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kisscara · 1 year

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pity party [scaramouche x gn!reader] ⎯⎯ modern au, minor angst, fluff

scaramouche claimed he's never come to care about his birthday. anymore, at least. since kindergarten and every other grade after that, not a single person cared to show up when they were invited. he clearly remembers sitting at the dinner table, party hat atop his head seemingly drooping in the sad setting of the room.

but there was another thing. he always invited the whole class, except for one person. there were a lot of rumors about you and scaramouche wanted to stay as far away from you as possible so that his classmates wouldn't mistaken him for being your friend. it'd completely ruin his image.

however, on scaramouche's eighteenth birthday, he wondered what would happen should he invite you. of course, he'll slide invitations in the lockers of the rest of his peers, but just like before, they probably wouldn't care to come. it didn't even matter if they didn't have a gift, just their presence alone would put scaramouche over the moon.

and so, he waited in the living room. every now and then, he'd play video games on his phone, hoping to wait out the arrival of his peers much more quicker but in reality, he was trying to get his birthday over with.

suddenly, the sound of the doorbell going off caused him to sit up from his slouching position. could it be? scaramouche tossed his phone aside and practically ran to the front door. he swung it open and his heart began doing somersaults in his chest.

you awkwardly stood there, waiting for him to speak up. when he didn't say anything, you took it upon yourself to engage the conversation. "happy birthday, scaramouche." you presented your wrapped gift for him with a smile. he idly stood, frozen as you placed the gift in his hands.

you welcomed yourself inside of his home, and that's when he finally snapped out of his trance. "that took me a lot of time to wrap, so i'd appreciate it if you viciously ripped it apart when i leave," you playfully commented. scaramouche carefully put your gift on the table in the dining room and a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

"this is a big occasion, isn't it? after all, you're finally an adult." you sat on the couch and scaramouche joined you. "um, yeah. listen, we haven't properly met before, right?" he asked. you murmured, "mhm, i figured you were avoiding me like everyone else." at that, scaramouche tensed up.

you burst into a fit of laughter, "c'mon, i'm just kidding! what's with the serious look?" scaramouche relaxed his shoulders in relief. his first party guest and he nearly screwed it over. you grinned, "i'm (name). they don't really like me just because... you know what, i don't know either but hey,"

you took a party hat from the table and placed it on your head. "i didn't know eighteen year olds still held birthday parties like this," you giggle, to which scaramouche replied in a flustered frenzy, "my mom put those out!" you laugh, "i get it. by the way, do you like horror movies?" scaramouche looked to the side.

"my mom still has me on a netflix kids account and she gets notified whenever i try making a purchase using my credit card..." scaramouche covered his face in embarrassment. you leaned against the couch, "you too, huh?" scaramouche looked up from his hands to glance at you.

has celestia sent down an angel for him?

you waved around a few dvd cases that came from your bag, "i used my friend's money to get these. i obviously paid them back." you stood up and crouched down in front of the dvd player on the tv set. "you ever watch a nightmare on elm street, poltergeist, scream, halloween... any of the classics at all?"

scaramouche shook his head and you flashed him a smile, "great, me neither!"

that evening, scaramouche lost track of time marathoning horror movies with you. the two of you ate the snacks from his dining room and hid under a big blanket, all of the lights turned off to set the right mood. he was grateful that you didn't question where the rest of the guests were, not once.

you tightened the grip on your popcorn bowl and scaramouche intently watched the screen. "i can't look," you squealed, covering your eyes. scaramouche couldn't help but let out a chuckle. he had a feeling that if he were watching horror movies alone, he'd be looking away as well. but he wouldn't miss this for the world.

suddenly, the front door slammed open and you and him shouted in unison. you fell off of the couch and scaramouche looked over. "oh, it's much too dark in here, it's bad for your eyes," ei tutted, turning on the light. she tilted her head, "kuni, who's that, dear?"

scaramouche gritted his teeth, "i'm busy, mom-" ei gasped, "is this a party guest?" she started giggling, "i expected this birthday to be like the rest but i'm glad you found a worthy friend, kuni! i'll be in my room, okay? don't stay up too late, you two!" you sat back down on the couch and exclaimed, "thank you, miss!"

the second scaramouche heard ei's bedroom door close, he turned the lights back off. "sorry about her," scaramouche muttered. the movie served as pure background noise as you remarked, "she seems sweet. where was she the whole time, work?" scaramouche mumbled, "yeah, runs a business."

your pupils dilated, "really? that's so cool, no wonder you have a ton of friends." scaramouche froze up from where he was sitting next to you. friends. in class, they'll act like his friends, but it's like they're strangers the second they step outside of the school grounds. i mean, they don't even go to his birthday parties.

"mhm." he rested his chin in his palm, "after this, are you going to pretend we don't know each other in class, just like before?" you perk up in surprise. "why would i? i have a new friend now ⎯ ah wait, i don't even know if it's mutual," you nervously corrected yourself with a sheepish smile.

scaramouche's porcelain complexion flushed red. "you... want to be my friend?" he asked in a small voice. "definitely! you're funner than i took you for, scaramouche!" you happily comment before tossing another popcorn into your mouth.

"okay. let's be friends, (name)." scaramouche gave you a smile and you smiled back. he looked at the television set. "by the way, funner isn't a word," he said. you complained, "is too!" scaramouche laughed. for the first time ever, he genuinely laughed with a friend.

a half hour later, you checked your phone's notifications. "oh, i got to go, my mom's car is outside." you quickly gathered your things and put on your shoes. scaramouche solemnly watched as you reached for the doorknob. "hey," at your call, he looked up from the floor.

"you can keep the dvds, i'll come back another time to get them. you can watch the rest without me or wait 'til i'm free. got it?" you winked at him and scaramouche lightly chuckled, "yeah, i'll wait for you." you waved, "thanks for the great night, scara! i'll see you at school tomorrow!"

and the front door shut with a click.

scaramouche's gaze caught your gift on the table. he made his way over and began to delicately unwrap it. he read the sticky note on the box, word for word. 'happy 18th birthday, scaramouche!! i don't know you too well, but i sewed this up myself. i hope you like it ♡'

scaramouche removed the top of the box and his eyes lit up. a felt doll that looked just like him. with caution, he took it out of the box, feeling as if he'd ruin this precious treasure so easily if he wasn't careful. he held it to his chest and sighed in content.

from that point on, he looks forward to his birthday, all because of one person.

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chaozsilhouette · 3 years

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A Father’s Love

Another piece for @winterpower98's Swap Au.

I don’t really have a time frame for this scene, but with all the horror MK has had to endure in this AU I couldn’t help myself. I just needed a bit of fluff to break up my writing. Plus, I am all for Tang showing just how much he loves MK and being a protective father figure.

The poor boy needs a break, but we all know it won’t last.

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“Well now, aren’t you a stubborn human.” Sun Wukong mused as he took in the one who dared to separate him from his creation.

The ground was split in a dozen directions. Craters dotted the landscape. The scent of volatile magic soaked the air. Yet, in the center of all this was a small circle of undisturbed land where his boy and the human stood unharmed.

The human didn’t look particularly impressive. If he had to guess, somewhere in his early to late thirties. He was obviously healthy but still suffered from the weaknesses all humans share. No, what truly caught his attention was the strangest sensation he knew this human. Almost as if the golden fillet was readying itself by his mere presence.

The human’s talent in magic was nothing to scoff at. Admittedly, it was nothing he couldn’t brush off, but seeing a human wielding so much raw power was supposed to be nearly impossible in this modern age. However, defying the odds here one stood before him trying to keep him from one of his treasures.

He was not alone in his curiosity. The Monkey King watched as MK stared at the bespeckled man in utter surprise.

“Since when could you do that?!” The newly revealed monkie demon all but screeched.

“Not too long.” The scholar cryptically stated.

His annoyance at the lack of an answer freed Mk of his fear. Just enough to swallow his need to be supported during this horrible moment and say what needed to be said. “You’ve got to run! Forget about me and get the others to safety!”

“I’d listen to my son if I were you, human.” The tyrant stated with a cocky smirk. “Since he’s started to learn his lesson about where he belongs I can be generous. You can take all your friends back home to rest up and we can continue another day.”

With a trembling hand, MK desperately gripped Tang’s pant leg. Praying that his love would be translated behind his pathetic display. “Please. I can’t see you get hurt because of me.” They were the kindest people he ever had the pleasure of knowing. He couldn’t bear knowing they got hurt trying to save him. The only reason they were in this crisis was because of him. If he hadn’t been so weak...

If he didn’t allow himself to be used, Wukong would still be trapped.

“Mk, you know I can’t leave anyone behind to suffer this tyrant’s hospitality.” The word was hissed out with more venom than a viper pit. “Especially not after learning of Macaque’s past.” Tang adjusted his stance so his side now supported the youth. His fingers twitched randomly, his eyes remained locked onto the armored demon. “Besides, we both know Mei would gut the two of us if we even think of considering it.”

It made no sense. They were in the presence of a being that filled the nightmares of all, from the lowliest human to celestial kings, yet young simian couldn’t help but smile. “Good point.” Compared to the Monkey Tyrant the young dragon was an insect, but she had earned the fear that accompanied her ire.

“Such a touching display. But do you really think you will be able to give him what he needs? That others will accept who he really is? You can say you love him until the sun blows up, but it will never change the fact he is me.” The Monkey King’s smile showed nothing but cruel amusement, but his tail betrayed his fraying patience.

“Do you take me for a fool? It doesn’t matter what he looks like, where he came from, or how he started out. He is my Son! And I refuse to let anyone abuse his kind heart ever again!”

Two hands slammed into the ground with unnatural force. Mystic runes and circles filled the air as the battlefield was bathed in a gentle yellow light. Golden ropes wrapped around the Tyrant as the earth formed a five-sided fortress around him. Symbols were burned into each side, somehow not concealing the burning rage from Sun Wukong’s enraged expression.

With that done, Tang grabbed MK’s hand and ran knowing full well both their lives depended on it. “Come on! That won’t distract him for long.”

Or at all. They hadn’t cleared five meters before they started to rocks crumble and mystic bindings viciously snap.

Somehow the two of them were able to reunite with Macaque and Mei in order to get some much-needed distance without any major obstacles. It was silently agreed that the Moneky Tyrant had let them leave. Why? They didn’t want to think about it. All they could do was patch themselves up and think of a new plan.

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Pigsy treated them all to a delicious meal, after yelling at the four of them for tangling with the Monkey King. About how they could have gotten killed and berating them for thinking about leaving them behind. Tang was certain Pigsy’s volume was the only reason Macaque looked uncomfortable.

That night they all stayed with Sandy. It was agreed that they should stick together until the heat dies down. Mei stepped out to call her parents to warn them about ... everything. While Macaque had essentially taken over as her father figure it didn’t mean her birth parents were no longer a target. Macaque aided Sandy in setting up the spare rooms. Piggy was just cleaning up dinner and preparing a few things for breakfast.

Leaving Tang to begin creating wards to hang around the boat and MK to uncomfortably sit as he stared at the scholar.

“Why did you do that?”

Tang pushed up his glasses, looking more grave than the teen ever recalled seeing.

“I was preparing that spell the moment I opened my mouth. I figured after that outburst it was only a matter of time before he got bored playing nice and when for the kill. Despite what movies would make you believe, talking is not a free action.” His precious disciples learned that lesson the hard way.

“No. I mean...when you said all that stuff, did you really mean it? You view me as a son?” MK could barely get the last word out. It felt like all of this was just a wonderful dream and when he awoke he’d be back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Tang set down his brush to fully face the demon. “Of course, I mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” He poured his entire soul into that truth, a fact he was proud to scream to the heavens.

“Even when I look like this?” Sharing the same face of the demon who caused so much pain and suffering. He could barely stand it, but the thought of continuing to live in his human form just felt even more unbearable. He was tired of lies. Tired of being used.

“So you look like a demon monkey, big deal." Tang waved off the concern, regaining his trademark confident sass. "Last I checked, we are close with several demons one of which is a rather famous monkey. At your core, you are still the same MK we grew to know and care about. You may have started out as Wukong’s clone, but you have come a long way since then.”

Seeing that the boy was still unconvinced, Tang wrapped his arms around the child’s shoulders and brought him in for a hug. “You will always have a place with me, with any of us. You are loved and appreciated, Xiǎotiān. Never forget that.” Circles were slowly traced on his back as shaky breathing gradually evened out.

Xiǎotiān nuzzled his father’s neck. Taking in the scent of aged paper, ink, and tea. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Of course.” Gentle fingers slowly combed through his hair.

The world was falling into the depths of madness, but in this moment Xiǎotiān could deceive himself into believing everything would work out.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #tang #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #monkie kid #past abuse #winterpower98 #monkie kid swap au #dad tang #Tang is Tripitaka #monkey tyrant

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chubbybuckydumpling · 3 years

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A Valentine's Miracle

@endlessbucky you got a gift! I hope you like this and you’re left satisfied <3 This is my entry for the @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest Bucky Barnes Valentine Exchange! My prompt was: Best friends to lovers, Bucky and reader being cute and in love. This was my first secret santa experience and it was really fun! Thank you for having me :)

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x female Reader

warnings: swearing, fluff, kissing, making out, a little embarrassment, modern AU, canon divergent, implied smut, friends to lovers, clichée

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You were viciously knocking on the sturdy wooden door of Bucky’s apartment, a bottle of red children’s sparkling wine in your unoccupied hand. Your coat is heavy on your shoulders, but the harsh cold and cutting wind forced you to put on the extra warm clothes. On your way here it even began to snow, some flakes still clinging to your hair. Your fingers feel numb and you mentally scold yourself for not wearing gloves.

Suddenly the door swings open and a grinning Bucky beams at you, “Finally you’re here doll. I thought I’d be starved by the time you’d arrive” Rolling your eyes, you step into the flat, “Stop being so dramatic, it’s two in the afternoon and I know for a fact you ate a burrito for lunch”. The man clutches his chest in mock pain and groans, “You wound me, Y/n”, he whimpers, the smirk never leaving his lips. “Wait, how did you know I had a burrito?” You throw him a playful glare, “You posted it on Snapchat”.

Bucky’s eyes widen in panic and he pulls his phone out of his pocket to check his Snapchat for any unwanted posts. “No, I didn’t”, he finally states and averts his gaze back to you so he can show you how unamused he is. A giggle slips past your lips as you carefully remove your jacket, “Oopsies, it must be the fact that you have been having burritos on Valentine’s Day for as long as I can remember. Weird how things sometimes slip your mind”.

Reluctantly, Bucky holds out his hand for you to place your coat into. The gentle warmth of his apartment envelopes you and makes you sigh in content. “Did you light a fire?”, you ask your best friend while you take off your shoes. “Oven’s lit, just for you, you chilblain”, his deep voice rumbles and calms you even further. “Ha, ha, you’re so funny James”

Upon hearing his real name, the man scrunches up his face in distaste, “Ew, you sound like my mother”. You chuckle and finally wrestle yourself free from your footwear, falling into Bucky’s big arms. His familiar scent fills your nose, the undertones of cedar wood and butterscotch making you grin. “I missed you doll”, he mumbles into your head. “It’s been 3 days”, you grunt as you nuzzle yourself further into his warmth. “I missed you too”, you admit after a moment

He slowly pulls out of the embrace and smiles at you. Suddenly you remember the bottle in your hand and gasp excitedly, “Look what I found!”, you yell and hold up the bottle. A huge smile forms on Bucky’s face and he takes the Robby Bubble out of your hand. He stares at it and chuckles, “I can’t believe they still make this: Where did you even find this treasure?”. “Some small shop near the old bakery. It was pure coincidence, but once I saw it, I couldn't’ not buy it”

The man looks at the bottle in astonishment, “I haven’t had this since we were, what? 14?” Giddily, you shuffle forwards and push down his arm until he looks at you, “Are you going to pour us some or are you going to make me stand here all day?” Something seems to snap inside him and he nods, “Yes, please come in. Take a seat”

Carelessly, you throw yourself on Bucky’s grey couch and cuddle up into one of his fluffy blankets. The fireplace is cackling as the flames lick the air greedily. The man comes back quickly, two champagne flutes in his hands. Gently, he places one into your palm as the sweet smell fills you with nostalgia. You nod at your childhood best friend before you both take a sip of the drink. “It tastes…”, you start carefully, “horrible”, Bucky finishes.

His eyes twinkle with an emotion you can’t pinpoint, but it’s gone soon enough as the two of you break into loud laughter. He throws his head back in joy, the dark soft hair framing his face beautifully. The air is stuck in your throat as your eyes linger on him, lips forming into a fond smile. Bucky’s voice has always been able to make you smile and your cheeks heat up.

Soon the man calms down and grins at you. His eyes bore into yours intently as he slowly raises his glass again. In a heartbeat, he gulps down the entire red liquid and lets out a loud sigh once he is done. “You’re so dramatic”, you roll your eyes, but a warm feeling spreads through your chest at his antics. Bucky smirks playfully, “You love me”. He’s not wrong about that.

“So”, he begins, “I’ve got nachos, gummy worms and chocolate”. “No popcorn?”, you ask, giving him puppy eyes. “How could I ever forget the popcorn? You hurt me doll. Why don’t you put on a movie and I bring out the snacks?” You nod at him, “Romance or horror?”, you yell at his retreating figure. “Whatever you want, doll. I’m fine with either!”

When Bucky returns with a huge tray of snacks the opening of Tarzan is playing on the huge TV on his wall. “Tarzan? Really?”, he hears himself say as he carefully places the tray on the couch table and sits down next to you. “Only a couple more months until you’ve got the look down, Buck”, you point at his hair, grin and cuddle up to him. His big arm stretches over your shoulders and you lean into his side, warmth immediately seeping into you as your stomach vibrates with butterflies.

You never meant to fall in love with your best friend, really. But then it just kind of happened. One day you looked at him, his arms suddenly bigger, his figure towering over you, the deep voice rattling your body and you were a goner. All the girls were salivating over him and you were no exception, but with all the people he was dating you doubted you had any chances. So you did what you knew best, being James Buchanan Barnes’s best friend.

You smiled with him, played with him, went out with him and studied with him. You were a different person when you were around him, more careful and joyous, happy and lighthearted. He just made you forget about all your troubles and fears with just a smile or a wink.

And while you pretend you don’t enjoy them, you love your annual Valentine’s Day celebrations. Since you can remember, you and Bucky spent the day together eating all kinds of shit and drinking the overly sweet children’s sparkling wine. Nothing in the world would ever make you miss out on one, but a sparkle of hope inside you was hoping that one day the two of you would spend the day as a couple.

The end credits begin to roll two bowls of popcorn, a bag of gummy worms, too many crisps and a lot of nchos and tears later (which Bucky would of course deny, he doesn’t cry over kids’ movies) and you wipe the wetness from your cheeks. During the movie the man has tucked you tight against his side, so close that you’re almost sitting on his lap and let his fingers comb through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. If you were a cat you’d be purring by now.

Reluctantly, Bucky stretches his arms, causing you to immediately miss the warmth he provided. “Can’t believe you ate so much crap, doll! Aren’t they feeding you enough over there in Manhattan?” You roll your eyes, “You ate just as much of this as I did, James. And just because you’re salty that I have a cooler place than you doesn’t mean you can disrespect me like that”

“Oh, it doesn’t?” he asks in mock wonder. You narrow your eyes and before you can think twice you jump out of your position and tackle Bucky to the couch, fingers running over his sides and tummy, tickling beautiful laughs out of his mouth. “Stop, please!”, he gasps out between desperate attempts to stop his giggles. “Apologise!”, you demand. “Never!”

All of a sudden he flips you over, his hands holding onto your wrists. A high pitched screech leaves your mouth and you immediately begin to squirm under him, desperate to escape from any potential tickles. Of course you couldn’t win against his massive strength, but once his fingers skim over your sides and helpless laughs fall out of your mouths you find a new wave of deterination flooding over you. Quickly, you wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist and somehow manage to make him lose his balance, so his heavy body fall onto your chest.

A puff of air leaves your lungs and you look up, ready to make a stupid remark, when you see how close he is to your face, lips just mere inches away. Blood rushes to your cheeks, heating them up, and you can feel your heart pounding quickly. Bucky’s blue eyes bore into your, his mouth opening slightly. “Bucky?”, you whisper, eyes trailing to his lips.

Suddenly his cheeks turn a dark shade of red and he pushes himself up, “Uhm, I think I need to use the toilet”, he explains, not looking into your eyes. “Yeah, makes sense. I’ll be waiting here”, you answer, the tension thickening the air. The sound of his retreating steps makes you relax and you finally sit up.

“Shit”, you whisper to yourself, hands balling up into fists, “Way to go, Y/n”. The fire is warming up the room, flames licking at the air, but a shiver runs down your spine, a cold sensation gripping onto you. Time seems to slow down, seconds turning into minutes, but when Bucky returns, it’s still too early.

“So, doll, do you want to seize the last bits of daylight?”, he asks, his voice completely calm. If he’s pretending, so are you. “Yeah, totally. You might have to unfreeze me when we get back here though. Walking here once already turned me into an icicle”, you chide in, a smile on your lips which you figure Bucky must know is fake. If he does, he isn’t showing it.

“I’ll warm you up, I promise. Do you want one of my sweaters?”, he asks, a grin decorating his lips. A hopeful shimmer flimmers in your eyes, “Please?”

Soon you find yourself bundled up in one of Bucky’s gigantic sweaters, your coat and a snapback (“Relly, Buck? This won’t protect me from the cold at all!”, but the puppy look in his eyes made you agree) and he looks just as ridiculous, but you can’t find it in you to care.

Outside, the sky relentlessly releases snowflakes, the paths already covered in thick layers of white. The cold air makes your breath visible and the sound of the snow crunching under your feet makes a genuine grin appear. The two of you walk along the streets in close proximity, quietly listening to the sounds of the occasional car that passes by or the pigeons that search for leftover crumbs.

Once the nearby park is in sight, Bucky has an idea. “Last one at the entrance is a slowpoke”, he yells and starts running. “Not fair!”, you shout, taking chase. Carefully you jump over big lumps of snow, but there’s no chance that you’ll catch up in time. The man already stands at the entrance when you arrive, a proud smirk on his face, “Took you long enough, doll. I was beginning to freeze to the ground”. You huff out a breath, but still manage to roll your eyes.

“Hardy, har, Bucky. You’re so funny, how will I ever survive this humiliation?”, dramatically you walk past your friend and follow the line of the trees. The view is very pretty, especially when everything is coated in white, a sense of innocence in this harsh world. “Wait, doll”, he yells after you and comes barreling towards your figure. You turn around just in time to see his panicked face, arms paddling through the air helplessly as his body crashes into yours.

A scream leaves your mouth and you manage to desperately clutch onto Bucky’s jacket before you hit the ground, the air leaving your lungs. Luckily the snow feathers your fall and only a slight pain spreads through your back, but the weight of Bucky’s torso presses your shoulders into the ground. So you find yourself underneath your best friend, again, panting heavily.

“I’m sorry, doll, let me-”, he begins, but when his eyes find yours he stops, breath hitching. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a mesmerizing sight to watch. Out of the corner of his eye you can see more snowflakes coming down, making the whole scene seem like a winter wonderland. “Bucky?”, you question him, your voice unrecognizably soft, as his face comes closer to yours.

“If you don’t want this to happen, doll, then stop me, but shit, it’d be a lie if I said I didn’t want to do this for years”, he whispers back, his tone matching yours. One of your hands reaches out to cup his cheek, a cold thumb stroking over his defined cheekbone. The butterflies in your tummy are going crazy, but you find yourself feeling calm. This is your Bucky, you’ve known him for years, this will be fine. Everything is fine with Bucky. Always.

You can feel his breath fan over your lips and you whimper, “Bucky, please”. His head moves closer and then, finally, his lips meet yours. They are slightly chapped from the cold, but still warm and tender. It’s perfect. Your hand runs behind his head and you play with the frizzy hair at his neck, pulling him further into you.

When he pulls away his cheeks are red, both from the cold and the blood that rushes into his cheeks steadily. You open your eyes and then you see his face, beautifully coloured and sculpted and tears shoot into your eyes. “Hey, doll, what’s wrong? “, he sounds concerned. “It’s just”, you sigh, “I wanted this for a really, really long time. These are happy tears”. A relieved sparkle flits over his eyes, “So you wouldn’t mind if I..?”, he raises an eyebrow and quickly presses his lips to yours again.

“No, love, not at all”, you grin, “But I wouldn’t mind getting out of the snow”. His blue eyes widen, almost comically, and you can’t stop the fit of giggles. Quickly he jumps up and holds out his big, strong hand for you to take. The muscles in his arm tense as he pulls you up and right into his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck and grin, his hands finding your waist.

You bite onto your lower lip, smirking at his groan, “I swear doll, you’ll kill me one day. Especially when you wear my clothes”. “What, you like?”,you retort, a teasing tone coating your voice. A growls ripples through his chest, “So fucking much” and before you know he pushes his lips onto yours again and his hands tighten around your body, pulling you this much closer.

This time he is greedier, more forward, his mouth pushes harder against yours, almost hungrily. His eagerness makes a fluttery feeling awaken in your tummy, a dull want and you push yourself closer to him, your own lips copying his need. Slowly his tongue drags over your swollen mouth, asking for entrance which you grant him. Bucky pulls you impossibly close as if he wants every part of your body to touch his.

He explores you, intertwining his tongue with yours, letting them dance together to steps only th two of you know. He tastes like candy, but not quite, something that is very distinctively Bucky. It’s perfect. A moan escapes your mouth and you close your arms around him tighter, greedily consuming more of him. His scent fills your nose, evoking a warm feeling in your chest. The knot in your tummy grows stronger with need.

He seems to notice your distress and his hands wander down to your behind, grabbing onto the plump cheeks and pushing you onto the growing bulge in his trousers. A moan leaves his lips as you whimper, needy and filled with lust. Bucky pulls away from the kiss, heavily panting, and rests his forehead against yours. He’s even more beautiful up close. “Shit, doll”, he whispers. His lips are red and slightly swollen. He looks delicious.

Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine and you realise that you’re still standing in the snow. “Bucky”, you whimper, “I’m cold. Can we go home?” He seems to snap out of his trance, eyes flicking to the side. “Yeah, the sun is getting low. We should…”, he helplessly points in the direction you came from. You nod, a smirk playing over your lips, “You know, you did promise to warm me up”

Safe to say he kept his promise.

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thebestofoneshots · 3 years

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Christmas Times

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: In which you and Bucky have to get the Christmas tree for the compound and decorate it afterwards. Set on an AU whee Bucky joins the team before civil war happens.

Notes: Some Christmas fluff because I’m getting festive. Also Sebs new IG post inspired me I couldn’t stop myself.

Warnings: I mean reader does bump into her very mean aunt but she gets put on her place so it’s nothing you can’t handle.

You stood outside the door only a few seconds before knocking on the door.

“Yes?” You heard his husky voice from the inside of the room. So he was sleeping. He had a late mission last night you recalled, it made sense that he would still be sleeping.

You opened the door “hey! Sorry to wake you, But we need to get the Christmas tree for the common room.”

He was lying on the bed, covers on top of him but arms over them, the silver arm shinning with the small rays of sunset that slipped from the window, you could see his muscular frame. His now short hair a little messy on the pillow. “A Christmas tree? Doesn’t Tony have like a bunch of people that decorate and stuff?”

“Yes... he does. But apparently is a tradition that someone from the team buys the tree and decorates it. Said it was our turn.”

He drew a deep breath “Ok, then. I’m coming,” he smiled and stood from the bed. He was only wearing a pair of tight boxers and he turned quickly to grab his jeans so you couldn’t see much more than his muscular back, and obviously his ass, but you blushed anyway. You’d develop a small crush on the Winter Soldier since you joined the team.

“I’ll uh... wait outside,” you said and started going out.

“No, it’s fine I’m ready,” He said turning around. Still shirtless and walking to his closet to put on a shirt quickly. You turned to the side to hide your blush. Is not like you hadn’t seen him shirtless before, he went for a swim every other day. But his environment was different, it felt homier? Perhaps... “You ok?”

“What?” You asked turning your face back to him.

“You seemed... lost in thought.”

“Did I?... I didn’t notice. Shall we go?” You said skillfully changing the subject and started walking outside. “You know? I’m lucky I got paired with you to get the tree,” you spoke, a small smile appeared on his face as you did. He enjoyed spending time with you as well. “Your super soldier strength will come in super handy...”

“Is that the only reason you’re lucky? I was hoping it was because of my magnetic personality,” he joked.

“Oh, curse is not the only reason Buck,” you smiled as you playfully punched his arm.

The two of you got to the parking lot by then and grabbed the truck. You took the driver's seat since you knew the modern New York better than he did.

“Do we need to get ornaments as well?” He asked as you passed a few Christmas stores.

“Tony said he had some saved but we could buy anything we liked, every avenger has added their own special thing to the tree of something like that, that’s what makes it special,” you explained.

“When did you even talk to Tony about this? I thought he was in Europe.”

“Oh, he left a video recording and told FRIDAY to help me with whatever else.”

“There!” He said pointing outside “over there there was a very beautiful one,” he explained. You had to continue for a bit to be able to get to the other side of the road and then a bit more to find a parking spot but after a while, you finally stopped.

“I’ll follow you,” you said as you got out of the car and closed it by pressing the small button on the key. A few minutes later Bucky and you were looking at the many different trees in the garden.

“(Y/N)?” He called as you absently looked at one of the trees.

“Mhm?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we got a plastic tree? Reuse it every year? To avoid climate change and deforestation?”

“You’ve been watching way to much Discovery channel,” you giggled “but actually, I was wondering the same thing and I googled it, apparently a plastic tree is worse unless you reuse it for more than 5 years, and it’s wasteful either way because I’ll end up on a landfill. But Tony promised he’d plant 10 pine trees for every Christmas tree used in the tower so that’s even better!”

“We should buy two then,” he said with a smile.

All right, let’s take a picture, you said as you took out your phone and posted him in front of a Christmas tree. As you were taking the picture you saw someone that made you quickly lower your head and fast walk towards Bucky to use him as a hiding spot.

“What?” He said looking around alert.

“Nothing, just. My aunt is there! I haven’t seen her in a while, and she’s just going to continue nagging me about getting a boyfriend “ you explained “so I’m just gonna, go hide for a while,” you said and quickly walked behind some trees leaving Bucky in that same spot.

As you hid in between a few trees and turned your back pretending to be really distraught by a random tree when someone taped on your shoulder. You frowned and cursed under your breath before turning with a smile.

“(Y/N)!” She smiled pulling you into a hug “I thought it was you back there.

“Aunt Linda! How’s it been?” You asked her smiling.

“Oh just fine, that’s what. I wanted to come here with your cousins but they were too busy to come. So I had to come to get the tree all by myself. What about you? Did you come alone too? I know you don’t have many friends anyway but maybe you convinced someone to help you...” she smiled.

“I... ugh—“

“—doll! I finally find you! I lost you a few trees back, I was about to tell you I found the perfect tree for home.”

“Bucky I...“

“Home?” Your aunt asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Aunt Linda this is—“

“—Her boyfriend,” Bucky answered pulling one of his charming gentleman smiles from the ’40s, “you can call me James,” he stretched his arm “it’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she smiled “such a handsome man! Never thought my niece would get a man like you. You’re out of her ligue.” Yes, that was Aunt Linda, poisonous words and all. And people wondered why you were hiding from her. “And to be honest, I was starting to think she was lesbian. 25 years and you’re the first one.” She finished.

You smiled “And there would be nothing wrong with me being a lesbian, would it?” you frowned. Bucky pulled you closer to him, with his flesh arm on your waist.

“Oh, of course not honey but you know, you’re already the family’s black sheep. You wouldn’t wanna make it even more evident. People would talk.”

“People like you I suppose,” spit Bucky from the side. He seemed to be getting rather angry at her. He clearly hadn’t had the brilliant opportunity to spend a whole Christmas with her and her vicious words or he’d understand she was actually being polite.

“Oh no darling, I would never, but some people on the family can be very creative, in a negative way if you know what I mean. So... how did you two meet?”

“At work.” You answered quickly, wanted to get away from there as soon as possible.

“Oh... at work...” she replied viciously, “well it’s not a surprise since you’re always working.”

“Yes, the minute she walked into the office for the first time she caught my eye. She wore a black suit and was walking alongside our boss looking like an angel. But it wasn’t until we got our first assignment together that I fell completely and utterly in love with her. With her mind and her voice and her everything. She has this way of analyzing situations and finding solutions, it’s incredible.”

You looked back at Bucky and then to your aunt who stood there with her mouth agape. You looked back at Bucky again and thought to yourself ‘damn he was a good actor. Little did you know he hadn’t been acting.

But then a busy woman walked passed really fast, pushing Bucky and casing his glove to fall on the floor. The glove that covered his metal arm.

She pulled his hand towards hers to look at it as you leaned to pick the glove up. Bucky seemed uncomfortable.

“Oh, you don’t have a hand.”

“It’s my whole arm actually,” Bucky corrected. You’d think no one would dare to say something offensive in a situation like this but there was Aunt Linda for you.

“Oh, that explains it.”

“Explains what?” You questioned.

“How such a handsome man would fall I love with you. He’s not complete. He IS on your ligue...”

And that was all it took. “You stop right there! First of all, him lacking an arm does not make him any less of a man or any less attractive. Second, he is one of the sweetest, nicest, bravest humans I know. And third of all, he is a veteran and lost his arm fighting for your country so you should show some respect!”

Your aunt looked at you perplexed. And blinked a bunch of times. “I didn’t mean to... I...”

“Aunt Linda, I didn’t—“

“—I’ll talk to your mother about this.” She said before turning around and leaving.

You and Bucky shared a look and started laughing at her offended frame as she was liked away. At first, you tried to hold it, but once she was far away enough the two of you were almost crying.

“That’s a character.”

“See why I was hiding?” You told him after taking a deep breath. Once the two of you finally cooled down, you noticed that you still had his glove on your hand. You looked at it and a free taking a deep breath you handed it to him. “I’m really sorry about that,” you said as you handed him the glove “but also thanks for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend. Although now the whole family is going to ask me about the mysterious James...”

“I’ll be happy to assist as your boyfriend whenever any other family member shows up,” He smiled.

“For what’s worth, I truly meant everything I said earlier. Your metal arm does not take away any of your worth Bucky,” you told him as you rubbed his flesh arm a little. There was nothing else you could do to comfort him, even knowing how delicate the subject was for him, especially it being originally made by hydra. “Anyway... did you really find a tree or were you just making that up?”

“I did!” He smiled. “Come!” He grabbed your hand to pull you through the made of trees towards the one you wanted. Once you got it, between the two of you you manage to load the tree on the truck and after a short drive stopped by a small Christmas market.

You walked along with Bucky through the beautiful Market but separated from each other when you stopped to look at some of the ornaments. You’d found a small shop that would vinyl cut whatever you wanted on a beautiful golden orb. “Hey (Y/N),” you heard as you stared at the machine from that small shop. You turned to find Bucky with a small bag in his hand. “I found the perfect ornament for you,” he said as he opened the bag and pulled a small crystal mermaid from it.

“She’s beautiful,” you said staring at it with awe. “How did you find her?”

“She was on a small store somewhere over there,” he said pointing to the right, trying to stop you from noticing he had maybe spent too much money on her because he couldn’t stop himself after seeing how perfectly fitting it would be.

“Thank you, Buck. I can’t believe you remembered I love mermaids so much...” you smiled. “Either way, I actually found something that would be perfect for you.”

“You did?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes! just you wait,” you winked and walked towards the small shop you’d found and ordered a little special thing. They said it would take around 20 minutes so you went back to Bucky.

“Let’s get an ice-cream,” you said as you pulled Bucky to a small ice-cream shop and ordered a few cones.

“You have plum taste?” You asked as the small lady nodded. “Two balls of plum in one and the other chocolate and blueberry please,” you ordered with a smile.

They gave you your ice creams in just a few seconds. And you walked back to the earlier shop alongside Bucky, the ornament was ready. You paid for it and held it behind your hands to show Bucky with a surprise. “All right close your eyes.”

He did as told. And you placed the ornament on his right hand and gave it a small squeeze to indicate he could open it. He stated at it for a while. The golden ornament had a shield on it. Like Steve’s original shield but with silver and red in the center. The cold slopes through the cracks between his shield, making it look just like his new arm. “You don’t like it...” you said since he hadn’t said anything.

“Like it?” He asked in disbelieve “I love it!”

You finally let out the breath you were holding. The shopping time was finished and the two of you hoped back on the truck to drive back to the compound.

Once there, the two of you brought the tree down and place it in the center of the common room. “FRIDAY? Where are all the decorations for the tree you told me about?”

“The box is behind the counter,” Explained FRIDAY.

“Yes, it is!” Said Bucky while pulling a very big plastic box from behind the counter.

He brought the box next to the tree and the two of you started looking through the box. Finding small ornaments and guessing which one was chosen by who from the team.

The first thing you did was add all of the lights, you choose the colourful ones and started filling the tree with them. After you started placing all the different ornaments. Leaving the two new ones you had purchased for the end, just like FRIDAY had advised you too.

“It looks nice,” you said as you smiled to yourself feeling accomplished. The shiny tree looks as beautiful as ever, the lights bouncing around from one place to another.

“We still have these,” pointed Bucky out taking the ornaments that the two of you got at the market.

“You’re right!” You said as you carefully took the mermaid from his hand and stared at the tree for a place to put it in. After a few seconds, the two of you started moving but neither noticed until your hands collided. The two of you were trying to place the ornament in the same place.

“Are you imitating me?”

“No. It was just the empty branch,” he pointed “the no es empty branch.”

“Well yes, it is the emptiest spot,” you agreed “all right, this is what we’re going to do, I’ll place mine over here,” you pointed at one spot “and yours can be here,” you pointed at another one, right next to yours.

“Deal,” he said as he placed his ornament. You placed your small mermaid later and it appeared as if the mermaid was looking at Bucky’s shield. Just like in the real world, you thought to yourself. Little did you notice Bucky was the one staring at you right then and there.

“We still need to add the star,” you said getting the delicate Swarovski star from the small box, of course, Tony would have a Swarovski star.

“Oh I’m not touching that, I don’t want to break it,” he said stepping out. “Tony doesn’t have much tolerance for me anyway.”

“Don’t be silly, I can’t reach the top anyway. The tree is too tall.”

“I’m not touching it.”

“Bucky!”

“I’m not. But I can carry you,” he shrugged.

“That would be less stable than just placing it in the top,” you reasoned.

“I’ve made my mind.”

“FRIDAY, do we have a ladder?”

“No, but you could use that chair over there.”

Bucky went for the chair and brought it to you. Placing eight on the side of the tree. You tried to step on it “this is so unstable...”

“Don’t worry I’ll watch your back,” he said as he tried to keep the chair shady with his hands.

“This is ridiculous James, you could’ve just placed it without an issue.” You mumbled as you slowly placed the star on the top. But your shoelace caught onto the side of the chair and you tripped and fell.

Luckily for you, Bucky was paying attention and he quickly grabbed you from the waist to stop You from falling face-first on the floor, instead, you fell on top of him since your weight had grown the both of you on the floor.

First thing you did as soon as you gathered everything that was happening is that you removed your weight from his chest by sitting in his stomach with one leg on either side of his torso, “Can you breathe?” You asked placing your hands on his face to look for any signs of trauma.

He smiled when he noticed how concerned you were “yes I Can breathe doll, I’ve been thrown from higher placed bc way bigger men.”

“But it was a hard fall, and my weight. Could have pulled all the sir from your lungs.”

“I didn’t... no need to worry,” he smiled again.

You drew a relieved breath and smiled too. After that, you rolled off him and instead of standing up you laid on the floor next to him as well.

The tree stood majestic and tall in front of the two of you. “We did an amazing job,” you mumbled.

“It’s because we’re an amazing team,” he responded. A smile appeared on your face when you heard those words.

“We should decorate Christmas trees more often,” you giggled. “But next time you’re placing the start!”

“And miss the opportunity of having you on top of me again? No way!” He joked. The two of you laughed again.

“Thank you, Bucky!” You said then as you gave him a quick fast hug, the two of you still lying on the floor.

“What for?”

“You always make my days brighter,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He turned his whole body towards you, his steel-blue eyes staring directly into yours. “I could say the same thing, doll.”

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lesbianshinobus · 4 years

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for your winter prompts, 94 with mitsuri and / or tanjiro, or 35 with sanemi? your stuff is too cute and i think you’d do those ones so right,,,,

i went with #94 for mitsuri, since she just fit the prompt so well! i thought this would be fluff, but then feelings happened and here we are, 1k+ words later. still, i hope this satisfies you, anon!

this is set in a modern au, btw. based on gotouge making mitsuri an art student, even though that comes up like once skmfdjfj

“Well, well. Look who’s standing in a corner all by themself.”

The moment you hear the first syllable of that sentence, you shut your eyes. This is the exact scenario that you had been dreading, ever since your friend convinced you to come with her to the holiday party. An acquaintance was hosting it, and they were quite popular; they knew almost everyone at your art school.

You had just known that he would show up. Unfortunately, you were right.

You glance over, greeted by the grinning features of your ex-boyfriend. A pretty woman stands at his side, her hand tucked in the crook of his elbow, and watches you curiously. You feel bad for her. She has no idea what a loser she’s dating.

“Daiki. I would say it’s good to see you,” you say dryly, “but then I’d be lying.” If he’s going to be rude right off the bat, you don’t see why you have to be civil.

Daiki’s grin doesn’t waver at your biting remark. Instead, he looks delighted at having run into you. Probably because you’re alone, arms crossed as you idly observe the mingling crowd of people.

Your friend had stayed with you for the past hour, but then she’d spotted some classmates and wanted to say hi. You didn’t want your dour mood to ruin her night, so you insisted on staying back. You’re starting to wish you had gone with her after all.

“Babe,” he addresses the woman on his arm, “I need to speak to them for a second. Do you mind?” She blinks, confused and no doubt offended by the brush off, but she nods. After an awkward moment, she turns and walks back into the crowd.

You scowl. “Still treating your partners like dirt? I can’t say I’m surprised.”

“At least I have one. A partner, I mean,” Daiki responds. The grin has yet to leave his lips. “I’m surprised you even came to this party. They aren’t really your thing.”

You grit your teeth so hard that your molars start to hurt. “Trust me, I already regret it. If I had known you’d be here, I would’ve stayed home.”

“You thought I wouldn’t be here? And why would you hope for that?” You give him an incredulous look. You’d think the reason would be obvious. Before you can respond, Daiki adds, “Wait, don’t tell me. You were looking for a rebound. Now you’re embarrassed that we ran into each other before you could trap some poor, unsuspecting person under some mistletoe. How’d I do? Am I right?”

You glare viciously at him, even as your cheeks heat up in shame. He’s wrong, obviously. You’re not here for a rebound. But you’ve been feeling lonely, lately. Hiding in your room after a bad breakup would do that to you. You’d hoped that mingling with friends at a holiday party would help.

Seeing Daiki again, though, dashed all your hopes for a fun evening. You’re reminded of how exhausting the relationship had been, how desperate you’d been to keep him happy. Eventually, with help from your friends, you had broken things off. But that hadn’t stopped Daiki from telling everyone that he had dumped you.

Suddenly, your anger and indignation leave you. Your eyes drift towards the exit. You don’t care how pathetic it’ll look to end the conversation here, you just need to leave. You step towards the front door to do just that.

“There you are, sweetheart!” An arm winds around yours, a warm weight settling against your side. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Just as you go to turn towards the voice, soft lips press against your cheek. A sweet, floral scent invades your senses. Daiki is staring at whoever is beside you with huge eyes, his jaw dropping open.

You glance over and find yourself at a loss for words. The woman on your arm is wearing a flattering green dress that’s the same shade as the tips of her pink hair. Her eyes, rimmed with eyeliner, twinkle as they meet yours. She’s absolutely gorgeous…and you’ve never seen her before in your life. So why is she acting as if she knows you?

“Here’s your drink,” she says, passing a half-empty cup to you. You fumble with it before gripping it tightly. “I had a few sips, I hope you don’t mind.” She winks, so quick that if you had blinked you’d have missed it.

The woman turns to Daiki, who’s still gaping. “Oh, hi,” she says. “I didn’t even see you there!” She smiles and extends a manicured hand. “I’m Mitsuri, their girlfriend.”

“G-Girlfriend?” Daiki composes himself, chuckling nervously. “I mean, hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He reaches out and clasps her hand, lingering longer than necessary. “I had no idea that they even knew someone as exquisite as—ow!”

You watch, stupefied, as Daiki’s features twist in pain. He’s still shaking Mitsuri’s hand, but it doesn’t look like she’s gripping it that hard. When he goes to yank his hand away, though, he meets resistance. Mitsuri has yet to break a sweat, her face a kind and serene mask.

“Oops, sorry about that,” she says, releasing his hand. Daiki immediately cradles it to his chest. “I swear, I don’t know my own strength sometimes!”

He stammers, managing to reply, “I-It’s fine. It d-didn’t hurt that much.” It clearly did. You have to bite your bottom lip to not burst out laughing, shoulders shaking with mirth. “Anyway, I…I should go and see where my girlfriend went.”

“Ah, alright,” Mitsuri says, but he’s already stumbling away, nearly tripping in his haste to leave. “It was nice meeting you!”

“Later, Daiki!” you call after him between chortles. You turn to your saviour, marveling at her. “I, um. I don’t even know how to thank you.” Somehow, she’d managed to turn your miserable evening into the best one you’ve had in a long time.

She smiles. It’s genuine, and nothing like the saccharine one she’d aimed at your ex. “Oh, there’s no need for that!” The smile transforms into a frown. Privately, you think it’s a shame. “I overheard the rude things he was saying to you, and I just couldn’t stand by. What a horrible person!”

You wince, recalling the conversation you’d been having with your ex. “That’s…an understatement. I have no idea why I stayed with him for so long.” You laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”

Mitsuri’s brows pucker. You’re taken aback by her reaching out and grabbing your hands. “I may not know what happened between you two, but I know this much: you are not pathetic. If anything, he’s pathetic for having abused your love.”

Unsure what to say, you stare down at your joined hands. Her thumb runs along your knuckles soothingly, before she squeezes your hands. You think back to how she had done the same to Daiki. With you, though, she’s exceedingly gentle.

“Thanks,” you whisper thickly. “Really. For helping me out.”

“No problem.” When you glance up, she’s smiling once more. “If you still want to thank me properly, though, why don’t you keep me company for a while?”

You flush. “Are you, um, sure? I’m really not much of a party person…”

“That’s okay!” she says breezily. “I don’t mind at all. I just want to get to know my partner better.”

Her partner? At your disbelieving stare, she giggles and winks. Her merriment makes you huff out a quiet laugh. You nod, smiling to yourself when she excitedly pulls you into the crowd with her.

Her hand remains clasped in yours for the rest of the evening.

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cheshirecaine · 4 years

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Amor fati (AO3 link here)

The one time running an errand for Ran worked out for Gin. Who'd have guessed? // Mundane/Modern AU

Bleach GinIchi oneshot under 1k. No warnings, just fluff. Enjoy!

Full fic below~

Gin parted two ornate hardbacks. He blinked at the shadowed chasm behind them, void of the prize he knew they guarded. He fished an arm in behind the row of books, rummaging till flesh hit hard cloth. He tugged free his elusive catch and flipped through, enjoying a private smile while nobody could see, before he strode off gamely.

Students had littered the desks earlier but the herd thinned when the sun dropped. Lacking its warmth, the indoor lights were a nuisance too, blinking enough they gave Gin a headache. He was only here for Ran’s scarf – (“Please, I forgot it after Shuuhei came to study.” “Do the kids call snog fests study seshes now?” “Ah, fuck off.”) – while she headed into town for her date. No student of sound mind condemned themselves to wasting an eleven on a Friday here willingly.

Except for that one, crammed into a booth. A classic meal deal of frenziedly scrawled notes, laptop and bouncing skinny-jeaned legs. A redhead poured into a slim, grey V-neck jumper and armed with a viciously stern glare. He scribbled on a post-it, stuck his biro between his teeth and battered away at the text brick on his screen with the kind of ferocity you reserved for fighting God.

Gin slowed to a stop at his shoulder, overly conscious of his shadow cascading across the desk. Awkward seconds crawled by but he went unnoticed. So he dropped the book on a heap of paper and strolled away.

“Oh fu-!” The pen clattered as it hit the laptop keys and its owner scrambled. “Hey. Hey, excuse me!”

He bolted after Gin, who had done a shit job at escaping. “How did you-? I mean, Ichigo. Wait, no.” He squeezed the ridge between his eyes and sighed. “Clearly, I’ve been staring at my essay too long. I meant to say, I’ve been looking for that book for ages. I have no clue how you found it, but thank you. I’m Ichigo by the way.”

“. . . Gin.”

“Gin.” His name spilling from those lips set Gin’s knees trembling. “Thank you again, Gin.”

“It wasn’t a hassle.”

“Wasn’t a-!” Ichigo paused to slowly breathe in. “You don’t understand. I’ve been looking for this book for three days! Criticising it is the bulk of my argument. There are no digital copies and nobody ever took it out until this week. You’re missing how much you’ve saved me! And my essay. And maybe my degree, but definitely my dignity.”

(Ichigo was, tragically, not kidding about that last part. If he couldn’t trounce Uryuu this year, he took the baton of a dinner out for Ryuuken’s birthday. Christ knew the Ishidas needed some chill. Otherwise, plan B: tricking his dad into going instead.)

“I didn’t quote a line I needed and I cut those paragraphs, but now, I can stick them back in. I’m done. So I can’t let you go without thanking you.”

Ran always told Gin he was allergic to sincerity. (It was why her every Christmas gift came with a dollop of teasing.) Gin couldn’t process a happy . . . really hot guy clasping at his wrists like they were a lifering. There was only one thing he could do – emote nothing.

“It was behind some . . . books I was looking at. I saw you searching the shelves the other day and took a guess.”

Only a slight lie. Gin had been an aisle down and heard talking:

“Shove it somewhere and let’s go! I’ve got a party to crash and I won’t let him get away with pawing at Nel again.”

“Did she tell you that was a problem or are you just jealous?”

“Can it, Tesla! We gotta move.”

And later, he meandered by right as Ichigo’s knees crumpled to the floor, letting him peer under the shelves with his head against the carpet. The plastic dust jackets squealed as Ichigo took a final stab and checked behind a row of books, but he walked away while Gin travelled down the narrow aisle. Gin only realised the connection after seeing him again.

And now with Ichigo’s item returned to him, the universe was in balance or something.

“Sorry, this is probably a lot right now. I’m just really, really tired. I’ll buy you a coffee. Tomorrow.” Ichigo looked at his watch, looked at Gin, looked back at his watch again. “Uh, I mean the other tomorrow?”

“Because you’ll be dead in the morning.” Ran was going to check Gin over for signs he’d been bodysnatched. But with how heavy Ichigo’s eyes were, it was easier to side-step time with a guy that actually appealed to him. “You should finish your essay and go to sleep. It’ll be Saturday soon anyway.”

“True. But I still wanna ask you out.”

Gin’s slow blink failed to express the stampeding of his heart towards a fierce crescendo.

“Coffee’s a good start- Way? No.” He chuckled at himself endearingly. “A good way to get to know someone you might like. And I think I like you already. So, it’s coffee. Sunday?” He was lurching backwards before Gin could muster his thoughts – his presence was so commanding, Gin forgot he was clinging to consciousness with a fusion of effort and deadline pressure.

“If you’re done by midnight, I’ll take you to my regular. In the afternoon. They have comfy sofa chairs to slump on.”

“Marry me.”

“I only marry finishers.” Gin swept Ran’s scarf around his shoulders and strutted for a seat by the entrance.

Ichigo grinned, keen and tigerish. “Give me twenty minutes.”

fin

#ginichi day 2020 #ginichi day #bleach #fic #my work #gin ichimaru #ichigo kurosaki

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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,764

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Chapter 33: Tomorrow

“I hope tomorrow will be different from today...”

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Occasionally there were things better left unsaid in life. This applied to every soul that could be counted, especially among people. Never tell the woman you were seeing that her ass looked fat despite how many times she asked. Never mouth off to someone who could kick the shit out of anyone who dared to cross them without batting an eyelash. Never reveal bedroom secrets to someone who had their eye keenly on someone else’s bedroom partner.

Yes, some things were better left unsaid and sometimes there were simply no words for what a person may have wanted to say. Keeping lips sealed was often for the best.

Jungkook kept his lips zip-lock tight the day Eden came home from work. She had “the look” on her face – the one that practically screamed ‘I’m deep in thought so don’t fucking disturb me’. He’d been waiting on her for nearly an hour, wanting to surprise her since he finished work early for the day.

He wordlessly tried to take the groceries from her, but she refused. Instead, she insisted that he reach into her coat pocket for her keys. When he did, however, he was surprised to see that it wasn’t the set of keys he was used to seeing. The brass key was replaced with a stainless steel one and attached to it was a single keychain with a cartoonish looking puppy on it – its expression reminiscent of one of the faces Jungkook often made when he was pouting.

She waited for him to open the door, but the shock was too much. The meaning behind it was way more for him to process at that moment. When Eden shouted at him to open the door, he nervously slid the key into the lock and almost broke it in the jam. Finally, he opened it and quickly took the groceries from her, shuffling inside and almost tripping out of his shoes. She laughed when he tried to give the key back to her, brushing past him to head into the kitchen. Jungkook smiled, putting the key into his pocket.

Neither of them said anything as they pushed around in the cramped kitchen, trying to put things up without getting in each other’s way. They were mostly successful and when he tried to grab her hand, Eden ignored him and started stripping out of her street clothes while fumbling for her shower things. Jungkook couldn’t keep the goofy smile off his face when he noticed her rosy cheeks, laughing and grabbing for her. He spun her around until he felt he might be sick. He kissed her hard, refusing to allow her to make it to the shower. Not before he made love to her on the floor.

Twice.

When he’d thoroughly worn her out, he laughed and rubbed at his sore shoulder from the punch he’d received from her. But it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

After they showered, Eden shuffled around in the kitchen and made dinner. Nothing fancy. Just a large pot of ramen with some chicken mandu thrown into it as an afterthought. For a moment, all Jungkook could do was stare at her; considering every movement and drinking in her presence. He loved the way she was in that moment: hair disheveled and loosely wavy, her clothes clean but torn and askew – as if she’d fumbled from the bed and walked into a thrift store to pick out her threads at random.

When they finished, he offered to do the dishes, but she insisted on doing them herself. Eden’s bare feet shuffled around on the polished wooden floor and every so often he could see the tattoo on her left thigh peeking out from under the hem of the extra-large shirt she wore. There was no way to explain why it was sexy, it just was.

Moo Shin, he thought, reading the hangul tattoo, Heaven’s warrior.

“I’m going out to smoke,” she said while drying her hands with a kitchen towel. She grabbed both her pack of cigarettes and lighter off the counter, shoving them into her pocket.

Jungkook stood up, grabbing one of the large fleece throw blankets off the couch and followed her. The nights were still a bit chilly, even heading into Spring, and he didn’t want her getting sick. Her hair was still wet.

She sat down on the perch of the roof, knees curled up to her chest, before lifting the lighter up to her cigarette. Jungkook took a seat behind her, wrapping the blanket around them both, before curling her close against his body. She was struggling with the lighter and he reached out, taking it from her and igniting it smoothly with one flick of his thumb. Waiting for her to inhale her first drag of pleasure, Jungkook moved to rest his chin on her left shoulder. Eden turned her head slightly to keep the smoke from his eyes and he smiled. While he often nagged her to quit smoking, he appreciated the little things she did to keep it from bothering him. Not that it did, but he never actually told her that.

“Jungkook-ah,” came her voice, gruff but the tone was soft, “do you want to keep living in the city?”

Smoke pillowed from her nostrils and he felt his left brow quirk slightly, his thumb pressing into her skin as it rolled under her shirt. He didn’t say anything. It was a question that was slightly jarring, and he took comfort in her warmth and scent in order to get his bearings.

It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t occurred to him before. City life was exciting, sure, and there were merits to living in the city. But there were days when he dreamed about returning to Hwaseong. It was country enough that he could see the stars and enjoy them, but small town enough that he wasn’t struggling or yearning for modern conveniences that made life easier.

Shifting while pulling her closer against him, Jungkook urged her silently to turn her body so that her legs were resting on the safer side of the roof’s perch. Eden looked up at him, cigarette poking out from between her lips while raising her brows curiously at him. His hands moved so he could cup her cheeks inside his palms.

“If you want to stay, then I want to stay. If you want to go, then I’ll go with you.”

He watched Eden’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by his answer. It was a simple one. Jungkook knew she was successful enough to pick up her business and move it wherever she wanted. If she struggled financially with that kind of move, then Jungkook knew he could pick up the slack. His brothers spent the better part of a decade making sure that he never had to spend his money unnecessarily.

“So honestly, Noona, that’s a question I should be asking you ,” he said softly, smiling down at her.

“Jungkook…”

“I’ve been alone for most of my life. Until I met my brothers, I didn’t have anyone. My parents didn’t want me, and I’ve always had to fend for myself. I moved to Seoul because that’s what the others wanted.” His smile fell a fraction and he felt his brows furrow. “…because I didn’t want to be alone.”

He shifted slightly, meeting her gaze, and Jungkook could feel his heart slamming viciously against his chest. Her eyes reflected the night sky, the amber colors of the streetlights giving them an ethereal umber glow. He reached out to grab her cigarette, disregarding it with a toss. She could yell at him after, but right now, at that moment, Jungkook wanted to kiss her and it was in the way. His kiss was not gentle, but possessive and borderline desperate as he claimed her mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue.

He didn’t want to share with her how much all of this meant to him. Not yet. It was still too new. Too fragile. It could be taken away before it truly began. Jungkook never wanted to be able to love her more than in the moment she’d first opened her heart to him, offering to simply be together in the here and now. To trust one another.

How could he tell her that? How could he tell her that he wanted to love her but also wanted to keep her for himself? Jungkook knew how independent she was and how determined she was to continue walking the path she chose for herself.

Would she allow him to walk beside her beyond the present? Beyond tomorrow?

Jungkook couldn’t help but dread every tomorrow that would pass.

Growling softly, he pulled back – sucking her lower lip in the process and releasing it only after he nipped it red and swollen. She breathed softly over his cheeks, smelling like spearmint and nicotine, and he grinned. Eden drove him to the brink. He’d said it before and felt there wasn’t a need to say it again. Instead, Jungkook drug one heavy palm down her side and pressed it between her thighs, flicking his wrist so that he was firmly holding the area he wanted to violate. She did this to him. Made his brain turn to shit and amped his body up for a lot of "mine" fucking. No one could blame him for it.

“This is your fault,” he muttered while grinning, leaning forward so that his mouth brushed lightly against her own, “you should take responsibility.”

He pressed his palm against her again, waiting for that soft little gasp that he loved to hear. He knew she would tell him no, but getting a rise out of her was almost as sweet as getting the green light. And when she said no and finished smoking her cigarette, they would go back inside to finish Empress Ki while cuddled up together on the bed. She would be revved up and distracted with wanting him, feigning sleepiness just to be mean.

But Jungkook knew she wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. She’d pounce and when she did, he would claim every inch of her until she was well spent. And as Eden slept for real, he would whisper to her how he really felt. About how much he loved her, how much she felt like home, and how he wanted to build something meaningful with her beyond tomorrow.

Nothing would be held back.

Seoul – Myeongdong; Jung District South Korea

The city was so loud.

There wasn’t a single instance of silence that could be had. Especially at night. Jungkook hated the city at night. The stars couldn’t be seen and there was so much white noise from the jumbled conversations that muffled around on the streets in conjunction with the ambient sounds from the city.

The parks in the city, thankfully, were a little bit quieter. Jungkook could tolerate the murmured sounds of metropolitan activity when surrounded by trees and nature trails. He sat down on a bench under one of the cherry trees. In a few months, the petals would be a soft pink. Dozens upon dozens of tourists came to take photographs while the locals simply enjoyed the landscape. A sign that winter was finally ending soon.

The bitter chill of everything dying would have renewed vigor knowing that a warm breath of life would follow suit.

“There’s at least one good thing about all of this,” said a voice nearby.

Jungkook lifted his head, peering into the face of Lee Jooheon. He flashed him his trademark dimpled smirk and Jungkook gave a half-scoff in response. Raising one brow, he watched Jooheon plop down onto the bench beside him.

“Oh yeah,” he asked, both of them leaning back in tandem, “what’s that?”

“I don’t have to fuck you up for wandering into our turf.”

“Fuck off,” Jungkook said dismissively, “you’re the one who told me to meet you here in the first place.”

“I know,” Jooheon replied simply, shrugging one shoulder as he rested one arm along the back of the bench, “but that’s because you aren’t some chicken shit. I knew you’d come.” He turned to peek at Jungkook. “You would have come even if you were still a Golden Jackal.”

Jungkook felt his lips press together in a thin line. “I’m still a Golden Jackal, Joo Hyung,” he said, tone even, “that hasn’t changed.”

Jooheon raised a brow at him. “Oh yeah?” He laughed. “Well, that makes oneof you.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that you’re all a bunch of toothless mutts now.”

Jungkook’s arm shot forward, fist curled and aimed to strike. Knuckles smashed into knuckles as Jooheon’s own fist collided with his. Nerves twitched as the two of them pressed their own weight against the other, bodies shifted toward one another. Jooheon’s smirk still held but Jungkook was far from amused, their arms trembling from the amount of force pressing against each other.

“I guess you’re still the Steel Claw after all,” he said, almost laughing.

Nothing about this amused Jungkook at all. “You’re lucky I don’t rip your spine out for what you did to Eden.”

Jooheon pouted, adding an extra bit of force behind his knuckles to push Jungkook’s arm back a bit. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who did it. That was Minhyuk Hyung.”

“Don’t fucking play word games with me, Yellow Jacket.” The honorific was dropped, replaced with his alias. Jooheon’s expression changed from a playful pout to an actual frown. “As far as I’m concerned, you Jade Fangs are all one and the same.”

Both Jooheon and Jungkook thrust their arms out, breaking the connection and effectively ending the mini strength match they were having. While Jungkook brushed his hair out of his eyes, Jooheon frowned and shook his hand a few times. When he stood, Jungkook followed suit and the two of them remained just a couple of feet away from each other. They continued to stare, not wanting to give off any sign of weakness. They may have dissolved the group, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t still carry himself like a Golden Jackal.

Jooheon could see that now.

Scoffing, Jooheon pivoted on his heels while stuffing his hands into his pockets. Jungkook relaxed a bit, but immediately felt his spine go rigid when his old friend turned around to look back at him.

“Changkyun-ah was serious when he gave that offer to Hoseok Hyung,” he said, craning his neck to face the sky, “and if you guys aren’t going to come back, there’s a chance you’ll try to interfere.”

“Interfere with what, Jooheon?”

“Some advice? You all should leave this city.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Jooheon lowered his head, his gaze shifting back to look at him.

“Leave, Jungkook-ah, while we still just consider you eyesores.”

“Ha!” Jungkook half laughed, half scoffed – a single brow raising in question. “Yeah, right.”

This time it was Jooheon who narrowed his eyes. “I’m serious.”

“And why should we?�� Jungkook slowly folded his arms across his chest. “Why the hell should I even listen to you?”

“Because whether you remember it or not, we were friends once, Jungkook-ah. If you don’t want to be part of this anymore, I’d rather you not get swept up in the shit-storm that is brewing. And trust me when I tell you that it is coming.”

Jungkook watched Jooheon turn and began walking away, holding one hand up in farewell.

“Consider it a parting gift from an old friend, Jeon Jungkook. Whatever happens after this, just know it isn’t personal.”

He waited until he could no longer see Jooheon before finally falling back onto the bench. Even though he hadn’t done it, Jungkook felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He heard from Namjoon Hyung that a deal was placed on the table in front of Hoseok Hyung, but he didn’t take it. He refused to let their goals be obscured or smeared over someone else’s ambitions.

Pulling out his phone, he looked at the lock screen to spy the time. Instead of paying attention to the actual time, he focused on the picture he took with Eden. They were both smiling. She’d been obstinate about not wanting to take the picture until his own stubbornness had her relenting. It was the first time he got her to smile freely.

His brows knit together harshly as his grip on the phone tightened.

…did we make a mistake?

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Love Endless (The Road to Recollection) by wubwubnparmaham

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Vampire Harry, #Vampire Zayn, #Ancient Roman! Harry, #1970s, #Homophobia, #Homophobic Language, #Abuse, #Bullying, #Piano, #gothic mansion, #Mystery, #Dom Harry, #Top Harry, #Sub Louis, #Bottom Louis, #Blood Drinking, #Bloodplay, #identity crisis, #Historically Inaccurate

Summary: The year is groovy 1973, and eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson is perhaps the gayest teen to ever grace the gloomy, hateful town of Fortwright. Would be fine if he wasn't so viciously bullied at both home and school for such a "harmful" sexual preference.

Yeah, yeah, we've all heard this story, haven't we? Believe him, Louis didn't think he was anything special either.

Until he found the mansion. The notoriously haunted mansion hidden deep within the forests of his tiny blip of a town in Bumfuck Nowhere, Idaho. No one with a brain ever goes near it, but Louis could use a little excitement in his life...and possibly a Band-Aid or two.

After discovering the mansion was less abandoned than he'd thought, he's now left with the most riveting mystery of a lifetime; every new finding leaving him with more questions. Who is this elusive owner, and why won't they show themselves? Why is there a set of journals in the same handwriting that span over centuries? Why in the world is there a padlock on the refrigerator...and who the hell is Alexander?

Among the Humans by thecheshirepussycat

Additional Tags: #Vampires, #Gothic Romance, #Explicit Sexual Content, #Blood Drinking, #Romance, #Suicidal Thoughts (mentioned), #Graphic Mentions of Blood/Blood Drinking, #Werewolves

Summary: A gothic, modern day vampire romance between a young human named Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles, ancient vampire and gentleman.

Creatures of the night come with more trouble than they wish to make it seem.

The Fragmented Veil by missberrycake

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Non-Graphic Violence, #vampire!Harry, #Vampire!Zayn, #vampire!niall, #Minor Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, #vampire!Louis, #Minor Character Death

Summary: In which Louis gets attacked one night in the dark. It changes his life, just not in the way he expected.

Written In The Stars by alex4968

Additional Tags: #Slow Build, #Vampires, #Blood, #Mild Gore, #Human Louis, #Vampire Zayn, #Vampire Liam, #Vampire Harry, #Human Niall, #inequality within society, #Vampire AU, #Eventual Smut, #Top!Harry, #bottom!Louis, #Harry is kind of an asshole at first, #but I promise he gets better, #he's just confused, #He was raised differently than Zayn was, #Dark Plot, #Explicit Sexual Content, #Spanking, #Rimming, #Hand Jobs, #harry has some... daddy vibes, #rape mention (doesn't happen but tagging just in case)

Summary: It was so different - the complete opposite of everything Louis had ever expected about finally being placed into the real world. Zayn defied every single thing he'd ever been told about vampires, about how he was supposed to be treated. This was nothing like what he'd expected.

[or: Zayn's the third oldest vampire in the world and found himself searching out the company of a human, so he took Louis as his keep. His maker Harry doesn't approve.]

Give Me a Memory I Can Use by harioandlouigi

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Vampire Harry, #Human Louis, #Science, #Fluff and Smut, #Angst, #Minor Character Death, #Vampire Liam, #Vampire Niall, #Vampire Zayn, #Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Louis is a brilliant, yet broke PhD student, Harry’s a pretentious and arrogant vampire, and first impressions have never been more deceiving.

Or the one where Louis and Harry will always have Rome. And San Francisco. And London. And each other.

Bite by Tita

Additional Tags: #Vampires, #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Vampire Harry, #Vampire Hunter Louis, #Rimming, #Smut, #Light Bondage, #Rope Bondage, #Biting, #Anal Sex, #Anal Fingering, #Power Play, #Some Plot, #Clubbing, #Blood Drinking

Summary: “I’m going to hunt you for real now, Harry,” Louis whispers.

“If this,” Harry says, rolling his hips so that they rub against where Louis is most definitely still hard, “is what you mean by hunting, then count me in, babe.”

Louis is a vampire hunter, and Harry is too happy being his prey.

Waiting On You by emma1234

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Vampire Harry, #Detective Harry, #Human Louis, #Teacher Louis, #Blood Drinking, #Violence, #Human Trafficking, #Fluff, #Angst, #Smut, #Anal Sex, #Rimming, #Blow Jobs, #Hand Jobs, #Light Bondage, #Dom/sub Undertones, #Happy Ending

Summary: “Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

read you for some kind of poem by mentalistecbm

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - High School, #Alternate Universe - Vampire

Summary: He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

Carnelian by thewherethefislouisface (theycallmelolo)

Additional Tags: #human!Louis, #vampire!Harry, #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Blood Drinking, #Eventual Smut, #some plot in there too!, #Liam is a doctor sorta...Sophia too, #a tad angst..., #and also Louis' whole family is one in an AU... his mother and sister, #there is minor character death that happened before this story....

Summary: “It’s a donor matching center for humans and vampires.”

“Vampires.” Louis snorts. “Like pretend vampires, like for people who think they are vampires?”

The humor clearly lost on Zayn as he answers calmly, “No, real vampires.”

“There’s no such thing as vampires.” Louis rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking with me or something.” Louis flicks his cigarette to the ground.

“I’m not.” Zayn speaks, his tone harsh and deeper than Louis remembers. “There are vampires all around you. We are quite civilized beings. We have careers, business, and we enjoy nights out on the town just like humans do. We aren’t savages. We blend in with the rest of the world. However, no advancement in science has fixed our one problem that makes us different than humans...We still need blood to live and we love it fresh from the source.”

Louis finds himself donating blood to the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent by patdkitten

Additional Tags: #Alternate Universe - Fantasy, #Alternate Universe - Vampire, #Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, #Vampire Harry, #Witch Louis, #Alternate Universe - Magic, #Top Harry, #Bottom Louis, #Louis has a cat

Summary: Louis spins a finger in midair, like he’s indicating someone to turn around, staring pointedly at Liam as the faucet turns itself on and the can rinses itself in the sink behind him. Liam, moon burn him, doesn't rise to the bait, choosing instead to lean back on his stool and wrapping his hands around his own mug.

“Anyway, like I was saying and that you were ignoring, there's this new club near my school and I want you to go with me. Could do you some good, getting out once in awhile.”

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

I Can Feel It (Larry Vampire AU) by Casifist

Additional Tags: #Power Bottom Louis, #Smut, #vampireAU, #Cancer, #Death, #Happy Ending, #Angst, #Anal Sex, #Blow Jobs, #Strangers to Lovers, #Anal Fingering, #harry's a vampire, #Fluff, #One Shot, #louis has cancer, #I'm really sorry, #harry's like 323, #don't worry no one is dead at the end

Summary: "I can't be the reason you die," Harry whimpers.

"You could be the reason I live." Louis smiles, trying to convince Harry, and for a second, Harry looks like he's contemplating it. That look quickly escapes from his face, and Harry shakes his head.

"If I kill you, I've got to live with that forever."

"If you save me, you get to live with me forever," Louis begs.

OR the one where Louis's incredibly sick, and Harry could be his one shot at survival.

I Will Never Rust by stylez

Additional Tags: #harry's a vampire, #and louis plays football, #harry also writes poems,#and he's in a frat, #there's a lot of bad jokes, #and sometimes harry's a little rude, #THE LIRRY IS PAST LIRRY, #Oral Sex, #Blow Jobs, #Anal Sex, #Anal Fingering, #Drinking, #Blood Drinking, #Rimming, #Vampire Harry, #Bottom Louis

Summary: What was Harry meant to say? Yes Louis, I’d date you. I want to make you come repeatedly so that must mean I have a thing for you yeah? No. Because it doesn’t mean that, because Harry refuses to get attached to anyone he wants to fuck.

Harry wants to suck more than just Louis’ blood but Louis refuses to sleep with Count Dickula.

#larry #larry fic rec #larrie fic rec #fic rec #vampire au #larrie #bottom louis #top harry #vampire harry #harry #louis #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry styles/louis tomlinson #harry/louis

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fantastic-fandom-imagines · 7 years

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Antarctic Lockers

Fandom: Hamilton (Modern! AU)

Character: Alexander Hamilton

Warnings: None that I can really think of, Fluff, Awkwardness, Possible secondhand embarassment, possible OOCness,

Summary: Your brother, Thomas, walks in on your and Alexander sharing a somewhat steamy moment.

Word Count: 1270

“Alex, please!” You shouted, running into the kitchen and leaping behind the island. “Thomas should be back any minute! You have to go!”

Alexander stepped into the room and mockingly placed his hands on his hips. “Whaat? Is THE Y/N Jefferson kicking me out of her house? I can’t believe this! Hmm… guess I’ll have to break out my best defense, then…” Then, as quietly as he could, he crossed the kitchen floor with his hands at the ready. He stood off to the right side of the island, and aimed for the small area on the other side. Sure that you hadn’t heard him walk over, he threw his coat into the floor.

You heard the coat land on the floor, though you hadn’t realized what it was. Without thinking, you took off from behind the counter and ran for the opposite side, where you were positive Alexander was not standing.

You were wrong.

You were so completely and inexplicably wrong.

You immediately collided with what had – at the time – felt like a brick wall. Arms closed around you, and you felt yourself be lifted off of the floor and thrown over the brick wall’s – I mean, Alexander’s – shoulder. You kicked and twisted in his arms, but he held a strong grip on you.

“Alexander!” You whined playfully. “Let me go, damn it!”

Alex chuckled and shook his head. “Nah, I think I have a better idea.”

“Alex, don’t you dare-”

Without warning, your captor threw you onto the couch. You let out a cry of surprise, and quickly tried to jump up and make a run for it. Long story short, you were way too slow. Within seconds, Alexander was practically straddling your waist to keep you down on the couch.

“Alex, do you know how pissed my brother would be if he walked in to see this?”

Alexander threw his head back in laughter. “Your brother? I think he’d mostly be trying to kick my ass, not yours. Besides, I could take him with one hand behind my back.”

You rolled your eyes, “Really, Alex? Because I remember you trying one time… it didn’t turn out very well.”

Alex paled and shook his head. “No, no, I was tired. That doesn’t count.”

“Alex, you locked yourself in your own locker for hours because no one would get you out. You had to wait for me to walk all over the school looking for you. I almost had a heart attack, man, I thought God was going to kick my ass or something, but it was just you! Stuck in a locker!”

“Oh my god, seriously, Y/N, you agreed to never speak about that again! I can’t believe this act of betrayal! I’m in physical pain!”

“Alex, seriously! Thomas will kick both our asses if he finds you here- Shit!”

Alex suddenly lunged forward, digging his fingers into your sides viciously. You screamed in surprise, and struggled to catch your breath through the giggles.

“A-Alex!” You cried out, twisting and turning in a failed attempt to shove him off. Your face turned blood red, and tears fell down your cheeks. “U-Uncle! Uncle,” you gasped, trying to find a way to kick the man off of you.

Alexander was relentless, however. After what seemed like hours, he finally stopped. “My name isn’t uncle, It’s Alexander!” He exclaimed, placing his hand over his heart in fake offense.

“Alex!”

“Is that the word of the day?”

“Isn’t it always?”

Alexander chucked and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “How about we make it the word of the night, too?” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced at him, and then grinned.

“How about you shut the hell up and kiss me already.”

Alexander opened his mouth wide mockingly. “What if your brother shows up? Y/N, he’d beat both our asses.”

“Fuck you.”

“As you wish.”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the princess-bride-quoting-asshole™ closer. Then you practically smashed your lips against his once more. He froze for a moment, not used to you taking charge, but quickly melted into the kiss. Unfortunately, it was cut short by the door slamming open.

“Wh… What the fuck Hamilton, get the hell off of my sister!”

The two of you jumped in surprise, and Alexander quickly scrambled off of you, toward the other side of the couch.

You turned to the door, your cheeks as bright as a tomato as Thomas stomped into the room. Uh oh. He was pissed.

“You know, I’d rather not have the two of you doing it on my damn couch. Couldn’t you at least have the decency to do it somewhere else? Like your room? The Closet? A locker, maybe?”

“T-Thomas, hey, how are you doing, man? It’s been a while…”

“Alexander. You know, I honestly don’t know what to say here. Y/N, do you have an explanation?”

Alex turned his attention to you, and suddenly you felt like the pressure to not say something wrong was weighing you down. “W-Well…” you stuttered, “I uh… Thomas, I really like him. I mean, like, a lot. And I have for a while…”

Thomas put his hands on his hips, almost like a mother scolding her children. “And when did this start? Y/N, you always tell me everything, why wouldn’t you tell me about this?”

“It started a few months ago, during a study date… it sort of turned out to be more of a date than we expected. I was afraid how you’d react.”

“Afraid?”

Alexander, for some reason unknown to you, decided to jump in. Then again, you were really happy about it this time. “Listen, Thomas, you’re her brother. She loves you, you know? But we do fight a lot, and Y/N didn’t want that to uh… seep into your relationship. She was afraid that you would hate her or wouldn’t let her see me. I kept trying to get her to tell you, but she wouldn’t.” Alexander sighed, and ran his hand threw his hair. “You’re her world, but we care about each other, a lot. She didn’t want to lose either of us, and…”

You bit your lip. “… and keeping it from you seemed like it would be the best option…”

Thomas shook his head. “Listen, Y/N, I never want you to feel like you need to hide something from me like this. To be honest, it’s his head I’m tempted to go after, but I probably shouldn’t. I just… ugh, man, had I known this would happen, I would’ve rehearsed something to say because honestly I don’t think I have the vocabulary for this. Y/N, you’re a senior in high school. I’m sure you can take care of yourself, so I’ll leave you to your choices. But Alexander?”

You smiled in excitement and turned to Alex, struggling to keep from bouncing up and down like a child. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“You even think of hurting my baby sister, and you’re going to have to find a locker in Antarctica to hide from me. Got it?”

You stifled a laugh while Alexander paled. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’m going to bed, long day at work. Have fun, and for the love of God, use protection.”

Alexander stiffened, his face turning almost as red as yours. Once Thomas left and headed upstairs, you leapt forward and gave Alexander a celebratory kiss. “You were right,” you whispered, putting your foreheads together.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “What about?”

“He’d definitely only go after your ass. I’m safe.”

“Oh come ‘ere, you!”

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cleaning fluff

I wanted to write fluff over the weekend, and @faslaidir requested cleaning related fluff, and since today seems like a day in dire need of fluff I’ve decided to post it. Modern!Thedas AU with our OT3 Three Day Weekend because why not.

Ari/Kate/Cullen, PG-13. Sex is vaguely mentioned a few times.

Kate takes a moment to appreciate the sight of Ari in shorts, halfway under the sink, but is a bit confused by the bucket of cleaning supplies to her left. She came in none too quietly, but Ari still seems to be oblivious to her presence, humming along to whatever Tevinter music she has blasting in the living room. Kate drops her bag on the table, taking a step closer before making her presence known.

“…what the fuck are you doing?”

Ari curses loudly when she knocks her head against the bottom of the sink and crawls backwards out from under it, rubbing her head as she glowers up at Kate, standing above her with her arms crossed.

“I’m cleaning,” Ari says, holding up her rubber gloved hands, scrub brush held in one of them. “What else would I be doing under there?”

“You’re scrubbing the cupboard under the sink,” Kate says flatly, staring at her skeptically. “Why the fuck are you scrubbing the cupboard under the sink?”

Ari clambers up, grabbing the bucket in which she’d dumped everything that she had pulled out from the cupboard before sitting cross legged on the floor.

“Mia and Jamie are coming for dinner tomorrow,” she says by way of explanation, carefully arranging boxes of tools and cleaning supplies under the sink.

“I know, I’m coming too. And?” Kate says, pulling a chair off of the table so she can sit down on it.

“And their place is spotless,” Ari says, brandishing an electric drill at Kate. “They have two little ones and yet every time I’ve been there everything is sparkling. There’s not even any dust on the shelves!”

“Jamie is also a stay at home dad, and Mia has that bizarre military sense of neatness. You and Cullen both work full time,” she responds, trying to soothe her. “And I don’t understand how any of this led to you thinking that cleaning the cupboard under the kitchen sink was priority. Besides, they’re Cullen’s bloody siblings, shouldn’t he be the one cleaning?”

Ari sighs loudly, shoving a curl that’s escaped her bun back into place. She gets up, slamming the door shut in the process, and turns so she can lean against the sink.

“He’s the one who was so nervous about this whole thing. I had the cleaner come early this week, but apparently that wasn’t enough. He was halfway through bleaching every surface in the bathroom when he got called away for a work emergency. He made those anxious puppy eyes at me and promised me all sorts of things if I finished cleaning, so now I have his anxiety and cleaning duties,” she explains, snapping her gloves. “And Attis always went on anxiety fuelled cleaning sprees and I hired someone to help me out with it pretty much as soon as he moved out, so I have no idea what I’m doing. I mopped the kitchen though! That’s a good step, right?”

“…so you’ve spent your day off scrubbing the damn floor because Cullen has anxiety and offered you sexual favours,” Kate sums up, and rubs her face. “I can’t believe that out of anyone he could have asked, he picked the person who decided that the most suitable course of action was to let the bees living in the piano stay there.”

“Not evicting the piano bees was a mutual decision,” Ari countered, pulling off her gloves. “Now are you going to just sit there and watch me clean, or are you going to help?”

Kate pretended to think it through, giving Ari a chance to sit down on her lap, looping her arms around her neck.

“Please? They haven’t been here yet and you know how important it is to Cullen that they see that he’s in a good place,” she says, toying with the ends of Kate’s ponytail, “And apparently a good, stable place with needs spotless floors.”

“Your hands smell like rubber,” Kate responds, earning her a scowl from Ari. “Dammit. Fine, I’ll help clean. But only if you share those favours with me.”

Ari grins, giving Kate a quick kiss and a wicked smile.

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” she says as she hops off her lap and points to the hall closet. “There’s a vacuum in there. The rugs in the living room and the hall need vacuuming.”

“And you?”

“I have to get all the plants off of the porch piano and put them back into the bathroom now that the bleach smell has dissipated,” Ari says, gesturing to the porch. “And then sweep the porch. Want to trade?”

“Oh fuck no, you can go deal with the piano bees. I don’t think they like me,” Kate answered quickly, viciously shaking her head as she dragged the vacuum out of the closet.

“If Sera can pass out on top of the piano without any issues, they’re not going to hurt you for taking some plants down. Suit yourself though!” Ari shouted back as she headed onto the porch, returning moments later with a flower pot under each arm.

“Don’t spill dirt anywhere! I’m not vacuuming these damn carpets twice.”

Cullen shuts the door quietly behind him, toeing off his shoes and dropping his keys into the bowl by the door before stepping into the living room. Ari and Kate are napping on the sofa in a pile of blankets, a nature documentary about the Frostback Mountains playing quietly on the television in the background. Other than the pile of blankets, everything is immaculate. There are even coasters under their wine glasses. He’s smiling down at them fondly when Ari stirs, blinking awake. She smiles back at him, stretching her arms over her head.

“Hey Puppy,” she yawns, rubbing her eyes. “Emergency over? Did you bring food?”

“Of course,” he answers as Ari sits up, dislodging Kate from her shoulder so she can lean up for a kiss. “It’s the least I could do. Although when I asked for your help I certainly didn’t expect all this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place look so clean.”

“It was important to you,” Ari says, running her thumb over his jaw, tone leaving no room for argument. “We were happy to help.”

“You should see the cupboard under the sink,” Kate grumbles into a pillow. “It’s fucking spotless.”

Ari rolls her eyes, untangling herself from the blankets so she can get up, stopping to drag Kate into a sitting position. “C’mon, we’re eating on the porch. No peanut sauce on the sofa.”

When Kate stumbles onto the porch a few minutes later, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears, Cullen and Ari are already on the porch swing, takeout containers open on the table. She settles in on Cullen’s left side, feet tucked under her, and takes the box he offers to her. They eat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Ari gently rocking the swing forwards and back with one foot.

“You know they’re going to approve, right?” Kate says quietly, and Cullen gives her a soft smile.

“I think you two have guaranteed that,” he replies. “I didn’t know you could get floors to sparkle like that outside of ads.”

“And if they’re not happy with the sparkling floors, we’re charming as all fuck,” Kate says, brandishing a piece of chicken at the piano at the end of the porch. “Or you can distract them with the damn piano bees. Have you successfully taught them to read music yet?”

Cullen laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You are both undeniably charming as all fuck, and I am very thankful for you both.”

“We’ll remind you of that tomorrow when you’re stressing out over the fact that we’re both bloody useless in the kitchen and Mia and Jamie are arriving at any moment,” Kate mumbles into her noodles.

“I can chop things and you can be on salad duty,” Ari suggests.

“It is considerably more difficult to burn the kitchen down if you stay away from the stove,,” Cullen teases, and Ari jabs him with her chopsticks.

“That was one time, and was mostly Kate’s fault,” she protests. “She’s horribly distracting.”

“You certainly weren’t complaining at the time,” Kate says, lifting one eyebrow, “but I’ll be sure to keep all distractions confined to tomorrow morning.”

“Promises, promises,” Ari sighs, staring wistfully into the distance.

“…you’re both terrible,” Cullen grumbles, trying to suppress a smile.

“Yep,” Ari and Kate say in tandem, and his frown breaks into a grin as he laughs.

“If you’re distracted all morning, you’ll have no time to worry,” Ari adds, to which Kate hums an affirmative. “Besides, I believe we have some favours to cash in.”

“We? I distinctly remember offering only one of you favours in exchange for help,” Cullen protests.

“And Ari exchanged some of those favours for my help. Capitalism at it’s fucking finest.”

Cullen sighs dramatically. “Well, who am I to argue with capitalism? But no cashing in favours until the morning; I spent all day day fighting arguing with Cassandra. All I want to do is sleep.”

“Good, it feels like my arms are going to fall off. Who needs to go to the gym when you can just scrub things all day?” Ari agrees, getting up. Cullen is already cleaning up the takeout boxes when Kate makes it to her feet.

“Yes. First sleep. Favours later,” she mumbles, following Ari inside. “Best plan.”

#dragon age fic #modern thedas au #ot3 three day weekend #ariadne lavellan #cullen rutherford #kate maeng #dragon age #my fic #my writing #mine

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