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k0juki · 7 hours

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some angst with joost (with an happy ending pls)

A/n: I can actually write something over 1k words? Also I think the end is poorly written, so bear with me. xdd

Where have you been?

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Warnings: maybe some abandon issues (I'm really bad at this..)

Wc: 1252

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Joost was locked in his room all day. You didn't blame him. He was gaining popularity and he was doing everything he could to make the most of it. But you also were scared for him. These last few days were a lot.

He was stressed and you just wanted to help him. To give him some break from work. But he didn't want one.

"Joost? I made you some tea." You said and opened the door from his work room. He didn't say anything, he was still staring at the same spot on his computer. You didn't know if he was ignoring you or if he was really that busy with work.

You put the cup down on his desk and came behind him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He still said nothing.

"How is it going Joost?" You asked, truly curious about his work.

"Good." He replied, it was short and without any sweet playfulness that you loved.

"That's good." You whispered, with a small smile that was more forced than happy. He was just busy with work, you were repeating in your head, all and all over again.

"Do you wanna..." you began, "maybe, take a little pause from work?" You felt him tense up under your hands just as you finished.

"Y/n, I have some work to do, can you stop?" Joost angrily remarked.

"I didn't mea-" you didn't even finish the sentence, as Joost turned around and pulled out of your embrace. His face and eyes were hard, he was really mad.

"I told you to stop bothering me." He spatted at you. "Don't you have anything to do? Or bother?" The more he continued, the more it hurt.

Inside of your head, you began to panic. What have you done? What were you going to do now?

You didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked down and slowly left the room, softly closed the door behind you.

Why would he do that? You just wanted him to take a break, nothing more. Were you really that annoying?

You made your way out of the house, leaving all things behind. Including your bag, phone and most importantly a keys.

You had to clean your head. You didn't really realised you were crying till you touched your face. Where am I going? You thought, you just simply didn't know anything right now.

And the fact that it was getting darker as night approached, didn't help much. You made your way to the nearest park where you and Joost, from time to time, spent some moments together. You sat down on the bench, and just looked around.

You were enjoying the quiet atmosphere around you, but your thoughts were traitorous. Telling you all the bad things, even though they weren't true and real, only you were real, right now, at this moment.

As the night came, you still sat at the same place. You were playing with the rings on your fingers, as the cold slowly started to absorb you whole.

And then you heard it. The soft call. Someone was calling you, your name.

"Y/n!"

Where was it coming from? Who was calling you?

"Y/n, where are you!"

It was getting closer. He was getting closer. Joost. You could say something, anything, but you had no strength to do that. You lowered your head back down, doing nothing.

"Y/n-" Joost stopped in mid sentence as he saw you sitting all alone on the bench. He ran to you and as soon as he stood in front of you, he slowly crouched down and put his hands on your knees, where you were playing with your fingers.

"Hey..." Joost whispered, but now it was you who were silent. You didn't even look at him.

"I-I, I'm-m-" he was struggling to somehow put the whole sentence together.

"I-i'm sorry Y/n. I'm so s-sorry." He began and looked down on the ground. "I shouldn't have yelled and been mean to you, it wasn't fair...to you, you were just trying to help me." As he continued, he put his head on your knees, you felt him shaking and your heart broke a little, but he hurt you.

But he also knew about your traumas. You told him how you can't handle it mentally when someone yells at you, and he promised you to never do that, just to break that promise.

"I'm so sorry Y/n. I really am." Joost whispered. “I was just stressed a-and I know that it doesn't change anything I said, but I'm still so sorry."

He broke in front of you. Crying by your legs.

"Can you say something...?" He whispered. And then he felt as you took your hands away from his own and he feared the worst. He didn't want to hear it, to go through another loss of someone he loves, but now just because of his stupidity.

He wrapped his arms around your legs, now wanting to let you go. But what he didn't expect was you to put your hands in his soft, blonde hair and started massaging his scalp.

"I forgive you." You whispered. Joost raised his head and looked you in your eyes with his red ones from crying. It took him some time to realize what he'd done, and when he went to apologize, you were nowhere to be found.

This panic that washed over him, he didn't feel it for a long, long time. When he tried to call you, he heard your phone ring in the kitchen, where you left it, along with other stuff he knew you wouldn't leave the house without.

So he went searching for you, and all the places you could have been. He was also asking other people if they saw you, but they didn't. His last hope was a park. It was where you met. You were there, and when he saw you, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

"You...forgive me?" Joost couldn't help, but ask. His arms lose a bit around your legs, but it was still strong enough to keep you in place.

"I forgive you." You repeated and took his face in your hands."I know you have it hard right now, but I just, I don't know...got scared a-and left. I shouldn't have done that. To scare you like that too." You felt his fresh tears as you spoke to him. He was really scared you would leave him too.

"I should be the one apologizing to you." Joost's voice cracked and then he kissed your palm. "You're not going to leave me, are you?" He asked with his crystal blue eyes.

That question made you panic. "No, of course not. I could never." He is the love of your life, you couldn't just leave him.

"Let's just go home. I'm really cold." He stood up and pulled you in a hug. He didn't care about anything as long as you were with him, in his arms. Joost was repeatedly kissing the top of your head, with one hand in your hair and the other around you.

You heard him keep muttering how sorry he was, but you already forgave him. Now he just needed to forgive himself.

"Here, take my jacket." He said and took his jacket off as he let you go. As soon as you had it around you, he took your hand in his and together you made your way home.

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Part 2? Idk...any ideas?

Don't copy or translate my work! Also the picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

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evmrellie · 2 days

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Labyrinth | s.r x gn!reader

summary: You're scared about your feelings for Spencer. Insp by labyrinth from Taylor Swift.

genre: fluffly and hurt/comfort. pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader (I'm a girl so I wrote going on this way, but I think I didn't gave any descriptions abt being one, so it's totally safe for gn!readers <333 if I did, I'm sorry, I didn't notice.) words: 1,3K warnings: family issues, inexperienced!reader, reader never being in a relationship before, insecurity, anxiety, mention of toxic relationships (not between reader and anyone else) notes: hiii, this is my first oneshot so plss be nice 😭✋🏻 im not used to write like this, but I'm so obsessed with Spencer and I had this idea and I couldn't just let go. English it's not my first language, so forgive me if any mistakes or if u guys don't understand smth. not proofread. hope you guys like it !! <3

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

You've never trusted relationships, not that you had experienced any, but what you saw growing up? What you were used to? Didn't make you want to get into one in the first place.

You never denied that you've dreamed about that; finding a true love and a nice, healthy relationship since you saw all your friends living it. That hurted you a little, but you learned how to live with it.

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You tried to catch your breath, adjusting it as much as possible. You were used to unlearn the ability of breathing when you were around people who made you nervous, especially if you had a slightly crush on them. Actually, you unlearn every normal thing that humans do when they interact, it's like a part of your brain stops working and refused to turn it on again. He loved to make you embarrassed, especially in front of pretty nerd ish boys.

The first time you met Spencer it consumed all of your brain chemistry. Day and night making fantasies of how it would be meeting the boy again with the help of destiny, falling in love and maybe being obsessed with you the same way you were with him. But you knew that it was just a fantasy and it would never happen, it was just your brain trying to distract you from the real world and your real problems.

It was a nice escape though.

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Everything happened so fast in your time vision, it terrified you of how easy he was able to get through it. You were always scared of relationships because, yeah, it was nice and easy to fantasy about it, but to actually live it? That scared the shit out of you. All your Inexperience, insecurities and traumas couldn't be fixed from one day to another.

Everything that you learned from your parents was that if you dived in too quickly, it would be a mistake. Not only from your parents, but also from people you were close to, seeing their relationship rise too fast and going effortlessly and awfully down.

You never understood why they keept doing it, sinking into the same situation over and over again, sometimes with the same or a different guy. How they kept being pulled and compelled by it? You didn't understand because you never felt it.

It was so scary how relationships could rise so fast and sink at the same speed.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

You understood why they kept like that in the worst — best— way possible.

When it first hit you that you were falling in love with Spencer felt like a harsh slap in your face, leaving red bruises and a terrible burning in. You didn't want to accept it, it was frightening to actually let it in.

Was getting hard with the passing time, he wasn't getting any easier and neither were his loving and caring acts. I mean, how could someone like him be so.. careful with you? You felt like a broken piece who would never be loved and receive this kinda of treatment, it was starting to confuse you.

You knew he wasn't the type of person who liked being touched or touching other ones, but with you? Every possibility of being close to you, hugging you, touching your hand and giving a sweet cuddle in that same spot was driving you insane. He made sure that any free time he had, he spent with you. Or even at work, in his free time that he used to call you.

Reid talked to you about his mom and his abandonment issues with his father so openly that made you open yourself with him too. You didn't want to scare him telling him about your family situation or make him think you're a weird, problematic person, but you couldn't let him vent to you and not say a thing. He hasn't change with you. In fact, it only bought you both closer.

You ended up accepting what you felt for him, you didn't want to fight against it, deep down was a comfort feeling. For the first time you felt what everyone around you always talked about. And oh god, it really was an amazing feeling. But no, you would never tell him that. The thought of how this could end so fast after telling him that because probably it wasn't reciprocal, hurted you so bad that keeping it to yourself was the best decision you could make.

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice called you off of your own thoughts, his Cheshire Cat smile growing as he saw your face turning into a shade of burgundy.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like a deer lost in the headlights.” He snorted a laugh.

“What?! I'm not-“

He interrupted you, getting up from the chair where he was lost doing his usual puzzles. Spencer walked over to you, resting one of his hands on your face while the other one brushed away a few strands of hair that fell into your eyes. You automatically snuggled your face between Spencer's hands, smirking and closing your eyes, enjoying the gentle caress his fingers made on your cheeks.

“Tell me, please.” He begged you, you could easily hear the smile into his words. He was always so polite, it made you want to scream into a pillow and kick your feets in the air.

You sighed, tired to hide how you felt.

“Honestly? About you. I think I already fell for you.”

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

You were scared of his reaction, to look at him and see his eyes falling in pity for you; About him suddenly telling you to go home because he didn't felt the same and saying that this wouldn't work between you two. But to be honest, you couldn't hide anymore, not for him and not for yourself. You needed to break free from this labyrinth you created on your mind, there's no way you could keep up with this and stay cool like it didn't made your chest burn everytime you looked at him.

He surprised you by just laughing softly.

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

“Well, i’m pretty sure i am terriefiedly in love with you.”

You swore that if this was a joke you would combust and turn into a million pieces of yourself, no one would ever find you again.

Your eyes caught up at his sparkling hazel irises that conveyed how much he begged for the same answer. You always felt something carving like a dagger inside your chest when he looked at you like that, like you could break him with any wrong do.

It was absolutely terrifying how easy he broke you to this, to this situation where you could never lie and deny that you felt the exactly same for him. You were head over heels for him. Not in a million of worlds you could imagine that Spencer Reid felt the same thing you did for him, but you were also pretty sure that you were the one who would end up with the heart completely shattered if this ever come to an end.

“I love you so much, Spence.” You said, and then his lips parted open and you were able to feel his sweet taste coming into yours.

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marie-swriting · 2 days

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For The Very First Time - Emily Prentiss

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Summary : Emily always thought she'd end up with a man, however it's a woman that makes her heart beat faster.

Warnings : set during season 16 (spoiler free), alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), questioning sexuality, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warning.

Word count : 3.1k

French version (will be published today at 6pm)

Song inspiration : 10x better by Marielle Kraft

Emily Prentiss is nose deep in her Sicarius files. She re-reads every piece of information, searching for a detail she and her team might have missed, in vain. She runs a hand through her grey hair, sighing; she looks once again at the first page when you interrupt her reading.

“Excuse-me, I’ve waited until the last minute but I’m closing now and I’m going to ask you to leave, please.”

“Oh my God, sorry !” Emily apologises while glancing at her watch. “I didn’t see the time. You could have told me earlier, I would have understood.”

“Don’t worry, I had to clean everything behind and I noticed you were busy.” you reassure her with a gentle smile.

“That’s an understatement though it’s not an excuse. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Are you working on something important ?” you ask as she packs her things in her bag.

“You could say that, yes.”

“Where are you working ? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m an FBI agent, more specifically I work with the Behavior Analysis Unit.” she informs, standing up.

“I get why you were tearing your hair out then” you joke.

“Stress comes with the job.”

“Not to the point of losing your beautiful hair I hope. I mean, I’ll probably be doing just the same at one point, this job is taking all my energy, though it’s clearly not the same. I’m not afraid of coffee beans.”

“You’ve been working here for a long time?” Emily questions.

“Since the opening, I’m the owner. I used to work in insurance and then, one day, I just decided to stop everything and open the café I had been dreaming of for years.”

“It was a good decision. I like this place a lot.” She sincerely compliments and it warms your heart.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna leave you alone. I wouldn’t want to make you work even later. Sorry again.”

“No worries.”

You start taking the coffee cup and the small plate when you hear the doorbell ring. You wait for the door to close when Emily’s voice resonates one last time in the café.

“By the way, I’m Emily.”

“Y/N. Come back whenever you want.”

Emily gives you one last smile before leaving the café. You watch her leave through the window before closing the main door and finishing your cleaning.

After that night, you don’t see Emily for weeks. You live your life as usual but you can’t deny you wish you could see her again. Emily has managed to get in your mind with one single conversation. Therefore, as soon as you end up seeing her again sitting at a table, you can’t help the smile on your face. Emily has at least three files spread in front of her and a pen in her right hand. Like last time, she goes through the different pages, a desperate expression on her face. You serve another client before coming to her.

“It looks like you need another coffee.” you say, making her raise her head.

“I need more than this.”

“Are you getting anywhere?”

“Slowly. Too slow for certain people.” Emily sighs, rubbing her neck.

“I’m sure you’ll find all the clues you need.” you softly tell her and you put your hand on her shoulder, making her heart beat faster. “I’m bringing you this coffee right away.”

Emily doesn’t move until you come back, still in shock because of your touch. Once you’re back, you give her her new cup of coffee and a small plate with a chocolate donut.

“I thought you’d need some sugar, too. It’s on the house.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Before you can add something else, you hear one of your employees calling for you. You smile at Emily then you go see your employee.

Just like last time, all the clients have left, except Emily. And just like last time, you leave her alone whilst you do almost all the cleaning. The second you come back to her, Emily hears your steps and raises her head up before you can talk. She looks at her watch and sighs.

“I didn’t pay attention to the time. Again. Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” you smile, taking her dishes.

“Do you need help?” Emily asks. “It’s the least I could do to thank you for your patience and the donut - it was really good, by the way.”

“Thank you and I only have to wash the floor and your table and I’m done so no need.”

“I insist. Besides, it’ll get my head out of this case.”

“As you wish.”

Emily takes the broom while you wipe the table.

“Do you often work late?” you ask, interrupting Emily in her task.

“More than I’d want to but it’s for a good cause.”

“And isn’t it too complicated with your personal life? I mean, I guess you have a lot of work to do and you have to travel quite regularly.”

“It can be complicated. My ex was also an FBI agent and even if it was nice because he could understand how busy our life could get, we ended up breaking up because of this. He was kind, it just wasn't working. It’s a bit more complicated to have a lasting relationship when there is distance.”

As you understand Emily’s last relationship was with a man, you feel dumb for thinking you could have a chance with her. Though, you quickly remind yourself she could be just as attracted to men as she is to women. However, you have to keep in mind that you might have zero chance with her.

“I get it but for me, it used to work with my ex. We broke up because our relationship had run its course, not because of the distance. I think that with the right person and the right efforts, it can work.” you genuinely admit.

“What’s his job?”

“She is a stewardess.”

Hearing you correcting the pronoun, Emily is embarrassed and yet, a part of her is also… reassured? She’s not sure why.

“Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“It’s okay.” you promise.

“You haven’t found someone else since?”

“No, I’ve been single for a year now so you can make me work late, I don’t mind.” you laugh.

“I still feel a bit guilty.”

You keep cleaning up as you get to know each other. Rapidly, you start laughing together. Emily is fascinated by you, she hadn’t felt this kind of connection with someone so quickly. She can’t stop asking you questions, she wants to know as much as possible about you. Once the café is completely cleaned, Emily is disappointed. She wishes this moment would never end.

“It was nice talking. We should do this more often.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“Maybe somewhere outside this café. What do you think?”

At your sentence, Emily stops functioning normally. Are you flirting with her? She can’t tell if you are though, she is sure of one thing: she wouldn’t mind it if you do. You give her your phone number, bid her goodbye then you walk to your car while Emily watches you leave, a million emotions running through her body.

As the weeks go by, you meet each other several times. At first, in public, in a park, at the movies, at the restaurant, then, one night, you invited her to finish the evening at your place and you discussed until late in the night.

Emily yearns for those moments with you. She always wants to be with you, listening to your voice, making you laugh. She doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. At first, she just thought she found a rare friendship but the more she thinks about it, the more she wonders if her feelings are only platonics. However, because of her work, she doesn’t have the time to question herself so she just juggles between her professional and personal lives.

You invited Emily over for dinner. Emily is nervous about it though, she’s excited to see you, especially after the stressful day she’s had. She wants to relax and she knows with you, she can.

As you finish making the sauce, Emily knocks on your door. You open it and let her in. Right away, Emily inhales the smell coming from the kitchen.

“Oh my God, it smells so good.” she compliments as her mouth waters.

“Thanks! It’s the last recipe I learned at my cooking class. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Now more than ever!”

You give Emily a big smile before dragging her to the kitchen. As a way to whet her appetite, you make her taste the sauce and Emily thinks she’s never tasted anything better. Your cooking might compete with Rossi’s, though she’d never tell him.

After eating your supper, Emily’s stomach is perfectly full. You finish the evening sitting on the couch, a glass of red wine in your hands. Emily talks about her work and her team. She tells you some anecdotes and it makes you want to meet them even more. They seem to be important for her, to be her family. Whilst Emily is talking, you tenderly admire her as your bodies get closer and closer without both of you noticing.

As soon as she looks up, Emily realises how close your faces are. Despite her, her eyes look at your lips. You see it and smile before breaking the distance a bit more. Emily doesn’t back up. Quite the contrary, she lightly leans in, only leaving a few inches between your lips. You’re about to press your lips on hers when a ringtone breaks the tension. Emily takes a step back and takes her phone, finding a new message indicating that there will be a meeting first thing in the morning with Miss. Davis, the attorney general.

“Nothing bad?” you question, frowning.

“No, just some information for a meeting tomorrow.”

After her sentence, there is a heavy silence between you two. This sudden interruption brought you back to Earth and you don’t know if you should act like nothing happened or try to get closer again. Embarrassed, you clear your throat before replying:

“You should go, then. I feel like you don’t sleep a lot and I wouldn’t want to be the reason why you’ll sleep at work.”

“You’re right. I’m gonna go,” Emily accepts and she stands up from the couch. “I had a great time tonight. We should do this again, at my place. Although, I can’t promise you a diner as good as yours.”

“As long as it’s made with love.”

Upon hearing your last word, Emily doesn’t know what to add. She wonders if your sentence was innocent or if you were implying something. She is an outstanding profiler and yet, you manage to make her lose her composure. And so, she simply says goodbye to you before leaving your apartment.

On the way to her home, Emily can’t help but think back to your evening together and the moment you almost kissed. If her phone hadn’t rang, she could have an even more delicious memory than your food in her head. Before that night, she hadn’t realised how much she wanted your lips. As she thinks more about you, she ends up imagining a future with you where you’d be together and for the first time in her life, she’s not reluctant to it. She’s even delighted about some domestic moments, the same moments she used to get bored of in her previous relationships. She knows with you she won’t get bored. It’s different. What she feels for you, in spite of the fact that she might not fully understand it, already feels easier, more pleasant.

You might be in Emily’s mind more than she’d like to, the fact is, she has a case to solve. Indeed, when Emily is in her office, she’s professional. Sometimes, you find your way to her thoughts however, Emily doesn’t let you distract her. Still, her thoughts become louder and louder and Emily feels like she’ll explode. She needs to talk to someone, even if it’s the last thing she wants to do.

At the end of the day, someone knocks on her office door, getting her out of her head. She invites the person in and Tara appears.

“I wanted to say bye before leaving.”

At her sentence, Emily looks at her watch and discovers it’s almost 8:00 P.M. She sighs before looking up to her colleague.

“Tara, I’d like to talk to you before you leave.”

“Sure. Is it about Sicarius?” Tara wants to know before sitting in front of Emily.

“No, it’s… personal. Rebecca is the first woman you date, right? Before, you only dated men.”

“Yes, I did. Why?”

Tara stares at Emily, confused as Emily searches for her words. Never had Tara seen her in this state.

“How did you understand you wanted to be with Rebecca when…”

“When I had never been attracted to women before?” she finishes with a smile, finally getting where this conversation is leading. “First, now thinking back, I know I’ve been attracted to more women than I thought. As for Rebecca, it was just… natural. We met at a meeting and we clicked instantly. I admit I didn’t understand what was happening to me at first. Suddenly, I found myself wanting with her what I wanted with my exes, the only difference is that this time I found the right person. Why this question? Did you meet someone?”

“You could say that,” Emily admits, avoiding Tara’s gaze. “Nothing is done, but I never felt this before. You know, when I was younger, I did everything to fit with kids my age, even if it meant making stupid mistakes. My relationships never really worked at first so I drafted a list for the ‘perfect man’ and whenever the man I thought I loved didn’t fit those criterias, I’d break up with him. The rare times a man checked the boxes, I would always search for a flaw. I always felt like something wasn’t working. I never knew if it came from them or me but those relationships never worked and those men always seemed more attached to me than I was to them.” Emily confesses, sighing. “The fact is, there was always a problem then I met her. Just like for you and Rebecca, we clicked instantly and it seems natural. I don’t feel like I’m playing a role and the more I think about her, the more I realise she fits everything I want in a relationship, even things I never thought about before. But… I don’t know…,” she says with hesitation, “I never imagined myself with a woman and yet, with her, I wouldn’t mind it. For the first time, I see a relationship with someone and it seems… peaceful. It’s ten times better than I thought. You know what I mean?”

“I totally get it.” Tara confirms with a big smile. “She really caught your eyes, didn’t she?”

“You have no idea. But I don’t know what to do. I know she likes women and I think sometimes she flirts with me but I don’t know.”

“You should talk with her. Trust my experience and update me.”

Emily hasn’t stopped thinking about her conversation with Tara and she rapidly understands she’s right. Thinking back, Emily knows what was missing in every of her relationships: she never liked those men, no matter her efforts to like them. Emily also knows the feelings she has for you are more than real so, she decided to invite you over so you can talk.

Yet, once you’re at her place, Emily can’t bring the topic up. She does everything to avoid it. Emily always struggles to talk about her emotions as she learned dealing with them after the fact. However, once she sees your face brightens while you speak about the new things you want to do at your café, she only wants one thing and it’s to act emotionally and kiss you right now. You keep explaining the last baking recipes you want to add when Emily mutters:

“I want to kiss you so much.”

“What?” you exclaim, furrowing your eyebrows and with an ounce of hope.

“Huh… sorry, that’s not what I meant.” Emily apologises, blushing.

“Oh… okay.” you say before marking a pause and getting closer to her. “If it can make you feel any better, I wouldn’t be against it. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for months.”

“What held you back?”

“I wasn’t sure you were attracted to women.”

“I wasn’t sure about it either then, I met you and everything became clearer.” Emily admits, looking deeply in your eyes. “Since I was a kid, I knew I was different, but still I never understood why. And the minute we met, I understood why. I’m a lesbian and… Oh my God, it feels so good to say it out loud!” She screams, joyful and you lovingly look at her. “ I never thought I could be so at peace with who I am.”

“I get it. Realising who you are is never easy, even less when you realise this at our age but it’s so liberating. I’m happy you accepted yourself,” you state, taking her hand in yours.

“I still have some questions, but I think I’ve done the hardest part.”

“Well, I’d be happy to accompany you on this journey, unless you’d rather do it alone, which I wouldn't mind.”

“Did you forget the part where I want to kiss you?”

“Oh no, I still have it in mind.” you chuckle, “though I also know sometimes we need to be alone to unpack all of this. So, I’d understand if you didn’t want a relationship right away.”

“Quite the contrary, for once, everything is easy and I want you. I’m 100% sure about this and I’m not afraid of committing with you.

Determined, Emily puts her hands on your cheeks and gets closer until her lips touch yours. You smile while kissing her and one of your hands finds its way to her grey hair and the other to her waist. Whilst you keep kissing, Emily’s heart is about to explode in her chest. This kiss is the best one she’s ever had. This kiss is soft and yet, ten times better than all the ones she’s shared before. She could kiss you until she can’t breathe anymore and for the very time in her life, Emily knows she’s found the right person for her. In the end, the idea of the perfect man didn’t exist, simply because it was a woman, because it could never be anyone else but you and you’re ten times better than she imagined.

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squirmhoney · 1 day

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for prompts: (modern au) maybe aegon punishing his niece reader by edging her till she cries and begs him to let her cum because she was being a bit jealous and bratty at a party?

english isn't my first language so im sorry if there are any mistakes!!

A/N: love this. Enjoy ♥️

Warnings: dub con. Edging. Orgasm denial. Incest. Overstimulation. 18+

It was torture.

The way Aegon was toying with you in the backseat of his car.

You knew rolling your eyes and giving death glares to other women were not acceptable, especially when you were usually the cool and collected one. But you and Aegon hadn't been able to touch each other in a week and you were losing every bit of composure you once clung onto with the way he was looking tonight.

You needed him… but not like this.

You whimpered as his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, praying he'd just slip his fingers underneath the material already. But he wouldn't, even though you knew he wanted to as much as you did.

“Look how wet she is for me,” Aegon hummed, rubbing you through the material. You were leaking out of the sides of your underwear at this, the material no longer able to hold the mess in. “Fucking hell, you this desperate?”

“Please Aegon,” you whimpered, placing your hand on top of his in hopes to guide him.

But he tutted, slapping your hand away in a warning. “Brats like you need to learn a lesson.”

“I need you though,” you pouted, wet eyes begging for the tiniest bit of sympathy.

But he ignored you, shaking his head as he went back to your pussy.

When his finger finally pushed your panties to the side, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your noises at bay.

“I don't even think you'll need me to touch you that much, will you?” He asked, tone as menacing as the grin that spread across his cheeks. “I could just do this for a few minutes-” his middle finger circled your clit slowly to demonstrate “-and you'd probably cum, wouldn't you?”

You didn't dignify him with an answer, only trying to focus on the faint touch of his fingers. He was barely touching you, practically hovering over you with his finger but you were still breathing erratically, focusing on his touch.

“You really are desperate,” Aegon chuckled, the gravelly sound tickling your ear. It spread across you, crawling from your neck and over your body as it seemed to deepen the heat swirling in your stomach from his depraved touch. “I'm barely touching you, darling. Need me that bad?”

“Yes,” you let out in choked sob, nodding your head feverishly at him. “Please, Egg. I'll do anything.”

“Oh I know.”

You moaned when his fingers pressed against you a bit more, finding yourself leaking even more at the sensation.

“Really?” He was mocking you, enjoying the way he didn't have to do anything to have you like this.

You didn't even care as you closed your eyes, furrowing your brows as you concentrated. A week without him and the simplest of touches were all you needed to bring you to the edge, you were sure of it. You could feel it so close as your stomach tensed, whole body fixated on the sensation of that one finger.

Until he pulled it away without a word, leaving you to become frantic as you opened your eye, whimpering at the loss of contact.

“Aeg-”

“You were about to cum.”

Tears stung your eyes as you gave him the barest of nods.

“Did I say you could cum?”

“No,” you croaked out, lips trembling.

His face softened at this, his hand cupping your cheek tenderly. You could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers, barely able to focus on the way his thumb wiped away your tears.

“I need you, please,” you pleaded with him.

“You don't think I need you?” He questioned, eyes darkening as he narrowed them at you. “You don't think it's taking every part of me to stop myself from burying myself deep into this cunt, huh?”

“Why don't you?”

“Because I can't just let a brat like you get your way when you’ve misbehaved,” Aegon told you, fingers pinching your cheeks. “That wouldn't get the message across.”

You huffed, throwing your head back in the seat as you allowed Aegon to continue with his punishment.

That he did, hand dropping back down to that sopping cunt of yours, finally doing more than just teasing your clit.

You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside of you, walls clenching around the familiar thick fingers as he began to pump them in and out. Your slim fingers couldn't compete with his, unable to reach the depths that Aegon could as he slid them deep within you.

“This pussy missed me,” Aegon hummed. “Barely wanting to let me go.”

You let out a harsh moan as he curled his finger inside of you, touching that sweet spot that had your nails digging into the leather interior of his car as you tried to grip onto reality. He repeated the action again, and again, and again, until you both knew you were slipping close to that edge again, cunt almost swallowing him whole.

But he stopped once more with a cynical laugh, smiling wickedly down at your wet cheeks covered in tears.

“You're so pathetic like this,” he told you, bringing his slick covered fingers to his lips. He was sloppy as he sucked on them, groaning at the taste. He was greedy as he dragged his fingers again bringing another wad of your juices to his lips to taste you again.

“Please.”

He knew you were asking and he shook his head. “Me and you both know I'll lose all semblance of control if I end up down there.”

“Anything then, please. Just let me cum.”

His eyes closed for a second, gritting down on his teeth as he tried to gain some semblance of control again.

You opened your lips to speak, only to stop yourself as his fingers reached down to your cunt again. There was no patience in his movements now, only pure desire as every part of his resolve crumbled.

“You want to cum, do you?” He hissed, using his free hand to grab your jaw, turning your gaze to face him. “You'll cum, I'll make sure of that.”

“Please,” you repeated frantically.

His fingers thrusted themself in and out of you while this thumb stimulated your clit, driving you to see stars as your eyes rolled back. Your toes curled and your stomach tightened with knots that you were unable to contain.

“Aegon,” you moaned, hips sinking down onto him for more friction.

“Keep on begging me like that,” he told you, tone devoid of humour as his tongue swiped at the skin of your neck. “Soon enough, I promise, I'll have you begging me to stop.”

Your walls squeezed him at the thought, wide eyes staring at him.

“Like the sound of that.” He pushed fingers in harder, becoming rougher with his touch. “Can't wait for me to fill you up?”

The pleasure consumed you, your mouth hanging open with a string of meals and whimpers falling from it. Your wet eyes were barely able to meet his, completely hazy as you tried.

Aegon placed an open mouth kiss to your lips, still toying with your cunt as he watched you come down from your high.

You struggled to open your eyes, fighting with the last bits of your orgasm as his fingers slipped out from you.

But there was a hand around your chin, snapping your attention back to him as he growled in your ear, “I'm not done with you yet.”

He kept his promise and before you knew it he was bullying his cock deep inside of you, snapping his hips up to meet yours. You were crying loudly at the sensation, feeling sore after having him inside of you for so long, desperate now for him to be finished with you. But you were sure he hadn't got his fill yet, even after spilling into you two times, his cum spilling out of you and dripping around his cock.

“Too much for you? He teased, sweat coating his bare skin. “This is what you asked for, isn't it?” His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass cheeks, yanking you down to meet his hips. “You’re going to take every single bit of it. You understand?”

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #dark fic #hotd fanfic #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #dark!aegon x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #aegon targaryen ii x you #aegon ii fic

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| DON’T PUSH ME AWAY |

wanda maximoff x f!reader

1.3K words

warnings: heavy topics mentioned, self harm / cuts and burns, depression, alcohol addiction

Summary: Sometimes running away just brings more pain not only to yourself but also to your girlfriend.

Hi everyone! So this is my first time writing something on here. I’m not a writer but i’d love to try and write short stories with wanda! Also, english isn’t my native language, sorry in advance for the mistakes!

Loud bangs on your door pulled you out of your trance. You didn’t move, even when you heard her voice. You loved her so much and you hated yourself for it. You didn’t deserve her and she definitely didn’t deserve you. She deserved so much better, someone who wasn’t broken.

The banging hasn’t stopped. Anger was starting to find its place washing away the annoyance of the whole situation.

‘Y/N open up now, i know you’re in here!’

It took everything you had not to snap at your girlfriend. She was slowly pushing your buttons and you didn’t know how long you’d last before snapping.

‘I’m coming in!’

You froze. Your brain stopped working for a few seconds before the sound of her keys jinglind brought you back to reality. She couldn’t see you like this. No, that’s why you disappeared. You’re supposed to be strong, supposed to be this though person than nothing can hurt. What would she be thinking if she was to know?

That’s when the door opened and you realized everything was about to end. She would either break up or you would do it.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes landed on yours. She took in your appearance and her heart broke. She’d never seen you like this. Blood shot and puffy eyes. Tears stains on your cheeks and clothes, clothes that looked like they’d been worn for days. Greasy and messed up hair. But what shocked her the most was how fragile you looked, like you would literally break at any moment.

Tissues were scattered everywhere. As she was taking in the state of your apartment, the smell hit her. Cigarettes and alcohol. Ashes could be spotted on the ground and the amount of dead bottles were concerning.

‘Y/N I-‘

‘You have to leave’ you cut her off.

‘Y/N, baby no. What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything sweetheart.’

‘Please Wands, you have to leave’

Tears started to make their way back to your eyes again. Not 20 minutes ago you thought you’d run out of tears. If only. Why did she have to come here?

Wanda started to make her way toward yourself.

‘I’m not leaving you, not until you talk to me’

‘I’m fine, please just go. I’ll text you tomorrow.’

‘No Y/N, you’re clearly not fine. Don’t lie to me. Last time we saw each other you seemed off by the end of the night. You stopped showing up, how long has it been since we last saw each other? And you’ve stopped replying to my texts. Honey, please tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing you like this.’

‘Wands I-‘

That’s when you broke down. Her arms rapidly wrapped themselves around your body as you hugged her closer. She held you tightly and made the both of you sit down. She patiently waited for you to calm down.

‘I’m okay really. It looks worse than it actually is.’

‘Y/N I- What is it that you’re afraid of?’ We talk about anything and everything all the time. What’s stopping you from opening up to me now? You know i won’t judge you. I love you.’

You couldn’t look at her. You were so embarrassed. Deep inside, you know she loves you and would never hurt you, judge or make fun of you. But there’s this part of you that just thinks the opposite.

Wanda squeezed your hands and made you look at her.

‘I’m worried about you.’

You looked away and withdrew your hands from hers. After a moment of silence, you took a deep breath and decided to tell her everything.

‘It all started years ago. I was experiencing pretty bad anxiety and panic attacks for the first time and I didn’t know how to deal with them. It was ruining my life, I was really struggling. But as if that wasn’t enough, i also got depressed. It was bad, i didn’t know what was happening. I had never felt that way before. It was overwhelming. I was drowning in sadness and pain and didn’t know how to make it stop. Soon enough, i started to self harm.’

You took a look at Wanda, to make sure that this wasn’t too much for her. You almost hit the wall next to you as the pained expression across her face and the light tears that formed in her eyes broke your heart to pieces. She nodded her head softly, indicating you to continue.

‘I would cut myself and everything would quiet down as i was taking it out on my body. Eventually, i realized this wasn’t going to change anything so i stopped. I got better with time, to the point i think i just fooled myself for months before it all came crashing down. I somehow managed to survive it. But this time I got better not because i was fooling myself but because i needed time. And it took a while but i got out of it. The thing is no matter what i do or feel, at the end of the day i’m still a depressed person. I can smile, laugh and feel good and enjoy things but i’m still depressed.’

Wanda tried to take your hands but you just moved them away. You wanted to get everything out first. You didn’t see the look of hurt that flashed across her face. She wanted to touch you, to comfort you in any way possible but Wanda understood and respected your choice.

‘It got bad again a few days ago and i didn’t want you to know that part of myself so i thought that disappearing was the best option.’

Then you stopped. You turned your head to meet her gaze. She got closer and put her forehead against yours as a way of comforting you while her hands made their way back to yours. You let it happen. After a moment you moved away but let her hold your hands.

‘And just so you know everything, i burnt myself a few months ago. I stopped after the second time and hated myself for doing it because it doesn’t change anything and i’m just left struggling to hide the burns. I also got a drinking problem, I’m not an alcoholic but i don’t have a good relationship with it either.’

You were thankful she did not cut you off once. Nor did she said a word while you were silent avout how she also had her own demons to fight. At this moment you wanted to be listened and she did.

‘Thank you for opening up to me, I know it wasn’t easy for you. And i’m sorry that you feel this way. You’re a wonderful person Y/N with an amazing personality. It’s not because you’re always the funny and not scared of anything kind of person than you talking to me is making you weak. I know this is what you think. You’re not, you’re my wonderful girlfriend that I love so much and who I’d be lost without. Please next time it happens, don’t push me away. I want to be there for you, you don’t have to go through this alone.’

‘Can you hug me?’

‘My baby, come here.’ She said as she pulled you into her arms. You had missed her so much. You were so scared she’d leave you if she was to know. But no, what you didn’t know yet is that you opening up to her about such sensitive and heavy private topics brought you both closer.

What you also didn’t know yet is that Wanda would always be by your side. You were the love her life and she’d offer you the moon if she could.

‘Now let’s get you cleaned up so we can go back to my place. We’ll take care of here another time.’ Your girlfriend said as she kissed your forehead.

A silent promise that you and her would always face anything no matter how hard it was going to be.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda marvel #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff fanfiction

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felixbakedcookiesforme · 24 hours

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&team as - romantic tropes

Pairing: &team x gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: reader is bisexual in Jo's

Note: english is not my first language, I apologise for any mistakes

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Enemies to lovers

Since you started art college you were sure of only one thing. You hated him. You hated that he was always praised for his dancing, and you weren't even noticed. You hated the smug smile on his face whenever he was called the best in your year. And you were sure the feeling was mutual. Because why else would he purposefully embarass you infront of others. Why else would he go straight to you whenever he did better than you in anything. You were sure you hated him. You are not too sure anymore tho. That smug smile of his starts to seem more and more pretty each day you look at him. The way he dances makes your lips part a little and the air stuck in your lungs. And the moments he would use to embarass you fade into flirting with each other in a teasing way. And now you're confused why you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you see him.

Fuma

Love at first sight

He was on his way to practice from a coffee shop. Four coffee to go in his hands for him and three of his group mates. He just took a look at his phone to see the time but when he looked back he saw a cute dog looking up at him with big eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the pet. And then he heard a voice, it was you calling for your pet. "I'm sorry, he just loves the smell of coffee" you said as you gave him a small smile. He just stared at you, his lips barely parted in amusement. You were beautiful. The way your lips curled up at both ends, the way your eyes shined when you looked at your dog and the way you said a quiet "bye" after you put the leash on your dog to walk him away. "Have a nice day" he said to you, a little louder than needed, after you already turned around. "You too" you gave him a last smile and walked away. And he just stood there for a good minute, trying to process what just happened. And he's still hoping to see you again, and maybe ask you out.

Nicholas

Fake dating

Why did you get into a fake relationship in the first place? Well, your ex was a real freak, he kept stalking you even after you broke up with him. You needed someone to scare him away. And what did Nicholas win from that? Mostly free food every time you hang out at your place, and a reason to leave his house. But after a while it all just started to feel too real. All your friends knew him as your boyfriend and all his friends knew you as his partner, and they treated you as such. And you started to feel like you want it to be real. Every time he got too close you felt butterflies in your stomach. So you decided that it was time for you to break up this fake relationship. He came over for a 'date', and you two were just eating together when you mentioned that you should end this lie. "Why would you want to do that?" he asked, he even seemed a little offended. "I mean, my ex is not bothering me anymore and you were just here for the free food anyways, it's not a big deal for you" you said, avoiding eye contact. Then you felt a hand under your chin, he made you look at him. "You really think I only did this for the free food?"

Soulmates

All of his friends already found their soulmates. It was annoying, seeing all the couples being so happy and so in love and so.....perfect. He wanted that too. He started to look for his soulmate, looking at everyone he randomly met. A little creepy? Maybe, but he was desperate. But you can imagine the happiness he felt when he found you. It was your first work day at a cafe as a barista. When he entered he looked around but then he just looked down at his phone. When he got infront of you, at first he didn't look up just started to tell you his order. "Hi, I would like to have a-" and that's when he saw you. He looked straight into your eyes and you looked up at his. They were sparkling, just like how he thought it would be when he found his soulmate. "Hi.... When does your shift end? We could talk"

Yuma

Coworkers to lovers

You worked in the same office. Your desks were next to each other's. At first you didn't talk much, only about work. But at a company party you had a really good talk after a few cups of champagne. Since then, you became more comfortable with each other. When you had a long day he passed you little doodles on sticky notes. You helped him whenever he needed help and he did the same to you. You started to hang out together with other colleagues, and he always, every single time, drove you home. And sometimes you just sat in the car for another hour talking about everything and nothing. One day, you had a particularly long day, you felt tired from looking at the monitor for such long hours. You heard a whisper from your right and you saw Yuma holding out his hand, a pink little paper in it. You already smiled. He smiled at you too. You always thought his smile looked beautiful, especially when he smiled with his eyes. You took the sticky note from his hand and looked at it. This time it wasn't a doodle, but a question written with his beautiful handwriting. "Date tonight?" You looked at him to see him wink at you. You gave him a nod while smiling brightly.

Childhood friends to lovers

You've known each other since day one. He was always there for you. When your biggest problem was to get good grades, when you were first asked out, through your sexuality crisis and when you came out as bisexual. He was there for you. And he's still there and you can't decide if him being your friend is enough. Once you were at his place, watching a movie you've seen a hundred times. You felt yourself getting tired, so you dropped your head on Jo's shoulder. This was a common habit of yours but now something was different. You felt your face blushing when he wrapped his arm around you. He looked down at you making eye contact. His ears got red like a tomato and he looked away. You wondered if he was feeling a similar confusion to yours. He was. He couldn't stop thinking about how your lips would feel against his, but he was too shy to ask for a kiss.

Harua

Grumpy x sunshine

People always say you have no feelings. You seem so cold, even when you're with your friends. They didn't even expect you getting close to Harua. He's such a smiley guy, a literal sunshine. Wherever he goes he brights up the room, always putting a smile on everyone's face. But you actually got along pretty well. Mostly because you liked the same series. So one day you two were at your place watching another part of the series you both enjoy so much. When the episode ends Harua started to imitate one of the characters and you just couldn't stop your lips from forming a bright smile on your face, a smile you barely show to anyone. And when Harua saw that beautiful smile of yours he was mesmerised. From that moment he decided, he wants to know you like no one else does, he wants to be the one who makes you smile like no one else does.

Taki

Best friend's brother

Your friend always complained about how annoying and loud he is. You were supposed to think that too but honestly, you always thought he was kinda cute. The way he playfully joked with your best friend and with you too whenever you came over. Once when you were at your friend's house, they went out to buy some snacks for the both of you. While they were gone Taki came into their room where you were scrolling on your phone. "What, you got dumped?" he asked playfully. "Very funny" you answered nonchalantly. "They just went out for some snacks". "And they didn't even ask me if I want anything" he said, playing the offended sibling too hard. "Why would they" you laughed. Then you were just looking at each other. When he realised that he might be staring for a little too long he cleared his throat and started to go out of the room, but he stopped in the door and looked back at you. "If you were on a date with me, I wouldn't leave you alone for a minute" and with that he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Maki

Secret relationship

Let's face the truth, it's hard to be an idol. The diet, the intense practices are already hard but idols can't even date without the fans getting mad at them. Maybe if it's a secret. You guys are in the beginning of your relationship, you've been together for barely more than one month. It's hard hiding everything from his managers and even his members, but it's not impossible. One day you visited them on a shooting. It's not uncommon, you know the members for a long time and with some of your other friends you often visit them. You were on your way back to the shooting from the bathroom and you saw Maki running towards you with a giant smile on his face. He kissed you without a word. After a minute you broke apart. "I hate not being able to kiss you whenever I want to" he whispered. "Yeah, me too" you answered in a sad tone. It is hard to hide a relationship, but not impossible if you love each other enough.

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adore-laur · 3 hours

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sorry if there are any mistakes english is not my first language!

dadrry idea - harry and y/n together with the children go to a get-together at a restaurant with friends and family and in the middle of the get-together the younger baby starts crying with hunger just as the food arrives and harry goes out of his way to help y/n /n to eat while y/n breastfeeds, and to help the older baby eat too! you can add something if you want

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You were at a new restaurant Harry had picked out for lunch, and you didn't know if it was the humidity in the air, but you had two incredibly fussy children wanting to make your first outing as a family of four a tricky one. The outdoor seating area was packed with people taking advantage of the weekend's beautiful weather. You counted yourself lucky to have found any available seating at all. You suspected Harry might have pulled a few strings since he knew the business and employees well, but he kept his lips tightly zipped.

Going to a restaurant used to be an untroubled experience before you had kids together. It was a simple sequence—sit down, order drinks and a meal, and talk without any disruptions. When the first baby came, supervising a newborn in any public place hadn't been without its fair share of stressful moments. Many trips to the bathroom to breastfeed or change a diaper made you feel prickly with anxiety. There was also the crippling fear of your baby having a piercingly loud meltdown and potentially annoying the people around you. It was why you relied on Harry to make these trips with you, whether it was grocery shopping, a stroll through the park, or going out to eat. You needed him to be the calming force. You needed his gentle methods of diffusing the cries.

When the second baby came along while your first was at the peak toddler stage, the mere thought of going to a restaurant or the store by yourself was daunting. Horrible thoughts battered your brain, like: What if a temper tantrum happens? What if I lose one of them? What if they get kidnapped right in front of my eyes? Progressively, the thoughts became more unrealistic, but they successfully kept you from venturing out alone with the two vulnerable halves of your heart. You wouldn't risk their safety by selling yourself as overconfident in terms of your motherly capabilities.

Now, you had your toddler incessantly saying "mom" while your three-month-old newborn squirmed in your arms, quietly whimpering near your breast and awfully close to making her cries known to every single person in the restaurant. Harry sat across from you, your eldest by his side with an abandoned coloring sheet crumpled in front of her. Phase One of her tantrum involved throwing a fit over the restaurant not providing a magenta-colored crayon. She whined and sulked until Harry set her on his lap and distracted her by having her recite the colors of the rainbow in order. It worked, but only for a moment.

Phase Two was when you were dragged into it. You had been to blame for her coloring sheet disaster, and while you simply told her that magenta wasn't a common color, she knocked over her sippy cup in protest of your reasonable explanation. She expected you to have the answer to every question in the universe.

Phase Three was happening right now. Her desperate attempts to get your attention were needling under your skin and whittling away at your patience. The meals hadn't been served yet, and the hunger and heat you felt were like little volcanoes waiting to erupt. One more spike of overstimulation, and you'd lose the last shreds of your poise.

You shifted in your seat, and when your newborn let loose that first wail, you stared at the cloudless sky and swallowed roughly. When you looked back down, you saw Harry eyeing you with steady focus. He knew the exhaustion was catching up. Last night had been full of anxiety and insomnia, which never paired well. It was a rarity that you were able to muster the energy to step out of the house today.

"Do you want to go to the car?" Harry asked, knowing the telltale signs of a hungry baby all too well.

You shook your head. "I can feed her right here."

He grabbed the nursing cover from under the stroller and handed it to you. Your eldest was stretching her limbs impatiently, still on his lap, and you were counting down the seconds until she became overwhelmed too.

After putting the nursing cover on and letting your baby latch, the food arrived. It looked delectable, but your appetite had somehow vanished within the past ten minutes. With the mind-body connection, you assumed your stress and frazzled hormones were messing with your stomach.

While you held the baby, Harry stabbed his fork into your tossed salad and brought a serving of iceberg lettuce and cherry tomatoes up to your mouth. "Eat," he said softly.

You could handle small bites, so you accepted his offering and munched on the crispy vegetables. It was a meal just light enough to settle nicely.

Back and forth, Harry fed you, his eldest, and also himself. She was calmer now, more interested in her kid-size chicken tenders than whatever she was angry about. In her floral summer dress and pigtails, she was a cute little menace. The toddler stage was chaotic, but in the best way.

Your mind drifted to Harry as you watched him make your daughter laugh with his silly antics, her lips no longer pouting. He had the dad thing down pat when his girls got fussy, yet he always checked in with you first to make sure you were all right. He knew your emotions lingered longer than a child's brief outburst, so you appreciated his attentiveness now more than ever.

After lunch, which had thankfully been peaceful once everyone's bellies were full, you all walked along the nearby Santa Monica coast to soak up the sunshine and refreshing ocean breeze.

Harry had the baby cuddled against his chest in a sling, which was a miracle worker for nap time, while you pushed the stroller with a nearly asleep toddler in it. You guessed tantrums were exhausting sometimes—hopefully, that meant the car ride home would be serene.

"Harry," you said from beside him. He never liked walking in front of or behind you. "Thank you for earlier."

He glanced over, practically glowing under the sun's mild presence. "What did I do?"

With a smile reserved just for him, you answered, "You take care of us." Guilt got the best of you when you added, "And I'm sorry for not being able to step up to the plate."

It consumed you in your weakest moments, but you didn't have to deal with it alone. Harry was there to shoulder it and shelf it for later.

"Sweetheart, you're the one who gave me these babies," he said, reaching his hand out for yours. You took it, and you instantly felt grounded. "You're the one who keeps them fed and growing healthy. You will always be the most important person to them."

"It's hard to believe it sometimes."

Harry squeezed your hand three times. "Then I'll be here to remind you every day. We'd be lost without you."

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#harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #dad!harry #dadrry #harry styles au #harry styles fluff #harry styles #adore-laur

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niki-0907 · 1 day

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How to write character's death 1#

English is not my first language, so I am sorry if you notice any mistakes. You can correct me in the comments.

1. Build emotional investment: Establish a strong connection between the character and the reader. Spend time developing the character, their relationships, and their personal journey. This will make their death more impactful and meaningful. • And your point should not simply be to make the reader sob their eyes out. There should be more emotions than just sadness or anger actually.

2. Foreshadowing:In general, your characters shouldn’t die out of the blue. Yes, you may want to shock your reader but when they look back, they should realize his fate was inescapable. • You should make them want to look back at the events preceding his death and see your hidden hints. (You can actually take inspirations from many movies, I recommend marvel.) There are several ways to foreshadow a character's death: ° Introducing a mysterious or ominous object or prophecy that hints at the character's fate. ° Creating a sense of impending disaster or danger that the character must face. ° Featuring dream sequences or premonitions that suggest the character's demise. ° Depicting the character's increasing isolation or alienation from others. ° Revealing a dangerous or life-threatening situation that the character must confront. ° Including hints or clues that something catastrophic may happen to the character. 3. Avoid cringey dialogue's: Really such dialogue's can discourage the person from reading further, and I know it from my experience... you know actually while dying the character don't have to or can't say anything at all. ° Show, don't tell: Instead of explicitly stating a character's emotions through dialogue, use actions, body language, and reactions to convey their feelings. It's my favorite. ° Authenticity: Write the dialogue in a way that feels authentic to the character and their situation. Avoid using clichéd or overly dramatic lines that don't align with their personality. ° Keep it simple: Keep the dialogue simple and focused on what is essential. Long, elaborate monologues may come off as unrealistic • Most of the time, the character knows they are about to die and choses their words carefully. Whether you give them an opportunity to say them or not is up to you.

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cheynovak · 1 day

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A Night to Remember

Jensen Ackles x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: On screen chemistry , sexual tension, unfaithful, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

I didn’t proofread, I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Amidst shared drinks and laughter, a connection unfolds, a casual conversation turns into a flirty and risky moment between Jensen and Y/N. How will their drunk alterego cope with those desires?

Hips, lips crashed onto hers, his body pressed hers against the wall behind her. “Oh...” she moaned. “Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea what I want to do to you.” He said biting her neck.

That made her panties soaking wet, needing more of him. She turned around, grabbing him tight and turning him against the wall. Ripping his shirt apart the second his back hit the bricks.

His hand found their way to the back of her knees lifting her up throwing her on the table in the middle of the room. Their lips not once leaving each other’s body. Moans, groans and deep breaths filled the air.

The kiss deepened, filled with an intensity that made the room heat up. his hands slid down her sides, reaching for the button of her jeans. He fumbled with it, trying to maintain the sensual mood while his fingers worked at the stubborn clasp.

She feels the moment slipping, tried to assist, but the button wouldn't budge. A giggle bubbled up inside her, but she held it back, not wanting to ruin the moment. Now fully focused on the uncooperative button, muttered under his breath, "Come on, you little..."

The tension in the room shifted, from romantic to comedic, as he tugged harder. She bit her lip, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Finally, unable to hold it in, she burst out laughing, her face flushing with embarrassment and amusement.

"And cut!"

The director's voice echoed through the room, followed by a collective groan and then laughter from the crew. Jensen stepped back, hands on his hips, shaking his head with a grin. "Well, that didn't go as planned."

Y/N wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "I swear, these jeans have a mind of their own." The crew gathered around, sharing in the humour of the moment. The director walked over, a smile on his face. "Alright, everyone, take five. Let's get that button sorted out and try again."

As the wardrobe assistant rushed over to help with the jeans, Jensen leaned in and whispered to Y/N, "I think your jeans are secretly trying to steal the spotlight." She laughed, playfully swatting his arm. "Next time, just rip it."

Just before the clapperboard snapped again, a voice from the crew piped up, "Hey guys don’t joke with Jensen, he’s been married too long! He just forgot how to undress a woman!"

The set erupted in laughter. Jensen, ever the good sport tried to laugh it off, grinned and held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, I deserve that one," he said, shaking his head. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N laughed, giving him a playful nudge, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

The director, enjoying the banter, chimed in, "Okay, people, focus! Let's get this right. And Jensen, remember, it's just a button. You've got this." With everyone back in their places, the clapperboard snapped shut once more.

Jensen and Y/N locked eyes, the playful energy between them making the moment even more electric. As they kissed, the onscreen chemistry was undeniable, and the crew watched intently, rooting for a smooth take.

This time, Jensen’s fingers deftly found the button. His fingers found the button again. Determined not to fumble, he gave it a firm tug. But instead of popping open smoothly, the button ripped off entirely, flying across the set and landing with a faint clink somewhere off-camera.

The jeans stayed stubbornly in place, and Y/N's eyes widened in surprise.

The room fell silent for a split second before erupting in laughter. Y/N, her face a mix of shock and amusement, looked at Jensen, who held up the detached button in his hand, his expression a comical blend of triumph and embarrassment.

"Cut!" the director called, he also was laughing hard. "Oh my god, Jensen, what did you do to those poor jeans?" With his head hung low, Y/N patted his cheek.

Jensen shrugged, still holding the button, "I guess I don't know my own strength." Y/N doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down her face. "You’re really eager to get me out of these clothes aren’t you!"

The crew gathered around, the joke now even funnier than before. The wardrobe assistant rushed over, this time with a backup pair of jeans. "Let's try these, shall we?" she said, handing them to Y/N with a grin.

As Y/N changed into the new jeans, the crew continued to tease Jensen. "Maybe next time, just ask for a zipper tutorial," one of the lighting guys suggested, causing another wave of laughter.

The director, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, finally managed to regain some composure. "Alright, let's give this one more shot. And Jensen, easy on the wardrobe, okay?"

Back in their positions, Jensen took a deep breath, Y/N saw the frustration in his eyes, trying to light up the mood. "Third time's the charm?" Y/N whispered.

The clapperboard snapped shut, and they began the scene once more. This time, Jensen approached the button with the utmost care, and with a gentle flick, it finally opened. The jeans slid down as intended.

"Cut!" the director called, his voice filled with satisfaction. "That's the one. Great job, everyone!" The room broke into applause, the crew cheering for Jensen and Y/N.

However, as the laughter and jokes about the mishap continued, Jensen began to feel a bit self-conscious. He knew the crew meant well, but the repeated jokes started to wear on him. By the time they wrapped for the day, the jokes had lost their charm.

Jensen packed up his things quietly, offering smiles and nods to the crew but feeling a bit down. Y/N noticed he was off and walked over. "Hey, you alright?" she asked softly.

Jensen forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... tired, I guess." She smiled warmly. " Hey, how about we grab a drink at the local bar? My treat. We can forget about this whole thing and unwind a bit."

Jensen considered it for a moment before nodding. "You know what? That sounds perfect."

A short while later, they found themselves at a cozy local bar, the warm ambiance and the soft hum of conversation providing a welcome escape from the day's events. They found a quiet corner and ordered their drinks.

As the bartender set their drinks down, Y/N raised her glass. "To getting through awkward scenes and making great memories," she toasted with a grin. Jensen chuckled, clinking his glass with hers. "I'll drink to that." They both took a sip, the tension of the day slowly melting away. "So, honestly, what’s wrong J ?" Y/N asked genuinely.

He sighed, appreciating her concern. " It's just... I guess, the jokes, it got to me more than I thought it would." Y/N placed a reassuring hand on his arm. " Don't let one silly mishap make you feel insecure."

He looked at his drink while swirling it. "Honestly, the jokes about me being out of practice... they're not entirely off the mark. I've been so focused on work and when I'm home it’s all about the kids.”

Jensen took a sip, “Daneel and I, we eh, haven't really ... well, you know." Y/N nodded understandingly. "It happens. Life gets busy, and we get caught up in our routines. Doesn't mean you've lost your touch, though."

Jensen smiled, appreciating her understanding. "Thanks. I guess it's just one of those things you have to laugh off and move on from." Her thumb caressed his arm, “Or you two need to find something to spice it up?”

“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N saw how much he needed a distraction, probably glad he was out tonight.

As the night progressed and they shared more drinks, Jensen found himself loosening up, the warmth of the alcohol and Y/N's company easing the tension that had been weighing on him.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from lighthearted banter to deeper topics. With each passing moment, Jensen found himself drawn to Y/N's presence.

Her laughter like music to his ears, and as she laughed and talked, she often touched his arm or shoulder sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. He couldn't deny the growing attraction he felt with each gentle caress of her hand on him.

“So J, how’s tonight working out for you?” Y/N asked, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow. Jensen took a slow sip of his drink, thinking before answering.

Jensen found himself leaning closer to Y/N, their faces inches apart. He could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his own, their eyes locked, an exchange that spoke volumes.

“So far, I’d say it’s going pretty well. Yours?”

Y/N felt a flutter of excitement at his words and the intensity of his gaze. “Not bad,” she admitted. “Better than expected, actually.”

Jensen’s smile softened, becoming more genuine. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, there’s something about you, Y/N. You’re… different. In a good way.”

Y/N felt a blush rise to her cheeks, and she looked down at her drink, suddenly feeling shy. Jensen chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, I guess I'm just... enjoying the moment, and the eh, your attention."

“Any time.” she lifted her drink.

Jensen’s expression grew more serious, though the twinkle in his eyes remained. "Did I ever tell you your acting skills are incredible. A natural talent that just draws people in. It's like you become the character completely, and it's mesmerizing to watch."

The blush deepened the colour on Y/N's cheeks, she glanced down, feeling a mixture of pride and shyness. "Thank you, Jensen. That means a lot, especially coming from someone as talented as you."

Jensen reached out and gently lifted Y/N’s chin with his fingers, making her meet his gaze again. "I mean it. You’re amazing. And not just on screen," he added, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "You're also incredibly beautiful."

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making her heart race. “Says mister charming and... not too bad on the eyes either."

Jensen chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made him even more irresistible. "Is that so? Well, I’ll take that as a compliment." Y/N leaned in closer, her fingers brushing against his hand. "It was meant as one. And for what it’s worth, you’re an amazing kisser, there is no way you’re ‘out of touch’."

Jensen’s smile turned into a playful smirk. "Oh, really? Well, ...” He leaned in, his finger moves a piece of hair behind her ear. “I have to admit that I'm the lucky one, who gets to have all these kissing scenes with someone as sexy as you.”

"You’re something else, Y/N," Jensen murmured, his forehead resting against hers. "I’m really glad you dragged me up here tonight."

In that moment, all his insecurities and sense of what’s wrong and right melted away, replaced by desire. Jensen closed the gap between them, his lips brushing against Y/N's in a tender kiss.

Jensen felt a rush of emotions, his heart pounding in his chest. The softness of Y/N's lips, the way she responded to his kiss, sent shivers down his spine. He felt a deep sense of connection and longing, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Y/N felt her entire body tingle, a delicious warmth spreading from her lips down to her toes. The kiss was intoxicating, a perfect blend of sweetness and passion. She felt Jensen's hand gently cup her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive, making her feel cherished and desired.

Her hands finding their way to Jensen's shoulders, gripping him gently as if to anchor herself to this incredible moment. The taste of his lips, the feel of his breath mingling with hers, created a symphony of sensations that made her head spin.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. Jensen's eyes were soft and filled with a mixture of wonder and affection, his thumb gently caressing Y/N's lip.

"Wow," Jensen whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "That was... incredible." Y/N nodded, her own voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah... it was."

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other eyes, the rest of the world fading away into the background. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting escape from the pressures of their daily lives.

*Click*

While they were lost in each other's eyes they didn’t notice the people around them. A figure in the crowed hastily tucking his phone away, he realised he had just made a picture worth quiet some money to the right tabloids.

To be continued?

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We all know our beloved Jensen would never do this... But I couldn't help to think... what about flirty Nesnej? (A girl can dream, right?)

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carmillavolturi · 2 days

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Marcus Volturi x shy reader, who’s only herself around animals 🥰

To him you are a complete angel.

He knows how bad the world is and seeing you so naturally next to innocent animals makes him very happy. He has met many people for 3000 years, but none of them were like you. No one made him feel like you do . He loves to spend time with you and your animals. I can see you guys spending your nights with your pet , just chilling, or taking your pet on a walk .He helps you to take care of your animals too. You are all of his world and if they mean a lot to you it means they mean a lot him as well . Whenever you feel overwhelmed with people he takes you to a farm and helps you relax.( I think they own many funds estates property etc.) and think his lover would be someone very gentle and compassionate .

Thank you for your request, English is not my first language I am sorry if I do any grammar mistakes. Please feel free to correct me!

#marcus volturi #volturi #twilight #marcus volturi x reader #marcus x reader #volturi x reader #volterra #demetri volturi #felix volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi

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polina-kov · 4 months

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The Magnus Protocol spoilers!!!

I like how the statement about red canary mirrors statement about anglerfish . Both of them are in the first episode of TMA and TMagP , but their role in the story is complete opposite of each other.

Anglerfish lures its prey to its self — lures us as listeners and John further to the Fears.

Red Canary was used to detect dangerous carbon monoxide fumes in the mines and is a metaphor for warning signs. So it warns us and Sam (new protagonist) about incoming danger.

I also think that those statements did not appear as the first at random. With anglerfish I think it was planted by the Web .

But what about red canary? Was it planted by John or/and Martin to warn about danger in the ruins of the institute ? Or in general? How much can they influence real world?

Or was it planted by the Web using there voices ? Then what is it hiding there ??

#but it’s just a theory #a game theory #sorry for mistakes english is not my first language #tmagp spoilers #tmagp #tma #the magnus protocol #tmagp theory #tmagp speculation

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polubrony · 2 months

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Yall people calling chaggie "boring", I don't get ya..?

Like, they are not boring. They are HEALTHY

They lack all of this toxic shit, that people call "spice". It's not your freaking enemies to lovers, where they hate each other half the runtime. It's not your typical straight old comedy, where they barely tolerate each other. They are not constantly on the verge of a breakup which seems to be how people view realistic relationships

These are just people, who love each other very much. Even then, they have their own "tics" that can use development, like Vaggie's (lol, it autocorrected to Maggie, is my phone Lucifer?) devotion and disregard for her own wants and needs, that actually makes sense in-univerce.

Still, even when there are huge couple-shattering revelations, they approach it as a normal, healthy people? Like, yes, Charlie is upset and she deserves to be, it was a huge breach of trust and a very personal fuck-up, but they do what normal people do? Get some space, be angry/sad for a bit, get outsider's perspective, rethink their motivation and resolve the issue in a way that their types of previously established personalities would. My only gripe with this is that they didn't get on-screen reconciliation talk, but it is a 8 20-minute-long episode show, we don't exactly have a lot of time, so even that is, although not ideal, but understandable

Stop calling healthy couples "boring", some couples are just not toxic enough for your troupe-obsessed brains

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evelynsspace · 3 months

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for your consideration….making out with luke and him pulling on ur hair

Omg😩

The way he'd kiss you like his life depends on it,pulling you close to him trying to feel all of you while you straddle him🙁

He'd pull your hair quite hard to get you to moan so his tongue could enter your mouth,one of his hands roaming your body,his cold hand making you shiver but loving every second of it anyways.

Only pulling away when you paw at his chest,a string of saliva connecting your lips,you pant.

He does give you a break to catch your breath,he pulls on your hair once again to expose your neck to him,he bites it so everyone can see that you're his and his only.

He goes back to your mouth,smirking against it when you start to hump him,trying to ease the pain in your lower area.

He decides to let you,he's quite excited himself.

He pulls your hair (again) and grabs your butt,helping you move faster.

He can feel your arousal through your pants and his,he's proud of himself for being the only one to make you feel this way,to hear moans and whimpers of his name when he's not even in you.

You cum with a loud moan,and he follows by a grunt and a soft moan,you pull away from his lips,putting your head on his chest.

He kisses your forehead and cuddles you close.

And you both fall asleep in each other's arms.

#can you tell english isnt my first language #sorry if theres mistakes😭#first time writing #sorry if this bad #let me know your opinion!#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #send asks #please🫶🏻

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wonuwonder · 4 months

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can i request something cute and full of kisses while cuddling with seokmin on the couch please and thank you 🥹

an: your mind anon>> i was literally thinking about posting a drabble about cuddly seokmin🥺 tysm for requesting!! hope this isn’t too short or cheesy😭

content: pure fluff, fem reader x seokmin, established relationship, just cuddling and snuggling with seokmin, clingy baby just wants to kiss you and hold you. 0.8k words

cuddles & kisses - lee seokmin

you were laying on the couch reading a book with the tv on at the back keeping you company, it was a quiet evening, you hadn’t done much the whole day, just ran errands with your boyfriend Seokmin, walked in the park for a bit and got home quickly before it started to rain.

“hey whatcha doing?” he asks cutely, entering the living room, he gets close to the couch and grabs your book, making you look up at him, he puts the bookmarker in place and closes it “i want cuddles, i’m cold” he whines, pouting.

you open up the blanket and gesture for him to join you at the couch, he lays in between your legs, his back facing the ceiling, resting his head in your chest, he scoots closer to you as you start playing with his hair, while he caresses the sides of your tummy under your t-shirt. he hums everytime you pull his hair, he loved it.

“i missed this min” you say softly, hugging him tightly and kiss the tip of his nose “you spend so much time overseas or with your tight schedules these days, it feels like we don’t have time to enjoy each other’s presence” he looks up at you and pouts at your confession, he brushes the hair out of your face and stares at you delicately, his tired brown eyes glistening with adoration, he’s about to start speaking but you cut him off before he can start, “and i’m not blaming you or complaining, I know it doesn’t depend on you, and that you’re doing your best, i just” —you sigh “wanted to tell you how i felt i guess”

he tugs you against him, turning you and him to your sides, so you can stare at him and lay before each other on the couch. he places his hand on your cheek and brushes his thumb against your skin, you close your eyes enjoying the feeling. he reaches for you, and kisses you softly, taking his time to taste your lips, when he pulls back, he grabs your waist and scoots you closer to him, snuggling you.

“i missed this too, so much” he confesses, and looks at you with tired eyes “i wish we could be together all the time” your faces were so close together you could see your reflection in his big dark eyes, the intimacy felt so comfortable, you wish you would never have to separate.

you lean closer and brush your lips against his, and then close the tiny gap between you both, capturing your lips again, he presses his against yours harder, and you deepend the kiss by parting your lips for his tongue to get in, but still being soft and gentle with the way your lips move against each other. when he pulls back slowly after a while of just enjoying each other’s kisses, he leaves a little peck on your lips before hiding his head in your neck, hugging you tightly.

he leaves wet kisses all over your neck making you tickle, as you scratch his back softly under his t-shirt, he hums at every scratch and caresses your tummy, he finds your belly button and fiddles with it, making you laugh, he leans closer again and starts kissing you once again, this time more chaotically, as he was laughing against your lips, leaving peck kisses all over your face “I-“ he starts, and kisses your nose, “love” another kiss, on your cheek “you” he ends with a kiss on your lips, pressing his lips tightly, pulling back with the biggest smile on his face. you grab his cheek and reply “i love you too”.

you cuddle and kiss for hours, stopping only to look at each other like idiots “your lips have gone all red” you tell him, caressing his big plump lips with your thumb, he bites it softly, making you both laugh, “i canbg’t geth engbough of youlr lips” he says struggling to talk with your thumb between his teeth, you both laugh until your stomachs hurt at his jokes, like always.

you spend the whole evening like that, enjoying each other cuddles, snuggling and hiding on each others bodies, talking about anything and everything, cherishing every little moment in each other’s company.

you fall asleep before seokmin does, lying on his big chest, he takes his time admiring every bit of your face, counting every freckle and every mole on your skin, trying to remember all your details. he eventually falls asleep too, hugging you from behind, locking his arms around your waist, thinking to himself, how lucky he was to be with you.

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