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[rainforestakiie]

Vacation Away Part 02

hello. this is the second part for @inubaki! of their request!

'Adam and Lucifer get the same idea to take a break on earth. Adam in heaven and Lucifer in hell, both take on human form and embark to earth only to stumble in to one another. Whether or not Lucifer catches onto who Adam’s first is up to you while Adam remains clueless or in denial. They spend the weekend together and basically just begin falling in love without labels or restraint. But they are on a time limit.'

i really hope you like it inubaki! i am working super hard on it! i think there might acturally be one more part or so! i hope anyway!

please let me know if you like it or not!

Vacation Away (Adam/Lucifer goes on vacation on Earth) = Part 01. Part 02.

At the break of dawn, Lucifer sensed it. He had desperately hoped Charlie was jesting, but the truth was undeniable. Sleep had eluded him after she departed, but then again, Lucifer rarely succumbed to slumber. His mind was a relentless whirlwind, always racing, refusing to be stilled. Rather than cocooning himself in his luxurious quilts and pillows, he had perched atop his four-poster bed, awaiting the inevitable.

Despite his reluctance, a flicker of excitement fluttered within him. He couldn't suppress the surge of wonder that welled up. As the first light of dawn broke, he felt it.

His skin tingled. His fingers twitched, and a long-forgotten hum resonated from the nape of his neck, creeping up to his ears, blurring his vision. Lucifer inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, and straightened, feeling his body lift from the bed. Smoky red magic coiled around him, his personal sigil glowing beneath his boot-clad hooves.

The air around him crackled and snapped like an egg's brittle shell. A haunting groan pierced his ears, and the atmosphere within the mansion shifted dramatically. Darkness swirled from all directions, and the sensation of being crushed, chewed, and then expelled clawed at him.

Lucifer's arms arched, his horns protruding from his head, while six majestic wings unfurled from his sides. His long, arrow-tipped tail lashed about behind him. A deep rumble emanated from his throat, and his fiery snake-like eyes flickered open. He was no longer in his dank, cold chamber within the desolate mansion.

He found himself in a quaint room adorned with sunflower wallpaper. The warm glow of the lamps highlighted the white ceiling, and the reddish-brown oak floors contrasted with a mustard yellow carpet. It was charming, yet utterly incongruous with the ritual altar beneath him. Six lit candles surrounded a bright-red painted pentagram directly below his hooves.

Lucifer's eyebrows raised as he surveyed his surroundings. Family photos adorned the walls, and flowers, numerous flowers in vases, filled the space. Bookshelves lined the room, exuding the essence of a cosy family home.

His gaze settled on the lone human before him. She was much older than he had anticipated, wrinkled and raisin-like. Small and hunched, she barely stood, relying on a sturdy walking stick for support.

Lucifer regarded her thoughtfully. Part of him wanted to believe the human seemed too...sweet to be entangled in demonic magic. Clad in a flowery oversized cardigan, long skirt, and a handkerchief, she appeared harmless. But Lucifer knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Humans were rarely as innocent as they seemed; they were corrupt, sick, and twisted. The old lady might look benign, but she wasn't. He could already smell the malevolence.

His stomach churned with revulsion. He harboured a deep-seated disdain for humanity. He detested scrutinising the fruits born of his actions too closely...

At first, they simply stared at one another. The little old woman, wrinkled and ancient, didn't utter a single word as she continued to gaze up at him. Lucifer hovered above her, his six wings awkwardly swaying up and down.

Lucifer waited and waited, and when it seemed she wasn't about to speak, he parted his lips. Only to find himself at a loss for words. How was he supposed to speak to humans again? It had been so long since he was summoned... he'd forgotten the intricacies of it.

There was supposed to be a contract between them, wasn't there? A give-and-take system. Retrieve and send. What had Charlie said again? She was doing this as a 'favor' to Bami. She was already in a contract with the radio demon and probably gained freedom by doing this. Which was insane to Lucifer, he couldn't see that grinning fool losing any soul, especially to help him, the King of Hell.

"I thought you'd be taller," the woman suddenly said.

Lucifer spluttered in surprise. Of all the things he suspected a human would say upon meeting the devil himself, that was the last thing he expected.

"Or less..." the little old lady began thoughtfully, "feminine."

Finally, Lucifer grunted. He curled his wings in, his horns dissolving back into his head, and landed on his feet before the woman. His lips twitched as he found himself practically looming over her. Ha! Finally! Someone shorter than him!

"That's rude," he grumbled dryly. "You should really watch your tone. I am the King of Hell, the—"

"The Devil, fallen angel, yes I know," she hummed, beginning to wobble around him. The old lady started blowing out the candles and gathering them up.

Lucifer watched her, feeling rather insulted. He had never been...so, what's the word? Disregarded? Rejected? Disappointed? Lucifer frowned deeply. The last time he was summoned, the silly humans had tripped over themselves trying to please him, offering anything they could. This little old lady was practically ignoring him as she cleaned up the summoning ritual altar. It left Lucifer standing awkwardly behind her, fidgeting with his claws and hooves. He felt rather put out, like a naughty child who had just been scolded.

How mortifying.

"If you are going to stand there like that, you can help me clean up the blood," the woman said, gesturing towards the mop beside him. "I had to sacrifice my finest goat for you. It was such a hassle."

Lucifer opened and then shut his mouth. He wanted to unleash his power, make the old raisin woman cower before him, but he didn't. His eyes flickered to the green mop and then back to the blood staining the wooden panels. It did look messy... humans generally do go through a lot to summon him.

"I could just snap my fingers and have it cleaned," he said, almost sulkily.

The woman scoffed. "Hard labour is good for the mind."

Once again, the devil wanted to snap in return. He had never been so disrespected by a living human before. The sinners, while displeased with him and how he had treated his role, were still fearful of him. But Lucifer found himself obeying anyway! Why he was doing what she wanted was beyond him, but he decided it was because he had nothing better to do.

His claws wrapped around the pole of the mop, and awkwardly, he began to wipe up the blood. He was supposed to be here for a break, for a vacation, not hard labour work. 

"What?" Lucifer exclaimed, noticing the woman watching him with a snort. "What, what am I doing wrong?"

The old, hunched woman made a sound from the back of her throat. "You’ve never done a day of work in your life, have you? I can tell."

Lucifer's eyes widened as he looked at his hands, then the mop, and back at the woman. His face contorted with frustration, confusion, and a hint of reflection. But just as his temper was about to boil over, he reined it in, settling for a scowl instead.

"My name is Dorothy," the old woman said once the room was cleaned up. "This is my inn, and you are a guest here. I won’t tolerate any shenanigans."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Do you know who I am? Seriously?"

"Of course I do. I’m not that naïve," she replied with a laugh. "Do you think I should be afraid of you? I’m nearing the end of my life. I’m probably going to Hell anyway, so what’s the worst that could happen?"

"I am the King of Hell," Lucifer said, staring down at the woman. "And since you’re in a contract with Bambi, you’re heading straight to my domain. I could make your afterlife ten times worse."

Dorothy shrugged. "You won’t be able to."

"What?" Lucifer asked, bewildered.

"My end of the bargain to summon you to Earth," she explained nonchalantly. "The demon holding my soul has agreed to take me once I become a ‘Sinner.’ I’m tired of life. I’ve lived long enough, and when it ends, I want that to be the end."

Lucifer stared in disbelief. So that was it? Alastor had agreed to end her life when she was reanimated as a Sinner? It was strange.

"Anyway, if you’re going to stay up here for a week, we need to draw up a contract," Dorothy said with an air of familiarity. It was a bit bewildering how she spoke, as if she had negotiated thousands of contracts before, which she probably had. "Contracts are about give and take. Your side of the deal will be to stay here."

Lucifer snorted and crossed his arms tightly over his chest. His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "I invented contracts. I know how they work. You don’t need to explain my own creation to me."

"Well, I wasn’t sure you did," Dorothy replied with a shrug. "You had this clueless expression on your face. Can’t blame a girl for assuming."

"You have some nerve to keep insulting me," Lucifer muttered darkly.

Dorothy laughed. "Nerve? My, you must be half blind too. I’m a woman, darling. I don’t have balls."

"I know that!" Lucifer snapped, his face flushing. "I just meant—never mind! Let’s get this over with. Clearly, you know better than I do!"

"Clearly I do," Dorothy said with a smirk. "My side of the contract is allowing you to stay on Earth for the week. Your side is simple. You will work for me at my florist. Only in the mornings, of course. I understand this is supposed to be a... vacation for the devil himself."

She laughed at the absurdity of it. "The devil himself needing a vacation—who would have thought?"

"Not that it’s any of your business, but I have my own problems to deal with," he hissed, his posture bristling like a cornered animal.

"Relax," Dorothy waved a dismissive hand. "We all have our secrets. Some are best kept buried, right?"

Lucifer puffed his cheeks out in frustration. "So, a florist?"

"That’s right," Dorothy confirmed. "I run a family-owned florist. My daughter usually helps out, but she’s a bit busy this week, so I need an extra pair of hands. I’m sure it won’t be too difficult for you, your Majesty," she said slyly, extending her wrinkled hand. "Do we have a deal?"

With a resigned sigh, Lucifer rolled his eyes and extended his clawed hand. He grasped hers, shaking it as golden light shimmered around their hands. Golden chains looped around their wrists, locking the contract into place until the end of the week, when Lucifer would return to Hell.

He supposed anything was better than Hell.

"Excellent!" Dorothy chimed brightly. "Let me show you to your room."

At least he had his own room…

“I would suggest altering your appearance. You definitely don’t look natural. Others will notice.” 

The moment he was left alone in the room that would be his for the week, Lucifer dropped onto the edge of the bed. His head fell into his claws, and his top hat tumbled onto the bed next to him. He couldn't believe what he was doing. A vacation? A break? What was Charlie even thinking?

This was a bad idea. A terrible idea. Heaven was more aggressive than ever before. Michael was involved now, when he hadn't been in the past. God knows what his younger brother would do. Everything was wrong, everything was upside down, and Charlie was left to deal with it all. It was just one week, but a lot could happen in that one week.

Lucifer rubbed his face, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of his cheeks and eyes. He was tired, but he knew his brain would never allow him to settle enough to slumber. Lucifer tilted his head up, staring at the full-length mirror across from him. He shook off the alluring thoughts of having a mirror in such a position and stood up.

He stuck out on Earth. He looked too different from humans, didn't he? Dorothy was correct about that at least.

Inching towards the mirror, Lucifer leaned in close. His claws plucked at his shiny blonde hair, lightly twirling it around his claw. His face was cherry-shaped with bright red circles imprinted upon them, sharp teeth, and fiery eyes. Yeah. He definitely would stick out. He had no nose or ears. Too unhuman-like.

Closing his eyes, Lucifer snapped his fingers and felt his magic enclose around him. After a few seconds of his magic washing over his body, altering his form, Lucifer opened his eyes again to look upon himself.

He definitely looked different... more human-like.

His face was still cherry-shaped, with more human-like rosy cheeks and large sea-blue eyes. His hair was a strawberry blonde and appeared much more unkempt than the natural neat style he kept it in. Lucifer tilted his head, seeing a small curve of his fake nose and the ears poking out of the strawberry blonde curls. But most of all, his hands and feet were different. He had normal hands again, albeit fake, just a glamour hiding the monstrous claws he had. Lucifer's eyes trailed down to his boots, and with another snap of his fingers, his standard circus clothes vanished into a simple t-shirt and jeans. More human-like, he supposed, with sneakers instead of boots.

Lucifer kicked the sneakers off, raised a foot to touch it. It was a human foot. His magic had disguised his hoof into a foot.

He sighed deeply, the weight of his disguise pressing down on him. He looked back at the mirror, examining every detail of his new form. He was just a stranger now, a temporary guest in a quaint little inn. The King of Hell, reduced to this.

For a moment, he allowed himself to wonder what this week might bring. Perhaps it was a chance to escape, to breathe, to be something other than the ruler of damnation. He shook his head, dismissing the thought as quickly as it came.

With another deep breath, Lucifer turned away from the mirror. He had a role to play, and for now, he would play it. He stepped out of the room, ready to face whatever this strange human world had in store for him.

“I’ll call my Samuel. I doubt humans would take it well if I call myself Lucifer…”

~#~

“Samuel, this is Graham. You’ll be working together in the mornings.”

Lucifer felt stiff all morning, his weariness heavier than ever. He hadn’t slept as he expected and dragged himself to the florist. He knew he was basically running late, but who cared? What would Dorothy do? He snorted at the thought as he shuffled out of the inn. The florist wasn’t hard to find; it was directly across from the inn.

Where was he? The air was sweet, reminiscent of Eden.

Flowers were everywhere.

Soon enough, Lucifer found himself inside the florist, standing in the doorway to the workshop. He squinted, staring at Dorothy and the young man beside her. His eyebrows knitted together as he observed the man, watching him squirm under his gaze. It sent a thrill through Lucifer, something he hadn’t expected and had almost forgotten how it felt.

His lips curled into a wide smile as he stepped toward the man. Lucifer’s eyes roved up and down the man’s body, taking in his rich red hair, caramel amber eyes, and pale skin. The freckles across his face were delightful, and Lucifer had the urge to reach up and count them.

What had Dorothy said his name was again?

Ah. Graham.

Graham? Lucifer’s smile widened, becoming somewhat predatory as he eyed the man. He was lovely. He appeared rather delicious. Lucifer had the urge to strip him, just to see if he had freckles in other places.

Lucifer slid a delicate pale hand out. “It’s lovely to meet you, Graham. I hope we can get along.”

Graham. The name sounded odd on his tongue. Lucifer felt a shiver run up his spine. Graham? Graham. It wasn’t right. It was a fake name. His mind swirled as he stared into the man’s amber eyes.

Oh!

This wasn’t Graham.

Cute disguise, he almost said but swallowed it back down. Immediately he felt lighter, more relieved as he gazed upon the form of Adam. It was one-hundred percent Adam. There was no denying it. Lucifer recognized the soft curl of the lips pinched crookedly and the way his eyebrows twitched, all signs Lucifer had only ever seen in Adam.

Adam stared at the hand and quickly wrapped his own around Lucifer’s. If Lucifer had been unsure before, he was definitely sure now. A spark of electricity coursed through their skin at the contact. Lucifer’s eyes were unmoving as he stared into Adam’s, checking to see if he noticed the spark.

It was disappointing to see not even a wince.

“Nice to meet you too,” Adam mumbled quietly. “Um… Samuel.”

Lucifer’s lips formed a smirk. “I’m sure we’ll be spending a lot of time together.”

Lucifer's presence in the cosy, floral-scented workshop was both unsettling and exhilarating. The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the vibrant blooms and adding an almost ethereal quality to the scene. Despite the brightness, an undercurrent of tension thrummed in the air.

Dorothy, seemingly oblivious to the charged atmosphere, busied herself with arranging flowers, her movements precise and practised. She glanced up occasionally, her eyes sharp and knowing, but she said nothing. The old woman’s silence spoke volumes, leaving Lucifer to navigate this strange encounter on his own.

Adam shifted nervously under Lucifer’s intense gaze. The young man’s discomfort was obvious, yet there was a familiarity in his eyes that made Lucifer’s heart race. A sick satisfaction churned inside him upon seeing he could still arise the same reaction after so many years. He knew this soul, this presence. It was like a melody long forgotten, now playing softly in the background of his mind.

Lucifer's thoughts raced as he studied Adam. His disguise was nearly perfect, but Lucifer saw through it. The subtle nuances in his expressions, the way he held himself—it all screamed Adam.

The initial tension between them began to ease, replaced by a simmering curiosity. What was Adam doing here, in this quaint little florist shop, masquerading as someone else? And why had Dorothy involved him in this charade?

Lucifer’s mind was a whirlwind of questions, but he kept his composure. He couldn’t afford to reveal his hand too soon. Instead, he decided to play along, to see where this unexpected encounter would lead.

“Well, Graham,” Lucifer said, savouring the name on his tongue, “It looks like we’ll be working together. I hope you’re ready for an interesting week.”

Adam nodded, his eyes flickering with something that might have been recognition. “Yeah, I guess so. Just… don’t mess up the arrangements, okay?”

Lucifer chuckled, a low, melodious sound that seemed to fill the room. “Don’t worry. I’ve got a good eye for detail.”

As they began their tasks, Lucifer couldn’t help but steal glances at Adam, marvelling at the strange twist of fate that had brought them together. The week ahead promised to be anything but ordinary, and for the first time in a long while, Lucifer felt a spark of genuine anticipation.

The King of Hell, working in a florist shop, reconnecting with an old acquaintance under the guise of a simple human. The irony was delicious, and Lucifer intended to savour every moment of it.

For the first time in almost a century, Lucifer felt a bit better. 

~#~

Adam struggled to find the words to describe the feeling. He was undeniably uncomfortable. Working with Samuel was an overwhelming experience. The short, blonde man seemed to have his eyes glued to him, always watching, always staring. Even when they were supposed to be working together to create the bouquet, Samuel's intense gaze never wavered. Adam couldn't concentrate properly, and it was only his first shift volunteering. He didn't want to quit just because this guy was creeping him out, but Adam really wished Samuel would stop staring at him like that.

Suddenly, a gentle chime emanated from the small machine beside them, and Adam exhaled with relief as Samuel's intense blue eyes finally shifted to the device. A delicate, pale-pink piece of paper emerged, and Samuel plucked it with careful precision.

"Sunshine Happiness?" Samuel read aloud, his brows furrowing in perplexity. "An order for a Sunshine Happiness bouquet?"

"Oh, that's straightforward," Adam replied, his cheeks flushing crimson as Samuel's gaze returned to him. Adam took a deep breath, wiping his gloved hands on his apron and moving around the shorter blonde. "We need yellow tulips, orange gerbera daisies, and white lilies."

Like a loyal companion, Samuel followed closely. A shiver danced down Adam's spine as the strawberry-blonde man trailed behind him to the main florist area, bursting with a kaleidoscope of flowers. Adam couldn't help but find them breathtaking.

"What's wrong with your foot?" Samuel asked softly, his eyes lowered as he noticed Adam lightly dragging his left foot. "Did you hurt it?"

Surveying the blooms, Adam crouched by the bucket of yellow tulips. He lifted his right hand to pick one, but it slipped from his fingers. Adam grimaced and used his left hand instead.

"I had an accident," he said tersely. "It's personal."

"Oh." Samuel blinked slowly, his gaze now fixed on Adam's right hand. "What happened?"

Holding the tulip, Adam twirled it between his fingers and inhaled its sweet fragrance. Yes, these were the right ones. Carefully, he gathered more, cradling them in his left hand.

"I said it's personal," Adam grumbled. "Help me out. I can't use my right hand properly, so you'll need to carry the rest."

Samuel's face clouded with concern as he moved closer to Adam, bypassing the flower buckets. "What happened to your right hand?"

"Hold these," Adam instructed, thrusting the tulips into Samuel's arms. "Stop being nosy. We barely know each other."

Samuel seemed poised to protest, but Adam's raised eyebrow silenced him. With a shrug, Adam stepped around him and zeroed in on the bucket of orange gerbera daisies, moving to gather them too.

"Now we just need white lilies," he said, trying to steer the conversation away. "Each flower has a meaning. That's why it's called Sunshine Happiness. Yellow tulips signify cheerfulness and sunshine. Orange gerbera daisies represent happiness and friendship. White lilies symbolise purity and commitment."

Samuel continued to shadow Adam around the florist. "Is it nerve damage? How did it happen? Have you had it long?"

Adam's lips twitched in irritation. Samuel's persistent questions were grating on his nerves. He wanted to stomp away and shut himself off from the barrage of personal inquiries and that incessant stare.

"Ah, there are the white lilies," he breathed, eagerly moving to the bucket. The faster he gathered the flowers, the better. Adam's amber eyes flicked to the clock; it was nearly eleven, meaning he wouldn't have to endure Samuel's company much longer.

"You can't feel anything in your right hand?" Samuel continued to prattle. "How bad is it?"

"It's personal!" Adam snapped, standing with a few white lilies in his arm. He spun to face the shorter man, glaring down at him. "How many times do I have to say it's personal? Stop asking about it!"

Samuel's expression shifted oddly. Adam couldn't fathom what was wrong with him, but his curiosity was infuriating. Weren't people taught manners anymore?

"We hardly know each other, so back off." Adam sighed, running a hand down his face in frustration. "I'm sorry. It's just a very personal and sensitive issue for me, okay? I don't want to talk about it."

Blinking slowly, Samuel nodded, his head bowed. Adam felt a pang of guilt at Samuel's crestfallen expression, but he couldn't retract his words. His injury was a sore, private matter.

"Anyway, the Sunshine Happiness bouquet is meant to radiate joy and is perfect for celebrating happy occasions or brightening someone's day," Adam explained, turning sharply to return to the workstation. "It's our last bouquet for today. Let's hurry and finish it. I'm tired and just want to lie down."

Adam was indeed exhausted. He longed to lie down but also yearned to explore Lesse. He wanted to visit the Keukenhof Forest, the historic Ter Specko, and the Black Tulip Museum. He had plans, whether people believed him or not. There were places he wanted to see.

"Okay," Samuel mumbled quietly, sounding genuinely upset.

Adam sighed to himself.

~#~

Did he do that?

Lucifer swallowed thickly as he stared after Adam, watching him limp and drag his foot behind him. His chest ached, and his stomach churned. His lips pressed together, tilting downward with a small quiver. No matter what Lucifer did, he couldn't tear his eyes away from Adam's feet. Adam hadn't been limping before, had he? No, he definitely hadn't. Lucifer would have remembered. His heart pounded as he fiddled with the next bouquet order.  He'd been too pushy and Adam had snapped at him, Lucifer had tried to rein himself in. He knew he was being overbearing, but... but...

There was no excuse. Lucifer couldn't understand what was wrong with him. The sight of Adam struggling to walk, struggling to hold things with his right hand, sent his heart leaping into his throat in horror. The first and only thought that stuck was: I did that.

Lucifer did that.

Was that why Adam wasn't at the Heaven meetings? Is this why Michael and Sera seemed furious with him? Had... had Lucifer really gone too far? He hadn't meant to hurt Adam so badly. It was just supposed to be a scare tactic.

Lucifer bit back a grumble. Two full days had passed, and both days he had failed at striking up a meaningful conversation with Adam. It felt as though the man was purposely avoiding him, yet they were both 'volunteering' at the same time, in the same place!

He glanced at Adam again, making sure he wasn't about to run away this time.

"I'm sorry," he finally said after two long hours of silence. "I-I'm sorry... for yesterday. I was rude. Insensitive. I shouldn't have... done that."

Adam paused in arranging the pink and red tulips for their newest bouquet. He blinked in surprise and looked at Lucifer. "I knew you were being too quiet."

"I don't normally talk that much," Lucifer said weakly. "I just... I don't know. I was rude, and I'm sorry."

"It's okay, really. I was rude too." Adam shrugged and sent him a half-smile. "So stop beating yourself up over it, okay, Samuel? It's fine."

Samuel?

Oh right. That was his fake name.

Lucifer nodded, and silence seeped between them once more. His eyes lowered, gazing at the mess of stems and leaves scattered before him. His fingers twitched, fiddling with one of the stems.

"Um, so... do you have any plans today?" he sheepishly asked, desperate to keep the conversation going.

Adam clicked his tongue. "Yeah. I want to go to the Keukenhof Forest. It's the main reason I came all this way... I was supposed to go yesterday, but I was too tired."

"Oh." Lucifer deflated. There went his clever plan of spending more time with Adam. He had come to the realisation that the few hours they spent together weren't enough.

"You... you can come with me if you want?" Adam awkwardly suggested. “I mean, if you’ve got nothing else to do and if you even want to…”

"Yes!" Lucifer exclaimed before blushing and composing himself. "I mean, yes please. That would be great."

Adam eyed him before shrugging. Lucifer let out a sigh he didn't realise he'd been holding. At this rate, Adam would think he was a real weirdo...

Maybe he already did.

~#~

The forest was a verdant tapestry, rich with ancient oaks, stately beeches, and towering conifers, their intertwined branches forming a lush, emerald and golden canopy overhead. The forest floor was an artist's palette, blanketed in vibrant hues of bluebells, wild hyacinths, tulips, and buttercups, creating a magical mosaic of blues, purples, and yellows. Every conceivable flower found a home here, transforming the ground into a living, breathing masterpiece. Well-maintained paths wound gracefully through the trees, inviting visitors to lose themselves in the forest's serene and enchanting embrace.

On the west side, pink and purple tulips danced together in the breeze, creating mesmerising waves of color that captivated the eye. A sea of blue flowers extended from the south, merging seamlessly with patches of orange, white, and green blooms, a symphony of colours that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"It's so beautiful," Adam exhaled, his voice filled with awe. Gratitude swelled in his heart for Emily, who had insisted on this break. The sight before him was one of the most exquisite he had ever witnessed, warming his chest with an emotion he hadn't felt in centuries.

The scene was Edenic, stirring memories of the paradise he once knew. As a warm summer breeze tousled their hair, Adam's gaze lingered on the blossoms. Woodpeckers rhythmically tapped the trees, rousing the dozing owls, while songbirds filled the air with their ceaseless melodies. Squirrels darted playfully among the branches, and rabbits ventured shyly from their burrows. Even a deer or two could be seen gracefully passing through.

"So beautiful," Samuel echoed softly, his blue eyes reflecting a quiet, almost pained admiration as he watched Adam. Every subtle shift in Adam's expression, every minute tremor, was absorbed by Samuel's attentive gaze.

Adam hummed, lost in wonder, his lips curling into a breathtaking smile. Sensing Samuel's intense stare, he turned, eyebrow raised in silent inquiry, questioning yet comfortable in the shared, profound moment.

Awkwardly, Samuel rubbed the back of his neck and tilted away. "It's pretty warm. Do you want ice cream? Let's get some ice cream!"

"Oh, um, okay." Adam watched the shorter man hurry toward the ice cream stand nearby, eyebrows raising further. Samuel was a peculiar human with a penchant for staring. In Adam's opinion, he stared far too much. Since their less-than-pleasant first meeting, Adam had noticed Samuel seeking opportunities to talk to him over the past two days. Adam had done his best to avoid it. He didn't know why. He didn't think Samuel had any malicious intentions; he was just curious. But something inside him kept whispering not to trust Samuel.

Still, Samuel looked so innocently cute. Adam couldn't decide. Perhaps it was his trust issues acting up again. But maybe he had been too harsh. Maybe Samuel was just like him—lonely and looking for a friend. Adam could handle that. It might even be nice to have a friend outside of Heaven and Hell.

"I don't know what flavour you'd like, but I got you a simple mini-chocolate. Can't go wrong with that!" Samuel gasped, returning with the cone. "Here!"

Startled when Samuel thrust the ice cream towards him, Adam's eyes widened as he took the cone bashfully. "O-Oh, you didn't need to buy me one. I was about to come over and get one myself."

The red flush that coloured Samuel's face was unexpectedly endearing, adding an extra layer of sweetness to his already charming demeanour. Adam found himself charmed by it, thinking it made Samuel look even more delightful.

"Um," Samuel stammered, shifting awkwardly, his social discomfort mirroring Adam's own. Maybe Samuel really was like him after all. "I wanted to. You invited me, so I figured it would—um, it would...even things out?"

Adam chuckled as Samuel winced at his own rambling. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

As if a switch had been flipped, the strawberry-blonde man’s face lit up with a radiant, blinding grin, showcasing his perfect teeth. Adam couldn’t help but return the smile, and together, they continued along the trail, savouring their ice cream—Adam with mint chocolate and Samuel with strawberry.

"So, um, why did you come to...Lesse?" Samuel asked quietly, wincing as if he had made a mistake. "I’m sorry if I’m prying. Feel free to tell me to shut up if you want."

Adam snorted, tilting his head and peering at Samuel from the corner of his eye. "I needed a break from the stress back home. Just needed some time away."

"Really?" Samuel straightened, looking up at Adam with newfound interest. "I-I mean, cool, me too! We have so much in common! We both have stress back home! Um..."

A laugh bubbled from Adam’s lips. "You’re so strange."

"Ha-ha-ha..." Samuel chuckled sheepishly, his forced smile melting into a genuine one as his shoulders relaxed. "I’m sorry. I’m not used to... this. Talking to people. I’m typically... alone.  I don’t, I’m not around people often."

"You don’t need to explain yourself," Adam said, his tone warm. "I get it. We all have our struggles. I’m not exactly a social butterfly myself. I’m probably just as bad at it."

A weak, uncertain chuckle escaped Samuel, his shoulders slumping slightly. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "A-Anyway, you were saying? Y-You needed time away from home? Bad stuff happened?"

"You could say that," Adam replied, glancing down at the ice cream in his left hand. It felt odd using his left hand now; he had always been right-handed. The switch felt awkward and forced. "A lot of things happened with my...family. My head wasn't in a great place to begin with, but then some drama happened, which just made everything worse."

Samuel's gaze softened as he watched Adam’s feet, noticing the way he dragged them slightly. He winced, sensing the weight of Adam's words. "Did... did it involve your accident?"

Adam was silent for a moment, his eyes dropping to his own feet before he released a deep sigh. "Yeah, there was a lot of family drama surrounding my accident. I needed to get away, hoping some distance might help me, you know, feel better."

"I see." Samuel bit his lower lip, his expression full of genuine concern.

It was odd but endearing—Samuel seemed more genuinely empathetic than anyone Adam had encountered in a long time. It was strange, considering how little Samuel knew him, yet he showed more compassion than he’d ever received from Heaven. Adam inhaled deeply, savouring the sweet fragrance of the surrounding flowers.

"What about you, Sammy?" Adam teased playfully, his smile widening as Samuel looked at him in surprise and a touch of confusion. "Why are you in Lesse? Did you travel all the way here just to see the blossoms too?"

Samuel seemed to ponder for a moment before arriving at a decision. It was oddly charming how he bit his lower lip and scrunched up his tiny nose in thought, a lock of strawberry-blonde hair falling across his forehead and brushing his delicate blue eyes.

"For similar reasons, I guess," he said softly, his voice gentle. "I... haven’t been in the best headspace either. I've been pretty sick—yeah, sick for a while now. I wasn’t helping myself; I was making myself worse and…"

Adam's heart ached as he saw the pain etched on Samuel’s face.

"My daughter practically forced me out of the house," Samuel continued weakly. "She said it was unhealthy for me to stay locked inside like I had been. My... ex-wife left me about eight years ago, and it hit me hard. I was already sick before she left, but I guess she just got tired of watching me deteriorate."

"That's terrible," Adam said, disbelief coloring his voice. "She just left you because you were unwell?"

Samuel shrugged meekly, his gaze drifting to the beautiful flowers around them. "I guess she grew tired of trying to help me or something. She wasn’t the most loving person; in fact, she was pretty cold. One day, she just up and left. Sent me divorce papers the very next day."

Frowning deeply, Adam felt a surge of anger but managed to keep it in check. "I'm really sorry to hear that. If it means anything, I think it's her loss. She’ll regret it eventually. I believe you’re a better person than she ever was."

Samuel’s eyes widened in astonishment, as if Adam had handed him the moon. "You really think I'm a better person?"

"Well, yeah," Adam replied with a smile. "I think you are. Everyone makes mistakes and faces uncertainty. It’s the good people who try to make amends and move forward."

Samuel was quiet for a few moments, absorbing Adam’s words. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the redness in his cheeks softening as he processed the compliment. After a few seconds, he looked up at Adam and gave him a real, genuine smile—a smile so warm and heartfelt that it nearly brought Adam to his knees. It was a smile Adam had only seen once before, centuries ago in Eden.

His heart skipped a beat, and Adam swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks flush warmer than they should.

“I really hope that someday I can become a…good person.” Samuel said warmly. 

“I’m sure you will be.”

[enha-sua]

౨ৎ GET TO KNOW HER INSIDE SUAS ROOM ? ….

╰┈➤ 더 꽉 안아줘 날 사랑으로 널 데려가 highway 1009 𓂃 ! ❞

❪ suas' masterlist! ❫

╰ room history: although she had a bunk in the first dorm; sua didn't sleep there because she wasn't used to sleeping in a room full of people , so she slept on the couch in the living room.

in the second dorm she shared a room with two members for a while , after a while heeseung ended up switching with her and she had her own room for the remainder of their stay there.

now in their new dorm since they separated , she has her own room in the dorm 2.

❛ ( HER SPACE ) ❜ . . .

her room is small , but it's cozy and she likes it like that , plus it's easier to keep clean.

speaking of clean , her room is meticulously clean , she can't sleep in an unclean room , she wouldn't be able to sleep if it was , even the boys know if they borrow anything they need to put it back in the right place.

her closet and drawers are organized but season and colors , she organizes everytime she packs and unpacks ... so she does it a lot.

her bed is always made , with a quilt on top , no matter the season , she needs to sleep with a quilt , good thing for her ac.

she has a small couch and a tv in her room , when she has time she plays her nintendo.

❛ ( HONORABLE MENTIONS ) ❜ . . .

the designated spot for her plushies next to her bed , it's just to night stands put together covers in a plush like fabric and a few pillows.

her lamps and fairy lights she keeps the room lights off , it's just cute this way , she likes it.

the pictures of her friends and the boys all over her room , she has a polaroid she takes with her at all times just so she can take photos.

©MAZEOFYENI

[cognitosclowns]

I wanna fall asleep with these freaks 💓🥺

I am the eepiest sleepiest little guy of all time and this activated a Worm in my Brain so this is gonna get SO LONG AMSDNAMSND

sfw!! just snuggles and soft things

Reagan

Not extremely cuddly? She likes her personal space!

That doesn't mean she never wants cuddles, she's just gotta be in a particular Mood for it!

Most nights, she wants to be kinda,, gently curled into your arm?? just a loose grip around it w/ her own, cheek resting on your bicep.

She talks in her sleep, but it's very quiet. Usually it's just her going through her schedule for tmrw (does she?? dream of work in her sleep???), but occasionally, you'll hear her mumbling about how much she loves you <333

Yes, it's just as cute as it sounds. She has no memory of it in the morning, but if you bring it up, she'll get this flustered little Half-Smile alllll morning <3

She falls asleep so fast. if you wanna be cute w/ her while cozied in bed I'm so sorry, the second she feels Safe and Warm and Cozy in your vicinity she's passing out for 4-12 hours ✨✌🏻

It's alright, you know she needs her rest <3 besides, that just opens up options for you two to be soft and shmoopy in the morning

Brett

Unsurprisingly, the cuddliest guy of all time. He would be inside your ribcage if the opportunity was provided KJASDKASJD

He really likes?? laying on your chest and stomach?? he likes to be significantly further down. occasionally you'll just,, barely see his hair and the top of his forehead peaking out from the covers from how low he gets

it's just so comfy! he likes The Noises and Warmth and Vague Suffocation that comes w/ sleeping w/ his head under the covers, resting against your torso <3

He smiles so much in his sleep. you didn't think ppl did that outside of movies, but he totally does <3 usually only when he's having a particularly good dream.

OH ALSO HIS BED IS SO FUCKING COZY

I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS MAN DOESN'T QUILT. HE HAS SO MANY BEAUTIFUL HAND-MADE QUILTS AND BLANKETS AND KNITTED SHIT IN HIS BED. I hope you like being cozy bc you're gonna be The Coziest Of All Time.

He also sleeps with stuffed animals! He always did as a child bc his treehouse was always cold as hell, and the habit just stayed with him!

they're so well-kept and soft all these years later <3 usually he just keeps them at the foot of the bed, bc it makes him feel safe to, but occasionally he'll bring a couple up for you two to snuggle <3 You Are Never Too Old To Snuggle A Stuffed Bear Don't Like To Yourself.

Andre

A Nightmare (affectionate)

not only is his sleep schedule Entirely Batshit, but he has so much trouble falling asleep. expect lots of tossing and turning

he does settle a lot thought when you hold him!! Don't hold too close, he still needs to squirm a lot to actually fall asleep

You're also the only person that he gets a full nights sleep with <3 he usually ends up waking up in the night, his mind starts working on smth, and he doesn't go back to sleep <3 but with you, it's almost instantaneous.

A little Jump, a bit of squirming to get into a comfortable position, and then off to seeb again <3 it's nice to see just how safe he feels around you <3

Expect plenty of early morning/late night convos <3 hell even middle of the night convos, where he hasn't realised that he fell asleep and instantly hops back into Whatever He Was

He also has such a habit of. Continuing Conversations From His Dream. like he'll just grab your arm and start talking about Yes I'm Sure If We Distilled It Enough We Could Make Whiskey Out Of Lighter Fluid Myc before passing out cold MASNFASMFJ

TLDR. squirmy silly man, but also enjoyable to seeb with.

Gigi

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers

SO COZY HOLY SHIT

I refuse to believe she doesn't have a Big Comfy Bed. Silk covers, big thick duvet, more pillows that she knows what to do with. The bed is 3 times the size of her so when you catch her snuggled up in bed she truly just looks like those photos of Very Small Puppies in Very Large Beds MNASDMASND

So cuddly <3 you wouldn't expect it, since she makes a point of being seen as very Untouchable and Independent, but she loves to be held.

Her ideal state is nuzzled under your chin, feeling your pulse through your neck <333 a leg hooked around yours to make sure you're nice and close.

She takes a while to fall asleep, so she likes to go to bed early! Feel free to join her at any time, she'll just be dozing <3

If you do join her when she goes to bed, expect some,, very soft, lovey-dovey moments. she looks utterly adorable, all bundled up in her cozy little slightly-too-poofy nightgown and eye mask.

She Deserves 1000000 Cheek Smooches Or Else You Shall Die Of Love Disease <- her favourite part of the night. she will start giggling the moment she feels your lips on her cheeks and neck.

kisses her 1000. she's the most

Myc

HE OWNS A WATERBED I KNOW THIS FUCKING MAN OWNS A WATERBED

A FREEFLOW WATERBED TOO. NO SUPPORT IT FEELS LIKE YOU'RE FLOATING.

It's actually pretty comfortable after you get used to it. you see the appeal, it's kinda got that Sensory Deprivation Tank feeling of weightless floating <3

Expect to be utterly Mummified in tentacles AKSDJASKJ

He insists that it's so that you don't go tossing and turning in your sleep and knock his ass off the bed but. You See Through His Lies You Understand. You See The Jackassery At Play Here.

OUGHEEE he has such a habit of like. swirling his tentacles gently around your skin. Not necessarily stroking back and forth, moreso massaging? if you have any knots in your back, thighs, or arms, they're gonna be gone by morning.

Fairly quiet? That doesn't mean silent though, he absolutely talks while you two drift off to sleep, but it's all in very quiet tones. A Little Shit, But Lovingly. (you may. gently have to bop him on the head and tell him to Shut The Hell Up Its 3 Am Goddamn Not Everyone's Job Is Just Sitting Around Getting Jacked Off MANSDMASNDMANSDMN)

Glenn

He snores like a foghorn I'm so sorry. the old man of all time

If you can look past that though, he's so fucking delightful to sleep with <33 most especially bc he loves when you lay on him

he says smth about how it Helps Unfuck His Back, but you're at least 45% sure that that isn't the main reason

(and you're right, it isn't <3 he just loves feeling your weight on him)

He loves just,, leaving a hand against your back, running up and down as you settle in to sleep <33 before leaving it to rest on the small of your back <33 love is so real and true.

his tail wags in his sleep

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

HIS TAIL WAGS IN HIS SLEEP

You'll see this most when he's sleeping on his stomach, bc when he's on his back his tail can't move, and on his side Everything Hurts At All Times KAJDKASJ

You'll see it squirm around the most when you're touching him <3 if you run your hands through his hair, or trace patterns on his back that things gonna be WHIPPING like a wheatstalk in a hurricane.

^ this also applies to. early morning and late night cuddles. in the morning its more of a,, slow waggle? like you'll just see it gently twitching under the bed, while you place kisses on his cheek BAWBBABWBABW <- if I talk about his tail any more we'll never be done

just the guy of all time <3 go sleep with that old man go do it go do it now go go go go g

JR

Let Him Sleep On The Booba

Truly he sleeps best with his face buried in your chest. what can he say, it's cozy as hell.

his ideal state is being Unconscious. A Coma. Laying horizontally being fed nutrients through a tube. He will nap on you at any possible moment

It's one of the time's he feels Truly Safe? Like he's constantly having to run around doing what the Shadow Board wants, doing what Rand wants, etc. Sometimes You Just Need A Little Nap With Your Partner To Be Okay Again

He IS freezing cold I refuse to believe otherwise. he runs Ice Cold and it takes him 15 minutes to warm up. feels a bit like cuddling a corpse until your body heat brings him back to Human Levels Of Warmth.

The things we do for love smh MNSFGKFAJSFGKSDJ

stupid rich expensive bed. imported silk sheets. mathematically optimised mattress designed in a lab to give him The Best Sleep Possible. he's rich enough to buy several countries, he might as well put it to use.

Alpha-Beta

OUGHEEEEEEEEAWBABWBAGOURGHR <- experiencing wife fevers part 2

He's such a heavy sleeper MY GOD. If you couldn't hear his internal systems whirring and clicking you'd think he was dead KJDSAKFJASDKFJDSA

It isn't really his fault - his 'sleep cycle' likes to be done in one solid stretch, to avoid file corruption, which means. His body just,, won't wake him up unless it senses Active Danger to himself or you.

It's fine! He'll wake up if the house is on fire. Probably.

'aww you're such an old man <3' <- he's going to push you into a woodchipper AKSGJSAKDJFKSDFGJ

He's so warm and cozy <3

Upside, personal heater during the winter. Downside, summer is hell for both of you (Upside, he sleeps mostly naked in summer to avoid Dying of Death Disease)

Hold him <3 hold him he won't ask but he loves being held, even more than he loves holding you (which is. Saying Something). The second he feels your arms wrap around him, maybe one of your hands gently fussing with his hair? Out like a light <3 its sweet, all those unspoken ways that shows how much he loves you <3

ABWBABWBAB I swear I did an ask like this before but. I don't care this was so cute. If you have any additions, go nuts!

[camilasstories]

❝feeling unreciprocated❞ chapter 4 | jungkook x reader

summary: Sleeping with one guy after feeling rejected wasn't a good idea, but sleeping with another one and another seemed to be even worse plan. Especially with your handsome crush behind the wall, who is as confused as you about your ways of coping with a broken heart.

note: I’m sorry for such a short chapter. I just got some messages some of you were waiting for it so here you go!

trailer/masterlist | chapter 3 | next chapter

You got accustomed to your position as a Jungkook's friend. Somehow, it calmed your mind knowing you held any place in, maybe, his heart, which was ridiculous because you barely knew each other. Yet, you found peace in thinking of it like that.

This week passed by pretty fast with you being occupied with your studies and thinking about the project you were soon to present with your partners. It was also sparse in socializing with other people as Gia was preapring for her mock-exams, but especially with Jungkook as he devoted his free time to this new guy - Kim Taehyung whom he met at work. You were used to it, you told yourself and it was true as it was a completely normal state of things between you and him. However, there was this odd felling of uncertainty that manage to weigh you down. Although he mentioned before going out about seeing you later on your traditional movie night, you weren't sure whether his new friendships wouldn't drag him away from you because he was already running late. You couldn't hide the fact it was making you disappointed to the point you got yourself wondering if he even remembered you two were about to meet in your shared living room. Nevertheless, you had too much faith in him to say it out loud.

While you were waiting for him, you checked his instagram. Since you were following Jungkook, you had a full allowance to scroll though his photos and look at his stories he posted from time to time shamelessly without being scared of getting caught in his notifications. Because even if you would have, then it hadn't been seen as something weird or suspicious that you were almost stalking him on his social medias.

When it was half past eight you gave up the idea of waiting for him as thirty minutes already passed and you were one hundred percent sure he wouldn't be anytime soon so you just grabbed your quilt and a pillow to make your way back to your room quite bitter about his actions. He didn't even let you know he wasn't going to come today, which was quite disrespectful, in your opinion, because you were really looking forward to watch a movie with him. To be more precise, just to see him and you didn't ask for too much, right? On the other hand, you could have foresees that such a day would come sooner or later. You should have kicked Jungkook's ass before and met with the guy you slept with in more appropriate circumstances. Maybe you would actually have your love life back and stop daydreaming about this stupid, unreasonable, the most annoying-...

"What? You've finished watching already?"

You gasped agitated hearing the sound of shutting door and male's voice in the foyer. You turned around with bedding cover still in your arms towards the entry of your apartment. It felt like a burden was taken away from your shoulders, a big relief that he didn't ditch you after him having let you know he was actually present and, you hoped, ready to spend the evening with you. You had been so close to the edge in believing he would stood you out and this belief wasn't groundless.

"I haven't even started" you squeezed your quilt even tighter leaning on the wall as you watched him kicking off his shoes.

"Why?" he asked putting away his jacket and leaving his hoodie on with questioning, but cool look visible on his face "Did you pick something, though?"

Taking into consideration that you were busy battling gloomy thoughts in your mind, it was obvious you didn't even touch the remote.

"No, I didn’t" you replied shortly “I thought you wouldn't come, to be honest”.

Jungkook was observing you. There you were standing in a foyer with white material over your chest as you didn’t make it back to your room yet. But he didn’t know why you were not in the living room already watching something on the TV.

"I might have been a little late" he admitted shrugging his shoulders "My phone died, but I grabbed us some things on the way" he showed a see-through bag with colorful packages in it "Am I forgiven?”

"If it's your way to say sorry, then I guess so" you murmured this time with more soft expression on your face.

"Then stop looking so offended" he chuckled reaching his hands to you "Give me this, you're almost drowning" he took the bedding out of your hands and put it back on the couch, while you checked what he had bought.

In general, there were his favourite snacks, but he didn’t think only of himself as you found some crisps and cookies you often ate when you had a bad day. Your heart warmed up at his gesture. But you realized it just wasn’t adding up. Why did he care? Was he just nice? Did he know you overheard him? You sighed and placed the bag on the console in the foyer. The longer you were gazing at it, the more it felt like something was missing in the whole picture. Like everything was on its place, but there was one thing that you couldn't come up with that was lacking. Your forehead wrinkled as your eyebrows raised. You were sure you put them right there. There was no other place in your flat to fit them in.

"Hey, Junkook! Where are the flowers?" you shouted after him still standing in a foyer slightly dumbfounded.

"What flowers?" he stuck his head out after he had stopped searching for his charger.

“The ones that were standing in a foyer” you pointed at the vase with your head after having drawn his attention “Or they used to stand”.

You wondered if he even noticed them in the first place, maybe it was pointless to ask him this, but there were no more people living in this flat, so you presumed might have put them somewhere else. You watched as confusion that was plastered on his face changed into clarity as his expression lit up apparently knowing what you were talking about.

"Ah, right. I've thrown them away" he told casually and made his way to the living room indifferent to his action that managed to baffle you out.

"What? Why?" your squinted your eyes being perplexed "Jungkook, answer me!" you added feeling he didn't listen to you.

"They were dead, I guess" he shrugged his shoulders and took TV remote in his hand looking at the screen “What do you want to watch? Psychological series or comedy?"

"Jungkook!" you watched him in disbelief.

"What? They looked fucking rubbish” he looked at you as you struggled to find words “I’m just telling the truth. They've been withered” he kept convincing you.

You didn't remember them to start to wither, actually. You changed the water in vase almost every day and you even cut their ends one time. It sounded impossible. And rubbish? Okay, maybe it wasn't the prettiest bouquet, but still it was a kind gesture that you appreciated even though it wasn't given by your dream person.

"Did you even think they could have been from somebody?" you folded your arms on your chest while he sat on the couch.

"Were they?" he raised an eyebrow at you waiting for your response.

You sealed your lips immediately muted. You could have spared the information and let these silly flowers go, but obviously you couldn't keep your mouth closed at the right time. Especially when he wasn't supposed to know you were seeing someone. You didn't want to embarrass yourself with the fact it was just one-time thing. It would potentially cross your chances with him. And hooking up was just a way of coping for the time being.

"W-Well..." you stuttered losing the courage feeling the pressure of his gaze "Maybe".

"From whom?" he picked a series since you didn't answer him, but you just shrugged your shoulders not bothering to reply as shame came all over you.

You felt his burning gaze on your back as you sat down on the floor fixing the duvet under your but to make yourself comfortable on the hard ground. Nevertheless, you kept being silent with your blank eyes turned towards TV.

"Not my business, I get it" you heard him fidgeting in his sit and stretching out his legs.

"No, it's just..." you had blurted out before pursing your lips not knowing whether you should speak out "Just a guy, nothing serious".

"You don't have to explain yourself" his immediate answer and him chuckling made you flush even more "Easy there".

"Fine" you sat there for a few minutes not even daring to touch the sweets he had brought with him, somehow losing your appetite as you almost gave yourself away.

"You know you can sit next to me" Jungkook made an offer with his eyes glued to the screen "I don't bite".

In fact, you took Gia's advice to your heart not wanting your feelings to escalate even more, seeing how much it could cost you. Still, you hesitated as you also yearned for his presence, but the damage it could make outweighed the benefits. After your analyzations, you came to one, precious conclusion that it would be healthier for you to leave some free space between you and him. To leave it as it was. To make a safe deal for both of the sides.

"No, no. It's okay" you turned it down knowing what could happen if you let yourself feel more than you allowed to.

Sometimes, saying no to some invitations should be just done. Even to such a dissent one like this. But you had a good head on your shoulders trying not to melt because of his tempting proposition.

"It's not like we've just met, (Y/N)" you almost felt him rolling his eyes at you, but you decided to shrug it off.

Keeping a safe distance between you and Jungkook gave you the sense of control over your absurd feelings and decreased your chances of making embarrassing gaffe in his presence. Although he didn't acknowledge your sympathy towards him, you had to be the one who would be reasonable enough to draw a thick line between both of you, just in case. You had no idea what would happen if any signs of crushing over him came out.

"It's quite comfortable here" you brought your knees closer to your chest which enabled you to rest your chin there "But thanks".

"Yeah, I'm sure of it" he used his sarcasm to deny your silly statement and without giving a hoot he leaned down to slip his hands under your arms.

"What are you doing?" your body became stiff under his firm grip, but instantly it woke up due to the pluck trying to wiggle out from his hold.

"Stop squirming. You're making this difficult" Jungkook groaned silently as he pulled you up from the floor to the cozy couch next to him "And you are not as light as you seem to be".

Actually, when you let yourself feel the intensity of your intimacy after giving up a fight, there came a nice feeling of having him so close to your body. For the first time. Though, you doubted whether he was going through the same thing, you didn't seem to care at the moment completely drowning in a pleasant sensation. He was warm, you felt it only by touching each other with shoulders. And his scent was something else. Fresh, strong and manly. You squeezed yourself deeper into seat back. Fuck, you were melting.

"Comfy, kitten?" he sneered seeing your face expression softening.

Kitten. You gulped down, shaking yourself out. You must have misheard something.

"Not enough" you responded pretending to be serious "You take too much space".

"Better keep your mouth closed or you will get back to that floor" he sighed because of your indication and moved his body to the left side of the sofa "Here, happy?"

As much as you wanted to, you shouldn't, right? Well, avoiding being so close to him to prevent your feelings escalating even more was demanding. In addition, his actions unabled you from doing so. How you were supposed to stay away from him?

“No” you scoffed and started to slide down from the couch to get back to the floor "It was my turn anyway".

"I don't think you're going anywhere farer than this fucking sofa" he grabbed you once again this time placing his hands on your waist as it was easier to lift you up.

"Jungkook, please. Leave-" you couldn't finish your sentence as you felt his hands on your body.

"No way. Get your ass here" he tilted his head amused "You're so irritating sometimes. It must be so tiring, why don't you quit that?"

"Oh, get away" you huffed, but he shrugged it off with a laugh while he put you back next to him "You see me barely once a week, you don't know me" you stated.

"And let's leave it that way" you assumed he made a joke, but you couldn't help feeling a sharp pinning in your chest. He kept mocking "I don't know what's hidden behind this innocent face of yours".

Crush. Random hookup. You name it.

"A lot".

"I imagine" he nodded his head pretending to be serious "How was your week?" the standard question came out of his mouth.

"Uh-Interesting?"

"With your style of living?" he folded his arms not really believing you "What? Were you on some party? Did you went clubbing?" he kept inquiring.

"Yes? I was at..." you stuttered "At..."

"Caleido? Zoid club?" he started to list every place he visited "Because for sure not at Vixen's".

"Well, one of them".

He turned his head towards you while scanning your face as if something was not right with you.

"You are such a bad liar" he said looking straight into your eyes.

"Why do you think I'm lying?" you broke under his intense gaze while gulping down knowing he caught you already. Your heart started to bump strongly in your chest to the point you almost heard it in your ears "Why you don't believe I went clubbing?"

Maybe you were too obvious, too predictable, too… boring to get his attention.

"Because it's just... you".

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[gaysindistress]

When Night Comes - Fourteen

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cursing, I think that’s it

Word count: 2.3k

Thirteen | masterlist

A/n: Chi of @vonalyn helped me out so much when I was writing this chapter. Shoutout to them 💕💕 also I forgot my computer at home when I went out of town this weekend so I apologize for any errors or anything like that

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“You what?”

Willing to brave any storm that might arise, Y/N repeats her demand of wanting to see Celeste. Bucky, while shocked, doesn’t move from his position pinning her hips against the wooden table. He stares her down, his dark gaze making her even more confident in her question.

“If you want to know what Ana Cristina said, I want to see her.”

“Okay.”

Disbelief leads her to grip the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer unconsciously, “seriously?”

He nods his head, “if I said no, you’d go find a picture anyways.”

She tries to argue against him but given how she’s never been one to delay gratification, she agrees with him.

“You gonna let me go?” He asks, the change of subject confusing her until he drops his gaze to her hands fisted in his shirt.

“Oh sorry,” she says with a sheepish smile and relaxes her hands to rest on his chest again, “are you gonna back up?”

“Tell me what else Ana Cristina said first.”

“Um no show me the picture and then I’ll talk.”

He holds up one finger, “one piece of information.”

“I’ll bite you if you point that at me.”

Bucky inspects his finger for a moment, “bold of you to assume I wouldn’t enjoy that.”

She rolls her eyes before giving him what he wants, “She said your mom didn’t agree with your father wanting to raise you in the church so she took you and ran.”

He takes a deep breath and analyzes her face before taking a step back to let her pass. She waits a moment before pushing off the table and grabbing his hand as she walks out of the kitchen. Bucky resists the urge to pull her back to kiss her, hug her, anything to be selfish and feel her touch.

He takes the lead and pulls her along to the staircase where the estate’s bedrooms are at. They pass by hers as well as the other guests before he brings them to a stop at his door. Situated at the end of the hallway, sunlight streams in from open bedroom doors to illuminate the deep cravings that litter his door. Similar runes to his tattoos cover the frame as well as the actual door in addition to others Y/N doesn’t recognize.

Bucky pushes it open to reveal a room unlike anything she would’ve expected. Rather than being bare aside from a coffin, his room is filled with books and supplies for every hobby one could think of. Tall narrow windows allow light in to cover the room in a warm afterglow, fending off the dark stereotypes that surround Strigoi. Much to her surprise, there is a bed tucked against the window and it appears to be used. Handmade blankets and quilts lay neatly on it but the wrinkle in the white pillows indicates that someone has slept there recently.

“Wait, do you need sleep?” She asks as concludes her initial look around his room.

He chuckles before explaining that they don’t need sleep like humans, but instead will rest if they feed too much. Beginning his search for his only remaining picture of Celeste, he makes a joke about how naps are enjoyable, human or not. Y/N watches as he pulls out a small box from a book shelf and tries not to gasp when he takes out the even smaller photo of a woman who looks undoubtedly familiar.

The frayed and worn edges of the photo give away its age; however the woman is alarmingly modern. A simple sheer white veil with embroidered flowers covers most of her hair and upper body but the unruly curls that Bucky loved are barely being held back. Only the woman’s side profile can be seen as she has had her head turned away from the camera. Even without a clear view, it’s abundantly clear that this woman and Y/N are the closest thing to doppelgängers this world will see. There are a few differences but not anything that a stranger could use to truly distinguish between the two women.

Bucky, on the other hand, has them memorized by heart because it’s the only way to not fall completely victim to his own agony. “Y/N is not Celeste,” is the mantra he has to repeat to himself every moment that he’s in Y/N’s presence. In the meantime, he waits for her to say something, anything at all but she’s lost in awe and wonderment.

“She’s… she’s beautiful,” she starts and looks at him, “I don’t even know what to say.”

Clearing his throat but not saying a word, he puts the photo away and returns the box to its home among his books. With his back to her, Y/N says what she’s been terrified to say, “I see it. The resemblance, I can see it.”

“It's there but there are differences,” he shoots back.

“Are you sure because all I see is a version of me from 150 years ago.”

He turns back to her with a great weighing pain in his stare, “No two people can be the same. Similar, sure but never exactly the same.”

Albeit simple words but they cut like a hot knife through her. She’s taken aback and instinctively takes a small step back.

“I wasn’t saying that, Bucky,” she quickly says, “I was just acknowledging the resemblance is all.”

He sighs at her defensiveness, “Imagine being in my place for just a minute. 80 years after the love of your life is murdered, someone who looks identical to her shows up except she hates me. Everything she does is in spite of me and she makes it very clear she wants nothing to do with me. Months go by and nothing changes until she’s forced to seek safety with me. Finally I think I’ve made some progress but a part of me knows that she will never be the woman she looks like. I don’t want you to be Celeste, Y/N nor do I expect you to but you have to understand that this,” he gestures between them, “kills me. Having you right here but never with me.”

“You can understand where I’m coming from too. Shit, you saw just how fucking crazy Alix is and what she’s willing to do to get me back and for what? The only thing I can think of is that she’s pissed I was finally happy and making a new life without her,” she retakes her step towards him, “I was terrified, I still am but I’ve found some form of fucked up safety with you. I’m not trying to be Celeste and I would never even think to do that.”

Bucky is hesitant to let her come closer now that he’s bared what he has left of a heart but nonetheless he stays put. The weight of the necklace he wears day in and out grows heavy as its new owner comes closer. It calls out to her, yearning her to be its wearer and burns against his chest in protest.

“I know this is all new territory but we could make it our own?”

Deep breaths in and out.

In and out.

“Are you… are you asking if…” he trails off uncharacteristically but Y/N fills in quickly.

“I’ll take you up on that dinner… if the offer still stands.”

He lets out a disbelieving chuckle and shakes his head, “dragging you to Romania finally convinced you to go to dinner with me? My good looks and charming words didn’t do it for you?”

She shrugs, “Maybe, maybe not. Could’ve been the bite, who knows?”

Bucky raises an eyebrow and reaches out to her, partly due to calling from his necklace. It calms down as soon as she’s in his arms and against his chest.

For now, it’s satisfied with this but soon it’ll grow more and more unhappy until she wears it.

————————————————————————

Five years.

She had planned and planned for this moment.

She waited for five fucking years for this moment.

Five years.

Alix had hunted and killed numerous people to get to Y/N. Nothing could get in her way now, not even some of the strongest Strigois on the East Coast.

Peggy helping her was a welcomed advantage but not needed. Alix had known every movement where Y/N was and never needed Peggy to overstep her bounds to help her because she had her own personal vendetta to accomplish.

No, Alix could do this on her own. She was the one who tracked that stupid girl across the country. She was the one who planted Jessica in her life. She was the one who got Juliette close to those Strigoi. She was the one who figured out who ratted her gang out to the police. It had all been Alix and now? Now was her chance to claim her prize, that prize being Y/N.

Landing in Bucharest wasn’t pleasant. The city seemed to sense that the group didn’t belong and her men nearly got into a fight trying to get their luggage. At every turn, the buildings changed and morphed into something anew so that they had no idea of where they were. No one would help them and Isabel tried to chalk it up to their lack of Romanian but they all knew what it was.

When they did finally get someone to stop, the elderly man spit at Alix’s feet and walked away. Enraged, it took everything in her to not rip him to shreds. Brock had been the one to stop her, gripping her arm to help her back.

“Do you want the Strigoi to know we’re here before we even have the chance to find them?”

“He has this whole city on lockdown, it doesn’t fucking matter.”

John steps in, “let’s find our place and then we can devise ways to rip old men to pieces. Come on.”

The old man in question had been Luca, the housekeeper and within minutes of his encounter, he’d found Ana Cristina in a nearby store.

“They’re here,” he frantically says, eyes darting back and forth as he rings his hands together.

“What? Who are you talking about?”

“The Lycan! The ones Mr. Barnes warned us about, they’re here in Bucharest.”

Ana Cristina curses under her breath and drops the fabric she’s holding. She links her arm with Luca’s and ushers him out of the shop.

“Which way did they go?”

He points to the left where the group is still arguing over whether the city itself has it out for them.

“In, in,” she nearly shoves him into their car and quickly rushes over to the driver’s side. She fishs out her phone and hands it to Luca, asking him to call Bucky.

“Hello? Is everything okay, Ana?” His sincere and concerned voice comes through the phone.

“Luca saw the Lycan. In the city.”

There's a short pause.

“How many?”

“5 I think. Bucky this isn’t good. They shouldn’t have even been able to get off the plane.”

“I know, I know. Just get home and we’ll figure out what’s going on. Make sure they don’t follow you, please.”

With that the call ends and Ana Cristina looks over with worry to Luca.

“That can’t be possible, can it? The seal is only…. Oh no,” he trails off and returns her look of horror, “it’s 75 years since she… died.”

“Don’t, don’t go there yet. It hasn’t been exactly 75 years. We still have,” she checks the date on her phone, “one week.”

Luca drops his head into his hands, “One week isn’t enough time to recreate the spell. It took the original coven months. The two of us can’t do it in one week, Ana Cristina. Even with Thor and Loki, we won’t have enough.”

She puts her hand on his shoulder, “the four of us can figure out something. Even if it’s temporary, we can do it.”

The hope doesn’t reach her heart as she drives past the Lycan group and towards the Bucharest estate. Luca had been right; the original coven had spent months after Celeste started getting death threats. Moving her from New York back to Romania only slowed them but they came nonetheless. She begged her coven to come up with anything at all and after almost 10 months, they had managed to keep her protected while on her birth soil. Tying her soul to her homeland meant that as long as she remained on Romanian soil, she couldn’t be harmed. Of course that only applied to Romania and she would be left unprotected if she decided to leave. The added but unanticipated benefits of the spell was that Lycan couldn’t set foot in the country for a century; however when she died, it had already been 25 years. The remaining 75 years were slowly coming to an end and without proper preparation, the two witches had no idea what to do next.

The only thing they could think of was the ring her coven gave her in addition to the land curse as a talisman; when she wore it and was home, no harm could come to her. It may be the only thing that could protect Y/N. Only problem was getting Bucky to take it off the chain he wore constantly since Celeste died.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

The Flat | Johnny x Nina

His flat looked more feminine. He wasn't complaining. It looked like Nina lived there. Her shoes piled up by the door. Her big green wool coat hung up by the door. The extra pillows on the sofa. Her lavender blanket. The mix matched dishes in the kitchen. A collection of espresso mugs she'd garnered despite not liking coffee. A fridge covered with magnets and ephemera from their day trips.

His art framed and hung on the walls because she said she likes looking at it all the time. Her books scattered around, little postcards peeking out from between the pages. Flowers always on the dining table. Little herbs growing out of tea tins on the windowsill.

The bathroom cabinet filled with her skincare, pink and white bottles. Her toothbrush leaning against his. Floral shower curtain and matching mat. Her makeup sitting on the counter.

The dresser with her jewelry, little trinkets and framed photos. A box of her notebooks, filled with poetry, tucked underneath the bed. Pink sheets with a brightly colored quilt. Their closet filled with her rainbow of clothes. He loved her in bright pink. A sweet smelling candle burning on the bedside table. It's drawer filled with sweets she'd stowed away. A chair filled with stuffed animals that took his spot on the bed when he was gone.

Nina sleeping till the late morning in patterned pjs. Her shorts hiked up just over the bottom curve of her ass. His arms wrapped around her waist, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. His Nina. Their flat.

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[allyfairyboo]

At the top of the hill near the river lies an old house. Its windows broken from the inside, as if something inside struggled to escape. Vines cover its brick walls, years of neglect feed them well. The door creaks, and the floor boards joins in its choir. A stainled door mat lay below the entrance of the domain. Nearby shoes of kinds are placed on a shoe rack, one set being tiny little red polkadot rain boots. On the scarred walls, hang dust photos full of life. A man, a woman, and two small children. Then, a woman and two children. A woman and a child. Only a child is left in the final photograph. A child that isn't so young anymore. The man, the woman, and the child never grew old within the photographs.

The kitchen sink has leaves crawling their way onto dirty counter tops. The facet leaks water onto its center. Rusted forks and knives decorate the counters yet untouched by the plants' leaves. A plastic plate with a child's movie character on it has rotted food prepared on it. The mounds of mold growing on it spread to the chair, the only thing identifying it being the legs delaying it from an inevitable collapse. The fridge is empty, yet the smell of rotten food still comes from unidentifiable stains. The freezer is filled only with old strawberry popsicles. There are shelves nailed on the wall. On them are the usual spices and sauces, on one of the shelves there is the same, along with it is a small toy. A little plastic cat toy, shoddy painted with orange paint, just like a cat in the background of one of the photos in the hallway.

The bathroom is much of the same. Old and ruined. The sink was filled with brown hair, untouched by anyone. There's scissors left laying on the sink as well, rusted just like the knives and forks. There's no soap left in the dispenser, but a sweet smell still remains from whatever sent of soap was once there. Unlike the plant in the kitchen sink, the plants in here are without color. The bathtub is stained pink, with grime covering its wall and curtain. It's likely it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, even before the house was abandoned. On the bathtubs edge sits a pink and glittery rubber duck and a much smaller yellow rubber duck. The paint on its little orange nose has worn away in some spots. It seems well loved.

Down the hall, if you open the second door to the left, you'll find the master bedroom. The door has scratches at its bottom, the top layer of wood has been practically torn off. The only thing left in the dusty room is a raggedy bed. The bed is hastily made with pillows strewn about. A lump so perfectly mimicking a body pushes up the decades old quilt. Pulling away the quilt shows sheets hidden away underneath were eaten away by moths. Laying on top is a large doll. Looking at it now, it's surprising it seemed human from under the quilt. The left arm is missing, torn from the cloth body. A small teddy bear is tied to its right. It has little angel wings on its back. And does the doll. The dolls dress is styled to look like a white night gown. With it is a necklace. Or what really is a key strung on twine. The only rooms in the house with locks are the master bedroom and bathroom. Neither are key locks. Still, despite being left to guard the desolate room without its porcelain arm, the doll is well kept. Its curly white hair is without frizz, and unlike its feathered bed's sheets, her silk dress is clean and without holes. Her other arm and legs all have at least one band-aid on each limb. But porcelain skin doesn't bleed. Only air lays underneath. Yet the band-aids still remain. They covered little scratches. The child had loved it to pain, to injury, to aid, to treatment, to be cared for. It had been loved to humanity. Perhaps that it is what it means to be human.

The first door to the left is a child's bedroom.

It's empty.

With only a ladder left within it. The lights don't turn on anymore. One of the two bulbs is gone. The other light has died despite not being gone. There is no box of bulbs to replace it. Or any tools. The floor has no rugs or carpet. No painting, posters, or photos line the walls.

The final door.

Open it.

Does

it even

matter?

what it looks like..

what i look like..?

they won't care either way. they don't love me.

even the doll is more human than

me.

the river

near

see the graves

join

bury

not human

rotting.

[osamusbigtits]

osamu's home decor. thoughts 🎤

hehe I can always count on you

so many pictures. like I think it's a miya thing to have your house covered in family and friend photos

I don't think there any specific decor, but like there are knickknacks and it's very comfy living. like there's blankets on the couches, comfortable pillows. sometimes you'll see hoodies casually strewn about the house.

there are so many homemade aspects, like quilts, crocheted blankets, hand drawn pictures from kanako, knitted sweaters, etc

I think it's the type of house you walk into and immediately it feels like it could be home, you know? like it's tidy, but still a bit on the messy side, you feel?

[dazzlerazz]

hey! this is chance & here’s the prompt for week 6. what are your oc's bedrooms like? messy? neat? carefully designed? or a collection of their favorite things? you can verbally describe or use photos, whatever you think is best.

Robin's bedroom is sort of chaotic in the calm sense, the floor is clean and everything is neat, but certain parts are entirely unorganized, like their desk. It LOOKS neat, but only Robin truly knows how messy it is, if that makes sense. There's books everywhere but they don't read all that often,there's stacks of papers full of notes and random drawings. There's a flower vase on a shelf on the wall with a small bunch of violets in it right next to a model ship with water stains on it. There's cat toys on a chair in the corner, there's a pair of opera glasses on one of the other shelves. The bed is covered in pillows, no less than 5, and there's a big quilt on it, but it's never made. One or two of the pillows have fallen off the bed by now

There are papers nailed to the walls as if it was all one giant corkboard, notes written in a language that nobody else understands but them. The curtains are drawn so it's always dark, only to be pulled back when it's cloudy. There's a book for coin collecting sitting open on the foot of the bed that Robin somehow hasn't kicked off yet

I think my most favorite part about it would be that there's a rug in the room, and it displays the entire continent and all of the location names. The original image is too small so here's the best one I got that's up to date (I found a lot of big images but they displayed the names while the game was still in development, like Garg Mach, Brigit, and Fergus)

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[mickmundy]

sniper's loft bed headcanons pls 👁️👁️

omg.,., ehehe.,., i’m soo glad you asked this is something i am Not at All Insane About.,., ehee.,., and i actually think its probably for the best that i elaborate on this here since there really isn’t a graceful way to fit posts like this within a fic SKDFKSD so!! let’s get to it! starting off by saying i’ve been in and out of motorhomes, trucks with camper shells, vans, etc my entire life (though i would be doing it a lot more in my adult life if i could find ways to not have Every Bug On Earth eat me alive ;_; gwah!) so i guess i’m just a little biased for what i see In My Mind. i have yet to sketch out/floorplan out sniper’s van layout itself In My Mind but let’s just keep it vague enough to say it’s nothing flashy, but it’s cozy and Aged and… lived in! i’ve talked about it before in one of my Many headcanon posts but i think he was always taught that he doesn’t need material things and while i wouldn’t say he’s a hoarder by any means, i think he tries to convince himself everything in his home has a Practical Application just so he can justify hanging onto it! i think sniper is v sentimental and the stuff he chooses to keep might be a little “unconventional” by average standards (ie he doesn’t have lots of photos of his family, but kept his mum’s handmade quilts and his dad’s old knife and hunting rifle. also presses flowers and would keep the eggshell of when he and medic first ate breakfast in bed together, etc) but i could ALSO make a whole other post about just little knicknacks i think you’d find in sniper’s home at any given time HEHE… but i’m doing my best to stay on track so!!

i’m going to preface this with IM SORRY for the “pinterest looking ass” photos to describe what i’m talking about but just use this as a Basic Jumping Off Point. Not as the Literal Visual. work with me here… so i think sniper’s bed has LOTS of pillows and blankets. if you’ve ever slept in one of those loft bed camper van beds you’d know that those walls are cold and hard and don’t really hold heat in all that well! i think the blankets are a combination of furs he has (though he rolls up and stores them when its hot out), sherpa/wool, knit blankets and quilts, etc. all of different sizes and weights. whatever makes him comfortable! pillows are extremely worn in (as are the blankets; you could find lots of mends on them!) and comfortable just the way sniper likes them. i think he has so many layers because he sleeps naked and likes to be able to adjust what parts of his body are covered and what parts aren’t. he’s the king of sticking one of those loooong legs out of the covers, or having only his tummy covered and the rest of him exposed, etc! he likes being able to change things quickly to suit his needs. this is also great for draping something over his shoulders when he’s laying out on top of his van at night watching the stars or sitting in a lawn chair feeding hoots!

the space is small, so i think he’d also have a “nightstand” which really is just a “coffeetable book” (ie a big-ish hard cover book) of some subject he’s interested in that he’d keep pressed against the “long wall” of the camper that has just a battery-powered plastic lantern (for reading before bed ehe) on it, a worn-out old book of poetry or some kind of book he’s read a thousand times that he likes skimming before bed (this is not to be confused with the Utility Books he reads at others times about survivalism, gun cleaning, etc. this is a Wind Down Specific book), and aheh, when he starts really falling for medic, something else too… but i’ll discuss that later in my fics! ;-) if i’m being really self-indulgent i think he also has a stuffed animal from his childhood that he’s still hung onto all these years, but he keeps him stored away safely in a pillowcase because he doesn’t want it getting lost or damaged! :’( also he’s just a huge cuddlebug imo, so he likes having things he can Grab or fling his leg or arm over in his sleep (pillows, bunched up blankets, etc)! the space is small but he makes it very homey! HEHEHE

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Sweet Dream

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: Nikki turned over as she held the quilt, a sweet smile on her face.

Narrator: Nikki returned to her childhood in her dreams...

Narrator: Everything seemed familiar in the quiet morning.

Narrator: It was a warm spring day with a gentle breeze.

Narrator: Birds sang. Sunlight cast the curtain's shadow on the quilt. The soft pillow smelled like scented soap.

Narrator: In her dreams, Nikki returned to her childhood, when she sweetly slept with a stuffed lamb in her little bed.

Narrator: Family photos hung on the wall, and a photo album sat on the table. Nikki's childish handwriting was scrawled in a notebook.

Narrator: The clock ticked as if nothing had changed.

Narrator: It was an ordinary day. Mom took Nikki to school on her way to work. After that, it was Dad's turn to watch her.

Nikki's Dad: Time to get up, Nikki.

Nikki's Dad: Nikki.

Narrator: After her name was called a few times, her eyes opened slowly. She had a sleepy face and a confused look in her eyes.

Nikki's Dad: Get up! I'm taking you to a nice and fun place today!

Narrator: Nice? Fun? Nikki was suddenly full of life.

Nikki: Sure! Where are we going, Dad?

Narrator: Nikki sprung out of bed as she spoke, running toward the door on bare feet.

Nikki's Dad: Put on some shoes and wash up. We'll head out after breakfast!

Narrator: Beautiful flowers sat in a glass vase on the clean table. The flowers had a homey, sweet scent.

Narrator: The bright yellow omelette Mom had made was still warm. It had a ketchupy smiley face that seemed to say good morning to Nikki.

Narrator: Nikki gulped down her milk, giving herself a milk mustache.

Narrator: Dad was holding a large bag that held not only a camera but lenses of different sizes.

Nikki: Are we going to take pictures today, Dad?

Nikki's Dad: Yes. Will you be my model, Nikki?

Nikki: Sure!

Narrator: They got into the car. Nikki slept for the entire drive.

Nikki's Dad: I bet she stayed up late to read comics and talk with Yoyo last night...

Narrator: He couldn't help but smile at her. He was afraid she would catch a cold, so he covered her with another coat.

Narrator: Nikki felt this warmth outside of her dream, too.

Narrator: It's been so long since I first came to Miraland. Is my family still doing okay?

Narrator: She missed her dad so much, even just seeing him in a dream was a delight.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

[majorshatterandhare]

[ID: Eight photos of three house cats cuddling. One cat is an orange tiger with a white chest, chin, and front paws and olive eyes. One cat is a striped brown tabby with blue-green eyes and black paw pads. The final cat is a classic blotched and white tabby with green eyes.

In Photos One through Six and Eight the cats are laying on a white pillow-bed, while in Photo Seven they are laying on a blue quilted cover. In Photos One through Five and Seven a white wall or a white wall corner can be seen, while in Photo Six a light colored wooden floor is visible and in Photo Eight nothing can be seen beyond the pillow.

Photo One: taken from in front of the cats, they are laying chest to back and chest to back, like they are three spoons. The striped tabby is furthest from the camera with its chin resting on the head of the blotched and white tabby, whose chin is on the head of the orange tiger. All three cats are looking at the camera, but the striped tabby’s eyes are partially closed. The striped tabby’s arm is draped over the other two.

Photo Two: the same as Photo One, except the striped tabby has its head lifted a bit off of the pillow and the arm on the pillow is visible sticking out from under the heads of the other two. The orange tiger is yawning and its head shifting results in the blotched and white tabby’s chin being pushed up and its face harder to see.

Photo Three: similar to the last two, but the photo is angled a bit more to look at the heads. All cats have their eyes closed. One paw of the striped tabby is resting between the blotched and white tabby’s and the orange tiger’s heads; the other sticks out from under the blotched and white tabby’s head. One of the blotched and white tabby’s paws is sticking out from under its head, next to/on top of the striped tabby’s paw; the other rests on top of the orange tiger.

Photo Four: taken from the body of the cats, they are on their sides, the striped tabby is furthest to the right and closest to the camera. Next is the orange tiger, who’s paws rest on the body of the striped tabby. Furthest to the left, furthest to the top, and furthest from the camera is the blotched and white tabby. All cats’ eyes are closed. The canines of all three cats are visible even though their mouths are closed.

Photo Five: similar angle to Photo Four, now the furthest right and closest to the camera is the orange tiger, with the striped tabby next and closest to the bottom of the frame, and the blotched and white tabby is furthest left, furthest from the camera, and closest to the top of the frame. The blotched and white tabby’s paw is on the body of the striped tabby and the striped tabby’s head is barely visible. All cats’ eyes are closed. The canines of all three cats are visible even though their mouths are closed.

Photo Six: taken from above, on the left side of the frame the orange tiger lays on its belly, it’s head is turned a bit toward the lower right of the frame, towards the other two cats. The striped tabby is in the middle of the three, on its back, with its paws raised above its head. Its eyes are closed. The blotched and white tabby is in the lower right of the frame and laying mostly facing the left, but slightly on its back. Its eyes are just barely open and its paws are in the air, with one leg in the armpit of the striped tabby.

Photo Seven: taken from a somewhat above angle, the cats are in, sort of a messed up spooning position, where the orange tiger is furthest right and its head is closer to the camera with its butt further away. The striped tabby has its head and front legs on the orange tiger, with the front paws on the other side of the cat from its body. The butt of the striped tabby is closer to the camera than its head. The blotched and white tabby is in a similar position to the striped tabby, coming from behind, with its head on the chest of the striped tabby and its arms draped over the other’s body. The blotched and white tabby also has its butt closer to the camera, but it is more sideways than the striped tabby.

Photo Eight: another mostly top-down photo of the cats’ heads and chests. The striped tabby is furthest to the left and top of the frame, with its head wrapped around the blotched and white tabby, who is closest to the bottom of the frame. The orange tiger is furthest right. Both the striped tabby and the orange tiger are facing in towards the blotched and white tabby, whose body is facing right, but whose head is turned up away from the pillow. Only the blotched and white tabby has its eyes open and it looks like its eyes are being forced open by stretch on its skin. Its teeth and just the edge of its tongue are visible.

End ID]

[thedowncomforterstore]

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Rugs and Curtains

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[kitstorm]

if you were a calendar, what pictures would you have for each month? btw you dont have to answer with actual pictures (unless you want to!) you can just describe them lol

OOOH

January: Snowy mountain side. There are trees covered in snow, and a deer far in the background. The sky is grey

February: Pretty in pink cartoon! Hearts and bows and ribbons and cake and lace and a girl wearing a dress. All in bright pink and cartoony.

March: A photo of a rainy window on a rainy day. Out side there is blurry blobs of flowers blooming and bright trees.

April: A bright realistic watercolor painting. It's of a bird on a branch covered in berries with blue and green splotches in the back.

May: Its just a nice attic open to the sky with tea and books. Quilts and pillows are piled in the corner.

June: A photo of a picnic piled high with food and sweets and pastries.

July: Fire works! Its all dark with monochrome backgrounds

August: It's all a orange lineless digital art of a plain. Theres sun.

September: Ye Olde library with sunbeams falling on open books and notes. Magical looking diagrams sparkle in the sun.

October: The TMA entities icons

November: Scraggly trees, and falling leaves, and a steaming hot chocolate. It's drawn in the anime genshin style.

December: A painting of a cottage at night, covered in snow. Softly glowing incandescent lights glow underneath the snow, sparkling like the stars