#maybe in winter when I wear 3 pairs of socks

[disownedbytiime]

I hate shoes sizing

I bought a pair that in EU size was a 37.5 which according to the conversion was the same size I wear in Mexican or US size. (Although tbh I wear from 36 to 38 depending on the brand).

Well, they’re slightly too small. They fit better if I put on my ankle brace but they’re ballerina shoes so it looks kinda weird. And I mean they do fit anyway without it, but they’re uncomfortable if I wear them for too long, so they’ve been used only for short outings until now (if I didn’t like them too much I could’ve given them to my sister but I’m still unsure).

Anyway for my upcoming birthday, I bought a different pair from the same brand but in 38 (only half a size bigger). And they are huge. Granted, these are sneakers but they are too big anyway. It doesn’t look like half a size, it’s literally like one or two bigger. And they’re so wide, they so look weird and idk if I like them yet.

[sugawhaaa]

Can we have a Seonghwa x reader winter smut maybe do some kind of soft period sex smut for cramps on a snowy/blizzard day

SEONGHWA ONE-SHOT

○༘💭₊˚ෆ[Wrapped in warmth]○༘💭₊˚ෆ

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, MENTIONS BLOOD, period sex, soft sex, no foreplay, shower sex, comfort, aftercare <3, marking, hints of a size kink, cussing, creampie

Pairing:: soft!dom!seonghwa x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I tried making this as subtle as possible bc periods are different for everyone so I didn't want someone to read this and think "that is not how I would respond" but I mean I can't satisfy everyone ig 😭🙏

You hear Seonghwa stumble into the house with that little whimper noise he always makes when he's struggling. He then sighs and puts his bag down. "Hey baby, it's a frozen hell out there," he chuckles as he dusts the snow off his jacket and hat. He starts taking his snow gear off and notices you're acting differently. "Is everything alright?" He asks as he kicks off his boots and comes over to you sitting on the couch.

"That time of the month again," you groan as you clench your heat pack and Seonghwa makes a little 'ah' of realization.

"I'm sorry," Seonghwa sits down next to you, thinking for a moment. "Anything I can do to help?" He offers and you think for a moment. If you were being honest...you wanted him to fuck you so deep and hard but would you confess that to him?

"Maybe...sex?" You ask softly and Seonghwa startles.

"Really? Are you sure that won't hurt?" He looks at you worriedly and you nod.

"No, in fact sex helps period cramps through many different benefits," you smile and Seonghwa takes a deep breath.

"Alright then..." he thinks for a moment, biting his lip in deep thought. "How...do you want me to help? Should we do it in the shower or something?" He glances out the window as he talks, the window is coated in a dust of snow.

"Shower might be best," you nod and cautiously stand up. Seonghwa watches attentively and carefully follows you to the bathroom. He puts a hand to your lower back, cautiously holding you just in case something happens. You get into the bathroom and Seonghwa sets you on the covered toilet seat.

He gently lifts your legs, holding your foot in his hand, before peeling your sock off and repeating for the other leg. He was very gentle and his fingertips always graze over your skin so softly. He always treats you with such tenderness and it means a lot. He finishes helping you undress before inviting you to hop in the shower. As you turn on the water and prepare the shower head etc Seonghwa undresses. He follows in after you with a soft smile.

"I missed you so much darling," he comes closer to you before grabbing the shower head and helping you wash off, specifically the blood between your thighs. He could only imagine how irritating it would feel to have blood rubbing up between your thighs. "What do you want to do now my love?" He tilts his head after putting the shower head back. You shrug.

"I'm not really sure," you sway on your feet nervously and Seonghwa chuckles.

"Lighten babe," he kisses your neck softly. "You're always bursting at the seams with sexy ideas, I know you're holding back," he tucks your soaked hair back behind your ear before kissing that tender spot just beneath your ear. You whimper softly and he smiles. "C'mon, I know you want to," he trails his hands down and around to your clit, gently massaging it with his index finger. You moan softly and Seonghwa smiles.

As he rubs his fingers through your folds you wear the wind whistling outside, a whispering reminder of the world outside from the two of yours.

"I...I just want penetration," you admit, and Seonghwa tilts his head, his curiosity peaked.

"Really now?" He smirks softly. "You sure baby?" He rubs your stomach with one hand while the other teases around your slit. You assure him that you're positive about your decision. Once you give him the green flag he agrees to help you out.

He gently pushes you against the wall, not wanting to be too harsh because he knows you're a little more fragile right now than usual. He holds your hips and gently pulls them out from the wall, closer to him. He brings his hardened cock up to your slit, rubbing his cock up your wetness a few times. "Are you ready for me babygirl?" He whispers into your ear as you hear the wind pounding against the window. You nod with a little whine. "Was that a yes baby? I can't hear you," he kisses the back of your neck and you moan.

"Yes seonghwa, please," you cry out and as soon as the final word escapes your lips Seonghwa plunges inside you.

"Do you want me to be gentle?" He asks as you adjust to his size. He gently holds your lower abdomen, where your uterus would be located, to provide some kind of comfort. He knew he couldn't make it all go away but he hoped to distract you a little by giving you some pleasure.

"Not too gentle, but yes," you smile softly and Seonghwa nods, understanding the assignment.

"Ready for me to move?" He asks softly and you nod again. He begins to slowly move his hips back and forth, his cock gliding in and out so smoothly. You can feel every inch of his cock filling you up and gliding back out, leaving you craving more momentarily. You moan loudly but your voice is somehow soft, innocent, and desperate. He holds your abdomen as he thrusts deeper. "Oh that feels good doesn't it?" He smirks before kissing your back, leaving a dark mark. "Oh I love hearing you like this. So innocent and desperate for me," he grins and you nod with a whine.

He moves his hips faster, and the sound of your wet bodies colliding echoes in the small bathroom, your cries bouncing right off the walls.

"Oh baby," you throw your head back and Seonghwa grins. He moves his hips a little faster and harder.

"Is this good? Need me to be more gentle?" He wants to make sure this is perfect for you and he wants you to get the best relief from this orgasm. If he plays his cards right he'll give you the biggest high ever that will help with the cramps, due to the rush of hormones.

"A little slower please," you whimper and Seonghwa complies. He sets that torturous pace where you feel every grain of his cock being gripped by your pussy. As he hits that sweet spot inside you with every thrust you feel yourself falling to pleasure. Your eyes roll back as your mouth hangs open, moans relentlessly pouring from it, and you feel yourself going dumb.

"Are you getting close?" Seonghwa whispers into your ear, a chill running down your spine.

"Y-Yeah," your head falls as your wet hair clings to your face, water dripping down your jawline and chin. "Please don't stop," you moan as your cheeks flush but not from the warm water.

"Don't worry baby, I'm just getting started," he kisses your neck as his hips rut up into you so delectably. Your eyes roll even further back as you grip the slippering wall.

"I-I'm gonna cum baby," you groan and Seonghwa speeds up just a little bit, not wanting to push boundaries, but also wanting to push you through your high. "Shit!" You cry out as you feel everything come spilling out. Your knees buckle from the intensity of the orgasm but Seonghwa is quick to hold you up.

"Good girl, oh yeah look at that pretty face," he kisses your neck as you cum. Your walls grip his cock, milking out his high. "Good girl," he groans before throwing his head back, his wet hair throwing back some water from the movement. He pants heavily as the shower sprays water onto his face; the water drizzles down his face and body. "Mmm you did so good," he brings his head back down as he rubs your hip softly, his fingers grazing over your skin for longer than needed.

He gently pulls out and quickly washes away the blood as it flows down the drain. "How are you feeling darling?" He asks as he uses the shower head to wash down your body again and a little bit of his own.

"Tired," you sigh and Seonghwa nods.

"Then let's get you to bed," he nods before turning off the shower.

"We have to be quick," you say as you jump out of the shower and seonghwa looks confused.

"Uhm what?" He chuckles softly as you quickly dry yourself off. "It's okay, just relax," he tries to comfort you as he steps out, his body towering over yours.

"If I don't hurry I'll bleed all over the towels," you explain and seonghwa chuckles.

"It's okay, that's happened many times before and..." he looks at you waiting for you to finish his sentence but you just look him up and down, your face flushing as you look at his cock again as if you haven't seen it a million times. "And our laundry detergent completely washes away any reminisce of the blood," Seonghwa nods before taking the towel out of your hands. "Now let me treat you like a lady," he kisses you softly before drying you down.

The towel is nice and warm, thanks to the heater located below the towel hanger, so it provides an extra layer of comfort. He dries down your hair as well before letting you go, the towel wrapped around your body. "You probably want some alone time to change and stuff so I'll just stay in here and dry off. And don't worry about any blood, just wipe it up with the towel," Seonghwa nods confidently before you leave the bathroom, closing the door over as you leave.

In your bedroom, you change and put on a new pad/tampon before curling up into bed. Your hair was still wet but you didn't really care. Seonghwa comes in shortly after, his towel draped around his body. He didn't care that in hardly covered his body at all because, after all, you've seen his body millions of times. He dries his hair and changes as well, only throwing some night shorts on. "Feeling better babygirl?" He asks as he crawls into bed, tucking you into his body.

"Much better," you smile and he reflexively smiles back.

"I'm glad," he kisses your forehead. "Now, let's get you to sleep. Your body needs extra sleep after all of our fun and during this time of the month," he nuzzles his face into your neck and his breathing shortly becomes heavy, deep in sleep while the storm rages on outside. But no need to worry, you had your little ball of warmth and comfort wrapped around you.

[sugurusdiscordmoderator]

Attack on Titan characters and where they would take you on a first date

MDNI 18+ not explicit but sexual encounters implied

Featuring Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Eren, Levi, Erwin, Hange, and Mikasa

Armin:

Bowling! I feel like he cute and awkward and it would just be the two of you but little do you know a few lanes over are all his friends spying because he was sooo excited about getting to know you. He had an extra pair of socks in his car? in case you didn’t wear any so your pretty feet didn’t have to touch the gross shoes! Made out in his car when he dropped you off at your house then walked you to your front door blushing.

Jean:

Taking you to the movies! Total sucker for the yawn & put his arm around your shoulder move. He’s get you whatever popcorn/drink/candy whatever you want. Depending on the movie, if you got sleepy or scared and laid your head on his shoulder and he’d kinda smirk to himself and he thinks he’s got it in the bag. Would try to make out with you in the theater if nobody was there like total teenagers. If reader was willing, definitely would go home with you but would be very respectful to let you know he wants you but doesn’t want to fuck on the first date

Eren

I think maybe a nice walk in a park. On a cold morning and you both bring your dogs after you get coffee at a little cafe his girl friend recommended. He’d give you his scarf if you were cold and I feel like he’d give you the cutest forehead kiss before the most intimate sparks flying kiss on the lips that you forgot it was winter. He wouldn’t end the date until you guys decided when your next date or time he’d see you would be. Second date is dinner at his apartment :)

Levi

I think he’d take you to like top golf or some type of sporting outdoorsy thing? If not top golf maybe a soccer or baseball game? He would help you if you’ve never golfed and like line himself up behind you to show you. He’d “accidentally” brush his lips against your ear/neck to see how you react. Would ask you to grab a drink or something after and would say suggestive things the whole time to watch you blush and squeeze your thighs together! After a few drinks you go back to his nice ass apartment and fuck for hours. You’re attached at the hip after that day and there isn’t even a question about a second date.

Connie

I feel like he’d take you to a basketball game and he’d prepare and buy you a tshirt or jersey ahead of time to change into and then he’d keep telling you how good you look in it <3 he’d ask you if you want to hold his hand & he’d buy you an expensive sports arena drink. You guys end up on the kiss cam and Connie blushes so motherfucking hard you can’t help but giggle. He tells you after that he’s sorry your first kiss was in front of all these people. You have such a good time and neither of you want the date to end so you end up walking around after and back at your place you stay up late all night talking! You make out in between deep conversations and you make popcorn and watch movies. He ends up falling asleep on your couch even though you told him he could sleep in your bed. Sexy ass morning sex and takes you out to breakfast.

Reiner

Study date! Your first date is a little “lame” as other people would put it but you meet him in one of your college courses and he asked you to study biology with him at the library. Asks you for your coffee order ahead of time and brings it to you!! You flirt and giggle a lot while you go over course materials and he walks you back to your apartment after. You tell him you’re ordering takeout for dinner and asks if he wants to join and he does, super lowkey and doesn’t even kiss you. But he does ask for your second date to not be school related

Erwin

Museum or book shop date, something educational! It’s such a cozy vibe and he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear while you’re reading. He asks if you want to meet up with his friends for a happy hour afterwards and thinks it’s funny how polite you are to Hange and Levi. On the walk back to the car he notices you’re chilly and gives you his coat. You end up talking about some book you have and invite him into your apartment to find it. You end up on his lap in a steamy couch make out session but he doesn’t let it escalate even though you want it so bad. He stares so intensely in your eyes and tells you he’s borrowing the book and you will have to see him again to get it back <3

Hange

They ask you to go to a candle making class or some type of crafty workshop. They’re so silly and messy and you both can’t stop laughing. Your pottery/candle/painting whatever you made turns out pretty messed up but you both had fun. They hold your hand as you walk to grab some lunch afterwards. After lunch you go your separate ways and you get a text as soon as you got home saying “can I please see you again?” Hange wouldnt do anything on your first date I feel like but the second date they’re going to kiss you as soon as they knock on your door for the second date.

Mikasa

Asks you to a concert! Some indie artsy person you haven’t heard of at a small venue. She will stand behind you and wrap her arms around your shoulders as you guys sway to the music and she kisses you at the slow songgg. Car sex on the way home. She makes sure like 10 times that you’re okay with it though. She plays with your hair after.

A/N my app is being so stupid so I gave up trying to edit this I’m sorry if there is typos lmaoo

[gingerale14]

2, 9, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, skipping 17 because you probably have an uncountable list of answers to that one, 18, 21, 25, 28, 29, 33, 35, 37, 40, 41 (because you’re probably definitely playing some CD and I’d like to know which), 42, 43, 44, 46, 47, 48 (most important question here), 49 (maybe too serious compared to the rest but whatever. You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to), and sure why not throw 50 in as well

alright this is gonna take a while

2. I've asked myself this question a lot. I think I'd like to live in a city, but not directly inside it, but not in the suburbs. That doesn't leave me many options, I know. I think it's more dependent on what stage of my life I'm in. I think I'd like to be in larger city for the earlier part of my life, but towards the end especially past 40, I'd like to move out somewhere less urban, and probably out west somewhere. My dream is to retire in Santa Fe, so that's probably where I'll end up. Though semi-rural Northeast isn't bad either, I love Lancaster, Pennsylvania.

9. Kinda hard, I don't really have one that comes to mind. I have a really nice pair of Aeropostale jeans that are super worn in and soft, they're a classic. My dad's old hiking pants that I've taken, we've searched for years for pants that as good as those and have never found any, it's a discontinued model too. My highschool letterman jacket is my favorite thing to wear around the house in the winter. My red crocs are a classic. Maybe certain pajama shirts. Merino wool hiking socks (the SmartWool ones).

10. I fucking love my name. It's extremely well balanced. It's exotic to white people, but it's common enough back in India that I can run into it in the wild, which is always fun. One vowel in my name is an "e" instead of the conventional "a", which means my name is completely unique. I've seen my name in many many places but never with my spelling. I think I have a baller set of initials. If I had a middle name it would ruin it, so glad I don't. 7 letters in the first name, 5 in the last, 13 overall. Delicious. Last name starts with A so I'm comfortably in the front of most lists. I'm super super proud of my name and I would never change it. Maybe if I get married I'd conjoin my last name to hers with a hyphen, but even then mine would have to come first because I refuse to lose my beginning of the alphabet privileges. Honestly, I wouldn't even want her to change her name.

11. I've had various mentors over the years. My mom and dad obviously. My older cousin for more juvenile stuff. My uncle (her dad) was a huge mentor for me when I was in middle and highschool, especially in academic stuff. One cheating scandal and messy divorce later, I'm not too keen on taking other advice from him. But probably my strongest mentor/role model is my highschool history teacher, Mr. Reynolds. I love that man and I aspire to be like him. Strongest moral backbone I've ever seen, understand people and children like no other, his impact on my life cannot be understated.

13. I actually sleep pretty well once I fall asleep. There was a point about a month ago where I kept waking up in the night, especially at like 5:00 am, but I sleep deprived myself to the point where I started sleeping like a log again lol.

14. You didn't ask but I like this question. Yes. Till the day I day, till the clocks stop ticking, till the sun explodes. I love love.

15. From the four classical elements, I think I'm earth, though I'd love to be air or water. From the periodic table I'm not as sure. Maybe I'm tin or bromine.

17. my list isn't huge, it's just too personal. but short answer is yes. not as many people as you'd think, maybe only like 2 or 3. even the ones i miss i don't miss super intensely. the feeling of "missing people" isn't one that I feel like I've felt super intensely in my life.

18. I remember one of my first-ever sleepover's it was in 1st grade at my friend Juan Manuel's house. I was laying down in his bed in the dark and we were both kinda scared for some reason, and all of a sudden he screams "GHOST!" and I jump out of bed, run to the door, open it, and just stand there panting as his parents come running lol.

21. I don't know what one thing I'm most thankful for. There are a lot of things and I can't really recall them on command. For now, let's just say I'm thankful for the spirit of perseverance, for my inherent sense of curiosity, and for all the wonderful people in my life who have given me so many opportunities to succeed, and the drive in me that keeps me sojourning forward .

25. I don't have a prefernece for one or the other really. I like how consistent pencil writing is, but it obviously needs a quality eraser. Pens are wildly inconsistent, but a solid pen is a real pleasure to write with. I mostly use pen nowadays though.

28. I'm extremely unconcerned with my legacy. I want the people who are in my life while I'm living to enjoy my presence and care about me. I want to live a life that makes me happy and content. I want to maybe leave behind some physical, tangible thing that will last long after my death. It can be as trivial as a park bench. But that's enough. I really don't care about what happens after death or about any post-death legacy. I'll be dead! I'll have bigger things to do lmao.

29. Actually I hate reading I think all books are evil and should be burned muahahahah. I haven't read much recently, I need to pick something up for the break, I haven't read in ages. Or seen a movie. My life has been shit recently.

33. I got lots, so here's one. Old Spice Bearglove and the smell of mildew immediately remind me of the happiest time of my life, CTY summer camp in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I can't use Bearglove for anything now because I don't want to ruin my memory association with it.

35. If money was not a factor? Oh brother. I'd do everything. Everything. I'd visit everything, experience everything, buy everything, eat everything, see everything, do everything. I feel like it doesn't get communicated across in my personality a lot but the breadth of my interests is massive. I can find something that fascinates me in every field, every industry, every niche, every thing in the world. The scope I'm imagining right now is so massive I don't even know how to put it into words. I'd simply try to experience every possible thing there is to experience, no matter how exotic or mundane. And after a couple years of doing that I'd spend a couple years just hiking and camping. Then I'd buy a nice little place in Santa Fe, a nice little place in New England, and I'd switch between the two as the seasons change. I'd spend the rest of my days reading, watching movies, eating good food, drinking beer, and curling up on a couch with my wife. Oh yeah the time I spend doing everything will probably be doubled because we'll have to satisfy all of my wife's interests, curiosities too. Cause I love her hehe

37. Put it in my wallet and forget about it. That's the realistic answer. Maybe use it for something off of craigslist lol

40. I actually do want tattoos. One of the one's I really want is a skeleton of an Allosaurus in a death pose, I'd get it on my right shoulder but big, like almost big enough to be a sleeve. I also want a tattoo of my favorite little guy that I like to doodle whenever I'm doing a test or writing something. I'd want him on the crook of my forearm so I could see him when I'm writing something on paper.

41. Mmm i don't know when you asked this, but I was probably either listening to Sade's Greatest Hits, Can't Buy a Thrill by Steely Dan, or Kenny G's Greatest Hits. But I'm home now, so all I can hear is my clock ticking on my desk, the exhaust running in the kitchen, and the voices of the guests in the dining room.

42. I don't really know where I feel safest? I don't think that's a feeling I track very often lmao. Maybe my favorite family farm in India, or my hazy yet golden memories of my cousin's old house in Toronto.

43. I don't have an answer for this question that isn't too depressing.

44. The 90s, dude. Chill ass time period, I would love to have lived in a time where there was genuine optimism and happiness for the future and people felt good about their lives. Any further back than that and we run into the racism problem.

46. Not summer, fuck summer. Not spring, not much there. Fall is nice, but not in Texas. Gotta be Winter. Cold, austere, beautiful, but everything indoors becomes 200% cozier. Texas becomes bearable at points in the winter.

47. Hard to say for sure. No electronics at all. Wake up at a good time, make my own breakfast, go for a long walk, eat lunch out somewhere, visit something in the city—a store or a museum or something—come home and shower, curl up with a good book in front of a fire, make and eat a nice dinner, watch a movie, go to bed.

48. There

48.5: Describe myself using one quote. This was assigned to me by a teacher I really loved and respected in high school.

"I contain multitudes." - Walt Whitman

49. I regret a lot of things. The things I did on my 18th birthday is definitely up there. The other thing I did that summer is also on that list. Not gonna expound on those. Also the general state of my life, and my mental health and my procrastination and all the side effects it's had. So 18th birthday, other thing, and every mistake of the past 4.5 years. That's the list.

50. I suck at inventing words. The only word I've ever invented is "pulpate." It describes the way a really fat caterpillar moves. It pulpates forward. I fucking hate caterpillars.

[vincentvalenfine]

Do you think Vincent would pop a boner at seeing his beloved wearing thigh highs and a mini skirt? She wanted to look cute but her legs were cold so they threw on the thigh highs not realizing the effect they have on Vincent? :3

Maybe Yuffie could handle going with mostly bare legs in those shorts of hers, but as soon as you step outside in your cute, tiny little skirt? Oh no, no way, too cold! Back inside you go for something else to add on so the winter chill doesn't freeze your legs off.

You leave the door open in your rush to cover your poor legs, so it's no surprise that Vincent would choose to step inside when he shows up to meet you, concerned something might be wrong. No one could blame him for that, nor for approaching your bedroom when he hears things thumping about alongside your grumbles. How could he possibly know what awaited him, after all? Maybe you were in trouble and required aid.

He's definitely not expecting to push the door open from a bare crack to find... well, your almost bare ass in plain view, bent over as you finally get the other stocking untangled from a pair of sheer hose and start pulling it on. You might be halfway upside down, but that doesn't make Vincent any less recognizable, nor the blush overtaking his face less obvious.

"Oh, hey, there you are! Tifa helped me pick out this skirt back in Costa del Sol, and I finally felt like wearing it, but - it's so cold today! I forgot to put some socks on. Help me out real quick?"

He looks like he's forgotten how to talk, and you certainly don't plan on helping him remember right now. Instead, you just give your hips a teasing wiggle and watch that blush grow brighter. Oh, teasing him is so fun when he tries so hard not to be inappropriate even in private, adorably old-fashioned. It's even more fun when the veneer finally cracks and he starts walking over to place his hand lightly on your lower back.

"I would be remiss if I did not assist you," he murmurs, the heat in his voice too obvious to miss. Just as clear is the slow slide of his hand downward - and then the firm grasp of his hand on your ass that gets you to gasp at the initial squeeze before laughing.

"Come on then, my outfit won't fix itself!"

You both know he's going to make it far more of a mess before actually fixing it. But that's what makes the game fun.

[natchiiii]

Miss Academia Chapter 3: New Name

☆ Pairings: Minho x reader, Yunho x reader

☆ Characters: Seojoon, MJ, Liz, Maggie, Bookstore boy, The Giant, Mafia leader, Miss Kim

Warnings: mention of bullying, flashbacks, anxiety, details of wound/blood/scar by self-harm, swearing Word count: ~5.2k

Next Chapter . Masterlist . Previous Chapter .

Trinnnggg~ 

“First day of the academy.” You woke up enthusiastically, getting your full 9 hours of beauty, brain, and health sleep. You took your time to shower and brush your teeth before taking out the uniform Seojoon had dropped off yesterday. 

~

“Sejeong grabbed all the stuff you’ll need,” Seojoon said, handing you two boxes. One was a huge box containing equipment, the academy’s leather briefcase bag that you can choose to wear as a backpack or crossbody or simply hold in your hand, black Mary Janes shoes, long white socks, a full uniform set with the option of both long sleeve and half sleeve, PE clothing items, as well as some hair bands and cute hair clips Jeongie bought herself and said, “It’ll add some color to your stone face.”

Which…

You’d never wear.

The other box was smaller but much heavier, containing all the subject books. Seojoon placed it on top of the other in your hands. You stumbled and let out a little groan, not expecting the weight. “I guess you’ll manage on your own,” Seojoon said with a shitty grin, already predicting you. He patted your head since you weren’t able to fight due to holding these big boys. You gaped at his bravery before shaking your head away in protest. “Just wait…till you come back again.” You threatened in an eerily calm tone, which caused his eyes to widen, taking his hands away quickly and holding them up in the air in a defensive manner. 

You had to resist a smirk, pleased by his funny reaction.

Always works

~

The uniform is so much better than your old one. Then, it was just a simple black skirt and a half-sleeve shirt, while here is a whole set of a shirt, tie, blazer with Will’s logo on it, skirt, socks, and shoes. There even are academy cardigans and winter clothing items, like stockings, vests, or coats.

“Woo~!” You put on the radio while getting dressed in the bathroom. The bathroom is so huge that you could have a whole dance and singing performance from yourself to yourself here, and so you did.

“Do you remember, girl?... On the phone, you and me!... Do you? do you, do you, do you, do you!”

“What about, what about? Brrt-ahh da-da da brrt-da ba d-”

Just as you were having the time of your life at the post chorus part, you heard a loud thump on the wall from the side, which caused you to stun in position and shut your mouth right away.

You glanced at the clock.

‘06:30’

Oh...right.

You quickly turned down the volume before pouting. Well, it's not your fault that the radio decided to put on MJ in this early hour for the world's biggest moonwalker.

You put the uniform on properly. Brush your hair before tying it up into a high ponytail and adding a black ribbon. You find this way more convenient for when studying. Letting it down gets too annoying and distracting. Plus, you’re walking, and you wouldn’t want to have a jungle on your head by the time you reach the academy because of the wind. Put on your cherry lip balm before placing it in your skirt pocket because this is an essential item. Your lips get dried very quickly, whether it’s summer or winter. And lastly, you spray on your soft lavender perfume.

Yep, that is why you thought you were in heaven when you first stepped in this place and smelled the wow lavender fragrance.

You brushed your clothes and looked at yourself in the mirror, totally in awe. “Y/n Y/l/n, student of Will academy…” You shook your head in disbelief. “Phew~” You gave yourself one last look and a cheeky wink for looking this good before grabbing your academy bag, and you walked out of your new home.

Now that you’re dressed all formal, you feel fitting in this place. Maybe now you could be a prince-no.

Okay.

The stares you’re getting today from the residents are totally different, and it adds to your confidence even more as you walk on the carpet past them to the reception table.

Liz gaped herself seeing you, scanning you admiringly. “Ready for the first day, huh?” You nodded proudly, handing her your room key before brushing your shoulders arrogantly, mocking the grumpy man who lives here. She snorted, giving you a light push, signaling you that he’s sitting in his usual seat with a cigar and a newspaper.

Liz is very playful, so you're kinda comfortable showing a little side of you with her. You thanked her as she wished you a great day before making your way out.

Dad chose the place that’s not too far or too near the academy, so it’s only a mile walk. You haven’t come out after getting back from the mall, only watching the city view from the balcony because you’re still a wimp.

No, you’re not. It isn't wrong to care about safety, right?

Too much?

Okay, fine, you are a coward, but also because you’re too homesick to want to go anywhere else other than being cooped up in your cozy princess chamber.

So you’re taking in the beautiful city around you now.

A lot of people were walking just like you, which was something you didn’t expect in this city. You thought everyone would travel by car. But literally, who wouldn’t walk? When you have this scene straight out of a movie right in front of you. Some were even biking, and how the wind was whipping past them looked really refreshing. 

After walking for a while, you see a cute café, which makes you realize that you totally forgot about breakfast from being too excited.

‘One day at a time’ 

The thoughtful name pulled you in. *Ting, even the bell sounds so calming. The interior wasn’t too luxurious, giving it a rather cozy vibe. As you stepped in, you were hazed by the homelike smell of fresh bakeries and breakfast. It was quiet, with only two tables taken. A beautiful old lady was standing behind the counter, placing some blueberry muffins on the plate. She put them down as you walked closer. “What can I get for you, dear?” She asked sweetly, wiping her hands on the apron. You looked at all the options of mouth-watering pastries and bakeries, and it was really hard to decide.

The old lady watched with a fond smile at your glowy eyes.

You finally made up your mind and settled on “one egg tart & a chocolate drink, please,” You ordered. “Coming right up!” She pointed her finger up in the air, going to grab the chocolate pot.

“First day?” The old lady opened a conversation. You suddenly got nervous at the mention of the academy. “Yes, ma’am..Miss..Mrs?” You frowned slightly, not sure how to refer to her.

Chuckling cutely, she poured your chocolate into the cup before closing the lid and placing it on the counter in front of you. She wiped her hands before extending them to you. “Maggie Smith. Just call me Maggie.”

You didn’t waste a second, taking her hand with both your hands in a polite manner. “Y/n Y/l/n.” “Well, Y/nnie. No need to worry about anything, everything will go well, hmm?”  She encouraged you with a pat on your arms.

‘Everything will go well.’

You nodded.

Oh, how simple the sentence was, but that was all you needed. Encouraging words. It wasn’t something you expected to hear from anyone other than Mom.

“Thank you, Mrs. Smith.” She grabbed a tart, placing it in a paper packet. “Oh, don’t be all formal with me. I said just call me Maggie.” She waved her hands in disapproval. You made a slightly pouty face at the too-impolite way for you to call an elderly. “What? It just makes me feel young.” She said, adjusting her hair elegantly. A soft smile crept onto your face at her cuteness.

You paid before taking a sip of the chocolate. You sighed in contentment at the very similar taste to Mom's. Chocolate has been your favorite since you were little, and Mom used to make it for you every breakfast before going to school and on normal days.

“This tastes like home.” You said softly before taking another sip.

“I'm glad it does,” Maggie replied, delighted by your reaction.

She asked you questions, having never seen you in the area and also not expecting to see a teenager in her shop. You’re not a chatter, every person and animal on this planet knows that, but you spoke so openly and naturally with Maggie, someone you just met for the first time. You two chatted for a while until you finished your breakfast.

Originally, you planned to eat on the way, but of course, you didn’t expect to meet such a lovely stranger.

“Have a nice day~” Maggie greeted goodbye to you with a wholesome smile. You bowed to her before making your way out and waving back at her gently until you were out of sight.

You continued your way with a totally new feeling. Your heart felt...light for the first time ever since you were away from home.

“A sweet old soul…with eyes full of warmth and smiles that kill storms.” 

Maybe, just maybe, you may have found your safe place.

You had to walk through a park as well. Some people were exercising, some were walking their dogs, or simply just sitting and enjoying the fresh air and peacefulness of the morning. After being out of the park, it was like you had come to a whole different place. There were fewer buildings and shops on this side and more trees on the sidewalk, and passing by the Haven’s canal as well.

//

By the time you reached the Academy, your hair fringes, and some strands were out of the ponytail, falling to your face finely.

And now you’re standing on the other side of the road in front of the academy of your dreams, Will's logo staring back at you. You had to pinch yourself to see if this is really real, not just your imagination.

Are you really out and away from that hell? Will this place be the same? You pinched your hands again to stop yourself from overthinking.

‘Everything will go well.’ You repeated Maggie’s words in your head.

Some council seniors and teachers were standing at the open gate, welcoming students on their first days. It was buzzing, students getting out of their fancy cars, running to hug their friends, some dreading and some enthusiastic.

You were observing the scene in front of you, not realizing that the light on the crosswalk had turned green. You got pushed on your shoulder by the other students who walked past you to cross the street. Taking a deep breath, you clutched your bag straps before slowly taking steps towards the gates.

You gave the teachers respective bows before going in, getting awestruck right away by the interior of the academy. Your hands on the bag straps tightened to contain your feelings. Is this an academy? Not a castle or a historical place?

There were little students with the perfect attire like you. Most didn’t wear the blazer, only the shirt inside, which you kinda understand because of the summer season. Some wore the academy’s cardigan or the woolen vest instead of the blazer, and some didn't even care to wear the tie.

Even in the academy, everyone is stylish with their colored hair and different hairstyles, even accessorizing themselves with necklaces or earrings. Elevating their uniforms in their own styles.

And the weirdest thing is that the teachers didn’t seem to care one bit about all this. You thought the rules of this prestigious academy would be stricter.

But if you really think about it, you guess it’s fine to let everyone have their freedom and do their own things, as long as it doesn’t affect their studies.

As you expected, top-ranking academies sure do have different approaches.

You sighed deeply. But now, the problem is that even with the most formal and graceful attire, you’re still the odd one out.

Great.

“1st years assemble here on the side, please! 7th years at The Central Hall, and 10th years at The Great Hall!” One of the teachers announced from the gate.

Little kids started running around everywhere like minions as the teacher instructed.

The Great Hall. You need to go to The Great Hall, but how the hell will you know where it is? Not knowing which direction to go, you stopped on track without thinking. And that was the biggest mistake because someone behind walked into you, sending you forward from the force. “The hell?” The person uttered.

Your mind went blank, arms coming forward instinctively to shield yourself, and eyes squeezed shut, ready to accept your fate.

But somehow…you were stopped and didn’t move further. You opened one eye in confusion. Then you were pulled back straight by your bag. Mother Nature has sent a hand to help you again.

Tensed from what just happened, you sighed in relief before closing your eyes to mentally slap yourself. The person let go of your bag before you slowly turned around on your feet to your back.

4

3

2

1

“You?!” 

You both exclaimed at the same time.

“You,” you both said at the same time again, pointing your fingers at each other with a frown in the exact same way.

“You’re the bookstore asshole.”

Minho was surprised to hear a name that had never been referred to him before, raising his brows at your words. “Am I?” He said with a tilt of his head and a cocky expression, putting his hands back into his pockets and looking down at you. “What are you doing here?” He asks. One side of your upper lips curled up at the dumb question. 

You ignored his question, turning side to side before looking back at him. Should you ask this guy? “Do you know where's The Great Hall?” You asked in your usual composed and ground-level tone of voice.

‘The Great Hall?’ Minho thought.

You were dressed…different. You just moved here. He has never seen you before. You’re asking for The Great Hall, which means you’re a new 10th grader. Are you…? No way.

He was staring blankly at you, not replying, which made you feel somehow uneasy. You raised a brow at him. “Hello?” He blinked back from his thought, looking at you before glancing at something behind you and then back at you one more time. ‘Is she stupid?’ “Did you not hear m-” And before you could finish your sentence, he walked past you.

…

You stood there puzzled.

Turning around, you glared at his back. Should have expected that. Some students around your age were also walking that way, so you let your eyes follow them, and then you saw it.

Oh.

A sign on the lamp post with ‘The Great Hall’ written and pointing to the direction.

You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, slapping yourself mentally again. You, complete nincompoop. Go on, keep making a fool out of yourself, and you literally just arrived.

‘Everything will go well.’ You repeated in your head sarcastically.

Of course, if it wasn’t for this arrogant boy, you would’ve had a great fall 2 times. Let’s say you are…a bit thankful, but also, what is wrong with him? You scoffed, starting to make your way in that direction to The Great Hall. The distance between you two was big now, but you could still see him. “You must think you’re so cool~ with your hands in the pockets and bag hung on one side, huh?” You mocked him under your breath. You couldn’t even think of any real insult. He was in perfect uniform like you, which was really weird.

Are you seriously going to the same school and the same grade as this boy? No, not boy. “Asshole, that’s what you ar-”

“Who?”

You flinched at the sudden voice near your ear. Hands flying up instinctively in defense, which caused you to accidentally punch the boy in the face. “Aah!” He exclaimed. Your eyes widened as he held his face. You cringed slightly, putting a hand over your mouth while looking at the boy’s face. “Sorry,” your voice was just above a whisper, full of concern. “You okay?”

He sighed deeply before looking back up at you with an extremely pained expression. Your concerned expression worsened, biting your lips. He then dropped his act after getting a satisfying reaction out of you. He rubbed his face, it was hurting, to be honest, but not as much as he acted. He removed his hand and chuckled. “I'm fine...Drama club?” He said proudly.

Your face fell. “What?” You asked confusedly. “Drama club.” He repeated, obviously. You blinked. He was acting? Your face turned back to normal. Sighing with bored eyes, you turn back to continue your way. “Then you deserved that slap.” You mumbled. He gasped before exclaiming, “Hey!” Playfully.

The giant didn't leave. Now, coming to walk sideways beside you. “Come on~ it was just a joke.” He said, looking at your resting face. You didn’t look at him while replying. “I didn’t say anything.” “Then why are you mad?” You turned your head to him with your sharp gaze, which made him stun slightly, blinking at you.

“It’s my face.” You replied offendedly.

“…Ah.” He scratched his head awkwardly with a giggle. 

He turned to walk normally, peeking at your side profile as you observed the academy’s buildings and surroundings as if you’d never seen them before. He didn’t want to interrupt, but he couldn’t recall who you were. And there’s just no way he’d forget someone with such a distinguished face, so he figured it out quickly that you must be a new student.

He cleared his throat to get your attention before speaking. “I’m Yunho, Jeong Yunho.” He introduced himself with a friendly smile and his hand out. You glanced at his long, slender fingers. 

A handshake?

You could do that. It's fine, nothing...bad. Just a simple handshake, it’d be rude not to, so pushing aside your touch-dislike, you took his hands. “Y/n.” You introduced yourself simply, shaking his hands before quickly letting go.

Yunho resisted a grin, thinking that you must be mesmerized and flustered by his beautiful hands like everyone else.

“Y/n~” He tested out your name. “And…why were you talking to that guy, Y/n?” Yunho asked curiously but also amusedly. 

~

When Yunho walked through the gate, the first thing he saw was this unfamiliar girl saying something to Minho. Minho had his back on him, but still, Yunho recognized him right away from knowing each other for a long time, and also Minho's usual confident stand and his hands that just doesn’t seem to come out of his pants pocket.

Why would someone even approach Minho? Yunho thought.

And he wasn’t surprised at all when Minho just walked past you away without saying anything back. He saw you stood still, resting expression turning into disdain in confusion.

Yunho decided to walk up to you since you seemed confused by Minho’s behavior. And he did hear your little mockery.

~

You let out a light scoff, thinking back to the interaction before replying in a serene tone, but also laced with annoyance. “I just asked where The Great Hall is, and he just walked away.” Your upper lips curled a little. “What is that guy’s problem?” Too egotistic to answer one harmless question? Ok, but to be honest, you wouldn’t answer that stupid question either if the direction was right freaking there.

Yunho let out a breath of laughter. “Yeah, he’s like that.”

//

Reaching The Great Hall, it was chaos from all the 10th years running around and interacting with each other lively, which isn’t the environment you expected at all from a high-class society. You thought everyone would be sitting properly and silently, all tense and serious.

I mean, that’s what you saw in films, so it’s not your fault to assume that, right?

But guess kids are kids. 

Chairs were arranged into rows for everyone. You took a seat in the middle row with Yunho and put your bags on the floor beside your feet. 

Yunho turned to you to open a conversation. He let you look around earlier, not speaking further, but he couldn’t help but be curious about you since at least he should've seen you at their parents' business events, and you didn’t even tell him your last name, which is really uncommon. 

“I’ve never seen you befo-” Before Yunho could finish or even start, the teacher on the side of the stage blew a whistle, signaling everyone to settle down and be quiet as a big, scary-looking guy came to the podium.

“Good morning, students.” Said the mafia leader. “I’d like to officially welcome year 10ths to the first day of the academy. Welcome!” Cheers and claps erupted through the hall. You clapped as well but lightly. Everyone looked so enthusiastic for the first day, just…like you. *side eye

You are! Even though you may look like you’re a member of this huge guy’s mafia gang. You swear you are excited. You're just very skilled at hiding it. And to be honest, you look richer than any of these students…by manner, of course.

“I’m Principal Dongseok, which you know already…” You do, you recognized him right away from his scary looks and his big…huge…gigantic body. He has been looking after this marvelous academy for more than 20 years now. The principal everybody knows for his bo-uhh, his…smartness. Yes! His witty ways of developing this academy and maintaining its title and position on the top rank.

“To start your year at Will properly, first, we need to assign you all to your specific classes. Your main class teachers will be confirming your names, so listen carefully. Starting from Class 10/1, Miss Kim?”

Miss Kim…damn.

Good lord, is she really a teacher? Cause she’s gorgeous af. She was wearing a half-sleeve grey suit set with her natural black hair down with a side part and rectangular frame glasses. You couldn’t tell how old she was, but she must be young.

Miss Kim bowed respectively to Principal Dongseok before taking over the podium, and Principal Dongseok smiled in return so freaking cutely. You puckered your lips slightly with a frown. Are you even seeing this right? Yunho saw your reaction, covering his mouth to contain his giggle. “He’s not how he looks like,” Yunho leaned closer to whisper to you.

“Hello, students, I’m Miss Jennie Kim, the main teacher of the ‘King’ class.” She spoke into the mic, and even her voice sounded gorgeous.

“Starting from student number 1, Park Seonghwa, 2 Kim Hongjoong, 3 Jeong Yunho…”

Yunho?

You glanced at him, surprised to hear his name in the ‘King’ class. 

“…Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, Choi Jongho, Bang Chan, Lee Minho, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Yongbok, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin…”

Yunho did see you glancing at him from the side but pretended not to. Controlling his shy smile that was threatening to erupt. It fed into his ego even more to get acknowledged by the new girl as well. 

Yunho has always loved the attention he gets from girls and boys in the academy and outside. Everybody knows how crazy people in this academy get for the ‘Kings.’ Squealing and giggling with each other whenever they pass by. They especially like Yunho because of his friendliness and how he responds to them with his charming, heart-stopping smile.

Even at this moment right now, he can hear the girls behind him whispering things to each other. “Oh my god, Milly. Why is Yunho sitting here?” “How the fuck will I know that?” “And who’s that girl?” “Have you seen her before?”

Some of his friends hate the attention, though, like Yeosang and Jongho from his group or Minho and Seungmin from SKZ.

“…Hwang Yeji, Choi Jisu, Shin Ryujin, Lee Chaeryeong, Shin Yuna, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai, and lastly…

Y/n Y/l/n. 

And that’s the students of ‘King’ class.”

Yunho, who was sitting relaxingly in his seat, straightened up immediately, snapping his head to you, confused as hell.

“How are you in the ‘King’ class?” Yunho asked bewilderedly. You turn to him, blinking at his question before your eyes sharpen and narrow. Is he looking down on you? Yunho eyes widened as he realized what he just said, quickly clearing himself. “Uhh...No! I didn’t mean it like that…It’s just…” He looked at you with a slight frown, scratching his neck before pointing at you, not knowing what to say. “…Never mind.” He dismissed himself, turning back to the stage with a thoughtful look on his face.

You turned back to the stage as well. What was that? You were obviously offended and confused by him. Do you look that dumb? Of course not. You side-eyed Yunho. How dare this giant?

The other main teachers continued until everyone got their classes confirmed. After the teachers finished, Principal Dongseok took the mic again.

“Lastly, before you all go to your classes with your main teachers, I’d like to make an honorable announcement…This year, we have two students who have accomplished such impressive scores…our academy has not seen for years.” He announced proudly.

“Please give it up for the first ranking…Lee Minho!” Everyone clapped their hands with loud cheering for this Lee Minho guy.

Before you could look at the guy, Principal continued. “And the second highest ranking is…”

“Y/n Y/l/n!” The cheers all quieted down as the hall broke into murmurs instead. Everyone started glancing from side to side to find who this Y/n person they’d never heard the name before was.

Y/n?

That’s…you, right? 

Your stomach churned, and you were stunned in your place. You’ve won a lot of awards, that is for sure, but this…th-this is different. You came back when Yunho shook you from the side. “Y/n? Y/n go!” He said excitedly, and pushing you up.

Yunho was so surprised to hear your name again, but now it kinda makes a little more sense.

You got up from your seat, ears clogging as everyone's attention turned to you in a millisecond. 

Flashbacks and voices started playing in your head. You could hear your heart thumping inside like echoes.

You didn’t even get to enjoy your day properly yet, and it’ll all be over soon. Will they start giving you looks? Or throw stuff your way? Will they start spitting names at yo- 

To say shock was an understatement because you were beyond taken aback as everyone started cheering and applauding very loudly.

For you?

Yunho pushed you lightly to walk, so you swallowed before holding your head down while walking past the students in your row. 

A positive reaction to your achievements? Is this all a big, fat joke? All the cheers and claps were muffled.

TRIGGER WARNING - past trauma, bullying, self-harm, wound details, bleeding 

Surprise bitch, we were just kidding like always to get a reaction out of you. Awee, you trusted me. Are you serious? She still believed it after we’ve already done this so often. Bunny, this shows how stupid you are. Always acting like you know it all. Ma’am, this is wrong, that is wrong, you didn't do this right. blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up ain't no one cares. You piss everyone off so fucking bad, you know that? Oh, sorry. You probably couldn't even figure that out. They tore all the new books Mom and Dad bought for you on your birthday. Reading your song lyrics out loud and laughing at them before throwing them all and your other stuff into the mud and stepping on it. You cried and begged for them to stop, but your cries were muffled as one of them closed your mouth harshly to not let anyone hear you and held you still. Giving you one last harsh push down in the mud before walking away while laughing with each other. You sat up, brushing the wet, dirty mud off yourself, even if it didn't help anything while crying and crying. You despised yourself so much for not being able to do anything about all of it. You still despise your old self. In frustration and enrage, you scratched and clawed your arms psychotically, leaving yourself bleeding and in pain both mentally and physically. Later, the forearm wounds recovered, but you kept digging your nails into your upper arms whenever you attempted to suppress your feelings, opening the wounds again and again, giving them no time to heal until now they’ve become scars that’ll stay with you forever. You suppressed your feelings and all emotions to not give them satisfaction, and that made them do much worse things, but you restrained it all until they finally gave up.

Deep breath, Y/n, deep breath. The row didn’t seem to end, and you’re afraid you’ll faint before reaching the end. When you finally reached the clear way in the middle of the hall, you looked up to see the arrogant boy, but you were in a daze, blinking slowly. Why is he here? He had the shittiest smirk on his face, looking back at you.

But his smirk faltered at seeing the pain in your sharp eyes. You looked down before turning and walking up to the stage.

You couldn’t think of anything else since the voices kept playing.

You tried to get rid of it by being as present as possible. 

You bowed to Principal Dongseok, who smiled at you proudly and put the medal around your neck. You finally and hardly got distracted by the beautiful silver medal with a compass, a symbol of Will, carved on in deep detail, and ‘Pride of Will’ carved in beautiful cursive. You shook hands with the Principal. “Congratulations, Miss Y/n. Glad to finally meet you. Welcome to Will Academy.” You nodded firmly. “Thank you, sir.”

You walked back to let the other person receive the medal. Then you realized and became aware as you watched the bookstore boy receive a similar medal but in gold. You tried to make sense of what was going on.

The first-ranking student is… 

Lee Minho.

Minho, the bad boy-looking guy with his leather jacket outfit that you looked down on. Minho, the asshole that took the book you grabbed first at the bookstore. Minho, the bastard that winked at you after paying for the book you took first. Minho, the arrogant ass that didn’t answer your stupid question of where’s The Great Hall. He is the first rank that you...lost to?

You lost to...

Lost

“And congratulations to you too, again,” Principal said to Minho, patting his back, but from his power, it looked more like a push, causing Minho to stumble slightly.

The photography teacher told you two to stand together. “Principal Dongseok in the middle, please.”

You kept your distance from Minho, but then Principal moved to the back, putting his hands around your shoulders, and you two were forced to stand close next to each other. Your clothed shoulders and arms were pressed together, and your hands touched, making an electric shock on you both. You quickly moved your hand away closer to yourself. “You two are the real pride, I’m just the supporter,” Principal said from the back, putting you two together in front of him.

“3..2..1 smile!” Chk Chk

Smile? You didn’t, but Minho sure did, and very proudly.

“Keep up with the good work,” Principal said to you both with a fighting fist before turning to everyone else in the hall. 

“Dismissed!”

//

You took off the medal from your neck, holding it in your hand and looking down at it while walking down the stage stairs. Your first-ever award from ‘Will’ You’d place it on the empty shelf in your new room for sure, even if it’s…se, it’s sec…You sighed, not wanting to think about the rank.

It could have been anyone else, and it’d be less humiliating. If you knew this would happen, you would have taken the test seriously.

You suddenly got pulled back by your arm, making you tense up. You looked up to see crowds of students rushing around everywhere, pushing slightly on each other, trying to find their way to their main teachers. You looked down at the hand on your arm, a veiny hand with a ring on the index.

You took another quick step back yourself as one student rushed past your front from the side, almost bumping into you, but it made your back press into the hard chest instead.

You held your breath, eyes widening. You looked down at the hand again that was still holding your arm, Minho then let go. You moved away quickly to keep your distance before glancing up over your shoulders to see Minho A fucking GAIN?! You turned back around immediately. 

Y/n, yo- oh my mama, just how many more times are you going to make a fool out of yourself? And keep needing help.

Minho watched with an amused look as you disappeared through the crowd of students, mumbling your little excuse-mes, and sorries.

He isn’t wrong to think you’re stupid, and he also isn’t wrong to doubt you are Y/n, the scholar. He was taken aback himself to see you standing up when the Principal announced the 2nd place. His predictions were right, like always, but seriously, you, the trolley girl? 

Why in the world were you even dragging the trolley on your own? Minho was at the train station to receive Chan and Felix, who live in another city but study here. He was returning to his car after getting sodas for his friends, rushing towards you after seeing your struggle.

Yes, surprisingly he does have morals.

//

You push through the crowd, getting more and more suffocated by the contacts, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. The flashback from earlier, plus this environment, added another flashback. You couldn’t breathe, throat tightening, and head started to spin.

‘Almost there, almost.’ You repeated to yourself, and thankfully, just as tears pricked your eyes, you were out.

Finally, you let out a breath as you reached the clearing area. Closing your eyes to take deep breaths in and out in and out to calm yourself. You knock on your head to get rid of the pictures and distract yourself by searching for your bag.

But both your bag and Yunho were gone from your previous seat, leaving you standing dumbly in the crowd of strangers. Frowning, you tiptoed to look for Yunho.

Then, after a few seconds, you felt a poke on your shoulder.

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Slippery

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 11!

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Roy Harper x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 675

Warnings: Just snowy fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

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The early morning light spilled through the window, illuminating the quiet kitchen where I stood flipping pancakes while the sweet scent of vanilla wafted through the air. It was a rare Saturday morning when I had no missions or patrols to worry about, and I was determined to make the most of it by treating my girlfriend to a cozy breakfast at home. 

After the past few months of chaos and battles, we both needed this peace. I hummed softly to myself, mixing with the birds chirping outside. Just as I was about to stack the pancakes, I heard a soft giggle behind me. 

“Wow, someone’s really getting into the cooking spirit today.” Y/N teased, her hair messy and her eyes bright with sleep. She was wearing her favorite hoodie (Mine) and a pair of fuzzy socks, clearly still waking up, but she looked beautiful to me. 

“Just trying to impress my lady.” I replied with a wink, flipping a pancake with some extra flourish. 

“Besides, I figured you could use some fuel before we head out to the park later.” 

“Oh? What are we doing at the park?” She asked, leaning against the doorframe, a playful smile tugging at her lips. 

“Just a little outdoor fun. Maybe a snowball fight. I’ll give you a chance to take me down.” My tone mischievous. She laughed, shaking her head. 

“Good luck with that, babe. You might need to practice your dodging skills.” 

“Ha! We’ll see about that.” I said, grinning. 

“But first, breakfast!” 

After breakfast, we bundled up in our winter gear- thick jackets, scarves, and gloves- excited for the day ahead. The sun was shining brightly, but the air was crisp and the ground sparkled with a fresh layer of snow that had fallen the night before. As we stepped outside, Y/N took a deep breath, clouding the winter air. 

“Hey, look at that!” I said pointing toward a patch of sunlight streaming through the trees. 

“It’s perfect for a snowball fight.” 

“Race you there!” Y/N called, already sprinting across the street, laughter bubbling up as she kicked up snow behind her. I chuckled and took off after her, my competitive spirit igniting. I was catching up to her when, suddenly, Y/N teetered for a moment, her arms flailing, before she went down in a flurry of limbs and laughter. I couldn’t help it, bursting out laughing, even as I rushed toward her. 

“You okay?” I asked, kneeling beside her as she lay sprawled on the ground, snow clinging to her hair and the front of her jacket. 

“I’m fine. Just testing the snow’s… softness?” She said, giggling uncontrollably as she pushed herself up, brushing the snow off her sleeves. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold and laughter, I thought she looked absolutely radiant. 

“Sure you were.” I teased, extending a hand to help her up. “You could’ve warned me that you were going for a dramatic fall.” She accepted my hand, and as I pulled her up, she leaned into me, playfully bumping her shoulder against mine. 

“Where’s the fun in that? Besides, now you have to protect me from the ice monsters!” 

“Ah, of course! I am you’re trusty knight after all.” I declared dramatically, drawing an imaginary sword from my side. 

“Fear no, fair maiden! I shall vanquish the treacherous ice!” We both burst into laughter again, and I couldn’t resist the urge to scoop up a handful of snow and toss it at her. Y/N squealed, ducking just in time to avoid it, and retaliated with a snowball of her own. 

“Bring it on!” I challenged. Just like that, we were in the middle of a snowball fight. Throwing snow at each other, our worries melting away with each throw. 

As the sun continued to shine above us, I realized that we didn’t get to have many moments like these. We didn’t get to laugh, love, and simply enjoy being together. We were going to savor this rare day off while we could.

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[taylor-on-your-dash]

Glamour Italy - November 2010

I transcribed & translated this old interview done by Glamour. It was conducted in September 2010. I couldn't figure out some words because the scans are cut.

ORIGINAL SCANS WITH PHOTOSHOOT

[Translation & Transcript by me] America's sweetheart, Taylor Swift, poses for us. And she surprises. She changes look: she becomes bolder and more rock, elegant and (a little) spacey. And she reveals her passion for fashion, some styling tricks (yes, even how to wear a tuxedo jacket) and the secret to being liked by the world. Which is? Have a star attitude.

1. Which style do you interpret easily?

Wearing glittery and sparkling evening dresses comes naturally to me, the kind that stand out. But I also know how to wear girly dresses, maybe with a retro vibe.

2. How do you dress when you want to feel different?

I play with a totally opposite look, almost androgynous: I'm wearing a black tuxedo jacket."

3. What do you pair with it?

I could write an essay about it! So, I usually pair it with a pair of shorts, bold, thick tights, a T-shirt and a pair of Oxford shoes. In the evening, however, I pair it with skinny jeans and I wear high-heels or knee-high heeled boots. In this case, I wear a black bodice [missing word] Other times I pair it with a glittery skirt. A sparkly [missing word] and high heels. I know a thing or two about wearing my blazer...

4. Where do you shop?

When I travel I like discovering the local fashion. I go to every little shop, but I also like shopping to Urban Outfitters, Apostrophe and Topshop.

5. What was your last purchase from Topshop?

Ah, I always buy T-shirts with weird or fun prints. The last one I go has a maxipanda on it. I wear it with leggings, or a skirt, or skinny jeans with lace-up shoes.

6. What's the last deal you made?

I have a passion for vintage stuff and antique shops. In an antique shop I bought a key, one of the old-fashioned ones, I hung it on a chain and created a necklace of my own.

7. Who are your favorite designers?

I'll make a list. I love Cavalli, Dior, Kaufman Franco and Rick Owens.

8. Is there a person you admire for their style?

Charlize Theron, she is elegant and chic.

9. What have you got youreself recently?

So many socks: they have become my obsession. And a woolen hat with a soft pompom. This will be the highlight for the winter-

10. How do you transform a day look into a night look?

A touch of red lipstick: it's instantly an evening look.

11. What do you always pack in your suitcase when you travel?

-I never forget my necklace collection. I like the ones by Lulu Frost, they look vintage. Sometimes I even wear more than one, I overlap them.

12. And what other accessories define your look?

I love bracelets, but unfortunately I can only wear them on my left wrist, otherwise I wouldn't be able to play the guitar. I also like hair accessories such as headbands, ribbons, especially for the evening. Ah, I almost forgot, hats! If I have a bad hair day, they are my salvation: I put my hair under my hat and voilà!

13. What is the piece you have in your closet that makes you feel more comfortable?

The one I call a "to go to" sweater. The one I always carry it with me wherever I go. And navy blue, with a wide and slightly oversized neckline.

Floating quotes:

"Having charm means not feeling inadequate if you enter a room and realize that everyone has flat shoes while you are the only one with high heels... You have to be confident."

[prisonhannibal]

how do you stay warm in winters? I'm from a tropical area and even 1° c makes me want to go back inside, but snow is so beautiful that I really want to visit a cold place.

tbh I'm used to it so I just wear normal clothes like jeans and a jacket when it's -7c or something, but I know how to dress for being outdoors for longer periods of time like skiing and the most important thing is to trap body heat, avoid moisture and keep your hands and feet warm. A lot of people here wear wool/thermal underwear under jeans and normal clothing when it gets really cold. multiple thin layers are warmer than one thick layer, here's how most people layer winter clothing for skiing for example: 1. thermal underwear that absorbs sweat, warm socks. you can wear thermal socks and thick wool socks over if you're cold. 2. middle layer, can be fleece or wool, usually a smaller down jacket that can fit under another jacket. 3. shell jacket and pants that are wind proof and preferably waterproof, it traps the heat under it and the first two layers wont help you if there's wind.

When your hands, feet and head get cold you're doneeee, keep them warm!!! you need thick shoes even if you're just walking in the city because you might be walking on snow and if not the asphalt gets really cold too and it just goes right through the soles of your shoes if they're too thin. wool hats and mittens are always good, wool is awesome because it keeps you warm even when wet! also you can wear a buff on your neck and then pull it over your face above your nose if its very cold, theyre usually a thinner fabric for your face and then fleece lower down for your neck. below -10-ish it can sometimes hurt a little bit to breathe and a buff stops that.

if you're not gonna be outside for long periods of time but youre not used to cold id say you can wear normal clothing with thermal underwear and socks, a good pair of winter shoes, a buff, mittens and a hat and youre probably good. mittens are warmer than gloves bc your fingers warm each other up. also jeans get cold as fuck they absorb cold or something, so maybe not the best thing to wear.

common saying here is "there's no bad weather, only bad clothing!"

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

hi, hello, how about 23 and 25? :3 maybe Chris/Luis (or Chris/Luis/Leon?) since you managed to write a post about that after i had spent the night before thinking about it out of nowhere, which was a coincidence I found funny

have a good day :D

hello!! thank you so much! I'm not kidding when I say I spent days trying to figure out a scene for them. I went with post-re8 angst and softness (my weakness). I hope you like it! 🩵

Pairing: Chris/Luis.

23: wearing someone's clothes, and 25: falling asleep in their arms (prompts)

-

His leadership role is mostly a formality, something useful to have in case people need to point to the one in charge. He’ll take it up when he needs to.

They needed it today. 

He’s had to point fingers before—at suits, at himself, at the bogeyman. He’ll do it again now, fresh off of the flight from Romania, getting through the main gates at HQ. 

He’s tired. 

The day sweeps by before he can fully grasp it. A burst of fire in the morning, empty sky for hours, and then numbness. Buildings, parking lots, counting floor numbers.  

He remembers negotiating things, standing in hallways and making sure the Winters didn’t disappear behind double doors. He wanted them where he could see them for once. Maybe this time, it would help, but part of him doubts it. 

They were in the hotel room across from his. Mia doesn’t want to see him, understandably, but she let him find a place for the night. He’s counted three cars out front that aren’t civilian. Where their drivers are now is anyone’s guess.

He smokes on the balcony, knowing people are watching him. 

“I thought you said to keep warm.”

Behind him, he hears a familiar laugh under a breath, and a set of rings tapping. 

“I’ll just be a minute,” Chris says. 

“You should come inside.” Luis doesn't leave. “You know you wouldn’t let me be out here.” 

Sighing, smoke and condensation hanging in the air, he turns around. 

For all the lightness in his voice, Luis looks as tired as he does. Chris could argue, he could bring up that Luis is the one with poor circulation, or that the night isn’t as cold here as it was in the mountains. But Luis is stern.

It’s the middle of the night. The place is quiet, like it should be. But he feels like something is creeping around the corner, waiting for them around these hallways he doesn’t know, perched under streetlights, waiting to grab what he’s trying to secure. 

In bed, he rubs his eyes. He hears Luis bring his wheelchair up to the bedside, the soft grunt as he stands and makes the short transition onto the mattress. The sheets smell like detergent and that sweet uncanniness of staying under an unfamiliar roof. 

When he goes to pull the blankets over them, he feels Luis’ foot against his ankle. It’s cold.

“Where are your socks?” he asks.

“They were soaked.”

Brief steps from the van to the chair had been enough to do it then. Only a few times, but the snow was deep. 

Luis keeps shifting to get comfortable. Any other day, they would have been able to find replacements, or at least find a dryer to throw everything into. 

Chris climbs out of bed. 

They’d left their things—duffel bags, and whatever cases he didn’t feel okay leaving in the van outside—in a pile in the corner. He rifles through his.

When the wadded pair of socks lands in front of him, Luis huffs. “Thanks.” 

He turns on his side and pulls up his legs, one at a time, but he doesn’t have his usual tools on him right now. 

It’s so cold all the time. Chris can’t tell if it’s just lingering from where they’ve been—hanging in Luis’ knuckles as Chris gently takes over, pressed into their skin like being in those mountains had branded them with something. He rolls the socks over Luis’ ankles. 

A hand comes to run through his hair. He shuts his eyes. 

“Better?” he asks. 

Luis’ palm slides down over his forehead, then up once more. “Get some sleep.” 

A piece of something familiar. He sighs shakily.

He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to sleep right now. Not when he can still feel this morning sitting around him like a scene, or the traces of an emotion he hadn’t been able to finish at the time. 

He’ll feign it, at least. Like so many other times, he pulls Luis closer, keeping out the cold, and he breathes slowly enough that it could be sleeping.

(collection on ao3)

[alchemiccolored]

sure lol i got nothing better to do

1. What is your middle name? yeah ok ill do this one. Gail.

2. How old are you? 21

3. What is your birthday? not getting this one tho

4. What is your zodiac sign? Capricorn

5. What is your favorite color? imagine having a favorite color. the one i had as a kid was blue

6. What is your lucky number? 5! i was born at 5:55pm and the first pokemon i ever got to level 100 was number 555, and i had already picked my favorite number as 5 before i knew either of those facts.

7. Do you have any pets? two cats, mortimer and mango :)

8. Where are you from? wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy

9. How tall are you? 5'7"

10. What is your shoe size? 9 mens. or 10 womens. or 41 mens? what the fuck are shoe sizes and is there someone we can assassinate to bring down the bullshit shoe insustry

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 5. the pair i wear during the summer, the pair i wear during the winter, the pair i wear for fancy occasions, and two that i never wear ever.

12. What was your last dream about? the last one i remember i was hanging out with Tom Eddsworld and we were both in junior high. it was surprisingly nice for a junior high dream.

13. What talents do you have? drawing, playing the clarinet, midwest US plant identification... snake catching?

14. Are you psychic in any way? no lol

15. Favorite song? do you have any idea how difficult a question that is. ummmmm Joanna (quartet) from the sweeney todd original broadway cast recording

16. Favorite movie? Alien

17. Who would be your ideal partner? someone who likes me lol

18. Do you want children? nope. i am plenty excited to be an awesome auncle to my siblings' kids when that inevitably happens though

19. Do you want a church wedding? nope lol. small service in an outdoor location. probably a prairie. oughhhh and we plant a bur oak after the ceremony!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

20. Are you religious? not really. i like to think theres something out there but

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yeah when i was born lol. and pretty regularly since then for checkups. only time i was in the ER was because they were spreading people out for covid.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? thankfully no.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? beetlejuice flirted with me that one time does that count (no) (i need to go to a convention)

24. Baths or showers? showers

25. What color socks are you wearing? black.

26. Have you ever been famous? i have 70k+ notes on one of my digital circus comics and a dub of it on youtube is at like 8mil views? yeah that doesnt count lol

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? absolutely not

28. What type of music do you like? classical, musical soundtracks, classic rock, indie rock, whatever the fuck 100 gecs is, folk (shanty club my beloved), jazz, whatever the fuck the mechanisms is, EDM (mostly future bass)

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? no?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? two

31. What position do you usually sleep in? several

32. How big is your house? imagine owning a house in this economy

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? medication and sadness. maybe a granola bar if i have some

34. Have you ever fired a gun? nothing more than a nerf gun

35. Have you ever tried archery? yep. i sucked at it.

36. Favorite clean word? i have a soft spot for antidisestablishmentarianism, but schism is pretty good too.

37. Favorite swear word? fuck :)

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 36 hours maybe?

39. Do you have any scars? plenty. the noticeable ones are the four from top surgery

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? HAHA IMAGINE

41. Are you a good liar? i dont really lie a lot? but im serviceable at it

42. Are you a good judge of character? i dont tend to judge people a lot? that being said i tend to find good people when i look.

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? not well.

44. Do you have a strong accent? im sure i would if i was somewhere far away from where i grew up

45. What is your favorite accent? people have those?

46. What is your personality type? phlegmatic

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? probably my hiking boots. somewhere in the $80-$120 range.

48. Can you curl your tongue? yep

49. Are you an innie or an outie? innie

50. Left or right handed? right

51. Are you scared of spiders? i fucking LOVE spiders

52. Favorite food? shrimp :)

53. Favorite foreign food? tempura shrimp :)

54. Are you a clean or messy person? messy as hell

55. Most used phrase? probably "thats what she said." or "thank you."

56. Most used word? yeah

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? for what.

58. Do you have much of an ego? yeah.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? who the hell bites lollipops

60. Do you talk to yourself? quite often, but only when im alone or in a noisy crowd

61. Do you sing to yourself? yep!

62. Are you a good singer? id like to think so.

63. Biggest Fear? either getting arrested and losing my future or mushrooms

64. Are you a gossip? no, that's their business

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? ??? ummm The Color Purple?

66. Do you like long or short hair? i love short hair on myself, no real preference for others.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? yes i know the fifty nifty :)

68. Favorite school subject? music. or math. god math was awesome.

69. Extrovert or Introvert? introvert. also haha nice

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? no

71. What makes you nervous? playing a solo during a concert

72. Are you scared of the dark? no

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? yes, and its really rude of me according to my family.

74. Are you ticklish? yeah 😔

75. Have you ever started a rumor? not intentionally

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? yes, section leader a fair few times

77. Have you ever drank underage? not intentionally (vodka looks quite similar to water)

78. Have you ever done drugs? only prescription!

79. Who was your first real crush? define "real." anyway we're still friends.

80. How many piercings do you have? none.

81. Can you roll your Rs? no 😔

82. How fast can you type? i think my last test was 120 wpm?

83. How fast can you run? hahahahahhahahah

84. What color is your hair? brown

85. What color are your eyes? hazel

86. What are you allergic to? poison ivy, to an incredible degree.

87. Do you keep a journal? no, but i did for a while. ive tried to restart it a dozen times.

88. What do your parents do? my dad is a university professor and my mom works like 8 different jobs. and my dads wife works for the city and my stepmom works another 8 jobs.

89. Do you like your age? its alright. no big deal. alcohol is overrated

90. What makes you angry? idk a genocide my government is actively facilitating and the lack of anything else i can do about it. also golf courses

91. Do you like your own name? yeah. nothing else has really stuck out to me. my middle name sucks though

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? no lol

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? if i DID end up having a kid i would raise them completely gender neutral. however i am not planning on it.

94. What are your strengths? detail oriented, passionate, inventive

95. What are your weaknesses? jealous, lazy, perfectionistic

96. How did you get your name? named after one of my mom's favorite books' author

97. Were your ancestors royalty? no. one of them was a popcorn guy.

98. Do you have any scars? yeah? i already answered this.

99. Color of your bedspread? cream-ish

100. Color of your room? Landlord White (with a blue accent wall, to be fair)

not tagging anyone because this is a fucking undertaking but feel free to do this if you see it.

id give this reblog game a 6/10. typos, a repeated question, and questions about the kid you may or may not want...

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[wizardfrog69]

୨⎯ "Crocheting/knitting hobby (bsd)" ⎯୧

Basically if you had a crocheting/knitting hobby. also mostly platonic

Also requests are wide open if you want me to write about anything! :)

Feat. Fukuzawa, Yosano, Atsushi, Kunikida, Jun'ichirō, Kenji, Kyōka, Dazai, Ranpo, Katai Tayama, Ace, Chuuya,Chuuya's hat, Kōyō, Arthur, Akutagawa, Higuchi, Hirotsu, Kajii, Oda, Ango, Fitzgerald, Karl, Fyodor, Ivan Goncharov, Nikolai, Sigma

Yukichi Fukuzawa:

Omg he loves the fact that you could make him a scarf

Mike him a scarf btw

He loves it

Also make tiny hats and scarfs for the cats

Love's them also <3

Akiko Yosano:

If you make her anything then she would wear it everywhere

Shows off what you made

Is proud

Atsushi Nakajima:

Please make him like a sweater or something

Yk he'll wear it 24/7

Doesn't he have like one pair of clothes?

Idk just make him something

Doppo Kunikida:

Is proud that you have such useful skills

I don't think he needs anything

But if you make him something then he'll wear it when necessary

Would probably prefer it over his other things of the same use

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki:

Love's, absolutely adores your skill

Make him a shit tone of sweaters and he'll wear every last one of them 24/7

Love's everything you make

Idk why but I feel like he would know how to knit

Will knit you shit aswell

Kenji Miyazawa:

I'm gonna assume that people in his village used to crochet/knit cuz its such a common thing and you would need those skills to make cloths

Whenever you knit/crochet he will sit there are just stare

It's mesmerising to watch someone do such a thing

Pls make him a little cow teddy

Kyōka Izumi:

And you make her a bunny teddy

Also loves to watch

Will thank you politely after you make her something

She will be very grateful

Osamu Dazai:

I'm sorry but watching people crochet or knit is so mesmerising

Watches your every move while you do your thing

Will ask you to make him stuff

Asked you to make him a rope 🥰

Ranpo Edogawa:

Doesn't care ????

I feel like he wouldn't care much

Still appreciates the things you make him but wouldn't really care

Katai tayama:

Bro make him like a blanket or something

Idk why but he's silly rn

My brain thinks he's silly rn

Make him a blanket tho

I just realised it sounds like I'm forcing you to make all of these things

Ace:

Mans will gamble all that shit away

Sorry babes your talent is wasted with him

Chuuya Nakahara:

Crochet a flower for his hat

Idc for him just his hat

Chuuya's hat:

It enjoys the flowers you make it

And other little things

Decorate the hat

Hat enjoys your company

You and the hat are getting married now

Chuuya is invited to the wedding

Runs off with his hat and asks the hat to never leave his side

Now you are in a relationship with chuuya's hat and chuuya

You can make chuuya like new gloves or something idc

Kōyō Ozaki:

Idk what you could make this beautiful lady

Maybe a scarf or something

Arthur Rimbaud:

Use that extra thick wool for his things

Make him a scarf. Gloves. Hat, socks and everything

This man is freezing to death 24/7

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa:

Whatever you do use black yarn

He doesn't really need anything

Maybe a scarf (such an original idea ik)

Ichiyō Higuchi:

Loves everything thing you make

Respectfully shows off what you made

Ryūrō Hirotsu:

I forgot who this is 💀

Nvm it's the old guy

Like idk just like idk

Motojiro Kajii:

Make him lemon scented lemons

To me this guys personality is just lemons

Sakunosuke Oda:

You better be using those skills to make the kids winter clothes

He adores you and he loves what you can do

Ango Sakaguchi:

Man wouldn't even realise

He's too busy working

Francis Scott Fitzgerald:

He fond your skills useful when he was in his poor era 😍

Karl:

Make this racoon some tiny socks or something

Or a cute little hat

Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Make little cloths for his rats or something idk

Make him this:

Ivan Goncharov:

He needs a nice hat

Nikolai Gogol:

And he needs a silly hat

Sigma:

Bones ruined him

Like wtf is his character design? The hair is too light the shoes are not shoeing

Like no one can walk in those shoes

Poor Sigma:(

Sorry I got too lazy to continue

[theothersarshi]

Urgh, being perceived. I feel you. I have the advantage of being in a relatively crowded neighborhood, so at least that's not an issue except around the apartment building, where people might recognize me.

But otherwise, walking is one of my favorite things!!!

Comfy clothes

I've got several axes for comfort, but here are the basics:

good fabrics (don't chafe, don't have weird stitches that keep rubbing over my skin)

good cuts (don't ride up/down)

allow for as much movement as possible, so I never feel like anything's hindering me

During winter, when it gets fucking cold here (and I'm bad with cold):

I have these super-sweet, very cold-resistant pants from Columbia, which is a sportswear company. I like sportswear, it does the job.

comfy semi-hiking boots (which are SUPER hard to find for women, I grabbed a suitable pair from the men's section). Yeah, I'm not hiking. who cares. the point is that they're sturdy, waterproof and made for people to do some heavy duty walking in. Overkill for my 3 miles through the town? Maybe. But watch me give no fucks.

nice, comfy t-shirt

nice, comfy blouse (thickness depending on weather) OR hoodie

cold-resistant jacket

scarf

If I get too hot during winter, I open the jacket before I start sweating; if I'm wearing a hoodie underneath that jacket and for some reason I'm super-hot (I dunno, maybe I'm carrying groceries and going real fast), I'll be zipping down the hoodie, too. The scarf will protect my neck and chest, but the jacket and hoodie will be cooled down by the freezing winter air.

During summer:

plastic is the devil. it's not breathable. try getting cotton if you can (or linen), because polyester will be shite, it will stick to you, it'll make you sweat.

sneakers! tennis shoes! Tennis shoes are lighter, and they're as far from waterproof as you can get without being made of water, but they're my favorites on a sunny day. I've had the most luck finding comfy pairs in that section.

I'm an "all socks are socks" sort of person and give zero fucks. My firm belief is that it's the *shoe* that should be doing most of the work to prevent blisters (hello, tennis shoes!). But I've always hated the really short ones that are meant to look like you're not wearing socks at all, because all socks slide down, so the very short ones tend to need fixing all the fucking time. If you have more issues with socks than me, buy various pairs, see what works.

I favor long pants and long skirts, because they protect me from the sun and also from whatever surfaces I'm sitting on. They tend to be wider/flowier so they don't cling, and so they don't ride up (no friction = no cling = not running up my body). I can wear shorts or shorter skirts, but the same principles of "don't hinder movement, don't cling to me" apply.

hats are not stupid, but one that looks good on you and stays on your head can be hard to find. if the problem is the sun getting into your eyes, consider a baseball cap... or sunglasses. if, otoh, the problem is that the sun is hitting you directly and constantly, a bigger hat to also protect from heatstroke is better than sunglasses. (OR alternately a head scarf, which has the advantage that you don't need to find the right size; but has the disadvantage that you need to learn how to tie it so it looks like a fashion statement and not a fashion disaster.)

Where to walk

There are two options that I personally think are best: pretty places meant for leisure, that have loads of trees and nature (city parks, hiking trails); and urban settings where everybody's going somewhere and the sidewalks are clearly in use. It's best if you find a place with trees along the sidewalk for shade, especially in the summer, but let's face it: those are rare.

Obviously, pretty places have the advantage that you see pretty things and you get to enjoy nature or whatnot.

But places like this (Bucharest, Romania, downtown) are fine:

They're great, actually.

Everybody's going somewhere, the cars and pedestrians are clearly separated, nobody cares what you're doing, there are too many people for anyone to notice you, and if you take five turns around the same block, it'll take a very bored old lady to notice.

Usually, while not at this scale, most cities and even villages here will have some sort of area with decent sidewalks (Ibănești, a random village I dropped into via Google street view):

Obviously, in the above picture, people will notice if you keep going up and down and all around, but if you walk purposefully enough, and if the village is long enough to not do this enough times, they'll just assume you're running errands.

I don't know what US city plans are like, and if you can get these features easily or not.

But the main point is: find a place that's pretty safe. Separating cars and pedestrians so that you don't end up crossing each other unless you're crossing the street (or the cars are parking). Large roads next to tiny sidewalks, with no trees and no shade, tend to create a feeling of exposure and unsafety, so I kind of hate them (taking the road out of Bucharest in Băneasa; you can see how nobody's walking on that comparatively tiny sidewalk):

Walk with a purpose

If you're worried about people's perceptions, walk like you're going somewhere, and people will assume you've got things to do.

In fact, while I personally am fine just walking around aimlessly, I know people who aren't like that (*cough* my partner *cough*) and who need a Purpose. So I'm always like, "Ta! I'm going out! It is a magical journey and I will establish my route based on whim!" And he's like, "I'm going to go to that place and do that thing."

You can go to the store, if one is in the area. ("I need to buy an orange!") You can go look at someone's tree and try to figure out what it is; if anyone asks (nobody will) you were thinking of planting one yourself. Or maybe wondering if you can have a bonsai of that sort of tree, if you don't have a yard.

If anyone notices you staring at their yard and is wondering what's up (over here, the chances of this happening are very low, but I'm not sure about your area), compliment. People love compliments on things they did. You'll make friends.

Entertainment

I'm a headphone person! I blast music, listen to podcasts or call people when I'm on a walk. This is why I firmly believe in the separation between car and pedestrian: I only need to be careful when crossing the road. Headphones also help with traffic noises. If I write, it's a good moment to think of my characters, if I have something I want to listen to, this is a good time, and if I want to call my parents and have a long talk, it's perfect.

Sometimes, I also go out with my camera and take photos of random things. Birds, houses, trees, bees, cats, flowers, roads, whatever. The walking's slower, but whatever.

And my favorite thing is going on a walk with someone and talking about all sorts of things. You'd be surprised how well walking and talking go together - it's easy to become animated, and to get new ideas when you walk. The Ancient Greeks had a whole name for philosophers who walked and talked (the peripatetics).

Sensitivity!

A lot of things can be mitigated (cold, heat, discomfort), but the great news is that you'll grow more resilient in time. Things that bother you now might become better later, as your body and your mind adjust. Even blisters can become less frequent if you have comfy shoes and feet that are used to walking.

As for bugs... I'm really feeling Arabs, seriously. I think my general discomfort with being touched by odd things is why I tend to cover loads of skin when outside. But even so, the bugs aren't that bad.

Ah, I also have masks, which I sometimes put on to protect myself from pollen/insect swarms.

Treadmills

Boring, UNLESS.

Some of my friends listen to podcasts on a treadmill, but I discovered that I can read on a treadmill, which I can't do when walking in any other context. So that's what I do, even if it's more difficult. Because I'm insane.

You can also listen to music, or, but I've never enjoyed this, watch something.

Sometimes, I set games for myself. I've got a treadmill that can be set at various inclines, so sometimes I'll start at the highest and lower the incline as I go (according to rules I set for myself), or things like that. I've gotten way better at going up and down hills simply because I'm a stubborn ass who wanted the numbers to look pretty in my head.

The point is, find an activity you enjoy doing, and see if it works for you in combination with a treadmill (if you have a treadmill already). I personally wouldn't call anyone while on a treadmill, because those things are noisy, but if it doesn't bother you, that's also a possibility.

Treadmills are especially good when the weather is bad. If it's too cold outside, or too rainy, the treadmill is warm and dry.

Walking's fun and relaxing...

...but that happens when you're used to it. Like any other activity, it can be a bit shitty until you figure out what works for you, and until you build up enough resilience that it's not difficult to do.

What it's got going for it is versatility: you can do things while walking (talking, making up stories, listening to podcasts, taking photos).

And after a while, it gets super-ok. My ankle hurts because I fucked up when sitting at my desk (well... "sitting"... I'm not sure what I'm doing counts as sitting on this chair), and yesterday my ankle hurt, but not so much that I couldn't walk. I went outside three times, for groceries or short walks, and I got over 9700 steps in total (counting walking through the house and whatnot). My ankle is also better today.

Calling my neurospicy/ADHD/autistic siblings with a question:

How do you walk for fun/exercise?

Personally, I've realized that I actually hate walking? For decades I've been trying to force myself to enjoy going for a quick walk around the block because every piece of advice about physical and mental health says "just go for a walk 😊 it's fun and relaxing 😊 anyone can do it 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊"

BUT IT IS NEITHER FUN NOR RELAXING??!?

I present to you the following:

Every window you walk past has the potential for one or more sets of eyes. EYES THAT COULD BE PERCEIVING YOU.*

Hot. Cold. Rain. Wind. Allergies. Insects. INSECTS THAT FOLLOW YOU (fucking horseflies ugh)

Choices must be made. What clothes to wear? No you can't wear the shorts you're wearing because the thighs ride up. Go change. A hat?? Hats look dumb but counterpoint: sun is murdering your eyes. And shoes?!? WHICH SOCKS ARE RIGHT AND PREVENT BLISTERS BUT AREN'T TOO HOT ANSWER ME THIS

Chronic pain????????????

Okay I'm walking, I'm walking, look at the pavement, don't trip over that drainage grate, don't stumble on the loose gravel, god this is so freaking boring ah shit I rolled my ankle on the pavement did anyone see?? Why didn't I wear headphones but headphones are bad because I'm supposed to be enjoying nature™ and if I wear them I can't hear electric cars and I might get in an accident SHIT I rolled my ankle AGAIN

SO HOW DO YOU DO IT??? Are there tips and tricks? Do you just... not walk? Use a treadmill?? How do you make the treadmill not soul-suckingly boring????

(PLEASE no neurotypicals clowning on this post with any "advice" -- your statements have already been noted and accepted into the record. Autistic/ADHD rebuttals are what is being sought here thanks.)

*Do NOT give me that 'no one is looking at you' BS -- YES THEY ARE. I know this because I watch people walking by, and so does my mom and half the neighborhood.

[m-jelly]

Chapter 5

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building, confessions, relationship development, oral sex, fingering, double masturbation.

Concept: Now feeling a little better, you decide to go to a sermon of Levi's and tease him a little. Levi falls for your teasing and decides to eat you out on the altar. Levi keeps going until he ends up grinding against you and revealing the truth about what he is. You shock Levi by accepting him right away. You share loving moments and think of the future. While in confessional thinking about you, you enter the other side and begin to play with Levi. Levi talks you through touching yourself as he touches himself.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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You were still hurting from your fight after three days. You were a little embarrassed by it all because you cried when you wanted to be so tough. You were also shocked that most of the townspeople were repairing and cleaning the front of your house, all for free. You thought it was sweet, but it felt so weird because it seemed like they were forced to do it out of guilt. You wanted to thank them and you needed to stay positive about everything. You had a few more things to paint and then you were going to suggest to Levi that you move away together.

You pulled on a sweet dress and blushed as you thought about your idea. You sat on Levi’s bed as your dragged up your thick thigh-high socks and smiled a little. You were going to go to the temple for a sermon and prove to everyone you are well and strong. Plus, you felt like teasing Levi this morning and having a little fun with him.

You dragged on your coat to cover up your little scheme to mess with him. You hurried through the town to see a little bit of snow fluttering down. You loved that it was December and the winter celebration for the Gods was in a few weeks. You wanted to do something special with Levi, maybe a nice couple’s meal together.

You smiled at people as you made your way into the temple and down to the front pew. You took your coat off and rested it down before sitting down and fixing your dress. You smiled a little when you saw Levi getting things reader. You smirked a bit as he eyed you, meaning he liked the dress. You crossed your legs and flashed him your thighs.

Levi’s eyes dragged all over your body. He noticed your breasts were a little pressed, meaning you were wearing a bra that was pushing them up and together. He could just imagine pressing his face against them. He wanted to watch his fingers make dips in your thighs. He wanted to grip your thighs as he pushed his tongue deep into you. He wanted to suck on your plump bean. He felt himself drooling.

He jumped when he heard the temple doors closing, meaning everyone was in and ready. He blushed hard and began his sermon. He talked to his people and slowly looked at you to see you were touching your neck and chest delicately. He shivered as he stumbled on his words. He cleared his throat before continuing his sermon.

He sighed when he managed to finish without stumbling too much on his words. He felt a cold sweat coming on as his demon needs burned. He wanted to devour you, make love to you, pleasure you and make you cum. He barely listened as people talked to him about a lovely sermon. His focus was on you as you talked to Dean and Daisy. He watched you push your hair from your neck. Levi wanted nothing more than to bite the back of your neck as he made love to you.

He drifted over to you with a delicate blush from his sinful thoughts. He said your name pulling your attention from everyone. “I’m glad you joined us.”

You smiled at him. “Well, I was feeling better and you did invite me to see your sermon.”

“How is your hand?”

You showed him that it was bound up. “It’s okay this morning.”

“I’m glad.”

You hugged yourself as you gazed over at Edith. “Seems like her gang is diminishing.”

Dean let out a long sigh. “Ever since Father Levi’s speech, she has been walking around with her tail between her legs. She’s been put in her place.”

You hummed as you watched her. “I suspect she’s plotting something.”

Daisy gulped hard. “I agree. Something isn’t right.”

You let out a long sigh. “Anyway, I’m going to assess my paintings and see if I need to change things.”

Daisy smiled at Levi once you’d moved away from their little group. “She’s looking so good today. I think she’s pulling out all the stops to impress someone.”

Levi blushed. “I think so too.”

Dean put his arm around Daisy. “We’re all leaving now, so you two have alone time.” He winked at Levi. “Have fun.” Dean looked around. “Nice echo in here.”

Levi gulped hard as he watched the two leave with everyone else. He hurried to the door and locked it behind the last person. He checked every inch of his temple and made sure you and he were alone. He moved closer to you. “You look stunning today.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.” You walked with Levi around his temple. “We alone?”

“We are.”

You stop at a stained glass window before turning and lifting yourself up. You sit on the windowsill and gaze down at Levi. “Can I just say, your sermon was just wonderful.”

Levi looks up at you with the sun shining through the colourful glass and lighting you up like a Goddess that you are, a delicious meal, a beautiful flower among a town of weeds. “Thank you.”

You smile softly with red-painted lips. Your voice is hushed due to how easily things echo in his temple. “There is one thing, father.”

He dragged his eyes over your exposed thighs. He tilted his head as you uncrossed them and parted your legs just a little. “And what, pray tell, is on your mind?”

You held the edge of the stone windowsill and leaned a little forward towards him. “What happened to you? You were doing so well, but you became distracted. You regained your composure, but I must know.” You tilted your head making your soft hair shift a little and frame your face. “I’m curious.”

He eyed your exposed neck. “Curiosity killed the cat.”

You purred at him. “But satisfaction brought it back.”

He flicked his gaze to yours and felt urges within him. “You really wish to know?”

“I’m giddy with intrigue.”

He walked right up to you and slowly ran his hands up your thighs. He parted your legs further so he could nestle himself between them. “You were the distraction. As I gazed upon you, I had many a dirty thought. The way you looked and how you touched yourself.” He looked up into your eyes. “You made me a sinner.”

You shivered at his tone. “What did you think about?”

He lovingly grabbed your neck, his touch light, making you gasp and a pleasure shoot through you. Levi smiled at your aura being red, pink and white. You were drowning in lust and love for him. He felt the same way about you.

He leaned closer to your lips, his hot breath hitting them as he spoke. “I was thinking of making your pussy my altar. Kneeling before it and whispering prayers against your forbidden fruit.” He moved his hand from your thigh and lightly touched your clothed slit to feel your arousal. “Then giving you my thick hard staff. Ravaging you against the pew and getting you to scream my name as if I was your God.”

You released a little moan. “Father.”

“Naughty girl using my title.” His lips lightly brushed yours. “Call me Levi.”

You smirked against his lips. “Levi.”

He smiled at winning this little fight. “Good girl.”

You hummed a laugh. “I have my moments.”

He pushed his fingers under your underwear and grabbed your ass. He massaged your cheeks and moaned at the feeling. He crashed his lips against yours as he rubbed your crotch against his own. He felt his body tingle and want to turn. He knew very well his growing erection was turning into his demon one. He wanted to make love to you, but he couldn’t give you a human dick.

He pulled from your lips and panted. “I need to pray.”

You felt your heart drop a little. “Oh, okay.” You gasped as Levi lifted you up. You wrapped your arms around Levi. “Levi?”

He carried you to the altar and sat you on it with the grand tree behind you. He pressed his lips against yours and sighed in contentment. He pulled his hands from your behind before pushing your down onto your back. He ran his tongue slowly up your neck and flicked your chin with the tip of his tongue. He smiled at your little mewl at him.

You leaned on your forearms. “Levi.”

He kissed you softly. “Time for prayer and worship.”

You flopped back on the altar as Levi pushed your legs over his shoulders. You hummed as he massaged your thighs. You sighed as he licked the inside of your thigh. He kissed your sensitive skin and bit down hard before sucking your skin. You squeaked as he pressed his nose against your panties and inhaled deeply.

Levi moaned at your smell. “You’re incredible.” He ran his tongue up your panties and smiled. “Delicious.” He dragged your underwear off and slammed it on the altar table next to you. He shivered as he saw how wet you were for him. “The nectar of the gods.

You pushed your fingers into Levi’s hair as he ran his tongue up slowly and parted your slit. You pushed your chest out and sighed in delight. You clenched Levi’s head between your thighs and moved his head a little. You leaned your head back and gazed at the paintings above your head. You hummed as your pleasure bubbled away inside you. You’ve had a man taste you before, but there was something about Levi doing it that was magical.

You bucked against him when he flicked your clit with his tongue. You whimpered as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked. You tugged his hair hard as his tongue rolled around and traced patterns that made you weak. You moved your hips with him and released his hair. You gripped your dress as you felt your body softly be lulled into pleasure overload. You panted and moaned softly at first, but as your pleasure increased your moans started to echo in the temple.

Levi looked up at you and smiled against your pubic mound. He gripped your thigh tighter and pressed your pelvis down with his hand. He moaned against you and saw you squirm and shiver in response. Your eyes rolled back as the vibration of Levi’s moans burned through your body. Your moans echoed off the walls of the temple as your let Levi devour you.

You reached behind you and gripped the edge of the altar as you felt your coil tighten. You threw your head back as gazed at the tree with the light shining through the stained glass behind it. You shivered as you felt so sinful as Levi played and sucked your clit. He smiled against you as he listened to your moans. He’d heard songs and classical music in this temple, but your moans of pleasure were the best thing he’d ever heard.

You cupped your mouth a little. “Levi.” You moaned. “My Gods, your tongue is incredible. You feel so good!” You moved your hips against Levi. “Levi.” You reached down and gripped one of Levi’s hands as you felt the pop. “Ah!” You shivered as burning pleasure shot through you. Your orgasm washed over you and up your body. “Levi.”

Levi lapped at your slit and hummed in delight. “Delicious.”

You panted as you lay there, your legs shaking a little. “Levi.”

Levi stood up and panted. “How are you so incredible?”

You shivered and hummed in delight. “Levi, I want you.”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “I know, my love, I know, but we can’t.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Levi.”

He hugged you. “I know, I know.” He tapped his forehead against yours and sighed. “There is something we can do.” He pushed his hand down your body and moved his fingers up and down your slit. “Still so wet.” He smiled and kissed you. “I want to touch you.”

You moaned as he teased your entrance. “Please do.”

He pushed two fingers in slowly and deep. He shivered as he felt himself become overfed by this sin of it all and your pleasure. He shivered and controlled himself from turning into his demon form. He curled his fingers up and rubbed your walls and felt you tighten around him. He moved his fingers slowly as his thumb rubbed against your clit in a slow and loving motion. He watched you moan and rock your hips against him. He admired how you clung to him, your cheeks pink and sweet moans coming from you.

You shifted and wiggled your legs. “Levi.”

He tapped his forehead against yours as he softly moaned your name. “You’re so hot and wet.” He growled. “Your pussy is heavenly.”

You shivered at his words. “Levi.”

He kissed along your jawline to your ear as your skin burned. “Just imagine my thick hard cock buried deep within you. Moving in and out of you slowly. I’ll press and explore every inch of you.”

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back as Levi nipped and sucked at your neck. “Yes, I can feel you deep inside.” You rocked your hips. “I need you rough and deep. I need you to stretch me.”

He moved his fingers a little faster. “I’m deep inside you filling every inch of you.”

You gripped his shoulders and rocked your hips. You panted and moaned at Levi. “Fill me.”

Levi’s eyes became slits. “Fill you?”

You nodded and shivered. “Fill me with cum.”

Levi bit your neck hard and growled as he fought his demon urges. “Fuck, I want to fill you to the brim.” He panted. “I want to drown your pussy in cum.”

Your legs shook as you moaned. “Levi, please. I need it.” You panted. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You clenched your toes and cried out as you felt the snap. Your legs shook as you felt ecstasy encase your body. Pleasure popped and bubbled inside you. You shivered before flopping against Levi’s body. “Levi. You panted. “I feel so sinful.” You giggled.

Levi pulled his fingers from you and admired your honey running down his fingers. He parted them and watched a string connect the two. He moaned as he stuck his tongue out. He caught the string of honey. He locked eyes with you as he pushed his fingers deep into his mouth. He growled as his tongue ran around his fingers before opening his mouth. He pressed his tongue down in front of you making you mewl at him. He pulled his fingers from his mouth.

You blushed and nibbled your lip. “Levi, that was…”

He picked up your underwear and pressed them against his nose. “You are very sinful, I love it.”

You reached for your underwear, but Levi pulled them away. “Hey, I need them.”

He wiggled your underwear in front of you. “These?”

You stumbled onto your feet and giggled. “Give them back.”

He yanked you against him. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You ran your hands up his chest. “What do you have in mind.”

He let out a long sigh and thought about pounding you against the altar as you screamed his name, but had to resist. He lifted you and looked up at you. “I have many ideas.” Levi’s tongue tingled as he thought about eating you again. He was so hungry for you. He needed more, he desired more, he wanted to drown in you.

He sat on the altar and lay back on the altar. “Please, sit on my face.”

You blushed as you sat on his chest. “Levi, I umm…I’m a bit heavy.”

“Do it. I want to keep eating you.”

You knelt up as he shifted down a little. You moved up and stopped. You lifted your dress up and looked down at Levi to see his eyes were bright with desire. “Levi.”

He moaned. “This is incredible. Your thigh highs are squeezing your thick thighs, you have no underwear on, you’re dripping wet for me and you love me like I love you.”

You smiled softly. “I do. I love you.”

He pushed his hands up to your bum and squeezed. “I love you so much.”

You leaned down and stuck your bum up in the air and kissed him. “You’re a wonderful man whom I adore.”

“Can you sit on me now?”

You giggled. “Okay.”

He blushed a little as he played with the tops of your thigh highs. “Only if you want to.”

You moved a little closer. “I do.”

You sat down on Levi and shivered as Levi moaned against your slit. He gripped your thighs hard as he lapped at you. He moaned as you coated his tongue in his honey. He closed his eyes as your dress hid his face. He fought his demon side as much as possible, but it was hard when you tasted so good. His tongue grew into his forked one as it buried deep inside you. He moved it within you and enjoyed your high-pitched moans.

You placed your hands on Levi’s and road his face. You leaned your head back and moaned in delight. You smiled as you shivered at the tingling bliss burning through you. You closed your eyes and moaned at the Godly paintings above you. You shook as your coil tightened hard. You gripped Levi’s hands hard as you fought the urge to cum. You wanted to last as long as possible. You wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible.

You opened your eyes and tried to pull back as his tongue moved to your clit. “A-Ah! Mm, Levi.” You squeaked as he yanked you back, his fingers digging deep into your skin. Your thighs began shaking as the pleasure became intense. “Oh, Gods.” You raised up but he tugged you back down onto his face and sucked on your clit harder. “Ah, ah, mm, fuck.”

Levi ran his hands to your plump behind and spread your apart a little before releasing them. He repeated the pull and release making a shiver run up your spine and tingle in your head. He smiled against you as your slapped your hands around as you tried to hold onto something, anything at all. You shook and screamed in pleasure as you let go. Your coil snapped as euphoria took control of your body.

Levi pulled back and felt you collapse. He sat up quickly and caught you in time. He eyed you with your hooded eyes as you panted. He called your name as he smiled. “My darling.”

You panted and hummed in his arms. “Magic tongue.”

Levi pulled you into his arms and kissed you. He pushed his fingers into your hair as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back and hummed. “You are delicious.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and tapped your forehead against Levi’s. “I’ve not cummed that hard before by another man, it’s incredible.” You hugged Levi tightly and whined. “You’re wonderful.”

Levi hummed a laugh as he rubbed your back. “I did it because you are addictive and you taste so good.” He smiled and kissed the side of your head. “You’re an incredible delicacy and I want to keep having you as often as possible.” He pushed his fingers into your hair and pulled your head back. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and smiled at you. “I love you so much.”

You purred at Levi and nipped Levi’s neck. “If only that celibacy rule was not true.”

He tapped his forehead against yours. “You little sinner.”

You giggled. “I know you want it too.”

“I would never.”

You moved your hand over his crotch. “So, this isn’t an erection?”

He gulped hard. “I ah.”

You pulled back from Levi. “Wow, It’s so thick.”

Levi pulled your hand off him as panic filled him about his demon penis. “I know you want to touch me, but you can’t.”

You gazed at him. “Is it me?”

He gasped. “No! No, not at all, well kind of.” He laughed a little. “If you touch me or such my dick, I will not be able to hold back and I’ll want to fuck you hard against this altar.”

You flushed bright red and felt your body burn, along with your pussy tingle with need. “F-Fuck.”

He growled as his desires consumed him. He shoved you against the altar and growled. “I want to bury my cock deep into your pussy and pour my seed into you. I want to fill you to the brim and keep filling you until you lose your voice from screaming my name in ecstasy too much.”

You panted as you gazed up at Levi. “Levi.”

He thrust against you and leaned on his forearms on either side of your head. “I want to get so deep inside you. Make your moans echo off my temple walls.” He panted as he rubbed himself against you. “Call me God.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair as you moved your hips against him. “Levi.” You gripped and tugged at his black shirt. “You feel so good.” You clenched your toes. “Ah!”

He panted and growled at you. He moved harder and faster against you. “I want you to cum. I want to see you break and embrace your orgasm. Sin with me.”

You kissed Levi’s roughly and you moaned in delight. You hummed in pleasure as Levi’s long tongue pushed into your mouth. You shivered as you felt your coil tighten up quickly as Levi’s trousers rubbed against your clit. You shivered as you felt his hard erection, but his trousers and boxers kept you both apart. You both desired to be one with each other, but his rule kept that from happening.

Levi nipped and bit your neck as his pleasure consumed him. His black horns slowly grew from his head and curled back like a crown. His fingers turned into claws as black ran down his fingers and partway down his hand. His canines became sharper. His ears were slightly pointed. Black patterns ran up from his pelvis and wrapped his body in beautiful patterns. Black wings burst from his back as he let his demon side out.

You leaned your head back and cried out in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through your body. You shivered and whimpered. “Levi! Gods!”

Levi gripped the edge of the altar hard and moaned your name as he came hard in his boxers. He shivered in delight as his skin tingled. He panted as he felt so full by you feeding him with the sin of being together. He leaned up and panted as he looked down at you. He licked his lips with his forked tongue and moaned in delight.

Levi gulped and smiled. “You are divine. What a sinful pair we are.”

You lifted your head and opened your eyes as you giggled. “We are.” You looked at Levi to see black eyeliner around his eyes, his pupils as slits black on his neck, and black horns with stunning decorations and carvings that had grown up and curved a little. “Levi?”

He smiled and lightly touched your cheek as he said your name. “My love.” He looked at his hand to see he’d turned. He flew back from you and skidded on his heels. “No. No, no, no, no, no! This wasn’t meant to happen like this!” He put his head in his hands. “I’m a monster. A liar. A freak. A demon!”

You sat up on the altar as you gazed at Levi. “Levi?”

Levi dropped to his knees and wrapped his wings around his body. “I’m a demon. I came here to feed on people’s sins and to get away from the demon world. I had no happiness there. I came here and met you and you were my everything. I fell so deeply in love with you. I should have told you sooner, I’m so sorry. I’m so damn sorry.”

You slipped off the altar and walked over to Levi. You knelt down and pulled his wings open allowing you to see black tears running down his cheeks. You reached over and wiped his tears away. “I love you, Levi. I love you for everything you are. It’s a shock that you’re a demon, but I’m not mad or anything. You didn’t tell me because…well…you’re a demon and I’m a human. I mean, I might have thought you were joking. I don’t believe in the Gods and…fuuuuck.” You gasped. “They’re real!?”

Levi chuckled. “Yeah.”

You patted your cheeks. “Wow…”

He sniffed. “So, you don’t mind I’m a demon?”

You shook your head. “Fuck no. I love you so much. You’re my everything.” You slid closer and sat between his legs. You cupped his face and smiled. “You are so incredibly beautiful. I love you.” You kissed him and smiled against his lips. “Does this mean our relationship isn’t sinful!?”

He nodded. “Yes. Oh, but my umm…my dick is different…”

You looked down at his crotch. “Different how?”

He gulped hard. “It has a slightly pointed tip, it’s hot and there are bumps running down the top, underside and both sides.”

You drooled at the thought. “Oh, that sounds incredible. I want to taste it and ride it!”

Levi stopped you. “Darling, I’m happy I don’t scare you and my dick is appealing to you, but we still can’t do anything.”

You pouted. “Why?”

He let out a long sigh. “Demons are super fertile, so I need to get you a special necklace to stop my seed.”

You blushed hard. “I understand.” Your eyes searched Levi’s. “You look so beautiful.”

Levi stood up and pulled you to your feet. “Really?”

You shivered at seeing a demon in priest clothes. “Holy…wow.”

His wings ruffled a little. “Thank you.”

You cupped his face. “Levi, you’re not a liar or a freak, okay? You’re wonderful. I wouldn’t change you for anything in the world.” You nuzzled your nose against his making his wings ruffle. “You should change though.”

Levi went white. “What?”

You pointed to his trousers. “Didn’t you cum in them?”

Levi blushed hard. “I did…”

You giggled. “Let’s go home.”

He yanked you close to his body and clicked his fingers making black smoke surround you before dissipating and revealing his home. “I’ll be right back.”

You blinked a few times when you saw a tail with a pointed end. “Tail?”

You ran after Levi and stopped as he stripped in his bathroom to see him making his wings go allowing him to strip. You drooled at seeing his muscular body with black lines running over his skin making them look like tattoos. His black tail grew from the top of his bum and flicked as he got the shower ready.

He turned and noticed you staring at him. “Sinner.”

You pouted. “I can’t help it! I’ve just found out my priest boyfriend is really a demon who is full of sin!”

He smiled a little. “So much sin.”

You sat on the toilet and watched him shower. “So, you’ve been feeding on this town’s sinful ways all this time?”

He rinsed his hair and sighed. “That’s right.”

You watched him rake his hair back between his horns. “You’re a genius.”

“Thanks.”

You sat back and hummed in thought. “So, did you plan on telling me you’re a demon?”

He walked out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. “Yes. My plan was for us to run off together and for me to tell you who I am. Which means dropping the whole priest thing.”

You hummed at the idea. “Cute, romantic, I like it. Where we going?”

“Demon world. You know our first date?”

You nodded as the memory of the wonderful picnic came to mind. “How can I forget?”

He walked up to you. “That was in the demon world.”

You gasped. “Oh! Oh, wow. It’s very beautiful.”

He kissed you and hummed. “We’ll be happy there.”

You patted your cheeks and smiled. “Yeah…but instead, you revealed your true form because you couldn’t resist your girlfriend and ended up grinding against her on an altar and nutting in your pants.”

Levi blushed hard. “Momentary weakness.”

You grinned. “I’m beginning to wonder who the real demon is here.”

He grabbed your cheeks and squeeze. “Tch, brat.”

You laughed. “Admit it. A human is more tempting than a demon.”

He released you and let out a long sigh, you had him beat. “You’re right. I thought I was the one to tempt seeing as I’m a demon, but instead, you tempted me.”

You smirked a little. “Awesome.”

He kissed you and growled. “Such a little shit sometimes.”

“It’s why you love me, right?”

“One of the many reasons, yes.” He stood up and folded his arms making his pecs bulge. “So, me being a demon doesn’t bother you?”

You felt yourself drooling at his plump pecs, his demon tail flicking, his slit eyes, the black patterns, the claw-like hands, the decorated horns and the pointed ears. “Ooooh, fuck I’m gonna sin so bad.”

Levi clicked his fingers in front of your face. “Oi, focus.”

You shook your head. “Sorry!” You cleared your throat. “You are and always will be the man I love.” You frowned a little. “Should I say demon?”

Levi said your name. “Love.”

You laughed. “Sorry. Umm, anyway. I love all of you. Like I said, this is a shock to me. I mean, all the problems with us being a couple are suddenly gone and it’s like…okay?” You giggled as you felt your heart flutter. “No more of the guilt and those worries.” You sighed as the tension left you. “It’s perfect.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “I’m glad, I really am.”

Levi sat in the confessional listening to countless people confess their sins, but his mind was stuck on you. He kept thinking about your moans, how you tasted, and how hot your pussy was as he pushed his fingers within you. He wanted to see you so badly, but he had a job to do.

Ever since revealing who he was by accident, he had been on you as often as possible. He loved eating you out and had you cumming every single day. He’d start his day by kissing you passionately before going down on you and making you cum hard a few times. He’d tuck you back into bed and give you little kisses before going to work. You’d turn up about an hour later and work on painting. When lunch came around, he had you lying across his desk or on his sofa biting down on something as you orgasm. When it came to getting home, he wanted you even more, but it’d be a gentle one.

You’d both been very loving for a week, but you’d both agreed yesterday to put the oral stuff on hold so you could rest. He was getting a bit antsy on day two, but he was resisting. He relaxed his mind and body as he tried to zone back in on the people confessing their sins, but he was distracted. When he wasn’t thinking about your body, he was wondering when he’ll get the chance to go to the demon world and get the necklace to protect you during sex. He also wondered when he was going to leave the human world with you. The last thing was when he was going to turn you.

Levi inhaled when your scent filled the booth. He looked through the lattice and saw you open the door before slamming it shut. He purred your name. “Welcome. It’s been a while since your last confession.”

You hummed a laugh at Levi’s playful tone. “I have so much to confess, father.”

“I’m all ears.”

You shuffled closer and whispered to him. “Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

He felt his cock twitch in delight. “Confess your sins.”

You turned to face him and smiled. You moaned a little. “There’s this priest.”

He growled. “Is there now?”

You nodded. “And I’m afraid my thoughts of him aren’t pure.”

He gulped hard as he was hooked on your every word. “Tell me about your thoughts.”

You tapped your forehead against the lattice as you panted. “I think about his hands on my body.” You touched your lips in front of Levi’s eyes. “His tongue and his lips. I want him to kiss and lick every inch of me.”

He moaned at the thought. “What else?”

You purred at Levi. “I thought about his head between my legs. I squeeze his head between my thighs as he sucks my clit.”

Levi shivered at the thought, the memory of your taste tingling on his tongue. “Such sins.”

You nodded as you shifted. “I think about his big fat cock inside me pumping away and reaching so deep inside me.” You ghosted your hand against your crotch making you shiver. “I want him so deep. I want him you thrust in and out of me as he makes me cum around his beautiful cock over and over.” You moaned at your touch. “I want him to cum inside me and fill me with his hot seed.”

Levi growled as his erection strained against his trousers. “Such naughty sins.”

You whimpered. “What shall I do to repent?”

He undid his belt buckle and zipped his trousers down. “I know just what you should do.” He pulled his twitching hot demon cock out and fished a tissue out of his pocket for his cum. “I want you to cup your pussy for me. No skin on skin, just your hand against your underwear. Can you do that?”

You slipped your hand inside your dungarees and cupped yourself. “Yes, father Levi.”

He moved his hand slowly up and down on his cock. He grunted at his touch. “Look at me.”

You looked over and almost saw his dick. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

You moaned. “Yes, Levi.”

He smiled. “Focus.”

You pouted at him. “Yes, father Levi.”

He swiped his thumb over his tip. “Move your hand up and down a little. Imagine it’s my hand touching you softly to remind you just whom your pussy belongs to.”

You softly moaned at your touch. “It’s yours.”

“Good girl.” He gulped hard as the booth filled with your scent. “Now push your hand in and rub yourself a little as if it was the tip of my cock against you.”

You closed your eyes and teased yourself with your fingers as you thought about Levi’s tip rubbing against you. “Yes. Mm, you feel so good.”

“Push two fingers in slowly. It’s my cock slowly entering you nice a deep.”

You pushed your fingers into your hot and wet pussy. You moaned at the touch and contact. “Oh, Levi. Your cock is so warm and big.”

He grunted as he moved his hand a little on his shaft. “Hold it for a moment. My cock wants to feel how warm you are for me.”

You shivered as your toes squeezed a little in desperation. “It’s all for you.”

“Drag my cock out nice and slow” he watched you closer “then I plunge deep back into you.”

You copied his words and moaned. “Yes. Ah, so g-good.”

“I don’t forget about your clit though. I use my fingers on you.”

You moved your other hand down and rolled your clit against your fingers. “Mm! Levi.”

He pumped his cock a little faster and began panting. “I move my cock in and out of you, my hips slapping against your thighs and pussy. I’m dragging in and out of you, your pussy keeps pulling me back inside you.”

You clenched your fingers. “I need you to stay inside me. This is your pussy, your cock belongs there.”

He moaned your name. “Yes. I belong deep inside your tight hot pussy. I’ll pump my dick into you nice and fast as my fingers move a little faster. I’m hungry for your orgasm.”

You slid down in the seat a little and thrust your hips to your fingers. “Oh, Levi. Your cock feels so good.” You turned your head and bit the strap of your dungarees and muffled your moan. “I’m gonna cum around your cock.”

“That’s it, good girl. Use my dick. Cum hard on it.” He grabbed his tissues ready for his cum. “You want my cum too? You want me to cum deep inside you?”

You shivered as you nodded. “Yes. Fill me with your demon seed. Breed my human pussy.”

“I’m going to stuff you full of my demon seed. I’m going to drown your womb in it.” He bucked hard against his hand. “Cum for me.”

You bit your strap hard as you moaned at your coil snapping and your burning orgasm rushing through you. “Levi.” You bucked against your hand as your fingers kept moving on your clit. “Mm.”

Levi grunted. “Ah. Do you feel that?”

You shivered and moaned. “I can. There’s so much and it’s so deep.”

Levi moaned. “Good girl. Now give me your honey.”

You pulled your fingers from your pussy and stuck them through the lattice. “Here, some honey.”

Levi’s forked tongue wrapped and glided over your fingers. He clamped the tissues over his tip as he sucked on your fingers. He moaned as he came hard from tasting you. He panted through his nose and hummed. He pulled back and lapped at your fingers. “Thank you for the meal.”

You fixed your clothes. “No, thank you.”

Levi looked at the soiled tissue. “Tch, damn it.”

“I’ll take it and bin it. I’ll knock on the door, just hand it over.”

“Yes.” He panted a little. “You learned your lesson, sinner?”

You giggled. “Oh, I sure did. I’ll be sure to come back again with more confessions.” You nibbled your lip and eyed him. “Maybe next time I get the real thing.”

Levi growled at you. “Depends on your sin.”

You winked at him and slipped out of the booth. You knocked on the door and took the tissues as he tucked himself away and turned back into a human. You hummed a laugh and skipped to the bin to get rid of Levi’s tissues. You washed up in the bathroom and started painting and thought about how sinful you and Levi must have been. You were thinking maybe what you did was a better sin meal than what the town has given him.

You shivered when you heard him approach you once the temple was empty. “Hey.”

Levi hugged you tightly. “That was…wow…”

You hugged him back. “Amazing, right?”

“You are so naughty.”

You played with his hair. “I know.” You kissed him and pulled back. “Was that the best meal you’ve ever had?”

He looked at your hopeful gaze. “Yes. That was so sinful, I’m full for a very long time.” He purred at you. “Naughty thing.”

You giggled. “Thank you.”

He held your hips and kissed you. “How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful. I enjoyed that a lot and it’s wonderful you went with it.” You blushed. “I know I sprang it on you, but it was the best.” You nibbled your lip as you gazed at him. “I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

[hanayumi]

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬

— matsuno chifuyu x fem!reader (nsfw) 🔞

fluff!!! happy birthday weeks in advance <3 ily fuyu

There’s a tiny nibble on your ear.

His arm coils around your waist like a child whose toy is being snatched, as if pleading you not to go. You don’t. Not even hail the size of asteroids can pry you from his arms in this moment.

“Just getting comfy,” you reassure, laughing lightly. The little grunt you hear tells you that he’s just about halfway into dreamland… and intends to take you with him. You chase the warmth, chase his touch; lying on your side and pressing your ear beneath Chifuyu’s jaw to the crook of his neck, you listen for the gentle thud of his pulse, admiring the frayed threads of his sweater. You wonder if he’ll let you borrow it later. He’s always so warm… even when it’s winter.

You reach forward, craving the warmth you know radiates from the palm of his hand. His hands are big — like you could hold one with both hands and still be warm. Or maybe it’s him. In winters you like to shove your fists in his coat pockets because they bested even the thickest mittens in your possession (Is that so? he teased, and yes it is, you replied, wringing your hands with his).

“A human furnace,” you mumble, a sleepy smile on your face.

“What?”

You can hear him arch an eyebrow, face scrunched up despite his eyes still glued shut.

“What?” you echo, nuzzling your face affectionately into the collar of his wooly sweater, wrapping an arm around the softness of the material. It smells like vanilla and the hot chocolate he made earlier (before you both decided the snow was a little too heavy for a morning stroll). The confused little noise he makes rumbles in his chest and makes you giggle again. “Stay like this,” you say, letting the heat engulf you, inch by inch. Like being doused in a gentle flame.

There’s a slight shuffle as he settles further into the plush couch, taking you into his arms. “Of course,” he whispers, fingers threaded in your hair. Snow envelopes the town beyond the window, fogged over with winter frost. It must be freezing outside. Beyond the protective layer of your shared blanket there’s a persistent chill nipping at your ankles, albeit they are entangled with his. Socks were always an option but you could never turn down any opportunity to feel his skin against yours. And it’s strange, you think — with him like this, huddled in his arms like this, your chest blooms with enough warmth to keep you cozy for the rest of the season.

You take Chifuyu’s hand and give in to the desire to rub it against your cheek, feeling for his pulse once again. Warm. Of course. “Love you,” he says softly into the silence, apparently fully awake now, as if testing out the words on his tongue. When he talks like this, voice so roughed up with sleep yet so blatantly intimate, it sends a pleasant buzz singing in your blood. You know he’s looking at you but you close your eyes and pretend not to notice, muttering back a ‘love you too’ as his thumb caresses your cheek. It’s good to savour this feeling, you think.

“Cold?” You shake your head lightly. “You sure?” His lips move to your ear, nuzzling playfully. “Your fingers feel ice cold.”

“I know. Fix it.” You can’t help but grin into his touch. It kinda tickles but makes you feel fuzzy at the same time.

“Ah, I know how,” he plays along, taking your hand and placing it on the back of his neck. You fight a yawn, eyes fluttering open. Hm?

Locks of your hair are brushed to the side. Before you know it, a pair of lips settle onto your throat, pinching and then suckling until they leave a tiny red mark. You smile knowingly. Well, that’s one way to make you wear his turtlenecks.

“Nooooo. ‘m sleepy.” You feign a wince when he sucks particularly hard, fingers playing with the short strands of hair on the back of his neck, but to your dismay he’s not the slightest bit ticklish. Purrs in content, even. He licks over the shape of the newly left hickey, as if putting finishing touches to his handiwork. When he’s satisfied, he lines kisses along your jaw until you whine at him.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm.” Your eyes close again. You picture him puffing out his cheeks in mock disappointment.

“Then…” he trails, mischievous on purpose, fingers tip-toeing to where the hem of your sleep shirt ends, brushing over your inner thigh. Your lips part in a muted gasp. “Can I touch you?”

Warm breath brushes against your collarbone. The blanket is in the way so he tugs it off of you. “Promise it’s just for a little while. It’s cold, isn’t it? Let me make you feel good.”

“Well, that’s just being unfair,” you say, cracking an eye open, letting him kick off the blanket. You’ll have to pinch his cheeks for that later. “You know I can’t refuse when you talk like that.”

“Hah?” he exclaims under his breath, a daring smirk curling on his lips. “Like what?”

“Just like—ah—”

Chifuyu’s arm snakes under your thigh, yanking it upwards so the thin garment bunches at your hip, exposing your underwear for him. Your face heats up in embarrassment, a chill shooting up your spine as cool air brushes against your bare skin. “Hey!”

“My girlfriend’s a cutie, isn’t she?” he sings, tracing the outline of your slit through your panties with a fingertip. His voice drags teasingly, cooing at the whimper that you fail to stifle. (Way too smug!)

“Soft and cute and knows just how to fucking turn me on.” A forceful nudge against your clit sends you keening; a squeeze to the swell of your breast and he’s chuckling.

“Got me this addicted to her, and yet—”

He pinches your bud through the thin cotton, while his finger applies pressure on your sensitive pearl. A jolt of pleasure sends your thighs tensing, your mouth dropping open in a meek cry.

“Still so shy. Aren’t you?” He releases his grip, index finger dipping under the fabric, prodding against the little hole that leaks with your arousal. Your hips raise on instinct, body switching to autopilot as a weak denial spills from your lips. Chasing his touch, again — his warmth can come in many different forms, it seems. Gathering up your slick, rubbing your nipple between his fingers, and drawing some more kittenish mewls from you, he circles your puckering entrance before slipping a finger in, starting a slow and meticulous pace.

“Ah… hngh— ‘fuyu…”

Your toes curl as he brushes against your g-spot, feeling your walls suck him in deeper and deeper. He loves to indulge in this little pleasure. You let him manoeuvre your thighs further apart, head lolling to the side, breathing in vanilla tinged with chocolate and soft heat. One finger, and then two — “You’re taking it so well, (Name). Were you waiting for me to play with your greedy pussy?”

No! You weren’t! You’re so needy it’s cute, you want to say, but anything beyond breathless gasps is hard to muster when he keeps rubbing against the spongy spot that has your vision fading to inky black. His fingers twist and scissor inside you, as if reaching for the tiny opening of your womb; only to pull back, the pads of his fingers deliberately dragging against every inch of your pussy, making the room echo with soft squelches. It’s cold, yes — but everywhere he touches is warm.

A knot tightens in your gut, thrust after thrust, a familiar feeling that has you bucking your hips higher as if strung along by an uncontrollable sensation. He lets you cling to him, building up your orgasm with practiced ease, with a thumb rubbing on your clit. Higher and higher, abusing the fleshy bundle of nerves, and you can feel yourself crumbling apart by the second —

“A-ah… go slower, won’t you.” Your fingers curl around his wrist, tugging without much force. He chuckles, fingers pulling out almost entirely so he can make a show of your juices clinging to the soaked digits — evidence of his unwarranted teasing — before matching each languid thrust of his fingers with the roll of your hips. You sigh in pleasure, voicing your contentment. It feels good, like you could ride out this pleasant feeling for ages and still it wouldn’t get old. The kind of pleasure that you derive more from the chase than the reward. Perhaps, he always knows just how to make you click. You realise you like it that way.

Your eyes fall half-lidded — this is it, you think — stifling a scream as you hit the peak of euphoria. You throw your head back, every bone going rigid, falling over the edge in hazy bliss in tandem with his fingers inside your womb. And when you fall he’s right there to catch you, whispering praises of how your blissed-out state only makes him want to ruin you more. He holds you tight as you come down from your high, step by step, one hand cushioning your jaw and rubbing small circles into your chin, the other still petting softly on your button. Ah…

“So? What do you think? Felt good, right?”

“No,” you bite back a grin. Your chest heaves and sweat glistens on your forehead, already feeling cool even as your boyfriend radiates heat. Perhaps, he’ll let you off with a lazy blowjob so you can catch more sleep before the afternoon arrives. Then he’ll learn his lesson not to play with you when it’s so damn early in the morning.

“Kiss me then,” he frowns, and this is the one thing you can’t refuse. Your tongues rub against each other, feeling for intimacy, for something — maybe, you wonder, if you keep this up all that warmth stored in his body might transfer to you. But even if it doesn’t, you know. Warmth and heat alike is easy to come by, but Chifuyu’s love is priceless. Nothing could ever replace him. You throw your leg over his waist as the kiss deepens, pressing your wet slit against the hardness in his boxers. Again and again, he gets his way — perhaps it was written in his blood to please you and in yours to obey him.

When you pull away, gasping for air, he refuses to let you go. His fingertips trace the outline of your shoulder blades, dipping into the small of your back down to your hips, as if driving every line and curve into his brain, again and again; his mind wanders when he looks at you, your gentle smile and soulful eyes — will things stay like this forever?

The giggle that bursts forth when he brushes over your weak spot tells him yes.