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mignonricciardo · 2 years

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sore loser | pg10

I think pierre would be one of the most supportive boyfriends ever tbh... ANYWAY this was requested by a lovely anon (and I'm so sorry this is like a week late!!) please pretend that lyon lost to barca in the champions league as this does not follow the actual events of that game (allez lyonnais) [this is not edited currently, but it will be done in a few hours]

summary: you've just lost the champions league, and all you want is your boyfriend who is in another country

notes: fluff, cursing, softboy!pierre

Sweat pours down my shoulders and back, and it drips from my hairline. My white uniform sticks to skin uncomfortably. My lungs are screaming for air, and my legs burn beneath me, but with the clock winding down, my brain overpowers the physical warnings of exhaustion. The crowd is deafening, but all I can focus on is the ball sailing across the field. When a shot from our striker veers wide for the equalizer, and the crowd in red and blue cheers wildly, dread grips me.

The official reaches for her whistle, and with a loud screeching, the crowd around us erupts. The opposing team runs for each other, swinging their arms together wildly as they approach their bench and fans. I drop to the ground, exhausted physically and mentally. Disappointment buries deep in my stomach, and tears sting at the corners of my eyes. I zone out amidst the rambunctious environment, pressing my back into the cool grass as my arm slings across my eyes. Catarina approaches, trying to pull me from the grass to save face, but she only manages to get me in a sitting position on the dewy grass. Kadeisha and Christiane also approach me, patting me on the back and whispering to keep my head held high, but the winning goal had been my fault—a stupid foul in the box.

“I’m sorry, Christiane,” the angry tears start leaking from the corners of my eyes. “Fuck, it was my fault.”

Catarina tries to console me, but as she opens her mouth, Kadeisha just shakes her head at the young player. The veteran crouches down next to me, slinging an arm across my shoulders.

“It just wasn’t our night,” she says close to my ear so I can hear her. “Let’s stand up and do what we’re supposed to, though. I know you’re disappointed, hurting and pissed, and I don’t blame you. But you don’t want to be sulking and making the attention worse. Come on.”

Catarina reaches a hand out to pull me up, and I graciously accept it with a silent nod as she pulls me to my feet. The closing ceremony passes by in a blur, and I shake the hands I’m supposed to as they put the consolation medal around my neck. I want to rip it off as soon as it touches my skin, and by the time Barca is getting their medals, I’m pulled into Christiane’s side. I walk stiffly off the pitch from cramps that hadn’t been stretched out, and I send a wave to fans in white, grateful for their unwavering support. Even in their disappointment, and surely resentment, they clap for us as we approach the bench. I hear Barcelona’s celebrations still raging at the opposite end of the tunnel. The locker room is despondent, and even as my teammates approach me to pat me on the back and assure me it was okay, I can’t help but feel helpless.

I’m proud of you, mon ange

you never quit

Pierre’s name appeared on my phone, and my waves of feeling shitty and selfish continue. Pierre didn’t have a great qualifying, and I couldn’t even try to make him feel better as I grovel in my own frustration. Tears prick at my eyes again at his words, and the bus continues toward the hotel.

I’m so fucking dumb, pierre

you can’t blame yourself for this, babe. there were a million things that could’ve affected the outcome, not just the foul

I don’t make that foul, and we’re in extra time or PKs

and if you still lost there?

then at least it wasn’t my dumbass who put us there

mon ange :(

I hope you know I love you and that this will pass and that the club is lucky to have you

I love you too

I’m proud of you in today’s qualifying <3 I know the car isn’t the best but you’re trying everything

I wish I had been there tonight because one of my favorite things is watching you play

god I wish you were here too. you always know how to cheer me up

or I wish I were there… I love watching you race mon beau

call me when you’re in your room??

The bus pulls to a stop, and I make my way to my shared room. I toss my backpack next to my bed, smoothing out the team t-shirt on my shoulders. I inform my roommate I just need some alone time and that I’ll be heading to the pool. She just answers with a tired nod and don’t beat yourself up as I grab a room key and head back down the hotel hallway. I sneak past the main desk as I make my way to the outdoor pool, feet dipping into the water after I pass the closed after dusk sign. Pierre picks up after the first ring, tired face filling my phone screen.

“Hey, mon ange,” his voice is raspy, relishing in being able to use his native tongue, and tears begin to fall immediately from my eyes when I see him.

“I wish you were here,” my voice cracks as my throat throbs, the tears coming fast and fat down my cheeks. “God, this feeling is awful.”

The tears make my throat feel like it’s closing in, and I gasp for air as my head hangs low. Pierre watches with a frown, feeling helpless on the other side of the screen.

“It’ll pass, mon ange,” he coos, gentle voice barely breaking through to my ears between my cries. “I know it hurts right now, and it’s okay to sit in that pain, but it’s not forever.”

“It’s my fault, Pierre,” my throat burns as my feet dangle in the warm pool. “It’s not just losing, but it’s losing knowing that it was my fault. It was such a stupid foul, and I was just frustrated. I’ve ruined it for so many.”

He shushes my sobs, waiting for the intensity to ebb into sniffling, “There were a million things that could’ve changed the game. Not just your mistake”

I feel guilty as the thought crosses my mind, but the comment passes my lips in a mumble, “Do you have to race tomorrow? I would come out to you, but I can’t be in that city for awhile. It hurts too much.”

He laughs, knowing my comment is meant lightheartedly, “Unfortunately, I do have to race in the city that’s breaking your heart. Once I’m done, I’m flying right back to Milan. I’ll come to Lyon if you want me to.”

“Can I come meet you?” my voice is raspy as I try to recover from my cries. “Sonia is giving us a few days to clear our heads before we come back to finish the fixtures.”

“Absolutely, mon ange,” his smile is soft as his head hits the pillow behind him. “Have you talked to her?”

I nod my head, “She came to me in the locker room as it was clearing out. She made me feel a bit better, but I feel like the guilt is choking me.”

“I know, but remember how much the club believes in you,” his voice is gentle. “You’ve been through the system starting with their youth development. This doesn’t ruin anything for you or them. It’s a learning experience”

We continue talking, ignoring our increasing yawns and heavy eyes. After an hour or so, his phone begins buzzing with texts from Pyry about why his sleep tracker is showing him awake still. We both laugh at the intense trainer, but I start to feel guilty for taking up Pierre’s time when he should be asleep. The race tomorrow required him to be well-rested and attentive.

“I wish I were with you right now,” I frown, pulling my feet from the water.

“Me too,” he smirks despite the bags beneath his eyes. “There’d be less talking.”

I laugh at his comment and the way he wiggles his eyebrows, “I wish I could have a hug from you right now. They make everything better.”

“Soon, mon amour,” he smiles softly as his eyes flutter closed.

“Good luck tomorrow,” I whisper, standing from the pool deck with damp feet. “I love you.”

He responds with a quiet one back, whispering goodnight and hanging up before I step back into the hotel lobby. I sneak into my hotel room, sliding beneath the covers quietly as my roommate snores softly from her side of the room. Breakfast is quiet with most of the team still patching up their wounds from last night’s loss. The rest of the morning passes in a blur, and I pull Sonia to the side to talk to her about leaving Turin on my own. She is hesitant to agree with most of the team heading back to Lyon for their days off, but when I divulge about Pierre being in Milan, she agrees. Kadeisha’s comments about my lovestruck attitude with Pierre must help to convince her, and I quietly thank my teammate when our manager can’t hear me. I decide on the train to Milan as its the quickest route, and I only take a picture with a few fans when they notice my Lyon sweatshirt. By the time I make it to the front door of Pierre’s Italian apartment, the race is about to start. I let myself in with the spare key he gave me, and I collapse on to the couch in a heap as I put on the race.

The race ends poorly for Pierre, not making it into the points and struggling with the car and the heat. I shoot him a text after the race concludes, reminding him I love him. He responds while I’m in the shower, and I read his disappointed response after I’ve pulled one of his team t-shirts over my head. It seems neither of us were destined for a good weekend. Back in his living room, I settle for reruns of a reality show and pull a thick blanket over my legs.

The couch cushion beneath me shifts, and my eyes fly open as my heart pounds.

“It’s me,” Pierre laughs gently. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I rub my eyes, clearing away the sleep so I can look at him properly, “What are you doing here already?”

“I got out the quickest I could,” he grins. “Only have a couple days before I have to be in Monaco.”

Without another thought, my arms reach out to wrap around his neck and his hands slide around my waist. His skin is warm against mine, and I lean into his embrace so much that he falls back into the arm of the couch. He laughs as I cling to him, and I only pull away a bit when I notice the shirt he has on.

“You’re wearing my jersey?” my arms hang loosely from his shoulders as I look at the replica jersey on his chest.

He grins as he leans forward to kiss my lips, “I had to show my support for the club even after the loss. There’s pictures floating around of me wearing it in the paddock. Comments about how in love I am.”

It’s my turn to laugh as I reach for lips, “It’s pretty obvious, no?”

His fingers tug at the hem of his t-shirt on my frame, “I’d say the same for you.”

Moments of quiet pass between us, sharing gentle kisses and soft touches. My fingers work away the tension at his neck, and his larger hands rub circles over the dip of my hips. I relish in the quiet surrounding us, enjoying the intimacy of a private moment with him. The television continues quietly in the background—an episode of a reality show I had given up on watching hours ago—and Pierre’s hands continue their path along my skin.

“I’m sorry about the race,” I whisper, cheek resting against his chest.

He is quiet for a moment, fingers running through my loose hair, “I’m sorry about the game.”

“Is it going to be like this forever?” my voice is gentle.

“Not at all, mon ange,” he rasps. “You’ll take a few days to let yourself feel everything, and then you’ll get back to the pitch. I know you, and you’ll work harder than ever now.”

“I appreciate you, but that’s not what I mean,” I raise my head from his chest to look him in the eyes. “The way we can only catch each other on random off days in between games and races. It’s too hard sometimes.”

His eyes soften at my tone, especially when my voice warbles as my throat starts to burn with tears, “It’s not forever. It’s just for right now.”

“But I see where the other drivers have their partners in the paddock, or where my teammates have theirs in the stands, and it’s hard because we can’t do that for each other.”

The tears finally make their way down my face again as the emotion of the last couple days hits me again as I lay in his arms. He shushes me, kissing my forehead gently as his hands cup my face.

“I wouldn’t change it, though,” his voice is gentle. “It means we’re both still chasing our goals, mon ange. Trust me, I would do anything to be at more games, or to climb out of my car and see you waiting in the garage for me, but to do that right now means one of us is sacrificing everything we’ve worked for.”

“I know,” I sniffle, leaning into his hand against my cheek as he swipes tears away. “You just make the hard days better, and sometimes I’m selfish and want you around instead of a phone call from different time zones.”

“That’s not selfish,” he smiles with a soft laugh. “It’s just the reality with both of us as athletes. One day, when all of this is said and done, we’ll be together every day. You’ll be coaching in a youth development program, and I’ll be taking our kids to the karting track. We’ll argue over whether they’re going to be footballers or racers, but we won’t miss a single event either way. When we’re in that moment, all of this will have been worth it.”

“Are you trying to make me sob?” I cry out, hot tears coming down my cheeks even harder as my heart swells at his words

He chuckles harder this time, pressing his lips to mine gently with his hands still cupping my cheeks, “I’m just being honest with you.”

“Remind me to be a sore loser more often,” I sniffle, leaning in to press my lips to his. “It makes you extra soft and sentimental.”

“So you admit you were being a bit hard on yourself?” Pierre raises his eyebrows.

“Can we talk about this in the morning?” I feign a yawn to avoid his question. “I’d love to go to bed right now.”

“Alright, you big baby,” he grins, lifting me from the couch. “I’ll let you get away with it for now.”

He carries me to the bedroom, setting me on the bed before placing his jersey in the laundry. I grin as he slides under the sheets next to me, and his bare chest presses into my back as his arms wrap around me.

“I want to come to as many races as I can over the summer break,” I whisper as our breaths fall steady. “I want to be like all the other partners for once instead of a footballer.”

“We can make that happen,” he mumbles, leaving a kiss against my shoulder. “And I want to come to as many games as possible over the winter break. I’ll wear your jersey like a proper boyfriend. Be a sore loser again, and I’ll paint your number on my face.”

I grin at his the thought of Pierre in the stands, decked in club colors with my name on his back, “You better keep that promise.”

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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The Farmers Daughter Daryl Dixon Smut 18+

Request: Hey i really love all your stories. Could you do one where, the reader is Hershel's daughter and she has just turned 21 and she has a massive crush on Daryl. She is tired of being babied by the entire family ( they won't let her out of prison gates cause she's young) so she asks to go on a run with Daryl as her 21st bday gift. On the run she kinda seduces him and smut ensues.

Also she has kinda tried to seduce him at the prison before too (just subtle hints)

Please please take my request 🥺🥺🥺

Hey guys! Here’s my first ever story written for a request! Hope you liked the way it turned out Anon! And i hope your all having a lovely day <3

Love Jen x

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You had to admit it was a beautiful day. Looking out across the prison yard, If you ignored the walkers groaning at the fences and well... the whole end of the world thing it might have been a perfect day. Everyone was feeling safe and relaxed for the first time in a long time and enjoying the day as you would have before the end.

Approaching your dad seeing the relaxed look on his face, You’d thought this would be the perfect opportunity to ask him to let you go out on a run, You were the middle green daughter and he didn’t let you forget it. It was so unfair! He always let Maggie and Beth do whatever they wanted but kept you close by at all times wanting to teach you all he could about medicine, Treating you like nothing more than a baby even though you had just turned 21.

As always when you asked to go with Daryl his face turned to stone. “You know my feelings on this Y/N, Your much too young, Everyone has a job to do and yours is here”

“Dad please! I’ve been training, I can take care of myself. You let Beth go! She’s younger than me! Stop treating me like a child”

“Y/N that’s enough, I said no”

Knowing you wouldn’t get anything further out of him you stormed off it probably didn’t help things that you were maybe acting like a bit of a child right now. But you couldn’t help it, you were so mad! He had to know you were no longer a child. Most middle children get ignored but not you, He was more strict when it came to you, Babied you constantly. Even before the end Maggie and Beth loved it of course it meant they got away with more because he was always so focused on you.

Part of you understood why. There had been a nasty incident a few years back with a boy from school which ended in your dad having to pull a shot gun at him to get him to stay away from you. Smiling you remembered the prick’s probably dead now, You’d definitely gotten the last laugh!

Ever since then Hershel had been extremely protective of you, He’d let you attend self defence classes and even taught you to shoot, Which is why it was so mind boggling that he wouldn’t let you do your part. You felt useless just sitting around all day reading old medical books and occasionally helping fix someone up.

You wanted more than anything to be out there, Pulling your weight helping feed this family! You needed to be out there….With him.

When Daryl had appeared on your family’s farm that day on his motorbike, Your knees almost went weak. That was a man, He was sheer perfection. Unfortunately for you he was a bit of a standoffish man.

You tried for weeks to get his attention shyly moving closer to him whenever he was around, Whenever he even looked at you he caused the blush to rise in your cheeks.

When he had fallen onto his arrow you were there mopping his brow as he slept. Sadly when he woke he only gave you a grunt of acknowledgement. But still it was more than he had before.

Still you persisted, He had started warming up to you more since the trip to the prison. You were the one to make sure he ate and cleaned him up every time he managed to get another wound. It was slow going but before you knew it muttered thanks had turned into longer sentences from him.

He still wasn’t much of a talker but at least he noticed you now. Not in the way you wanted him to but it was better than nothing.

You raised your hand in welcome to him as you saw him making his way across the yard to you.

“Hershel say no?” He asked when he came and took a seat with you on the grass.

Nodding you sighed, pulling your knees to your ample chest. Nudging you slightly “Ya don’t wanna be out there anyway, Get’s too dangerous”

Rolling your eyes “Oh please not you too? How many times do i have to say i can handle myself! I just need a few hours out of here!”

An idea coming to your head you turned to him putting your hand on his shoulder, He froze slightly at this as he seemed to every time anyone touched him. Deciding to ignore it you turned his torso slightly to face yours.

“You could convince him! You said yesterday there was a pharmacy not too far from here that looked untouched!”

Shaking his head at you “No Y/N I ain’t goin against Hershel, He’s a good man”

“Please Daryl, You could consider it a birthday gift to me? And i could be useful! I know what medicines to look out for”

“Who said i was gonna get ya anything?” He grumbled. Moving closer to him and putting your hand on his chest.

“Please Daryl, He’ll listen to you” You purred hoping it came across sultry.

His eyes met yours very briefly, His eyes wide when he saw how close you were. Standing to his feet suddenly “Alright fine, If it’ll get ya to quit harpin on”

He turned leaving you on the grass before stalking off towards your dad. You waited there for what felt like forever watching the corner he had disappeared behind.

When he finally reappeared you got to your feet meeting him halfway.

“Well?” He gave you a short nod of confirmation. Jumping up at him excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Thank you!!” He froze in place again before relaxing into your hug.

Patting your shoulder once “Go on then, Get ya stuff we leave in 10” As you pulled away you saw a slight smile on his lips before running back to the Cells to grab a bag. Packing two bottles of water and some protein bars leaving the rest empty to carry anything you might find. Slinging it over your shoulder before strapping your pistol to one side of your belt and your knife on the other.

Running back out you saw your dad waiting by the step. You almost knocked him off his crutches hugging him tightly

“Thank you Daddy”

He hugged you back “You be safe Y/N Listen to everything Daryl tells you!” Pulling away from him you nodded gratefully.

“Ready to go?” Smiling you turned and started to walk away. Hearing your dad call “Take care of my little girl Dixon!” Daryl just raised an arm in response before leading you over to the bike.

Swinging his leg over her motioned for you to do the same. Smiling happily you jumped on the back wrapping your arms firmly around his chest, Your fingers desperately wanting to touch all of him.

“Ya don’t need to hold on so tight!” He grumbled at you. “Oh sorry!” You moved your hands slowly from his chest favouring every second until they were resting gently on his waist. As he pulled out of the main gate you put your chin on his shoulder grinning.

He hid the bike a few blocks away from the pharmacy before continuing on foot. On the way you only encountered one walker. Putting your hand on his arm as he raised his crossbow.

“Let me do it” He nodded to you, letting you charge ahead with your knife drawn. Easily taking the walker down, Swiping the walkers feet from under it you plunged your knife into his head before turning back to Daryl “See i can take care of myself”

Handing you a rag from his belt you cleaned the blood off your knife before handing it back to him.

“Never said you couldn’t Y/N” he said before continuing on to the pharmacy. As you reached the shutters Daryl Raised one slightly looking underneath before knocking on the shutter a few times making a racket.

“Daryl! What are you doing” You whispered urgently.

He put his finger to his mouth while he listened for a moment before pulling the shutter fully open stepping behind it motioning for you to follow. Stepping in you noticed the door to the pharmacy was still closed and your bodies were pressed tightly together.

Your breath was stuck in your chest, Your heart pounding as you felt his body on yours. He looked at you confused for a moment before moving his arms around you to the open shutter. Pulling it back down again, You felt as the muscles in his arms rolled down your entire body pulling the shutter. His head was at your crotch when you let in a sharp intake of breath as his head brushed you core.

He darted upwards to you again “You ok Y/N? We can go back if ya scared”

His words snapping you out of it, You felt the blush rise in your face “m’not scared”

You were dying for him to kiss you, As you looked up you saw his lips were only inches from yours, Surely he had to feel this too? You closed your eyes inching closer till your lips were just about touching. You could feel his hot breath cascading over your lips. The world paused for a second while you waited to see if he would close the gap.

Clearing his throat “Looks empty, Let’s go in” You opened your eyes as you heard the tinkle of the bell signalling the door had been opened. And just as quick as the moment had come it was gone.

You stood frozen at the door for a moment trying to gather your thoughts. Could he really not see what just being in close proximity to him did to her?

You walked after him further into the pharmacy jumping behind the desk “Jackpot! This place is completely untouched!”

“Grab what we need, We’ll come back for the rest with more people”

You filled your bag as Daryl went around the aisles picking up other essentials.

You closed the pharmacy back up adding a lock to the shutter as you left, Hopefully no one else would stumble across it before you had a chance to come back.

Daryl agreed when you asked to walk back through the woods. It was far too hot to go all that way in the sun. It was still hot under the trees but at least you were being protected from the sun, Daryl stopped and waited for you as you dropped your bag pulling off the loose over shirt your father always made you wear.

You saw his eyes wander over you as it came over your head showing your curves to him for the first time in your tight white vest.

His eyes were dark, You couldn’t tell if he was angry with you or if it was something else.

Looking away from him now “Sorry, I just need some air….Wait what’s that?” He darted forward pushing his body in front of you looking for danger.

Rolling your eyes you stepped around him picking up the bag and heading to the cabin you had seen. Stopping in the doorway you copied Daryl’s previous actions knocking on the doorway.

All of a sudden his arms were around you lifting you from the ground pulling you inside the cabin, Closing the door behind you both his hand was over your mouth, His mouth to your ear “Shh, There’s a herd bout 50, Don’t think they saw us”

As he put you gently back down you both made your way further into the cabin to check for threats, After searching the bedroom he pulled you inside before blocking the door with the set of drawers.

He made his way to the bed before lying down “might as well make ourselves comfortable gonna be here awhile” You sat on the bed not facing him for a moment before taking a deep breath and lying down on the bed.

You saw him looking at your chest before he sat back up “Almost forgot” He grabbed his bag. “Happy birthday 21 right?”

Pulling out a bottle of whiskey and handing it to you. You looked at it nervously taking a deep breath and just going for it. You ripped the cork out taking a deep swig, Dropping the bottle back down you scrunched your nose a little in disgust

“What girl ya never had whiskey?”

“Never had any alcohol, Dad never let us with him being in recovery and all” You shrugged taking another pull on the bottle.

He snatched it from your hands then “Didn’ no it were your first. Ya can’t drink it like water, Gotta take it slow”

You chuckled slightly at his words laying back down on the bed with him following you.

“What’s so funny kid?”

“Don’t call me that” You said as your eyes narrowed.

He looked at you amused “It’s what ya are”

Lurching forward you pressed your lips to his, feeling him freeze under you, You held your lips there urgently, Pulling your hands to his face and pulling it to yours. You pulled away slightly when he didn’t return the kiss.

“I aint a kid, I saw the way you looked at me earlier. I know you know that too” You said breathlessly.

Looking down at your lips he replied “Ya still Hershel’s Kid he wouldn’ like this” He ran his hand through his hair.

Feeling angry again Your hands were still on his face “Does it look like i care what he thinks? Right now Daryl all I care about is this. Feeling you against me. I need it. I’ve needed it since the moment i saw you”

His eyes darted up to yours seeing only the truth in your eyes. “Kiss me Dixon”

His tongue licked his bottom lip slightly. Pushing your lips back to his you took his bottom lip in your mouth tugging on it slightly with your teeth.

You heard the low growl coming from his chest as you tugged harder.

“Fuck it” He muttered against your lips before flipping you onto your back kissing you back harshly.

You let a moan escape your lips as he settled over you arching into his chest, He nudged your knees apart before putting one hand behind your thigh and lifting it around his hips. The other hand was on your waist. Both hands kneading your skin harshly.

His hands felt like they were burning through your clothes. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, Moaning again you ground your hips upwards desperate to feel his heat against yours.

He pulled away panting resting his forehead against yours.

“You sure Y/N” Grinning at him you pulled your hands to the neck of your shirt ripping it open slightly.

“Never been so sure Daryl” His eyes watched growing darker, pulling his hands to the rip you had started already he ripped the shirt from you with ease, hands going to the front of your bra tearing that too.

You could feel his breath on your chest as he ducked down taking one of your nipples into your mouth and biting down on it. You moaned louder now reaching down, you pushed the vest from his shoulder before turning your attention to his shirt groaning as you realised you couldn’t reach the hem to pull it up.

He chuckled watching you sitting up over you he pulled the shirt off himself. Glaring down at you now with his dark hungry eyes. Moving from you he stood next to the bed.

“Take em off...Now” His thick southern drawl made your already wet panties soak.

Your hand slowly went to the button on your jeans not wanting to take your eyes off him, His glare grew darker.

“Ya aint fast enough” He lunged over you gripping the pants at your sides and tearing them down, You gasped now realising you were fully bare for him, His eyes met yours as you looked towards his pants, Your thighs rubbing together in delicious anticipation.

He untied the cord of material holding his pants up letting them drop to the ground.

Licking your lips you stared at his huge length. Walking over to you he pressed his cock to your lips gently.

“This what you want?”

“Mmm yes please Daryl” You stuck your tongue out tasting the tip of him, God he tasted good. You opened your lips intending to wrap them around him, When you felt a hand in your hair pulling your head back.

“Say ya want my cock Y/N in that dirty little mouth” Looking at his eyes now you could see he was serious.

Pushing him back from the bed you climbed off sinking to your knees in front of him.

“Mmmm let me have your cock in my dirty….little….Mouth…..Please?” You breathed

His fingers caressed your face for a moment He murmured “Better Y/N….Go on take what ya want girl”

Reaching your hands up to his length you held it gleefully smiling as you brought it back to your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip you let your eyes fix on his again as you sunk him deep into your mouth, As it hit your throat you let it choke you slightly moaning around his length.

“Shit Y/N” Daryl let his mouth drop open and his head hang backwards enjoying your lips around him, Putting his hands back in your hair he pushed you fully down his length until your lips met his pubic bone, You choked again, Breathing through your nose you held yourself on him getting used to the feeling of him stretching your throat.

Moaning on him again he pushed and pulled you over his cock until you felt it throbbing, Pulling you fully off him he looked back down at you wildly.

“Shit, Ya too good at that. I almost -” You cut him off pulling him back into your mouth with determination bobbing faster over him until he fell over the edge spilling his huge load into your mouth. You heard him cry out your name whilst he fucked your face harder letting the last of his orgasm roll out.

Once he slowed you pulled him from your mouth swallowing before licking every inch of him clean drinking every drop like it was life or death.

He wrapped one hand around your throat now pulling you back up to him.

“Get back on the bed, Knees up legs wide. Now” He growled.

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. He kneeled on the bed between your legs rubbing his still hard cock up and down your folds. Grinning at you mischievously he pulled completely away, Watching you squirm from the lack of contact.

Leaning over your body he whispered in your ear

“Ya aint ready for that...Not yet anyway” He roughly pushed your chin upwards pushing your head back into the pillow.

Kissing his way down your neck he moved to your chest, Lifting your breast he sucked just underneath your nipple hard enough to leave his mark, Moving down your sternum he left three more identical marks from your breasts to your belly button. Marking you as his. As he reached your dripping heat you tried to grind up towards him.

Using his hand over your hips he held you down,

“Ya gotta wait Y/N You’ll get it when im fucking ready” He growled again before sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh, You let out a loud mewl trying to stem the noise biting down on your forearm.

He bit harder now before letting go and glaring up at you, “Dont ya dare stop it, I wanna hear ya”

Panting for breath you looked down at him “But the …...Mmm shit...The walkers..will hear us!”

“Let them fuckin hear, I’ll kill everyone of those dead bastards if they try to get between me and this sweet pussy” He ran one finger softly down your folds to accentuate his point.

Moving your hand back down onto the bed you gripped the sheets with both hands as he sucked and bit the inside of both of your thighs leaving multiple love bites.

“Please Daryl! I can...ntt take it anymore”

Seeing the need in your eyes he harshly took your clit in his mouth sucking and nibbling on it before moving his tongue down to your entrance, He lapped at the juices flowing out of you for a minute before replacing his tongue with his fingers, Pushing two inside he rocked them in and out of you bringing his lips back to your throbbing clit.

“God Y/N you taste so fucking good” You could feel the pleasure building higher and your moans getting louder as you were rapidly reaching your high. You could feel your walls clenching on his fingers as he started moving quicker.

“Ahhh, Shit Daryl” You screamed letting your high crash around you, You could feel him moaning into your clit as you screamed his name. Pushing another finger into you as you rode them blissfully feeling him stretch them inside you before pulling them out, Leaning back over you he pressed his fingers to your mouth.

“Clean em” You sucked on them happily feeling the slickness in your pussy coming back as it did every time you saw him.

Once he had deemed them clean enough he dropped his hand back to you.

“Mmm ready for me again so soon?” You bit your lip gazing up at him with your best innocent face.

“So ready baby, Please...Please fuck me Daryl”

“Ya only needed to ask Y/N” He quickly pumped his cock a few times before pushing it slowly into you, Gasping a little in pain he stopped. “You ok?”

“Yeah….Its just so fucking big” He grinned as he continued pushing into you until he reached his hilt grunting as he felt your walls moulding around him. Staying still for a moment he let you get used to his length. Pressing his lips back down to yours he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth parting your lips before diving back in with his tongue.

Your tongues danced together fighting for dominance, He moaned into your mouth as he started moving again slowly at first building his speed until he was pounding mercilessly into you.

Rolling back till he was sat back on his legs he pulled your legs over his shoulders gripping them tightly using them to drive himself even deeper and harder into you. Your hands wound your way into your own hair pulling at it gently letting the pleasure of his relentless pounding completely take control of your senses as you feel yourself letting go to him again.

You back arched high as you felt your high building.

Daryl let one hand fall to your aching clit rolling it with his fingers.

“That’s it Y/N cum for me, Cum all over this cock” He growled loudly. You felt him pulsing inside you and it sent you straight over the edge.

“Fuckkkkk Daryl!!” You screamed bucking your hips against him as you rode out your high.

Daryl couldn’t take it anymore watching you buck wildly against him screaming his name, He exploded thrusting deeper into you letting his hot cum wash over your walls.

He let go of your legs letting them crash to the sides of him, Your entire body was trembling now as he collapsed forward on top of you, Both gasping for air.

When he rolled off you, You looked him straight in the eyes “Told you i could be useful” You giggled.

“I think we may need to convince ya dad to let you on more of these runs Y/N. Very fucking useful” he said pushing his lips back to yours for a sweet kiss this time.

Putting his arm around your shoulders he pulled you to him letting your head lay on his chest. You could definitely get used to this.

You sighed before continuing in awe “Happy fucking birthday to me”

He chuckled kissing your hair. You lay happily in his arms until the sun started to go down, Only breaking the happy stillness to let your lips meet lovingly.

Looking out the window he murmured “C’mon best be getting back. Dont need em sendin out a search party and findin us like this”

Groaning you let him pull you up, Both getting dressed. Daryl picked up your ruined shirt and bra stuffing them into his own bag with a wink, Thank god you had worn two shirts today. Daryl then pulled the draws away from the door running through the cabin to check it was still secure. You followed him out of the cabin and back to the bike.

Happily putting your arms around him and running your fingers across his chest, Enjoying the last moments of your freedom as he drove you back to the prison and through the gates.

You sisters came running to meet you as you returned checking you over before giving you hugs in turn, Maggie took a step back staring into your eyes for a moment before leaning back into you whispering so only you two could hear

“I see you got your birthday wish lil sis” Your eyes went wide in panic, Grinning at you she whispered again. “I know the scent of cum when I smell it. It’s all over your breath, That and you're definitely no longer wearing a bra”

You flushed embarrassed hoping no one else would notice looking back at her with a panicked whisper “Don’t tell Daddy!” She nodded at you looking behind you to the guard tower “Looks like it's time for round two” She nodded towards Daryl who was standing there staring at you drinking you in with his eyes again.

“Don’t worry ill cover for you, Just go” She winked. Running over to the tower you slipped in closing the door as you felt his hand at your throat again.

“Ya all mine now Y/N”

“So you don’t think I’m a kid anymore” You asked playfully.

“Nah, Your definitely all fucking woman” He growled back before pulling you back into a room and fucking you till you were mewling all over again for him.

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eremiie · 3 years

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hii ! 🥺 could I ask for a scenarion with timeskip Armin and his s/o, she manages to get him to sneak off with her just so she could spend time with him and give him kisses? thank you sm! ❤️

a little bit more;

❥ armin x reader | fluff | 2k words | canonverse

❥ yes you can, i’m sorry that it took me a literal millennium to write this, but i hope you still see and enjoy this anon<3

"yeah, i'm not hungry today, i'm just gonna head to bed a little early." you told mikasa, her hold on your hand dropping.

"are you sure?" she replied, eyes studying yours, watching the way you pursed your lips and tried avoiding her gaze.

"mhm, yeah!"

"you don't look sick."

"i didn't say i was sick, i just wanted to get a little extra sleep in."

mikasa's gaze raked your figure before letting a silence wander over the two of you. she nodded her head, although something felt off to her she would let it go for the meantime, i mean— you couldn't be up to any harm, right?

once mikasa turned the corner you made your way towards the boys barracks, hoping to meet armin halfway in the hallway, your feet guiding you hastily.

that's when you spotted him, speaking to hange in the hallway, a slightly worried expression on his face that you could tell even from a distance. you made your way towards the two, grinning slightly once armin's eyes landed on you, his eyebrows lifting slightly in awe at the mere sight of you coming towards him, almost as if some relief was lifted off his shoulders. hange looked towards you as well, smiling and adjusting her glasses.

"______," armin said, his hands subconsciously reaching out to enlace in yours, hange looking down towards the entangled digits with another small smile before speaking.

"okay, i'll leave you two or whatever— i'm gonna catch dinner, wouldn't wanna miss that!" hange exclaimed patting you on your shoulder before pointing a finger towards armin. "and if you ever get a little time come see me so we can talk a bit more."

you and armin watched hange leave, you beginning to pull armin into a hug once she rounded the corner. "hi, armin." you said, brushing your thumb over his knuckles, his eyes watching your nimble fingers smooth over the skin before letting them come back to your face with a half smile.

"hi, are you okay?"

you nodded your head, turning around towards the direction the commander went before turning back towards armin. "i'm fine, are you? what was that about?"

armin shrugged his shoulders, bringing a hand towards the buzzed hair on the side of his head, smoothing it over before letting it drop back down. "just titan stuff, and you know... the whole war, all of that." he let out a sigh, his hands squeezing yours a little more, a small frown detailing your face before you pulled him into a hug, your head burying into his neck.

"hey, let's skip dinner."

armin's hand rubbed up and down your back, his nose smelling your natural scent, bringing a sense of calm over him while he let out a small chuckle at your statement. "why?"

you let your arms squeeze him tighter, then pulling back a little to rest your chin on his shoulder, the blonde hairs on his nape tickling your cheek. "i want to spend some time with you, we can go out for a little, just take a little walk."

"how about we spend time in the dining hall together, while eating dinner? am i not talking to you enough? or—"

"no, no armin, you're okay," you giggled, pulling back and pecking a kiss to the tip of his nose, letting your warm hands come up to grab his cheeks, while you looked into his pretty blue eyes— the ocean he always longed to see were a mirror of them. "i just want to spend some time with you like i said, we can just walk and talk and take a breather." you let go of his cheek with one of your hands, letting it drift up to run through his hair, feeling the silk like locks run between your fingers while he let his head tilt more into your palm.

"i want to, but i don't know... people might ask where we are,"

"armin, we'll be okay. we won't take long, just the two of us for a little bit, let's just forget everything for a little."

armin let his eyes meet yours again, pulling the hand in his hair out before pressing a kiss to it. the kiss felt more like him simply pressing his lips to your skin, letting it linger a little before pulling away, watching your smile grow wide causing him to reciprocate. "okay."

so you pulled armin along, your hand gravitating back towards him as you grasped it in yours and led the way down the hall, your pace quickening once you spotted the large doors that would lead you to the outdoors. you turned your head around to face armin as he stumbled after you, you dragging him towards the door. "sh!" you joked as you carefully opened the door with your back, causing armin to smile a warm smile that made your heart flutter while he caught up beside you once the doors shut.

"i'm gonna take you to the trail we used to run laps on."

"okay."

"you're not gonna ask why the trail?" armin reciprocated your movements earlier, rubbing your knuckles as your hands both felt clammy from holding onto each other for so long; as if one of you would disappear the minute you let go.

"if it's special to you, i like it too."

you looked down to your feet watching you and armin's feet move toe in toe as you made your way down to the trail before looking back up to the sky that was quickly darkening, the sun venturing to hide behind the many mountains and large wall keeping you captive. if you turned around and looked closely you'd be able to see the moon fighting to appear in the sky as well, but you didn't you kept your eyes trained on the scenery in front of you instead, then to armin; his cheeks slightly flushed, red focused on the tip of his nose while his blonde hair blew like dandelion seeds once you would make your wish. he had a permanent smile in your presence that you absolutely adored and you unconsciously leaned closer into him, saxe eyes fixating on you from the side. "well, it's special because one time when levi made me run laps i took a break without him knowing since he head inside. there's an area that leads to a little hill. there are some pretty flowers over there, wanna see?"

"_____... you're gonna take me anyways. but yes, for you, even though we shouldn't even be out here."

"that's what i like to hear." you kissed his shoulder, your lips being met with the metal shoulder of his uniform, but he could tell your intentions anyways. "diverge from the trail, up the side." you used your clasped hands and the push of your body to guide armin off the track, and he obliged stepping off the dusty surface and into the grass that was having a hard time growing near the track, yet the further the two of you walked up, the more the grass climbed your legs.

"you see the flowers in the distance?" you watched armin's neck peer up trying to spot a burst of color in the green field, his eyes widening and lighting up like sparks when he saw the array of flowers get closer, tickseeds littering the grass.

"yeah, i can... i actually can, i see them!" armin's pace quickened him this time pulling you forward as the two of you strode towards the pretty yellow flowers, armin collapsing at his feet once the two of you met the most densest group of them, pulling you down with him.

"pretty right?"

"yeah, of course, i like them." he said as he let his free hand brush through the field, his past worries of getting caught lingering only in the back of his mind. he plucked one of the flowers, twirling the plant in his hand before pulling you forward by your hand that he still was holding onto before finally letting go, the cool breeze washing over your warm hand while he brought your face forward, wonder swirling behind his eyes, placing the decoration behind your ear. "wow.."

you pursed your lips as he studied your face, bringing your hand up to touch the flower, then touching armin's face. "you too," your hands maneuvered in the flowers until you pulled one up as well, placing it behind armin's ear. his hand laid on top of yours near his ear in pure awe, more at the sight of you adorned with nature than at your actions.

"you're so beautiful." he murmured.

you didn't respond, pulling him in for a chaste kiss, your lips meeting his softly as both of your eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of your lips touching together.

"______..." armin's eyes fluttered as you pulled away slightly, the red on his face only growing while he settled his hands in your lap.

and with that you pressed another kiss to his nose, forehead, cheek, the other, and lastly his tinted lips again. you could practically feel the butterflies flapping their wings in your stomach at the mere gesture you were making, and you knew armin could feel them too, just by the bashful expression gracing his face before he pulled you into another hug. "beautiful." he repeated.

"'wanna kiss you again." you muttered into his uniform as your arms dangled around his neck, pushing him down until he fell backwards, blonde locks bouncing framing his face, whilst you straddled him.

"well... you were just doing it, i don't see why you're asking me now." armin let his arms travel down yours, from your shoulder down to the ground below him, trying to hide his slight nervousness he still felt despite the countless times you've landed in this position with him.

"shush." and you leaned down, attacking him in more kisses, letting your lips decorate his skin, the constant smooching sound making armin giggle as you trailed your pecks across his jaw, to his neck, back up to his lips, always ending there.

"okay, okay, my turn." armin tucked the flower further behind your ear before it could slip then grasped your face with his palms, leaning you down to press his mouth to yours a little more fervent than you, letting you indulge in the kiss, gripping the grass and pulling a couple stray weeds up before coming up for air and letting out a shudder.

you closed your eyes and laid your head against his chest, squeezing them tight, trying to relish in the moment for as long as possible before the words could escape armin's mouth.

"we have to go now, the sun set, dinner's almost over."

you didn't even look up, you knew the sun had set, but you didn't want to see for yourself as it would confirm that, yes; it was time for the two of you to go. your hand trailed down to grab armin's and place it around your waist. "i love you."

"i love you too, _____."

"i love you, i love you, i love you, i love..." armin's hold on your waist tightened.

"i love you too... we have to go."

"i don't want to go."

with a sigh, armin reluctantly picked himself up you still on top of him. "i don't either, if i could, i'd stay here with you and put flowers behind your ear all day. i would kiss you all day, and not worry about any duties, any war, or... anybody else. but that's not how it is yet... i will come back out here though— with you, another time, okay?"

you untucked your face from where it was buried in armin's chest as he patted your back for you to stand up with him, and you did, letting him pull you by your hands before repeating himself more solemnly. "okay?"

"okay."

a little bit more duties, a little bit more war, then you could spend some more time in the pretty yellow field with your pretty boy.

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angel-anoetic · 3 years

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halllooo 🐌 anon here! i know i havent requested anything for a while but thats just bc i didnt have any ideas and ive been kinda busy but im back and ive come with another c!ponk request! okay so reader (gn or he/him) works with las nevadas but ponk doesnt know that but one day they get curious and follow reader to las nevadas and hes pretty surprised and i dont really have any idea of what happens next so u can decide! it can also be fluff or angst or whatever u feel fits best! anyways make sure ur eating and drinking enough and getting enough sleep and taking ur meds if u take any and byeeeeee

hi 🐌! no worries i'm glad to have you back! i chose to use he/him and make this kind of angsty, if that's okay. stay safe and healthy anon!

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c!Ponk x [he/him] Reader - Truth

genre: /rom, c!ponk, angst with happy ending, las nevadas!Reader

warning: none! (let me know if i missed something)

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The sun was starting to rise, the morning dew shined on the grass outside the window. As much as you hated it, you knew sooner or later you would have to pull away from Ponk and make the trip back to Las Nevadas.

You sighed and looked over to him, sleeping so peacefully, quiet and calm breaths escaping their mouth. You smiled and began to roll out of the bed. You were almost out of the bed before an arm wrapped around your waist.

"No...don't leave me, stay here all day." Ponk groaned, half asleep.

"Ponk I've gotta go to work love."

"Nope, no work." You laughed, falling against him slightly. You placed a hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheekbone.

"I've really got to go. I promise I'll be back soon." You kissed his cheek, removed his arm from your waist, and got up, grabbing your jacket before closing the bedroom door.

You walked through the greater SMP, admiring the new pop-up buildings, and reminiscing on the old.

You didn't even notice a still half asleep Ponk following behind you. For as much noise as he was making you couldn't seem to notice. You were lost in your own thoughts. For the last few months, you had to keep your place of work a secret. You weren't sure how people would react to you working at Las Nevadas, and further, for Quackity. The only people who knew at this point were Quackity and the others who were beginning their transition to the new faction.

Ponk had struggled after the Red Banquet to forgive Quackity, even though it was Q who had technically freed her from the Egg's grasp, something not even you could do. But Ant had lost a life, and Ponk wasn't sure if they could forgive Puffy for that or Quackity for allowing it.

You waltzed into the Needle, Quackitys headquarters and took the elevator to the very top. Ponk hadn't risked getting spotted by anyone and stayed at the ground level, waiting, watching.

The elevator doors opened up, and you walked over to the railing, Quackity standing, looking over some papers.

"What can I help you with today Big Q? And we gotta make this quick, I have a lot to do today."

The man snorted, "Yeah, right. Now would I be where I am right now if I let people who work for me tell me about how much time they have? No, I wouldn't. Take a seat."

You sighed, quickly pulling out your message to send Ponk a text about how you would be late. Q sat across from you, going on and on about how the business you were chosen to help him start was lacking, as were you with your progress getting to Las Nevadas.

"I can't have slackers, but I really don't like the idea of anyone else having you working for them, so I'm torn. I could give you a second chance, make a new deal...or I'll just have to convince you another way to not go working for someone like Tubbo or Jack. Not even Techno."

You let out a sigh. "All right, just get to the point."

"Well, it's simple. Either you get settled down here completely in the next 3 days, or I'm going to convince you to."

You rolled your eyes. He couldn't force you to do anything. How could he?

"How's Ponk doing?" This caused your breath to get caught in your throat.

"Oh please, you think I don't know? I know everything about you y/n. Your history, your alliances, friends...partners. And I need to in order to keep you under me."

"He doesn't even know about this. They don't even know I work here. You have no reason to hurt them other than to hurt me."

"And if I have to I will." He checked his communicator, and the message catching his eye. "Sam and I have some business to attend to. Consider what I've told you, and come back to me with either an answer or through action. Have a good day, you're dismissed."

You sat shocked for a moment before you stood and stomped off the balcony. By the time the elevator stopped the tears had rolled down your cheeks as you thought over the choice you'd have to make.

The thoughts ran around your mind as you walked outside of Las Nevada's borders and into Snowchesters, a weight lifted off your shoulders.

You took a seat on the soft ground, not too worried about the cool air. You needed to think.

"Y/n?" His voice. His lovely, sweet voice. You turned and found Ponk standing there, rubbing his arms to keep warm.

"Hello love, what are you doing here?" Quickly removing your jacket you handed it over to her.

"I, um, I followed you from the house. I figured...well I wanted to see where you go when you leave me."

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Ponk. I-I should've told you sooner, I was planning to but I didn't know how you'd react."

He smiled, resting a soft hand on your cheek. You relished in the touch.

"Don't worry about it. I don't care for you working with Quackity, as long as you're happy and safe. Speaking of...I heard what he told you."

"You did...?"

He nodded, a smile resting on his calm face. "Yeah, but I'm not worried. I'll always be there with you, by your side. And we're gonna get through this, together."

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babiesdreams · 3 years

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Nct reaction to you saying “i love you” out of nowhere for the first time Part 2

REQUESTED

Part 1 Part 3

Requests are open (I am currently finishing the last part of this reaction and starting another requested one of an anon, so if you request something it might take a while <3)

Warnings: So much fluff

Word count: 1225

Jaehyun:

You were reading on the couch while Jaehyun was listening to soft music (Probably sweet by cigarettes after sex lol). And as you were into the fantasy world described within the word you were reading, you heard Jaehyun´s voice calling you suddenly. “Don't you wanna do something fun?” He just asked. You looked at him, for a split second, meeting his gaze and just said “Let me finish this chapter first” returning your eyes to the pages. But he wouldn't be so easy on you. He started to constantly call your name so that you couldn't concentrate, and after noticing it didn't work he would put his hands between your face and the book, forcing you to stop reading. “Spend time with me” He just said. You returned your face to the book for just a second, reading the confession of the main character “I love you” was all you could read. You returned your gaze to the boy and looking deeply into him you just said it out loud “I love you” He was shocked, didn't imagine that moment to be like that, and so he just stayed there looking like a fool. You couldn't help yourself and just kissed his lips softly.

Winwin:

You and Sicheng were taking photos of each other in a beautiful park of your city, making some cute poses together, posing in silly ways while the other laughed holding the camera, just a cute date as it was usual. But you had something stuck in your head, as you saw a cute couple photo on the internet that you wanted to recreate. But, for that you needed a blused sicheng, and even though you tried over and over, it just wasn't happening. So you decided to try one last time, as Sicheng put on the countdown and ran over to you. You whispered softly in his ear “I love you” And, as you planned, the boy started blushing like crazy, giving you what you wanted. “I-I Me too” he would just say after the photo was taken.

Jungwoo:

You and Jungwoo were at an amusement park, just spending the day together after a long time without seeing each other (You were just friends). You were both about to ride the “Fair Ferris Wheel” waiting in line. Once you both finally got in, you sat in front of each other. As Jungwoo was talking about how he accidentally fell in front of everyone when he was a high schooler, you were looking around, finding some writings on the walls. “Confess to your date in here” Was written right next to you, and while he was saying “It was the most embarrassing thing ever” You just looked at him and let it out “I love you Jungwoo” The boy stopped talking as his lips were suddenly dry, he blinked a couple of times as if not believing it wasn't a dream. “Am I dreaming or am I dead and you are an angel?” He just said making you chuckle. “None” You said, coming closer to him and placing your first kiss into his lips.

Lucas:

You asked him to do it, but still regretted it once he started painting your nails, well, trying, because he was most likely just painting your fingers with nail polish. “I told you I was so bad at this things” He said laughing, you were also laughing at his low skills, but you found it cute anyways. “I like the style you went for” You said jokingly. “It's trendy lately” He said following your jokes. You were both laughing out loud, but then something changed for you, as you felt his hands touching yours, trying to clean the mess he created. His touch made you fluter and you felt the need to let it out. “I love you Lucas” You said nervously “Of course, I know baby, I love you too a lot” He would just say, kissing your forehead.

Mark:

You and Mark were at Ikea, buying some stuff for the house, when, suddenly you couldn't find him. The last time you saw him was right next to the kids bedrooms´ section, when you got distracted by the plushies, and you had been in there, touching all of them to feel the soft textures for a couple of minutes now. Then you heard your phone ringing and you knew it was him. “Baby I lost you, where are you?” He asked worriedly through the phone. “I'm with the plushies” You said looking around trying to figure out if he was close. “I'm coming” He said before hanging up. You stayed there, taking a plushie that let you record a message and would play it when you pressed it. “I love you Mark” You recorded, wanting to surprise him. He finally arrived, with a sweaty forehead as he rushed to your location. You just pressed the plushie letting the recorded message out. He blushed like crazy looking at you surprised “Did you record that?” He said shookly. “Yes” You said, hiding your face behind the plushie. “I love you too baby, and we are buying this thing” He said, taking the plushie from you.

Xiaojun:

You and Xiaojun were looking at the sky, laying down on the grass as you talked about clouds shapes. You had been like that for hours, switching topics, telling jokes… And now the clear sky was all dark, as it became night. Now you were looking at the stars, mesmerized at the beautiful view, when he said “What´s your favourite star?” You looked at him, looking as perfect as always and you couldn't help being cheesy. “The one I´m looking at you said without looking away. He turned his face to look at you to find out what you were talking about. When he saw your eyes fixed on him he chuckled at your pick-up line. “I´m serious Xiaojun, there´s no star that shines the way you do” You said in a serious tone. “But there's one that shines even brighter, and I'm lucky that it's mine” You chuckled now saying “I love you dummy” as you returned your gaze to the starry sky. He took your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, not needing to say he felt the same way for you to understand.

Hendery:

You were on your phone texting your boyfriend this lyrics prank you´ve seen all over the internet. Messaging him the lyrics to Billie Eilish´s I love you song. By his messages you deduced he had no clue of the prank, so you continued as planned, getting to the part where it says “I didn't mean to say I love you, but I love you” And he wasn´t answering so you started to freak out, looking at the “read” behind your message, waiting for something to happen. And he called you. “Is that true?” He said all serious “Do you love me?” You didn't know how to answer, you loved him but it was a prank, so part of it was true and part wasn´t. “I do love you Hendery, but it was meant to be a-'' You couldn't finish as he interrupted you. “I´m coming to your place, wait for me”. And that's how you two had your best date ever. Cuddling behind your sheets as you joked about this and that.

--Requests are open--

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peculiarmindset · 3 years

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Can you do a prompt where Draco accidentally farts infront of Harry for the first time

***Sorry for the long wait- I really liked this prompt and wanted to write it out properly. And this will probably be the last prompt I write for anybody for while (unless I REALLY like it). I have something planned and hopefully it’ll be ready by this weekend *crosses fingers* Hope you enjoy anon! 🤗

The Bunbuster Fart - Sounds like a Beefy One, except much more sudden and much much more powerful. Generally smells eggy or beefy. Leaves your asshole smarting. You really feel these babies.

“How about an after dinner game of Quidditch?”

“You’re on!”

Draco and Hermione exchanged an exasperated but fond look as they watched the Weasleys running out the door, with Ron pulling a laughing Harry along with him.

If someone told Draco a few years ago that he’d be at one of the Weasley’s Sunday Dinners as a welcomed guest and actually find himself enjoying the company of redheads, he would have laughed himself silly before hexing that poor sod for good measure.

But here he was.

And he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but the Burrow at that moment.

“Well, let’s go after them, shall we?” Hermione sighed, as she stood up from her seat.

Draco nodded as he also made his way up, looking behind to see the Weasley matriarch putting away the dishes with some help from Fleur. “Would you like some help, Mrs. Weasley?”

Molly looked up, one of the empty gravy boats in hand, as she grinned and made a shooing gesture at them. “Thank you dear, but you can leave it to me and Fleur here.” Molly gave him a wink. “And it’s Molly to you, remember? Now you all have fun!”

Draco chuckled. “Alright. We’ll see you after the game, Molly.”

“There’ll be some dessert waiting for you all when you return!” She called out to them as the two left.

Draco followed Hermione as they headed to the field, seeing Ginny and Ron already in some sort of argument.

“You ALWAYS get Harry!” Ginny yelled at her brother, throwing her arms up in the air.

“Mens before hens, little sister!” Ron crowed, shielding Harry behind him as if afraid she would physically drag his best friend to her team.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” She argued. She opened her mouth to add something before catching a glimpse at Draco and Hermione in a conversation as they made their way towards them. She paused and a sly grin grew on her face.

“Fine- you can keep the used goods.” Ignoring Harry’s offended “Hey!”, Ginny quickly made her way to the approaching pair and grabbed both their hands, startling the two.

“I get both your better halves on my team then!” She called out.

Ron snorted. “Sure. Malfoy has never once won against Harry and Mione’s never played at all.”

Ginny just smirked at her brother, as she pulled them away and formed a huddle with her team.

“Ok, so today is kind of like the grand championship of all games. Me and Ron are at a dead tie and today is the day we find out who is superior.” Ginny explained to Draco and Hermione. George already knew the rivalry his two youngest siblings had when it came to their family matches.

“I don’t think me playing is a good idea.” Hermione bit her lip, looking her ‘team’ that consisted of Draco, George, her and captained by Ginny. The other team had Harry, Bill, George’s girlfriend, Angelina and was captained by Ron. The referees were Percy and Arthur.

Ginny gave a dark laugh. “No, today will be utterly brilliant.” They came together as Ginny told them of her plan.

“My little sister has gone absolutely bonkers…let do it.” George grinned widely, grabbing his broom.

Even Hermione was smiling.

Draco looked at his boyfriend’s ex with an shocked and impressed look. “And how are you not in Slytherin?”

Ginny lips curved upward. “And break the Weasley tradition? Would’ve given my brothers a heart attack.” She gave a laugh and winked at the wide-eyed look Draco gave her. “What? Harry’s not the only one who can talk a hat into doing what they want.”

(=^w^=)**************************

This had to be one of the most bizarre but downright most fun quidditch games Draco ever played in.

Harry and he were of course the seekers, with Ginny and Angelina as chasers, George and Bill as beaters, and Ron and Hermione as the keepers.

At first, the game went alright, with Ron’s team gaining a lead in the first half.

Which was of course, all according to Ginny’s plan- to give her brother a false sense of security.

And then the second half is where everything went mad.

Draco trailed after his boyfriend and whenever he got too close, he would give accidental brushes here and there, a lingering touch and smile that darkened with barely concealed want that made his beau pause and shiver, completely distracting him from searching for the snitch.

Ron wasn’t faring any better neither. Although he and his girlfriend were on other sides of the field as they protected their respective goals, Hermione would flash him flirty looks and overly praise him with compliments whenever he stopped a goal, distracting her boyfriend and making his face as red as his hair.

Hermione and Draco had asked if their method would have been considered cheating, but Ginny assured them that after the Weasley Halloween match of 91’ where it ended with Percy’s arm twisted like a pretzel and Fred somehow turned into a gnome and lost in their garden for 3 days, everything was fair game during the Weasley Quidditch Matches.

George had also done the same game plan to Angelina, but his girlfriend had eventually caught on what he was up to.

But unfortunately, Ginny had predicted for that to happen and helped George make offensive attacks instead towards Angelina and Bill (who Ginny was originally targeting).

Draco flew his broom higher, trying to get a good view of the whole field and also for one other personal reason.

As he hovered above and watched Ginny hitting the quaffle through the hoop, barely missing Ron’s head, he felt a burst hot air slowly hiss out of his bottom.

Pssssssstttttt….

Draco hoped his blush wasn’t showing as his indiscreetly tried to shift his broom, fanning the stench away.

In actuality, the blonde’s stomach started to act up a few minutes after their game began.

Draco had eaten a lot during dinner, almost the same amount as Ron, which was quite an impressive feat.

Not only was this the first time he has tasted the Weasley matriarch’s cooking (whom he quickly agreed made the best Sunday dinner he ever ate) but he had also wanted to make a good impression on his boyfriend’s ‘adopted’ family as well.

Luckily, Molly had pretty much taken to Draco almost immediately anyway since anyone who made Harry happy as he was now, was pretty much welcomed as part of her family. But seeing the blonde enjoy her food as much as he had was like the cherry on the top.

Draco bit his lip, as another fart let him, the embarrassing sound audible to his ears making him grimace.

He should have never had that second helping of pot roast, let alone a third helping. Or any extra helpings he had of whatever was on that table.

Bbbbrrrrttttt….

Draco huffed as he ignored his lower half and tried to focus back on the game.

To everyone’s surprise, Hermione actually made a decent keeper. When she wasn’t distracting Ron, she was able to guard her goalpost and prevent any quaffle from entering.

Who knew that underneath that bushy haired bookworm lied a decent keeper?

Pffffffttttt….

Draco bit his lip as more air expelled from his bumcheeks. Thankfully, they were out in the open and he was far away from the others so no one would know about the symphony of farts his arsehole was playing right now.

Draco suddenly shot up, a loud fart boomed out of him when he did so, when he finally spotted the snitch.

Ignoring his rumbling belly, he zoomed right towards the snitch just at the same time that Harry had also caught sight of it.

They flew side by side, a few feet apart, both exchanging grins before focusing their sole attention on capturing the snitch.

The blonde wasn’t even aware of all the farts that was shooting out of his bum at that moment (they were too quiet for Harry to hear anyway and the speed of which they flew blew away the smells his farts may have had and cause it to dissipate in the wind).

After a few more twists and turns, both boys finally reached out their hands as they made to caught the snitch.

The snitch entered his hand.

And it was over.

Ginny’s team won.

“I got it!” Draco yelled triumphantly, holding up the snitch proudly in his hand.

“HELL YESSSSSS!” Ginny’s scream echoed throughout the field, loud enough to scare the flock of passing birds away.

Draco could hear his boyfriend laughing but his thoughts were too focused on the fact that he finally won against Harry Potter.

He, Draco Malfoy, finally caught the snitch.

The boys flew their brooms towards the ground, to a patch of high grass that was a little away from everyone and hidden the pair a bit, but they were too tired from their earlier chase to fly anymore.

As soon as they landed, Harry grinned at Draco and gave the blonde a loud smack on the lips. “Congratulations, love.”

Draco’s eyes were sparkling as he held up the snitch to the other. “Finally beat you, Potter.”

Harry chuckled as he nodded his head. “Right you did. I’m proud of you, although I kinda feel bad for Ron- Ginny will never let him live this down.” He tilted his head to the right and they both watched Ginny and George, arms crossed as they danced in circles and crowed loudly to their victory.

The boyfriends snorted when they saw Hermione trying to console her defeated boyfriend- although she wasn’t doing a very good job as she herself was laughing too much.

Harry shook his head as he gave the other a soft smile and pulled his boyfriend to him for a big hug and another kiss.

Right then, Draco’s gut reminded him of his earlier gas problems and before he could do anything, Harry gave his middle a tight saueeze, making Draco let out a huge and very loud fart right then.

BRRRRTTTTTT!

They both froze at Draco’s fart.

Mortified, Draco tried to push the other away, unable to believe that he had just farted in front of his boyfriend.

He wanted to die.

And that fart just now wasn’t only one of the loudest and smelliest one yet, but it exited his arsehole with a burn- he had to swallow the whimper at the sting it left.

Not knowing what to do, Draco became confused when he suddenly heard a snort that was quickly followed by loud laughter as he was once again gathered up in his lover’s arms.

“I guess your bum wanted to congratulate you as well, love.” Harry giggled, holding the other close to him, wanting to make sure the blonde knew he didn’t mind at all so his boyfriend wouldn’t feel bad.

Draco blushed, but stopped trying to escape as he let himself be held. “Oh, shut up Harry. I ate too much earlier.” He grumbled, relieved that his boyfriend wasn’t grossed out by Draco breaking wind.

Harry guffawed. “I’ll say, never thought you could put away all that food- I was impressed. Made Molly very happy.” Harry paused before giving a loud sniff, making a face. “But maybe next time, you might want to skip the extra helping of pot roast, love. It really stinks right now.” The air around them had a foul stench which was strangely meaty.

“Shut up.” Draco’s face reddened even more. “Unfortunately, my flatulence doesn’t come off as roses, oh mighty savior.”

Harry snorted. “Flatulence. So posh, you prat. Just say fart like the rest of us.” He then grinned. “But who knew this lovely thing would let out such a manly ‘burp’.” He patted his boyfriends bum before giving it a teasing squeeze.

Although Draco’s face was still red, he was glad that his boyfriend wasn’t disgusted or turned off by his emission of gas.

As he was still riding off the high from his first quidditch win against his lover, when he felt his boyfriend give his buttocks another squeeze, the blonde mustered up all the courage he had and shoved his bum hard against the other’s hand and forced out a very noisy and quite wet sounding fart right onto his unsuspecting lover.

BRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!

Draco burst out laughing as Harry gasped. “And that was my bum’s way of also saying I won and you lost, Potter.”

Harry opened his mouth to retort back but he ended up coughing as the powerful stench of rotten meat filled the air just then.

Eyes sparkling with mirth, Draco giggled as he quickly dodged his lover’s hands as the other made to grab him and he ran as fast as he could back to the others.

Draco couldn’t wait to come back again for next week’s Weasley Sunday Dinners and hopefully have another after-dinner game of Quidditch.

#Asks #Farting #Fart Drabble #HP #Draco #Harry

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rataltouille · 4 years

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BONFIRE, BONFIRE!: A COLLECTION OF FLASH FICTION + POETRY

so i’ve decided to compile all twenty [these will be split into two so that the post isn’t super long] of the writing pieces i’ve done for my random celebration into one post so that it’s easier to read / access share!! you can also find it here, all put into one work, on wattpad, because i feel nostalgic about that website and decided to just post it!!

NOTE: i know that this shouldn't need to be said, but these 20 pieces belong to me so please don’t copy/repurpose it for your writing!! i plan on using these somewhere in my own writing and either way they’re stuff i’ve written so don’t use them!!

1. cooking + destructive + purple from @andiwriteunderthemoon [also i kind of cheated with this prompt and asked my sis @dreamscanbenightmarestoo for ideas and so the base idea’s from her!!]

I didn’t mean to set my house on fire, alright?

Let me set the scene: I’m sitting in my room, watching the infomercials that blur together, and suddenly there’s a bright purple flash on the glitching screen: /grapes/. They’re shiny, plump, and oh? A recipe for fine wine? Don’t mind if I do. So I pop into my kitchen and cut the grapes, dice them up, finally using the knife after years of not cooking— /mother, are you proud of me now?/— and stick the soft, luminescent fluid into a glass bottle. Following each step of the recipe.

The recipe didn’t mention an explosion.

Destruction rained around my house like a meteor shower. The bubbles from the fluid, frisking up at contact with metal, swam across my shoes and into the living room. It touched the TV, which still flashed the recipe, which I was still cursing at. And then, you know, it burnt up. The couch scorched first, I think. So that was fun. I later realised that I’d used my reserve of petroleum, which I’d put in my kitchen cabinet, instead of vinegar. I think I’ve got to move back in with my mother again.

2. running + quiet + sky blue from @kryskakikomi [i have no idea what this is i drafted this in a fever dream state]

Summer crawled up his skin like a worm. He was seated at his dining table, crosswording his way through the sticky morning, when it struck him that the humidity was new. He’d been caught in summer before, of course, but this year was different. His parents had whisked away to their hometown, and he still didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to go. He loved their home— he could have been running on beach sand and waves could have cruised over his feet, and his face would reflect sky blue under palm trees. Instead he sat doodling and scratching at cement walls in a quiet that nagged at his ears, grappling his flesh like a fishing hook, reeling him in. Boredom, him sister told him, before she also left for someone’s home. What would you know? he whispered once the door latched from the outside. Maybe /she’d/ like to sit on the same wooden chair, all the pink paint worn out, and scratch out squares of empty text until the pen poked through the other hand. He scoffed. At least he knew the number of scars on the wood; he could hold that over her when his parents returned.

3. hallucinate + hazy + violet from @chloeswords [i wanted to write something dreamy and ethereal but everytime i look at your url i’m reminded of church mud and indirectly my religious trauma so here we are 🤡]

We hold the book in our arms and chant for God. We don’t know what he looks like. They say that he’s sharp, never pixelating or blurring or showing through, like a hazy image would. No, children, our family says, he will come clothed in gold and velvet— the colour a deep and rich crimson, or chartreuse. And of course, he weaves a violet into his hair. Because he is just that humble. Just that gentle. Loving.

We’ve almost understood now. Pray, clasp our palms together into a transient equinox, and pray. Maybe he will shine down on us. Maybe we will speak so loud and chant so long that our lips will chap. Maybe we’ll simply hallucinate him to salve our bones. Our family says, he will bless you. And so he will.

4. halcyon + pluviophile + beige from anon [i was yearning for cats i am a cat person i love cats]

I remember my life before I moved to London,

Those halcyon days that I spent scooping up cat litter and brushing warm fur,

Being a mother to beige and white and black little felines.

They keep better company than humans.

Now I’m a self-proclaimed businesswoman, artist, influencer, pluviophile,

Even when I’ve barely stepped foot outside during the rain,

[But it needs to be said that when it rains in London, it pours].

I think I’d like to open a cat cafe;

I’m rich enough to pull it off.

5. sing + vulnerable + olive green from @occiidens [this was actually super fun to write because it’s a break from the typically unhinged stories i gravitate towards]

You watch from the highest hill of your town, hand wrapped around the serrated wood of a red oak tree. The bark pokes into your flesh, drawing blood that shouldn’t have been taken from you. You scowl. Just another thing that lives to cause you pain.

Three storeys down is a young man, short and smiling and lovely. He has dark skin and darker hair, walking with the stride of a deer, and he’s smiling; the joy reflects onto your face, even though you can’t hear him. He wears a cotton shirt, the olive green stark against the fire-blue sky. You call out, sing his name, three times in a row.

When he finally looks up, squinting as you silhouette under the sun, the smile widens. A wave. You’re suddenly overcome with embarrassment. Your palm digs into the bark until the wound is freshly dug again, the skin supple and vulnerable. You want to wave, but your hands would look so awkward, and the blood wouldn't help. So you turn on your heel and run— why are you so awkward?— and the grass around you is brighter. This is now a tomorrow issue, you conclude. You’re still smiling.

6. dislocate + ostentatious + blood red from @oasis-of-you [this got really unhinged really fast. TW: body horror]

If you take a turn at Finn Avenue,

Rogue your way down a blood red river,

[It’s not actual blood, do not worry. The colour’s a pigment and it’s saturated enough to give you the texture, the touch, the taste of blood, but I repeat, it isn’t true blood. You might think that it’s ostentatious of us to make you cross a river like that, but you’ll understand why.]

And if can stick your fingers inside the fluid,

You’ll find a bone.

Don’t pull it out fully! Only observe.

[This is a real bone, most likely animal. We may be ominous, but we don’t hurt humans. Not yet.]

So what do you do now? You want passage into a better world.

You came here because you saw the brochure, the flyer,

Radiant Idyll, home for love, but you also saw the jutting anatomy that leads to the city. The pictures were rather clear.

Why do you look so surprised? We’ve put this on the brochure— don’t you ever read the fine print?— to avoid this exact situation. That you would cross a body, a skeleton, pooled over in a fluid that we don’t name, but it’s probably alive.

It’s watching you right now.

So what do you do now?

Hurry up, unhinge your arm, dislocate the elbow, drop it into the blood, forgive me, false blood, and pay for your passage.

Oh! Excellent; that’s record time. We do hope you enjoy your stay!

1. @noteaboy [i’ve interpreted your url as ”note, a boy”]

There’s an orange tree. It’s spring, and there’s an orange tree, and it brims with fruit and citrus perfume. Point your lens flare downwards, and note, a boy. A young man, perhaps, because he combs his hair, uptight and firm, and he wears a tie. A long suit. He doesn’t look up, because his hand holds a book. /He/ holds the book, not the hands— tenderness doesn’t translate through anatomy, I’ve taught you this before. He’s waiting for someone. There’s only the rustle of leaves. He drops the book onto the lap of the tree, crushing the apple that had fallen down. Orange, not apple. Take note better. You only have one chance to get this right.

2. @eatingjupiter [your url is so beautiful omg]

The goddess had said this before she died: you need to watch over him. He needs your sentry to survive. The goddess’ words weren’t heeded. Little baby Jupiter tottered on lava as him parents small-talked with their kingdom. Well, it must have been small talk, because nothing seemed to happen afterwards other than his mother’s face collapsing in agony, anger, annoyance. He knew not to touch them then. He’d fly off into the sun one day, but if his hands were but and charred, he wouldn’t survive even a third of the journey.

The prophecy was simple: the firstborn to the kingdom will metamorph into a celestial, purify themselves so that only stardust remains. Live in the sky forever. The astrologers were baffled; you don’t just become a star. They should have heeded the goddess.

Jupiter was sixteen when he expanded and collapsed all at once. He still lives, they say, and the astrologers /were/ right, in a way: people just don’t become stars. They become almost empty space. Nobody knows if his hands were burnt when they left earth’s orbit forever.

3. @laughtracksonata [your name gave me slight horror vibes idk why!!]

Hahaha. The Horror Movie (don’t ask me for a name, I’m not good with those), with its cymbal crashing and plastic sounds, it’s so loud and scary that it hurts, father. Please turn it off.

Father doesn't listen. I shiver on the couch. The screen flickers like radio static and reflects off our wide eyes. What kind of a home is this anyway? I don’t want to fucking listen to a laugh track or a horror VHS tape or watch the bass crescendo as the serial killer jumpscares the watcher. I don’t think that having hour pupils glued to the same blood-splattered movie, with the same recording looping in his eardrums will help him. He laughs along, sometimes. It’s scary. Father needs a new hobby.

PART TWO COMING SOON!!

anyway this got REALLY long so i’m posting the third prompt group, the one based on songs, as a second part in some time. i hope you enjoy this, and PLEASE do boost!! i spent a lot of time writing these pieces and am pretty proud of them :’)

general taglist: @lovingyou-is @guulabjamuns @andiwriteunderthemoon @coffeeandcalligraphy @melonmilk @silentlylostwriter @charles-joseph-writes @eklavvya @eowynandfaramir @bitterwitchwrites @laughtracksonata @whatwordsdidnttouch @indeliblewrites @thenataliawrites @summersguilt @illimani-gibberish @sarahkelsiwrites @writing-in-delirium @shaelinwrites @sienna-writes @chewingthescenery @jennawritesstories @chloeswords @aelenko @keira-is-writing @cherylinanika @infinitely-empty-pages @jmtwrites @august-iswriting @freedelusionbanana @beetleblue88 @mistercaleb @iwannawritepls @hanwatchingmovies @mortallynuttyqueen @idratherliveinnarnia @maisulli @thegreyboywrites @ahowlinwolf @ravens-and-rivers @oasis-of-you @yanittawrites @chazza-writes-sometimes @skyfirewrites @lovebenders @treybriggsthewriter @themidnxghtwriter @ash-karter @queen-devasena @a-procrastination-addict @gaymityblight @beyondthebracken @madmaxst26 @adielwrites @moonpixxel @hollow-knight-dnd @keep-looking-here @overlap @ashleygarciawrites @ryns-ramblings @wordsbynathan @novaemlynlewis @sophiewritingstuff @howdy-writes @occiidens @nsanelyawkward @viawrites-andacts

#writeblr #am writing #flash fiction #poetry #wtwcommunity #ofcolourtracking #crabappletracking #anyway part two probably in a couple days #i still have to start writing them 🤡✌️#bonfire bonfire

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muwur · 4 years

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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!

dating headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi

❧ gn reader

✎ 1.6k words

a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)

also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo

atsumu

✧ boi’s a tease

✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)

✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym

✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you

✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks

✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow

✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily

✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside

✧ however

✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing

✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”

✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”

✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often

✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are

✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face

✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner

✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:

✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”

✧ “yeah im fine, why?”

✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”

✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice

✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight

✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:

✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”

✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”

✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”

✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”

✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”

✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare

✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you

✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual

✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”

✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind

✧ “yes, because its been two days”

✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)

✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating

✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later

✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”

✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk

✧ was the first to admit he loved you

✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”

✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye

✧ “y/n, i love you.”

✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss

✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol

✧ osamu just fake gags in the background

✧ later that day:

✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”

✧ “dont push your luck”

✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day

futakuchi

✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were

✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty

✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you

✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line

✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”

✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible

✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual

✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher

✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself

✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi

✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa

✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”

✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc

✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz

✧ on the walk home one day:

✧ “you hit a really good spike today”

✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”

✧ secretly loves and craves your praise

✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand

✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips

✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things

✧ wants you to rely on him

✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd

✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute

✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want

✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog

✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs

✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)

✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”

✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them

✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least

✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia

✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!

✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”

✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”

✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper

✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you

✧ you told him you loved him first

✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door

✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”

✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss

✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”

✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place

✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #futakuchi kenji #futakuchi x reader #haikyuu x you

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lallivaesterstroem · 4 years

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Emil and Lalli. Stargazing. Emil tries to name all the constellations he knows. Lalli knows all of them, but listens to the Swede anyway.

ANON ILUSM FOR ASKING this is such a wonderfully sweet prompt i just had to take it the extra mile and it got away from me once again :’)) so this is waaaay too long for a ficlet LOL but i hope you enjoy it anyway!

EDIT: A BETTER VERSION OF THIS IS NOW UP ON AO3, GO GIVE IT SOME LOVE this will stay up for posterity tho<3

quick summary: Emil and Lalli meet up in a a dream. The night sky is too beautiful to ignore.

Lalli knew the colours spilling around him as well as he knew himself. He blinked once, twice, watched the familiar forest and lake take shape, molding slowly into a place he called his own. Then came the gentle noise of water, the rustling of branches and chirping of birds, and he could smell the pine surrounding him. He could sit here in silence, look into the water, wait for a sign and hopefully receive none. And so the mage sat up, arms resting on his knees and head hung low, listening to the sounds of forest, waiting for-

Someone else was here. Not a spirit, he could feel that much, a someone.

He stood up quickly, hoping to all the gods that it was neither braid guy nor Onni- he wanted nothing more than to be alone tonight- which only left the category of ‘things that want to kill him’ open. One hand reaching for his dagger, the other pushing his fur coat away, he spun around, looking for the source of the disturbance.

Emil was standing on the shore, glowing in the speckles of light passing through the branches, confused but smiling, and the moment he saw him, the ground opened up under them.

Once the dust had settled, he found himself on a grassy cliff with a steep slope, overlooking nothing but darkness, one of thousands around the world, yet somehow still familiar. Emil was a few feet away from him, looking around frantically. It dawned on Lalli that it was probably that hill they climbed in Reykjavik, that long day in the pouring rain, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to wonder why they ended up there, why it seemed to have been split in half, why it was the dead of night. The shock still hadn’t quite worn off. Emil had never appeared in his dream before, not like this, not in his dream. They’d always end up in a place like this, in-between together. Never in his space.

When he turned to Emil again, just to make sure they were both still in one piece, his friend was looking up for some reason.

“Your dream has a sky?” he said, and it sounded less like a question aimed at Lalli and more like thinking out loud, as if he were trying to get to the bottom of a problem.

“Of course. Everything has a sky.”

“I guess I just never thought about it before,” Emil said, still craning his neck, still in that distracted tone, his eyes wide in a strange sort of wonder. Lalli didn’t get it, really. He could see the real light-speckled veil covering the Earth any time he wished, and there was nothing special about the one appearing in dreams. The stars, glittering gold forged by the sky-smith, were now a mere image in their minds, dream-approximation, not worth dwelling on this much.

Lalli looked into the distance instead, trying to make out the shapes- houses but no lights on, a village, indiscernible layout, shifting in the darkness. He couldn’t tell if it was the Icelandic village, or his own hometown, or something else entirely, perhaps a fragment of Emil’s memory. It was like the houses were in the bottom of a murky lake, roofs submerged, waves distorting everything, and by the time it reached his eyes they were unrecognisable. He didn’t dare to peer over the edge of the cliff, didn’t want to look straight down at whatever may be there. The wind whipped around him, against his face, and for a moment he felt completely alone.

A rustle coming from behind startled him out of his thoughts- Emil, sitting down on the grass, still looking up with that smile on his lips. He said something about knowing ‘a thing or two’ about the stars, pointed upwards at nothing in particular, and Lalli decided to join him. It seemed that there was nothing to look at beyond the dark plunge beneath the cliff, which he’d already scrutinised, and the stars in the sky. He sat next to Emil. He waited.

“See that one? That’s the big dog. Those three stars are the head, and then these are the tail,” Emil gestured, eyes fixed on the night sky.

Iso koira. The easiest to spot, with the brightest star at its head. Emil’s struggle to point it out was a little pathetic and a little adorable, depending on whether Lalli was looking at his fumbling outstretched hand missing the mark or his excited expression, squinting to see better. And then he turned to look at him and that excitement was gone, replaced by a frown.

“You can’t tell where I’m pointing at from there,” he said, fake-upset, “look here.”

Emil’s face was suddenly right next to his, an arm around his shoulder and the other still pointing at the sky, and Lalli froze. Perhaps it was the unexpected touch, the closeness, but something about it made him jump. To his credit, Emil noticed, letting go and moving away, an apology already on his lips. But before he could get to it Lalli inched closer, at his own pace, wanting to say that it’s okay, just let me, hoping his expression would do the trick instead. He just needed to ease into it, and soon enough they were close once again, so Lalli looked up, pointedly avoiding Emil’s gaze, in order to urge him to do the same. Back to the stars.

“And the little dog- huh, shouldn’t it be somewhere around…”

Pieni koira, just a little off to the side, trailing behind Orion. Kaksoset, Härkä, Yksisarvinen. The stars were his constant companions, by his side every night when no one else was. Köli, Ajomies, Virta. His gaze swept across the sky. He knew them by heart.

Not that he’d say a word of it to Emil. It was much more amusing waiting for the realisation, that moment he stops talking and lets the cogs in his head turn: hey, what if that silly Finn who spends all night outside, where the stars are, maybe knows a couple things more about them…

But this was fine too. He didn’t have to think as long as he kept talking. Emil’s hair looked grey in the moonlight but with that same shine, messy from the wind, and Lalli couldn’t help but reach up and tuck a lock behind his ear, just so that it doesn’t bother him. No other reason. Emil turned to look at him for a moment, not enough to read his expression, and then quickly looked away.

“Orion is also, ah, somewhere,” his hand was now flitting between several constellations, none of them the one he was looking for. “This sky is weird. Did you ever notice that? That the dream sky is weird. But you probably already know, because you’re… you know. And I’m so new at this. Not at dreaming! Just, this whole...”

He decided to let Emil ramble nervously until he tired himself out, ending his rant with a frustrated little groan. It was strange that he couldn’t quite focus on the sound of his voice, how he could feel that lilt all Swedes had to their words but still understand him- another peculiarity of dreams he never really noticed until he and Emil became connected like this. Then they were quiet for a couple of heartbeats, taking in the view.

The corner of Lalli’s lips twitched into a smile, as close to softness as he could get. Emil was too busy staring up at the sky to notice. Lalli was too busy looking at him to care.

But something changed moments after. He could feel it in the air, creeping in slowly. Emil’s expression turned melancholy, resigned, and when he finally spoke, he echoed a statement he made a long time ago. This time, he said it with a smile, almost sad, mostly distracted, like he didn’t know the words would come out until he said them: “Makes me not want to wake up tomorrow.”

In the resulting silence, Lalli could hear something from the depths, from the village, and when he looked down, he saw a sliver of orange in the distance, like the stroke of a brush, a splatter. Fire. Emil’s fire. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut, a pain for someone else, something tugging at his heart.

“Why? You’re safe now. You have food and shelter,” he said instead, trying to keep him occupied. Steadying his voice took more effort than he expected, but he didn’t want Emil to notice anything was amiss. It was Lalli’s fault that his dreams were no longer silly meaningless thought-leftovers that played during the night. It was Lalli’s fault he was here in the first place.

“But I’m not… like this. With you,” Emil sounded distant, and he was looking away now, not at the stars and not towards Lalli, but at the ground next to him. Like he was trying to hide his face, but didn’t want to go too far, move too much. Like he was counting the blades of grass beneath them.

Lalli knew that he probably wasn’t talking about… whatever it was that they were. He was surely talking about the feeling of safety, the freedom of dreaming- the fact that they were in it together was simply a byproduct of an accident, his own mistake, surely not something Emil looked forward to, surely-

Lalli bit his tongue. He had to force himself to say it while he still could, before the connection that kept them here crumbled again. Before he had to deal with pouring his feelings into words, then forcing those words into the confines of a language he barely spoke. The wind whistled around them and he knew this was his last chance. He put his hand on top of Emil’s, caressed it with his thumb, not quite knowing what he was doing.

“You could be, if you want to.”

And then the world was plunged into darkness and he could feel reality looming in the edges of his consciousness. He’d deal with the consequences when he woke up.

#emilalli #ssss #sssscomic #stand still stay silent #asks #anon #oh this got away from me so much adnjsnjds it was meant to be a tiny scene and then #the finnish btw is just constellation names #for lalli's brain reasons #anyway i had s o much fun writing this and imagining it and ilu anon <3

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pynches · 4 years

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i will love you (until the blood all leaves these hands)

a/n for anon who suggested nsfw during late night drives word count: 2655 rating: e, it’s smut lmao ao3 link Adam woke up alone.

This wasn’t a normal occurrence. Not since he had packed his last box at Harvard and drove with Ronan back to the Barns, the one place he had been able to call home in his life. Not since he had said those two words and slid a gold ring around Ronan’s finger that matched his own.

Waking up alone in bed usually either meant that it was 6 am and Ronan was outside feeding the cows and it wouldn’t be long until he crawled back into bed with him, peppering his face in kisses until Adam opened his eyes again, or that Ronan was restless.

From the way Ronan was pacing downstairs and the 3 am shining on the alarm clock next to his side of the bed, Adam guessed it was the latter.

Adam stepped into Ronan’s arms, face pressed against his neck, the scent of Ronan making him sleepy again.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked unnecessarily, his voice hoarse with sleep. He knew that expression as well as he knew his own face in the mirror. Adam had become a walking Ronan encyclopaedia. He memorised every sound, every expression, and when a new one rolled along, he learned those too.

Ronan still shook his head, resting his head on top of Adam’s for a second but Adam could feel his heart jumping underneath the palm of his hand. It reminded him of those times Ronan knocked on his door at St. Agnes, eyes wide and mouth pulled into a straight, thin line. It has been a long time since Ronan had been this restless but the solution remained the same.

“Give me a minute,” Adam said softly and quickly took the stairs, throwing on an old hoodie of Ronan’s and some sweatpants, the weather too cold to just drive around in his underwear.

When he got downstairs, Ronan already had the car keys in his hand. Adam marvelled at how well they knew each other, at how in sync they were with each other to the point where they could predict what the other would say or do. Early on in their relationship Adam had been worried that Ronan would miss the thrill of not knowing, that he would get bored of Adam and Adam had feared the same in return. But quite the opposite was true, Adam liked the predictability of it, the safety and comfort he found in his marriage with Ronan. There were still enough thrills in their relationship and they were far from boring, but the little moments when it seemed like they could read each other’s minds, those were the moments Adam treasured the most.

He followed Ronan to the BMW Ronan never had the heart to exchange for a different car and got into the passenger seat, watching as Ronan turned the ignition and picked a song. The thumping of the bass told Adam everything he needed to know.

This would be one of those drives.

Ronan had grown out of his young adulthood and allowed himself to be more openly soft, something he had always been but never showed. Screeching songs were exchanged for soft melodies they often slow-danced to. But every now and then, Ronan’s past reared its head and the familiar mind-numbing music was blasted through the stereo. It reminded Adam of the nightly drives he took with Ronan when he was too afraid to dream and pestered Adam until he abandoned his homework or sleep to drive with him, only for him to fall asleep in the passenger seat anyways, Ronan’s swearing acting as a lullaby.

Adam turned to look at Ronan, watched as the gold ring shone in the flickering lights of the highway. Sometimes, during one of these moments, all languid and dream-like, it almost felt unreal that they were married and safe and okay and finally happy. He had to remind himself of their wedding, the dream flowers strewn from Opal’s hand who deemed herself the flower girl after she learned what it was, most likely to eat them but Adam had saved a few and they were still displayed on his desk at work. How he and Ronan had both given their “I do’s” only to repeat them against each other’s lips on their honeymoon a few years after. Gansey’s tears, Blue’s smile that couldn’t be wiped off her face, Henry’s loud clapping, the distinct feeling that somebody else was missing.

Adam didn’t have to ask if Ronan wanted to talk about it, he knew the answer would be no. He placed his hand over Ronan’s on the gearstick, intertwining their fingers and he knew that would be enough for now but not for long.

Ronan’s shoulders slumped a bit and Adam counted it as a win. He wasn’t surprised when Ronan parked the car in a strip of grass next to the road, he merely waited until Ronan was ready to talk to him.

“You died,” Ronan said, the first two words spoken to Adam since he woke up. “You were bleeding, screaming for my help and I couldn’t move.”

Adam unbuckled his seatbelt so he could properly turn to Ronan. “It wasn’t real,” he replied softly, taking Ronan’s white-knuckled hand off the gearstick and into his own. “I’m here and I’m okay.”

Ronan took his hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the palm. He then placed Adam’s hand against his cheek, the metal of his ring resting against Ronan’s skin. Adam allowed himself to marvel at the sight for a few seconds before reaching over to pull the driver’s seat back, sliding on top of Ronan’s lap with practised ease, one of Ronan’s hands immediately folding around his hip to keep him steady.

He cradled Ronan’s head between his palms and encouraged him to meet his eyes. “You’re not going to lose me,” Adam whispered, despite them being alone in the car. Some things were still easier said quietly.

“I know,” Ronan sighed, leaning into Adam’s touch. “Sometimes my brain just… You know.”

“I know,” Adam replied, resting his forehead against Ronan’s for a few seconds. The kiss he pressed to the side of Ronan’s head was comfortable and easy, something he often did before leaving for work or when Ronan was dozing on his chest again, sprawled on the comfortable couch at the Barns not following the movie Ronan had urged him to watch.

Ronan leaned into it as always before pressing a soft kiss against Adam’s lips, serving as a silent ‘thank you’ he couldn’t say without his voice breaking.

Adam felt the hitch of breath against his lips and leaned in again, drawing out the kiss a little longer. One of Ronan’s hands travelled from his waist up to the small of his back, pressing him against Ronan’s chest a little harder. The other travelled up into his hair, letting the strands fall between his fingers.

Even after all those years, kissing Ronan felt just as electric as that first time in his childhood bedroom when Adam couldn’t help but let Ronan consume him. This was no different, even though Ronan’s touches had become more familiar, more comfortable.

Ronan’s hand pushed underneath his shirt, his fingers dancing up the wide expanse of his back. The gasp Adam let out at the hot skin on his own in contrast to the coldness of the night only seemed to urge Ronan on more, tangling their tongues together like they had countless times before.

Adam could taste the desperation in the way Ronan explored his mouth as if he was relearning Adam all over again. Adam let him, knowing he had done the same to Ronan after yet another horrifying nightmare that still haunted him, needing a safe space he could let go in.

Still, Adam pulled back for a second and Ronan’s hands stilled, “Are you sure this is what you need?” Adam asked, cradling Ronan’s jaw lovingly, something that used to be too much for Ronan to bear but was now welcomed with a soft smile and open eyes.

“I’m sure,” Ronan told him, brushing a strand of hair out of Adam’s eyes. They took a moment to just look at each other, finding the familiarity in each other’s eyes, the scar above Ronan’s eyebrow, the scar that marred Adam’s jaw. It was the slightly bent slope of Ronan’s nose that Adam often teasingly kissed and the freckles spread over Adam’s features that Ronan had traced into constellations that matched the ones in the sky above the Barns.

“I love you,” Ronan said simply but truly, not hiding his love behind the walls of his own mind anymore.

“I love you too,” Adam replied with a smile, the words falling from his lips easily, a vast difference from how he had to work himself up to saying those same words for the first time years ago, when he still wasn’t sure if he deserved the love Ronan was willing to give him.

Adam leaned his face down and this time, all bets were off.

Ronan’s hands were under his shirt, pushing the fabric up and over his head within seconds. Adam had his own hands nestled in the curls Ronan had grown out, tugging on the slightly when Ronan bit his lower lip.

It was exploring hands, openmouthed kisses pressed to the soft skin of Ronan’s neck, his head thrown back to give Adam more room. It was Ronan’s fingers travelling up his torso reaching Adam’s nipples, rubbing them softly until Adam’s back arched, hips snapping against Ronan’s.

“As much as I would like to ride you in the front seat, we’re not eighteen anymore,” Adam said with a breathless laugh, snatching Ronan’s hands away from his body to hold them in his own.

“You’re no fun,” Ronan teased but helped him off his lap, following him shortly to the backseat by trying to crawl over the arm rests, hitting his head against the roof of the car.

Adam fell back with a laugh but rubbed the top of Ronan’s head soothingly when Ronan finally fell on top of him which earned him a glare and a playful bite to his hand. Adam giggled a bit, suddenly elated by what they were about to do like they were the horny teenagers from years ago who often stopped next to the road, too impatient to wait until they had reached a bed.

The same desperation they felt back then was reflected in Ronan’s eyes and he was sure his eyes matched the same heat. Adam pulled Ronan forward suddenly, pressing him as close to his own body as was physically possible.

It wasn’t long before Ronan’s tongue was in his mouth again, before Adam was frantically pulling on Ronan’s shirt to get it off, before they both let out a small sound at the skin on skin contact they finally felt.

The music was still booming in the background which only lit Adam on fire more, as did it urge Ronan to go quicker, to grind his growing erection against Adam’s, to take his hands and press them next to Adam’s hand on the backseat.

It was often Adam who led them during sex. By doing so, he could fulfil his need for control in a healthy way and Ronan loved being taken apart by him. But every once in a while, when Ronan was restless and had to think of something other than the bad thoughts and recurring memories that clouded his mind, he took over.

Ronan moved down his body, leaving hot kisses in his wake. Adam already trembled a little underneath him, from pleasure but from anticipation as well. His sweatpants and underwear were pulled down quickly and the kisses were moved to the inside of his thighs. Ronan bit his skin softly and he couldn’t help but buck up with a whine.

Adam scrambled to find the lube he knew was hidden in the car somewhere just in case something like this happened. He found it and quickly handed it to Ronan who had finally fully undressed as well.

When the first finger slid inside of him, Adam already felt undone. Ronan wordlessly reached out with his free hand and took Adam’s hand in his own, their rings clashing together softly, barely audible above the music.

As usual, Ronan took his time opening him up. Adam never felt anything but completely worshipped during sex with Ronan and while he wouldn’t mind it if Ronan went faster, he enjoyed Ronan’s gentleness despite the need he felt in the trembling of Ronan’s hands. Younger him would’ve sneered at Ronan to not treat him like he was going to break, older Adam knew it wasn’t about that. It was a way for Ronan to show how much he loved him, how much he thought this was what Adam deserved.

It was perfect.

Until he felt a twinge of pain in his shoulder. The cramped back of the BMW was not the perfect place to have sex but Adam would be damned if they stopped now. When he deemed himself stretched properly enough, he pushed Ronan’s arm away softly and turned around, balancing himself on his knees on the sticky leather of the seat.

“Jesus,” Ronan breathed out into his hearing ear, wrapping one of his arms around Adam’s waist so he didn’t fall and used the other to coat his cock in lube. Adam laughed softly, Ronan’s cursing still as magical as it always had been.

Ronan gripped his hips to hold him still as he slid inside, going slow and steady until he was buried deep in Adam. He couldn’t do anything but let out a moan of appreciation.

The movement of Ronan’s hips were slow at first, easing them into it. Pure need took over only moments later, the thrusts harder and deeper than before.

Back arching with pleasure, Adam was barely aware of the sounds he was making. He didn’t care either way, he knew Ronan loved hearing him. Ronan’s hand moved up to catch his chin, turning his head so he could kiss him heatedly. Adam could stay in this moment forever, their bodies moving together in a familiar dance while heat and pleasure shot up his spine, Ronan’s soft groans vibrating against his lips.

Adam’s orgasm was a slow, gradual build of heat and arousal. He buried his face in Ronan’s neck when he leaned down to wrap his hand around Adam’s leaking erection, the touch alone enough to have Adam begging for more against Ronan’s skin.

He came with a hoarse shout and a hand clenched in Ronan’s hair. He was too busy riding out his high to care about the mess he made on the interior of the car. He slumped back against Ronan who was still painfully hard inside of him.

With quiet whispers and the smooth roll of his hips, Adam brought Ronan closer until it became too much for him as well. Adam moaned softly when he came inside of him, kissing Ronan’s hand softly as he leaned his forehead against Adam’s shoulder.

“Better?” Adam asked, brushing through Ronan’s curls as he came down, smiling when he felt Ronan press his own into his skin.

“Much better,” Ronan said, his voice steadier, calmer, like he had worked off the nervous energy that had lingered after his bad dream.

They stayed like that for a few seconds more before it became uncomfortable and they knew it was time to head back to the Barns. They showered together when they got back, doing nothing more than staying in each other’s embrace, carefully washing off the remnants of sex. They traded soft kisses in bed after, clean and calm, the love they felt for each other palpable in the room. They slept easy that night, comfortable in each other’s arms and neither of them could think of a better place to be.

#trc fic #trc fanfic #trc fanfiction #pynch fic #pynch fanfic #pynch fanfiction #pynch #trc #pynch smut #the raven cycle #the raven cycle fic #the raven cycle fanfic #the raven cycle fanfiction #adam x ronan #ronan x adam #adam parrish #ronan lynch

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onesmallbunny · 5 years

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Haechan x Reader

Request by a sweet anon (with brilliant ideas): “can you pls write about haechan falling in love w another apocalypse survivor? lots of fluff but maybe a little angst? thanks ✌️”

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS SCENARIO IT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!! I hope you’ll like it tho :3

Genre: fluff; angsty

Words: 2,2k

It’s been almost a year. Almost a year you were traveling by yourself, trying to find some safe place to live it. Almost a year you were all alone. Almost a year since… this happened.

A year ago, a disaster happened. An apocalypse. I know what your thinking. This only happened in movies of books… Well at least, it was what you thought back in the days. But it happened for real.

You remembered everything about the day when everything fell down. You remembered you studying at school quietly. You, imagining yourself out of this school, travelling. Well, karma can be a bitch sometimes…

You also remembered the screams of this one teacher getting eaten in the playground, and you, watching everything through the window. You remembered this creature of evil, crawling on the grown, and this other one walking to you, his hands trying to reach your face. You remembered all the screams, the despair, the blood, death… Everything.

And yet, you were doing your best to forget.

It’s been years since you stopped counting the days, now. You were always alone and realizing how many days had past could make you go crazy. So, you were just walking. Walking as if you were hoping something will happened, as if you were thinking someone could save you.

At this point, you didn’t even know why you were fighting back when those creatures were attacking you. What was the point to survive when you were alone?

You woke up on a new day, after sleeping on this mattress you made by yourself with things you’ve found here and there, on abandoned houses. You took some berries to eat as a breakfast, put everything you had on your back and continued your long journey.

“Alright.” You said to yourself. “Where should I go now…” you sighed and looked at on a side of the forest you never explored. “Well I guess I’ll go there.”

You started walking, following a little road in the middle of the trees and flowers. You could hear the birds singing, some animals waking up after a long night of sleep… Oh yes, you were so jealous of their ignorance, their innocence…You wish you could be a butterfly sometimes… Or a bird. Or even a flower, a tree or some grass… Everything but this desperate girl you were at the moment.

An hour passed, maybe two or three. Perhaps more… You totally lost the notion of time. The more you were waking, the less you could hear the noises of the forest around you. And suddenly, everything was quiet. Abruptly, you stopped moving, listening around you, trying to catch any sound. This situation wasn’t normal…

Not even a second after, you heard this noise. The sound you feared and hated the most in the world : the sound of those creatures, running to you. You analyzed the situation as quickly as possible, detected where the noises came from and started running in the opposite direction. You didn’t know where you were going. The road was full of trees and mud, almost impassable. But if you were struggling, at least the creatures following you will as well.

And you were running and running and running. You were used to it now. But the more you were running, the more you realized something was wrong with the situation. The creatures behind you were closer and they wouldn’t stop. The path in front of you was more and more difficult, and you were exhausted. Wait. What was happening. You thought about it for a second and then realized… what it the end, already? You survived all this time for nothing? No… this couldn’t be…

A second of inattention, a branch of a tree on the ground and with a loud noise, you fell in the grass screaming of pain. Out of breath and with a painful ankle, you took you stick in you bag, stood up and tried to calm down. They were approaching. You could hear their horrible moaning, their feet crushing everything on their way, and a second later, you saw their terrorizing and empty eyes looking at you.

“Alright, monsters…” you whispered, getting ready. “Let the show begging…”

One of these hideous creatures jumped to you, screaming, drool mixed with blood falling from its mouth. You hit him violently with your stick and its body in decomposition touched the ground with a loud noise. You didn’t even have time to relish your victory that another one ran to you, its teeth trying to cut your arm. You ferocity stuck your sword of fortune in his left eyes and pulled it back with force, almost loosing your balance.

This wasn’t good. You were already out of breath, and they were so many left. You neutralized one more, and another… But you won’t survive much more. You were exhausted, helpless, alone…

Suddenly, one of these creatures pushed you on the grass and broke your stick with his own teeth. Laying on the ground, you stared at this horror with tears on your red eyes, shaking of fear. The monster was slowly approaching, as if he was playing with you.

You closed your eyes, feeling all your strength living your body, your soul. So this was the end… You survived all this time for nothing after all. How pathetic…

“Move your head!”

Hearing this voice was like a call from heaven. You looked at your left and saw a young man, holding a gun in his hands, running to you.

“I said move!” he shouted, pointing the gun toward the monster.

In a second, you moved your head, closed your eyes and heard the sound of a bullet going through the creature’s head. You finally opened your eyes, and saw something that looked like heaven. Tens of people, men and woman killing those creatures one by one, right in front of your eyes, saving you. How long has it been since you so real people…

“Are you alright?”

You looked up and saw the young man who saved you. He has soft and deep brown eyes, brown hair and a nice and warm skin color, like honey.

“Are you alright, miss?” he repeated.

“Oh, yes…”

“Okay, can you stand up? We have to go. Others are coming…”

As he was helping you to stood up, you felt your head getting heavier, and your eyes closing.

“Hey, stat with us, okay!”

“I think i’m going to…”

And then, total blackout. All you could remember was the sound of the young boy’s voice, telling you to wake up.

…

You slowly opened your eyes, awaken by the sunrise, softly touching your skin. You were laying on a very comfortable bed, in what looked like a tent to you. You checked around you, still a little sleepy and saw an old lady, showing her back to you.

You tried to stood up, confused and dizzy.

“Where am I…?” you whispered.

“Oh welcome back, sleepy head- No, no, no please young lady, lay down. You must be so tired.”

“Where am I? and? And are you?”

The young lady was about to reply, but someone walked into the tent, loudly. It was the young boy who saved you the other day.

“You’re finally awake!” he said with the happiest smile.

“Don’t scream, Haechan, she’s still weak!”

So, Haechan was his name…

“Sorry miss Lee… I’m so relived she’s okay.”

“Yeah I can see that…”

Miss Lee raised an eyebrow, surprised of the young man reaction. Haechan finally walked to you with a soft smile, and sat on a chair next to your bed.

“Hello, I’m Haechan. Do you remember me? I saved you, the other day!”

“Yeah, I remember. Thank you about that by the way… I thought I was already dead…”

“Well you would be now, if we weren’t here!”

“Yeah, I guess I would…”

A silence took place in the tent. Miss Lee left the two of you alone a while ago, and you didn’t have anything to say to Haechan.

“Anyway hmm… Can you stood up?”

“I guess I can. But Miss Lee said-“

“It’s fine, come with me. I have to show you something. Put some clothes on. We prepared this for you!”

You changed your clothes somewhere no one could see you and came back next to Haechan.

“Where are we going?”

Haechan just smile and opened the tent. At this very moment, as the sun was almost blinding you, what you saw amazed you. Even more than this day when Haechan and his friends saved you.

It was like a little village, with so many people. Nice trees, cute flowers, children playing together innocently, pregnant woman walking around, old man feeding birds, teenagers chatting together…

“Am I dead?” you asked. “Is this heaven?”

Haechan laughed, surprised.

“No it’s not, and you’re perfectly alive. Welcome to the Village! One of the last real town on hearth. We live all by ourself, with agriculture, hunting and stuff… And we can be happier! The village is not that big, though. Everyone knows everyone! That’s pretty cool. Oh, and look here…”

You followed him, but couldn’t really listening to what he was saying. After all these years of survival alone in the woods, you finally discovered civilization. A place where people are happy and where they don’t need to fight all the time to survive…

“And there, it’s a little library-“

“Can I stay here?”

Haechan turned his head and looked at you, surprised. Realizing what you just asked, you blushed, and looked away, embarrassed.

“I mean, I don’t want to be a burned or anything…”

“Of course you can stay! I mean, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to so…

“Really?”

“Of course! You really thought we would leave you all alone in the wild?”

You stared at him for a while, unable to say anything. Your dream was about to come true...

“Thank you so much...” you whispered, feeling your eyes getting wet.

“Hey you don’t have to cry, everything is fine!”

You nodded, laughing and whipping your tears off. You couldn’t believe it. Today was probably the best day of your life.

“I didn’t have time to ask you but... What’s your name?”

“My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N... That’s a pretty name. Well, you probably heard it but my name is Haechan!”

...

Days passed since Haechan rescued you from hell. You were now living a peaceful life, in a very small (but cute) house next to Haechan’s, in the village. You guys were always together, you were so attached to him, so much that you decided to join the Night Watch with him and some of his friends, so you can be with him a little more...

“Are you going out with Haechan tonight?” asked Jeno, one of Haechan’s bestfriend.

“Yes! We both going into the woods tonight, to see what’s going on there!” you replied with a smile, whilst fixing your gun on your belt.

“You seem pretty exited about it, Y/N...” Jeno laughed a little seeing your red cheeks. “Dont worry, he was as exited as you!”

Jeno winked and left the room, just like that, leaving you blushing and confused. He was actually right; you were so happy to go in the wood by night to face those monsters and all these horrific places... because you just wanted to be with Haechan.

“Y/N, are you ready? It’s our turn already.” Haechan’s cute head penetrated the room, making you blush even more. “Are you okay? You look...red?”

“I am! I’m fine! Let’s go...”

You almost run out of the room, extremely embarrassed, leaving Haechan behind you, confused.

“Okay then...” he said. “Let’s go!”

It was already a very dark night. The moon as your only source of light, and you could have been very scared, but feeling Haechan next to you while you walk into the woods made you feel better.

“So hum...” he finally said while walking next to you, after a silence. “Do you like your new life there?”

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to live to be honest... And it’s manly thanks to you, Haechan. Thank you so much for everything, really. You saved my life.”

Haechan blushed, embarrassed and tried to cover it by playing with his back hair.

“Well I didn’t do much... I mean- I wasn’t alone. I was with Jeno, Jaemin and all the others...”

“Yes but you were the one who killed the creature that was about to eat me.”

“That’s true...”

“So you saved my life.”

“Yeah... apparently...”

The young man was all red and couldn’t meet your eyes. He was so adorable, you couldn’t stop smiling. You came closer to him, get on your tiptoes and put your lips on his cheek, softly, closing your eyes. Surprised, Haechan stopped moving, breathless.

“A little gift for you.” you whispered. Embarrassed, you ran away, leaving your friend behind you, still in shock. Haechan put his hand on his cheek, and suddenly blushed, realizing what just happened.

“I would save her everyday just to have this gift once more...” he whispered to himself.

Tonight was the best night you’ve ever had. No monsters, no fight, nothing but cuteness and... love? You didn’t really know if it was love, but at least, you knew one thing. You wanted to be with Haechan.

Forever.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Back away from my daughter; 13th Doctor x child reader

And here is yet another request I got done with today this time we have the current Doctor the 13th Doctor. I am IN LOVE WITH HER AND SHE REDEEMED MY LOVE FOR DOCTOR WHO ONCE SHE CAME UP ON BOARD (Lately Capaldi’s episodes weren’t as good and almost made me stop watching Doctor who, private message me for more details) anyways I hope I did you justice anon as well as fans of Doctor who and made our current Doctor as in character as she is in the show.

Not really any warnings but fluff and protective Mama Doctor. Enjoy my lovelies :)

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It seems I can never make her mad. Ever since the regeneration, my dad or well I guess I should call her my mum, her personality has changed drastically. She’s always so optimistic and happy and she never seems to get angry, so I’ve been wondering what it would be like to see her really angry.

I remember the last couple of times back when my mum was still my dad and anytime I did something bad, he would get mad at me but in the end still forgive me because he loved me. Well he didn’t do it as much in his last form because he was a grumpy grandpa but he still forgave me in the end.

Now I have tried to see what it would be like to see my mother get mad, I know not a typical kid thing to want to do willingly but I’m not like any other kid, my name is (y/n) and I’m the Doctor’s daughter. I came into this world at my father’s 10th cycle of regeneration and since then we have had some pretty wild adventures, but my life got even wilder when my dad soon regenerated into a woman.

It was a bit odd having to call my dad my mum now but I soon adapted and she’s pretty cool to be around. But back to my dilemma here. I have tried various different things like accidentally breaking some of my mum’s things, trying to grab the controls of the TARDIS, even tried hiding some of Ryan’s, Yaz’s or Graham’s things.

Of course it got them mad but never my mum, which I found odd because she’d just rub it off and say it was just a little game we’d like to play. Which is true, but lately it hasn’t been as fun anymore.

So now I am currently just sitting along a hill by the Loch in Scotland 1548. While my mum and the others went off to do a case about some Zygons, I’m stuck here by myself because now that the Doctor is now a mum now, she’s ordered me to stay near the TARDIS. I never get to go on adventures anymore and it sucks.

It really, really sucks. And it’s boring.

All I do now is pick at grass, kick rocks or hang out in the TARDIS, depending on when and where we were at. So since we were in Scotland I was picking at the grass enjoying the view when I heard something behind me. I stood up and looked around seeing nothing for miles except for the TARDIS.

Now I may appear to be six years old but I’ve taken the shape of an adult before in my lifetime, and I knew that something was wrong. I kept looking around trying to see if anything was out of the ordinary when I felt something prick my neck. I let out a groan before suddenly feeling very sleepy.

I tried to stay awake but I soon collapsed on the ground and I tried to fight whatever it was that I was drugged with by drawing in a patch of dirt a quick message before my vision went black.

When I finally woke up, I found myself in some sort of window-like cylinder cage. I pressed my hand up to the window and took it back as it felt ice cold to the touch. I soon found myself shivering as I feel nothing but freezing cold around me.

“You finally awake.” A dark voice said. I looked up and through the cage I saw a familiar suit of armor standing before me.

“Y-you……you’re him aren’t you? Tzim-Sha…..the assassin.”

“And you are the spawn of the Doctor” he said.

“That’s insulting I’ll have you know!”

“SILENCE!!” He banged the cage which made me flinch. “You are the Doctor’s one weakness. She will pay for everything that she has done to me, once I deliver to her your frozen corpse.”

“You w-won’t win. My mum’s clever, she will find me.” Tzim-Sha said not another word but walked away and I heard the doors seal shut leaving me in the dark and my cage became colder. I shivered as I huddled myself tighter into a ball as I muttered, “I hope.”

*3rd Person POV*

After solving the Zygon issue, the Doctor and her companions traveled back to the TARDIS that stood on the hill where (y/n) was supposed to be waiting for them.

“Well done gang, another timeline saved again. Now what shall we do next?” the Doctor asked.

“Umm Doctor where is (y/n)?” Yaz asked. The Doctor looked around to see that her daughter was no longer where she said she’d be.

“She might’ve gone on a little hike around the Loch, maybe a swim. She’s always been a fan of water that one has. I’m sure she’s fine.” The group walked around calling (y/n)’s name but after a few minutes, she hadn’t shown up.

“I don’t think she’s in for a swim Doctor.” Ryan stated.

“Okay, okay think, think, think, think, think, if I were my girl where would I go? Yaz, Ryan check the TARDIS maybe she went in there after a while. Graham you’re with me we’ll keep looking out here.”

“Hey, don’t worry Doc, we’ll find her” Graham assured her and the Doctor nodded saying.

“Yeah, yeah we will. I’m sure we will. Okay team, move out.” The Doctor went walking with Graham while Ryan and Yaz went inside the TARDIS to see if (y/n) had gone inside and was taking a nap or something.

Outside the Doctor and Graham were keeping an eye out for anything suspicious or a sign of (y/n). As the Doctor walked, she suddenly felt a dent in the earth. She looked down to see the grass was pattern down, almost as if someone was sitting here for a long period of time.

“Graham I think I might’ve found something.” She quickly pulled out her sonic screwdriver and scanned it and looked down at the readings. “My daughter sat here!” She crouched down and then got a closer look to see foot impressions. “She stood up. And began pacing. But why? Why would my girl be pacing?”

“Uhh Doctor, I think you might want to have a look at this.” The Doctor looked up to see Graham standing near a patch of dirt. She raced over to him and together they saw a message being written out in the dirt, but due to the messiness of the writing, it didn’t look good.

“Oh no….” The Doctor knelt down and she gently stroked the dirt and she said. “This is (y/n), I know of it. Years ago we’d came up with this coder that if either of us had been ambushed or drugged, we’d write a message in a patch of dirt or soil. But who would kidnap her? Who has my girl?”

“I think I might know, look familiar?” Graham held out what appeared to be a human tooth.

With that the Doctor saw nothing but red.

“So Tzim-Sha’s back? How did he find us?” asked Yaz.

“And why would he want your daughter?” asked Graham.

“I think it’s obvious isn’t it? Revenge?” stated Ryan. The Doctor didn’t answer, only kept looking at the tooth that was in her palm.

“But where is he keeping her, that’s the question, I mean he could be anywhere in the entire galaxy, or any timeline if he wanted to.” Ryan said.

“Time…..Time….Time! Ryan you’re a genius!” The Doctor proclaimed as she sat up and raced towards the main controls of the TARDIS.

“Wait what do you mean by time Doctor?” asked Graham.

“Tzim-Sha first came to Earth for his competition but disregarded the rules, right?”

“Right” they all said in confused unison.

“So what better place to go to than where it all began?”

“So wait, he has her trapped somewhere back in September?” asked Graham.

“Yes! All we need to find out is where he’s keeping her at. Alright gang, hang on tight!” The Doctor then flipped the switch and the TARDIS activated and soon they went back in time to the day where Yasmine, Ryan and Graham first met the Doctor.

Once they were back home, they all left the TARDIS and the Doctor said.

“Now remember, we’re all first trying to figure out what exactly Tzim-Sha was planning, so I want all of you to be extremely careful that you don’t run into your past selves. Because if you do well—”

“Don’t worry Doc, we’ve seen Back to the Future we know about the whole ‘not seeing yourself past or future’.”

“Did those movies also mention that if you do it will not only cause a mess of the space time continuum but also that it could ruin the fabric of reality itself causing unimaginable natural disasters and ultimately and quite possibly changing the human race as we know it?”

“Not necessarily, just the space time continuum thing.” Ryan said with fear in his voice.

“Well, nice to know they’ve toned it down. But no worries, so long as we try not to cross our past selves, especially mind. Ohh I would not want to see myself first starting off, I was a bit off the head wasn’t I? Okay gang, let’s go find my daughter.” With that they began to track down the Doctor’s daughter.

*My POV*

Back with me, my body was shivering hysterically. Even with my regenerative powers, it felt like something was blocking it, ultimately stopping me from keeping warm. Whatever Tzim-Sha shot me with, it was most definitely doing the trick.

Oh mum……please wherever you are……hurry.

*3rd Person POV*

As the Doctor kept searching for her daughter along with her companions, when suddenly the Doctor stopped and felt freezing cold. She began to get flashes in her head seeing her daughter. Her body felt colder and colder and colder and nothing could stop her body from almost shutting down.

Next thing she knew, Yaz, Ryan and Graham were standing over her and Yaz said.

“Doctor, can you hear me?”

“W-what….” she asked.

“Take it easy Doc, you suddenly blacked out and you were freezing to the touch.” Answered Graham.

“What happened Doctor?”

“My daughter, my (y/n) I saw her she was…..” she panted heavily as she sat up and could still feel the coldness that had suddenly attacked her. “She was—in this cage and it…..it kept getting colder and colder by the second. Oh God, wherever Tzim-Sha put her she can’t regenerate her body heat. She’s gonna die!”

“Don’t worry Doctor, we’ll find her.” Assured Graham. “Now let us think, Ryan, Yaz and I know this terrain better than anyone, so let us do the thinking for now. Alright Yaz have you ever on your police runs gone to somewhere very, very cold?”

“Well on my traffic stops there are a couple of places I can think of…..wait! I remember something!”

“Spit it out Yaz what is it?” Ryan said.

“I remember a safety violation of an old butcher shop just down town. Said the freezers were deemed unsafe as they would keep going on the fritz and making the meats almost too frozen to even keep. Health department and the station shut it down and had the owner arrested for safety violations and health-related issues.”

“You think he’s keeping her there?” asked Ryan.

“It’s our best bet great work Yaz. Now where is it?” the Doctor said.

“Come on it’s not far from here actually.” They all soon took off running with the Doctor running right ahead.

Once they reached the butcher shop, it still had on the health department signs of closure but that didn’t stop the Doctor.

“Alright everyone, take these. If you find my daughter make sure you put this on her, it’s an automatic body heater. Just attach it to her neck and it should go to work and help her warm up. If you come up upon Tzim-Sha. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. Leave him to me.” The group nodded then they all split up and went their own ways in order to find (y/n) faster.

As the Doctor walked along trying to find her daughter, every once in awhile using their telepathic connection, but when she got no answer she began to get worried. After walking through the shop for a few more minutes, she suddenly came across this clear crystal-like cage that was fogged up due to the coldness of the shop.

She went up to it and used her sonic to scan the cage or whatever it was that she was looking at. She then looked down at it and muttered to herself.

“Ventalized crystal cage. Able to take in the surrounding temperature and bring it to the inside so that whomever is in there feels whatever temperature its surrounding area is. Never thought I’d see one in real life.” She looked around the cage until she saw an unfogged area of the cage and inside she found her daughter. “Oh (y/n)! Oh love I’m here, Mummy’s here now I’m gonna get you out!” She tapped on the cage hoping to see a reaction of her daughter but there was nothing.

(Y/n) remained motionless.

“Oh sweetie don’t do this to me. Just hold on mummy’s gonna get you out just hold on a little bit longer!” She used her sonic, hoping and praying that she would be able to unlock the cage but she wasn’t having any luck.

“You’ve come at last, Doctor.” At that moment her body tensed up, not with fear or her usual demeanor, but pure rage at the voice that was now behind her. She turned around and sneered.

“This time you’ve gone too far Sha, threatening the Universe and the rest of the galaxy is one thing. But when you involve family—oh you do not want to know the last time someone tried to harm my daughter to get to me.”

“I’m well aware Doctor. But interference with a God requires payment on your part.”

“You were never a God to the Uxs. So stop pretending to be one now. Release my daughter or I promise you things will get messy” the Doctor sneered.

“That a threat?” Tzim-Sha taunted.

“A promise.” She swore. Tzim-Sha then pulled out a gun and aimed it right at her while the Doctor aimed her sonic at Sha.

The two of them keeping aim at each other like two gunslingers in an old Western movie, not a single one of them moving until the draw.

When Graham, Ryan and Yaz came into the same part of the shop that the Doctor was in, they saw her trying to revive her daughter.

“Yaz come over here and help me, I’ve tried doing CPR but I don’t think it’s working!” The Doctor said frantically. Her nursing instincts took over and she sat beside the Doctor and pressed her ear to (y/n)’s chest.

“Okay starting compressions.” She then began to apply pressure on her chest four times before checking a pulse. “Still not getting a pulse.”

“Oh come on love, come back to me. Come to mummy darling.”

“Gonna try again,” Yaz continued with chest compressions and this time gave (y/n) mouth the mouth. Suddenly she started coming around as she began coughing and shivering. “She’s alright!”

“Oh! Oh that’s my girl! Oh that’ my good girl, that’s my good, good girl!” The Doctor praised as she took her daughter in her arms and wrapped her up with her coat.

*My POV*

Back in the TARDIS, I was now bundled up like a bug in a rug with my mum sitting over me.

“How’re you feeling darling?”

“A bit warm, and too constricted.” I whined out. My mum laughed softly and she said.

“Well it’s taking longer for the body heater to work, now that we know since Sha shot you with Black-shade poison to slow down your regenerative abilities.” She said as she stroked my hair.

“What did happen back there mum? I mean…..from what Yaz and Ryan were talking about Sha was gone when they got there, what did you do to him?”

“That’s a story best saved for another time, right now you should get some rest. Get warmed up, I’ll bring in a nice hot chocolate later eh?” I nodded and she gave me a kiss before leaving my room.

What the Doctor never wanted anyone to know was back there at their confrontation, she first dodged the shot meant for her and allowed him to shoot the cage which cracked it just enough for the Doctor to destroy the rest of it.

What she did next was then activate an old storage locker and disarmed Sha’s gun before finally giving him a strong punch across the face and a kick to the chest which sent him into the locker. She made sure that the door would remain locked forever and even turned down the temperature to the lowest degree possible and as she stared at him through the small mirror she told him a final promise.

“I told you, you’ve crossed the line once you involved my daughter into your plans. Let this be a permanent lesson for you Tzim-Sha. Never cross me and my daughter ever again.”

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honeysalvatore · 7 years

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His Queen//Klaus Mikaelson.

Thank you so much anon for requesting!

Heeey 💕 Can I request a Klaus one shot? Where he and the reader got married when they were human, and the reader become and original too… but a couple of centuries later she died making Klaus to lose control and becoming the evil King we know… but under strangers circumstances she is back to life in New Orleans in actual times, with Hope and Hayley, and they get together after all this time and she can help her family in all the troubles… Very fluff and cute Please and Thank u!!! 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Warnings: mentions of death but it gets really fluffy, I promise!

I haven’t started season two yet so I’m really sorry that I changed your request a bit and please forgive any grammar mistakes, I’m still learning and I hope to improve my writing! I hope you like it anyway! <3

Plot: Niklaus Mikaelson was different back in the years, he had a bright future in front of him and wanted to live happily with his wife Y/N. But when both became Original Vampires their life changed, leading to centuries of running away from Mikael, who wanted to kill them all. When Mikael kills her with the white oak stake, Niklaus’s broken. But now an unexpected surprise brings Niklaus back to life.

Long time ago there was a prince.

He was kind, had a good soul and wanted to live a happy forever after. When he walked by, every head turned to look at him, he was charming, everyone felt attracted to him as if he was a magnet; but he only cared about one single person in the village and it was her.

She was his princess, she was his happy forever after: she had those h/c hair falling down her shoulders, those pink lips and bright red cheeks, and those eyes - oh, those e/c eyes - they could’ve melted a heart made of ice. And like in most wonderful fairytales, they got married, they were happy. They would’ve spent their days together and eventually die at an old age.

This was their happy forever after.

But not all fairytales end happily, we all know, because every fairytale has a witch. The prince’s mother was a powerful witch who wanted to protect her family from an horrible threat, werewolves. Werewolves had already killed one of her sons and she couldn’t let it happen again; she wanted her sons to be more powerful, faster… and deadly. But the prince wanted his princess to be just like him so one night, when the spell was completed, they woke up different. After that night their lives would have changed forever, because one of the advantages of being a monster was immortality.

But one day it happened to them to discover what their true nature was. Screams could be heard from the village, the news spread as soon as light:

a monster killed somebody, and it happened to be her.

“I can’t believe what I’ve just done, Niklaus!” She screamed in fear, her pink lips now covered in bright red blood, her eyes screaming with her, “I’ve killed a person! I felt the desire to bleed dry that poor woman, I felt sick happiness doing it!” Her hands were shaking and the Prince took them carefully in his.

“Y/N, love, we can get through this together.” He tried to say but she cut him off, now tears were streaming down her bloody cheeks. “I’m a murderer!” The Prince didn’t say anything but wrapped his arms around her tightly, as she sobbed loudly, still screaming in pain. Niklaus didn’t want to admit it, but his Mother created a new specie of immortal predators, blood lusting.

After that night she wasn’t the same, she was weak and didn’t want to go outside, she even threw her Solar Ring away, which allowed vampires to be exposed to solar rays. Niklaus wanted to be strong for her, but the hunger chaught him off of guard, and at his first kill, he discovered to be a werewolf.

Our fairytale was slowly shifting into an horrible story.

Everything definetely broke when Mikael - Niklaus’ father - killed his mother, leading to his departure and the scattering of the family.

The prince and the princess then decided to make a promise, a promise that would have tied them up forever, a bond that could never be broken. “Nik, I promise to be by your side until the end of the times, I promise to support you, I promise to be your wife forever.” Y/N said smiling softly, a hand lifting to reach the hybrid’s cheek. He smiled, “And I promise, Y/N, to protect you from everything that comes in our way, always. I’ll be your prince charming forever.” Then their lips crashed in a passionate kiss, both promising endless love.

After centuries of continued running away and changing place over place, they found a period of peace. They were living in a beautiful mansion surrounded by nature, far away from any sort of village so it was difficult to be found; the mansion was like a castle, it was enormous and had a beautiful garden full of colorful flowers, the Mikaelsons were finally living. It was a sunny day, the wind was softly shaking the green leaves of the trees and the sound of birdsong was combined with the laughs of two young women.

«As I was saying, my dearest Y/N, I just can’t stand my brother anymore» Rebekah, the only Mikaelson daughter, sighed as she harvested a white rose from a bush, her attention now to Y/N, who was giggling. «Why would you laugh? You should have pity of me!» She pouted and shook her head. Y/N got up and walked towards her, a silly smile still on her lips. «Niklaus just wants to protect you, he would die for you, Rebekah, you’re what’s left of his family.”

“He’s so exasperating!” Rebekah said and Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Glad you noticed, dear daughter.”

Both women turned their heads in fear as they heard the familiar voice behind them, Mikael.

He was standing still, a white oak stake in one of his hands and a strange smile on his lips. Y/N spoke, trying to seem brave: “Go away or you’ll regret all this years of persecution!” Mikael laughed, playing with the stake, making the two girls back up. “Mh, you don’t seem in the position to tell me what to do, am I right?” He made some steps towards them and they eventually backed up.

Rebekah looked at him, disgusted.

“How did you find us?” She asked, her eyes getting watery. Her father sighed looking around him. “This place is so gorgeous yet so isolated, I didn’t expect to find you in a village full of people.” It was true, they made a mistake living far away from every village, because Mikael was clever and determinated to kill every member of his cursed family.

Rebekah looked at his father which tightened his grip on the stake but as he tried to vamp-speed towards Rebekah, Y/N jumped at him and he fell down, the white oak stake now on the grass. The H/C-haired girl tried to snap Mikael’s neck but failed so he threw her away against a pile of wood. The blonde girl tried to reach for the stake but Mikael was faster so he was going to stab Rebekah to death.

“Rebekah, NO!”

It all happened in a few seconds but yet they seemed years: Y/N was in front of Rebekah, eyes wide open, the white oak stake was now in Y/N’s chest; She screamed in pain as her whole body started to burn, Rebekah covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks… Mikael had already disappeared. When Y/N’s body fell on the ground Rebekah screamed, her knees collapsing on the ground as she saw her carbonized best friend’s body. “Y/N, please…” She sobbed but another scream made her stop, it was Niklaus’.

He vamp-speeded beside her body, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This can’t be her, where is she Rebekah?!” But Rebekah didn’t say anything, she just cried silently and that’s when Niklaus understood that it was her. “No, love…” He whispered, “Please don’t leave me.” But Y/N couldn’t answer him, so he hugged her body, rocking back and forth.

“You can’t be dead.” He continued to cry out, “Come back to me, darling.”

“She’s gone, Nik.” His sister touched his shoulder but he avoided her touch, yelling at her: “SHE’S NOT GONE!” He vamp-speeded into the mansion, breaking everything he found on his way, screaming in pain, her smiling face appearing into his mind, hurting his chest, not letting him breathe.

From that moment Niklaus Mikaelson changed, he wanted to let others feel his pain and he became what we know him for nowadays, the terrible original hybrid that everybody feared, he became a monster.

New Orleans, today.

Struggling with a group of witches isn’t easy, not now that a woman’s pregnant with his child; Klaus doesn’t even know how to feel.

Happiness and love are emotions that he didn’t feel in years, and when we talk about a vampire, years can be a lot of time. Today is the day she died, he didn’t forget the date, it was stuck in his mind, it didn’t let him go. The memories of her still waking him up at night, making him weak; he lost Y/N many centuries ago but it always felt like yesterday. How could he forget her?

How could he forget her small figure approaching him and her soft cheeks that he loved to touch, or her lips that he loved to kiss. She was the most wonderful person to him, she was clever, beautiful. She was the world to him.

Niklaus takes another sip of his drink, his eyes focusing on the roaring fire in front of him, his thoughts making his vision go blurry. He blinks away the tears as he hears footsteps from behind him, a small smile appearing on his lips.

“Brother.” Niklaus greets, swallowing the liquid and putting the glass on the table. Elijah doesn’t answer, he seems confused and shocked. “She’s not here anymore...” He begins, gulping. “The coffin is empty.”

Klaus’ blue eyes widen: “What are you talking about, Elijah?”

“Come with me.” The brother answers and the two of them go where Klaus keeps the family coffins. It was true, Y/N’s coffin was open but her body wasn’t there. “If Marcel took her I swear to God-” Klaus says but it’s cut off by Rebekah’s voice: “It wasn’t him, Nik.”

The hybrid shakes his head in amusement mixed with anger, clenghing his jaw. “The witches!” Rebekah exclaims and Elijah nods. “We have to find out now or I’m going to kill all of them.” Niklaus claims as his brothers follow him outside.

“How dare they take away Y/N.” He mutters fearing of what they could’ve done to her precious body. Hayley follows the three brothers walking away rapidly but then a voice make them freeze: “Niklaus?”

Niklaus slowly turn his head and he stands still, incapable of doing anything: he doesn’t think, he doesn’t breathe he just watches in surprise the woman a few meters in front of him. “Y/N, oh my God...” Rebekah whispers but Niklaus doesn’t make a move he just says in a very cold way: “Who are you and how did you possess her body?” But the woman doesn’t understand and makes a few steps towards him, he shouts: “HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“DO WHAT NIKLAUS, DON’T YOU SEE I’M HERE?” She shouts back with tears in her eyes, she’s maybe the most confused of all. “I’m here, Nik.” She says again but this time her voice is soft and gentle. Niklaus shakes his head, his eyes watery and his hands shaking. He felt happiness for the first time in centuries. It doesn’t take long for her to run to him and for him to finally take her in his arms, hugging her as tight as possible, not letting her go, not anymore.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, her small hands grasping his dirty blonde hair, both crying happily. “I was so lonely without you.” She sobbed, still smiling. “I can’t believe you’re actually here, love. Your absence has killed me every day.” Niklaus cups her cheeks with his hands, both looking into each other’s eyes after that amount of time. “I promised you that I would be your wife forever, I’ll never leave your side anymore, Nik.”

Niklaus smiles, he’s happy, he feels like he never felt in years.

He’s finally alive.

Klaus kisses her once, then twice, then as many times as possible, fearing that everything is a dream and that tomorrow he’ll wake up as always, without Y/N by his side. But the next day he wakes up beside her, her beautiful sleeping face making him smile.

“Goodmorning, Nik.” She whispers softly as she opens her beautiful E/C eyes.

Niklaus has already dressed up so he turns round to watch her sit on the bed, yawning as she gazes at him. “I can’t stop but smile.” She chuckles, using the white blanket as a dress, approaching to him. The hybrid grins and Y/N takes his hands and looks deep in his eyes. “Am I still your princess?”

He laughs, kissing her knuckles.

“I’m a King now, darling, I need a Queen to reign this kingdom.”

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