#timeless fic prompt

[quietwingsinthesky]

Theta/Koschei

Koschei decides to ‘force a regeneration’ to see if it gets rid of the drums.

I’ll let you decide at which point in that process Theta finds him.

>:) (<- evil)

The first thing Koschei hears is Theta-

No, the first thing he hears is the drums. He cringes in on his new body, its limbs awkwardly long and its hair in his face. He claws at his head, and when his nails aren’t strong enough to get inside and scratch the noise out, he starts pounding at his temples. It only encourages the drums to get louder. All he can smell is bitter metal, on his skin, in his mouth, soaked through. It was supposed to be cast off a new regeneration, so why is his blood still clinging to him?

He feels the hands wrap around his wrists and force him to stop. He feels the body kneeling next to his. “You jumped,” Theta hiccups. “You jumped!”

Koschei peers up at the cliffs above. The skies look like they’re burning overhead. Good, he thinks, good, burn down with me.

Him at the edge. Theta frozen feet away. An expression on their face he’d never seen, no matter how much they’d gotten into trouble in the past.

He scared his friend.

“I- I couldn’t move,” Theta says, like they need his forgiveness. “I tried! I couldn’t move! You jumped!”

“It didn’t work,” Koschei says, unable to summon up more reaction than a statement of fact. Theta shivers and wraps around him. They’re shorter than him. He didn’t think about that—only the blessed promise of relief. It’s all that he can hold onto now, Theta’s terrified expression as he tilted over the edge and their body, too small to bundle him up in their arms anymore like they used to. They bury their tears in his hair.

“Of course it didn’t work. You can regenerate, you can’t-” Their voice shatters. Koschei tries to be gentle, but he flinches at the pounding in his head, shoving Theta’s shoulder. Stubbornly, they hold on tighter. “I won’t let you go back up there. I won’t.”

“It didn’t work,” he repeats, like it’ll make sense to them. It hits him, suddenly, what he’s done. The obviousness of it, his whole body a betrayal of a moment’s grasp at peace, how could he- He wants to hide in Theta’s arms, but he can’t, he’s too tall.

“I did this,” Theta says. “It’s my fault. I did this.”

“No,” he snaps. He won’t have it taken from him, even as he can’t look at the shame of it. It was his choice; he jumped. “You told me to get away from the edge.”

“Shut up!” Theta is trying to crush him. His ribs ache from the way their fists jam into his sides. “I pushed you, understand?” He wriggles.

“You didn’t-”

“Koschei, you jumped,” Theta says, voice gone near a whisper again, and he listens to that more readily than he does when they match his volume and fight with him. “I don’t know what they’ll do to you if you jumped.”

He understands.

“You pushed me,” he agrees.

“It was an accident,” they build.

“The wind was too strong. I lost my footing.”

“And I pushed you too hard. We shouldn’t have been this close to the edge.”

“I forgive you.” Theta’s breathing stutters.

“You have a stupid amount of hair now,” they mumble. Koschei agrees. His head hurts so much, and he can’t place what’s worse: the drop after sudden regeneration, or the fresh bruises from hitting himself, or the drums, they’re louder now, he made them louder-

“It didn’t work,” he says a final time, no longer numb to it. His vision blurs, and his breath is coming one-two, three-four, one-two, three-four, stop it, stop it, stop it!

Theta touches his face, smearing his tears over his cheeks. They jam their forehead forward, close the distance until the entire universe is the two of them, alone.

He has to escape somehow. He grasps at Theta’s mind, not calm, always whirring and humming but quiet compared to his. He sinks into them with a sob.

They’re still there, in the back of his head, beating away.

He tries to pretend it’s only the sound of Theta’s hearts.

Maybe, for a moment, he even believes it.

[landwriter]

Are you doing the Spotify wrapped thing as well? If so, could I ask for the Nr. 4? If not, just ignore this, it's just that I have resigned myself to appear as the greedy being I apparently am and figured I'd just ask.

greedy beings unite <3

this is the incredible, perfect, flawless Hot Knife by Fiona Apple. i would write a meta/personal history on it

originally i was going to sort of throw up my hands and say it's just oaths - it is so incredibly oaths: two people who are very much a bit unhinged by one another, both hot knife and butter at once, hearts made cinemascopes etc.

BUT - butter, okay, hot knives, ok, perhaps - Hob is a scruffy professional baker who owns a little patisserie and Dream is a miserable IP lawyer at his family's law firm, which is incidentally located only two blocks away on the other side of a small city park.

Perhaps - one day a harried Matthew bursts in to Hob's bakery and says, since it's empty, and he has a flair of the dramatic, "I need all of your croissants for my lawyers." The caterer hadn't shown up and Matthew had actually been jogging down the street in his dress shoes and panicking when he saw Hob's storefront. The meeting starts in ten minutes.

"How many?" asks Hob.

"Lawyers, or croissants?"

And so Matthew leaves three minutes later with two dozen croissants, muffins, and a couple palmiers for good measure, as well as a sympathetic grin. When Dream, who is hanging on by, and I cannot stress this enough, an absolute thread, absent-mindedly shoves a blueberry muffin in his mouth, he pulls out his phone right in the prep meeting and texts Matthew at his desk: Who made these

Matthew writes a very hot dude who had flour on his face and then decides he likes his job, actually, and texts Dream the name and address of Hob's shop.

Dream means to go, but work comes first, and he keeps finishing long after they're closed. One day he finishes so late it's actually close to the bakery's opening hours, so, exhausted, he decides to show up.

Hob normally wouldn't answer the door except anyone who can knock loud enough to be heard over his music is probably the cops or the fire department - which is enough to get him out of the kitchen, and then when he sees Dream, he decides to open up anyways. He can tell this man isn't up early at 6 AM, he's up late, Hob knows the look - and also, well, he's beautiful, so he unlocks the door while Exodus' Toxic Waltz is blaring from the back, is halfway through apologizing for the mess and music (Why is apologizing? He's not even open yet.)

Dream blinks once, slowly, and when he opens his eyes again he understands he's fallen in love. He puts this knowledge aside for the moment, and stiffly offers his hand to shake (Oh, shit, sorry, yeah, let me just - oh god I've gotten flour on your suit) and introduces himself. "Do you have any more blueberry muffins?"

Hob, even though he has a thousand other things to do, for some reason hears himself saying, "For sure, yeah. I mean. Not right now. But I could. If you want to come in and sit?" and then mortifyingly continuing to say, "I have a coffee machine - I mean, I don't use it, but I have it, I'm pretty sure it works - do you want a coffee, are you going for the full 24 hours thing, or if not, I do also have a shitty couch in the office, you can nap?"

Then he realizes he needs to let go Dream's hand.

And so begins our love story, in the liminal hours between night and day, when Hob wakes up early to bake and Dream finishes work late. They make a routine of it, and although Hob is a little freaked out by Dream's apparently work-life balance and sleeping schedule, he doesn't mind the company, doesn't mind it either when Dream just shuffles to his back room and curls up on his sofa, because at least he's sleeping sometime.

They both try and impress the other - Dream by requesting increasingly obscure confectionery, Hob by nonchalantly making it perfectly. (He thinks he's found the culinary history book Dream is using and is staying one recipe ahead, in secret.) They both challenge each other and get under each other's skin, and think about the other person far, far, too much than appropriate. I think this one would be mostly sweet (ha) but with some proper actual We Can't Be Together Because of X or Y obstacles. I think this is the sort of story where they actually have a huge blowout argument in the second act about, like, the protestant work ethic, because they might be nursing massive crushes, but they also both are nursing massive proprietary feelings as a result, and have very different values surrounding work and hedonism and a life well-lived etc. Do they work it out! I think so! I don't think they can stay apart! And every chapter would be titled after a thematic baked good.

(p.s. alternative song mood for this fic: The National's Fake Empire) (p.p.s. i do imagine dream in this as one of those lawyers who makes buckets of money and drops a LOT of it on his version of therapy, which is gradual progress on like, an entire gorgeous tattoo bodypiece, some gorgeous hyper surreal cosmology thing, and i do think hob accidentally walks into a post one day when he glances into a tattoo shop where dream happens to be having his monthly session)

[lilac-hecox]

For Ian's day, can I have some parent!Ianthony?

Ian/Anthony - Timeless Coda

I decided to make this an addition to the universe of my fic Timeless which is @wiggog-y-hecox's universe where Angela is the biological daughter of ianthony that travels back in time to work with her dads!

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“Ian! Where’s the extra wipes?” Anthony calls from the nursery.

“Uh, the closet…I think?” Ian yells back.

Anthony has their infant daughter held out in front of him. She smiles at him big and gummy, and Anthony’s heart goes soft, but she also smells horrible, hence the holding her away from him. He pulls her close and holds her one armed so he can open the closet door. On top of the dresser that is stuffed with an array of onesies, pajamas, outfits, clothes gifted by their excited parents, co-workers, and friends. Angela has more than she could ever want, is a few packs of wipes. They’ll have to order more soon.

There’s the sound of footsteps and then Anthony hears Ian much closer.

“Find them?”

Anthony pulls back. Angela squeals upon seeing Ian and waves her arms excitedly.

It’s still a little strange, knowing this small infant is their co-worker and future adult daughter Angela. Right now, she’s round-faced, adorable ten-month-old with dark brown hair like Ian’s, and big brown eyes like Anthony. She’s so cute, and already loves to make them laugh, loves to see people giggle at her and be the center of attention. It isn’t hard now to see how she winds up being the Angela that ends up at Smosh.

Her favorite thing lately is waving, and she curls her hand in a wave and mumbles out a tiny “Hi!”

Ian smiles and he goes to take her from Anthony, but then he catches a whiff of her diaper and backs up, “Oh my God.”

“Yeah,” Anthony says, tickling her cheek and hearing her giggle, “Someone is super stinky.”

Ian takes the wipes instead and Anthony carries his wiggling daughter to the changing table in her bedroom. Future Angela, adult Angela, she had approved of the nursery. The soft pastels, the gold accents, the white furniture.

Adult Angela left their time shortly after the past version of herself was born. Having two versions of the same person around could make too many paradoxes, could cause issues, and so reluctantly, Angela left to her own time. She’s missed by the Smosh cast and crew, and the fans are always asking for her to return. It is strange to miss her, to miss her and be around her at the same time. Ian’s caught Anthony watching compilations a few times, clips of all her best moments on Smosh or times she’s interacted with them on film, Anthony in bed, with their daughter on his chest, misty eyed as he watches clips that contain both the past and the future.

Anthony quickly changes their daughter, Ian serving as the distraction, making stupid faces at their kid as she breaks down in giggles and tries to snatch a handful of Ian’s mustache or his glasses off his face.

When she’s clean Ian is the one that picks her up and she does grab two fistfuls of his cheeks and facial hair.

“Ow…” Ian groans as he carefully pries her tiny hands off his face, “don’t hurt dada.”

“Dada!” Angela squeals.

Ian laughs, he points at Anthony who is throwing away the used diaper into the trash can in her room.

“And who’s that?”

“Pa!”

Anthony goes to wash his hands in the nearby bathroom. After they got into a long-term relationship they bought a house together, keeping the Smosh house, and their old individual houses. Angela doesn’t like to spoil the future too much, but her eyes had widened the first time she had saw their house.

“This is my childhood house, where I grew up,” she had said fondly, wiping her eyes.

It warms Anthony’s heart to know already that this house he and Ian and their daughter live in, it’s their forever home, the home they raise their little girl in, where they are happy, where she grows up, where they eventually adopt their extremely spoiled dog and own an extremely fancy coffee maker.

Ian carries Angela out to the living room, baby proofed for Angela’s protection. There’s a scattering of infant toys and as soon as Angela sees her toys she wriggles in Ian’s arms to be placed on the floor.

“Alright, here,” he says, setting her down.

Angela stands on wobbling legs before she falls on her cute freshly diapered bottom.

Anthony slides next to Ian and tucks an arm around his waist, watches as Angela scoots herself across the floor to attack her favorite stuffed animal, some soft and fluffy bunny that Chanse had bought for her as a present a few months ago and she hasn’t been able to put it down since.

“She knows we’re besties,” Chanse had said, looking fondly at the baby version of Angela, “she’s gonna take care of my ass when I’m old and decrepit.”

“Hey, hey, she’ll be busy taking care of our ancient asses,” Anthony said.

“Like you don’t think she’ll stick you in a home first chance she gets,” he said with a laugh.

“Ang would never do that to her dada and pop-pop would she?” Ian had said to her. She smiled at him and let out a giggle.

The Smosh cast and crew love her obviously. Whenever she goes to the office with them – because now it has its own operating daycare room on site – they are quick to fawn over her, talking to her, making her laugh. Anthony and Ian figure it’s their way of coping, their way of loving Angela, the one they know that everyone misses.

Anthony presses a kiss to the top of Ian’s head. It feels like a miracle still that they ended up here even though they both had visible proof three years ago when their future selves had visited the past. Between the time their past selves visited and until they got together, Anthony always wondered what event it would be that would kick it off, make them finally realize they wanted to be together. Looking back now, it just sort of happened, it was natural, as natural as breathing.

“Love you,” Anthony whispers to Ian.

Ian smiles and leans up on his tippy toes to kiss Anthony on the lips.

“I love you too.”

[tortoisesshells]

One word prompt: Flynn & Lucy + night

Once again, I must apologize for playing fast and loose with the prompt. This is more "nightfall" than "night", but:

“Have you ever seen anything like it?” Lucy asked, thinking she would have gestured to the fading light in the sky if she could have borne unwrapping her heavy wool shawl for the half-second it would have taken to point – but they did not call 1816 The Year Without A Summer for nothing. She was freezing as she stood in the twilight, the sunset gone and the vivid reds and yellows fading by the second – and Flynn seemed struck by it, too. Some seconds passed, and he looked down, to address her: “A fire, or an eruption?” “Tambora,” she replied, nearly flubbing and saying Krakatoa, as usual – and thought, too, of how this slotted into teaching the survey course: the fun little tidbits about the Shelleys and Polidori and Byron at the Villa Diodati, the crop failures in New England that would drive settlers west and drive Manifest Destiny like a railroad spike in the land. She had watched smokey skies and wildfire sunsets in California, either two years ago or two hundred years in the future. Whether it was oncoming frostbite or fear or wonder or the Romantic’s sublime she was feeling, she couldn’t say, but certainly did not protest when Flynn nodded towards the tavern ahead, promising a windbreak and warmth.

Send me character(s)/a ship and a one word prompt, and I will write a five sentence fic about it.

[winterarmyy]

Thin Walls, Thin Lines

What will happen if a fuckboy falls in love with a hopeless romantic?

Summary: Modern society surely had corrupted the mind of the hundred-something year old man, Bucky Barnes, when he seemed to have forgotten the art of courting a lady. Lost in lust and pleasure, he had been indulging with endless array of different girls on his bed almost every night. And the opposite side of that thin walls of his room, lives a hopeless romantic who he was madly in love with.

Navigation: Original Version || Deleted Scene* (alt. ending)

Pairing: fuckboy!bucky x female!reader

Words: 4.9k++

Warnings: avenger au, explicit language/contents, angst, lil bit of drama, fluff, please bare with the fuckery of bucky barnes, reader is sensitive yet quite fiesty too. i can't backup steve on this one, he is on his own.

A/N: As you can see from the navigation bar, we have two different endings for this fic, because I am greedy and indecisive. The original version ended with fluff and the deleted scene (alternate ending) ended with absolute filth of a smut. So... enjoy! 💕

P/S: And this is also my submission for @jessybarnes 's writing challenge. I have chosen "Kiss me again" from the prompt list and I hope you like the way I used it in this fic!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N has always been a hopeless romantic. She dreams of a love like the ones she read in books. She craved someone who loves her so deeply that she could never find peace in anyone else but him. She wanted all the love songs and poetry to be reminders of him; his beauty, his charms.

Fresh flowers, stargazing, coffee dates, kisses that tastes of cotton candy, warm cuddles, and every little things in between; she longed for it all. She dreams of a love that is so consuming until all that's left in that small bubble of infatuation is their entangled soul mending each other to the bone.

That's what makes her a hopeless romantic.

And very much the opposite of her was Bucky. He is an infuriating flirt. There's not a day goes by that he doesn't call her with sickeningly sweet nicknames; doll, gorgeous, princess, darling, you name it. He will definitely drop some suggestive lines at any given chance and most of the time when she least expected.

He can charm anyone just by his presence, and if you're lucky enough to get one of his infamous smile; then you best believe that you won't be going home alone that night, or able to walk proper the next morning. He is the typical playboy you know and hate; very often she'll see different girl in his arms or on his bed. And that man seemed to not know when to stop. Sometimes, she do wonder if he ever got tired of sex. Because she knows for certain that he can go on and on for hours, daily.

"Fuck,, that's it. Spread your legs for me. Yeah, 'atta girl."

Speaking of the devil.

This has been recurring for months now. It seems like the man never sleep because his voice would always wake her up. She couldn't decide what was worse; between being forced to hear the sounds of the skin slapping, the bed creaking, him groaning and her squealing or being a super light sleeper that even a whisper in her room would jolt her awake.

Y/N let out an annoyed grunt when she swoop her head under the pillow, hoping to silenced the noises even just a little bit. Surprise; it didn't help at all. Her body cringed and her face contorted into a squint when she hear the other woman announcing her release as the headboard hits the wall a little harder, a little faster.

Bucky Barnes sure is a fuckboy but unfortunately for her, he is also the man she fell in love with.

She refused to show it, but lord knows how much her heart simply swell to the sight of his smile. Despite the flirtatious tendencies of his, there was something about him that attracted her like a magnet; or like a moth to a flame.

Maybe it was his old soul, or maybe because she saw glimpses of timeless charm in him; the way he moves, the way he gazes, and the way treated her. Nevertheless, it was such a devastating thing for someone like her to fall for someone like him.

The last thing she wanted in a man, is to look at her like she was just a good fuck and nothing more. She just couldn't imagine herself to be tied with someone like that. And Bucky was exactly that someone.

Y/N haven't been able to get more than 2 hours of sleep for months now. The lack of it had caused her to drastically lose physical strength and lately fatigue has been a constant presence as well.

So she decided to go the medbay to consult Dr. Cho about it. After running some tests, she sat her down for some Camomile tea as she went through the results, "It seemed like the severe lack of sleep had took a really heavy toll on you."

Y/N sighed as she place the tea cup on the back on the table, "Yes, I am well aware of that. That is precisely why I am here."

"Nightmares?" Dr. Cho speculated.

If the definition of nightmare is 'the moans of the man, that she had a crush on, fucking someone else next door' then, yes. She was having long and nearly endless nightmares for months now.

"Something like that." She lied.

"Then, I have some medication that I can prescribe to you. You should take it daily after dinner and..." Before Dr. Cho managed to finish her instructions, Y/N quickly asked, "Is it possible to fix me without meds?"

Dr. Cho frowned curiously, "Why wouldn't take meds? That's the quickest way to help for your situation, as far as I know." she asked.

This was not her first rodeo; she had troubles sleeping back when she was merely teenager. And the last time tried using meds, she ended up almost overdosed herself from it, "It's just... I prefer not to." she evaded.

Dr. Cho nodded understandingly before clarifying the current situation, "Well then, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. Though some research suggested that meditation routine before sleep can help. Or putting up some natural ambience like the sound of rain or waves--"

Y/N wasn't really listening after the first sentence. Because all she could thought of was how much longer she can bare with this and what will it take for her to finally snap.

Y/N was dying. At least it felt like it.

With her deprivation of sleep and the intense combat training she had to go through today, her patience was reaching it's limit. After visiting the medbay 2 weeks ago, she had tried to approach Bucky about it but he always took it lightly.

There was series of insincere apology followed by a cheeky promise to 'keep the tone down' for her. But nothing changed. She asked him again and again; days gone by he didn't live up to the end of his bargain.

For those past week, Y/N had resorted to sleep in the living room for most of the nights. How she dreaded to leave her comfy bed but she could no longer tolerate the sounds coming from the other side on the wall. Though she still jolted awake from time to time due to how uncomfortable it was sleeping on a couch, but at least she got more than 2 hours of sleep if she was to compare to the nights she slept in her own room.

It's not she didn't notice it at all; she knew exactly how and why it happened. The habit of microsleeping that she developed during the course of this training. The slowed reaction time, the lack of energy, she can feel it. But, there was nothing she can do about it.

The only cure for this was to get some rest. A proper rest. And that can't happened, not without Bucky's cooperation.

When Y/N was marching towards the sargent who was sitting way across the gym; she could see how his eyes undress every piece of her clothing, how his tongue rolled out and his teeth sunk into his lips.

She wasn't even wearing anything remotely provocative but here he was lusting over the way her hips sway especially when he was the one she's walking towards.

The moment she stood in front of him, his mouth lifted into a smirk, "Yes, princess. How may I be of your service?" His voice was sultry and the way he towers over made her slightly nervous for no reason.

Her heart fluttered, yet her lips refused to form a smile, "Don't call me princess."

"I apologize, my queen." Bucky gave her a cheeky smile.

Y/N didn't want to drag this any longer than she should, so she quicky jump into it and said, "So you know how I’m like-"

"-absolutely embarrassingly in love with me? Yes, I'm familiar go on." Bucky cuts in. If panic ever rose in her chest, then she was doing an incredible job of hiding it, "Can you just shut up for a second and take me seriously?"

His eyes glint with flirtaous mischief when he replied, "Doll, you know the fastest way to shut me up is to kiss me."

Y/N simply sighed before she began to rant, "I really don't have the mood for this banter with you, Barnes. I just want you tone down your nightly routine. It is because of you I've been having trouble sleeping and--"

He quickly stopped her before she nags even more than she already did, "Okay, okay I get it. We've been through this, doll." Bucky's face lit up when he suggested, "How about I help you sleep, hmm? I may know a thing or two about tiring someone out." There was surely something unholy in those steel blue eyes of his.

And Y/N picked it up rather quick, but considering the amount of times he had insinuate something more than just a friendly banter, then of course she knew exactly what he was suggesting, so she simply replied, "No offense, Barnes. But, I don't do one night stand or no strings attached thing. And with a manwhore like you? No, thank you." sassy was her answer.

Bucky's head tilted back as he laughed, then when he spoke his voice was like a devil luring an angel to sin, "Oh babydoll, if I were to be a whore, it'll only be for you." He stepped closer so that only she can hear his confession.

His masculine scent hits her nose, mixture of the citrus cologne and his natural odour was just perfect. Annoyingly alluring; but perfect. And it took all her will to hold it together and blatantly rejects him, "Still not interested."

Bucky groaned in protest, "Come on, princess. You can't keep dreaming for some prince charming to court you, do you? You know that's probably never going to happen right?"

Surely he meant only to tease her; that it was less likely that an actual prince to romance her. Not that she did not deserve the world; she does. And Bucky was more than will to burn it to the ground if that's what she wanted.

But, Y/N didn't see it that way. She thought that Bucky meant that she is not worthy enough for a decent man to court her with respect and chilvary; that she was just a toy fit for fucking and nothing more. And the fact that her "insomia" had affected her usually high patience and reduced it to almost paper thin, it was only fair for her to finally snap.

She can tolerate his endless flirtation but she can't simple turn a blind eye for his insult.

Bucky was caught by surprise why Y/N harshly grabbed him by the collar, pushing him back and nearly stumbled; her eyes was pure fire when she growled, "Don't you dare mock the way I value relationship, Barnes." Her nose flared with anger and the commotion has attracted some prying eyes towards the two.

"Just because you enjoy fucking anything that breathes, that doesn't mean that everyone else does." She seethed, "The only cock that will be wrecking my pussy would belong to someone I love and if you have a problem with that, you can fuck right off." She forcefully pushed him until his ass landed on the bench behind him.

Her feet stomped all throughout her exit out of the gym, leaving Bucky in a blinking confusion.

He knew it was wrong.

It felt good. It felt right.

But, it was so fucking wrong.

To keep moaning Y/N's name when he railed those strangers to heaven; when he came so hard into the thin layer of condom. And it was always a soft and slow type of whimper, right in those girls' ears. So intimate, so careful not to let his secret out; knowing how thin the walls between him and the love of his life.

But, he certainly didn't care about the girl he was fucking. If it wasn't for his heavy body pinning her from behind, she would've elbowed him right in the guts for moaning another woman's name. Unfortunately for him, she quickly ditched and see herself out after the first round.

Now, he laid there; naked and bare. Thinking of how he simply couldn't help it. How could he not think of Y/N all the times? Not when he was deeply, helplessly in love with her. But, he knew she wouldn't bat an eye at him now that he had the reputation of a "fuckboy", as the young ones describes it. She especially made it clear today at the gym. She's never going to give him a chance now.

Not when she's a hopeless romantic. And the fact that he too was once the same was just aggravating to him. He was such a gentleman decades ago; before Hydra, before the war, when he was but a young man living Brooklyn.

His Ma had really shaped him into the perfect gentleman; every parents in the neighbourhood wanted him as their son-in-law. They claimed he would make the perfect husband for their daughters. But, things are different now. And he knew that the man he was before was long forgotten.

It was just curiosity at first; about how sex works in the 21st century. However, Bucky quickly fall into the promises of lust and pleasure; changing girls like changing clothes. He let himself dosed in ecstasy, as if it was a drug to silenced the dark and haunting memories of his past, like it was a quick escape from reality, from the Winter Soldier.

Then, Y/N happened.

Bucky never saw it coming; but, he fell. Hard.

They were colleague for years and had been a good friend he can rely on besides Steve. She was so sweet and pretty. Probably the most gorgeous woman he ever laid his eyes on, in the hundred something year old life of his. Most importantly, she was kind and patient and strong and fierce yet so unforgivingly selfless. 

But that didn't matter now, does it? Especially when she despise him. And it was all because of the unholy title he held.

At first Bucky didn't notice it, but now that he stepped closer into the living room, he heard it again. The rustling fabric, the quiet whimper coming from the sofa. His steps were as careful as a wolf on a hunt, stalking a hiding prey in between the trees.

If Bucky were to guess what he would find on a late night trip to the kitchen, he would've probably said 'ice cream' and not 'Y/N sleeping in the living room'. His eyes briefly raked her sleeping figure, curling uncomfortably into the pastel purple blanket. Then at the scattered pillows on the floor around her.

Why was she sleeping in the living room?

Another whine passed her lips and his attention was locked on her frowning face; it seemed like she was having a bad dream. Bucky carefully crouch next to her, and ravel in her beauty. Such delicate features, long lashes, pretty freckles across her nose, and those soft looking lips; he would kill just to taste her them, to sink his teeth in between them.

It worried him though; to see her sleeping here. She was clearly uncomfortable, it was a mystery that she managed to even fall asleep in the first place. Bucky suspected she simply passed out due to today's training. It was particularly hard, even for him. Let alone a normal human being like Y/N.

Not to mention the fight that they had.

Then, it clicked. The complains about how she had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just to make fun of him or tease him in any way. It was a plead. She needed to be heard and he completely blew her off with jest and jokes.

"Was it because of... me?" Bucky thought to himself. It all made sense now, "Shit." A curse rang in his mind when he bit the insides of his cheek. He was mad at himself. How could he be so insensitive? And he claimed to love her? Please. What an absolute piece of shit he was.

When Y/N began to toss and turn, her blanket fell from her body. Even in her sleep, the cold managed to catch her. She instinctively curled towards herself, seeking warmth but was no avail.

She look so small and Bucky felt a surge of need to cuddle her close, keeping her safe, keeping her warm in his arms. But if he does that, he'd probably get kicked in the nuts. So instead, he picked up the fallen blanket lay it back across her whole body; carefully not to disturb her sleep.

Bucky smiled softly when she snuggled into the fabric and before he walked away, he swore to stop this corrupting habit of his and apologize for being such a douchebag to her. And if he's lucky, maybe he could even properly court her.

But for now, he just needed to go through tommorrow's mission. So does everyone one else in the team.

"Do you realized what you have done?" Not matter how hard he tried to hold it back, everyone in the Quinjet can see how Steve was seething.

Y/N's lost of sleep had took a toll on her more than she realized now that it had affected her performance in mission. She tried to ignore the way she was basically seeing Steve's feet multiply by the second, and continued to look down in shame, "I'm sorry, Captain."

"Don't apologize to me. Nat's the one who got shot because of you!" He yelled as he pointed at the red haired woman at the side of the plane.

No matter how much she wanted to blame Bucky on this; how he literally robbed her from fulfilling her human needs to rest at night, but she just couldn't. It was her fault that Natasha got hurt. If she was more alert, she would've seen the enemy standing right in front of her. If she was awake enough, then Natasha wouldn't get hurt.

Tears threatened to form when she looked over at her dear friend, bleeding at the side, "I'm so sorry, Nat. I really am. I didn't know what came to me and I--"

"Oh please, I'd take a bullet for you any day of the week, honey." Natasha swiftly cuts into her apology, in attempt to diffuse the heated situation.

But, Steve totally disagree with her, "Don't make this 'okay', Nat. You almost died because for her carelessness. Being inadequate shouldn't be okay for any agent to do. It is extremely reckless and downright stupid."

There was a sound of a distant gasp from the pilot pit, "Language!" Tony was clearly trying to lighten up the mood but it failed rather miserably when no one reacted.

Steve had every right to be mad, especially when his girlfriend was injured because of this, but oh does it hurt to hear his stabbing words. It hurts more when it comes from the Captain America himself.

God, she was extremely tired.

Physically, mentally and that's what happens when a person is lack of sleep. Then when she thought about all her hardwork and struggles to train amongst the superhero themselves, she couldn't help but to crack; and the tears that was building up in her eyes finally fell.

When Steve saw it, he lost it completely, "Oh, you're gonna cry now? WOW. Real mature, y/n. You can't disappoint me more can you?" At that point, he was being a little too mean for anyone's liking.

Especially Bucky.

So Bucky slowly pulled Y/N back, and shielded her body behind his as he went on face to face with his bestfriend, "That's enough, Steve." He warned but Steve doesn't seem to get the idea, "No, Buck. Do you see--"

Bucky took one step closer, his menacing glare went right through Steve's soul, "I said... that's enough." He repeated his words. This time the message went through.

Steve gulped and cleared his throat as he waved a dismissing hand, "I expect a full report and a letter of apology from you when we get back, y/n." He ended his sentence with his back turned and then walked away towards his girl.

When Bucky turned around to face Y/N, she was but a crying mess. Tears kept streaming down and her lips quivered in so much sadness. Now, that she was in the light, Bucky could see the darker shades on the bag of her eyes.

This was his fault. If he just stopped goofing around and listen to what she had to say yesterday, she wouldn't need to go through this, "Oh sweetheart..." though he meant to call her in his mind, it might just slipped through his lips.

Y/N glared up at him, "This was none of your concern, Barnes." She spat.

He shrugged, "Well, lucky for you, I don't care whose it is. What I know is I care about you. Now, let's get that wound patch up." Bucky simply said, and that was when she realized that her ribs were slashed open, bleeding and torn. Maybe it was not too deep, that was why she didn't notice it.

But it is an injury nonetheless, and it was a surprise to her that Bucky noticed it. "I don't want your help." She frowned yet continued to sniffle.

"Yeah, but you need it." He replied as he carefully tucked the loose strand of her hair behind her ears.

Unable to think of any comebacks, she let her fatigue win over. Her lips shut tightly and her chest shuddered for breaths. And when Bucky took her hand in his and lead the way, her body instantly responded by gripping him tight.

Bucky's heart soared at the touch of her small hand in his, while fire was burning in hers.

She hates him. She hates how caring he can be. She hates how soft he was when handling her. And she hates how easy it was for him to make her fall for him even more.

Y/N's body quickly went on auto pilot; she let him undress the blood soaking top and patch her wounds. And Bucky let her cry her heart out on his shoulder all the way back home to New York.

That night when everyone had settled back to their own rooms, Y/N was prepping to sleep outside again. It was like a schedule for Bucky to always fuck whatever his frustrations out when they finished a mission.

And she doesn't want to hear any of it. Not tonight.

Thankfully, her wounds were mostly healed thanks to Dr. Cho and her ingenious of a machine, Cradle. That thing fixed the teared tissue right up with its regenerative  functions.

Now, Y/N just needs to endure the bruises but those are bearable. What she couldn't bear is the lack of energy and goodnight's sleep. She wished to just pass out for days and not wake up even if a prince came to kiss her to wake.

And she knew that sleeping in her room won't give her that.

Y/N piled her pillows and blanket on top of another before scanning the room one last time to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Because she was not planning to step foot in her room until dawn comes, hoping the sounds from the other side of the room died down by then.

When she was walking pass Bucky's, she noticed how awfully quiet his room was, but she didn't think about it too much. She waited for the elevator to open its door only to reveal the man himself, "Barnes."

He eyed how Y/N's figure almost hidden behind the piles of pillow in her hold. He stepped out as he asked, "Where do you think you're going?" Bucky knew exactly where but he was not having any of that.

It was weird to her that she didn't see any sign or Bucky's hook-up in his arms, but she bet that there will be one after she's gone downstairs, "Away from you, that's for sure." She said, taking a step into the elevator but instantly stopped the moment Bucky blocked her path.

Bucky lips flatten against each other; he didn't say anything, he only frowned down at her then simply grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to her room.

Utterly confused, "What are you doing? Hey, let go of me." She twisted her wrist in his hold, while trying to balance the pillows from falling. A useless trial it was; because who could even escape that metal grip of his.

Bucky quickly respond, "No. You're not sleeping on that shitty sofa tonight." He stopped in the middle of the corridor and turned to her, "You're injured, y/n. You need on a proper rest on a proper bed." He coaxed.

How did he know that she had been sleeping on the coach? She thought before saying out loud, "I'm fine, Barnes. It's not even that deep of a wound, the Cradle fixed it clean. So, can you just... let go of my hand?" She sighed.

But Bucky refused to even spare her a glance, he silently tug her and stomp his way towards her room. There waa retaliation on her side, but his lack of response had lead Y/N to her defeat. She begrudgingly followed his long strides until she they stood by her bed.

He snatched each of the pillows and blankets off her hands, while Y/N simply blinked speechlessly as she watched Bucky started set up her bed like he had been doing it everyday.

Weirdly, at times like this, she found him extremely lovely. There was no corny and flirty comment about her, or his annoying habit of teasing every little thing she does.

There was just a comfortable silence and a kind gesture; the type that pulled the red strings of her heart just enough to make her want to dream of him.

Fucking hell, she can't believe that he managed to do that again! Making her fall for his antics. He really needs to stop doing that, it's simply rude.

Y/N broke from her love struck trance when she felt his cold metal laced around her hand again, he pulled her closer, "Now hop on, bunny. You need to rest." He lead her under the blanket and she grumbled curses under her breath, something about he need stop calling her weird nicknames like that.

When she was well tucked in and comfortable, Bucky sat at the edge of the bed by her side and spoke, "I'm sorry. For not trying to listen to you at the gym yesterday. I was a jerk."

His apology was so sincere that Y/N caught herself in a shock. Who is this man? What has he done to Bucky Barnes?

His eyes lingered to the wall behind her bed as if he was trying to find the right words to address it, "About the noises..." he trailed, "...it'll stop from now on."

Oh. Nevermind. She liked this Bucky. She wants to keep him forever, "Really? You mean it?" There weren't any effort put to hide her excitement when her voice nearly squeaked.

Bucky chuckled amusingly at her reaction, "Really, doll. But, you gotta promise not to sleep on the couch again."

Sparks of joy filled her chest when he confirmed his decision. Sure, it was such a small favour to do to anyone. But, she appreciate his efforts to make amends. "Hmm, I promise." She hummed happily, blinking slow as the comfort of her bed lured her into a drowsy state.

"Thanks, Bucky." Her mentioned his name.

Thank god for the super sensitive hearing ability, cause Bucky surely love the sound of her voice whispering his name so softly, "For apologizing or for tucking you to sleep?" He jest.

It only made her eyes rolled to the side and a smile spread across her face, "Both." she said. "And for what you did on the jet."

Bucky simply shrugged as if it was a normal thing to do. But, it wasn't. It was rare for him to challenge Steve like he did. And he did it for her, "Really, I owe you one." She said assuringly.

A playful smirk pulled on Bucky's lips when he spoke "Doll, you shouldn't be saying that so carelessly. Who knows I might use it for despicable things." Surely, he love to be the cause to bloom those red shades on her cheeks.

But it didn't happened when she asked quietly, "Will you?"

And the silence that came after was heavy with tenderness while their eyes spoke the truth to one another. As the thin lines in between got blurry, for once, there was just streams of genuine feelings pouring out of them, leaking through and contaminating the air with its magic.

Would he? Take advantage of her?

How could he though? He loved her too much to even think of purposely hurting her. "No." Bucky replied as he leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, "Sleep well, princess." He mumbled against her skin.

And he pulled back, he grinned a cheeky smile. There it was; the pink blush on her face, wide surprise of her eyes and her slightly parted lips. She looked so adorable. He swore couldn't get enough of it.

"Kiss me again..." she nearly growled, but her blushing on her face didn't indicate anger, "...and I will choke you in your sleep." Though it was an attempt to threaten but typical of Bucky to just love to turn things around, "Hmm, is that an invitation, princess?" He purred and stole another kiss; this time, on her cheek. "Then, I will be looking forward to it." He whispered as quickly as he removed himself from the scene.

When he found his own bed, he couldn't help but to laugh at the muffled scream coming from the opposite side of the thin walls, "James. Fucking. Barnes!!!"

End.

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[musamora]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. implied breaking-and-entering, fireworks, metaphors about stars, soft!fyodor, he's secretly down-bad, he's also incredibly possessive. descriptions of moscow (red square, st. basil's cathedral), mentions of eastern european food (pirozhki), references to greek mythology (perseus and andromeda), jokes about greek incest. not proofread. 2.2k+ words.

author's note. starting the last of my fics for the year with the first bungou stray dogs character i've ever written for. thank you for such a lovely year! ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

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synopsis. within the last minutes of the year, sitting underneath the stars, two lovers discuss the stories mapped within constellations. in themselves, they find that some tales are timeless.

"It's so lovely at this time of night."

You couldn't contain your astonishment as flurries coasted to the earth in silent swells, dusting the city in a sheen of sparkling white. With an outstretched hand, you gathered flakes into your palm, admiring them before they melted with the heat of your skin. The riverside stilled as you coasted along the sidewalk, frozen in thickening ice as parents ushered their children away from its tempting surface. Tourists clustered under trees, shivering in their thin hats and coats as they underestimated the spite of Russia's wind. But despite the chill, there was an unmistakable gaiety in the air, smiles strewn on glassy faces as they awaited the new year.

You tailed behind Fyodor as he sauntered forward with broad steps, unable to catch your breath as the basket of freshly baked pirozhki settled heavily in your stomach. Your eyelids threatened to close as exhaustion crept into the corners of your vision; journeying between museums, promenading through parks, and scowering various foods had taken a toll on your energy.

You groaned. "Do we have to go tonight?"

He merely chuckled, the velvety bass of his voice tracing goosebumps down your spine, easily distracting you from the fact that he hadn't answered your question. Your field of vision spiraled into a haze, thoughts shot far in the distance despite the frost attempting to rouse you, left unaware as an assured hand ushered you inside a concealed entrance to the luminous structure slumbering outside of Moscow's main square. You walked forward into the endless darkness, only to bump into something sturdy. Your fingers carded through the puffed fur of Fyodor's coat, tugging on its ends.

"Fyodor?"

With a click, the room was brought to life. The high-vaulted ceiling outstretched to reach the heavens above, walls embellished with intricate frescoes of ancient Abrahamic tales. Flares of resplendent color danced across the floor as moonlight met glass, casting waves of softened light upon your skin. A labyrinth of winding corridors hid in the shadows, prompting any curious wanderer into a trove of antediluvian alcoves and chapels.

Your jaw dropped, gawking at every deliberate component. "What is this place?"

"It was a cathedral erected in honor of Tsar Ivan the IV." His gloved hand puckered altar cloth between his gracile fingers, tracing the embroidery as his mind drifted elsewhere.

You hummed, racking your brain as it itched in anamnesis. "Wasn't that the terrible one?"

He was silent as he released the fabric from his fingers, but the self-satisfied smirk told you everything you needed to know. "Indeed. This place once brimmed with life, hosting religious gatherings and services for the denizens of this city." His boots snicked against the tile, the noise reverberating as it spun towards the ceiling. "It has been left as a relic of time."

You ever-so-delicately brushed your hand against one of the columns, not wishing to disturb the peace of stillness and rest that blanketed the cathedral.

"How marvelous."

Your attention went astray as Fyodor tinkered at a lock, the hinges of a thin door ricketing with unsettling squeaks as he stood aside, uncloaking a never-ending staircase to the unknown.

"After you."

Your muscles cramped with every step, dread buried deep in your gut as your vision remained impaired, the flashlight beam smattering inconclusive rays of light as it aimed at your back. It was almost like the architects had attempted to reach the clouds, their grandiose endeavor churning a flare in your back as you slumped against the wall, your lungs burning with every passing moment. Your spirit was invigorated at the sight of a door through the dime ire of light, basking in your relief as you stepped out the door, the crisp breeze of winter striking your skin as—!

"W-Woah!"

Your feet teetered over the ridge of the roof; only your ankles remained flimsily rooted onto solid paneling as your arms swung out to balance yourself. Fortunately for you, an arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you back against Fyodor's chest. A quick peek upward towards his impish expression revealed everything you needed to know.

"You must be careful, любимая."

Your breath was shuddery, inwardly wavering on whether to punch him or kiss him, the indecisiveness reigning victorious as you pointedly ignored the mellifluous lilt of his tone, hands binding to his arm as your gaze locked onto the ground several hundred feet below.

"Good lord, we're high," you muttered between pants.

His arms braced you further against his chest, leaning away from the perilous drop. "You're trembling." The tension in your grip eased at the sensation of a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. "You know I'd never let you fall, hm?"

"Right." You released the amalgam of tense breath that clawed at your throat, able to balance on your own two feet as you settled your view to the skies.

Your feet shuffled across the panels as you slogged onto a wider expanse of the roof, slumping against a wall as the tension evaporated out through your fingers, the nightmare of plummeting from the roof erased from your mind. However, you swallowed a yelp as the flashlight flickered off, leaving the both of you enshrouded in complete darkness—at least for a brief moment.

Clouds stacked in bunched within the stratosphere, mirroring fragments of light that bounced from below in a nebulose aurora. But despite the wonderment of their decadence, they lost their luster once the stars peaked through their fogged edges, the finite speckles scattered like freckles across the canvas of the heavens. They felt close enough to touch if only you reached out toward them, daring to do so. Your fingers trailed maps of these celestial bodies, finding a sense of peace in their familiar patterns.

"Are you familiar with Ovid's Metamorphoses?" Your voice pierced through the silence.

"I can't say I am."

You withheld the impulse to laugh—he had the entire compendium of books in his personal library. It would be a surprise if he hadn't at least skimmed them, but you decided to humor him this once, scooching closer to point towards a specific cluster of stars.

"Those are the constellations of Perseus, the son of Zeus, and Princess Andromeda, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia."

You took his silence as an encouragement to continue. "Perseus found Andromeda chained to a rock as a sacrifice to the sea monster, Cetus, by her parents in order to save her home." Your fingers drew out the character within the stars, a grin upturned on your lips as you envisioned the archaic tale in your mind. "It was told that he found her so beautiful that he slayed the monster, rescuing her before fighting against her uncle for her hand-in-marriage."

"Her uncle?" Fyodor mused.

Your nose scrunched in a grimace. "There's a lot of that in those stories, I'm afraid."

"The couple went on to live happily ever after—an extremely rare ending to most ancient stories."

"There is a simple explanation for that," he replied.

You snickered, already aware that your open-ended commentary would eventually lead to some thoughts from the infamously brilliant man.

His eyes rolled in return at your amusement, disregarding the tightness of his chest. "We hold onto ancient tragedies because they are a reflection of life. Nothing in our world is as simple as a happy ending." A vacant look ruled over his features, a familiar expression that often shielded his thoughts within the dark, contemplative hours of the night. "Most aspired heroes never reach their potential due to their blind devotion to selfish aspirations and goals."

"You're right," you sighed, hands balled against the corner of his cape in an attempt to thaw your frozen fingers. You wanted to say more, but it felt like your mouth was cotton-filled. So, instead, you returned your eyes to the sky.

"Sometimes, I wish I was a constellation." He looked at you. "Even with its flaws, this world is undoubtedly beautiful from above. I like to think the stars admire us just as much as we do them."

And he didn't say anything more; he didn't need to. Instead, he reigned you onto his lap, his coat shrouding your shoulders as he shared its warmth. You leaned into his embrace, basking in the flutter inside your chest.

"You're awfully cold, милая," he grumbled, his fingers mapping your frigid palms.

"Our roles are reversed now," you quipped. "I hope you think about this the next time you decide to stun me with your hands in the morning."

"I'm afraid I might forget," he whistled.

"You little—"

But you found your voice hidden underneath layers of crackling. You ogled as fireworks wiggled their way into the night sky, shimmering onto the city square, the towers of the Kremlin becomen heavenly statues as their structures temporarily glistened. Without a second thought, you grabbed onto his hands, giving them a squeeze with each pop. You were so attentive to the collections of radiant sparks that you didn't notice the eyes boring into your skin; Fyodor's gaze averted from the fireworks to contemplate the interlacement of your fingers.

He surmised you were to be his future the moment you had locked eyes for the first time—his destined, pre-ordained other half as he journeyed to actualize God's promised land. It wasn't a surprise that someone was fated to remain in his keep—another loyal follower, too intertwined in their own aspirations to connect to his cause without deliberate guidance.

But not you. 

You may not have supported his cause with the devotion of his witless flock, but you understood it better than anyone. And most importantly, you understood him. You peered through his intricate plans and performative malice, reading into his cause as you unraveled his intentions. It had been an enticing cat-and-mouse game, the both of you constantly entangled in a mental match, intellect and morals clashing. He knew you were his perfect match from your analytic dexterity, but he had no idea that you would pull at the strings cast around his heart, ones he believed had been severed long ago.

His heart had never belonged to anyone or anything—his mind and will were forever devoted to his cause, but his heart hadn't beat since before he could even remember. The sudden constriction of his chest was so foreign.

You must've been quite the powerful woman to kickstart the heart of a demon, excavating a trove of humanity he had buried within himself with a simple glance of your eyes—and all without knowing, your gentle expression puncturing through his abstruse masquerades, somehow able to see everything except the turmoil that you left in the wake of your very touch.

He found himself less and less concerned about the echoed beat of his heart within the emptiness of his chest, too captivated by your smile as you beheld the heavens with a benevolent expression, savoring the burning red and gold sparks despite their dullness in comparison to you. In spite of himself, your everlasting happiness had become an intrinsic component in his plans.

You were made to remain at his side—not as a brainless devotee, but as his equal and often opposite. The world, so rotten yet somehow divine through your benevolent gaze, may try to pull you away, but he'd have no issue burning cities to their ashen roots if anyone dared attempt to pry you from his hold.

His lithe fingers outlined the constellations of every freckle and beauty mark, star patterns copied onto your skin as his touch drifted your attention from the flashes and flickers to him, your inquisitive eyes scanning his face as he remained unmoved.

"Федя?" 

He shuddered with unparalleled delight at the euphonious sound of his mother language slipping like honey from your tongue, foreign to your lips yet dulcet all the same. Your bonniness beaconed him forward, a heat flowering in his once cavernous chest as he captured your lips, which were as soft as the powdered snow that glinted on your skin. His heavy breath tickled your nose, which crinkled in tandem with your eyes as you drew him in for another. Words became meaningless, his skin seared like static as your arms drew him closer, skin scorched from the cold of your hands against the nape of his neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, ensuring that your empyreal features weren't veiled further as flakes of snow flurried once more, your parted lips and shallow breath leaving him in a helpless state of complete limerence. He stirred as his hand brushed against your pulse, your own heart racing concertly with his.

You parted in bittersweet bliss, yearning imbued in your bones as your hands drifted towards one another to intertwine. His forehead rested against yours, your shared breath permeating in spirals within the open air as he peered into your hazy, glossed-over eyes.

His hand cupped your cheek, the frame to a divine masterpiece. "Ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. Твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен." He had never looked at anyone like this before, his ire thawed by the brilliance of your tender gaze as if he had melted. "Я бесконечно благодарен, что Бог привел тебя ко мне."

And you laughed. "You know I don't understand anything you're saying, right?"

He kissed your forehead, concealing his smile as his lips pressed against your skin. "You will one day, солнышко. You will."

любимая = darling милая = dear федя = fedya ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен = you warm my soul, my gentle sun. your beauty is beyond comparison; your mind is beyond flaw. я бесконечно благодарен, что бог привел тебя ко мне = i am eternally grateful that god brought you to me. солнышко = sunshine

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 17: Timeless Revelations

Prompt: "Strangest thing I ever heard"

20 years ago, Scully tried to seduce Mulder and he had no idea - until now. Rating: T, wc: 841. Inspired by THIS post.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

Scully rolls off him with a sigh, kissing his chest and shoulder before she snuggles into his side. He doesn’t know what expression she’s sporting, but he’s grinning. In bliss. Of all the things Mulder missed about her, sex didn’t even make it into the top three – to his surprise. But he’s missed her. Missed being with her. All of it.

“That was good,” she says, sounding satisfied. After all these years, sleeping together feels like coming home. Like slipping into your coziest, warmest sweater on a cold winter night.

“Did I ride you speechless?” She hides her giggle against his rib cage. It’s one of his favorite things about making love to her; her playfulness. During the day, she conceals this part of herself beneath her professionalism and her suits, but he’s long found out about her secrets.

“Did you tire out your mouth?” she asks again and he pretends to be shocked by her crudeness. They share a grin and he leans over and presses a soft kiss against her lips.

“My mouth is fine,” he assures her. “A bit out of practice maybe.”

"Hmm, we can work on that." In these precious moments, she’s as open as a book, vulnerable and genuine. Like a vanilla orchid, she blooms for only a brief moment, but the beauty of it is the most spectacular reward he can imagine.

“You surprised me.”

“Hm?” He loses track of his thoughts, watching her. Her lips are thoroughly kissed and her hair a wild, chaotic mane. Her cheeks are rosy, and if anyone were to walk into the room right now, they couldn’t deny that they’ve just violated the Bureau’s policy against male and female agents consorting—or fraternizing—in the same hotel room. He can only hope that they’ve updated the rules by now.

“You and me, having relations while on assignment. I remember times when this was strictly off limits.”

“Mulder, we’re old,” she says matter-of-factly. “Us having sex while working this case won’t make a difference.”

“We can finally save the FBI some money and share hotel rooms,” he muses.

“In your dreams.” She taps her finger against his forehead. “I tried once, you know.”

“Tried what?”

“Seducing you.” She shakes her head, smiling. “I don’t know if that’s the right word.”

“When was this?” he asks, searching his brain. Scully trying to seduce him while on a case? Now that’s something straight from his dreams.

“Don’t you remember? The Mothman case.”

“The Mothman – oh. You were… wow.”

“You didn’t know?” she asks, genuine surprise in her voice and expression. She sits up and her breasts right in front of his eyes momentarily distract him. As if reading his mind, she reaches for his t-shirt and puts it on.

“I didn’t know,” he says, dazed. The moment replays in his mind as though it were an old, worn-out VHS tape. Scully walking into his hotel room, looking so much younger than she is now. She was holding something – his memory is fuzzy there. How was he supposed to know that she was coming on to him?

“All these years I thought you just weren’t ready,” she says, reaching out to touch him. In all honesty, he most likely wasn’t. They weren’t. Not then. It took them another while – over a year if his math is correct. Scully is the math whiz in this relationship.

“Were we? Ready, I mean.”

She mulls his question over, playing with his chest hair. When she’s come to a conclusion, she glances up at him. Time has treated her well; every line on her face is a story carved by life. He can’t help but wonder how many of these he’s caused himself.

“I don’t know.”

“We would have had more time,” he says.

“Or we would have broken up a few months in.”

“Never.” His whisper is reverent and he kisses her, needing to banish the mere idea from his mind. Their one break-up, still so recent and painful, has been enough for one lifetime. He knows he can live without her; he’s had to learn. But the truth is that he doesn’t want to be without her.

“It all worked out in the end, didn’t it?” He hears the question she’s really asking. She’s no longer talking about the past.

He kisses her softly, whispering “it did” against her lips. She responds to his kiss, deepens it. Parts of his anatomy get the memo, slowly waking up again. Things take time these days. He rolls them over so that he’s on top. He teases her lips with his own, simply enjoying their closeness, when she murmurs something into his mouth.

“What?” he asks, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“You really didn’t know,” she says. “You believe in Bigfoot, the Jersey Devil, the Sasquatch, but you couldn’t imagine that I was coming on to you.”

“Strangest thing I ever heard,” he jokes. “But Scully? I believe it now. No doubt in my mind what your intentions are right now.”

“Good,” she says, capturing his mouth again.

[vickriarts]

And with that, Sapphic Disco Week 2024 has come to a close.

A big and hearty THANK YOU!!!!! to everyone who contributed! It has been so special seeing your art and reading your fics. I'm SO happy that so many of you took part in this prompt week.

The female characters in Disco Elysium mean so much to me and others, and it's been a blast showcasing them the way that we did. Whether you only got to participate for one day or were able to do the full week, it still means a lot!

If you're someone who was unable to participate during the week but really wanted to contribute, DO ONE OR MORE OF THE PROMPTS ANYWAY!! SDW may be over, but loving these girlies is ✨ timeless ✨

Thank you again, and keep spreading the love 💜

[goexchange-mods]

Watch this space!

The Mods will provide information about sign-ups for the 20th Annual Good Omens Holiday Exchange shortly! Are you new to the Exchange? We love new participants and will make you feel welcome and supported. Please visit our home on Dreamwidth via links at this post and this post for examples of our signup procedure in 2023 and the lovely gifts produced by our community’s talented writers and artists last year!

Have you participated in past Exchanges? We love past participants who have created wonderful and timeless gifts for everyone to enjoy - our collection of fics and art on Dreamwidth goes all the way back to 2005!

Fans of the TV series and fans of the book are invited to participate. The Mods will be happy to answer any questions, and the call for prompts is coming soon! Your Mods this year are @vulgarweed and @lunasong365.

Please reblog to spread the word!

[rowdyluv]

masterlist 🝮

guide to fics:

✰: smut. ꕤ: newest.

taglist

College

University of Michigan

Ethan Edwards:

A Little Attention ✰

“Peter” : based off T.Swift’s song Peter.

Two Is Better Than One ✰ + sc26

Luca Fantilli:

The Girl I’m in Love With:

Boston College

Ryan Leonard:

NHL

New Jersey Devils

Nico Hischier:

It's always a risk, but think about the reward:

♡⤷ Hughes Brothers Masterlists

Jack Hughes Masterlist

Luke Hughes Masterlist

Quinn Hughes Masterlist

Boston Bruins:

Nikita Zadorov:

Power Outage: requested

Anaheim Ducks:

Trevor Zegras:

I think I’m in Love:

•The Moment I Knew: requested

Detroit Red Wings

Alex Lyon:

Brother’s Teammate: ✰ requested

Utah Hockey Club:

John Marino:

What a Shame That He’s Leaving jh86+jm6 ✰

Pittsburgh Penguins:

Sidney Crosby:

Sleepless in Pittsburgh - requested

Series / AUs:

Timeless: dad!luke x reader

Believe in Me: Jack Hughes, multi trope.

requests can be made via ask inbox, if I feel uncomfortable with the requested prompt a response in some fashion will be posted to make you aware. 🝮

© property of rowdyluv (formerly quinnylouhughesx43) ; do not copy and re-upload as your own - anywhere. do not place my work inside AI codes, do not translate.

[thenightpool]

Introducing GO FOR GOLD!

Since 🥇Go For Gold!🥇 — an entire month of rinharu fun! — officially kicks off on July 1st 2024, it's high time we introduced this never-before-seen event and our (100% optional) prompt list for it here on Tumblr.

What is 🥇Go For Gold!🥇?

🥇Go For Gold!🥇 is going to be A GIANT RINHARU PARTY with fun prizes to be won, group watches, themed discussions & much more! It'll run from July 1st aaaaaaall the way through July 31st, which means it's going to overlap with the beginning of the swimming events at the summer Olympics in Paris. 😌

As you can probably already tell from looking at our schedule, we'll be focusing on different parts of the Free!-series each week: week #1 will be all about Free! (S1) and High High☆Speed!, week #2 will focus on Eternal Summer, Timeless Medley & Take Your Marks, and so on...

That might sound a little complicated, but it's actually pretty straightforward: the idea is simply to publish new works during the most closely corresponding week! 🙏 For example: a drawing featuring Haruka & Rin in middle school would preferably go up sometime during week #1, and a fic set during S2E12 would go into week #2.

We'll be tracking the #goforgold hashtag & you can find our AO3 collection here! 🏊

For more information about the event, please check out our dedicated Carrd:

Of course, we also have a (100% optional) prompt list to help inspire you! As usual, feel ✨free✨ to use and interpret these however you'd like! For an extra challenge, you could even try combining some of them.

SEE YOU ON JULY 1ST! 💪💪💪

P.S. We'll be announcing the prizes you can win by participating in the event soon! Stay tuned, because we're sure you'll like them. 👀

[steviestits]

In The Family Way - Part 2.2

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic's masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Argyle/Jonathan Rating: E Summary: The Munson family has never had the typical values that most modern Americans have as they find thrill in all that's mysterious and spooky. Steve Harrington, a black widow omega, hadn't known this when he mated with the family's eldest alpha, Eddie, and thought that he'd be another easy mark that he could kill to inherit the millions that Eddie owned. However, not only do all his murder attempts fail, but Eddie actually enjoys them! And to make matters worse, the alpha wants to try for a pup! Steve has to find a way to off Eddie for good, before he gets pregnant and maybe actually falls for the death-crazed alpha. (Addams Family Values au set in the Omegaverse after the events of the movie with Steve as Debbie and Eddie as Fester) Trigger Warning: Attempted Murder as a love language, Mpreg

THERE IS EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, ONLY CONTINUE IF YOU'RE 18+!

(Link to previous part)

Eddie didn’t seem to mind that Steve was still reading or plan on disturbing him as he skittishly approached then removed the bedsheet now that he had permission. He climbed into bed, setting himself between the omega’s legs, not seeming to know what to do with himself now that he was there. It didn’t surprise Steve, and he spared Eddie one last glance before he fully went back to the article that went on to badmouth scarf wraps, as if it wasn’t a timeless look.

Feeling Eddie grasp the fabric of his panties, Steve prepared himself for the alpha to plunge right in just as his previous two mates had done before their untimely demises, but he didn’t. The alpha instead threw the underwear aside then lowered his head to kiss up Steve’s thigh. Eddie stopped once he reached the omega’s primary gland and nipped gently at the sensitive node before following it up with a swirl of his tongue.

Steve’s hands clenched around the magazine as he felt the alpha’s lick. He hadn’t realized that his gland there was so sensitive since his other mates had never cared about his pleasure, only their own. This was honestly something Steve hadn’t felt even when he masturbated as Eddie’s licks and nips seemed to be shooting straight into Steve’s core, causing him to become wet from the prolonged attention to the area.

“Ed-Eddie!” Steve shouted, surprised by the tremble in his voice. “Higher!”

Pressing a kiss into the gland, Eddie replied, “Of course, my pet.”

Eddie kissed his way higher up Steve’s thigh until he was at his pussy. Steve put his magazine aside, not wishing to ruin it in case Eddie was as good at pleasuring him there as he was with his primary gland. He watched Eddie’s head dip, approaching the omega’s protruding clit. Most male omegas had larger clits, slightly resembling the cocks they’d developed pre-presentation. For this reason, most alphas avoided it when pleasuring a male omega, but not Eddie. The alpha took the clit into his mouth, sucking on it while occasionally running his up the length.

Then Eddie surprised Steve further as he reached up a hand in order to press his long fingers into the omega’s wet pussy. Because the alpha had long fingers, he was able to reach exactly the right spot and massaged there well enough to cause sparks to shoot through Steve. This along with the attention that Eddie was giving his clit, caused the omega violently climax, much harder than he’d ever done when he masturbated.

Eyes rolling back as he orgasmed, Steve began to moan and growl, making animalistic noises that he’d only heard omegas make in porn. He hadn’t thought anyone could make those sounds in real life, and he especially didn’t think that Eddie could be the one to cause him to release them. His thighs, also, clenched around the alpha’s head, forcing the other to remain buried in his pussy, which was another reaction that Steve had only seen in porn.

Soon, however, his climax soon subsided, allowing him to regain his senses. It was then that he noticed that Eddie was motionless between Steve’s legs. Had Steve finally killed him? Had he accidentally murdered the alpha during his earth-shattering orgasm? A part of him felt strangely regretful since the alpha really had provided Steve with an intense pleasure that he’d never experienced until now.

Steve shrugged. He supposed he could just buy another vibrator or two with what he got with Eddie’s fortune and shifted his hips to prepare to arrange the body. His movement jostled the alpha, though, which caused Eddie to slump over then jerk awake. The alpha hadn’t died, only passed out, and Steve ignored the part of him that was strangely relieved since good sex wasn’t better than a huge fortune, after all.

“I thought you died,” Steve said, frowning as he forced himself to feel disappointed.

Eddie sighed wistfully. “If only. To die between your two marvelous thighs would be the best demise that I could ask for.”

“Why don’t we try again then? I can hold you there for a lot longer next time.”

“I would, but then I wouldn’t be able to give you the pups you desire.”

Baffled, Steve’s brow furrowed as he asked, “What makes you think I want to try for pups?”

“Isn’t that why you’ve been extra murderous lately? You’ve clearly been trying to seduce me, so that I can pup you. It’s as clear as night.”

Then Eddie raised a hand to lovingly stroke Steve’s calf while he stared up at him with a bright smile on his face, as if proud that he’d discovered the intentions behind his omega’s actions. He was wrong, of course. Steve had been “extra murderous” because he was getting frustrated with how hard it was to kill the alpha. Eddie seemed unkillable, surviving every single attempt that Steve has made to end his miserable life.

Steve couldn’t let Eddie know that, though. If Eddie knew that Steve wasn’t being affectionate and truly wanted to murder him, then he might end their mating, leaving Steve with nothing. He had said to the alpha that he wanted pups, but he’d only been saying what he thought Eddie wanted to hear since, at the time, Steve didn’t think they would be together this long, so he supposed it was his own fault for giving Eddie the idea.

Maybe Steve could just fake trying to have a pup for the time being. He was on some very strong birth control and wouldn’t get pregnant no matter how much they tried, so it would distract Eddie from Steve’s true intentions until he did finally figure out a way to murder the alpha to inherit his fortune. Trying for a pup wouldn’t change anything, and Steve would get more pleasurable attention from Eddie, making it a win-win.

“You caught me,” Steve said with a forced laugh. “Can’t put anything past you, can I?”

“Of course not. You’re my omega. It’s my job to know your needs.” Eddie grinned, moving his hand lower to rub small circles into Steve’s ankle. “But while I enjoyed your attempts, all you had to do was ask, my beloved. I would’ve been happy to try to pup you.”

“It was embarrassing. Asking your alpha to put a pup inside you. It’s so- Uh... Cliché. That’s it. It’s cliché for an omega to whine at their alpha to breed them.”

“I don’t care. I’d love to hear you ask for me to put a pup inside you, sweetheart. I want you to even if it’s not something the typical, modern omega would do.”

If Eddie wasn’t looking at him with so much sincerity, Steve would’ve honestly thought the alpha knew that Steve was lying and was trying to call his bluff. Eddie wasn’t, however. He was trying to be supportive of his omega’s wishes, which was a lot more than Steve’s previous mates had done. They hadn’t cared what Steve wanted at all, only expecting him to pop out a pup since that’s what omegas did. It made him realize that Eddie had never tried to force Steve to have his pup and was only doing so now because he thought it was what Steve wanted.

A strange feeling passed through Steve. He thought maybe it was guilt, because the alpha was so sweet, but that couldn’t be it. No matter how sweet Eddie was, he was still an alpha, and all alphas were the same. Just like Steve’s selfish parents and his previous mates, Eddie didn’t care about Steve. He probably only liked the idea of him or something stupid like that, so there was no reason to feel guilty about this and could continue his plan without issue.

“Alpha,” Steve said sweetly, getting back into character, pretending to be the sweet and nurturing omega that he’d led Eddie to believe he was, and batted his eyes coquettishly. “Put a pup inside me. I need you to breed me, Alpha, until I’m pregnant with your pup.”

Part 2.1 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 2.3

[klonnieshippersclub]

Hi Klonnie friends! I'm proud to announce an upcoming special event. We're bringing in the New Year with a BANG. It's been YEARS since the last Klonnie week. It's about time that we bring it back! From December 29th to January 1st, we'll be celebrating Klonnie weekend. Four days. Four prompts. And an optional bonus day!

As we all countdown to 2024, we'll be turning back the clock to different time periods. Klonnie is the ship that never was in canon BUT their potential love story is timeless. Feel free to participate in anyway you can! Gifs, fics, and drabbles are all welcome. I'm super excited to see what creations you all bring to life!

2023 Klonnie Weekend prompts below:

Dec 29 1001 in pre-colonial Virginia: Domestic Intimacy

Dec 30 1492 in Bulgaria: Unresolved Sexual Tension

Dec 31 1910s in NOLA: Lovers in Denial

Jan 1 1920s in Chicago: Enemies with benefits

Bonus: Jan 2 Present (canon): Lovers to Enemies

Special thanks to @melmedardasworld @cancerian-woman @mythorhuman and @24kmagiic for helping organize this.

Your source for all things Klonnie, Rikki

[babyhoneyheslt]

Historical A/B/O

Unrequited (Complete - 143,707 words)

Mature

Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.

However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.

The Silver Dagger (Complete - 30,922 words)

Mature

After nearly being kidnapped by Prince Ben of Denmark, Queen Anne and King Desmond search for a safe place for Prince Harry to stay until they find him a suitor he likes.

They choose the place no one would think to look for a prince, a pirate ship. Captain Louis Tomlinson is a privateer as well as a pirate, and is loyal to the crown, and so he vows to protect Harry to the best of his ability.

With Harry kept safe on board The Silver Dagger, his parents work to find an array of suitors, but he just might find he wants someone else.

Into The Mist (Complete - 63.007 words)

Mature

Sneaking on board the famous pirate ship Compass Arrow to get a story for his journalist father, Harry must do everything to keep a low profile. But when one of the crew discovers him, hiding from the ruthless Captain Tommo becomes almost impossible.

Timeless (One Shot - 3,867 words)

After visiting an antiques shop, Harry gets transported through time, and discovers that he and Louis are Timeless.

Based on Taylor Swift's Timeless.

Castles Crumbling (One Shot - 6,554 words)

Being an unmated Omega and a king, Harry came under a lot of scrutiny. But when he makes a deal with Scotland, his world comes crashing down.

Louis had lost family due to the deal, and he planned to extract revenge. But when he finds Harry, he realises the country had been lied to.

Based on Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift.

Dark Fics

The Nights and Dangerous Tricks (Complete - 20,322 words)

Explicit

Holmes Chapel had always been known for having the least amount of murders in the whole of the UK, however that all changes in the span of a month. Residents are all on high alert, waiting vigilant while police investigate.

Harry Styles lives alone, leaving him the perfect target to the murderers. However, maybe his good looks and pretty green eyes will spare him his life. For now.

Fantasy Fics

Take Me To Another World (One Shot - 5,034 words)

General Audiences

After escaping from the neighbouring kingdom, Harry finds himself on land for the first time. Despite knowing he should go back home, he lets his curiosity get the better of him.

When a mishap with discovering socks happens, he meets Louis who takes him out for coffee, and finds that Louis doesn’t quite meet the stereotype of humans.

Forgotten Kingdom (Part one of The Secret City Series - 2,495 words)

General Audiences

Louis had always loved ruined cities and had always been obsessed with Glyswing Kingdom, a city that many believed to be a myth. Moving into his grandparents house for renovations, he never expected to find what could be the long forgotten kingdom.

Castles Crumbling Down (Part two of The Secret City Series - 1,637 words)

General Audiences

With Harry freed, the kingdom crumbled down around them, prompting a quick escape.

One Shots

Electric Touch (3,901 words)

General Audiences

Harry had given up on love, until his friend Zayn sets him up on a blind date with Louis.

Based on Electric Touch by Taylor Swift

Gnome One's Home (1,764 words)

General Audiences

Harry has never been a fan of gnomes, but when one mysteriously appears in his garden, he can't help but adopt it.

He should've trusted his instincts

Fly To You (1,815 words)

General Audiences

On the way to their honeymoon, Harry and Louis find out the pilot is ill. With Louis being a pilot, he offers to fly the plane there, and it turns out to make the start of their honeymoon extra special.

Devil's In The Detail's Series

The Tower (Part One - 4,776 words)

General Audiences

There's something strange going on in Heaven.

Bored Angel Harry can't help but investigate.

The Fool (Part Two - 4,946 words)

General Audiences

After making a deal with the devil, Harry has to forge a new life for himself alongside Louis on Earth.

The Devil (Part Three - 3,913 words)

General Audiences

Harry has grown to love being on earth, but his absence in heaven and the company he keeps, hasn't gone unnoticed.

[nikitunez]

꒳​   。   ❤︎  𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝘽𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙁𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎   𖦹   ଘ   ⤹

𐑺 pairing : heeseung x gn!reader 𐑺 genre : fluff, college!au, situationship!au 𐑺 words : 835 𐑺 contains : hugging 𐑺 maya's notes : first fic on the new blog! i had so much fun writing this and i hope that everyone who comes across this has just as much fun reading it! please leave feedback and reblog if you enjoyed it! i would really love to know how everyone found it hehe ❤ if you would like to read more from me, my taglist and requests are open as well! but that's all for now, enjoy reading :)

the skies were growing ever colder with the changing seasons, which you were becoming aware of as you strutted down the stone paved pathways on campus alongside your timeless crush heeseung. both of you had just concluded a group study with a few of your other peers and were now headed back to your dorms. you had kindly asked heeseung if he minded walking you all the way to your dorm building, and as per usual, he had agreed without much convincing.

tall street lamps illuminated your path in a golden sheen as you walked in silence, appreciating the serene ambiance of the evening. your jacket wasn't thick enough to shied you from the icy air, but the heat you felt simply from being in such close proximity to heeseung was blanketing your skin, effectively keeping the goosebumps at bay.

as the familiar architecture of your dorm building began coming into view from behind the baren branches of the tall trees that littered the campus, you grew increasingly antsy, wishing that you could find some way to prolong this moment for you did not want to leave heeseung's side just yet.

and it seemed he too subconsciously felt the same way, because subtly he slowed the pace of his steps, wordlessly prompting you to match his stride, thereby successfully holding you back for merely a handful of seconds.

knowing grins rode your lips as you slowly but surely eventually reached your destination. you faced him cheerfully, allowing your grin to blossom into a bright smile, which he mimicked in turn.

"colder than usual today, isn't it?" you asked, officially breaking your seal of silence. "december's finally here," heeseung hummed, nodding in agreement. cutely enough, you noticed the tip of his nose had turned a light shade of pink in response to the temperature.

"this was my reminder to start wearing a bigger coat," you chuckled, rubbing your arms for emphasis. heeseung laughed with you, bouncing on the balls of his feet as his hands fumbled within his hoodie's pocket. "oh, are you cold?" he asked, glancing at you from behind his lashes.

"yeah, kinda," you smirked in slight embarrassment, breathing into your hands to warm them up. "are you," you asked in return, raising your brows curiously.

tilting his head contemplatively, heeseung shrugged, "the longer we stand here the harder it's getting to tolerate," he shared, staring at his feet bashfully. he didn't want to give you a reason to walk away from him, but luckily for him, you didn't want a reason to let him go either.

so you stepped forward, rubbing your hands together and smoothly slipped them inside his hoodie's pocket, pressing yourself against his body with a cheeky grin. you laid your cheek on his chest, seizing his hands with yours to let the warmth from your body transfer to him.

heeseung was as still as a statue, trying his best to comprehend what you had just done, blinking in astonishment once he realized that you were hugging him.

considering how you and him were still dancing on the line of being friends and being lovers, this was a very bold move on your part. but you loved catching heeseung off guard with random bouts of affection like this, making his heart flutter just the slightest bit and leaving him breathless for a few seconds.

laughing in disbelief under his breath, he relaxed, accustoming himself to the feeling of you snuggled up to him like this. he was glad you couldn't see his face right now, for his cheeks had flushed a bright shade of red.

he squeezed your fingers back, as if to say thank you for the donation of warmth. you could feel his heart thundering in his chest, a sensation that triumphantly gratified you.

you swore you could have stood here like this with him forever. the warm and fuzzy feeling you were making each other feel was sweeter than honey. as impatient as it sometimes made you, it was moments like these that made beating around the bush regarding your feelings for each other a little fun.

you hoped this would incentivize him to break free of whatever dormancy he was stuck in and finally ask you out on a date or something. for now, you could only pray.

pulling away from him reluctantly, you took a step back, trying to act as nonchalant about what you had just done so that he would give its purpose some thought when he was alone.

"well then, i hope that warmed you up enough to get back to your dorm without turning into a popsicle," you snickered. heeseung was so flustered he couldn't even hide it. he nodded, mumbling a quiet thanks, watching shyly as you made your way to the door of your building.

"thanks for walking me 'seung. i'll see you tomorrow. good night," you grinned one last time.

returning your smile, heeseung sent you a quick wave, stepping back to the sidewalk contently. "yeah, good night."

© nikitunez

[aanoia]

𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

These are works of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination, coincidence or used in a fictitious manner.

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

『 m a r a u d e r s 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Love From the Other Side]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, Love From the Other Side by Fallout Boy

warning(s): blood, death, death eaters, voldemort in the flesh, yk, not good ending

↠ [London Boy]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, London Boy by Taylor Swift

warning(s): nothing

↠ [Mine]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, Mine by Taylor Swift

warning(s): death? idek

↠ [Broken One]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Broken One by RaeLynn

warning(s): divorce (if you need to talk, reach out. this is something I know personally so I'd love to be someone you can trust about it.)

�� [arms]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, arms by Christina Perri

warning(s): Sirius :)

↠ [Cold]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, I hate making these.

warning(s): ptsd, flashbacks, trauma, yk, the usual with our boy Sirius

↠ [Horribly Right]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, after seeing Sirius being slapped by his mother, you decide to pull a prank that's outcome goes horribly... right?

warning(s): abuse, getting disowned

↠ [Like you hold the world in your hands, and the stars in your eyes]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, none (once a pt. 2 is posted this will be moved to the series section)

warning(s): none really, just cursing

↠ ["Just Friends"]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, truth or dare leads to drunken confessions leads to sweet kisses

warning(s): alcohol, mentions of weed

↠ [Lover]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, Lover by Taylor Swift

warning(s): none I don't think

↠ [Pancakes for Dinner]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Pancakes for Dinner my Lizzie McAlpine

warning(s): heavy anxiety omg, plane crash-ish?

↠ [Timeless]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, Timeless by Taylor Swift

warning(s): none

↠ [Possibility]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x reader, loosely inspired by Possibility by Likke Li

warning(s): heartbreak. not a

↠ [It's Okay]

summary/prompt: Sirius Black x Reader, reader is acting differently. Angrier, sadder.

warning(s): nothing too explicit, just some tough things

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

↠ [Adele; 19 as fics]

summary/prompt: it's own mini masterlist, the songs from her first album as fics

warning(s): different for each fic

↠ [Dying pt.1] [Definitely (Dying) pt.2]

summary/prompt: poly!marauders x reader, the marauders had known their girlfriend smoked to dissipate the pain from her abusive family. They just didn't know how bad it could, and would get

summary/prompt pt.2: poly!marauders x reader, a failed attempt and a year later, y/n is finally okay

warning(s): serious TW, mentions of abuse, toxic asf family, drug abuse, weed, alcohol, whiskey, underage drinking and smoking, substance abuse, self harm, cuts, abuse (ish?), depression (not mentioned but apparent), seriously bad mental health

↠ [I Don't Know Who You're Talking About] [You (pt.2)]

summary/prompt: Remus Lupin x reader, after everyone they loved was gone, they needed each other but he was too scared (i'm not very good at these)

summary/prompt pt.2: after twelve years, she meets him again

warning(s): angst, blood, sad, murder, the usual

↠ [No pt.1] [Yes (No) pt.2]

summary/prompt: James Potter x reader, James won't give up until he gets a yes

summary/prompt pt.2: James Potter x reader, James finally gets a yes and makes sure you don't regret it

warning(s): James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

↠ [a christmas advent calendar]

summary/prompt: mini masterlist, just 25 days of Christmas (my birthday!)

warning(s): different for each fic

『 h a r r y p o t t e r 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Can't Help but Love You]

summary/prompt: preferance, Draco Malfoy x reader, Matteo Riddle x reader, request

warning(s): none

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 s i x o f c r o w s 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Always By Your Side]

summary/prompt: Kaz Brekker x reader, Saturn by Sleeping At Last

warning(s): slightly ooc Kaz, death, mentions of sickness, blood, could be an interpretation of suicide if you look at the end closely

↠ [Crazy]

summary/prompt: Kaz Brekker x reader, Trouble by Valerie Broussard, the enemy of your enemy is your friend... unless they are also your enemy

warning(s): blood?, knives, uhhhh violence lmfao, enemies to lovers

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 a v a t a r (2 0 0 9)』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [It's okay, baby]

summary/prompt: Tsu'tey x reader, Tsu'tey has a nightmare

warning(s): blood, death

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 h a m i l t o n 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [All I Need is You]

summary/prompt: Daveed Diggs x reader, after a suicide attempt you're empty yet Daveed never left your side. What happens when you drag him down with you?

warning(s): suicide, self harm, bandages, sadness ig

↠ [Pretty in the Moonlight]

summary/prompt: Thomas Jefferson x reader, just missing your boyfriend and him missing you (this won't turn to black for some reason LMFAO)

warning(s): broken glass, cheesy Thomas

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 o u t e r b a n k s 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [I can't lose my girl]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, JJ finds his girlfriend in a horrifying state after wanting to spend the night with her

warning(s): suicide, OD, foaming at the mouth

↠ [You cut?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, JJ walks in on reader doing something that breaks his heart

warning(s): TW self harm, blood, cuts, broken glass

↠ [Live For You?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, reader is fresh out of the mental hospital

warning(s): huge TW, suicide, self harm, mental hospital, mentions of alcohol and weed

↠ [How Well Do We Know Each Other (interview)]

summary/prompt: OBX cast x reader, Rudy Pankow x reader, the obx cast gets put to the test on how well they know their coworkers (again it won't turn black)

warning(s): drug mention, not proofread

↠ [Believe]

summary/prompt: John B Routledge x reader, your ex treasure hunting partner is your future romantic partners dad

warning(s): SPOILERS SEASON 3! swearing, mention of gun, suggestion of rape (nothing explicit, not even the word), burns, Rafe Cameron

↠ [Touron]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, going on vacation isn't so bad when a certain blondie comes into your life

warning(s): underage drinking, underae smoking, swearing, gun, topper

↠ [Snow?]

summary/prompt: JJ Maybank x reader, the Outer Banks becomes a winter wonderland

warning(s): swearing

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

『 m a r v e l 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [Reunions and Goodbyes]

summary/prompt: Peter Quill x reader, after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?

warning(s): death 😋, not proofread

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

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