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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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violentine | edward cullen x reader

a/n — the pics don’t really match, cant find anything red for eddy boy😪 meant to get this out last week for v-day (vampire day, valentines day, you name it) but work and school and work and school and work and school and work and school and work and you get my point

summary — Edward visits on Valentine's day. . . right as it starts.

warnings — straddling, m@sturbation (Edward), solo sex, one watches (the reader)

words — 2k

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Click, the sound emanated from your window. Click. There it was again. You assumed that it was rain—harsh pellets hitting your window as the seasons changed from the cold and bitter winter to the warmth and love of the soon-to-arrive spring.

Click. Again, there it was, like an incessant beg from the clock on the wall, reminding you to spend the time you had with a passion that should never die. Expected but unfamiliar was the sound. On the fourth, most obnoxious click, you stammered to the window in total darkness. Edward stood out from the shadows, a large bouquet of some breed of flower in his one hand as he readied his aim with another pebble.

He dropped it when he saw you slide the window open. "I was about to invite myself in," he called up to you.

"Edward it's—" You paused, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall over your bed. Both hands pointed up, but one was dipped by the other by only a fraction, caught in its arms. "Twelve-o-one."

In a flash, he was up through the window and standing in your room. "That's a minute too late. Happy Valentines day."

You could see what was in his hands better—a clump of white petals stemming into individual flowers—roses was their name. White roses, it must have been a joke since he sucked all the red pigment from their folios.

You could also see his attire, clean and layered with an expensive watch to match and the usual mess of hair that looked like he had just woken up, even though he never needed a wink of sleep to look as gorgeous as he was. All of it was a sharp contrast from your relaxed attire; pajama bottoms and a loose-fitting tee. You felt painfully under-dressed in the moment, and unprepared, as you too had a gift. The only difference was that your gift was still as naked as you, lacking any wrapping paper or disguise to keep an aura of mystery, much like Edward's presence so early into the new day.

"They smell good," you thanked, taking them from him and setting them down on a nearby surface in your room. You made a mental note of getting a vase later for them while rushing to dig out Edward's surprise.

"If only you knew how yours makes me feel," he confessed.

"I think I have some idea," you teased, retrieving the object and returning to where he was. Edward retracted his arms from both sleeves of his jacket; yours were occupied with keeping his gift hidden behind your back as if it would actually keep him from seeing it. His panoramic senses had a way of ruining surprises, but you hoped that he wouldn't cheat the system this time. "Hey, I got you something. It's, uh, modern—something from my time that—"

"Stop trying to sell me on it. You bought it—I'll love it, no matter what." He went to reach around you, already tired of the charade, but you beat him to it and handed him a small plastic package that contained a jockstrap. Edward took it and his face fell before turning up and wrinkling into a smile. “You want to see me in this? I don't—no—I can't."

After a bit of convincing, you stood at one end of the room while Edward changed in the corner, keeping your eyes covered and closed per his request. The room was silent aside from the shuffling of fabric against itself and skin. A stone-chipped god such as himself made no creak in the floor, leaving you to be unsure of when he actually got the thing on. So much shuffling and movement. Maybe this was a necessity, because he must have had layers and layers and suspenders and knee-high socks on for it to take that long to change.

"Take your hands away but keep your eyes closed," his alluring voice commanded; soft but clear from beyond the distance between you and him.

The breeze around you shifted, and there was almost a palpable feeling of understanding to open your eyes. So you did, and the sight before you crossed purposes. An old face trapped in immaturity—a chiseled body made for a different time, now contoured by something non-contemporary. Perfect, if only by gradation.

Edward played dumb, "How did my clothes end up all the way over there?"

"How did you end up all the way over here?" You angled back at him, playing dumber.

"I think yours would look good with them," he spoke, never tearing away from your gaze—not even to blink.

"Me too."

The words were an invitation. He scaled down your neck with light kisses, undoing the wrapper of loose clothing and lingering smog from the end of yesterday, clouding your mind only with the feel of him. Such a violent creature treating his quarry so tender and soft. He reached the thin layer shaping your outline—your skin—in a matter of seconds, your slothful clothes now mingled with his formals. One piece in particular stood out to you, his boxers. He had done it, and you looked down to see the various straps hugging him nicely.

"Too small?" They looked like the aftermath of attempting to strangle a swan. Something so elegant as him weighed down by the brutality of sexual thirst.

"Maybe, if a little in the front," Edward gave a half-effort smile and a small laugh to go with the comment. Unlike Edward, the venomously teasing words left a lot to be desired.

"I'm serious!" You shoved him away, watching him take a few steps back and stretch the elastic conforming to his sculpted thighs and cadaverous backside, filling out like binary crescent moons. You couldn't fathom that, even stumbling, he made it look intentionally graceful. You flopped onto your bed, the cushion acting as quicksand as your sluggishness returned from being abruptly woken up. Though, you trudged on, determined to stay awake. If a man such as Edward had forgone sleep for decades and still looked the way that he did, then you could do it for one night.

His hands reached down to the crotch, which was the only piece of fabric actually covering something, and he readjusted it, "I'm just not used to it, is all."

"But I could definitely get used to that view," you joked, watching him spin around like a puppy-dog chasing its tail as he tried to fix one of the straps in the back. "Now, all I need is that baseball jersey to go with it. When I see that, you can suck me dry."

Edward found himself wading on his knees over lumps of mattress, "Speaking of. . . I hope you're not tired."

With a knee on either side of you—which to his unbecomingly hairy thighs and thin straps hooking around to his backside and to the thin belt encircling his lean hips—you answered him in defense, saying damn near anything to get to the furtive confines made of cloth and elastic, "I couldn't be. You're my nightmare—my adrenaline."

"Then you should start fighting me," he leaned down to whisper. But the tiredness bordering his bold contingence in your mind kept you down, and Edward physically preventing you from getting up didn't make it much easier. He sat, straddling your torso with enough care to make the pressure applied known, but not daunting, "If you can, that is."

"Why would I? You never take the opportunity to do anything fun," you whined.

He kept his face close to yours, looking it over as he remarked: "Risking your pretty face sounds fun?"

You refused to let up on the feeling. A relationship was more than words and vague actions of romance like showing up at your house at midnight. You simply wanted a little more. "I just wish we could have some more contact during a time like this."

"No one wants to go to space when they first see it; they just stare, mesmerized by stars and light in the sky. Let me have that—let me give you that," he begged.

"Sometimes it feels like you're all talk," you spat with a passion. Edward was easy to love for his profound outlook on things thanks to his time spent in various places, but it became easy to hate when that was all he offered at certain moments. But, to your surprise, he caved.

"Then you do it. Tell me everything you would do if you had dictative will over me."

In what seemed like a rebuttal, he pulled himself out of the jockstrap from the side. You could see a light gathering of hair around the pubic bone, easily identifiable by the thin area due to the absence of excess fat.

You paused, taking a moment to think. Even then, you struggled to string together something to say, "I'd. . . taste you? Fuck, Ed, I don't know how to phrase it."

"No that's good, keep going," he seemed to like the effort, at least. He went from a half-chubbed cock to something harder with the ability to bob in the air on its own for a few seconds.

You decided on what you would do, answering him with certainty, "I would—I would kiss you. All over—everywhere."

"Everywhere?" He asked, tugging thoroughly at himself. He ensured that his hand met the base and worked its way up to the tip in a screwing motion, twisting around his shaft for a heightened sense of pleasure.

"Every imperfect fold and bit of skin that sparkles, Ed." He liked that idea, too. Edwards face twisted from it's set of gorgeous placement to a strong expression of pleasure.

"What else?" He huffed out, feigning a loss of breath. Maybe, he was simply putting on a show.

"What do you want to hear?" You watched his thin core falsely heave in a breath and exude it, cold wind emanating from him as he let out a moan. It was a show, but it was a damn good one. His own ideas got to his head before you could say anything to make them enticing.

"What if we got a house one day? What would I come home to?"

"Me, your undoubtedly happy partner, waiting inside a small house. White pickets on the lawn, cloudy days with the blinds shut—we can't have anyone knowing you're a vampire," you laugh at how ridiculous it sounds, "The two of us would likely be crowned 'the weirdos in Forks,' and there would be long-running rumors about how no one goes in and comes out alive. The neighbors see us every now and then, but we're reclusive, spending every night and day making love, Ed. We'll give ourselves up to instincts and love."

"And when we are making love?" The motion of his hand picked up speed, but not to the degree of his running feats, rather, only a bit faster than what you could average when you were pent up. Though, you weren't nearly as big as him. You used it as a reference for your last point.

"I'll wear one of your shirts—that button-down right over there, coated in your scent, but you can still smell the red ocean inside me. We'll kiss, like I said, a lot. And I think for my first time with you, I'd want to swallow your. . . venom. Make you feel like you're human again."

That's when he came, spewing his own, cold release over your chest and a bit spraying on to your sheets, staining it with him. You noticed that the color was a bit darker than the regular human dickspit, but it was an extension of him in his most raw form. Edward sped over to fish out his shirt from the piles of clothes on the floor. He came over, carefully dabbing up his mess and tossing the shirt to you when he was finished. He remarked to himself, "Wash it, or not. I'd prefer it if you didn't, but I won't judge cleanliness."

You started drifting in and out of the realm of sleep, disappearing to a place Edward couldn't wander to. He hastily asked one last question, "Did you mean everything you said?"

"Every time you ask."

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cemeterything · 2 years

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hello mr elytrians what kind of horns do you think you would have?? totally not working on something wink emoji

oh okay this is several questions. um. i would have curly ram horns and uhhhh i guess i like my natural dark brown/black hair with the white blonde streaks at the front? and my eyes are gray and i like baggy sweatshirts and big jeans held together by chunky belts and silver chain jewellery and big platform boots and my favorite colors to wear are red and black. if you need more detail feel free to ask or dm me.

#sorry if this sucks

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misstycloud · 1 year

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Can you do a yandere firefighter if that’s possible??

GN reader x Firefighter

TW- thoughts about jumping through a window. Burning inside building.

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Was this it? you thought. Were you really going to die in an apartment fire, and so young as well? You hadn’t even had time to start collecting that crazy amount of cats into your home. All because your dumbass neighbour left the stove on.

You had been catching up on some TV shows in your bedroom with headphones on, so you didn’t perceive any danger until the burning smell attacked your senses. You connected the dots and rushed for the door and threw it open, but the fire had already spread through your floors hallway and blocked your exit.

Loud sirens screamed in the distance and pierced the ears of everyone unfortunate to be close. You backed away from the flaming hall and closed the door to separate you and the inferno for as long as possible. You needed to find another way out.

The windows! But when you looked down you only saw stone hard concrete 100 feet away. Right, you lived on the highest floor. How could you forget that? You certainly couldn’t jump, if you did you’d turn into mush for sure. But what choice did you have? It was that or burn to death, being turned into a pancake sounded less painful in a way.

You cringed at the thought. Perhaps you should make sure there was absolutely no other escape before resorting to that. But before you could start searching for other possible exits, the roof collapsed and spread ashened rubble on the floor. The fire was now licking at your walls and furniture, devouring it.

The suddenness of it shocked you and had you fall backwards to avoid being crushed. Coughing you tried to make your way to the window. It was getting hard to breathe. The smoke infiltrated your lungs and irritated them.

“Ah!” You cried.

Something hit you in the back and brought you down. It was heavy and you couldn’t get it off you no matter how much you tried. No, you thought. If you were stuck how were you supposed to pancake your way outside? There you laid wheezing on the ground as the different moments of life passed through your thoughts.

Your vision was getting hazy and the world around you was starting to disappear more and more. It was painful, the smoke. It was stinging your throat and made it sore. In your delirious state you could do nothing except call for help. Just as everything turned dark, you thought you heard the sound of footsteps and a voice scream something. If it wasn’t for the smoke and the fact you were going to die, you might’ve taken it for your name.

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A beeping noise awoke you. You tried to open your eyes, which were still groggy from sleep. There was a particular smell hanging in the air. It was a mix between a bunch of different things. Mostly noticeable a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners. Definitively a kind of treatment facility. Must be a hospital, you thought.

Your throat killing you and felt like you hadn’t had an ounce of water in weeks, while travelling through the desert. The inner walls were scraping each other like sandpaper. You desperately needed something to drink. As on cue, a tan hand reached forward with a cup in its grasp. Your still adjusting gaze landed on a new figure you hadn’t realised were a simple three feet away.

The sight startled you somewhat and you would’ve moved back if your body would listen to you, you were completely won out. The man was a stranger, but there was something slightly familiar with him. Although you couldn’t put your finger on it. At least he let out a comforting aura through the warm smile, signaling he meant no harm.

He wasn’t bad looking, honestly. Though he was no model he sure had his good traits. The soft-looking curly dark hair being one of them.

“How are you feeling?” He asked gently.

You drank the water he’d offered you and coughed a few times before answering,“Um….fine..”

“I’m glad. The doctors told me you would be okay after they gave you all those medical stuff and rest, but I couldn’t keep myself from worrying y’know. Although you do have a sprained shoulder-“

As he said so, you realised the right side did feel a little funny. Shifting it you quickly accepted it really was sprained and you held in an uncomfortable hiss.

“-but it’ll heal within a few weeks since it wasn’t too serious. It’s lucky I found you and managed to get you out in time or your condition could’ve been worse than this and that would be awful.”

His everlasting rant about you and you well-being would’ve went on seemingly forever if you hadn’t cut him short. You put up a finger to halt him.

“Yes, yes, thanks for caring but did you say that you got me out? Like from the burning building I was stuck in?” You asked with furrowed brows.

The man sighed softly, almost a little regretfully and moved his eyes to the floor and then back to you. “Ehm, yes, it was me. Though there’s nothing to thank me for. Just doing my part. And besides, it’s you so...hehe” the last part he whispered quietly to himself.

You blinked in silence and stared emotionally at him. “Wow, thank you for saving me. I-I don’t know what I would’ve done if it wasn’t for you…” Actually meeting your saviour was more overwhelming than you ever thought it would be. Now it finally hit you properly what could’ve gone down less than 24 hours ago. You believed you could come to terms with your death; that was a lie.

Who could do that? Especially if it was in the way you thought you’d go. You lived however, and it was all because of the same young man seated next to you. You didn’t even know his name, so you asked. “Well, I’ll continue to thank you no matter what you say. So thanks again Mr-…?”

“Oh, you don’t have to use any formality with me.” The dark-haired man waved off any attempt of custom. Then he continued, cheeks turning a little red this time, “You can just call me by my name.”

“For real? I don’t know your name though.”

Your saviour bashfully ran his fingers through the thick waves on his head and nervously licked his slightly chapped lips. “Eh, I don’t think you remember, but we have met before.”

“We have?” You spurred your brain to let you recall any meeting with this guy that you forgot. Sadly your mind was not cooperating today and left you blank.

“Yeah, we actually went to middle school together.” He revealed and gave you a dopey smile.

You and him went to the same school? You didn’t think so. Someone like him would not be easy for many to forget and that applied to you too. Scanning his strong muscular frame, you were certain there was no one who fit that description. Did he mistake you for someone else? That could explain it. Once more looking at his brown hair and eyes, you said “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered you in that case.”

“You probably wouldn’t.” He chuckled and gestured to his body, “I didn’t exactly look like this back then.”

“What, you weren’t one of those soccer or basket boys taking up the entire room?” You snickered at the thought of him being one of the schools meatheads. Despite him definitely having a lot of meat he didn’t come across as the stereotypical asshole type.

“No, I was quite the opposite actually. More like the silent shy type.”

You hummed in response, adding a nod to it. “I still haven’t gotten your name though.”

“Benny.”

‘What? Did he say Benny? Like the same Benny that got a boner during a PowerPoint presentation??’ You honestly couldn’t believe your eyes. Could the man in front of you truly be the same as the tiny boy you’d seen in your youth. If so, then shit has changed a great deal under all the years since then. The Benny from the past was but a small fragment of the one currently facing you.

You awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of your head stiffly, “Ahhh, now I remember. How have you been, it’s been so long?”

Benny smiled at your interest towards him and the fact you still knew who he was. It would hurt if you didn’t. He started feeling giddy inside as he began revealing what he was doing for the last decade.

“I’m good, not been up to much except work. Takes up time since you have to be ready and in shape too. I don’t have many hobbies either, hehe.”

While he explains, you notice that his gaze never strays away from you. Not even for a second. Most people tend to avert their eyes when in a conversation simply because it’s uncomfortable after some time, but it appeared that he was not like most people.

“Right, you’re a firefighter of course!” You did a little applaud to congratulate him on his success.

“Thank you, (Y/n), your praise is all I need.”

“Huh?”

Before you could inquire more about what he meant a doctor had swung open the door. He greeted the two of you and proceeded to ask you the normal questions; how you were feeling and such. Then he explained your condition and what happens to people who experience smoke inhalation. Thankfully with the right treatment and time you’d be as good as new. Therefore they saw no reason to keep you there, giving a paper containing a prescription to…Benny..?

“Make sure they get the rest they need and fresh air. Avoid anything that may cause an irritation to their lungs.” The doctor ordered before turning to you. “You got a good boyfriend there, kid. He’s a keeper I’ll tell you, completely out of his mind when he brought you here, cares a lot for you.” With those words, the medic parted with you and closed the door behind him firmly.

You immediately confronted your saviour, “Why’d he think you were my boyfriend, did you say that or something?”

Benny put his hands up in surrender, “No no, of course I didn’t say anything like that! They must’ve assumed it.” He defended himself.

You sighed, admitting it could easily just be them who put a label on your relation to each other. It wasn’t his fault. Yeah, why would he even claim to be your part enter to begin with? That didn’t make any sense. It’s not as if you were close back then and like hell there were any benefit from it.

Grabbing the sheet of paper from the brown-haired man, you sped read the words. “How am I supposed to heal at home if I don’t have one.” You scoffed. Now you had to find a place to stay, that was easier said than done. You could potentially stay at a friends but you didn’t want to dump all the healthcare stuff on them.

Apart from the lung coughing, you also couldn’t use your arm for a while. Not until your sprained shoulder has healed which would mean they’d be forced to help you out with different things. A deep voice woke you from your thoughts.

“If you don’t have a place to stay you can stay at my apartment!” Benny offered a little too fast, his tone made him sound like he was feeling bad for you but his face betrayed him. The expression on it was way too bright; it creeped you out somewhat.

“A-are you sure? I don’t have any money left so I can’t pay you, and you heard what the doc said, you’d have to take care of me-“

“- I don’t mind.” He stated firmly. “Really, I wouldn’t.”

You stared at him in shock. “No, you can’t actually mean that. We barely know each other, there is no-“

“(Y/n), please.” Grabbing you mildly by the shoulders, the young man spoke “Let me take care of you. It’s no biggie, I promise. And you don’t have to pay me, I want to do this for you. So please don’t resist, okay?”

Damn. What other choice did you have? Your apartment along with all your stuff was burnt to a crisp. You had no money and couldn’t work in your state. You didn’t wish to admit it but Benny was the best alternative; if not the only one.

That paired with the assures look he was giving you, there seemed to be no option than to yield and that’s how you found yourself nodding along to his proposal. You pursed your lips and turned your eyes to your clasped hands, at the same time the firefighter lit up with joy and laughed. “Thank you for giving me a chance. You won’t regret it, I’ll make sure of it.”

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Sorry this is shitty, Just tried to whip up something.

I’ve been bombarded with exams and it never seems to stop, it’s the reason I haven’t been able to post lately.

Can’t say when the next post is going to be but I’ll try to come up with something!

#oc #obsessed #yandere #male yandere #possesive #yandere oc #bad relationships #toxic #firefighter #yandere firefighter #yandere firefighter x reader #male yandere x GN reader #yandere oc x reader #sorry if this sucks #misstycloud oc #Benny Clark #firefighter oc #Benny oc

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ambassadorarlert · 7 months

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HEAT WAVES... (Armin Arlert x afab!reader)

0.6 AS ABOVE… (main menu | spotify) ↳ summary: armin does something special. // sasha starts getting curious. ↳ warnings: so much fluff it'll make you sick, minor mentions of violence, flower language. ↳ genre: comfort, comedy, fluff ↳ word count: 6k

“Woosh… woosh…”

All was quiet in the girls barracks. Crickets sung outside of the window, the pale light of the moon high in the shy offered relief from the darkness of the night.

“Woosh… woosh…”

The layout in the barracks were rows and rows of bunk beds with a nightstand in between each one that housed a single oil lamp. To your right was Mikasa, who slept on her back as if she were sleeping in a coffin. Above her was Sasha. Her foot hung off the side of her bunk, beckoning to be grabbed or tickled. To your left was Christa, and Ymir, who snored loudly on the top bunk.

The sound of whooshing had woken you up. You rubbed an eye, looking around for the source. Everyone around you seemed comfortable and cozy, out cold from a hard day of training. After another quiet ‘whoosh,’ you pinned that the sounds were coming from above you. You kept your eyes half shut to retain your sleepiness so you could easily go back to bed, and climbed the ladder on the side of your bunk.

Annie laid on her back, one arm out from under her covers and rested above her head. She looked just as intimidating asleep as she was when she was awake. Annie had a bad habit of talking in her sleep. Sometimes, they were incoherent sentences but most of the time she made the silly “whooshing” sound effects.

Annie had talked in her sleep since she started cadet training, and you figured she had done it her entire life. You always wondered what an aloof person like her dreamt about. You asked once, but she never gave an outright answer. It only added to her cool mysteriousness.

You waited less than thirty seconds to catch her in the act and “whoosh” again under her breath. With a pillow in hand, you whacked her with it. Annie jolted upright, sputtering confused and dazed.

“What was that for?” She hissed at you.

“You’re talking in your sleep again.” You informed her.

Annie looked around her. Her eyes were blown out wide, lips turned upside down into a different kind of frown from the one she wore during the day. She looked around, getting a grip back into her waking reality.

“Are you okay?” You tested.

Perhaps she was having a nightmare, and smacking her with a pillow wasn’t a good method to wake her up. You immediately felt guilty.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Sorry.” She mumbled.

Annie turned on her side, facing away from you now, and cuddled back under the thin sheet. You returned to your bunk, settling down on your back. You closed your eyes to get back to sleep. Not even five minutes had passed until you heard,

“Whoosh… Whooooooshhhhhhhh…”

The morning was warm and breezy. The sky above was just beginning to turn blue. Shades of yellow swirling behind the clouds. The sun had not come up yet but here you, Sasha, and Mikasa were, ready to train.

It was Mikasa’s idea. Now that everyone had returned home to Paradis, it was time to fall back into the usual routine. Mikasa used training to blow off the stream Eren left her seething in, instead of laying in bed and rotting. You and Sasha woke well before the crack of dawn to accompany and support her.

Two months had gone by, and neither of you missed a single day.

“Om…” Sasha hummed. She increased her volume slowly with each meditative mantra.

Before physically training the body, Mikasa stressed the importance of training the mind. For forty-five minutes the three of you did peaceful meditation. Mikasa led since this was her routine. She’d find a comfortable spot and you all would fall into a higher state of consciousness.

“Om…”

“Sasha, quit it.” Mikasa chuckled.

You kept your eyes closed as you focused on finder inner peace. There was no way you could now. Sasha exclaimed out loud, pouncing on you and Mikasa’s shoulder.

“Look, look, look! There he goes!” Sasha excitedly hushed.

Just a few feet away, Niccolo walked to the mess hall. It was unclear if he knew you three were there and watching him or not. All you could make of him was the back of his curly blonde hair, white chef's coat, and the crate he was carrying. You put the pieces together and assumed he was beginning the breakfast shift in the kitchen.

“For a Marleyan, isn’t he dreamy? I wonder what he’ll be making this morning!” Sasha sighed whimsically.

You weren’t completely sure if she was drooling over Niccolo himself, or the idea of his cooking.

Sasha was completely head over heels for this guy, and you could understand why. Niccolo was relatively good looking, but the fact that food was Sasha’s love language and Niccolo was a chef boosted his score. She had fallen stomach first for the grumpy and apprehensive Marleyan that was hired to work in the kitchen temporarily, both of them forgetting that he was technically a prisoner. Niccolo couldn’t hide how he had begun to soften around Sasha. Whatever he cooked, Sasha ate it and was always given a sample before it was properly served.

No better match could have been made.

“For you.” Mikasa chortled.

The wet morning dew from the grass dampened your clothes, especially on your butt. It had gotten to a point which you couldn’t tolerate anymore. Having enough of Sasha’s lustful shenanigans, you quickly stood up on your feet.

“Can we get started now?” You asked.

You extended your arms out, pulling Mikasa and Sasha to their feet as well.

Sasha mostly kept up with her archery and shooting skills, since she was the kill shot of the squad. The sound of her emptying her magazine didn’t bother you as much anymore. You didn’t need to see how she had obliterated the target dummy with bullets and arrows. Wherever Sasha’s target was— between the eyes, center chest, or the groin for giggles, she hit it with impeccable accuracy.

You liked to imagine Sasha as a little girl with a crossbow in her hand, proudly displaying the game she had hunted. She always kept you entertained with her childhood stories about growing up in the forest. You could recall how ecstatic she was when she had conquered that wild boar in the forest of Trost District. Sasha had brought it down with a single arrow to the skull. That was when you truly realized how amazing she was.

You couldn’t break your eyes away from Mikasa for a moment to admire Sasha’s damage. One distraction would cost you your face. With boxing gloves on her hands and safety pads on yours, Mikasa boxed you with no remorse. You dug your feet in the dirt to keep your balance upon her impacts, focusing on her flying gloves to protect yourself. Mikasa’s eyes were cold and dissociated as she pounded your palms. You and her were together often enough, you had a stellar idea of her routines and habits. Still, you wondered what the hell she ate that made her so strong. Or, perhaps, she was simply born effortlessly talented.

From your peripheral vision, you saw how Mikasa raised her foot for a kick. Without hesitation, you swatted her ankle away. Mikasa caught her own balance. She never fell, slipped, or tripped over anything.

She had barely broken a sweat. This moment of lapse made you realize just how far you both had moved from your original position. A good ten feet or so. Mikasa was slowly backing you into a corner, she always had the advantage.

When training for the day had drawn to a close, Mikasa suggested that your living quarters would be the ideal spot to recuperate and relax. You agreed, saying you had nothing planned for the day.

As the three of you slowly approached your living apartments, an object in front of your door came clearer into view. You all stared at the wrapped bouquet of blue Campanulas perfectly placed in the corner of the doorframe. They were delicately protected in white parchment paper.

“Someone left you flowers.” Mikasa announced, her tone comically flat as she pointed her finger at the conspicuous gift.

“Who are they from?” Sasha incredulously gawked.

You carefully picked them up and inhaled the petals. They smelled divine, a hint of Earth still lingered which meant they had been freshly selected and dropped off not too long ago. The gag was that you already knew who had left them. It was a typical token of affection and appreciation that Armin would present you with a flower, or a small bundle he had chosen for you. He also liked to place a few of them in your hair. Then, later, you pressed them into your personal journal for safe keeping.

Buried deep within the stems was a small note card. You plucked it and read the face silently to yourself.

10am. Same place, was all it said, written in Armin’s tiny penmanship.

During those two months since you had returned from Marley and adjusted back to regular life, you still hadn’t told a soul about you and Armin. Since Mikasa was healing from a broken heart, it felt insensitive for two of her best friends to be open about being in a relationship with each other. You and Armin didn’t exclusively agree to continue your low key relationship on those terms, it just seemed clear that now was not the right time to broadcast it.

The honeymoon phase of your relationship was still buzzing. Since you and Armin couldn’t be out and about in the way you liked, the routine you had become accustomed to on Marley had bled into your lives on Paradis; sneaking through the halls at odd hours of the night and averting a wider audience of wandering eyes, letting your eyes linger on each other longer than normal, holding hands and playing footsie under the table.

Being in a secret relationship had its perks and downsides. It was fun to lurk in the shadows, feeling as if you were doing something you shouldn’t. You never had a rebellious phase. Slipping out with Armin and creeping back in the small hours of the morning, hushed quickies in empty closets, keeping your own secrets and knowing things about each other no one else knew was far too exhilarating.

The only negative perspective was that you couldn’t shout from the rooftops on how madly in love you were with Armin already, previous years of undercover pining like a juvenile included. Armin had made you feel so special with his words of affirmation, tender acts of service, and romantic quality time. He was supernaturally kind, always considerate of your feelings and carefully choosing his words. He had literally given you the clothes off his back, letting you wear his heavy Survey Corps coat if you weren’t adorned in yours and the night was chilly as you roamed the streets together after dark. He picked up easily on your likes and dislikes, what your favorite anything was, and how you expressed displeasurement by the way you turned your nose up at certain things.

You had been awake for so long, it started feeling later in the day than it actually was. Sasha had a watch, you grabbed her wrist to read the time which read nine forty-five.

“Oh, shoot! I completely forgot I had something to do this morning after training!” You falsely gasped at the time.

Sasha blinked. Her first thought was how it was unlike you to forget anything, especially if it was something important. Mikasa spoke, but Sasha didn’t hear. Your suspicious body language was too overwhelming not to pay attention to. Sasha saw the note you slipped into your pocket, and the way you cradled the bouquet closer to you as you fumbled with your key. It seemed like putting a key in a lock was an exceedingly difficult task given how you began to tremble like a leaf in the wind. She watched you cautiously.

“Aw, that’s a shame. I was hoping you’d touch up my eyebrows.” Mikasa pouted. She traced a finger over them as she thought about it.

You quickly unlocked your door and briefly stepped inside. Mikasa and Sasha didn’t follow, as you’d be leaving anyway. Sasha stuck her head through the door, she watched as you chucked a smaller and more decayed bunch of flowers into the trash and added the fresh flowers to the same vase.

Y/N get flowers regularly… Interesting, Sasha thought to herself.

“I’ll do them later, I promise.” You said, closing and locking up your apartment.

“You said that last week!” Mikasa protested.

You looked in between both Mikasa and Sasha. Mikasa’s unkempt brows were bent together in the middle in a dissatisfied frown. You had been putting off helping Mikasa with some of her beauty regime because any other amount of free time you had was spent mostly with Armin. You glanced at Sasha, eyebrows turned in the opposite way. She had hers quirked up, her eyes shamelessly looking you up and down. They both stared at you intensely, and you knew if you lingered a second longer they’d start asking questions.

“I’ll see you guys later!” You caved, not being able to handle the silent pressure. On that note, you scurried off down the hall, not looking back as you exited quickly. Sasha and Mikasa stood for a brief second in silence. They exchanged odd glances, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. What’s with them?

“I can do your eyebrows for you!” Sasha offered.

“After what happened last time, there’s no way I’m letting you that close to my face ever again.” Mikasa spat out.

The sounds of horses snorting amongst themselves along with the smell of hay lingered in the air. Each stall was occupied with either a single horse or a mother and her foal. Whenever you went to the stables on unofficial scouting business, you tried your best to never arrive empty handed, whether it be a crunchy carrot or a nice head pat and a scratch. You offered the new colt your friendship, petting along its little face, and paid brief attention to some of your friends' horses as well.

You briefly scanned the stables for a sign that Armin might be here, but all was silent and vacant. To pass the time you thought you would visit your own horse.

You walked further down the isle of horses, each one snorting and making noises to themselves as they stood around in tranquility. Walking by one particular stall, you heard an all too familiar sound.

“Psst.”

Doubling back your steps, you saw that it was Armin tending to his own horse.

“There you are!” You exclaimed.

You briefly eyed Armin up and down. He was in rather casual clothes, accepted with a pair of his tougher boots he wore for working in. His horse also had a saddle strapped to her back, ready for an adventure.

“What’s with the get up?” You wanted to know.

“I was going to the forest this morning. I w-wanted to know if you would like to come along with me?” The words spilled from Armin’s lips like an accident that was waiting to happen. His sky-blue eyes were drawn open wide, wholeheartedly hoping you would agree to his invitation. He rubbed his palms together, a sheepish mannerism you realized he had.

The smile that slowly began to spread on your lips lifted the heavy weight in Armin’s chest. He logically knew that he had no reason to be nervous about rejection, as you had never denied him before. You had alway been open to his ideas he shared, always met up on time when you arranged meet-ups, and you never pushed him away whenever Armin started poking and prodding at buttons that he knew would make you turn to liquid in his hands. Even so, the potential chance of being turned down lingered involuntarily.

“Okay!” You didn’t even miss a beat.

Armin released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He grinned ear to ear, ready to immediately set out. You didn’t notice the rucksack in the corner until Armin grabbed it. He wasted no time gathering his bag and strapping it to the side of the saddle. Armin held out his hand, obviously waiting for you to take it. His hands were usually soft and just a little sweaty, but you didn’t mind it that much. Armin assisted you in helping you jump up on his horse’s back, hoisting you up by your foot. You could mount a horse on your own, but you allowed him to be a gentleman. - The Scout Regiment’s headquarters was stationed in Trost, and had been for a few years. The pastures from Wall Rose and outward had been completely wiped of titans, thanks to Hange and Eren’s ingenious guillotine, thus making expeditions outside of the walls a breeze. With Armin taking the reins and you sitting behind him, you both trotted off of Scout property and into the streets.

It surely didn’t take long to reach the gate of Wall Rose, the only thing keeping civilization and the nearest stretch of wilderness apart. You never would have imagined that you would be able to travel back and forth, and still remain alive. This would be your first time going beyond the walls, not necessarily alone, but without a parade of scouts. You took a moment to look up at the wall and at the people around you.

You already knew that the walls were made from titans, but your brain just couldn’t imagine how they’d all fit together inside. The haunting face of a titan peering through the brick, or what you used to believe was brick, never left your imagination. A flock of birds flew overhead, making shadows while they flew in front of the sun.

“State your name, regiment, and business going outside of Wall Rose.” The Garrison guard demanded. He held out his hand promptly to inspect Armin’s exit permit to be outside of the wall on his own.

“Cal, you already know me.” Armin sighed, obviously annoyed. He reached into his back pocket to present his permit.

“No exceptions, Arlert!” Cal spat back.

You relaxed your posture and waited. You looked out at the people around you. Since there were no titans outside of the wall, the Garrison didn’t have much to look out for. Not that their jobs were back breaking anyway. A few guys in their short tan leather jackets sat around a wooden crate, playing cards and passing around a flask. They were all painstakingly bored, because the guard currently monitoring the lack of traffic through the gate was giving Armin a particularly rough time.

“This looks fake.” Cal huffed, holding the permit high in the sunlight to spot any forgeries.

“Well, it’s not.” Armin responded dryly.

You locked eyes with a woman. She was blonde, her hair had a dustier hue to it, compared to Armin’s yellow undertone. She sported the knee length green coat with a unicorn in the center of the crest, indicating she was of the Military Police. Being an MP was your first goal once you joined the cadet corps, but as time went on and with the more friends you made, and the more you changed your ideals, you decided to stick it out with the scouts. A decision you were glad that you chose, even through all the disaster and tragedy the scouts had to endure and will experience more of.

Everyone knows two things about the Military Police; they’re lousy at their jobs, and the women were gorgeous. The woman you were having an unintentional staring contest with was no exception.

You politely smiled at her, a favor which was not returned back to you. Her lips were thinned in an expression of judgment and you were close enough together to see some emotions in her eyes. She scanned you up and down as if she knew already knew what your greatest sin was. Your smile fell from your lips, no longer seeing a point in trying to be nice. She turned away with a roll in her eye, and carried on with the squiffy men seated around her. You watched her out of the side of your eye as she twiddled a piece of her short hair and flirtatiously laughed above everyone else.

The screeching chains of the gate being lifted caught your attention. Since they weren’t in a formal formation, As the outer gate to Wall Rose was lifted to let you pass, you could see the green fields as far as the eye could see. A new and fresh gust of wind blew right through you. You got your arms around Armin’s abdomen and held on, knowing Armin would tear off for the open field. Armin snapped the reins, and broke speed in record time.

You held Armin tightly as Armin’s horse booked it by his command. The sky had never been so blue and the grass had never been greener. You could actually admire the land you lived on now that blood didn’t stain the ground, and steam from destroyed titans didn’t fog up the sky. You thought back to the very first time you had gone outside of Wall Maria, bound for what seemed at the time to be the edge of the Earth. Life really was beautiful when it wasn’t polluted with death and destruction.

The nearest set of trees wasn’t far, only a half an hour ride. Armin rode up to a heavy patch of the deepest pine and juniper green trees that stood well over eighty meters tall. Their leaves rustled in the wind, a few falling high from the branches above. Armin hopped down from the saddle, tying his horse off on the trunk of the tree. His blond hair glistened in the sun. Armin’s hair had three different dimensions of color, a few pieces around his face and temples had a different texture compared to the rest of his head. Sweat had curled the hair framing around his face, his cheeks and the tip of his nose flushed darker than usual.

“So,” You breathed once your feet hit the ground. “We’re here. Now what?” You asked.

All around you, there was nothing. No villages or homes, not even empty or abandoned ones. The land was flat and appeared to continue forever if you didn’t know that the ocean was on the other side of the distant horizontal line. The wind was silent and warm.

Armin took a few steps closer, the grass squishing under his boot. His eyes trickled over your face, talking in all of your beautiful details in the organic sunlight. Armin kept eye contact with you while he sneakily grabbed your hand and held it politely in his. Even through his fingertips, Armin radiated kindness. He gently pulled you towards the man-made gap in between the trees. There was a trail that led through the shadows.

“Come on, I want to show you something.” His voice was low and enticing. There was a bass in his quiet tone that made your ear drums tickle.

You glanced over his shoulder to look through the massive tree trunks. There were glimmers of light that came through the branches. Looking deeper in, you could see that it was dark and shady. Ominous and suspicious. A shiver went through your spine and a reflex to wonder if there were titans lurking about.

“Are you sure there are no titans out here?” You asked.

You moved your feet apprehensively as Armin continued to tug you closer. You felt silly for asking considering you were on the expedition to double check that all titans beyond Wall Rose had actually been eliminated.

“I swear.” Armin promised.

With his word of honor, you grasped Armin’s hand tighter and brought yourself to his side. Your fingers locked in with his while you walked into the forest.

Comfortable silence blew through every now and then, but Armin mostly talked while you listened. This seemed to be your usual dynamic. He asked how your morning training went, if you were tired and if you needed a break from walking. Armin filled you in on his morning. He finally finished that book he had been reading for most of the month and how he didn’t like the ending, the ideas he proposed to Hange and how he was looking forward to seeing some of them come to fruition. The railroad was almost complete, and was about to kickstart a new project. Armin thought it would be beneficial for the population inside the walls to construct a major institution where the sick and injured could be treated. If there was one place the severely ill and wounded could heal, there would be more free space for minor illnesses and grievances in local doctors offices. That way, health care could be provided easily and evenly. You thought it was a fantastic idea.

The forest wasn’t as threatening as it seemed. The sun came through the canopy of the trees beautifully, creating an ethereal environment. You spotted a bush of Campanulas along the matted dirt trail. One section was missing several flowers. You put two and two together. Armin had been here earlier, but why? With the rucksack hanging on one shoulder, items inside of it clinking together, you knew he had to be up to something.

Jumping over fallen branches and bending under low branches, Armin began to lead you uphill. The mourning doves were still hooting softly in the distance. Armin stopped abruptly. He popped up directly in front of you. He already had a solid grip on one of your hands. With his free one, he slid it down your arm to the one he didn’t have. His touch sent a cold chill through you, despite it being quite warm outside. He held them both as he spoke.

“Close your eyes, okay?” Armin couldn’t resist giving your knuckles a quick and chaste kiss.

You were right. There was a trick up his sleeve, an ace in his deck you weren’t expecting. There was a flux in his tone of which he spoke, drawing you to say anything except no. His eyes sparkled with mischief and surprise while he held you so close to him.

You did as he said with no questions asked.

Behind the darkness of your eyelids, you could hear Armin doing things and moving around. He unzipped the rucksack. Whatever items he had in there clanked around as he moved about. Armin muttered quietly to himself.

“Are your eyes still closed?” Armin asked, though he could see that they were squeezed tightly.

“Yes.”

“Don’t open them yet!” He instructed.

“‘Kay.”

You stood awkwardly, eyes still closed and not yet completely sure of your surroundings. Your ears were finely tuned into the noises around you. Birds flittered and chirped closely, leaves rustling up above your head along with the faint breath of breeze. You drummed patiently on your thighs as you waited, growing more anxious by the second as to what Armin could possibly be up to.

“Okay, open.” His voice this time was lower than a whisper and appeared right in the shell of your ear. Your heart pounded at his lips suddenly being so close.

You did just as he said, opening your eyes and letting them adjust to the greenery around you. Both of you were standing in the middle of a clearing. The sun was at its highest morning peak, not a single cloud in the sky. It shone a spotlight down on the clearing Armin was leading you up to the entire time. On the ground was a blanket with food spread buffet style. White flower bushes encased the area like a natural fence.

“I-I figured that since you don’t have anything planned this afternoon, and I don’t have anything to do either, we could just hide out here…?”Armin explained, an open and hopeful suggestion left in the end. He rubbed his hands together nervously as he spoke.

It wasn’t really surprising that Armin had gone out of his way to do something this nice, as he tried to do things for you while keeping a low profile. The bouquet of flowers weren’t out of character, and neither were the little notes. Armin left little pieces of himself in places only you could see; the inside of your Survey Corps coat, in books.

This set up, however, was the grandest thing he’d ever done.

Armin pulled on the joints of his fingers to soothe the storm in his stomach. He scanned your body language. Your face lit up, a wide and surprised smile spreading across your soft lips. The knot in his tummy quickly untwisted itself.

“Aw!” You gaped at how everything was intentionally set up and laid out before you.

“You like it?” Armin questioned, as if the sentimental gloss in your eyes made it difficult to actually tell.

“Yes!”

You immediately got comfortable on the splayed blanket. It was unexpectedly soft. You laid on your back and threw your hands behind your head, looking up at the sky through the deep green branches. Armin joined your side without wasting a single second. You took a closer look at all of the food and smaller things he brought. It wasn’t much, but there was bread and jam, bits of different cheeses, apples and grapes. There was also a deck of playing cards and two books. They were simple things to come by.

Your chest felt as if it could just explode from the way Armin made you feel. Before you had gotten into a relationship, you never would have guessed that Armin was as romantic as he had been. Often a man of a few words unless prompted into conversation. Logical, analytical, and practical didn’t seem to go hand in hand with romance and affection. It was a side of Armin that only you got to see, a side that you knew that was only reserved for you. Which made you feel all the more special.

“This is really, really nice. You’re so sweet to me.” You gave him praise and recognition. Armin jokingly rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and scoffed with faux imperturbability.

“Well, you know…” His face turned a deep pink.

After all the hard work and organization he put in to set this up, you decided at least a kiss was in order. You extended your neck slightly to meet his lips in the middle in the midst of his humble denial. Only then did Armin fall silent. He caught up to the pace of how you moved your lips in between his. His body melted on top of yours, now lying comfortably on top of you. He helped himself to hover you, his waist making home right in between your legs and hands holding him up on both sides of your head. You threw your arms around his neck, Armin instinctively lowered himself. The tips of your noses brushed against each other, and abdomens flush.

In between little make outs, you fed yourselves and each other, played a few rounds of Go Fish, and finally nestled down and started reading once all of the food had been eaten. You cracked open the newest book Armin had got just for this occasion. With a book in one hand, Armin rested his head in your lap and you played with his hair as you read out loud. You used your nails to scratch at his scalp, and twirled pieces of fine angel hair around your finger. Armin’s eyes fluttered shut, resting them as he listened to you read. He could listen to your voice forever.

Apart from the sounds of you reading and the feeling of you gently twirling his hair, everything around Armin seemed to fall away. Armin could only seem to find peace of mind whenever you were in his presence. Just the sight of you soothed the redundant and dull ache in his chest he had acquired from the trauma of the last few months. Armin still missed Eren more than anything, he thought of him every single day. He wondered if Eren was alright, if he had somewhere to sleep or something to eat. Whether or not Eren had grown comfortable in the new life he abandoned his old one for, or if he was even alive at this point. Instead of bottling up all his emotions inside, keeping his thoughts to himself so as to not upset Mikasa and others, you encouraged him to speak his mind. Little by little, each day got easier. Even still, apart from you and Mikasa, Armin couldn’t confide in anyone else on the same level as he did with Eren.

No one could take Eren’s place in Armin’s heart. However, the space Armin had for Eren and you separately started to slowly merge. Your touch comforted him like soup on a sick day. Armin never knew how much physical touch meant to him until Armin got to hold you almost whenever he wanted to. Your hands fit perfectly together, your bodies evenly meshed when you were pressed against one another. Hearing you laugh drowned out the buzzing in his brain. He slept deeper and longer with you snuggled up next to him. Those thoughts that had their own tiny voices couldn’t be heard over Armin hearing you moan his name in your ear while you both fucked each other.

Armin took advantage of the pause you took to flip the pages to speak after he had been quietly paying attention to your story telling.

“Can I ask you a question?” He blurted out.

You gave up trying to turn to the next page and closed the book completely, giving Armin your full attention.

“Yes,” You spoke, not even thinking twice about it.

Armin sat straight up. You leaned back on the blanket, supporting your weight with your hands. Armin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. There was something on his mind that he just could not hide. Armin was a quiet man, and you studied his body language carefully. A slightly turned head with eye contact was reserved for when Armin was curious, inquisitive. When Armin turned his head without eye contact, something was on his mind. He took a reasonable pause.

“If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?” Armin implored.

You reached out again for his hair. It was so soft, as if you were touching nothing. His hair wasn’t as neat as it normally was since you had been playing in it. The wind blew his bangs back. You remembered when his brass-blonde hair was just shy of touching his shoulders. Armin hardly ever did anything with his hair, as a guy usually would. It always hung in his face, shielding him from being perceived. All you wanted to do was let the strands fall through your fingers.

Now, Armin’s hair was shorter in the back and layering longer at the top. It wasn’t quite a bowl cut, but it worked for the shape of his face. When Armin first got his hair cut, you were glad to see the guy behind it, but sometimes you did miss the length. You never got to play in it while it was long.

Your first thought to his question was to be able to turn back time. You would take it back three months ago in Marley, where Eren stood in front of you shaking with an unknown anger you had never seen before. You would change how you didn’t try hard enough to get him to articulate his thoughts. You would make yourself follow him outside so he wouldn’t be alone. Then perhaps he would only be minutes late to meet back with the squad instead of never showing up at all. Armin would be happy and still be conjoined to Eren’s side. Mikasa wouldn’t have cried for weeks and weeks, her smile would be brighter and her eyes wouldn’t be so cold. Captain Levi would still have someone to sarcastically abuse, Hange would have at least one person willing to stay up until three in the morning with them, Jean and Eren would fight as usual. Connie and Eren would still teasingly taunt and terrorize you at every chance they got. Everything would be in balance, as it had been before, and as it should be.

“I don’t know.”

You shrugged innocently as you took a section of Armin’s hair and split it into three pieces. It would be best not to say. You didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good and wholesome moment.

On the other hand, there wasn’t anything else you immediately wanted or needed. You were so grateful for all the times you scraped by death without even a broken bone. There wasn’t much one could ask for once you’ve been given life so many times. You weren’t starving, you had a roof over your head, and money in your purse. You had friends, and Armin, who gave you heart palpitations every time he blinked those long eyelashes. What else could you want?

“What about you?” You asked Armin in return.

You reached around you towards the flower bushes and plucked one straight from the stem. Within the white petals and yellow center was a sultry and sweet aroma. The scent tagged itself in your memory. You chose a few more flowers and placed them along the crown of Armin’s head.

Armin had already gone beyond the walls and had already seen the ocean, his ultimate life goal. He had an influential hand in transforming the island of Paradise, installing the railroad that was almost completed, and several other new ideas. Those ideas were just that so far. Armin wanted to think of an objective that was outside of work, something personal.

“I’d like to revisit my old house at some point, and see what it looks like.” Armin admitted.

“That can easily be done.” You said while your fingers kept working. Armin chuckled.

“Yeah. But, I can imagine some renovations would be in order for it to be livable.” Armin added.

You hummed. The scouts didn’t have the greatest salary, and saving money for a home would take quite a while. Even in a less fortunate outlier district such as Shiganshina. Why would the government waste money on paying soldiers in a regiment who were destined to die anyway?

You started your project on Armin’s hair over, since the flowers wouldn’t stay put in its fine texture. You recreated a braid going across the crown of Armin’s head, and then stuck the flowers in where they fit best. You worked on him as Armin spoke about his home in Shiganshina.

He and Eren lived in the same neighborhood, just a few blocks from each other. Armin remembered sitting at the kitchen table with his grandfather, who taught him to read, showing him pictures in the infamous book Armin brought up a few times. At the same table, his father would fix up the scrapes on his hands and knees from falling, either because he was clumsy and mistook his step or because he was shoved to the ground. And, Armin definitely remembered sitting in his mother’s lap while she showed him all of the blueprints for the hot-air balloon and the plans she had made.

Armin thought about his bedroom, and how juvenile it would be for him now. How the dishes would still be piled in the sink, books on the shelves were still organized in chronological order, shoes still by the front door and clothes for a little boy hanging in the closet and folded in the dresser. Everything would have layers and layers of dust, but would still be perfectly in place.

“And after reconstructing whatever needs to be done, we could get off-campus permits and live there.” Armin said.

Your heart almost stopped completely at hearing him say ‘we.’ As in you and him together.

“That sounds lovely.” Your breath tickled the back of Armin’s neck. He rolled his eyes back at the sensation, toes curled in his boots and stomach turning.

From that comment on, Armin continued. He shared how he wanted a flower box in every window, even on ones facing away from the street where no one could see. He wanted bookshelves built into the walls so it appeared more flush and cohesive, an oven to make bread at home instead of struggling to buy a loaf every week. All the renovations would be expensive, most definitely, but if he saved just enough and learned how to do a few things himself, the possibilities would be endless.

You lost your concentration for one moment, and a flower tumbled from Armin’s head to his lap. He picked it up and lifted a finger to ever so gently touch the delicate petals. All that Armin described sounded like a dream. But, there was one tiny minuscule flaw.

“Wouldn’t people notice that we live together? What would we do then?” You asked, half teasing.

So far you and Armin were so good at hiding your relationship, no one had suspected anything. It was easy to slip undetected while everyone’s attention was averted to coping without Eren and adjusting back to regular life. If word got out that you and Armin were living together off Survey Corp grounds, there would definitely be assumptions and questions.

Armin shrugged. He shoved his nose into the flower that had fallen into his lap. Armin got a whiff of a spicy scent with earthy undertones. He twirled it in between his fingers.

“It’ll take a while to save for even a down payment, then having the off-campus permit go through. W-We’ll just figure it out when we get to that point, I suppose.” Armin talked low, despite you two being the only ones out in the forest.

Armin’s flower crown was completed. He moved his head around carefully so as to not ruin your masterpiece. The flowers sat on the top of his head as if you had crowned him a prince of the trees. Armin did a half turn to at face you. The sun coming through the greenery above granted Armin a glowing shadow around his shoulders. He looked like an angel.

“What kind of flowers are these?” You wanted to know.

You quickly changed the subject. Thinking further ahead about living with Armin was making your head spin. You wouldn’t be totally opposed to it, but you never had lived with a boyfriend before. The possibility of settling down somewhere seemed so far away, so unlikely given the chance you’d die the very next day. A new window of potential cracked open ever so slightly.

Armin took a final glance at the flower in his hand, and then gently placed it in your hair just above your ear. You flushed quickly at the feeling of Armin’s fingers dusting through your hair.

“I believe these are gardenias.” Armin replied matter of factly. He responded with little hesitation.

“We could plant some of these in the windows!” You mentioned excitedly.

“Okay, sure. Whatever you’d like.” Armin smiled, and chuckled.

His cheeks burned hot, he could feel himself turning an embarrassing shade of red. He smiled gently and genuinely at you. The corners of his eyes turned upwards happily. Only you were capable of making him grin this way these days. The pulling feeling in his chest was a sensation reserved for you and you only. The tunneling vision whenever you were in his line of sight became clearer and sharper with focus. Armin’s body was already admitting to itself that he had fallen for you harder than he had ever thought imaginable.

When the sun shifted and time set to late afternoon, it would be time for dinner by the time you and Armin returned back. The thirty minute trek lasted another thirty minutes because Armin’s horse walked the rest of the way to Scout headquarters. Armin could have made her pick up the pace a little bit, but he wanted to spend his time with you as much as he could. Armin didn’t talk much. He stayed quiet and enjoyed the slow trot with you holding onto him again. You didn’t have to hold onto him so tightly, but Armin liked it nonetheless. You both parted at the stables, but not without quickly and deeply pressing your lips together in a long kiss. Neither of you were sure if you’d be able to see each other later, or if this was your secluded parting for the night. You went ahead of Armin to the mess hall. The snacks Armin had brought were eaten hours ago, and you absolutely needed more sustenance. The mess hall was busy, as expected. You got your plate and sat yourself at the usual table. Connie and Sasha had already claimed their spots, sitting right next to each other and shooting the breeze. You plopped in front of them, greeting them breathlessly before helping yourself to your meal. The food today was just alright, but beggars can’t be choosers. You completely missed the way Sasha and Connie exchanged short looks at each other.

They leaned in closer, keeping their eyes on you until you noticed them staring directly at you. Connie naturally had wide eyes, big and a yellowish-hazel, lighter than Sasha’s. If you didn’t know them both, you would have assumed they were fraternal twins. They spent so much time together they started looking like one another. You blinked at the both of them, staring you down like you had grown a second head. “What?” You asked. You took your napkin and wiped the corners of your mouth, in case there was something on your face.

“Who’s the guy?” Sasha simply asked as if it were the easiest question in the world. You scoffed.

“What?” You choked. “Who is the guy?” Sasha pressed again.

“There is no guy!” You automatically denied.

You did the best you could to keep your composure, but your body couldn't stop the increase of anxiety. You might as well be under a single spotlight lamp, playing carrot and stick. Sasha leaned in closer, the smirk on her face grew bigger and bigger as you kept insisting there was no person of interest. There was no getting out of this conversation, Sasha could smell fear. Her honey-hazel eyes met to yours, you subconsciously avoided eye contact. If she looked too deep into your eyes, they might tell her the answer she seeks.

“Oh, there’s a guy.” Connie input with a knowing smirk on his face. “‘Cause I’m a guy, and I know when there’s another guy.” He explained as if he was making sense.

You squinted, not understanding Connie’s logic. You and Sasha cut your eyes at each other.

“Old flame, or is it someone new?” Sasha continued. She wiggled her eyebrows and shimmied her shoulders.

Just because you have had an incredibly dedicated crush on Armin since you were cadets, did not stall the pursuit of other potential partners and lovers. For years and years, you had become comfortable admiring Armin from a distance. You never actually thought you two would potentially end up together. Had you known that, you obviously would have waited for him. Then, you never knew when your last moment would be, so you lived your life as fully as you could for a soldier — per Sasha, who encouraged you to have normal relationships.

You took a pause to actually think about what you might want to say next. You didn’t honestly believe you could hide much without at least Mikasa and Sasha catching on. They were both very intuitive, and Sasha was more of a gossip than Mikasa was. Confessing now, in front of Connie and without Armin present, thus leaving Mikasa the last to know, seemed inappropriate.

Like Armin said, you’d both figure out what to say when you got to that point. Whenever that day comes, you’d like Armin to be with you. Connie wasn’t paying attention anymore. His focus was directed towards his bowl of stew. He shoveled food into his mouth as if someone would come by and snatch it from him. Sasha’s face twitched with excitement. She leaned in closer and spoke just a smidge quieter, a tone that was befitting the noisy environment.

“Who is it?” Was her next question, naturally.

You sighed. You took a look around the mess hall, wondering where anyone else was so the current conversation could come to a close. You shook your head.

“I can’t say.” That was all you were willing to admit for the time being.

“Whyy-uhh!?” She whined as she stomped her feet under the table.

“We want to be…private.” You put it lightly so as to not hurt Sasha’s feelings by saying it was a secret.

You wanted to tell Sasha so badly. She was always your number one supporter about crushing on Armin. If your circumstances and environment had been different at the scene of defining your relationship, she’d be the first person you’d tell.

Sasha slouched back in her seat, arms folded with a smug smirk across her lips. Her eyes glanced you up and down about twice before she nodded and threw her hands up.

“Fine. Don’t tell me. I’ll figure it out myself.” Sasha declared.

You hadn’t looked away from Sasha’s suspicious yet omniscient stare down. Not knowing who the mysterious guy is would drive her insane for sure. Perhaps it would be fun to see all of her guesses, and to watch her face fall every time she got it wrong. The chance of Sasha naming Armin right off the bat was slim.

Right in the nick of time, Jean had helped himself to sitting on your left.

You didn’t see Armin, but you felt him. You smelled him. The aroma of gardenia still lingered on his skin, on his clothes, in his hair. Armin gently sat down across from you, next to Connie. Jean had occupied the only space next to you. Armin greeted you with a soft ‘hey.’

“What are you trying to figure out?” Jean wanted to know. He got a spoonful of his stew and blew on his spoon lightly.

“Sasha’s gonna figure out who Y/N’s secret boyfriend is.” Connie summarized the conversation.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing could come out of it. Like a sixth sense, your eyes honed in on Armin across from you. Armin kept his hands folded in his lap, ears open and listening to the conversation as he pretended to be busy with a string on the hem of his shirt.

“Like I said, it’s private.” You repeat yourself again so Jean could retain that bit of information.

Under the table, Armin nudged your foot with his. You made eye contact for half a second. You met each other with stealthy and knowing twinkle in your eyes. You knocked your foot against his in return, rubbing the side of your shoe with his boot.

Armin’s face muscles ached to pull to smile, but he held it all inside with an awkward swallow. His heart skipped a few beats when you raised your foot to graze higher on his calf, teasing him under the table.

“That’s your business. I don’t care.” Was all Jean had to say. He began to eat his dinner and remained silent.

“I care! I care so much!” Sasha exclaimed.

Sasha had worked herself up so, she went to flail her hands up to her chest in dramatics. She knocked into Connie’s wrist, and his spoon flew from his fingers. The muted clang of metal rang from Connie’s position.

“See, look what you made me do! You made me drop my fuckin’ spoon!” He complained.

Armin refrained from giggling at the irony. If it hadn’t been for Jean and that humongous gulp of alcohol he made Armin chug, you and him would not be a private item. Another thought crossed Armin’s mind. He knew you both couldn’t stay in the comfort of your secluded relationship forever, and eventually the truth would come to light. If Sasha was asking questions, how much longer could you two get away with it?

Armin watched you and Sasha go back and forth. Sasha spat out a few names of Scouts you might know and who might be interested in you. You shook your head at every name Sasha gave, promising her that she wouldn’t guess it so easily. Once she ran out of names to give, she gave up and insisted she’d try again later.

“You got me now, but I will figure this out!” Sasha swore as if her life depended on it.

You could spare her sanity and give her a hint, tell her to shorten and reel in her fishing net, or offer a clue about his identity. Sasha was so hellbent on solving the mystery, it seemed to be more entertaining to let her do it on her own than to offer help. You failed to hide how much you were resisting to smile. You nodded, while still brushing yourself against Armin’s foot only inches from Sasha’s own casual flat sandals.

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u-look-beautiful-today · 1 year

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I have strong opinions about Wednesday being beyond touch starved that I wrote a short story. There will probably be errors so I apologize in advance.

Edit: It's now up on ao3, with corrections. Title: down my arms, a thousand satellites

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Wednesday has elected to reject all forms of touch. Holding hands, long hugs, gentle kisses, none of those basic human interactions. And it's not for any horrible, tragic incident that occurred in her adolescence. She doesn't get repulsed by it or flinch, her nervous system doesn't shut down and her fight or flight doesn't kick in.

No. She simply doesn't want to be like her parents.

Maybe that's a horrible reason. Morticia and Gomez are madly in love with one another. They are affectionate at all times, whether it be her father showering her mother in kisses or just a gentle touch. Their fingers intertwined as they sit at the table, mother caressing his face as she passes by, small moments.

My little storm cloud, love is the only wonderful and beautiful thing we Addams' desire. We feel it from the bottom of our feet all the way through our head, exploding out our brains! Ask your mother! She wasn't keen on anyone touching her either, just like you. But love? Makes you do uncomfortable things.

Her father is wrong. She and her mother aren't alike. Wednesday would never let anyone near her. She would never leave herself open to someone else. As much fun as heartbreak and sorrow is, she would never want to go through it with some random person. The thought of someone holding her heart in their hands is just pathetic. No one will ever be that close to her. To ever love her or touch her.

There it is again, touch.

She grimaces as old memories of her childhood rushes through her. She was a child that never wanted to be put down, always being held. Her father would carry her around the mansion at all times. Showering her in little forehead kisses, telling her she was a perfect little rain cloud. That she brought an extra dark essence to the home. Her mother would always read her bedtime stories, gently combing through her hair as she did so. Wednesday could never fall asleep if her mother didn't kiss her on the cheek. Even Pugsley would hold hands with her as they would steal stop signs. The simple act was enough to know her brother cared for her.

Touch is, sadly, Wednesday's true love language and it sickens her. So she's been rejecting it.

She doesn't know when it truly started. She was just tired of always being compared to her mother. She is her own person. Not a clone of someone else.

So, she started to shy away. Long hugs turned to a quick pat, telling mother to stop the bedtime routine, dodging under her father's kisses. She even would slap Pugsley's hand away.

Now, she can hardly remember the last time she was truly hugged. Perfect.

But, there is this gnawing inside her. A want, a need, that torments her and calls out. She feels it anytime her mother sneaks a gentle hand through her hair. The sensation of her nails scraping her scalp makes her head tingle and it shoots down her spine. Or when her fath squeezes her shoulder. Her body warms and tension subsides, tension she didn't know she had locked into her muscles. Any touch, has her chest swelling, a warmth spreads through her and her body hums. Her veins are fire as her cold, dead heart seemingly comes to life and that's when the need begins. The needing to be held, hugged, to be loved but,

Her eyes always sting with tears. They stab at her eyes and she has to hurry off after any physical contact. Her cheeks redden and her normally cold body is sickly hot. She would have to lock herself away to her room as these feelings course through her.

Breathe in, breathe deep, breathe through, breathe out. She would tell herself, trying to get rid of these feelings.

The whole sad thing about all of this is, the touches never made her feel bad. Never made her feel disgusted or scared. Never made her feel anything horrible.

No, something more terrible. They made her feel warm, safe, happy, cared for, and worse of all;

Loved.

And she says she doesn't want that, but there's a problem. A colorful and pestering problem.

Enid Sinclair.

Her smile is the brightest thing Wednesday has ever had the unfortunate opportunity to see. Her eyes shine and twinkle like some desperate house dog wanting a treat. And even worse, that pink sweater is the biggest eye sore Wednesday has ever seen.

"Please! Just this once, it'll be super quick! And you can totally shove me off!" There she goes again, sticking out her lower lip like it would add anything.

Wednesday clenches her teeth and almost wishes she could take back her invitation. She doesn't even know what possessed her to ask!

"Enid Sinclair, I understand that you will not be traveling home for the holiday season. I unfortunately will be and as much as I desire time away from you. Would you-" She stumbled over her words. Dry mouth and an elevated heartbeat. "Possibly, w-would you want-" She's going to actually kill herself. Wednesday Addams does not stutter.

"Would you like to come spend the holidays with me?" She rushed out, not smooth and calculated, but like a middle schooler asking out a crush.

God, this isn't a crush.

If it was any bit possible, somehow Enid's already nauseating bright smile became brighter.

"Really!? I would love to, Wednesday!" That's where she should've turned away or went out of the room but Wednesday stilled and couldn't pull her eyes away. She stood too long and gave Enid an opportunity.

"I know you aren't too great with hugs and all, but maybe just this once?"

Now here she stands, frozen in place and yet, she hasn't rejected the request. A hug. It could be short, maybe a quick side hug. Maybe just a pat on the back. Enid did say she could shove her off, that alone is tempting.

She doesn't realize how long she has truly taken just standing there, staring holes into Enid's impossibly blue eyes, until she sees the light dull out. Her smile slips off, no more teeth showing just a thin fake smile. Wednesday should be ecstatic, a few months ago she would've been. It would have been a victory to knock the werewolf down, to draw out a grimace, to extinguish that obnoxious smile,

But. It doesn't feel good.

"Actually, it's, umm, it's totally fine, Wednesday. It was stupid to ask and-"

Something Angelic has possessed her. Only something Holy and good would cause Wednesday to step forward and easily envelope Enid into her arms.

The first thing she notices is the sickening smell of the absolutely atrocious junk Enid constantly consumes. Wednesday has never seen the girl without a candy bar or some beef stick in her hands. She would never admit it, but she's a bit concern the girl will die by a heartattack before the end of the semester.

But under it all, the scent of strawberries stands out. It's...nice. An odd mixture of smells but it's something that's completely Enid.

The second thing is, Enid hugging her back instantly. She's strong. Not overwhelming, she's not crushing Wednesday but, it's secure. Her arms are shockingly toned, more than likely from her wolf genes. Enid is also an actual furnace. The second she engulfed Wednesday into her, heat just rolled off in buckets. The warmth makes Wednesday yearn to curl up into the girl and fall into a deep sleep. She can feel her own core temperature rise, her heart thawing out each second. That thought alone makes Wednesday want to push away.

Just as she thinks it, Enid tightens her arms around Wednesday's shoulders, burying Wednesday deeper into her neck. Strawberries suffocate her and shockwaves flow through her.

An onslaughter of tingles and warmth zip down her spine and expand out to every inch of her. Her body buzzes, not the small hums she gets from the passing touches of her parents, no this is electrifying.

Her head pounds, the rush of endorphins is new and surprisingly not unwelcomed. It's a bit addictive and she almost understands why Enid insists on hugging everyone. It makes Wednesday remember her childhood again and that, need, gnaws at her chest again. She has to force her body from shaking as that burning sensation starts behind her eyes. Her heartbeat rattles in her ribcage and everything in her tells her to run and lock herself away. It's so much, too much, and all consuming. And yet, her own grip tightens around Enid's waist, against her better judgment.

Wednesday feels, safe and warm and cared for and, worst of all,

Loved.

It isn't until Enid releases a deep sigh that Wednesday finally comes out of the fog. She stiffens before pushing away and hurrying to her side of the room. She prays that Enid didn't see her glossy eyes or flush cheeks.

"You smell of stale Twinkies and burnt hotdogs. You're a garbage disposal of a person and I suspect you'll die before the New Year." She says smoothly, thankfully.

Of course, Enid doesn't miss a beat, she never does. "I enjoyed the hug too, Wednesday. We should do it more often."

Enid Sinclair shall be the demise of Wednesday Addams.

#wenclair #my writing #sorry if this sucks #i just had to #touch starved wednesday is so important to me #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday addams #netflix wednesday #wednesday #enid sinclair

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mingiswow · 1 year

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Color this cold world | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader (reader has a vagina)

Genre: smut, post-apocalyptic, dystopic, porn with a little of plot

Word count: ~4k

Warnings: mentions of death, weapons, fight, blood, wounds and murder, mentions of father and mother figures, reader doesn’t believe in god, reader is shorter than him, many pet names it gets sickening, not proofread, smut

Smut Warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, slight degradation, Yunho has a big dick, uses of pet names (baby, bunny, etc), semi-public sex if I forgot anything let me know

A/n: I’m going through a Yunho and Seonghwa brain rot ever since the concept photos were released and when the mv came out I HAD to write something. It’s not completely inspired by Ateez universe (also because I still don’t understand a single thing about the storyline and tbh gave up, I’m too old for this lol), but a little inspired by the mv, and the dystopian novels I grew up reading, so if anything sound similar it might be that.

⚠️ English is not my first language, so sorry if there's any grammatical error

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You paced around the little room. The skin around your nails already hurting from how much you’ve been biting them while waiting for any news from your boyfriend and his friends.

You looked over the small dirty window and saw the grey and ashy sky of the country. You don’t even remember seeing the sun, ever since the revolution started years ago and the opponent side won, the world have turned into a big mess of ashes and destruction, the few pieces of vegetation existing being the small weeds that besides all the pollution and destruction rose upon the cement cracks and dry soils. They are, somehow, the reason you still believe in a better future. And Yunho.

You still remember how you met him and the others, your father was one of the heads behind the rebellion against the state, always busy trying to make this destruction stop. He was a very smart man and raised you and your older brother alone after your mother left you three to run away with the chief of the opponents when you were born. Your dad recruited young children and teenagers who wanted to fight, and Yunho was one of them.

He was your age, his chubby cheeks fuller to make him look stronger but his eyes and the way his knuckles were white from hilding into a fist betrayed him.

The first time you had contact was when you helped his wound a few months after he joined the rebellion, you were one of those responsible for the nursing, alongside his friend Jongho, that joined with him.

“Are you okay, man?” the younger asked and he nodded, clearly scared.

“If you want to be part of this, you’ll have to be stronger. The state army have no fear nor remorse, not even for young people like us” you stated as you prepared the gauze to clean the cut. “I know it’s hard” he nodded and held all the pain he could. That day he promised to fight not only for his family and friends, but for you as well.

As the years passed by, the young chubby boy you used to know grew to be one of the best body combat fighters as well as shooter, his body now tall and well built made every one swoon over him. When your dad and brother were killed, Yunho was the one that held you close and wiped your tears, the one that soothe your pain away and made sure you were strong enough to go back to your duty as the head nurse. All while assuming the combat training chief position.

So when you looked at the watch in your wrist and saw that Yunho was more than half an hour late you panicked. You didn’t even believe in god but started praying for him to come home safe and sound to your arms.

Him, Seonghwa, Hoongjoong, San and Yeosang went to a mission on the frontier a week ago and you marked to meet in the spot this very day at 3pm but so far no news of him or the others. The minutes seem to pass one by each hour yet, at the same time, to fly fast.

It was past 4pm, your eyes betraying you and watering down on the thought of losing Yunho, the hope was almost gone but then a loud noise scared you. The first thought being that they came to get you. The enemies. You stood quiet in your corner of the room, listening to the noises that seemed to be happening a few floors under the one you were. You hugged your legs and more tears spilled as you expected the worst to fund you.

And then you heard silence. Everything went quiet. The only sound being your fastened heartbeat and steps that came closer and closer by second. You closed your eyes and waited.

“Yn? Yn, are you here?” You recognized Seonghwa’s voice and immediately jumped into his arms to hug your friend. “Hey hey hey. It’s fine, big brain. We’re back” he hugged you back and let you cry on his shoulders seeing how overwhelmed you were.

“What happened? Why are you guys late? Where's the rest? Where's Yunho? Is he okay? Please tell he’s fine and safe and-“

“Yn, calm down” the tall man held your shoulders. “We were surprised by an enemy troop while almost arriving at the gates. We had to wait till we could attack”

“And what were those noises before you entered?”

“There were more of them waiting for us here, thankfully they didn’t know you were here as well otherwise…” he went quiet and you understood what he meant. Seonghwa always has been the reason in the group, always making sure everyone was both physically and mentally well.

“And where’s Yunho? And the others?”

“They are back at the HQ, Hongjoong, San, and Yunho were hurt a little. But they’re fine!” He was quick to add seeing your eyes widen when he mentioned your boyfriend’s name. “Let’s go back eh? I know you want to see him” you nodded and quickly started to go down the stairs, a few dead men over the floors and some of your people collecting everything useful they had.

You couldn’t help but notice the number of dead men, especially on the first floor and your heart squeezed thinking about how many of these Yunho and the boys had to fight knowing that they were at a disadvantage. “There were many but you know how good San is with traps and Yeosang in bulk killing” Seonghwa spoke as he could read your thoughts. You nodded and sat in the passenger seat of his van, more anxious than before.

As soon as the van stopped in front of the nurse HQ you jumped out of the vehicle and ran to find Yunho.

“Wing four” you hear someone scream to you and you went straight to the place.

You opened the door and there he was, sitting naked on top of the doolie, his back facing you and you could see some cuts, burns and scratches. He heard your footsteps and turned around, a smile finding its way on his lips amidst the dry blood and wounds.

He left the bed and opened his arms for you to hug him and before you could even think about hurting him more, you ran to his arms, burying your face in his chest and crying all over again.

“Sh, little one. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere” he caressed your hair and kissed the top of your head.

“You scared me, I almost thought I had lost you” you confessed to him, feeling the anxiety finally leave your body, legs becoming a bit weak after the tension vanished.

“I’m not going anywhere, love” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes and wiped your tears, his smile never leaving his lips. “I love you too much to simply leave you like this, you have to make more effort to get rid of me”

You chuckled, even after being beaten and hurt, even after almost dying, he still had the energy to be playful and make you feel better. “I love you so much, Yunho” he nodded, pecking your nose. “I love you too, my love”.

You kept in each others’ arms for some time, just enjoying the presence and warmth of your bodies before you remembered you had to treat his wounds and clean him.

“Go to the bath to clean the dirt and relax your muscles. I’ll grab the things to clean your wounds and patch you up, k?”

While he did as you said, you grabbed the necessary items from the other room and prepared some ointments and medications.

“Were you waiting for me to come and stitch you?” You asked as you entered back the room, putting everything in its place and going with gauze and some antiseptic spray to disinfect the cuts and bruises. You sat at the edge of the tub, bending towards the bigger cut in his chest.

“Always. Only my little bunny knows how to treat me” he sniffed your neck making your skin shiver.

“You could have had an infection with that” you could feel him tense up his muscles under your touch as you spread the ointment and analyzed if it needed stitches. He smirked when he saw you bite your lips when you felt his broad chest in your hands. You always have been obsessed with Yunho’s body and, for some wicked reason, every time you saw him with some type of bruise your body heated all up knowing that those were symbols of his strength and that he could kill someone with his bare hands.

“I knew it was not that bad. Besides…” he slowly ran his fingers through your exposed arms and legs, the hairs getting bristly at the touch. He smirked. “I was dying to touch you”

“You almost died and that’s all you can think of?” you were scolding him but deep down your thoughts were the same. Such as that you locked the door before entering the bath area. That also didn’t go unnoticed by the man.

“Of course! What if I died before claiming you mine one last time?” He put you on his lap inside the bath, wetting your whole uniform.

“Yunho! My clothes!”

“I’m gonna take them off anyways, bunny, you won’t need them to be dry” his lips attacked your neck, kissing, licking, biting, marking you like a hungry animal with his prey. “The last thing you should be right now is dry”. You threw your head back and enjoyed the touch of his lips on your skin. You had missed him dearly.

His hands started to roam your body up and down and you could feel and see his erection underneath you. The cold bath water already welcoming the warmth in your body, cooling the fire that seemed to consume you both.

Finally, his lips met yours, hungry and desperate, fighting against yours as he needed your air to live, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. His hands held your hips strongly and started to rub your clothed core against his dick that you could feel hard even under the thick fabric of your pants. “Fuck baby, all I could think about while fighting those men was coming home alive so I could fuck you senseless” Yunho whispered in your ears as he kept you rubbing yourself on him. “Did you miss me, bunny? Did you miss my cock buried in your pussy?” You could only nod, too caught up in the feeling building at the pit of your belly. “Are you already close? Are you that cock starved that just rubbing your cunt on me is enough?”

You did not answer, not being able to form any sentence, everything coming out of your mouth being nonsense babbles and moans.

It didn’t matter how many times Yunho had touched you or made love to you, every single time felt like the first. He had a special power in making you putty in his hands just by touching you, whispering dirty things into your ears. He knew exactly how to get you worked up and desperate for him.

But on his side it wasn't any different. Every time his nervous system felt the texture of your skin on his hands it was like he had never touched something so sublime, it was almost as if he could taste you in the tips of his calloused fingers. The roughness of your skin was something he could only feel by touching. The years of helping people and handling the apocalypse that became this earth marked up in your body, in the way your skin reacted to his touch, the scars of your own battles adorning you like you were a hand-crafted fabric. He loved each and every part of you. The visible and invisible signs of your strength, determination and will. He loved the strong and determined person you were. He could admire you for days but he always thought that nothing showed his love and adoration for you as the way he made love to you.

And that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

The man started taking your wet clothes away from your body, slowly, feeling every inch and bump from your skin. The shirt being the first one, the fabric clinging to your wet body like a vice but Yunho was more vicious than a simple shirt.

Your chest, now fully in disposal, rising up and down with your uneven breath caught his eyes immediately and he listened to his intrusive thoughts and dipped his face in between them, smelling your scent and enjoying the warmth of your skin.

You reached his face and grabbed with both hands, making him look at you. His eyes black, dilated with lust yet still covered in love. “I love you, Yunho” you spoke in a whisper, joining your foreheads. His smile was bright as he nodded and joined your lips in a slow and sweet kiss. The one he expects to feel the day you get to get married. “I love you too”.

He kissed you again as his right hand enclosed what he could get of your left boob, squeezing and massaging it. You cut the kiss to breathe, throwing your head back. Yunho took advantage of your position to put your other breast in his mouth. Sucking it, biting it, and licking it. You were far too gone in the pleasure, your hips starting to move again on top of his dick, making him moan on your chest, the vibrations sending shivers down your body and concentrating in between your legs, your walls closing against nothing.

Your boyfriend kept his assault on your chest for a few minutes, enjoying the way he could make you squirm just by playing with your boobs. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it.

When he was satisfied with the purple marks all over your chest he lifted you both up from the tub and took you to the bed he was previously on, sitting you and standing between your legs. He started kissing you again, his mouth and hands eager for you. “Baby please do something” you moaned against his mouth and grabbed his hands to put on top of your clothed core. “I need you"

“Your wish is my command, Princess” he gave you one last kiss before getting on his knees and taking your pants and panties off. The cool air hitting your labia and making you shiver in anticipation. He gently opened your legs more so he could be inside them, his lips ever so gently touching your inner thigh. Yunho was a strong man and he knew you loved when he used that on you, so he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to his face, thighs resting on his shoulder as his lips finally touched where you wanted the most. His tongue licking from bottom to top, lapping every single drop of your wetness that rested there. To him, your taste was the same as dionysus wine should taste, bittersweet, intoxicating and addicting, he could live just with your taste.

His fingers spread your labia open as he made sure to give a powerful suck at your clit, a particularly loud moan leaving your lips as you quickly covered them trying not to be too loud. He kept his assault at your clit, alternating between circling and licking up and down and left to right, spelling the whole alphabet against your little bundle of nerves that sent desperate signals to your brain, the fire in the pit of your stomach rising dangerously fast. When he felt you squirming against him, he held you down on the bed and lowered his attack to your hole, entering it with the tip of his tongue, provoking you, tickling your insides, making you want more.

“Baby, fuck, please” you managed to moan out in midst all the pleasure. “Do something, please” he chuckled but nevertheless he gave what you wanted, what you needed, and started to fuck you with his tongue, thumb going to your clit and drawing circles to help with your pleasure. Your moans started to get louder and louder, your hands that covered your mouth were now attached to your boyfriend’s hair, pulling his face closer to your vulva. You were so lost in the feeling. The fire in your belly snapped and you came undone in his mouth, him never stopping his movements, riding you through your orgasm. His mouth then replaced his thumb and he inserted two fingers knuckles deep inside you. An obscene scream left you as you felt your belly tighten again.

“You’re doing so well for me, bunny. Such a good girl taking everything I give. Can you give me another orgasm, huh?” His deep voice praised you, his fingers going faster and faster inside you, your clit swollen and sensitive from all the pleasure and friction against it. Your voice betrayed you, a high gasp coming out instead as you nod your head. Legs shaking on top of his shoulder.

Soon enough another orgasm waved through your body, leaving you already in shambles on top of him. Yunho helped you ride out your orgasm again, this time stopping his ministrations and getting on his feet again.

He kissed your lips, making you taste yourself in his tongue, your mind dizzy with pleasure. “I could taste you all day, bunny. But my little friend down here needs a little help” you chuckled at his words and pulled him close to you again, locking his hips with your legs and rubbing your sensitive vulva on his dick. You hissed at the feeling, still sensitive with the previous orgasms. “Can you take me, Princess? Or are you still too sensitive?”

“I can always take you, baby” you grabbed his dick in your hand and started to put the condom on him, torturing him with how slow you were sliding the piece and how sometimes you’d squeeze his member in the process. “After all, you were the one who got me addicted to your dick, isn’t it? Made me your cock slut”

“Fuck yn don’t talk like that” you smirked at his reaction and aligned the tip of his dick in your entrance.

He slowly pushed inside you, the burning of the stretch making you lay your back flat on the bed, hands grabbing the sheets. To say Yunho was gifted with his dick was just a fact. He was just the right size for you but it was the girth that always made you cry. In a good way. In a delicious way actually. No matter how much he preps you, stretches you open with his fingers, nothing will compare to him slowly entering you until he’s balls deep inside you. He always waits for you to get used to his size and start moving by yourself.

“You are made for me, baby bun. Your pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?” He pulled you by the back of your neck close to him, foreheads glued as your eyes stared at each other. His hips ever so deliciously moving at a punishing slow pace, getting as deep as he could.

“Faster… please” you moaned and threw yourself back against the bed, back arching with the feeling. “Need… more…”

“Is my baby cock drunk already? Can’t even speak properly?” He mocked you but still gave you what you wanted, pistoning his hips against you, one of his hands going to your clit and the other wrapped around your neck. Your eyes rolled at the overstimulation, feeling so much at the same time. “Good god bunny you look so hot right now. Wish you could see yourself, all fucked out and cock dumb for me. Such a good girl. Go on baby, cum for me again. I know you can do it” you nodded desperately, a string of whispered yes leaving your lips as you felt the burning feeling take you over for the third time and snap a few minutes after. Your juices starting to fall down your legs, an obscene squelch sound reverberating in the room as you weren’t even able to moan anymore.

Suddenly Yunho took his dick out of you and before you could even question it, he turned you around, bending you on the bed, legs falling wobbly from the edge. “I’m not finished yet, bunny” he spread your ass cheeks and entered you again, the new position and the sensitivity almost knocking you out, eyes wet with tears of pleasure as he went even faster this time. “If you give me another orgasm I’ll reward you. So be a good girl and cum again, okay?” You nodded, body too weak to resist.

Yunho then slithered his hand under your chest and pushed you flush against his chest, his hand once again going up to wrap around your throat, getting you even more dizzy and light headed than before.

“Yunho… p- please” your voice was hoarse and low, the next orgasm ready to snap at your pussy once again.

The man wasn’t so far from coming himself, his cock twitching inside of you and you both could feel your highs approaching and his thrusts losing its rhythm. He let go of your chest and neck, letting you fall limp onto the bed as he grabbed your hips to get more stability.

He kept thrusting, a bunch of profanities and praises to you leaving his mouth as he came, his hips losing its speed but going as deep as he could. His right hand reached your clit with some difficulty and started playing with it to help you reach your high as well, his hips never stopping its slow and deep thrusts.

Within seconds you reached your fourth and last orgasm of the night. Your whole body aching in delicious pain and overstimulation. Little whimpers left your mouth and finally Yunho stilled inside of you and felt on top of you, his weight being comforting against your completely gone body.

“I fucking love you so much” he whispered against your ear, leaving small ticklish kisses against it.

“I fucking love you so much too, Yunho” you smiled against the bed, sighing happily.

After a few minutes he lifted himself and got out of your body, going to the bathroom to take the condom out and clean himself. He damped a piece of cloth and came to clean you, careful not to hurt you.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to exist after today” you chuckled as he cleaned you, your whole body aching now that the pleasure was gone and the adrenaline went down.

“I’m sorry, bunny. I went a little overboard” he gently kissed your shoulder blades, caressing your back.

“No, I loved” you tried to move but your legs were still weak. He grabbed you and put you on top of the bed, throwing the wet cloth away before laying by your side and cuddling you. “I missed you so much” you whispered as you played with his fingers wrapped around your tummy.

“I missed you too” he deep sighed and held you stronger. “I just want this to end so we can have a peaceful life” you nodded, your eyes getting heavy. “I can’t wait for us to be free and have a huge farm with many animals and our little kids running around and playing with no fear and worries in their life” Yunho nudged his face against your neck, scenting you and feeling his chest warm with love and hope.

“Soon, baby. Soon” you said as you both drifted asleep, both dreaming with a better world and a future together.

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"Have you guys seen yn?" Jongho asked his friends as he helped the hurt soldiers that came back that day, San hissing at the feeling of the antiseptic spray sting. Seonghwa just chuckled as he exchanged looks with San and Yeosang. "Again? Great! Now I'll have to clean all that wing again because Yunho can't hold his dick inside his pants". The man rolled his eyes as the others laughed at how predictable the couple was.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x yn #ateez scenarios #ateez one shot #ateez reactions #ateez #yunho #jeong yunho #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho x yn #yunho scenario #yunho one shot #sorry if this sucks #i had to take out of my chest #and pants lol #anyway #i'll probably write one for seonghwa as well

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roygarth headcanons and motifs?

Okay I wanna just give a disclaimer that I am not a Garth expert, I've only really read him in Titans comics (though I did read Tempest 1996 specifically for this ask), also Roygarth isn't my OTP, I do ship it but it's not something I've thought about in great length, so my apologies if I've gotten Garth's character wrong or if my interpretation of the ship is different to yours/OOC. Also I've not made any in depth ship posts before, I'm more of a passive observer of ships, so apologies if this sucks ass generally.

For it to work in canon, a very strong aspect of it would have to be communication. Roy doesn't always pick up on when he's done something that's upset someone, and Garth can become quite vocally angry if someone upsets/hurts him. I really wish that the progress they'd made in Titans (1999) #16 was expanded on in later comics because I think if they got past that initial barrier of miscommunication they could have such a good relationship. They're actually pretty similar in some ways, they both love very strongly and are fiercly protective of the people they love, but there are differences, too. Roy's very much an immediate reactor in a lot of cases, he reacts immediately when something upsets him and forgives just as fast, whereas Garth can let things fester/build over time and then eventually lash out in a much angrier way, so communication is definitely the most important aspect.

I don't think that they'd ever be the perfect honeymoon couple, there are always gonna be some things about both of them that drive each other insane. I can't see Roy completely dropping all the teasing, and I also can't see Garth suddenly becoming totally okay with it because Roy's explained he's only kidding. However, I do see it becoming more of an exasperation rather than actually pissing him off, and if they were to get closer I could see it becoming more mutual, good-natured teasing. I also think that they'd get better at resolving arguments too, and that they wouldn't escalate as far once a mutual level of trust's been built up. I think Garth kinda has an expectation that people are out to get him sometimes or that they underestimate his worth, so once that's been addressed and Garth's assured that Roy has no ill-will or negativity towards him then he'd be less likely to lash out and more understanding that that's just Roy's way of showing affection.

It's absolutely a slowburn relationship that would take a lot of time to develop. They're not gonna wake up one morning and realise they love each other and should date. I think, if anything, Cerdian would be a really good way for them to actually fall in love with each other (let's say for the sake of this, Cerdian's fine and Garth and Dolphin split up). I think being able to bond over being parents would absolutely open new opportunities for their relationship, and one of the things Roy looks for in a romantic partner is how well they get along with Lian, so another parent would definitely be a good choice of partner for him, especially since Garth already adored Lian even before Cerdian was born and he and Roy had their talk in purgatory. Plus them co-parenting Lian and Cerdian would be adorable.

I still think that the nicknames would persist, but they'd definitely become more terms of affection as they entered a relationship. Maybe not Gill-head specifically since Garth's explicitly stated he doesn't like that one, but other affectionate fish-related ones for sure. Also they'd keep calling each other Speedy and Aqualad affectionately.

Aaand from a more fanon-y perspective, I think Roy'd definitely be the one to initiate much of the physical affection. I 100% see him as a hugger, so I can imagine him just pulling Garth into hugs or dragging him over to the sofa to cuddle. Garth I can see as more of a spontanious kisser. Both of them go bright red whenever the other surprises them with affection. Also they should do the percabeth underwater kiss.

Anyway this is a family

#thank you for the ask anon!!!#sorry if this sucks #roy harper #arsenal #speedy #red arrow #Garth #Aqualad #tempest #roygarth #spaqua #unreasonably nervous about posting this one lol

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twistedtrashposts · 1 year

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MC: Hey Kalim. You're rich, so why don't you get Jamil a therapist.

Kalim: A thera...what? Um. What's a therapist?

MC: *looks to Jamil*

Jamil: *raises eyebrow* ?

MC: Oh my god that explains so much-

Kalim: We should have a therapist party!

Jamil: Absolutely not-

MC: No, wait. Let him speak :)

#sorry if this sucks #i have the flu #:'(#twisted wonderland #twst #twst mc #twst incorrect quotes #jamil viper #kalim al asim

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iloveaustinelvisandmannymore · 1 year

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Ain't That Something part 3

Part 1 , part 2

Requested: kinda

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x fem reader, Oliva!Priscilla x reader. A!Elvis x O!Priscilla.

Warning: M/f/f, polyamorous relationship, Fluff, Spiritual marriage, Cute baby stuff, Weird cravings, Mention of birth, and Oliva!Priscilla's pregnancy, and age gap (Elvis is 32, the reader is 19 and Priscilla is 22), reader being a brat, mood swings, Months skip.

it took one week to get everything you had. It wasn't much just a few clothes and things you felt that you couldn't live without.

Elvis's hand rubs up and down your thigh once you have parked in front of Graceland helping calm the nerves that arose from within. "It will alright darlin'," Elvis said in a calming voice, squeezing your thigh before getting out of the car to get your bags, taking this time you took a deep breath and let the feeling of fresh air enter your lungs soothe you 'I can do this ' you reassured yourself. You got out of the car and up to your new home.

Not even three steps into the house Lisa Marie was already hugging your legs "Ma!" She squealed with her little arms up, silently asking for you to pick her up, shaking your head playfully you pick her up and placed her on your hip, giving her little cheeks raspberry kisses, making her giggle.

Priscilla watches her favorite girl with her little girl, 'she would be a wonderful mother someday' Priscilla thinks when an arm wraps around her waist "Their beautiful ain't they." Elvis whispered to her, who had walked past you to her, your bags at his feet. Priscilla nodded and leaned more into her husband's side.

"Ma come to play?" Lisa asked.

"No baby, Ma's gonna be living with us now," Elvis answered her question. Lisa looks at you with pleading eyes to tell her that's true and with a nod and a smile, she hugs your neck.

"Come baby let's go play while your Daddy helps Ma settle in," Priscilla Commented as you hand Lisa to her with a kiss on her cheek. You mouthed a 'thank you' to Priscilla before she walks into the living room.

"Come, pretty girl" Elvis nodded his head towards the stairs your bag in one hand and the other for you to take, you walk to him pick up your bag that's on the floor, and take his hand, together you head up to his and Priscilla's room 'actually it's our room' you reminded yourself with the smile. Even though you were nervous, you were happy you were going to live with the people you've come to love the most.

Once you got in the bedroom, you and elvis get to work, he puts away your clothes into the large walk-in closet and you put your little knick knacks where you see fit. 'How am I going to tell Cilla? What if she doesn't want to see me anymore, will she forbid me from seeing Elvis? Lisa? No, I can't lo-' you jumped when you felt hands touch your shoulders "let's go downstairs pretty girl, I think ya should tell her. No matter what happens I'll always love you." Elvis places a kiss on your temple. You hummed and turned around placing a soft kiss against Elvis's lips you moved past him and down the stairs

"hey Priscilla can we talk?" you asked pointing towards the dining room behind you with your thumb. "Sure honey" she replies getting off her knees and walking into the dining room with you just as Elvis made it downstairs and into the living room to play with Lisa as you talk."Please don't hate me.." You swallowed,"Why would I?" Priscilla asked concern in her voice. You nervously played with the ribbon around your waist on your dress and watch the ground like it was your favorite tv show. "I-i'm pregnant.." You hesitantly looked at her, shocked to see a smile on her face, her eyes shining. "Oh, I can't wait to meet them!" She cooed taking your hands into hers.

You pull her into a loving embrace before leaning back and kissing her, lips parted enough to slip your tongue in to play with hers, she lets out a soft moan into the kiss. "Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me," you said breaking away.

1 mouth.

It's been a month since you moved into Graceland and it was well something. You weren't used to living with three people you are a single child to a single parent, of course, Elvis would some days go to his Studio to record songs; still as popular as ever and Priscilla will sometimes work on a movie while you stayed home and help look after Lisa Marie which you didn't mind because she became your little baby, You had also quit your job 4 weeks ago and are looking for a new job somewhat close to Graceland

Elvis being Elvis said to you "why don't you stay home little mama" He teased, hugging you from the back, a hand on your small visible baby bump while you make a cherry pie. Letting out a giggle and an eye roll at his antics "well I'm not used to being without a job, daddy" you teased back with a kiss on his cheek. He almost took you right then and there once he heard the word daddy leave your mouth.

2 months.

You, Priscilla, and Elvis decided it was finally time to tell Lisa Marie that you are pregnant and that she was going to have a little sibling. You were in the kitchen making eggs and toast, pancakes this morning for all four of you. Since you've come to Graceland you took to Hobbies like; baking cooking, painting, and such, Elvis would tease you by calling you 'his housewife' earning a playful slap on the chest by Priscilla to correct him if she was in the room. 'our housewife' she'd tease you too with a smug smile on her pretty face.

You put Elvis's plat in front of him on the dining table, then Cilla's, then Lisa's, and yours across from Priscilla and a little plate beside you, and on it was a small pancake, eggs, and a smaller cut toast when you had sat down everyone started eating "Ma? Why more plate?" Lisa Marie asked taking notice of said plate, Elvis smiled behind the glass of Pepsi, and Cilla just watched, "well that's because that's for your little sister or brother" you said watching her reaction and taking a bite of pancake. Her little mouth dropped and her body starts bouncing up and down from happiness "Rwelly?" "Yes Baby" Priscilla cut in "Ya gonna be a good big sister?" Elvis smiled at Lisa "Yeah!" Lisa Marie shouted happily.

3 months

You and Priscilla were out shopping since Elvis said he needed to have the whole house to himself. He gave you both his credit card saying, he wanted his "best girls to spoil themselves" so you were at this beautiful Boutique luckily they had Maternity clothes. You got a pretty emerald dress, in a square cut, the sleeves reach to your wrists and above knee length. The next thing you got was a navy blue blouse, a V cut, a tied bow on the side, black pants to go with it, and a pearled necklace with a big heart-shaped diamond in the middle. Priscilla wanted to match with you so she got one, the pearls were a light blue.

After what felt like hours of shopping you two arrived home and when you walked in the most beautiful sight greeted you. The lights were off, rose petals lead into and around the kitchen/dining room with candles lining the petals like a walkway, and then the sound of a guitar playing, a familiar voice sings out from behind you.

"Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so" Elvis sang with so much emotion as he walks to the dining table that's when you finally noticed the black ring case, 'Is? Is he-'

"Love me tender, love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And we'll never part" He looked into your eyes, love pooled into them. With one last strong of the guitar, he set it down on the dining table, picked up the ring case, walked to you, and got on one knee. The bags that were in your hand dropped to the floor. Priscilla taking the chance grabbed your right hand and squeezed it. " (Y/n) (L/n) will you make me-us the happiest couple and marry us?" Elvis proposed, opening the case and between the velvet cushions was a rose-shaped diamond ring.

"Y-yes!" You cried out, tears falling down your face as Elvis got up and put the ring on your ring finger, you kissed him with all the passion and love you could master. "We love you,(n/n)." Priscilla said after you kissed her.

" I love you both too."

4 months.

Today was the day you'd finally learn the gender of your baby. You and Priscilla went together leaving Elvis home, because you want to surprise him.

"Hello Ms. (L/n), Mrs.Presley I'm Dr. wicker, it's nice to meet you" The doctor shook your hand and Priscilla's. "Hello," you said a little bit nervous but Priscilla squeezes your hand that she held in hers, helping you to relax. "Are you ready to meet your baby?" Dr. wicker asked while grabbing the bottle of Ultrasound gel.

You hissed when he spend the gel, it was so cold almost like ice was biting your skin. 'He could've given a warning' you snared in your head, trying not to glare at him. It seems like your hormones are coming to play. He put the ultrasound stick on and moved it around staring at the computer in front of him. Silence filled the room, the only noise is you three breathing "Ah, congratulations Ms. (L/n) you're having twins! A sweet baby boy and girl!" He congratulated. You blink once, twice three times and take in the news. ”Anyways I have to go,it was nice meeting y'all, have a great day, and remember to check out" Dr. wicker said as he give you a paper towel and left the room.

After you checked out you and Priscilla went to a baby store and got two onesies gray and black with the saying on one rock, the other roll. They also gave you a little box to put the clothes in the top of it was a black and silver dotted pattern with a glittery silver Bow on top. The whole ride to home you try to wrapped your mind around it, you were having Elvis Presley's babies, Elvis Presley had fallen for you, and his wife did as well. They want to marry you..

Arriving at Graceland, you just stared at the big mansion and wondered what his reaction would be "Come, honey, let's go" Priscilla says and places a quick kiss on your lips and gets out of the car and grabs the present from your lap. "How's my pretty girl?" Elvis coos as he rubs your big belly when you walked through the door, a smile makes an appearance on your lips.

"We have something for you, handsome," you told, gesturing for Priscilla to hand in the small gift to him. Elvis takes the gift with curiosity on his face. He opens the present and there on a sparkling gifting paper were the onesies. "What," Elvis pauses as realization slowly comes to him "A-are we having t-twins Pretty girl" Elvis stutters tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as he looks up at you then at Priscilla, She nods with tears in her eyes as she looks back at him. He pulls you into a loving hug as he cries into your hair "thank you" he whispered.

5 mouths

You and Elvis are in The Jungle Room. You were reading a book besides Elvis, as he reads his own book when you felt a kick. You pause Midway through turning the page from shock and pain, one of the babies kicked your spine. Your mouth dropped open from the sensation and let out a pained whimper. "Ya ok?" Elvis said looking up from his book, his head tilted, concern clouding his blue orbs. "Yeah, it's just one of your babies causing trouble already. The babies moved El." You put his hand on your stomach. The babies instantly kick his hand, "well look at that" he smiled, laying his head on your lap as he started to talk to them as you run your fingers tho his raven hair.

6 months.

You groan as you roll out of the comfortable bed, and out of Elvis's warm side. Cravings hit you just as they always did at the same time of night; 3 am. You wipe the sleep from your eyes as you walk down the stairs carefully and into the kitchen. Immediately once you reached the refrigerator you grab the pickle jar and ice cream from the freezer. Shutting the refrigerator doors you sat down on the dining room chair with a glass of water.

"Darlin'?" Elvis asked, accent thick, he had left the bed few minutes after you. He watched you use the pickle to scoop the chocolate ice cream out of the tub. Well, can't eat out that now Elvis thought his lips curled up a bit from disgust "What?" You asked Elvis, One Cheek full of ice cream and pickle ,already double dipping. Elvis just shook his head and set beside you. His head on his fist as he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world.

' I can't wait to meet y'all'

7 months.

"Honey!" Priscilla Shout, " You shouldn't be doing the baby room you're already 7 months along." You rolled your eyes in annoyance just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you couldn't do things! although it did hurt to stand for too long." I can do what I want Priscilla just because you're 2 years older doesn't mean anything." you replied still painting the wall. Sighing Priscilla walked to you and took the paintbrush in your hands despite your wishes and put it into the paint can. "Honey you know I'm just worried about you carrying a child two no less isn't an easy feat, and I know you're in pain," she says as she rubs up and down your shoulders, God you hated how she could read you so well, "i-i just don't want to be unless," you said with tears In your eyes, your feet and back were killing you. " oh hun, you can never be useless" she cooed before kissing you softly while she rubs your tummy.

"I love you Cilla" you whisper against her lips.

"I love you too"

8 months.

You are currently sitting on the couch in the living room, cuddling into Elvis's side with his arms wrapped around you, his hand caressing your huge belly, you look like you're just about pop, and a book of baby names on your lap. Priscilla's on the floor playing with Lisa Marie as you call out names you found reluctantly that you like. "Abigail and Alexander?" "Nah." Elvis shakes his head at the names, Priscilla lets an agreeing hum to Elvis's words "Addison and Austin?" You asked "What's with all the A's," Elvis asked his own question " W-well i- um" you stuttered, not knowing the answer and clearly flustered before muttering a small 'fuck you' causing both Elvis and Priscilla to break out into laughter so hard that even Lisa starts to giggle, despite not knowing what's going, thus making you even more flustered. You continue to call out names "What about Spencer and Savannah?" Elvis suggested looking at the fireplace with a faraway look before looking at you lovingly, you repeated the names testing them out. You actually quite like it. " Spencer and Savannah Presley, it has a nice ring to it," Priscilla said kissing Lisa's nose.

"It's settled then" Elvis smiled.

9 months

"How's it going sweets?" Priscilla asks walking into your shared bedroom as you try to take a nap "Terrible, they won't stop kicking" you said giving up on taking a nap and struggling but sitting up, Priscilla just giggles and kissed your stomach to your lips, you smile from the sweet gesture "I want them out Cilla'" you whined laying your head against her shoulder. She rubs your back " I remember feeling that way about Lisa Marie" she told you after placing a kiss on your head. "Ugh, I need to go to the bathroom" you lean out of her hug and out of the bed, you slowly waddled to the said bathroom just as Elvis walked in. "She's adorable," Elvis said in an adoring tone as he watched you shut the door. "Isn't she?" Priscilla stated, walking to his side and laying her head on his chest, "I know this sounds weird but I'm glad you found her, she's such a good girl" " I am to-" Elvis was cut off by the sound of water hitting the floor. He and Priscilla shared a concerned look before your voice rang out from through the door and with uncertainty. "L-loves? I think my water broke" you stuttered out, immediately Elvis and Priscilla went into action, Elvis gets the baby bag ready and Priscilla opens the door to the bathroom to see you with one hand on the bathroom mirror and the other holding your pregnant belly, panting in pain.

"Come hun" She helps you out of the bathroom, out of the room, and downstairs where Elvis got the car ready.

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You clench the bar of the stretcher as doctors and nurses rush you into a room with Elvis and Priscilla by your side you felt like it was a little too extra but then again you're there with Priscilla and Elvis Presley. "It's gonna be alright darlin'" Elvis grabbed your hand and places a kiss to it. You look at him lovingly.

'Spencer, Savannah...I can't wait to meet you both'

@galaxygirl453 @badgerdryad @therealmrskelley @lillyrob @godlypresley @kendralavon7 @emmymaehereeeeee @astral-eyed-cat @flwersgarden @adoresbutlers

A/N: this final part for ATS but I will do a few short stories for this universe every once and a while.

#sorry if this sucks #elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #aint that something

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