#he’s charming and funny and curious and affectionate

[alwaysmoncheri]

summary: you wake up in major john egan’s bed and remember he drunkenly kissed you the night prior—you wonder what that means for your relationship.

cw: fem!reader, mentions of sex, fluff, kissing, confessions, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drunkenness, cuteness, but also cheesiness, 1k words

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It’s quiet when you wake, the sun peaks through the curtains, creating a ray of light that just misses your face. The sheets are comfortable, warm with your own body heat, but they’re not yours. You sit up with a start, the realization as to where you are washing over you. You were in Major John Egan’s bed, oh my god, what were you thinking? You whip your head around, desperately searching for the man you spent the night with. Throwing one of the pillows off the bed, you hear a quiet grunt from the floor, causing you to scramble over to the edge of the bed. Carefully leaning over with a cautious gaze, you see Bucky laying on the ground, a blanket half covering his bare torso and the pillow you previously threw next to him. Heat rises to your cheeks as your eyes find his. His arms are behind his head and there’s an agonizingly charming smile on his face as he looks back at you.

“Good morning.” Bucky’s voice reaches your ears and you feel weak. Your lips part and you draw in a nervous breath, blinking a few too many times, you struggle to gather your thoughts before finally managing to speak.

“You’re on the floor.” you state simply, chasating yourself for the obvious observation.

“It appears so, yes.” Bucky responds with a hint of amusement in his tone, his smile grows wider and you grow more nervous under his gaze, so you look away.

“You don’t need to be.” you offer softly, a gentle invitation hanging in the air as you lean back onto the plush comfort of the bed. Bucky, catching the subtle implication in your words, lifts himself onto his elbows, his expression curious. With a simple nod, you confirm your desire for him to join you on the bed.

Without a word, Bucky rises, his movements fluid and controlled, as he gathers the scattered pillows and blanket, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room. With practiced ease, he arranges them on the bed before settling himself beside you, his presence a comforting weight against the mattress. As he sits next to you, the warmth of his body radiates, drawing you closer. You catch the scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and cedarwood, mingling with the faint aroma of lingering alcohol from the night before. The mattress dips slightly under his weight, a silent invitation for you to move closer. You shift, your shoulder brushing against his as you settle into a comfortable position beside him.

For a moment the two of you sit in silence, the memories of what happened last night weighing on your conscious. You’re overwhelmed, confused, and attempting to put the pieces together.

“You were drunk.” you remind him, the words a hesitant admission of the truth. “I was drunk.”

“That is also true,” Bucky acknowledges with a nod, his gaze softening as he senses the rising panic in your voice. Your breath quickens, and your eyes widen, “Look, honey—” Bucky begins, his voice gentle and reassuring, but before he can finish, your words tumble out in a rush of desperation.

“Oh my god.” you gasp, leaning closer to Bucky, your voice barely above a whisper as you say your next few words, “Did we have sex?”

Bucky's laughter fills the air, a warm, affectionate sound that doesn't quite match the gravity of the situation. Your reaction is immediate, confusion and annoyance contort your features.

“It's not funny,” you insist, your voice tinged with frustration as you search his expression for answers.

“Honestly, honey, I couldn’t tell you.” Bucky replies with a shrug, his demeanor nonchalant despite your obvious distress.

“John,” you whine, the plea in your voice betraying your need for him to be serious and clarity of the situation. As your words dissolve into incoherent mumbles, Bucky reaches out, his hand gently squeezing yours in a gesture of reassurance.

“Hey, I’m sure nothing happened,” he interjects, making an attempt to alleviate your worries, “if we had sex, you probably wouldn’t be wearing anything right now.” Bucky adds, with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows and a smirk.

The implications of his words send a shiver down your spine, mingling with the warmth of his touch as you recall the kiss shared between the two of you the night before, “You kissed me last night.” you say with a hint of uncertainty, searching his face for confirmation.

“And you didn’t stop me.” Bucky counters, his gaze unwavering as he meets your eyes.

“Why would I?” you admit softly, “You’re all I think about.”

Bucky's smiles, that adorable smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You watch as his gaze flickers to your lips and back up to your eyes. A giggle bubbles up from your throat, a nervous sound expressing your uncertainty of the moment.

“What?” you ask in response to Bucky’s wordless expression. Your heart pounds in your chest as he reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear, before leaning in to whisper.

“I’m so in love with you.” Bucky confesses in your ear before leaning back with a wide smile, eager to see your reaction. A smile spreads across your face and you turn to slowly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“If you don’t kiss me—”

Before you can finish, Bucky leans in, closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. A hand holds your cheek, while the other rests on your waist, pulling you closer. He kisses you like he needs you and he knows he does. You melt into his touch, surrendering to the warmth and intensity of the kiss. Before you know it, you're straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

“I love you more.” you murmur against his lips when you pull away and Bucky chuckles, his airy laugh fanning across your face.

“That’s not possible, honey.” he replies, his voice filled with adoration as he leans his forehead against yours.

“Why don’t you kiss me again and find out?” you tease, a playful glint dancing in your eyes, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky says with a grin before capturing your lips once more, sealing your love in a sweet, lingering kiss.

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[recreationalfanfics]

I adore your writing and ideas! Can I please get some Poseidon x chaotic reader headcanons? I’m really curious about the dynamic! Please and thank you!

Y E S, PLEASE THAT'D BE SO FUNNY.

Poseidon + Chaotic! Reader:

- NO, HOW DID YOU BAG THIS MAN??

- THAT IS THE QUESTION BOTH GODS AND MORTALS ARE ASKING, BECAUSE THE MATH ISN'T MATHING.

- Honestly, I could probably think of an explanation but tbh, I think it'd be even funnier if there just wasn't one.

- One day Poseidon was bitching about how disrespectful you are and how you single handedly made him hate humanity more and then the next, you were just sitting on his lap as he watches the tournament and you were snickering bc you put a whoopee cushion on Odin's chair.

- No explanation and whenever someone tries to bring it up, they're shut up instantly from Poseidon's side eye and that and if they ask you, you always change the story just to fuck with them for being nosy.

- You: "Okay, so the most integral part of the story of how Poseidon and I got together starts with Tom Hiddleston-"

- Loki: "Who??"

- Shiva: "This is going to be a load of bullshit again, isn't it-"

- You and Poseidon are as different as an ocean and a volcano, but it might be what attracted him to you in the first place, just the astounding differences that you two had.

- Poseidon does find your shenanigans endearing, mostly because it adds to your charm. If any other human were to do what you did, he'd have their head but when you do it, he just watches silently but there is a softness in his gaze.

- He also likes that you show disrespect to Gods and Humans alike, because he also looks down on them so he's proud of how you cause them inconveniences of any sort. If someone tries to react to you in a hostile way, Poseidon is standing behind you with a: "Do something. I dare you." look in his eyes.

- ALSO, IT'S SO FUNNY BECAUSE YOU DEFINETLY ACT SUPER AFFECTIONATE TO HIM AND HE JUST LETS YOU, he's more affectionate with you in private but like, you're squishing his face and he just sits there and you're calling him your "Poseidy-Widey" and everyone just slowly exits the room.

- IT IS A MIRACLE HE HASN'T KILLED YOU AND A FUCKING PHENOMENON THAT HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #snv x reader #ror poseidon #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #poseidon x reader ror #poseidon x reader snv

[thequietkid-moonie]

Ok so I recently found your work and I. Am. In. LOVE. 😍 I was wondering if you could do Karma Akabane with a very cat-like reader? I'm talking someone who isn't fast to trust but clings to the few people they like. Or like constantly taking naps and yet is somehow always on top of their game when it comes to assassination or academics? If not that's cool though.😊😊

Karma with a cat-like crush

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Karma Akane ]

[ Assassination Classroom / Anatsu Kyoshitsu ]

Idk why but I got emotional haha

I ended up loving it, I hope you like it as much as I do

Karma is really smart and observant, is probably that since the start he had noticed you, although since at first he was more prideful and a little arrogant he didn't give you much importance, what could lead you to don't trust him at first neither

But as the classes pass by and the assassin training win more importance is where you get the oportunity to show your skills and true potential, however at first were everyone who where amased by your great reflections and elegant movements

Karma is competitive and rather prideful, specially at first so seeing someone that could be better that him it bother him (but he tries to hide it, he won't let you see him like this), he will try to approach you to challenge you, directly or indirectly, but accept is your choise, at the end he will still really interested on you (if you accepted and win it would be more out of frustration)

And when he start to notice how good you are with academics too your rivality just increase, you are getting in his prideful side and his challenging attitude increase. With this he isn't giving you a really good impresion, and you two probably were only related by the rivality for a while, but after some time he just start to get more curious about you wanting to know more outside of the challenges even when he doesn't express it, now more than a rivality he wants a friendship

He noticed how you seem more relaxed and even cling to the people you trust, contrary of how you act with others being just polite, even with him you just act either defiantly or just ignore him (depending on if you like challenges or not), so he knows that if he wants to approach to relate with you in a more friendly way he needs to win your trust first

The more you are bothered by his challenging and prideful attitude the more difficult will be for him to approach to you, and the more obvious will start to be for others his intention too, although is more probably that the ones who notice will be Nagisa and Koro-sensei, who offers to help him if he fails to get close to you

Although Karma is stubborn and since his personality is pretty charming it won't take much time for him to win your trust and become your friend, and with that he had the opportunity to get to know you better

Karma actually likes that you cling onto him, that means that you trust him the most, that flattered him and make him feel proud, and as the time pass by and he start to fall in love with you he just loves more that you cling onto him, he sometimes needs time for himself or maybe you just go with someone else but in those moments he end up missing your presence, he gets so used to you clinging to him that when you aren't with him he feels like something is missing

Also he can be pretty jealous when you cling to someone else, not matter if is someone of the group or not, he likes that you trust in others too but he can't stop himself from getting jealous, specially if you are affectionate, the first few times he got jealous by it he didn't hide it too well, those who pay close attention or know him well can easily see that something bothers him

He finds pretty funny that you like to take naps so frecuently or that you can fall sleep wherever, at first he just let you be and leave you alone, but after some time when he finds you sleeping he sits beside you and just make you company, he prefers when is just the two of you because that way no one will see how his expression softens, how his smile sweetly at the view of you sleeping peaceful or how he likes to play with your hair and pat your head softly from time to time

He doesn't mind if you wake up and see him there, he can easily came up with an excuse, saying that he is just looking after you since you are being so careless to fall sleep, and if you ever came to him because you wanted to nap beside him he will be so flustered but he hide it and let you do it, he says that he doesn't care but it actually mean a lot for him

He tease you a lot for your cat-like personality, always putting you nicknames that are relate to cats and making jokes like asking you to not purr

The rivality part never really goes away, but it lose importance after a while and just become a thing between you two, just challenging and making bets to each other as friends

With some time his crush become obvious and at first he was annoyed by it (specially when his classmates tease him), but after some time he just don't mind anymore, and even when he doesn't accept directly to others he doesn't deny it neither, and he isn't planning to confess right now mainly because he likes to play around

#assassination classroom #assassination classroom x reader #ansatsu kyoushitsu #ansatsu kyoushitsu x reader #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #anime and manga #anime x reader #anime x you #x reader #x gn reader #anime #manga

[mblue-art]

Sorry for that question but I really curious!

What made you fell in love with Cross and Lust?

Tell us more!!

😳😳😳 hhuh what rreally,, , ,,, 😳 u wanna hear me yap abt my sillies, my beloveds,,, (i appreciate the enthusiasm tho omg 🥺🫶🫶🫶)

i want to have the yuris with lust and the yaois with cross I I MEAN HWHWAT 🧍‍♂️

UM.

haha anyWAY,, (oh gog this ended up long)

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cross checks so many boxes for me it makes me go insane. too good to be true. versatile(??)— like it's somehow way too easy to put him in Situations. (he's bf and husbone material??? just -20hp me now; that already kills me) he's. hh. gawddamn there's reasons why he won a utmv sans sexyman poll.

he's like a crush that you can't get out of your head no matter what you do, i'm so freaking down bad for him it's not even funny anymore. ever since simping for cross i have not been the same since. the man has changed me. the attraction/simp feelings hit me like a bat out of nowhere and i don't understand why it's so intense— i. hh.

,,i like when ppl make him dorky. stupidly silly (absolutely love shitpost shenanigans and would absolutely LOVE to get into silly shenanigans with him and with/without his bestie epic). fun to be around when he's deemed you as a good friend. stars, he'd give good hugs. strong, solid, and warm, the kind of hugs u don't wanna pull away from so soon. a little endearingly cringe. fanon simp cross is adorable and fun to mess around with. tsundere cross is adorable and fun to mess with. cute anxious guy under all that intimidating aloofness. when i say his smile is an absolute treasure, i mean that. his blush making him look like a grape or a glowing bulb is adorable and makes me wanna tease him more. anime protag/character vibes so strong i wanna have a cute bl/shoujo manga romance with him type shit yk.

then there's times when he's The Hot Dude and i think it's illegal if he's all confident and smug and dom actually (/hj) cause that makes me wanna fucking fite him HELLO? SIR? ILLEGAL????? (<- the fight or flight response of a tsundere towards a milder tsundere LOL).

-hp every single time. mf gets successful d20 rolls w/ rizz on me and i get a critical hit every time. it's a 50/50 either i fluster to death and become weak or i wanna fite his dumbass

i'll. i can fight him. i'll lose but i can fight him for sure. (why is he so cool⁉️‼️💢💢💢RRRRRRR)

he makes me feel things. lots of things. (mostly fluster but when i'm feelin sooper soff i jst wanna shower his skull in keeses. ima kissy lil guy)

tired cross makes me just wanna take care of him. want him to come home to me without any worry because he thinks i'm his safe space.

when he's being stubborn i want to tell him to chill out for a little while, take a break and watch some funny stuff while drinking choccy milk or eating his fav foods and be cozy. bapping him if he's gonna try to get out of this too soon. he's gonna get the free time he deserves n relax n get cuddles n kithes.

the way he can gently hold my hand and look at me with a sincere look in his eyelights and say something genuinely affectionate feels like cupid shooting an arrow through my soul, but also feels like a balm. (a promise of loyalty and faithfulness.) (a kiss on the forehead? a cherry on top.)

well now i can't be mean to him with all the nice he's saying and doing. i just want nice things for him o(-< (even if he's a bastard sometimes lol<3 all circles back to the silly) (silly is always important)

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i love lust. so so so much. the fanon interpretation of him, anyway.

(don't get me wrong, i absolutely adore the feminine slay content of lust; but am i wrong for yearning for more masc lust content?)

i like my lust sans respectful, goofy, sans-like, an absolute sweetheart, and a caring, wonderful life partner. under the flirty personality and charm(ing looks), is a sans behavior that made me fall deeper. (he makes me feel very gender too) (ohmygofd yeah no he actually makes me think of gender sometimes rauauagrrgh<3/pos). i don't have to worry about showing my cring, weird side to him, because he's also a gremlin,, o(-< he doesn't have to present himself all nice and pretty all the time (although he's always pretty in my eyes). he can be comfortably himself; with me 🥺

i want to be his safe space.

i want to see him heal and be happy and be happy with me and give him all the love i can give and care for him and make him soso happy i just want him to feel SO sosososo loved, he deserves so much more

he's the only one who's able to get a certain reaction out of me; to pull flowers out of my heart. to pull out words of love and devotion and appreciation, heart bursting with affection only for him.

for him, i would try. i would live for him. i wish someone like him (the him i've created from interpretations and headcanons) was real irl.

i want to not care i don't care if he's a gorgeous well-known person that people fawn over, or if he's a campus crush, etc.,

i want him to think i'm worthy enough to keep in his life. for him to know how special he is to me, for him to know how much i want him in my life as much as i want him to keep me in his.

my immediate reaction when i think of him is: 😊💕💜💜💜eeeee kicks and giggles and flaps hands teehee

i love him so much i get a heart-on for him (/silly but it is true sometimes; love him so much it aches (in a good way))

#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #(embarrassing myself under the cut 😁!11! !) #(these words are messy like my thoughts hahagahgs forgive me for not making it proper or something) #(oh whoops is that my heart down there uh haha sry i must've dropped it lemme pick it back up—) #(honestly it gets kinda personalll?? but yeah my heart haha whoops) #(head full yet empty only purple beloveds...) #(took me so long to answer bc... thoughts... i wasn't sure which ones to omit or include) #crossrot #lm #cm

[primaviva]

tag: post the last section or paragraph of your latest wip

thank you @goosetheluce pookie for the tag ig 😒 knowining the scrutiny i get for keeping my fics in the vault…

ANYWAYS this isn’t necessarily the last section but this is around the closing of the fic. i know you guys been begging for eco gel so here’s a teaser as a promise it’s coming out tomorrow, i just wanted to change my theme and post it earlier than i usually do and not at midnight as always.

"Gracias, mami," Miles murmurs, his head turning slightly to meet your gaze, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"You don't have to thank me," you assure him, focusing your attention on the other side of his hair now that one braid is complete. With practiced ease, your nimble fingers continue their dance, skillfully weaving each strand. "But... there is one way you can thank me."

Intrigued, he maintains silence, his curiosity piqued by the mischievous tone in your voice. He remains seated, patiently awaiting the revelation, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the distant mirror. A sheepish smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he eagerly anticipates your next move.

"And what would that be?" Miles questions, his tone curious.

Rather than answering, you choose to maintain silence, your focus shifting to the final touches of his second braid. Stepping away from the bed, you position yourself in front of him, cupping his face in your hands, your touch tender and affectionate.

“Y’know miles, I never noticed what beautiful baby hairs you have…” you remark, a subtle segue into your true intentions, a rogue glint in your eyes.

…

His eyes fixated on your hand, realizing that he had been defeated by your charm. His arms dropped limply to his sides as he simply stared at you, a mix of surrender and anticipation coursing through him.

"Fine, you win," Miles admitted, a sense of defeat in his voice.

the fic is 5.1k words so trust y’all are gonna eat GOOD! it’s you doing miles hair (specifically his edges) it’s mad funny mad cute so <33

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles x reader #prowler miles x you #miles morales x reader #42 miles morales x reader

[ipostdumbthings]

To Be Cared For

Pairing: Astarion/Tav

Characters: Astarion, F!Tav

Rating: G

Genre: Romantic Fluff

Summary: Tav tries a new way of showing Astarion how much she cares for him.

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When Tav had told him that she wanted to surprise him with something, Astarion had thought he had some idea of what it would be. She did like to spoil him when she could, finding fun ways for him to indulge his appetite for blood or nice things. One night she’d offered to get drunk on wine before he drank from her, to see if he could get a little tipsy off the effects in her blood. He somehow didn’t think it all too wise to have a half-drunk on wine Tav half-drunk of blood. Seemed like a recipe for waking up Shadowheart for some emergency healing.

Tav had managed to surprise him today though, or more accurately: baffle him. She’d led him to a secluded room that was almost completely empty save for several buckets, most of which were full of water, a chair in the middle of the room, and a few bottles full of unidentifiable potions sitting nearby. She stood before him positively beaming at him with a ladle in hand. What in the hells was she planning?

He tried to connect the dots, really dug back in the memory to see if any combination of these things could spark some concept of what she had in mind, but he found nothing. Nothing but Tav smiling happily at him, wiggling the ladle a little to get his attention.

“You’ll most definitely want to take your shirt off, just to keep it from getting wet.” She finally spoke after several minutes of his confused expression and her all too eager one. Another moment passed between them before he sighed and tugged his shirt off, which he laid carefully on the ground. 

“What exactly are we to be doing in here, darling?” He asked, his tone curious in a way that made it clear he was prepared to deliver a playful insult based on whatever came out of your mouth next.

“Is it not obvious?” She asked, looking genuinely surprised. She stopped, turned, looked at the buckets, potions, and the chair, then turned back and wiggled the ladle again like that meant something. What did she mean “is it not obvious?” What weird series of firings in that brain of hers had ever led her to this? Was it a sex thing? He banished that thought quickly, not because he didn’t think she was capable of indulging in some strange things, but because she knew he wanted to wait. Ugh, almost made him want to gag from the sheer sentiment, he trusted her too much. 

“Obvious? You’ve got six buckets, a myriad of mystery potions, a shirtless vampire, and a chair. What conclusion am I to draw?” He asked, pitch rising just enough to get across his incredulity.

“You’ll be one step closer to solving that and other mysteries when you take a seat,” she said and paused dramatically, “… in the chair!” With that she stepped to the side and held out her arms  presenting the plain, boring, wooden chair like she’d completed a magic trick. Gods, when did he become this person? The one that actually enjoyed following around some insufferable do-gooder, positively charmed by frivolous her antics?

“I didn’t know it was possible to be affectionately annoyed by someone until I met you,” he said, but he did take the seat so dramatically offered to him. Once he sat down she moved an empty bucket directly behind the chair, then started laboring over a couple of the buckets with water to sit beside him. He’d have offered to help, but he was going to enjoy watching her struggle just a bit, it was a little funny the way she had to almost waddle to get them in place.

“Oh, the decisions you’ve made, Astarion, that have led you to a long future of precisely that,” she said with a feigned ominous air. He was going to be stuck like this for a while wasn’t he? So miserably pleased by how silly she was. Then she rested a hand on the top of his head and gently pushed until it was draped back over the chair. That opportunity was pounced on in the form of a very sweet, upside down kiss. She parted from him and immediately dunked the ladle into a bucket of water, and it suddenly clicked. She was going to wash his hair. 

That was unexpected, a genuine surprise, really. It gave him a weird feeling in his chest that he couldn’t quite place, a feeling that seemed new to him. Not an unwelcome one either, it was comfortable. Safe, even.

“Would you indulge my curiosity? I’ve had a burning question in my mind since the second you buried your fangs in my neck.” She asked and used her free hand to guide the water she poured into his hair away from his face. He was surprised it was still warm, must have had it burning hot when she set all this up to make sure it would be comfortable for him by the time she got started. She worked the water through his hair, and he felt that playful irritation he’d indulged in earlier melt away. He watched her, though she was too busy paying attention to what she was doing to return the gaze. There was tenderness in the dutiful way she took to the task.

“And what would that be, my sweet?” He asked. She flicked her gaze to him with a small smile on her face, and he knew whatever burning curiosity she had, it was not over pressing or dramatic matters. He wasn’t yet sure why, but he found that to be a great relief. With his hair well saturated, she took one of the potion bottles and poured a viscous, yellow fluid onto the palm of her hands.

“How do you manage to style your hair so perfectly without the use of a mirror?” Her question was rewarded with a light laugh. She was far from the first to ask that question, but the truth was rather boring.

“With 200 years of practice, any skill can be honed,” he said simply. She rubbed the liquid between her hands before her gentle fingers worked between the strands of his hair to find his scalp. If he hadn’t already loved her before, that would’ve been when he fell for her. The careful way she massaged the potion in, taking such sweet time to go over every available inch. It wasn’t enough to do it for him, she was making sure to do it right. She was taking care of him.

And in that moment he realized why he hadn’t wanted any serious questions from her, why he hadn’t wanted to dwell on any misery or challenges. This small act of care had rendered him vulnerable in a way that was brand new to him. He’d been forced into vulnerable positions for most of his life, and intimacy was something he’d always traded for security. He hadn’t really ever considered a scenario in which vulnerability might actually be enjoyable, or intimacy free of the baggage of sexuality and transactions.

“I suppose that’s true,” she said, nodding with a smile. She didn’t seem to notice he was staring at her again, watching her and the peaceful joy she wore as she worked. He swallowed hard, a strange lump forming there. 

“Why are we doing this?” He asked in a tone that completely betrayed how fragile he felt this moment was. Her hands froze and she turned her eyes to his concern knitting on her brow.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asked and began to pull her hands away, he was quick enough to snatch one by the wrist to stop her. He pulled it close and gave her a soft kiss on the inside of her forearm before directing her hand back to his hair.

“No, please,” he said ever so gently, “I want to continue. It’s just that, well, no one’s done anything like it for me before.” Had he signed up for this too? Along with the affectionate annoyances? Not the shampooing specifically. But… this? He couldn’t think how else to phrase it, even to himself. It felt like an eternity stretched into a moment where he peered into her eyes looking for some kind of assurance. Her hands went back to work, and he knew the answer before she said it.

“I’d be glad to do this sort of thing often if you’ll allow me,” she said, sounding a little tentative. Like she wanted to give him space to assert a boundary. This required none though.

“I would love nothing more, Darling.”

#astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #romance #fluff

[midnightanxietytm]

I read your blurb about the reader helping Mabel feel comfortable about her experiences with kissing so far. It was such a sweet and funny blurb and you captured Mabel’s personality so well! That combination of hopeful, nervous, brave, and a bit self deprecating for Mabel can be difficult. I’m also excited to learn more about the reader. I found the commentary for land before swine to connect the dots for myself. The background and the blurb were such a good fit!

I really like the reader and how she feels comfortable expressing her silly side with Mabel. I’m curious how Dipper would interact with her. I think the reader humanizing Stan or Ford with stories from their youth or being a person for Dipper to talk about his theories would be fun.

It would even be interesting if the reader told a story about Stan that he didn’t remember. I don’t recall if the reader and Stan got along or knew each other when they were younger.

I think having a window into Stan and ford’s pasts would be such a interesting dynamic to see with the other characters. I think Wendy would readily accept and encourage the chaos.

Bruh I self insert sooo bad in my Reader x cannon stuff im glad to hear that its still likable. When I wrote "He takes his whiskey neat" I had it in my head that Reader met Ford in College, moved to Gravity Falls with him and After the portal incident they stuck around to help Stan rebuild the portal. For the "kissy faces" I tought that they could have met in the last year of high school and gone to college together.

I haven't given much tought to a reader and Stan relationship but i think they would be the scammers of the century honestly, I think my reader has a lot of charisma aand charm to them, and they’re also real smart, so yeah sufice to say they are a dangerous combination

As for Reader and Dipper I have another Blurb for ya!

Academic weapon

“It’s looking great, Dipper!” You compliment the boy with a smile; “You have some minor formatting issues with your sources, but otherwise you've got the oxford model down to a T!” He beamed up at you, his latest summer essay in your hands, complete with formatting and research, got him a lot of teasing comments from his sister and Stan, but Dipper didn’t give up, and you agreed to give him a small summer course on scientific method. It was safe to say you believe Dipper would be way ahead of his peers the next school period, not to toot your own horn.

“It’s funny, honestly. Your grunkle Ford’s essays were such a mess and yours are so neat! Guess the apple does fall far From the tree sometimes.” You say while affectionately messing his hair. Dipper laughs in turn.

“Yeah even his journals are a mess, I guess they look cool tho, Mabel says it adds to his ‘aesthetic’...” He says, fixing Up his hat.

“Oh it’s totally for the aesthetic of the journal!” You agree with a grin. “But with his thesis? There he was just being stubborn…” And you tilt your head down to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

Dipper leaned in, nodding vigorously. “Ford paid me and Fidds more than once to format and rewrite entire papers for him.”

“IT WAS ONE TIME DAMMIT!” Yelled Ford suddenly from the doorway. Dang, you should have whispered lower. Ford does have a talent to walk in whenever you gossip about him.

Dipper bursts out laughing, and you follow.

#midnight posts #fanfic writing #gravity falls #ford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #stanley pines

[hrhmimieucliffe]

My Spidersona Ships and Personality-like (is that the word I'm looking for?) Headcanons - Basically a thing where I list a bunch of ships and characters I think Giselle and Miguel are similar (but maybe not completely the same) as could be the dynamics of the ship etc, and characters I think Giselle is similar to, from different media, they could share qualities and traits but not be the full on same. Might be a little long, oops-

Gruvia (Fairy Tail) - I think Gray's sometimes cold (pun maybe intended) and serious personality he adorns at times is similar to Miguel's, though he isn't always shown to be like this. (Same as Miggy). Juvia is like Giselle in a lot of ways.

♡ Very loving, affectionate, supportive and sticks by the one she loves' side, but isn't their lapdog or servant and still has values of her own and is willing to challenge the one she loves for them. She isn't completely like Juvia, because Juvia used to be a little more obsessed (she is less so now) with Gray and overly possessive and jealous when he talks to another woman, but I feel like Giselle, since she (secretly) loves Miguel, maybe she would start to feel a little insecure with all the other various Spiderwoman around, seeing how pretty and skilled they are.

"Always thinking of you"

☆ Raps (Tangled) - She is definitely like Rapunzel in a lot of ways. She has a bright, sunny, cheerful personality, that may be seen as slightly "quirky". She is very friendly and would love to make friends with as many as possible and is curious about a lot of things. She wants to visit the other Spiders' worlds just to explore and see what they're like. She loves to sing and dance and I think Giselle does have somewhat of an aura of a Disney Princess. I'd say Giselle's singing voice can be likened to a mix or combination of Halle Bailey, Ariel, Thumbelina and Princess Aurora. (I know many people probably don't even remember what Aurora's voice is like, but the song she sings in the forest at the start of the movie, those HIGH notes? Those are what Giselle's voice is like) Also, Miguel and Giselle's dynamic is pretty similar in a few ways to Rapunzel and Eugene's, especially with the way Eugene looks at Raps 😩 also got this idea/comparison from @fairytalespider &lt;3

○ Belle - I think that Giselle would have Belle's Stubborn, headstrong, adventurous and yet passionate traits. She loves to read and get lost in fantasy like Belle. Wanting to help people, no matter what, even if they don't want it and protecting the ones she loves and cares for. I would Imagine that Giselle's normal speaking voice would be similar to Belle's but with a slightly higher pitch and a bit more "oomph" to it. Her passion for reading and learning about different cultures growing up, allowed her to comfortably speak 4 different languages fluently, learn different cultural dishes by heart and gave her the dream of travelling and seeing the world. She also passionately studied ballet at one point and uses it to practice her natural flexibility, given that her flexibility also increased as she gained her abilities, but doesn't do ballet all the time or as a full time thing.

◇ Yotsuba Nakano (The Quintessential Quintuplets) - I think Yotsuba's and Giselle's personalities and skills are very similar. Can seem a bit airheaded, yet are funny, passionate, full of life and puts others before herself. Like Yotsuba's situation, she would rather hide her romantic feelings for the one she loves, thinking that maybe someone else is deserving of him, instead of seeing that she is as good as any other and doesn't have to sell herself short. They're both very sporty and athletic too and have a passion for having fun and wanting others to have fun and feel happy too.

※ Yuna Ichihara (Love me, Love me not) - I think Giselle and Yuna are similar in a lot of ways. Natural born hopeless romantics with slightly naïve ideals and a sense of innocent curiosity to them. Both dream of their "Prince Charming" and true love. Both are bright, sweet, and charming and have a way of inspiring others.

Will end it here for now, Might make a part 2 to this, who knows.

What do you think of this/doing this as a new Spidersona Challenge or a "Get to Know My Spidersona"? @the-cat-and-the-birdie ? 👁

#across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #atsv miguel #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel ohara fanart #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #miguel x black reader #miguel x black reader smut #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #spider man atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman2099 #spidersona #spider man #spiderman #spider oc

[crouton-knight]

My nerd(affectionate), my aquantence, my funny lil guy on a screen-

Tell me about your ocs

I'm spesificaly curious about your pfp (are they an oc? Self insert? Im fairly certain you drew them, but did you?) But also I wanna know abt any other lil fellas youve got! I want Refrence Images (if you hve any)

HELLO I'M SO EXCITED TO TELL YOU the one in my pfp is not an OC though, that's just Karkat Vantas as a trickster. I did in fact draw him! But technically he's not mine, just the design is.

I can post the full image below! Among many others.

Due to who I am as a person, at least some of the images below will be uh. Suggestive. Proceed at your own discretion.

Trickster Karkat

I've actually drawn him like three times but this is my favorite iteration.

OKAY OC TIME

I'll start with my homestuck OCs. These aren't all of them, just most of them. I still have some highbloods to draw.

Pommeh Granit and Pemlow Matahr (originally Pomelo Tomato) are a couple of minor characters in an old fic of mine that's been bouncing around forever. Pommeh doesn't get much if any screentime but in another world he'd be some highblood's sugarbaby, sweet to their face and an absolute terror to anyone else. Pemlow is much nicer, and the tattoos on his shoulder are meant to be symbolic of the system he grew up in (as he's not an Alternian troll, he's from a colony world.)

All the yellowbloods (Hanyak Tayana, Kimchi Spanch, Javila Kanyao and Praspa Tradam) are also background characters from various unfinished fics that I sometimes give their own lives anyway. Hanyak and Praspa are roommates, and very toxic for each other. Kimchi is the only thing keeping them from killing each other. Javila is just there for the ride, and to provide narcotics.

Maeleo is actually my first fantroll! He went through a bunch of redesigns though. I think someone once said he looks like a pokemon trainer? I think I might lean into that lol. Champion Fiduspawn player.

Tassit, Sazaly, and Lasusa are also some older characters who've gone through some redesigns (Lasusa the least, she's always been scrungly). The three of them are from the same fic as Pommeh and Pemlow, as maintenance crew (Tassit) and medical crew (Sazaly and Lasusa.) Hareer used to be a Beforus troll but then I made them an Alternian bounty hunter.

Yadmir is a smuggler who runs both cargo and people off locked down planets like Alternia. He only shows up in a couple scenes in one of my more recent (unfinished) fics but I think he's kind of charming, in a slimy way.

Claris is just horrible and I'm pretty sure she eats people. Like not even grubs, straight up people.

I also have Lilnas Rodey and Candra Somvar, both of which I need to actually draw myself at some point. There's more than these but... yeah, still no refs.

DragonFable OCs!

I still need to draw most of them. But here's the ones I've already drawn.

Dave, a fan-child for Notha and Remthalas, cloned mostly from Rem's DNA but with a little Notha in there for variety. He's a menace and I love him. @oddeyesight and @valorousowl (as @justanothalyehr) are partially responsible.

Duroc, Elemental Spirit of Vivacity. He's a hedonist and a bacon-aligned spirit, and I mostly made him because I thought it'd be funny.

Somnarine, another abyssal elf. He's an old friend of Rem's who was away when the other abyssal elves got taken out by Kathool. Lots of headcanons involved in both his design and backstory. His skirt isn't actually that short, he ties it with his belt when he's on land. Right now he's traveling among other water elf settlements to try and gather as much of his people's history together as he can. Very much a lover not a fighter, and needs rescuing *often.* (Kind of a simplified sketch, will do better eventually.)

I've only recently gotten back into DF though so again, more OCs, not that many refs.

Puella Magi OCs!

I have. A lot of witches. Which I will not list, because I mostly use them for RP, and they die pretty quickly lol.

But here are some of my magical girls!

Chiyako Watanabe, my first Puella Magi OC. Rich girl, very polite and sweet on the first few meetings, but actually really intense and even a little violent. Has a pretty fragile ego, and a tendency to not ask for help until it's too late.

Tsukiko Usada, 18 or 19 years old, living on her own, and actually really shy and nervous around everyone. Has an interest in idol culture and fashion, but doesn't think she'll get anywhere with it, mostly because she's trans and still needs to get over her own internalized issues. (Her outfit was originally just blue but then I did the trans flag palette as a joke and thought it looked much cuter.)

This one's much rougher due to the situation around the image; a few people from the RP + myself wanted to make a manga but it didn't really get off the ground. Olivia here was one of the main cast; she's really cold and bitter outwardly but actually kind of a crybaby. Also half-Belgian, hence the name.

I have one more, but she still doesn't have any art; will hopefully get around to that sometime.

Non-fandom OCs!

Surprisingly, this Madoka-looking girl is for an original project that I've been pinging around in my head for a few months. Miko Sugihara, an unlucky magical girl who works for the Yakuza due to them holding her mascot critter hostage.

Knoell here is... something. He was abducted by Krampus and transformed into what he is now. Really I made him for smut.

Nikolai here is basically my self-insert! I do not own any of this outfit in real life, alas.

Hoo, that's already quite a lot, so I'll stop here for now. Might post more if anyone asks again. Thanks for dropping by! Feel free to ask details about any of them.

#my ocs #my art #puella magi madoka magica #dragonfable #original #homestuck #asks #asylumdream #fantrolls

[darknetneopets]

I wonder, if my oc, William, would meet Eden, how would that go? Especially since both are kinda inspired by Chernabog-

OOOOOHHH that would be interesting!! William is so cool btw!!

I mean- funny answer: Spider-Man pointing meme asshjgks but for real ooogh I feel like they could have some interesting interactions since they’re both kind of mysterious but in very different ways,,,

I find the relationship William has to Yuu super interesting and can totally imagine it with Eden (since he’s my version of Yuu) I’m excited to see what you do with your fanfic idea for William!

It might depend on how William chooses to behave towards Eden. He seems very cool and imposing- but unless he gets super aggressive or standoffish that won’t bother Eden ‘beast tamer’ Grey much. We are talking about a person (fresh from another dimension) who had no problem scruffing a fire breathing cat monster, sharing a dorm with ghosts, or befriending the ominous horned dragon man lurking around the Ramshackle grounds at night!

I like to imagine Eden as having a curious ‘charm’ affect on others, especially monsters and other supernatural beings as a nod to Chernabog’s ability to seemingly summon ghosts and demons etc. So there’s the possibility William might find him similarly soothing to be around (depending on if you think his charm would affect William or not of course!)

It seems like William is very good at getting people to trust him if he wants to and he certainly would have no trouble with Eden. Seven help William if he decides to be openly friendly or supportive towards Eden (congratulations, William, you are now an adoptive big brother figure! Have fun with your new magicless sidekick and their talking cat :3 )

Once you’ve befriended Eden there’s no shaking them, outside of actively choosing to hurt or betray him (even then maybe not, he forgives a bit too easily) and while he can’t do much to retaliate against being wronged, his distress might summon a very displeased dragon prince…

Obviously William is the much cooler and more powerful Chernabog figure and kinda makes Eden look like a disappointing descendant- like a tiger shaking his head while he watches a domesticated cat run around askgjks,,,

I totally think Eden would love William and find himself drawn to him the same way he is with Malleus and Lillia. Eden has a thing for anything old, spooky, and eccentric!

Also Eden would absolutely affectionately shorten his name to ‘Will’ unless William voiced a strong dislike for it. I can also picture William calling Eden ‘lil devil’ like Lillia dose for some reason, just vibes I guess <3

[as for my dorm leader au Eden,,, he would avoid William at all costs. He's only a house warden by technicality and is trying not to draw any attention to himself his first year on NRC’s infamous campus- especially when it comes to powerful seeming guys like William! But they would probably bond over both having a soft spot for Yuu and become cordial at the very least.

ACTUALLY with William in that au I could see him being the Chernabog dorm leader and maybe Eden as his new vice warden!! Maybe I should draw William in the Chernabog dorm uniform when I finish designing it! :3 ]

Anyway asdjghks this was a lot but this ask made my day!!! Also William is officially one of my blorbos and will be rotting my brain from now on,,, <3

#thank you for allowing me to talk about Eden they are my scrunkly adfjghks #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #twist ocs #my twist ocs #my twist writing #lovely friends #friends ocs #twist hell

[rainy-astrology]

SF9 Dawon birth chart analysis

Based on my opinion and observations. Not a professional. May change later.

July 24th, 1995

Ilsan, SK

11 am

Big 3: ☀️♌️, 🌙♊️, ⬆️♎️

10th house placements make him image and work oriented (Sun, Mercury, and Venus). Dawon knows how to be interesting and entertaining, his Venus especially makes him really charming and likeable. Considering he's a Libra rising, he can really put up a fun front just for the public. The other members have mentioned how different Dawon is off camera, which doesn't surprise me at all. Libra rising + Gemini moon = 2 faced energy. I have no doubts Dawon is naturally funny and entertaining - air placements are genuinely funny - but he likely plays it up more just for the camera

Leo sun at 0°...0° is about renewal and pure energy of that sign, so having to relearn the sign sort of...and maybe that's why Dawon's confidence fluctuates. Leos are known for their expression and confidence, but Dawon seems to lack a bit of it at times. Leos do have a tendency to put a confident face to cover up their insecurity. He also seems to care a lot about other's opinions about him and may mold his personality a bit to live up to those ideals (especially as a Libra rising too...). However, a developed Leo should just be able to express healthily and be unafraid to be themselves; they see no need to live to other's standards bc they are their own standard. He does have the hype man energy of one though lol he's always encouraging and supportive of the other members. I've read that 0° can also absorb other traits of the sign before it, which may be why Dawon has so much Cancer energy too

Lowkey kinda terrible with dealing with his emotions lol. Gemini moons never seem to know what to do with their feelings so they either A) talk it out and go on a long tangent or B) try to be rationalize them bc they don't like feeling them. Especially with Moon square Saturn, it makes him withhold his feelings due to feeling ashamed of them. The other members have mentioned how sensitive and emotional Dawon really is, but he always tries to deny it. He also said it himself during a Vlive that he's the type to keep his feelings to himself

Saturn in 6th places a lot of importance on his health. He works out like crazy and often talks about caring for his health and others' health (e.g nagging Chani a lot to gain weight). His chart is dominated by Saturn in general, so he's really critical of himself and very disciplined. He seems really restrictive when it comes to emotions and himself. Is kind of stubborn too

Dislikes conflict, probably passive aggressive (Mars Libra in 12th). Mars opp Saturn seems to hint at slight issues with anger. Due to his repressive nature, doesn't always express it or does but in an unhealthy way. Physical exercise helps with this a lot, so it could be one of the reasons why he works out so often

Cancer venus + Venus trine Saturn...May take awhile for him to warm up to others, but once he does become comfortable, he becomes super affectionate and touchy. May not have a lot of friends but is really loyal

Curious and always ready to learn; enjoys exploring topics and places; likes to dive into new subjects, he seems pretty open minded overall. He has a lot of energy mentally and physically. Ambitious and goal oriented, Dawon always tries to put a lot of effort into whatever he does

Neptune + Uranus in 4th house = weird home life. Seems like it's about having a weird family or home, maybe chaotic. Never feeling relaxed at home, longing for stable home and environment. Maybe strange childhood or can't remember much of it

Pluto in 2nd makes him care a lot about his finances. Financial security is one of his biggest concerns. Can be possessive about it. Will work hard to achieve the things he wants

North node in 1st means he should focus on himself. Dawon is constantly restricting himself in order to be safe from judgement, but he shouldn't have to worry about it at all. He needs to learn how to be comfortable with himself and be able to express who he is. He needs to build self confidence and stop living up to other's expectations

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Other analysis:

MBTI | Enneagram

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#sf9 #astrology #sf9 astrology #birth chart #birth chart analysis #dawon #lee dawon #sanghyuk #lee sanghyuk #leo sun #gemini moon #libra rising

[latibvles]

Hello Poet! I'm curious about 🦈boy, I've always disliked him (in the show), and would like to know your view. What about the nurse squad, what's their feeling about Web? Anybody in Easy they find unbearable? Thanks🎆

THIS IS FUUUNNYYY. As an English major I do admittedly have a soft spot for Web. I think his heart is in the right place — he just talks too much at times. I really really liked him in Replacements for his scene with the kid, so by the time he came back I had softened up for him, even if I wanted him to be silent sometimes 💀

Not all the girls have met Web. Daisy likes him well enough since she’s only met him a handful of times. She thinks he’s polite and well, in comparison to Talbert, who did flirt with her a bit, he didn’t, which was a nice change of pace.

Rita thinks it’s funny to see him squirm. She thinks it’s funny when Lieb messes with him. I don’t think it’s a outward dislike necessarily but sometimes she just , deadpans , “boy you sure do talk a lot , Harvard boy”

Ginny is like Speirs in this regard — as in she forgets who he is because it isn’t like he’s an NCO or an officer she has to frequently talk with. She’s never really met and spoken to him. “Webster.” “Who?” “David Webster. The private. Second platoon.” “…” “Nevermind.”

Patty thinks he has pretty eyes. She’s pretty simple in that regard and they haven’t spoken much. But he’s well read so honestly I think they’d get along really well but like… everyone loves Patty. Even Cobb loves Patty. If you don’t like Patty you’re weird.

I think Laura thinks he’s handsome and that he’s also befallen her spell of sorts in Aldbourne. She’s really charming guys. They danced a couple times.

Catherine hasn���t actually met him either. But she’d probably remember his name easier than Ginny does because she doesn’t have to keep track of so many of the men.

Carolyn does NOT like his ass but also Carolyn is an acquired taste when it comes to the men. It’s moreso a gut feeling than anything else. She only met him in Holland briefly but it’s that gut feeling kind of thing.

In terms of Easy Company guys they don’t like — Buck reminds Ginny too much of the guys she used to date back in high school. It’s really nothing personal, just that he’s too similar to her exes. Rita thinks Vest is annoying, small talk gives her the ick, just give her her mail, kid. Patty gets really nervous around Ron and considering their first meeting. Well. I think Laura really is that sort of get-along-with-everybody sort. Carolyn doesn’t like Web. Guarnere gives Catherine a goddamn headache and it isn’t always an affectionate headache.

Thank you for the ask! xx

#sbt asks #poet’s secret friends #poet’s mail box #this is a David Webster enjoyers page #he’s Annoying (affectionate)

[alotsgonnachange]

How 2 Seduce My Ocs

Or shipping guide whatever you wanna call it i just need to post this so I can add it to their descriptions eventually

Isabella

As a friend: Loyal, huge jokester and terrible gossip, will make faces at you and mouth questions across the table, while around strangers she’s much more reserved. Good shoulder to cry on and a good listener as well. Stubborn and will have a hard time taking your advice the first time, you have to bully her a bit. If you ever need help with literally anything at all please let her help you! She likes to feel useful so someone who pushes back against accepting help might unintentionally hurt her feelings. She will literally hurt or cause bodily harm to anyone who wrongs her friends. If you tell her not to she’ll just humiliate them publicly.

As a Lover: Getting to this stage is hard because she has her walls up for sure. But once you get past that part, she’s sweet and doting and honestly a bit bashful. She doesn’t really know how to ask for affection so probably just walks around in fancy outfits like a weird bird. She likes people who can sufficiently fluster her. She also will cook for and make clothes for her lover and generally enjoys gift giving. Vulnerability and hard conversations won’t be easy, but someone who is patient will be helpful.

Generally submissive in the bedroom and prefers her partner to take the lead. Not into anything too intense, but also open to trying some things especially if she is with a more experienced lover. Obedient and eager to please. Prefers praise and being spoiled as well.

Kiyoung

As a Friend: Surprisingly talkative and bubbly and takes great interest in their friends’ activities and interests. Inquisitive and curious during conversations, especially if speaking to a friend with a different background. Supportive and also there to provide a good laugh from time to time. Definitely needs friends that can push them out of their comfort zone but also can make them feel comfortable due to their anxiety. Goes really well with people who also like quiet activities and tend to be more introverted.

As a Lover: Classic water sign placement behavior. In the honeymoon stage they are quite clingy - very physically affectionate. He loves hooking arms together in public and walking around and shopping. He’s just really easily excitable and silly in a relationship - starts forgetting to tie his shoes or locking doors … down bad. Very complimentary towards lovers as well. Likes people who have a calm or mysterious demeanor. Their ideal partner is probably a fictional vampire who dresses crazy and wants to drink their blood…but that’s neither here nor there! But definitely attracted to musical types or people who are unique/quirky.

Sexually likes to take things slow. Pretty much submissive all the way around and down to try a lot. Is fine with a more or less experienced partner and is perfectly happy with either someone who’s more vanilla and with someone who is Very Kinky. Please order them around. Also like people who have really sexy voices as a bonus.

Danielle

As A Friend: A good person to have on your side. She’s funny, charming, and ridiculous. She could use people in her life who are good influences and not likely to take advantage of her or make her feel small. She loves giving gifts (which can vary from expensive and rare to “do you want this eggshell???”) and gossip. She tends to ramble, and also would be over the moon if you would just let her talk for 3…or 35 minutes about her magical theories???? You might have to remind her of basic etiquette from time to time, but otherwise she truly means well and cares deeply for her friends. And if someone wrongs you, she is willing to do something VERY illegal to that person.

As A Lover: I’m gonna be so honest she is not for everyone. As a self proclaimed “love witch” and someone who studies sex magic and sells dildos for a living she feels like she intimidates everyone and these days worries about making a move. She fears being vulnerable and experiencing romantic love, but it is something that she wants. I think there will be some communication snags if you pursue her like not as a joke and express that you actually want her. Once there, she’s loyal, doting, and enjoys having someone to share company with even if it’s just doing domestic things.

I guess prepare to be topped? She prefers to be in control unless she knows a lover for a very long time and trusts them deeply. Technically a switch in that sense but leans more towards being dominant and even if submissive a HUGE brat. Very creative and of course keeps things fun and fresh due to her profession, but if you’d rather just screw without all the fancy stuff, she liked that too! It could also help her to have a long term romantic partner/fwb so she can make real connections and frankly….have better sex.

Tilly

As A Friend: Tilly gets really excited when she makes friends and almost overdoes it at beginning stages (extravagant gifts, wearing crazy outfits to outings, etc) but once she truly feels comfortable, she’s a cool person to have around. She likes non-judgemental people who will accompany her while she Does Her Thing (wandering, foraging, reading) and not be a jerk or ask a million questions. She also likes to chill in silence while both people do different things. Though she’s not well versed in comforting or emotional support, she’s more than happy to talk things through and help you find a solution to whatever you’re struggling with.

As a Lover: Clingy, wants to be around the person all the time. Likes to just. Stare. Not much of a compliment giver but you may end up with a small pile of weird gifts by being with her. She wants to do her lover’s hair too and put beads and shells and stuff in it. Honestly not too much different from a friendship level, just an elevated and more intimate experience. While she’s someone who enjoys solitude, just being in the same room and occasionally holding hands or touching the other person is a huge point of comfort for her.

Sexually, she experiences sensory issues and overload pretty easily, so she likes to talk things out beforehand and doesn’t tend to be spontaneous. Once some boundaries are established, she feels more comfortable physically on top, but is fine taking either a dominant or submissive role. Because she’s quite tall, she’d also like a taller partner so she can climb them like a tree.

#my text #danielle #tilly #ki #isabella #SORRY JIA….I can make a jia one if anyone really gives a shit but this is all i got rn

[feelgoodbridgerton]

Chapter 2: A Dance with Destiny

Ingrid felt a surge of adrenaline as she and Clara walked onto the dance floor. She could feel the eyes of the ton upon them, watching their every move, whispering behind their fans and gloves. She knew that they were all curious and surprised to see them here, after the scandal that had rocked their family. She knew that they were all wondering what they were doing, what they were thinking, what they were feeling.

She ignored them all and focused on the music, on the rhythm, on the movement. She let herself be carried away by the melody, by the harmony, by the emotion. She felt free and alive, as if she had escaped from a prison and entered a paradise.

She looked at Clara, who was smiling and laughing, enjoying herself. She felt a wave of affection and gratitude for her sister, who had always been her best friend and confidante. She knew that Clara was here to support her, to stand by her, to protect her.

She looked around the room, looking for familiar faces, for friends or foes. She saw a few people she knew, but most of them looked away or pretended not to see her.

She felt a pang of hurt and anger, but quickly pushed it aside. She was not here to seek approval or validation from these people. She was here to show them that she was not defeated, that she was not broken. She was here to reclaim her place in society, to prove that she was still worthy of respect and admiration.

She saw a group of young men standing near the refreshment table, laughing and joking with each other. She recognized a few of them from her previous seasons in London. She wondered if any of them would approach her, if any of them would ask her to dance.

She saw Lord Ashford, who was handsome, charming, and wealthy. He had been paying her much attention at the recent balls. He was impressed by her intelligence, wit, and independence, and saw her as a potential partner. He admired her courage and dignity, and tried to court her and win her over. He sent her flowers, letters, and gifts, and asked her to dance, walk, and talk with him. He was respectful, attentive, and affectionate towards her.

She saw Mr. Sinclair, who was mysterious, brooding, and handsome. He had recently arrived in town from Scotland. He had a dark past and a secret identity, and saw her as a source of intrigue. He was curious about her story, and tried to get closer to her and learn more about her. He followed her, watched her, and approached her. He was mysterious, challenging, and flirtatious towards her.

She saw Mr. Jones, who was friendly, cheerful, and humorous. He was a friend of her father. He had a bright future and a good reputation, and saw her as a friend. He was fond of her personality, and tried to cheer her up and make her laugh. He joked with her, teased her, and complimented her. He was friendly, funny, and kind towards her.

She wondered what they thought of her now, after what had happened. Did they still like her? Did they still want her? Did they still respect her?

She felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension, as she waited for their reactions.

She didn’t have to wait long.

As soon as she reached the center of the dance floor, she saw Lord Ashford make his way towards her. He smiled warmly and greeted her politely, complimenting her on her appearance and courage. He offered her a glass of champagne and asked her to dance with him, hoping to spend some time with her and show her his interest. He was respectful, attentive, and affectionate towards her.

Ingrid felt a flutter in her stomach, as she looked into his blue eyes. He was handsome, charming, and wealthy. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, everything she had ever wanted. He was the perfect match for her, the perfect husband for her.

But he was not the one who had broken her heart, the one who had left her at the altar, the one who had made her feel love and pain.

Ingrid hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. She liked Lord Ashford, she really did. But she didn’t love him, she didn’t know if she could ever love him. She didn’t know if she could ever love anyone again.

She looked at Clara, who nodded encouragingly at her. She knew that Clara wanted her to be happy, to move on, to forget. She knew that Clara thought that Lord Ashford was a good man, a good choice, a good opportunity.

She knew that Clara was right.

She took a deep breath and accepted Lord Ashford’s offer. She took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. She smiled at him and thanked him for his kindness. She let him lead her in a waltz, let him hold her in his arms, let him whisper in her ear.

She tried to enjoy the moment, tried to forget the past, tried to hope for the future.

But she couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt and regret, as she danced with Lord Ashford.

Ingrid felt a gentle pressure on her waist, as Lord Ashford pulled her closer to him. He looked into her eyes and smiled softly, his blue eyes sparkling with admiration and affection.

“You look lovely tonight, Miss Whittington,” he said, his voice low and warm. “I’m so glad you decided to come to this ball. I’ve missed you terribly.”

Ingrid felt a flutter in her stomach, as she heard his words. He was handsome, charming, and wealthy. He was everything she had ever dreamed of, everything she had ever wanted. He was the perfect match for her, the perfect husband for her.

Ingrid forced a smile and thanked him for his compliment. She tried to sound sincere and grateful, but she knew she was lying. She didn’t miss him, she didn’t want him, she didn’t love him.

She didn’t know if she could ever love anyone again.

She looked away from his gaze and scanned the room, looking for an excuse to end this dance. She saw a group of people standing near the fireplace, talking and laughing with each other. She recognized them as the Bridgertons, one of the most prominent and influential families in the ton.

She saw Daphne, the Duchess of Hastings, who was beautiful, graceful, and charming. She saw Eloise, the fifth Bridgerton sibling, who was intelligent, witty, and independent. She saw Colin, the third Bridgerton sibling, who was handsome, charming, and adventurous. She saw Anthony, the Viscount Bridgerton, who was responsible for what happened to her.

She felt a mix of emotions as she looked at them. She felt admiration and envy for Daphne. She felt friendship and respect for Eloise.She felt anger and resentment for Anthony.

She felt a sudden urge to talk to them, to confront them, to learn from them.

She felt a sudden urge to escape from Lord Ashford.

She turned back to him and smiled apologetically. “Lord Ashford,” she said, “I’m sorry to interrupt our dance, but I see some old acquaintances over there that I need to speak with. Would you mind if I excused myself for a moment?” Lord Ashford looked surprised and disappointed. He frowned slightly and tightened his grip on her hand. “Of course not,” he said reluctantly. “But please don’t be long. I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

Ingrid nodded and thanked him for his understanding. She gently pulled away from him and walked towards the fireplace. She hoped he wouldn’t follow her or question her motives.

She hoped he wouldn’t notice the tears in her eyes or the pain in her heart.

She hoped he wouldn’t realize that she was lying to him again.

Ingrid reached the fireplace and greeted the Bridgertons with a smile. She saw Daphne, Eloise, Colin, and Anthony standing there, along with Penelope Featherington, Eloise’s best friend and Colin’s girlfriend. She was glad to see Penelope, who had always been kind and supportive to her.

“Hello, everyone,” Ingrid said. “I hope you’re having a good evening.”

The Bridgertons and Penelope smiled back at her and welcomed her warmly. They exchanged some pleasantries and compliments, asking her how she was doing and telling her how lovely she looked.

Ingrid felt a surge of relief and gratitude, as she talked to them. She felt like she was among friends, among people who cared about her and understood her. She felt like she belonged here, like she was part of their family.

She looked at Daphne, who was beautiful, graceful, and charming. She felt a surge of admiration and envy for her. She admired Daphne for her beauty, grace, and charm, and for marrying the most eligible bachelor in the ton, Simon Basset. She envied Daphne for her happiness, love, and status, and for having a devoted husband who would never leave her. She wondered what it would be like to be in Daphne’s shoes, to have everything she ever wanted.

She looked at Colin, who was handsome, charming, and adventurous. She was curious about Colin’s travels around the world, his stories and experiences, his dreams and passions.

But she didn’t have a crush on him.

She knew that he was loyal to Penelope, and that he loved her very much. She knew that he was happy with Penelope, and that he would never betray her.

She respected them, and their feelings. She didn’t want to interfere, or cause trouble. She didn’t want to be a homewrecker, or a heartbreaker. She just wanted to be their friend.

She looked at Anthony, who was responsible for what happened to her. She felt a jolt of anger and resentment for him. She blamed Anthony for being partly responsible for what happened to her, for being Lord Stirling’s best friend and confidant. She resented Anthony for being able to move on with his life, for finding love with Kate Sharma, for having a happy marriage.

She wanted to avoid Anthony, and confront him about his role in her betrayal.

She knew that he was the Viscount Bridgerton, and that he had power and influence. She knew that he was the head of the Bridgerton family, and that he had respect and reputation. She knew that he was the elder brother of Daphne, Eloise, Colin, and Penelope, and that he had their love and loyalty.

She feared his wrath, and his judgment. She feared his words, and his actions. She feared his rejection, and his condemnation.

She just wanted to be polite.

“Miss Whittington,” Anthony said, his voice cold and stern. “I must speak with you.”

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[hamsterclaw]

Rota Issues (Part 2)

You are bossing it after becoming a single parent to your nephew. Yoongi isn't convinced. Featuring Taehyung.

Pairing: Yoongi x F!reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, angst

Word count: 14k total

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language

Part 1

Part 2

You kick at your tyres in frustration. Somehow you have managed to get a flat whilst your car was parked in the car park. It must have happened on your way in, and stupid you didn’t notice.

You quickly arrange for your neighbour to pick up Jungmin from school, then set about changing it. Another expense you would rather not have, but you have made a lot in tips this month, so you will be able to cover a new tyre. You are just pulling your tools out of the boot when you hear a car pull into a space across from you.

‘Hey, need a hand?’ you hear someone ask.

You look up to see Taehyung walking towards you.

‘Just changing a flat,’ you explain, waving your hand at the offending tyre.

Taehyung looks at you thoughtfully. ‘I don’t know how to do it, but if you do you can talk me through it and I can do the physical labour,’ he offers.

‘Oh, don’t worry, it’s not too difficult,’ you say.

He squats down in front of it. ‘Let me,’ he says, holding out his hand.

Together you change it in record time.

‘Thanks,’ you say, slightly breathless.

Taehyung shrugs. ‘Thank you. It’s a useful skill to have.’

‘Hey,’ he says, as you replace your tools. ‘Do you want to grab some food?’

‘Oh, I can’t,’ you say. ‘My neighbour is picking up my nephew from school and I should get back.’

‘Oh, is your nephew visiting?’ Taehyung asks.

‘Uh, my nephew lives with me. I look after him. His mum is away,’ you explain quickly. He doesn’t need your life story.

‘Well what does your nephew like to eat? We can go out to dinner together,’ Taehyung says. He looks at you, and he looks so genuinely curious you can’t help but smile.

‘Ok,’ you say. ‘Why don’t you follow me to mine and we can pick up Jungmin and go.’

You park on the street outside your apartment building and wait for Taehyung to get out of his car. You never quite realised how shabby your building looks from the outside. You can’t imagine what Taehyung is thinking. He is always impeccably dressed.

By the time you get up to your tiny apartment you turn to give him an out. ‘You know, it’s kind of early for dinner,’ you say.

Taehyung just smiles. ‘I can eat anytime.’

You thank your neighbour for watching Jungmin whilst Taehyung introduces himself.

‘Do you want to go out for dinner?’ you ask Jungmin.

Jungmin beams at you. ‘Can we go to McDonalds?’

You smile back, charmed. ‘Sure.’

You turn back to Taehyung again. ‘Final chance to get out of this,’ you say.

Taehyung is already heading for the door. ‘I love McDonald’s,’ he cheers, and he sounds so genuinely pleased you giggle as you and Jungmin follow behind him.

Taehyung demolishes a burger whilst Jungmin watches, impressed. ‘You eat fast,’ he says admiringly.

Taehyung grins at him. It’s funny, you have never been attracted to him, but watching him mess around with Jungmin you notice how the rest of his face is as gorgeous as his intense eyes.

Taehyung helps Jungmin construct the Pokemon toy that came with his meal. You watch, transfixed by Taehyung’s large hands and beautiful skin. Fuck. Are you really going to go there? It’s been too long since you last slept with someone. Single parenting your nephew isn’t really conducive to romance.

Taehyung clears his throat and you realise he is looking at you. The smirk he gives you makes your cheeks flush. It’s as though he knows exactly what you were thinking.

You concentrate on your fries until you feel a little less flustered. ‘Want my milkshake?’ you offer Jungmin.

Jungmin shakes his head. ‘Can I have your fries?’

You push them towards him and smile affectionately. In the interim you hear loud slurping and realise Taehyung has stolen your milkshake. You can’t help but chuckle.

Taehyung drives you back to your apartment after dinner. ‘I’ve had a nice time,’ he tells you, once Jungmin is off to the bathroom to get ready for his bedtime.

‘Yeah, me too,’ you say, and you really mean it.

‘Maybe for our second date we can go somewhere fancier than McDonalds,’ he says smoothly.

You just laugh. ‘I don’t know if you’ll get a second date. There are loads of people lining up to date me you know. A single parent with a 7-year-old. I’m a real catch.’

Taehyung just smiles at you. ‘Well, if you decide to give me a chance, I’d love to take you out.’

You smile back, a little flustered. ‘Sure, I’ll let you know if a slot becomes available.’

Taehyung’s lips quirk in a half smile, and he nods. ‘You do that.’

***

You are swamped. Dr Kim is organising a course on bronchoscopies and you have been tasked with helping. What this actually translates to is you taking Dr Kim’s stream of consciousness and making his vague concepts a reality. This is on top of your usual workload and also having to cover a colleague from a different department who has gone off sick.

You have taken to skipping lunch and subsisting on coffee and water. This new diet is doing wonders for your waist but is making you decidedly grumpy. You are NOT in the mood for Min Yoongi when he drops by your office.

You haven’t seen him since his date when he turned up looking like a stunning avenging angel.

Yoongi starts the conversation with one of his usual blunt observations. ‘You look like hell.’

‘Oh thanks,’ you reply. ‘I was just thinking to myself I wonder what Yoongi is thinking right now.’

Yoongi frowns at you. ‘Are you eating?’

‘Did you come here for me to help you with anything?’ you counter.

‘Yeah. I need some annual leave sorting for August.’

‘Sure. You can email me if it’s easier. You don’t have to physically come and find me every time. But since you are here, you can just tell me and I’ll put it in the rota.’

You quickly close up the email you are writing and pull up the master rota, making the changes Yoongi is requesting.

When you are done you look at him expectantly. ‘Anything else I can help you with?’

Yoongi looks like he isn’t going to move anytime soon. ‘How’ve you been?’

‘I’m ok. Just a little busy with this new course I need to organise. And you?’

‘Yeah good,’ Yoongi replies.

‘How’d your hot date go?’ you ask, when he still doesn’t move.

‘It was good. I don’t know if we’ll go out again.’

‘She’s pretty hot. Almost as hot as you,’ you say, biting your lip as you pull up another email. Shit. How many times can someone email about the same thing?

Yoongi laughs. ‘Can I invite myself over to dinner on Monday?’

You shake your head. ‘Sorry, Yoongi. I’ve got to work at the bar on Monday night.’

‘I thought you only worked at the bar at weekends?’ Yoongi says, and the frown is back between his eyebrows.

‘I’ve just got to do a few extra shifts this month, it’s a new school year soon so I need to buy a few extra things for Jungmin. Books, uniforms, stuff like that,’ you explain, quickly firing off another reply.

‘Hey I can lend you some money if you need it,’ Yoongi offers.

You stop what you’re doing and sigh. ‘We’re doing fine, Yoongi. I don’t need your money.’

Yoongi’s gaze is steady on yours. ‘Look, I see you working all the time. You look like you’ve lost weight. You don’t even sleep on a bed. You’re my friend. I want to help you and Jungmin if I can.’

For a moment you just stare at him, caught between humiliation and anger.

‘Firstly, my sofa bed is the best,’ you say glaring at him. ‘Don’t even act like you didn’t love it. Secondly, Jungmin is doing fine. I’m providing for him. There isn’t anything he needs that I don’t get him. Thirdly, we’re friends but I’m not a fucking charity case you need to donate to so you can feel like you’ve done your good deed for the day. Spend your money on your hot girlfriend, Yoongi.’

Yoongi looks like he is about to argue, and you need to get him out of your office before you burst into tears.

‘Get the fuck out of my office, Yoongi. I can’t even talk to you right now. I don’t need you to feel sorry for me.’ You voice is firm.

You turn away from him to look at your screen, and you manage to hold back the hot tears filling your eyes until the door closes behind him.

***

You sniffle and rub at your eyes tiredly. You had allowed yourself 10 minutes of crying over Yoongi’s embarrassing offer, and a further 10 minutes of mindless social media scrolling, and now you were back to organising Dr Kim’s course.

There is a knock on the door, and for a second you contemplate pretending to not be in.

Taehyung pokes his head around.

‘Yes?’ you ask, hoping your voice only sounds trembly in your head.

Taehyung studies your face. ‘What’s wrong? Can I help?’

‘That’s my line,’ you reply, pulling your lips into a smile that you think probably looks more like a grimace.

‘What happened?’ he asks.

You sigh. Does no one feel like not getting up in your business today?

‘A friend offered to lend me money. They feel sorry for me because they think I don’t have enough money.’

Taehyung lets out an empathetic sound. ‘You’re upset because they feel sorry for you,’ he says.

‘They’re my friend. I don’t need their pity.’ Despite yourself you can feel your lower lip wobble.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Taehyung is coming over to you and engulfing you in his arms. He smells so good you let yourself cry on his shoulder for a bit.

‘Thanks,’ you mutter, pulling away. You know you probably look a mess. What a fucking day this is turning out to be.

He squeezes your hand, and there is kindness in his eyes. ‘It’s ok. I always thought flowers were an inadequate way to thank you for how you looked after me when my grandmother was taken ill.’

‘I only did what any decent human would have done,’ you say.

Taehyung looks serious. ‘You did more than that,’ he replies.

‘Oh well,’ you say uncomfortably. ‘Did you come for some help?’

‘No, I just came to say hello.’

‘Well, thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder,’ you say, forcing a watery smile. ‘I’ve got to sort this course for Dr Kim.’

Taehyung nods. ‘No worries. You know you can text me anytime if you need anything.’

You are sure at this point your smile looks more like a grimace. ‘Thank you,’ you say, looking down.

Thankfully he gets the hint.

***

On Monday night you have gone out back to load some glasses in the dishwasher when you hear someone entering the bar. You pop out to see. You are the only person serving, Jin is in the back room doing paperwork.

You keep your expression as neutral as possible when you see Yoongi.

‘Hi,’ you say. ‘What can I get you?’

Yoongi takes a seat at the bar and orders a whiskey, which you pour out as quickly as you can.

‘Hey,’ he says. ‘Can we talk?’

You don’t really have any excuse not to. The bar isn’t busy – the only two other customers are playing pool and you have just served them drinks.

‘Sure,’ you say, guardedly.

‘I’m sorry I made you feel like I see you as a charity case,’ Yoongi says, blunt as ever.

The bluntness of his words makes you flush. ‘I work hard, Yoongi. Loads of people do. There’s nothing wrong with that.’

Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, sighing. ‘I just hate seeing you working so hard. I feel guilty for not helping you. We’re friends. I haven’t seen much of you since you left medical school, and I never realised what a tough time you’ve been having.’

‘It has been tough, but I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me,’ you say pointedly. ‘We’re friends, you’re not here to give me money. I liked spending time with you.’

‘Can I take you out sometime? Like for dinner, or a coffee? Outside of work?’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘I don’t need a handout just because things are tight right now.’

‘You stayed up with me all night when I was studying for my special study module. You went through anatomy with me until we both memorised every single muscle in the forearm. You went halfway across town to get me the soup I wanted when I was unwell,’ Yoongi blurts out, and he is talking so fast it takes you a while to process it.

‘You did so much for me when we were together at uni. And when you left, I didn’t really make the effort to be there for you. It’s been years and I’ve only just now realised what it’s been like, for you.’

You sigh. ‘Yoongi. There is nothing to atone for, nothing you need to make up to me. You don’t owe me anything. I just want your friendship. I don’t want to feel like anyone’s personal charity case.’

Yoongi is quiet a moment. ‘I don’t pity you. I just have the capacity to help you and I want to because you’re my friend.’

‘Then be my friend,’ you tell him. ‘Be there for me instead of just trying to throw money at me.’

‘Not even a tip?’ he asks, and he gives you a half-smile.

‘Yeah tip me obviously. I make minimum wage,’ you joke.

Jin comes out of the back room, then. ‘Minimum wage?’ he asks, indignantly.

‘I am paid well,’ you say hastily, giving Jin a comforting pat on the shoulder.

Jin cocks an eyebrow at you. ‘I’m reconsidering your Christmas bonus right now.’

You snort. ‘Please I’m the best worker you have. Jungkook’s only here as eye candy.’

Jin leans over you. ‘You’re both useless eye candy. But you’re better at loading the dishwasher than Jungkookie.’

Yoongi gazes at both of you. ‘Is Jungkook the tattooed guy?’

You nod. ‘Incredibly good looking? Muscles like a Greek god?’

You see Jin eyeing you and quickly say, ‘Jungkook finds it tough being the second most good looking one here. After Jin.’

Jin beams at you. ‘I am unbelievably handsome,’ he agrees. He refills Yoongi’s whiskey and then pours out some for himself and you. ‘Cheers to that.’

You catch Yoongi’s eye as you toss back your drink.

By the time it is time to close up, you are more than a little tipsy. Jin has decided that he and Yoongi are firm friends and kept pouring drinks for all three of you.

You bid Jin a good night and walk out with Yoongi. Yoongi walks with you to your apartment. He pauses at your door, then looks down at you, eyes bright, cheeks warm. You gaze up at him, and you are already halfway to forgiving him before he leans down to give you a kiss.

As soon as his soft lips meet yours, you are lost. Yoongi is a good kisser. His lips are warm, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips until you part them and he slips in, licking inside your mouth. You moan. It has been so long since you have last been kissed.

As soon as he hears you, Yoongi’s hands press against the small of your back, and you realise his arms have somehow found their way around you. You pull back slightly. ‘Yoongi,’ you say, and somehow your voice already sounds breathless, needy. He looks at you, and you realise he is breathing a little heavily too.

‘You’re beautiful,’ he says.

‘I thought I looked like hell?’ you tease.

‘You look like you belong in my bed, under me,’ Yoongi says, his eyes dark.

At that, you kiss him again, your kisses deepening and getting more urgent until he pushes you against the door of your apartment, pressing his hips to yours.

You could almost cry at the feel of his erection against your stomach. You stroke a hand over his groin, just wanting a feel, and he almost growls as he bucks against your hand.

‘Yoongi,’ you breathe, overwhelmed by his proximity, his head, the sounds he is making.

He swears under his breath as he kisses you again. ‘Can I?’ he asks.

You aren’t going to tell him no. ‘My mum is sleeping in Jungmin’s room,’ you tell him. ‘We’ll have to be quiet.’

Yoongi lets out a half-laugh, half-groan. ‘God, I feel like a teenager.’

You press a finger to your lips as you unlock the door to your apartment. As soon as the door closes behind you, Yoongi is on you, lips seeking yours, arms reaching around to cup your ass. You take a few steps back and then you are both on your sofa bed, and you whimper at the slow, purposeful roll of his hips against yours.

Yoongi rests his forehead against yours. ‘I’m so fucking hard right now,’ he mutters.

You are already unbuttoning your jeans, slipping them down over your hips, reaching out to unbutton his. He hisses as your hand brushes against his hard length. Encouraged, you reach into his black briefs, and the feel of his cock in your hand makes your mouth water.

‘Yoongi,’ you moan, and his dick twitches.

‘Fuck, stop saying my name,’ he breathes. He slots himself between your legs, and in a smooth thrust he is inside you.

The feel of him in your makes your eyes roll back in your head. He presses close, mouth against your ear. ‘You’re so fucking wet,’ he tells you. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ It has been so long since you last had sex, and the stretch of his cock in you feels so fucking delicious, you can feel yourself clenching around him.

Yoongi starts to thrust, and it isn’t long before you are close to the edge. ‘Yoongi,’ is all you can say, and somehow he knows, thumb slipping down to press firmly on your clit as he rocks into you.

‘Cum for me,’ he tells you, his voice so deep now you are lost, cumming around his cock, hand pressed to your mouth to silence yourself. His eyes meet yours and then he is cumming too, thrusts getting slower, sloppier until he stills, coming to lie by your side.

You press a breathless kiss to the hollow of his neck. ‘Admit it,’ you say. ‘You love my sofa bed.’

Yoongi gives you one of his rare smiles then, all gums and perfect teeth. ‘Yeah I fucking do.’

***

You admire the programme for Dr Kim’s course that you have just typed out. It looks like an excellent course, with well-respected speakers and even one world expert who is tuning in from halfway across the world. You compose an email to the course delegates (it is sold out), including the programme, and have just clicked send when there is a knock on your door.

Before you can even respond Kim Taehyung's head appears, followed by the rest of him. He is carrying a cardboard tray with two coffees.

You smile at him. ‘Is this bribery, Taehyung?’

He grins back at you. ‘ Yes.’ He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a packet of biscuits. ‘I’ve just been on a study day, and I snagged us some fancy biscuits,’ he tells you.

Charmed, you take a coffee and one of his biscuits. ‘Custard creams,’ you say, delighted. ‘The best.’

Taehyung smiles at your enthusiasm. ‘Did I do well?’

‘Sooo well,’ you praise him. ‘Aren’t you a good boy?’

Taehyung laughs. ‘I’m on another study day tomorrow. I’ll get us more biscuits then.’

For a moment you both drink your coffee in silence. ‘How’s Jungmin?’ asks Taehyung. ‘I found this new pizza place on my road, he loves pizza doesn’t he? Maybe I can take you both to it next week?’

‘Sure, he likes your company,’ you say easily. You are just deciding on a date when Yoongi walks into your office.

He nods to Taehyung, who nods back. There is a bit of an awkward pause before you and Taehyung agree on Tuesday and he leaves your office.

You look up at Yoongi. ‘Hey,’ you say. It’s been a few days since your tryst on the sofa, and you haven’t heard from him since he snuck out of your apartment the following morning before Jungmin woke up.

‘Hey,’ he replies. ‘What are you doing on your birthday?’

You raise an eyebrow, surprised. ‘Where is the real Min Yoongi? You never remember my birthday.’

He rubs the back of his neck. ‘I always remember. I don’t always remember to greet you, though.’

You roll your eyes as his non-response. ‘It’s on Friday. I’m doing dinner with Jungmin and my parents, and we’re getting a cake. Jungmin’s got an overnight school trip that weekend, so I’m dropping him off on Saturday morning and picking him up on Sunday evening. I’m working Saturday and Sunday night.’

He looks at you thoughtfully. ‘You have Saturday day free?’

You nod. You love Jungmin, but you have been looking forward to spending all of Saturday in bed after you drop him off. ‘I’m spending Saturday in bed. I can’t wait,’ you tell Yoongi.

Yoongi gives you an interested look. ‘Want company?’

You can’t help but laugh. ‘In bed?’

Yoongi just looks at you, and you flush as his meaning finally becomes clear to you.

‘Oh,’ you say, and you try unsuccessfully to stop the smile spreading across your face. Yoongi’s lips quirk in a half grin.

‘I can come with you to drop Jungmin off, and we can take it from there,’ he suggests.

‘A daytime booty call, huh,’ you say, considering.

‘Well I’d like to take you out too but you don’t seem to want me to,’ Yoongi says.

‘Maybe I can spend Saturday with you. I have to leave for work around 6 though,’ you tell him.

Yoongi nods at you. ‘It’s a date.’

***

Jungmin looks at you worriedly. ‘Did we pack everything?’

‘Yes,’ you say. ‘I’ve checked the list your teacher sent. Do you need the bathroom before we go?’

Jungmin shakes his head.

‘Are you excited? Remember if you’re worried let your teacher know and she can call me, ok?’ you say, smoothing his hair fondly.

He looks up at you, a smile creasing his face. ‘Judah says he’s bringing a toy.’

‘Do you want to bring one too? Just one,’ you say.

Jungmin disappears into his room and returns with the Pokemon figurine he got from his trip to McDonald’s with Taehyung.

‘OK, pop it in here,’ you say, unzipping a pocket of his backpack.

There is a knock at the door. You go to let Yoongi in. He looks really good today, in a white t-shirt and jeans, his hair styled back over his forehead. ‘I didn’t realise we were dressing up for booty calls,’ you mutter to him, and he chuckles.

‘It’ll be off soon enough,’ he promises, and you roll your eyes.

Yoongi gives Jungmin a nod. ‘You ready?’

Jungmin nods excitedly.

You feel a pang of worry as you see Jungmin run off to join the rest of his friends.

‘He’ll be ok,’ Yoongi says, hand rubbing your back reassuringly. ‘Don’t you remember having fun on your school trips? He’ll be back tomorrow.’

You nod, giving Jungmin a wave. He waves and smiles, and you leave before you embarrass yourself.

Yoongi starts the engine. ‘Where would you like to go?’

Instead of replying, you lean across and pull his face to yours. You kiss him on the lips, slow and sweet.

When you pull away, Yoongi is staring at your lips. ‘I’m taking you to breakfast,’ he says.

You smile. ‘That’s not really a booty call thing to do.’

Yoongi gives you a side-eye as he pulls away from his parking space. ‘I’m going to feed you and then destroy you,’ he says darkly.

‘Looking forward to it,’ is all you say.

Yoongi is kissing down your neck, his breath warm, his lips soft. You run your hands over his shoulders, cradling his neck to you. His hands lift the hem of your t-shirt up over your head. He takes a minute to stare at your chest so openly you can feel your whole face getting warm.

‘I used to fantasize about these tits,’ he tells you.

You wave a hand. ‘No way.’

‘Yes way,’ he says, so emphatically you believe him. ‘Remember when you used to wear this silky blue top whenever we went out. Always gave me a raging boner.’

You laugh, but he tilts his head to kiss the tops of your breasts, and suddenly you aren’t laughing anymore. He slips the straps of your lacy bra off, one hand coming up to unhook it from behind so seamlessly you barely realise until he is placing your bra on the arm of the sofa. For all the care he is taking with your clothes, his eyes never leave you. You cross your arms across your chest self-consciously, and he just smirks at you.

When you feel his mouth on you, your arms fall away. He just laughs, placing warm open-mouthed kisses on your tits, tongue laving your nipples. His mouth centres over a nipple and you feel his warm breath as he sucks, hard. ‘Oh,’ you cry. Your hands come up to clench in his hair. ‘Yoongi.’

‘Mmm?’ hums Yoongi, switching to the other nipple. ‘Do you like this?’

You realise one of his hands has slid its way up your thigh, thumb brushing over your core. One finger slips under your panties, and he groans. ‘You’re so wet.’ His mouth leaves your breast, and then he is sliding down your body. He hooks his fingers over your panties, and you lift your hips to help him. He squeezes your ass with his big hands as he pulls them off.

Yoongi looks up at you, hair mussed, eyes dark, and his tongue comes out to lick at his bottom lip. ‘I wonder what you taste like?’ he muses, and, not waiting for an answer, he decides to find out himself.

Yoongi eats you out like he loves it, messily, sloppily, murmuring his appreciation. When you clench around his tongue you can feel his lips curve in a smirk. He pushes two fingers into you, starting a slow rhythm that has you clutching at the blanket under you.

‘Oh my god, Yoongi,’ you cry.

Yoongi’s voice is low, almost mocking as he says, ‘Yes, baby? Wanna cum on my face?’

‘Fuck yes,’ you cry out. His eyes flash up at you an instant before his lips close on your clit and he sucks. His fingers haven’t stopped moving, and they keep up their steady rhythm until you are cumming over his fingers and tongue.

‘You look so pretty when you cum, I can’t decide if I want to protect you or destroy you,’ Yoongi says, coming up to kiss you. You feel the length of his cock against your pelvis.

‘Destroy me,’ you reply. You slip down, encouraging him to turn over. You admire his gorgeous cock, your hand coming up to grasp him. There is pre-cum slipping over the head of his cock, and you lick a firm stripe up from the underside of his cock to lap it all up.

When you look up you see Yoongi’s throat working, his head thrown back. ‘Fuck that feels amazing,’ he tells you. You slide him into your mouth, trying to fit all of him in. His dick twitches in your mouth as his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow. You can feel his hand in your hair, pulling your head back. ‘Stop, I don’t want to cum until I get inside you,’ he tells you.

Yoongi lines himself up with your entrance, and just like the first time you had sex, slides inside you with a smooth thrust. You both moan when he is all the way in. He moans. ‘I want to be inside you forever,’ he says fervently, grinding his hips against yours. ‘You feel so fucking good.’

You wonder how he is still forming sentences when you can barely form words. His name slips from your lips in breathless pants as he slides in and out of you.

‘Wanna fucking destroy you,’ Yoongi pants, snapping his hips against your pelvis. You lift a leg up to his shoulder, and he pauses to kiss the muscle of your calf. He looks amazing, hair pushed back, face and torso sweaty, eyes dark as he pushes you both to the edge.

‘Yoongi, I’m gonna ..’ you cry out.

Yoongi looks down at you, your beautiful eyes, your swollen lips, your tits that he has fantasized about for years, and he says, ‘Go on, cum for me.’

You do, and it is not long before he is cumming too.

Yoongi buries his face between your tits. ‘Why did we wait so many years to do this?’ he asks.

‘Fuck knows,’ you reply. You turn over onto your front, and Yoongi sucks in a breath as the sight of the curve of your naked ass.

‘Can we do it again?’ he asks. All you can do is laugh.

***

You snooze for a bit, then realise that it is coming up to the time you need to get ready for work. You look over at Yoongi, wondering if he is awake. His eyes meet yours.

‘Hey,’ you say. ‘I need to go to work. I’ll be back around 1am. You can stay if you want, make yourself at home. There’s some food in the fridge.’

Yoongi props himself up on an arm. His hair is endearingly mussed, and he looks strangely young without his shirt on. ‘Can I ask you something?’ he asks.

‘Sure,’ you say, searching for your underwear. Yoongi runs a hand over his face.

‘Hypothetically,’ he says, ‘If Jin gave you the night off because I rang him last week to ask him to, would you go out to dinner with me?’

You look at him. ‘Is this hypothetical?’

‘I told him it was your birthday,’ Yoongi confesses. ‘I’d otherwise never go over your head like that. I won’t do it again. I just wanted to take you out for your birthday.’

He looks worried. ‘I have reservations at a little Italian place.’

You kneel in front of where he is lying on the sofa. ‘I’d love to go to dinner with you for my birthday. Please don’t ring Jin to reschedule my shifts again.’

‘I won’t,’ Yoongi promises. ‘But just so you know, he was happy to. He really likes you.’

‘Do I have to dress up?’ you ask.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘Don’t feel you have to cover up those magnificent tits on my behalf.’ He leans over to kiss each breast thoroughly, and it isn’t long before you are moaning under him.

‘Do we have time?’ you ask, when you feel his cock hardening again.

Yoongi just chuckles. ‘We can make time.’

***

You open the door and step into the living room.

Yoongi looks up from where he is scrolling his phone on the sofa, and he lets out a low whistle.

‘I chose this because of how you said it affects you,’ you say boldly, quirking a smile at him.

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. ‘You can come and feel for yourself.’

You are wearing the blue silky top Yoongi referenced earlier, and his eyes drop to your exposed collarbones as you step closer.

You brush your hand over his groin, eyes snapping up to meet his when you feel his hardness.

‘I wasn’t lying,’ he says, voice low, husky.

You just look at him, eyes wide, and he brushes a thumb over your lower lip. ‘Stop looking at me like that or we’ll miss our reservation,’ he warns.

It’s been ages since you’ve been to a nice restaurant, dining out reserved for special occasions like Jungmin’s birthday. You sigh with pleasure as you sit back in your seat, looking around at the warmly lit interiors, the wood panelling, the stone floors.

‘This is lovely, thanks for taking me here,’ you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at you, and there is affection in his eyes. ‘I thought of you the first time I came here,’ he tells you. ‘You always liked Italian food.’

You reach across the table to cover his hand with yours. ‘Thanks,’ you say, warmly.

Yoongi nods at someone over your shoulder and you realise that you have company. You turn to see Taehyung and Yuna.

‘Hey,’ Taehyung says, smiling at you. ‘Fancy seeing you here.’

‘Yeah, it’s my birthday so Yoongi took me out,’ you say. You nod to Yuna, who gives you an impersonal smile.

‘Oh happy birthday,’ Taehyung says. Unexpectedly, he leans in to give you a hug. ‘You look beautiful.’

You thank him and they move on.

Yoongi looks at you, amused. ‘He’s an interesting guy,’ he says. ‘I think we’d get on if he wasn’t so busy eye fucking you all the time.’

‘Please. He has no interest in me. I helped him when his grandmother was unwell and he’s just nice to me because of it,’ you say.

Yoongi lets out a bark of laughter. ‘He spent so much time ogling you I was worried that Yuna was going to punch him. And I’d be right behind her.’

You blush.

‘Not that I blame the man,’ Yoongi says, more gently. ‘You’re so pretty I can’t wait to get you back home.’

‘What would we do?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Stop it. I need dinner before we can go again.’

***

Your mother is helping you clear the table after dinner. Jungmin has wandered into the living room to play video games.

‘Soomi came to see us last week,’ she tells you.

‘Oh?’ you ask, starting to wash up.

‘She says she’s thinking about having Jungmin live with her again,’ your mother says.

She steps closer and you can feel her hand on your shoulder.

‘She hasn’t seen him for more than a quick visit in years,’ you say. ‘She’s a stranger to him.’

‘He’s her son. She has a new partner now, they’ve been going out for a couple years. She’s in a good job, they’ll let her go part-time to look after him. It would ease your burden.’

‘He’s not a burden, mum,’ you say. ‘I’ve had him since he was a baby. He’s part of my life.’

‘I asked him,’ your mother says, and for the first time since the conversation started, you look at her.

‘What did he say?’ you ask.

‘He says he will think about it. He’s always wanted a dad and a mum.’

You feel a wave of sadness. Jungmin has been a part of your life for so long it hurts to think he has been pining for his parents this whole time.

‘He doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you,’ your mother tells you gently. ‘He just wants to be like everyone else.’

That night as you’re tucking Jungmin into bed, you give him a goodnight kiss and settle in the comfy chair beside his bed.

‘Grandma says you might be able to live with your mum again, with a stepdad,’ you say.

Jungmin looks at the ceiling. ‘Yeah.’

‘Do you want to? I don’t mind if you do. But you can also stay here with me. It’s up to you.’

Jungmin looks at you. ‘I don’t want to hurt your feelings.’

You smile at him. ‘You won’t hurt my feelings, you know. Besides you can always visit me even if you stay with your mum. Or I can visit you. You’ll always have me.’

Jungmin looks at you searchingly, and you look back at him. Finally he turns over. ‘Can I visit anytime?’

‘Yeah,’ you say. You turn off his bedside lamp so he can’t see your tears. ‘Anytime you want.'

***

Yoongi walks into Y/N’s office but she isn’t at her desk. Instead Dr Kim is there, frowning over her computer.

‘I was looking for Y/N,’ he says, when Dr Kim looks at him curiously.

‘She’s taken two weeks off,’ Dr Kim says sadly. ‘I don’t know how I’m going to get by.’

Yoongi is perplexed, but has enough presence of mind to offer a commiserating nod.

You hadn’t mentioned taking time off during your weekend together.

He dials your number as he leaves your office. It goes straight to voicemail.

After work he drops by your apartment. Taehyung opens the door.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. ‘Is Y/N in?’

Taehyung steps out, closing the door behind him.

‘I’m glad you’re here. She’s pretty upset.’

‘Is she ok?’ Yoongi asks, concerned. ‘What happened?’

‘Jungmin’s moved to stay with his mum,’ Taehyung tells him. ‘Did she get in touch with you?’

‘No,’ says Yoongi shortly. But you had contacted Taehyung.

As if reading his mind, Taehyung says, ‘I dropped by to take her and Jungmin out for dinner. She’d forgotten to cancel our plans after Jungmin moved.’

The door opens, and the men turn slightly awkwardly.

You look from Yoongi to Taehyung. ‘Hey,’ you say. You are aware you must look a mess. You haven’t really slept or showered since Jungmin left over the weekend.

Yoongi steps towards you. ‘Hey, let me fix you some dinner,’ he says.

You shrug. ‘I’m not really hungry.’

Yoongi can’t bear to see your devastated face. ‘Please,’ he pleads.

You snort then. ‘You can’t cook, Yoongi,’ you say quietly.

‘I’ll get take out,’ suggests Taehyung.

‘I’m not very good company right now,’ you say flatly.

Taehyung looks at you, and his eyes are sad. ‘And that’s ok. You don’t have to entertain us. We just want to make sure you’re ok.’

You just look at him.

‘It’s what any decent human being would do,’ says Taehyung, and the memory of you saying those words to him makes your eyes fill with tears.

Yoongi reaches out for you and you step into his arms. Taehyung’s eyes meet Yoongi’s over your head and Taehyung steps back. ‘I’ll grab some food and be back in a bit,’ he says. He gives you a pat on the back before he leaves.

Yoongi’s arms are strong around you. ‘I smell.’ You say to him, suddenly self-conscious.

‘Only a little,’ Yoongi replies.

‘I’ll take a shower,’ you say, shuffling off to the bathroom.

By the time Taehyung gets back with food Yoongi has set the table, and you are just emerging from the shower.

You join them at the table, accepting the bowl Taehyung passes you with a smile of thanks.

Yoongi and Taehyung carry the conversation and you sit, content to continue eating.

‘Dr Kim looks a wreck,’ Yoongi tells you.

You almost smile. ‘I left him instructions for everything.’

‘Is that why he was trying to use your computer? He couldn’t crack your password,’ Yoongi says.

‘It’s stuck to the screen on a post-it,’ Taehyung and you say, at the same time.

You smile then. ‘How many times have you used my computer, Tae?’

Yoongi tries not to bristle at the nickname.

Taehyung laughs. ‘You have such a great desk setup,’ is all he’ll say.

After dinner, Yoongi puts on a film whilst you and Tae tidy up.

You sit on a corner of the sofa, belly full, warm in your baggy t-shirt, Yoongi’s thigh pressed into yours. You don’t know when you fall asleep.

***

It’s been two months since Jungmin moved out to live with your sister. You’ve seen him every weekend, and you love how happy he looks and how happy your sister looks. It seems to be working well, and the void in your chest is gradually becoming less cavernous. You are thinking about the future, and for the first time in a long time, you are making plans for yourself.

Dr Kim stops by your desk one morning. You run over today’s schedule with him. His bronchoscopy course was a great success, and you now have a framework of contacts for the next course in six months’ time.

Dr Kim pauses before he leaves. ‘I spoke to the Dean,’ he says to you.

‘Yes?’ you say, pulling up your email contacts.

‘He says you’d be a shoo-in for the next academic year if you decided to re-join medical school. You could join the graduate entry medicine course for a year to get back up to scratch, then return to fourth year.’

You suck in a breath, eyes widening as you take in what he has said.

‘It would give you another 9 months to save up for the fees,’ Dr Kim says. His eyes are so kind you could cry.

In an instant you are up and giving him a hug. ‘Thank you,’ you say.

Dr Kim pats your back awkwardly as you pull away. ‘I’m not sure how I’ll cope without you,’ he says regretfully. ‘You’ll have to train up a replacement.’

You smile. ‘You’ll barely even notice I’ve left.’

Dr Kim smiles. ‘And of course Mrs Kim and I will need to take you out to dinner before you leave.’

‘I’ll make a reservation,’ you say.

For a moment you smile at each other. You hope he can see how grateful you are, and you think he can. He has been a good mentor to you over the years. And now here he is, offering you something you had only just realised you wanted.

‘Well now,’ says Dr Kim, and he gives you another smile before he leaves.

***

You are behind the bar serving drinks. Yoongi, Taehyung and their cohort of doctors are moving on to new jobs, and they're throwing a leaving party.

You slide Taehyung’s drink across the bar to him and he beams at you. He is already halfway to completely wrecked, and to your surprise, Taehyung is a delightfully charming drunk.

‘You are too stunning to be behind the bar,’ he tells a bemused Jungkook.

You pat Jungkook’s hard shoulder. ‘Need me to tell him to leave?’ you ask.

Jungkook pouts at you. ‘I don’t know whether I feel violated or amused?’

‘Welcome to the duality of being a woman in front of an expert flirt like Taehyung,’ you say sagely.

Taehyung just smirks at you. ‘There’s enough of me to go round,’ he tells you both, and you and Jungkook exchange another look. Taehyung just laughs.

When Jungkook goes to take another order, Taehyung leans over. ‘Don’t let Yoongi monopolise your company,’ he tells you. ‘You’re too lovely for him to have all to himself.’

You roll your eyes, patting Taehyung’s arm. ‘You just want me around so I can sort your life problems out.’

Tae beams at you so charmingly you can’t help but smile back. ‘I meant what I said. I love sharing.’

His eyes gleam at you and suddenly you feel a rush of heat in your cheeks.

Yoongi’s arm claps over Tae’s shoulders. ‘I don’t like sharing,’ he says firmly.

Tae’s outrageous eyes don’t leave yours. ‘Try it, you might like it,’ is all he says, and then he ducks under Yoongi’s arm to rejoin the party.

Yoongi tilts his chin at you. ‘I seem to remember you said you like this look on me,’ he says to you.

It is your turn to smirk, taking in his styled hair, his silvery dangly earrings, his leather jacket, his exposed collarbones. ‘You look pretty damn good, Min Yoongi,’ you say to him approvingly.

Yoongi leans over the bar. ‘Can I come home with you later?’

‘Say you love my sofa bed,’ you purr.

Yoongi laughs. ‘I love fucking you on your sofa bed,’ he says, voice low. You bite your lip, and his smug laugh echoes in your ears.

You pull out your phone, and pull up the email detailing your acceptance to medical school from the fall. You pass it to Yoongi, who takes it with a quizzical look on his face.

His face is lit blue from the light of your phone, and you see the exact moment he realises what it is. He pushes himself up and over the bar in an uncharacteristic display of athleticism, landing in front of you.

‘Fuck,’ he says, pulling you into his arms. ‘We’re going to need to celebrate this.’

‘Yeah,’ you say. He looks at you for a second, eyes bright, arms strong around you.

‘Yeah,’ he agrees. He kisses you then, and you feel like you could kiss him forever.

©hamsterclaw 2021

#bts smut #bts suga smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader

[allyouneedisbuck]

golden (you’re so golden)

summary // bucky is in louisiana with sam when he meets you, one of sam’s close friends, and immediately gets along with you. (bucky x fem!reader)

words // 3.5k

warnings // it’s fluff! some tiny insecure bucky but that’s about it. sam calls reader bubbles a couple times. use of y/n.

notes // 💞

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Bucky enjoyed Louisiana.

He enjoys being with Sam and his family in Louisiana. It’s slow and relaxed and everybody in town is so charming that he finds himself settling in easily.

There’s a level of trust Sam shows Bucky allowing him to help with the family boat and while he hadn’t said it, he did appreciate Sam’s unending kindness.

Perhaps Bucky has found the beginnings of a new home in Sam Wilson. A friendship based on respect and love helped Bucky. He was slowly but surely rebuilding himself into a better man.

“Word on the street is Sam Wilson was back in town.” A voice calls out from above the two men. Bucky looks at Sam and finds him smiling and shaking his head. There’s footsteps and then you’re standing in the doorway with a smirk. “I just had to see for myself.”

Sam lets go of the wrench in his hand and moves to meet you at the top of the stairs. Bucky watches curiously as Sam hugs you tightly. He had never mentioned a girlfriend, although Bucky wasn't particularly forthcoming about his personal life either.

“Hey, Bubbles.” Bucky scrunches his nose at the nickname and you roll your eyes and shove Sam off of you.

He laughs heartily clutching his stomach. “The nickname wasn’t funny in the seventh grade and it’s not funny now.”

Sam presses a kiss to your head and Bucky clears his throat. He feels like he’s interrupting a personal moment, but your smile is turned on him and then Bucky freezes because that’s a beautiful smile.

“Who’s your friend?” You nudge Sam with your elbow but your stare doesn’t waver. Bucky smiles nervously before lifting his hand up in an awkward wave.

“Bucky.” He introduces. You nod slowly. “Barnes.” He adds on and you laugh at him making Bucky deflate a little.

“Y/N.” You respond easily. “And don’t call me Bubbles, I hate it.” Your glare and he nods. “I just came to see if the rumors were true.” You shift your focus back to Sam. “I just couldn’t believe Sam Wilson was here, working on the boat, without telling me.”

Sam scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Wasn’t sure how long I was gonna be here.”

You purse your lips and Bucky thinks that wasn’t the right thing to say. He’s so curious about what your relationship is because he can’t tell if it’s just friends or dating or maybe even exes. You’re affectionate and comfortable with one another, that much is obvious in the few seconds Bucky has been able to observe.

“Even if you were here for a day, I would like to see you.” You punch his shoulder. “But whatever, I’m not gonna hold a grudge.”

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you before you shrug. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you tonight, Sarah invited me for dinner.”

You give a quick hug to Sam before waving goodbye Bucky. He waves back with a smile and watches as you walk away.

He doesn’t even realize Sam’s staring at him until the man clears his throat. Bucky shuffles and adamantly ignores the fire he feels burning at his cheeks. “Who’s that?” He asks in a faux nonchalant tone.

Sam shakes his head and laughs. “We grew up together. Went to prom and all that.” Bucky nods and tries to think of how to ask his next question, but Sam beats him to it. “Not as my girlfriend or anything. She’s like a bonus sister.”

Bucky nods and looks back down at the pipe they had been working on. “Cool… We gonna finish this?”

Sam snorts, but Bucky can hear his footsteps come back down the stairs. “Let’s get it done. I just know Sarah’s gonna make something great for dinner if Y/N’s coming and I’m starving.”

Bucky nods, excited for some home cooked food. And maybe seeing more of your smile.

》

Bucky sits next to you at dinner. The kids across from the two of you with Sam and Sarah at the ends of the table.

He notices your eyes trail over the black and gold of his arm and tries to not to blush. “How’d this happen?” You nod to it after a moment of silence.

Bucky turns to you at the same moment Sam’s head shoots up to look at you. “Bubbles.” He hisses your nickname like you’re a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Sam.” You hiss back, eyes narrowed at the nickname. Bucky wonders if Sam would ever call you by your first name. “It’s okay.” He nods to Sam.

Bucky is sure that the kids sitting across from him had been wondering too, if Sam hadn’t already told them. He takes a sip of his beer before deciding on sharing a condensed version

“Lost it when I fell off a train in 1945.” He shrugs. You look him up and down. “Got this arm a few years ago.”

It’s silent as you process his words and your eyes move back to stare at the arm. His fingers twitch and your eyes snap to them.

“You don’t look like you fell off a train in 1945. You don’t even look forty.” You say skeptically. Sam runs a hand over his face while the kids laugh.

“Just eat.” Sam orders. “You don’t need to ask him all these questions. It’s rude.”

You turn to your food and roll your eyes at Sam. “I asked one question.” Then your eyes move to Bucky again and you smile apologetically. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable though. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “It’s cool. You can just google me for all the answers anyways. I’m pretty sure the Smithsonian has a webpage on me.”

You snort. “That’s a subtle brag.”

Bucky feels his cheeks flush and shakes his head. “No. I just meant… like, Howling Commandos and Steve-“

“She’s just messing with you, man.” Sam laughs as he reaches across the table for a biscuit. “She knows who you are.”

Bucky looks back at you and finds the teasing smile on your face. He flushes red and that only makes you laugh too. Bucky presses his lips together and nods slowly. “Nice.”

“Hey.” You nudge him with your elbow. “If it helps, I think you look pretty good for someone who fell off of a train, lost an arm, was brainwashed for decades and then fought an army of Titans.”

Sam’s shaking his head and Sarah is just staring at you with wide eyes, but Bucky’s lips quark up as he tries not to laugh. “Thanks.” His eyes move over you. “You look pretty good for someone who’s friends with Sam.”

“Hey!” Sam cuts in defensively. “You know, most people think I’m cool.” You and Bucky smirk at each other before both turning to Sam with open mouths, ready to tease him. “Nevermind.”

Bucky can’t help but watch as you throw your head back and let out one of the most beautiful laughs he’s ever heard.

》

“Boys!” You call from the dock with a bright smile. Bucky spins so fast he thinks he’s got whiplash until he sees your happy face. You’ve got your sunglasses hooked in the collar of your t-shirt and a tray of iced coffees in your hands. “I know I’m late, but I come with some refreshments.”

Sam scoffs from next to Bucky. “Coffee isn’t really all that good for rehydration.”

Your smile drops for a millisecond before you turn your attention to Bucky. He gestures awkwardly for a moment before his right hand lands on his hip and his left hand waves. “I like coffee.” He blurts.

You bite down a smile as Bucky ignores the blush he knows is on his cheeks. Maybe it’ll just pass off as a sunburn, or heat exhaustion.

“See, Sam.” You smile victoriously. “Bucky appreciates my gifts.”

Sam scoffs and Bucky just stares at you avoiding Sam’s glare. “He won’t when he tastes the sugar monstrosity you’ve probably brought him.”

You pout and step closer to the boat. You shakily try to step onto deck, but stumble at the last minute. Bucky’s hands shoot out to steady your waist and you look at him with a shy smile and grateful eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say softly as he helps you step onto the boat deck steadily. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you what I drink.”

You lift one of the iced drinks out of the carrier. Sam was right, it looks like a sugared disaster, more cream than coffee; Bucky has to force himself not to scrunch his nose up at the drink.

“Thank you.” Bucky takes the coffee from you and stares down at it. You hand one over to Sam and then finally pull your own out.

“If...If you don’t like it, don’t even worry.” You say as the three of you move back to the part of the deck the boys had been working on all morning.

Bucky takes a sip and well, it’s not awful. Nor is it even that bad. Definitely more sugar than he was used to, but he needed to get out of his comfort zone anyways.

“I like it.” He states. “I’d like anything you give me.” He smirks as you look down at your feet nervously. “You’ll have to tell me what you order so I know.”

Your smile brightens and you nod excitedly, pulling your phone out. “Give me your number, I’ll text it to you.”

“You can just write it down.” Sam says with a teasing smirk when Bucky looks up and glares over your shoulder. “I mean-“

“Ignore him.” You roll your eyes and hold the phone out, the contact page already cued up. As Bucky takes the phone and begins to type his number in, you spin around to face Sam. “I’m trying to make friends here, Wilson. Stop trying to discourage it because you’re afraid he and I could lead to world destruction together.”

Sam laughs loudly and Bucky hands the phone back to you. “I’m not worried about the world as much, I'm worried about me. I can already tell you two will be a pain in my ass together.”

You glance at Bucky and wink before slipping the phone back into your pocket. “Stop stalling Sam, we’ve got work to do.” You scoff as you begin to pull out tools.

Bucky looks at Sam with a smirk. “Yeah, Sam. We’re trying to get some work done while you’re just standing there.” Bucky sturdies the piece you had begun screwing in with his left hand.

Sam sighs and returns to his earlier position. “I’m so glad you two have met.” He mutters sarcastically.

》

The shield slips onto Bucky’s arm easily. “Looking good!” You wolf whistle as you make your way towards the boys in Sarah’s yard.

Sam rolls his eyes, but Bucky puffs his chest out a little and smiles. “Hey!” He says as you come to a stop in front of them.

Bucky’s eyes trail over your figure. “Hey. I heard you were leaving today.” Your attention is solely on Bucky as Sam stands beside him with a knowing smile.

He nods apologetically. “I’ve got some stuff to do back home in Brooklyn. I uh-“ He looks down at his boots. “You have my number. I would love to keep in touch.”

You bite down on your lip as you nod. “Of course! Anybody who can handle Sam is someone I want in my life.”

“Are you two just gonna make fun of me everytime you’re together? Because I’ll cut this off right now.” He says jokingly.

You rock back and forth on your feet nervously before finally talking. “I’ll let you two get back to it. I just wanted to say bye!” You pull Sam into a tight hug before turning to Bucky. “Um, I’ll see you later. I hope?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yeah, I mean. I hope so too.” He stands awkwardly in front of you, unsure of if he should hug you or just settle for a handshake.

Your hands land on his shoulders as you lift yourself onto your tippy toes and press a kiss to his cheek. His cheeks are burning red by the time you pull away and wonders if you’re as nervous as he is. “I’ll see you around, Bucky.” You say sweetly before spinning on your heel and walking off.

Bucky watches you go with soft eyes as Sam just stares at him incredulously.

》

Bucky doesn’t get to see much of you the next couple weeks, but he hears from you all the time. Text messages telling him to have a good day. Photos of animals you see around your hometown. Photos of you and your family or friends.

It always makes his day and you never seem to mind if it takes him a long time to reply.

“You gonna come down?” Sam asks as he and Bucky walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn. “Y/N has been asking about you. When you’ll be in Louisiana again.”

Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know. I... I might stay up here.” Bucky answers quietly. He wanted to see you. You had easily become one of his favorite people to talk to, even if you had barely seen each other in person.

Sam snorts. “Come on. The boys want to see you. Sarah. We all loved having you around.” He bumps his shoulder into Bucky’s.

“I won’t be intruding?” Bucky asks softly.

Sam shakes his head. “You know that you won’t, Bucky. I’m not gonna force your hand, but I know she would like to see you as much as you would her.”

“Really?” Bucky tries not to sound too excited by the idea of you asking Sam about Bucky and when he’d be back in Louisiana.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Yeah. She asks about you. Just… Come down for a few days?”

Bucky nods slowly. “Yeah… Okay. I will.”

》

The dock is packed with people. Bucky smiles at the laughter and cheerful screams of the people around him. Crowds weren’t normally his thing, but this town of people loved each other so much he couldn't help but relish in the warmth.

“Bucky! Bucky!” He slips his sunglasses off as Sam’s nephews come rushing towards him excitedly. They throw fake punches and kicks that Bucky dodges before they lead him to the food table.

He places his cake on the edge and stops to look around. He knows he’s searching for you, but he can at least try to be as nonchalant as possible about it.

“You went all out for your dish, huh?” Your voice makes him spin around. You’re behind him with crossed arms and an amused smile on your face. The sun is casting such a beautiful light over you that Bucky is speechless for a moment.

Bucky shrugs. “I didn’t… I’m not much of a chef and I didn’t want to come empty handed.” He explains sheepishly.

You shake your head before moving forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. Bucky immediately responds and wraps his arms around you tightly.

“I’m so happy you came down again.” You whisper to him and pull back to look at him. He smiles sweetly at you. “Me too. It’s nice to see you again.”

You pull completely away, but slide your arm through his and begin to walk with him. “Come meet everyone. I’ve been talking about you non-stop, everyone is so excited to meet you.”

You pull him around and introduce him to friends and family. Your arm never leaves his and that makes Bucky feel extremely warm on the inside. He’s positive he’s going to melt by the time you’re pulling him towards the food.

“Hey!” Sam is the last person you and Bucky find. He’s sitting with Sarah and his nephews as they all eat. “Sit! I’m sure you’re tired of introducing your boyfriend to everyone.”

You and Bucky look away from each other nervously as you take your seats. “Shut up, Sam.” You hiss as you take your seat next to him.

Sam rolls his eyes as he hands over food to you and Bucky. It’s not awkward, but everytime you and Bucky make eye contact he feels his cheeks get warm and you look away with a nervous smile.

“I should head out.” You finally say, picking up the plate in front of you to throw it away on your way out. “Thanks for all this, Sam. Sarah. It was so great to see everyone again.” They nod with bright smiles and your attention focuses on Bucky. “Will you be staying for a while?”

He shrugs, unsure of what to say. “I…I think so. Yeah.” You nod slowly and stand in front of him for a moment like you’re waiting for something before sighing. “Well, I’ll see you later.” You wave before turning and beginning to walk away.

Bucky watches you for a few seconds before turning back to look at the table. Everybody is staring at him with poorly concealed smirks.

“What?” He asks defensively. He takes a sip of his water and they continue to just stare. “Stop staring at me. It’s weird.”

“You better go after her!” Sam shoves his shoulder which makes Bucky choke a little on the water. “She just waited for you to walk her home!”

Bucky begins shaking his head vehemently. “No. No way! She was saying goodbye. To all of us.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Bucky!” Sarah chimes in. “She likes you! She literally introduced you to everyone she cares about today!” There’s a chorus of yeahs from Sam and the boys that has Bucky glaring playfully at them.

“Really? She wanted me to walk her home?” He asks Sam quietly. Sam scoffs. “Yeah, man. So you better start hustling to catch up with her!”

“Shit!” He pushes himself off of the bench. “Okay! I’ll see you guys later!” He calls out with a hasty wave before jogging away from the table.

You can’t have made it far, but if you’ve already left the dock entirely there’s no way he’ll find you. He had no clue where you live or even what direction he would have to go in to find you.

He stops at the entrance of the dock and looks around while huffing out breaths. His eyes catch on your sundress and he smiles. “Y/N!” He calls out, jogging to catch up with you.

“Hey! Wait up!” You pause and turn around to face him. Your eyes light up but you don’t say anything to him as he comes to a stop beside you. “Let me walk you home?” He asks nervously.

Surprise crosses your features before an excited smile takes place. “Okay.” You say softly. “I would love that.” You wrap your hand around his bicep and step closer as the two of you begin to walk.

Bucky appreciates that you seem to be comfortable with talking because the entire twenty minute walk passes quickly with your stories and jokes. By the time the two of you have reached your front door Bucky is trying to come up with a reason to go around the block one more time.

“Thank you for walking me home, Buck.” You say quietly. You cross your arms over your stomach and run one hand up and down the opposite arm. Bucky smiles at you as you speak. “I had a nice time talking to you.”

Bucky stuffs his hands into his pockets and nods. “Me too. I enjoy talking to you. You’re a breath of fresh air.” He admits. It was nice to talk to somebody who wasn’t a part of his old life, who was completely new and who only knew this him, not Bucky from the forties or the winter soldier. Maybe his therapist had been right about needing to talk to more people.

You bite your lip and look off to the side before your eyes find his again. “Thank you. You’re really sweet.”

“Well, I’ll let you go.” Bucky takes a step back from you and your house. The two of you watch one another and Bucky knows he should say something. Ask you on a date. Tell you you’re pretty. He just can’t get the words out.

“Oh, Bucky.” You sigh as your hand wraps around his wrist and pulls him back into you. His left hand immediately lands on your waist in order to steady himself. Before he can apologize or pull it away, you’re leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He doesn’t respond, unable to with how quickly you lean in and pull away, but you’re smiling sweetly at him. “Ask me out.” You demand softly.

Bucky chuckles. “Do you… Would you want to go on a date with me?” He asks, still a little nervous.

“I would love to.” You wrap your arms around his neck and Bucky lifts his other hand to rest on your waist too. “I can take you to some of my favorite places around town.” You offer and Bucky nods quickly.

Bucky enjoyed Louisiana.

He thinks he may have finally found a home outside of Brooklyn, which was a once upon a memory. Somewhere clean of Steve and a life Bucky would never get back. Somewhere with Sam forging a bond of brotherhood and you building something new with him too.

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notes // i don’t know how some of you write only on your phones it stresses me out so much kudos to you lol hope you liked this short piece, keep an eye out for my other two requests this week!

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