#It really is a beautiful dance form though I'm glad I could try

[hiddenbysuccubi]

Y'know what we're not gonna feel bad about crying or about imagining making everyone feel obligated to cater to my crying, we're gonna focus on the fact that I rallied and that so many beautiful humans came over to console me and ask me to dance. That would never have happened at a school dance or club. (AKA I went to English Country Dancing and I fucked the fuck up on dance 3 or 4 and lost my partner and actually the entire group and got overwhelmed and cried) I'm not happy, I'm not proud. It was goddamn inconsiderate of me to my partner and to the others. To be fair, once I returned from getting water and collecting myself I watched nearly every single other experienced dancer also losing the steps and not getting it either, but in the end, I did rally and I went on to dance 3 more dances. I danced a good hour and 45 of the 3 hour shindig (after this the instructor let us know the last two dances would be advanced and hard for beginners so my HS best friend and I left for dinner ---- she also is diabetic and needed to eat) Anyway. They taught us bare minimum positions and concepts in the first 15 minutes (groupings, corners, 1st/2nd, partner, neighbor) but every dance introduced 2-4 new steps and such for each new dance. And didn't call the steps AS THE DANCE WENT (I don't know what I expected really) I did best on the easier dances (point A, obviously) and later when I said the steps out loud / called them as we went into them (point B) It was actually really fun and cool! I can see why they seem so romantic in period dramas and also why they are difficult! And I am so so so so very grateful to everyone who came to ask me to dance and took my hand and led me to the line up!!!! There wasn't a single dance I wasn't asked to! Most dances I was asked by more than one person (both men and women). And I watched experienced dancers fuck up left and right here and there so I'm not mad I fucked up, or even that I cried. I feel bad that I almost gave up and that I felt like giving up. But I didn't. And then my friend and I walked past a few places I haven't seen in forever and got good food and had a good chat (and for the first time all year I was able to pay for her instead of vice versa - though I only got away with it by her being in another room both times)

[leighsartworks216]

The Calm After The Storm

Sylus x gn!Reader

I know it isn't Christmas anymore but the vibes persist in my notes app

Warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, silly, Christmas, alcohol, drinking, kissing, cuddling, some family drama

Word Count: 834

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You scrub a hand down your face, as if it could wipe away all the stress and overwhelm from the last few days. Booking flights, packing bags, wrapping gifts, dealing with your parents' nagging and your extended family's... whole deal. You can't wait to go back home.

Sylus sighs as he settles down beside you. His arm immediately wraps around your shoulders, drawing you into his side where you belong.

He's been your rock through all of this. When you start to lose your head to the holiday season, he's there to reel you back in. It was a real catch 22, though. He could be there to block your family's questions and interrogations, but that only brought more questions to the surface.

How did you two meet? How long have you been together? When is he going to propose? Will we finally have some grandkids? Why isn't he with his family? How big is he? (Asked by your great grandmother, utterly shamelessly.) And on, and on, and on.

For all the headache it brought you, he didn't seem too phased by the excitement. With all the grace of a businessman, he deflects, redirects, and obfuscates just enough to satisfy their questions without giving them too much of a rope to tug on.

Now that you've finally got a moment to yourself - all your relatives gone, your parents off to bed - all you want to do is sit on the couch and come down from it all.

Sylus is quiet. You know it's for your sake, to give you all the (metaphorical) space you need. All the power is in your hands to start a conversation. All he does is hold you close, rub circles into your arm, and offer you the wine glass in his other hand.

You grin wryly as you accept it. It's fruity, sweet - definitely not to his tastes. "Is this the one my nana got you?"

"Mhm," he hums. "It's a nice gesture."

You chuckle. "She had no idea what to get you. I mentioned that you like to drink, but she's... Well, she tends to gift other people things she likes."

You settle deeper against him, cradling the glass to yourself as you lean your head against his shoulder. He presses a tender kiss to your head.

"Is it always that chaotic?"

"No." You tilt your head up to look at him. "It's usually a lot worse."

He chuckles lowly. "I'm glad they were on their best behavior for me, then." He brushes his nose against yours, drawing out the peace of the moment just a while longer. He's had to severely cut back on how affectionate he gets to be with you to avoid encouraging even more marriage and children questions; he really wants to savor this for as long as possible.

The lights of the Christmas tree in the living room dance across the planes of his face. Every now and then, the red catches on his iris. Or the gold does, and gives him a draconic look. He's beautiful. Ethereal. Your cousin took one look at him, at his arm lazily wrapped around your waist, and gaped in awe at you. The only reason she couldn't get a chance to get Sylus alone and try to steal him is because he was too insistent on staying by your side through it all, whispering teasing remarks in your ear and making sure you weren't about to have a panic attack.

It felt really good being able to put her in her place at dinner, when she purposefully vied for the seat beside Sylus's. He'd ignored her the whole time, save for a politely dismissive phrase or two. After she stole your boyfriend from you in 9th grade pulling the same stunts that she tried tonight, you had no sympathy for the teary-eyed pout she pulled on her way out the door.

You lean up that last little bit. He ducks his head down to ease the strain on your neck, meeting you in a honeyed kiss. Sweet, warm and unhurried. You taste like the wine, hints of the bitter alcoholic sting softened by the fruity sweetness clinging to your lips. This may be his new favorite wine, if only for the way it tastes on you.

You pull away slowly. He leaves a few chaste kisses on your lips, chasing after the lingering sweetness, before finally humming his satisfaction. As soon as you both get home, he's going to make up for all the lost time. For now, he tucks your head under his chin, holds you in front of the tree, and basks in his first Christmas spent with you.

"Merry Christmas, Sy."

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart." He can't wait to celebrate with you again next year, crazy family and all.

You take a slow sip of the wine, basking in the silence for all of one minute. “Sy?”

“Mhm?”

“We’re taking the jet back home. I can’t be sat sandwiched between two screaming babies again.”

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[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Hi sea! Gosh, I have never write to you! First and foremost, thank you! I visit your blog every few days and I'm always greatful for the love you give to Lou. His music accompanied me though some tough times and still does! So I’m happy we're here for him!

Anyway, I was just ruminating on my thoughts and I wanted to ask if anyone here has any advice on how to make friends and meaningful friendships in their 20s. You see, I study medicine; specifically, I'm in my residency to become a pediatrician and I'll be starting training in a new hospital this Monday. Usually I have a really hard time making acquaintances (insert friends in that last word), but I have a good feeling about this next rotation. So, if anyone could give me any tips I'd be very grateful!

I don’t really know how to finish this, so have a great start of 2025. Hopefully we meet someday, at least to exchange book recs 😉

Hi hi hi!

I’m so glad you’re here. Thanks for saying hello!

Congratulations on your career path so far. It must have taken a lot of work to get to where you are. I hope you are enjoying it.

My two cents is to try to work together with others on the team, even if you aren’t peers. For example, you can make a habit to greet people you see every day in the cafeteria, or people who clean up or run errands. Once you open yourself to experience, you’ll feel more comfortable with small talk.

Usually you’ll run into some tough challenges that benefit from more experienced people for advice. Don’t hesitate to ask. You’ll learn a lot and people appreciate someone who wants to do things the right way.

I remember in my first job, we worked very long hours including weekends. It was super painful but a very formative, enriching, and bonding time for me. Some of my lifelong friends came from that period. Nowadays a lot of people use apps to date, but there’s nothing like a shared challenge to form meaningful bonds.

I would also say that you shouldn’t wait for someone to initiate the friendship, but take a chance and ask whether people want to go for a drink or tea or a snack, especially some place where you have to walk. Walking and talking is really great way to know someone. Most people actually like talking about themselves; you can find out whether you enjoy listening to them. Friends love when you remember what they’re told you.

Also remember to invite a companion to do something you want to do anyway, like exercise (biking, running, yoga, dance) or seeing a museum exhibit or watching sports. If they bail, you’re still doing something fun!

I always feel like we don’t have enough time to get to explore the space around us. If you’re going to a new hospital, ask whether there are any good spaces to hang out in the down time, where you can chill and relax. Ask whether there are nice spots to go for a walk, to hike or see some beauty (a lake, a pond, mountains, the ocean, or whatever). You can try to make private spaces nicer with aromatherapy or a nice light.

If anyone else has advice, please shoot me an ask!

Good luck on becoming a pediatrician. That’s very exciting!

[jinxthejubilee]

Hey there!! I’m come here as soon as i saw that you write nd draw for Villain recruiters bc there is not enough writes of the babies,,so, i remember seeing on a post (don’t really remember if it was yours or if it was other person) a headcanon that said “Malfie has a soft spot for children” and that make me think about how would the other recruiters be with children (platonic ofc), could you write some headcanons abt it? Whatever makes you feel comfortable!

First of all, thank you so much! I'm also glad that you've enjoyed my work so far! Second, I'm not quite sure if I headcanoned that or not, BUT! It sounds too cute to not write about.

So, in honor of your ask, let's get into the cuteness!

The Villain Recruiters with Children

Apple Poison 🍎

Before his inevitable character development, Apple kept his distance from children whilst on the job.

He didn't hate children, but his aloof nature definitely gave an ominous vibe towards guests. Though his politeness and bluntness were, somehow, what drove kids to Apple.

As his icy exterior melts away, Apple begins to indulge in the children's games, silly requests, or just them asking for company.

This was made possible thanks to his crazy, vibrant coworkers who became a family. Especially Pretty Scar, who, in all her annoyance, helped train Apple to adjust to children's behavior. He's dealt with the hyena girl's shenanigans on a regular basis, dealing with normal children is a cakewalk compared to her.

Jack Heart ❤️

Oh, Jack loves these little buggers!

Entertaining the kids during the stage shows is the highlight of his day. The laughter, the cheers, the excitement! It practically fuels him with joy and the strength to keep performing.

Jack adores children! He'll play tricks and pranks to make them laugh. He doesn't mind babies either! If they start crying, he'll make goofy faces or dance to help them smile again.

Just a warning, though, chaos always follows Jack wherever he goes, being from Wonderland and all, so if he somehow ends up babysitting, know that your house will end up burning down.

Malfi (Malfie) 🪞

Malfi's not super into kids, but he enjoys their company more than Apple.

He's more than willing to show himself in all of his handsome glory off anytime for them, but he's not used to all of affection they tend to give him. They ruin his hair!

He does have a soft spot for them, though. They may ruffle his feathers from time to time, but he can't bring himself to dislike them at all.

Malfi had a difficult childhood, on account of his parents following nature's guidelines in throwing him out of the nest because they deemed him as "weak." He never had anyone to look up to, other than Maleficent, and his days before her were quite lonely.

Beauty and childhood innocence are sacred to Malfi, so if he can brighten up a kids' day with his gorgeous self, whatever happens is worth it.

Eight Foot Joe 🐙

Joe's not the biggest fan of kids, nor does he have the energy to deal with them.

Before he became more socialible, he would do everything he possibly could to get away from the kids.

If someone, particularly a little girl, is wearing an Ariel costume, Joe will scream at them to try and get them to go away. It's not the kid's fault, he just has trauma surrounding the royal family and Ursula back at home.

Eventually, Joe will realize that making a decent impression on the public is part of his job, so he'll get used to it. Again, he's very socially awkward, so interacting with anyone, let alone children, will take some getting used to.

That "I have no idea what to do" phase will fade soon enough. He'll accept children in a very "tired uncle" way.

Mr. Dalmatia 🐾

Dalma is surprisingly good with kids despite his slight prissiness.

Dalmatians themselves are a very energetic and active breed, so most kids enjoy having the dog recruiter around.

He may get scolded for running around like a dog in his human form, but no one can or really cares to stop him. By playing with the kids, he's technically still doing his job, so why bother?

On some days he will be more irritated than usual, like if the babies are too loud, his coat gets ruined, or is just having an off day, but other than that, bring them over!

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️

Children are adorable, and so is Mzuri, so of course, she loves kids to pieces!

Being a hyena and all, she's used to interacting with dozens of kids at the same time. Playtime is funtime, so long as her hair, dress, or makeup don't get ruined.

While her colleagues might find her obnoxious, she finds solace in the fact that the kids like her, so that's more than enough!

Ms. Hades 🔥

As the designated mom of the group, Ms. Hades is quite the expert at dealing with children responsibly.

She may not understand everything, given that she's spent all of her immortal life in the Underworld and heard all kinds of stories about betrayal, family murder, and massive family drama from Olympus, but upon realizing that their world is massively different than hers, she understands soon enough.

Sometimes, she'll spot children and their parents having fun and doing family things, and eventually, she gets a better understanding of human life and culture.

She becomes more friendly and hospitable towards the kids, and while she's still fairly strict with rough housing, she won't get too heated over it.

Veil 🔔

Veil was once incredibly uncomfortable towards children while she was still in France. Her childhood was full of abuse and neglect, and she found refuge in the church with the infamous Claude Frollo. All of this put together made her socially inept outside of her normal duties.

Despite that, however, working with the recruiters and talking to staff and customers has improved her social skills. She's even found that children are far easier to talk to once she grew to understand them.

Her singing voice often puts fussy babies or rambunctious youngsters to sleep, much to the parent's delight. The praise she earns for it sends her over the moon with joy.

Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝

Ah, the suave and adventurous pirate lady! A lover of the seas and of boisterous little tykes!

Similarly to Malfi, Hock wishes to protect the innocence and wonder of children. As such, she will grant the desires of any child who asks of her, whether their requests be sword fighting on the roof or singing sea shanties on stage.

Faja (Farja) 🌹

As much as Faja likes kids and their enjoyment of her magic tricks, she's still the hothead of the group. Patience is most definitely not her virtue.

Babies crying can get on her nerves real fast, and she doesn't have Ms. Hades' calm and collected nature, or Jack's funnyman persona, to help her out. But since she's around kids a lot (again, this is Disneyland), she gets more used to it. It still annoys her, though.

Faja will make the kids laugh, unintentionally, when her spells backfire, and she'll either be furious with them seemingly making fun of her for it, or she'll droop down like her flower in defeat.

But! If the spell, by some miracle, actually works and the kids applaud or demand an encore, Faja will be more than happy to oblige.

She may be more of a"spunky aunt" type than a "mom" type, but that doesn't mean she won't get all sappy when the kids say that they love or that she's their favorite out of all the recruiters. She'll just start bawling.

[ceadgearst]

one of my ideas about what the afterlife's like

(a short writing)

She looks at me with one of those wide sunhats on, the type pretty ladies wear on the beach, her eyes are obscured by sunglasses and I can see she's wearing her favorite lipstick

she looks over at me, tilts her head a bit and says

"Is something wrong?" The grass is too green here, love. The sun is too bright. The air is too warm and sweet like the nicotine in my lungs. the black and mild in my hand smokes so slow that it's a literal drag. Everything feels right and wrong

"I'm fine, baby" I lie and she accepts it, smiling at me with a smile that says she knows it really isn't, but that she wouldn't pry further. I feel the wind blow through my hair and lift it, not a cold wind, maybe a good minnesota August or September. Maybe October, when we fell in love.

She pours some pop into my glass and we sit there, sipping it and admiring the view, there's a lake here that stretches out for a while, but you can see where the land curves around the sea and gives it form. I can't tell what lake it is but I can smell the freshwater sea creeping into my breathe

The trees drift and sway and occasionally give up leaves to the wind, not too many though, they're still keeping their volume. I hold her hand in mine, like I've done so many times and feel her soul in her palm, like I've done so many times before

I caress her hand with my thumb as I hold her hand and look at her, watching the sunlight praise her beauty. She smiles a sweet, mournful smile at me and we lean in and kiss

"Where are we, love?" I ask, not remembering when, where or how we ended up at this beautiful place

she looks out at the water before us and says

"I think you know, honey"

my heart quickens for a second and then relaxes

"Is it really?" I ask

She nods slightly and puts her hands in her lap

"I thought this would be a lot scarier, but with you next to me I feel fine. I don't even remember what it felt like, I swear one second I was there and one second I was here" I say, trying to make sense of everything.

I didn't want to ask who arrived first, as my confusion and her knowledge seemed to confirm the worst, but I was glad we were finally together, forever. In the literal sense of the phrase.

I cry, I can't help it. I just think of all the beautiful memories we made together and I mourn it all. I weep for joy that it happened and weep for the fact it had to end, even if it never really did. It all flowed together to the point where it doesn't feel disjointed when you're walking towards your destination, it only feels that way when you try to look back to see your path.

She sees me crying and she cries too. We can't help it, it's what we do. We hold each other so close. I love that feeling, I love it the most.

I ask her, with tears in my eyes

"did we do good with what we've had?"

She runs her fingers through my hair and says

"I think we did the best we could, all things considered"

And I can't stop thinking I could've done better, I could've done better. But now it's the point where it's the best I've done. No take backs or corrections from that point.

the sun slowly sinks behind the lake, behind the trees, lowering and lowering as beautiful colors dance in the sky, giving way to night eventually

I've calmed down some, so I ask her another question

"What do we do now?"

"We wait, baby"

and now the moon is up, I take her hand in mine again and help her to stand. I hold both her hands in mine and look at her. My soulmate, in life and death. Death couldn't even do us part.

"I was scared death would be such a lonely thing, dying seems so lonely sometimes"

"Life isn't inherently lonely, why would death be any different?"

We spend the night under the plentiful stars and sleep on blankets in the grass, it feels like a warm October night

We're holding each other asleep like we did in life

in the morning we fly kites and wade through the water, kissing each other in the middle of the sea

We dry ourselves off for lunch, eat, and then collapse on the grass

looking at all the clouds that won't last

we're past that, now

[noceurous]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

summary: alcohol, heavy amount of nostalgia, and bucky barnes what good could come up from that combination?

warnings: alcohol consumption, toxic relationships, bad relationship with a parent(father), cheating (mentioned), angst, fluff, age gap (bucky in late 30’s reader in mid 20’s) dbf!bucky, pet name(peach), smut, slight-bondage, praise kink, oral. minors dni

a/n: since my love @buckycuddlebuddy was feeling down and she asked me before if i was thinking of writing dbf!bucky soo here it is!

You pressed your champagne glass to your cheek while you watched the two of them dancing in front of you.

A little frown was evident on your face, but sure as hell you were a bit zoned out. Not sure it was because of alcohol or nostalgia, but you were deep in your thoughts until Bucky gently poked you on your exposed shoulder.

You jumped under his touch. "You okay?" He asked, trying not to laugh at your state. You nodded.

"Yeah, sure." You mumbled, raising the champagne glass to your lips drinking the rest of it in one sip.

He was a bit worried about you, he knew you weren't feeling all good about this marriage.

Your mother half-forced you to attend this wedding, your beloved father's wedding, because he asked you to come. Because as much as she insisted, you were his only family.

You bit inside of your cheek when you remembered how your father left the both of you. He thought that the both of you were keeping him from his potential. You remembered how little he supported you in high school, and he was only half there in your college years. A perfect way to treat your only family.

After all that shenanigans you found yourself on the VIP table, on his wedding day. He looked like a different man, his hair was darker, his body was fit. He was smiling as much as you watched him on your old video tapes the one you were playing games with him. It felt so surreal since you could not even believe any of them, if you hadn’t seen them with your own eyes.

"You look beautiful today." You turned your head to look at him. "But I guess you already knew that." He shrugged.

  Bucky was a close friend of your dad, the one he met when he started his new life. You barely knew about him, you knew he was your father's gym buddy and a grown up version of a fuckboy. You would have no argue in that, he was too hot for a guy in his age.

Why settle down with a potential like his?

"Thank you Bucky. This is the nicest thing I've heard today." You answered, his hand was on your knee giving you a gentle squeeze.

"Always, peach." He responded as he sat back, watching the dancing couple like you.

He leant closer to you, his figure hovering above yours. "He truly loves you, even though that old sack is really bad at showing it." You giggled at his comment, biting the inside of your cheek. "Why wouldn't he though? You have a heart of a saint, and beauty of a goddess."  You could not stop the smile forming on your face with the praise and also the wetness forming on your panties.

Why did he have to say that?

After he saw that you were relaxed, he took to courage to ask you if you wanted to have a dance with him. You shook your head, holding onto his arm that was reached for you; gently accepting his offer.

"I've heard that you were supposed to come here with your boyfriend. What happened?" His hand was placed on the lower of your back, while the other one was holding yours.

"Oh, we broke up almost like a month ago. Dad was never good at catching up, I guess he forgot to inform you. It was mutual." By mutual you meant that he wanted to see your best friend, and you didn't want to see either of them.

"I'm sorry for hearing about that. For what's worth, he is an idiot, no matter what happened." By cheating on you in your place with her. Yeah, he really was an idiot.

"It's okay. I'm glad I didn't come here with him. My dad didn't like him too anyways. And I wouldn't be here dancing with you. You are far better dancer than him. He always stepped on my feet." He chuckled at you. The soft wrinkles formed at the corner of his eye. He really was charismatic, even at that age of his. "I thought that you'd be bringing a girl here." You added, eyes looking away from his.

"Nah, I don't do that serious." You felt a small ache on your chest. For all the women who would probably gave up a toe to do serious with him, and got rejected. "At least I can say I've not met with anyone whom I'd want to do serious with." You nodded, looking at how beautiful he was.

No matter the grey on his subtle or the fluffy hair, or the soft wrinkle at the corner of his eyes. He looked like the most beautiful painting you’ve ever seen.

"Maybe you haven't met the right one, yet?" You asked as he twirled you around pulling you on his chest a bit closer than you were before. His lips were so close to yours, could feel your warm breath on his skin.

"Maybe I have, just couldn’t realize it." He answered, as the song was about to end. He almost whispered it and if the song was even a little bit louder you couldn’t hear it.

"Oh." Was all you could say before you went back to your seats. It was obvious that there was a little bit tension arised. But you tried your best to shrug it off, continuing to chat with him and rest of your father's friends at the table.

It worked, you even chatted with your father's wife. You've been avoiding to have a decent conversation with her since you've heard about engagement. She was polite towards you, even invited you to brunch so you could get to know each other better. You knew that you had to at least give her a chance. So you were eager to have it, as much as you could be. Also with the amount of champagne you've consumed, you would even go to war with her.

"It's really nice of you to come to the wedding darling." Your father admitted, hands inside the pockets of his pants. "I know this is a bit much for you, but still... I'm glad to see you on the happiest day of my life." And there it was, once again your father ruined it for you. "She is everything to me, my best girl." He said as he pointed her with his chin, she was now talking with Bucky.

He used to tell you that the day of your birth was the happiest day of his life. You gulped, nodding slowly at his words. "So what you're going to do afterwards. Hope your boyfriend didn't drink that much, one of you supposed to drive."

"No dad, we broke up. I came here on my own, remember?" He shook his head slowly, biting his lower lip. "’So sorry to hear that. Why doesn't Bucky gave you a ride ha? He didn't drink that much, and you live close as far as I remember. Let me talk with him alright." He said, raising his hands to tell you stay where you were.

Your shoulders dropped, sure he knew how much his friend drank but could not remember you came there alone. Also you and Bucky weren’t living that, what he referred to was your old place. You should have corrected him, but your heart wasn't strong enough to point out another mistake of his.

"Hey, if you're ready I can give you a ride. It's better than taking another cab." You smiled, he even remembered how you came in the first place. "Hey, what's wrong peach?" He asked as he came closer to you, holding your chin up.

You shook your head, softly pushing his hand back. "It's nothing, I'm tired that's all. Also I better call a cab, I live on the other side of the city, don't want to be a burden."

"Nonsense, you're far from a burden to me. If you want you can even crush at my place, have a nice soft bed and I can sleep on the couch."

His proposal was tempting and also you clearly didn't want to spend rest of your night alone. "If you insist." He nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to walk you to his car.

The car ride was silent along the way. He opened a nice chill playlist, and you watched the road for the rest of the night. You pressed your forehead on the glass.

Bucky didn't say anything, just looking at you with the corner of his eye. He knew your father messed things up again, but he was glad to be there for picking up the pieces. If you would let him of course.

"Okay, I showed you all the rooms. What's left is me giving you some comfortable things you can sleep in it." He explained as he opened the door of his closet, while you observed his room. It was plain and simple, a bed with white sheets. Some weights next to his bed, and light-colored wooden closets.

"These should work." You shifted your gaze from the closet to his hand holding folded clothes.

"Thank you so much Bucky, you didn't have to do all of this." You were sincere as you picked the clothes and headed to the bathroom.

"Don't be silly." He shrugged giving you a spare hanger. "You can hang your dress with this." You were almost going to thank him again but he shushed you with raising a finger. "I don't want to hear another thank you again for the rest of the night young lady. Just go inside and change." He said as he headed towards the living room.

His clothes were a bit loose on you and you had to double knot the basket shorts so they would not fall down. But still it was loose, you didn’t made the knot properly.

When you joined him in the living room he had to gulp to his sight, feeling his throat dry. You looked so good in his clothes that he could his cock twitch to the sight. "How do I look, like a fifteen year old girl who wore his dad's clothes to the gym?" You chuckled to yourself looking at him.

He rolled his eyes, signalling you to come closer so he could fix the knot you were still working with. "You look..." He said as he tightened the not, letting the fabric squeeze your waist as you gasped with his action. "like a delight." He said as he finished the knot with a small bow. Hooking his fingers in both sides of it, so it would loosen around your waist without knot got loosen.

"And if you were a fifteen year old girl, I'll be doomed with the thoughts I have about you." He said, hands going to the both sides of your waist, pulling you to his lap. "You are too hot to make anyone assume that you're fifteen, peach."

"Bucky..." You tried to warn him, but still sitting down to straddle his thigh. He leaned in, hands going inside of the loose tshirt of his. You could feel your breath leave your lungs as his hands touched your skin.

"We have talked about this." You tried to stop him but his hands were moving further, holding your breasts. You pressed yourself on his thigh, feeling the wetness forming around again.

"I know you want me, peach. Like you wanted me then." He said as he squeezed your breasts, earning a soft moan fell from your lips. He raised his head, face too close to yours, lips parted.

You closed your eyes to the memory of two weeks ago, in which you ran into Bucky at a bar. The events in between were a bit blurry, but you remember that finding yourself in the one person toilet with him. He had his hand buried between your legs, making you cum over and over until his name was all left your mouth. You were too dizzy to count your orgasms after three. You both were drunk, and needy. Just like this time.

"If you want me to stop, then I will." He said as he pulled you closer to him, still not kissing you.

You shook your head, started grinding yourself on his clothed thigh. Giving yourself the pleasure you desperately needed. He chuckled at your state, hand snaked to the back of your head, pulling down your hair to make you look at him in the eye. "Tell me to stop, peach. Otherwise I won't be able to stop myself." He admitted, chest raising up and down with your movements. You could see his bulge forming in his trousers.

You looked into his eyes again, they were darkened by lust. His lips so close to yours, less than an half inch. You knew he was forcing himself not to kiss you.

"Don't stop." You said in a breath. His other hand went to your hips pulling you closer as your chest smashed onto his. Before you could understand he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you with everything he got. You started grinding yourself on his bulge, close to an orgasm.

"Fuck! You didn't wear any panties, did you? I can feel your wetness." He said as his hand cupped your front, pressing his thumb on your clit. You moaned with the contact, pressing your body more onto his hand. "My needy little girl." He said as he started kissing your neck, while you were still moving your hips. Moving at each time as his fingertip brushed your swollen clit.

He leaned in teeth nibbling the shell of your ear. "You've been a tease enough, it's about time to give you something you wanted." He whispered, you shivered at his words.

Before he could take you at the bar, both are too drunk and horny to take off any piece of clothing, your phone rang. An important one which ended up you leaving Bucky all hot and bothered.

"I'm not going to let you leave this time." He whispered as he stood up, taking off his shirt and tie. You gulped with the sight, the defined muscles of his arms, and his toned chest. He had the first lines of a six pack. He was too good to be true.

Your thoughts disrupted when he placed the his tie next to his knees, you could feel your excitement grew.

"I thought you'd sleep on the couch and I'd get the bed." You giggled as you watched his hands pull your his tshirt up, so he could untie the knot he did only two minutes ago. He raised his head, looking at you with a smirk on his face.

"We both knew that I meant I'll fuck you on both of them." He answered. "And I will." He said almost ripping the shorts off of your body, smiling at the fact that you indeed weren't wearing any panties.

"Fuck! That's a sight." He said, separating your legs leaning close to your wet folds. Kissing the inside of your thighs, his stubble scratching your soft skin along the kisses. You knew he was being a tease, getting revenge of the time you spent in the bar.

You had to leave him right there with a hard cock, and half open shirt.

He continued to kiss you, moving slowly to your core until you raised your hips. "Please." You begged hands going to his hair until he stopped you, he looked firm.

You were in trouble.

"No touching." He chuckled, reaching to his tie to tie both of your wrists. "That night had its consequences, peach. I've been jacking of, imagining what will I do to you when I'll have you all to myself again." He explained as he tied the knot, making it a bow again.

You could not stop feeling a bit proud to find out he was not different than you. You had to recharge your vibrator in every three nights since that day.

He made you sit down on his L shaped couch. His head was dipped between your legs, raising both of them above his shoulders devouring you. He was sucking you like a beast having a feast. The echo of his slurping echoing on his pale walls.

"Bucky! Please!" You begged with a scream. You tried to pull yourself away from the intense pleasure, but he was holding you tightly on his face. You could even say he was pulling you even closer to his face, choking himself between your thighs.

"What do you want peach? Tell me." He said as he raised his head, tongue still licking your slit up and down.

"I want you to fuck me, Bucky please." You blurted out, too deep in the pleasure he was giving you.

"If you want so." He said as he rose to his feet. Taking off his belt and pants, showing you his hard cock. Your mouth watered at the sight. You knew you were watching him pump himself with your mouth hung open, almost on the edge of drooling. He chuckled with the idea popped into his head.

"Do you want it, peach?" You finally tore your eyes from his cock, looking at him with pleading eyes; nodding. "Then why don't you show me, how much of a good girl you are and deserve to come." He held your head gently by the back of your head. Slowly pushing into your open mouth.

"Fuck, you have a nice mouth here peach." He said as he started moving his hips. He was bigger than what you were used to, if anyone could get used to his size. He threw his back to the pleasure, your eyes were watered as he was hitting the back of your throat. You were gagging around his cock, trying to breathe through your nose as much as possible. It hurt like hell, but seeing him moaning and groaning felt like heaven.

Your put your hands to your front. Letting him use you for his own pleasure, like a good girl. His chest was panting, and his grasp on your hair tightened when he emptied himself inside your mouth. Making you swallow all of him before pulling out. You coughed when he pulled out, he held you close. "Fuck!" He groaned, his cock getting hard again with your ruined sight. Mascara ruined and hair messed up, lipstick smudged.

And he barely started.

"Hmm. Maybe I should reward you, for being my good girl and perfectly staying still." He kissed your cheek, helping you rise back to your feet before making you lie over the couch.

“Please fuck me, please.” You begged again, knowing nothing could be better than feeling him inside of you.

He lifted your tshirt to reveal your wetness. "You're dripping onto my couch." He said in amaze, settling between your legs. He rubbed his tip between your folds, hands holding yours at the top of your head. Keeping you in place, caging you under him.

He was smearing your wetness around and rubbing his tip on your clit. Making you a whimpering mess under his huge body. Before you could open your mouth to beg him one more time, he pushed himself inside you. You both moaned into each others lips, you raised your head slightly, kissing his cheek. His dog tags were on your clothed chest, dangling.

"Shit! You feel so nice peaches" He groaned, his brows frowned mouth parted as he slowly moved inside of you.

“Fuck! Bucky you’re so big.” You protested, arching your back at the feeling.

“Yeah? You like it don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, looking down to see your figure under him. “You like how I fuck you.” He fastened, making you cry out as he stretched you out. Getting deeper at each stroke.

“Y-yes, I love how you fuck me Bucky." You wriggled your wrists, aching to touch him. His fingers laced with yours, holding you tightly in his place as he was fucking you. You raised your hips, allowing him to reach deeper, wrapping one of your legs around his waist.

The air around you felt tense, your chest felt heavy as you felt the droplets of sweat form on your forehead. He raised your tshirt, giving him a nice view of your breasts before leaning down to suck one of your nipples.

You gasped when you felt the warmth of his mouth on one of them, the other one was pinched. You moaned at the sweet pain, throwing your head back. "You know why I didn't take off my tshirt?" He asked as he released your nipple, moving to the next one.

You shook your head, hadn’t bothered by its presence yet. It smelled like him, faintly. "Because tomorrow it'll smell more like you than me." He smirked, tongue playing with the swollen bulb.

You couldn’t help but smile at his confession, wanting nothing but to kiss him right there. You tried to move your hands again. The need of touching him was intense, even though you really enjoyed being tied up. “B—Bucky. Please!” You begged. “I just want to touch you, please. I’ll be your good girl.” You let it out, chest panting.

He cocked his head, eyes sparkling at the sight in front of him. “Hmm, my good girl ha?” He nodded, clicking his tongue before untying the knot. Your hands went to his fluffy hair, pulling him closer for a deep kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, feeling his soft locks between his fingers. You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hand snaked between your messy bodies, holding you tightly by your throat.

You gasped, his lips were still moving on yours. You could feel the tension grew; you were so close. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue dance on yours, sucking the breath from your lungs. It felt so good, your mind was dizzy from all the fucking and his fingers around your throat, not too tight but not loose either.

You found yourself coming with your back arching, body trembling with the intense wave of pleasure as he finally broke the kiss. “Fuck, you look so good when you come around me, peach.” He whispered, lips slightly open and eyelids half closed from the pleasure.

“Come for me Bucky...” You whispered, “I want you to come inside me.” You added, feeling his hips stutter to your words, he got faster. You closed your eyes, fingers still around your throat.

“F—fuck!” He groaned, filling you up with his warm sticky cum.

He slowly pulled himself out, body wrapped around yours. He kissed you again, a bit slower as he licked the inside of your mouth. Holding your sweaty body close to his. “I’m not letting you go tonight.” He whispered to your ear, before kissing the shell of it.

You whimpered under him. “Good because I have no intention to do so.” A soft chuckle leaving your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

For the first time in a long time, it felt good to be in someone’s arms. You knew it won’t end good, probably chaotic but right then it felt heavenly to have him.

[goddess-of-green]

Omg that post made me inspired 😳 Id love to see something with a mermaid Komaeda from you, NSFW or SFW!! Your work is my favorite :)

Thank you so much! I'm very glad you requested this, anon. Now I have no reason not to write Mermaidmaeda

(ik i missed mermay i'm vv sorry but consider this my apology)

Warnings: GN!Reader, Mermaid!Komaeda AU

You sat on the pier, kicking the water in a vain attempt to entertain yourself as you looked out at the ocean.

It had always been beautiful. The glimmering blue-green water with the setting sun reflecting across it, painting the sky with pink and orange hues that danced brilliantly within your vision.

It was pretty. Pretty like a mountain range, or a lively pond surrounded by copses of trees.

It reminded you of a painting. A pretty watercolor picture with red and oranges and yellows bleeding across the page to form a lovely warm colored impression of the setting sun.

You'd been visiting the pier a lot lately. It helped you decompress. Though there were times when you would zone out and start to get bored, but you deemed the trips still worth it-- since you got to enjoy the scenery and take your mind off things for a while.

Though as you gazed at the retreating sun, you noticed something in your peripheral vision.

It was definitely white, maybe some stray trash, or a bird? Vague curiosity possessed you to turn and look, and what met your eyes was not what you expected.

Wild white hair and two wide, green-gray eyes watched you from the water.

You flinched in surprise, as you realized what it was, and it (they?) seemed surprised as well, making a splash as they sank below the water and swam away.

You weren't entirely sure what you had witnessed, and sat in shock for a few moments.

Did I really just see two eyes...? Was it just someone messing with me?

Thoughts of doubt and fear filled your mind, but curiosity was present as well.

Still...you found your heart rate had spiked from the excitement, and turned to gather your things.

That was enough lounging for today.

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Setting your stuff down on the pier, you sat in your usual spot after shucking off your shoes, so you could dip your feet into the water.

Your mind inevitably wandered back to the thing you'd seen. You had wondered if you should come at all, when remembering it and the vague fear you had felt.

But you'd convinced yourself you weren't even sure of what you saw. What if it was just your mind playing tricks on you? A trick of the sunlight against some bird.

Or maybe some person was just peeking at you, trying to scare you...

Whatever the reason was for seeing what you had, you put it out of your mind. You weren't gonna let one little thing stop you from visiting your secret relaxing spot.

Looking out at the ocean, you sat there for a while, tired from your long day.

But after a period of time, you found yourself almost starting to feel disappointed; you hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it really was just your imagination...thinking you saw some strange creature.

As these thoughts began to cross your mind however, you saw that strange white thing out of the corner of your eye again. You tensed up.

In a hope to not scare it off this time, should it be an actual creature, you turned your gaze to it slowly, and tried your best not to seem surprised or scared when you met those wide eyes once again.

It twitched, seeming to get ready to bolt, but stayed with its eyes locked onto you as you didn't react negatively.

A little nervous, and a little scared, but mostly curious, you slowly raised a hand toward it, in some form of a wave.

"Hello?" Your voice was quieter than usual, and a little more frightened than you would have liked, but it didn't seem like they were going to run (swim?) away again.

It was silent a little too long for your liking, as those two murky eyes stared at you. Their eyes quickly shifted over your frame after a long moment of eye contact, and slowly, very slowly, you saw ripples form in the water.

A pale arm with greenish-grayish discoloration (or at least that's what it looked like,) rose from the water, and a hand unfolded to reveal five webbed fingers, waving back at you.

Despite what was likely a positive reaction, you tensed up, shaking a little bit. Whatever it was, it definitely didn't look human. Though it seemed a little too close to human for your comfort.

Still, you were really interested now. It seemed it wasn't all in your head after all.

You were silent for a long moment, taking in the creature's appearance. You tilted your head and leaned in slightly, hoping to get a better look at the strange colors on its skin.

Copying your movement, it tilted its head the same way as you, arm lowering back into the water as you had lowered yours a while ago.

You would be lying if you said you weren't creeped out as it looked into your eyes, but for whatever reason you didn't want to just leave.

What if I hurt its feelings?

Probably a dumb thought, but you'd always been an empathetic individual.

With a hard swallow, you tried to think of something to say, or do.

"U-Um... What are- Who are you...?" You settled with, finding it less offensive-sounding than 'what are you?'

They tilted their head back to the way it was, and stared at you for what felt like ages. As you started to fidget, it made a clicking noise, slightly muffled from the water, it sounded somewhere between a chirping sound and a clicking of their teeth.

If they had teeth...

You figured it was probably trying to communicate with you, but at your apparent confusion it stopped. Eyes darting around, it seemed hesitant to get closer to you.

You felt glad for a moment that the pier was totally dead besides you, as it seemed this creature didn't like attention all that much.

And yet it was here with you...

Suddenly, its head dipped below the water. You thought for a second that it had decided to leave you, or gotten spooked by something; and you weren't sure if you felt relieved or disappointed by that notion.

However, a few seconds later, its head popped back up out of the water, much closer to you now.

Its head was right next to your legs in the water, so close you were surprised its body hadn't brushed against you, and you startled at the proximity, combined with its sudden appearance from beneath the water's surface.

With a yelp and a flinch, your legs made a small splash in the water as you moved back some, and it seemed to scare the creature as well, as it flinched back at your sudden movement.

It backed up a foot or so away, sinking lower into the water as its eyes only barely peaked above the surface to watch you carefully.

You calmed down after a moment, regretful of your fearful reaction as you had nearly scared it away. You tried to scrounge up your courage to say something to it. It seemed to somewhat understand you...

"S-Sorry..." You mumbled, feeling pathetic by your quiet response.

It only stared.

After a moment, it inched closer, just a bit-- raising its entire head out of the water.

The rest of its face was as pale as the other parts of it you had, its green-gray eyes were even wider this close, and it had the patchy discoloration on its face as well as its arm.

But a closer look told you that they were scales, and they were littered about this creature's body it seemed. Its wild off white hair framed its sickly looking face, and you couldn't tell if the hair was fitting or terribly odd for the creature.

"...I am Nagito." It's (his?) voice was soft, and slightly high-pitched.

Your eyes widened as it (he?) spoke to you, and you definitely caught a glimpse of razor sharp teeth as he did so.

"H...Hi Nagito..." You muttered, looking at his face intently.

His lips parted, and once again you were able to see his pointy teeth, your lips pursing at the sight.

"You are afraid..." He noted, sinking back a little further into the water.

Before you could squeak out another timid apology, he spoke again.

"I am too." Your eyes widened at his words. He was scared of you?

As you thought about it, it started to make sense. You were a strange creature to him too, probably. Right? And he splashed away really fast when you first saw him...

"...But, you seem nice." He added, looking at you. His speaking made little bubbles in the water as his mouth was practically below the water again.

After a moment of hesitation, you managed a watery smile.

"...I'm Y/N."

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Yayy I finally wrote something Mermaid-y! Sorry it's not very fluffy, since I had to do so much set up...but maybe at some point I'll do a part 2...

[loveisalwaystheanswer]

Can I ask what you think it was that made Grace fall in love with Tommy and where her thoughts lay? What was the moment she gave it all up for him and what about him attracted her?

Hello, anon! First let me say, your question is like a warm blanket and a cup of hot tea on rainy days. I love talking about their relationship in s1 so much. It's my safe space now. Also, I'm glad to hear this question is from Grace's perspective. Such a rarity. I promise you, I won't be terse.

It will be good to remember that at the beginning of the first series Grace wasn't interested in any romantic relationship at all. And she didn't come to Birmingham to win Thomas Shelby's heart. She was on a mission and finding out where the guns were hidden was her main task. It was not about undermining the Shelbys.

It was written so carefully, so their love story sounds like the most beautiful song you've ever heard. It was a very very slow and subtle process.

Their first interaction has established Tommy's immediate physical attraction to her, though he tried to maintain composure and his usual indifference. C'mon, she is that pretty, yes. Grace was pissed off at his rude comment and we can see it by her face and the way she shuts these little doors. I think, she noted to herself that he's a good-looking man, but quickly put that thought away because it wasn't her prime concern. After that she was watching him trying to calm his horse down. She did a lot of observing through the season, noticing small details that everyone else just didn't pay any attention to and it helped her a lot in forming a full and most accurate picture of Tommy, because she has a knack for reading between the lines.

1.02 episode, when Tommy comes in the pub "for company" after shooting his horse, shows us how intrigued Grace's becoming by seeing Tommy looking disheveled and lonely and it's so unlike him. He usually looks very dapper and cold. And now he's upset about the horse and tells her very intimate thing about his war experience and his feelings about it. I never saw him talking about the war in that way before, nor after.

The date/not a date at the races comes next. Tommy tells Grace several times she's dressing up not for him, emphasizing the fact that this is not a date. He basically equips her like his soldier to make the deal with Kimber successful. When they're dancing you can see how they just enjoy each other's company and for a brief moment even Tommy forgets about his business with Kimber at all. But after that Grace was given away to Kimber as a sweetener, nevertheless. Of course, she could easily shoot Kimber's balls off, but Tommy wasn't aware of her abilities, so he "rescues" her, because he starts to develop feelings for Grace and basically can't bear the thought of her being raped. And in the car we can see how Grace's thoughts about Tommy are changing its course. She quickly redirects her attention from being angry and offended to the main meaning of Tommy's actions and it astonishes her. Personally, I adore her in this moment because you can see how smart and rational she really is.

Next comes the church scene. Grace thinks she's on the verge of failure, but Tommy's intentions are getting more obvious and simple when he kisses her for the very first time, though he's trying to act cool and business-like. Grace becomes more unsure of her own feelings and her loyalty. You can see it in her face after Tommy leaves her alone. But still, she commits her lowest act and gives Freddie away to the police. The good thing is he was realised very quickly. She's not in love with Tommy. Not yet. What a purposeful woman, my goodness.

We're almost there!

At this point it will be worth to notice Tommy keeps surprising her with his actions. Like @nomdeguerreblogs said "He’s consistently a different man from the one she expects." ((x) HIGHLY recommend to read, she is the best) He's a walking dichotomy and she's genuinely curious about him. 'They say he won two medals for gallantry in the war.' But first all you can see is a gangster and the leader of the criminal gang, and it's so hard to believe that this man's actions once saved thousands of lives.

It should be noted: I always thought Grace had locked up her emotions and suppressed her feelings after her father's death. All of it bursts out of her from time to time nonetheless (when she kills the IRA guy for the first time).

And then 1.05 happens, my favorite episode of the show after so many seasons. Grace's shocked by Tommy's frankness about the Black Star Day and doesn't really quite understand why did he tell her about it and didn't tell his family, but she keeps being persistent about her task because (how I see it) it's more clear and understandable to her and she still doesn't know how she feels about Tommy.

And then the IRA guys are coming. Tommy's scared af and asks Grace for help, he gives her a gun and basically trusts her with his life. This thought is quite paralyzing. Her loyalty becomes to crumble and she's fully aware this all is happening because of her actions and she feels guilty. She shoots and makes the situation even worse. And then she sees Tommy killing a man just with his bare hands and a spittoon. Realization dawned suddenly. She didn't need to restore justice and be dutiful to avenge her father. She needed to free herself from her anger. She needed to be placed into extremely dangerous situation to wake up from her obsession with vengeance. She was needed to look at herself from the outside to see how damaged she actually is. And she saw herself in Tommy and how similar they are. He is her mirror and she is his. And then bam! 'You've seen me'. These feelings overwhelm them at that moment. Its presence becomes shockingly obvious and relieving and it's reciprocal. She realises how desperately she needs support and acceptance, just like Tommy does. There is an understanding between them without any words. And even though they just saw each other doing the most dark, appalling, repulsive thing - a murder - still, they can't get away from each other. This is the moment when she fell in love with Tommy. He completely destroyed her idea of the black and white world and he changed her and helped to find her way back to her true self. After this scene he walks her home and they share a cigarette, very intimate thing, almost a kiss, and you can see their bond are getting stronger with every step. Something invisible, but yet palpable.

Her loyalty has changed. She saves his life, they sleep together and there was no way back after that.

hope you will like it and hope this is what you were after. thank you for the question so much! I was enjoying answering it. ❤️

[fictionalmenmistress]

🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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[elles-writing]

Dragon Sickness

Thorin x reader

Based off on 'Imagine Thorin becoming a dragon after getting gold sickness'

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, though I'd be able to make it a whole series with how many ideas I got, but here it is as a one shot. You guessed the character, @iwenttomordor !!

I'll probably translate this fic to Czech, if I will be in a mood for it.

Taglist: @guardianofrivendell @anjhope1

Breathe in, breathe out.

All Thorin could see, was darkness. He had no idea where he was, or what happened. The only thing he knew, was that if he was still able to do something, anything, it would mean he was still fully by his senses.

He felt deep growl coming out of the back of his throat. He opened his eyes, but then blinked. There was brightness everywhere, and he had to groan again. Did Fili and Kili forgot to blow the candles, played another stupid prank on him, and he passed out? Or did he fell asleep, while telling them a bedtime story?

Thorin opened his eyes again, when he seen endless piles of gold, and that it was not cadle light, but the shine of gold inside Erebor, and that Fili and Kili were not dwarflings anymore, but adults. They went on the quest with him and joined the Company, and...

Thorin blinked. Why was he alone?

"Fili, Kili!"

He expected to hear echo of his voice, but instead, he heard only deep growl and royar. He quickly looked around, up and down.

Was Smaug still there?

Thorin carefully looked around, but he couldn't see anything, that would remind of the dragon, who entered the Mountain over sixty years ago.

He decided to carefully look around, to see if his nephews and the rest of the Company was alright, without waking up the dragon, if he was still there.

Thorin made a step, when he noticed a reflection, in a huge mirror, in thick gold frame.

It was a dragon, with dark brown, almost deep black body and wings, long and pointy tail, and icy blue eyes. The light created shadows and pools of light, dancing across the texture of the dragon's body, making it seem rough and yet somehow highly gentle, even delicate, as the fire of candles flickered with the beast's every move.

Thorin looked away, and deep royar shook the walls of Erebor.

I need to find my nephews, he thought. Panic started settling in him, as he realized Kili was mortally wounded, and Fili stayed with him.

I belong with my brother.

He also remembered you. You did got wounded, too - you broke your arm, during the escape from Mirkwood. As a human, your body was much more fragile.

Thorin felt like he was losing his mind. He didn't cared for the gold, or the Mountain, anymore.

And with another wall-shaking royar, the dark coloured, blue-eyed dragon flew up, and left the inner part of Lonely Mountain.

Bilbo looked over at Balin.

"Where-where did that dragon came from? I'm sure there was only-only Smaug before," he said in high-pitched voice, he would be embarrassed about on any other occasion. Balin sighed and looked to the direction, of where did the dragon disappeared.

"I do not know, Bilbo. Now we need to find Thorin, and make a plan what to do. We didn't counted there would be two dragons, instead of one."

As Bilbo was trying to process what happened (the hobbit seen a lot of things on the journey, but this was really something he did not count on), Thorin looked over the Laketown. He noticed the people escaping the burning ruines of their houses. Smell of burned wood, skin, hair, mixed with smell of water and something he recognized as human, dwarf, and elves, got into his nose. He felt the soft breeze, and for a second, he thought dragons perhaps aren't that bad. It was calm up there.

Thorin looked over the town, and noticed a small boat. When he realized there was the rest of the members of the Company (and Bard's children), he let out a relieved breath. He felt like a rock fell off of his heart.

As he wanted to yell out "You are alive!", so they would hear him, a powerful royar escaped him.

You looked up, as Fili nudged you.

"What is it, Fi?"

"There is another...dragon," Fili said. You frowned.

"No way, Fili, that's-" you looked up as Kili pointed towards the sky. At the same moment, a powerful royar shook your whole body. You shivered.

"W-what the-" You whispered, and clutched your injured arm.

"It's flying down!" Bofur yelled out.

"We need to get away-" Someone yelled, but it was far too late.

The dragon flew down, and it seemed like it was observing you. It let out occasional growls, along with watching you by it's huge blue eyes.

He looks like Thorin, you thought. There was the panic, that others gave you, but deep down, you were not afraid.

The creature tilted it's huge head, and it was as if it's eyes saddened. You got up and walked to the front of the boat, so you'd be closer to it. Bofur turned to you.

"I don't think that's a wise idea, lass-" The dragon let out a huff, and you softly pushed Bofur behind you.

"What are you doing here? Where did you came from?" You carefully said. The dragon growled out something, but then turned to Lonely Mountain. You guessed it probably was the direction, where did it came from.

"Are you going to...hurt us?" You whispered. The dragon shook it's head, firmly.

"Alright, um...why are you here?" The dragon's eyes gave you a little stern, but mostly relieved and flustrated look, and then they shifted to Fili and Kili.

"Thorin would be worried about them too," you though aloud, before you could stop it. The dragon huffed, and let out a groan, but his eyes seemed to light up.

"Thorin?" The dragon nodded his head. You looked back, to see if it was truth. There was no way this would be happening.

Kili was pale, as well as Fili. Tilda and Sigrid were eyeing the dragon - Thorin, and the rest of the Company seemed like they were about to faint.

Well, not really. They seemed to be just paler than usual. A lot paler.

"Thorin, you are-you are a dragon...but how?" You stared at him. He looked around, until he pointed towards simple golden necklace he gave you as a courting gift.

"Gold...D-do you mean the...the sickness?" You looked up.

Thorin simply nodded.

When you got safely to Erebor, you noticed the rest of the Company rushing towards you.

"Thank Mahal, you are alive!" Someone said.

"Did you see the dragon?" You nodded.

"Well, yeah. He's not dangerous." You replied in firm voice.

"Lassie, every dragon is dangerous," Balin said, as Oin looked over your injury again.

"This one is not, because...well, the 'dragon sickness'," you quoted,

"The dragon sickness is not really about obsession over gold. It transforms that person into a dragon, who is obsessed with gold," you said, as you looked over your shoulder. You wasn't sure where exactly Thorin was, at the moment.

"I understand, but why would you say that, lassie? We still haven't found Thorin yet," Dwalin looked at you. Before you could answer, small epcheeew made an echo in the hall, and a piece of the wall was covered with frost. You giggled.

"How did you do that?" Thorin dig his eyes into you, as if saying 'Don't ask, please,', and jumped up on your shoulder.

"Well, he found us." You muttered. Everyone stared at the dragon-Thorin in silence for a while.

As the evening approached and most of the Company went to sleep, Thorin, in his regular size, you guessed, was carefully walking on the piles of gold, and you just sat there. You sat there, because you could not sleep, and so that Thorin would not be lonely.

You watched Thorin, as he was walking around the room, in the endless river of gold.

"You know, maybe it's better you still have clear mind, Thorin," you said. Thorin turned to you and set his gaze on you, as if asked you to continue. And so, you did.

"I won't lie, I do not know how to break this...spell, or whatever it is," you said, and Thorin looked away, huffing.

"But at least you are alive, and have clear mind," He looked back at you, and his eyes seemed to soften a little. You got up.

"Well, look, if you'd like to...I got an idea," you offered. Thorin curiously looked at you.

"We could go out, neither of us can sleep anyways," Y/N said, and Thorin looked around.

"Well, you can change into the...more petite form," you said. Thorin huffed out.

I'm not a bird or a cat.

Y/N blinked. Did she just heard Thorin's voice in her head?

It was probably nothing.

"Let's get outside."

As they seated outside, on the top of the Mountain, her eyes were set on the starry sky.

Thorin's eyes slid over the starry sky, then down at Y/N. The breeze brushed her hair in a gentle, delicate motion.

He was glad he has Y/N as his One.

He suddenly felt the urge to fly, which he tried to deny, but then he flew up, and took Y/N with him.

You couldn't even scream at first, but then you felt as if you were falling down - when all of sudden, you fell on something firm, but warm.

You opened your eyes, slowly at first, but then you realized what happened.

Slowly, you looked over the edge of Thorin's dragon body, and your eyes widened.

You flew high, and though you couldn't see a lot, due to the darkness, you recognized some lights. But the real beauty started, when you looked up.

The stars seemed to be close, as if you would just reach up your arm, you would be able to touch them.

The clouds felt soft, but cold and wet. You closed your eyes, and let that feeling to go through your whole body, as Thorin flew through one of the clouds.

When you opened your eyes, you realized the clouds moved away, and so the moon was illuminating the landscape underneath you. You looked down, and watched the scenery in awe.

You had no idea how much time has passed, but honestly, you didn't cared. You felt safe with Thorin, even if he was locked up in the body of dragon.

When the sun started raising, Thorin flew down to the top of the Mountain again. You could barely keep your eyes open.

That was amazing, you thought. You felt like you heard Thorin's soft chuckle in your head.

Indeed, Amrâlime.

Y/N didn't had much time to think about it, before she fell asleep with the sounds of birds' song, lullying her and sending her to the land of dreams.

When she woken up, she realized one thing: warmth. Y/N looked around, and realized that the warmth was coming from Thorin's body, who was protectively lying around her, inside of some room. He seemed to be soundly asleep.

As she moved, a huff escaped Thorin, and Y/N quickly looked back, to see what happened.

You woke me, she heard in her head.

Sorry, I just need to go to-

Before you could finish your thought, he let you go. You felt the shivers running down your body. Well, it's a mountain. It's not like it would be exactly warm here.

When you came back, you sat down, across Thorin, and he set his eyes on you. You started thinking about what was happening.

You can hear me, you thought, and he nodded.

So I, he replied.

But neither of us could do that before, right? You furrowed your brows, and Thorin shook his head.

Is this is permanent? You thought quicker than you could stop it. Thorin's gaze coldened and hardened, and you could feel the confusion, disgust, hurt and sadness.

I'm sorry Thorin, I-

Keep your words.

No, Thorin, listen to me, I'm sorry, it's just- You quickly jumped up, but he was on his way out.

Who from dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? He snapped. At this point, you runned behind him, trying to stop him from flying away.

"THORIN NO, COME BACK-" you yelled out, but it was far too late. Thorin was quickly disappearing on the horizone, and you cried out.

The dragons in Middle-Earth never had a good reputation. You knew someone would try to hurt him, or kill him, eventually.

You sank down on your knees, and started sobbing.

You felt his pain as your own, and he felt yours.

Who from the dwarves would want their king to be a dragon? Thorin thought, as he flew up on the sky. He knew he was right. He felt shame. He was a Durin. But now, he was a dragon, one of the creatures he hated.

You are not the dragon, Thorin. You are good. You are still Thorin we all know.

He let out a royar. He was in this body of a dragon, and he hated every second of it, and he hated himself.

You looked over the tent, and sipped on your tea. It felt wrong and weird, but you didn't exactly complained either.

Thranduil and Bard discussed something, and you wished Thorin would be there with you.

They aren't that bad, Thorin. Nothing.

You told me that Erebor is going to be pulsing with life, again. I know you hate the body you are locked in right now, but we will find a way to turn you into dwarf form again, Thorin. Please, return here.

No answer. Just silence.

You sighed. You felt Thorin was alive - you just knew, so you were not so worried, but still. Bilbo placed his hand on your shoulder.

"He will come back, I'm sure of it. You know Thorin," he muttered, and you nodded. Thorin was really stubborn, even for a dwarf, and once he thought of something, there was almost no chance in convincing him otherwise.

The rest of Company woke up as they heard your screaming. They found you, and took inside of the Mountain, to give you blankets and tea. Then Bilbo came, that Gandalf was there, to warn you about another dragon. You talked for a while, and eventually, you told him what happened to Thorin, and you needed a medication, but he flew away, and since then, he didn't came back.

Bard and Thranduil weren't really fond of Thorin, but because it was you, who was Thorin's One (and Thorin was the rightful king of Erebor, though Thranduil, especially, didn't liked that idea much), they decided to help to you find a way to heal Thorin's sickness.

"I think Smaug got mad, and the sickness consumed him entirely. Thorin actually had clear mind, it's just...his body changed," you muttered. Even Radagast was there.

"Well, maybe...maybe it's not really a sickness," someone piped up. You looked around.

Who said that? You thought.

"Maybe-maybe it's just a spell!" Radagast said and looked excitely around.

"You have a bond between you two," Radagast told you, and you nodded.

"Are you suggesting, that the spell could be broken by...something?" Bilbo looked around for someone to help him finish up his question.

"Well, Thorin is not answering me, but he is alive, somewhere. I think he maybe...he thinks the dwarves wouldn't accept their king, even if he is in the body of a dragon," you said.

"Orcs! Orcs are everywhere!" Elvish soldier runned inside the tent.

"How many?" Thranduil's gaze hardened.

"A lot of them, I've never seen more in my whole life," The soldier answered.

"Azog," you whispered. You realized what that could mean - Azog came here for Thorin.

"We all need to fight together, there is no point nor time for arguing," Gandalf said, and you got up.

"No, you will stay here, lassie. If he finds out Thorin is not there, you will be right next," Bard said. You frowned.

"I won't run from a fight." You gazed at him, but he was out already, along with most of others, to prepare for the battle.

I won't risk anyone I love to be killed, you thought, and went to find some armour.

Thorin felt all those emotions going on - worry, fear, anger, loyalty, and more worry. Something in him was pushing him, to come back, to go back to you. He felt the danger, and that convinced him, without any other thoughts, he needs to protect you, and his kin.

Durin's folk does not flee from fight.

When he heard the sounds of a battle, he tried to find you. He couldn't hear your thoughts anymore - nor fell the feelings you felt. Only soft waves of emotions.

Is this the end of you, or him, when he could not hear your thoughts anymore?

He hoped not.

It didn't took long, when something inside him made him to look into one place. He noticed Azog, and someone he realized was you, though he had no idea how did he knew that.

He flew lower, and lower, until the only thing he heard was the blood in his ears, the royar he let out, and the royar of his biggest enemy.

Thorin fell to the ground on all fours. It felt as if the battle stopped. As if the time stopped, whe whole world paused. He looked up at you, kneeling down and covering your head.

You looked up, as you heard the royar. Thorin! You thought. You felt relief he was okay, and alive.

"Don't shoot!" You heard Thranduil to yell out to his soldiers when they spot Thorin, and you felt thankful to the Elven King.

Azog thought you were Thorin, until the helmet fell down, and disgusting smirk made it's way over his face. You losed strength, you were tired, and wounded - he managed to make you some cuts, over your shoulders and cheek, and you guessed one your arm was not fully okay. He prepared to kill you, but the royar was coming closer, along with the huge shadow. You covered your head and ears and fell on your knees, to protect your body.

The royar Azog let out shook you, but when you heard the silence after, you felt relieved.

The huff close to you made you feel lot safer. You looked up, and you knew your face light up.

"Thorin," you whispered and cried out. You stood up and hugged him.

"Don't go away like this, ever," you whispered, as tears rolled down your cheeks. Then, you felt some movement, but the warmth was still the same, and you thought Thorin was just moving around.

"I won't ever leave your side again, I promise, my One," His smooth voice made way to your ear, and then, you felt his lips pressed against yours. You ran your hands across his back, and felt the tunic he had on, just as he changed into the dragon form.

He rested one of his palms on your cheek, and when you parted, he rested his forehead against yours, while gazing deeply into your eyes by his deep blue orbs.

"Thank you for coming back," you whispered.

"I would never let anyone hurt you," he muttered, and pulled you back for another kiss, as the soft snowflakes danced in your hair, with the breeze.

[painsandconfusion]

Pretty Little Noises

Whumping the Whumpers: Part Ten

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Two days ago......Takes place chronologically after this scene. I promise this is the last episodic Anna scene (for now...)

(tw: beating, restrained, stress position (kinda), caning, creepy/intimate whumper, blindfolded, just assume theres gonna be face-grabbing in everything I write)

Anna choked on a gasp as Nate brought the cane down again - this time against her hip. Such a cute little sound.

She looked absolutely perfect. Wrists bound and pulled straight up towards the grid on the ceiling until she could barely stand on her tiptoes. She had started off standing, but soon gave in, hanging on her wrists, twitching as she tried to guess where the next blow would land.

Nate loved seeing that gorgeous fear welling up in her eyes - the girl practically dripped panic - but he thought the blindfold would be much more fun. He reached out slowly with the cane, pressing the tip to her collarbone. Anna convulsed backwards at the touch, gasping again. Nate chuckled.

"So jumpy. It's beautiful, darling. Really." He pulled the cane back and let it snap across her arm. Anna jerked back, letting out a sob. Nate grinned. She really was perfect. He didn't even have to see her eyes to make this good.

He strolled casually around her dangling form, appreciating how she twitched and flinched at every footstep. He pulled back and smashed the cane against the side of her thigh. Anna let out a strangled cry, yanking her legs up.

Nate laughed as she swung back and forth, knees tucked almost all the way to her chest. "Anna, darling, that's not very efficient." He chuckled as he tapped her knees. She immediately straightened them in an attempt to escape his touch. She danced them up and down before finally letting her toes rest on the floor again.

"Much better. Though that was cute, I'm not gonna lie."

Anna didn't respond. Her shaky breaths rushed in and out of her lungs. She twisted her fists, trying to get a better grip on the rope that suspended her. Her wrists were already red from her struggling and jerking against it. Nate was glad he didn't use a softer rope.

Nate stepped up to her. She was biting her lip. "Oh, now that won't do..." He tipped her chin up with his hand, following her effortlessly when she flinched away. She really was so cute. After a moment, she stopped her thrashing, and Nate gently pressed down on her chin with his thumb, pulling her lip back out from between her teeth. "Don't want you to bite that off, do we? No no. You're lips to too cute." He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. "Have you seen how much they quiver when you cry? I'm not missing out on that, thank you very much."

He gave her a small smile. She chewed her cheek instead.

Nate sighed. "Anna..."

She released her cheek. "S-ssorry."

He smirked. "Much better. I don't want you hurting yourself." He tapped her cheek twice before backing up and circling her again. He twirled the cane idly between his fingers, choosing the next spot. He was a smidge disappointed when she had picked the cane, but this was more fun than he thought it would be. He had been so excited to see her bleed, but the bruises already forming on her skin were so enticing themselves, he almost didn't care that she wasn't bleeding. Tears had already soaked the thin blindfold and were dripping down her jaw.

Nate gripped the cane with both hands, landing four quick, hard blows across her abdomen. Anna cried out and sobbed.

"Hmm..." Nate considered. Not quite a scream.

She had been crying, gasping, and flinching, but no screaming. Nate would fix that.

He circled her slowly, relishing how she pushed her toes against the ground to put an extra inch of space between them. It was adorable.

She jolted and gasped again as he touched the tip of the cane to her hip. He continued circling, letting it drag across her flesh. He almost regretted letting her keep the shirt on. He wanted to be able to see all those lovely flashes of blue, black, and red. Later, maybe.

He snapped the cane down again across her back. She yelped, spinning forward.

Nate chuckled. "Come on, darling. Let me hear you..." He hit her again and again. Her arms and chest. Her thighs. Her shins. Every inch he could reach. She gasped and choked and cried, but she never once screamed. She sagged against the ropes, sobbing as soon as the barrage stopped.

She was closer to breaking than he planned on getting her the first day. She was in pretty bad shape when he found her. Dehydrated, starving, who knows how long she had been shackled to that wall. He didn't want to kill the poor kid on the first night.

"Hm." He held the cane normally. Nate put a hand in his pocket and leaned against the handle of the cane, looking her up and down.

He sighed. He wanted to push her harder. Make her scream no matter what it took. But...Nate was a patient man.

Well, as long as Ethan wasn't in the room. Ethan....Ethan brought out a part of him Nate never knew he had. But for Anna, he could wait. The waiting would make her screams even more delicious.

Nate stepped up to her, slowly, careful not to make a sound. He stopped just inches from her. Close enough to feel her shaky breath on his skin with each sob. He bit back a grin and quietly extended his arm to press the cane flat against her back.

Anna gaped, flinching forward. When she touched him, she yelped and pushed back again. Nate laughed, holding the other end of the cane with his free hand and reeling her back in until she was pressed against him. "Cute, darling. Very cute."

Anna didn't say anything. She tucked her face into her arm. More tears dripped from her jaw.

"Would you like to be done for today?"

Anna's mouth dropped open. She tipped her face towards him.

Nate chuckled. "I did tell you I'd go easy on you for your first day. So, would you like to be done?"

Anna nodded frantically, squirming against him.

"Then let me hear you. Beg me to stop."

Anna's lip was quivering again. It really would be such a shame if something happened to it.

"P-pleasae Ma-um...Nate. Please can I be - d-done?" Her voice was soft, but oh so adorable. He would normally tell her to speak up, but she was just so...cute.

Nate grinned, sliding the cane back. "Good job, darling. Yes, we can be done for today."

He let the cane clatter to the floor, then reached up to untie her blindfold. He kept her face tipped up with a hand on her jaw so he could see her squint and blink against the light before her eyes locked onto his.

They were rimmed with red. She had already cried so much that day, Nate was a little surprised she was still going. She was going to be dehydrated again.

He cradled her face between both hands, rubbing her cheeks softly. Anna flinched so lightly under his touch.

"You did so good today, Anna. I love all the pretty little noises you make." He glanced over her arms. Bruises were blooming so nicely already. "I think we are going to have a lot of fun together. Don't you?"

Anna bit her lip again, tears still falling.

Nate smiled down at her. "Go on. Nod your head."

Anna trembled, but obeyed, slowly tipping her head up and down.

"Aww, good. I'm glad you agree."

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(tags: @prisonerwhump @whumpawink @mabledonut @heathenwhump @paleassprince @jadeocean46910 @wormwriting @distinctlywhumpthing @happy-whumper @jo-doe-seeking-inspo )

[bonny-kookoo]

Sweet Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼☁️

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut, angst because I like to cry myself to sleep

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink is still strong, mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, long haired jungkook because yes that needs to be a warning, strength kink, they fuck in the kitchen smh

Jungkook and you are in a healthy relationship, managing all those things couples have to manage; building an IKEA bed, having your first fight, or arguing who should do the laundry this time. Apart from that, your life inside your bedroom has been pretty active as well, leaving Jungkook more satisfied than ever. He's not a horny teenager anymore after all, trying not to bust a nut just because he got a glimpse of your nipples through your rather thin shirt- yet you always manage to be so unbelievably sinful, he can't help but snatch a taste every now and then. After all, you're his- he's simply reminding you.

This is part of the 'Good Girl'-Universe!

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl

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Jeon Jungkook and you loved to tease each other. From the way he would rub his sweat-soaked hair all over the crook of your neck playfully after his workout just to rile you up, just to exclaim happily that you love him too much to actually be serious when you yell that he's disgusting. And he's right- even if he's exhausting to be around sometimes with his seemingly endless energy (seriously, you're convinced at this point that he's the human embodiment of the energizer bunny), or how he could sometimes forget that you're not as tough as his other male friends that he was regularly around. You catch yourself laughing inside yourself every time you turn into a crybaby and tear up when a comment gets under your skin, because his entire body changes posture- every time he notices you getting hurt because he's too rough while playfighting, or when he again tells you you could just get your chubby butt up and work out with him, completely ignoring the fact that he knows its a very sensitive topic for you; he literally turns into a complete child who just got asked to explain rocket science. Jungkook isn't used to handle something as fragile as a girl- plus, you play along and usually brush off most things so easily, that he simply sometimes forgets that you actually have weak points.

One of these moments occured early on in your relationship; it was a silly mistake on his side really. When Taehyung asked him straight up if he was dating you, you didn't expect a huge love proposal; Jungkook wasn't like that. But a simple yes would've been okay as well- yet Jungkook being the cocky bastard he was, simply made a comment along the lines of 'nah, I'm just screwing her.' It was meant as a joke really, and it took him a good thirty seconds to notice your demeanor changing. Deep inside you, you knew he didn't mean it like that, yet it still hit you hard, especially considering his past hobby of trying to be the biggest manwhore around. When he'd went after you just when you had told him you'd be using the bathroom and not returning after a good ten minutes, he'd bursted into the womans bathrooms just in time to see you trying to wipe away your tears. His face had been priceless really now that you thought about it; before that moment you always had a hard time imagining that 'kicked puppy look' people always talked about- he didn't look like you just kicked him, but full on sucker punched his prized playstation out of orbit just for a laugh. He was totally unprepared and clearly had no idea what to do in that moment, never having needed to deal with tears in that way- and your face had hit him especially hard, considering how it was his fault at that. Considering how lost he really was he dealt with it quite sweetly, yet in a typical Jungkook fashion- uncaring of other woman and girls trying to get into the bathroom, he'd grabbed a considerable amount of tissue paper from the dispenser next to the sink you were standing in front of, promptly sitting you on top of it to properly have you at eye-level with him to wipe away your tears and smeared make up, telling you how you looked better without it anyways, and how sorry he was for being an utter asshole and idiot at the same time. You honestly started laughing at that. Not necessarily his comment even though it was true, but his extremely concentrated face, as if he was restoring an ancient artwork or something the likes of that. He audibly sighed at that, glad to know you didn't hate him. Because that was his innermost fear; you probably seeing the dickbag he thought he was underneath and leaving him for good. Not that he'd tell you that. You knew of that fear though.

Needless to say, it wasn't the only thing that happened between you both. Yet you've always overcome these things with ease, both of you growing surprisingly mature about arguments as time went on. Jungkook changed you as well- you were a wallflower before, and if you were honest, you kind of still were. But you were carrying yourself with a newfound confidence because of his daily praises- turning heads every now and then simply because you actually liked yourself these days. And Jungkook noticed as well- always commenting on how he didn't know if he liked the change or not, considering how much attention you now got everywhere you both went. You simply countered that with a simple comment along the lines of 'Now you know how I feel', because he was glowing up every month it seemed. Yet he stayed true to his words back then to you; he really did only have eyes for you anymore.

What really did piss him off was just how innocent you could be sometimes. It had him fuming how oblivious you could seem to others shamelessly flirting with you, yet he knew that he loved that about you just as much. The fact that you would willingly (and happily of course) let him corrupt you over and over again fuled his pride to no ends, making him feel like he was your knight in shining armor, even if it sounded sappy. Right now however he could really use some more patience, because he was sure his own amount was slowly running out. When he came back home, he didn't really have any plans, except for the one you had already agreed on. You both wanted to cook something tonight, nothing fancy, simply craving some kind of 'bonding time' as you called it, even though he had immediately told you this could be done in a different way, to which you blushed. He loved making you embarrassed, almost craving the way your flustered cheeks would turn into a beautiful red shade.

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He knew those plans would change however as soon as he spotted you on the couch in his living room. That itself wasn't something new since you lived here, but the attire you chose was rather.. unfair. He was supposed to keep it in his pants tonight, yet he could already feel himself rising against the fabric of his sweatpants at the view of you in a black shirt of his, oversized on your way smaller body. Yet that exactly did it- because that was all you wore, apart from your flimsy pair of pastel blue lace rimmed panties. You raised your head from out of your book and he was a goner as soon as he saw those eyes.

"Babydoll you're being really unfair right now." He groaned as he sat down on the couch, making you bounce a bit next to him. You looked at him confused, his patience snapping. Maybe it was his frustration that had filled up his mind during the day, or simply his habit of taking what he wanted when he wanted it, but soon enough you found yourself on his lap, your legs on either side of his. His hands were fast to reach under your, or more so his shirt, growling when he felt your bare breasts underneath his fingers. You really were asking for it.

Stop. Mission abort. Cancel all open tasks. Shutdown, emergency-

With a sigh the young boy detached himself from you, running a hand through his hair rather agressively. Even though he would usually not feel too bad about his actions, especially with you, considering he felt rather safe and comfortable around you, he had to remember the small argument you both had the night prior. It really hadn't even been an argument if he was being honest, and it was basically all on him that night, yet he felt like he needed to second-guess his actions now. It had been a simple question really, admittedly a fair one at that, however, it also was one he rather feared answering. Yes, Jeon Jungkook was actually scared of a mere question.

'Why won't you kiss me?'

Well, yeah. Why wouldn't he? To answer that would mean to expose himself, to open himself up, to be vulnerable- and even though he knew deep down that you would never use anything against him in an almost predatory meanor others in the past had, he couldn't shake the feeling off. The fear, of what he couldn't tell. He simply waved you off, telling you that you both didn't need those sappy gestures, and you had simply nodded, accepting that, even though he knew that you felt hurt by his answer. Hell, he felt hurt by his own answer. And what had hurt him even more was your reaction to it; somehow he wanted you to be offended, to openly dig at his wounds, to scratch at his scars and make him spill his blood into your hands. He didn't want you to feel like he only loved you physically, like he only wanted to own your body, because he craved so much more than your touchable form. He wanted to build his home into your very soul, wanted to surround himself with your voice and live in your very heartbeat- yet it didn't matter how romantic and oh-so poetic his own thoughts could be. It didn't matter at all if he couldn't say it.

He looked at you, internally cringing at the way you looked at him, utterly confused. You'd gotten so used to him using you that it made his own saliva taste bitter, making him crinkle his brows a little. "I-" He started, yet took a deep breath, his eyes aimlessly dancing over the plush carpet, analyzing the various shades of light brown it presented to him. Right now he hated it. Hated how it made his apartment, your apartment feel like home. He hated how it did fit into the living room even though he'd complained about you buying it, arguing that you started to take over his life back then when you both didn't even date each other. He hated how he fell in love with it after he'd seen you lay on it with your phone in hand, the small white fan in the corner of the room softly blowing your hair and clothes during the summer. He hated how he remembered spilling his soda on it one day, freaking out because he knew even if he would cover it up you'd notice, you always noticed. Just like now. Because the hand you'd placed on his shoulder as a form of comfort had never felt so heavy on him, like a brick trying to force his entire back down. "M' sorry.." He simply grunted out, putting his head in his hands.

"What're you sorry for?" You had laughed a bit uneasy, and he hated the sound of it. He always pictured himself as the man who was oh-so protective of you, yet right now he'd never felt so small. "Is it about yesterday? You don't have to change Jungkookie, I don't mind-" Yet he had to shut you up, turning a bit to look at you with a face melted into a vision of being thrown side by side by your own thoughts. This was exactly the issue. You didn't mind- and he knew that you didn't even lie about that- it made everything so much worse.

The nickname, the way you said it, the way you meant it- it all just punched his guts even harder. Instead of answering he simply took your face in his hands, placing his lips onto yours with so much emotion you could feel them trembling. His kisses turned into more than simple pecks, they turned into desperate cries of confusion, of insecurity, of so many things you would've never associated Jungkook with. Slowly your bodies fell into place again, with him laying you down on your back, a pillow falling down and knocking a fork down from the small table, yet none of you cared about it in that moment. As soon as you reached for his belt he'd grabbed your hand, holding them with such care. "No no- I-" He said, switching between kissing and talking. "I want to- no, I need to make love to you, yeah?" You squeaked at his sudden movement when he'd picked you up, trying to carry you to the shared bedroom, yet aborting that mission as well by simply sitting you ontop of the kitchen counter, the marbled stone cold underneath your butt. You gasped into the open air, the way he'd just lifted you with such ease making you feel so small- in every good way possible. Yet even though this wasn't the first time making out in the kitchen, this was new- to both of you. He had no clue what to actually do, exploring new territory as well as you did in that moment, never having gone slow before. Yet he slowly eased into it, his arms leading his hands over your exposed skin, fingers softly squeezing the flesh of your thighs. His kisses started to wander, caressing your neck, yet even though his dominant side was starting to show the more comfortable he got with what he was doing, you noticed a slight difference in his demeanor. His arms weren't limiting your movement, weren't moving you around to his hearts content- even though you would never complain about that- they were around you, his hands on your back, bunching up the fabric of his shirt in his hands, then letting go just to repeat like a kneading cat. "You're so sweet, so so sweet, did I ever tell you that?" He whispered almost like a secret, and you felt like he was bewitching you in a weird way. "Wanna keep you all to myself, wanna hide you like a secret." He said lowly, almost growled, and you felt yourself slowly fall for his word with every sound he made. "But I also wanna show you everyone, wanna show everyone how lucky I am, how I got the prettiest and sweetest of them all." He said, hands wandering up his shirt you were wearing, running over your soft breasts, squeezing them softly and relishing in the way they felt under his fingertips. He always loved your skin, even though you'd complained before how you disliked the slight chub on your lower belly, or how your thighs were thicker than most girls your height. Yet he couldn't find anything wrong with it, loving the way it gave you such a soft vibe and feel. This was you, every little flaw that you were seeing he saw as another thing to love about you, as sappy as it sounded. "You're my good girl, my best girl.." He said before he started to move your already ruined panties to the side, his fingers exploring your heat. "My only girl." He said, making you mewl into his neck, hands now grabbing his shirt for a change. He made you shuffle a bit closer towards him, standing between your legs while his tattooed hand pushed two fingers inside you, reaching to make you feel good, yet never going the usual pace.

"Jungkoo-ah- Jungkookie please-!" You sighed, and he simply chuckled, kissing your neck, down to your collarbone where he playfully nipped at the skin, loving the sounds you were making. "No no no, I wanna go slow yeah? Wanna make love babydoll, we got time.." He said, and you shot him a pout, making him laugh. "Come on I'm trying to be romantic here!" He said, and you reached for his jeans again- making him move your hands away again. "Nuh-uh. Good girls are patient. You can wait right, pretty girl?" He said playfully, making you pout again. He couldn't help but comply with you. How could he not? He loved you. He really did. Fuck, he really, really did. Undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to his knees along with his underwear, he reached for your butt, making you shimmy even closer to him so he could swiftly enter you, making both of you gasp out both in anticipation and relief from your side for getting your way.

The simple view he had of your form speared on his cock was the sole reason he loved every position that made him look at you. The picture in front of him just was too presious yet sinful to be wasted. He wished he could take a picture of it actually, yet he decided against it, having heard his phone fall out of the back pocket of his jeans before, and he was kind of too terrified to see his screen cracked yet. He also couldn't really think about it, the way your walls engulfed him occupying his mind almost completely. His arms encaved you, holding you against him as close as possible, creating a safe haven for you and your mindset. You always slipped into some sort of headspace whenever his praise and affection got to a certain point- something that had terrified you at first, making you feel a bit embarrased as well- yet Jungkook had assured you that it was completely okay and normal, having googled it someday back when he'd been bored on his phone. It was actually quite endearing that your mind trusted him enough to slip into such a vulnerable state, his pride feeding off if it to no end.

He wanted to go slow, yet by the end of it his pace had quickened to his typical ruthless tempo, making you gasp out bursts of breath against his neck, hands clawing at his shoulder blades though the material of his shirt, grabbing onto him for dear life, while on your fast lane to release. When he came himself his breathing got erratic from oversensitivity, yet he ignored it to bring you over the edge as well, even making you ride it out to its fullest afterwards. When you slowly deflated against him, hands simply reaching out for his body, he softly cooed at you, completely enchanted by you in your post-orgasmic bliss. Suddenly he laughed, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "God, why am I like this?" He said, soft smile turning bitter. "Can't even be soft for one fucking time." Yet your hand softly ran through his now slightly damp locks, head turning to look at him with so much endearment he could cry- well, he actually felt his eyes start to sting, but he swallowed them down.

"You don't have to, Jungkookie." You softly said, and he wanted to argue. "Don't change. You're perfect just the way you are. I love you either way. Doesn't matter if you buy me roses or screw me in the kitchen. I take any love you give me." He suddenly laughed, and his eyes turned into sparkling half moons, his bunny smile almost blinding you.

"God I love you."

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"Jungkookie?"

"hm?"

"I'm hungry."

"There's leftovers in the oven."

"You're not gonna treat me some chicken nuggets?"

"Tomorrow maybe. Its too late now baby."

"Come on, be a sweet baby-boy and do it-"

"Careful sweetheart."

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IT.IS.FINALLY.OUT.Thank you all so so much for waiting so patiently, I really didn't expect all of you to even stay, let alone shower me with all of your support- I really didn't deserve that! I hope I didn't dissapoint too much with it, since I didn't check for spelling errors :( I love you all, and I hope you're all staying safe and healthy during these times! Remember that spreading love begins with self-love, and self-love begins with small steps 💜

[musings-of-a-broken-heart]

There is a love that is held in hands that can never be spoken. A touch or a glance speaks more things that words perhaps ever could. There is so much feeling that I hold that I can never speak out loud and I held your hand once in April and I knew I’d stand by you. Some souls are connected and this I believe; once I wrote three lines of a poem and I met a girl who wrote those same words three days before, call it fate, call it chance, call it luck, I think sometimes we meet people at exactly the right times to form connections deeper than ordinary; some people understand each other sometimes without even words; some lives are strangely parallel. On a cold morning one June with a pink sunrise that gave way to the bluest of skies you said to me, 'I'm glad I met you. Even if we don't speak for the rest of our lives after tomorrow, I'll never forget you.' I didn't say it then, didn't know how to and didn't know why I felt the way I did, but I felt so profoundly that ours was a fated meeting; that life will push us in all directions but that your 'what if' would never come to be or last even if it did- you were meant to be in my life in some way or form and that was how it would be.

In the early hours of the morning some days ago I sat on a couch at a close friend's house and I watched days and months and years go by and I realized nothing matters as much as it does in a minute. I watched a friend agonize over half a mandarin and I didn’t understand why or what was going on in her world but I knew it mattered to her for some reason and I thought well why not help her figure it out and look after the thing? I saw the world with the innocence of a child and I remembered something a friend once said to me many years ago when I was young and suicidal. In a list of reasons she sent me a picture of a sunset and she said ‘because the world we live in looks like this.’ And isn’t that true? Why must anything matter? The world is beautiful. People have lives and thoughts and ideas and things that matter to them that are deep and intrinsic that we can never really know or see or understand but isn’t it enough to know it matters to them? Isn’t it enough to be kind? I sat in that room with the stars so close I could hold them and rainbows dancing in my hands and in her hair and I cried and I cried and I cried because the world is so so beautiful and I was choking on feelings I could never say in words; you would never see the world with my eyes and I would never know the world you see-humans are inherently isolated by the limitations of our perception that can be similar but never the same as another's.

I look into your eyes sometimes and I choke up on all these feelings; I hide my face in your shirt and I cry; I sit in the passenger's seat of my mother's car and stare out of the window as I weep behind my mask because in a house of poets and storytellers words have no meaning and yet my heart is so full of them, sometimes I feel as though I'm drowning: I'm sorry/I don't know how to be a daughter that you could want/I love you for all you've done for me/I hate you for all this grief and rage I've inherited/how can you not remember? There is so much I could never say. There is so much lost in translation somewhere in the process of me trying to speak them in words and your understanding of the words I speak; There’s a whole world I see that you can never really know and there’s a whole world of yours that I wont. All I can do is hold your hand. All I can do is hold you. All I can do is hope that you feel these things too- that somehow, without having to be spoken you understand.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Sam Winchester: Disney

*Credit to gif owner*

Pairing: Sam W. x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: fluffy!Sam, The reader having an addiction to Disney movies, movie night, Sam quoting Disney movies, ( I think it's like one word) swearing, quick interaction with Dean.

Summary: Movie night rolls around and this time it's just Sam and Y/n. Letting Y/n choose pretty much just turns into them watching Disney movies. And maybe Sam knows a few quotes from each movie.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is for band--pyschos 1.5 followers Bingo Challenge. I'm so excited o be a part of this writing challenge.

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Taglist: @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen

If you keep sliding on the floor with those damn socks on, you're going to land on your ass, Y/n" I finally said after watching her pass by the library at least ten times within five minutes.

Y/n huffed and crossed her arms dramatically, but stopped. Standing there for a few moments, before once she thought that I wasn't paying attention she continued.

"Shit" I heard Y/n in a rather loud voice. So, I got up from my library seat, closing the lore book I was reading through. "Did you fall?" I asked as I rounded the corner.

Seeing Y/n sitting on her ass. She looked up at me, doing the thing I taught her. "No, No puppy eyes. I told you. I told you that you were going to fall on your ass." I said putting my hand out.

In moments like this, I noticed how much bigger my hand was compared to Y/n. She gripped my hand and I lifted her up from the floor. "Hey, you two, y'all okay?" Dean asked passing by the two of us in the hallway.

I knew he was going out; it was Saturday night and we were home at the bunker. "Yeah, we're fine. I was just sliding on the floor with my socks." Y/n said patting down her sweatshirt that used to be mine.

"That must have been the 'oh shit' I heard. We should totally do that, I'm heading out." Dean said. "Don't have too much fun," I said interlocking Y/n and I's fingers together.

Dean skipped up the bunker stairs and was gone within minutes.

"Babe, can we do something fun?" Y/n asked dragging me into the kitchen. I let her drag me into the kitchen before answering her question.

"I guess so since you've dragged me into the kitchen," I said, not letting go of Y/ns soft and small hands clasped around mine. "Well since we are in the kitchen, can we get some snacks together?" She asked.

Y/n had the tendency to always ask before doing anything around the bunker. It sometimes made me feel as if she was my student in school, and I was her jailer of a teacher.

"Y/n, honey you don't have to ask me every time you want to do something. This is your home, your home to do as you please, get snacks as you please. You aren't a student here and I am most defiantly not your teacher." I said, wrapping Y/n in a hug from behind.

"I know, but still I don't like the idea of just doing without asking," Y/n said leaning her head back up against my shoulder. We stood like this for a while, in the presence of each other was nice, it was always nice to just be together.

Nothing trying to get in the way, no Dean trying to tease me, no monster ruining dates, anniversary, or having to hunt monster worried about each other safety.

This was the most normal we could get. The most normal we would ever have. "So what are the snacks for?" I asked Y/n as she started to release herself from the embrace we had.

"I thought that maybe we could have a movie night since Dean is out," Y/n said rummaging through the cabinets and through the fridge. Her shorter stature giving her a problem as she tried to reach things on the higher shelves.

"Do you want some help? Also, what are you looking for?" I asked coming closer to hear what she had to say. "MMMH," She said, her face pensive and thoughtful about what she was going to say.

"I was trying to grab some popcorn for me, and some more healthy choices for you, but as you can see, I've failed miserably." Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

Taking a moment to get an idea of the hand situation at hand. “You haven’t failed, and if I’m honest with you dear, I'm in the mood to snack on junk food and be lazy.” I spoke. Grabbing junk like food off of the shelves and from the fridge.

I’m rather glad that just a few days ago we needed to go shopping because Dean tends to pick up the junky food and tends to forget he has such an abundance at the bunker. Throwing a pint of ice cream on to the kitchen island, gently placing a twelve-ounce bottle of soda-pop, Y/n had already put out the over flow of candy that we had, so all that was left was really just making the popcorn.

“Movie night is going to be hella fun!” Y/n said dancing around the kitchen, as I looked for a clean useable big bowl for the popcorn. I think she noticed my struggle because she stopped dancing and come over to me. Taking the popcorn out of my hands.

“Just nuke the popcorn’ she said placing the popcorn bag into the microwave and pressing popcorn, ‘see now you can go look for your bowl” She said finishing her sentence and backing away to let me continue trying to look for a bowl.

Once that entire process was done, we migrated towards the Dean cave which had just turned into a living room slash movie room at this point. Not that either one of us would ever tell Dean that what it’s used for now.

We ended up having to make multiple trips back to the kitchen since we honestly did have a shit ton of food. But once we finally had all our food and snacks placed out in front of us, we sat down, well it was more like we sank down into the couch.

Dean was a rather lazy person and didn’t like to spend money which never made much sense to me seeing as we used fake credit cards, or the very bold answer which was credit fraud. We could have totally gone out and bought a brand-new couch, but instead Dean just saw this one and decided on the side of the road that he had to have it.

So, like I said we almost every time sink into the couch.

“Since it was your idea for a movie night, I’m giving you the honors of picking the first movie we watch!” I said handing her the remote that I had just fished form between the seat moments ago.

“Aww, you’re so sweet baby.” Y/n said kissing my cheek before she went on and searched through Netflix. After only a short time, I heard a frustrated groan come from Y/n. After being with Y/n for as long as I have, I’ve noticed different groans, and huffs have completely different meanings.

The groan thought meant that she was about to give up, frustration taking over her mind and her body. “Honey, is everything okay?” I asked deciding best to intervene before the remote ended up stuck in the TV screen. My girl has one hell of a throw.

“No nothing is fine!” She said huffing rather louder. “Give me the remote and tell me what you want to find.” I suggested. Plopping the remote into my lap Y/n crossed her arms and leaned in to the back of the couch.

“Baby you gotta tell me what I’m looking for, or should I already know?” I asked. I feel like I was poking a bear, or maybe a balloon just waiting her to explode. But she never did, I could hear her taking a deep breath in and then exhaling. “You know me enough to know that you let me choose, so Disney movies and I’m sorry for getting so upset so quickly.” Y/n said fidgeting with her finger nails.

“It’s okay love. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Now let’s see about watching some Disney movies.” I spoke.

I ended up having to go to Disney plus which held all of Disney's movies. “I’m figuring you want to watch their princess collection first, right?” I said, I received a hum in response.

Watching the movies in order for Y/n was the most important thing, so we started off with Snow white and the seven dwarfs. Watching through Y/n sang almost every song, and would sometimes nudge me to join in. I’d deny and she give me her doe eyes and I'd join regardless. Once the movie was over, I clicked around trying to find the next movie.

“Lips red as the rose, Hair black as ebony, skin white as snow.” I repeated as I looked around for the movie CInderella. I was interrupted before being able to click on the movie title. “Hey, that’s the phrase that the mirror says the queen. How do you remember that?” Y/n asked.

I honestly think she was totally surprised. “Because in a way it reminds me of you.” I said winking and clicked on the title of the movie. Cinderella played through, I had to pause a few times letting Y/n tell me when she was a young girl how much she wanted to be a princess but not just any princess she wanted to be Cinderella, and how her parents had bought her Cinderella dresses and she wear the plastic glass slippers and clink around her house.

Somethings you just always forget. Somethings like that are worth forgetting though, just so she can retell the same story and have the same cute and exciting look on her face. That was why I was okay with sitting down and watching Disney movies with her, because they made her so extremely happy and that’s all I needed to be happy.

We watched through that movies. “On the stoke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.” I spoke. “Who said it though?” Y/n said questioning me. “Cinderellas fairy godmother!” I spoke.

I hadn’t realized how much this was now turning in to a game between Y/n and I. The next movie in our now marathon was sleepy beauty, so far, I had quoted every movie at the end.

So, this time Y/n was ready for it, “Now father, you’re living in the past, this is the 14th century.” I said a little laughed came out. “Oh, come on, there are so many better ones to choose from!” Y/n said dramatic.

“Yeah, like which ones? "I said, knowing Y/n knew a lot more about Disney movies then I did. “I’m awfully sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, Make it pink, Oh dear, what an awkward situation. And that to name a few.” Y/n said totally sassy me, but whatever. This was her guilty pleasure. There was no reason to tease her about it.

We watched through ariel, I only stopped the movie once since Y/n said she need a peep break and I most defiantly needed a good stretch. When she came back, I said “Don’t underestimate the importance of body language!” I said as I shimmied my hands down my sides and winked at her as Y/n sat down on to the couch.

“Haha, very funny. Come on now. Sit with me.” She said giving me grabby hands. I sat down and we continued our watch through, unfortunately we only made it another two movies seeing as Y/n had fallen asleep with her head in my lap and a blanket covering the rest of her body.

Beauty and the Beast was the second to last movie we watched before Y/n fell asleep, she had cuddled closer and reminded me that she sometimes thought of this movie when she saw us together. “Take it with you so you’ll always have a way to look back... and remember me”

She cuddled in closer as I quoted that and looked for the next movie. Yawning I asked Y/n “Do you want to stop? We can always pick up tomorrow.” I said She shook her head and said “Please continue.”

Looking for the next movie, I found that was a musical now about the movie, Aladdin was the next movie, this was an upbeat movie. I remember vaguely seeing this as a young boy, something that Dean had taken me to do, while he sat in the back making out with whatever girl he was with at that point.

“Y/n, I do love you, but I gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.” I said kissing Y/n temple and shutting off the tv, and the lights before grabbing the underneath of Y/n knees and carrying her to bed.

Compelted on: 04/15/2021

[jungkooks-left-tiddie]

I think I’m in love | knj.

Summary: Your new internship sucked ass. It was fun, but exhausting at the same time. It also didn’t help that uni was also stressing you out. Amidst all this pressure and stress, perhaps a midnight walk on the Han River with your crush Kim Namjoon is what you needed all along. A/N: so I saw this namjoon picture circulating around stan twitter and my 3am sleep deprived ass decided to write a Drabble. 1 hour and 2k words later, here we are.

Words: 2k (maybe more idk I didn’t count)

Warnings: grammar issues, 4am writing

Song rec: I think I’m in love (kat dahlia)

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“You’ve never been to the Han River at night?” Screams of outrage filled the silent room as you shook your head.

“I’ve never had the need to,” You frowned, feeling a little lost. “Plus it’s not like my parents would have let me.”

“Have you ever heard of something called sneaking out?” Jimin continued berating you and you couldn’t help but feel a little upset.

“Look, I know it may seem like Jimin-hyung is overreacting, but he’s not.” Jungkook clarified and made you feel even worse. “Han River is amazing at night.” The 3 boys nodded as if it were a common fact.

“You guys aren’t making this any better, y’know.” You frowned yet again.

They continued describing how mesmerising the river looked at night and you could do nothing but frown and continue doing your work.

Unbeknownst to you, Kim Namjoon kept sneaking glances at you from where he was seated. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle and that got on Yoongi’s nerves.

“Just ask them out, for fucks sake.” Yoongi massaged his eyes as Seokjin and Hoseok tried not to laugh.

“What do you mean?” Namjoon pretended to not know what Yoongi’s words meant and noted down a few more points for his assignment.

“Please tell me Namjoon did not just ask that,” Yoongi took a deep breath before proceeding, “Look, we all know that you have the most obvious crush on (Y/N) so just go and confess ok?”

It was true. Ever since you’d moved into the flat right opposite to his, Namjoon’s been talking about you non-stop.

But he continued to pretend like he didn’t hear Yoongi.

Seokjin and Hoseok, who were tired of their constant bickering and Namjoon’s denial, decided to take matters into their own hands.

“Yoongi’s right Joon,” Seokjin shared a mischievous glance with Hoseok before continuing, “If you don’t do anything, we will.” He declared, standing up and making his way to where you were sitting with Hoseok following in suit.

Namjoon started panicking even more when Yoongi decided to join Jin and Hobi as well, because he knew; oh he knew that they would not hold back. So he quickly ran after them and tried to convince them to back out.

“Guys, come on!” He begged, “I promise I will ask them out one day, but please please don’t do anything now,” It was too late now. Taehyung had spotted the lot of them walking up to your table.

“(Y/N), look!” You winced as Jungkook elbowed you harshly.

“What, dumbass--”  Kim Namjoon was standing in front of you.

For a moment, you felt your entire surroundings become a blur and you could only see Kim Namjoon in all his 6ft glory. And as soon as it came, it was gone because you had to remind yourself that people were watching.

“Jin-hyung! What’s up?” Jungkook hits the other man’s arm in greeting.

“Stop hitting me, punk,” They started doing their own thing again, forcing Hoseok to take over.

“We heard you guys talk something about rivers and we were bored so we decided to join lmao,” Hoseok dragged one of the chairs from a nearby table and slumped.

“Damn, I didn’t realise we were that loud,” Tae rubbed his neck sheepishly.

“It was necessary though! I mean it's not everyday we come to know that our best friend never visited the Han River at night,” All eyes were on you after Jimin’s statement.

“Wait (Y/N) really?” You nodded reluctantly. “I lived pretty far away plus I had strict parents so…” You hoped they would drop the topic here, and were extremely thankful when they did.

“Well, I'm sure you’ll have plenty more opportunities to visit. So don’t worry!” Seokjin cheered you up a little.

Your phone started ringing from nowhere and apparently your boss wanted you to collect some files to write a report on from the main office so you quickly informed your friends and bade them farewell.

Collecting the files wasn't the hard part. The hard part was walking home with no one except your thoughts to keep you company. You thought about what your friends said about the Han river and decided to make a trip if you were done with your work.

It sucked to admit it, but they were probably right. The Han River must be really mesmerising for them to talk about it so much and you found yourself suddenly envious of the rest of them.

Night strolls weren’t an option in your old neighbourhood; and though the new one wasn’t bad, you were busy with both uni and your internship. I mean being able to read your fanfics itself was a luxury and these hoes expected you to take a leisure stroll? Keep dreaming luv <3

You said all that to say, but you were still thinking about going there tonight. It seemed like immense fun and plus, it would be your first midnight stroll. You just hoped, with all your might, that you would be able to finish the work as soon as possible.

Lo and behold! 3 cups of coffee later, you were done!

To celebrate, you blasted some music on the speakers and danced along to the lyrics, bopping your head along to the beats.

Namjoon looked at your dancing form through his window. You seemed like you were having a lot of fun, he concluded, an amused  grin now apparent on his face. Judging by the way you seemed to have fun, Namjoon concluded that you must've been done with the work you mentioned you had.

Namjoon did not know the practicality of this, but he had a very random idea to take you on a riverside date. And you know what? He was going to do it. Fuck Yoongi, he’s going to prove it to the rest of them that he, indeed, could ask you out.

And so he took out a random book and wrote a message on it, Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me style.

He did not know where this sudden confidence came from, but he took a small pebble from his rock collection and chucked it across to make sure it hit your window (yes, he was careful not to break it) and waited for your response.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Your mini-dance session was interrupted by a clink! Against your window and you went to check for the source of the sound; only to be met with Kim Namjoon’s waving form.

You panicked internally, not knowing what to do in front of the man you obviously had a thing for. And you were even more confused when he held up a paper with something on it.

“Do you want to go on a riverside walk with me?” It read.

Apparently, you could not form words so that’s fun =D. Instead, you chose to stand there like 🧍🏽and just nod in response. Namjoon gave you a beautiful dimpled smile with a thumbs up before closing the curtains to his window and switching his lights off.

It was only now that you were hit with the epiphany that you were going on what was essentially a midnight date with the Kim Namjoon and boy, oh boy, you were most certainly NOT prepared for it.

Rushing to your closet, you threw on your most comfortable pair of outerwear (and of course made sure you looked presentable) before chewing like 5 breath mints and grabbing your scarf (and your apartment keys) to go and meet Namjoon.

“Hey,” He smiled.

“Hey,” You replied, still breathless.

“Ready to go?” Namjoon asked and you nodded in response. You noticed that he hid something in his bag but made no comment and instead fell into a steady pace beside him.

The walk to the river was not awkward at all, thanks to Namjoon’s ability to radiate comfort. Which was a blessing cause otherwise you would definitely have embarrassed yourself by now.

You didn't even realise that you’d reached your destination until you noticed the numerous cars and lights.

“Woah.” You had no words for the sight in front of you.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Namjoon chuckled and sighed, “I love coming here. It never gets old.” He stares off into the distance.

You get it now. The way the bridge lit up, the view, the vibe, everything. It was enthralling. And the fact that it was Namjoon who was with you made this 1000 times better.

You were so absorbed with admiring the view in front of you that your dumbass didn't notice Namjoon staring at you. There was just something so absolutely adorable and endearing in the way your eyes lit up and seemed to sparkle at the sight in front of the both of you.

“Namjoon, look!” You grab the sleeve of his hoodie, “Purple lights!” He quickly snaps a picture of not only the scenery in front of him, but also you. You who were so excited to see this view at midnight for the first time.

You spent a bit more time admiring the view, goofing off, and taking pictures before finally deciding that it was time for the both of you to head back. As upset as you were, you took comfort in knowing that you could visit this place more often hereon.

The conversation on the walk back home was one that you would never forget.

“No way… Here I was thinking that alpha and beta were just limited to greek alphabet and math,” The look of horror on Namjoon’s face when you explained omegaverse was something that you desperately wanted a picture of, and regretted not taking one.

“It’s a thing that definitely exists, and though I may not be a fan of it; I think a lot of people are into that kind of thing.”

“Interesting,” He comments, pausing. “Say, would the title ‘My Alpha mate’ qualify as omegaverse?” His sudden question caught you off guard.

“I think so… Why do you ask?”

“I think… I think Yoongi-hyung is into omegaverse.” Even though you did not mean to, you burst out in laughter. Yoongi being into reading stories centering around dom alpha mating rituals was something you never needed to know but were glad you did.

You continued explaining the various fanfiction tropes to the other male, especially your favourite ones.

“Oh, I once remember reading this amazing Zuko, Sokka and Suki fic somewhere and I genuinely think that it should be nominated for the Nobel prize,” Namjoon looked at you affectionately while you rambled about the plot of the story.

“And at the end--” You paused, looking behind you and caught Namjoon standing with a camera in his hands.

“Sorry, you just looked so beautiful, I had to take a picture.” You were sure you looked like the capillaries in your face burst.

There were a lot of things Namjoon was proud about, and making you blush that hard was definitely on his top 5.

“L-let’s go, dork.” You try your best to brush it off but KIM NAMJOON JUST COMPLIMENTED YOU STFU OK YOU WERE ALLOWED TO CRY.

Anyways, y’all reached your apartment complex sooner than the both of you wanted, and honestly? Neither of you wanted the other to go.

“So,” “Actually--” You both begin at the same time. Flustered, you gestured to Namjoon to go ahead with what he wanted to say and assured him that what you wanted to say wasn’t of any major importance.

“I actually bought something for you,” He took a small bag out of his backpack and handed it to you. “It’s a collection of poems and short stories that i wrote for-for you,” He flushed and avoided making eye-contact with you.

“Namjoon, I--”

“You don’t need to read it, but I just wanted to give them to you because… because I really like you.” It was your turn to blush (again).

“Of course I will read it, you idiot. I’m literally in love with you, what makes you think I won't?” Namjoon widened his eyes and proceeded to smile bashfully, pulling you into a tight hug.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” He admits, swaying you around in his arms. You nuzzle deeper into his warm embrace and whisper--

“Thank you for everything, Joonie.”

[whosaskingwrites]

A Thousand Times (Osamu x Reader)

A/n: I'm gonna be real this took so long because I just didn't know what to do? And then I started a various! Haikyu x reader. But I got this done finally so if you've been waiting for this one here it is. Also I just really like putting Osamu through the ringer huh? I'm so sorry bby. And Forget You beat out Unrequited for top one-shot recently!

WARNINGS: Angst. There's one mention of assault as well. Told from third person Osamu p.o.v

Date: Friday November 6th, 2020

Details: 5 pages 1,800 words

Theme: Star Tears- The victim cries tiny star-shaped tears. They are extremely painful and eventually cause the victim to go blind. They produce a dim glow and make a light 'Tinkling' sound when they hit the ground. The blindness can be cured if the person the victim loves makes a statement of love and means it.

Angst Masterlist

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

There were so many other ways this was supposed to go. He thought while he looked at her. She stood twirling around the white dress catching the light and sparkling. She was beautiful to him and of course someone else thought so or else they wouldn't be here right now.

But here they were. 'Maybe' he thought if he hadn't been a coward then it would have been him dancing with her in a suit while she wore a white gown. It would have been him telling her he loved her. It would have been him calling her Mrs. Miya as they danced. Maybe he should have told her the day of their first date. While he helped her pick an outfit she had been panicked.

"Calm down Y/n," She scoffed in response "Calm down? Samu you and I both know I've never been on a date before. And now I'm going on one with my childhood best friend!" He watched her his heart rate picking up as she held up different clothes in the mirror.

"It's not that big of a deal y'know? He's known you pretty much your whole life," He stated feeling uncomfortable helping her. Maybe making her more nervous would be a better idea so she'd cancel and they could spend the day together. "I guess you're right but still! It's different now!" She stated. "Okay just...Treat it normally and you'll be fine,"

She went into the closet coming out in a cute outfit that fit her b/t figure just right. "Alright Samu I'm off. Wish me luck!" He waved by as she ran out the door a bright smile on her face and excitement in her eyes. He stood heading back to his own house with slow steps.

Arriving home he closed the door to his room intent on hiding away from everyone. He laid down staring at the ceiling as the familiar burning sensation built up behind his eyes.

"Fuck," he mumbled when he heard it the soft twinkle of a star tear and the pale glow that lit up a small area around his bed. More of them fell sparking pain in his eyes and across his face. The pain followed the trail left behind by the glowing stars and despite his best efforts to shove his palm into his eyes and stop the tears it didn't work.

"You know I didn't even think they liked each other!" Osamu tuned into her moms voice and then he heard his own mother speak and he sighed. "I know! I always thought she'd end up with Osamu not...," He tuned out knowing what they were talking about. He didn't need to listen anymore.

"Samu what's wrong with ya?" Atsumu was looking at him with judgement. His arms were crossed in front of him clearly upset and honestly he didn't blame Atsumu. "Nothing's wrong with me," He answered him. "Bullshit," His own eyes narrowed at his brother "I just don't like it okay?" Atsumu rolled his eyes "I told you you wouldnt," Atsumu voiced.

"Osamu," He looked to the right his eyes meeting the blank pair of Kita's. "Kita," he answered back watching Kita gesture with his hand. He stood following Kita outside throwing one last glance over his shoulder at Y/n as she danced around with Aran her dress sparking like freshly fallen snow.

"What is it Kita?" He asked when the two of them were outside. "You have to let her go Osamu," Kita voiced quietly. "I cant let her go," He said back. "Osamu...You shouldn't love her...Not when it causes this," Kita gestured to his face where the star tears were already prevalent. 

"And you especially shouldn't love her now that she just got married," Kita sent him a pointed look. "I would go blind over and over if it meant I could love her," He answered the male staring forward. The wind softly brushed them causing their hair to flutter. "Osamu...We all know we didn't expect it to go this far...but he loves her so you have to let her go," They heard a series of dull thumps against the ground turning they saw Atsumu jogging over.

"Hey what are you two doing out here?" Atsumu stopped as he got closer a wide smile decorating his face. "Oh we were just catching some air y'know," Kita easily responded handing Osamu his handkerchief as he stepped infront of him, blocking him from Atsumu's view. He wiped his eyes quickly hiding the star tears before they could give him away.

"Shouldn't you be inside Tsumu?" He voiced at his brother while said male hummed. "Ah they don't need me in there right now. Sakusa’s getting drunk and Bokuto’s dancing with Y/n," He flinched at the last part of the sentence. Though Atsumu never seemed to notice "Isn't Bokuto drunk? Are you sure they should be dancing?" Atsumu shrugged at Kita's question. "I think they'll be fine," Atsumu adjusted the sleeves of his button up with a hum as if he was truly thinking it over.

"You know maybe I should go-," "There you are!" The group looked past Atsumu. Y/n was there a bright smile on her face her hands were wrapped into the skirt of her wedding dress. Her head was tilted to the side eyes crinkling in pure mirth. "Hey what are you doin' out here?" Atsumu asked turning to face her. "Ah Bokuto passed out Akaashi and Hinata are sitting him down now. But I think the party is wrapping up soon," she giggled it was a light sound and God did Osamu love it.

"Alright we'll be back over soon. Kita can you bring the lovely bride back to the party?" Atsumu asked with a small smile. "Alright ya flirt," Y/n said with a laugh taking Kita's arm as they walked back. Atsumu sighed as he sat down. "So...I know you're upset about this...," Atsumu started off quietly.

"Im not upset Tsumu...I had my chance and I blew it," He voiced. Atsumu sighed as he stood up heading back to the party. "Hey Tsumu," He said looking at his brothers back. Atsumu turned back facing him with a questioning look. "You told me that if at any point I wanted her you'd back off...I know that deals off the table now so just...don't hurt her okay?" 

Atsumu shook his head "Im not going to hurt her Samu...She's everything to me," He raised a hand up to push his hair back the light from a nearby lamppost reflected off his ring. "You didn't even like her at first," He scoffed.

"Look Samu we all know you like her!" Atsumu claimed with an eye roll. "No i don't. You're just being stupid," He denied quickly just like every other time. "Alright fine Samu. I'll give you a deal," he rolled his eyes at his brothers provocation. "What?" He asked "You either ask her out by the end of the week or I do," Atsumu challenged.

He scrunched his nose in distaste "You don't even like her why would you ask her out?" He asked. "To spur you on. If you tell me to back off at any point I will y'know?" Atsumu said. "So you're just gonna string along our childhood best friend for this?" He asked incredulously. "No she'll get over it," Atsumu shrugged. "No. I'm not letting you string her along," He stated.

"You're right I didn't," Atsumu hummed in agreement. "But I love her now and that's what matters," He stared off into the distance with a smile. "You remember the day I told her I loved her? It was an accident too," he laughed.

They were playing at nationals. Atsumu and him were third years now and Y/n was watching from the stands. She wore Atsumu's jersey and everytime they looked at her she made a face at them before trying to get away from the guy next to her. Atsumu glared at the guy mumbling something under his breath "Let's finish this game," he angrily said. Sending one last glare at the man.

They finished the game with a service ace from Atsumu and as soon as the whistle blew Y/n raced down to the court the strange guy following her. She showed up on court with a smile "Tsumu!" He turned and on instinct Atsumu smiled as well. "Y/n," she hugged Atsumu while his nose crinkled. "Babe I'm all sweaty!" She pulled away placing a kiss on his cheek. "Dont care! I'll be outside okay?" She said skipping off.

Only five minutes later they were leaving the building looking for Y/n. Only for the team to pause as they spotted her. She stood trying to get away and the stranger that was in the stands with her was harshly gripping her wrist. "Come on baby I just wanna show you a good time!" "No thank you!" Atsumu moved first separating the two while grabbing the collar of the man. 

Osamu grabbed Y/n holding her close to him while she held on just as tightly. "Hey! Why are you putting your hands on my girl!" Atsumu yelled. He wasn't paying attention too busy trying to sooth Y/n the handprint already forming on her wrist. "You're okay," he whispered into her hair line.

"Y/n," He was thrown back into reality then remembering that no he wasn't the one dating Y/n. "Tsumu," He let go of her watching her throw herself at Atsumu and he held on to her just as tightly. "Fuck you alright babe?" He said catching her arm and seeing the bruise. "Im okay now," she smiled at him. He didn't know what his brother was thinking in that moment but he just watched Atsumu kiss her and pull away. "Im glad you're okay...I love you Y/n," she gasped then and smiled again. "I love you too Tsumu,"

"I remember," he got up following his brother into the party he stood off to the side watching them as Kita and Suna came over. Atsumu reached Y/n and kissed her Atsumu's voice carrying as tears started to drip down his face. "Ready to go Mrs. Y/n Miya?" She laughed taking his arm. "Of course Mr. Atsumu Miya," and as they walked out the last image he could see was Atsumu and Y/n looking at each other matching smiles on their faces.

Her dress sparkled next to the black suit Atsumu was wearing. They were holding hands matching rings sparkling on their hands. His vision faded until it was just black but despise that he smiled.

"Take care of her okay Tsumu?"

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