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"the only sweet thing is you" (pt. 1)

pairings: barista!Felix x fem!reader

tags: fluff, strangers to friends, friends to lovers non idol au

a/n: i was actually tired all this time, but wrote it. ALSO, A VERY IMPORTANT DETAIL! Felix here is not always-stuttering-shy-boy, if you know the way he speaks in real life in English, that's it, you're good.

something about this new café near the embankment...

just passing by it, you looked through the window and it seemed to you that you saw an angel. you rubbed your eyes slightly, maybe you were too exhausted after the school?

no, the angel was still there.

you couldn't even continue focusing on this, your stomach growled. fortunately, no one was around so it wasn't awkward, but that was the sign to visit this new strange café. no, it didn't look strange, but the atmosphere it was radiating... ok, maybe it is your exhaustion, whatever, you entered the building and saw a girl and a guy, this girl stood looking at you coming in, this is the girl who graduated from school a couple of years ago, nothing special. but the guy was sitting, probably watching tiktok, based on the viral sounds that were popping up in everybody's fyp page recently.

the girl wasn't really smiling or greeting, she looked like she was already doing you a favor by serving you today. nevermind. you walked up to the counter and before looking at the menu from above you looked at the guy with blonde hair, you noticed the freckles on his face that were a little specific. that girl pulled you out of your thoughts by saying

"hello, what would you like?"

"umm..." you quickly began to run your eyes over the menu

"one piece of brownie and ice americano with milk please"

at these words the angel boy looked up at you and as soon as your eyes met, he quickly looked down again in slight shyness

"alright, take a seat, everything will be ready in a few minutes" that annoying voice disturbed you again, but you just ignored and sat near the window, looking at other students leaving the school

"Yongbok, your first order, come on"

"alright..." his voice was deep and you were completely taken aback by this

you quickly reacted to this little conversation and saw as the blonde boy stood up, checking his pulse by touching his neck. maybe he's nervous since it's his first time? probably.

you were checking your phone and here your order comes

"your one piece of brownie and ice americano please" - he smiled, and that smile of his was enlightening your whole day, he seemed even a bit excited

"is the americano with milk or...?"

"oh, I'm so sorry, i forgot about this, I'll fix it right now" - he ran away, while that girl was staring at him all frustrated. then he came back to you with a slight smile on his face

"here's your ice americano with milk now, I'm sorry again, miss"

"no, no, it's okay, thank you very much..."-you looked at his badge-"Yongbok... yeah, thanks"

"oh, you're welcome... and i feel sorry about the way she spoke to you earlier..." - he whispered, giving a nervous smile and walked away, what a cutie

the silence between this girl and him is too loud. poor thing Yongbok.

anyway, you're finishing everything in 10 minutes and walk away, smiling to Yongbok, he smiles back.

on your way back home you tried to find his social media, but only found this

well this looked a lot like him, but... felix lee? alright maybe it's just his twin...

whatever. on the next Tuesday you visited that café again, ordering the same.

this time you were in there for quite longer, doing your little project. that was the sign for him, he decided to sit in front of you with a smile

"hey..."

"hi?" you were surprised by the sudden greeting, especially with deep voice, but you suddenly knew who that was. that angel.

you moved your laptop a bit to see him.

"well... uh- i see you like brownies, right?"

"umm, yes, they are delicious, as if some kind of five star michelin cooked it..."

"oh, haha, well, thanks for that, uh- how can i call you, miss?"

"why do you call me miss? you could be older than me" - you said with a smile

"oh, my bad, you're right, i could be older, maybe i am"

you chuckled.

"you can call me y/n"

"oh, y/n... beautiful name for a cute girl like you... so... y/n... how old are you?"

"I'm seventeen"

"oh, I'm eighteen... so you were... right"

"looks like i was... so you're... Yongbok?"

"well, i don't actually like this name... i prefer when people call me Felix... i was born in Australia, that's why... but my parents are korean actually, so I'm a korean boy, haha"

two mentions of his and it was clear to you that that account was actually his. that explains... a lot

"oh... oh- really? that's so cool and...

"extraordinary? i know..."

"yeah... you also have freckles, even on your ears... that's so cute"

"oh, ah... thank you..."

you can see slight blush spreading on his face and he checks his pulse once again

"you know, y/n, maybe we could hang out, you know? umm... i guess i would like that, i would-i would like to get to know you, if you don't mind of course"

"ooh... yeah- yeah, sure, why not?"

"then can i get your number so we-we could text each other and arrange a walk?"

"sure, of course... here!" - you write your number in his phone and he does the same in yours

"then, good, y/n, thank you very much, I'll text you after my shift when I get home, alright?"

"yes, perfect, thank you too, Felix"

"goodbye-e-e, be careful"

"i will be, goodbye!"

20:28

angel (Felix): Hey, that's me, Felix! Only got home! How are you?

you: hiii, glad you're home!

I'm alright, what about you?

angel (Felix): Me too! So when are you free and comfortable?

you: this weekend!

angel (Felix): Alright theeen, Y/N :) See you at the embankment on Saturday in 4pm, okay?

you: yep, good!

to be continued...

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Lee Know x fem! reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: smut Synopsis: You are Han´s younger sister and you are secretly in love whit his best friend (Minho), but your brother is very overprotective.

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You hated when Han invited his friends over, it wasn't because of the boys, but because he forced you to stay locked in the room or simply asked you to hang out for a couple of hours.

Han was more protective than he appeared and he would get angry if he saw you talking to any boy because according to him they could corrupt you, although of course, he didn't know that in reality many of the times it was you who incited them, but you preferred that he continue thinking that you were his innocent little sister, which is why you sighed when he asked you out for the second time this week.

"You're lucky I'm bored," you said getting up from your bed and taking your things for a walk.

"You know I love you," he said, but you stuck your tongue out at him as you walked past him.

When you left you found the boys at the door and they greeted each other quickly, although one of them had stayed behind and when you saw who it was, your heart fluttered more strongly and you smiled without being able to help it.

"Hey you," he said greeting you with a radiant smile. Minho was Han's best friend so it was easier to relate to him than the others and it was harder not to fall for his charms, but neither your brother nor he could know that you had fallen in love with him for years "you're going to go out?"

"what do you think?" You looked over your shoulder as the others were already waiting for Han to open the door for them. "Same old."

"That idiot, does he think we'll pay attention to you?" He said jokingly or so you wanted to think so that his words wouldn't stick in your mind, so you decided to play your own game.

"why not?" You pouted watching him cross his arms on his chest and let out a loud laugh because unlike your brother he knew how you really were, many times they had met in places where you were not allowed to go but he did not say anything and you thanked him for that "am I so ugly?"

"I didn't say you were."

"So you would notice me?" you asked more seriously, with nerves welling up in your stomach, you had no idea where your value was coming from but a part of you wanted me to answer even if it was joking.

Minho's gaze suddenly turned darker and for a second you saw his smile disappear until you heard Han's voice behind him as he welcomed the boys and you saw how Minho kept looking at you, you felt your body start to shake and your legs would lose their balance at any moment if he kept looking at you like he really wanted you, but instead he smiled and headed for the house.

"Goodbye, silly," was all he said as he disappeared from sight against the walls of the house and left you alone, releasing the air you didn't know you were holding.

You didn't want to think about the conversation they had, but the way his eyes had fixed on your lips was something you couldn't get out of your mind, but that was your hallucinations, even though you had a better relationship with him than with the others knew that he wouldn't notice you even though you were dying for him to.

***

Han was telling you that the dress you were wearing was too short, but you ignored him as you applied lipstick. You'd waited so long for the college party that everything I said was left out, you just wanted to go have fun, maybe you'd even find other kinds of fun, although it was going to be a little difficult with Han as your chaperone.

You begged him not to go but he refused and insisted so much that he promised to keep a considerable distance and that he would go with Minho to distract himself a little. You didn't want to accept that the idea didn't seem so bad to you when I mentioned his friend, so you gave up.

"Let's go" Han jumped up and began to argue that it was a bad idea. You looked at his friend looking for some support while he was sitting laughing at the scene that was already expected and you saw how he got up to stop him.

"Leave her alone, it's just a silly party."

"But look at her," he exclaimed, but his friend couldn't stop laughing.

"I see her as normal" she winked and you noticed how your heart pounded in your chest "well just a little uglier than usual."

The excitement died down suddenly and you rolled your eyes past the boys to leave the house. Minho's car was outside and while your brother just denied every time he saw you, his friend opened the back door for you to get in. He's just being nice, you told yourself so as not to upset the chemistry in your brain, but the looks he gave you from time to time in the rearview mirror made you squirm in the seat trying to ignore him.

As soon as the car stopped, you didn't wait for the door to be opened and you ran to escape the boys, especially Han. The house was in turmoil and you went to visit the rooms looking for your friend and when you finally found her you felt relieved.

It didn't take long for you to feel a gaze following your movements so you just ignored it by going to another room, but it was insistent and to calm your nerves you started taking just a little bit of alcohol. After a few hours and escaping from Han's gaze, you managed to start having fun dancing with a boy, although soon your body warmed up when you felt his hands around your waist to get closer to him.

You moved to the rhythm of the music and you guided him further down the floor to get closer to his lips. The adrenaline took over your body while your mouth met his and his hands caressed your back, descending more and more on your hips.

Your eyes were closed but in your mind there was only the image of a boy with dark eyes and lips that you had memorized, you felt a little bad for who you were really kissing but he wouldn't know if you didn't say so you followed the kiss imagining it was Minho.

Your hands had taken his hair, pulling it closer to you so that he could explore your neck, but before he could, you felt hands on your waist, removing the heat of his body. You turned angrily to claim Han, but you were surprised to see another person looking menacingly at the boy but your anger still hadn't gone away.

"But what are you doing?" you demanded as you walked away from Minho and took the other boy's hand "leave me alone."

You started to walk to go to a more private place but again some unknown hands took your waist, but this time before you could speak I took you on his shoulders taking you off the track.

Realizing the situation, you kicked and hit him on the back but that didn't stop him and his grip only grew stronger.

"Let me go, I'm telling you" I finally put you down and you had to take him by the shoulders to regain your balance but you noticed his frowning face, the noise of the music had calmed down and you noticed that they were in one of the rooms of the house "you're an idiot, not even Han does these things."

"No, he would do worse."

"That doesn't give you the right to do what you did" your voice had been heard throughout the room and you felt like you could break his cute goofy face. "I'm sick of this, Han thinks he can control me and when I think you're on my side you do that."

"He only cares about you" you had already talked to Han many times and you tried to understand him but sometimes you felt suffocated by all the care he had but you couldn't understand why suddenly Minho was starting to act like him.

"And what about you mhm? Now are you going to tell him?" you crossed your arms and noticed how his jaw tensed as if he wanted to say something but couldn't "answer me."

"I just…understand."

"hahaha now it turns out that you care about me when in reality I'm just your friend's sister to you."

"that is not true."

"So what am I?" the conversation from a few days ago came to your head and something accumulated in your chest wanting to get it out, but you pressed your nails into your hands "tell me."

Even though you felt that you could be closer to Minho, that hadn't taken away from the fact that Han was caring when he was present, that's why he also kept his distance, he didn't want their friendship to be ruined just because of a slight attraction towards her sister of his best friend. He'll be over, he'd said to himself so many times, although it was becoming more and more difficult for him to believe it.

"Are you going to keep quiet?" the man continued without opening his mouth and your anger only got bigger, the fact that you liked it didn't justify everything he did and having taken you out of the party like that was not the right thing to do" you know that? I'm leaving, I'm not going to ruin my fun for you."

Before you could leave you felt how the vibe in the room changed and Minho's gaze was heavier, normally you held his gaze challenging him but this time it was different and you felt how your insides even trembled to the beat of your legs.

"You can't go" his voice was deeper and even though you wanted to yell at him the words didn't come out, but absurd so you just turned to leave.

The blow on the wood alarmed you and you saw how Minho's hand had been placed on the side of your head and the heat in his body was present on the bare skin of your back.

"You don't know what you're saying, that's why you're so upset…if you knew the truth, you wouldn't…"

"Do you think I care? You just talk and talk without getting anywhere, I'm starting to get fed up and all because of your stupidities" you had turned around and looked into his eyes the whole time without fear, what you didn't expect was what it would happen later.

"shut up or…"

"or wha…"

You hadn't even been able to complete a simple word when you realized that his lips were on yours, you didn't finish processing what was happening and your mind could only think about the sensation of his kisses.

Your mind left the talk, the anger and the boy you had left behind behind, now it was only thinking about what you had always imagined and was processing the moment before it slipped away or even before you believed that maybe it was just a fantasy, but when you opened your eyes and saw Minho as his eyes met and fell to your lips with a gasp, you realized it hadn't just been your mind.

He approached again and you closed your eyes waiting for a kiss that never came.

"Han must be looking for you, we better go."

This time he was the one who opened the door and I waited for you to go out first, stunned by what just happened, you let his hand on your shoulder guide you to where Han was.

"I was worried, where did you go?" You didn't answer him and you went to the car to the same place where you had arrived.

Han had taken care not to make the tension between you and Minho evident, but you couldn't help but feel an unsettling sensation in your body every time you reviewed the moment when his lips met, this time it wasn't your imagination. He had reached out to you.

You locked yourself in your room and took a cold shower trying to get rid of the heat that had accumulated in your legs but when you were lying down unable to sleep you decided to ease the pain thinking of Minho.

***

The days went by faster than you expected and you avoided thinking about Minho, but life had agreed with Han to bring him home more times than you could count, you spent the whole time locked in the room listening to his laughs and the occasional conversation.

Your mind wasn't helping either, going over and over again the party scene along with the things you had memorized about him, like the way his lips curved when he laughed or how his eyes turned a little darker when he talked to you, the way her laughter filled the room and the shape of her body.

You were going crazy, the worst thing is that no one could know so you forced yourself to bite your tongue every time you heard his name.

The day his parents went on vacation for a couple of weeks was torture, Han kept taking you everywhere and he wouldn't leave you alone for a minute, it wasn't until he wanted to go out with a girl from the class, but even so, he thought about it too much and the best idea that occurred to him was to order you with his friend.

"Just make sure he doesn't come out or no boy comes in," Han repeated to Minho at the door for the fifth time that night.

"Go away" you yelled from your room.

"Stop worrying, he's in good hands" Minho told him as he pushed him out of the house.

When you finally heard the door close a lot of thoughts came to your head. You were alone with your brother's best friend and the boy you liked. You didn't expect anything, but even the idea of being able to talk to him seemed dangerous to you.

"Are you going to be angry all night?" His voice took you out of your thoughts and you saw him leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face.

You didn't speak to him and you just turned to avoid his gaze, noticing that the wall in your room was smoother than yesterday. Minho put aside the good face and without asking for permission he entered the room sitting next to you trying to avoid seeing your bare legs.

"we can talk?"

Even if you didn't answer him, you had an idea of where he wanted to go and you had already had this conversation with you many nights and it always came to the same thing, you didn't want to live it now.

"What are we supposed to talk about?" you asked playing dumb.

"The party thing was bad" you heard how your heart broke a little, and even if you had prepared yourself for the blow it wasn't more painful than you expected.

"I know…"

"I shouldn't have brought you out like that but something in me turned on when I saw you with that boy" you were silent taking in his words without looking at him "at first I thought it was just because I was scared of what Han might do but…"

"but?" you looked over your shoulder and saw the boy for the first time, trying to prevent the flame in your chest from igniting again.

"forget it" again something inside you turned off but you wouldn't let it do the same thing twice so when he got up and left the room you followed him into the kitchen.

"You can't leave me like this" he ignored you without turning to look at you, you approached making him look at you and even though you were trembling inside you just let your words out- you're just giving me illusions.

"what are you talking about?"

"Please, don't play dumb now. That party thing wasn't just because of what you thought of Han, I know you're hiding something" he opened his mouth to speak, but you didn't let him "do you think I don't realize how you were looking at me in the rearview mirror or how you didn't stop doing it the days after, besides what was that kiss? It wasn't just my imagination, I felt it."

"You are crazy."

"Please stop denying him and accept that you like me."

"I would never like someone like you" despite his hurtful words you didn't feel anything because now everything was clear to you, you didn't know when he had gotten too close but their bodies were so close that if you moved you could reach their lips.

"Then kiss me and he says it again"

The moment the words left your lips, regret arrived, but you didn't expect him to take you by the shoulders and join his lips with yours. It was only an instant before your body exploded and you let the emotion follow your movements.

He didn't let go of you when you opened your mouth and hooked on his neck, his hands took your waist and brought you closer to his chest, your head couldn't think clearly and the only thing he was paying attention to was the way his lips They found their way to your neck.

You let out a few moans when the boy's teeth dug into your skin, but that was enough for him to realize what was happening and as if your body burned him, he withdrew, moving away from you as far as possible.

"We can't do this, I don't want Han to think that…"

"but what do YOU want?" Minho stared at you clenching his fists "tell me" you pleaded as you slowly approached to stop him from leaving again. Your hands held his face so he was looking at you and you felt something dark in them, something that choked his words in his throat.

"You don't understand" his voice broke a bit and you noticed how his body trembled seeing you with tears in his eyes "I want my friend close, I can't change it… but I also want…" he said in a low voice and You noticed how his face took on a new look, his eyes now shone and his hands wrapped around yours, approaching you while he confessed what he had wanted for so long "I want you to tell me that you love me too, I want to be able to go out with you and hold hands man, I want to be able to see you every day, I want to be able to kiss your lips all the time. I want you."

Your chest was filled with a warm feeling, you never wanted to forget this moment, you squeezed his hands and let your lips come together again but this time it felt a little different, more delicate, but soon the taste became an addiction and the kiss deepened.

"I love you Minho" you said following the wild movements and moaned from him when his teeth caught your lower lip but you let the pain spread throughout your body causing your belly to start fluttering.

You lunged at him again as his hands wrapped around your legs and he lifted you onto the flat surface, your hands running up his arms and across his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt. You stressed his muscles to the edge of his pants and looked up to meet his leering eyes waiting for your next move.

You rushed to unbutton his pants and lower it just a little to discover his hardened member, you didn't think about it before taking it in your hands and beginning to massage it while he urged you to continue.

His hands had hooked on your breasts over your clothes, but you weren't wearing a bra so the contact he made with the garment made you open your mouth to moan when he tried to squeeze your nipples.

The moisture in your center made you rock your hips to seek friction so with his member still in your hand you took the tip to where a stain adorned your clothing and rubbed its length on you seeking the pleasure that both wanted to have.

Minho's head wouldn't stop spinning from everything you were doing and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, he had imagined this only a couple of times because of the guilt he had felt when he had perverted thoughts with his best friend's sister, But now that he was close to you and feeling everything you were causing him, he kept letting go of your name.

I needed to feel you completely, I took off your sweatshirt revealing your breasts and replaced his hands with his mouth sucking your skin leaving marks around your breasts and on your abdomen, he parted a little to see the mess between your legs. The liquid that adorned your shorts had expanded more than you thought and he couldn't help but think about how your pussy was begging for attention.

He got rid of the remaining clothes and felt how a new discharge of electricity ran through his body to discover your pussy throbbing around nothing and how you were all wet waiting for his cock.

"please Minho, I want you inside me."

"Wait a little more darling" controlling all his impulses, he lifted you from where you were to go to the room, but your moans in his ear and feeling against him was too much. He cornered you against the wall and the feeling of cold ran through your back causing your legs to hold him by the waist, he took the opportunity to align his member in you and enter inside you.

He kissed your lips while he let you get used to it and then his hips crashed against you starting a back and forth between moans and accumulated pleasure. Despite the fact that his hands held you, you felt like you could melt right there by the way his member moved inside your walls and the way he didn't let you breathe because of his passionate kisses.

You were short of breath and you felt like your legs had begun to shake, but this was not over yet. Minho left your feet on the floor and withdrew from you only to turn around and join his bodies again while he kissed your neck and one of his hands found its way to your clit.

Your hands could only be supported on the wall, scratching the smooth material while your chest heaved from its coldness. Minho's voice mixed with your moans and the noise of his hips crashing against you was the only thing in your head, because your body was submerged in a sea of sensations that made you closer to your limit every second.

You moaned at the sudden change in speed that caused you to fling to release your orgasm melting a bit, but Minho's hands held you from falling as he concentrated on finishing. The overstimulation in your body squeezed his member, causing him to fill your interior with his essence shortly after, which spilled down your thighs.

They stayed together for a moment until Minho decided to get out of you leaving you incomplete for a moment, you turned to see him and smiled when you saw his red face and messy hair with a slight layer of sweat on his chest.

"Is this what you wanted?" you nodded as he continued to give you little kisses, you led him to your room to clean up. "I guess this will be a secret right?" His question was obvious, too obvious, and you couldn't help the guilt that engulfed your body for a second.

"Maybe" you answered hugging him in the comfort of your bed "but we can't hide it forever."

"We'd better have a long talk with him" the mere fact of mentioning his name seemed painful but you couldn't deny yourself the happiness you had now and you didn't want to ruin the moment so you closed your eyes forgetting your brother for a moment.

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request Wrecker x reader where they sneak off really late at night for a cute little walk because they haven't been getting enough alone time. And it's a new relationship, so everything's still all cute and giggly. Maybe they think they are being quiet when they are sneaking back in, but something funny happens and reader is like dieing laughing and Hunter walks in like wtf is going on. Idk, feel free to ignore. Ily ♡

Warnings and Information: No real age warning for this one. 2nd person POV, undescribed Reader that can be read as gender neutral. Little sprinkling of Mando'a. Minor language (everyone say "thank you, Crosshair!"). It’s all the giddiness of a new(ish) relationship with the powerhouse of Clone Force 99 that is Wrecker. 🩷 Impromptu date late at night. Decided on a Modern!AU for this one where (most of) the Bad Batch work as a construction crew, and there's a few cameos of other Clones too. Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 

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Setting your bag down on the welcome mat, you thread your house key into the lock with an eager sigh. You're pretty tired. You finally have a free night, thankfully, and you've been away from home all day. 

You're looking forward to just vegging out on the couch to catch the season finale of your favorite show for the next hour and crawling into bed as soon as you finish trawling the 'net for other people's impressions of the finale. There's a lot of speculation regarding the dashing rogue of the series, and whether or not they'll finally pluck up the courage to share this big secret the show writers have been dangling over the fans. You just hope some news article doesn't show up in your social media feed only to come along and spoil it in the headline. 

"People really need to learn to tag their kriffing spoilers… It's not that hard." 

You bump the door open and hoist the bag back over your shoulder just as someone calls out your name. 

"H-hey! Wait up!" 

You pause in the entryway, cheeks pinching with a large smile. "Hey Wrecker." The way he's doubled over, hands pressed into his knees while he pants for air, you can guess Wrecker had likely jogged over to your place from his. He lives not too far from you, and it's a jog he's made several times before, but it has been a slightly warmer than average day that has only just begun to cool off in the last few hours. Tech, one of Wrecker's brothers, calls the phenomenon the "heat island" something or other. Effect? (If that wasn't right that sounded close enough.) "You okay? Here, come on in. Would you like some water?" 

"B-but- Weren't you jus' leaving?" Wrecker manages between slowing pants. He used the edge of his sleeve to mop the sweat from his brow once he's upright, fixing you with a woozy smile when you hook your fingers around his own and lead him inside. "Oh, no, I just got home, actually. How come?" You fill a glass from the cold tap and rummage around the freezer for some ice to make it a little more refreshing. Wrecker just ran so hot sometimes you were surprised he didn't pass out on some of his job sites as a construction worker. 

"I- oh, thanks, cyare." Wrecker greedily gulps down a few mouthfuls of water to relieve himself of his thirst, careful not to spill down his front or all over your kitchen floor. 

The intimacy of the pet name makes your ears flush with warmth, and your cheeks pinch a little more with a tender smile. "You're welcome." 

The worst of his thirst now quelled, Wrecker could explain why he thought he had caught you leaving the house. "I, uh, I came over to ask if you wanted to go do something. Together. Jus' the two of us. Worried that I got off work too late or took too long to clean up a bit and I caught you about to leave. I know it's nearly eleven, but it's been a while since we had a moment to spend time together… just to ourselves." There was good reason for the emphasis on the last three words. In the infancy of your relationship with Wrecker, you have only had one date together that wasn't interrupted in some way by his job, or one of your day to day priorities, or one of his brothers. 

You liked his brothers well enough thus far, but sometimes they really needed to learn when to butt out. Or what was appropriate for company. 

"Wrecker, have you seen my live specimen?"

"Hunter! One of Tech's kriffing specimens got loose again! Can't find the damn thing!" 

"Oh Maker…"

"L-let's leave, cyare. It's not a dangerous specimen or nothing, but it's jus' creepy." 

You smiled at Wrecker, and to him, those smiles could have thawed out an ice planet like Hoth twelve times over. Smiles that could get Crosshair, even in his most sour of moods, to return the gesture even for a fleeting moment. "Time just to ourselves sounds very, very nice… What'd you have in mind? I'm down for anything." The minute you pulled him across the welcome mat you decided you wouldn't mind watching the final episode of the season another time. Wrecker was here, and by happy coincidence, your schedules were completely free for the weekend. You could stay up as late as you liked.

"You wanna go for a bite? Or maybe go take a walk?" Wrecker offers. You like the idea of a casual walk, now that it's cooler. You glance at your footwear, a pair of sandals, and think for a moment it'll be smart to put on a pair of closed-toed shoes. "A walk sounds nice," you reply brightly, "You wanna go… uh, how about by the lake in the park?" 

Wrecker grins at the idea. He's got such an infectious smile that gives you butterflies in the pit of your stomach and a booming, boisterous laugh that you just loved. "Sure, tha' sounds nice! Been meaning to go see it one'a these days, but I'm busy helpin' my brothers with work most of the week." He'd love to go check it out with you, he says. 

Going to the lake took you past Wrecker's house, all dark save for two windows. Tech's, of course, and you believe the second is another brother of Wrecker's who's moved in only recently. 

You haven't had the opportunity to meet him yet. You hope to, one day, when he's ready. 

"He's… been through a lot. One'a our other brothers thought it might be a good idea if he came and lived with us for a bit. Quieter. Less people." 

"How many brothers do you have, Wrecker?" 

He had laughed, scratching nervously around the back of his head with a great shrug. "I dunno, honestly. I have a lot of brothers. But, I get along best with Hunter, Tech and Cross… So I hope I get along with Echo too." 

"I'm sure you will, Wrecker. You're friendly and kind and sweet… a-and um…" Your mouth had gotten away from you, then. You had only been friends back then, and you'd slowly grown closer, grown feelings for this gentle giant. You were that close to blurting out that you thought he was handsome, cute even, down to the scar and replacement eye that was a result of an accident on one of his very first job sites. He had said your name with that same jovial laugh and winning smile and, jokingly, asked, "What? You gonna say I'm cute or somethin'?" 

That's all it took. Just a few months later, here the two of you were, playfully bumping into one another as you entered the park hand-in-hand, making jokes and laughing together. 

"No-no-no, that's not what the joke means!" you insisted, feeling the ache in your sides growing the more you laughed until you were nearly breathless. "You realize Cross is messing with you, right?" 

"Yeah, 'course I do!" he replies, "But so am I! It's jus' how the two'a us are. It's a lot of fun to purposely misunderstand a joke and see how long it takes before Tech can't take it anymore. Our record was two hours. Hunter even joined in!" 

"But I thought he hated it when you and Cross goofed off on your job sites." 

Wrecker grins through mischievous laughter. "Naaah. Hunter goofs off on job sites just as much as us when we can get away with it, but he's more… subtle about it. Unless he wants to show off to our older brother Cody. He's a contractor and the one who suggested the job to us; so we try an' behave a little more than usual when he comes to check on how construction is going." Wrecker explains. They've been part of the crew who initially came in to renovate some very old apartment buildings here in this little, growing city, but overnight the sign that had previously said "RENOVATIONS UNDERWAY" for the first few weeks became "DEMO AND REBUILD". Now you know why; Cody's the one who made the call on that, and you wonder why the sudden change. 

"Oh, huge infestation that went untreated for too long. I don't remember what Tech calls them or what they are, but Cody said it was gonna be better to scrap everything and build fresh. I ain't complaining!" 

That was something you appreciated Wrecker for. He complained about very little. He was often optimistic and in high spirits. Happy to do almost anything he was asked so long as he was with his brothers and didn't have a want of food. All that manual labor makes a person hungry, so it doesn't surprise you to find him snacking on something if he's left to his own devices and the thought comes over him. 

Actually, in fact, you hadn't just walked past his house on the way to the park: you briefly came inside so he could throw a few things into the cooler bag he takes to his job sites (he, Hunter and Cross bounced between at least two or three sites if Cody needed a few more hands for something on a particular day) and have a little picnic on the grass with you. You both took care to be quiet so as not to disturb his brothers. Wrecker did however bump into Crosshair in the kitchen, who took one look in the lunch bag and said "Unless you plan on drinking that kriffing disgusting lake water, I suggest you take something to drink, too." before he snatched a few slices of cold pizza from a box in the fridge and shuffled off. 

Not much of a talker, Crosshair. But that's okay. 

"How's this for a spot?" you ask, coming across a bench after walking roughly one half of the man-made lake. Walking and talking with Wrecker was enjoyable, the late-summer air carried by a gentle breeze across the water was cool and soothing here. Not too far from the water's edge, and you could hear some of the lake life, little frogs, croaking and singing in the reeds and lily pads from here. Wrecker nods approvingly, setting down the cooler bag. "Perfect! Here, made this for you. Sorry if it's a little smushed or if I forgot a condiment." 

He offers you a brown paper bag, and inside, you find your favorite sandwich you often throw together when you need a quick bite to eat. "Aww, you made this for me? Wrecker that's so sweet of you, thank you." You bite into it with eager anticipation, and it's definitely the way you like it. "Oh Maker," you moan blissfully, chewing slowly to savor it, "that's a good sandwich." Wrecker smiles bashfully as he takes a seat beside you on the bench, unwrapping his own sandwich. 

"Did I-?"

"No, not a single missing condiment." you tell him. Shyness and uncertainty turn to pride for the man beside you. 

"Oh, good! I made it kinda quick-like from memory so we could get goin' without bothering my brothers." He takes a bite of his own sandwich, and allows himself to chew thoroughly before he speaks again. "I, uh, I make everyone's lunch in the mornings. Except for Tech's sometimes, he's pretty particular about what he takes to his lab." 

You think back to what Tech's job is, but the proper name for it escapes you. "He works in the… preservation department at the local museum, right?" 

Wrecker bobs his head as he takes another bite of his sandwich, smaller this time. "Yeah. Works in at least three labs. Real smart. Like scary smart. He'd get bored if he worked in just one lab. And because I don't remember what lab he goes to on what days, he and I agreed it'd be best for him to make his own lunches most days. Oh, I almost forgot! Here!" He reaches into the cooler bag again and pulls out one of your favorite, non-alcoholic, bottled beverages. "That's for you. Can't have a proper picnic without something to drink." 

Wrecker's attention to detail, his memory of things he's learned about you only very recently, it all makes you feel giddy and warm inside that he's so incredibly attentive to your likes and dislikes. Other romantic partners, whether they had been potential or well and truly established, had not been quite so aware like Wrecker. What had taken others five months or more to remember that you did not like on your pizza, Wrecker had remembered in just five days. 

Hunter had called your name from the kitchen, ready to place an order from a little place new to town called Gregor's Grub-hub and asked what toppings you liked on your pizza, apologizing for not remembering what you had taken from the assortment of pizzas the crew offered to share with you when you stopped by Wrecker's job site to return the comically oversized jacket he loaned you. 

"That's okay, I remember!" Wrecker had declared from the couch as the two of you sat together, trying (and failing) to take this board game seriously. It was just so much more fun to bend the rules or try stacking all the game pieces. Whatever silly idea possessing the pair of you was swiftly entertained. 

It was just so easy to have fun with Wrecker. He found joy in the little things. And he cared so deeply about his brothers. He cared so deeply about you. 

You crack open the bottle, and together the two of you mock-toast to this late-night, lakeside summer picnic the pair of you took on a whim. You're so glad to be out here with him. Just the two of you in the light of the full, silver moon hung in the sky above this beautiful park, serenaded by the frogs and distant cicadas in the trees.

"Thanks Wrecker. Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Wrecker laughs brightly, the sound as bubbly as the lapping waves of water against the shore, and as distinct as the ping from the phone in your pocket as your phone begins to blow up with news about the final episode of the season you originally planned to watch tonight. (Damn. Maybe the dashing rogue will pluck up the courage next season.) You can't even be mad about the spoilers. 

You're enjoying this rare evening together with Wrecker far, far too much to be annoyed about that. 

"Nice night for a date…" you murmur fondly, leaning into Wrecker's side as you sit on the bench and eat some of the other snack foods out of the cooler bag now that the two of you have finished your sandwiches. "... thanks for the late, lakeside picnic, Wrecker." You giggle softly when he shyly asks if you're okay with a little kiss on the cheek. He kisses the top of your head for good measure as well, emboldened by the smiles and giggles. "Yer welcome. We should do this more often." he says, looking out over the glimmering water with you. 

You should do this more often. Maybe the next time you come here, you can take him here in the sunlight and come feed the waterfowl on a day that his brothers could get by without his help. Crosshair didn't need help the clambering up onto the scaffolding so he could do his job as a roofer, but he often let Wrecker help him because it eased his brother's fear of heights, or the fear that Cross was going to fall from the scaffolding again after a really nerve-wracking incident, more rather. 

A strong gust of wind had ripped through the construction site before the structure had been secured against the frameworks, and his brother had lost his balance. Wrecker had been there to catch him in the nick of time. 

"Maybe it gets under my skin a little that my brothers make fun of me for my fear of heights," Wrecker admitted somberly to you in private shortly after the scare. "But I'd never willingly let my brothers fall. I'll always be there to catch them… if I can." 

Once the two of you have finished most of the food from the cooler bag, you diligently pack away all of your trash until you pass by another trash can. "Let's finish walking around the rest of the lake. Then let's maybe call it a night." you suggest. It's too nice a night not to. You just hope the city police don't come along and spoil the moment by suggesting that you need to leave, since park lock-up happens at 12:30. It's only midnight, and the rest of the lake won't take long to walk at a decent pace. 

Common opinion is that some of the force can be overly stern, even how the chief of police is characterized as "heartless", but you've come to understand that these officers with red police cruisers (an unusual color choice) are decent men. They're just chronically overworked. You feel for them, now. They're only doing their jobs, however unpopular it might be. 

Thankfully, where you'll complete your full circuit of the lake with Wrecker is not too far from one of these entrance and exit gates that are found along the wall of the gated park. 

Joking and laughing with Wrecker once again puts a pep in your step, now that the two of you are comfortably full and content with the late-night meal. 

Wrecker suggests walking a little closer to the water, just before you leave. Give the lake a closer look, maybe see if he can't get a picture of one of the frogs for Tech. "He could probably tell us all about 'em! Tech loves that kinda stuff… sharing what he learns with people." Wrecker says with a grin as he quickly snaps a photo of a plump frog resting on a lilypad. He's carefully crouched on the edge of the bank in order to get it. You creep down closer to the waterline so you can take his phone for him so he can use both hands to pull himself back up the slightly steep bank. The water is deep here, and you're both hoping to avoid falling in.

"Here, I got it." you offer, holding out your hand. 

You slip on a slick patch of grass and mud as you collect his phone, and as luck would have it, the sandal slips off as you stumble and it falls into the lake with a splash.

Wrecker had caught you before you fell in as well. "Gotcha, cyare! Are you okay?" 

"I'm f-fine," you assure him with a tiny stammer, glad you hadn't dropped his phone or fallen in. "Just lost my shoe. Thanks for catching me." 

"Of course, cyare. Didn't think I'd only be there to catch just my brothers, didja?" He's teasing, of course, but the question makes you flush. No, of course you didn't think that. 

Wrecker peers down into the water, trying to see if he could spot your sandal. Man, why didn't you change into something with laces? You'd thought about it and everything, but you were just so excited about spending time with Wrecker that you dashed out the door without giving it a second thought… 

A car door closes in the distance. It sounds like it's from a car parked near the gate. Uh oh. What time is it? 

"Wrecker, we need to go, I think the-" 

He's up to his elbow in the lake water, carefully swishing his arm around while seeing if he can't find your shoe. "Just a second, I'll find your shoe and then we can go cyare." Wrecker promises, trying to settle your nerves. He's so focused on being sweet and helpful that he doesn't hear or notice the officer starting down the path. 

"Wrecker, c'mon, it's okay. It's just a cheap little sandal, we really should go!" 

The way Wrecker is hunched over the water on his hands and knees in the dim light of the moon, the officer mistakes the position for a starting dive and he calls out in warning. "Hey-! There's no swimming in the lake!" 

Wrecker falls in with a great splash, startled. He surfaces shortly, the water up to his chest. Okay, maybe the water wasn't as deep as you thought. "I'm okay!" Wrecker splutters, coughing up lake water. "I found your sandal!" 

You turn to the officer now standing on the edge of the lake, glowering down disappointedly at Wrecker. "I'm so sorry, sir," you say, "he was just trying to get my shoe and then I think you startled him an- O-oh, Officer Fox! I didn't realize it was you, I'm so sorry!" Fox didn't realize it was you, either, turns out. He speaks your name with great surprise, then takes another look at the sopping wet figure carefully climbing out of the water with your wet, muddy shoe in hand. "Wrecker?"

"Yup!" 

Officer Fox removes his peaked cap and scratches his salt-and-pepper hair with a weary sigh. "... I thought the two of you were a couple of kids or something. Got a call from a "concerned citizen" about some "hooligan youth" in the park. Some busybody of an old man who's constantly inventing problems for me because he has his mind made up that I don't have enough to do…" 

You grimace sympathetically. "Mr. Sheev, again?"

"That old bat's still alive?" Wrecker asks disbelievingly. No one's quite sure how old Mr. Sheev is, but he looks like he's been dodging the grim reaper longer than it should be natural. 

There's a mutter from Officer Fox that sounds a lot like the word unfortunately before the cap is replaced and he has to do his job. 

"C'mon… park's locking up for the night, soon. And since you're wet," he nods to Wrecker, "and you're half barefoot," Officer Fox nods to you this time, "I'll give you a lift in the cruiser." 

Officer Fox takes you both back to Wrecker's place, watching the two of you from the car as you're huddled on the porch, wrestling with the ring of house keys. Darn things seem to make themselves invisible or slippery when they get the slightest inkling that you might be in a hurry to get inside. 

Wrecker says he'll have to mop up the water in a second, trying and failing at threading his house key into the lock with shaky fingers. Lake water was cold and he was soaked to the bone trying to do a kind thing by retrieving your sandal for you. 

Fox, the chief of police for the city, calls from the cruiser that Wrecker better get into some dry clothes soon, and not to feel bad about getting the seats wet. "Shit like this happens more than you think. I gotta ask Cody if he's the guy I gotta talk to about getting a proper walking path around the lake… as soon as I'm done with all this other kriffing paperwork. Goodnight." You help Wrecker get the key into the door and thank him for the lift. "You too, Officer Fox! Thank you again!" 

As the two of you try to squeeze inside, someone knocks over the coatrack bearing three high-vis vests and a crisp lab coat. "Whoops!" Oh stars, that clatter was sure to wake someone up… It was nearly one in the morning now. 

Wrecker's foot slips in the growing puddle of water, and trying to help him, or make sure that he's okay, you yourself trip over the coat rack and fall on top of him with a yelp. Once again, he breaks your fall, and tries to break the nervous tension with a corny joke after you both frantically apologize to one another. 

"Guess we're a couple'a angels if we keep fallin' for one another, huh, cyar'ika?" 

You can't help it. The joke is so silly and undeniably sweet coming from someone like Wrecker that if the coat rack, and then the two of you falling over and on top of one another didn't wake Wrecker's brothers, your laugh certainly would have. Four pairs of feet plod down the stairs at varying speeds, Hunter the fastest. He's fresh out of bed in nothing but a pair of red and black boxers, face wracked with confusion. Wrecker is soaking wet and smells like algae. And you're now damp after having landed on top of him. Hunter was told the two of you were just going for a walk, how the hell did his brother and his date end up getting wet?

"The kriff are you two doing on the floor?" Crosshair yawns from up the stairs. 

"And why are you wet?" 

You smile apologetically up at Hunter, "Wrecker fell in the lake trying to get my shoe for me. I was trying to keep his phone dry after he took a picture of a frog for Tech and-" Your eyes dart further up the stairs when you hear Tech excitedly ask "A frog?" from behind Cross, and you spot the brother who must be Echo behind him. He's a little paler and his face is gaunt compared to the others. He looks rather disoriented and anxious after you probably woke him up so unexpectedly. 

"Oh… hello there; are you Echo?" 

He nods timidly. "I am. And you are…?" He seems surprised to hear you know his name, but he doesn't seem to recognize you. You wait as he carefully makes his way down the stairs, one step at a time. The horrible accident Echo had suffered from was some time ago, but three of his limbs haven't quite been the same since. Minor weakness and numbness, to your memory. You waited until he was closer to put out the appropriate hand to introduce yourself with a polite smile. "Nice to meet you. Officially." Echo manages apologetically. "Sorry, guess I didn't recognize you because I've only ever heard Wrecker talk about the person he's started dating." 

You smile reassuringly at Echo, and flash Wrecker a cheeky look when you hear he's been talking about you to his brothers. You're sure he would look just as flushed as you if the light from the kitchen wasn't so dim. 

"I'll get a mop and clean up the water," Wrecker promises Hunter when his brother takes a look at the floor by the front door after Wrecker picks up his cooler bag and dumps all the trash into the kitchen's garbage can. 

Hunter shrugs lazily. "Nah, don't bother. You two should go shower or something. I'll take care of it. Besides falling in the lake - apparently - was your walk nice?" 

"Oh yeah!" Wrecker says with a giant grin that you return when you share a look. "I think the two of us might do it again soon. This time without losing any shoes." 

You can only nod and laugh softly in agreement. The next time you go on one of these late-night walks with Wrecker, if this becomes a regular thing in your relationship, you are definitely going to start wearing better shoes with laces.

Note from Frost: The idea of Palpatine being a nosy cranky senior citizen who calls the police over "hooligan youths" having fun came out of nowhere but it tickled me too much not to include it lmao. (Poor Commander Fox...)

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Misc: The road to Stormveil

This ain't a case or anything. Just some notes about a mistake I made.

Typically, I like to be slow and methodical, but sometimes I like to throw caution to the wind, indulge in a little chaos. So rather than gradually working my way up to Stormveil, I decided to find a quick and easy route.

Got what I wanted with a strange updraft the voice calls a "Spiritspring." Torrent, my trusty steed, was able to launch himself up the spiritspring and onto the cliff. There were a bunch of giants lumbering around, but I managed to avoid them and spurred Torrent into the woods.

Closer I got, the more I realized why they called it Stormveil. The wind bit so hard at my face, I was grateful I was still wearing my prison mask. It wasn't a clean wind either, so full of grit I could barely see where I was going. There was something foul on that wind, and the closer I got, the stronger the wind and the more foul the smell.

I had to take a rest at the first shack I saw, where I met a man named Bernahl. A stout warrior type, in heavy armor and carrying a greatsword. Asked me if I had faith in the Golden Order, which is the kind of question you don't ask unless you're looking for a particular answer. Couldn't get a read on him, so I answered with the truth: Never really had faith in anything, and not about to start now. He told me that answer could lead to trouble as a Tarnished, but he said it like he had experience.

Got back on the road and made it all the way back to where I started, on the other side of the gate, before I had to stop in another shack. This one was occupied too, with a girl who introduced herself as Roderika, after some prodding. Seemed out of it and loopy, like she'd had a terrible shock. There was some sense to her rambling, at least. Talking about grafting and a spider made me think of the thing at the chapel, but it was when she mentioned the "white-mask" that I really took notice. Seems the bastard set her up. After watching her companions slaughtered, she's broken in a way that won't be fixed by me pressing her for details. I briefly considered getting justice for her from Varré, but I'm not here for justice. I'm here for answers, nothing more.

Left Roderika behind and headed up to Stormveil. Welcoming party started pelting me with bombs from a distance, but with Torrent's speed, no way they could tag me. I definitely didn't get blown up even once, and pretty soon I was on the final approach to Stormveil.

Then I was stopped in my tracks by a giant, hairy old man calling himself Margit the Fell. I don't know who he is, but he just jumped down from a rampart what seemed like a half mile away, and decided to make things difficult for me.

No need to get into the blow by blow. I ate dirt. He served me my own ass. That shillelagh of his hit like a battering ram, and he moved faster than he had any right to. If I'm ever gonna get into this castle, I'm clearly gonna have to contend with him, and I've got a lot of work to do before that's even a possibility.

At least Melina showed up shortly thereafter to offer me another boon. Said she'd been testing me, and I'd somehow passed. She took me to a place called the Roundtable Hold, and, well, that's a whole other journal entry.

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⏳Timey Wimey Wincest 2: Electric Boogaloo ⌛

💜 Ft. Younger!Dean/Older!Sam 💜

+ a side of Samcentric and honorable mentions

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💜 The Ghost In You by AmyPond45

Rating: Mature | Words: 3860 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: In an effort to ease his grief after Dean dies, Sam visits Dean in the past, during the Stanford era, when Dean’s missing his brother something awful.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Post-Finale, Grief/Mourning

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💜 Return to Thunder Dome by raidensrealm

Rating: Explicit | Words: 6918 | Underage

Summary: As a firefighter from the year 2115, Sam readies himself to time jump. After almost twenty years he reflects on the wild events leading to when his sixteen year old self witnessed when he kicked through the cabin door at Yosemite State Park like some big damn movie hero.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Firefighters, Earthquakes, Boys Kissing, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Consensual, Landslide, Yosemite - Freeform, Weecest, Wincest - Freeform, shower makeout sesh, HEA, First Kiss, First Time

My Note: I don't usually read AU, so if you're like me and kinda want to back away from that AU firefighters tag, let me just tell you that it's not like that, bestie, I prommy. It's sci-fi, which is kissing cousins with supernatural. It's time travel and action and feels.

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💜 Welcome to Your Future by klove0511

Rating: Teen+ | Words: 11336 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: When Dean is suddenly pulled through time, he's confronted with a broken little brother a decade older than he should be. With Sam determined to send Dean back to his own time, will Dean be able to figure out where his present day counterpart is and fix things for Sam?

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel, Pre-Series Dean Winchester, season 9/10 Sam Winchester, Mutual Pining, implied unrequited sam/cas, Show level violence, Demon Dean Winchester, Implied/Referenced Suicide

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💜 The Time Traveler's Brother by AmyPond45

Rating: Mature | Words: 54752 | Underage

Summary: Dean's life is turned upside down the night his mother dies. But that's also the night a mysterious grown-up version of Dean's brother first appears in his life. While Dean grows up, "Old Sam" is often there, especially when Dean's father isn't. As Dean learns what the future holds, he begins to question everything his father has taught him about who he is and what he is supposed to become. Can Dean find a way to save his little brother from his own future?

Additional Tags: Underage - Freeform, Pre-Series, First Time, Schmoop, Cuddling, Romance, soul-mates, older sam/younger dean, bottom!Dean, Top!Sam, rating: R - Freeform, Hurt!Sam, hurt!Dean, time-travel, Weechesters, Wincest - Freeform, Sam/Dean - Freeform, Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester - Freeform, powers!Sam, Happy Ending, Multiple Sams, Multiple Deans, Alternate Reality, Soulless!Sam, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV: Dean

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💜 A Brief Moment in Time by Annie46fic

Rating: Mature | Words: 8903 | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Dean's death was caused by the Mark of Cain. Sam decides to go back to a time before all of this started. After finding a suitable spell he finds himself back in Truman High, and goes hunting for Dean who is now the younger brother. Posing as a janitor Sam finds Dean, but can he change things for good this time? Or will everything go to hell?

Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Younger Dean/Older Sam, Bottom Sam, Season/Series 09 Spoilers, contains NSFW art, Implied/Referenced Character Death

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💜 The Midnight Rider by AmyPond45

Rating: Explicit | Words: 5173 | Underage

Summary: Did Sam really "stop" looking for Dean after he disappeared at the end of Season 7? Or is there just something Sam did that he doesn't want Dean to know about? Soon after the brothers move into the bunker, Dean has a weird dream, and when he confronts Sam about it, he gets some answers he wasn't quite expecting.

Additional Tags: Wincest - Freeform, Time Travel, Bottom!Sam, Schmoop, fix-it for Season 8, Wincest Big Bang 2016

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💜 Most Things Happen Somewhere Else by riyku

Rating: Explicit | Words: 3300 | Underage

Summary: A storm is ripping across the plains the night that the guy shows up.

Additional Tags: Time Travel

My Notes: This fic inspired the one listed above it, The Midnight Rider, but I personally enjoyed reading this one second as it's like it colors in the details from Dean's POV.

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💜 It's the Blueprint of Your Life by queenklu

Rating: Explicit | Words: 38400 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Sam jerks awake in the middle of the night and everything goes to hell. Well, not literally, though Dean is staring down the barrel of less than a year before his deal comes due. In the midst of dealing (or not dealing) with his impending death, a killer ghost ship, and Bela showing up out of the blue, Dean also has to figure out what’s going on in Sam’s head to make him so twitchy, why he’s suddenly breezing through this case while writing endless notes in a notebook he won’t let Dean see. Damn it, Dean thinks, This is gonna take a lot of chickflick moments.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Fix-It

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💜 Ganymede Summer by phoenixflight

Rating: Explicit | Words: 4254 | Underage

Summary: Tracking down a series of disappearances, Sam gets flung back in time and has to solve the case with sixteen year old Dean. It's very distracting.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Case Fic, Established Relationship, First Time, Rimming, Bottom Dean Winchester, Younger Dean Winchester/Older Sam Winchester

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💜 You Can't Go Home Again by AmyPond45

Rating: Teen+ | Words: 27799 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: Sam and Dean discover evidence that they time-traveled to 1983 to help their Dad and their younger selves right after their mother died. Then things get complicated.

Additional Tags: Season 9 AU, Time Travel, Wincest - Freeform, established wincest, Prequel AU, outsider pov, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Weechesters, Schmoop, cuddling goo, chick-flick-moments, Happy Ending, Fluff, Pre-Series

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My Note: Despite this having both pairs of siblings, I decided this fic strictly belongs on this list because it's from wee!Dean's POV and wee!Sam is a baby. Outsider POV my beloved -- with a twist!

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💜 Come to Leave Me by raziella

Rating: Explicit | Words: 49834 | Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: He just wanted to change some things - go back and redo the parts that lead to this. He didn't expect to end up here.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Season/Series 11, Pre-Series, Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Age Difference, Sam Winchester's Demonic Powers, First Time, Sam has moral objections, John is a complex character, Underage Drinking, Bisexual Dean, Sibling Incest, Self-Esteem Issues, Angels are Dicks, John's A+ Parenting, Teenchesters, BAMF Sam, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Internalized Homophobia, Temporary Character Death, Fix-It

My Note: This was lost in my tabs and added to this list October 1, 2022. It's epic!!

[samcentric]

❤ To Take Your Hand and Feel Your Breath by AmyPond45

Rating: Teen+ | Words: 12089 | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Two months into Dean’s tour of Hell, Sam rescues him, with a little help from a friend from an alternate future. From his future self, Sam learns there are much worse things than Dean turning into a demon in Hell, and much darker futures await the Winchesters if Sam can’t get Dean out in time.

Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, au for season 4, Post-Season/Series 03 AU, Sam Winchester Saves Dean Winchester, Selfcest

My Note: This fic is really more about past!Sam and future!Sam interacting, though you do get some Dean interaction at the end.

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❤ Pick Myself Up Off The Ground by WetSammyWinchester

Rating: Explicit | Words: 14790 | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: When hellhounds came for his brother, Sam was overwhelmed by grief and guilt, and willing to do anything to bring Dean back. Then a man who looks just like him shows up from the future with a story of angels and Armageddon.

This other Sam is dealing with his own guilt and loss, but he has a plan to stop the apocalypse before it begins and to rescue Dean. Now, the two of them must work together - two Sams to bring back one Dean.

Additional Tags: Angst, Time Travel, Spells & Enchantments, Sam Winchester Big Bang 2017, Hurt Sam Winchester, Grieving Sam, Vessel Trauma, Mutual Masturbation, Sam Winchester-centric

My Note: There's a sequel I haven't read yet.

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❤ The Only Place I Ever Called Home Was You by hunters_retreat

Rating: Mature | Words: 6000 | Underage

Summary: Sam and Dean never talk about what happened that night, but what happens when they find themselves in the same town, the night before everything went wrong? Can they change their past? And if they can, what happens to their future?

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Underage - Freeform

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[honorable mentions; some of these are on both lists]

💚 Not Her Sam by Yuval25

Rating: Teen+ | Words: 4866 | No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: "Oh," Sam says, and it's not her Sam, it's the other Sam, the older one, the broken one.

This Sam has not been hers for twelve years.

Basically, Future Dean goes back in time to change the future and saves Jess. Future Sam tags along unexpectedly. And Jess is okay. No, seriously. She's fine.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Fix-It, Older Dean, Older Sam, Slash, Older Dean/Older Sam, But also, jess/sam - Freeform, POV Jessica Moore, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Wincest - Freeform

My Note: Since this is Jess POV it doesn't exactly have the elements I typically desire from time travel wincest. But I love Jess in this and the wincest is blatant, with a side of SamJess.

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💚 Sincerely, Sam by FallenKy

Rating: Mature | Words: 87505 | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Summary: Sam Winchester is praying for death.

Dean's already gone after sacrificing himself to take out Amara and Sam's losing more and more of himself each day at Lady Bevell's hands. He's reached his limit. Then suddenly he finds himself in 1998 and the sole focus of a supernatural lawyer who has one very firm request; She needs Sam to cure a demon. Dad, Dean, and Bobby won't let him out of their sights and Sam has enough to juggle with the swarm of supernatural creatures who think the Boy King has come back to take his crown.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, Pre-Series, Weecest, Weechesters, Time Traveling Sam, BAMF Sam, Protective Dean Winchester, Miscommunication, Tortured Sam, Hurt Sam, Hurt/Comfort, powers!Sam, Boy King of Hell Sam Winchester, Underage Kissing, Bottom Sam Winchester

My Notes: TBH the only reason this is Honorable Mention is this is a WIP that hasn't been updated since 2019. But it's at 17/19 chapters and it's a really awesome story. It's a Sam-time-swap, with 15-year-old Sam in the future with s12 Dean, and s12 Sam in 1998 with 19-year-old Dean. Hella plotty.

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💚 Sam's Magic Time Closet by AmyPond45

Description: One day, Sam finds a magic closet in his room in the bunker. He uses it to travel back in time to fix mistakes he made in the past, to check on his brother, and to bring home other versions of himself and Dean. It's mostly complete, but there are always room for more storylines with this kind of trope, so.

My Note: I haven't read these yet, but they look fun. There's a mix of who is older and younger in each work.

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💚 Pray Unto The Splinters by weeping00willow

Rating: Explicit | Words: 31861 | Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Summary: Still on the trail of Pestilence and running from both the Devil and Heaven's Host, Sam gets transported 15 years back in time and sucked into a case that seems to hold more than meets the eye.

Additional Tags: Time Travel, First Time, older!Sam/younger!Dean, Case Fic

My Note: I haven't read this yet but it sounds good. Case fic ftw!

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[timey wimey wincest pt 1: older!dean/younger!sam]

#my rec list #wincest fic recs #wincest fanfiction #time travel wincest #time travel sam #time travel dean #timey wimey wincest #weechesters #weecest

[aella-a]

I see on the tags a lot of people angry at Kinn, or angry at Porsche, or angry at Kim. And I'm like, other than Kim, you shouldn't be angry at the characters for their actions, maybe you should be looking at the writing. I don't think anyone is going to say that Kinnporsche is the most perfect show that's ever been created, and I know that some people hate any type of criticism, if you're one of those people, please just keep scrolling, I'm not critical of people who think the show is perfect - art is subjective after all, so don't take this personally.

I think, myself that a lot of the criticisms that people level at Kinn and Porsche could have been fixed, or mollified with better writing, and better pacing. As one example, people got mad because Kinn forgot about Pete, or seemingly completely forgot about Big. Well the Pete issue was because the writers thought it was a great moment to insert some comedy.

Comedy is good at alleviation of tension, even in the darkest shows comedy is welcome (some great comedy in Pulp Fiction and that movie is dark), but you have to be careful where you insert the comedy, and at what expense. At this point in the show everyone is worried about Pete, a lot of people are sad that Big died in such a sacrificial way - the writers decide that making fun of Kinn's memory loss was the best time to show why Pete is left alone being tortured. This ...wasn't a wise choice.

Many of the viewers get angry at Kinn, when I believe it's just bad writing. The writers kill off Big, and then ...decide that there is no point in addressing the aftermath after Big's death declaration, no point in showing the consequences, no point in showing that Big mattered at all - because they decided cute scenes of the helicopter ride, and nightclub love declarations were more important. Those scenes are cute, I like them, but they are not entirely necessary and were written, and produced at the expense of addressing time on Big's death. We didn't even get time to show that the other bodyguards cared, Kim didn't shed a tear, Chan didn't make any arrangements.

Big is like a stone thrown into a pond, there was some ripples and then the pond looks exactly the same as before. That's not how to write a drama, that's not how you create character growth - Big's death was a great opportunity for Porsche to self-reflect on his choices and where he is at in the mafia, to at least to think about his mortality. That's great drama, that opportunity wasn't used by the writers.

I'm not angry at the characters, I'm going to pretend that there were consequences in between the scenes that were given, and I'm not really angry at the writers either, because angry is too strong a word - but I'm annoyed. I think their writing choices were very poor.

It's disappointing.

#kinnporsche

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Six:

After a long day of back-to-school shopping with the girls, Steve couldn't help but be relieved that it was done. Sure, he knew that he should've appreciated that the girls still wanted him around when they could've easily gone with their friends. However, he couldn't help but be glad that he could finally return home and relax. At least, for a little while.

"Ooh, can we get some coffee?" Cori asked, as the popular cute café came into view.

"Yeah, can we?" Bitsy asked.

Nevie clasped her hands together and pushed her lower lip out into a pout as she pleaded, "Please, pops?"

And while Steve had no intention of denying them, he feigned exasperation. Letting the girls sweat it for just a moment. Especially since his mind was made up almost as soon as the suggestion was offered up.

As a litany of pleads filled the cab of the van, Steve blew out his breath and signaled for the drive. Of course, that only gained more noise from the teens as they rejoiced. Steve simply shook his head.

Pulling into a spot near the door, Steve cut the engine and climbed out. Only once his hand was on the door did he remember that Sheila's was more than just some hopping coffee shop, it was the employer of Kit's crush. And Steve decided to see if he could get a feel for the girl that the young adult was so infatuated with.

"I'm definitely in the mood for a frozen Avalanche latte," Nevie decided as they took their place next in the queue.

"See," Bitsy started, "I'm thinking more of an iced Bear Cub."

"Lame," Cori commented. "Both such basic choices."

"Haven't you ever heard of, 'if it's not broken, don't fix it?'" Nevie good-humoredly scoffed.

Bitsy, on the other hand, argued, "As if you're not equally as predictable."

"I never said anything about predictability," Cori flipped her freshly highlighted blonde hair over her golden-tan shoulder. "But since you brought it up..."

Steve shook his head, but decided to occupy himself with glancing from the menu high on the wall and glancing at the baristas. Wondering which one was The One. Admittedly, Kit was the one who didn't have a type at all. They had dated people of all shapes, sizes, and identities. It was something that Steve loved about them, but it was making spying on their crush more difficult.

"Okay, then what are you getting, Cordelia the Great?" Bitsy asked her sister.

"I'm going all out," Cori shrugged, taking a step forward when the line moved. "The German Mocha is the only way to go."

Bitsy tossed her head back as she exaggerated a laugh, "And you called us basic?!"

As some of the other café goers looked over at them, Bitsy flashed an apologetic smile their way while her naturally pale-white skin reddened. Even Nevie's cheeks reddened from the attention, though she wasn't the one to cause the other's gazes to redirect to them. Meanwhile, Cori couldn't have cared less and acted as though they didn't exist at all.

Steve simply shook his head and mentally face-palmed. Knowing that this was one of the reasons why no one brought anyone home to meet them until they were serious about them. Sure, that meant that the family only met a few of the partners, but it was understandable. And it made Steve wish that Kit's crush Carmen wasn't working today.

"Next?" The cashier unnecessarily called out.

The Barneses moved up to the counter and Steve's gaze landed on a petite brunette with a welcoming smile that lit up the room. Steve didn't need to read the name tag to know that she was the object of Kit's affection. It was that obvious, and Steve got it immediately. From the energy that she gave off, Steve knew that she was a great match for the twenty-one year old.

"Welcome to Sheila's," Carmen greeted with a naturally raspy voice. "What can I get for you today?"

"Oh, um," Steve turned his gaze from the young beta woman towards the menu. Usually, he didn't mind an iced Americano. But for some odd reasoning plaguing his mind made him paranoid that he didn't want to seem so plain. After all, this could be the person that Kit spent the rest of their life with, and he didn't want to ruin a first impress–

"Pops," Cori regained his attention.

The three teens looked at him expectantly and he asked, "Did you guys order?" They nodded and he decided, "Okay... I'll take a, um... A, um... You know, my kid came here and said that there was a tea latte that tasted like a snickerdoodle. I'll take that."

It was as though something clicked for her then. And Steve worried that he had said too much. Instead of calling him out though, she rang them up.

Moving towards the other end of the counter so they could wait for their drinks, Steve was a little mortified when Carmen mirrored them on the other side. Since the Barneses were the last ones in line, the only thing the beta had to do was help with their order.

"So, you're, uh," Carmen started as she got the milk ready to steam. Steve fidgeted with his keys, waiting for whatever followed that. "You're Kit's dad?"

"Their pops," Steve kindly corrected. Not knowing if the twenty-one year old had mentioned anything about their alpha father specifically or if they just made general comments about either of their fathers.

Nodding, Carmen informed, "They mentioned something about their mimi's Spouse Stealing Snickerdoodles, and how you're quite the baker."

"Is that so?" Steve asked, intrigued.

Carmen nodded again, and that was when the triplets caught on. A shit-eating grin crossed Cori's face, Bitsy quirked a brow, and Nevie quietly her sisters, "You don't think...?"

"Oh, definitely," Cori whispered, confirming while Bitsy added, "Who else would it be?"

"So, you're... friends... with Kit?" Steve asked, ignoring his daughters.

"You could say that," Carmen smiled. Sprinkling cinnamon on top of Steve's tea latte, she joked, "Of course, I have been trying to get them to bring me some of those cookies. Especially with how much they've talked about them."

Taking a huge leap, Steve decided, "Well, we're actually having a cookout this Saturday. If you'd like to join us. I'll even make some of those cookies."

Carmen lit up further, "That would be great!"

Nodding, Steve agreed, "It will be, yeah."

Only once they left Sheila's did Steve realized what he had just done. Sitting there in the red minivan, Steve gasped and asked his daughters, "What did I just do?"

"You just pulled a yenta," Bitsy giggled.

Cori shook her head and tutted, "The poor girl has no idea what she's just gotten herself into."

Of course, that could have been said about anyone that joined their family. No matter how brief their relationship with the Barneses happened to be. It took a unique person to fit in with them. But when Steve looked into the coffee shop, he could feel, deep in his bones, that Carmen would have no trouble fitting in at all.

Now he just had to hope that Kit didn't murder him for going behind his back...

[ladyazulina]

I'm venting, so you can as well ignore all this and continue with your life

I know it's contradictory to say that you can ignore all this and have a few 'help me' tags, but no one is obliged to help, so if you are like me and get hurt inside because you know there's no way you can help—sadly—well, then... skip it. You're welcome.

I'm bad at this. I wanted to let some steam get out of me on a vent-and-support channel from a Discord server I'm in, but... when I started typing my venting and my frustrations, I just deleted all of it and didn't send a thing.

It's not hard for me to open up, but it's hard for me to vent with the sole purpose of venting, so...

I'm just so tired. I've been feeling so tired for as long as I can remember, and that can be as long as half my life. I "started" classes this week, going back to face-to-face after three years of virtuality because my university fucked up and I don't know what the hell they did with the oh-so-comfortable virtual sections. So I was forced to come back. I have a few reasons not to be ready:

I had my latest chiropodist appointment on July 31st and the injections they put in my bent ankle inflamed it and made it worse just existing with it. I have been having difficulties with my ankle since then and after a whole month of staying home and barely moving to let the ankle time to rest and heal (which it hasn't, it's still inflamed and hurting), I would have to get back out on a heavy effort to go to classes without feeling any better (I haven't come back with the chiropodist because the consultations go around US$180 and we have no money for it—not right now, barely when the time to go back is approaching).

I stopped using my glasses around a year ago because, uh, I still haven't been able to pay the US$135 that cost the last refinement and I got to the understanding that, as everything else, the optics market was, uh, a market and don't have my best interest at heart, no matter how good the dude attending me was, I would have continued refining my crystals years and about without really having the way to keep it up, so I just decided to stop using them and try some exercises of natural improvement, and though I'm still not seeing HD or near close to 20/20, I haven't felt the eyes exhaustion, or the stress, or whatever possible symptom related and instead I have been having all the muscles around the eyes immensely relaxed since I started with those exercises.

I've been hard of hearing since ten years ago. Six or seven years ago, headaches came to stay, making harder my lifestyle, but somehow it wasn't as bad before the tinnitus also came to stay around two or three years ago. It was manageable still because I didn't have a lot of reasons to go out, with the virtual classes. Two years ago, I was gifted with some hearing aids that weren't the ones I needed but, quoting them, "it was better something than nothing". It was not. I give them back maybe a month after starting using them. Last year, around February, someone got me the ones I did need and, after a year of using them, I didn't feel any improvement and I found out I was just getting more and more depressed, so I decided to stop using them. Anyway, one of the hearing aids was malfunctioning and I brought it to my audiologist to fix, but even when everything (my follow-up appointments and, supposedly, ANY fix) was covered, I still had to pay US$140 I didn't have for him to, according to him, "just fix it up and give it back, five minutes top". He had it for a month or so before I decided to stop using the hearing aids for good because even when he promised me another one in the meanwhile, he didn't give me any and I was already starting to feel the consequences of not having it. BESIDES that, though the hearing aids were keeping me in the same hearing wavelength for the whole year I was using them, I was feeling like crap and didn't want to stay there for the whole five years of the probable life of the aids.

I think all of that wraps things out somewhat well, even though those words don't tell you all the pain the voices inflict on me when I have a certain headache intensity or how I feel mentally slapped every time I go out and have to face the traffic or the street or the cars or a space where people are talking. It's just hard. Staying home is as hard. But being forced to go out because the university snatched my virtual classes was... a real hit.

I'm not sure how big my willpower to continue studying is, but I get really tired in my day-to-day. For the smallest things.

The days I got out, I came back barely feeling my feet, not knowing how bad I fucked up my ankle nor my head, not having anything to take to palliate that. I have tried a long variety of pills to help with my head without success. And, since a long time ago, I have been wishing to just go deaf. There is a lot of tiredness and feelings and situations and time that got me there and I won't be able to let you understand, but when I can't bear it a second more, I find myself again wishing to just go deaf.

I'm not even trying to improve my hearing at this time and moment. Right now, my intention is to get some noise cancelation headphones. I don't know much about them, but some friends recommended me this one, and again, we don't have the money (US$90) to get them. Even if we got the money, they don't send it to my country, so I would have to get someone to buy it for me in the US or another country where the store is AND then send it to me. My path right now is to find a way to reduce the headaches so my life gets more bearable, because I can't bear it anymore. I'm having more paralyzing headaches, less time to sort things out daily due to exhaustion. And that doesn't even say about the same daily situations I have to go against. It's just... too much.

Virtual classes are nowhere near better than face-to-face ones, they just help me to not face a lot of the countless things that I have to face just for putting a foot outside my house. I do like my university (not how it works, it totally sucks and is just making our lives harder), I like the campus, I have missed the intimacy and the contact that face-to-face classes give me with my classmates and possible future friends (and I'm kind of an antisocial, shy, restrained person). But everything is just... a piece of work. A fight. A battle. And I have been from years needing to carefully choose which battles I'm going to try to fight and which ones to just... let go.

I want to finish writing my books someday.

I want to make a technical career in sign language interpretation and translation (another thing the lack of money is keeping from me).

I don't even want to make a living when I would need to hear or talk with other people. What I want to do is proofread and edit and help authors polish their books, that's everything I'm wishing for.

And, well, everything is a pain. I myself don't like encountering those posts of people asking for help to pay for things because I myself can't help them not even with US$1, but I just thought that maybe it can be worth it, so, uh... I'm sorry, but I would really appreciate any help.

As an intent of summary, I need:

Noise-cancelling headphones (US$90).

To go back with the chiropodist and find out what's happening with my ankle before my next appointment on May 2024 (at least US$180).

To pay off for my last glasses (US$135).

And, well, to be honest, if I just get enough for the headphones, it will help my life to get a lot easier.

I just have PayPal, so, uh...

Thank you so much. And I'm very sorry as well.

#vent #vent post #tw vent #rant #rant post #personal rant #help me #i need help #please send help #only if you can #i'm very sorry #i'm very tired #disability #disabled writers #disabled #disabilties #hard of hearing #hearing problems #hearing loss #i don't even know what more to put here

[frecklystars]

“And that’s the spirit of Hanukkah-- rising up against your oppressors! Not letting other people define you! WHAT'S MORE PUNK THAN THAT?!"

Nick Blaemire as Dov in the Netflix series Dash & Lily

#HE WASN'T IN THE TAGS AT ALL so I decided to fix that. you're WELCOME tumblr #nick blaemire #dash and lily #dash & lily #dash & lily dov #dash and lily dov #blaemire blogging #my gifs #GOD I MISSED HIM SO MUCH #watching him yell into a microphone w/ glow in the dark shirts made my NIGHT #seeing him perform in things makes me so happyyyyy #i missed making gifs of him!! always a good healthy distraction from Anxiety #he's!! so cute!!! every time he smiles it's like ten years are added to my immortal lifespan #i've had him and his characters on my brain for a week now #which is dangerous since im hyperfixating on something else;; #so i needed to get these gifs outta my system!!! #its 2am i dont think anyone will see these but ill reblog 'em tomorrow

[buckybarnesdiaries]

white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

© @capsgrantrogers

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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18, maybe Lee!Hunter post redemption/living at the owl house? He’s still trying to settle in and everyone just wants him to feel safe

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*Blows dust off of blog*

Thanks for the prompt, anon! This was actually pretty fun to write! :D (sorry this took me way too long to get out HUFKAIRKFHJSHF)

Fandom: The Owl House

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If you don't like that stuff ignore this :P

Pairing: none (do not tag as a ship)

Characters: Hunter (lee), Luz (ler), Eda (ler), King (ler)

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- Family Bonding -

"You're so tense,"

"Mmph,"

Hunter sat on the couch of The Owl House, anxiously fiddling with his sleeve. It had only been a couple of days since he was dragged into the family, but he was still stand-offish, and who wouldn't be? Being manipulated your whole life and forced to go against the people who took you in can cause some awkwardness.

Luz wasn't upset with him at all, though. No one was. They all knew he was good inside, deep under that trauma that Belos pressured upon him. Luz looked through the wall Belos put up and saw a lonely soul; a good lonely soul that has been put through stressful matters one hundred times over. He needed them. And they were there for him.

Hunter crossed his arms in an attempt to make Luz go away, but he ached with pain and loneliness. He didn't feel welcome here, even though everyone has tried to show that he obviously is.

Eda looked from the other couch over to Luz and King, both looking back. They needed to try a new push, one that would help him warm up and feel more secure. And Luz had just the plan to help him calm his nerves.

Nails skittered up and down Hunter's side, making the boy squeak suddenly.

"H-hey, what are you dohoing?!" He yelled through giggles. The electric sensations felt new- it felt as if they were rocketing through his body with each finger brush.

"Helping you feel more relaxed!" Luz stated with a goofy grin. Hunter couldn't lie, the moment she started doing whatever this was, it felt as if all of his stress and nerves melted away. The feeling was odd to him, but it wasn't something he didn't enjoy. In fact, the boy was having a blast.

Eda and King jumped in on the fun too, trying to light the kid's mood and loosen his nerves. Eda went for the knees as King nuzzled up into his neck, heightening Hunter's squeaky laughter another volume.

"Whahahat is thihis?" He asked through fits of giggles, curling in on himself. Luz only perked up at this question, looking at the boy with curiosity but not ceasing her attack.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of tickling before," she started with a smudge of a teasing tone. Hunter shook his head, still giggling like a wildfire. Curious, Luz decided to experiment on other areas.

Once she started dragging her fingers down his ears, the boy shrieked and high-pitched giggles flooded out as his instinctive was to shoot his hands up to his ears. However, this only left an opening for Luz and Eda to strike.

After a few seconds they stopped to let Hunter catch his breath, leftover giggles still finding their way out. He sat up, staring at the three with a goofy grin. To his surprise he actually enjoyed the playful attack, and sort of wished he was able to feel that freedom again. It had really helped him loosen up.

"Thanks guys... I appreciate it." He mumbled with a smile.

"Ah, don't mention it. It's how we welcome new family members after all" Eda ruffled his hair. Fixing his hair, Hunter turned back to the others.

"Maybe we should do that again sometime," he offered sheepishly. Luz spread a wide grin at this.

"Of course! And if you ever need to take to any of us, we are here for you."

It was then that Hunter knew that he had a family he could count on, no matter what happens.

He smiled at that fact.

#The end was rushed sorry about that JDKBFKHE #The owl house #King toh #Toh #The owl house hunter #Toh hunter #Hunter toh #Luz noceda #The owl house Luz #Toh Luz #Edalyn clawthorne #Toh Eda #Eda clawthorne #King #The owl house king #Tickling #Tickle fic #Tickle fanfic

[joaquinwhorres]

gazes (joaquín torres x reader)

SUMMARY ››››› It's become increasingly apparent to Sam and Bucky that you and Joaquin cannot take your eyes off each other. Unfortunately for them, you two have decided to be Professionals and that means keeping your eyes, hands, and lips to yourselves. No matter how difficult it is.

WORD COUNT ››››› 3,716

WARNINGS ››››› sexy times implied

A/N ››››› Ok so these headcanons y'all have been sending me are incredible. I read these two back to back and I just had to write something connecting them.

The kid had no tact.

Sam wasn't exactly sure why he expected more from the guy who'd led into his theory that Steve was on the moon by referencing vague internet rumors, but even despite that, he'd assumed Joaquin possessed some sense of subtlety.

Instead he was over at the leg press trying and failing not to stare at Y/N as she bent over at the middle to help Bucky push deeper into the stretch.

"You know she could hit you with a harassment claim for staring at her like that."

Joaquin jumped, the weights dropping suddenly with a loud clang. Across the gym, Bucky laughed as Y/N whipped around to face the two men. "Everything ok?" Her voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Sam couldn't help but smirk as Joaquin turned towards her, giving a little wave.

"Foot slipped," he answered, and she nodded, turning back to Bucky quickly.

"Foot slipped," Sam mocked.

"Dude, you scared the shit out of me."

"If you paid half the amount of attention you give to Y/N to your surroundings, you'd have known I'd been standing here for three minutes."

Joaquin gave a defensive scoff. "I wasn't staring at her--I was just--" he stopped, searching for an excuse, and Sam raised his eyebrows.

When it was clear Joaquin couldn't find a convincing enough lie to end the sentence, Sam shook his head. "You know, if you talk to her, she might actually let you take her out."

"I talk to her," Joaquin protested.

Sam shook his head, uncrossing his arms. "No, I mean talk to her. Chat her up. You've gotta have some game, right?"

"I've got game..." His sentence trailed off as he turned to look in her direction, finding her standing over Bucky's feet with her hands on her hips. "But like, we're co-workers, you know? I don't want to make things awkward around the gym or the compound or anything."

"Joaquin," Sam said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "You're already making things awkward."

"He's staring at your ass again."

"And you're trying to get out of stretching again," you quipped, moving Bucky's leg closer to his chest. The super soldier tilted his head as if to acknowledge the legitimacy of your accusation.

"Doesn't change the fact that I think you're about to give him a heart attack."

"I highly doubt he's worried in the slightest about my ass. He's probably zoned out."

"He's definitely focused in...on--"

"On my ass," you finished, shaking your head. You might have given Bucky's claim a little more credence if it weren't for the fact that Joaquin Torres had been anything but the consummate professional towards you. He was friendly and upbeat and welcoming, and one of the few genuinely good guys you'd ever had the pleasure of working with.

You'd never caught him staring once, and it's not like the boy was exactly known for subtlety. Last time Bucky had asked him to cover for him so you couldn't come down and teach him the right way to train his body, he'd told you that Bucky had left the compound to get you a thank you gift for all of your hard work. All while staring at the gym door.

The heavy sound of weights falling against each other echoed throughout the gym, and you spun around to face the sound. Sam hovered over Joaquin's shoulder, the latter no longer working the leg press but instead looking as if he'd just received the scare of his life.

Bucky broke into laughter, and you smacked at his leg.

"Everything ok?" you called out, and Joaquin smiled, giving a sheepish little wave at you. "Foot slipped."

"It's a good thing he wasn't at the bench press. You might have killed him."

Your head snapped back to Bucky who was giving you a shit eating grin.

"You're an asshole."

"I'm right."

"Do you think if I ask nicely Wakanda will take you back?"

"So you know I'm right."

You chanced a glance back at Joaquin who was still talking to Sam before turning back around and placing your hands on your hips. "I'm calling Ayo."

You were running early.

Not to any event in particular, but just for the general course of your day. It was rare for you to wake up to your first alarm so completely refreshed, and with a fully awake brain, you found it much easier to navigate the morning. You were able to get dressed without crawling back in bed for a few more minutes, and didn't have to battle with sleepy indecision when choosing what you wanted to eat for breakfast.

One thing after another just continued to roll your way, leading you to the gym much earlier than usual.

And that's where the luck stopped.

Or maybe it didn't stop. But it definitely took a turn. Because while you fully expected someone else to be in the gym already, you hadn't expected just one person to be in the gym. And even if you had, you wouldn't have guessed that that one person would be Joaquin. And if, for some reason, you'd had the foresight to sense that, you definitely never would have pictured him to be running on the treadmill shirtless.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes falling to the bouncing dog tags on his chest and then lower to the well defined abs you'd somehow never seen before.

It felt like you'd seen just about every man in this compound shirtless. At some point, they all seemed to strip in the gym or during one of your group training classes you ran for those who weren't field agents. Bucky was shirtless half the time you worked together. It was so normal, you hardly even blinked an eye anymore. Seeing Sam without a shirt was more rare and quite the sight, but it'd never caught your breath quite like seeing Joaquin. Joaquin, who had never so much as worn a tank top in the gym, Joaquin.

And now here he was, chest bare and heaving, feet pounding rhythmically against the treadmill, hair still messy from his pillow and sweat. Your brain couldn't seem to function correctly, offering you images of the sight before you, only closer. Much closer. Hovering inches over your stretched out body as the headboard behind you rammed into the wall with the force of each thrust--

"Hey," Joaquin greeted, noticing you standing off to the side. You blinked, heat rushing to your face as he turned the treadmill down to a more leisurely pace. "Something wrong with my form?"

It was tempting to lie and offer to "help him fix it." Or to be completely honest and tell him you'd never seen a human form as perfect as his.

But neither of those responses were professional or even appropriate, and you needed this job.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "No, I was just wondering why you were wearing those," you said, gesturing to his dog tags, and allowing your eyes to fall to his chest once more. You followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down his body, heading to the waistband of his shorts. Joaquin reached to touch his tags, causing them to jingle together once more and pull your attention up to him.

"It's hard to let them go," he smiled, ruefully, hitting the button so the belt slowed even more. "I'd say it's a habit, putting them on, but at this point they're just like a part of me."

You nodded, wishing you'd taken this conversation anywhere but to the idea of dog tags and what they stood for. It wasn't so much a mood killer but a guilt inducer because instead of you feeling embarrassed and somber, all you wanted to do was grab them and pull him closer to you.

He must have read the conflict on your face because he gave a crooked smile. "Yeah, sorry, it's kinda morbid."

"No," you shook your head, clearing it of the daydream induced fog. "I probably shouldn't have asked."

"No, nah, it's cool," his smile grew into grin, as the belt came to a stop. He leaned his forearms against the console, staring at you as if waiting for you to continue the conversation. Which you were not equipped to do with a smiling and shirtless and sweaty Joaquin Torres right before you.

"Well, thanks for being cool about it," you said with a nod.

My God, something was wrong with you. They were just abs. And sure, maybe the abs belonged to the man who not only found the time to moonlight as a superhero but star in your increasingly dirty dreams of late, but it was just a body party that you'd seen a million times.

But never on Joaquin.

You blamed everything your brain was doing to you on Bucky and all of his stupid comments about Joaquin's supposed fixation on your ass. You wondered what he would say if he could see you now. "And I thought I was half machine. I could practically see your brain short circuiting." or "If that's what you're like when you see him half-naked, how are you ever going to--"

"Yeah, of course," Joaquin said, still smiling, his eyes lifting up over your shoulder as the other door to the gym opened and Sam came in. "Hey," he greeted with a jerk of his chin.

"Hey," Sam said, drawing closer, his eyes on you. You forced a smile on to your own face, and lifted a hand, not trusting anything that was coming out of your mouth.

"You're here early," the other man said, stepping onto the treadmill next to Joaquin's, and putting his water bottle down next to the machine.

Both of them were looking at you now, and it's not like you could handle staying in this gym any longer. "I came down looking for my water bottle. I think I left it here yesterday."

Sam raised his eyebrows glancing around the gym, and Joaquin stepped down off of the machine. "Do you want help looking for it?" he asked, and your whole body seemed to tense up at the idea, your brain transporting you to a future scenario where the two of you wandered around the room, Joaquin next to you or behind you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off of him, all the while searching for a water bottle that was sitting on your dresser.

"No." Your voice came out too high, but you tried to play it off, shaking your head. "I've already interrupted your workout enough. It's either by the weights or not in here."

"Alright," he nodded. "If you need any help looking around the compound though, let me know."

"Thanks," you said. And then you gave another stupid wave and beelined it for the weight racks because you had to get out of here.

You made a show of looking next to each section of weights, even bending over to check underneath of them as if it could have been knocked under somewhere. After you felt an appropriate amount of time had passed to be convincing, you straightened up, empty handed. You turned back to Joaquin and Sam, both watching you rather than continuing their workouts as you might have hoped.

"Not here," you called back with a shrug and then left the gym and headed straight up to your shower.

He was nothing if not predictable.

The minute Y/N bent over to check behind the weight rack, his eyes were glued to her. Or perhaps more accurately, the bright teal spandex shorts she wore. As she pulled herself back up from searching for her water bottle and turned to them, Joaquin quickly looked to Sam as if the two had been talking the whole time and then "casually" returned to her.

"Not here!" she said, shrugging and then walking out of the gym, her footsteps quick and purposeful as she left through the door Sam had just entered by.

"So, what'd I interrupt?"

Joaquin looked up at Sam as if remembering he was there. "What?"

"You know, when the two of you were sitting by this machine making eyes at each other? Did you actually say anything to her or….?"

Joaquin shook his head. "No, she just came in and, uh, we chatted for a second, and then…" he trailed off, as if not fully remembering any of the past ten, twenty, however many minutes.

"You just chatted," Sam repeated, the disbelief on his face edging into his voice.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded.

"Anywhere in this chat you finally ask her out?"

"Nah, it didn't feel right."

"It didn't--she was practically taking off the other half of your clothes with her eyes," Sam sputtered, gesturing to Joaquin's shorts.

The kid laughed and shook his head as if Sam didn't know what he was talking about. Joaquin moved to exit the gym as well. "I'll see you later, man," he said, leaving a very exasperated Sam behind.

Bucky Barnes was a motherfucking liar.

"Let's grab a drink on Friday," he said.

"Consider it me making it up to you for being such a pain in your ass," he said.

"I'll buy," he said.

Mothefucker.

This wasn't just you and your favorite co-worker getting a drink. This was a goddamn set up. Because one hour and three mojitos into the night, Sam and Joaquin walked in the front door.

"I fucking hate you," you said, glaring up at his stupid smug face.

"Well, what a surprise, he grinned, as you shook a finger up at him.

"I told you in confidence I'm a flirty drunk."

He snorted, giving you a look out the side of his eyes. "You told me you were a flirty drunk after you sent me several highly inappropriate drunk text messages about what you wanted to do to a certain Lieutenant, who," the self-satisfied smile was back on Bucky's face. "Is making his way over to us right now."

"When I get home, I swear to God, I'm buying you a ticket to Wakanda."

Bucky quirked an eyebrow. "You're not going to do it now?"

"I didn't bring my credit card because you said you were paying," you huffed.

Before Bucky could respond, Sam and Joaquin were next to the two of you, greeting Bucky with hand slaps and one armed hugs. Sam came around and wrapped an arm around you first before sliding into the seat next to Bucky, and Joaquin came forward, giving you a quick hug.

Which was a first.

More than the feeling of his back underneath your palm, or the way he seemed to emanate warmth, you were done in by how absolutely incredible he smelled. But before you could fully identify whether it was his shampoo, a cologne, or just him, he pulled away and took the only other available seat near the group--the one next to you.

"I see you started without us," Sam said, raising his eyebrows at the assortment of glasses that sat before you. Most of them were Bucky's as he downed beers faster than should have been humanly possible.

"Hard drinker, huh Y/N," Joaquin teased, shooting you a smile.

"Pfft," you dismissed. "Only three are mine."

"Three?" Sam asked, leaning forward to better look at you. "How long have you been here?"

"An hour," you said, completely unnecessarily leaning forward too.

Bucky shrugged. "I got the time wrong."

"Guess we better catch up then," Joaquin said, and you sank back into your chair, narrowing your eyes at him in challenge.

"If you can."

They did.

You were outpaced fairly quickly against the two soldiers and one super soldier. The rum-induced fuzziness around the edges of your brain was compounded by having Joaquin so close to you. At some point he'd pulled his chair a bit closer to yours so that he could better hear the conversation, and you don't remember when it happened, but his arm had also slid around the back of your chair. To your relief neither Bucky nor Sam seemed to acknowledge this. In fact, Bucky was positively quiet and normal all things considered. Everything was going better than you could have expected.

Until the music kicked up.

Sam was the first to be dragged onto the dance floor. He was Captain America. Of course he'd been targeted by the stunning girl in the red dress who'd only had to come up and ask "Does Captain America dance?" to succeed in pulling him off to the dance floor.

Bucky was next. Although he wasn't tugged onto the dance floor by his hand the way Sam was. It was the sight of the person in the tight black number that did him in, luring him away to the dance as if drawn by a magnet.

And then it was you and Joaquin, sitting at the bar. Alone. Together.

You looked up from your drink, pushing the straw down into the ice to stir up the clinking sounds, and he took a swig of his beer before putting the bottle back down on the bar.

"Alright, let's dance," he said, nodding with his head towards the crowd, and you let out a disbelieving snort.

"I don't know how to dance. I mean, I can dance," you attempted to clarify, although you had a feeling words were failing you at the moment. "But that's real dancing, and I can't do that."

"I guess you're lucky you have a really good teacher asking you to dance then," Joaquin grinned, holding out a hand. You looked down at his open palm, hesitating only for a second before you slid your hand into his and jumped down from your chair.

He led you out through the moving bodies expertly, dodging couples who were clearly more into the dancing than each other and couples where the complete opposite was true. The small bit of space he found you was closer to the center of the dance floor than you'd usually feel comfortable with, but when he turned towards you with that look on his face, any of your residual anxiety had vanished.

"Ok, come close," he said, and you took a small step closer to him, causing him to laugh. "Closer." He gestured, and you moved forward some more, Joaquin's hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you even closer. His hands rose, one finding its way to your mid-back, pushing your elbow up to rest on his, as the other took your hand and placed it over shoulder.

"This ok?" he asked, eyebrows raised, and you nodded, trying to keep your attention on him, his instructions and his words, and not the way that you could feel just about every part of him from the way he was angled against you. His right side was flush against your left, and his knee pushed between yours.

"Just follow me," he said, his head bent close to yours. Before you could even respond, he started to move, pulling you along with him through the dance. It was smooth and rolling and you'd never seen a guy able to roll his hips like Joaquin. He seemed to know exactly how to guide you, moving his body to push and pull yours along whenever you hesitated or felt lost, coaxing waves and movements out of you that you didn't know you could do. Each success was met with a small word of praise and a brilliant smile, as his hands shifted to hold you closer, and you wrapped your own hand around his neck to better feel and predict his movements.

It felt as if a fog had rolled in over the dancefloor, obstructing all else from view so it was just you and Joaquin, eyes locked to each other as you moved together, occupying the same space.

The song faded into the next one, and Joaquin stopped. You went to move backwards, to give him space and have him move on as many other of the more skilled dancing couples seemed to do, switching partners amongst each other. But he kept you close to him, hand sliding down to your waist.

"Now you can really dance," he teased, his eyes shining as they stared into yours.

"Only with you." It was supposed to be a self-deprecating joke, but it came out too quiet and earnest. Joaquin licked his lips, and your eyes followed the gesture, flickering between his mouth and his eyes.

You don't remember making the decision. You only remember, moving even further into his arms, and pushing yourself up to reach his lips with your own. He bent down to meet you, pulling you even closer and pressing his hard body into yours. His lips moved as slowly and sensually as his hips had, drawing you in and guiding you through a careful rhythm that promised much, much more.

Sam sat with Bucky at the bar. Joaquin and Y/N had disappeared somewhere amongst the dance floor, hidden amongst the crowd.

"You think it worked?" Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam.

"If it didn't we're screwed," Sam shook his head, taking a swig from his drink.

As if on cue, the two emerged from the swaying bodies, hand in hand, sweaty and much happier than they had been when Sam had left them at the bar.

"We're gonna head back to the compound," Joaquin said with practiced casualness.

"Yeah?" Bucky asked, and Sam swore there was mischief literally glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah," Joaquin nodded too fast and too many times. "Yeah, Y/N forgot about something there…"

"What'd you forget?" Bucky asked, turning to Y/N with a wolfish smile.

"Nothing. We're going to have sex," Y/N said, flatly, causing Sam to nearly spit out his drink. "And if you say one more word, I know a pilot who will fly you to Wakanda himself. No ticket needed."

Bucky mimicked zippering his lips into a smug look, and she rolled her eyes before tugging Joaquin out of the bar by his hand. And he followed. Eyes glued to her ass.

#joaquin torres x reader #joaquín torres x reader #torres x reader #joaquín torres #joaquin torres #torres x y/n #joaquin torres x you #joaquín torres x you #joaquín torres x y/n #torres x you #joaquin torres x y/n #fatws fic #tfatws fic #joaquin torres fic #joaquín torres fic #torres fic #marvel fic

[moominnyu]

neko no kone [kim sunwoo]

🐇 🎀 mature content ahead !! minors don't interact

🎀🧸 — pairings: catboy!kim sunwoo x gender neutral reader.

🎀🧸 — tw: nsfw. catboy!sunwoo. tsundere!sunwoo. cursing. making out. the good ol’ nipple sucky-suck. groping. handjob. prostate massage. degradation. ruined orgasm. orgasm denial (reader is mean). dacryphilia.

wc: 3991.

when you open the door of your apartment, the first thing you see are a pair of fluffy brown ears and two round, blinking eyes. sunwoo is squatting in the entryway, his hands on his knees and his chin pressed against the back of his hands. “welcome home,” he greets, slowly standing up as you close the door behind you and lean against it to remove your shoes before coming inside.

“you've been waiting here all day?” your hand pushes his bangs out of his face, you lean in to press a kiss to his forehead, and, when you try to pull away, sunwoo's tail wraps around your wrist and he pulls you in for another kiss, meeting your lips instead.

“pfft. no, i wasn't,” sunwoo fixes his hair with a shake of his head, trying pitifully to subdue and hide the stupid blush that dust his cheeks as he follows you into the living room, “i have better things to do.”

“that's good,” you place your bag on the table and take your coat off. sunwoo takes it from you, dutifully, to hang it on the rack himself so that you can stretch your tired legs on the sofa, “what did you do today?”

sunwoo's little brown ears fall back as he glances to the side, straight bangs falling on top of his long lashes, “ma—many things,” he mumbles out, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater, “definitely not wait for you to come back.”

you can't help but chuckle. he's always trying to act aloof, like your absence and presence are the same to him, but he's so transparent, his body language and reactions always end up giving him away, like in the way he follows you around the house with his tail held high, the way he purrs and keens into your touch when you scratch his back despite his claims of hating your pets, how he blushes and perks his little ears when you lean in for a kiss, his tail always wrapping securely around your waist and those contented mrrps of his when you're back home after a long day.

“you should've tagged along,” you say, smiling, “eric kept asking for you and kevin made cheesecake,” sunwoo only pouts in response, his eyebrows furrowing as he walks a couple of step closer to where you're sitting, his nose sticking upwards as he sniffs the air, “i was going to bring you a piece but haknyeon ate the last one.”

“i didn't want to go out, it looked like it was going to rain,” he leans down to press his nose against your head, sniffing your hair before he nuzzles his cheek against it with a displeased frown, “i'll go run you a bath.”

“thank you,” you throw your arm over your eyes as he disappears through the bathroom door, deciding to rest your tired sight for a couple of minutes while sunwoo gets the bath ready.

the next time you open them, the house is completely dark. you're awakened by an extra weight on top of you and a familiar sting on your chest. sunwoo straddles your waist on the sofa, softly kneading your chest with his hands, nails almost tearing the material of your shirt and pinching on the sensitive skin below. his face is buried in your neck, tongue lapping at the skin, insistent and even a bit forceful, “what are you doing?” you push him back by the shoulders lightly.

“you fell asleep,” sunwoo murmurs, “i wanted you to take a bath, you reek of eric.”

you prop yourself up with your elbows, prompting sunwoo to detach his lips from your neck and face you, “reek?” you ask, grabbing a fistful of your sweater and pressing the hem against your nose, “do i smell bad?”

he shakes his head with a pout, moving backwards so that you can sit back up, “it's not a bad smell, it's just,” he sticks his tongue out again, and rakes it over your jaw, “it's just not mine.”

he presses his lips against your neck again, this time lighter, gentler but considerably longer. he trails kisses up the skin of your neck with a bit of urgency, his hands resting at your hips with a heavy grip, “just what in the hell were you doing with eric that his scent is all over you now?” when you feel his lips find the beat of your pulse and suck, you chuckle.

“is kim sunwoo jealous?” you tease, your hand coming to his hair to pet his soft ears, “the kim sunwoo?”

“shut up, i'm not jealous,” he hums, you feel the vibrations of his voice against your skin, “it's just that i don't like dogboys, eric happens to be one,” his hands tug on your sweater lightly, “take this off.”

“liar, liar, pants on fire,” your sing-song voice has him clicking his tongue while he pulls your sweater over your head. he takes a sniff of it and then throws it across the room with a frown, eliciting another chuckle from you.

the sound makes his eyebrows furrow, and he looks like that silly duck from animal crossing when he pairs it up with a pout, “is it so bad that i want my human to smell of me?” he comes looking after your lips, pecking them lightly, “can't have you smell like someone else when you live in my house.”

“you live in my house,” you say, frowning.

“don't sweat the details!” his ears twitch when he exclaims, frustrated, “you know what i mean.”

“are you gonna do something about eric's scent, then?”

his tail wriggles around as he meets your lips with eagerness. he sucks your tongue into his mouth, humming with contentment when he feels it flicker against the roof of his mouth. his kiss grows a bit more desperate, enthusiastic, as he begins to groan lightly, hands tightening on your hips as his arousal begins to make his sweatpants tighten.

you place your hands below his sweater, pulling it upwards as you slide them up his torso. sunwoo whimpers when he feels your thumbs tracing over his pert nipples.

he's sad when you pull away, and it's only then he notices that he was running out of breath. you're quick to kiss his jaw, neck, whatever patch of skin of his that your wet lips can find, and sunwoo whimpers.

he tries to squirm away from you when you pinch one of his nipples, “not fair,” lifting his arms, he lets you pull his sweater off, and he's eagerly guiding your hands back to his nipples once you're done despite his words, “you should let me take charge every once in a while.”

“so you don't like it when i take care of you?”

he bites back a whimper when he feels one of your nails slowly raking down his bare back. you grab the base of his tail and give it a few strokes, sunwoo's breath hitches, “i—i don't particularly hate it,” he's blushing, closing his eyes tightly as he feels you nibbling at his neck, “i don't love it either.”

“sounds like someone's not being completely honest,” you pull away with a fake pout, watching as sunwoo's blush grows, “we gotta work around that, don't you think?”

an unintended purr vibrating in his throat, sunwoo subconsciously leans into your touch when you bring your lips to his again. the kiss is short lived, much to his dismay, as you continue to drag your sloppy kisses down his jaw and neck. you move your kisses further down, encaging his nipple in between your lips. sunwoo arches his back when he feels your tongue circling around it, goosebumps forming on his cinnamon skin as your hands holds his waist steady, his own grabbing at your hair as your teeth softly nip over his nipple, trying to press you firmly against his chest.

“does it feel good when your human kisses your nipples?” you tease, looking up at him through your eyelashes with a teasing smile.

“i'm not a, mmh, a girl,” sunwoo shakes his head with a concentrated frown, the hand that's not on your hair pinches his neglected nipple, matching the bite you give to the other, “it doesn't feel good.”

“really?” you mumble, “let's top it up a notch, then.”

he yelps in surprise, his ears twitching upwards, when he feels you palming at his semi hard cock in his sweats, sensitive like no other, his breath audibly stuttering, “don't just touch there out of nowhere!”

“mmmh,” you hum, separating your lips from his nipple with a smack. “i'm sorry,” you say, smiling and leaning in to kiss his cheek, “do you not like it?”

“n—no,” he flutters his eyes closed, biting his lips to keep unwanted sounds at bay, “i— i don't.”

“you say that, but,” your hand keeps palming him, slowly and almost ghostly, but sunwoo still twitches under your palm, his cock awakening with each kiss and touch, “aren't you getting a little hard here?”

“n—no, i'm not,” he jerks his hips upwards when you grip his member with a bit more force. you look down, and he follows your eyes through hooded lids when he sees you smirking, his cheeks immediately turn red in mortification when he notices the reason behind your mocking smile.

“there's already a wet spot here, though,” you thumb his tip through the darkened hem of his sweats, and, again, sunwoo mewls, his back arching and tail stiffening, “want me to touch it directly?”

his little ears perk up excitedly at your question, but he's quick to wipe that expression of enthusiasm out of his face and body language, letting his tail and ears fall back as his glossy eyes narrow, “fine,” he shrugs, embarrassed, looking off to the side, “if— if you want.”

you chuckle. you love this— this game of push and pull; you always make it a bet with yourself to see just how long it'll take for him to break past that facade and let himself loosen up, because you both know that you, eventually, always end up winning.

you tug at the waistband of his sweats, “take these off, then.”

despite his fake indifference, he's way too eager to get off you and take his pants off. his cock hits his stomach, fully erect, and he shudders when he feels the difference in temperature against his burning skin.

“stop staring like that,” he says, blushing, “you've seen it many times already.”

“and what about it?” you giggle, “it's cute!”

you love that expression of embarrassment that paints his face, those thick lips on a frown, chubby cheeks all red, ears flat and shaky pupils. you'd continue to praise him if his twitching cock wasn't demanding your attention.

“don't call it cute!” having enough of your teasing, he tries to join you on the sofa again. you stop him when he tries to straddle you, “what?” he says, ears flat as you push him away, “let me sit on your lap.”

“no,” you chuckle, watching as his breath gets caught in his throat as you grab his hips to guide him in front of you, “i can work better this way.”

“but...”

“but what?”

“no—nothing.”

i don't trust my legs, it's what he wants to say. he doesn't know how his body will react once you do lay your hands on him— he hates that he is so weak to your touch, so pitifully responsive, so receptive and easily affected by whatever you do to him. hell, you already have him this hard and leaking and all you did was kiss him and palm him. he's sure he'd be teased to death by you if he were to say that out loud, knowing you well enough to know that you get off on his vulnerability, on seeing him, the one who's supposed to be the predatory one, being so defenseless against your ravening desire.

and, as certain as he was of his predicament, sunwoo's legs buck a little when you wrap your hand around his length. with your other hand on his thigh, you pump him languidly, he tries to avoid your eyes, closing his so that he doesn't have to make eye contact— it's too intense for his faint heart, he's already jerking and thrusting, following the movements of your hand, he's sure he'll cum on the spot if he were to lock eyes with your hungry ones.

however, his eyes shot open when he feels a wet hotness tease his tip. his hips buck forwards involuntarily and tail going completely stiff as he yelps in surprise, “ah!” he moans again when he looks down at you, watching his red tip disappear in your hand as your fist continues to stroke him with a tight grip, “did you just lick me?”

“me?” you say, tilting your head with pretense innocence, “no, why? do you want it?”

with his chest heaving, he closes his hands on fist at his sides, pouting with a pathetic blush, “if you want.”

“do you want it?”

he's really gonna have to voice it out loud, huh. there's no way out of this one. “yeah,” he murmurs, swallowing hard, “i want it.”

“good kitty,” you say, and he whimpers at the praise, “finally being honest.”

he trembles when you lean towards his aching member, anticipation running like a wildfire through his veins, making his hairs, tail and ears stand up. you inhale deeply and sunwoo blushes, “i missed your scent,” you say.

“don't— don't say such embarrassing things!” he exclaims, cheeks growing ardently redder when you chuckle, “and don't look so happy giving me a blowjob, you look like a pervert.”

“i am, though.”

your tongue sticks out and pokes lightly at the small hole right in his tip, forcing a moan from sunwoo. his legs tremble and he grabs a fistful of your hair as if that could serve as grounding, his claws digging not-so softly at your scalp and mouth falling agape as he pants heavily. you laugh, you're always such a damn tease, he wishes he could find the strength to teach you a lesson for a change of pace, but it's all wishful thinking— he's the one helpless, the one who's powerless, and it's tortuous in the most sweet and sinful way.

your expert mouth works him so well, licking his cock firmly, sucking and slurping, while you stroke his tail at the same time. you moan around him a couple of times and sunwoo is losing his mind, his head growing cloudy with pleasure, he's not sure if he'll last long. “ah, nngh,” he whines, high and needy, his grab on your hair tightening until his knuckles turn white when you pull away from his cock to put one of his balls inside your mouth, your hand still stroking his lenght, “if you keep doing that, i'll—” he cuts himself off, a hand coming to cover his mouth when a high-pitched moan rips past his lips.

“you will what? cum?” you ask, “it's fine, isn't it? you got a good load on you, your balls are heavy.”

“i told you to not say embarrassing things,” he closes his eyes, refusing to look at you in fear that he'd pass out from mortification.

you take him back in your mouth. the textured feel of your soft tongue and the contrasting harsh fondling of your hand at his balls have sunwoo's legs trembling. he can feel it, the all familiar tension that builds in between his legs, that tightens his tummy, that makes his vision go white and his mind go completely blank— it becomes too much too soon, and, before he even knows it himself, he's releasing it with a long moan... a long moan that dies in his throat when you pull away from him as soon as he reaches his climax.

“wh—what?! no, no, no, no,” his voice cracks as he speaks in between pants. he looks down, desperately, to see his poor cock twitching and throbbing, all alone, a few droplets of his semen dripping on the wooden floor of the apartment, “fuck, fuck, shit,” he cries out, his hands leaving your hair to use them to hide his face as he begins to sob. how cruel of you to rob him of his pleasure like that, to help him build it up so deliciously only to pull away at the last second, “no, no, no! i was— i wanted to—!”

you stand up from the sofa, cooeing at him with a condescending, fake concern, “don't curse, sunwoo,” you scold, your hands grabbing his wrists to pull his hands off his face, ”i don't even know why you came when i didn't even give you the green light yet.”

“you said,” he sniffles, feeling hot tears trail down his red cheeks, “you said it was fine!”

“that doesn't mean you can go and do as you please,” you pet his head lovingly, his ears are still down, like his tail, “you know you always gotta use your words.”

sunwoo pulls away from you when you try to kiss him, and he writhes when your hands settle tenderly on his waist. “my poor baby,” you coo again, your thumbs rubbing circles on his skin, and sunwoo sobs dramatically, breath stuttering, “maybe if he was more honest, he could've gotten to cum properly.”

sunwoo can't do other but sob, heartbroken and completely, overly sensitive, “you're cruel,” he whines, mournful.

and, again, you chuckle, as if his dispair is your joy, and he hates just how much it turns him on, “you wanna cum that bad, huh?”

“isn't it— isn't it obvious?!” he wails, wiping his eyes with his fists. his cock is aching, still throbbing and setting each and every one of his raw nerves ablaze. he feels so pathetic crying like this, but even more pathetic is the fact that he knows you're getting off on this and he still twitches because of it, “i need it, it hurts!”

“okay, then,” you say, and he finds the strength to open his tightly closed eyes and look at you through teary eyelashes, “sit back on the couch.”

“wh—what?” he whimpers, voice on a thin, broken whisper, ears twitching with a last string of hope.

“c’mon, sit,” you repeat, “i'll make you cum.”

with your guidance, he sits on the sofa, shaking lightly. he spreads his thighs wide when you place each hand on his knees, kneeling down in front of him, and he can't help the shiver that runs up his spine and the purr that rattles through his chest when you place a kiss on his inner thigh, “be a good kitten for me, yeah?” he nods, whimpering when he feels your hand travelling up, “let me know when you're close.”

“you're gonna pull away again,” he says, pouting. he's not ready to trust you again after your cruel betrayal, “you're gonna pull away and leave me like this.”

“don't be so dramatic” you place a kiss on the pale skin of his inner thigh, feeling sunwoo arch his back from the backrest, “let me take care of you. i'll let you cum, i promise.”

“ahh,” not caring about the volume of his voice anymore, he moans loudly, high and breathless, at the first swipe of your tongue over his intensely sensitive cock.

“how does it feel, baby?” you mumble, lips attached to the side of his hard member, “be honest with me.”

“feels— feels really good,” he sighs, dreamily, his hips jerking upwards when he feels your teeth raking softly alongside a throbbing vein, “i love you.”

he shrieks, breath hitching and catching up on his throat when he feels one of your fingers poking at his neglected rim, “i love you too.”

his whole body jerks when he feels your fingers pushing inside, lubed up by his own juices and your saliva, and he tenses briefly at the intrusion, before he's melting completely in your touch, his brain almost frying when you find his g-spot and rub insistently against it, “nngh!” he keens, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, “oh! f—fuck,” he whines, as one finger becomes two and the slight stretch becomes a delicious sting, he swears he could go insane when you deliver a particularly harsh suction at his tip.

pre cum leaks out of his aching cock as sunwoo gasps and claws at the cushions below him, his eyes rolling back and mouth drooling as you continuously attack his sensitive spot, forcing his weak and vulnerable body into that burning state, that tension that builds up again that he's so desperately chasing after.

“you're close again?” you chuckle, breathlessly, still stroking his cock, “how pathetic.”

he whimpers, shakily, shaking his head as his ears fall back in indignation, “don't— don't call me that,” he sobs softly when you slow your strokes down, your fingers stilling inside of him.

“but it's true,” his thighs shake under you with every slow stroke of your hand, hips threatening to buck upwards as he feels himself losing his grip of reality, “you're about to cum five minutes into a blowjob, and yet, you wanted to be the one to top,” when you chuckle, he whimpers like a loser, watching as his cock twitches and a thick glob of pre cum pools at his red tip, “you're so cute, sunwoo.”

“shut up,” he hides his face under his arm to avoid looking at your taunting gaze.

his whole body trembles when you scissor your fingers inside his tight hole, your lips eagerly sucking his balls as your free hand continues to pump his stiff shaft. his heartbeat rings in his ears, and he feels each pump through his whole body like near death adrenaline rush, sobs and whines interlacing with his shallow breaths and hiccups. he can feel it again, it's right there, and he's tumbling on the edge, almost tasting it, already bracing himself for when he's pushed over it by your skilled fingers and tongue.

waves of pleasure course through his veins when you rub against his prostate, his hips jerking involuntarily and matching the movement of your fingers with an almost violent, unintended eagerness. sunwoo gasps and hiccups, tears pickling his eyelashes, “i'm— i'm— i'm gonna cum!”

he's practically riding your palm at this point, the rhythm of his shaking hips matching the one of your wrist as you rock your fingers inside him, his eyes are closed tight and both of his hands have a death grip on your other wrist, guiding the hand that pumps up and down his cock, shoving sunwoo into an intense, very well deserved orgasm.

or so he would've wished, as your both of your hands immediately pull away from him.

“no!” sunwoo wails, loudly. he cries and thrusts his hips into the open air in a last, futile attempt to find some needed friction, his hole clenching at nothing and his mistreated cock throbbing painfully, slick dribbling down and staining his shaky thighs, “no, no, no, no, noo” he weeps through his hiccups, his scarce tearing now turning into a full cry.

“don't cry,” you say, lifting yourself from the floor to sit by him and press a loving kiss to his temple, a kiss that he pulls away from, “you didnt think i'd let you cum so easily, did you?”

“you— you promised!” he sobs, falling back onto the sofa as he pushes you away when you try to hug him. his tail flails around in something akin to anger, frustration and downright sadness as he sniffles and hiccups into a pillow, ears flat as you reach to pet his head, “you promised you'll let me cum!”

“i didn't it say it was going to be now,” you say, shrugging. your hand ghosts over his abused cock once more, and sunwoo throbs, painful and heavy, “you've got a long night ahead, baby.”

🐇 🎀 — luna's notes: i didn't mean to post smut this early in the morning lmao but this was meant to be posted on saturday night but i had an absolute shitty weekend that left me with zero motivation to do anything, let alone write. this was a request and i didn't want to leave the person who made it waiting any longer, so if u reading this thank u <3 im sorry i took so long. i'm still working on my puppyboy!eric request, hopefully i can finish it up today and post it some time later.

also, as i said, this was a request. sunwoo was meant to be somewhat more puppy-like. but while i was writing it, the thought of tsundere!sunwoo crossed my mind and since then all my monke brain could think about was making tsundere!sunwoo cry. i have tunnel vision, okay? i get one idea and suddenly that's the only thing i can write.

#the boyz #tbz #kpop x reader #tbz x reader #the boyz x reader #idol x reader #smut #kim sunwoo #kim sunwoo x reader #kim sunwoo smut #kpop smut #idol smut

[dragon-kazansky]

Familiar stranger | Helmut Zemo

Requested by @realremyd

Female Reader!

The moment is eyes had landed on you, so many things happened at once. He zoned out Sam and Bucky, he took a step away from you, his heart seemed to clench in his chest, and all he could think was 'it can't be.'

Right there in front of him was the spitting image of his wife. Well, maybe not exactly, but you did hold such a resemblance to her. It was like she was right there with him again.

You were looking at him. The others too, but it was you he found hard to look away from.

"Who are you?" He asks, needing to know if his mind was playing tricks on him.

"Y/N."

A sigh of relief escaped him. Was he relieved though?

He was obviously making you uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you, so he turned his head away. Yet, your presence felt loud. He would never be able to look at you without seeing her.

It got worse.

In Madripoor you were required to wear a disguise. You were the last to come out in the clothes he had got for you, and once again he was struck by the sight of his wife.

Often they would both dress up and go out for the evening. The outfit he had chosen, though he wasn't sure if this was intentional or not, really made you resemble her all the more.

He couldn't take it.

Zemo avoided all eye contact with you. He focused his attention on the boys, finding it easier that way. Even when he stated your role in this he wouldn't look directly at you.

You wondered if you had done something to offend him, which kind of hurt. You always did your best to get on with anyone you worked with, but obviously that wasn't happening here.

Perhaps it was best to stay out of his way.

Things took a turn: a bounty was placed on your heads because of the death of Selby, all of Madripoor was coming for you, and Sharon popped out of nowhere to rescue you.

Back at her place, you changed into something less flashy. You wanted to tone down the outfit a bit and wear something a little more you.

Zemo couldn't help thinking that you looked much better this way. Though he still saw his wife's face, you looked more like you. You suited you.

Down in the club it was easy to avoid you. Zemo blended into the crowd... kind of, and you stuck to the other side, enjoying your own time here.

You left before all of them.

When the boys left the club and went back upstairs, they found you sleeping on the sofa. You had kicked off your shoes and, obviously, made yourself comfortable.

He couldn't look away.

Zemo sat down near by and looked at you. This was a good chance to look at you without making you uncomfortable.

"How can you look so much like her, yet be so different too?" He whispered the question.

Not really realising what he was doing, he tucks some hair away from your face. You can't possibly be all that comfortable or warm here. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries by carrying you to your room, he gently lifts your head enough to put a cushion under it. He then grabs his coat and drapes it over you gently.

He leaves you to sleep in peace.

You wake up rather slowly. You had been extremely tired when you got back last night. You had enough fun in the club and excused yourself, passing Bucky on the way out.

You sit up. The coat falls from your shoulders and into your lap.

Zemo's coat.

You blink away any tiredness to examine it, running your fingers across the fur. It was soft.

Why did you have his coat?

It dawned on you that he must have out it there himself. No one else would touch it otherwise.

It smells like him.

You look up when you hear someone approaching. It's the man himself. He stops like a deer in headlights when your eyes meet his. Before he can turn around and leave, yoy call out to him.

"Wait!"

He stays standing, looking at you curiously. It still hurts to look at you, but your voice is so much different, it makes him remember who he is looking at.

"Thank you."

He looks at the way you're holding his coat. The way your have a hand resting over the fur collar, clearly finding the feel of it satisfying.

For some reason that pleased him.

"You're welcome."

You smile. It's not her smile. It's your smile. He likes it.

You stand up and hold his coat carefully, taking the utmost care in handling it. You held it out to him when you stopped a little closer to him.

He takes it. His eyes never leave you. This is the longest he has looked at you at any one moment.

You're still smiling.

"I have to ask," you begin, "have I done something to offend you?"

His lips part ever so slightly as be tilts his head a tiny bit.

"Offend me?"

"Yes. This is the most you've looked at me since we met. You don't really talk to me and you seem to avoid me when possible." You gaze down at the floor.

He can hear the disappointment in your voice. He can see the way your hands fidget in front if you.

It seemed to really bother you that he was avoiding you.

"It's nothing you have done."

You look at him with concern.

"Something I've said?" Not that you've spoken to him much.

"No."

"Then, please, tell me how I can fix whatever this is. I would quite like for us to get along while we work together," you were pretty much pleading with him.

He clutches his coat, but you don't seem to notice.

"You remind me of my wife."

The way your head shoots up to look at him tells him he caught your attention. There was no going back now.

"You look so much like her and I can't take it," he whispers. "It is not your fault at all, but I cannot look at the face of someone I loved and failed greatly."

You're at a loss for words.

"But I know you're not her. The way you speak, the way you dress, the way you look when you're sleeping soundly... that's all you."

You stand there quietly.

"If you'll excuse me." He turns on his heel and leaves the room.

Helmut doesn't speak to you at all at the dock. He ignores you further on the plane to Latvia. You find yourself looking at him a lot more, but he doesn't even glance your way.

When you arrive at the safe-house, you immediately seek out a bedroom and try to stay out of everyone's way.

Sam comes to look for you. He can see something has happened and he's concerned it's a problem.

"Y/N? Open up."

You open the door to him.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You ask, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Between you and Zemo. You're ignoring each other more than usual. If this is going to be a problem, I think we should at least talk about it."

"I think it's best I tap out now. You still need Zemo, right?" You ask, avoiding his eyes.

"Possibly, but not for much longer. Why? What's happened?"

"I think I'm making it difficult for him. He told me, back in Madripoor, that I look a lot like his wife and I think it's hard for him to look at me. I don't want to be the reason the job fails."

Sam wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side.

"That's not going to happen. If you want to stay here, I'm sure that's fine, but just know we could really use your help."

"I think I'll stay here. You can call me if you need me."

"Alright, we're not going anywhere just yet, so you'll have to deal with Zemo being around a little longer."

"I know."

Sam gave you a slight squeeze and left you in peace. Zemo was waiting downstairs when he returned. The Baron was kind of disappointed to find that Sam was alone.

You were avoiding him too. He supposed he deserved that.

"How is she?"

"Fine. She'll probably stay in her room for a while. She's decided to stay back for now, so we'll be dealing with the Flag Smahsers without her," Sam explained.

Zemo didn't mean for that to happen.

There was another knock at your door. You called for them to enter, expecting it to be Bucky coming to see you, but it wasn't.

"Oh, Zemo."

He closed the door behind him and walked over to you, but still maintained a comfortable distance between you.

"You're not coming with us?"

"Thought it would be better if I didn't tag along any more. They need you more than me right now," you speak softly, playing with the corner of your pillow next to you.

You hear Zemo sigh gently. The mattress sinks down next to you as he sits down.

"They need you too."

You shrug.

"I didn't mean for you drop out of the mission. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No. I'm glad you did. I feel better knowing the reason why you can't look at me."

"Who's not looking now?"

You look up. His dark gaze is on you. He had been looking at you from the moment he entered the room.

He smiles.

"Won't it be difficult working with me if I'm there? I'm worried I'll jeopardise the whole thing."

He reaches out and he takes your hand.

"No. I did some thinking on the plane. I've spent too much time living in my past already, I won't let you back out of the plan because of my foolishness. I had no idea it would bother you so much that I was avoiding you." He gives your hand a little squeeze.

"I'm surprised too, you know. It kind of bothered me that you wouldn't even talk to me unless absolutely necessary."

"Apologies. I am a fool."

"No, you're not," you chuckle softly.

The smile he gives you sets the butterflies off in your stomach.

"Who is it you see now?" You ask, whispering.

"You. Just you."

You bite your lip shyly and shuffle a little closer.

"Then, I changed my mind. You'll have to put up with me when we go get the bad guys."

Zemo laughs.

"Poor me."

You rest your head against his shoudler. You don't know what it is about him, but there was something there that made you want to know him. If he would let you, you wanted to get closer to him.

Even if his freedom was short lived.

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Emptiness of the Heart

Summary: During a trip in New Orleans you meet Elijah and you feel like you've finally found the one... unfortunately his attentions put you in dangerous situations so, to keep you safe, he decides to wipe your mind from all the memories you had with him... but will that be enough to erase him from your heart?

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Prompt: "I wanted to be better than this"

Warnings: descriptions of drowning in the first part, little talk about amnesia (?), pretty angsty

Words: 1.3k

A/n: I wasn't really planning on joining @hellotvshowtrash 's #April2021PromptChallenge but then I made this moodboard, inspiration hit me and here we are! Hope you like it!💞✨

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Water.

It was everywhere.

You couldn't see. You couldn't scream. You couldn't breathe. All you could feel was its deadly cold embrace pulling you deeper in its darkness. A voice, muffled and far away from there, whispered in your ear.

"I wanted to be better than this, Y/n. For you. For us..."

Your lungs were aching, begging for air, begging for you to open your mouth and inhale. And the more the pain grew, the less you were able to think, to move, to hold your breath...

"I destroyed everything again, like all the things I've ever touched"

As you closed your eyes, your conscience leaving your frozen body, you opened your mouth. The cold water became fire sliding down your throat and filling your lungs.

"Forgive me, my love"

You woke up in a mess of hair and covers sticking to your sweaty skin. Coughing and clutching your drumming heart you breathed deeply, welcoming every ounce of oxygen down your lungs. Even though it wasn't real, a phantom pain lingered in your chest to remind you the nightmare you had just escaped.

And behind the fright, behind the invisible pain searing your lungs, there was that senseless feeling of emptiness, of a missing piece that you never had, of a touch that was never yours. Of someone you had forgotten.

Moving your hair from your face, a warm light caressed your skin and your eye. Turning to your window, you noticed a pink sky through the blinds. With a sigh, you stood from your bed with a rustling sound as all the covers fell on the floor, cold as ice under your bare feet.

"I need a shower..."

—

"You need to sleep more, Y/n"

In the chaotic enviroment of the cafe, you gave a quick glance at your mother. Sat at the opposite side of the table, she was menacingly pointing a teaspoon to your face. "The bags under your eyes are darker than your coffee"

"I do sleep, mom" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "It's not my fault if I can't sleep more than four hours per night" you added, taking a sip of coffee. Its bitter taste, however strong, was still not enough to completely shake you from your sleepiness.

"But you never had problems sleeping!" she exclaimed, adding the fifth sugar cube in her tea. You looked at that wincing.

"I think there's enough sugar in that tea" you commented, moving out of her reach the sugar bowl, but she didn't even seem to notice as she kept talking.

"It all started after that trip to New Orleans..." She looked up from her cup and fixed her eyes in yours, her spoon clinking as it hit the light porcelain. "Are you sure that nothing happened while you were there?"

You wanted to genuinely answer that question, you truly did. However all your memories linked to that trip were terribly blurred, as they belonged to a fever dream. Sometimes glimpses of those days came to your mind: the music of a club, lights, the smell of the docks, a strange and welcoming warmth... but there was no clear connection between them.

"No, mom. Nothing" you assured her once again. The last thing she needed was to add amnesia to the many problems you had.

As your gaze wandered around in the cafe, it stopped on the clock hanged on the wall. Half past eight. "I have to go now" you said, drinking the last drop of caffeine left in your mug. "Work starts in thirty minutes and the boss isn't kind to those who arrive late" you explained, searching in your pockets enough money to pay for the drinks.

"Of course" your mother nodded without moving her gaze from her tea. A smile appeared on her face but didn't reach her eyes, lost in the cold liquid left in the cup in front of her.

"Mom." She finally raised her gaze and you smiled. "Thank you for worrying but I'm okay." You moved next to her and left a kiss on her cheek. "I can take care of myself"

"I know, dear" she said, caressing gently your cheek. "Just remember that I'm here if you ever need me"

With one last thankful smile you left her at the table. Avoiding customers and waiters, you dared to check your phone only after the doors of the cafe closed behind you. Not even three steps later, you bumped your shoulder into someone leaning against the wall just outside the shop.

"I'm terribly so–" you didn't finish. You couldn't. Your breath was stuck in your throat, your voice lost somewhere in between your lungs and your tongue, as you watched the man staring back at you with wide eyes.

His coat, his tie, his dark hair felt familiar. He felt familiar; as it was the smell of rainy days in New York, or the melody of your favourite song, or the warmth radiating from a candle. There was a strange pull that drew you towards him and you suddenly felt the need to touch him, to make sure he was standing right in front of you.

"There's no need to apologise". His voice was deep and somehow melodic, but it had a raw note in it, like the blow of a stormy wind through a forest. "I shouldn't have been here in the first place; if you'll excuse me..."

Confused by the irrational feelings that made your skin itch, you moved just enough to let him walk away. You followed him with your gaze but you soon realized that the further he went away, the heavier your heart weighed in your chest.

"Wait!" you shouted, running after him. The surprise was evident on his face when he turned again towards you. "Do you– have we ever met before?"

"I don't think so. I don't live here"

"Maybe somewhere else... New Orleans, perhaps?"

Since you came back from the southern city, you felt like you had been forcefully put in a state of numbness from which there was no way of getting out on your own. Like being drowned in cold, still, infinite water.

Now your blood was finally rushing again in your veins like tides crashing on sand, your heart beating faster than it ever did filling your ears with its rhythm. You were alive again, and all of this because of a stranger that felt like home.

It just couldn't be a coincidence, it could–

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I haven't been there in years, you must've confused me with someone else"

As quickly as it rocketed, your excitement fell, making you spiral back in that numbness, almost like you had never left it.

"You're probably right" you muttered, lowering your gaze and taking a few steps back. "My apologies"

You turned your back to him, quickly putting as much space as you could between you and whatever memory that man awakened. Because, even if you didn't know who he reminded you of —or if this person ever existed— the tears pricking your eyes were real. And they were cold on your skin. And on your heart.

—

The man watched the girl walk away. Even from a distance, he noticed her hand move to her face to wipe her tears. A gesture he had seen too many times to be mistaken.

He took a deep breath when she disappeared around the corner. That was the last time he was going to see her.

Elijah turned around, jaw clenched as his heart turned cold dead again in his chest.

At least she's safe now.

For the first time, that thought didn't make the separation any easier...

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“The stars sure look beautiful today.”

From that night on you and Seonghwa continuously exchanged shy glances, and even the simplest touch would make you blush, as you both reminisced what had happened that night. You anxiously waited for the day you would finally belong to each other, and as the night approached, the both of you started feeling butterflies all over your body.

You had decided the wedding would be small. Not because you weren't extravagant, but because none of you had friends, so it wouldn't make sense to throw a big party. Although the King, without your knowledge, had ordered the most beautiful wedding dress, and he couldn't wait for you to see it.

One day, you decided to take a peek at the ballroom, where the wedding would be taking place. You could see he tried to minimize the red and black, but it was stronger than him. It did look beautiful though... The gold chandelier lit up the sparkly room, decorated with rose petals cut in the shape of a heart, and several portraits of you and the King beside each other. You wondered when those had been painted, but you were honoured. Your heart was clenching in adoration as you noticed the contrast between the portraits all around the castle compared to those. Every painting of the King you had seen so far was of him with a stone-cold expression, but in all of these you were both smiling, laughing, or looking at each other lovingly. The King make sure to capture his favourite moments in all of these paintings, from the day you met, to the picnic in the garden.

"Thank you, Miss."

You were startled to hear a voice behind you while you peeked through the barely opened door. You jumped slightly and turned around, but calmed down once you saw it was one of the maids. She was looking at you with her big, sparkly frog eyes. At some point, it freaked you out, but after seeing them every day you got used to the frog people.

"You're welcome ma'am, but what might you be thanking me for?" You asked, quite confused.

"You've made our lives infinitely better with your presence. Our King has really changed... He said 'thank you' the other day. I have worked for him for a decade and not once had I heard those words from him. He treats us like people, not like servants. You are a blessing, Miss."

You smiled at the maid, a sad yet sympathetic smile.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I beg of you, give him another chance. Seonghwa is but a neglected, traumatized child in an adult man's body, and I'm trying to help him become a better person."

"I cannot promise anything Miss, but if he truly shows the people mercy and compensates them for all we've been through, the people might give him another chance."

You gave her a slight nod, and thanked the maid for her honesty.

"Hey!" A voice called from up the stairs.

The maid excused herself, and you looked at the staircase, to find a distressed Seonghwa running down towards you.

"Did you see the room?" He asked arms crossed over his chest.

You stayed quiet for a second and looked away from the man who stood apprehensively in front of you.

"No?" You lied.

"Aw come on! I wanted it to be a surprise! I knew I should've covered that paintings."

The image of a sulking Seonghwa was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry, but I was too curious..." You paused and looked up at the man "If it serves any consolation, I was very surprised, and I loved it."

"Really?" He happily asked, flashing you his pearly whites.

You hummed in agreement, earning a small kiss from the man.

"Well, the surprises aren't over. There's a couple more, starting with tonight's dinner."

Before you could ask what he meant, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and dragged you towards a small room in the attic. It took a while to go up all of the marble stairs, and you were out of breath once you reached the room, but it was worth it.

The King gripped the golden handle of the red, wooden door, while looking at you with a big grin. Once he pushed it open, the most beautiful sight was prepared for you. The roof of the small room had a beautiful glass skylight, and the stars looked down at you as you stepped inside. There were white rose petals scattered all over the dark wooden floor, and a small table with two chairs sat in the middle. On the wall right in front of you was a lit fireplace, and the table was set for two, with the most beautiful cutlery you had ever seen. You noticed a letter sitting on one of the dishes, that you assumed was directed at you.

"I, uh... I learned to like white roses." Seonghwa said, embarrassed.

You remember the first time you met when he freaked out over the white roses in the garden. He moved to stand behind one of the chairs, and pulled it back.

"Come, sit down."

You obliged and sat down on the chair he held out of you The male sat in front of you and motioned towards the letter.

"Tomorrow we get married, and there are many things I want to tell you, but I can't. So I wrote it down."

You grabbed the letter and opened it. The King's calligraphy was beautiful and easy to read, but it didn't surprise you: everything about him was very neat.

'Dearest Y/N,

I'm sorry you have to read this, instead of hearing me say it, but I know that if I were to tell you how I feel, half of my sentiments would be left unsaid. I have lived a short life that felt very, very long. These years have dragged on relentlessly, but ever since you arrived, time flies. I hate going to sleep and I can't wait to wake up, to be with you, to look at you, to kiss you... I have had many experiences that I thought were love, but the second I laid eyes on you, I knew all of those previous times were wrong, I finally knew what love was. And recently I've come to find that love isn't only one thing, because somehow my love for you grows in many ways every day I spend with you. You may call me crazy, but there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, and I will keep my promise of changing to be a better King. Even if you stop loving me, even if you leave me, I will hold up my promise as proof of my everlasting love for you. But I must confess, I've imagined us growing old together, and one day, when I pass the crown onto my future child, I hope it is your child as well.

Forever yours,

Seonghwa.'

Tears streamed down your cheeks like two rivers and your bottom lip trembled as you read the letter.

"Ah, those are happy tears! Correct?"

You set down the letter and wiped away said tears with your wrists.

"Yes, yes they are. This was beautiful, Seonghwa, thank you."

"I'm afraid that's as far as the surprises go today, because when it comes to dinner," Seonghwa paused, revealing two sandwiches that would be your meal "I'm afraid it's mediocre. I tried my best but everything I made came out raw or burned, I'm afraid this is as far as my cooking abilities go."

You were surprised and very touched that he had done it all by himself, even if it were just some lousy sandwiches.

"You made dinner by yourself? Well, my good Sir, they must be delicious." You joked as you took one of them.

They weren't good, but they weren't bad either, and you appreciated the effort that had gotten into them. You imagined what kind of King Seonghwa would have been if the previous King had chosen to raise Seonghwa instead of his sister... Surely a kind, caring King that everyone looked up to, one every eligible young woman (and man) would bad their eyelashes at. It was truly a shame... But it wasn't too late for a change, you were hopeful.

You spent that night together, cuddling and telling stories while looking at the starry sky, and you eventually fell asleep on the many pillows Seonghwa had sprawled on the floor.

The next day, you woke up with a smile, remembering that your wedding was in a few hours.

You laid on top of Seonghwa and kissed him.

"Wake up sleepy head."

Seonghwa smiled, wrapped his arms around you and flipped the two of you, so you'd be under him.

"Good morning princess."

You help his face in your hands and smiled.

"After today I'll be a Queen."

"My Queen."

Your sappy moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sir, Miss, I'm afraid we must commence dressing you for the wedding."

The King peeled himself off of you with a groan (but not before kissing you). He helped you get up, and the two of you followed the maid that took you both to your assigned fitting rooms. Seonghwa had picked his own suit, but you had no idea what he had in store for you. The second you opened the door, you were met with the most beautiful dress you had ever even imagined. It was white, with a tight corset that expanded into a glamorous princess-like puffy tulle. The tulle had many layers, and its bottom was decorated with pearls. The corset, while sleeveless and heart-shaped, had lace appliques that covered your chest and arms, and the torso was decorated with many sparky stones. The veil was equally decorated with pearls and had a tiara attached to it.

Attached to the dress there was a letter.

'They say white symbolizes faith. I have faith in you and in our marriage. Much love, Seonghwa.'

The maids helped you dress, very carefully and with care. They truly seemed to like you. One of them even fixed your hair in a pretty bun and attached the veil to it.

They had spent around an hour fixing everything, and when you were almost done, the door opened.

"The King is waiting for Miss Y/N."

And that was your queue to leave the room. You carefully walked down the stairs and made your way to the big ballroom, once the doors opened, with the announcement of your name, your eyes fell on Seonghwa, who was staring at you happily, in his new look. His hair was slicked back, no longer covering his eye, displaying it proudly, no longer ashamed of his past. His suit matched your dress: it was white and fit him neatly, and it only served as proof that Seonghwa looked good in any colour.

You noticed the crowd in the room, but you weren't too surprised. Although you had decided to hold a small wedding and not invite anyone, you two knew the people would want to see who was brave enough to marry their King, so the man opened the castle doors for anyone who wanted to witness the wedding.

To say the people were surprised to see the King smile was an understatement, but the fact was that he was smiling, and the smile grew wider for every step you took towards him.

The ceremony went beautifully. There were tears in your eyes and in Seonghwa's eyes, and as you celebrated and sealed the marriage, everyone clapped (to you and Seonghwa's surprise).

Everything went perfectly, until the toast. Seonghwa suggested a toast in your behalf after the maids handed every citizen a glass, and when you took a sip, your body felt weird, and you started shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking until you looked like Thumbelina.

"Y-Y/N!?" Seonghwa asked frantically, as he looked at tiny you standing on the table.

"Tweedles, now!" Someone roared from the crowd.

The Tweedles grabbed you and tossed you over to the Hatter, who had been concealed in the crowd this whole time. After hearing about the wedding, the Hatter decided he would use the certain crowd and commotion to blend in and enter the castle. Without anyone noticing, Cheshire sprinkled some of Absolem's shrinking cake into your drink.

The Hatter grabbed you gently and Bayard came running in. He placed you on the dog and reached for his pocket to retrieve some cake as well.

The King, noticing what was happening before his very eyes, panicked. Tears streamed down his eyes and his bottom lip quivered.

"No! Please don't steal her away! Please!" He begged, running towards the group with one hand stretched out, hoping he could get to the dog before they left but to no avail.

The Hatter just laughed and shrunk himself, giving Bayard the signal to leave. The card knights tried to follow the dog but he was too fast, and there was no time to get the horses before losing sight of the dog. You were gone.

The King fell to his knees, and cried, as he stopped seeing you from the distance.

"Please, don't take her away from me..."

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