved slightly as Bucky moved his arm. “Go eat, I’ll be right there with some water.”

“Thank you,” Y/N grabbed the plate and took a deep smell through her nose and smiled. “You really did get my favorite.” She said as she settled in on the bed and took a bite.

Bucky sat a cup of water down on her side table before crawling in to join her, “I know. I know all your favorites.”

“Oh?” Y/N asked as she took another bite. 

“And I have the rest of the night to figure out the ones I don't know.” A blush spread across Y/N’s cheeks. 

“I am looking forward to it.” She smiled as she glanced over at Bucky. “I could get use to this queen shit.”

“Oh, you just wait Doll,” Bucky replied. “I am just getting started.”

-End-

[iyoonjh]

Beyond Plus Ultra! – The anatomy of falling in love

Chapter 15: Over 1,000,000 Heartbeats Per Second, but Jesus Christ who let the dogs out?

wc: 6536 words

Soobin was going to pass out.

Like, not metaphorically. Not the oh, I’m so nervous I might faint, ha-ha kind of thing. No—he was genuinely preparing himself for actual loss of consciousness.

Because she was coming over. To his apartment. The same apartment where he had cried over Your Name, kept an unopened One Piece figure on the bookshelf for three years out of fear of “ruining the box,” and owned exactly zero furniture that could be classified as “adult.”

And she—Y/N—was coming here voluntarily. After the kiss.

Which had haunted him every waking second since it happened.

Soobin stood in the middle of his living room, staring at his bookshelf like the books had personally betrayed him. Why had he alphabetized them? That was insane, he was insane. No normal person alphabetized their manga by author and series title. That was the behavior of someone who paid taxes with a sword and lived in a moss-covered cave.

His hands flew to the shelf. No time. Chaos was more human. He began to de-organize everything with the urgency of someone erasing a crime scene. Then paused. Was chaotic worse? Would it scream “this guy hasn’t emotionally evolved since Digimon”?

Truth was, Soobin had cleaned his apartment like he was preparing for a government inspection.

Not just a “wipe down the counters and hide your socks” kind of clean—no, this was a full-blown crisis intervention. He vacuumed. He rearranged the manga shelf three times. He googled “how to look effortlessly cool but emotionally available through interior design.” He wiped down the inside of the microwave. The inside. Who even notices that?

He had picked out three shirts. Tried all of them on. Hated all of them. Went back to the first one – the Gojo one. Changed again. Now he was in a soft grey hoodie because “low-stakes and huggable” felt like the safest vibe.

And still, as he paced his too-small living room—hands tangled in his hair, heart clawing its way up his throat—Soobin was certain of one thing: He was going to die. Or combust. Or dissolve into the floor. Or something equally dramatic and deserved.

Then his phone buzzed, and for a split second, he was genuinely convinced it was the end. A stroke. A heart attack. Divine punishment.

Y/N: omw :)

Oh god. She used a smiley face.

Not an emoji. A colon-parenthesis smiley. The old-school, no-frills kind. The kind that meant warmth. Familiarity. The kind that made Soobin feel like maybe she wasn't coming over to say "hey, about that kiss, let's never speak of it again, it was the worst kiss of my life."

Maybe.

He stood up so fast he got dizzy. Checked the mirror. Immediately regretted it. His hair looked like he’d tried to style it in a wind tunnel. His hoodie was riding weird on his shoulder. He looked exactly like he felt: insane.

The buzzer rang.

Oh my god. It’s her. Okay, this is happening, this is life.

Soobin walked to the door like a prisoner walking to the gallows, heart on his throat and sweat running down his spine.

He opened it.

And there she was.

Backlit by the low golden sunset, hair slightly tousled from the breeze, her lips pulled into a soft smile that made his brain completely short-circuit.

Soobin stopped functioning.

Like, genuinely. His entire body just—froze. It was like he was seeing her for the first time all over again. As if seeing her like this had triggered some biological override. As if his nervous system had taken one look at her and whispered, Nope. We’re out.

She was right there. Real. Warm. Wearing the kind of expression that lived in the spaces between his daydreams, the kind that looked too soft, too fond, too much for his heart to take.

And she was smiling at him.

God. That smile.

It wasn’t big or dramatic. It was quiet, just a curve of her mouth and a slight crinkle near her eyes, but it hit him. Like some hidden part of him—some vulnerable, unspeakable center—had been waiting for exactly this moment without realizing it. And now that it was here, now that she was here, he couldn’t breathe.

His heart was thudding hard. Loud. As if trying to escape his chest and throw itself at her feet.

Because she looked like something out of a dream he’d never have the nerve to describe out loud. The way her hair caught the last light of day. The way it moved ever so slightly in the breeze. The worn tote bag hanging from her shoulder, the edge of a book peeking out like an accidental detail from an indie movie. Her shoelaces a little uneven. A necklace he’d never seen before. Her hands tucked into the sleeves of her sweater.

Every detail was devastating.

Because it was her.

Because she'd kissed him.

And now she was standing in front of his apartment door like it was nothing. Like this was casual. Like his world hadn’t been tilted off its axis since the last time he saw her.

And for a second—a full, long, crushing second—Soobin wasn’t standing in a doorway.

He was standing on that porch again, her face just inches from his. Her hands in his hoodie. Her breath brushing his cheek. The kiss, soft and surprising and all-consuming, like a secret he didn’t know he’d been keeping.

He’d replayed it in his head every night since.

Except “replayed” didn’t even cover it. He’d relived it. Obsessively. The angle of her chin. The way her hand lingered near his jaw. The moment her lips met his and the rest of the world just faded out.

It had wrecked him.

It had remade him.

And now she was standing here in golden light, eyes lit up with that mischievous glint, and Soobin had never felt more like a character in the wrong genre of movie. The best he could hope for was to not pass out before offering her water.

His throat was dry. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. His palms were clammy. His knees felt like they might betray him at any moment.

She said, “Hi.”

And he thought, I would memorize every version of your voice just to keep this one forever.

He said, “Hey.”

And wanted to punch himself immediately.

But she just smiled wider. Tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. And he nearly had to lean against the doorframe to stay upright, because how was this his life?

She was really here.

And she had no idea. No idea how hard it was not to tell her everything. Not to say, I haven’t slept because I keep imagining your mouth on mine. Not to blurt out, I’ve been thinking about you every second of every day and I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Not to confess, you ruined me a little. And I liked it.

Instead, he swallowed hard. Shifted his weight.

Let her in.

Prayed to every god that had ever existed that he wouldn’t do something monumentally stupid.

Because the girl who kissed him under a starry sky was now walking into his apartment, and Soobin had never been more aware of his own heart than he was in that golden hour light.

“Hope I’m not too early,” she added, stepping inside. “I brought candy. And emotional baggage.”

Soobin let out a nervous breath. “I’ve got a whole closet for that.”

Y/N laughed—soft and easy—and kicked off her shoes. “Oh thank god. I was worried you were going to pretend to be emotionally healthy tonight.”

“Absolutely not,” he replied, following her into the living room. “I’m very committed to my internal chaos.”

They sat on the couch—on opposite ends, naturally. A respectable, excruciating distance. There were exactly twenty-four inches between them. Soobin knew because he’d measured it earlier, just in case she sat next to him and he had to pretend he wasn’t hyper aware of how close they were.

And now here she was, cross-legged, tossing a gummy worm into her mouth like she wasn’t the sole reason Soobin’s entire nervous system was in flames.

She looked around his apartment. “You rearranged your manga shelf.”

Soobin blinked. “W-what?”

She smirked. “In that picture you sent me yesterday, Bleach was next to One Piece. Now it’s on the bottom.”

Holy shit. She noticed?

“I, uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thought I’d switch it up.”

“You panicked.”

“I definitely panicked.”

She smiled, and something in his chest ached.

Y/N looked perfectly at ease, legs tucked under her on the couch, her face lit up with quiet excitement like this—being here, in his space—was the most natural thing in the world. She glanced around the room like it was familiar, like it didn’t even cross her mind that this was a big deal.

Meanwhile, Soobin was coming undone at the seams.

His brain couldn’t keep up with reality. She was on his couch. In his apartment. Eating the gummies she bought for him. Smiling at him like this wasn’t the single most terrifying and thrilling moment of his life. A silent, internal scream echoed through him as he tried to act normal—like his heart wasn’t trying to launch itself into orbit.

It hit him like a rogue wave: sudden, cold, and disorienting.

What was she doing here? How had this happened? Did she know what she was doing to him?

He blinked once. Twice. She was still there.

“Movie?” she asked, scrolling through the options on the screen like she didn’t just shatter his entire nervous system.

He nodded—too fast, too eager—and managed to form a word. “Yeah.”

They settled on Dune without much debate. It was an easy choice, safe and cinematic. A little pretentious in theory, but somehow a comfort movie to both of them. Neither of them mentioned they’d already seen it. Maybe because it didn’t matter. Maybe because this wasn’t about the movie at all.

Soobin knew every line, every cut of the camera. He couldn’t recall a single frame.

“So,” she said, popping another gummy into her mouth, eyes diverging from the screen, “tell me something dumb you believed as a kid.”

Soobin blinked. “Like… I used to think if I drank soda and chewed gum at the same time, my stomach would explode?”

She gasped. “Same! I was terrified. One time my brother gave me Coke while I had a mint in my mouth and I almost cried.”

He grinned. “A shared trauma.”

“What else?” she nudged his sock-covered foot with hers. “C’mon. Let me into the mind of young Soobin.”

“Oh no. That’s dangerous.”

“Do it.”

He sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine. I used to believe that if I didn’t say goodnight to my stuffed animals in order, they’d fight each other while I slept.”

Y/N nearly choked. “What kind of Toy Story warzone were you sleeping in?”

“They were competitive! Especially the penguin and the dragon.”

“It doesn't seem like a fair fight to me.”

Soobin laughed, and it was the kind of laugh that felt real—the kind that cracked through the nervous haze and made room for something softer. Something that said: she’s here. She’s here and she’s laughing and this is okay.

“What about you?” he asked. “What dumb kid belief did you cling to?”

She smirked. “Okay, this is embarrassing. But… I thought actors lived inside the TV.”

Soobin blinked. “Like, just waiting?”

“Yeah. Like they had little apartments in there. And they’d come out when it was their turn. I once whispered to the TV during Lizzie McGuire to let Gordo know I thought he was cute.”

Soobin snorted. “Wow. Poor Gordo never knew.”

“I had to move on.”

They laughed again, the kind of shared laughter that slowly eased the weight in the room. They kept talking, forgetting about the movie, —about their friends, their childhoods, Soobin’s unfortunate incident with a Slip ‘N Slide and a pinecone (“I don’t wanna talk about it”) and Y/N’s brief, cursed phase as a magician’s assistant at a third-grade birthday party –which Soobin told her that Taehyun would love.

Somewhere in the middle of the conversation—right after Y/N finished explaining how Jungwon once accidentally texted her “I love you” instead of “on my way”—the distance on the couch changed.

Soobin didn’t know how it happened. It just… shifted. Slowly. Like gravity was in on something he wasn’t.

Their knees touched.

Just a light brush. The smallest point of contact. But it hit him like a shockwave, like someone had flicked on a switch in the dark corner of his chest that hadn’t seen daylight in years.

And she didn’t move.

She didn’t apologize or shift away or act like it was anything at all. She just kept talking. Calm. Unbothered. Like she wasn’t currently rewriting the molecular structure of his body just by being there.

Soobin’s breath caught in his throat.

His heart—already a mess from her smile, her laugh, her whole being here—now decided to go into full DEFCON 1. Blood roared in his ears. His lungs felt too shallow. He tried to focus on what she was saying—something about Jake’s tragic karaoke renditions of emo songs—but all he could think about was how close she was. How real. How soft her voice sounded from here. How her knee was still touching his.

And then—then—she leaned a little closer.

And that was it. That was the moment he actually, truly, almost lost it.

Because she was here, right here, and she was so effortlessly herself. And he was Soobin—sitting so still it felt like his bones were buzzing. Trying not to explode. Trying not to mess this up.

He didn’t know how to sit anymore. His back was stiff, like if he moved the wrong way the moment would shatter. His hand was resting awkwardly against his thigh, fingers twitching like they were aching to reach for her, to trace the lines of her hand, to prove this was real.

Because it didn’t feel real.

Not after the past three days.

Not after the way he’d gone to bed that night and just stared at the ceiling in stunned silence, hand over his chest, replaying the kiss like it was on a loop in his brain. Not after he’d walked home from the porch half-dazed, like someone who had just stepped out of a dream and wasn’t sure which reality was the real one.

He hadn’t slept that night. Not really. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face lit by the porch light—her expression right before she kissed him. Like she wasn’t afraid. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.

And Soobin?

Soobin had been wrecked ever since.

He’d woken up the next morning thinking it might’ve been a hallucination. His brain had immediately gone into overdrive: Did I imagine it? Was it an accident? Did I dream the entire thing? What if she regrets it? What if she thinks it meant nothing and I’m just sitting here making friendship bracelets out of feelings she doesn’t even know I have?

And now she was next to him.

Real. Here. Knees touching his.

Leaning closer like it was nothing.

He could smell her shampoo—something citrusy and warm, bright and sharp like the rest of her. He could feel the way the air between them tightened, thickened, like the universe itself was holding its breath.

Soobin wanted to scream. Or sob. Or kiss her again. Or all three in rapid succession.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to see her profile.

She was now focused on the movie playing on the screen. At least, she was pretending to be. Her lashes flicked downward, slow and deliberate. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. And the corner of her mouth twitched—like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

She was close enough that if he turned his head just a little more, he’d be able to see her eyes. Close enough that if she looked back, they’d meet in that space where no words were needed and everything would suddenly be too much.

And Soobin...

Soobin had never wanted anything more than he wanted to know what would happen if she looked at him right now.

Because this was worse than a crush.

It was gravity.

It was weeks of lingering glances and half-smiles and oh-god-does-she-know.

It was his fingers twitching with restraint.

It was the ghost of her lips still etched on his.

It was how good she had felt kissing him. The warmth. The softness. The way she had cupped his face like she’d been thinking about it just as long as he had.

He remembered that moment like a favorite line in a book he wasn’t allowed to reread. And now, here she was, turning pages again, breathing the same air, and not pulling away.

And it hurt. In the most ridiculous, hopeful, beautiful way.

Because maybe she remembered it too.

Because maybe she wanted to kiss him again just as badly.

Because maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t one-sided after all.

And so, Soobin sat there, heart thundering, body frozen, wishing he had the courage to close that last inch of space.

Wishing he knew for sure.

Wishing he could tell her that the kiss hadn’t ruined him.

It had remade him.

And now he didn’t know how to exist without her this close.

“Soobin,” she whispered suddenly, her voice soft but enough to make his heart lurch.

He turned, trying not to look too startled. “Yeah?”

She leaned her head back against the couch, eyes still on the screen. “What would your dragon stuffed animal think about us sitting this close?”

He blinked. Then laughed, nervous and breathless. “He’d be jealous, probably.”

“Oh?”

“He was very possessive.”

“Over you?”

He looked at her then. Really looked. And for once, she was already looking back.

A beat passed. Then another. And her smile shifted—gentler, softer. “I don’t blame him.”

Soobin swore the air in his lungs turned to static. “That’s, um. Bold of you to say.”

“I’m a bold person.” She popped another gummy into her mouth, her tone far too casual for the way his chest was currently caving in on itself. “You just never noticed before.”

He wanted to say, I notice everything about you. The way she chews her bottom lip when she’s thinking. The way her laugh always comes half a second after she covers her mouth like she’s still trying to hide it. The way she never finishes her coffee but always insists on making a fresh cup. The way she kissed him and ruined every song that used to mean nothing.

But his brain wasn’t functioning. Not with her sitting this close. Not with her warmth brushing against his side like she belonged there. So instead, he swallowed hard, cleared his throat, and said, “Not true. I’ve always noticed you.”

She turned to him again, eyebrow raised, the corner of her mouth twitching like she was trying not to smile. “Yeah?”

Her voice was teasing, but her eyes were hopeful. Curious. Like she wanted him to keep going.

So he did.

“I mean… freshman year?” Soobin shook his head with a soft, breathless laugh. “You used to walk across campus with your headphones in and that laser-focused expression, like you had a secret mission to complete.”

“I did,” she said, smirking. “It was called: avoid human interaction at all costs.”

He grinned, but there was something quieter in the way he looked at her now. Something almost reverent. “You were kind of intimidating, honestly. Not in a bad way. Just… you always seemed so far away. Like you were in a different world. Like…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like someone like me wouldn’t ever be in yours.”

She tilted her head. “Soobin…”

“Y/N, really, how could I not notice you?” he said, eyes meeting hers now, voice a little steadier. “Even when I tried not to. You were just—there. Always. In your own orbit. And I’d see you in the library or walking past the café and I’d feel like I was watching a movie I wasn’t in. Like I wasn’t supposed to talk to you. Just… admire from a distance.”

Her breath caught, and the playful spark between them simmered into something softer.

“And last semester,” he continued, barely above a whisper, “when we had that one class together? I used to wait an extra minute before leaving so I’d run into you by the doors. I timed it. Almost every week. Even though I never said a word.”

She blinked, her voice just as quiet now. “You noticed me like that?”

He smiled, a little shy, a little proud. “I always noticed you like that. And now,” he added, voice quiet, “now it’s like—I walk into a room and I look for you without even realizing it.”

There it was.

The truth, not just in his words but in the way he said them—gentle and careful, like he was offering her something fragile.

Y/N stared at him, blinking slowly, like maybe her brain was catching up too.

“I didn’t know,” she said after a moment. “I thought I was the only one who… noticed.”

“You weren’t,” he said, almost in a whisper. “You never were.”

Silence stretched between them, golden and warm. The movie played in the background, forgotten.

“So,” she started, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “hypothetically speaking… if someone were to want to kiss you again—like, let’s say they did it once, and it was sort of unexpected but really good—would that person be totally out of line if they… wanted to do it again?”

Soobin’s brain blue-screened. Rebooted.

“I—uh. I mean. Hypothetically?”

She nodded, pretending to study the credits now rolling across the screen. “Mhm. Totally hypothetical.”

“I think… that person would be very, very in line.” He smiled, shy but sure. “In fact, they might even be doing the universe a favor.”

Y/N turned back to him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. “Oh. That’s good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She bit her lip. “Because I’ve been dying to kiss you again.”

Soobin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, all tension and disbelief. “Then you should.”

She tilted her head, playfully skeptical. “Just like that?”

She didn’t say anything right away.

He nodded. “Just like that.”

Just looked at him, really looked — the way someone might look at a constellation for the first time, like connecting the stars finally revealed the shape of something they’d been trying to understand all along.

Soobin felt suspended in that gaze, like the world had narrowed to this one fragile thread between them.

And then—

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Okay?” he echoed, blinking.

It took him a second to believe it.

And another to move.

But then he was leaning in, just a little — so slowly it almost hurt — like he was afraid she might vanish if he moved too fast. His eyes flicked to her lips and back up again, searching for any sign that this wasn’t real. That maybe he was dreaming on his too-small couch and any second now his phone would buzz and shatter everything.

But she was still there.

Closer now.

And when her eyes fluttered shut, he closed the space between them.

The kiss was careful at first. Soft. Like the moment you dip into warm water — tentative, unsure, until it wraps around you and makes you forget you were ever cold. Her hand found the side of his neck, featherlight, and he melted under the touch. His fingers barely brushed her jaw, scared to startle her, but needing to hold on to something, anything.

She tilted her head just enough and deepened the kiss, and that was it — Soobin forgot his own name. Forgot where they were. Forgot how to breathe.

She tasted like the strawberry gummies she’d been eating earlier, sweet and a little tart, and Soobin knew—knew in the deepest, most irreversible way—that he would never eat one again without remembering this. The soft press of her lips. The warm weight of her hand on his chest. The way everything else had gone quiet.

And then her fingers moved.

Slowly, deliberately, from his collarbone to the curve of his shoulder, tracing the fabric of his shirt like she wanted to memorize it. It was barely a touch, really—just fingertips. But to Soobin, it might as well have been a lightning strike. His breath hitched, and suddenly every nerve ending he’d ever had was tuned only to her.

She shifted closer, knees bumping his, and the couch dipped slightly beneath her weight. Her palm splayed gently across his chest now, grounding him, and he realized with a dizzy sort of awe that she could probably feel his heart trying to punch its way out of his ribcage.

Still, she didn’t pull away.

Soobin’s hand moved almost without thinking. He touched her waist first, tentative, unsure, but she didn’t flinch. If anything, she leaned in, her hand sliding up the back of his neck and curling into his hair. That single, confident tug—barely even pressure—made him exhale, made him melt.

Every new point of contact felt like a secret shared. Her thumb brushing the hinge of his jaw. His fingers trailing along her side until they rested at the dip of her spine. Her knees tucked closer to his thighs now, her body warm and real and so incredibly close.

Soobin pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded but watching him with something soft and certain.

“You’re really here,” he whispered, like the words might help him believe it.

She smiled, fingers still in his hair. “Where else would I be?”

He didn’t answer. He just leaned in again—this time with a little more urgency. Like he couldn’t bear the space between them. Their mouths met again, and this kiss was messier. Fuller. Her hand slid down from his hair to his cheek, then lower, tracing the line of his throat, and he shivered at the contact. He held her tighter now, one arm wrapped fully around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head like she was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.

And maybe she was.

Every move felt sacred. Like permission. Like a promise.

The kiss deepened slowly, a lazy build of heat and gravity, like neither of them wanted to rush what was happening but couldn’t stop leaning closer, falling harder. Soobin’s thumb brushed over her waist, back and forth, anchoring himself to the soft curve of her. Her fingers were tangled in his hair again, guiding him, holding him there like she couldn’t get enough either.

And then—A sound.

Barely audible. Just the faintest, breathy moan against his mouth. Soft and helpless, like it had slipped out before she could stop it.

It shattered him.

Soobin stilled for half a second, heart thudding wildly in his chest. Every thought, every carefully constructed dam of restraint he'd built in the last five minutes cracked at once. His pulse roared in his ears. That one sound had lit a fire low in his stomach, something raw and wanting and entirely new. It was the sweetest thing he's ever heard.

His hand tightened at her waist. The other cradled the back of her neck, tilting her head just slightly to kiss her deeper, fuller, like he was starving and she was the only thing that could keep him breathing.

She didn’t pull away.

If anything, she clung to him, fingers curling tighter in his shirt, nails grazing the back of his neck. Her lips parted willingly beneath his, that same quiet sound escaping again—and he swore he felt it vibrate straight through his bones.

He made a sound then too, low and nearly a groan, something desperate and reverent all at once. He pulled her impossibly closer, their chests pressed together now, her legs shifting to hook around his, as if she couldn’t stand another inch of distance either.

“God,” he whispered against her lips, voice wrecked and shaking, “you’re gonna kill me.”

She smiled, flushed and a little dazed. “Not unless you kill me first.”

And then she kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

And Soobin, hopeless and breathless and completely gone for her, let himself fall—hands everywhere, heart wide open, tasting strawberry and summer and everything he’d ever wanted in a single moment that felt like it might never end.

After five or maybe five hundred kisses, they were still tangled up on the couch, sunk into the cushions like gravity had given up on them. Her legs were draped over his, one of her hands absentmindedly playing with the drawstring of his hoodie, and Soobin was pretty sure this was the happiest he’d ever been while doing absolutely nothing.

But also—he was dangerously close to combusting.

His brain was short-circuiting from the way she kept looking at him, from the way she was still holding onto him like she didn’t want to move. Like maybe she liked being here just as much as he did.

He cleared his throat, shifting slightly beneath her.

“So,” he started, trying to sound casual and immediately failing. “Um. I know the couch is… like, peak couch. Very comfortable. Lots of personality. But… uh. Do you… maybe wanna see my room?”

Y/N blinked at him, eyebrows lifting. “Your room?”

He panicked. “Wait. That sounded like a line. I didn’t mean it like that. Not—not in the ‘hey baby, wanna see my room’ kind of way.”

She grinned. “So not in a ‘Netflix and chill’ kind of way?”

“I mean… Netflix is already playing,” he said, eyes wide, heart pounding. “And there’s no chill. I’m literally sweating.”

She burst out laughing, collapsing a little more into him, her forehead landing lightly on his shoulder.

“I just—” he tried again, helpless. “You’ve never been in there, and I—I thought you might want to see my shelves?”

Y/N tilted her head up at him, biting her lip to hold back her smile. “Your shelves.”

He nodded solemnly. “Very elite shelving. Tastefully curated. Zero dust. An emotionally significant penguin figurine.”

“You had me at emotionally significant penguin.”

He grinned, then stood up, offering her his hand in that awkwardly formal way of someone both pretending not to be nervous and simultaneously vibrating with nerves.

She took it easily, lacing her fingers through his.

“Lead the way, Mr. Curated Shelves.”

As he guided her down the hall, Soobin could feel his pulse in his ears. He almost tripped over his own slippers, bumped into the wall once, and still managed to keep talking, because silence would be worse.

“I cleaned it recently, by the way,” he babbled. “Not just because you’re here, but like, maybe a little because you’re here. But also because I spilled ramen on the rug. That’s unrelated.”

“So this is a room of mystery, drama, and noodles.”

“I contain multitudes,” he said, eyes wide. “Please keep expectations low. There are Funko Pops.”

She squeezed his hand. “Soobin. I’m excited.”

That made his heart do a strange flip.

He opened the door and stepped back dramatically. “Behold. My domain.”

Her eyes immediately scanned the room, and her entire face lit up. “Oh my god, it’s so you.”

There were books, game controllers, a surprisingly well-made bed, and a color-coded manga shelf. And on top of it all sat a small, slightly lopsided pirate penguin.

She gasped. “Is that Captain Waddles?!”

Soobin groaned. “I can’t believe I didn’t hide him.”

“You better not have. He’s perfect. Does he still fight dragons?”

“He’s retired. Writes memoirs now. Very private.”

She giggled and walked further in, taking it all in like she was in a museum. And all Soobin could do was watch her.

Because she was here. In his room. Holding his penguin. Smiling like she meant it.

And Soobin couldn’t remember a single time he’d been this happy to share a part of himself.

He’d always kept this space kind of sacred, honestly. Not in a “no girls allowed” kind of way–because it's not like any girl would've wanted to go there–, but more like… this was the one place where he could be entirely himself. No social filter, no worries about fitting in or looking cool. Just him, his comics, his odd collection of trinkets, and the quiet.

So the fact that she was standing here—in her little hoodie and mismatched socks, looking around with open curiosity and warmth instead of judgment—felt like someone had cracked open a window in his chest and let the light in.

“Your bed’s made,” she said, mock-suspicious.

He flushed immediately. “Okay, yeah. That was for you.”

“Busted.”

“I panicked!” he cried, flailing slightly. “I’ve never had anyone in here before! Especially not someone I’m—uh, I mean—”

She looked up at him, eyes gleaming. “Someone you’re…?”

“Fond of,” he finished weakly, like that was the word his brain landed on in sheer desperation.

“‘Fond of,’” she repeated, walking over to him slowly. “That’s such a Soobin word.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re ridiculously cute and kind of tragic.”

“I—wait, tragic?”

“In a very charming way,” she added quickly, eyes dancing.

Before he could defend himself (he was working on something involving honor and slander), she sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot beside her.

He went, obviously.

And when their shoulders touched, the silence that settled between them wasn’t awkward at all. It was full of electricity. Of things not said. Of all the tension that had been slowly building like steam in a kettle.

Y/N reached over and picked up a small, laminated Pokémon card from his nightstand.

“Is this... holographic?” she asked, holding it up to the light. “Oh my god, is this a first edition Charizard?”

Soobin lit up. “Yes! Yes, it is. I kept it in a binder for years. I traded like three Digletts and a shiny Eevee for it in eighth grade. Honestly, daylight robbery.”

She looked at him like he’d just handed her a national treasure. “I love that you still have this.”

“I love that you don’t think I’m a total loser for it.”

She smiled, softer now. “How could I? This is… you. All of this is you. And I really like you, Soobin.”

That was it.

The sentence that rearranged everything inside him.

He turned to face her fully. His hand brushed her knee—lightly at first, but when she didn’t pull away, he left it there, grounding himself.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, voice a little hoarse. “You like me?”

She leaned in just enough for him to feel her breath on his cheek. “Yeah. A lot, I thought I've said this already.”

He didn’t know what to do with that except feel it. All of it. The butterflies, the warmth, the urge to throw himself out the window in a happy spiral. But also—he couldn’t let the moment go without being Soobin about it.

“So like, on a scale from ‘appreciates my book organization’ to ‘would still talk to me if I told you I cried during Spirited Away’…”

She grinned. “You cried during Spirited Away?”

“That scene with Chihiro’s parents! They’re pigs! It’s devastating!”

She was laughing again, tipping into him, and this time when their noses bumped, neither of them moved back.

“Okay,” she whispered, her fingers toying with the sleeve of his hoodie. “So what’s next, Mr. Curated Shelves?”

He looked at her mouth. At her eyes. At the girl sitting on his bed, who somehow made him feel less alone just by existing.

“I think I kiss you,” he whispered.

And she smiled like she’d been waiting for that.

Just as Soobin was about to lean in—heart thudding, eyes locked on her smile, hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek—the front door slammed open.

“GUYS. SOUND THE ALARMS. SOUND THE ACTUAL, LITERAL ALARMS.”

A beat of silence.

Then—thunder. Pounding paws, frantic snuffling, and then—“WHAT THE—” Soobin yelped as a blur of fur and chaos charged into his room at the speed of light and body-slammed them both on the bed.

Y/N shrieked. “WHAT IS HAPPENING?”

“I FOUND A DOG,” Beomgyu announced, bursting dramatically into the room, panting like he’d just run a marathon. He was holding a lightsaber in one hand and a half-drunk can of Monster in the other. “HER NAME IS RONNIE. SHE IS MY DESTINY.”

“WHAT?!” Soobin was being smothered by floppy ears and enthusiastic dog kisses. “WHY IS SHE ON MY BED?!”

“She chose it,” Beomgyu said solemnly. “She chose you. She is imprinting. Like in Twilight.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N wheezed, trying to sit up as Ronnie, tail wagging wildly, climbed over Soobin’s chest to lick her face.

“She’s licking me!” Soobin cried, flailing helplessly. “She just stepped on my neck!”

“She’s asserting dominance,” Beomgyu nodded wisely. “You must accept her leadership now. You are part of the pack.”

“I was about to kiss Y/N!” Soobin shouted, still being steamrolled by a very excited Ronnie.

Beomgyu gasped. “Oh my god. Did she ruin the moment? That’s so Ronnie-coded.”

“She full-on flew into the room like a missile,” Y/N laughed, petting Ronnie’s head. “How did she even get in?”

“I gave her a dramatic speech about how sometimes in life, we find what we weren’t looking for. Then she followed me home. I think we’re soulmates.”

“She’s a dog,” Soobin muttered, now sitting up with his hair sticking in eight different directions.

“She’s a vision,” Beomgyu corrected, absolutely starry-eyed. “Also, she chewed through my phone charger, so now I think we’re trauma bonded.”

Ronnie barked once, loudly, like you’re welcome for the vibe check.

“She’s kind of cute,” Y/N said, giggling as Ronnie shoved her snout under her arm and curled up next to her.

Soobin looked at them both—Y/N, smiling and relaxed, Ronnie snoring now like she owned the place—and sighed dramatically. “Great. Replaced. By a dog.”

“Oh come on,” Y/N grinned, nudging his knee. “You’re still in the top two.”

Beomgyu flopped onto the edge of the bed, somehow holding a bag of chips he hadn’t had five seconds ago. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been. The gang’s all here. I’m starting a group chat called Ronnie’s Guardians. Soobin, you’re emotional support. Y/N, you're her style inspiration.”

“I am none of those things—” Soobin began.

“Shhh. Let it happen.”

Ronnie let out a contented sigh, tail still thumping lazily against the comforter, as if to say this is my bed now.

And even though the moment had been completely derailed, Soobin couldn’t help but smile.

Because Y/N was still next to him. Laughing. Petting a dog neither of them knew existed ten minutes ago. Looking at him like maybe, just maybe, that kiss would still happen later—

Even if they'd have to work around Beomgyu and his emotional support goblin dog to make it happen.

And Soobin? He had never been happier.

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author's note: HI I'M BACK! i know it was overdue, but here i am with yet another cute CUTE c u t e chapter hehe. I got my dog bc she followed me home and jumped on my bed just like ronnie did to beomgyu so i guess i got inspired by that! also, y/n is the coolest i cant!!! i hope you guys enjoy it, what do you all think?? a little spoiler: the gangs are going on a trip hehe

ALSO adult life is no joke, i'll tell you that! i've been so busy and tired that when i get home i just fall sleep! i'm so upset i can't update as often as i'd like to, i'm really sorry guys thank you for understanding! i'm trying my best bc it brings me so much joy, and i can tell makes you guys happy too!! i'll reply to everyone now hehe anywaysss thank you so much as always <3

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[riacte]

Bogwaters Dev Log 22/5/2021

Because apparently I'm doing this thing now (interactive fiction parodying the 2021 Treebark Rise and the "hidden" Discord server that nurtured it)

I'm trying to make a mini demo version just to test out mechanics and what is feasible. It'll probably last around seven days (June 1 to 7) with individual dashes for each day and 5/6 NPCs you can invite

On June 1, you're pretty much guaranteed to unlock 2 invitable NPCs that act as a tutorial. One of them will accept, the other will reject. The one who rejects you has no negative consequences because it's a tutorial and because they're chill about shipping. The one who will accept should be as obvious as 2021 Tumblr would allow when everyone was on their eggshells

You can make one (1) post each day, which in this game mostly serves to raise "friendship levels" with NPCs. On June 1, you will be given three choices to post— they each correspond to a different NPC with different interests and will give you a slight boost for the one you chose. Your goal is to gain enough friendship to invite them. These will require effort unlike the tutorial NPCs

The first NPC is one who follows and likes you but is skittish about openly shipping. You can increase friendship by posting things they like (since they will see you on their dash), reblogging their posts, and showing your approval, which helps them to open up.

The second NPC is one you follow, is fine with shipping, but doesn't follow you back. You can increase friendship by reblogging from them with nice tags (to tell them you exist since they won't see your posts on their dash). Or you can be mean and they'll block you and you won't get enough people to win.

The third NPC is one you don't follow and they don't follow you back, but you get the vibes they're a covert shipper and you'll need all the help you can get. This one deals with the paranoia of "is this stranger chill or not?" as you frantically hunt into the depths of their socials

Shoutout to my current NPCs platypus-crown (player character aka PC) kindredwaves judasredemption benbiggitybong gayshulkerbox starfish-wizard and 9-blue-blobfish.

I have added block/follow choices which I am lowkey regretting because every post will be forced to do a "have you blocked this user?" check (not feasible with complicated conditional choices). Then again, if you see a post from someone you blocked, it feels like realistic Tumblr bugginess. And you shouldn't be blocking people for no reason because your whole dash will be empty and you'll lose lmao

Altar scene speech is here somewhere. As is gray long and strong #whoremembers

SHIPlakebog. Or whatever.

Future bits:

Yes there will be a MGC this month (Minecraft Gamer Championship). Yes it is Purple Piranhas 15 with Ben Mars River and H2OBomb, making it 3/4 Blue Blobfish 9

Yes Mars will make his stupid jealousy comment and the dash will explode

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt. 1

synopsis ! He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit charming barista.

cw ! no use of y/n, fluff, fluff, and more fluff

fic radio ! Bittersweet Faith by Bitter:Sweet

Coffee Shop Love Masterlist | Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

Yet another slow night at the Mug & Muffin Coffee House passed you by. To no one's surprise, not a single soul drinks coffee at night. You always kept the shop open if someone wanted to swing by and get some baked goods for the night. The rest usually went to the soup kitchen five blocks down. You sat by the counter chin propped up on your hand, as fatigue drooped your head down, and Peter Pan sprinkled fairy dust on your eyelids dragging them down.

The lethargic vibe of the shop with slow jazz playing in the background contrasted with the frantic ring of the doorbells. Your head shot up immediately with the sudden burst of noise. The cool winter air bit at your skin until the door closed and you felt the embrace of the blasting heater. Your eyes readjusted to the warm lights bringing you back into your shop surrounded by the endless coffee beans, leafy green plants, books, and the myriad of vintage photos framed in rusting gold Victorian frames. You directed your focus to the customer who had walked in.

Your lips parted slightly as a little gasp escaped them. A middle-aged man, with golden skin the color of black coffee with a bit of creamer; mahogany hair slicked back in a perfect disaster, with wisps of stray gelled hair strands framing his face perfectly waltzed in. He had the sharpest and highest cheekbones, a cleanly shaved face, and pearly white teeth. He stood at almost seven feet and struggled with getting the mistletoe above the door out of his voluminous hair.

Holy smokes he's hot. Where did this man come from?

He huffed as he finally freed himself from the clutches of the mistletoe. "What a low doorframe," he huffed.

"Or—maybe you're just wicked tall," you answered offering him a buzzing smile.

He quirked a brow at your playful comment. His face gave no gateway to his thoughts.

"Welcome to Mug & Muffin, what can I make you tonight?" you asked, looking up at him to meet his gaze.

"I'll have a hot black coffee for here please," he replied, as he took his wallet out.

Your facial expression naturally contorted at this odd request. You checked your watch to make sure you weren't going insane. Yep, 9 pm, why is this psycho getting coffee? You looked back up at his unbothered face.

That perfectly chiseled unbothered face. Fuck you for being so perfect mystery man. You thought as you typed the order into the machine.

"Would you like any cream or sugar with that sir?" you inquired as your eyes met briefly.

"Nope just black coffee," he responded with a touch too much sass.

"Okay, and can I get a name with this order?" you chirped, to which he replied, "Miguel O'Hara,"

You hummed as you printed his receipt out and handed it to him. He picked a seat facing the counter. Lucky me, you thought to yourself. You were quite content that you had some eye candy to feast on tonight.

I moved to Nueva York two weeks ago and I was still struggling to find a decent coffee shop. For convenience, I figured I would stop by the one close to Alchemax.

I already knew it was going to be a shit storm when I had to duck my head to get into the cafe just to get my hair caught in some weird plant above me. Problem number one, they have an agenda against tall people here.

Problem number two, the second I walked in, I saw the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my whole life. Great, the barista's cute. When she asked for my order, her voice was cute too. She did seem a little weirded out that I asked for coffee but how could I function without my 80th cup of the day?

She was waaay too energetic. But it was kind of rubbing off on me.

Problem number three, I let my temptations win me over and I sat in a seat that faced her. Which did nothing for the pile of case studies and documents I had to look over. I'd pretend to type whenever she was looking and resume taking in her beauty and behaviors when he wasn't. She was the sweetest distraction. Sure I was shaming myself for not getting all my work done, but I was also patting myself on the back because, what a view!

You made his black coffee while sneaking little peeks at him. A pair of reading glasses adorned the bridge of his nose as he taped away at his laptop. After a while, you brought his piping hot black coffee to him, and he thanked you with a little head nod, eyes still glued to his computer screen.

"Would you like coffee cake or some kind of muffin? I have a bunch of extras, it'd be on the house," you suggested.

"No thank you, I don't like sweets," he answered. You exaggeratedly gasped at his sudden revelation.

"You don't like sweets?" you demanded, placing your hands on your hips. You tried your hardest to give him an angry face while suppressing a curious smile. He found your efforts to look angry cute rather than intimidating. The corners of his mouth slightly rose as he cooly answered, "No, I do not,"

"Are you even real?" you grumbled, shaking your head and ticking your tongue. You sashayed back behind the counter to pack up the sweets to drop off at the Nueva Hope Soup Kitchen. You looked up in time to see Miguel take his first sip of his coffee(how he didn't burn his tongue? The world may never know). His head shot up and surprise marked his eyes as he looked down at his drink and then back at you, before letting out a satisfied hum of approval. He quickly downed his mug faster than you made it.

Truthfully, the shop closed 15 minutes ago but Miguel sat there too lost in his emails, documents, and reports to realize that you had shut the light off at the counter and put up every chair but the one he was sitting in. He only came back to earth after you had 'accidentally' dropped your keys by his chair. As cliché as the night already was, you both went to pick them up, your hands subtly grazing. Thump. He quickly retreated his hand looking anywhere but your face. He realized that it was beyond time for him to go. "Sorry about that it appears I've lost track of time," he admitted.

"No worries," you smiled finding anything else to do fidgeting with your keys. Thump? Seriously?

He packed his work bag as you loaded the back of your car with boxes of extra baked goods. Closing the trunk of the car, you peeped back into the shop to see Miguel placing money in the tip jar you had just emptied.

Stepping out of the shop Miguel started, "That was the best coffee I have ever tasted," You crossed your arms and smiled warmly looking up at him.

"I never got your name though," he trailed off.

"And you're not gettin' it," you teased.

"Everyone on the block calls me Baby, though," you explained.

"Yeah I'm not calling you that," Miguel deadpanned. You laughed at his response as you locked up.

"Suite yourself. You have a good night Miguel!" you called out as you opened your car door.

He gave you a lazy wave and you drove away. Night fell on Nueva York along with the snow. When you finished your delivery, you entered your apartment right above the shop with the tip jar in hand. You had emptied it before but Miguel had put something in it. When you opened it your eyes widened at the several twenty dollar bills. What the hell? He'd even left a note on the 'Tell us How We Did' sticky notepad. The sticky note read, "You are way too energetic for a shop owner at nine pm. But that was the best coffee I've ever had, will be coming again,"

His handwriting was something in between cursive and chicken scratch. Although you could barley read his note, it still put a smile on your face.

-> Next Part

[imonanotherlebel]

In Bloom Together

Chapter 1

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞʚ・ ୨

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Florist San x client reader

Warnings: WARNING, LOT OF LOVE AHEAD!

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The sun's gentle rays filtered through the petals, casting a warm glow upon San's flower shop. and in walks Y/N with the doorbell chiming like she's in some movie. She checks out all the flowers – roses, tulips, daisies – it's like a freakin' rainbow exploded in there. Smells nice, too.

A symphony of floral scents hangs in the air, making the whole place feel like a dreamscape. The vibrant colors of petals and leaves decorate the shelves, each bloom telling tales of beauty and grace.

Y/N's eyes widen, taking in the visual feast before her. It's a haven she didn't expect, a place that's like reality and fantasy had a lovechild. A soft smile touches her lips as she inhales the floral perfume, feeling a sense of calm wash over her.

San, a tall figure behind the counter, can't tear his eyes away as Y/N's fingers delicately trace the petals. His florist's heart knows a kindred spirit when it sees one. As she wanders deeper into the floral wonderland, he's captivated by her childlike wonder, a spark that lights up the shop even more.

Looking up from his work since the door opened, his eyes finally met Y/N's, and in that moment, he felt a subtle shift in the energy of the room. This wasn't just another customer; it's someone who vibes with the soul of his creations, a connection he didn't see coming.

"Hello there," San greeted, his voice carrying the warmth of a spring breeze. "Welcome to Blossom Dreams. Is there a particular flower that caught your eye, or are you in need of some inspiration today?"

"Heyy," Y/n responded with a cheerful smile, her eyes sparkling with a look that screams, "I love this place!"

And then, plot twist, as she takes a step forward, engrossed in the enchanting scenery, an unforeseen obstacle – a rogue flower pot – appears in her path. With an unforeseen twist of fate, she trips and gracefully stumbles forward.

But guess what? San's superhero reflexes kick in. San, quick on his feet, reacted instinctively. In a split second, he reached out, catching her arm to prevent a graceful fall from turning into a less elegant descent, saving her before the floor becomes her next best friend.

"Whoa, easy there," he chuckled, a genuine warmth in his eyes as he helped her regain her balance. "Wouldn't want the flowers to witness a grand entrance like that."

Y/n blushed, a combination of embarrassment and amusement. "Well, they do say a dramatic entrance sets the tone, right?"

San couldn't help but laugh, finding her lighthearted spirit contagious.

"Absolutely. I'm San, by the way, the curator of this floral wonderland. And you are?", He spoke, smiling so wide that his dimples showed.

"Y/n," she replied, her embarrassment giving way to a genuine grin. "I guess I'm the girl who tried to waltz with your flowers and lost."

San joined in her laughter, finding an unexpected delight in her presence. "Nice meeting you.", he said with a genuine smile, the words flowing like poetry from his lips. "Well, Y/n, consider it a unique initiation to my shop. Now, tell me, any particular blooms that caught your fancy?"

"So we're going to continue talking in poetry?", Y/n asked, giving him her Doe eyes which never failed to make any boy shut up.

Now it was San's turn to blush.

Y/n continued to grin, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. "I usually buy flowers every Monday, and my usual shop closed down recently. This is like stumbling upon a hidden treasure!" Her fingers trailed delicately over the leaves of a blooming orchid as she spoke.

San chuckled softly, appreciating her enthusiasm. "I'm delighted you see it that way. Flowers have a way of revealing themselves when you need them the most. Is there a specific type you're drawn to?"

As Y/n explored the shop, her gaze lingered on a display of elegant lilies. "Lilies have always held a special place in my heart. They symbolize new beginnings, right?"

"Indeed, they do," San replied, his eyes gleaming with understanding. "They embody the language of emotions within petals. Let me create a bouquet that reflects the poetry of lilies for you."

"Thanks, San.", Y/n replied, loving the way his name came out of her lips so effortlessly. Her blush was well hidden from San as he was busy looking for the most perfect flowers for the bouquet.

"So Y/n....", he spoke in a soft tone.

"yes?"

"Is today a day for new beginnings for you, Y/N?", he asked, his eyes hiding a hundred questions he wanted to ask. Will you come here again? What is your favorite place to hang out around here? What is your ideal type? These were type of questions running through his head. But he managed to keep them to himself.

As the conversation unfolded, a subtle connection formed, like the first petal unfurling in the morning sun.

A subtle blush tinged her cheeks as she pondered the poetic notion. "Maybe it is."

As she continued to explore the shop, San found himself captivated by her every movement. Watching Y/N navigate through the blooms felt like witnessing a dance. Her fingers moved with a grace that echoed the delicate nature of the flowers themselves. There was something special about the way she interacted with each petal, as if she could understand the language they whispered. Oh man, She is not going to be just another customer. My heart is in trouble.

As he expertly arranged the lilies into a breathtaking bouquet, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the skill and passion San infused into his work. "Do you arrange all of these bouquets yourself?" she asked, genuinely intrigued.

A soft smile played on San's lips as he continued his work. "Yes, each bouquet tells a unique story. It's a way of translating emotions into a visual language. Nature has a way of expressing what words often fail to convey."

Y/n's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and San continued, "Every flower holds a story that is waiting to be shared."

The more Y/n conversed with San, the more she felt a sense of connection beyond the petals and stems. As she selected the lily bouquet, San shared anecdotes about various flowers, making the experience more than just a transaction—it was an intimate exploration of shared appreciation.

"These lilies symbolize purity and the quiet beauty that resides within us," San explained, presenting the bouquet with a gentle smile. "Perfect for someone who sees the poetry in every petal."

"Thank you," Y/n replied, the sincerity of her gratitude evident in her eyes.

"So, any special reason you're buying flowers each week?" San asked as she strolled toward the checkout, breaking the silence with an easy chat while slowly following her. Also trying to sneakily find out if she has a boyfriend.

Y/N chuckled, adding more cheerfulness to their conversation. "Nothing special, just treating myself. Flowers have this thing where they can turn an ordinary day into something extraordinary, you know?"

San grinned, resonating with the carefree joy she radiated. "Totally get that. They have this power to sprinkle a bit of magic into life."

Y/N nodded, paying for her blooms. "Exactly! They're like tiny happiness boosts you can carry around."

"Spot on," San agreed, presenting the carefully wrapped bouquet. "Hope these add an extra sprinkle of magic to your day."

"Thanks, San. Your shop is like a sanctuary for flower lovers. I'll definitely be coming back.", she said, genuinely happy.

San's heart skipped a beat, touched by her words. "I'll be looking forward to it. Mondays just got a whole lot brighter."

With her lily bouquet cradled in her arms, Y/n bid farewell, the doorbell chiming once again. As she stepped back onto the lively streets, San watched her leave, a sense of anticipation and a lingering fragrance of lilies in the air. This encounter was more than a sale; it was a blooming connection that held promises of more to come.

As the floral fragrance lingered in the air, and the flower shop seemed quieter in the wake of her exit. San's eyes followed her until she disappeared from view, leaving him in a contemplative state.

What just happened? San asked himself, placing his hand on his heart. He wasn't usually the type to be flustered, but something about Y/n made him feel some type of way. Her genuine appreciation for the flowers and the effortless way she connected with their stories left an imprint on his thoughts.

The doorbell chimed again as another customer entered, but San's attention remained tethered to the memory of Y/n.

His mind is stuck in a daydream, picturing those lilies he arranged now in Y/n's hands. The shop, once filled with bustling sounds and the rustle of leaves, now felt like a quiet haven where the fragrance of lilies lingered, mingling with his thoughts.

The new customer approached the counter, but San's focus wavered. His mind replayed snippets of their conversation—the easy talk, her eyes lighting up at the mention of lilies, and the genuine joy she expressed, the genuine happiness he felt after a long time. It wasn't just about selling flowers; it was the connection, the shared appreciation for the beauty that surrounded them.

"Hey, excuse me, could I get a bouquet of roses?" the new customer interrupted, snapping San out of his contemplation.

"Of course," San replied, his professionalism kicking back in. He skillfully arranged a bouquet of roses, all the while stealing glances toward the door, half-expecting Y/n to walk back in.

The new customer left with their roses, and San's thoughts returned to the unexpected encounter. He couldn't shake off the anticipation of her next visit. Would she return next Monday? The thought added an uncharacteristic flutter to his usually composed demeanor.

Maybe this is the start of something different, he mused, rearranging flowers absentmindedly. The rhythm of his work was now intertwined with the rhythm of his thoughts about Y/n.

Outside the flower shop, Y/n strolled through the city, the lilies in her arms. The fragrance accompanied her like a soft melody, and she couldn't help but replay their interaction in her mind. Little did she know, San stood behind the counter, equally lost in thoughts of her, eagerly awaiting the next chapter of their connection.

Y/n and San found themselves unknowingly entwined in a blossoming story—one that held promises of emotions yet to bloom and connections waiting to unfold.....

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To be continued.......

@danihow I hope you enjoy this babes<3

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May we please get some fun facts about your Eltingville club au (The Twistedville Club)

Could be anything, and I mean ANYTHING because I will eat it up either way.

Another quick question: How did Jerry and Bill began their relationship in this AU? This could be applied to Josh and Pete as well.

Of course! Am happy to see that people like my silly au i made as i always had a love for horror/crime related stuff so i just squished the two together but to get started on the fun facts for the characters

Jerry.

Hes probably the sweetest one of them all not into the whole killing thing like the rest but mess whit his Love [Bill] or his muses and your as good as surviving a final destination character

He definitly adopts any animals he sees like cats, dogs, birds, snakes, (lituraly anything and everything the boy ain't picky) to the dismay of Bill and Josh, Pete won't give a fuck in reality

Hes also super creative and would make anything as a sighn of affection expeshaly when Bill or the others aren't in a cuddlly mood for him so his love language is gifts, hugs, giving stuff like snacks, and all the nice stuff, oh and definitly stalking and heling "hide" anyone who dare be mean to the one he Loves/cares about

As for how he and Bill began to date i made a kind of joke comic about it but to put more information on it i would say it started bifore they got admitted to the prison/mental Institute whit Jerry being himself and stalking a new Muse (who can be anything like a oc or some rando tho maybe not Mandi as i do like her and might do somthing whit her/Jane & Tommy and maybe Petes while ass sibling thing) but besides that Bill ends up chatting up qho ever the muse may be and ends up killing them by poison which Jerry sees and starts to despise Bill over and durring the period of Jerry hating and playing Bills end he gets caught and sent to the Institute where he meets Pete and Josh tho Josh dosen't really talk much then so Jerry was mously "friends" whit Pete tho that was more of a Pete protects him from people who could kill him but in return he needs to deal whit Pete Rough housing games which ended up giving or poor boy a black eye and several ways of ending somone in there sleep but bifore that happends he sees no other then Bill and whit Jerry having so much pent up rage for the death of his muse and Pete being a dick he fliped him off to rope Bill into a fight but it diden't take long for Jerry to crack as insted of Bill getting mad he asked him way hes doing it made something snap in Jerry and he realized that his hatred was so stupid as it was one sided for months maybe even a few years by then so all that pent up emotions diden't go to anger but to sadness and as he balled his eyes out Bill insted of walking away took some pitty and went to comfort him in which seeing Jerrys flush tear staned face basecly made cupid skipe Bill whit an arrow as he dose actualy fall in love for Jerry and after that they just started to date and open up more tho Jerry still dosen't talk much about some stuff (aka more lore and even a comic thing i have i just need it checked first as the topics are pritty heavy) but Jerry ends up being a happy clingy mess to Bill and Bill loves every second of it,

Bill.

Bill is definitely more in the scarry but charming side of things definitly knows how to use his words and charm to get what he wants tho he also has scarry god privilege *the dog being Jerry mad from somone distincting his man*

Hes definitly into reading, medicins, and other surgical things very Dexter/Patrick Bateman/Hannibal vibes so think of any prosice psycos and thats Bill for ya

His love language is more hidden unless vor his victims so for Jerry it would be anything and everything in private so perfect boyfriend stuff but if Pete or Josh are around his mess show off and more intimate like holding hands, cuddles, kisses be it on the face, neck, or hand,

His killing style is charms and waiting as he'll be deamed if he makes a mistake and let anything slip and if he wasen't caught by coincidence bifore being found to be criminaly insane and calculated he would have been the next Jack the ripper/Zodiac Killer but he was and now he has a cute obsessed blond twick to hold and love.

Hes definitly not much of a pet lover but he dosen't mind cat's or Rabbits i might make somthing of young bill and some childhood pet being adorable bifore something bad happend which messed Bill up,

Pete.

Pete is the main problem maker/cook in the group how and way do not ask hes just a mig of Bubba from TCM and Freddy Kruger from the Horror house series on Tictok by @/nerdymixedpan, and Freddy in that is a horny asshole who always starts shit but unlike Freddy Pete can actualy do some damage whit out being used as a human punching bag,

He definitly dose NOT talk to his family probably dew to abuse or somthing

Pete dosen't really have any hobbies besides Horror movies cuz of course and hunting mainly for fun but also because i kind of see him being into being a dark web dweller who posts his crap on there not even for the money bit just to have his ego hightend more by other sickos like him

Pete's love language is definitely gifts but not in s sweet way more like extreme versions of a cat giving you a dead mouse or somthing he would also be super agenst PDA or any lovey dovey stuff

As for how he meet Josh id say that Pete instantly noticed Josh by day one as Josh was definitly shell shocked and quiet do to somthing ill put in Joshes part but Pete baseckly started following him arround a lot not really talking untill Josh had enogh and told him to stop wigh Pete just told him somthing about if he stoped then he will just get Picked at by other people as hes seen as a defencless weakling dew to his size, inguries, and timid look he had going on and Josh seeing that begrudgingly let Pete stay around which was not the best as that developed into them kind of dating kind of not in the moust doomed toxic relationship ever but even then theres some sweet moments

Now last but not least

Josh.

Now Josh is definitly the quiet handy man in the group not interested in drama or andthing beyond a good show or book

Josh is definitly a complex character for me as i had a hard time getting ides for him bit for his Backstory he was a very toxic/manipulative person thretenind to harm himself and others dew to him being insacure of cousing anyone as he knows hes horror but he can't be bothered to fix it and that attatude ended up causing him to murder somone be it his mom/friend/maybe gf? Which led him to report himself of it whit out thinking whick ended him meeting Pete and the others

Josh definitly enjoys some of Jerry's pets like the Bunny's, cat's, hell even a deam opossum as it jelp keep away snackes

Josh also dose not fight whit Bill or really anyone hea basecly a large depresed teddy bear who will mess you up if needed or told to but would rhater prefer a nap or his show

I do think that Jerry and Josh would have adorible moments being the more calmer ones so i see them taking naps and cuddling or Josh would lisen quietly to Jerry gush over his new muse/animal he adopted,

That it for now i might add more if anything comes up or someone asks somthing about the au again, i just hope i wrote all this well as its definitely not my strong suit because of my Dyslexia and being Croatian but i hope everyone dose enjoys this stuff

[alexi-was-not-here]

Sorry @where-are-the-spooky-gays-2 you will in fact be subjected to my au bc that's what rots my brain

So context for story:

- Remus's dad is away for the weekend and so these two lads are vibing at Remus's house

- They're prob both around 16

So hope u enjoy :}

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Remus's body had decided it was time to wake up at like 2am even though he had only gone to bed at like 11:45 at best. But when he woke up Virgil was... noticeably gone. So Remus blinked until his sense fully worked again, and started looking around for clues as to where he went.

Eventually Remus realised that Virgil was likely in the bathroom which, fair. Remus has had to have a midnight piss before. Soo, he waits for Virge to come back.

But Remus waits like 10 minutes and Virgil STILL hasn't come back to bed. So either Virgil is taking a MASSIVE dump or Remus has cause for concern; and as much as he trusts his bf he feels this intrinsic need to get check up on him.

So, he gets up and stumbles his way to the bathroom. He sees the bathroom light on so his suspension is confirmed but just as Remus was about to turn around and just wait again, he heard quiet crying crying from inside and immediately turned back around.

Remus gave a gentle knock on the bathroom door. "Virgey? Can I come in?"

There was a pause, not in crying, just in dialog.

And then a quiet "yeah"

Remus let out a small breath of relief before turning the doorknob. Once he opened the door Remus saw Virgil, head hidden in his knees and strewn across the bathroom is various shaving supplies, culminating with the razor held tightly in Virgil's left hand. His whole body is shaking and Virgil hasn't stopped crying.

"Hey, hey, hey, Virgey talk to me, please" Remus said as he got low to the floor, as not to overwhelm him. Virgil slowly looked up from his knees and into Remus's eyes. Virgil's eyes are red and puffy, and there's shaving cream rubbed on his face and, due to the head in his knees thing, also on his pants.

"I was- I tried- I just-" Virgil started to sputter out, his words getting caught in his throat and unable to catch his breath.

And without saying a word, Remus just started taking deep slow breaths.

And Virgil followed suit, together they breathed in for four seconds, held for eight, and released for eight. Virgil stares away from Remus before trying again.

"I wanted, I, I wanted to shave; b-but I haven't before. And I don't want to ask my dad because I don't need another embarrassing moment of mine on that stupid, fucking, YouTube channel. So.. I tried to do it on my own, after some googling, but my," Virgil tries to catch his breath again, "my hands wouldn't stop shaking because I was nervous, and because I couldn't stop shaking I got even more anxious about the razor being by my skin and that just made the shaking worse. And I- I got upset because I can't even do this basic fucking task." Virgil took a deep sigh, trying not to cry again.

"Virgey, you have to stop being so hard on yourself." Remus raises his slightly cupped hand towards Virgil's face, letting it sit there until Virgil leaned into him.

"May I?" Remus asks as his other hand reached for the razor in Virgil's still trembling hand. Virgil gives a small nod.

And so over the course of the next half hour, Remus carefully, and gently showed Remus how to shave, and Remus wouldn't admit it, but it was actually really nice being able to sit that close to Virgil and do something.. domestic with him.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Kissing the thief | {KokuZan}

Theme: Fluff

Note:

A bit of AU info!: 

the Tsugikuni family is rich don't ask how or why IDK, IDC!!

Muzan's family is dead bc why not so he lives off of stealing (Aladdin vibes/j)

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Things had been disappearing recently from the Tsugikuni household. Obviously, it was a thief. Nobody who had direct contact to inside their house would do this, especially since it was already theirs. 

They didn't have bodyguards because they'd never bothered with them—or more like Michikatsu and Yoriichi were expected to be able to take care of themselves being both boys nearing adulthood.

So someone had to be sneaking inside, past the security cameras, and stealing their things.

And unfortunately for Michikatsu, he was put up to the task of staying up at night to find whoever it was.

Michikatsu had dropped out of school (much to his parent's disappointment, but he hadn't given a fuck and had already acquired a job anyways, which had interfered with his studying) which meant he didn't need to be stressed about some stupid thief ruining his sleep schedule.

Yoriichi had offered to help but their parents had given him a hard no and made him go study. 

Not that Michikatsu was all that jealous of him, but he just would rather sleep.

But now he was stuck pacing around the front door and the windows at night, waiting for something to happen. 

The first night, absolutely nothing happened. When he was awake, at least. He'd fallen asleep half way through the night and woke up with his mother scolding him and his father irritated that the thief had stolen something again.

The second night, Michikatsu lasted a lot longer since he'd slept during the day—he'd been given a day off for work—and he was energetic when he'd woken up. Nevertheless, he'd not caught the thief yet again, albeit they'd managed to steal a box of jewlery somehow through the night.

The third night, again, he made no progress. This continued on for a while before Michikatsu finally met this thief for the first time. 

He had been wandering around his house quietly, his ears perked and catching every small noise around him.

He'd hidden in a corner of his room at one point, hoping he'd catch the thief red-handed.

And then his window had opened. 

A boy—a lot smaller and thinner than Michikatsu had thought he would be, although perhaps that was how he got around the security cameras—slunk into the room, searching. 

Michikatsu held his breath, wondering what he should do. 

The boy looked around, his eyes catching on something out of Michikatsu's vision. He turned away from him and Michikatsu moved slightly, hoping to catch him.

But then, quick as light, the boy was at Michikatsu's side, a small pocket knife at his throat.

"Oh... You're Michikatsu Tsugikuni, then?" the boy said. He looked about Michikatsu's age. Perhaps a year or two younger. 

Michikatsu swallowed, frozen in place.

"Don't tell anyone I was here, okay?" the boy said, placing a finger to Michikatsu's lips. "No one can know."

"Y...You're stealing our posessions!" Michikatsu breathed, managing to speak.

The boy had piercing red eyes and they focused on Michikatsu like a cat observing it's prey. And then he blinked and the look in his eye disappeared, replaced by a curious gaze. 

"You're pretty," he murmured. "I won't take anything tonight, then. I have enough from yesterday. I'll see you tomorrow, Michikatsu..." 

Then he was gone, disappearing into the night. The window was closed and Michikatsu let out a shaky breath. What the fuck had just happened. 

The next morning, Michikatsu was tired as hell having stayed up the rest of the night, his mind racing. 

His mother questioned him, as always, if he'd made any progress. 

"Did you see him? I checked the cameras and you stopped walking around after a bit. At one point, you were hiding in a corner of some sorts in your room. You stayed there for quite some time, and I had the video sped up. What happened?" she asked, handing him a bowl of fruits.

Michikatsu hesitated. He found himself not wanting to say anything. What if the boy never came back? 

No, that would be a good thing, right? But still...

"No, I got... tired. Sorry," he apologized.

"You look tired. Did you not sleep during the day?"

"I did. But I guess it wasn't enough," he said, sighing.

"Your body is used to sleeping at night, it's going off it's usual schedule so your body is confused and you're still tired even if you get the right amount of sleep," Yoriichi said, sitting down at the table.

"Oh." 

"Hm, why don't you take a break from doing this, Michi'," his mother said, handing Yoriichi a bowl. "You can focus on your job again. You have work today, no?"

Michikatsu nodded, picking up his phone that he'd left on the table the night before. "Mhm."

"Then you can sleep tonight."

"Alright. Thanks."

She smiled at him then went back to the kitchen, talking to her husband about something.

"You did see something, didn't you," Yoriichi said, after their parents had left.

"What?" Michikatsu stared at him, his heart racing. "No, I didn't," he said quietly.

"Hm, sure. If you see them, just try to recount what they look like. It's fine if you weren't able to catch them, they're clearly skilled," Yoriichi assured him, misinterpreting his brother's nervousness.

"I... Yeah, okay," Michikatsu mumbled, spooning some of the fruit into his mouth.

The day flew by and soon night drew dark. Everyone filed to their bedrooms to sleep and Michikatsu, who had grown accostumed to the staying up, sat on his bed, completely awake.

He sighed, slumping against the pillows he'd stacked up on the head of his bed and stared at the cealing, his mind on the thief he'd met last night. Though, 'met' was a relative word. It would be more so... saw. Not necessarily acquaintences. Yet. Hopefully.

He groaned, bringing a hand up to his head and mussing his hair up, annoyed with himself.

Why was he like this?

He stayed awake for sometime, unable to fall asleep. It was a while before he found himself drifting off. 

He tried urging himself to stay awake then decided he'd rather not be tired in the morning. He had work, he would only make a mess of himself if he stayed up.

He fell asleep sometime around 1am, his dreams full of a boy with short black hair and red eyes.

Around early morning, 5am perhaps, he awoke. He was tired but instantly snapped out of his weariness when he noticed a figure in the far edge of his room, inching towards his desk.

"What..." he mumbled.

It was the boy again.

He looked up and their eyes met.

The boy put a finger to his own lips, making a shushing motion, and smiled mischeviously. Then, almost like an animal, he used a discarded box to jump higher up, making it appear as if it was a spring. In his hand was the same knife he'd put at Michikatsu's throat the night before and he used it to smash the security camera that had been hidden on the cealing. 

Michikatsu flinched at the sound of breaking glass that pattered down the the floor.

The boy laughed and bounded over to the bed.

"You need to put up more cameras, one isn't enough to catch ever part of the room. It's why you're so easy to steal from," he said, pocketing his knife.

He sat down in front of Michikatsu who moved back instinctively.

"Hm, you slept tonight? Too tired to wait for me?" the boy asked teasingly.

"Who are you?" Michikatsu blurted out. He was curious. 'Theif' wasn't exactly the name he could call the boy by (boy bi/j) forever.

"Me? I'm your biggest fan," he said, winking exaggeratedly.

Michikatsu flushed. "Fuck off. I meant your name!"

He laughed. "Is my idol requesting to know my name?!" he said sarcastically.

"Stop it!"

"Fineeee... I'm Muzan. You can call me your number one fan," Muzan said, grinning and leaning onto Michikatsu's shoulder.

"If you're my so-called 'number-one fan,' why do you steal from us?" Michikatsu asked, ignoring Muzan. 

"Hmm, you're smart," Muzan said, poking Michikatsu's shoulder.

"No, your lies are just stupid."

"You're saying you're dumb?" he asked.

"No! That's not-" Michikatsu groaned. "Whatever. You never answered my question."

"So I can make a shrine out of your clothes and cherish it forever—what do you think?! Your family has enough money, why not share it with people who don't?" Muzan rolled his eyes and leaned back. "You're cute, though, so I'll blame it on your parents."

"Stop saying that!" Michikatsu protested, his cheeks dusted pink.

"But I'm not lying," Muzan said.

"I..." 

Muzan smiled coyly. "You're easy to fluster, did you know that?" 

"Shut up..." Michikatsu mumbled, crossing his arms. Then, regaining his composure, he narrowed his eyes. "And stop stealing from us!"

Muzan tapped his chin. "Only cuz you asked, I'll only take lesser-valuable things, then," he said thoughtfully.

"Don't take anything!"

"No can do, cutie. I'll be off now. Oh! And you might want to think of an explanation for the smashed camera. Good luck," Muzan said, pressing his lips quickly to Michikatsu's before saluting him and practically flying out the window. "See you tomorrow!"

Michikatsu stared at the—now closed—window, a hand lifting to his lips where Muzan had kissed him. What... What the fuck had just happened?! 

{Word count: 1594}

I forgot I was writing about Michikatsu and Muzan at one point 😭

I used their names yet I forgot I was writing about them since I read more things abt Sanemi(SaneOba, SaneGiyuu, etc) today... Help can you tell their personalities are off-- I hope not

Anywho

Flirty Muzan>>>

(idk which i want to be more)

ly all 🤩

no i'm not writing a pt.2 <;3 

[mncxbe]

hellooo! i’ve been lurking in this account recently, and i must say, your writing style is amazing! if you could do me the large favor of writing a small enemies to “frenemies with hidden feelings” troupe with chuuya? in which reader attends a formal gathering alongside chuuya and reader has to seduce another person in order to receive information needed by the port mafia. once again, amazing work!

Tysm♡ that really means a lot to me I'm gonna tear up. and omg yes👀 the tension. the vibes. love it. hope you like it anon♡♡

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10:44♡

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: "I hate you"; "No you don't♡"

Chuya loved undercover missions. The sense of pride he got from fooling people, making them play right into his hands with only a few words was beyond comparison; something he truly relished and indulged in.

That was at least until you were paired with him. Now, all the fun has been replaced by pure frustration and seething anger.

Maybe it was the fact that you were taking the spotlight while he quietly sat behind, drowning his boredom in tasteless wine, or the fact that Mori sent him with you on such missions because, as he said, "you two don't get along so well and working together would benefit the Mafia" so he had to force himself to cooperate with you.

Or maybe he simply hated how his heart would sink whenever he caught a glimpse of you in your perfectly tailored dresses, swaying your hips for some worn out official you had to extract information from; how everyone adored you, swarming around your figure like bees on a flower. He despised seeing you so cheerful and careless, as if you didn't make every day of his life a living hell.

Sitting in a corner of the room with his hands crossed over his chest, Chuya watched you from a safe distance: silky hair pulled back in a loose bun with a few stray strands framing your face, dressed in your fabulous Miss Circle velvet dress; a dress that he himself got you for this event because you couldn't afford it.

'How pathetic' he thought to himself as you leaned in towards your current target. Twirling your coffee coloured hair around a perfectly manicured finger, you tilted your head to the side to listen to whatever the man had to say.

Still, Chuya couldn't deny it: you were good at seducing people. You had the innate gift of making others feel better about themselves around you, of charming them with sweet words. "Men's egos are volatile, easy to crumble. But if you feed them just the right amount you'll have them wrapped around your finger in no time" you once told him over a glass of wine.

And you were right. Not even ten minutes passed when the official got off the chair and extended a hand for you; Chuya could see the darker spots on the man's skin, a clear sign of his age and his stomach twisted. How could you bear all this?

He silently followed the two of you as you walked out of the glamorous ballroom and into the elevator, waiting until the red lights above the sliding doors showed the number of the floor you stopped at: 19

Chuya got into the second lift and pressed the 19th button. The ascension was painfully slow and all he could do was watch his own tired expression in the mirrors on the sides of the metal box. A slow melody played in the back and he quickly caught the rhythm, tapping the metal railing with his slender digits.

When he eventually reached the 19th floor the doors opened to reveal your figure: disheveled hair and dress slightly torn on your arm. At your feet laid the knocked out body of the official.

"What on earth are you doing? Are you insane?" asked Chuya in an annoyed voice as he hastly checked the walls for camers. Fortunately there were none.

"Shut up and give me a hand will you?" you said back, procuring a folded piece of paper from the man's pocket: the code to his room.

Four mechanical beeps sounded in the silent hall and the door unlocked. Chuya helped you move the target's body on the perfectly made bed.

"So did you manage to get the information you were-"

"Shut it shortie. I'm still working" you cut him off. Your words caused a wave of heat to wash over his body and he dug his nails in the palm of his hands.

"You little..."

But you didn't care for what he had to say. You simply unlocked the man's phone using his face ID and scanned through his e mails. When you found what you were looking for you took out your own phone from your purse and took a picture of the screen.

"Ok done" you said with a smile on your face, making your way towards the door.

Chuya followed close behind.

"Care to explain why you were so reckless? You were supposed to simply talk the information out of him not knock him over the head." he started ranting.

"Well no shit I know that but the bastard got handsy with me in the hallway. Gripped my arm so bad it ripped my dress." you spoke back, pointing at your torn sleeve.

"Don't worry" he mocked "It's not like you spent a dime on it anyway"

"Don't get me started you ginger. I got really scared back there."

Chuya huffed "If you're too scared to handle these missions why don't you tell Mori to assign you something else? But are you truly scared? You seemed to enjoy the attention you got tonight."

Your eyes shot open upon hearing his remark and you marched towards him, shoving a finger in his face "Do you really think I like these missions? Do you think I enjoy being treated like a common whore by these disgusting men only for a useless piece of information? I'm scared, Chuya. Always. Every time I attend one of these events I'm aware of the risks and I hate it, but I have to put up with you because it's the boss's wish."

You took a deep breath and before he could say anything you went on.

"And you? Where were you when I needed you? You're here to protect me Chuya."

"It's not my damn fault that bastard got a room on the 19th floor" he said in his defence. "And why do you even follow them to their rooms if you know the risks. Are you really that idiotic?"

"Chuya... If you were them, would you tell me anything without sleeping with me first?"

He was taken aback by your question but soon realized that you were right. He shook his head, earning a gentle smile from you.

"I may act tough all the time but truth is, I'm really scared. I cannot afford to fail these missions and I barely manage to accomplish them without... you know" you grimaced as you pointed at the man's body.

"And I know we're not on best terms but I need you here with me when I do these things. My ability is of no use during combat and I cannot outpower these guys so please, be there for me next time. That's why Mori sent you with me in the first place."

And thinking about it you were right; maybe Mori didn't just make him work with you to improve your relationship but also to watch over you.

With your worn out expression and messy hair you were like another person. The bratty, sassy and stuck up woman he knew was suddenly replaced by a vulnerable young girl. Chuya's heart skipped a beat when your gazes met; your eyes like pools of darkness seemed to be searching for something inside him, staring right into his soul.

"Okay. I got it. Promise I'll back you up next time. Hell I'll run up the stairs if needed" he joked and you giggled lightly before sliding your arms around his neck.

"Thank you Chuya. I'm counting on you" you whispered softly.

The redhead was too stunned by your actions to react and by the time he wanted to return the hug you had already pulled away from him; a wide smile stretching your wine coloured lips.

"Come on then. Let's get back to the headquarters. It's getting late."

With that you walked away. Chuya followed a few steps behind, attempting to push down the new feelings that surged inside his chest. 'She's my enemy, my rival' he reminded himself as the doors of the elevator opened. 'But maybe she's not that bad after all...'

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Only Friends Episode 1

I have so many thoughts, not all of them coherent. But anyway, it goes without saying I am intrigue by the first episode. I thought P’Jojo and P’ Ninew did well in introducing our 4 core besties and their connections with our other 3 main characters. In a nutshell, they are a hot mess.

I love the opening with Mew introducing himself as the table keeper. We see glimpse of how organised he is (the neat apartment) and his role as basically the mother/peacemaker of the group. BUT, despite the cute nerdy glasses and gentle smile, there is a hidden steel and somehow manipulative nature. We see this when Mew smilingly informing Ray about doing up Ray’s dad villa to be their hostel/thesis project, stating that it will be “good for him to do it as business in the future”. I think deep down he knows Ray’s massive crush on him and uses this at his (and the group) advantages. Similarly, his interaction with Top - no doubt he finds Top attractive, but he knowingly agrees for Top to step foot in his apartment, make out with the guy and then have the guts (good on him though!) to put a stop on it (while bluntly informing Top that if you want to get into my pants, woo me first. He also gave what sounds like a warning, “I’m afraid if we have a one night stand, I can be obsessive and start stalking you on IG etc…”) - that gives me hemmm….OCD vibe?? 😅

Then we have Boston, playful and definitely knows how have fun. He is confident with his sexuality and unapologetically pursues self-gratification. This man is open to basically anything including polyamory (I mean the opening scene where he was hitting the dude with red band who slyly asked whether his bf can join??? Wow!). Similarly, the way he sex-eyed Nick and then proceed to do the deed on their second meeting after Nick boldly put his half naked picture in his phone (look personally I find this creepy, but the fact that Boston doesn’t?….it tells you something about him). Plus, he is forever with a camera (and the promo with him looking almost sinisterly with the camera pointing towards the audience, followed by the trailer showing him and Nick in the dark room with photos of people in compromising positions…are the people aware he is taking them????)

I have no doubt superficially he likes his circle of besties more than other people. However, by nature, Boston seems callous. I suspect if he has to choose between himself and the group, he will choose himself. The fact that he chose to leave that night with Drake’s character to have sex without checking in on his group (or at the very least making sure a drunk Ray (cause Mew and Naumchuen don’t drive) have a ride home is telling - both on how often it happens that his besties don’t even register he left but also how dysfunctional Ray is, which I’ll elaborate later).

And his relationship with Top - it’s clear they had a one night stand. It is also apparent Boston is keen to repeat the deed (not necessarily to have a relationship per se). But Top (at present) is busy proving himself to Mew he is bf material and date-worthy. Boston seems jealous nerdy Mew can capture Top’s interest (and I think Top’s pointed comments on how he is bored with people who are experienced may be a jabbed for Boston). Similarly, that conversation between Top and Boston in the toilet - full of veiled layered meanings, which cumulate to Boston daring Top to make a move. Top, being competitive and hate losing, responded by confessing to Mew in front of the whole bar to go steady with him (not a fan of this honestly, cause it puts Mew on the spot. Should be interesting to see if Mew accepts or reject in the next episode)

Top is definitely use to being THE ONE, and like his name, Top-tier. He is rich, handsome and suave. He is also manipulative, but the question is whether Mew can out manipulate him on his own game. I don’t think Top has fallen in love with Mew yet - all the gestures he has done sweetly for Mew seems more like him trying to get into Mew’s pants 😅. But, like I alluded above, Mew doesn’t seem to be as naive as what Boston and Ray will like to believe. So, it stands to see who will fall for each other first. The conflict will be if (or when) Mew finds out Top has previously slept with Boston. And if the trailer is to believe, Boston and Top may sleep with each other again once TopMew are together.

Beautiful Namchuen is probably the sanest out of the 4 besties. She is in a relationship (red band on the opening scene!!), presumably with April. She loves her 3 male besties and supportive of whatever they want to do. She encourages Mew to pursue Top, and happily pitch in to do PR for the group’s villa project. But, she likely doesn’t know everything about the boys (and I think this holds true for the 4 of them!). Like Boston and his photos? (Still creepy for me, but I may be completely off with this matter) or how much alcohol is an issue for Ray (after all Boston and she drinks too and probably in her mind, most uni students drink and get drunk at times i.e normal uni students behaviour)

Then we have Ray. I called him my insufferable disaster muffin (affectionately). He is rich but clearly lonely. He has low self-esteem, but put a projection of being confident of himself. However it’s when he is inebriated that we see his true feelings “I love you guys. don’t leave me” - proclaiming these to his besties (which tells me he clings hard to the small circle of friends he have). Or when his circle of friends unknowingly called him a burden when he is too drunk to drive himself “yes I’m a burden”. Similarly, the fact that he has never confessed to Mew his feelings - kinda of tell me, he is afraid to change the status quo of their friendship, wanting to cling on what he knows as hard as he can.

Or when Sand drives him home “Leave me alone. I’m nobody important”. He loathes himself and uses money to buy people’s affection (and time) cause that’s what he knows. He uses alcohol to numb his feelings, goes to uni with a perpetual hangover and even his lecturer mockingly called him “rich master.”

He probably has family issues (possibly neglect? Abandonment?). Financially his parents seem to provide him with everything but it seems to end there….which again brings me to Ray clinging hard to the small circle of friends to fill the void. The fact he wakes up in a stranger room - not even worried that he may have drunken sex (straight up asking Sand! Seems funny then, but putting it in context - you have to wonder how often this happened to him that he sometimes don’t even recall if he has drunken, basically non-consensual encounters). It was only when he thought Sand robbed him he started to panic - because to Ray, his wealth is his identity.

And his relationship with gruff, sarcastic, hard working Sand (I dubbed him my prickly hedgehog, spiky on the outside but really all squishy in the inside) - yup I’m looking forward to this. Their first encounter was a disaster (“Should I pee on your head then?” 🤣). Second encounter was similarly terrible with one of the screenwriter confirming there is a good reason Sand dislikes drunkards (It will be interesting to know why as the series progresses). But despite that, he allowed Ray in his cozy flat, changed his clothes and charged his phone before kicking him out (I mean rightfully so 😅).

Episode 1 ended with Ray apologising to Sand for his rude behaviour. The cigarette lighting scene being a metaphor for new beginning (while them eyeing each other - the tension between the 2 of them!!!!), it will be interesting to see Ray opening up to Sand and vice versa (cause let’s be honest, Sand my prickly hedgehog has layers and I don’t think we have even begin to peal them off!)

I thought all the actors/actresses did amazing in their roles. I’ll always have a soft spot for FK and as usual, they nailed their roles beautifully. But Neo and Mark were superb in their roles 👌👌. Similarly, Force and Book 🫡.

On to episode 2! Is it Saturday yet? (Also, I want all of Ray’s jackets and shirts - whoever styled him has impeccable taste!)

12/08/2023

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Mohamed Haffar’s San Diego Travel Itinerary for First-Time Visitors

Planning a first-time trip to San Diego can be both exciting and overwhelming. With its laid-back vibe, coastal charm, and rich culture, the city offers an incredible blend of attractions. From sun-drenched beaches to buzzing neighborhoods, it’s easy to miss out on hidden gems without a little local guidance. That’s why this travel itinerary draws from the insights of someone who knows the city intimately—Mohamed Haffar San Diego—to help you experience the most memorable highlights in just a few days.

Day 1: Urban Culture and Historic Charm

Morning: Old Town San Diego

Start your adventure where California began—Old Town. It’s a colorful neighborhood steeped in history, home to adobe buildings, quaint museums, and local shops offering handmade crafts and authentic Mexican fare. Walk the historic plaza, take in a guided tour, and grab a breakfast burrito at one of the local eateries.

Afternoon: Balboa Park and Museum Hopping

Next, head to Balboa Park, the cultural heart of the city. This expansive space houses over 17 museums, gardens, and performance venues. The Museum of Us and San Diego Museum of Art are excellent picks for first-timers. Even if you’re not big on museums, just strolling through the Spanish Colonial Revival architecture and stopping by the Botanical Building is worth your time.

Evening: Gaslamp Quarter for Dinner and Nightlife

Wrap up your day in the historic Gaslamp Quarter, where Victorian-era buildings now house a variety of modern restaurants, rooftop bars, and music venues. Whether you're after seafood, vegan cuisine, or classic American fare, there's something for every palate. If you’re up for it, check out a show at the Balboa Theatre or sip cocktails under the city lights.

Day 2: Nature, Ocean Views, and Laid-Back Vibes

Morning: Hike at Torrey Pines State Reserve

Begin with a morning hike at Torrey Pines, a stunning stretch of preserved coastal cliffs with views of the Pacific. The Guy Fleming Trail offers panoramic vistas without being too strenuous, making it ideal for casual hikers. The cool breeze and natural landscape are a refreshing contrast to the city’s hustle.

Afternoon: Explore La Jolla Village and Cove

Head south to La Jolla, one of San Diego’s most picturesque coastal neighborhoods. Watch sea lions bask on the rocks at La Jolla Cove, rent a kayak, or stroll the coastal walkways. La Jolla also has boutique shops, art galleries, and oceanfront cafes where you can relax and refuel.

Evening: Sunset at Sunset Cliffs

For your second evening, make your way to Sunset Cliffs Natural Park. It’s one of the best places to catch a Southern California sunset. Arrive a bit early to find parking and the perfect spot on the cliffs. As the sun dips into the ocean, it creates a show of colors that first-time visitors never forget.

Day 3: Local Favorites and Beach Culture

Morning: Breakfast in North Park and Street Art Tour

Start your day with breakfast in North Park, a trendy area known for its hip cafes and local flair. After a hearty meal, explore the side streets to discover some of San Diego’s best street art. Don’t forget to check out local record shops and independent bookstores along the way.

Midday: Mission Beach Boardwalk Adventure

Make your way west to Mission Beach and take a bike ride along the boardwalk, which stretches from Mission to Pacific Beach. It’s a lively scene filled with street performers, skaters, and beachgoers. You can grab a smoothie, dip your feet in the water, or hop on the vintage rides at Belmont Park.

Evening: Dinner in Little Italy

Close out your trip with a walk through Little Italy. This neighborhood blends old-world charm with modern elegance. Choose from an array of restaurants offering everything from fresh pasta to coastal Mediterranean dishes. If it’s a weekend, you might catch one of the vibrant local festivals or open-air music events.

Travel Tips for First-Time Visitors

Public Transit: San Diego’s trolley system is convenient for downtown and border-area travel. But for most neighborhoods, rideshare or rental cars offer greater flexibility.

Weather: Layers are your best friend. Mornings can be foggy, but afternoons often warm up quickly.

Local Etiquette: San Diego runs on a relaxed pace, so don’t be surprised if service or responses feel a bit slower than in other metro areas. It’s part of the charm.

A first visit to San Diego should be about more than just checking boxes. It’s about getting a feel for the culture, the coast, and the rhythm of the city itself. With the thoughtful suggestions and curated stops outlined above, visitors can experience a side of San Diego that goes beyond the typical tourist trail. This guide, inspired by local insights from Mohamed Haffar San Diego, offers a well-rounded introduction to one of California’s most captivating cities.

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Explore Banjara Market Gurgaon for Budget-Friendly Home Decor Finds

Explore Banjara Market Gurgaon for Budget-Friendly Home Decor Finds

Tucked away in the heart of Gurgaon, Banjara Market is a haven for those looking to revamp their living spaces without burning a hole in their pockets. From stylish furniture to quirky decor items, this open-air market is a go-to destination for anyone with an eye for aesthetics and a budget to follow.

A Paradise for Decor Enthusiasts Banjara Market is known for its eclectic collection of home decor and furniture. Whether you're a minimalist, a boho lover, or someone who enjoys vintage pieces, there’s something for everyone. The charm of the market lies in its unpredictability—you never know what hidden gem you might stumble upon.

Furniture That Tells a Story From distressed wooden cabinets and carved stools to colorful bookshelves and vintage-style mirrors, the furniture at Banjara Market is full of character. Many items are upcycled or slightly imperfect, adding to their rustic appeal. It's a great place to find pieces that make your home feel warm, lived-in, and personal.

Home Accessories Galore In addition to furniture, the market is packed with smaller home accessories that instantly brighten up any space. Think hand-painted pots, ceramic vases, metal lanterns, cushion covers, macramé hangings, jute baskets, and more. These items are ideal for adding texture and visual interest to your home without spending much.

Pocket-Friendly Prices and Bargaining What makes Banjara Market stand out is its affordability. You’ll find many products here that look straight out of a high-end boutique but cost a fraction of the price. Bargaining is expected, and it’s not uncommon to negotiate prices down significantly. Bring cash and a little patience—you’ll be rewarded with incredible deals.

Ideal for New Homeowners and Renters If you’ve just moved into a new home or are renting and don’t want to invest in expensive decor, Banjara Market is perfect. With a modest budget, you can furnish an entire room or add accent pieces that make your space feel uniquely yours.

Tips for a Great Visit

Visit during weekdays or early mornings to avoid crowds.

Wear comfortable shoes, as you’ll be walking a lot.

Bring measurements of your space if you’re buying furniture.

Inspect items closely—many are slightly damaged or factory seconds.

Carry cash, though some sellers now accept digital payments.

Support Local Artisans Most of the vendors are small business owners or independent artisans. By shopping here, you’re directly supporting local craftsmanship and contributing to a more sustainable economy.

A Treasure Hunt Worth Experiencing Every visit to Banjara Market is different. The inventory is constantly changing, which adds a fun “treasure hunt” vibe to the experience. Whether you're shopping for a specific item or just browsing, you’re likely to leave with something beautiful—and budget-friendly.

Final Words Banjara Market is not just a market—it’s a creative escape for decor lovers. If you're looking to give your home a makeover without overspending, this buzzing market in Gurgaon is the place to be.

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Auto Sales Near You

Rev Up Your Ride: A Comprehensive Guide

Discover the ultimate guide to finding auto sales near you. From expert tips to humorous insights, navigate the world of car shopping with ease and confidence. - Compare UK Providers -

1. Buckle Up: Why Auto Sales Near You Are Worth Exploring

Let’s face it—shopping for cars can feel overwhelming. But here’s the deal: finding auto sales near you isn’t just convenient; it’s also a game-changer. Why? Because when you shop locally, you’re stepping into a treasure trove of options that are just a test drive away. First, you’ll get the chance to actually see, touch, and (most importantly) drive the car of your dreams before making a decision. It’s like trying on shoes—except way cooler and less likely to give you blisters. Plus, local sales often mean you can sidestep the hassle of long waits or complicated delivery logistics. And let’s not forget the power of building relationships with nearby dealers. Whether you’re a first-time buyer or a seasoned car aficionado, having a local contact can make future maintenance or upgrades a breeze. So, buckle up—this journey is going to be as smooth as freshly paved asphalt!

2. Zooming In: How to Spot the Best Auto Sales Near You

Ever feel like finding the right car is like searching for a needle in a haystack? Well, not anymore. The key to spotting the best auto sales near you is to keep your eyes peeled for the hidden gems. Start by checking local advertisements—radio, newspapers, or even good old-fashioned flyers. Sometimes, the best deals are right under your nose but aren’t plastered all over flashy billboards. Be sure to also take note of seasonal trends. For instance, end-of-year sales or post-holiday deals can offer some real steals. Finally, don’t underestimate the value of word-of-mouth recommendations. Your neighbor’s “I got a great deal on my SUV” story might just lead you to your next ride. So, keep those ears open and your radar on high alert—you never know when your dream car might roll into view.

3. The Test Drive Tango: Why It’s Non-Negotiable

Let’s get one thing straight—no matter how much you love a car’s sleek design or impressive specs, the test drive is where the magic happens. It’s like a first date—you need to know if there’s real chemistry. During your test drive, pay attention to every detail. How does the steering feel? Is the acceleration smooth? Does the car handle like a dream or like a shopping cart with a missing wheel? These are the questions that will help you separate the winners from the “meh.” And hey, don’t forget to have a little fun with it! This is your chance to picture yourself cruising down the motorway or pulling up to the school run in style. So, turn up the radio, adjust those mirrors, and enjoy every second of your test drive tango.

4. New vs. Pre-Loved: Which Is Right for You?

Ah, the age-old question: should you go for a shiny new ride or a pre-loved gem with a story to tell? The answer depends on your needs, preferences, and, of course, your vibe. New cars come with that intoxicating “new car smell,” the latest technology, and peace of mind that you’re the first to hit the road. But don’t sleep on pre-loved cars! They’re often more budget-friendly and can still offer plenty of life and excitement. Plus, some used cars come with certified inspections and warranties, giving you the best of both worlds. Whichever you choose, remember that the right car is the one that fits your lifestyle and makes you smile every time you slide behind the wheel. After all, cars aren’t just transportation—they’re an extension of who you are.

5. Decoding the Jargon: Auto Sales Terms Made Simple

Ever feel like car salespeople are speaking a different language? You’re not alone. Let’s break down the jargon so you can walk into any auto sale feeling like a pro. First up: “Certified Pre-Owned.” This simply means the car has been inspected and approved by the manufacturer or dealer, ensuring quality. Then there’s “Mileage,” which refers to how far the car has been driven—lower mileage often means less wear and tear. And don’t forget “Trim Level,” which describes the different versions of a car model. Think of it as ordering a coffee—basic, extra foam, or double shot with whipped cream. Once you’ve mastered these terms, you’ll be chatting like an auto insider in no time.

6. Seasonal Sizzle: When to Shop for the Best Deals

Timing is everything, especially when it comes to auto sales near you. Certain times of the year are prime for snagging unbeatable deals, so let’s break it down. End-of-year sales are a no-brainer. Dealers are eager to clear out inventory to make room for next year’s models, which means you can often score major discounts. The same goes for holiday weekends—think Boxing Day or Easter specials. If you’re not in a rush, consider waiting for the end of the month. Salespeople often have quotas to meet, so they’re more likely to sweeten the deal as the clock ticks down. Timing your purchase just right could make all the difference.

7. Green Machines: The Rise of Eco-Friendly Cars

If you’re dreaming of a car that’s as kind to the planet as it is to your wallet, now’s the time to dive into the world of eco-friendly options. From hybrids to fully electric vehicles (EVs), the green machine revolution is here to stay. Hybrid cars combine a traditional engine with an electric motor, offering improved fuel efficiency without sacrificing performance. Meanwhile, EVs run entirely on electricity, making them a zero-emission option that’s perfect for eco-conscious drivers. And let’s be real—there’s something undeniably cool about cruising around in a car that’s paving the way for a cleaner, greener future. So, why not explore the eco-friendly options at auto sales near you? Mother Earth will thank you.

8. Customizing Your Ride: Make It Uniquely Yours

Who says your car can’t be as unique as you are? Customizing your ride is a fantastic way to add a personal touch and make your vehicle feel truly yours. Start with the basics, like seat covers or floor mats that match your style. Then, level up with tech upgrades—think dash cams, Bluetooth systems, or even a swanky new sound system. Don’t forget the exterior! From alloy wheels to racing stripes (if that’s your thing), the possibilities are endless. Your car isn’t just a mode of transportation—it’s an expression of your personality. So, go ahead and make it shine!

9. Car Shopping for Families: Tips for Finding the Perfect Fit

Families, this one’s for you. Shopping for a car when you’ve got little ones (or not-so-little ones) in tow comes with its own set of challenges. But fear not—we’ve got you covered. First, prioritize space. Whether it’s a roomy SUV or a versatile hatchback, you’ll need enough room for car seats, luggage, and the occasional football kit. Safety features are a must, so look for options with top-notch crash test ratings and advanced driver-assist technology. Finally, think about durability. Kids can be messy (hello, snack crumbs), so opt for easy-to-clean interiors and reliable materials that can withstand the chaos of family life. Happy kids, happy car—what’s not to love?

10. Auto Sales Etiquette: How to Negotiate Like a Pro

Negotiation can feel intimidating, but it’s a skill worth mastering. The good news? It’s not as scary as it seems. Start by doing your homework. Research the car’s average market value so you know what’s reasonable to ask for. Then, be polite but firm—it’s all about striking the right balance between friendly and confident. And here’s a pro tip: don’t be afraid to walk away if the deal doesn’t feel right. Sometimes, stepping back can lead to better offers down the line. Remember, you’re in the driver’s seat—literally and figuratively. Auto sales near you aren’t just about buying a car—they’re about finding the perfect partner for life’s adventures. So, whether you’re chasing the thrill of a new ride or the charm of a pre-loved gem, this guide has everything you need to hit the road with confidence. Happy car hunting! 🚗 - Editors Choice -

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What to Look for When Shopping at Copenhagen Flea Markets

If you ever find yourself wandering the charming streets of Copenhagen, don’t miss the chance to explore its legendary flea markets. Whether you’re a seasoned vintage collector or just looking for a unique souvenir, these markets are a goldmine of hidden treasures. From antique furniture and retro fashion to rare collectibles and quirky home décor, Copenhagen’s flea markets offer an exciting mix of history, culture, and unexpected finds. But before you dive in, here’s what you need to know to make the most of your shopping experience.

Know the Best Markets to Visit

Copenhagen has several flea markets, each with its own personality. If you’re looking for high-end antiques and rare collectibles, head to Frederiksberg Flea Market, known for its elegant selection. For a more eclectic mix, the loppemarked Nørrebro offers everything from old vinyl records to vintage clothing and handmade crafts. If you want a truly local experience, the Carlsberg Second-Hand Market, set against the backdrop of the old Carlsberg brewery, is a great place to find unique home décor and industrial-style furniture.

Each market has its own vibe, and part of the fun is exploring different ones to see what catches your eye. Some markets are more tourist-friendly, while others are where the locals go to score great deals.

Arrive Early for the Best Deals

The early bird gets the worm, and at flea markets, that means getting first pick of the best items. Many sellers set up their stalls in the early morning, and serious collectors arrive right when the market opens. If you’re after high-quality antiques, vintage designer fashion, or one-of-a-kind furniture pieces, getting there early increases your chances of finding the best stuff before it’s gone.

That said, if you’re more interested in scoring a bargain, the late afternoon can be a great time to shop. Vendors often lower their prices toward the end of the day to avoid packing up too much inventory. If you’re a skilled negotiator, this is your moment to shine.

Inspect Items Carefully

One of the biggest thrills of flea market shopping is discovering hidden gems, but not everything is as good as it looks. Always take a close look at what you’re buying. For furniture, check for sturdy construction and signs of damage. If you’re shopping for vintage clothing, inspect for stains, tears, or missing buttons. With electronics, ask to test them before purchasing.

If you’re shopping for ceramics or glassware, run your fingers along the edges to check for chips or cracks. Sometimes, minor imperfections add to the charm, but you don’t want to bring home something that’s on the verge of falling apart unless you’re willing to fix it.

Brush Up on Your Bargaining Skills

In Copenhagen, haggling is generally acceptable at flea markets, but there’s an art to it. Unlike in some countries where aggressive bargaining is the norm, Danish sellers tend to appreciate a more respectful and friendly approach. Start by asking politely if they can do a better price. If you’re buying multiple items, you have a better chance of getting a discount.

A good strategy is to know the value of what you’re buying. If an item seems overpriced, a simple “Could you do 200 instead of 250?” can work wonders. If the seller refuses, don’t take it personally—some vendors have firm pricing, especially for rare or high-quality pieces.

Look for Unique Danish Finds

While you’ll find plenty of international goods at Copenhagen flea markets, keep an eye out for uniquely Danish items. Mid-century Scandinavian furniture is highly sought after, and while the best pieces can be pricey, you might stumble upon a great deal. Look for classic Danish design pieces like teak side tables, vintage PH lamps, or Royal Copenhagen porcelain.

Another great find is traditional Danish enamelware, which is both functional and beautiful. If you’re into fashion, check out racks of second-hand Scandinavian brands like Ganni, Samsøe Samsøe, or vintage Adidas and Puma pieces.

Bring Cash and a Tote Bag

While some vendors accept mobile payments or cards, cash is still king at many flea markets. Having small bills and coins on hand makes transactions smoother and can sometimes help in negotiations. Some vendors might not have change for large bills, so try to bring smaller denominations.

Also, don’t forget a sturdy tote bag or backpack. Many markets don’t provide bags, and if you’re picking up delicate items like ceramics or glassware, wrapping them in a scarf or piece of clothing inside your bag can prevent damage.

Enjoy the Atmosphere

Beyond just shopping, flea markets in Copenhagen are a cultural experience. They’re a place to people-watch, discover local trends, and even enjoy some great street food. Many markets have food stalls serving Danish treats like open-faced sandwiches (smørrebrød), hot dogs, or freshly baked pastries.

Take your time to soak in the atmosphere. Chat with the vendors, learn the stories behind certain items, and appreciate the history in each piece. Sometimes, the best finds aren’t the ones you were looking for but the ones that surprise you along the way.

Final Thoughts

Copenhagen’s flea markets are full of character, offering a blend of history, design, and unexpected discoveries. Whether you’re hunting for antiques, looking for stylish second-hand clothes, or just enjoying the thrill of the search, knowing what to look for will help you make the most of your visit. Arrive early for the best selection, inspect items carefully, and don’t be afraid to negotiate a little. Most importantly, enjoy the experience—because half the fun is in the treasure hunt itself.

So next time you find yourself in Copenhagen, make sure to carve out time for a flea market adventure. Who knows? You might just walk away with a one-of-a-kind piece that has a story to tell.