#i'll be doing that for a while since I just made it

[wetforsylus]

Romantic Neighbour

☆ summary. your neighbour was a flirt. it was impossible to escape him unless you gave him that one thing he desired: your attention.  

pairing. sylus x fem!reader

warnings. dilf!sylus, SLIGHT perv!sylus, Luke n Kieran being the 'best' wingmen, teasing, p in v, oral, fingering, masturbation, dirty talk, reassurance, slight crack fic, tension, creampies, overstimulation, porn with little plot, kinda rushed, 3.4k wc

a/n. thank you for 1k and happy (late) sylusversary <3 the start is kind of choppy so sorry in advance.

“The house next door has been vacant for a while, no?” Tara asked, flicking a few cards the two of you were playing with, between her fingers.

You only shrug in response and glance at the window, staring at the shiny building, before averting your gaze back to Tara.

“I heard someone was house searching recently, but since it’s a fancy house it should take a while for someone to actually get it.” you reason, placing your card on top of hers, giggling at the fact you already had won.

“Mhm, let me know who moves in- heyy!”

A breathy laugh left your lips and you nod, “don’t worry i’ll let you know.”

--

Time went by and eventually, someone moved in, and everyone was talking about it. Apparently the said man who moved in was terrifying? He already had bad impressions like people saying he’d look like he’d kill you if you even glance at him. You didn’t believe it, but didn't want to risk introducing yourself.

But to your surprise someone knocked on your door a couple days later, you didn’t check who it was and opened it to be met with a pair of twins smiling up at you. The pair glanced at each other before one of them stuffed their hand in their pocket and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Housewarming party next door, it’d be appreciated if you came.” one said enthusiastically while the other one nodded with his brothers’ words.

You stare at the paper in his hands and hesitantly take it, nodding at them, “thanks, see you later then.”

Both of their faces lit up and they nodded, waving you goodbye before you shut the door. A heavy sigh left your lips and you read over the invitation card, it was nothing fancy, all it was, was the address, the time to be there at, and a small message at the bottom, offering to let you invite a plus one, and you decided to take that opportunity.

It took a few tries to convince Tara to make her come with you, but since you had no other friends in the neighborhood, except her, you didn’t want to go alone. So once she agreed, the two of you got ready in a comfortable outfit, minutes after the party already started and walked over when you were finished.

The party just started minutes ago and people were already filling up most of the space in the backyard, and inside the house. It was like the twins invited the whole city! As you and Tara swam between the heavy crowd, she suddenly had to go to the bathroom and said she’d meet you at the drink stand.

You nod and head over to the drinks, picking up a drink and leaning against a wall, swirling the liquid in your glass as you wait for your friend.

--

“Sylus why don’t you talk to her yourself, she’s your neighbor after all.”

“Don’t pressure me, I'll talk to her eventually, alright?” Sylus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he glanced at you one more time. He was surprised you’ve been somewhat entertaining him, even if you were just standing idly against the wall, not even attempting to drink your drink.

Luke only chuckled in response before glancing at Kieran with a mocking grin on his face.

“Don’t do anythi–”

Before Sylus could finish his sentence, Luke turned around and started walking over to you, with Kieran following suit. Sylus sighed and followed the menacing pair, and before he could call out to them, Luke ‘mistakingly’ tripped over you and made your drink spill all over you.

“I’m so sorry, miss!” Luke said, panicked.

You chuckle in response and shake your head, trying to calm down the panicked twin in front of you.

“Sorry about them.” Sylus interrupts, intervening between the two of you before carefully grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you away from them, “let me help you clean up, yeah?”

You stammer a few words before nodding and following along Sylus who ended up dragging you to his bedroom.

“Seriously, you didn’t have to do that, my house is just next door.” You say as Sylus already had a damp towel pressed against your sticky skin, trying to carefully remove the mess Luke made.

“It’s fine, think of it as a way of introducing myself – though, this isn’t how I planned on doing so.” the last words left his lips in a mumble and you laugh.

“Are they your kids?” you ask, leaning further back against his bed as he pressed the towel lower on your body. His breath hitches at the sight and his fingers start getting shaky as he tries to compose himself.

Sylus hummed and fixed his glasses before continuing, “guess you could say that.”

As he finishes cleaning off the drink from your body, you sigh and stare up at Sylus who was quickly putting the towel away before heading back to you, his eyes gleaming down at your figure already leaving, wishing you could stay longer.

“I’ll see you later then.” you nod, walking towards his door, glancing back at the starstrucked man whose fingers only twitched at the sight of you already walking meters away from him.

“Shit.” he murmured, closing the door and plopped on his bed, burying his face in his shaky palms. Sylus inhaled a deep breath before his body twitched, and instead of him not introducing himself properly to you, something else seemed to be a problem.

He removed his face from his palms and stared down at the boner pulsating through his pants, hesitant to do something, he couldn’t control it anymore.

He stormed off to the bathroom, and shut the door behind him, hands grasping on the edge of his counter, gripping onto it as he tried to contain his breathing. Sylus stared at himself before muttering something incoherent under his breath and slipping his fingers under his pants.

He pulled down the fabric, staring at his already leaked boxers and pulled those down momentarily. He wastes no time and wraps his fingers around his cock, pumping his wrist in a quick movement, pleasure started to blind him as the only thing he could actually think about was you.

He winked an eye open as he tried to think of anything else but you, but everything around him started to remind him of you. It's a shame the two of you just met a few hours ago, and he's already acting like this? Sylus stared at the mirror for a second before slamming his back against the wall and sliding down against it, his fingers wrapping tightly around the head before slicking down, forcefully.

He swallowed a moan, lips quivering at the sensation as he tried to hold in his sounds. His teared eyes roll back as he reaches for release, hips jolting forward at the last few seconds and in a sigh, he plops on the ground, embarrassed.

There was no way he was going to act like that again.

--

The next day rolled along and you were beat. After you left Sylus’ room you found Tara, partied for a bit, then went straight home.

You were currently sitting in bed, scrolling through your phone until a knock jolted you from your spot, you stared at your door and hesitantly started going downstairs. Your fingers rested on the doorknob and without checking (again) you flung open the door to find Sylus staring at you with a crooked smile.

“Did you happen to know how to fix a shelf?”

You raise an eyebrow and eye him up and down, “you look like you’d know how to fix one though?”

A mocking chuckle left his lips and he shook his head, “I actually… do not, would you help me, sweetie?”

And you of course agreed, it barely took any more convincing and you were already standing in his living room in front of his slanted shelf, the boards slightly dropping off as the nails were barely on, also threatening to fall off soon.

“Alright..” you sigh, tracing the shelf with your finger, eyeing at where to start.

Before you could ask Sylus for the instructions or a screwdriver, the door flings open, making you flinch and turn around to see the twins holding a box of tools and a booklet.

“Sylus! we found the instructions and tools you need for us to fix the shelf- oh!”

“What's she doing here?” Kieran asks, pointing his finger at you, then back at the shelf.

Sylus laughs and struts over to the twins, taking the stuff from their hands and placing them on the ground next to you, “the two of you took forever so i asked nearby, she just seemed to be available.”

“We only took five min–ugh” Luke nudged Kieran and eyed at Sylus who was still staring at the two of them with a twisted smile, begging for them to leave the room and take the hint. They both eventually took the hint and left the two of you alone.

“What was that about?” you chuckle, picking up the instruction book and screwdriver, already starting on fixing the shelf.

“Don’t mind them,” he scoffs, leaning over you, fingers lightly tracing your hand before grabbing the booklet from you. “Let’s work on this shelf, sweetie.”

You agreed and surprisingly found fixing a shelf more fun than you thought. Both you and Sylus were kind of quiet but talked here and there, it wasn’t much except a lot of touching and working.

In some moments he’d brush his large bicep across your arm, linger there for a few moments before continuing to help you, and you weren’t complaining. There also was one moment where he didn’t have a ladder and wanted to carry you so you could fix the top.

You didn’t know his strength was great, especially when he was holding you with one arm, while the other one was only ghosting over you in case you’d fall. And for some reason, you knew he knew how to fix a shelf, but didn’t know why he had to ask you?

And before you knew it, you both finished fixing the shelf. It was already past noon and you were starving.

“You must be hungry, wanna eat?” Sylus offered like he read your mind. You stared at him, eyes glistening in excitement before you nodded and already made your way to his kitchen. He chuckled and followed you momentarily.

When the two of you reached the kitchen he led you to his fridge and opened it, revealing a lot of food that could feed more than just three people. You stare at the food filled fridge in awe and look back at Sylus with a convincing look, which he unfortunately fell for immediately.

“Go ahead.”

You giggle and bring out some food, “you could sit back and I'll make something for the two of us.”

Sylus agreed immediately and sat down, admiring you working in the kitchen, his eyes darting from your hard working hands and mistakenly looking at your tits bouncing at every move you made. God, he had to mentally slap himself for that.

And before he knew it, you were already done making the food.

You serve the food to him and the two of you eat together.

Sylus was surprised at your cooking, it was good, like really good. Once he finished eating he pushed his empty plate back and stared at you, who was still finishing up your last few bites, as you zone out, staring at the table.

“The food was good.” He said, breaking the deafening silence filling his kitchen. You laugh and nod, thanking him before plopping at the back of your chair, staring at the empty plates in front of you.

“Let’s have dinner together, this time I'll make something.” Sylus said.

“Really?”

He nods and picks up the plates on the table, putting them away in the sink and heading over to you, brushing past your slumped figure on the chair, wanting to so badly just lift you off and-

“What time should I come over?” you ask, glancing at the clock at his wall and back at his glowing ruby eyes.

Sylus stammered a response and without thinking, “Stay over until dinner.”

--

But the ‘staying over’ in question did not mean sitting on the couch and watching a movie, but instead meant having his tongue shoved deep in your pussy, eating – no, devouring you like you were his early dessert.

Well it did start off as a movie, but Sylus decided to pick the most rated-R movie out there which made you not focus on anything except his sultry voice teasing you throughout the film, sputtering phrases like, “focus on the screen.” “Come closer if you’re scared.” (and you actually did, how embarrassing.)

And after the constant teases you couldn’t handle it and asked him if he actually wanted to watch the movie, and the way you stared at him made him pause before answering. You did see his gaze flicker to your lips and before you knew it you and him were leaning in.

And that’s what led a little makeout session to him literally devouring you like an animal on his couch.

You gripped onto his hair, head thrown back as he shoves his tongue deeper in you, curling and pressing against your sensitive gummy walls, making you shudder in response, almost yanking his hair off.

“N-ngh slow down-” you whine, riding yourself against his face, feeling his glasses knocking against your skin, cold metal sparking you every second. Sylus groans in response, the grumble of his voice vibrating through your body as he continues to eat you out like a beast.

His hands stayed locked on your spread thighs, gripping on it for dear life as if you were going to disappear at his touch. He pulled away for a second to stare up at you for a second, then catch his breath. He presses his thumb against your clit, slowly spreading you further apart, watching the small mess pool out of you.

You blush in embarrassment when you feel his finger glide lower, teasing your sensitive folds before sliding a finger inside you, making you clench around him. He chuckled in response and pumped his finger in and out of you, watching you flutter at his touch. His eyes twist in desire, wanting to see more.

“Could you go for more?” he asked, licking his lips before sliding another finger inside you. You choke a moan and nod, fingers wrapping around his large wrist as you watched him fuck his digits quicker and quicker in you, making you spiral.

You suddenly felt him slide his fingers out of you and wrap his arm around you, lifting you off the couch and walking over to his room, flinging the door open and placing you on the same bed you were on the night before.

Sylus doesn't waste any time and cupped your knees with his large palms, spreading your legs again, staring at your fluttering hole, practically begging for him. He sighed at the sight, face heating up at the situation, he was about to go crazy any second now.

Sylus pressed himself against you, grinding himself in a slow movement, trying to savor the moment. The feeling of his throbbing aching boner hitting you on every thrust made you whine in response, unable to sputter out any words except noises you were practically begging for him to use you.

“I know sweetie,” he moaned, thrusting himself harder against you, making you shudder in response. Sylus brought one hand to his belt and yanked it off, sliding his pants off moments later, his cock twitched at the sight of you, and when he saw your teared eyes silently begging for him, he couldn’t take his sweet time anymore.

He pressed his cock against your hole, slowly sliding himself in, biting his lip at the feeling of you. He’s only met you a day ago, went insane for you the same night and now he’s inside you. A shaky moan left his lips before he thrust himself further in you.

“You okay?”

You nod, tightening your grip around his wrist, feeling him starting to slowly slick in and out of you. The air in the room started to feel hotter by the second, Sylus continued a steady pace, asking for reassurance every second.

When he took the hint that you were okay, he pushed his full length in you, making you wrap your legs around him, your pussy tightening around his cock and thats when a reaction was caused by Sylus.

You wink your eyes at Sylus and when he made eye contact with you that's when he lost the rhythm. The once slow, rhythmic thrusts that were sent in you minutes ago were now painted with an arrhythmic pace, his thrusts were brutally quick, too fast to keep up with.

Inch by inch his cock fills you up, your stomach hurting in a good way, you instinctively thrust yourself against him, letting him fuck you deeper and deeper, his tip kissing your cervix at every thrust as your gummy walls hugged his pulsating length buried deep in you.

“hngh y-you could handle one more round, right? riighht?”

Too much in a haze to answer you attempt to nod, your dizzy mind, trying to keep up with his words and with him inside you, you felt like you were going to crumble at one more touch. A relieved sigh left his lips and he nodded.

“Yeah? You can?”

“mh–mmghh”

Sylus caught his breath when he stared at your teary eyes and lowered his gaze to his cock suffocating your pussy. His pupils swirl at the sight and he presses his finger against your folds, stretching you as he eyed the mess seeping out of you.

“F-fuck gonna-”

He bit his lower lip, blood probing their way out his rosy flesh, sliding down his lips as he stared at the heavenly view. Before he could control himself his cock thumped louder and louder, making you squirm beneath him and in one final thrust, spurs of his mixture jolted right inside you.

You gasp in shock, catching your breath and eyed Sylus who stared at you through fogged lens. He whispered a hundred apologies, as he slowly slid out of you, gulping at the sight and before you could tell him it was okay, another surprised thrust knocked right through you.

“Ah- sy-” you tried to ask him what he was doing, but he leaned in and captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue sliding against your padded folds, slicking in your mouth, tying his tongue with yours.

You moan in the kiss and slide your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, feeling him sink deeper in your mouth. Sylus continued to ride against you, hips rolling against your bare skin, smacking loudly, sounds echoing through the room.

“Sylus- p-please” you breathe, pressing your lips on the corner of his mouth, feeling your stomach ache more, pussy pulsating at his touch. Sylus nodded and his lips found yours again.

“Mhmm– l-let it out, yeah?”

--

You and Sylus ended up doing a lot more than you both intended to, after a long evening which ended up finishing up at night, you both were now having a late dinner after getting cleaned up. You wanted to go back to your house to shower and get ready but Sylus offered for you to do it at his place, and wear his clothes.

So now you had no choice but to wear his large pajamas that could practically be worn as a dress as you eat the food he made.

“I’ll go home after this.”

“Alright, sweetie.”

“Do you think.. Luke and Kieran heard anything?”

Sylus chuckled and shook his head, “of course not, they aren't even home. The whole thing was a set up, well the shelf was. The movie was not–”

“I knew it!” you interrupt, pointing your fork at him, "I knew you could fix it anyway, I don't even know why I helped.”

“Yeah? Wanna help me fix something else tomorrow then? It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Depends what it is.” you mumble, toying with your food on your plate.

“If you stay over then maybe you'll find out wha-”

“No.”

a/n: I might write more fics, sorry if theres any mistakes.

[purpleprints]

20 Feet Underground

I live on the westside, never met my dad and my mom lived two lives. She wouldn't let me go outside much because she ran the streets. Sometimes I would wake up to her not even being here. yea, I don't see her for days. we did stay down the street from my uncle, but my mom lost that house and refuse to go back to grandma. Grandma don't even know where we stay now because she tried to call child services on my mom. living with grandma wouldn't have been no better. She just wants to get a check out of it. everything revolves around money.

I had a little brother, but he's also the first dead body I seen. his name was Maurice, his dad fought for custody for him and lost, when he heard from the cops Maurice got ran over by a car...he blew his brains out in his car. That was the day our big cousin Jude was watching us. Jude use to put a needle in his veins and drink until he fell asleep. He in jail now for child neglect. I'm 16 years old and she's never around so I be outside too. I used her Medicaid to get one of the flip phones they sell outside them tents, and when I found the key to the mailbox, I had a first check for SSI. I usually used it for food and hygiene.

We had some leftover milk so, I made some cereal and sat in my room. I heard the front door slam, and the vent in the kitchen came on. "Fatima", she called out. I rolled my eyes dragging my feet to the living room. " yes". I looked at her while she moves from one counter to the other. "Where the food come from? Did you go by your grandma? I stood quiet staring at her. " Oh, so you can't talk now?"

"Jehovah witness stopped by, they said, the food their walking around with are charity."

she just stared at me, crossing her arms. "Jehovah? them motherfuckers just want to be noisy. you just dirty, every time I see you, you're wearing them ripped up tights?

I looked down," I had these since I was 9...I'm sixteen".

She held her head down for a moment, I hope she's as embarrassed as me deep down inside, she lifted up a bag full of stuff in it and told me to bring it to my room. When I walked to my room she followed me. "Yes?' I said turning towards her.

"You been going to school?"

why she asked that shit,

"They say I need to come in better uniform", I said. I didn't want to look at her, but I know how much she love attention, so I just sat on my mattress and looked at her.

"Oh, so school a fashion show?"

she walked out my room and went into hers. fashion show? I hate going to school, I'm way different from the other teens. I tried to keep things clean but, this house dirty as the fuck, and we don't have soap powder. a knock came at my window, I turned around seeing Betsy. I met her like 3 weeks ago on the block somewhere near the corner store.

I raised the window up, " your stalking me now?"

"Girl, look. I need you to hold this bag down for me. I really need you."

"what's in the bag?'

"My work, and I'll put ya musty ass on if you take the bag"

" Fuck you," I said pulling the window down

"You fucking playing?'

I just stared at her, and rolled it back up, "I don't know about friends but a real one, would've gave me deodorant if she felt I was musty, and you know what I go through, ugly ass".

she smacked her teeth and threw the bag in my room, from the window. "Meet me on the street you see me on when you get off that bus. I'll be there at 1am. you do this, I'll show you a friend,"

I looked back at the bag, picked it up and when I looked back at the window, she was gone. I barley even know her for real; she just calls me pretty girl every time she sees me, we talk a little. I put the bag in my closet with my brother baby blanket over it.

Time went by, and I just looked out the window, my mom was still in her room. when I went in there, she was slob-Ing: laid out on her mattress. She been in there for 6 hours, I thought she was a dead body. her room has a dead bull lock on it. the drugs made my mom lose weight; she was almost as small as me. We have the same breast but Shes big at the top, and now small at the bottom. I need to have the right colors, because I have a dangerous block to pass up in order to meet Betsy. this my only chance to go in my mom bag of clothes and find something decent to put on. She barley had clothes herself, but I see some things I can fit.

After I found something, I rushed to the bathroom and ran some hot water and sat in it. I heard another slam at the door, I guess she is leaving for another three days. it's now 10:56. hours and hours of nothing but these walls and me. I got out the tub and ran to my room to air dry. I left my door locked and took a little nap.

(Gun shots)

I jumped up, out my sleep, heart just beating from my chest. the house is as hot as outside, so I'm sweating. All i can think about is, I hope it's not my mom...

I through on her clothes I borrowed and went to the front.

" uh uh... where the fuck you are going? and don't think I didn't hear you run that water long like that, you don't have a job bitch."

I froze when I heard her voice. yea, why not let you die in the street. even though my heart doesn't mean it. I turned around seeing she had company. " Hoe? is that my clothes?"

I looked down at what I had on. " You, you said.... you called me dirty earlier and I outgrown my clothes,"

"GO TO YOUR ROOM"

I walked away, her guest just watched everything, people don't have inputs or wear capes. Shes probably just mad that I walked in on her, with small lines laid out on the counter. lines she created with the ebt we never use. She uses it but not for our home, this isn't even a home. being here is just like living with grandma, but grandma, wants to put her hands on you. I used to have marks on my skin, but that's okay because when I cry Remember all the time, I hog spit in her drink. I hate her, and cps, they already showed me early, ratting gets you nowhere. it gets you hurt, beat, even killed.

A knock hit my door, I forgot I had it on lock.

"And you think, you fucking grown bitch, take my clothes off.", she bust in my door grabbing me by my hair. She pulled me to the floor and kicked me in my stomach." you want to go in my shit without permission? you think you grown?' she start to tag at her clothes, and you can hear the cotton rip, and tears just flow out my eyes. when she kicked my stomach, she unraveled her hands out of my hair.

she walked out with some of the fabric in her hands, what I had on was now all ripped up. I went to the mattress and pulled my phone from out my pillow. when I first got the phone, I cut the bottom of the pillow open so I can hide it from her. I wish I had Betsy number. I relocked the door and went to the closet for the bag to see if she left a number. I walked back to the mattress and sat down to see what's in the bag.

My phone showed 12:48.

When I opened the bag I seen a white rectangle, solid white, wrapped in siren wrap. And some money. I put everything back in the bag and just when things couldn't get worse, I can see blood drip down my leg.I got up and seen a nothing but red on my mattress. I have to give her this bag. The tissue I took from McDonald’s bathroom a day ago, I balled it up and stuck it in my kitty. It hurt so bad . The paper itself is to tuff ,maybe that’s a good thing because that was a lot . I wiped myself with the rest of the fabric that was on me, pull the window up and headed out the window.

I went the back way, and kept my head down, cops was outside down the block where the shots came from. So I went around another backyard and jumped the fence. The cops pull me for a chat and take this bag… life over for me. Ion really even have a life . I looked at my phone seeing 1:15.

Allot of girls, maybe like 13-19 was walking , they had sexy clothes on. Some looked younger than me, some looked grown like 37 or 40 years old. I didn’t see Besty anywhere. So I walked up and down the block, it’s now 1:30.

“What you doing here? U see that blood on your leg?”

The girl talking to me looked more like a man, a pretty man.

“ umm. I’m looking for Betsy she told me to meet her here.”

His eyes widen, “Betsy.thats my baby. She was worried as fuck earlier. Last she went at was the store. “

I shook my head and started walking away.

“ wait come here”, I followed him to the side of a building . “ you smell like fish. I’m not trying to be rude or anything , I have to clean my ass everyday, and not the slang clean my ass like my body but my ass hole. I got these wipes. Wipe ur leg up . “

I wipe my leg up with the wipes, and threw it on the ground. “ do u have a tampon?”

“Do I have a pussy? Maybe a dussy.” He said smiling.

“Thank you, “ I walked away from him heading to the store. Outside the store was empty and so was inside. I kept walking and heard someone screaming . I walked to the alley hoping it wasn’t Betsy. I walked up and seen two girls, one had a towel on her lip, you can see water dripping from the towel as if it wasn’t rung out. &

“Bitchhhh. It’s 30 mins after! Wtf”

I just stared at her , with water in my eyes .

“ give me the bag” ,she said reaching her palm out. “That’s you smelling like that?”

I nodded my head and started to walk off, but a car zoomed right in where we were. All black.

A black Lincoln pulled up slow and silent, engine purring like a predator. The driver's door creaked open, and out stepped Marcellus "Mulah" Jones, draped in a crimson coat that swept the backs of his snakeskin boots. Wide-brimmed SnapBack, gold rings stacked like trophies,—his silhouette screamed business, not pleasure.

chewing a toothpick with a half-smile

“You know I don’t like two things, ,” he said, his voice was smooth. “Waiting , and searching.”

His skin was smooth, dark like rich mahogany, and his beard was trimmed to a precise line that sharpened the cut of his square jaw. No gold teeth, a chain with a woman on it . Just presence . Control.

“Give me the bag.” I reached him the bag. He looked at me up and down , and then looked at Betsy and the other girl.

[noah-sim]

SCRATCHING AGAINST HIS ABS - HYUNG LINE

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Heeseung

You two were laying in bed doing pretty much nothing. The other members could walk in and think nothing of you two cutely cuddled up in Heeseung’s room. You leaning against Heeseung’s chest with your hand gently rubbing his stomach as he watches the random movie you have up on the tv. Heeseung who was also trying so hard not to get hard. The way your nails were scratching against him drove him crazy. You were sitting there, occasionally showing him a funny post from your phone, looking so fucking cute. He didn’t want to ruin this perfect, serene moment, but his composure can only be kept for so long. “You’re hard. You know that right?” You said it so sweetly. “Sorry, baby. But, to be fair you’re the one rubbing up against me.” You were so shocked. You did nothing at all. You sat up and tested a theory. Scratching against his stomach one more time and watching as he threw his head back and groaned. “Horny bitch.” “Baby, call me a bitch again and I might cum in my pants.”

Jay

So domestic. Ugh. Perfect. You sat at the kitchen island and watched as your cute boyfriend, Jay, did the dishes. You had made dinner and the deal was that he was to wash the dishes after you cooked. “Want help?” Despite the deal you still felt bad about sitting and staring at him while he did chores. “No, Lovey. You can go lay down while I clean. I’ll be right there to join you.” Always looking out for you. You stood up from where you were sitting, walked up to him, and wrapped your arms around his torso. “Hi.” “Lovey” You began rubbing against his stomach, simply admiring the perfect man in your arms. You hadn’t realized what you were doing to him. “Go lower” His husky voice shocked you a little, but you complied and let your hands wander further down his body until it stopped right at his belt. Jay had finished doing the dishes and turned around to face you. “Lovey, please. I need to fuck your face.”

Jake

Jake worked so fucking hard. Every single day. Then he would come home and be completely yours. Today, you decided to pick him up from dance practice and take care of him. You showed up to the practice room to him lying on his back in the middle of the room. Walking up to him, you noticed how cute he looked despite his current exhaustion. “Baby. Let’s go home so you can rest properly.” “Don’t wanna. I haven’t gotten this one part down.” You began to rub against his stomach to try and comfort him since he seemed clearly distressed. "Jakey, the move won't be perfect because you're exhausted." He was completely still in your arms. So much so, you almost believed he had fallen asleep standing up. When you peaked over his shoulder to look at his and your reflection in the mirror, you saw him staring at your hands against his stomach. Jake was in a haze. Mouth half open, eyes lidded, and just GONE. "Jake." "...Huh?" He was hard. Like hasn't gotten off in YEARS type of hard. "Princess, I'll go home... in a minute... could you just help me relax?"

Sunghoon

Sunghoon loves to take his favorite girl out shopping. Loves to spend money on her and see how bright her smile gets. During the time of your relationship, he's realized that the more money he spends on HIMSELF, the more you smile. So, he's here. In a random mall, having already tried on 500 different outfits and watching you struggle to carry the rest of the outfits you expect him to try on. "OMG! That is so cute." You flip up his shirt to see his belt and how the pants sit on his hips. You rub along the belt and his waist. Finger grazing the bare skin of his lower stomach. "Angel." Trying to get you to realize his dilemma. You immediately pout at him. A thousand questions rushing through your head. " Do you not like it?" "No. No, I love it. I was just wondering if you want to help me take it off?" "Of course. Was it hard to get on? So weird it fits perfect." You continue rambling as you pull his shirt over his head and move to unbuckle his belt. "Yeah, Angel. Just like that." "Sunghoon... are you hard?" He leans down. Gets all in your face. Breath grazing against your check as he talks. "Yeah. Why'd you think I wanted you to strip me in this tiny dressing room?"

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Author's note -> Not my fav writing, but I started it months ago and decided to finish it before writing anything else.

[jikooklove9795]

I don't even know where to begin with this Jikook live. Ever since they came back, it's like they made a secret pact to drive us all insane. I'm barely hanging on here. But I'm loving every second of it!

Let’s start with the exact day they chose to go live. July 14th SK time. Silver Day. A couple’s day. A quick glance through the years and it’s giving "nothing is accidental with these two":

2019 Silver Day

Jungkook posts a Jikook pic with the caption “Jimin hyung’s big smile”.

2022 Silver Day

Jimin casually crashes the JITB party wearing that Maison Margiela necklace, tied to the 11/8 Jikook code.

2023 Silver Day

Jimin hops on a flight from SK to the US to go see Jungkook. And guess what? That very trip gave us the first two episodes of AYS.

And now, 2025 Silver Day, guess who’s back? Going live. Causing emotional collapse across Jikook nation. Like clockwork.

So is it a stretch to say I scratched the word coincidence out of my dictionary long ago when it comes to Jikook?

These two know exactly what they’re doing. And when it happens year after year after year… at some point you’ve got to admit: They’re not hinting anymore. They’re declaring. Loudly. They want to be seen, they want to be acknowledged, as a couple. In this together. For life.

Let’s start with that hug. So soft, so full of quiet warmth and Jungkook's smile while being hugged

The next moment?? Jimin just casually drops the fact that Jungkook comes into his room while he’s sleeping, stands there in total silence, films him, and then just… leaves???

And Jungkook just followed it up with singing "I'll go to you. I promise you" directly to Jimin and sealed it with a pinky promise.

HELLO??? Watching someone sleep while taking videos of them. That’s not normal behavior unless you’re that person's bf/gf, partner, or some soft-core vampire in love.

Because think about it, nothing about it feels casual. If I'm being honest its low key obsessive in the softest way. The level of intimacy, the audacity of Jimin making such a revelation. Ummatched. Once again, Jimin’s out here shoving the “we are not just friends” agenda right in our faces with zero remorse. This moment really took me back to their hickey incident. Different days but same level of jaw dropping energy.

He's been so obsessed with giving out all kinds of TMIs related to their sleep routine. From Jungkook's alarm to his snoring details, seeing his face first thing in the morning to how Jungkook visits Jimin's room often. What's next pillow talk transcripts??!!

So Jimin, how long do we have to wait for you to finally say that you guys are sharing the bed? Because I know what you're trying to do 😭

What even was this??!! And the way Jungkook turned his head real fast to look at Jimin after Jimin used that extra soft baby tone

Next up. Jungkook reads the “you two look good together” comment. He really does love reading the ones that ship them, doesn’t he? I mean, let’s not forget the time he said “Jeon Jimin”, not once, but twice. He's playing his cards very intentionally

Jungkook teasing Jimin with that “So who the hell did you wait for?” while watching WHO was hilarious

Jimin totally didn’t see that coming. He stuttered. It was giving:

Jungkook to Jimin: Oh you thought teasing was your thing? Let’s see how you handle this.

And let’s not forget, they completely skipped over that billboard moment in the MV. Like… we saw it.

MUST TOUCH MUST TOUCH AND FEEL HIM ALL OVER

Jimin: Do you want to get disciplined?

Jungkook: If I get disciplined here, how are you gonna do it, hyung?

BE SO SERIOUS JEON JUNGKOOK??? That was WILD behavior

Okay! When's the wedding, Jungkook??!!

The way Jimin was whiny here wanting to end the live together and go to sleep

The fake sleeping after that and the peeking at each other.

What fanfic was this??!!

At this point all thats left is for them to just lean in and say screw it.

Ending it with this:

[sturniqlo]

bartender!matt and lovie in the bar after hours

.ᐟ.ᐟ. . . smut: making out, pussy eating, clit play, public sex (?), unprotected p in v, aftercare, use of "good girl"

tonight's shift for matt was probably one of the most confusing, frustrating, and tiring shift he's ever had. firstly, it was a tuesday and he wasn't scheduled, but he got called in to cover a shift and had to cancel his plans with lovie who was completely understanding of the situation.

secondly, his car broke down on his way to work, which made him call lovie and a tow truck. what had made his already ruined mood way better was being able to see lovie before his shift. "hi, lovie." he sighed out of relief when he got into the car. "hi, baby." she smiled, as she always does when she sees matt, and leaned over the center console to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

"thanks for picking me up, sorry if you were in the middle of something." his hand found her jean clad thigh as she began to drive towards 'sip happens'. "don't apologize, my love. i wasn't doing anything, just hanging around with muffin."

when she pulled up in front of matt's job, he gently grabbed her jaw and kissed her for a few seconds. "i'm happy i got to see you today, even if it was only for a few minutes." matt said against her lips before pulling back. "me too, but i'll be here to pick you up. you get out at 11, right?" she asked, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers. "nah, it's okay. i can order an uber to your place so you won't have to come out so late." it was safe to say that lovie didn't take no for an answer, and now matt had a ride to lovies place.

to continue on with his draining shift, halfway through he was pulled from the calm side of the place to bartend the club side. luckily it was a weekday and the whole place closed at 10:30. a few minutes later, someone from the bar side came over to let him know that he had to close the place down for the night all alone since it wasn't as messy for a multiple person job.

when 10:40 came around, the place was closed for the night and only matt was left inside. he had already finished cleaning the club side and moved onto the bar. lovie saw the time and decided to start heading out. when she arrived at around 10:57, she sent a text to matt.

to loverboy ‹𝟹

im here!! come out whenever you're ready💗

to lovie bug 𝜗𝜚

hi my lovie bug, it's gonna take me a while to finish cleaning up in here :( come through the back door so you won't wait for me alone in the car

to loverboy ‹𝟹

no problem :) i'm on my way!!

lovie was inside the bar in no time and engulfing matt, who looked tired, in a hug. "you okay?" she asked as she scratched his scalp gently. "mm-mm, had to clean up the whole place by myself— still have to finish." he shook his head and nuzzled into her neck, pressing a few light kisses there and pressed her back into the bar counter where an empty space was.

"want you." matt whispered, and pulled back to kiss at her jaw. "we can, but when we get back to my place." lovie giggled, her fingers continued to thread through his hair. "i can't wait, i want you here— right here. it's just us in here. and," he stopped to suck lightly on her neck. "this is a blindspot, we won't show up on the cameras." that made lovie think and it made some of her fantasies of matt fucking her against the counter reappear.

"are you sure?" she felt her panties begin to dampen with her wetness. "mhm, been thinking about it for so long every time you'd come to visit me." matt expressed the fantasies lovie was also thinking of. "yeah— okay." she said breathlessly, looking up to matt's eyes as he pulled away from her neck. once she gave matt the confirmation, he immediately sank down to his knees.

"wait, you don't want me to—" matt cut her off. "no, i wanna taste you." as much as matt would love to have her pretty lips wrapped around him, he'd loved the way he got lost in the taste of her. making her feel good made him feel good. matt's fingers found the waistband of her leggings that clung to her in all the right places and pulled them down. her underwear was a plain black cotton thong that hid the patch of wetness that had already began to pool.

like always, he spread her legs and kissed her inner thighs close to where she wanted him. he then licked a stripe along her covered pussy and tongued at her clit through her underwear. "oh, matt." she moaned out, lightly yanking at his hair. he pulled back and moved her underwear to the side to reveal her shiny, puffy lips. "so pretty, like always." he said mesmerized, and wasted no time diving in.

he licked from her dripping hole all the way up to her clit where he sucked the swollen bud gently. "mhm— just like that." lovie threw her head back and rolled against his face. "this made my whole night, lovie." matt said as he pulled back for a moment to speak and look up at lovie who was flushed out, and then he went back in. his tongue swirled around her, and his lips sucked on her folds, knowing that made her crazy. "f— fuck. just like that, keep—mm— keep sucking on my pussy like that, baby."

after a few more moments of matt making a mess on his face, lovie pulled him back up and pulled his lips in for a messy kiss. her tongue darted out and she tasted herself on his tongue and quite literally moaned. "want you to fuck me against the counter, matt. please, i want it so bad. you always fuck me so good." she said against his lips before sucking on his tongue. matt grabbed her hips and turned her around. "yeah? want me to fuck you against here, lovie?" he moved her hair out of the way and bit her neck.

lovie nodded and reached for his hands to bring them up to squeeze her tits over her baby pink tank. matt understood and squeezed them in his hands. "are you gonna be a good girl for me?" he whispered against her ear. "yes, i'm always your good girl. aren't i?" matt brought his right hand down to his belt and began unbuckling it. "oh yeah, you're always such a good girl for me. always, always, always."

his cock was now out and leaking at the tip. "are you ready for my dick, lovie?" matt said as lovie bent more over the counter. "mhm, i want it." she whined as matt ran his tip along her slit. slowly, he pushed into her hole and groaned out at how tight and warm she was. "you feel so good." she clenched around him. "fuck, don't do that. gonna make me cum so fast." he slowly started to thrust his hips. "feels so good, matt. go faster."

matt's hands tightened around her hips and he began to pick up the speed and soon enough, the place was filled with the sounds of their skin slapping together and their moans. "look at you, lovie girl. taking my cock so fucking good. you love me fucking you against here, don't you?" he pulled her so that her back was against his chest. "yes, i love it." she turned her head back so that he found her lips.

the kiss turned out to be them moaning into each others mouth as the pleasure they were feeling too good to focus on kissing. "right there!" she whined as matt fucked right against that spot that made her legs tremble and her head to fall back against his shoulder. "feels good, yeah?" his hand came around to rub her clit that was being left out. "oh my— god!" she jolted at the surprise sensation.

he continued to fuck in and out of her while still rubbed her clit and occasionally rolling it against his fingers. her walls began to flutter around him and she began to go quiet. she was close. "you're getting close, lovie girl. i can feel it." she nodded at his words and whispered. "don't— don't stop."

matt felt himself come close too. "want you to cum for me, lovie. be a good girl and cum all over my cock." his fingers and cock didn't stop. lovie let out a cry arched her back into matt's chest as she came. her legs almost gave out, but matt held her up. "good girl, lovie." he praised her, kissing her damp neck. matt pulled his fingers away once her clit became sensitive, but continued to fuck her.

"cum for me, matt. cum inside of me." she told him, pulled away from his embrace to bend over the counter and fuck herself back into him. "oh my— fuck, lovie." he looked down and saw her ass jiggle as she fucked herself for him to cum. "shit, shit, shit! m' gonna cum." his jaw slacked and his grip on her hips tightened as his cum spilled into her. lovie slowly backed into him as she felt his warm cum paint her walls.

she whined when she came to a slow stop and matt's grip loosened. matt stayed buried in her for a moment before he pulled out and his cum spilled out of her and began to drip on the floor, but mostly her thighs. "stay here, baby." he pressed a small kiss on her back. matt pulled his pants back up and went to the back room to get a clean towel to wipe her up.

"i'm gonna clean you up, lovie. okay?" he told her once he came back with a clean towel and she now with her back against the counter. "okay." she smiled. once he cleaned her up, he made sure to throw the towel away. "we have to disinfect this now." she giggled, matt chuckled as he put her leggings on her. "i know." he told her, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently kissing her neck. "just a few more minutes."

brb... i need to sort some things out 🙈 also, two posts in one day?! who am i???!

[jollyhunter]

WAYNE! I'm still wheezing - let me try and catch my breath for a sec-

Okay, so, I've been dying to read this ever since you posted it!! (and many other of your stories and series. 💗 You can tell how far behind I am on my tbr list... 🥲)

And my god, I was not prepared for this. My poor lungs. 🤣

Everyone’s either a retiree, a guy named Skip with a neck tattoo of a flaming dice, or some batshit meth-head who thinks they saw Bigfoot behind the Waffle House.

Well now that just sounds like a lovely neighborhood. Florida just moved two spots up on my bucket list 😂

And now, thanks to a string of weird drownings at a no-name beach town outside Destin, Dean is trapped in the sweaty armpit of the country, baking alive in jeans, while trying very hard not to stare at you.

What a fantastic build up to reader's introduction! Was already fighting for my breath by this time lol. You're really painting a lovely image of Florida and its unhinged inhabitants 😂 (Also, Dean, you're wearing your jeans in this scorching summer heat?! 🫠)

Dean makes a strangled sound that’s supposed to be a word but comes out more like a dog’s dying whimper.

LMAO. My shepherd dog likes to make those very over dramatized, strangled whines when he feels like I'm being unfair (I'm not). That's the sound Dean just made in my head. 🤣🤣🤣

This is some bikini-clad Greek tragedy, starring one dumbass in boots on a beach who can’t stop fantasizing about licking saltwater off your thighs.

Despite the beautiful 'bikini-clad Greek tragedy' 🤣 I just realized again that Dean's wearing his usual clothings? Boy, how are you still alive in jeans and boots and a flannel while she's in a bikini... your feet must be swimming in sweat 🥲 We demand Dean in trunks!

I almost felt sorry for how much reader's torturing Dean. Almost. It's too good to give in. (In my mind she's totally doing it on purpose at least later on 😂)

And at this point I FUCKIN LOST IT 💀

Dean’s soul physically leaves his body. You tilt your head, grinning wickedly. “You want me to suck you off too, Dean?” (...) Jesus fucking Christ. You just– Did you–

I almost choked on my breath and my partner looked up at me asking whether I was okay.

And then you went on with casually adding all the hot fantasies Dean was going through in his mind?? 🥵

Okay but. This was comedic gold.

Your descriptions just kept sending me, like to the point I had literal tears running down my cheeks. I'm in awe of the way you manage to always double down and make me cackle even more after the umpteenth time and only two paragraphs in!

I can't wait to read more of your amazing works, Wayne. 🧡 I've been oggling some of your series from the sidelines ( like Time After Time or Somebody I Used to Know ) for a while now and I hope I'll sometime get the time to dive into those as well. 🥰

Florida!!!

Summary: One fishy monster hunt, one sweaty afternoon at the beach, and one innocent popsicle – Florida is fucking hell for Dean.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: +18 language and smut in the form of dirty fantasies, severe pining, one idiot in love, humor, Florida, one popsicle, unresolved ending & feelings

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: My entry for @chevroletdean's 500 Follower Celebration! Congrats again, lovely, and thank you so much for hosting this challenge and creating this awesome moodboard!! I was immediately inspired (and have wanted to write something set in Florida for an eternity). This was perfect and so much fun! 💛🧡🩵

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Florida can eat his ass.

Dean’s decided this at least seventeen times today. He has known this little fact since the first time he set foot here at nineteen, chasing a ghoul through backyards full of pink lawn flamingos and chainlink fences.

And Dean doesn’t mean the good kind of eating ass, either. Nope, he means the swamp-ass, sunburned, get-mauled-by-an-alligator kind.

Because no matter how pretty the scenery looks – sugar-powder beaches and sea-glass tides, slats of the boardwalk bleached bone-white under a honeyed sky – the whole damn state feels cursed.

It’s humid enough to drown standing still, and the sand sticks to everything, including parts of him he’s not ready to confront.

And between the humidity thicker than chowder and the scent of fried seafood and moldy flip-flops lingering like a bad decision, every drone-sized mosquito here is carrying at least three diseases and a vendetta. The crime rate also looks like a Mad Libs page: “Florida Man assaults alligator while wearing tutu and high on bath salts.”

It’s too hot, too wet, and too damn weird and crazy. Every breath here tastes like sweat, regret, and a hint of swamp water.

Florida’s not even a real fucking state. Can’t be.

Dean’s convinced it’s a bad trip someone had in the ‘70s that somehow got voted into the union. The sun feels less like it’s shining and more like it’s attacking. Everyone’s either a retiree, a guy named Skip with a neck tattoo of a flaming dice, or some batshit meth-head who thinks they saw Bigfoot behind the Waffle House.

Dean hates it with every fiber of his being. Florida is Satan’s back porch.

And now, thanks to a string of weird drownings at a no-name beach town outside Destin, Dean is trapped in the sweaty armpit of the country, baking alive in jeans, while trying very hard not to stare at you.

Which is impossible.

Because you’re right next to him in a little turquoise lounge chair and a skimpy bikini the color of wild citrus – or tangerine, maybe. You hum a little tune – that stupid Weezer song that only plays on the radio during summer. You kick your feet lazily in the sun, flashing him a smile so bright he’s pretty sure it could get him legally blinded.

The bikini strings are tied in neat bows at your hips, a popsicle melting bright mango-orange between your fingers, and you’re working the thing over like it owes you goddamn money with the most sinful mouth he’s ever had the misfortune of knowing.

All tanned legs and unapologetic sunshine. A vision of temptation under the molten saffron sun.

Dean sweats. Internally and externally. Better than that: He is cooked. Absolutely fried. Every casual motion of yours is branding itself into his frontal lobe forever.

Your tongue flickers out again – pink and wet and glistening – smoothing a drip from the rounded tip, completely oblivious to the fact that you’re currently starring in every X-rated daydream Dean’s ever had.

His vision whites out at the edges.

You hum absently, flipping through the manila folder in your lap. Your voice floats over, sweet as saltwater taffy. “So,” you say, casual and sunny, “are we thinking mer-creature, or like, a shapeshifter with a thing for boats and aquatic cosplay? Or what if it’s a water demon? Like a kelpie, but more murdery?”

Dean makes a strangled sound that’s supposed to be a word but comes out more like a dog’s dying whimper.

You blink at him. Tilt your head. Wait.

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah. Mer-thing. Whatever.”

“Or,” you muse aloud, tongue darting out again to lap at a drip, “maybe it’s like–… like a water wraith? Something that sucks the breath outta your lungs?”

You pop the popsicle out of your mouth with an obscene little smack. Dean’s mouth works soundlessly. Because all he can imagine is you on your knees, tongue slick against him, big eyes wide and innocent while you–

Focus, he barks at himself. For the love of fucking God, focus, Winchester.

Dean swallows hard, dragging his eyes off your mouth and back down to the battered folder in your lap.

This isn’t normal. He’s doomed. Maybe even cursed.

Yeah, that’s gotta be it. He’s probably been hit with a lust spell. Florida is full of weird shit, right? That would explain why he’s three seconds away from dropping to his knees and offering to be your loyal, desperate, sunburnt servant.

But then again, this isn’t entirely new either.

You’ve been driving him nuts for goddamn years. Laughing too loud at his dumb jokes. Sitting too close in motel beds when you both casually watch movies. Calling him Winchester in that honeyed voice that makes him feel like he’s being dared to fuck up and kiss you.

And still, he’s always been good. Good at pretending. Good at stuffing all that want somewhere deep under rib and bone and battered leather jackets.

But this? This is fucking torture. This is some bikini-clad Greek tragedy, starring one dumbass in boots on a beach who can’t stop fantasizing about licking saltwater off your thighs.

He should be thinking about the case. About that water-witch or whatever the fuck they are hunting this time. He should be thinking about hex bags and salt rounds, not about how your bikini bottoms ride up just a little when you stretch your arms over your head–

Stop it!

You lean forward to show him something on a photocopied page and tap a newspaper clipping about the latest victim – some unlucky fisherman who swore he saw a “golden-scaled woman” before getting dragged into the shallows.

But the little bow at your hip shifts, skin glinting like bronzed sugar under the clear sky. Dean makes a small, wounded noise in his throat, and his brain immediately supplies another vivid fantasy:

You perched in his lap, that bow coming untied with a lazy pull of his fingers, your thighs slick and hot against him, the ocean thundering in the tropical background while you ride him so slow it borders on a religious experience.

He blinks against the burning sun, feels himself slipping again, heat and blood rushing downward. The image hits him so hard he has to adjust himself in his jeans, subtle as a heart attack.

His dick twitches miserably.

He slouches lower, trying to think of anything not filthy – taxes, Sam’s hair care routine, the time Bobby caught him naked in the kitchen with a meatball sub – but it’s useless.

“Dean? You even listening?” you ask, laughing, poking his leg with your sandy toes.

Dean grunts something noncommittal that might be English, jaw clenched so tight he’s surprised his teeth don’t shatter. He tries to answer. Really, he does. But the words get bottlenecked behind the visual of you dragging your tongue slowly up the side of the melting treat.

You bite your lip, thoughtful, tapping the end of the popsicle stick against your mouth. “Maybe it’s something worse,” you continue. “Like a siren who doesn’t seduce you to death, just… I dunno. Sucks you off and leaves you floating.”

Dean’s soul physically leaves his body.

You tilt your head, grinning wickedly. “You want me to suck you off too, Dean?”

Time freezes. The ocean quiets. The gulls freeze midair. Dean’s pulse slams loud and dizzy in his ears. His world narrows to you, your suntanned legs, the glint of sea-salt crystals on your skin, your bright and glistening mango lips.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You just–

Did you–

He stares at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Huh? What?” he croaks, voice pitched embarrassingly high.

You blink at him, then repeat – slowly, sweetly, “I said: Should we check if it sucks the breath outta people like a leech?”

“Uh, yeah,” he croaks. “Suckin’. Life. Outta dudes. Totally.”

You stare at him a second longer, suspicious, before shrugging and going back to the file.

Dean exhales, trying to will his hard-on into submission through sheer force of shame. You’re systematically dismantling his ability to think in complete sentences. His entire brain is on fire.

His internal organs shut down one by one. He drops his head back against the lounge chair, squeezing his green eyes shut. He is too old, too tired, and too desperately in love with you for this shit.

The sun beats down, hot and merciless, painting everything in shades of clementine and burning copper. Apricot umbrellas dot the beach like slices of candy. The ocean blinks lazy and endless, a rolling quilt of bottle-green and blue-fire sapphire. Seagulls wheel overhead, shrieking insults.

Dean’s mind drifts again.

He imagines dragging you down into the frothy surf, your hands curling into his hair, your giggles swallowed by the sea.

He imagines you mouthing at his jeans, impatient and greedy, while the sun sets behind you in a tangle of electric clementine and bruised lapis skies.

He imagines you kneeling between his legs, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock like you’re taste-testing it, humming around him, sweet and filthy and happy about it.

He imagines you under the boardwalk, hips rocking against his like the waves, bikini strings snapping loose with frantic fingers.

He imagines you bent over the hood of the Impala, bikini tangled around your ankles, hands bracing against the hot metal while he rails you like a man possessed.

He imagines your thighs caging his head, that same lazy, teasing look on your face, and him savoring your taste of sugar and salt and heat, while the whole crazy, humid, goddamn state of Florida spins off its axis.

“You’re quiet,” you chirp, tossing a sideways glance at him. “Florida getting to you?”

Dean clears his throat, gruff. “Yeah. Somethin’ like that, sweetheart.”

You raise your sunglasses, peeking at him over the frames. “You know, Winchester, you’re the only guy on this beach dressed like he’s about to sell used beach towels out of the back of a van."

Dean frowns, looking down at himself: worn boots, jeans, his favorite faded black tee with a sun-bleached flannel thrown over it. Practical. Battle-tested. Entirely inappropriate for beachside Florida.

“First of all,” he says, lifting a finger, “this is classic Americana ruggedness. Chicks dig it.”

You lean your head back and laugh, all bright and cruel. “You’re sweating through your ‘Americana ruggedness.’”

Dean scowls, dripping like a busted fire hydrant. “I told you. I’m not gonna wear fucking board shorts like all the other frat boy idiots here.”

You laugh, the sound bright as bells, and Dean’s heart trips hard enough to hurt.

“You’re gonna die of heatstroke,” you tease. “Right here. Buried in Florida sand. Some old lady’s gonna find your corpse and knit you a ‘Bless Your Heart’ sweater.”

He snorts a chuckle. “I’ll haunt this beach just to piss you off.”

“Promise?” you ask, giving him a cheeky wink.

Dean is about five minutes away from lighting himself on fire. And honestly? Florida would probably consider it normal Tuesday behavior.

Your gaze drifts out to the ocean beyond your feet and sandy calves with a blissful little sigh. “It’s kinda pretty, though, isn’t it?”

Dean looks at you – skin kissed by flame-petals and sunset sugar, hair blowing soft in the briny breeze, popsicle stick clutched between your fingers like a crime scene weapon.

Yeah. Pretty.

Pretty much the goddamn end of him.

“Victim said he saw orange,” you murmur thoughtfully. “Bright, like-… like a koi? A clownfish?”

Dean is about to make a dumb Finding Nemo joke when you lick a bead of melted popsicle off your wrist, slow and absentminded.

And all Dean wants is to dig a hole right here in the sugar-white sand and bury himself alive in this cursed, gator-infested sandpit.

“Dean?”

He snaps back to reality so hard he gets whiplash. “What?” he wheezes.

You arch an eyebrow. “I said, should we check the tide charts? Maybe the creature only comes out during low tide.”

Dean coughs into his fist, face hotter than the sun overhead. “Uh, sure. Tide charts. Definitely. Research.”

But all he can think about is those legs locked around his waist, sand clinging to your thighs as he fucks you into the waves. You moaning into his neck, salty and sweet, fingers yanking at his shirt like you can’t stand to have him dressed another second.

You nibble at the edge of the popsicle, teeth scraping the melting mango sheen, and Dean watches helplessly as a single sticky bead runs down your wrist.

He fantasizes about leaning over, licking it off your skin, trailing his mouth up your arm to your shoulder, your throat, your mouth. He imagines you gasping against him, laughing breathless.

He fantasizes about hauling you out of that chair and onto his lap, mouth on yours, sticky hands sliding under the knot of your bikini top, tugging until you’re bared for him and only him, sunshine turning your skin to gold, and–

Greatly frustrated, Dean runs a hand down his freckled face. Why the fuck can’t he bring himself to stop? You’re unraveling him atom by atom.

But then, the fucking frozen treat drips again, and you lean forward to catch it with your mouth, lips wrapping tight around the end. Dean watches you hollow your cheeks slightly when you suck, head tilted thoughtfully like you’re considering footnotes and not absolutely wrecking his entire being. You pull the melting syrup back again with a soft, wet pop.

At this point, he wants to fucking throw himself into the ocean and let the sharks tear him apart like Hellhounds. He’s pretty sure his soul leaves his body, too.

He grips the arms of his chair so hard they creak in protest, knuckles turning white as he’s trying to tether himself to reality and not his fantasies.

Florida is hell.

You are hell.

And he’s a good man being punished for crimes he hasn’t even committed yet.

Dean shifts in his chair, crossing one leg over the other like that’ll hide the state of emergency going on in his jeans. He’s surprised no one here has asked any questions yet or called fucking 911.

Meanwhile, the world keeps spinning. The ocean rolls in lazy, glassy sheets of turquoise and teal. The sun licks liquid gold down your shoulders. The salt air curls the loose strands of your hair into a halo. And Dean – miserable, desperate, wildly in love – watches you polish off the last inch of your popsicle, tongue flicking the stick clean.

“Earth to Dean,” you sing-song, waving a hand in front of his face and kicking sand lightly at his boots.

Dean jerks back into consciousness. “Yeah?”

“Should we check out the marina witnesses after this?” you ask, tossing your popsicle stick into the trash bucket next to your chair.

Before he can say something catastrophic (like “Marry me right now” or “Please put your mouth on me, I'm begging”), Sam comes jogging up the beach, waving his phone like a savior in flannel.

“Got a lead! Marina worker said he saw something with gills and claws dragging people under.”

Dean launches out of his chair like his ass is on fire. A man escaping execution.

“Awesome. Let’s roll!” he barks, voice too loud and way too eager.

You tuck your notes into your beach bag and sling it over your shoulder, grinning wide and bright as the sunset. The same grin that ruined him long before the bikini did.

You hop up beside him, laughing, brushing sand off your thighs with maddening slow sweeps, and Dean bites back a groan so hard it nearly gives him a hernia.

“You sure you’re okay, Winchester?” you ask, teasing. “You looked like you were about to pass out there for a second.”

“I’m great,” Dean lies, voice strangled, letting the sun melt him into roadkill. “Peachy.”

“You sure? Seriously, you’re a walking heatstroke PSA,” you quip, hip-bumping him lightly as you fall into step beside him.

Dean coughs. “'M fine, sweetheart. Just… dehydration. And Florida. And mermaid murder.”

As you brush past him, the smell of your sunscreen and coconut shampoo punch him square in the gut. Dean follows, trying very, very hard not to watch the way your hips sway like you own the whole damn coastline.

He thinks about how easy it would be to slip his arm around your waist, how natural it would feel to lean in, to kiss you like he’s wanted to for years. Instead, he shoves his hands deep into his jeans pockets and marches grimly through the sand, already planning a quick, ice-cold shower and about eight beers after this job’s done.

Yeah, Florida is one hell of a drug, but you’re the one that fucked him up.

Okay, I may have had way too much fun with torturing Dean here. Forgive me, guys 😂☀️🏝️

Hope you enjoyed this one! 🩵

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Hii! I just want to let you know that your soul bond series is good!! I like that you established the boys as demons first and how the soulbond came into existence. I feel like it’s more real! Like yea they were demons! I really enjoy your writing!! Can’t wait for chpt 3!!

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A glitch in the system ig

Chapter 03 - "Soulbound" Saja Boys x Reader"

CW- this chapter does not fit the theme for the rest of the story, sorry sorry!!

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you wake up to find yourself resting on a broken in couch, cushions made of a filling that has chunks ripped out of it in some places. At least the cotton cover is comfortable.

When you peak your eyes open you notice the water stained coffee table with all sorts of junk covering the surface, and to the left of you is a couch rotated at a ninety degree angle, a girl with obviously dyed hair rests on it while tapping her foot to the beat of the music that is softly pouring from the TV's sound bar.

She seems to notice you when she reaches for the monster can on the coaster.

She smiles and sits up straight to wave before laying against the two pillows that are resting on the couches arm. "Hiya! I'm Bridgette! The author."

Before you can say anything She speaks up again.

"Well, I guess I can't really be calling myself an author since to you this isn't a book...meh whatever I'm whatever you want to call me." She flips over to lay on her stomach while waving her hand dismissively at nothing.

"You are currently in my living room! This is where I do most of the very important work. Unless it's nighttime, then I do it in my bedroom but trust me you do not want to be in there."

She grabs the tall pink can and takes a sip before returning her attention back to you.

"I hope you don't mind me doing this, I just wanted to talk a little bit more about what's happening but I couldn't find a way to fit it in the story and have it make sense. Seriously, I tried."

"Well you haven't clicked off yet so I'll assume it's A-ok to explain it like this."

"Okay so you now have a bond with the Saja Boys, you are aware of that right?" Again she flips over to lay on her back while turning her head to look at me while she talks.

I nod and that triggers another spew of ramblings.

"Perfect! So basically humans can't bond with demons, cause well demons don't have souls and a bond is the connection of two souls butt before the Saja Boys became demons they have already made a bond with other people."

"Don't worry, they don't matter. They are already dead since like the Saja Boys have been alive for a really long time..."

The emphasis on the 'really long time' seems to drag out for a while as she lowers her voice to a whisper.

"But anyway! Your soul is kinda like a hollow cocoon. It's there but it's empty. Long story short you had a partner who was supposed to be your soulmate and then like a day before the bond was going to form that person found someone else who they love and they made a bond like instantly, in return the essence of your soul kinda like shattered? That's why you didn't have a will to live. Cause you were quite literally heart broken."

Whether you nod or not, Bridgette is going to keep talking.

"The Saja Boys took the soul of their partner's to give to Gwi Ma cause that's just want they do, so since the bond was already made it was still there but it wasn't attached to anyone."

You nod but speak up "I understand that, but how does that explain how those bonds connected to me?" The girl nods and sits up against the pillow as she takes a sip of the monster "don't worry, don't worry. It's actually really simple to understand but it's just hard to explain"

"Let me just-"

"Okay, what's needed to make a bond isn't a soul, it's the souls essence. The morals, personality and mindset of one person. You lost that essence and the bond the Saja Boys had was essence with no soul. Get it?"

"If not think of a kinder egg. The chocolate part is the soul, and the little toy inside is the essence of the soul."

"You had the soul with no essence, the Saja Boys had a bond made with soul essence and no soul. So they kinda mixed together and now those bonds are your own...does that explain how having five bonds is possible?"

You nod again, thank fuck. If not then just comment and I'll explain- I mean what?

"Right but why am I so sick from these bonds?" Finally, you're getting answers

"Oooh that? Okay so basically what happened is that heart you had that wouldn't accept love cause of the heart break- yeah it got ripped to shreds and getting a new heart that can beat for a demon as a human is difficult, so imagine that pain and discomfort with five demons. That pain your thinking of is the pain you have now"

"Again, don't worry. As long as one of the Saja Boys is close to you, you won't feel the pain. The closer they are the better you'll feel and the faster the process will get."

That answers your question, and makes you ask another one. "But why would the bond destroy my heart? Couldn't it just heal it or something?"

"Good question"

she responds with a hum of approval

"I have two answers actually. One, it's because only someone with a soul- a filled soul, can fix their heart

and even if those bonds made your soul complete its still technically not your soul anymore.

It's a mix of five others, and since you want to find love you needed a heart that would accept it. Out with the old and in with the new, basically.

Or it's just cause I wanted to write a sick fic, a really intense sick fic."

Next Chapter, by the way. Wink wink.

"Any more questions?" She turns onto her stomach again and looks at you with a hand on her cheek.

"No." You reply while shaking your head. "Is there anything else you would like to say?"

"Uhmm other than thank you for reading this far, not really. I don't think I need to clarify anything else..."

After a few minutes of silence she nods and stands up to plop herself down on the couch you're sitting on to sit beside you. "Well! If you have any questions comment literally anywhere and I'll answer as soon as I can, I try to reply to everyone by the way so even if you just want to comment your thoughts you are free to do that."

"Okay! In the next chapter you'll remember the information I gave you..except for what I just said, but you won't remember where you got it from, who told you it and what I said exactly. You just know how that bond formed, oki doki? And of course, don't worry. I won't pull you back in here, and this won't be brought up again. This is supposed to be an emotional fic not a comedy, Fourth wall breaking one. I really do swear I just had no idea how to explain it."

"Right! Okay so you'll have to go now, don't worry I'm back to posting one chapter per day schedule so it'll be out soon and seriously if you stayed and are willing to continue reading I appreciate you soso much and I am so greatful for you. Love you lots!! MWAHMWAH

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A/N- sorry for the like really late post!! I was genuinely struggling so I just decided to write this instead I hope you don't mind...

[organic-bloodbath]

Seizure

Nam-gyu x Reader

Summary: You get a seizure during one of the games and get help from someone completely unexpected.

A/N: Never imagined to write about this junkie but this gif made me kinda feel things. OOC but idc. Also didn't know if i'd even post this cos it's basically just for myself as someone who has epilepsy and deadass would actually die there bc of it if i didn't get my meds 🧍🏻‍♀️

i'll probably delete this

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When you were about to start the first game, you noticed someone familiar in the distance. At least someone who reminded you a lot about a specific person from your past. No, it couldn't be him… could it?

When you locked eyes with him, you got your answer – it indeed was him.

Nam-gyu.

The boy you had gone to the same middle school with all those years ago. The boy who hung out with your brother after school at your house. The boy who sat next to you during math classes and kept stealing your erasers. The boy who told your first crush that you liked him, just to tease and make fun of you, and you ended up running back home crying. The boy who stared at you a little too long when he saw you in bikinis for the first time when you were 15 years old — though you didn’t seem to be aware of that. The boy who was a pain in the ass for eight years of your life.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" Nam-gyu said when you had returned to the dorm after the first game, standing in front of you with his hands in his pockets. He had a blue ‘O’ patch attached to his green jacket while you had chosen the red ‘X’, dividing you into separate groups, just like back in school.

You hadn't seen him at all in the past 10 years. He had changed a little but not enough to be unrecognizable to you.

"Nam-gyu," you said, crossing your arms. "Long time no see."

As the games progressed, you ended up into separate groups. Nam-gyu was with Thanos, Min-su and Se-mi, while you were with Gi-hun, Dae-ho and Jun-hee. You barely looked at his way, almost forgetting he even was there.

Only once in a while did you spare a glance or two towards his way. However, Nam-gyu was looking in your way a lot more than you did to his; he hadn't seen you at all in a decade and god, how much you had changed. The last time he had seen you, you had been a girl but now you were a grown ass woman.

And pretty as hell too, though that's something he'd keep to himself.

When the hide and seek game was about to start, you examined the triangle key that was hanging on your neck.

"Hope you're still a fast runner like in middle school," Nam-gyu snickered behind you, holding the knife assigned to him and gently tapped your shoulder with the flat side of the blade. "Because i'm gonna hunt you down."

"Yeah?" you said, crossing your arms and tried to look all confident, lifting your chin up high. "I'm gonna wear you off quite quickly."

Nam-gyu left you alone and teamed up with Myung-gi who had changed vests with Jun-hee, now both men in the red team.

During the game, you ended up losing Dae-ho who you had teamed up with, having no idea where he was right now. However, you kept searching for the exit on your own, opening as many doors as you could with your key, but always running into dead ends.

Just after you had entered the next room, Nam-gyu right behind you, you suddenly stopped on your tracks. All you did was stare ahead of you, mind completely blank.

"There you are," Nam-gyu smirked, finally catching up with you, but the arrogance quickly turned into confusion for how you were acting at the moment, not answering to him with some sarcastic remark.

You had suffered from epilepsy since you were 12 years old. Nam-gyu knew that, he had been there when you got a seizure after school. Your brother knew what to do, but all Nam-gyu had been able to do was to watch you from the side since he had never been in that sort of a situation, not knowing what the hell was happening.

You hadn’t gotten a single seizure in the past three years, thanks to your medication, so you hadn’t thought about it here that much before. The medicine had to be taken twice in a day but now you didn’t have it here, having been several days in a row without a single pill.

Oh fuck. No, no, not right now, Nam-gyu thought.

Then, your legs betrayed you but Nam-gyu managed to catch you before you hit the ground, gently laying your body down.

What the hell was he supposed to do?

“She has to stay on her side,” your brother said, turning your body on the side. “Go grab a pillow or something soft to place under her head.”

Nam-gyu didn’t have a pillow here or anything soft. He was on his knees next to you, starting to fully panic what to do. Soft, soft, soft, something to protect your head. Nam-gyu ended up just placing your head on his lap, not restricting your head from moving but making sure you weren’t hitting it on the floor while convulsing.

He wasn't sure how long it took, probably only a minute or two, but it felt much longer than that. Eventually, your body stopped moving and for a second Nam-gyu was afraid you had actually died, having your body completely limp and eyes closed. He put his finger under your nose, feeling air hit his skin. Okay, you were still breathing, you weren't dead.

Nam-gyu was running out of time, and he still needed to find someone to kill. Someone wearing a blue vest. He had killed one player but it was together with Myung-gi, so he had to find another.

Someone like you.

You would have been an easy target, lying on the floor unconscious, still breathing – not able to fight back. But he couldn't get himself to stab the knife through you.

If he simply left you here to lay down all by yourself, someone from the red team might find you and kill you instead. Nam-gyu groaned and rubbed his face, thinking what the hell he should do.

Nam-gyu eventually stood up and walked to a corpse nearby, gathering blood into his hands from the pool of blood the man was lying on. Then, he rubbed the dead man's blood on you: your shirt (both on your stomach and back), face, hands – anywhere to make it look like you were injured and dead.

"This is really fucking nasty but you don't leave me much of a choice," Nam-gyu mumbled. God damn it, he wasn't made to taking care of someone else – he could barely take care of himself.

There was 15 minutes of the game left. As long as you wouldn't move an inch or breathe too loudly, you'd be safe, he was sure of it. Why did he even care? He didn't. If you died… whatever. He didn't give a damn about you. Of course not.

Alright, maybe he did just a little. Maybe he did have a crush on you in middle school but obviously that had already passed. Of course it had.

Nam-gyu shook his head and left the room without looking back.

“Where have you been?” Myung-gi asked, but Nam-gyu just brushed his question off and walked past him, making Myung-gi follow.

When Nam-gyu had killed a blue vested player, along with Myung-gi, he returned to you, still laying on your side. Not dead, just asleep. Untouched.

Nam-gyu shook your shoulder to get you awake. He'd rather get you out of there by himself than have the guards to drag you away.

"Hm?" you mumbled, still half asleep but slowly stirring awake.

"Wakey wakey, princess," Nam-gyu said, looking you into your eyes now that you were awake.

"Don't call me a princess," you managed to mumble, even in your hazy state, brain like scrambled eggs right now.

Nam-gyu helped you to sit up and lean against the wall. You winced and held your head, getting a strong and pounding headache.

"Where are we? What’s going on?" you asked, confused about the entire situation, struggling to remember what had happened.

"Still in the middle of the game," Nam-gyu explained. "You got a seizure."

You just stared at Nam-gyu with narrowed eyes, tired and sensitive to lights which were surprisingly bright at the moment. You tried to make a sense of this situation but your brain was total mush.

"I think i'm gonna throw up," you muttered, feeling something build up in your throat but nothing came out. "How much time is there left?"

"Around five minutes," Nam-gyu replied.

Your head was killing you right now and you were feeling too exhausted to even sit up, so you lowered yourself back on your side, letting your head rest on Nam-gyu's lap.

It startled him a little but he let you stay there, rest on him for those five minutes.

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When it was time for the light’s out, you were afraid of falling asleep. What if you got a seizure in your sleep? You liked to sleep on your back the most but if you did get a seizure at night, you’d probably choke on your own spit. Sleeping on your side didn’t feel so natural to you and you’d almost always eventually roll on your back.

You had an idea in your mind but you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t just go and ask him about it. If it would be okay with him. If he could help you out just for this night. It felt stupid to even consider it an option, surely he’d just laugh at you how ridiculous you were being and make you go back to your own bed.

You had mostly recovered from the seizure earlier and the realization of the entire situation hit hard on your face. You hated others watching you have a seizure, it was so embarrassing. Humiliating. In front of your family it wasn’t as bad but with strangers or people like Nam-gyu — people who already kept teasing and making fun of you? Hell no.

Nam-gyu was awake in his bed when you approached him.

“Already miss me?” he teased.

“Can I…” you started, the words stuck in your throat. Oh god this felt so wrong. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

Nam-gyu instantly sat up, now curious what you were exactly suggesting.

“Wanna sleep with me, huh?” he smirked, eyeing you from head to toe. “Here? While all these other people sleep? Damn, didn’t know you were such a —“

“I didn’t mean like that,” you spat, interrupting him before he’d go into any further details. “I mean just sleeping. Only sleeping. Nothing else.”

Nam-gyu narrowed his eyes, an amused smile spreading on his lips right after. “Thought you couldn’t stand the thought of me sleeping even in the same room with me.”

“What?” you asked, confused what he meant.

“You know, when I’d stay with your brother and —“

“I was 13 years old for fuck’s sake,” you groaned. “Just, can I or do I leave you alone?”

“If you promise not to snore though,” he pointed out.

“I do not snore,” you scoffed.

“Well, you kinda do. I heard it all the way from— Ow!” Nam-gyu started but winced when you hit him on his shoulder.

“Just forget it,” you mumbled and turned around to leave, but Nam-gyu just grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“You can stay if you want to.”

“What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “Seriously?”

“I don’t mind." He shrugged, trying to act all nonchalant, but on the inside he was going crazy at the moment. Having you sleep in the same bed with him? You being the one to suggest it? This had to be some sort of a dream which he would wake up from any moment now.

You hesitantly laid yourself down on the bed, Nam-gyu backing off towards the edge to make room for you. You swallowed while laying your head on the pillow, Nam-gyu breathing on the back of your head. He moved closer to you so that his chest was now against your back, making sure that you wouldn’t roll on your back during your sleep.

Nam-gyu kept his hand on your stomach. “And no funny business with your hands, alright?” you ordered, being able to imagine how his hands would start roaming around your body at night.

“I’ll try to behave,” Nam-gyu smirked.

You already knew this was a bad idea but you couldn’t figure out any other solution to be able to sleep at ease.

When you woke up in the morning, having slept all night without waking up even once, you felt a hand cupping your left breast.

You hit Nam-gyu on his ribs with your elbow, startling him awake.

“Jesus christ, what the hell was that for?” Nam-gyu groaned, pulling his hand away.

“I said no touching with your hands,” you repeated with a firm tone.

“Hey, I’m a guy with a pretty girl in my bed, it’s simply an instinct I can’t control,” Nam-gyu tried to reason with a serious expression on his face. His arm was numb from your weight, feeling pins and needles all around the limb.

You tried the ignore the fact how he called you ‘pretty’, turning your face away just in case you’d blush.

“Whatever,” you mumbled and got up from the bed.

Nam-gyu looked after you when you walked away from him. He had liked you sleeping next to him surprisingly lot, a little too much maybe. Nam-gyu watched for a moment when you talked with player 456 about something.

He had known you for years when you were kids. Back then you were like the annoying little sister to him but now? All grown up and independent? You definitely weren’t like an annoying little sister anymore. Annoying, probably, but otherwise he wasn’t really able to explain what he was feeling.

All Nam-gyu knew was that he wanted you close to him again.

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Before the jump rope game, you were getting anxious. What if you got another seizure while you were standing on the bridge? Well, at least people wouldn’t stare at you too long since you’d instantly drop down anyway — looking at the good sides.

Nam-gyu stared at you, biting your fingernail that you always did when you were stressed. A thought of him carrying you over the bridge to ensure that you would reach the other side safely crossed his mind but he knew he wouldn’t manage to do that. He didn’t trust that you wouldn’t suddenly zone out in the middle, even if it would be just a few seconds, and get swept off by your feet. Nam-gyu was sure that you were afraid of the same thing just by the sight of you at the moment.

His own nerves were going crazy too, the crave — the need — for drugs not being helpful at all, making it all even worse. But the crave, the need, for you was even stronger right now.

Nam-gyu took a deep breath and then walked to you. He grabbed you by your arm, turning your body to face him.

“Wha—“ you started but was interrupted by him crashing his lips on yours, taking you into a deep kiss. He had his hand on the back of your head, making sure you wouldn’t escape his hold before he was done.

You were too shocked to even be able to move. Just when you were starting to actually realize what he was doing and you were able to react to the kiss, he already pulled away.

“Just in case one of us dies,” he whispered and winked, the left corner of his lips rising a little. Then, he let go of you and walked to the bridge without another word.

You just stood there for several seconds, looking after him with red cheeks and lips apart from the shock. Lips that Nam-gyu had just kissed. What the fucking hell got into him, you thought. How were you supposed to concentrate on the game now that you had the memory of him kissing you in your mind?

You shook your head, trying to erase Nam-gyu out of your mind, but he was stuck there for good.

Just focus on jumping at the correct moment. Don't think about it, just concentrate on the rope which will kill you if you don't jump on time. Don't think about how nice his lips had felt, just concentrate on the rope which will swipe you to your death if you don't jump on time.

Jump, step, step, step, jump, step, kiss- stop it, step, jump, his lips- shut the fuck up, jump, gap, fuck there's a gap, jump... You were sweating by now, heart hammering inside your chest. Over half way, you could do it. Don't look at the corpses all the way down there, don't look at them. But the kiss, damn, SHUT UP.

When you jumped to the platform among the other players who had passed the game, you could have fallen on your knees and kissed the ground under your feet.

Your gaze found Nam-gyu standing on the side, looking at the time which was running down second by second. Couple of minutes to go.

You walked up to him and when you were standing right in front of him, you slapped him on the cheek before he managed to say a single word. Not too hard to hurt but hard enough to sting a little.

“Why did you do that?” you spat.

“You were the one to hit me,” he stated, holding his cheek with wide eyes.

“Why the hell would you kiss me like that?” you asked. “That was the worst moment to do that.”

“Yeah? So there’s a right moment for that, huh?” Nam-gyu smirked, and you wanted to slap that smile off his face but managed to keep your cool. You just rolled your eyes. “Call it for good luck.”

“I’m your good luck charm or something?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Something like that,” he smiled. “Come on, don’t act like you didn’t like that.”

“Don’t be so arrogant,” you sighed.

“Well, you didn’t get a seizure so it must have had an effect here,” he said and tapped your head with his finger three times. You brushed his hand away.

“You think you kissing me has the same effect like my medicine?” you scoffed and shook your head. “Delusional as always.”

“I saw the way you blushed after the kiss though,” he smirked, tilting his head to the left.

“I did not,” you denied, though it was useless to lie about it to him at this point.

"Mhm," he hummed, amused at your reactions. He took a step closer and tilted your chin up with his finger, looking directly into your eyes. "Do let me know if you want to sleep together again though."

With a wink, he walked past you, leaving you by yourself with confused thought and feelings and heart beating rapidly.

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[starsfic]

Outfit Montage

So, @enka-antix made very delicious art of a fic I wrote for their really cool Only Beast AU, so I ended up writing another fic for their AU. I ended up writing Shadow Milk from someone else's POV to kinda show how horrifying he is. Plus, an anon mentioned over there the idea of Shadow Milk switching outfits.

They were back where Hollyberry first met Ephemeral Sugar Cookie, with her clamshell and cushion throne and blossoming flowers. The area, however, had been transformed. Blue and white had overtaken it, and it looked like every flower had sharp teeth or claws, and the sugary sweet scent had twisted into something sickly sweet. It was utterly silent- no music played.

Several of Ephemeral Sugar's attendants and guests stood lining the courtyard, as though they were realistic statues. They all had wide grins and blue face markings.

It wasn't until Hollyberry stopped next to one standing in a patch of shadow that she saw the blue strings.

They were wrapped tightly around the wrists and stretched up to an unseen controller. Raspberry reached out and experimentally tugged on the length. There was a faint noise as the wrist moved, and Raspberry immediately dropped the string. Hollyberry's stomach had twisted.

That had been a whimper of pain.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning in and hoping the sugar angel could hear her. "I promise, I'll find a way to get you free-"

"Shadow Milk."

She had failed to notice the figure sitting on Ephemeral Sugar's throne.

Shadow Milk, the Beast of Control... looked nothing like she imagined.

The blue and white and black of him was accurate, as well as the blue souljam he wore, pinning a gossamer shawl around his shoulders. As he adjusted his position, several smaller gems caught the sunlight on a small necklace. She felt something pulse deep in her soul at the sight of the pink gem sitting next to the blue souljam.

However, he looked scrawny and rather young, despite his striking beauty. In fact, he reminded her of Pure Vanilla- even though he was technically the eldest Ancient, he looked barely 25. However, even Pure Vanilla had some weight to him. The figure, sitting in a blue chiton and using magic to flick through outfits, looked like he would be blown away by a good breeze.

"Sugar of Happiness!" he said, his voice distracted. "Good, you're here. Which outfit do you think looks best?"

Ephemeral Sugar blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I need to pick out a proper outfit. My other half is coming to see me soon, and I need to look nice for him." Shadow Milk snapped his fingers, pushing three outfits forward. One looked to be a jester suit, while the second was a lovely blue dress. The third looked to be a combined version of the two-

Wait. Other half...

Ephemeral Sugar stiffened more, her wings twitching. She must have drawn the same conclusion. Hollyberry resisted the urge to lunge at the beast, instead hanging back. Her other half had asked her to leave, but she couldn't just leave her and all of the puppets. Not even for Pure Vanilla.

There was a deep breath as two puppets moved forward, lugging a large mirror, allowing Shadow Milk to snap through several hairstyles. He paused and hummed at a high bun. "You must care very much about him," Ephemeral Sugar said, as though she had a mouth full of nails. "I mean, you're getting all dressed up for him, but nothing for me?" Her laugh was a touch high.

"Of course I do. I know you feel the same way." Shadow Milk turned, and Hollyberry shivered. He was smiling widely, but his eyes were cold. "You're wearing the fancy ombre dress and the really nice rose perfume for Hollyberry. Oh, hi!" He craned his head before he waggled his fingers in greeting. His grin turned sharper. "I didn't see you there."

Yes, he did. He was just playing with his food.

"Anyway," Shadow Milk snapped his fingers, and the mirror, the high bun, and the outfits disappeared with a pop of blue confetti. "Since we're all here and I've gotten my fashion advice," He stood up and his souljam gleamed. "I do need the two pieces of your souljam."

Ephemeral Sugar slammed up from the ground, hard enough to crack the marble, drawing out a bow and arrows. She was no longer the lazily beautiful angel who had welcomed Hollyberry to her garden. "I'm afraid not. Surrender peacefully, and I won't have to hurt you."

Shadow Milk sighed and then shrugged, a wide grin contorting his young-looking face. "Welp! More fun for me!"

Blue strings slammed from behind.

[chiisana-sukima]

Anyway, when I was a young adult, I was a lot like Dean. I had a leather jacket and a v8 Camaro and was an EMT and, god, i loved driving way too fast and going into hellholes and carrying people out and doing cpr in the back of the rig and then going to roast beef joints and getting heart attack food about it. I hated pink and cute things and dolls and I might have had one single plushie that my foster sister gave me when I was a little girl (gn) that I was kind of ashamed of but wouldn't quite give up.

I went to nursing school though, and one of my friends brought me to ACoA (adult children of alcoholics), and she liked disney cartoons, and I said I especially hated Eeyore because he was so fucking sad all the time. And she said "he's so children know it's okay to be sad".

I am grateful to so many people in my life, and she is one of them. She opened my heart and made it larger and gave me more room for joy. I still love fast cars (I have a little two seater now) and roast beef grinders and I would still love saving people if I wasn't too disabled to do it anymore, and I think "how many people do you have to save"/"all of them" is a perfectly fine ethic to base your life around. But my daughter's very femme and I'm so immensely grateful I didn't get my gender stuff on her and it turns out I love plushies and I love Eeyore and cute things and the world is just beautiful and huge.

It's okay to not be strong all the time. That's a very hard lesson for me even to this day. It's okay that the human experience is too large for diametrically opposed categories to contain.

I think I would have turned out nonbinary even if my dad hadn't been the horrible, fucked up person he is. Curiosity and expansiveness seem innate in me along many different axes. But he was the horrible, fucked up person that he was, and I couldn't stand to experience my relationship with him as a girl, so I experienced it as a boy instead. Whatever one might think of that politically, I was ten years old, that's the way it was, and the past can't be changed.

For International Nonbinary People's Day, I would like to sincerely, with all the love in my heart, thank my friends on samblr who have graciously filled the role of my friend from nursing school for me, and allowed me to experience my past as a little girl too. And I especially want to thank bit @ptolemaeaszns for her Mini-Sam Saga. I haven't played with dolls since I was ten.

Anyway, here's my Sammy. He's not finished (eyes need painting, crown needs beads, hair needs fixing etc etc) but he's a big project and will take a while. He's a man. Sort of. Whose pronouns are sometimes he/him and sometimes she/her and sometimes I'll be kind to her and dote on her and dress him in a purple dog shirt and sometime i'll misgender him on purpose and send him to Hell and put her in chains and a wedding dress (Lucifer dressed her). Because life is too large to be contained by one means of expression. He's strong and weak. A basementwife and a stone cold killer. The Girlking of Hell and an innocent lamb sent to slaughter. There's no contradiction here. The world is big and so are we.

[royaltysuite]

Warnings: Fingering (m receiving), desperation, light smut, Dom/sub dynamics, hints to heavy smut, sub!Abby, dom!Reader, just love seeing a muscly man getting dominated, sensual touches, etc...

"Abby! How many times have I told you to pick up your shirts from the floor?" I shouted into the house as I walked through the door. Of course, I didn't receive a response. Letting out a sigh, I picked up the rest of his shirts and made my way towards our shared room.

As I crept up the stairs, I started to hear some muffled noises coming from our bedroom. "So, he's in here but didn't want to respond? What's he up to now?" I muttered, a bit annoyed. Once I reached the door to our room, I opened the door and what I saw was not at all what I was expecting.

The sight in front of me could've been from a porno. Abby was perked up on the bed, his ass in the air while he fingered himself in what looked to be a desperate attempt to cum. "Haah, a-agh~~~ Mommy, need help~~~" He whimpered, his voice wet with unshed tears. "Now, what do we have here? A certain somebody being disobedient and breaking the most important rule I set, hmm?" I chided, clicking my tongue.

"Mhmm, I'm sorry, mommy~~~ I couldn't help it, needed it so bad!" Abby whimpered, not stopping his movements. "Well, since you need to cum so bad, I'll just sit here and watch you cum all by yourself" That seemed to halt his movements as he froze in utter disbelief. You weren't going to help him in his time of desperate need? How dare you do that to him?

"I can see those gears turning in your head. And I'm telling you right now you're going to cum but not by my hand. I'll guide you and when you finally reach that edge, I'll stop you right at that point. That way you realize that the only one who will make you cum....is me." I stated, my voice falling into a whisper as I leaned closer into Abby's ear. With each whisper, I left tantalizing touches along his spine.

Each touch sent shivers all over his body and with each word, Abby could feel himself getting lost in his pleasure. Before he knew it, the tight coil in the pit of his stomach snapped and streams of hot cum splattered along the bed-sheets. Abby let out a broken, sobbing moan as I helped guide him through one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had.

Basking in the afterglow of his sex high, I pulled Abby closer to me and started to plant feather-light kisses on the back of his neck before whispering. "I hope you're prepared because after this small little break, we won't stop until the sun rises tomorrow."

Hearing that, Abby whipped his head only to find a devilish smirk plastered across my face. Oh gods, he's not gonna be able to sit for a long time...

[esther-dot]

In working on my JEALOUS JON FIC LIST, I stumbled across a time when certain s7 events were disappointing to Jonsas, so they looked elsewhere to have some fun, all the while knowing, Dickon would only live for a few more days...

2017 AUGUST 8 - first post I could find about it:

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2017 AUGUST 11 - Everyone 100% knew poor Dickon was toast, so it was a ship in defiance of the GoT gods...

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2017 AUGUST 11 - Sansa Stark x Dickon Tarly gifset

2017 AUGUST 11 - True Knight 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 fic series by @zip001

When they brought him to her, this bandaged giant of a man on a stretcher, she gasped and initially thought it was Sandor. He was dying. She had hoped that those rumors of his death, the death of the Hound, were wrong about him as they were about her. She had no wings. Jon held her shoulders as she was still trembling. “He is Sam Tarly’s younger brother. He needs comfort.” Sam, Sam was Jon’s closest friend at the Wall. This was his younger brother, like Ric- He should not die alone.

2017 AUGUST 11 - An Unexpected Song ficlet

Sansa marries Dickon For Reasons, is pleasantly surprised. and sequel

2017 AUGUST 12:

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2017 AUGUST 12 - where jon meets someone brave gentle and stronger and immediately needs to fight him gifset

2017 AUGUST 12 - Everyone loves a good hard Dicksa ficlet by @vixleonard

The direwolf scares him.  Dickon wouldn’t ever voice such a concern, especially since he’s seen Sam scratch its ears like a common dog, but King Jon’s white wolf is a fierce thing to behold.  There’s nothing like it in the Reach, and though its never made a move on Dickon, he’s wary of it. His lady wife finds this hilarious.

2017 AUGUST 13 - Dickon & Sansa | I'll crawl home to her (AU) video edit

2017 AUGUST 13 The Measure of a man 2k

Preparations for Sansa's wedding are shaping up rather nicely.

2017 AUGUST 13:

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This, “even when we lose, we win!” attitude is something I deeply love about our fandom. 💗

A lot of Sansa fans, not just Jonsas, got in on it, and even though their fears were correct and Dickon did get toasted, death cannot stop shippers, the shipping continued!

GIFSETS - CANON AUs: #I will not. - aggressive!Sansa/adorkable!Dickon (2017 AUGUST 17) - AU + SANSA AS THE LADY OF HORN HILL (2017 AUGUST 25) - the new Lord and Lady of Horn Hill (awkwardly) starting their life together (2017 SEPTEMBER 1) - dickon survives and joins winterfell with dany’s army, where he meets sansa (2017 SEPTEMBER 7) - wedding at winterfell (2017 OCTOBER 3) - looking (2017 NOVEMBER 24)

GIFSETS - MODERN AUs: it looks liked they're in a calvin klein commercial (2017 AUGUST 17) - because she has red hair and he is melting (2017 SEPTEMBER 12)

GIFSET OTHER AUs: Dicksa sail the Dicksa ship themselves. - GOTxBlack Sails  AU (2017 AUGUST 22)

EDIT CANON AUs: Dickon at Battle of the Bastards (2017 AUGUST 14) - Y’all, Dickon is going to have such a good time on Bear Island (2017 AUGUST 14) - i'll be your soldier (2017 AUGUST 23) - maybe we should kiss a little (2017 SEPTEMBER 10) - beautiful and kind but sad (2018 FEBRUARY 15) - It must be the hunter's moon (2018 NOVEMBER 29) - Sansa and Dickon found love into each other's arms. (2019 JULY 30)

EDIT MODERN AUs: sweet winter (2017 AUGUST 25) - city girl, country boy au (2017 OCTOBER 7)- And I wanna kiss you (2019 MAY 8) - Sansa can already count on more than one hand the amount of times her and Sam’s brother, Dickon, have been mistaken for a couple at this wedding (2019 AUGUST 25) - i do for the rest of my life (2019 SEPTEMBER 7)

EDIT OTHER AUs: phantom of the opera (2018 FEBRUARY 24) - pirate au (2020 JULY 14)

And there are more fics!

Those skies, they soon will clear (in my life, now you’re here) 2k (2017 AUGUST 14)

Let's just pretend the Tarlys bent the knee and Dany didn't turn them into grilled meat. Or, what could have happened if Dickon's arms were still attached to his torso and the world of Westeros were a much brighter place.

The Warmth Of Close Observation 1k (2017 AUGUST 18)

A sweet homecoming

Give My Hands Their One True Purpose ficlet (2017 AUGUST 19)

He wears his hair cropped short and close to his head, a style completely unlike the shaggy length favored by the men of the North. Sansa delights in touching it, in letting the pleasing bristle of it sift through her fingers. She loves to leave it mussed and untidy; it makes him look so boyishly handsome that the remnants of her young girl’s heart throbs as it once had for a boy who was entirely unworthy.

The Snow It Melts The Soonest When The Winds Begin To Sing by @blackholeofprocrastination (2017 AUGUST 22)

Super buff Dickon throwing sacks of grain around Winterfell? You’re talking my language nonny!

Jon has to marry them fast because she’s pregnant. ficlet by @justadram (2017 AUGUST 24)

“You wanted to see me?” Sansa asks, her furs sweeping the rushes, as she comes to stand before Jon. “I did,” he says, pushing himself to his feet from where he was seated, pouring over a map and trying to focus on battle plans with Dickon’s words playing over in his head. “I had an interesting meeting with Dickon Tarly this morning.”

Dickon arrives in the North and meets Sansa ficlet by @justadram (2017 AUGUST 30)

She notices the awkward reunion between Sam and Dickon Tarly, as awkward as the reunions she had with her own younger siblings. It is familiar to her, the way they don’t seem to know what to say to each other, the ghosts that seem to follow them, the way they try in spite of everything. She sees how the younger brother treats Gilly with the respect most men deny women. She hasn’t seen him be disrespectful yet. Not with anyone.

counting the stars ficlet (2017 AUGUST 31)

Dickon wakes alone, in a haze of confusion–he hasn’t heard Sansa leave the bed, but when his eyes open she is not there besides him. His panic lessens when he glimpses her nightgown through the curtains when a soft summer breeze stirs them.

modern, wedding au ficlet (2019 AUGUST 16)

He was taller than her, broad and bulking and with a head of nicely styled light brown hair. Frankly, he was attractive, but in a way that had fucked her over before. An “I know I’m attractive” sort of attractive. 

[rekino2114]

How about prompt 4 with the protag girls since most of them have ponytails? Maybe y/n even comments on their ahoge

Helping the protags girls do their hair

Kaede akamatsu (drv3)

Today was an important day for kaede, she had a very important recital she had to play in and so you being the good partner you are decided to help her with the things she had to do to prepare

You helped her pick out a fancy dress, complimenting her on how beautiful she looked, and heard her practice the song she had to play one last time, just like you had done during all the week, she played beautifully like always and you were so proud of her

About 30 minutes before the scheduled recital you decided to check on her going to her room

"Hey kaede are you ready? We're supposed to go now"

"O-oh yeah y/n don't worry I'm almost done"

You saw her trying to put on make up in front of her mirror

"OK then I'll go wai-"

"Wait sorry babe, could you help me with something?"

"Uh? Sure what?"

"Could you brush my hair? I forgot to and now I don't know if I have time to do it well"

"O-oh sure"

You picked up the hairbrush from the nearby table and started combing kaede's hair while she continues putting her makeup on, you were a bit nervous as this was the first time you would be doing something like that and you were scared of messing up her hair before such an important event, that was until you heard her voice encouraging you

"You're doing great"

"Hm?"

"I can see it in the mirror, you're doing an amazing job with my hair"

"......t-thank you"

"It's nothing love"

You smiled now much more confident in what you were doing and kept on brushing her hair until you noticed something weird happening

"Uh......hey kaede, is your ahoge supposed to be doing that?"

"Hm? What do you-"

As soon as kaede looked up in the mirror she blushed seeing that her ahoge had formed into a heart

"Ehhh......n-no...I....can't say it ever did that before"

You chuckled and continued brushing her hair

"Well maybe it's another sign that you love me a lot"

"Hehe, yeah that's probably it, you doing this is making me love you even more"

"Don't mention it, it's the least I could do"

After you finished with the brushing, you put the brush aside

"So what do you think?"

"My hair looks wonderful thank you so much"

"Does it? I think it looks the same as always"

"Maybe, but knowing you did it for me makes it look way better"

Kaede got up from the chair and looked into your eyes

"Thanks so much my love"

You two kissed for a while before your girlfriend grabbed your hand and led you outside

"Come on let's go now, I made sure to book a special seat for you, I hope you'll like my performance"

"I have no doubt I will"

Sora (sdra2)

"Hey y/n, can you help me out?"

You groggily rubbed your eyes and looked towards your girlfriend who was still stretching and yawning

"With what?"

"My hair, can you help me tie it?"

Now that she mentioned it your gaze drifted to her hair and you saw that they were completely down

"Why?"

"Cause I just woke up and don't feel like doing it myself"

"I'm tired, i just woke up too"

"Come on, can you just do it? I'll give you a kiss"

".....you seriously think a kiss is enough to bribe me?"

".......maybe?"

You sighed and got behind her

"Knew it would work"

"Just to be clear, I'm doing this because I love you not just because of the kiss"

"Don't worry I know"

"So where's the hair tie"

"Oh yeah I think it's......."

Sora started to dig in her skirt pocket before handing you her red hair tie

"Here you go"

"Thanks"

You grabbed the object she handed to you and started to tie her white hair in the long ponytail you usually saw her with

"You know I never realized how long your hair actually is"

"I guess it's cause I usually don't let it down often"

"It looks really pretty though"

"Thanks"

After you finished tying her hair sora stroked her ponytail before smiling and turning around to face you

"It looks great"

"Thank you, I just did it as I usually see you styling it"

"Now I think you deserve your reward~"

After saying that sora pressed herself against you before passionately pulling you into a kiss

".....if I get more rewards like this then I probably should start helping you do your hair more often"

Sora giggled and kisses your cheek

"And I'd be more than happy to give you those rewards anytime you do"

Teruko tawaki (drdt)

"Dammit! Where is it?"

"Hey teru why are you-"

You walked in teruko's dorm and you saw it was......messy at best, a lot of the stuff was dumped on the floor and all of the drawers were completely open with most of the stuff inside scattered carelessly

But perhaps the most surprising thing you saw there was teruko.....more specifically the fact that she had her hair down something you rarely saw

"......oh"

"Y-y/n!?"

"Why were you screaming?"

"You could hear me?"

"Yeah......you left the door open"

"........seriously?"

You walked closer to her as she stopped crouching and looked at you

"Yes....so I assume you were looking for something?"

"Yeah my hair tie, I can't find it anywhere"

"So that's why you let your hand down"

Teruko nodded and sighed before resuming her search on the floor. She looked over the same spots again before turning around and being surprised by finding you crawling on the floor too

"....y/n what are you doing?"

"Helping you look for your hair tie"

Teruko blinked in surprise before smiling slightly

"Thank you"

Eventually you did find her hair tie, in a place teruko swore to have checked at least three times but she just chalked it up to her luck

"Thanks a lot y/n"

"It's nothing"

"So.....can you give me the hair tie?"

"Why don't I help you tie your hair?"

"Hm?"

"You struggled finding the hair tie so why don't I help you in this?"

Teruko blushed but nodded at your suggestion

"O-ok"

You smiled and started to do just that with her brown hair, but before finishing you looked closer at the end of the ponytail you had just made and noticed the grayish white lower part of her hair

"Oh yeah I forgot this part of your hair was white, did you dye it?"

"........n-no it's natural"

"Really?"

".......yeah"

You noticed her voice was weirdly shakey when talking about that, or maybe it was simply because of the closeness so you decided to not pursue the matter anymore

"OK it is done"

Teruko moved to look at herself in the mirror and then at you

"Thanks again"

"Don't mention it, and also here"

"Hm?"

You handed her another hair tie very similar to the one she now had

"......why?"

"Just in case you lose another one, come to me and I'll get you more if you want"

She blushed again at how nice you were

"N-no I'll just be more careful"

"....ok, if you say so and if you need more help with your hair call me"

".......thank you so much"

Akira hayasaka (drhd)

"This doesn't work either!"

Akira grunted again before completely untying her hair to your surprise

"Huh.....Kira...what are you doing?"

"Trying to find a good hairstyle for my next Instagram post"

"....is it....that important? Can't you just use the one you normally have?"

"I felt like doing something different, and also, if I post every picture with the same haircut my followers are gonna get bored"

"I...really don't think they care this much"

"Hey I'm the influencer here and i know they will"

".....sure, so what did you think about doing?"

"That's the issue, I tried twintails, but they it looks so bad on me. You have no idea, and then....I'm too lazy to try anything more complicated than that"

".....oh"

Akira sighed before turning back to the mirror and holding her hair in different styles trying to see what worked

"Then...why don't you just keep it like that?"

"Hm?"

"Keep your hair down, it looks good"

".....you think so? Doesn't it look unkempt?"

"No it's great, it's pretty long but that's part of the charm"

".......huh"

The ultimate assassin/social media sensation let go of her hair letting it fall down, looked back in the mirror and smiled

"....you know what? You might have a point"

She grabbed her phone and tried out a few poses before snapping a picture of herself and especially her long purple hair, she then posted it on her account and smiled

"It doesn't look too bad, thanks"

"Don't mention it, you look beautiful with any hairstyle in my opinion and I just know your followers will agree"

"Eh, well then I assume you don't mind helping me do my hair back up again"

"Not at all"

You got up and tied her hair back into the familiar ponytail, but before you could tell her you were finished, she turned around side, hugged you, and took a selfie of the two of you

"Huh....why?"

"Cause then I can tell everyone you did my hair"

"You didn't have to include me in the photo"

"Come on you know I like showing you off"

"....that's true"

"Oh comments are already coming in, and they're all saying I look good with both hairstyles so I guess you were right"

"Of course, I know you better than anyone after all"

Akira smiled and kissed your cheek

"That you do y/n"

Sara chidouin (yttd)

"Hey sara!"

You shouted immediately as soon as you saw sara exit the school, when she saw you walking up to her she beamed and immediately hugged you

"Y/n! You waited for me?"

"Of course, we have a date after all"

"Thanks, now I'm even more hyped to go"

You held each other's hands and started walking while making conversation, until you looked at Sara's head and noticed that her hair wasn't in the usual ponytail but just let completely down

"Did you untie your hair during kendo?"

Sara looked at you confused for a bit before she touched the back of her head feeling her hair

"Oh yeah I did, I like it better this way when I train....guess I forgot to tie it back up...do you mind waiting a second?"

She grabbed a hair tie from her bag and sat on a nearby bench. You followed her as she reached behind her head to tie her long hair, but you stopped her by gently grabbing her hands

"Let me help"

Sara blushed but nodded, letting you grab the hair tie while she guided her hands to her lap. You grabbed her hair with one hand and formed the ponytail while slipping the hair tie in

"This part of you hair is so pretty"

"Huh?"

"This horizontal line here, it kinda looks like those Roman crowns made out of leaves"

"Huh....I guess kinda"

"That makes sense since you're a warrior and all"

Sara giggled and looked up at you

"Still with that samurai thing?"

"That is your title isn't it?"

"I guess, well I was the best during training today so....."

"I knew it, that's my warrior girlfriend, with beautiful hair too"

You let go of her hair as soon as you were finished. Sara touched the ponytail and smiled at you

"Thanks y/n"

"It's the least I could do"

She got up and gave you another hug while kissing your cheek and grabbing your hand

"Now let's go eat something, it's on me since you helped me with the hair"

"Hehe, now doing your hair gets me a free meal"

"No being an amazing partner does, plus many more benefits"

You kissed her cheek back and held her hand tighter

"Than I'll be continue being the best partner I could possibly be for you"

[separatist-apologist]

heaven and hell were words to me

no grave could hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her

Summary: When Elain finds herself unexpectedly divorced, she makes a spontaneous decision to buy a run down farm house outside the city. Elain expects to find the pieces of herself among the rubble- she doesn't expect love in the form of her next door neighbor and his eight year old son.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Read on AO3 | @elucienweekofficial

It had been two weeks since Elain had vacated her apartment and moved into the farm house that was currently unlivable.

A week since she’d met the Vanserra’s next door whom she now spent every day with. She was becoming impossibly fond of Rowan, though she knew she shouldn’t. He had a mother. She knew because one morning three days ago, Rowan had come over on roller skates and Arina had used some plywood to construct a little ramp. Of course, he’d gone full throttle up it only to land on his elbows and knees. Lucien had murmured, “your mother will kill me for this,” which had, strangely, made her heart sink. 

Not that it mattered—she was still stalking Graysen online, though less than before. She was so tired that some nights, after everyone was gone and it was just her, Elain made her way out to her car, set up her little makeshift bed in the back, and passed out before she could look at his latest story. 

In some ways, it was kind of nice not to know what he was doing. Knowing made her feel insane, made her want to crawl out of her skin and claw at her throat. It was as if his life had improved a million times over when he’d left her, and he didn’t miss her at all. Meanwhile, Elain still had this yawning cavern in her chest, a hole Graysen had once filled.

That night, she fully intended to do a deep dive of his socials, even after she’d sworn to Arina that she’d blocked him. Slipping beneath a blanket, Elain had just pulled out her phone when she heard rapping on the window.

Heart pounding, Elain slowly sat up and pulled off her window shade. “Oh, thank God,” she whispered. For a moment she was certain it was someone who’d come to kill her. Instead, Lucien Vanserra stood on the opposite end of the window, phone light shining off to the side.

Elain opened the door, stepping out in her striped sleep shorts and white tanktop, embarrassed he’d caught her in a lie. “Hey,” she said, sweeping her long, thick hair to one shoulder. The humidity was almost unbearable, heavy and oppressive against her already warm skin.

“Come on,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him. 

“I’m fine,” she stressed, though Elain took a step toward him all the same. The thought of sleeping somewhere cold, somewhere that allowed her to stretch out her legs, seemed like a fever dream.

“Really, it’s just temporary.”

“I’m not going to let you sleep in your car when I have space in my house,” Lucien replied firmly. “Stay until your place is ready.”

Elain bit her bottom lip. “Are you sure?”

“I insist,” Lucien replied. That was all the encouragement Elain needed. He waited while she gathered up her things, taking a heavy bag filled with her clothes and toiletries and slinging it over his broad, well-muscled shoulder while she carried the rest. 

“This is generous of you—you’re already doing so much,” Elain began, the gravel from the road crunching beneath her feet. 

“It’s nothing at all,” Lucien assured her. “What if a bear got you in the middle of the night? What would I tell Rowan?”

She cracked a smile, hidden in the darkness. Overhead, a crescent moon offered very little light. Unlike the city, there were no street lamps to illuminate the way. All they had was Lucien’s innate knowledge of the path ahead. There was something familiar about it, all the same—like she instinctively knew how to walk through this sort of darkness as her ancestors must have done hundreds of years before. 

“He’d want to know all about the bear,” Elain joked. 

Lucien chuckled. “But afterwards, he’d be angry that I didn’t offer you a safer place to sleep.”

“I’m not complaining. That much, anyway,” she added hastily, feeling the look he was giving her. Elain wanted to ask Lucien what his wife thought about all this, but likely she was impossibly cool about the entire thing. She didn’t have to worry about another woman because Lucien was faithful.

He didn’t seem the type to have an instagram—or post about his amazing, cool adventures on his stories to make his exes jealous. Great. She was jealous of Graysen and Lucien’s beautiful wife. 

Whatever she’d imagined his house to be like was nothing like the reality. A tiny, picturesque cottage lay a good quarter mile from the road, connected by a path lined with solar lights that looked like daisies. Rows of neat hydrangea bushes framed the porch, neatly trimmed by someone's loving hand. A porch swing moved on a phantom breeze and the door, painted a cheerful yellow, held a floral wreath that looked real. 

“When the swing moves like that, Rowan claims it's the ghost sitting outside.”

“You have a ghost?” she asked, immediately charmed. 

“No, but when he was little, anytime something went missing I would blame it on a ghost. It stuck, and now everything is because of our ghost.”

“Is it just the two of you?” she dared to ask as Lucien let her inside. A blast of cold hair cooled her sticky skin, causing her to sigh softly.

“His mother died when he was very little,” Lucien said, leading her from the entryway into a cramped, yet cozy living room. “It’s been me and him ever since.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, “she said with all the sincerity she could muster. “For what it’s worth, I think you’ve done a wonderful job with Rowan by yourself.”

“Thank you,” Lucien said. His eyes drifted toward the mantle, where several framed pictures of his late wife were framed. She was beautiful, Elain thought, looking at the dark haired, dark eyed woman. She had a smile—the sort that seemed to light up the whole room. She could practically hear her laughter ringing in the silence. “I try to keep her memory alive for him since he has so few of when she was alive.”

Elain smiled. 

“I ah…I don’t mean to pry, or anything, but Rowan told me you were recently divorced?”

Elain’s heart dropped into her stomach.

“He heard you and Arina talking about it,” Lucien added hastily. “I shouldn’t—I mean, what I meant to say was that I understand loss, that’s all. If you, ah…fuck. I’m so sorry. I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“No, it’s alright,” Elain told him, sitting on the black leather couch. “I’m getting used to being single again.”

“It’s rough,” Lucien agreed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve forgotten how to talk to women that aren’t a headstone.”

Elain smiled despite herself. “The last time I was in the dating pool, I was a teenager. I can’t even bring myself to look at the apps.”

“Don’t—they’re awful,” Lucien said earnestly. “I don’t know how anyone finds love on there. I hear it happens, but I can’t figure out how.”

“Oh yeah? Did you go on a few bad dates?”

“That’s putting it mildly,” he replied, grinning. “I’m convinced there’s some kind of screening quiz for the worst people you know, and if you score low enough, you’re allowed in.”

“Maybe you’re the problem. Did you ever think about that?”

Lucien laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made her skin tingle. “All the time, actually.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence for a moment before Lucien sighed, cheeks slightly flushed. “Anyway, let me show you to your room. You can stay as long as you need to.”

She followed him down the hall into a room that was obviously his. For a moment, Elain marveled at the space. It was organized and neat with a bed pushed against a wall, the ornate, wooden headboard making the whole space feel almost regal.

He had artwork framed on the walls—mostly bands he liked, though there was one photograph of a skyline she didn’t recognize. Pillows were organized along the cream bedspread and a dresser held a large mirror across the room. 

He’d mounted a television to the wall, and drawn the curtains on two lovely windows. He had a desk set up, clearly for work, neatly organized just like the rest of him. Elain turned. “I can’t sleep here. The couch is fine.”

“My mother would never forgive me if I took the bed and left you on the sofa. Please,” he added when she opened her mouth to protest. 

“It feels wrong.”

“I’ve spent many a night on that couch—we’re practically old friends,” Lucien told her, setting her bag down with a soft finality. “Sleep well.”

And with that, Lucien closed the door and left her to her thoughts. Was he not afraid she’d go through his things, pick through all his dirty little secrets? Elain walked to the wooden dresser and opened the first drawer to find socks and underwear, neatly folded. She closed it quickly, embarrassed. 

Well, what did she expect? 

Elain pulled down the corner of his blanket, nearly groaning when she slid between cool, soft sheets. Overhead, a fan whirred pleasantly, drawing even more cold air around her. It was far better than suffering in her stuffy car, too afraid to roll down a window despite the heavy heat. 

It felt strange to be in another man's bed, even if the man in question had closed the door and left her on her own. Elain kept waiting for something to happen—for him to knock on the door, to slip in beside her, to…

He didn’t. She heard him cough once from down the hall, and when she crept out a little while later, she found him asleep on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. Her eyes drifted back to the dark mantle and the picture of his wedding day. It didn’t seem fair that someone like Lucien wouldn’t be happily married when he so clearly loved the idea of a family. 

Creeping back to his bed, Elain fully intended to look up Graysen. Was it pathetic how involved in his life she still felt, watching those stories like a sick voyeur? Like somehow he was trying to communicate with her, despite how silent he’d been since he’d walked out of that law office.

Not you. Never you.

Elain slid her phone beneath her pillow. Ignoring the bubble of anxiety in her stomach, she buried her face in Lucien’s soft pillow and inhaled the soft, masculine scent of him. Eyes closed, she expected to find sleep near impossible until she saw Graysen’s face. It wasn’t. Elain fell asleep quickly and for the first time since Graysen had left, Elain dreamt of nonsense that had nothing to do with him.

She woke to soft voices floating down the hall. Male voices, punctuated by the excited, high pitched tones of a little boy. Did Lucien have guests over? Elain wished he had a bathroom that connected to his bedroom. When she opened his bedroom door, cringing at the creaking hinge that hadn’t been there the night before, all the voices stopped abruptly.

“Is someone over?” 

“Mind your own business.”

Elain closed the bathroom door with a thud, heart hammering. She needed a shower so badly that she decided it was worth the noise—she’d been bathing out of the sink in her house which was a logistical nightmare. 

It was quiet by the time Elain finished, slipping into the hall freshly washed, dressed, and ready for the day. She’d pulled her hair into two thick plaits on either side of her head. She expected to be alone at the breakfast table, but there, seated between Lucien and his son, was another man with the same auburn hair the other two had. 

He stood the moment he saw her with a grin that told Elain he’d waited purposefully just to see who else was there. Rowan, too, practically leapt out of his seat which resulted in overturning his cup of milk all over the table. Lucien pushed away before it could drip into his lap, eyes fully narrowed on this other man.

They had to be brothers, she decided. Their features were similar, though not uncanny. The man beside Lucien was just as tall, though his build was a little leaner. Lucien was all muscle like he lifted weights—this man reminded her more of Arina. Maybe he ran? 

Why did she care? 

Still, his skin was starkly pale in comparison to Lucien’s, his freckled far more stark. His eyes were also closer to amber than the russet shade of Lucien’s, rimmed with a vibrant gold. There was something about him that felt familiar, though Elain couldn’t say what, exactly. He was handsome, though, with the same aristocratic features Lucien had. 

“Well, who do we have here?” he asked, extending a well manicured hand toward her.

“Elain!” Rowan cried, worming his way between the pair to hug her around the middle. The man before her arched a brow. “This is my Uncle Eris.”

“He was convinced I had a date over,” Lucien added, his ears bright pink. “Couldn’t convince him otherwise.”

“Elain Archeron,” she said, taking Eris’ hand while running the other through Rowan’s wild curls. She almost said it was a pleasure, but she hadn’t decided if that was true or not. 

His brow furrowed. “Any relation to Nesta Archeron?”

Oh God, had he and her older sister dated? He did seem like the type. “She’s my sister.”

“Do you like her?”

Elain’s eyes narrowed. “I do.”

Eris withdrew his hand, glancing down at his nephew who was peering up at him with big, doe-like eyes. “She’s…formidable in the courtroom.”

“So she hates you?” Elain guessed. Lucien had mopped up the milk spill and beckoned for his son to finish breakfast so Elain, too, could sit down. 

“Oh, definitely,” Eris agreed with a slick grin. 

“Don’t let him fool you. Everyone hates Eris,” Lucien added, turning back to the phone in his hand he’d been scrolling. “Sounds like your sister is smart.”

“I don’t hate Uncle Eris,” Rowan chimed in, twisting to grin at his uncle. 

“And that's why I’ve left everything to you in my will,” Eris replied, beckoning for Elain to sit between him and Rowan. “I want to hear everything about Elain Archeron, however. Let’s start with why you were sleeping in my little brother’s bed.” Eris propped his chin on his fist, batting his eyes in an exaggerated manner. Elain wanted to sink into the floor and die, though she didn’t. She took a breath.

And then another.

—

Eris was on Lucien’s very last nerve. He’d insisted on traipsing over to Elain’s, pulling little pieces of information from her. What did she do for a living? How could she afford to take so much time off work? Oh, she was divorced? Why? Didn’t she know marriage was a scam perpetuated by the government, blah blah blah. 

He wanted Eris to both never stop asking questions and to stop talking forever. He knew Elain was mortified, though she answered each question with more politeness than Eris deserved, which gave Lucien a little insight into her life.

She was a florist and her shop was being run by her store manager while she took some time away. Her parents had left her a trust in her name and she’d used some of it to purchase this home. She and her ex had divorced because they wanted different things in life. Lucien simply could not imagine any man willingly leaving Elain. He assumed she ended things, but something about the look on her face, coupled with the house she didn’t seem to have looked at before she bought, told him that wasn’t true. 

Eris was immediately humbled by Arina, much to Lucien’s delight. Eris made his way toward her like he’d done with Elain, likely thinking he’d walk all over her. Elain had manners, but Arina was feral like a wolf. 

“Don’t talk to me,” she said before his brother could get a single word out of his mouth, holding one finger in front of his face. “Elain, I think the plumbers are done.”

“Oh, good!” Elain cried, clapping her hands in front of her body. She followed after Arina, leaving Eris bewildered on the front lawn, mouth half open.

“What a bitch,” he said, though his tone made that sound like a compliment. 

“Can you stop swearing in front of my kid?” Lucien grumbled. “Why are you still here?”

Eris shrugged, jamming his hands into the pockets of his black slacks. “There was a woman in your bed,” he said just as soon as Rowan took off after Elain and Arina into the house. “Don’t worry, I already told mom.”

Lucien looked upward at the cloudless sky. “She’s a friend—”

“Oh, cut the shit, Lucien,” Eris snapped. “She’s young, she’s single, she’s beautiful, and she was in your bed. If she was a friend, she’d have been on the sofa.”

“Thats what you would do.”

“No, what I would do is bend her over—”

“That’s enough!” Lucien snapped, rounding on his brother so quickly that Eris had to take a step backwards to avoid slamming his forehead against Lucien's.

“What did I say?” Eris crowed shamelessly. “Not a friend.”

Lucien meant to argue the point, to tell his brother he barely knew her at all and was just getting comfortable with the idea of even wanting another woman when Elain’s voice called for him across the lawn. Like a cartoon character smelling a pie, Lucien all but drifted toward her unthinkingly. Eris came, too, clearly curious. 

Inside, Elain had more than just water, which was running at a steady clip. Grinning, her fingers hovering over a light switch, she said, “Let there be light.”

She flipped the switch, causing an overhead bulb screwed into the socket to flood the living room with too-bright light. Lucien blinked, but Elain was clearly pleased. “We have water and electricity, everything else is smooth sailing!”

“Don’t jinx it,” Arina hissed. “With your luck, we’ll find mold behind the kitchen sink.”

“Are we installing that today?” Lucien questioned, looking at the stained tub sink that had been left behind. Elain had ordered a similar one in white, though one that hadn’t been painted over and would be easier to wash if she decided to eat anything with red pasta sauce at any point in her life.

“If you don’t mind.”

“Help him,” Arina ordered Eris, eyes narrowed. “I’ll check on the pool.” 

Eris, once again, stood mouth agape as she walked off without a care in the world. “Who is she?” he hissed, his eyes narrowed. 

“Arina?” Elain asked with an expression Lucien couldn’t quite read. “I wouldn’t bother—she doesn’t like your type.”

It was the wrong thing to say to Eris. Had anyone ever told him no in his life? Likely, but Eris didn’t respect the word. He always got what he wanted, in the end, and Lucien suspected being rejected over and over was starting to feel like a challenge to his older brother. That was the last thing Lucien needed—trying to date Elain, only for his brother to mess everything up by chasing after a woman miles out of his league. 

“Don’t,” Lucien warned, but Eris was already stalking through the house for the sliding glass doors someone had installed earlier that week, likely hoping to pick a fight. 

“She’ll tear him to pieces, don’t worry,” Elain told him, turning back to the house. It was empty again, though seemed more alive than it had the first time he’d come in. “Do you think we could get the subflooring done today?”

Lucien didn’t see why not, and told her so. She wanted to put the actual flooring in over the next couple days, fix the stairs, and move on to the front porch. It was all coming along much quicker than Lucien had first imagined. 

“Let me grab my measuring tape,” he said. Elain nodded, eyes drifting for the back door. It was then that a truly stupid, juvenile, unhinged idea overtook him. It was hot in the house and he’d be the one doing the majority of the work. Elain helped, but Lucien used the power tools and when it came time to nail down all the subflooring, he did that, too, while she stood by making sure it was straight and handing him whatever he needed.

He wanted to ask her out, but hadn’t been able to gauge her own interest. As he walked outside, Lucien mopped the sweat from his brow with his shirt…and then removed it entirely. Why not? At worst, he’d look like a minor douche bag but at best he’d catch her checking him out and wouldn’t humiliate himself when he asked her out for dinner the next night.

Was it really a date if his eight year old was tagging along?

Lucien was tempted to ask his mom, but if she caught wind of what his actual plans were, she wouldn’t be able to help herself. The last thing Lucien needed was his family descending on his first date in over a decade and scaring Elain away.

He returned, skin flushed and slick with sweat, to find Elain setting up a box fan in the living room. She looked up, back at her fan, and then back at him. For a moment their eyes locked and held before Lucien remembered he needed to play it cool. Lucien forced himself to look away, though he flexed his stomach muscles ever so slightly to make them seem more defined. 

“Ready?” Her cheeks were bright pink, and Lucien didn’t think it was from the heat. “Yeah, I…thought we might need a fan. The air conditioning guy is supposed to come out tomorrow and fix some of the ducting.”

“Want me to help?” he asked, kneeling so he could set the boards down carefully. Lucien was tempted to run a hand down his chest before deciding he better not push it. She’d given him the reaction he wanted in the moment, which made Lucien feel just confident enough. 

“Hold this for me,” he said, returning to business. Shirt or no shirt, he wasn’t going to do shoddy work and risk her falling through the floor one day. Especially if she happened to still be his neighbor, and possibly his girlfriend.

Elain knelt to the floor, her tank top riding up to reveal a lower back tattoo. A tramp stamp, by the colloquial term, of pretty flowers and leaves. If someone had offered Lucien a million dollars to guess if she had a tattoo and where, he would never have guessed correctly.

Lucien was openly staring. Elain caught him, pulling her tank top down quickly. 

“Sorry, I—”

“It’s fine,” she breathed, though if she was breathless because it was him or she was merely embarrassed, Lucien didn’t know. 

“Is that your only one?” he asked, unable to help himself.

Elain, still holding the board he needed, nodded. “It was impulsive. Gra—My ex was so mad. I did it on my bachelorette trip.”

“That sounds like a fun trip.”

Her smile seemed a little sad. “It was. What did you do?”

“I was a dumbass eighteen year old when I got married, so I couldn’t do anything. We went floating.”

“That sounds like fun,” Elain said, her expression brightening a little.

“I’m not really one for casinos and strippers,” Luicen joked before pulling out his nail gun. They were silent while he laid the subfloor, though he caught the look of approval on her face when he’d said that. Score one for him, he thought privately. Had her ex decided to go to Vegas and screw around? On her? Lucien wanted to know who that guy was. 

He wanted to shake him a little. 

That didn’t make asking her on a date any easier, to be fair. Arina and Eris had migrated to the front yard, bickering about something Lucien was certain didn’t matter. Eris was merely antagonizing her, and Arina didn’t know Eris well enough to realize that Eris got off on those sorts of arguments.

“Hey,” he said as she started to follow after him. Was it weird to ask her out when she was also staying in his house? Maybe he didn’t need to ask at all? Or was it worse to spring a candlelit dinner on her when she might not even like him? “I need to tell you something.

“My dad thinks you’re pretty!” Rowan interrupted with his usual lack of tact.

Elain’s brows raised skyward, turning to look at him. Her mouth formed a wordless oh? 

“Yes, thank you Rowan,” Lucien replied while his son stood there supervising him. Well. Alright then. “He’s ah…he’s not wrong.”

“That’s…sweet,” Elain said, her tone impossibly neutral. Great. 

Lucien had no choice but to plow forward. “I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tomorrow? As a uh…a date?”

The silence was agonizing. Lucien was certain he’d made a mistake as it stretched out for what must have been an eternity. Elain bit her bottom lip, twisting her fingers in front of her body. Play it off like no big deal, he told himself. This was just part of getting back out there—rejection. Though, Lucien hadn’t expected it to feel so humiliating.

“I’d like that,” she finally said, pulling him out of his misery. “Is it just the two of us, or…?”

“Can I come?” Rowan asked immediately, clearly not understanding the purpose of a date. “Please? Please please please please please—”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Lucien said while Elain offered a half smile. She’d been so patient with his son, but he didn’t believe she wanted him intruding on every moment between them. Lucien refused to feel like he had some kind of insurmountable baggage—either she liked him and Rowan, or she didn’t.

“I don’t see why he couldn’t,” Elain said, impossibly sweet, as always. 

Lucien offered her a smile, his stomach twisting in knots. He needed her to do something—anything—that would keep him from falling for her. 

He wasn’t certain he’d survive it. 

[crowsofdarkness]

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Bucky takes care of you while you're on your period.

No major CW's below the cut besides talks of being on your peirod.

"Love?" 

A soft voice sounded from the other side of the door, followed by a gentle knock. I peered over the piles of blankets that I cocooned myself under and called out that the door was open. 

"How're you feeling?" Bucky asked with a frown. 

I sighed and clutched my lower stomach. "The pain is terrible and the warm compress doesn't seem to do much." 

It was like this every month for five days. My period cramps were awful, the pain causing me to be stuck in bed for days. Sometimes it would be so bad that I'd be hunched over the toilet, throwing up. It wasn't anything I enjoyed, so I always made sure that I stayed home, away from Bucky during those five days once a month. However, since we moved in together last month, this was the second time he'd been able to witness firsthand the pain I went through. And just like last month, he was there for whatever I needed. 

"I ran you a warm bubble bath if you think you can make it to the bathroom," he nodded towards the bathroom across the hall. 

I sat up slowly. "You didn't have to do that." 

Bucky shrugged before pulling off the mounds of blankets and taking the now cold compress that I was using to soothe my cramps. 

"Soak as long as you need and I'll make you something to eat. What do you want?" 

Ignoring the shooting pain that spread across my abdomen, I left a kiss on his lips in a way of saying thanks for running me a bath. 

"Honestly, surprise me. Anything sweet." 

With a gentle pat to my ass, Bucky led me to the bathroom where he parted ways with me to trot back downstairs while I spent the next twenty minutes in the tub letting the warm water and bubbles ease some of the pain away. 

Once dressed in a pair of Bucky's sweats and oversized shirts, I slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I saw him leaning over the sink, mixing something in a bowl. He had yet to get dressed for the day, bearing all of his hard muscles on his stomach, chest, and arms for all, or just me, to see. His hair was a disheveled mess, but he still looked absolutely breathtaking.

Bucky peered over his shoulder as he heard me walk in, a bright smile on his face. "Did the bath help?" 

I nodded while sitting at our kitchen table. "It did, actually. Thank you again." 

"Anytime, love. French toast is almost finished. There's a glass of orange juice and some meds to help with the pain," Bucky nodded to the glass and two pills that lay on the table in front of me. 

My heart warmed with yet another small but kindest action from him today. After drowning the meds down with half of the orange juice, Bucky brought me a plate of steaming hot french toast which I could only eat about half before the cramps made me hiss out in pain. 

"Still bad?" he wondered, pushing his empty plate away. 

"Yeah, I feel terrible. We had plans to go to the fair today but I don't think I can handle walking for hours," I sighed. 

Suddenly, Bucky's arms pulled me from the chair and he carried me bridal style through the kitchen into the living room where the couch was set up with an array of blankets and pillows, the title screen to my favorite movie on the television. 

"What's this?" I asked with a hint of a smile. 

As he placed me on the couch and covered me with blankets, he sank deep next to me and I wrapped an arm and leg around him. The comfort of the large couch was exactly what I needed in order to deal with this pain. 

"This," he pointed to the television. "Is our plans for the rest of the day. If you feel up for it, we can go to the fair tomorrow." 

I stared up at him with so much adoration in my eyes that my heart swelled up in two sizes. Everything he had done since the moment I woke up this morning made every single cell in my body vibrate with love; something I'd never thought I'd get from a partner. I was sure if I told someone I was with that I was on my period, the flow heavy and cramps so bad that I could barely move, sometimes breath, they would ditch me for the week and come back when I wasn't a mess. 

But not Bucky. He even changed the sheets this morning when I woke up to the blood staining my pants and the bed. Not once did he turn away in disgust or avoid me. He was what I thought every partner should be for their significant other. 

Turning his chin towards me, I placed a firm but quick kiss on his lips, one he had no issue returning. 

"I love you," I smiled into the kiss. 

Bucky brushed his nose over mine. "Anything for you, love."

[eden-writes-stuff]

broken

tags: soft angst with a happy ending, Walburga's A+ parenting, Remus lupin's camera A/N: I promised my soulmate I'd write something while they're away, but since the thing I'm currently writing is just a bunch of angst with a big side of angst, I thought this might be better.

"Moony?" Sirius stepped into their dorm room, hands behind his back. 

Looking up from his book, Remus smiled at him. "Hi. Had fun at the lake?" 

Sirius nodded. "Yeah, we did. It was nice. Just..."

Remus furrowed his brow at Sirius' obvious nervousness. "Hey, what's wrong, pads?" he asked carefully, putting his book aside. 

Swallowing hard, Sirius showed him the camera Remus had burrowed him for the day. 

"I don't know what happened. It just went all black and shut completely off. I must have broken it. I'm so sorry. I- I'll buy you a new one. Two new ones. And- and we can recreate some of the pictures on this one," he started quickly, anxiously looking up at Remus. 

He had ruined it. Remus had trusted him with his camera, and he had broken it. He'd destroyed not only his property, but also his trust. Remus would never forgive him. 

"Oh, no." 

He looked sad. Sirius had made him sad. 

"No, it's okay. I don't need a camera. It was just a hobby anyways." Carefully, Remus took the piece of technology into his hands and eyed it. 

"But... But I broke it. You gave me your stuff and I ruined it. Yo-" Sirius' chest deflated at the realization. "why aren't you mad at me?" he asked, obviously confused. 

"Well, you didn't do it on purpose, did you? Things break. It was pretty old to begin with anyways," Remus shrugged.

"You liked that camera though. And your pictures. Your beautiful pictures."

Remus furrowed his brows and looked up at Sirius. "Why do you want me to be mad at you so badly?" 

"Well..." Sirius paused to consider. "Isn't that how it works? I break things and people get mad."

"By people you mean your parents."

"Well... yes, obviously. But..."

"And when your parents do something..."

Sirius sighed. "When my parents do something, I know it's bad," he agreed. "But that doesn-"

"Ahahah! It's the rule! And the rule always goes. So, what have you learned?" Remus asked patiently.

"'don't assume people will get mad at you?'," Sirius tried.

"Good enough. Now let me see what's wrong with this thing." 

Remus turned back to the camera in his hand. He clicked a few buttons and a short message flashed over the screen. 

"Sirius, this isn't even broken. It just needs to be charged."

"What does that mean?" Sirius asked, having never handled this kind of muggle tech before.

"It means that you're an idiot." Remus replied, but there was no malice in his voice, just warmth and humor.