#like when it’s nice and sunny out I usually go right next to the window to absorb all that sunshine

[rozicheeks]

Rosie! This is gonna sound so weird but i hope it's not and you dont mind me asking. I'm trying to take lewds for a boy but all my poses are legit the same? How do you spice up your lewds and what are your fave poses? Pls help a horny girl out 😭😭💖

First of all that’s not weird *at all*!

I feel like most people have their go to poses and angles (mainly cause we know they work!)

[01zfan]

summer | s. es

boyfriend!eunseok x virgin!reader | 4.4k words

a request i received about losing your virginity to your boyfriend eunseok. this is was really fun and incredibly tender to write as usual i got carried away…inspired by the song summer by the carters…anon i hope you like!

contains: nothing just very soft sex hehe

you didn’t know what time of day it was. all you knew was that the sun was awake, filtering through the thin curtain basking the soft bed you laid on in warmth. you thought about how cold it was at home, imagining yourself trudging along icy paths trying your best not to slip. but here, right now, you were at the sunny and warm beach on a vacation with your beautiful boyfriend. 

eunseok looked so peaceful next to you. you rubbed out the crease in between his eyebrows, brought on by stress and endless expectations. if it was one thing eunseok was good at, it was hiding how stressed he was. he was excellent at his job, but the constant need to perform at his best weighed down on him. he seemed to always forget he was so young with so many responsibilities. too many. so when he had an opportunity to release some of that stress with a break in his schedules, you practically had to beg him to do it. you could tell he was reluctant, but the moment he touched the bed of the resort he was out like a light. he slept like a baby, snoring and splayed out on the king sized bed. that was about 16 hours ago. you were starting to get worried that he might’ve slept himself to death. you laid your head on his chest, just to make sure his heart was still beating.

you could hear the steady rhythm of his heart. when you lifted your head off his chest you saw that eunseok was looking at you. his eyes were squinted adjusting to the light in the room. he started rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and he let out a loud yawn. you yawned too by effect.

“what time is it?” eunseok asked sleepily. his outstretched arms rested on your body.

“i’m not sure. maybe like 10.” 

“it’s really light outside for the evening time though?” eunseok said, looking outside.

you looked up at him to see if he was joking or not. he had the look of confusion on his face while he looked towards the window.

“baby,” eunseok looked towards you. you couldn’t help but laugh at his confusion “i mean it’s 10 in the morning.”

immediately his eyes widened and he shot up from his spot in bed. you could tell he was still fatigued as reached to his phone for confirmation. he’s lucky you plugged it in for him while he was sleeping like a log. you were right about the time, only off by ten minutes.

“i really slept for fourteen hours?” he sounded amazed and a little horrified.

“it’s closer to sixteen hours, i think.” you say.

eunseok scratched the back of his head as he looked at you. after the initial shock from being asleep for so long subsided his eyes went back to being hooded and sleepy. you felt his exhaustion as he yawned again.

“i’m sorry i was asleep for so long.” eunseok said.

“you needed the rest. i dont mind laying in bed and this villa is so nice there was alot for me to do by myself. don’t apologize for catching up on your sleep.” you said.

it was true you were doing things on your own in the villa. you walked around, looking at the guest room that you knew neither of you would be using. it was funny being at this stage in your relationship with eunseok. it wasn’t like you guys were new to intimacy in any way, kissing and cuddling often. but without going all the way it still kind of felt like you two were still learning each other’s boundaries. but you both had this silent pact that the first time you would have sex it would be something special. so the guest room was something like a precaution, if one of you got tired of the other or a little overwhelmed you could go to that room as an escape. the room wasn’t necessary though; being with eunseok felt like you were on a permanent vacation—always smiling and always relaxed.

you ended up watching television on the couch for awhile. it took awhile clicking through the channels till you found something you liked. then you took a nap and read a book. you had food delivered, ordering two extra servings in case eunseok woke up as famished as you were. you would occasionally look to the bed, making sure eunseok was still alive. each time you looked at him he was in a new sleep position, chest rising and falling. you couldn’t look at him too long without getting embarrassed. seeing eunseok in a state of bless made you feel a little too settled, and you found yourself drifting to sleep too.

when you woke up in the middle of the night you almost launched out of bed. you and eunseok always would end up sleeping in a spooning position at night. it was a part of your nightly routine. there would be several positions you two would circulate through during the night, but something poking into your back pulled you out of your sleep. you turned around in eunseoks’ arms carefully, to not wake him up. he was still fast asleep. you lifted up the sheets and even in darkness you could make out the tent in your boyfriend’s boxers. 

it was hard waiting for the right moment to make a move to take things further. it was hard to find moments of intimacy together like this. somedays it felt like worked pulled you two in opposite directions. it didn’t help that you were shy; so shy to the point that it was usually eunseok who would make the first move. he was the one who kissed you first, the one who held your hand, the one that asked you out. you were grateful that he was always aware of your boundaries, taking good care of you at every turn. but there was something that started off as a tiny ember that stirred into a fire pit in the bottom of your stomach. 

your sexual frustration manifested in gripping eunseok a little tighter, going a little deeper when you kissed. it manifested in your gaze, one that was fixed on glimpses of his toned stomach for a little too long, or when he’d wear outfits you picked out for him. you were insatiable, and in moments like this you felt like your want would eat you alive. regardless of your skin feeling like it was on fire, you took pity on your tired boyfriend. you instead brushed hair away from his face, kissed his forehead, and cuddled back into him.

now it was morning and eunseok was looking at you and you felt that pit returning again.

“are you hungry?” eunseok asked. it felt barbaric to say that you were hungry but for something else. regardless it was true, especially when eunseok gave you a glimpse of his side profile while he looked at his phone.

“i had some food delivered. there’s extra in the fridge.” you said.

eunseok looked like he was considering getting up from bed. instead he put his phone down and turned back towards you, pulling you into an embrace. he peppered kisses all over your face and you laughed trying to kiss him a million times back.

“i just want to lay in bed with you all day,” eunseok said “but i want to go to the beach.”

you looked outside the flowing blinds to the beachfront. you couldn’t lie about feeling it call to you. eventually you were able to pull eunseok out of bed. you both ate, laughing over how long eunseok slept.

after eating, you guys changed into your swim attire and headed to the beach. your bikini fit perfectly. the way eunseok looked at you when you came out told you he wasn’t admiring the floral pattern of your bra.

“have i seen that set before,” eunseok said casually. you did a quick spin to show off everything. when you made your way around him again he had blush across his cheeks “i think i would’ve remembered it.”

“i’ve been hiding it. you like?” you say innocently. it feels like your heart is about to beat out of your chest.

eunseok starts walking over to you. he has a smile on his face, the type of smile that makes your face feel hot and your body feel fuzzy. 

“i like it alot actually.” eunseok says, standing in front of you. when you look up he gives you a simple peck on the cheek. he holds your hand as he leads you to the beach.

you and eunseok spend all day playing in the sand and drinking mai tai’s. you reflect on how happy you are to be here with him and to be his. the fire in your stomach burns for a different reason when you see him watching you carefully when you swim deeper from the shore. you beckon to him and he swims to you almost immediately. its like you two are alone in the center of the world floating around one another holding hands. 

“we’re like otters.” eunseok says. you can’t help but laugh at how serious he is when he says it. you don’t see it but eunseok looks at you laughing and a smile appears on his face.

you don’t return back to the villa until it’s dark. you both come back drained from the beach, the gentle waves lulling you to sleep. when you two lay on the bed you can still hear the waves crashing on the beach.

“i had alot of fun with you today.” you say. you lay next to eunseok on the bed. he still makes you so nervous you have to keep your eyes trained on something else when you get sentimental with him. you focus on the ceiling. you play with the hem of your night gown. 

“i had alot of fun too,” eunseok grabs your hand that plays with the hem of your dress. “sorry for sleeping. i’ve been so accustomed to working i didn’t know how tired my body was.”

you turn towards him, only to find out he was already looking at you.

“eunseok please don’t apologize. you overwork yourself. you deserve to sleep.” 

eunseok laid there looking at you. 

“do i have something on my face?” you said.

“i love you.” eunseok said simply. 

“i love you too.” you said back to him. 

eunseok sat up, at the end of the bed. he reached out his hand and pulled you into him.

“you actually do have something on your face.” eunseok said, looking at your lips.

“where?” you asked.

as his answer, eunseok went to your cheek and placed a kiss there. he pulled away laughing. he put a gentle hand on your neck, one that helped him tilt your head to the side.

“here too.” eunseok said placing a kiss on your jaw. he pulled away after that kiss, looking to you.

“what about here?” you asked, pointing at your neck. 

“mhmm.” eunseok laughed, kissing your neck. he stayed in that place and you could feel his hot tongue laving the area. you sighed contently, both of your hands going to grip his shoulders. he brought you closer, eventually his lips traveled to yours, placing a kiss. you were so excited you instantly deepen the kiss. you can’t get enough of feeling his tongue lick your lips, touching his tongue to yours. before you know it, you’re moaning into the kiss and eunseok bites your lip. he pulls away first, looking you up and down.

“a little pent up baby?” eunseok grips your thigh. he’s dangerously close to your center and you squirm under his touch. your mind can barely process all the things you want him to do to you. eunseok retreats his hand, bringing it down to your knee.

“you know, we don’t have to do anything. i’m more than happy to kiss you.” eunseok says, eyeing you carefully.

you slowly put your hands over eunseok’s and move them where they were before. you try tell him what you want through body language, that you want him to touch you all over. 

“i need to hear you say what you want,” eunseok says. “for me, please.” he smiles at you and all your nerves melt off your shoulders. you pull his hand even further up, until his hand rests in the space where you thigh and center meet.

“i want you so bad, eunseok.” you can barely say it above a whisper. 

eunseok hears you clearly and fully rests his hand over your heat. his lips attach to your neck and you gasp. your body is tingling in excitement. 

“i’ve wanted you for so long,” eunseok say in between kisses on your neck. “never wanted to pressure you baby but there were some nights all i wanted to do was show you how much i want to take care of you.” 

“me too,” you say. “but you already take such good care of me.” you pant. although your brain is already being consumed with eunseok, you cant act like he isn’t thinking of you every chance he gets. eunseok has a talent of being stoic and calm, but you can always feel him looking at you. the way he leads you through crowds of people with a gentle guiding hand on the small of your back. the way he always buys you a snack when he’s out, or something that reminds him of you. eunseok is never not taking you into consideration.

“i mean in a different way.” eunseok has a hand slightly underneath the hem of your shirt. he looks up to you from your neck. “can i show you?”

you nod your head and before you know it, eunseok is touching your breast. it shouldn’t feel so good, he’s touched you like this before. but the implication of more has you leaning your head back and whimpering. eunseok helps you lean your whole body back until you’re laying on the bed. he starts trailing kisses from your neck lower and lower down your body. you lift your shirt, giving him access to kiss your stomach. the whole time eunseok looks at you. you know it’s so he can be locked into your facial expressions, to give him an indicator of what’s too much and not enough. his gaze is only making you dizzier, amplifying all of his ministrations on you. your back is arching off the bed by the time he makes it to your mid thigh. 

he kisses and sucks on the skin, and you are trying to suppress the moans that threaten to spill out. eunseok smiles against your skin.

“you’re so cute.” he says as he continues down your body. eunseok kisses your calf and works his way to your feet. he massages and kisses your ankle. 

“you’re really taking your time.” you say.

“i want to kiss and worship every part of you. you’re perfect.” eunseok says simply. it’s just that easy for him to praise you. 

when eunseok finally starts working his way back up your legs, you feel like you’re about to jump out of your skin. when he gets to your mid-thigh, he stops and looks up at you.

“can you take your shorts off for me, baby?” eunseok asks. 

you nod quickly, lifting your hips off the bed so eunseok can help you. your shorts are placed on the bed next to you, and eunseok slightly pulls you towards him so your lower half is hanging off the edge of the bed. eunseok grabs your hand and pulls you up. once you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, he lowers himself back down in between your legs.

“i want to make you feel good.” eunseok says, looking at your unclothed center. he lifts your legs until your feet are resting on the edges of the bed frame. you lean back on your arms, trying not to pass out. eunseok’s proximity to your heat has you already seeing stars.

“please.” you say simply, not sure what you’re begging for.

without saying anything else, eunseok brings a finger to swipe up your vagina. he puts his glistening finger in his mouth. the sight has you leaning all the way back on the bed. you can feel eunseok place a kiss to your pussy. you feel his wet tongue, the same that was just in your mouth is now in places you’ve dreamed about it being. you look down at eunseok, and you can see him reaching for your hands. he grabs one of your hands to hold it, and he leads your other hand to his hair, so you can grip his brown hair. when you experimentally pull at his strands, he gets even more aggressive with eating you out, tonguing your vagina. you cant hold back your moans, especially when eunseok starts sucking on your clit and adds another finger. you can feel the fire that burns in your belly turn white and you grip eunseoks’ hand even tighter.

“eunseok i’m close.” you whimper. eunseok moans an mhmm into your pussy and pulls you closer. 

you barely have any stability as you let out a final moan. you ride into his face, and eunseok moves your legs to rest on his shoulders. you act purely on impulse trying to ride out the feeling of euphoria. you feel your thighs close in on eunseoks head and your back arches off the bed. he takes everything in stride, keeping his fingers inside of you and lips on your clit. 

you have to push him away with a weak hand before eunseok pulls away from you.

“you alright babe?” eunseok says it way to casually, especially with the bottom half of his face covered in you. all you can do is scoot yourself back on the bed and motion for him to come to you.

eunseok comes to you on the bed and pulls you into his chest. you kiss him, tasting what you two made together. you’re entranced by the taste of yourself on his tongue. you play with the waistband of his pants until you finally get the courage to dip your hand underneath. you grab his dick in your hand, experimentally squeezing. eunseok puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast. you think about how you could stay like this forever, feeling up your boyfriend. you squeeze him a little tighter. eunseok pulls away.

“can i see it?” you ask. you’re pushing down his pants for him. “i think about it all the time.”

when you get eunseok’s pants off, you are surprised by his size. you never doubted he would be big based on how tall he was, but you had your doubts if you’d even be able to take it now. 

“you’re big.” you grab his length again, stroking him. eunseok leans back on the bed and lets out a sigh. he closes his eyes in bliss as you continue to stroke him. 

when you try to move your body down to his dick, to give eunseok the same thing he gave you, his eyes shoot open to look at you.

“i won’t last if you do that.” eunseok says.

“i want to, though.” you say. eunseok kisses your pout. he gathers your hair into his hand and does and light tug. he tuts and lets your hair fall back down.

“we have plenty of time for that later,” eunseok moves you from your side to your back. he reaches to the bedside drawer to pull out a condom.

“can i put it on you?” you say quickly. eunseok nods, handing you the foil packet.

you open up the packet and take out the latex condom. its a little slippery, you never thought they’d put lube on the condoms. you look to the condom and then to eunseok’s dick. you suddenly feel very unprepared. eunseok sits up and pinches the tip of the condom.

“you can put it on the tip then just roll it down.” eunseok says. you look at him and he has a smile on his face. you also noticed the creeping blush on his cheeks.

“how do you know that?” you ask.

“i actually watched a video.” eunseok says with a straight face. you can’t help but laugh at how serious it is and eunseok joins you.

you follow his instruction. while you roll the condom all down his shaft, eunseok kisses you. his hand gripping the sheets doesn’t go unnoticed. 

when you are done, eunseok leads you back down on the bed beside him. he brings himself on top of you. “i really want to be inside of you right now.”

although you are more than ready, in fact you’ve been ready, you can’t stop yourself from feeling a twinge of anxiety. what if he doesn’t fit? what if it doesn’t feel good? 

a million hypotheticals rush through your head. once eunseok kisses your forehead, it’s like they instantly disappear from your mind. he interlaces his fingers to yours before kissing the back of your hand. 

you grab eunseok’s length with a touch his throbbing in your hand. eunseok places his hand over yours and you both guide him to your entrance. once he’s there, you instinctively wrap your arms around him. he’s stable and solid above you, and you think about how he’s always someone you can lean on.

“i love you so much.” you say. you’re almost embarrassed, saying something that was meant for your inner thoughts. eunseok places a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“i love you, too.” eunseok says. he shifts an arm underneath you, so you two are chest to chest.

“tell me if it hurts. i’m going to go slow.” eunseok looks in your eyes. you nod back, trying to let out a deep breath and relax.

eunseok keeps his word as he slowly sinks into you. you cant stop yourself. you instinctively grip harder onto eunseok’s back, letting out a whine. you can’t lie and say it doesn’t feel uncomfortable as he stretches out your walls. eunseok drops his head into your neck as he keeps going. you hold onto him tighter, and eunseok makes a sound you’ve never heard him make when he’s all the way in.

“is this okay?” eunseok lifts his head from your neck to look at you.

“yeah.” you squeak. you can feel your walls close in on him because of the way he’s speaking to you and you can tell he feels it too because he lets out another one of those sounds. you feel driven to keep pulling that sound out of him; something between a groan and a gasp. you clench around him again.

“you’re so tight. holy shit.” eunseok says, dropping his head back into your neck. you can’t control the clenching now, your body acting on its own accord in response to eunseok. “can i keep going?”

“yes. please.”

when eunseok pulls his hips back to drive back into you just as slow, you abandon trying to be quiet. you feel sorry for your neighbors as you pants turn to moans when the uncomfortableness melts into pleasure. before you know it eunseok is rocking into you at a steady pace, and you can’t control the sounds you make anymore.

“that’s my girl.” eunseok says pulling back and snapping his hips into you. you moan and dig your nails into his back as a response.

“eunseok. k-keep going.” you say. you know he has no plans of stopping, but you might combust if eunseok pulls away from you.

his pace increases, and you feel a churning feeling all over. that fire had been put out what building up even more. the fire went around your whole body, and told you to hike your leg up over eunseok’s shoulder. 

the new angle has you seeing stars and leave eunseok moaning against your mouth when he tries to kiss you. he puts a hand on your thigh to help give you balance as his thrusts get deeper and deeper. 

“i’m close.” you moan.

“me too.” eunseok moans. he lets your leg fall back down and pulls you closely to him again. eunseok thrusts harder into you, and he drops a hand to rub revolutions on your clit. you hold onto his bicep, digging crescent moons into his skin.

eunseok kisses you all over. your mind is operating at half speed giving him delayed kisses back. all you can hear is eunseok telling you he loves you and compliments fall from his lips like it’s second nature. all you can think about is the sound of skin against skin. 

you wish you could tell him you were about to show him how well he had taken care of you, but your orgasm hits you like a wall of flowers. you clench around eunseok repeatedly and wrap your legs around his waist. eunseok only gives you a few more quick thrusts before he’s experiencing euphoria of his own. you both ride oh your highs, gasping and moaning against each other and you move your hips, trying to prolong the feeling. you can feel your boyfriend pulse inside of you one last time as his weight gets a little heavier on top of you.

when eunseok pulls back you take in all of his features again. his tousled hair, red cheeks and ears, the way his lips are all plump and swollen. you kiss him again, and keep kissing him until he pulls out of you.

eunseok keeps kissing you as he slides off the bed. he doesn’t break the kiss until he has to—to stand up and tie off his condom. he disappears into the bathroom but is back just as fast, getting into the sheets next to you.

eunseok find your pajama bottoms and helps put them back on you. you help him back into his pants. you both have the covers over you, making sure you both are comfortable. you both settle in next to each other, your head tucked underneath eunseoks’ chin. you think about all the things you want to say to him. how good he’s always made you feel and how much you love him. eunseok thinks about how beautiful you are inside and out, how being the thought of being apart from you makes him want to stay in this villa forever. instead, you both drift off to sleep listening to the waves crash on the sand.

[navybrat817]

Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[mayuichi]

Spending your birthday with them.

Include:

Genshin Impact [ Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Heizou ]

Honkai: Star Rail [ Aventurine & Veritas Ratio ]

Persona 5 [ Akechi Goro ]

Moriarty the Patriot [ William James Moriarty & Fred Porlock ]

Content Warning: fem!reader, I'm sorry for men that may read this! If you easily switch pronouns in your mind then go ahead, but there's mention of the reader wearing a dress at some point! (kind of irrevelant though, so I think you can imagine something else then?), pet names and.. that's all i think-. it's just a fluff so...

may's note: im so sorry i took so long to come back!! ive got a lot on my plate recently, i had planned another oneshot to come out but but BUUT!! My best friend's birthday is right around the corner when I write this (aha just a day before.. hi..) so im writing this for her, with her favourites and some that i know she loves <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! I HOPE YOULL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU GOT THAT PLUSH YOU WANTED TO GO WITH AVENTURINE!! ive kinda rushed this to come out ngl, because its been a month im like "i have the time" until i didnt have time anymore.. sorry if it sucks :(

This artwork has been made by susucre! Do not steal/use it! every other used for the headers are official arts!

Even if he doesn't want to, he has duties now. Or at least, unexpected duties. But you can be sure Alhaitham always makes some time for you. How can he not? You're his sweetheart. Well, he isn't one to give sweet names but he still thinks so.

However, how could've you expect him to forget about your birthday? It's once a year, and he doesn't really care much about them usually. But we're talking about you. Of course he can't forget about it. He wants you happy, and he knows you'd hate if he doesn't at least wish you a happy birthday.

But what was your surprise when you find him still in bed, beside you, his right arm drapped over you as he reads from the other. Isn't he supposed to be at work, at the Akademiya? You don't even have the time to inquire, he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning.„ he briefly looks over you, before focusing back onto his book. But he strokes your side with his hand gently. He isn't much of a talker, but his small gestures are everything, aren't they?

He rapidly finishes his page, and places the book down to turn to you. “I'll let you take a shower and I'll prepare you breakfast.„ you can't even reply that he's already out of bed and heading to the kitchen. You'll just have to go shower.

It's your special day. Of course you'll wear a pretty dress, you want to feel extra pretty for today. When done, you head to the living room, finding him waiting for you to eat. It isn't a feast, but more than enough for the both of you. The silence is comfortable, only your breathing.

“Where are you going?„ he inquires when he sees you about to open the front door. You thought you'd go on a walk. “I haven't overworked myself for a week so I could have a full day off for you to ditch me, you know?„

It wasn't much, maybe even a bit offensive for some. But the idea that he paid attention enough to be certain to have a complete day off for you is enough to make you smile. And so, you chuckle and walk towards him.

“The weather is nice. It's sunny. We should go out together, don't you think?„ you tilt your head, waiting for his approval.. or for a compromise.

“It is. It's the perfect weather to do nothing at all. Or to read next to a window.„ without further notice, he stands and pulls you with him to the nearby window. Making you sit in his lap, he pulls out a book and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Maybe it isn't the best birthday you'll ever have, but I hope my company is enough.„ he isn't necessarily insecure, far from it even. But it's your special day. He just wants to make you happy, doesn't he?

And even if he says so, just reading in his lap with him, is enough. Spending time with him makes it nicer. Leaning further into his chest, you sigh and start to read with him. He's careful to wait for you, to ensure you finished before he actually turns the page.

He'll take breaks from time to time to make you both a drink, or to let you talk a bit. It isn't partying, but being able to spend the day together, reading and talking, without him possibly thinking about his duties is a luxury he doesn't always allow himself.

And he's more than glad for it to be with you.

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Until now, Wriothesley was used to stay in the Fortress most of his time. It never bothered him. Sigewinne keeps him company, and his prisoners aren't too bad most of the time. Even Neuvillette or Clorinde comes visit him from time to time.

But it changed when he met you. He didn't want you to be that often in the Fortress, and yet he couldn't help but want you. You don't know it, but he even asked Neuvillette for your birthday. It has never been that much of a talk in between you. You were both kind of over it after all. You aren't toddlers for who it is extremely important to get one year older.

But he wants your first birthday with him to be special, to be something you'd remember. He wants to make this day amazing. And for that, he had to have permissions and ensure the paperwork was done before that day. He had to be prepared for any possibility, to be called in for an emergency if someone tried to escape, or if they get overwhelmed and for your day to be ruined.

But he was willing to take that risk.

On your occasional weekly visit, you both talk and drink tea together, as any other time. You're not sure when, yet now, he has you in his arms, holding you close. It is as if he believed you were leaving. He's quick to compose himself and just steals a kiss from you, to hide his worries behind that smirk he always has when he surprises you.

“By the way, I've heard your birthday is soon, isn't it?„ you raise an eyebrow. You haven't told him, yet he knows. “Would you like us to spend the day together?„

You were so sure he meant inside the Fortress of Meropide, that when he mentioned that it wouldn't be there, but in the city, your eyes widened. Of course, you firstly worried about his work. It isn't like he's just a guard who could take a day off or a sick day. He has a prison to keep in place.

But he assured you it'd be alright. And so you trust him. There's no reason for you not to.

Your birthday was soon to come, and you waited for him in front of the Fortress' entrance. Dressed in a pretty outfit, that you kept on for this occasion, you obviously felt amazing. And upon seeing you, Wriothesley grinned. “Someone made herself extra beautiful for today.„

His tone flirty, he wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing his lips on your hair. “It suits you perfectly. But you're always beautiful.„ his words meant the world to you.

And so began the day. Wriothesley is careful, meticulous even. He makes sure you stay hydrated, well fed and have fun. If you want a pastry, he'll buy it without a second thought. This piece of jewerly looks pretty on you? He'll offer it to you, no matter the cost.

It's weird for everyone to see the Duke out of the Fortress. He's respected for sure, and well known. You hold hands all day long, sometimes stealing kisses when you're in a alley or when no one's looking.

When the sun fades away to let the moon takes place, stars show up too. Now sitting near the water, you both look up at the navy blue sky. Wriothesley lets out a sigh and clears his throat. “I hope you had fun. I'm not sure when I'd be capable to have such a long time outside the Fortress without it being work related.„

Sure or not, you're just happy he manages to have time for you. And he's relieved everything went smoothly. He leans closer to you, his lips grazing your cheek. “Happy birthday.„

And even if it has caused him some stress, he's ready to do it over again next year if it makes him see your eyes so sparkly and shiny with delightment and happiness.

He'd risk anything to see you smile and hear your laughers echoing in his ears.

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The good part of being a detective is that he knows how to not leave any clue about his true intentions. And so, he can surprise you whenever he wants and you won't even realise he has planned it for a while!

Since Heizou can hardly take a day off recently, you agreed it'd be better if you spend the day with your friends and just leave your evening for him.

It was an amazing day, your friends and you strolled around the city, went to some fancy places and just spoiled you entirely. But it felt off, knowing that Heizou wasn't with you like you wished he could've.

They dropped you by your house, and with a sigh, you stepped inside. Of course Heizou wasn't home yet. It wasn't surprising, he's quite overwhelmed with work lately. Yet there was a small disappointment in your chest. Your heart was a bit heavier. But you brush it off.

By the time he gets home, you had just finished preparing dinner. He steps closer with that shitty grin and clears his throat. “Such a sweetie, making dinner when I hoped I'd have time to treat you today.„ of course, he doesn't want you to do any effort for today, but his schedule decided otherwise.

And so, with a swift movement, he shoves a bouquet against your chest. “I know it isn't much compared to how it could've been nicer to spend the day together, but I hope it'll make it up for it a bit.„

Heizou has always been a romantic at heart, he loves it when he sees your cheeks flushing and feels your breath growing faster from his teasing. And he's delighted to see that sweet blush spreading slowly.

Leaning in close, he takes your hands in his, and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “Let's eat dinner and enjoy the time we have tonight, alright? I need to make it up for you.„

He lets you take care of the bouquet first, ensuring it won't die just yet. He teases you about your day, plays with you some games and even let you win for once. And needless to say the night ends in something.. more than just flirt and teasing.

But he hopes next year won't be as busy, so he can treat you like the princess you are in his eyes.

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A gambler. That's what he'll always be no matter what, no matter the day. He needs to work every single day, to be a good asset for the IPC. He can't afford losing. He will never accept it.

But today, Aventurine thought it'd be nice to let you experience gambling too. Well, not as much as he usually does, but more in a regular casino. He's obviously well known here, and has some free drinks. But he wants you to enjoy it too.

He teaches you how to do, the ropes of each games. To guess when to stop, and more importantly of course, to understand the rules and that losing can cost a lot. But deep down, Aventurine doesn't give a fuck about how much money you'll lose. He has way more than someone can think of.

Each games were fun, but you hated seeing those girls eyeing him like you don't exist. Don't they see you, the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, with who he holds hands? Or perhaps they don't care. But it frustrates you.

Even more so when one comes closer and accidentally spills wine on Aventurine's jacket. He doesn't react at first. But he grows more and more impatient as she tries to clean her mess.

But he got fed up when she literally sat in between the both of you. Who does she think she is? “Excuse me, Miss,„ with a dry chuckle and bright smile, he stands up and walks behind her, “don't you see her?„

Swiftly, almost as if he has always been ready for it, he pulls you close, your head resting on his chest. Your face flushes bright red of course, but you don't say anything. “She already holds the string. And compared to you, she doesn't care about my money. So if you please, do not dare to bother us further on her special day.„

He leads you away, and yet, casts them a last glance, “Except if you want to face the consequences, that is. But I doubt you would like it.„

He'd never let anyone makes you feel inferior, nor worthless, and even less when it's supposed to be your day. The day he caters to your every need without any complaint or question.

Upon arriving to a new game, away from those nuisance, he holds your hand in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “I'm sorry, darling. But I promise you, you're the only one in my eyes. The prettiest, the cutest, and the most loveable woman I've ever set my eyes on.„

He'd cherish you. He knows the pain, and he wants to keep you away from it. He struggles at time, but every effort is worth of your smile. Every day is a delight to get home to you, to know you're his, and that he's yours.

That he has a home. A home with you.

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What were you thinking when you first confessed to him? Of course you thought he'd reject you. We're talking about Veritas Ratio. But to your surprise, he accepted! But maybe you should've been careful... He's a teacher.

It isn't uncommon for Veritas Ratio to call you stupid or dumb, because you don't understand something or that you made a mistake on something simple. But you also know he'll always be here for you.

Compared to one of his colleage, he isn't particularly rich. Don't get me wrong, he is completely financially stable, and he won't be anytime soon the type to get ruined. But basically, if you need special teaching in something he doesn't master, he won't hesitate to help you with it.

He can't help but put intellect into a bit everything he does. But he knows it can piss you off at times, especially when it's not the moment for it.

Today, he has a long day. Longer than intended. So you nicely bring him lunch. Yet he requests of you to stay until his break is over. You know he isn't one to care about birthdays, but he does remember them if he is supposed to know them. Yours is no exception.

“I'm going to be home later than usual tonight, but perhaps you have any wish for how we spend our time?„ it isn't often that he lets you so openly choose. But you don't wait more time to ask if you could watch a movie and snuggle. You need nothing more than some rest, and so does he.

Laughers fill the empty classroom, except for the both of you. He knows when to not overdo it, especially with you. He will never admit it entirely, but he doesn't want to risk losing you. He can't. Not when you bring him so much by just existing.

There's a reason why he doesn't want you to be to close to that blonde, don't you think? But it doesn't matter.

In the evening, after you shared dinner, you set on the couch with him, snuggling up. His left hand caressing your side while his right one is holding a pen. Of course he can't only watch a movie, he needs to keep on going with his paperwork. But he doesn't entirely focus on it.

However, from time to time, you'd hear from Veritas that he clicks his tongue. He seems rather.. unpleased. And when you take a look, you don't see anything wrong. “Of course you don't, you're too much of an idiot to realise that student's mistake. What a pity.„

Unfortunately for you, you dared to ask what was the mistake.. and now you're in for a lecture. He sits you up and explains to you, in a rather annoyed tone. It isn't a surprise to say that you both don't even noticed when the movie has finished.

You're about to stand up when he holds you back, pulling you in his lap. “Don't you dare run away from my lecture. You asked to know, so you'll know.„ It promises to be an interesting evening and night, especially if you try to push your luck.

Veritas will make sure you get the appropriate punishment if his patience runs out by the time he's done with you.

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Have you ever imagined he'd steal your heart? A detective by day, a Phantom Thief by night. He earned his title well, he's definitely a prince in your eyes.

“Are you still listening?„ Akechi inquires. You have to admit, you weren't. You were too charmed into his eyes, shining as he shares his day with you.

“I've been thinking, there's an amusement park not far from here. Would you like to go with me?„ he asks. He isn't really scared of asking you on a date anymore. Of course, he couldn't help but feel like he isn't enough at times. But you love him, right? He can't let his insecurities win over.

And so, you are now on a date with him, on your birthday. He cares for a bit everything. He makes sure the sun isn't hitting you too hard, that you drink enough, and especially have fun.

You're the only one lucky enough to see him almost constantly out of his detective prince persona. To know the real him. He has his issues, and sometimes he may snaps at you. But he apologises and proves that he changes. He already does, but he tries to make sure you know he's willing to become better for you.

You're his light, and he can't lose you. At first, he even thought you loved that coffee shop's employee, but he felt lucky when you reciprocated his feelings.

Since then, Akechi would take you out often. To the beach, at restaurant, or even just for a walk. He wants you to know he cares, and he wants you only. He needs to be careful though, but he makes it work out.

Getting into a bit every attractions, he even ends up winning you a teddy bear. No one is ever too old for one after all, right? As he hands it to you, he presses a kiss on your lips, soft and tender, as if he wants the time to stop.

The sun sets slowly, and you get into the Ferris Wheel to end up the day. It's cozy, just the two of you. He holds you close, his nose in your hair as he breathes in your scent. “Happy birthday, my love.„

Why would he need to say anything more? Your heart races, and you look up at him with a sheepish smile. No one can mistake that expression on both of your faces. You're so undeniably in love with each other.

“I know I fucked up, especially when you discovered what I've done. But I'll become better. For you, and for us. So please, stay with me.„ he couldn't help but squeezing you tighter against him, as if you won't allow him time.

“I love you. So fucking much.„ he whispers as the sun disappears from view, letting the moon rise slowly. He'll always do his best for you, to be worthy of you.

Because he loves you. And he'll make every birthday from now on special for you.

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It took him time to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you. To allow you to see the worst part of him. To see the monster beneath. He was certain he'd lose you. And yet, you're still here, beside him.

William is more than delighted to know you aren't ready to leave him. To know you'll stay. He doesn't entirely understand his feelings himself, but he has them, and that's all that matters.

To say William cares about birthdays is an understatement. He doesn't make big things, but he shows his care for sure. So don't you dare think you'll be an exception.

He has been quite busy lately, but he made sure he'd be here for your birthday. From waking to sleep. He stays in bed with you until you stir awake. Your eyes flutter open, the first sight being his blonde locks.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and lets you get ready while he goes preparing breakfast for you. Going downstairs, you smell the sweet scent of food filling your nose.

He serves you, as well as himself, before eating and letting you talk of whatever comes in your mind. He could listen to you all day long, but today wasn't that. He'd spend some quality time with you, no matter what.

He helps you putting on your coat, and holds your hand as you get inside the carriage. He feels your head resting on his shoulder, and he simply caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

Getting into town, he dismisses the carriage for now. No need for that. He wants you to enjoy the place. If there's something appealing to you, he'll be ready to let you have it. But in the end, he's mostly the one who wants to buy you things.

A beautiful necklace, it'd go perfectly around your neck. Gesturing you to get closer, he carefully puts it around your neck and smiles. “It looks beautiful on you.„ his voice, smooth and quiet, holds so much love. Without hesitation, he buys it for you.

You walk hands in hands, past bakeries and shops, stopping when something would be nice for you. You're definitely spoiled, and it was unexpected for you. You aren't with William for his money, and he knows it. But today, he wants to make sure you'll remember it.

By the evening, inside the carriage to get back home, he lets you rest against him. It has been a tiring day after all, yet so thrilling. But the best was to come in his eyes.

Entering the manor, the living room has been decorated especially for you, a bouquet from Fred's garden waiting as well as a freshly baked cake by Louis. And they were all here too. Well, some like Sebastian aren't so happy, but they could make that effort.

He has planned it all, and it was worth it. For that smile, those happy tears, and those laughers and happiness filling the manor for the rest of the evening.

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He has never been much of a talker. Ever since you both met, he mostly listened to you, no matter what you'd say. And he has a great memory too.

Fred is a caring man, he just stays quiet. He doesn't want to be noticed, he likes his tranquility, despite the circumstances of his current work under William. He absolutely adores the idea of being in charge of the garden, though.

He doesn't show it, but he appreciates plants and flowers. And whenever you may search him, you always find him there. He's peacefully repotting some flowers, to make sure they can grow further.

His head snaps up when you ask him if you can help. “Shouldn't you.. be with the others, celebrating your birthday..?„ he's unsure. He looks at you with suspicions, but in the end, he relents. You must have your reasons to not be celebrating it with them.

He loves spending time with you, but he doesn't want you to restrain yourself from having a good time just because he's tending to flowers.

But when he sees you, right here, with a smile as you carefully move a flower, it feels him with joy. He doesn't show his love much, he does it through small gestures like making sure there's always some of your favourite flowers in the bedroom for the scent. Or to stay with you throuhough breakfast.

It's those small gestures that makes you love him even more each day. And you just want to spend time with him, especially today.

He shyly scoots closer to you, to correct you. “You shouldn't be doing it like that.. it can hurt the roots.„ he doesn't scold you, he just tries to teach you.

Yet, he doesn't move away once done. He stays close. Until he gathered the courage to press his lips against your temple. “Happy birthday.„

It's cute, the way he quickly walks away to care for other plants. But you just thank him quietly. The day passes in a blur, and without even noticing, the moon is in the sky, and you're both still in the greenhouse.

He holds you tight against him, the garden not over yet but it's too late to keep working. And he has cut a rose to give you, making sure to also cut the thorns so you can't get hurt.

“We should head back inside, it's getting cold.„ he helps you up, until you're both home. He even helps to wash your hands, in your sleepy state.

He never thought he'd enjoy gardening with someone so much, and yet..

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/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuchi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[simpforpeterp]

Simon Petrikov x Reader

Nostalgia

summary: a short but sweet one shot in which you’re simon’s neighbor, a human. and human’s in a post apocalyptic world can find funny ways to connect

warnings: usage of beautiful but not gender specific, the briefest mention of 9/11????

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i really want to see more simon x reader so i’ll be the change i want to see in the world /j but anyway this isn’t the fic i had the dream about but something different also if you spot the djats reference i will give you a million kisses also PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

You stroll outside, shutting the door behind you and it’s sunny. It’s nice, it’s not blinding and the wind is blowing a slight chill. You make your way to the side of your house where your trash cans are and immediately see something in the window next door. Your neighbor is sitting there reading. You look down for a moment and when you look back up, he’s looking back. You wave and smile to not be mean or anything and he puts up his pointer finger before setting his book down and walking away.

Fuck. You didn’t want to interact with him today. And maybe not ever. It’s not anything personal. You mean it in the most honest way that anyone could mean it when you say that it’s not him, it’s you. It feels too awkward. Is he gonna talk about the Ice King? Is he gonna cry if it gets brought up?

Within seconds, his door is open and he steps down into the grass between the houses. He walks closer and smiles at you again despite the slightly awkward silence and the crunching of the grass as he walks closer.

“Hi, neighbor.” He grins.

“Hi, how’s it going?” You calmly reply.

“Good, good. Have we met?” He asks.

“Um…sort of.” You tilt your head and squint the slightest bit.

“Was I…” He starts but can’t seem to finish, it’s too much.

“Yeah.” You nod awkwardly.

“Oh. Well, I hope I- he, didn’t make too bad of an impression.” He laughs nervously.

“He kind of did but you’re doing well so far.” You laugh and he can’t help but join, looking at the ground for a moment.

“You’re human, right?” He asks.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I’m a witch. A human witch.” She explains.

“Is that how you survived the mushroom war?” He asks.

“No, I just stood out in the open and yelled until anyone and everyone could hear me and come find me.” You smirk.

“Really? That doesn’t sound like it would help you at all.” His face is pure and utter confusion.

“I was kidding. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” You reach your hand out to him.

“I’m Dr. Simon Petrikov. It’s nice to meet you, I’ve seen you through the window but I’ve never said hi or anything. That wasn’t meant to be creepy, I just mean, shit. You leave the blinds open a lot and I like to read by my window. I’m aware that this doesn’t sound any less creepy than before, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Well, Dr. Simon Petrikov, it’s nice to meet you too. And it’s a good thing I’m usually fully clothed then or else this would probably be more awkward. Anyway, I’ll be right back, I’m gonna take these out.” You point to the trash and recycling bins.

“Here, I can help.” He puts one hand on the trash can, ready to pull it.

“Oh, thank you.” You smile before putting your hand on the recycling can.

You silently drag the cans onto the driveway and then to the end. He watches you in the corner of his eye as they do. You’re beautiful. And maybe it’s just the way the sun is shining to make you look effortlessly radiant but you look incredible. He had noticed that about you before but never like this.

You look at him as the two of you leave them at the end with a smile. And you do it with no shame. You look at him and smile like you’ve never had to worry about the awkward dance of one person looking and the other looking away, that whole back and forth. Like you’ve got this natural way of holding his gaze, as if it's a secret language only you share, leaving him silently longing for that same self-assured charm. You’re pulling him in like a moth to a flame. And it’s so weird, he doesn’t understand it.

“Do you know a lot about me already?” He abruptly turns to ask you as you place the bins side by side.

“Should I?” You ask with the smallest laugh that pulls him in more.

“I- I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“Are you busy right now? Other than the reading and watching me by the window?” You joke.

“No, I’m not just, and I’m sorry about that again.” He replies sheepishly.

“Wanna get breakfast with me? Or coffee? Whatever it is that you take with your books.” You grin.

“That would be nice,” A small smile grows across his face. “There’s a good mom-and-pop place down the road if you want to go there.”

“Okay, cool. Let me just go get my bag.” You nod before quickly turning to go back to your house. You do a quick little run to the door before shutting it. Simon just uses this opportunity to make sure he doesn’t forget his wallet inside.

“Table for two?” The hostess asks and Simon almost shivers. He hasn’t heard that in a minute. You nod with a hum and a smile before the older woman grabs two menus and silverware wrapped in napkins.

She leads the way to a small booth by a window, showing the beautiful day outside. You slide into the booth as Simon does the same across from you. Their waitress immediately asks for your drink orders while placing the menus down.

“I’ll just have coffee, please.” Simon smiles.

“Can I please have an iced tea with three lemons?” You ask and Simon can’t help but smile wider before the waitress heads back to the kitchen.

“Three lemons? That’s specific.”’

“Iced tea, three lemons. Club soda, two limes. Martini with two olives and an onion. I'm particular about my drinks,” She laughs. “I'm particular about a lot of things.”

“I am too. Just wait until my coffee gets here.” He grins.

He plays into your every word, your every topic of conversation. You remind him of home. Of the way things used to be before the mushroom war. And you have this confidence that he can’t understand. In simpler terms, you’re absolutely enchanting him.

The conversation is effortless. It’s easy to get wrapped up in the back and forth and talk about things from your past. Things that no one else here could possibly remember. The nonsensical chatter is addicting to him. He hates to admit it but damn, has he missed feeling human.

You talk about what could be considered the dumbest things. You discuss the best and the worst of the nineties. Your favorite shows, songs, movies, just anything and everything pop culture. You even, of course, had to talk about the mandatory question of where you were during 9/11. Simon was always so focused on other things, he’s never talked about pop culture like this. But because no one ever understands certain niche things from the past, he’s bringing up everything.

Simon would be the last person you’d expect to even say the name Paris Hilton but in a few minutes, he’s talking about her. But he admittedly doesn’t have too much to say about things that aren’t in his line of work or other more academic things. Once the OJ Simpson trial gets brought up, he has more to say.

Your food comes and goes, neither of you really caring about that. You get wrapped up in this. You talk and talk and talk and it never seems to run dry. It’s nice.

“This has been…incredible.” Simon sighs.

“It really has been. I miss talking about stupid shit like this.” You laugh.

“I didn’t even realize how much I missed it until today.” He can’t help but smile at you.

“We should do this again. This was…really nice.” You tell him.

“I would love to.”

[kvohru]

absolutely ravishing - maiko week ’24 day 3/4

prompts - jealousy / parents

inspired by this tweet by kvohru 'maiko headcanon zuko puts baby izumi's hair into mai's buns anytime he pisses mai as a way of silly apology/getting her to soften up & talk to him WALK WITΗ ΜΕ' in which maiko go to a party and mai feels left out. baby izumi is the cutest. zuko is a good father. amongst other things lol.

It was a lovely, sunny morning, and Mai was pissed off.

Normally, this wouldn’t have been anything out of the ordinary—after all, she was famously ‘angry at the world’, but this was different. Today, Mai was pissed at the Firelord.

Also known as her husband.

He was, admittedly, unsure as to what he’d done to warrant her annoyance today, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting her further by asking. God, no. He’d rather pluck every hair off his body than have Mai think he was an inattentive, dismissive, careless husband who didn’t care about his gorgeous, beautiful wife! He was better than that, thank you very much. So he did the next best thing and tried to rack his brain, thinking over his actions over these past few hours.

Okay, he thought, pulling out a teapot from the cupboard. This mood started at, like, 8 pm last night? He put on some water to boil, falling into that familiar rhythm of making tea.

Because he was the Firelord, he rarely had the chance to do things for himself, and while that was an insane privilege he frankly enjoyed, it was nice to take a break from everything and just be with his family, away from the hubbub of the palace.

Hence this vacation at Ember Island.

The moment he realised he had a few off-days in his calendar, he decided to plan for him and his wife to go on vacation.

He let the teapot boil and started on breakfast. Rice for the rice porridge, what remained of the dumplings and steamed buns they’d bought, and whatever else he could find. Oh, and eggs and chopped fruit for baby Izumi.

He smiled at the thought of their pudgy little 9 month old. She was just starting to speak, though that mostly came in the form of incoherent babbling with the occasional Mama. Yeah, she called them both Mama.

And yes, Zuko was a teensy bit sulky about that, but I digress.

Just as he was about to put his hair up and start on breakfast, he heard that distinct baby voice he was just thinking about. He glanced at the clock— yup, 7.30 a.m., on the dot. Izumi was awake.

Right now, it was usually a race with time. He had a very short window of time before Izumi’s good-tempered giggles would turn into wailing screams, and he was determined not to wake Mai up any earlier than she needed to be.

She was on vacation and she deserved to rest.

Also, she was mad at him. So. He really didn't need to make it worse for himself.

“I’m coming, darling,” he called out in a whisper when he was close enough, crossing the distance in long strides. At the sight of that little girl in her crib, all chubby limbs and big golden eyes, he smiled and reached to grab her. “Hi, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling into that space between her cheek and shoulder and kissing her. “D’you sleep well?”

She made an incoherent baby noise and happily grabbed a strand of his long hair, which was, positively, one of her favourite pastimes, it seemed. He winced, regretting not putting it up earlier. “Let’s get you changed,” he said, trying to untangle her fingers from his hair— that is, trying to undo that vice-like grip babies seemed to have. I mean, at least that meant her fine-motor skills were good? Pincer grip, and all, right?

She didn’t let go. He sighed.

“Sweetheart, you need to let go so I can get you out of this nasty diaper.”

She didn’t budge.

“Don’t you wanna change so we can surprise Mama with breakfast? We won’t have time if you keep this up.” Just as he had begun to suspect that reasoning with a nine month old was a lost cause, she actually let go.

“Mama!”

“Oh, of course that’s what gets you to let go!” He clicked his tongue.

She giggled again, and, instead of grabbing his hair, she valiantly took to doing her other favourite pastime. Which was just, like, smacking him on the face repeatedly.

Think like, someone clapping their hands, but instead it’s just his face between her hands.

Since he was almost always on morning duty, this was more or less how every morning went.

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Finally, after much trials and tribulations (i.e. Zuko violently getting his hair pulled and cheeks pinched), Izumi was changed into an adorable onesie and strapped into her high chair in the kitchen.

Oh, also, the water had completely evaporated in the time it took them to do all that, so he needed to refill the teapot. “What would Uncle think if he sees this,” he grumbled, opening the window to let the steam out.

Now that that was all over with, he was again plagued with the fact that Mai was mad at him, and he didn't know why! So, being the mature Firelord he was, he decided to take that issue to council.

“Your mom is mad at me,” he said to Izumi, quickly tying his long hair back and away from his face, in a loose bun at the bottom of his head, and rolling up his sleeves.

Izumi babbled excitedly and kicked her feet at the reference of her mother. “Mama!”

“Yup, that’s the one,” Zuko agreed, chuckling. He pulled out a bamboo steamer and started preparing the dumplings and steamed buns, planning on letting them steam while he washed and cooked the rice. “Anyway, as I was saying, Mama is mad at me, but I don’t know why. I tried asking her last night, of course, but she said she was ‘fine’, which is, obviously, a blatant lie.”

He cut up some fruit on a plate for Izumi to hold her off while everything else was ready. He had approximately twenty minutes until Mai got up, which he figured would be enough.

“I can’t really recall doing anything to upset her last night, and I don’t even know when she got upset, you know? She was fine and then she suddenly wasn’t!” He finished washing the rice and transferred it over to a pot to cook. Drying his hands, he continued, “But” —he turned to Izumi seriously, crouching down to her eye level— “of course, me not remembering or knowing why Mai is upset does not mean that I am not at fault!” He cupped Izumi’s cheeks, interrupting her mid-chew. She grinned happily at him with her whopping six (!) teeth. (New development, by the way). He continued, determined to set a good example for his daughter, “Even if I don’t understand why Mama’s upset — even if she has told me, and I still don't get it — she still deserves an apology, because at the end of the day, I upset her, and that’s all that matters. Understood, Firelord Izumi?” He playfully pinched her little nose (which was identical to her mother’s), and she giggled, reaching for him with fruit-sticky hands.

“Anyway…” and so he continued, thinking out loud with his daughter and trying to puzzle out the reason for his darling wife’s anger at him, all while making breakfast for their family of three.

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“Mai, come on, we'll be late!” Zuko called out, fastening his red robes around his waist.

“Well I don't know what to wear!” she called back from her place in the closet, frustrated.

“It doesn't matter! You look—”

“—And I love you, but you telling me that ‘I look beautiful in everything’ does not help!”

Zuko sighed. He'd dressed himself and Izumi in the time it took for his darling wife to… affectionately, make a mess of their closet and complain about having nothing to wear.

Placing Izumi in her little chair, he said with an affectionate roll of the eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.”

“Is this good?” Mai asked, bashfully, when Zuko rapped his knuckles on the closet door and walked in, leaning against the doorframe.

He breathed out. She looked beautiful.

She was wearing a long, pretty, dark red dress that hugged her curves and flared out at the bottom. It had a row of buttons that sloped from the neckline down to her side, and dainty golden embroidery that matched her eyes and the gold and red fan earrings she wore. Her hair was in the usual hairstyle she'd adopted in her adult years— half of it in an elegant bun at the back of her head towards her nape, and the rest in two strands over her shoulders and down over her chest.

He noticed she put two beautiful gold pins through the bun.

“Do you like it?” she asked again, and he had an inclination her rosy cheeks weren't just due to an excess of powder blush. She adjusted it over her hips. “Is it too tight? It doesn't fit the same since” —she bit the inside of her cheek, averting her eyes and smoothing the fabric over her stomach— “Izumi.”

Zuko moved closer, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Her hands went to his chest automatically, a familiar affection built over years of being together. “You look,” he rasped, hoisting her up by her waist and wrapping his arms around her middle, “absolutely ravishing.”

He craned his neck and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, kissing and gently tugging back. She wrapped her legs tighter around her and grinned despite herself, cupping his cheeks and looking down at him. One thing she enjoyed about being carried was the limited height she gained over Zuko.

She leaned down and kissed him again, their lips interlocking in an easy embrace. “Are you sure? You're not just saying that to get me to hurry up?” He could still hear a hint of unsurety in her low, raspy voice.

“Positive,” he responded in kind, slanting his lips over hers, “but if you don't want to go…” his hand slipped down her back to her ass.

She rolled her eyes without any heat, picking up on his very obvious implication. “Alright, horndog. Hands off.” She hopped down and adjusted her dress before looking up at him through her lashes and, teasingly, parroting back, “We'll be late.”

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The sight Mai was met with when she walked downstairs was, she thought, a sight she could never get bored of. It was such a quintessential picture of domesticity she, at one point in her life, could've never imagined would've been hers.

Her husband in the kitchen making breakfast while their daughter sat beside him, babbling incoherently the way babies did.

“Really?! And what after that?” he asked animatedly, humouring said daughter while still focused on the plate he was assembling. Mai exhaled softly, leaning against the doorframe and just watching.

Watching her husband’s overly focused face as he diligently placed the fresh steamed buns onto a plate using chopsticks, a furrow in his dark brows and his hair tied back, all the while nodding along with Izumi’s story (which was, of course, all adorable gibberish).

And Izumi, who was sitting in a high chair and shoving eggs into her mouth using her entire fist, no doubt making a mess around her. What struck her though was Izumi’s hair, which was in two little buns at the sides of her head, and the front was smoothed over her head in a silly imitation of a fringe.

Mai bit back a smile.

This was obviously Zuko’s attempt at recreating Mai’s infamous hairstyle on their daughter. Which was a regular occurrence.

“Mai!” Zuko had finally noticed her.

Even after all these years of being together, and a whole child together, he still had a way of lighting up so genuinely every time he saw her. And no, this is not a firebending pun.

The way his eyes widened in an almost child-like excitement and his immediate awestruck kind of smile that made him resemble his sixteen year old self were almost enough for her to forget the fact that she was upset with him. Almost.

He set down the food, which was all ready now, and wiped his hands before walking up to her. “Sleep well?” he asked gently, tilting her chin up to kiss her. His touch was feather-light, so she could tell he was hesitant. Clearly, he hadn’t nor was he pretending to have forgotten about her mood, so. One point for him.

She let him kiss her, and she kissed back, because over their years of being together, one of the things she realised was that dealing with conflict did not mean that they had to rescind their love from each other— and especially for them two, whose primary language was physical touch.

“I slept pretty well,” she replied, her raspy voice full of that polite disinterest most people were used to hearing from her. To someone else, maybe, this wouldn't have been any cause for concern or anything out of the ordinary, but Zuko was immediately alarmed.

He could always tell.

So she's still upset. That was fine. He hadn't really expected otherwise. In fact, this was good for him, because there was no chance she could dismiss his questions about it now and say that ‘Oh, it's nothing, don't worry about it’.

They sat down to eat, and after a moment of awkward silence that made him feel like a seventeen year old in an argument with his girlfriend (also Mai) again, he broke.

“What did I do?” he blurted out. It wasn't an accusatory or patronising or deliberately obtuse question in any way. He sounded painfully earnest. “I know I did something to upset you, but I just… don't know what it is. I'm sorry. I tried to think, but I still don't know. I love you. Please tell me.”

If any of his friends could see him right now, the high and mighty Firelord, practically (unintentionally) giving his wife puppy eyes, they'd probably say he was pathetically in love.

And they'd be right.

Mai sighed and put her chopsticks down.

Another thing she'd realised over the years was that, as corny as it sounded, communication really was key. There was no use going in circles and beating around the bush and waiting for the other person to figure it out. Sometimes—most times—you just needed to have the conversation and move on.

Butttttt that doesn't mean that she didn't enjoy making him sweat sometimes. Most times.

“Last night,” she supplied. “At the party.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he responded without missing a beat, spooning a bit of dumpling into Izumi's mouth. “Good, huh?” He grinned when she got all excited and signed more. He directed his attention back at Mai, “Sorry. Keep going, baby.”

She feigned frustration, turning her face away from him while stroking Izumi’s hair, playing with the tiny buns. The feeling of the soft sprouts of hair between her fingers almost made her crack a smile. She knew it was Zuko's way of softening her up, but she didn't crack, wanting to make him sweat a little longer.

She shrugged nonchalantly, saying, “Your little… girlfriend was there last night. You didn't tell me she'd be there.”

He blinked. “Jin?!”

Mai scoffed. “Still on a first name basis, huh?” She shook her head in bewilderment, muttering, “You'd think the Firelord would have some respect for his wif—”

“Darling,” he breathed, interrupting her, in so much theatrical disbelief she almost laughed. He was so dramatic. He left his chair and immediately went to kneel in front of her, taking her hand in his.

Out of everything he could've guessed, it never would've been this. Mai was never jealous—not of his old girlfriends (just the one), that is. And of course, he wasn't faulting her for that or anything, but it was just… unexpected.

They'd met Jin the previous night unexpectedly at the party, and having already been well acquainted years ago (and having gone to Jin's wedding and having invited her to theirs, and having had Jin visit them on numerous occasions, the most recent being Izumi's birth), he'd safely assumed that speaking to Jin was fine. Right?

I mean, come on, Jin and Mai were closer than Jin and Zuko ever had been! They'd gone on one date, for God's sake!

But he wouldn't dare discredit Mai's feelings, no matter what.

“Did I say something specific that upset you? Or was it just the fact that I was having a conversation with her to begin with?” he asked, stroking her cold knuckles with his thumb, the contrast between their body temperature making him want to just scoop her up and take her to their bed to warm her up. In any means necessary.

Again, his question was nothing more than earnest.

“I… don't know,” Mai answered honestly, because even though she thought she didn't really care, she realised that she really was a little hurt, still. She had, of course, had time to think about it the previous night in the shower, and she'd come to the conclusion that while, yes, she was a little hurt at him barely paying any attention to her the whole night, busy both with Jin and everyone else who kept flanking him for a chance to speak with the Firelord, it was mostly the hormones speaking and after taking a little time to cool down, she understood that her feeling left out didn't mean that he was intentionally leaving her out. “I guess I just felt a bit jealous. And left out.”

“Mai…”

She squirmed. Even after all these years, she still felt that vague discomfort in the pit of her stomach when vocalising her feelings.

She rushed to say, “I know it's nothing and that you love me and that you're the Firelord and it's your duty to—”

“I am your husband before I am the Firelord,” he fiercely interrupted and pulled her down to join him on the floor. The gentleness of his touch contrasted the tone of his voice, both determined and desperate. “I am yours before I am anyone else's. My duty is to you, first and foremost, and I was wrong to neglect you in a party I brought you to. We came here to relax— to enjoy time away from all that Firelord bullshit, but I still found away to sink back into that role.”

“Zuko,” she said quietly with a hint of a smile, leaning into him and looping her arms around his neck, “it really isn't that big of a deal.” She kissed him sweetly once, his arms instantly going around her and pulling her closer against him. “I was just hormonal.” Then with an adorably teasing smirk that Zuko wanted to kiss off her face, she jested, “You can stop with the melodrama now.”

He huffed a laugh and spoke sincerely against her lips, “Still. I don't care if it was ‘the hormones���. I still upset you, and I'm sorry.”

“It wasn't a big deal,” she insisted, but deep down, she was really glad he cared so sincerely for her feelings.

“Don't care. I'm still sorry.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile and the rumble of laughter in her chest. “Fine, you drama queen.” She leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. “I forgive you.”

He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, one side of his lips tugging up in a smirk. “So soon?” he murmured against her, slipping his fingers in her long silky hair. “I was ready to make it up to you.”

Before the kiss could escalate any further—their daughter was right there, hello?—Mai pushed Zuko away, laughing. “Are you in heat?” she asked, giggling.

He gave her a lopsided grin. “For you? Always.”

She shook her head with laughter and pulled him up to stand. They made a good couple.

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DRACOPIA 🫵🏻 NOW‼️ Write some dracopia, you can choose if is going to be smut or fluff or both. The theme, can be about copia dealing with the fact that as he in love with the reader he can't suck her blood, and is painful.

Ohhhhhhhh you knew exactly what you were doing when you requested Dracopia..... and lucky for you I have so many thoughts about this man. So many. So many.

Written in the setting of the Ministry because if I went with a regency AU, I would have gotten far too carried away...

Warnings: sfw but a bit suggestive, blood, biting, vampirism (duh), passing out/fainting, confessions, dracopia is a sweetheart and doesn't want to hurt you

Reader is gender neutral.

Dracopia

The first time you meet him is after he's already been watching you for a while

He first saw you through his bedroom window, on a sunny day at the Abbey. You were walking along a path in the gardens and the sun shone off your hair so beautifully

He usually hates the sun but it was made for you.

You have a routine, he realizes. You take walks on nice days right after the lunch hour and always go the same way, around the hydrangea bushes and around the small duck pond

But he can only ever watch you from his window, for fear of getting burnt

So the first time you meet Copia is at night, when you can't sleep.

(I feel weird calling him Dracopia as his name okay fight me)

He's working at his desk with his office door open when you walk by on your way to the library for something to read

Huh... that's strange. There usually aren't any Siblings awake at this hour

He gets up from his desk to peer after you and realizes it's you and that now's his chance

He accompanies you to the library because he's a gentleman, he can't let a Sibling walk alone at night (he's enamoured with you and the sound of your voice)

Offers you a comfortable place in his office to read while he works

He likes to work at night so it's not often that he has company, much less the company of someone who smells so good

That becomes part of your routine, too. When you can't sleep, you know you're always welcome in his office and the two of you can sit in silence or chat. He wants to make sure you're comfortable

Once, you fall asleep on the loveseat against the wall. He doesn't want to disturb you but it would look strange if a groggy Sibling in their pajamas walked out of his office in the morning

So he gently picks you up and carries you back to your dormitory (which he's walked you back to several times, so he knows the route by heart)

Your head is tucked into his neck and the pulse of your arteries are so loud in his ears

Your scent is so much stronger like this

It would be so easy to turn his head and just...

No. He can't do that to you. Not without your informed consent

That's the night he realizes he's in love with you. With anyone else he would've just fed without another thought

But he cares so much for you that he can't imagine even pressing his lips against you without your explicit permission

Oh, to press his lips against you everywhere. To feel your skin against his, the strong thrum of your pulse on his lips, the soft sounds of pleasure you'd make as he takes you slow...

He knows it's wrong to think about you like this, while you're asleep in his arms.

But you smell so good, and he needs to know if he'll ever have a chance.

The next night he finds you and explains what he is, what he's done, what he has to do to survive

He expects you to run for the hills or cower away from him, but you don't

You're surprisingly... accepting?

You tell him that he's still the same man as before, and the only difference is that now you know why he's always awake at night

You ask him all sorts of questions. Has he killed anyone? If so, did they deserve it? How often does he need to feed? Do other blood sources work?

And he answers them all completely honestly because he wants you to know you can trust he'll never hurt you

You say that it must be extremely hard for him, to have watched his family, friends, everyone he loves die while he stayed living

(This makes him more emotional than he'd wanted to be, only because it's coming from you)

You ask him if he needs to feed now, and he nearly passes out, because yes, he would love to feed now but are you sure you know what you're asking?

Yes, you're sure

He's shaking when he takes you into his arms for the first time

"Let me kiss you, first"

He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you, until he's certain that you understand he doesn't just want you because of your blood

His lips trail down to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and then he pauses, his fangs brushing against your skin, and then he bites

And oh, your blood is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted. He could get lost in you--your taste, your scent, the velvety feel of your warm blood on his tongue as he drinks from you.

It's quite erotic. Not just your blood, but holding you so close makes him excruciatingly hard against you and he can't help but rut into you a few times, making you groan with pleasure

But then you start to get light-headed and dizzy, and your vision darkens around the corners

Copia is so engrossed in you, so wrapped up in his instinct to feed that he barely picks up when you begin to grow limp in his arms

But when you do pass out, he stops immediately.

What has he done? How could he do this to you? You trusted him with your life source and he couldn't control himself

He quickly bandages the puncture wounds on your neck and tucks you into your bed, then leaves

You probably won't ever want to see him again, right? Not after what he's done.

The next night you find him in his office and demand to know what happened, because you woke up alone and cold and feeling weak

He explains everything to you, how he got carried away because you're the most delectable thing he's ever tasted in his many, many years of semi-life

He explains that he didn't mean to hurt you, that there's no excuse for what he did or how he took advantage of your kindness

And you forgive him anyway

He doesn't understand why. Why would you forgive him for something so awful

"Because I love you"

Copia cries and tells you he loves you too, that he isn't deserving of your affections, that he's a monster and you shouldn't waste your life with him

You aren't having any of that so you quiet him with a kiss

You offer to help him feed again a couple more times, but he always refuses because he's terrified of hurting you. He can get blood from other places

Sometimes wakes up in a cold sweat after dreaming of feeding from you, the taste of you still fresh in his mouth and the image of you limp and pale in his arms burned into the backs of his eyes

No, he can never feed from you again. Your blood is too precious to waste, because it's the thing keeping you alive and beside him

If you ask him to turn you, he's extremely hesitant to. He wants you to understand what you're asking, and will refuse to turn you until you give it some more thought. If you still make the same decision after a few months, and you're certain you want to spend eternity with him, he'll turn you.

If you cherish your mortality too much, he'll absolutely respect that and make sure you feel loved and happy and safe every second of your life.

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I’ll meet you in my dreams - Chapter 2

Summary: You dreamed of the boy who played piano before you knew who he was. Humming the melodies you heard in your sleep brought BTS into your life and you thought it was just meant to be.When you finally have the chance to see him perform live, you realize that the dreams you have are more than a coincidence. You hope he dreams of you too.

Slow burn/ Slow build/ canon divergence/ d-day tour / soulmate- ish

Pairing: Idol! Min Yoongi x Reader

Ongoing

Masterlist

Author’s note: Hi tumblr! I’ve been wanting to post this fic here for such a long time! Seriously! I can’t believe I actually did it! I’m so excited for you to read this chapter! I post on AO3 first, but it’s nice to share my work on this platform too! Please send me your thoughts on this chapter, I’d love to hear it. I’ll come back in a few days with chapter 3, but if you want to read it before that, you can find it here. I hope you like it! Thank you for being here!

Chapter 2

February 2023

“…So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee…” you read.

“This is one of my favorites, and one of the most famous Shakespearean sonnets. You guys already know how much I love words but in this sonnet…” you pause with a sigh. “I feel so happy reading it, it took Shakespeare only 14 verses to explain how powerful and everlasting words are. Can you imagine how extraordinary it would feel to be the muse of a piece of work like this? I don’t want to go crazy over this, but how beautiful is that? And to see that he was indeed right, the poem does give life to his beloved muse, it makes me want to cry. How beautiful is that? Just think about it?!”

“Ms. _______, you are fangirling over poetry again” one of the students says.

“Well, it is my profession after all! I am also a fan of so many things, it’s the way I function!” You laugh. “But you guys need to agree, it’s beautiful. You should think about writing a sonnet like this to your Valentines next year… Does anyone want to comment on their first impressions of this piece before we go deep into our analysis?”

The students were ready to give their opinions when the bell rang, announcing your lesson was over and stopping the discussion from happening. The backpacks and chairs in the classroom combined in a messy, hustled melody created by your high schoolers. It was the end of the school day, after all.

“ Well, it’s nice to end the day with a hook. Please read Sonnet 18 one more time and write a short comment about it in your reading journals. We’ll discuss it in the next class. Enjoy your Valentine’s day, everybody!”

One by one, the students left the room, leaving you alone with the mess of the classroom. As usual, you organized the desks and chairs for the next day, erased the white board, turned the electronics off and put away all of the supplies in the cabinet. You only left out your pencil case and the piles of assignments to grade. It was Tuesday, but the faster you start grading, the easier your Friday will be. Even though being a teacher means that you eventually (or always) take work home, you made yourself a rule that you’d avoid working during your weekends. Also, no teacher wants to grade anything on a Friday afternoon. It’s not like you have anything to do on Valentine’s day, either way.

You directed your attention to the desk and a huff left your body as you thought about the few hours of unpaid work you had ahead of you. You didn’t know if the gray Tuesday made your situation worse or better. You tried to see it with a positive attitude: at least you wouldn't spend the next few hours inside, admiring a perfect sunny day through the windows of your classroom.

Before sitting down to start grading, you got your phone and your airpods in your bag, you didn’t bother to turn the airplane mode off, and, to be honest, that was probably the best option if you wanted to really focus on your work. A playlist of your favorite songs is the one selected for the occasion. You put your phone away, grab your green pen and start.

When The Truth Untold started, you were halfway through grading. You couldn’t help thinking of how unlucky you were. BTS came into your life only during the pandemic, which meant no concerts, but lots of content and late night meme videos and Korean lessons that distracted and helped you when you needed the most. When the concerts finally happened in the US, you were out of the country to complete part of your Masters in Literature in England. It was more than a dream come true, from visits to the Globe to visits to the lakes and all of the places your favorite authors and characters saw long before. It felt bittersweet. The timing was just wrong, and now, it felt like the chances of seeing all seven of them just escaped through your fingers. All you could do was wait. Wait until the seven of them come back, and trust them. It was hard, but was there another option?

Just fans understand how hard it is.

Alright, you need to focus on the grading.

The playlist kept going as you corrected and graded and wrote comments in each of the papers, carefully analyzing the work of your students. Every once in a while, you’d laugh at how they expressed their opinions on their essays. How fun their snarky comments were! The piles of paper were organized into folders. Thankfully, in less than three hours, the work was finally done, (until the next time, which will probably happen sooner than what you want.) It’s half of the week, and finally time to go home.

Winter was unusually warm this year. Still, the short walk from the school to the subway station felt longer because of the cold air. It wasn’t too cold, but it wasn’t comfortable either. The hot mass of air that embraces you as you enter the station is welcomed, at least during the colder seasons. The station was packed, it’s always a struggle when it’s peak time, but on days like this, when the busy people of the city go out to dinner to celebrate the existence of their love life, it is just the worst. When the train came, you found a spot where you could stay, close enough to the door so you could leave it three stations later.

You hope there is a seat for you in the Q train that will take you to Brooklyn. Deep down, you know it’s hopeless. At 6 pm Times Square station is filled with both New Yorkers and tourists. You could differentiate them easily, from their clothes to the kind of demeanor they have. The empty eyes were usually the giveaway whether someone was a New Yorker or not. You hoped you had the same curious eyes you had when you first moved to NYC for college, but you understand that, as much as you love the city and all it means to you and your journey, routine takes some of the magic away. Right now, you bet your face gives away your exhaustion too, if there’s someone watching you, you’re sure they know you live here.

People watching was your favorite pastime during your commuting time: imagining what each one of those people was like, their dreams and hopes, if they had any. Today, you could see a considerable amount of bouquets in the train, and it makes your imagination go wild imagining what expects these people once they get to their destination. You try not to get caught while you look at them for the next 30 minutes, then, you leave the train and walk home.

You were fumbling in your bag in a failed attempt to find your keys when the door of your apartment slammed opened.

“Where the hell were you?” Your roommate demanded.

“At the school, Cami.” You answered as you took your shoes off and went inside.

“ Why weren’t you answering your phone? I called so many times.”

“I was grading papers”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s not like I have a date”

“______ you seriously need to do a better job at answering your phone” she huffed. “I was freaking out here”

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is my family okay? It was in airplane mode and I just didn’t care to check it after I left the classroom.”

“Everybody is okay. Well, emotionally I’m definitely not okay. I’ve been freaking out here since I got home from work. Seriously, we need to communicate better so we can actually leave school together, we can grade here! Why do you have to stay there so late anyways? I needed to talk to you and You. Weren’t. Answering.” She paused. “Why am I freaking out? It’s not like it’s something I care about. Oh my God! Maybe I care about it because you care about it." Camila pointed at you. "What is happening to me?! Am I literally freaking out on Valentine’s day because of a tour of a guy that I’m not even interested in? I promise I won’t be alone for Valentine's day next year, I need a date to look forward to instead of getting crazy over a K-pop man. This is the worst day of my life!” Camila rambled while pacing in the living room

“Did you say tour?”

“Seriously? That’s all you heard?!”

“You were saying so many things”

“Alright, sit, and please, I am begging you to turn the airplane mode off”

You do as she says, and as soon as your phone connects to the wifi, hundreds of notifications pop on your screen, including notifications from the Weverse app. Your heart jumps. One of the members of BTS on tour? You opened the app.

SUGA | Agust D TOUR

“What?” Your voice was so low you could barely hear it.

“Why are you so calm? Isn’t he the whole reason why you are a BTS fan?” Camila pauses to massage her temples. "Why am I freaking out? Isn’t he the guy you dream about all the time? ”

Yes, he is. You thought. The one and only Min Yoongi. The reason why you became an ARMY in the first place.

Turns out, the mysterious guy from your dreams back in 2020 was real. You've dreamt of him so many times before finding out he was actually a living person and not a figment of your imagination.

After the first time dreaming about him, you were washed with a sense of comfort you couldn’t quite understand. The crying over your ex had gotten better with each dream, simply because the feeling of seeing him in your sleep made you feel happy the whole day and forget anything else.

You could see him… Writing, laughing with the most precious smile, reading, recording at the studio, and at last… playing the piano. A real piano. The first time you heard him, though, he looked younger, but you could still see the same focus and the same passion as he played each note so beautifully. That morning of quarantine, almost a month after the first dream, you woke up with the urge to cry from how mighty the scene was. The warmth of the presence of the boy in the piano was already a familiar feeling, but actually listening to his music? Ah, you wanted to stay in that scenario forever. You hummed the song throughout the day, you asked Camila if she knew that melody, just so you could listen to it again. You thought about that the whole time, until you remembered how technology existed and you could just hum the melodies to your cell phone.

It was a BTS song.

And so you listened to that sweet piano melody, and heard him rapping for the first time. And searched for the names of the guys in the band. And finally, you saw the face of that mysterious man on your phone screen. It was weird that you dreamed of an actual person that turned out to produce music before knowing the person actually existed, right? Why you were dreaming about a korean idol and why it made you feel so content was a mystery to you. You tried not to dwell on that, realizing this was the way the universe sent BTS to you, when you needed it the most. And slowly, moving on from your trauma was easier. Letting your ex-boyfriend go was getting simpler each day. You finished that letter (Was it a letter or a novel? With the amount of pages you wrote, you didn’t even know anymore) and just let it go. Yoongi helped you, the boys helped you, and they didn’t even know.

Sometimes when you watch stuff, you get washed with the sense of deja vu. But it is what it is. Yoongi keeps popping in your dreams from time to time, you started to write about him and you irresistibly became an ARMY. How could you not?

“Earth to ______'' Camila snapped her fingers in front of your face “ I thought you’d scream! For God’s sake, I did! Why aren’t you freaking out when I am? You are the fan!”

“Sorry, Cami, I just don’t know how to react. You know how much they all mean to me. But with him… I just can’t believe I’ll finally have the chance to see him” your eyes burned filled with tears.

“Oh, amiga… We will try all we can to get you the best tickets. You will see him play the piano in front of you. I know how much this means to you, how much you changed after you became a fan. I will make sure it happens. I promise.”

You looked at your friend, sitting by your side on the pink couch you insisted on buying for your living room.

“You can’t control that, Cami”

“I can’t, but I will sign up for the pre-sale with as many email accounts as I can. I will even buy the membership thing.”

“ You sound like a fan”

“Well, if he helps you so much, maybe I should be a fan, do you think one of them could visit me in my sleep too? I bet it would be fun” She jokes.

“I wish I could talk to him, even in my dreams”

“When you go to the concert, he will look at you and you guys will fall in love”

“Cami, this is not fanfiction”

“Are you really quoting me right now? Well, I will create my own fanfiction if I want to. Nothing’s impossible. It would be great, then next year you won’t be alone for Valentine’s day. Maybe we can go on a double date, cause next year I’ll definitely have someone.”

“I’m not alone, you are literally in front of me”

“You know the kind of alone I’m talking about. Now, let’s make our Galentine’s dinner. I saw this recipe of spinach gnocchi that seems very easy. I want to try it tonight. Then, we’ll have a date with Mr. Darcy.”

“Camila, have I told you that I love you?”

“Te quiero, amiga, but you better answer your phone next time”

🪷🪷🪷

After squealing during the entirety of “Pride and Prejudice”, you called it a night and went to your room. It was late, but you couldn’t stop yourself from checking all of the details of the announcement and texting your ARMY friends back.

It felt surreal. That your bias will go on a tour. That you’ll finally have the chance of seeing one of them. Excitement was an understatement. You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage. You needed to sleep now, but your whole body was already buzzing with anticipation of going to the concert, of seeing Yoongi in front of you in real life.

Instead, you open the Weverse live and watch it. You pay attention as he talks about Slam Dunk and shares about Fashion Week. You worry when he said he hasn’t eaten, you smile with him once you see his reaction to the tour announcement coming out. You are washed with a wave of love for the artist on the screen.

“It’s not good to be delusional, _______” you say out loud. But you are not sleepy enough right now, and it was indeed Valentine’s day, so your imagination starts making up alternate realities of what could’ve been. You get your dear journal and write a poem, a confession.

“Let’s see each other in person, Yoongi” That’s what you hope and pray for.

🪷🪷🪷

Yoongi POV

Yoongi woke up on that Wednesday with that fuzzy feeling on his chest again. He knew this was getting too weird for his own good, there was no way dreaming about a random person he had never seen in his life was a normal thing.

Three years ago, he thought seeing a woman crying while writing was just a way his brain found to deal with his own creative process and the frustrations coming with it. But the story was getting too complex, the scenes were getting too detailed. There’s no way he knew sonnet 18 by Shakespeare by heart to create that kind of scene. He didn’t even know it by heart in Korean!

He couldn’t complain. He was nervous about his solo tour and his album and seeing her in his dreams gave him a warm sensation of calmness. He hasn’t heard her voice many times, so listening to the teacher in his dreams reading that poem with such devotion made him happy. He closed his eyes, still in bed, trying to replay it in his mind. The big smile and kind eyes shining so bright while talking about the sonnet with so much passion… His heart shrinks a little, the good kind of pain, he wishes he could see her for real, if she’s real. She must be. She has to.

He knew that feeling wouldn’t leave him, even if he tried, the warmth, the pull and the want to see her one more time. This would follow him for the rest of the day and he was getting used to it after such a long time.

He didn’t know what to do. Yoongi knew people would say he’s crazy if he dared to talk about this out loud. So, he resorted to his old friends, the yellow notepad and the pencil. And just like the other times she followed him in his mind, he wrote her another song.

To be continued.

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Iucunda Memoria

A.N: Hello, it's been awhile, but I'm here again! This fic is inspired by @a-casual-kpopfan, thank you so much for editing and being a massive inspiration (I hate you btw.)

“Nice day, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a bright sunny day.”

The park feels a lot brighter these days, usually it’s empty at this hour, but people are currently playing with their friends, parents with their children, and a couple of people hanging out playing board games, it’s just setting the mood a bit nice. You’re also happy because it’s been months since the last time you had seen her, so it’s a good change of pace to your life since the last few months have been terrible for you. College starting to get hectic and your research has been, well, let’s call it slowing down.

What can a college student do to improve their life?

Normally people hang out at cafes, talking about their life and what’s going on with their studies, discussing assignments, eating together, that sort of thing. But with you, an introverted college student, all you can do is play games on your computer, maybe continue your research, stare at the world from the small window in your room, thinking about what’s going to happen next.

You have your friends of course, but that doesn’t mean that you want to go out with them all the time, the majority of your life is filled with thoughts of happier days back in your childhood and teenage year, and you’re wondering “where did it wrong in your life that led to this point?”

Nonetheless, here you are now, in the park near your university under the bright sunlight, beaming the earth and making the flowers bloom. It’s blissful, everything’s good, and everything’s all right, with you, and your partner.

“Usually it’s empty, looks like people are slowly returning to their usual activities.” You said.

“Right, it almost feels… Unnatural, like something is aligning together for some reason.” She replied.

She got a good point, and you start to think, “what’s going on? Why do I feel sad yet happy somehow?” You’re both here, spending time together just like in the old days when both of you cherished the moment, sitting there on the same bench where you and your partner used to sit since the moment you met.

Where you shared all the moments in your life, and she shared hers with you, creating a bond that you didn’t know was possible, you never thought that someone like you, who is isolating yourself from other people, managed to tie this knot of friendship, and even formed a relationship, something that you didn’t even know exist.

Relationships are a strange concept.

How can someone manage to tie themselves to another person they didn’t even know about?

How can someone develop feelings for another?

Where did it come from?

It’s always a mystery waiting to be solved. At least that’s how you used to think. For whatever reason, you are involved in a relationship too, with someone whom you adored and cherished the most.

Your partner since high school, Jo Haseul.

“What’s going on right now? How are things going for you?” She asked, with that beautiful tone that you used to hear every time she comes home from work, waiting for a call from you.

“Well, the usual, still studying and researching for my thesis, it’s funny seeing my friends graduated earlier than me, it makes me sad seeing my progress, feeling like a failure every time I took a step, but life pulls you back two steps.”

“It does feel weird.” You thought to yourself. Normally, your colleagues would be calling you right now, asking for your help to assist with their research, but ever since you started falling behind, everything feels too fast-paced for you.

Now all your colleagues are already graduated from your university, now working at places you don’t even know about and having no way to contact them, since they are too busy with their work.

The feelings of being forgotten by your friends, and companies, are the worst thing imaginable for you.

“That feeling again, huh?” Forgetting people is something you could never comprehend. How do people just forget each other? It seems impossible, from your perspective. Whenever you made new acquaintances, you always tried to be the best person they can depend on, even though sometimes you are a very awkward person, you manage to find people that you can call “friend”, and form a study group together.

“It’s alright, everyone has their own pace, I think what’s being set for you, is a slow journey, waiting to end with a good one.”

“I always believe that people are meant to be happy, in any way possible, but sometimes, that happiness is there, waiting for the right time and the right place. You just need to discover it, even if it takes ages to find.”

There it is.

The positive attitude about her that you recognize so well. There’s something about being positive that just keeps your day together, even if the storms are gathering, the clouds start to block the sun, everything just turning dark, that positivity is what keeps you alive.

It’s what keeps you from giving up.

“Yeah, I guess. I never know how my life will end, with a blast or a letdown. To be honest, these days I feel like a zombie, walking around lifeless, with no clear goal of where to go, just me, myself and I. It feels weird, but it’s what I’ve been doing, at it keeps me at bay.” You tried to insert your inner thoughts, wanting her to support you again, with that positivity that you missed all the time.

“Honestly, that’s what kept me alive all this time, Haseul. You’re keeping me alive, you always believed in me, even though things are going downhill all the time, and I have to thank you for that, for believing in me, for supporting me, for cherishing me, for loving me all the time.”

You smiled at her, trying to lift your emotions back again, after being hit by a massive tragedy that shattered everything to pieces.

Hours pass and the two of you started to pack everything and leave the park, because it’s going to rain sooner rather than later, and you definitely don’t want to be caught standing alone in the rain again, like someone who’s lost.

“Thanks for everything, Haseul. It’s been fun seeing you again after all this time, I’m glad meeting you.” You tried to hold back those tears, and you started to hug her. Wanting to recognize those warm feelings again, after holding back everything, after what happened. But the storm arrived sooner than you thought, and when it came, it destroyed the whole foundation of what you believed in. Those feelings you were afraid of the most, showed up at the worst possible moment.

“Thank you. But who are you?”

[storiesofsvu]

Coffee in the park with Liz, please and thanks

Ah!! bless you!!

Elizabeth Donnelly x reader some language, completely unedited, pure fluff. Lort i miss Liz. Also this is only a hour past midnight meaning it counts for Ms Judith Light's birthday, right? LOL ETA; Because im an idiot and forgot. covers the coffee shop sq for @adarafaelbarba bingo!

It was technically still winter and you knew you were due for another cold snap later on in the month, but today happened to be one of those miraculously balmy, warm and sunny days. The days that you could actually forgo the full winter parka, instead of seeing your breath, sunbeams shined through the air and there was an overall sense of joy and freedom through the city. Days like today you wanted to take full advantage of the sunlight, knowing that it might be back to grey skies and chilly temps within the next twelve hours.

You knew Liz wasn’t in court today, it was a paperwork day and that likely meant she hadn’t left her chambers since she got there that morning. You wandered your usual route through the courthouse halls, leaving a gentle knock on her door before pushing it open and sure enough she was behind her desk, empty Tupperware beside her. She glanced up, her face shifting into a warm smile when she noticed it was you approaching her desk.

“And to what do I owe this lovely surprise.” She asked, a hand caressing at your cheek as you leant down to kiss her hello.

“Figured I’d swing by.”

“It’s a little late for lunch.” She gestured to the empty container, “though I am eternally grateful for those leftovers.”

“You’re welcome.” You grinned, “and I know, I was thinking coffee.”

“Well I don’t see a tray in your hand.” She teased and you laughed, grabbing at her hand.

“Nope. Because we’re going out!”

“Sweetheart I’ve got to finish this.”

“Yeah? For when?” You eyed her suspiciously and her cheeks pinked.

“Next Thursday.”

“Exactly.” You pressed a tender kiss to her cheek, “so we’re gonna hit Blue Spoon because you never stop bragging that they make your cappuccino the best in the city, and I’ve been craving their homemade chocolate chip cookies and I want a batch for dessert.”

“And then?” She raised a brow and you chuckled, watching her slip her coat back on and pick up her purse.

“A walk through the park. It’s really nice out today and your office barely has a window, you need some sunshine.”

“Are you saying I’m dull?” She teased and you feigned offence.

“Never in my life.”

Smiling, you accepted her hand in yours, fingers interlacing easily as you made your way out of the courthouse in perfect sync. Elizabeth had to admit, even just seeing you in the middle of a long work day made her mood skyrocket, she was forever grateful that you worked mainly from home and made your own schedule, able to work around hers when needed and you never once lectured her from working the long hours required. You’d simply show up to surprise her, leave a little treat on her desk for her to find later, make sure she had a healthy lunch to eat, or even just shoot off a text accompanied by a photo of whatever you were doing that day, or ingredients for dinner that she had to look forward to that night.

But her favourites were always these little outings, where she got to slip out of the Judge role and into just being her, where she knew no one from work would bother her since you were at her side, ones where she got to hold you hand, listen to you talk about your day, what you were excited for that coming weekend.

You practically bounded into the café, greeting the barista with a warm smile and they started your usual drink order without even having to ask. Elizabeth had always been courteous and friendly with the staff, but you were always so enthusiastic when you chatted with them that she was pretty sure they liked you better nowadays. She secretly knew that was confirmed when there were an extra three cookies in the package you bought.

She let out a happy sigh when the two of you stepped into the park, linked arm in arm as you sipped at your beverages. You’d obviously picked the perfect time, late enough that the usual lunch crowd would have returned to their offices, and the kids were still in school, so that even despite the warmer day, the park wasn’t that crowded. The sun beamed through the air, warming both of you even more than the love and coffee surging through your veins, birds were chirping, swooping through the sky and there was a general overall feeling of happiness in the park. The younger kids that were playing giggling and playfully shrieking as they ran through the grass. It was as if the sense of coming change of seasons was making everyone just that much more positive.

You and Liz didn’t talk much during your walk, just there to enjoy each other’s company, coffee and the fresh air. There were a few comments here or there about where to have dinner that Friday, Liz wanted to take you out, treat you to a special night, even suggesting a nice shopping trip on Saturday. Blushing, you reminded her she didn’t need to do things like that, she was stuck with you at this point. She laughed in return, leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose,

“One of these days you’ll eventually remember that I simply like to spoil the people I love.”

“We both like to spoil in our own ways.” You grinned back and she chuckled.

“A cup of coffee or a home cooked meal means just as much if not more than anything luxurious, you know that, right?”

“You always say you already have everything you want, so yes, I remember.”

“I have you.” She smiled, stealing a kiss, “what more could I possibly want?”

“You’re going to make me either cry or throw up, I’m not sure which.” You laughed and she playfully rolled her eyes, though it turned into an actual eye roll when her phone pinged from her pocket. Picking it up she swiped through the notification, “duty calls?”

“Just Casey, whatever advice she wants she can wait until we’ve finished the loop.”

You felt yourself trying not to beam at the way Elizabeth repocketed her phone, it was work, there was always a chance it was urgent and she’d get a mini lecture from the prosecutor later on, but it didn’t matter. Right now she had you on her arm, a half full coffee and the sunshine was restoring her energy to get through the rest of the day. Though it wasn’t much longer before the two of you reached the end of the loop, emerging onto the street facing the courthouse and her phone pinged once again. You let out a little giggle, tossing your coffee cup into the trash.

“Little miss popular.” You teased, “Casey again?”

“Alex.” She rolled her eyes, “but on Casey’s behalf.”

“Well,” you nudged her, “go. And see what they’re doing this weekend, we should have them over for dinner again soon.”

“I’ll ask.” She cupped your cheek softly, leaning in to kiss you tenderly, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for the coffee, and the dose of sunshine.” She grinned, “though you give me enough of that without actually having to go outside.”

“Puke Liz. Puke.” You deadpanned before laughing, surging to kiss her again, “you’ll be home for dinner?”

“Of course.” She smiled, “what’s on the menu?”

“I fell down a Pinterest hole, picked up stuff for enchiladas.”

“Sounds delicious.” She was barely finished her sentence before her phone began ringing and she let out a low swear, kissing your cheek, “I’ll see you later.”

You squeezed her hand once more before you went your separate ways. Even with the interruption Elizabeth felt a million times better after seeing you, she always did, and she knew that no matter what, she always would. You were the only midday break she needed, the only sunshine required, the warmth in the middle of a cold winter, as long as she had you on her side, she was set for life.

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[capitalismwasamistake]

You liked "Newton's Third Law" but don't want to read a songfic? No worries! Here is just the vivisection in that fic's sequel "When The Drunks Start Singing" - no need to read 27k words of two guys singing.

It's longer, more romantic, softer, and more violent - what more could you ask for?

Warnings: blood, violence (it's a vivisection ...), sex. Unbearable amounts of softness, intimacy and tenderness (that's a warning and a threat)

Ship: Poolverine (but you knew that already)

Word count: 5.1k - open that "keep reading" at your own risk

Blind Al is at bingo.

“You grow a pair yet?” Wade asks over the takeout for lunch.

Logan grunts in the affirmative, utterly focused on his food.

“I want it on the carpet.”

“I assumed.”

“Aww, peanut, you know me so well!”

As if to emphasize the point, Logan hands him a beer.

“I was just about to ask for that.”

Last time Wade was understandably nervous. Today he’s still slightly nervous, truth be told, but mostly he’s excited.

Logan finishes a hearty lunch, then washes the dishes. Wade buzzes around him and whines his impatience for the entire building to hear, without being acknowledged or indulged once.

“It’s like you don’t love me anymore,” he complains, then curses himself mentally because honestly? He’s better than that.

“I’m in love with you,” Logan easily points out and hands him a plate to dry.

“I thought we agreed you’d give me warnings?!”

Logan pretends not to hear him.

Three minutes later Wade returns to the living room after a much-needed bathroom break and his heart inexplicably swells.

A couple of their old once-white-but-now-bloodred sheets are folded over a particular spot of carpet – where the loveseat, now under the far window, usually sits. A couple of throw cushions are propping up Wade’s bed pillow on top of that.

“You were serious about preparing this time, huh?” he turns to Logan who’s looking outside at the unusually sunny day.

He gets an affirmative grunt in response.

Wade joins his partner by the window. Caresses his arm softly.

“You still wanna do this?”

Logan looks slightly pained for a second.

“I may want it too much.”

That’s not what Wade expected.

“Peanut, I asked you to do this,” he reminds.

“I know. I know.”

“It’s not nice to edge outside of the bedroom, you know.”

Logan huffs at that, and finally turns to look at Wade. He looks happy.

Wade is also very happy when he gets a deep, sweet kiss.

“I love you,” Logan tells him when they part.

“I see why you never said it back, hearing it so often takes up all the urge, huh?”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Yes, sir!”

Logan looks amused as he accepts Wade’s shirt from him and folds it neatly on top of the loveseat.

“That’s hot.”

Logan shakes his head then shrugs out of his own flannel and undershirt as well.

“Aw, peanut, giving me a view?”

(He is, but he’ll never admit it out loud)

Logan steers him by the shoulders and lays him down. The softness of the carpet is a definite improvement from last time.

“Oh yeah, here we go,” Wade mutters and shuffles to get comfortable.

Logan gives him a second pillow which he promptly shoves under the small of his back, but that creates an awkward angle and is not that comfortable.

“Next time,” he winks, and Logan shakes his head.

He caresses Wade’s hip, then reaches over to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh?”

“Got plans for this one, bub.”

“Love the sound of that,” Wade decides as he lifts his hips to help Logan push his jeans down.

And then he’s there, completely naked. It’s a miracle this apartment is not cold approaching the middle of October.

Logan’s looking at him appreciatively, and okay, Wade heard him sing that line in Undisclosed Desires (twice), but that doesn’t mean he quite believed it. He’s still him, after all.

Hard to be a nonbeliever when those eyes are drinking him in like that.

Then Logan’s bending down to kiss him, and that’s also a welcome diversion from last time.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, right?”

“Peanut, there’s literally nothing you could do right here that I’d want to stop. But sure.”

That seems to be enough for Logan, who once again pulls back and considers his next move. Wade is relaxed under his gaze, transfixed by the odd mix of focus and serenity on his features.

Then one set of claws gently slips out and Wade’s excited.

Logan meets his eyes, and Wade nods.

“Yes. Gods, yes.”

Logan doesn’t immediately open him up. When he said he had plans for this one, he meant it.

He seems to have taken some experience from bedroom experiments, because he uses the full length of his claws to slice precise, curved cuts into Wade’s left arm. He follows his flesh’s natural curve, moves along with it, and leaves a pleasant sting of crimson in his wake. The cuts are deep, metal drags along bone, blood flows into the sheets and down to the carpet.

Wade tries to stifle a moan, fails. A smile splits Logan’s focused face.

He finishes below the wrist, the last cut just dipping into Wade’s palm, and moves back to observe his work. The wounds heal quickly, but the blood remains, a swirling picture of bright red – Wade’s the canvas.

Logan leans down, presses their foreheads together, closes his eyes, and purrs.

“Yes,” Wade gasps because he can understand what his partner’s asking. “Holy mother of wolverines, Logan, yes.”

And just like that, he continues. First the right arm, a mirror image of the left. He’s thought this out – the angles so that Wade sees it too, the depth so just the right amount of blood pools and drips down, the intersections, the places that hurt the most. The world’s most intricate art composition.

Wade can’t even think, he can only watch and feel and try to beg for more, only words are not quite on the menu for him, Logan must be glad, and the blinds are open this time so he can see sunbeams dancing off of his own drying blood and that shouldn’t look appealing but it does.

Man, Wade is messed up. It’s fine – he’s got another messed up freak right there with him. Two is enough for company.

Logan moves across his sides and to his belly – he leaves the centre of his chest suspiciously clear, as if bringing attention to it, and Wade can imagine why he may want that.

He wants to say something along the lines of ‘you’re insane’ or another love confession, but what comes out is a whimper. Logan pauses and comes up to nuzzle his cheek.

“Peanut,” Wade manages to whisper and nuzzles him back. “I get that consent is hot, but if you don’t get back to it right now you’ll make me sad.”

Logan scoffs, but pulls away with one final caress to Wade’s cheek. Then he gets going on his legs.

The visual of one of his ankles hooked over Logan’s shoulder while adamantium claws carve a swirling red pattern into his calf was not on Wade’s list of most intimate experiences, but quickly makes its way to the top of the lot. Logan bends his knee and caresses the skin before he cuts it, slow yet self-assured.

Wade can’t claim he’s ever been happy to be butchered but as they say, there’s a first time for everything. Just his blood flowing steadily over Logan’s claws, onto his palms, his wrists, his forearms, even over his shoulders and chest, is doing things to his mind he’ll never come back from.

It’s the most pleasurable eternity, the hour and a half they spend there, until the sheets are soaked and Wade is boneless with ecstasy and Logan is panting handsomely with the effort. All the wounds have closed within a minute from being carved, yet the intricate red lines remain, the points where they flow and mix and twist about each other.

It’s beautiful, and that’s something Wade hasn’t thought about his own body for a long time.

Logan sits next to him, stretches his legs out until his knees pop. The old man joke is on the tip of Wade’s tongue, but he’s not quite back to the talking stage yet.

They take a couple of minutes to just exist together, to bask in the closeness and the warmth.

Logan looks at him and tilts his head.

“Ready?”

After all that? What a stupid question.

“Open me up, baby!”

Logan starts the same as last time – one collarbone to the other, then two parallel cuts to form a rectangle. Wade sinks into the familiar feeling and lets his eyes drop half shut in preparation for the fun stuff.

The still bizarre sensation of air hitting his internal organs bright him back to full awareness. He looks down, and his lungs look exactly the same as last time. You almost can’t see the cancer, which just not fair. He just had to end up hideous on the outside only.

Logan’s busy – he cuts off Wade’s flesh this time, allowing his body to start regrowing the missing chunk immediately. That sets them on a time frame of about ten minutes until it closes completely, which kind of disappoints Wade. Just a bit. Not that last time lasted more than ten minutes no, but last time they had a job to do, can’t they just have their fun with it now?

Logan kneels above him and hesitates.

“Let me guess,” Wade takes pity on him. “Plans end right about here.”

Logan shrugs.

“Alright …”

Problem is, Wade also has no idea where to go from here. He’d rather avoid another lung amputation, cause that was uncomfortable as hell, but just sitting with his insides on display while his flesh regenerates is boring.

Good old-fashioned stabbing?

He’s just opened his mouth to suggest it when something catches his attention – his own heart, which he can now literally see jackrabbiting in his chest (you never think you’ll say these sorts of sentences until you say them, eh?). It’s a small red clump of muscle beating stubbornly despite all odds. God’s perfect joke.

Looking at it transplants a vision in Wade’s head all telepath style, and he frantically tries to wave his arms to get Logan’s attention (he can’t really, because his pectoral muscles are torn to shit, and it’s good that his abs are too because he unwisely tries to sit up, and having stuff spill out of him now would be a nightmare).

Logan frowns with concern and Wade frantically shakes his head.

“Logan, I need you to do something for me.”

“What?”

“You said you’d do anything?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely anything?”

“For fuck’s sake, Wade, just tell me what you want.”

“I need you to tear out my heart.”

Logan freezes, blinks.

“Come again,” he sounds like he’d very much like the answer to be different this time.

Well too bad, because Wade is aware of time running out and even though they could just do it again, multiple times even, a terrible urgency has overcome his entire being. It needs to happen right now. He grips Logan’s wrist, the only part of him within reach, and stares intently into his eyes.

“Peanut. Logan. I need you to get in there and dig out that tiny little pulsing thing.”

“Innuendo? Right now?”

“It’s how I communicate. Please. You said you’d do anything.”

“Of course I will, but why–”

“Because I want you to,” Wade insists. “Please.”

“Stop begging. I’ll do it.”

“You sure? Cause I kinda think you have a thing for begging,” Wade waggles his eyebrows.

Logan flashes his claws.

“Yes, here we go,” Wade grins.

With a smirk. “Here I come.”

“It’s been a year and a half, gimme a break already!”

“Never.”

And then Logan is pulling his claws back, and next thing Wade knows, his breastbone is caught in a tight grip. Oh yeah, he kind of forgot about the other unpleasant part of their previous similar vivisection – breaking his ribcage hurt like a motherfucker. Not to mention the damage to his lungs.

But oh well – Wade is willing to break an omelette to make a few eggs or however that saying goes.

Logan checks in with him one last time, and Wade nods.

Then there’s a squeeze, a pull, and his breastbone snaps off with surprising ease.

Wade still winces, then coughs, because really, the human body is not meant for any of these things to happen, but quickly he stops paying attention to it. Most of his ribs have broken tips, but they’re growing back already, and Logan’s running out of time.

He knows it too, carefully monitoring everything happening in Wade’s body. He takes one large preparatory breath, then dives in there with both hands.

The wind gets blown out of Wade as he’s reminded of the sensation of hands digging around his chest. This time he also feels them nudging against the slowly growing edges of his ribs and wonders what would happen if Logan just stayed where he is. What if he let Wade’s bones pierce his arms, grow through them and anchor them. What if his flesh grows shut around Logan. Will they be a single being then? Will they stay infinitely together?

Then he’s only thinking about a sharp, yet familiar pain – he’s been hit in the heart plenty of times, unfortunately, felt it stop beating on multiple occasions. This is not that different.

Logan’s hands emerge, dyed completely in Wade’s wet, hot blood, and in his palms he’s cradling that small red lump of muscle.

Wade’s got about twenty seconds until he passes out from the shock. But those twenty seconds are enough.

Enough to see something which will imprint itself into his memory forever. Logan, on his knees, bent down over Wade’s body and gazing reverently at that miniscule piece of him like it’s everything. Logan, who could be a god, hunched in utter devotion over his masterpiece, Wade his altar and his sacrifice and his deity, as golden light from outside halos his form, blurs his edges and renders him sublime.

Enough to see Logan bring that unbeating heart up to his lips.

Enough to hear him whisper to it. “I will love you until the heat death of the universe.”

Now that … that can just straight up kill a guy. Any guy. Wade’s pretty sure that if his heart were still in his chest, it would have exploded. He opens his mouth to tell Logan that, but then the twenty seconds slip past, and Wade surrenders to unconsciousness shrouded in mad euphoria.

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He wakes to a fondly familiar sight.

Logan is lying next to him, head cushioned on Wade’s chest. Sleeping, or simply dozing. Always listening.

Wade smiles, a small and private thing, and wishes Logan were turned towards him, but alas, he can’t see his face.

A quick glance at the window confirms he hasn’t been out for long – the sun’s barely changed position. A half hour, at most. Wade takes a breath, allows himself a few seconds to check if his new heart is up to speed, then self-diagnoses as Absolutely Peachy.

Ignoring the mind-blowing intimacy, this was one refreshing experience. Ten out of ten.

Counting the mind-blowing intimacy, well …

Wade slowly brings a hand up, testing new muscles, and cards his fingers through Logan’s hair. His eyes wander around the living room and that’s when he sees it: his bloody heart is resting, whole, on top of his upturned breastbone, the literal weirdest possible platter. Someone’s developed a sense of humour. Wade looks at it, mouths you were a real trooper, but then his attention is swept away by his partner stirring.

Logan groans softly as he lifts himself on his elbow and turns to look at Wade. A few flecks of dried blood stick to his cheek, though it’s worth pointing out that he’s quite bloody in general, and Wade feels warm knowing he, once again, did not leave him for a second.

“Hey,” murmurs Logan, eyes half-lidded.

“Hey,” Wade agrees.

Logan smiles, cups the back of his neck, and bumps their foreheads together. He doesn’t quite purr, but it’s a close thing.

“Five minutes,” he requests. “Then aftercare.”

“I’m feeling magnanimous. Five minutes you’ll get.”

Logan pecks him on the lips and stands up, stretching on his way to the bathroom. Wade watches him go bathed in unusually golden light for midday October, and contemplates how lucky he is.

Three minutes later (how expedient!) the now mostly clean Logan returns with the wash basin Blind Al insisted they buy her, and a collection of towels. The water in the basin is steaming and Wade shifts a little in anticipation.

“Oh yeah, spa day,” he whispers to himself.

Logan, of course, hears it and flashes him a self-satisfied grin on his way to deposit his cargo by the couch. Then he returns and sweeps Wade up, sheet and all, into his arms.

“You’ll make a swooning maiden out of me yet, peanut,” Wade sighs and relaxes against his favourite chest in the world.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Logan nods, and carries him to the couch – much softer and less spring-leaden than their previous one. Also cleaner, but that’s neither here nor there.

Wade settles down reclining against a mountain of pillows and throws a look at the carpet – the bloodstain is huge, and that delights him. He’s got no way of knowing if their unfortunate non-asshole downstairs neighbours got a blood shower from this but oh well, shit happens, and he’s quite happy with the mark of his accomplishments.

Logan doesn’t permit his attention to wander for long (he’s got a possessive streak, alright): he sits by Wade’s side and starts on cleaning his arm.

When Wade jokes that everything the Wolverine does is hot, he’s actually not joking at all.

Logan holds his hand and drags the wet towel across his arm, smearing his beautiful blood lines yet looking more than happy to do so. Whenever he makes a clean spot, his lips follow, reverential in their exploration, and Wade’s lungs must be going bad again because he can’t seem to find his breath.

Logan is taking such obvious joy in lavishing Wade’s ruined skin with his affection that it’s hard to see it as anything but deserving of it. He gets lost in it, his eyes slip shut and he forgets to open them, gets careless in his motions, ends up on still crimson skin and gets a red dusting on his beard. He doesn’t even seem bothered by it, tongue dashing out to skin to steal a taste, and Wade supresses a curse in his mouth.

By the time Logan’s diligently kissing across his collarbone, Wade starts thinking up wedding vows. Not that he’ll ever grow the pair to propose, of course, but he will be imagining it for the rest of his life.

As Logan caresses his second elbow before washing it, Wade discovers speech.

“Oh my god.”

Logan grunts to indicate he’s listening.

“Holy fucking shit. Sweet baby unicorns. Peanut, you’ve ruined me.”

Logan glances up at him and hums, right into his skin, then his eyes slip shut again and he continues his meditative pace.

“You hear me? You ruined me. I’m ruined. For everyone else. I’ll never fall in love again.”

“Good.”

Possessive streak indeed.

Wade’s utterly boneless as the tender ministrations continue. His body is too tired for much of anything at first, but he’s always bounced back quickly. And Logan could get a geriatric terminally heterosexual blind and deaf guy to full mast just by looking like this – nosing, mouthing and licking at Wade’s navel like it’s the sweetest drug and he’s hopelessly addicted.

Did he plan this from the beginning? Hard to say. Wade’s not complaining.

His dick eventually is, when it gets achingly hard with no prospect of relief, but for once in his life Wade just tells it to shut up because he wants to enjoy this to the fullest. There’ll be time for sex on their new mattress with the new headboard later. Preferably when his new heart can handle the strain.

Logan is so focused it takes him ducking to Wade’s inner thigh to notice his predicament. He pauses where he is, considering, then glanced back up to Wade.

“Want some help with that?”

His voice is so fucking husky – Wade curses as his cock gives a painful twitch.

They negotiated beforehand to leave sex for two hours after being done at least. Wade’s flexible, but he likes to think of himself as a guy who honours his word.

“I’m good,” he chokes out.

“You sure?”

“If you keep going like this, I’m more than sure.”

Logan contemplates him for a second, then apparently chooses to follow his lead, because he returns to his leisurely veneration. Wade breathes deep and tries to watch him, but the angle’s not quite right so eventually he leans back and closes his eyes to focus on what he can feel.

They spend another eternity like this, and it’s something Wade could grow used to – the warmth of Logan’s hands, the soft caress of the water, the tender brush of lips, the scratch of facial hair. The peace of their synchronised breathing.

Has anyone ever felt such bliss? He doubts it.

Eventually, Logan clears his throat and Wade blinks his eyes open.

The sight that greets him could, again, kill a man on the spot.

Logan, the Wolverine, is lying on his side between his legs and holding onto his knee as he works on his inner thigh.

“Oh, you’ll end me,” Wade groans, but doesn’t mind the prospect.

“Bub.”

“Peanut.”

“I really wanna suck your cock right now.”

Wade blinks. “Huh?” he asks, intelligently.

Logan sighs like he’s suffering. “You have no idea.”

Wade intends to be a decent human being and remind him of their agreement but come on, he’s weak, and even if he weren’t, nobody is strong enough to reject such a request.

“Whatever you want, peanut,” he chokes out. “I’m all yours.”

Logan nuzzles his thigh, as if saying goodbye to it, then climbs back up towards his prize. He glances up at Wade.

“Thanks.”

“Cheeky–” Wade attempts to tease, but then a different type of heat entirely envelops him and the word dies out in his throat.

Now, this is not the first blowjob Logan’s given him, of course not. But the both of them must be drugged, or something, because it feels monumental. Like every dial in Wade’s body has been turned up to eleven, and even the breath Logan releases around him sinks through his skin and into his bones.

Logan’s not even doing all that much – this afternoon’s theme for him seems to be “unhurried” because he drags his tongue flat across Wade’s length slow and lazy. Minimum effort, yet it drives him batshit crazy.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Gosh, just keep going.”

Maybe his new heart is overdoing it (we’re all just a tad too eager when starting a new job), or the entire afternoon of edging is getting to him, but Wade doesn’t last long at all. He tries weakly to push Logan off, because a fair warning is common courtesy, but is not surprised when his stubborn partner stays where he is.

The orgasm is just the cherry on top of his afternoon cake at this point.

Logan’s usually not one for swallowing, but he does it this time. Like he’s loathe to leave even to take care of business in the bathroom.

I hope we both do this until we’re ninety, Wade thinks, a bit hazily, as his body comes down from its high and he finds himself in a gelatinous state once again.

Logan lies on top of his belly and murmurs another: “Thanks.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wade lazily waves him off, then yawns. Widely. “I live to please. Speaking off, want me to–”

“Later,” Logan shakes his head, then slowly stands up. He resumes his self-imposed duty with no less attention, and Wade thinks he might just fall asleep simply because he’s not able to take it.

“Goodness, I love you. So much. We have to do this again. Make it a thing. A yearly thing.”

Logan hums neutrally.

“A ritual of sorts. A sacrifice to the great cruel goddess Mary Puppins.”

Logan frowns and glances up at him at that.

“Didn’t I tell you? I promised that if I ever get another internal organ removed I’d give it to her.”

“Wade,” Logan sighs, long-suffering.

“Nuh-uh, peanut, we’re doing it. You don’t wanna make a liar out of me, do you?”

His partner shakes his head like he’s tired of nonsense, then his breath returns to ghosting across Wade’s skin like that’s its sole purpose.

“I mean it. Once a year, peanut. At least. An anniversary thing.”

“If you just want the afterca–”

“Babygirl, I cannot even begin to explain to you how much I want the whole package.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“No promises.”

Logan grunts and continues. It’s not quite the full agreement Wade wants, but he has time to wear him down eventually.

“I gotta give it to you, sparkle tits, you’ve gotten better at aftercare. Much better. Only thing missing is the candles.”

Logan, head not raising from underneath Wade’s bent-up knee, jerks a hand in the direction of the window. Wade automatically turns to look there and nearly does a double take. On their coffee table, in a little porcelain holder Wade’s fairly sure they’ve never owned, a single candle merrily burns away.  

He stares at it, dumbfounded.

“When did you light this?” he demands.

“Before we started,” Logan’s voice is low and slurry, like he really is drugged, and it does wonderful things to Wade’s ego.

“Is it scented?”

“Vanila.”

“I’m so proud of you for that situational joke.”

Logan hums, then angles Wade’s leg further up to get going at his calf. The water is growing slightly cooler now, but he’s diligent about supplementing with his palms and breath, so it’s all good.

“Logan, I’m in love with you.”

“So you say.”

“Say it back. Once. Casually,” Wade stresses, because he really cannot handle much more right now.

“I love you.”

“Too much,” he groans, squeezes his eyes tightly shut.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Way too fucking much.”

“I worship–”

“Logan, stop!”

Logan chuckles.

“Never thought I’d see the day you tell me to shut up,” he points out happily.

“Miracles do exist, peanut.”

“They sure do, bub.”

With that, Logan gets going on his other leg. He seems to find more energy there because he sits up and presses Wade’s foot to his (still blessedly naked) chest to wash it clean.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Wade realises.

Logan chuckles, and his breath tingles across Wade’s knee.

“The most elaborate assassination attempt in history.”

To get his side, Logan somehow lodges himself between Wade and the back of the couch, and it’s a painfully tight fit. He can’t look at what he’s doing with his face pressed into Wade’s neck, so it’s all handwork, and he wants to be very sure. They spilled a lot more blood this time, after all.

Wade’s writhing from the slide of warm, rough fingers into the dip of his waist. He swears he’s not ticklish, but come on. Anyone would die from this.

Then Logan slowly turns him on his front because his back is a mess of crimson streaks, and Wade keeps on with that vow composition.

“Pretty sure I’m clean, peanut,” he manages to slur out after twenty minutes of Logan just trailing kisses across his shoulder blades.

Logan hums in acknowledgement and doesn’t move away.

“Stubborn little honey badger,” Wade whispers and surrenders to his fate – death by too much bliss.

Logan’s determined to bring it to him too, because after he’s done with the bath, he switches to a very thorough, very dedicated full-body massage. He’s mostly doing it for the warmth, Wade can tell, but by God, that man knows how to work sore muscles.

“Where’d you learn to do that, the army?”

“Did the army teach you swordsmanship?”

“Fuck no. I learned watching Princess Bride like everyone else.”

Logan does complete his task eventually and simply lies across his back like the world’s manliest, burliest weighted blanket. Wade sighs into the pillow.

He maybe sleeps for a bit, or maybe not, he’s not sure. The only thing he’s aware of is Logan climbing off of him and leisurely stroking the back of his head.

“Hungry?”

“I could eat,” Wade tries to shrug, but none of his melted muscles feel inclined to work.

“Two minutes,” Logan covers him with the decorative blanket before he slips away.

Wade counts the seconds.

One hundred and fifty-four seconds later (clumsy, peanut, clumsy) Logan drops something by the couch and frees Wade from the blanket and the soiled sheets.

“Turn over.”

Wade does, then Logan is passing him something and climbing in behind him. Wade barely manages to focus on not dropping his food as Logan wraps both arms around his waist and pulls him back against his chest, legs bracketing him on both sides.  

They’ve been sleeping together (as in literally sleeping next to each other on the same bed, get your heads out of the gutter!) for a year and a half, cuddles are nothing new. This shred of familiarity in a sea of things that feel overwhelming and new is a relief, and Wade sinks into it for the chance to clear his head of the most prolonged afterglow of his life. Logan hooks his chin on his shoulder and purrs, that deep, guttural humming sound he makes deep in his chest when he’s happy, and all’s right with the universe.

Wade glances down and notices he’s holding a bowl of diced fruit.

“Did you pre-prepare this?” he asks, incredulously.

Logan grunts in confirmation.

Wade blinks to assimilate this.

“Exactly how many steps does your aftercare plan include?”

“A couple more.”

“I will not survive it.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Wade idly picks at the juiciest bits – some kiwi, a couple banana slices. Ooohhh, pear, he loves those!

He’s halfway done snacking and enjoying himself when he idly brings his sticky fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. Logan, idly, catches his wrist, brings it over, and does it himself.

Again, technically nothing new, but Wade melts (that’s also nothing new but shhh, keep it a secret). He’s truly turning into a swooning maiden.

Logan observes his handywork critically and seems to deign it good enough because he releases Wade’s wrist, but not before delivering a slow caress to his pulse point.

“What do you want?” he asks, casual enough, but Wade sees the look in his eyes and knows he would do anything.

“I want you more naked.”

“Later. Eat.”

Wade obliges, but he’s very, very impatiently thinking about later.

Link to fic (for self-plagiarism avoiding purposes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/58375663

[anna-hawk]

🌬️ Lucky Disaster 🌬️

Sequel to this post

Pairing: BJ x Reader Fandom: Grudge Match Word count: 1471 Rating: T

Summary: The wind messes with your laundry.

A/N: I've been meaning to write a sequel for this for a long time, and this scenario has been in my head for a while, so tonight was apparently the night.

Read and/or listen to it on AO3

Alright, you had known that Pittsburgh comes with cold weather in Winter, but you hadn’t minded that. It’s all about dressing accordingly. What you hate, however, is wind. The weather had been sunny and held only a light breeze when you’d left home this morning for work. You often program your washing machine to finish before you get up, in order for the laundry to be hung up or put in the dryer right after. The weather had been so nice, that you’d decided to put it outside today. Something that you very much regret as you look outside the window of your office and see the tree branches moving around like crazy. 

Nothing you can do about it now, unfortunately. 

Some hours later, you make your way home and hope that the silent prayer that you’d sent out to any deity that would listen had been heard, and that your clothes would still be hanging on the line outside. Parking in your usual spot, you quickly get out of the car to run up the porch to your house and enter it. You’re in your backyard a few seconds later and stop mid-stride once your eyes have landed on the clothesline. The empty, except for two shirts, clothesline. 

“Fuck,” you breathe vehemently, as you finally walk closer and retrieve the two items. 

You look around your backyard, over the hedges and fences, but there’s nothing. You curse colorfully while running back inside and throwing the shirts over the back of the couch. What now? Run around the neighborhood in the cold wind and near darkness to find your… You groan as you remember that most of the clothes had been underwear. Because of course. Great, the streets of Pittsburgh currently have your panties decorating other people’s houses, hedges and probably streetlamps. 

“Great. Just great,” you mutter to yourself, as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something hot to drink. Running around in the cold had chilled you to the bones. 

You’re leaning against the kitchen island while slowly sipping from a mug, when the doorbell rings, making you jerk in surprise since you’d been deep in thought about what to do next. Putting the mug down, you head to the door and quickly look through the peephole to check on the person on the other side. The sight of your neighbor makes you smile fondly, while you feel warmth heating your neck. 

“BJ, hey,” you smile warmly after opening the door. 

“Hey, neighbor.” BJ returns your smile with one of his own, his hair adorably windswept. 

Your face morphs into one of relief, quickly follow by intense embarrassment as you see what BJ is holding. A large laundry basket filled with your clothes. 

“Found those in my backyard earlier. I think I got everything, but I couldn’t see if something was lying on the other side of the fence.” He holds out the basket for you, and you take it as if on autopilot. 

“Thanks,” you manage to get out, the word sounding slightly strangled. You clear your throat. “Really, thank you. You just saved me from having to go shopping,” you chuckle awkwardly. 

“No problem. That’s what neighbors are for, right?”

You can read the amusement in his eyes at the situation, but he’s clearly holding back in the face of your embarrassment. 

“Want some coffee?” You wave him in with a nod towards the inside of your house. 

“Yeah, sure.” He nods and follows you before closing the door. You put the basket down in the hallway that gives to the living room before turning to BJ and leading him to the kitchen. 

“Gotta admit,” BJ starts as you fill another mug. “I pegged you for more of a DC kinda person, and not Marvel.”  

Startled, you set the coffee pot down while your eyes widen at the statement. You close them and utter a long groan, putting your face in your palms. You uncover your face at BJ’s small laugh, only to school your expression into a fake serious one. 

“What can I say? Frank Castle just does it for me.” You shrug nonchalantly as you think of your Punisher boy shorts. 

BJ chuckles and nods agreeably, thanking you when you hand him the coffee. 

“You saw any others worth mentioning?” You ask, before you realize what you’ve just said, as does BJ considering the way he chokes on the first sip of coffee. 

Shit, what is it with this guy that destroys any filters that you might have? As if the situation isn’t already embarrassing enough. BJ is being sweet about it, only teasing you playfully, and you go and ask whether he liked some of your panties. Especially because you know that you had also put some of your fancier panties into the washer. Only he had chosen to talk about the funnier ones. 

“Do not answer that.” You lift a hand, palm up in a stopping motion, and shake our head. 

BJ clears his throat and turns the mug around a few times in his hands. 

“What if I did?” BJ glances at you from under his lashes, his lip caught between his teeth almost shyly. 

How can this man be that unbearably hot while also being so incredibly sweet at the same time? 

The heat from your face runs through your whole body as his words sink in, and you realize just how close to each other you’re standing. You bite one side of your lower lip and smile gently. 

“I’m listening,” you say lightly. 

To your surprise, color slowly rises to BJ’s face as he looks away and clears his throat. 

“The – uh – the purple ones.” 

You immediately know which ones he’s talking about. They happen to be your favorite. 

“Oh, yeah, they’re… I’m wearing the blue version today, and-” Why would you say this? Why? “I – sorry – I didn’t mean to-”

“No. No, no, it’s fine. I get it. It’s-” BJ chuckles awkwardly. 

“That wasn’t a come on, you know. I just-”

“I know it wasn’t. I shouldn’t have said-”

“Of course, if you wanted it to be a come on, that’s fine with-” Abort. Abort. Shut up. 

“It’s fine, I – What?” 

You clamp your lips together to finally stop your panicked rambling and stare at BJ with wide eyes. 

“Nothing. Never mind,” you barely manage to keep the hysteria out of your small laugh as you begin to walk out of the kitchen. 

BJ catches you by an elbow as you pass him, his grip gentle. 

“What did you say?” He asks softly, as he gets you to face him again, his eyes trying to catch yours. 

“Never mind?” You hedge slowly. 

“Before that?” His hand is still on your arm, his thumb stroking up and down gently. You’re not entirely sure if BJ realizes that he’s doing it. 

You lick your lips and look to the side, while your heart is in your throat. 

“You heard me,” you mumble, losing the courage to repeat yourself. 

BJ’s other hand moves and slowly, tentatively, slides along your jaw and to the back of your head. 

“I did,” he half whispers, before leaning in at a slow pace, giving you the opportunity to back out if you wanted to. 

You don’t. 

You let him close the distance completely, your eyes falling shut at the first press of his lips against yours. Contrary to your rapid fire exchange only moments ago, the kiss is unhurried and soft, his lips sliding gently against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, while you clutch his sweatshirt to keep him close. He’s the one to moan as your tongue strokes against his once you’ve decided to deepen the kiss. The pace hasn’t quickened, but the sound he just made sends a thrill of tenderness and lust to mix in your belly. BJ Rose is an endless paradox to you. 

BJ ends the kiss with a small press to the side of your mouth and sighs. 

“As much as I wanna keep doing that, Trey’s waiting for me. I told him I’d just be giving you your stuff back.” 

You nod mutely, but send him a small smile. 

“Yeah, of course.” 

You let go of him, while BJ’s arms take a second or two longer to do the same to you. You silently lead him to the entrance door and open it for him. 

“So, I’ll… call you later?” BJ wonders, hands in his pockets and rolling to the balls of his feet and back. 

You nod and bite your lip on a happy smile. 

“Thanks,” you call once he has stepped off your porch. He turns back towards you. “For my… clothes.” 

BJ grins and walks backwards. “One batch. Two batch. Penny and dime.” 

You laugh brightly and watch him go back home. 

@lucy-sky, @slavic-empress tagging you girls since I know you love him too 🧡

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 14: Clear

Rating: T

Word Count: 974

Warnings: None

Summary: Persephone decides to step outside to watch the sunset while she's still human. [Vampire AU, Hythazemet, Continuation of Prompt 13.]

Master Post

Persephone stepped outside, the still-warm air of early fall comforting. She had yet to see the outside of the home she’d awoken in, but was somehow unsurprised to see it hosted a large porch surrounded by picturesque forestland. Of course, a couple of vampires wouldn’t want prying eyes next door, asking them why they never came outside or opened their window coverings. She shook her head slightly and settled down on the top of the steps leading down into the grass.

The sun was starting to set on the horizon, painting the clouds with pinks and oranges. She knew that Hythlodaeus had said that the ‘allergies’ she’d joked about were overstated, but she worried all the same. For all she knew, this might be the last time she would see the sun like this. She wanted to take it in as much as she could while her head was still clear.

“Would it be alright if I joined you?” a now-familiar voice asked from the door, and Persephone glanced over her shoulder to spot Hythlodaeus. She nodded, scooting over to make room for him to sit next to her. Were it not that she knew he simply worried, she would be concerned he was stalking her round the house with how much they kept bumping into each other.

“Does it not hurt you?” she asked curiously, peering at where a beam of sunlight fell across his hand. 

“Not…precisely,” he hummed thoughtfully. “You know how some people burn easier than others? Let’s just say we certainly don’t tan.” 

“So, what, sunscreen and you’re okay?”

“Unfortunately, on very sunny days there’s not much that can be done. Even the best sunscreen will only buy a little time. But if there’s some cloud cover, we can almost go about like normal,” he pulled his hand back a little so it was in the shade; Persephone could see it already looked a little pink from its brief moment in the light. “Clothing is better, but if it’s hot it’s not very practical to go about in long sleeves everywhere.”

“You said it’s always too hot, but you don’t look too hot,” she pointed out.

“We don’t show the usual signs of being too hot, because it won’t kill us the way it might kill a human if they get dehydrated. But believe you me, I’d much rather be inside right now,” his mouth twisted into a wry smirk. 

“You could go back inside.”

“I like the view better out here.”

Persephone hid her noise of surprise behind a sudden cough, and he didn’t question it, though she thought she saw a knowing glint in his eye. She turned her attention back to the sky. 

“Yeah, it is nice,” she mumbled in agreement once she regained her composure, and she couldn’t keep the wistfulness out of her voice.

“You’re not losing this, you know,” he rested his hand over top of hers. “I know it feels like it, but—” 

“I know that,” she interrupted, not unkindly. “But… I will be different. It won’t be exactly the same as it is right now. So I want to enjoy it while I can. I’ve always enjoyed sunsets, the way the sun disappears over the horizon. Some days, I wanted to disappear over the horizon too. Go see more of the world. Meet people.”

“You’ll see that this will only help that,” he encouraged, and she smiled.

“I hope so.”

~*~

They sat together for a while until the sun had set and she had fallen asleep against Hythlodaeus’ shoulder. He was loath to wake her, so he remained with her out on the porch, his sharper eyes picking out the tiny movements of small creatures in the tree line. There had been times when hunting such small game had been necessary during lean times, but it had been a long time since that was called for.

He glanced down at the sleeping Persephone and felt a pang. He wished he could undo what had happened that night, that this wasn’t the only solution, but if there was another solution, neither he nor Hades knew about it. And if Hades didn’t know about one, then one likely didn’t exist. 

Speaking of Hades, Hythlodaeus heard the door open behind him and the silver-haired man joined them, looming behind them. They were both quiet for several long moments.

“How’s she holding up?” he asked.

“She’s more calm about it than a lot of people, but… I know she’s still worried about what she’ll be like after. She wanted to watch the sunset cause she’s concerned it won’t be the same after.” Hythlodaeus gently pushed some hair out of her face, but her long brunette locks didn’t want to cooperate and flopped back into her eyes. Persephone didn’t stir.

“She’s right, is she not? She’ll have to worry about protecting herself if she wants to watch sunsets in the future,” Hades folded his arms. “Extra steps for a simple action. She might do well to switch to stargazing.”

“I think she’ll be fine, though,” Hythlodaeus said softly. “She seems an adventurous sort. I think once the initial fear of the unknown is gone, she may even actually be excited about it.” Hades scoffed.

“Certainly not until the process is complete,” he huffed, stooping down to feel her forehead. In her sleep she turned into his touch, and if Hythlodaeus didn’t know he couldn’t, he would swear Hades blushed. 

“We should get her inside, I think she’s getting a fever,” he pointed out, and Hythlodaeus started to stand when Hades scooped her up first. “I’ll take her to her room if you could fetch a carafe of water for her.”

Oh dear, I think he might be attached, Hythlodaeus chuckled to himself as he agreed and headed for the kitchen. Wonder if she’ll feel the same.

[nemobeatrice]

@fugio-week0

FuGio Week 2023 Day 2: OT3/Poly - Day After the Dance

Ao3

Quotev

Wattpad

Narancia struggled to sleep when he went home after the dance, thinking about the kiss Giorno and Fugo shared. When they were in the hallway, Narancia watched as they made out, feeling left out. He hugged himself, imagined it was them hugging and giving him warmth and fell asleep.

The next day, Narancia woke up alone in bed. Since it was a Sunday, he had no school but needed tutoring. Before he got dressed, he heard raindrops pattering against the roof. He sighed, gazing through the window and watching the gray clouds. There was no time to waste. Narancia quickly brushed his teeth, got his things, and headed to the restaurant.

When Narancia arrived, Mista was the only one there.

“Hey, buddy!” He waved and pulled a seat out for him. “Come on and sit.”

“Where are the others?” He sat down and brought out a sheet of math homework. “Aren’t they usually here?”

“Not sure. How are you, by the way?”

“I’ve…been better.”

“Rainy days, huh? Don’t worry. I hear it’s going to get sunny later on today.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s—” He sighed, resting his frowned face on his hand. “Nothing.”

“I’ve never seen you this down before. Come on. Tell me.”

“How are you not jealous?”

“Huh? Jealous?”

Narancia blushed, remembering what happened in Venice. “Come on. I saw everything.”

“Wait, are you talking about when Giorno and I had to fight that guy in the helicopter? We stood close to each other, but that’s because we had to stop the helicopter with a tree.”

“Huh? What?”

“Wait, that’s right. You were in the turtle. Were you talking about when we had to go to the port? No, wait! You thought I liked Giorno because I spent more time with him.”

“Yeah.” Not really.

“I spent more time with you guys than I have with Giorno. Honestly, I’m jealous of Abbacchio. I’d love to get closer to Bucciarati.”

“Why don’t you ask Bucciarati out?”

Mista blushed. “What? Are you crazy? Abbacchio would kill me!”

“Would he? Why not ask him if he doesn’t mind sharing?”

“I guess I could. That reminds me, Narancia, you’re close to Fugo. Are you jealous of Giorno? I remember last night at the dance, you looked upset. Did you catch them kissing?”

“Yeah, I saw them kissing, but I don’t know if jealous is the right word. I’m jealous of Giorno and Fugo. I wanted to be with them.”

“Why not ask them out?”

“Fugo is dating Giorno, and I don’t know if Giorno likes me that well or if he wants to share.”

“He has to like you! You’ve been in each other's bodies.”

“We have nothing in common, though!”

“Fugo once approached me, wondering what you thought about him.” Mista laughed. “I told him I didn’t know.”

“What? And you didn’t tell me?”

“He didn’t want me to tell you. He was nervous you’d reject him because he thought you and him had nothing in common. Maybe it’s not too late to ask him out.”

Before Narancia could reply, they heard two people enter the restaurant. It was Fugo and Giorno, and their clothes were dirty and wet. Both of them sat at the table, and Fugo sat next to Narancia while Giorno sat next to Mista.

“What happened to you two?” asked Mista.

“A group of drug dealers jumped us,” Giorno answered. “Fugo finished them off, but the last guy was slippery.” He then looked at Narancia’s paper. “Oh, want us to help you?”

“Yeah. Ugh, classes tomorrow are going to suck,” Narancia complained. “I need a break from all this!”

“It’s raining. Nobody’s able to do much today,” Fugo reminded him. “You’re improving with multiplications. You might be able to do long-division questions. Just in case, let’s do a review. What does 16 times 55 equal to?”

“Um”—he wrote the question and the answer on the paper—“is it this?” He wrote 880.

Fugo smiled. “You did it. Excellent!”

“Nice work,” Giorno commented, patting him on the head.

Narancia blushed. “You two are the greatest. I love—I mean, thanks!”

Giorno looked at the boy, knowing what he was about to say but was unsure if he meant it. “Fugo, I need to discuss something with you. Excuse me. We’ll be back.”

He got up with Fugo and went somewhere far from Narancia’s ears.

“Do you think Narancia has a crush on us?” Giorno asked.

“I don’t know,” Fugo answered. “I asked Mista if Narancia liked me, but he said he didn’t know. Why, do you think?”

“I heard him interrupt himself before he thanked us.”

“I thought so too, but I ignored it. Besides, you and I are together.”

“So, you have no feelings for Narancia?”

“If you didn’t join the gang, I would’ve asked him out.”

“We could both date him. Better now than never, right?”

Fugo looked at Narancia, who waved and smiled at them. He smiled and waved back. “Yeah, but let’s wait til Mista leaves. It feels awkward with him around.”

The blonds returned to the table.

“Well, I feel like I should be going,” Mista said. “This rain is making me drowsy.”

He got up and left, leaving the three of them alone. Giorno took Mista’s seat, making Narancia wedged between the two blonds.

“Hey, Narancia,” Giorno spoke, “are you interested in both of us?”

“Um, what?” The boy’s cheeks reddened.

Fugo scooted closer to him. “Were you about to say you loved us when we praised you?”

He tried to look away from them. “M-maybe. Why?”

“Because we love you too,” Giorno answered.

Before the boy could question anymore, the two blonds kissed his cheeks.

“No way? Is this real?” Narancia touched the spots where the two of them kissed. “Did I die and go to heaven?”

“No, you’re here.”

“Could you guys hug me, please?”

The two hugged him, holding him tightly.

“Narancia, I missed you,” Fugo said. “When you got on that boat, I thought you would’ve died.”

I almost died, he wanted to say, but now wasn’t the time for him to say things like that. “I missed you, too, Panna. I’ll study hard for both of you.”

[kennan73888]

Modish Living 

“Am I still forbid from going anywhere?”

Frederick was upset while holding back his anger since that question didn’t resonate with Junta and continued ignoring him. Stuck in this tiny cottage for the past few days is killing Frederick for nothing to do. Unable to give in, he kept persuading Junta throughout. One room, then to the next one as they went.

Benvolio and Chael, a raven, were also present, sitting and waiting patiently while witnessing the entered-the-room situation. They glanced at each other and wondered how long it would take.

“It’s understandable why you refuse me after interrupting your guests in an important meeting. That doesn’t mean I had to stay and trap here like a prisoner. You and everyone are overdoing it too much on me.”

Junta heard his main issues, stopped, and said, “Listen closely, Frederick. Forget about the meeting because it isn’t yours to worry, since it’s mine to deal with. It’s hard to explain the situation as time being.” That, however, didn’t ease Frederick’s anxiety with his boredom, which kept rising. Junta then added, “After I’m done with this…damn, idiotic mess. You could do whatever you like. For now, be patient.”

“Hmm…” Frederick glanced outside through a window, bright and sunny. “Would be nice to have a picnic or maybe start a garden.”

“I didn’t mean staying inside forever during the process,” Junta sighed frustratedly, shaking his head. There’s some doubt in Frederick at believing his words and scuffed at it, loud enough for him to have heard. It annoyed Junta, but he contained himself and continued, “Just around the cottage. Hope that isn’t too difficult to follow, Frederick.”

“No, but — “

“Good, then no complaining.”

Without letting Frederick finish as Junta scowled away but soon being followed again, which irritated him when footsteps were heard from behind. They were insync with his, and surely enough, he began walking faster into the kitchen, part of the living room, where he was greeted by Benvolio and Chael. The crunchiness Junta picking up from these two had him knowing they were eating, maybe crackers or cookies. Frederick later appeared from behind as Junta swiftly stepped further from him and headed toward a seat beside Benvolio.

Benvolio expected letting Junta handle it would go smoothly like usual because they’re close, but she saw Frederick wasn’t willing. Their businesses supposedly checked and relayed a few updates on their circumstances.

Frederick stood there, fidgeting before adjusting himself when Benvolio said, “Going outside would be nice for a change of pace. We don’t want to relocate you, Milord, because it isn’t an easy arrangement. Junta and I are busy taking care, you know what. Unless we could have the other vassals, but they’re not fit.”

“Maybe, okay, you’re right,” Frederick reluctantly agreed while feeling down.

A satisfying receiving answer caused Benvolio to glance at Junta, who was now stroking the bird gently while also listening to their conversation. Junta noted that things had settled, so he tapped on the table and got Benvolio’s attention. He signaled his comrade to move closer as she scooted over for him to whisper a few words. Low enough that Frederick and Chael couldn’t eavesdrop.

Didn’t last long when Benvolio grimaced and tilted her head backward, resisting but having no option to hear more. Every nod she gives on understanding whatever coming, essential or not.

Due the disheartening result that Frederick received made him uninterested in their whispering, whether taking a short walk since he was permitted to go outside. Before stepping out, there’s something caught his eye beneath the trees. Frederick peeked back inside cautiously, then quietly closed the door, afraid, letting his vassals know.

Frederick went step by step, nearer as he saw it clearly to be an unconscious person. Peer at the face then immediately Frederick recognized this person, the butler of an old friend, but soon noticed his arms wrapped around something that happened to be a little girl. They were wet and shivering, so Frederick wondered how he would bring them in without alarming anyone. A plan began forming and thought landed on a window leading to the second-floor bedroom. That’s what Frederick aims excitedly, within himself, when tiny lights shine throughout his surroundings.

[sixwingedghosts]

I knew when my Papa (what I call my grandmother's 3rd husband, people kept thinking I mean my dad) passed away, like the moment he did. I was suppose to see him that morning but called and said I couldn't because I was sick, and I didn't want to risk him getting something while he was on his oxygen tank and already frail. So I said I'd see him in a couple days. That night I did my own little ritual at my altar and got a scent of their home while doing it. Tobacco, the wood stove, and whatever grandma would have been baking years ago. Got the phone call from mom the next morning. Still don't forgive myself for not seeing him.

Afterwards, I moved in with my grandma to help take care of the house and keep her company while she coped with losing her husband. And it was clear his spirit was sticking around. You'd smell his cologne that he hadn't worn in YEARS around the place. Hear his boots. Sometimes his hats would move (but that I just assumed was gran). Sometimes at night it felt like someone pushed me in the hallway. Not a bad push, but like how family would push the kid in a nice way. Idk how to describe it, we were a rough family. I would see someone in the hallway at night, but not gran. Well I would see him most of the time. If I was out at around 3am, which I tried not to do because I'm paranoid I saw something Else but this ain't about that.

One time I was cooking up a steak and I had it on low heat and I turned around to get a glass of water and the suddenly the dials were turned up to high and the flame of the range made the fire alarm go off. It takes Effort to turn those dials, because the range was old. They never turn on their own. The scariest part of that is I'm pretty sure that range was leaking gas for years, but that's a rant for somewhere else. And yes that could explain all this but hush.

The worst of it was that grandma was having nightmares. Horrible nightmares. She would wail that she didn't want to live. And after one particular bad spell, in which she decided to go out to a cabin they owned by the river before it turned to winter, just to clear her head. She took a friend with her.

Once she was gone I got to work. It was a beautful sunny day so I opened all the windows, let lots of fresh air and sunshine in. Opened the back door and all that. And then I started to smoke cleanse the house. Whole house. Got all the corners, went double in her room. Made sure to get into the wood stove. Deep cleaned the house myself too while I was at it. Did my usual 'You need to leave. You can't be harming her like this.' All intent was while I loved my papa, he couldn't stay. Didn't feel right kicking him out of the house he built but… It was hurting grandma. It was hurting her and I know grief is awful, she could't heal like that.

The house felt better. Maybe because I just really cleaned it, who knows. But I closed everything up again, and smudged my herb and oil mixture at entrances for bad spirits to stay out. Not saying Papa was 'bad', but this was just in case. Honestly it was to keep her shitty fake friends away. But in the end, the house felt like a home again. Grandma came back a few days later and I didn't say anything about what I did. Not that she wouldn't believe me, she's the one that taught me But I wanted to just… wait and see.

She felt better. I truly think fresh air did her good. She went to sleep and the next morning over coffee she told me about her dreams. That she and Papa were laughing and jumping on the bed like kids and he told her to come with her. And she cried in her dream and said she couldn't. That he was dead and she needed to stay here just a bit longer. But that he needed to go, because he couldn't stay here. And Papa just said alright and then she woke up. She didn't have another nightmare about him after that.

Note this is just the most Recent. I've got so many other spooked up shit that happened to me in my 30 years. But this is the one that stuck with me as personal. Since I knew who it was, and they knew me.

I should specify the steak thing: Papa liked his food charred. Practically charcoal. And he was always a pain when I was cooking. Trying to control the heat or tell me what to do, when I know what to do. Because he taught me how to cook. I was so mad that night I was like 'Papa I don't need your help!' Just shouting at air in the middle of the night.