#[ ❥ — like gods at the dawning of the world ]

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Achilles - H.Yunjin

Sypnosis: Throughout their whole lives, Yunjin has adored her Patroclus.

Tags: fluff, mentions of mythology, mentions of Song Of Achilles, just Yn being stupid and Yunjin being a simp

Pairing: Nonidol!Yunjin x Nonidol!Reader:

Authors Note: I tried to write like madeline miller (it didnt work)

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Yn always loved dawn.

Its steady crimson painting of the horizon brings a certain warmth to yn, one that only its vanquishing of darkness can bring, and its pastel aftermath deemed it as the sole guardian of her happiness.

Until Yunjin.

Yn was 10 when she first met yunjin. Stiff and uncomfortable, she remembered stuffing herself in the corner of the classrom nose-deep in a book. Her eyes squinted with concentration, and a small pout donned her face as she struggled to read the words under the flourescent lighting.

She had no friends, not that she needed them. The worlds she read about were enough—worlds where heroes loved and fought, where people were grander, braver than anything in reality.

As usual, The Song Of Achilles was clutched tightly in her hand.

Even though the book was not meant for her age, due to a innaprorpiate scene (Yn always skips her part so that in her mothers words, “She could keep her innocence”), but she loved it nonetheless. The descriptions of Achilles’ brillliant skill and Patroclus’ steady devotion blew her away with amazement. As she flips page to page, her intense glare starts to lessen, and she almost feels better.

As if.

Until a voice, bright and sudden, shattered her peace.

“Is that The Song Of Achilles?”

There, between the wide array of books, stood a girl.

Her hair a deep muted brown that was identical to the oak of the library Yn loved so much. Her doed eyes, though also brown, held a different form of warmth, one that drew her in at an instant. Her cheeks were round and slightly chubby, having a sense of childishness to them that was almost cute.

It was strange to see this girl among the books she loved so much, how she seemingly erased them from sight with Yn’s sight with a single question.

Yn bit her lip, the familiar sting grounding her in the present. Yet, beneath the sharpness, there was a restlessness—a ripple in her otherwise steady world, a world that Yunjin, with her radiant curiosity, had already begun to disturb.

“Yn bit down on her lip, feeling the brief sting pull her back into the present, grounding her in her discomfort. 'Yes…' The word lingered in the air, fragile, before she could catch it. 'It’s my favorite book—one of them, at least.' The girl’s gaze held fast, each word Yn spoke sinking deep into her like roots seeking water.

Yn felt, for the first time in a long while, the weight of someone listening, truly listening. It was almost enough to make her want to say more, to let the words spill, but her pride stopped her.

She would not yield.

Really?' There was a flicker in Yunjin’s eyes, something like the dawn she loved so much. Soft and patient, waiting.

It was almost god-like.

It unnerved Yn how open her expression was, unguarded and full of hope.

That openness felt like an invitation, and in it, Yn sensed the edge of vulnerability that made her…scared.

'…yes.' The word slipped out like a confession. As if summoned, Yunjin stepped closer, her presence warm like the hazy setting of the horizon as it creeped across the room.

Yn watched, helpless, as the girl settled beside her, limbs unfolding with the lazy grace of a mountain lion at rest. There was something disarming about Yunjin—something that softened the edges of Yn’s usual defenses, making the tightness in her shoulders ebb away. What spell did this girl put on her?

“Who’s your favourite in the book?” The words seemed to come naturally to Yn this time, tumbling out before she could stop them. She bit her bottom lip, almost also in intervening from any more questions from spilling as the girl pursed her lip in thought.

“I like….Achilles.” A small smile appeared on the girls face, one seemingly brimming with satisfation at her answer.

“Achilles?”

“Oh.”

Achilles, the brilliant, the fast, the genius. Yn noted how the girl’s vibrant presence seemed to echo the character's brilliance. In that moment, she couldn’t help but see something of him in the way Yunjin smiled, unshakable and bright, like the sun.”

Yn tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as the girl’s smile broadened. The soft light from the dim lamps barely reached them, yet Yunjin seemed to carry her own radiance, something that, despite her hesitance, drew Yn in.

“My name is Yunjin! Im new here.” the girl announced, her eyes crinkling with a warmth that Yn couldn’t even pretend to have.

So this was the new girl everyone was talking about, the one that was “bound to become the new popular kid”.

“That’s so pretty!”

So why was she here?

“What’s yours?” Yunjin once again questioned, blinking as she watched the girl flinch.

“….Yn.”

Yn avoided her gaze as she bit her lip nervously.

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

Yn peered at Yunjin, searching for any hint of mockery, but found none. Instead, Yunjin’s grin only widened.

Why was this girl so simple?

“We should be friends.” ”Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Huh.

As she looked back at her pages, a familiar warmth settled in her chest.

For the first time in a long while, the dawn seemed a little brighter.

Yn felt a smile creep up her lips.

In the summer they turned 16 Yn’s classmates prediction proved correct. It was as though the world had been waiting to notice her, and when it finally did, her popularity skyrocketed.

But Yunjin had help.

With Yunjin’s constant sunshine and laughter, Yn was now labelled as her silent but steady companion. Known for her devoted nature, Yn’s cat-eyed stares kept their followers at bay, always remaining at least 3 meters away from them. (Im canadian, sue me)

But now matter how intimidating she tried to seem, it seemed some fans would always slip through.

Yn leaned foward on board surrounding the volleyball court, watching as Yunjin got surrounded by students.

It was a breaktime before the second set, and she watched as Yunjin grinned at her disciples, toothy and goofily shaking the hands reached out to touch her, as if she was a god.

Yn rolled her eyes, before leaning into the boards even more to get her attention.

Yn raised a hand in a wave, and, without hesitation, Yunjin ran forward, tearing through the crowd like a hungry animal. She wrapped Yn in an embrace that was as fierce as it was sudden, her arms tight, almost crushing, around her. The way she gave so much of herself without holding back was slightly overwhelming, but it felt nice.

It felt like Yunjin.

In the press of Yunjin’s body against hers, in the unchecked joy that radiated from her, Yn felt a breath of something warm in her chest.

“Hi.” She heard the the taller girl whisper, pressing her face into Yn’s neck as she pulled her impossibly closer.

“You’re choking me.” Yn grumbled, her voice muffled.

“Oopsies.” Unwinding herself, Yunjin still kept her arms around Yn’s waist as she observed her outfit.

Yn remembered the day Yunjin had gotten into their team. Her excited banging on her door and she engulfed her with giggles. Yn remembers being thrown a black jersey with a bright number 10, and Yunjin’s anticipated blinks.

“Please wear it to our games.” She remembered Yunjin pleading, avoiding her gaze as she intertwiend their fingers together in desperation.

So, she wore it to the game this afternoon.

“You’re staring.”

“Oh.”

Yunjin’s gaze was unwavering, her eyes tracing the contours of Yn’s jersey with a soft smile. “You look…” She hesitated, then added, “Good.”

Yn snorted lightly. “Litearlly everyone’s wearing the same exact jersey, ‘ace’.” She teased slightly, using the nickname the crowd seemed to love.

“Still, yours is…” She didnt need to finish that sentence. They both knew.

“Whatever.” Yn peeked out a smile, grabbing Yunjin’s attention in a flash.

Suddenly, the coach blew their whistle noisily, causing the two to jump slightly.

Yn snickred as Yunjin muttered slightly, seemingly frustrated at their moment being interrupted.

“You smiled too!” Yunjin groaned as she slumped over, pouting.

“I’m still going to watch.” Yn pushed the girl gently, rolling her eyes in amusement.

“Go on, win for me ‘ace’.” Yn watched as the girl blinked, processing her sentence, before flushing a dark red and nodding furiously.

“Bet.”

As the girl jumped over the board and made her way to the net, a new determination in her, Yn sighed slightly as she leaned back.

She watched as Yunjin readied herself, the concentration in her eyes was something not even Yn could created. Yn never admitted it, but something about this side of Yunjin made her smile.

Its silence, its waiting.

She watched as the volleyball smashed through, as the setter drew herself to prepare.

Yunjin took back steps percisely, something that always amazed her. Its accuracy, its power.

Yn knew it all too well.

Yunjin suddenly stumbled, waking Yn from her trance. The opponents paused, confusion obvious in their expression, but they should have known better.

Yn should have known better.

Just then, a jump, and a tap.

Yunjin feinted the ball, and the crowd was silent as the ball dropped.

There was no stumble, no clumsyness in her actions.

Yunjin, just like Achilles always did, used the ever so trickable human error against the other team.

Yn blinked. Even from within their childhood to now, Yn has never seen Yunjin trip. The way she walked, ran, did anything, was always so smooth, it was like gliding.

It was almost unreal.

The crowd cheered.

As they locked eyes, Yunjin pointed at her with a beam.

“This is for you.” Yunjin mouthed, drawing her lips up to a childish grin.

As always, there was no taunting in her words. In her eyes, full of affection and victory, help something behind its layers of joy.

Yn bit her lip, torn between Yunjin’s contagious delight and her confusion.

The question lingered in her mind, one that stayed until night:

Why did Yunjin like her so much?

Strayed romances and beloved heartbreaks seemed to wage like war, cupids arrows flying wildly and Yn and Yuniin stayed in their sanctuary.

Yn closed her eyes, enjoying the hushed raindrops that surrounded Yunjin’s room. As always, her lifetime companion laid beside her, eyes concentrated on the blurry tv screen.

As part of their routine, Yunjin was watching mean girls on the shitty television, one they had bought at a garage sale with their combined budget.

Yn rolled her eyes as Yunjin giggled at Regina George’s song, kicking her feet as if in love. “At this point i should just break this television.” Yn scoffed, squinting her eyes at Yunjin’s romantic admiration.

“You wouldnt understand my love for her.” Yunjin pouted, widening her mouth at love as she shaped a heart with her fingers. Yn gagged, pushing the girl away with a sneer as Yunjin laughed.

Suddenly, a call came from outside. “Yunjin!”

Yunjin groaned slightly, before throwing the blanket off herself with a huff.

“I’ll be back.” She mumbles, before shutting the door behind her.

As Yunjin was off, Yn glanced around her room. Despite being more in Yunjin’s room than her own, there was always a feeling the lighting and plants gave off that seemed to relax Yn.

Due to Yunjins bubbly and loud personality, Yn always thought that her room would be extremely messy and out-of-place.

However, looking at the room’s decoration, it felt nothing like that.

Yes, the room was slightly tumbled around, with its off centre paintings covering the walls, but it felt sharp, calm, real.

It felt like Yunjin.

Slipping out of bed, she made way to the small bookshelf in Yunjin’s corner, one full of different books that both she and Yn collected throughout the summers. Tracing her fingers across the books spines, she stopped at a specific title. The Song Of Achilles. Pulling the book out gently, Yn observed how the book seemed weared down. Between the yellowing pages were different labels and highlights, but the condition of the paper seemed to be fully taken care of, as if every page was traced with love.

Yunjin always seemed to do that.

As she flipped through the pages, she paused slightly, tilting her head slightly as a bright yellow flashed by. Stopping at the page, she squinted. On the page, underneath a pink highlight of the word love, stuck a bright yellow note, vandalized by Yunjin’s messy handwriting. On it, it read:

“Yn makes me feel this…i hope i can make her feel it too”

A breathe,

A blink.

In the comfort of Yunjins room, with it’s fairy lights and over-the-place positioning, her heart squeezed. It was a slight feeling, but one, despite its small clench, that changed Yn.

In her smiles and eye crinkles, in her goofy humor, in her doe-eyed observation, Yn found something.

In Yunjin, Yn found love.

A small grin made its way to Yunjin’s face as she flipped her page. The small tunes of a song played behind them, and, with that, hushed rain as well.

As time flew by, Yunjin, being the puppy she is, followed Yn to university. She remembered her eye-crinkling grin as she pushed open Yn’s door (as usual) to celebrate getting in, only to get the alchohol in her hand to get thrown out Yn’s window.

Now, the duo made an effort to re-enter their usual routine. (Wihtout the shitty television this time)

Yn sighed slightly, lying on her bed as she glanced around her room.

Despite being at the university for 2 years already, the dorm was fairly clean. Even with Yunjin’s begging, Yn refused to share a dorm with her. Mainly based on how overbearing she constantly was, but also because she probably couldnt handle living with a girl she was in love with.

However, as always, Yunjin rammed down her door with popcorn and books, demanding to hang out.

That was how it came to now, how, even though she was supposed to be taking a nap, Yn now found herself entangled in Yunjin’s attention-seeking whines.

“Yn?” Yunjin’s voice called, snapping her back to the present.

“Hm?” Yn hummed, putting her arm over her eyes to cover the light (yunjin) hovering over her.

“What do you think would be the perfect confession?”

Yn’s breathe hitched.

Refusing to let herself overthink, Yn pursed her lip in thought.

“Mm…a bouquet of flowers and and a hi.” Yn smiled, Yunjin’s graceful charm bugging the back of her mind.

“Really?”

Then, without warning, Yunjin rose quickly to her feet, her movements a blur of speed. Before Yn could fully register what was happening, Yunjin was halfway to the door, her fiery spirit always one step ahead.

“Wait!” Just before Yunjin rushed through the door, Yn managed to grab the skin of her sweater, furrowing her brows in annoyance.

“Its pouring outside, where are you going to go in this weather?” She panted.

“Emergency.” Yunjin said, her grin lopsided and full of mischief, the kind of smile that made Yn’s heart breathe everytime.

Then, before she could respond, Yn felt the door click.

“Where did Yunjin go?” Ryujin, her dormmate called from the kitchen.

“Only god knows.” Yn grumbled under her breath, slumping back to her bedroom to clean up the mess Yunjin made in her hurry.

A few hours later, Yn was taking care of her billion plants. As usual, they were all from Yunjin, who decided to ruin Yn’s peace with another horrific task that took hours. But, when she saw her raw joy and brilliant smile, she couldnt refuse.

Walking by all the plants, she fiddled with their leaves and stems, gently handling the blooming flowers as she fed them water.

Just as she was watering the last one, one Yunjin demanded to call Patro (for patroclus) near the entrance, the door swung open, revealling a soggy Yunjin. Yn gasped as she took her in, her usual fiery red hair now in wet strands that were damp and low. In her clenched fist, a bouquet of flowers sprung open, seemingly dry compared to the person.

Yn looked in Yunjin’s eyes, slight hesitance showing through despite the amount of hope she conveyed.

Her hair, her eyes her smile, all things that belonged to Yunijn and Yunjin only.

“Hi.” Yunjin breathed.

But Yunjin’s heart?

Yunjin’s heart was hers.

Her Achilles.

Her dawn.

Yn always loved dawn.

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hello :) i’d like to a strawberry cookie for jace (hotd) maybe the stress of the war gets to reader and he helps her out? tyyy 🫶🏼

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: terrible thoughts, reader needing comfort, reader just panicking, thoughts about war and loss.

⤻ changed it to macaroon because that’s the sweet you get with your own trope.

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The sound of tapping at the widows, the whistling of the wind and the angry sea was unsettling. Horrible events have taken place in past weeks, there wasn’t much time to process or show weakness. And it slowly drove you mad. Walking the halls felt like a haunted and angered place, the silence of only your thoughts and steps are as loud as dragons.

Comfort was a scarce resource lately and only found in the arms of your newly wed husband, Prince Jacaerys. Late at night he’d sneak in at unreasonable hours thinking sleep had come over you, while taking you into his arms to rest as well. There was never a night where you found yourself truly asleep without him near, so when he wasn’t there, it was only cruel moments of being alone with the thoughts and fears.

Again, like every night, you had been cursed with not being able to fall in the warm embrace of slumber. Today was different, you did not try and lie down nor read, but sit at the mirror and continue to comb throughout your hair- unconscious to the world around you. Fear entranced every crevice of your mind and made you envision horrible things. Death of those you love, torturing of yourself- horrible and panicked thoughts that you couldn’t pull out of. 

Unknowingly to you the door had been opened and your husband entered your shared chambers, exhausted from his duties. Tonight he found you in a light room and awake, staring at yourself. “My love,” his voice was soft and low so when you didn’t reacted he changed his tone. Once he called it again, and again, then he used your name with still no answer. He was terrified.

It took him a few more tries mixed with him taking your shoulders and bending down next to your neck, eyes looking back at you in the mirror- you finally noticed.

“Jace?” Once you realize he was here you wondered how long you’ve been out, he usually comes back right before sunrise. “What time is it?”

“Just before dawn, my love.” turning his head he placed a kiss on your temple, a exhale left his nose, “What is happening in that little head of yours?”

Look at your hands and picking the skin of your nails, you felt aware of all the emotions coming through. “I am afraid,” you admitted while tears filled your eyes. “Forgive me, you have endured far greater then I have. I must sound like a heartless fool for being under stress.”

A fool was the final thing he’d ever call you. Throughout all of this he saw no signs of worry, or fear from you that it caused him to worry. While Jace has been falling into your arms he failed to return the favor- something he regrets desperately now.

His arms swept themselves around your body, his head rested onto of yours. He was always warm like a true dragon.

“This war is taking a toll on us all, but if anyone is a fool it has to be me. I have failed my duty as your husband to keep you safe from danger, even if that means from your own worries.” You shook your head in protest.

“No one will blame you for being frightened of what’s to come. I, myself am fearful of the bloodshed, even more so to the one’s I love. But we mustn’t let our fears take over,” losing his hold he traveled his hands up to your jaw and titled your head upward.

“Fear controls us, letting us down the path we dread.” you could feel his breath getting closer and his lips almost touching yours, becoming something you craved.

“I will protect you with all my will, the gods have given me the strength to do so.” And once again, your husband’s embrace takes all worries away.

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・❥・MORNING GLORY

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters: kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, xiao

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content: fluff, established relationship

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: mornings with him are nothing short of enchanting fantasies.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA awakens as soon as the first rays of golden sunlight filter through the curtains of your room, weaving a radiant tapestry of warmth to dispel shadows of night. Upon gazing at your sleeping face, he feels his heart skip a beat. You look so peaceful, so content. He can’t help but admire you, committing all your features to memory in the comfortable silence of your shared room aboard the Alcor. The look on your face is far too endearing, so instead of disturbing you, he simply lies there, mentally reciting haikus dedicated to you and relishing in early morning bliss.

Forever. Kazuha wants to remain in the moment forever, but alas, he knows that nothing is eternal, and change is inevitable, so when you begin to stir, he knows that it’s time for you to leave behind the world of your dreams to face reality once more. But he’s not too disappointed because to him, even the real world feels like a sweet daydream whenever he’s with you.

When you finally open your eyes, Kazuha pulls you closer and places a chaste kiss on your forehead. His lips linger for a second, and his breath fans your skin as he relishes in the intimacy of the moment. The once shy smile adorning his features breaks into a full on grin as he pulls away. Streaks of daylight seem to caress your visage, bestowing upon you the blessings of gods. You look absolutely divine, and in that defining yet unassuming moment, Kazuha realizes the depth of his love for you.

SCARAMOUCHE holds onto you as though you are a lifeline while you are asleep. His grip on your waist is firm, but it is never quite suffocating. However, if you were to attempt to get up in the middle of the night, you would notice how much of a struggle it would be with your lover’s arms wrapped so tightly around you as if he was afraid of you leaving him alone and forsaken, escaping his grasp by the cover of night. In a way, it feels as though he never wants to let you go.

And whenever Scaramouche wakes up in the morning, he breathes a small sigh of relief when he sees that you are still beside him. He immerses himself in the sensations overwhelming his entire being. The rising and falling of your chest calms him, and your steady heartbeat sings a sweet fantasia, lulling him into a relaxed trance — a rare moment of respite amidst a life of turmoil. Being with you reminds him that there is beauty within the simpler moments in life. Being with you makes him feel nearly human.

Eventually, your eyes flutter open, and you begin to move within Scaramouche’s arms. However, instead of loosening his grip, he pulls you against his chest, pressing your body to his to assure himself that you’re not just an imaginary lover out of an absurd daydream. You’re real. Scaramouche presses a gentle kiss to your neck, his lips soft and warm against your skin, before closing his eyes once more to drift back to sleep in the solace of a new dawn.

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU wakes up before you each morning to press a gentle kiss against your lips, acting as though he is a fairytale prince living in a world of enchantment. And perhaps he is because every time he looks your way, he feels as though he is living in a fantasy. There are times where he can’t believe he is lucky enough to have someone like you in his life, and as such, he reminds you how much you mean to him every single day of your life together.

If Heizou’s first kiss doesn’t rouse you from the oneiric realm, he’ll continue peppering kisses all over your face, taking pleasure in the way your skin feels against his lips. He allows a soft chuckle to escape him as he wonders if you can feel his maroon locks tickling your cheeks in the midst of your slumber. The subdued smile evident on your face tells him all he needs to know about how you feel at the moment. It is utterly ethereal, perhaps even brighter than the tendrils of sunrise warmth seeping through the bedroom window.

And when you inevitably begin to awaken, Heizou’s facial features shift into a gentle grin. With one last peck to your lips and gentle caress of your cheek, he says good morning. Heizou can feel the tempo of your heartbeat increasing as he continues to run his hands down your back, tracing faint patterns on your skin. He knows that soon, he will have to get up for work, but for now, he decides to live in the moment, casting aside all his worries for the time being to focus on the feeling of holding you in his arms.

XIAO is acutely aware of the fragility of human life, so whenever he falls asleep beside you in your shared bed, he holds you firmly — not too tightly but at the same time, not too loosely. He holds you as if he wants to protect you, both in the waking world and in dreams. Throughout serene nights and midnight rain alike, Xiao looks after you, only letting his guard down the slightest bit when the hints of sunrise grace the horizon.

When the first beams of golden light shine through your blinds, a paradise is created — one completely overrun by the sound of soft breathing and the feeling of two souls intertwining, bonding in a moment far too mundane to be significant, yet far too significant to be mundane. It is in the solace of regularity that Xiao finds comfort, perhaps because his life is often devoid of such normalcy. Because whenever he is with you, the malicious monsters and enemies out in the vast world feel like nothing but distant nightmares from a past life.

As you wake up, Xiao hears you whisper a muted “good morning” and feels you move your hands to run them through his hair. He tenses up slightly, but his reservations evaporate into thin air almost instantaneously as you continue to brush your fingers softly along his dark locks. A soft sigh escapes his lips, and he leans into your touch. All his troubles seem to vanish when he is alone with you. To him, your bedroom is like a personal utopia — a universe where you are the only star in the sky, and all that matters is his love for you.

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͟͟͞͞➳❥ ––– starters based off sounds I have saved on tiktok.

Note: I know not all of these sounds originate from tiktok! Feel free to change pronouns as needed. Some of these have been modified to fit better starters. tw: mentions of n.sfw and drinking

 ❝ I know you. ❞

 ❝ I think you're holding the heart of mine. ❞

 ❝ Nobody gets out of this shark pit alive. ❞

 ❝ There's not going to be a swimming pool, you stupid slut. ❞

 ❝ And when she smiles, that's what I'm after. ❞

 ❝ I wanna be that fucked up girl. ❞

 ❝ Aah! Don't point that gun in my face! ❞

 ❝ I wanna see you on the floor. ❞

 ❝ I only want your body. ❞

 ❝ I got your back! From right here. ❞

 ❝ Please hold me close to you. ❞

 ❝ You're so pretty. ❞

 ❝ Can't be sidetracked with cheap sex potions. ❞

 ❝ All those muscles didn't help much. ❞

 ❝ Sometimes life is not a cakewalk served up on a silver spoon. ❞

 ❝ I'm lurkin' and I'm stalkin' when you least expect it. ❞

 ❝ I've got to make you mine. ❞

 ❝ An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg. ❞

 ❝ I'm sorry that on that day, no one was there to lift you up into their arms. ❞

 ❝ I hope that you choke. ❞ 

 ❝ I have a better plan. ❞

 ❝ I'm not worried about silly things like labels, people can call me whatever they like. ❞

 ❝ By the way, I'm bisexual. ❞

 ❝ Can I see you tomorrow night? ❞

 ❝ I got that good stuff that you want. ❞

 ❝ What the fuck is goin' on here on this day? ❞

 ❝ Did you see the way he looked at me? ❞

 ❝ I brought back some takeout, so like, let's get down and pig out. ❞

 ❝ Don't come crying to me when your big dreams fall apart! ❞

 ❝ I stay awake at night because I don't even know what my favorite color is and I'm afraid I don't have a real personality. ❞

 ❝ Nothing ever lasts forever. ❞

 ❝ You make me sick! ❞

 ❝ Let's get drunk tonight! ❞

 ❝ I hate who I was before. ❞

 ❝ Buddy, you're letting all your fragile masculinity show. ❞

 ❝ Tell me what to do to make it all feel better. ❞

 ❝ It's always darkest before the dawn. ❞

 ❝ This is a disaster! ❞

 ❝ The world don't revolve around you. ❞

 ❝ You're just too good to be true. ❞

 ❝ [name], pick up the fucking phone! ❞

 ❝ Come on, [name], we've got to hide the body! ❞

 ❝ I'm not touching that thing, I'll get neurotypical cooties. ❞

 ❝ Times have changed. ❞

 ❝ And here he is, the piece of shit! ❞

 ❝ I don't like the way my skin feels on my body. ❞

 ❝ Can't spend another night in this home. ❞

 ❝ You sleep rather soundly for a murderer. ❞

 ❝ I never walk about after dark. ❞

 ❝ The gods know what you've done. ❞

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updated: May 23rd 2021

❥ = Fluff

✦ = Smut / Explicit Content

☾ = Angst / Dark

Newest - Oldest

Season Of The Witch ❥ ☾-  Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

The Winter Ghost ☾ ❥ ✦- A Devastating car crash causes you to lose your memory and start over. The only thing left in the wreckage was the horrific nightmares which plagued your mind. If you knew what today would entail you would have just stayed in bed. But you didn’t and because of that, everything you knew was about to change.

Pretty Boy ✦ - “you look so pretty when you cry.”

Come Over ☾ ❥ - If the world was ending you’d come over, right?

Eat It Up ☾ ✦ - Bucky imagines a family with you, whether you like it or not.

Sunday Kinda’ Love ✦ ❥ - ‘You weren’t sure when it happened, falling in love with Bucky Barnes.’

For Old Time’s Sake ☾ ✦ ❥- ‘Years you had craved to hear your name spoken from his lips. Countless nights, forcing yourself to remember how it fell from his tongue,’

Dawn ❥ ☾ - ‘so far away… So alone. This place was once somewhere you could truly feel yourself. But if you couldn’t fight, what good were you here?’

Crawl Home To You ☾ ✦ ❥ - “For as long as I live, I will be yours. You’re stuck with me, unfortunately for you. I’ll crawl home to you, always.”

More Than A Mistake ☾ ✦ ❥ - Maybe it was a mistake… Though there was something about the way he kissed you that made you believe this was the beginning of something more.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of  ☾ ✦ ❥ - You had been an empath for as long as you could remember. But still, there were days more frequently than not that you wished you could turn it all off.

In You I Find Solace ☾ ✦ - It wasn’t his lips you were kissing, of this he was sure. But in your need, you fit. Jagged with scar, but belonging all the same.

Tease ☾ ✦ - Bucky Barnes was a menace. But he was also your superior, and in turn, completely and unchangeably off limits.

‘Tis The Damn Season ☾ ✦ ❥ - It had taken you a year to get over Bucky Barnes, and a solid hour to fall back into that trap once again.

The Bet ☾ ✦ - all bets are off, and so are your panties…

Us ❥ - Holiday vibes and the Trauma Triplets.

Unrequited ☾ -  “I’m so goddamn serious if you walk out that door right now I swear to god… I will hate you… Till the day I fucking die.”

Tears Ricochet ❥ ☾ - Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, ‘til my dying day.

River ☾ ❥ - “first day of snow is full of magic, anything can happen.”

Vienna Waits ☾ ❥ - The reader has a hard time around the holidays because it brings up a lot of unhappy memories. Bucky knows trauma all too well and he’s always there to lend some Christmas cheer.

My Girl ☾❥ - Bucky helps you work through your mental illness.

Sleeping With Ghosts ☾ ✦ ❥ - When a mysterious man appears who seemingly radiates the same murderous rage as you there’s really only one thing you can do.

Season of The Witch ☾ ❥ - Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. (One shot and series)

Your Mess ☾ ✦ ❥ -  You have a particular disdain for a certain Bucky Barnes. But the line between hate and sleeping together is very thin.

About Last Night ☾ ✦ - Bucky and you can’t stand each other… But that’s the way it goes, isn’t it?

Unwell - ❥ You and Bucky have been dating for a couple months now, but you don’t really know a whole lot about each other.

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"glad you wanna hear my epic beats, babe. anyway, here goes." satoru takes a deep breath, and just like the good ol' days, starts singing a shitty song. "sticking out your gyatt for the rizzler you're so skibidi you're so fanum tax i just wanna be your sigma give me your ohio~!"

« ... Three weeks. You're covering for me three weeks. »

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[ redoing my tags dfhgjg so small dump pls ignore ]

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BOO!! Sorry did I scare you?! WASSUP GURL😉😉😊 ITS COCKTOBER 😈🌚🍂🍃🍁 AND IF YOU👈🏽 ARE GETTING THIS👇🏽😘 IT MEANS UR A HALLOWEEN 👻🎃 HOE😏😩👅💦 every year in Cocktober the jack o slut🎃 comes to life🙀😻🙌🏽👏👏🙌🏽 coming to harvest 🍁🍂🍃 his hoes for THOT-O-WEEN😏😏💥💥🎈🎂🎉 send this to 10 other Halloween Hoes or else you a TRICK🎃👻👻 🎃 IF YOU GET 4 BACK UR A THOT-O-WEEN TREAT😋 IF YOU GET 6 BACK UR A SLUTTY WITCH BITCH👄😍✨🔮 BUT IF YOU GET 10 BACK UR THE SPOOKIEST SLUT ON THE BLOCK😜💦⚰🎉🎉💯🎃 If you don’t send this to 1⃣0⃣other thots💁😩👄 you will get NO DICK 👋 this COCKTOBER🎃😉😜

[ txt ] : gurl ? [ txt ] : btw cocktober literally ends tomorrow. I guess it’s… [ txt ] : cocktover.

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@impishsensei a dit: 🎲

kiss roulette : 27 — a kiss in greeting.

The creaking of the wooden floor under a most familiar weight is enough to awaken Suguru from the light sleep he had fallen into. It's the middle of the night, the room is dark and as he blinks his eyes open it's as though he still had them closed. He stirs, breathing deep through his nose and rolling onto his side.

He doesn't need to see, though, to recognise the man carefully slipping under the covers, joining him in bed.

His one and only.

He had been away on a mission, and, according to Satoru via text, he wasn't coming home until tomorrow evening.

Suguru's arms naturally wrapped around the taller man, body gravitating towards him before he was even aware of it. A hand gently placed between his shoulder blades, deceivingly strong.

« Mmm... » He hummed sleepily, breathing out and pressing himself closer to his partner when he felt his hand fall onto the dip of his waist, cool fingertips slipping under the hem of his shirt to pull him even closer.

He smoothed his hand up to his trap around his sharp shoulder, and leaned over to press their lips together.

The kiss was slow, sleepy. Soft, and warm. Satoru tasted like sweet chamomile.

« Hi, » he said, voice heavy with sleep. He lingered, and kissed his lower lip. Then, the corner of his lips.

« You're home early. »

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"you're sleeping on the couch tonight, suguru."

« And I will sleep very well knowing I'm the favourite. Good night ! »

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satoru slaps suguru's ass with the force of a pro volleyball player.

Oblivious to his partner's plans of sending him into another dimension, Suguru is munching on some baby carrots as he waits contentedly for the kettle to boil.

He turns to look at the taller man over his shoulder, and opens his mouth to greet him when he is greeted by a slap on his ass so hard he feels it reverberate through his entire body.

It sends him tumbling forward, cheeks squeezed tight and spine upright. He grits his teeth and sucks in pained breath. It burns, and he can feel the shape of Satoru's hand imprinting on his skin.

Suguru closes his eyes and breathes in and out deeply ; it's a crucial step so he won't murder the other on the spot.

He eventually lets go of the counter, and turns around a bit stiffly to look at him.

« You better step out the kitchen right this instant if you don't want me to disfigure that pretty face of yours with boiling water. »

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"hey suguru, remember how i used to show you songs when i was younger? well i've come up with a new one! wanna hear it?" // teacher suguru au pls

Oh lord. Not this again... Suguru thought Satoru had grown out of it and thought himself free. Seems like he was very wrong.

« How could I forget ? You scarred me. » He says, squinting suspiciously at the taller man. But he can't deny he's a liiiiittle bit curious, so in the end he sighs and his shoulders droop in defeat.

« If it's something stupid, you'll cover my shifts for two weeks. »

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kisses the top of his head

Suguru rolls his eyes open at the feeling of soft lips on his forehead. He didn't realise when he dozed off, leaning on Satoru's shoulder, but the gesture drags him back awake just before slipping into a deeper sleep.

He takes in a deep breath through his nose, feeling a little disoriented for a moment as he looks through squinty eyes at Satoru's laptop and the credits rolling on the screen.

Oh, whoops.

« Ah... It's over already ? That was so fast. » He says, shifting a little to get more comfortable against him.