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watchmegetobsessed · 11 months

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Any chance you could do a famous single mum reader x Harry fic

since he’s a certified MILF lover

CRUSH

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SUMMARY: Harry has been into you for way too long, but you haven't given him a chance. You run into each other at the Grammy's afterparty and you finally tell him why you're so adamant about keeping your distance.

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Harry will forever remember tonight.

It’s his second time going home as a Grammy winner and nothing can ruin this experience for him, not even how his performance was ruined. He did it again and nothing else matters for now.

Or at least that’s how he should be feeling as he is celebrating with his friends and other winners and artists at the after party, but something keeps bugging him.

Just hours earlier he ran into you again and he hasn’t been able to get you out of his mind since then. It’s no surprise you were at the award show, even though you’re not a singer he could have expected to run into you at one of the most important nights of the year. Yet, he was still surprised to see you walk down the red carpet, but it might have been because you always have that effect on him no matter what.

If someone asked Harry who his celebrity crush was he would say you with no hesitation or remorse. He’s been enamored with you since the first time he met you at some other after party a few years ago. The two of you were introduced by a mutual friend and he stuck to your side for as long as possible, drinking up every word, every laughter and every look you gifted him with. He thought you were way out of his league, he still does, but that doesn’t stop him from yearning after you like a lovesick puppy every time your paths cross. Harry can’t tell how many times he tried to flirt with you before, but his flirty comments were met with soft rejection every time, you never seemed to be returning the gentle feelings and though it was devastating, he knew he could do nothing.

He could at least call you his friend, more or less. He definitely has a tither connection with you than with most people in this room, there’s a bigger circle of friends you both share so you end up meeting every few months without planning it and there are periods when you’re even texting.

He hasn’t talked to you for a while now, so seeing you brought his feelings back he’s been harboring for so long.

Now as he’s sipping on his drink he can’t help but keep looking around, trying to spot you in the crowd to no avail for now. He pulls out his phone and opens the message thread with you, rereading the last few texts he exchanged with you a while back. His thumb hovers over the screen, fighting the urge to hit you up with a message when an elbow meets his side. Looking up he sees Mitch beside him.

“Your crush is here,” he informs Harry with a knowing smirk, nodding towards the bar.

He follows his friend’s gaze and spots you only seconds later. You’ve changed out of your burgundy gown he saw you wearing earlier, sporting a chic pant suit this time, but you’re just as breathtaking as ever.

Mitch just chuckles when Harry gets up without a word and heads over to you. Pushing between guests he ignores everyone who might try to strike a conversation up with him until he finally reaches you.

“Y/N, hi!” he smiles at you warmly. You turn to face him with a cocktail in your hands, a wide smile stretching across your face.

“Harry! What a nice surprise!” you chuckle. “Congrats on your wins!” You don’t hesitate to put an arm around his neck and pull him into a hug that he returns gladly.

“Thank you.”

“Though it was no surprise you won, the album is amazing.”

“You listened to it?”

“Of course,” you chuckle. “I wouldn’t have missed it.”

“Do you have a favorite?” he asks with a cheeky smile.

“Hmm, probably… Satellite.”

“Great choice.”

The conversation keeps flowing and suddenly it feels like it’s just the two of you even though it’s a crowded party that’s happening around you. Harry realizes that no matter how much time passes between each time he sees you, he will always catch himself falling for you over and over again. He tries to flirt with you this time as well and this is the first time he can feel like his rizz is not going straight over your head.

“Y/N, I need you to be very honest with me,” he starts, when you both had a few drinks. Neither of you is drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“About what?” you chuckle.

“Do I have a chance with you? For real, I’m not playing here,” he smirks, placing one hand to his chest, while holding up the other one, his half empty glass rising into the air.

You sigh deeply, looking away from him as you busy yourself with your own drink.

“Ah, it hurts!” he acts as if he was shot in the chest. “Am I that ugly and boring?”

“Of course, you’re not!” you roll your eyes.

“Okay, do you like me?”

“I do,” you admit, avoiding to look him in the eyes.

“Alright, then let’s take this conversation over to my place.”

“I can’t,” you shake your head.

“We can go to yours as well, I’m fine with that too,” Harry half jokes, but he notices that you’re not laughing. “Y/N, what is it then?”

“I need to get some air.” Jumping to your feet you leave your drink behind and head out to the back of the place that’s the smoking area, hoping to be alone for a bit, but Harry rushes after you, determined to get answers this time.

He finds you in a dark corner, your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out into the void.

“Y/N, I’m sorry if I went too far, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s… fine.”

“I just… fuck, I really like you. A lot. I can’t stop thinking about you and… I couldn’t just not shoot my shot.”

“You’ve been shooting your shot for a long time.” He finally sees a tiny smile on your lips.

“So you did notice my attempts?” he grins. “Just chose to ignore them, I guess?”

“Harry, I can’t.”

“Can’t ignore them anymore?”

“No. I can’t date you.”

“Can’t as in…?”

Sighing, your head falls back, against the wall as you close your eyes for a few seconds before opening them and finally looking at him.

“I don’t date.”

“Why?”

“Because of Arian.”

The picture is finally crystal clear in Harry’s head. You’re depriving yourself from dating because of your son.

It’s no news to Harry that you’re a mother, he has even met your five year-old son, but he never thought of him as the reason why you keep rejecting him. You keep your private life pretty hush hush, especially since you split from your ex, Arian’s father three years ago. No one knows why you called it quits and there’s actually no photo of the little boy online either, that’s how dedicated you are to protect him from the public. Harry completely understands it, but he doesn’t see why you can’t date because of Arian.

“The little guy doesn’t want to share you with anyone else?” he tries to joke.

“I’m a single mother who is also an actress. My life is complicated enough without dates and boyfriends.”

“Woah, we’re only talking about one boyfriend,” Harry puts his hands to his chest. You crack a smile, but it’s not as genuine as he would want it to be.

“It’s just not the right time for me to start dating again. I’m sorry.”

“I’m a little hurt you’re not even giving me a chance.”

“I’m sure dating a single mother is not exactly your dream either.”

“Y/N, I haven’t even thought about it until you brought it up. Arian is a cool little guy and I have no problem with you being a mother.”

“You will at one point, trust me,” you scoff and Harry tries not to take it personal. You’re just trying to protect yourself and your son, it’s not against him.

“What if I prove that it’s fine? That I’m not just some random guy who will come and go?”

Staring back at him you chew on his words as you tilt your head to the side.

“We’ll see.”

At first the peace and quiet takes over your waking mind. You feel a gentle breeze from the window you left open for the night and you stretch long underneath the silky covers when it finally dawns on you.

It’s peaceful. And quiet. You haven’t had a morning like this in about… well, five years. Arian loves to wake you up whenever you’re home, jumping on the mattress, or just cuddling to you, either way, he never misses a chance to spend a morning with you.

So where is he now?

Slight panic rushes through your veins as you quickly wrap yourself in your silky robe and head out to find your baby. All the worst case scenarios flash through your mind, but they dissolve the moment you reach the stairs and hear his laughter coming from the kitchen. With careful steps you approach the source of his voice that’s mixed with another one, a more mature male voice that you don’t recognize at first but when you round the corner and see what’s happening in your kitchen, recognition washes over you.

Harry Styles is making pancakes in your kitchen with your son. And they are making a big mess, but Arian seems to be enjoying it. Music is playing in the background and there’s a ginormous bouquet of flowers on the kitchen island. Your heart flutters in your chest as you walk closer.

“Mommy!” Arian notices you and climbing off his stool he runs over to you and you gladly pick him up into your arms.

“Hey baby, what’s… what’s happening here?”

“Harry is making us pancakes!” He throws his hands up into the air in excitement as you walk over to the kitchen island and sit him down on top of it.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he smiles at you so charmingly, it’s hard to focus on the fact that he is in your house on a Saturday morning.

“Hi, what do you… Um, what are you doing here?”

“Mommy, I told you, he is making us pancakes!” Arian giggles.

“I know, baby. Hey, you’re still in your pajamas, why don’t you go up and change?” You help him off the counter and gently push him towards the stairs. He runs off singing to himself.

“Before you throw me out,” Harry starts, holding the spatula up, “You told me to prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“That it’s fine that you’re a mom. So, this is our first date, in your house, with your son, so you don’t have to worry about him or get a babysitter.”

“How did you even get into my house?” you chuckle in disbelief. You’re definitely touched by the gesture, you don’t like to spend time away from Arian when you’re not working.

Grinning, he starts flipping the pancakes in the pan.

“Well, I might or might not have contacted your agent who hooked me up with your housekeeper who let me in this morning.”

“Wow, my own staff betrayed me,” you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t say betrayed. They both were happy to help me, because they want what’s best for you.”

“And that would be you?” you ask, arching an eyebrow at his cockiness. He shrugs, but his smirk tells it all.

“Look,” he sighs, turning the stove off. “I really did mean it. I don’t care that you’re a mom. It’s all good, it’s part of you. I don’t want to just come and go in your and Arian’s life. Just give me a chance to prove that it could work.”

He must have some kind of magic power over you, because he really just waltzed in here, made some pancakes and convinced you to change your mind.

“Arian will always come first for me, Harry.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else,” he nods.

“That means that even in my limited free time, you’ll most likely have to share me with him. I’m not the type to let nannies and babysitters raise my child.”

“And I love that about you. Arian is lucky to have you as his mother.”

Staring back at him you want to say no, but you simply can’t. It’s impossible.

“Okay,” is all you say.

“Okay as in… You’ll give me a chance?”

“Yes, but don’t fuck it up,” you chuckle as Harry walks closer and his hands find your waist, pulling you closer. It’s the first time he is physically this close to you, but it feels like he’s been doing it since forever, like you belong in his arms.

“Never,” he smirks and as he leans closer you hear a pair of tiny feet running down the stairs, so you step back just in time for Arian’s return.

“Give me the pancakes!” he giggles, climbing up to a stool and you smile at Harry.

“See, he is already cockblocking you,” you whisper to him chuckling.

“Touché,” he sighs with a smirk. “But he is cute, so it’s alright.” Shaking it all off he turns to Arian as he places the pancakes on a plate. “So, what do you want on top?”

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Waiting on my AO3 invite. Here's a one shot Sydcarmy story. Canon compliant. Post season 2. Please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes. I need season 3 to get here quickly!

Title: Won't You Be My Neighbor

It was her break and for the 89th time in the last three days Sydney reassessed the apartments within 15 minutes walking distance from The Bear. As CDC she no longer wanted to depend on the train should there be some kind of accident, strike, or weather event. There were three that she could afford on her own and many more options if she were willing to become a roommate. She wasn't. If inspiration for a recipe struck her at 2am she wanted to get up and cook if she wanted. She loved the freedom of walking around naked after a shower, picking out her clothes or getting a snack. Most of all she missed turning up her music and dancing like an inflatable tube man in private.

She had sent a message to each leasing office to schedule an appointment next Monday and two of the three had confirmed a 10a and 11a showing. It had been more than 48 hours since she messaged the third so she called. The leasing agent informed her that the specific unit she wanted was no longer available, but they had a gorgeous 2 bedroom for $3800 a month if she was interested. "Okay, now that's just two options" Sydney muttered after getting off the phone.

"Hey mija, what you looking at?" Tina asked sitting down to eat lunch.

"Just apartments. I finally have the funds to move" Sydney answered with a sigh.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be getting out on your own?"

"Oh, yeah for sure. It's just I'm really picky"

"Well, it doesn't have to be forever. Just make sure to read the reviews. You don't want roaches or bed bugs".

"Oh, I can't stand bugs! My dad still has to kill them for me, but I better get a fly swatter and spray now that I'll be on my own soon."

Break was over and Sydney stood up to resume her duties. First she needed to talk to Natalie about the upcoming private party. A celebrity had reserved the entire restaurant next Thursday evening. The names of all staff members on duty that night had to be submitted ahead of time with signed NDAs. It was all happening so fast and The Bear's debt was likely to be paid less than a year after opening. First there had been a Grio article about her being a rising black chef. That led to Keith Lee, the TikTok restaurant reviewer, raving about his to-go order that included the T-Bone and the Michael cannoli. It went viral and suddenly, they were booked for the next three months with a waiting list. She was working harder than ever, getting paid pretty well, and she deserved a place of her own.

After talking to Natalie, she found Carmy working on her prep.

"Hey, thanks! I can take over that now if you want"

"Actually….it's done. I wanted to take you somewhere for like 30 minutes" he said finishing up and cleaning the station.

Sydney folded her arms, her eyebrows raised high.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"I know you've been looking for a place and I think know the perfect apartment for you. Just a 10 minute walk from here. The landlord gave me the key so I could show you today" Carmy said trying to sound casual, but a deep pink flush rose in his cheeks.

"Why is he being weird?" Sydney thought but simply said "Okay, that's dope."

The Chicago air was soft and warm, the clean sunlight making everything look new. Summer afternoons like this made you forgive the brutal winters here. Carmy directed Sydney when to turn left and right, but refused to tell her where exactly they were going. Soon they were standing in front of his building.

The reason for his weirdness was now perfectly clear to Sydney and she felt so flattered that she had to avoid looking at Carmy when she said "So, there's an open unit in your building?"

"Uh, yeah. The people who lived just above me moved and I, uh, thought you might want to see it".

The apartment was on the fourth floor. Carmy unlocked the door and let Sydney go in first. The walls were freshly painted in "Cloud White" and the oak hardwood floors creaked comfortably under their feet. The layout was the same as Carmy's apartment with plenty of windows to let in natural light and a shockingly large kitchen for a 1 bedroom place in Chicago. As Sydney inspected the appliances and bathroom, she decided that if the rent was going to eat up even half of her check it was worth it. She had always admired Carmy's spacious apartment and with her sense of style she could make hers, a cozy bohemian oasis filled with plants, wall art, and actual furniture (eventually).

Carmy had let her roam around in silence for a few minutes, muttering and emitting tiny sounds of joy to herself. When she met him in the living room again, he said trying not to grin too widely, "If you like it, it's already yours."

"How? I know places like this are snatched up fast" Sydney said her eyes finally able to meet his again.

"The landlords, they're a couple, and their 20th wedding anniversary is coming up. They want reservations at The Bear." Carmy explained, desperately hoping to sound nonchalant about it.

"Oh, that's nice work, Carmy."

Then Sydney squealed and cried "This is just what I wanted!!" and she flung her arms around his shoulders in a wild hug. Carmy commanded his body not to shudder as he hugged her back. She was just wearing a t-shirt and without her usual layers of clothing he felt her delicate frame, her slim shoulder blades imprinting on his fingers.

In a moment Sydney pulled back shly and let her arms fall to her sides, her face burning. She made a mental note: Hugging Carmy. Not a safe activity for those who want to cook along side him using sharp objects or sleep peacefully at night dreaming innocent thoughts.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Sydney said taking another step back and making another turn around the room.

Carmy nodded and concentrated on not melting into the floorboards.

"You're okay with this? We already spend 60+ hours together at the restaurant every week and now I'd be in your building! And literally living on top of you."

"Yeah, well, I want you to. You deserve everything you want, Syd."

"Then I'll take it! Just a warning though. If you hear someone belting out Kpop and an occasional thud, that's just my weekly one woman concert, which will be over no later than 10pm. I'm not being murdered."

Carm was no longer unable to contain the width of his smile. This girl is so cute, his body physically ached. How would he get through service tonight?

With a happy shake of his head, he replied, "Thank you, for the heads up!"

With that Sydney marched towards the door and exclaimed "Take me to your landlord!"

Carmy floated behind her.

Cue: Maxwell's "Whenever, Wherever, Whatever"

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uhohdad · 10 months

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EXPERIMENTAL

it’s been awhile since i’ve written please mind the rust

to be continued? maybe?? let me know if you want more

Summary: Konig helps Researcher!Reader with a new technology they’ve been developing.

AO3 Link: X

PART TWO: X

Word Count: 5,4k

Warnings: Flirting, Sexual Content, NSFW, Reader x Konig, talk of standard war stuff, Reader is a bit of a pervert. Non-con Voyeurism. Reader has anxious thoughts/low-self esteem-ish? No use of y/n, reader’s gender/sex is incomprehensible, cause I do for the girls the gays and the theys.

NSFW UNDER CUT

You never thought you’d end up working for the government, but the opportunity was too good. Where else would you find a grant to experiment if not for the generous funding of the military industrial complex? You should have known. Research is research, you told yourself, and the pay is too good to pass up on.

Most of your time was spent in the lab. For the most part, you had worked alone, spending up to 14 hours a day working on your project. It had been months, but you’re sure your developments will forever change warfare.

How many deaths will your creations be responsible for? How much blood on your hands?

No. It’s just a job.

You let out a deep sigh. Usually you have background noise - music, a show, a podcast - something to help ward off the obsessive thoughts. But today you had visitors coming.

You had requested a test subject for a beta version of your project. A soldier to help work out the bugs before the final version gets sent on the battlefield.

Battlefield.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about-

A knock interrupted your internal conflict. You looked up, your eyes meeting the visitor through the circular glass pane of the swinging door. Just his eyes, as the visitor wore a black mask that draped from underneath a helmet, flowing over his shoulders and down his chest. You couldn’t help the concerned look that crossed your face as you hesitantly waved him in.

The door creaked as it opened and the man stepped in. You shoulders eased a bit when you noticed the uniform previously obscured by the door, confirming he was a soldier from the base and not an intruder in a mask. You couldn’t help but tense again once you noticed his stature. Even from across the room you could tell he was well over 6’5. You’re sure he could reach his hand up and touch the ceiling with ease. Muscles with enough mass and definition to be seen even under the uniform.

What are they feeding these boys?

“Hi! I mean- hi. Uh,” Your introduction was shaky, but it was on par for your typical social interactions. After giving him your name, you asked for his.

“Konig,” He responded, his deep voice and coarse accent catching you off guard once again.

“Ha, yes. Nice to meet you.” You took a deep breath in hopes to conceal your fluster before continuing, “You’re here to help me test the new tech, right?”

Tech. When did you start using slang? Trying to be cool, huh?

Shut up.

Konig shifts in his spot a few paces from the door, not daring to step any closer to you. You’re wonder if you were coming off as too cold. “Uh, yes.” He clears his throat, “Just let me know what you need from me.”

Okay, straight to the point. You can do that. You’re happy to move on from the unsteady introduction. “Right,” You turn your attention from him to your laptop and the project in front of you. You hold up your device for him to see. He takes this as his invitation to move closer to get a better look, his black boots making their presence known as they stepped across the tile. The device resembled an earpiece - a small black strip attached to a coiled wire that ends with a sensible black base. “It doesn’t have a name. Yet.” You find yourself struggling to make eye contact with Konig, “Uh, here, it might be easier to just show you.” You flip the laptop around so he can see the screen. He’s standing right next to you now, and it’s hard not to notice how small you feel standing next to this giant of a man.

His bicep is the width of my head.

Stop it.

You try to smother your distracted thoughts as you put the device behind your ear and turn it on. A transparent projection in the shape of a curved rectangle covers your eyes, overlaying your view of the lab.

Konig watched silently as the screen on your laptop changed, now displaying your view through the lens. “This device is powered by AI.” You felt more confident now. You weren’t great at small talk but your work was your comfort zone.

“The possibilities are endless. Without being fed blueprints or GPS - it’s able to scan & provide a map of a building before you even set foot in it, and give you the safest path trajectories.” You make some adjustments from the laptop, and the projection overlays filters on your vision. Directional arrows appear, showing the easiest exit from the lab with coordinates and distance countdown to destination.

You continue, “Target identification.” You look at Konig from behind the transparent projection. He meets your eyes before quickly shifting his gaze back to the laptop, where he could see himself outlined in a bright red overlay.

“Scanning capabilities, even through solid objects. It can identify any object you want. Not just objects, either.” You turn your gaze toward the lab wall. Konig watches carefully as the faded outlines of workers on the base from rooms away appear, their heart rates and heat map registering from beyond the cold tile walls.

Konig stares, impossible to read.

“And uhm,” you pick up an additional device from the table, a thin square chip, “This is an attachment for your, er, weapon.” You cringe a bit at this feature, “The AI has aim assist, too. You know self driving cars? Ah, well, it hasn’t been fully tested yet, but in addition to auto aim it- uhm,” You can’t help but let out a nervous laugh, trailing off.

“It shoots for you.” Konig finishes so you don’t have to.

You wonder if the guilt is obvious.

It might as well be you out there in the field, taking lives. He’s probably disgusted with you under that hood, you think.

You purse your lips for a moment, “Yes. But we’re just scratching the surface. This technology is capable of-“

“It’s brilliant,”

Konig is skilled in the art of catching you off guard. He tilts his head, curiously eyeing in your direction. You wonder if he’s looking at your features or the projection,

“You made this yourself?”

You study him back, trying to figure out if he was mocking you, but unable to decipher his expression from under his hood. The AI continued to monitor him on your vision, and you felt as if you were violating his privacy by watching his heart rate slightly spike as he looked you over.

He must be lying.

You turned the device off and set it on the table, “Yes. It’s not perfect, but I’m hoping you can help me work out all the flaws.”

His stared quietly for a moment and you felt dread pool in your stomach, wishing you could see his expression under his hood. “I’d be honored to.”

A shaky smile formed on your face. You could no longer read his heart rate, but you found yourself wanting to believe the sincerity of his voice. “Let’s get started.”

You pick up another matching set of devices, two thin c-shaped bands, before continuing, “Obviously you can’t take a laptop out in the field. These are portable remotes.” Konig watches attentively as you place one of the bracelet shaped device on your wrist, tapping on it to summon another projection. “I tried to make it as user-friendly as possible. We can make adjustments if needed before launch.” You hold out the device toward him. “For you.”

He looks hesitantly at the device. Instead of taking it from you, he places his arm out on the table in front of you.

You’re distracted by your own remote and a moment passes before you register he hasn’t taken it from you. You glance over at his outstretched arm before meeting his eyes.

He sees your confused look and explains, “I just- I don’t want to break it.” Konig knows his own strength and he knows the worth of your project. He doesn’t want to accidentally apply too much pressure and ruin your work.

A nervous laugh escapes you, but you oblige him. You made this device for the battlefield, it’s meant to withstand more than a man. Even an extra large, muscular-

Stop it.

You’re not going to push. You carefully take his forearm in your hand, adjusting the device to his wrist. You try not think about how muscular and hard his forearms are, and try even harder not to think about how hard his biceps would be. And you definitively try not to think about how hard his-

Stop it.

“That comfortable?”

His voice is low, “Yes. Thank you.”

“Of course,” leaves your mouth, a little breathier than you intended.

Your face burns and you’re sure he’s got you pinned. You wish you could ask to borrow his mask.

It’s been a long time since you’ve experienced intimacy, okay? You’ve been confined to these four walls for months now, devoid of human touch. You’d be frothing at the mouth for anything bipedal at this point, let alone the mysterious superhuman sitting across from you.

You’re at a disadvantage, to say the least.

You can’t even look at him.

Konig carefully taps on the device on his wrist, activating his remote. The projection appears and he moves his arm to get a closer look. “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

If he didn’t notice your blush before he was sure to now. “Oh! I don’t-“ Another nervous laugh, “It’s nothing. Let’s get you calibrated.”

You pick up the earpiece and hand it to him, still avoiding his gaze. You’re forced to meet his eyes again when he doesn’t take it. There’s no way you could handle putting this one on for him. This time you reassure him, “It’s okay. I know it’s small, but it’s durable. I promise.”

He carefully takes it from you, and you try not to notice the electricity you feel when his fingers graze yours. He reaches under his hood, the fabric warping as he places the device behind his ear and turned it on, the same way he watched you do it. He then waited patiently for your guidance.

You put your earpiece on before making a few adjustments on your bracelets projection. “Okay! We should be synced now. Go ahead and pull up your settings.”

You take him through the customizations, telling him how to switch between visual overlays, how to use multiple at once. Display adjustments, how to use the intercom. He watches intently, never interrupting.

“I hope I’m not boring you.”

“Boring me?” Konig stares at you, eyes saturated with disbelief at your doubt. “It’s incredible.”

You feel the warmth creep up on your cheeks again. All of the doubts and moral dilemmas you’ve been mulling over the past few years seem to melt away when Konig compliments you.

“Want to take it for a drive?”

“Absolutely.”

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It’s been awhile since you’ve been out on the field. The passed months have been spent under the florescent lights of the lab, hunched over your laptop as you fought with code. Feeling accomplished when you made a step forward in progress, followed quickly by a sinking feeling as you tried not to think of the consequences of each development.

It was nice to feel the sun for a change.

Konig followed a few steps behind you, both sets of boots crunching on the gravel beneath you. Few words had been exchanged. There was something about unreadable people made you nervous, but you tried not to let it show.

You stopped once in front of the empty shoot house, looking up to the soldier that towered over you.

“I had weapons development make us a prototype gun to pair with the AI. It’s for testing purposes only, so it doesn’t shoot real bullets.” You pointed at the faux shotgun propped up against the outer wall of the shoot house. “The auto aim chip is already attached. It’s going to be something to get used to.”

You continue, “I’ve placed the AI on test. It will simulate the conditions of a mission in a way that adjusts to your learning speed. Obviously once you get used the system we’ll have test runs with real people, but for now I just want you to get used to the overlays. If you get stumped, just let me know. I’ll be able to hear and see what you can from out here. I’m synced in to your device, too, so if you can’t figure out the adjustments, or can’t access your device, I can take care of that for you remotely.”

“Understood.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way he spoke to you like you had seniority, with the utmost respect. It made you feel important. Really it should be the other way around - a nerdy weakling in the presence of an experienced and powerful soldier. You briefly wonder what exactly a man of his stature is capable of. He looks like he could pick up a grown man and snap him in half like a toothpick. Let alone what he could do to you…

You force yourself to stay on topic, but your smile lingers, “Any questions for me?”

You still can’t decipher what’s going on under the mask, but his voice is soft, as soft as it can be under his rigid accent, “Negative.” He walks over to the prop gun and picks it up, handling it expertly. Even though it’s a replica, he still opens the chamber and curiously peaks inside. Watching his big hands run over the realistic firearm caused an intoxicating mixture of fear and arousal to wash over you, manifesting as a tightness in your lower gut. You can’t remember the last time someone made you feel this way. Dizzy and excited and nervous.

It didn’t help that you’ve spent the last few months practically isolated and without intimacy.

He’s going to be the death of me.

Stop it. We’re just excited about testing the project. It’s a long time coming.

He would make me come a long time.

Stop. It.

After you watch him disappear into the shoot house, you turn on the intercom, “Konig? Can you hear me?”

“Affirmative.”

His gravely voice flooding your intercom is not helping your dirty thoughts. You pull up his view on your projection. “Okay, I have your video feed. Are you ready for the simulation?”

He cocks the prop gun so loud you could hear it from inside the building in addition to the comm. “Affirmative.”

Oh, fuck.

The knot in your stomach doubles and you think your knees might just buckle. You shift in your spot in the dirt to steady yourself, gravel scraping under your shoe.

You hear your name over the comm. “You still there?” Your attention is brought back to his view. You can see the world from his eye level and get taken aback at how different it looks compared to yours.

“Sorry,” you clear your throat, raising your arm equipped with the wrist remote, “Okay, in 3… 2… 1…” You press the button to start his test simulation.

You watch as Konig looks around. He’s got target scan activated, and the AI has overlaid fake targets onto his projection for him to hunt and eliminate.

You watch carefully, scanning the screen for any imperfections in your coding. The guide seems to be working smoothly, directing Konig through the maze-like hallways of the shoot house with ease. The placement of targets are generated randomly and you’ll have to crunch the numbers later to verify, but it seems to have accurately calculated the most efficient route, directing him accordingly. You try to ignore the sound of Konigs hitched breathing over your receiver and try even harder to ignore the way it’s making you feel. Instead you make sure the auto aim function is activated.

“Approaching first target.” He says over the comm and you can help but smile at how serious he is taking it. You remember your first time in the range, testing out the auto aim on the simulations. How silly you felt. Like a child playing with a toy gun. You think it’s sweet he’s indulging you.

His steps become quieter as he rounds the corner and his breathing slows. He pauses briefly before quickly jumping out at the target. You can tell the auto aim takes over and the shotgun pulls against his grip with the force of a strong magnet. It’s alarming at first, you remember, the gun taking control from you.

It’s not like that, of course. You designed it to be a teammate. Able to identify and terminate a threat before the user had even registered it was there. It was meant to protect the user, to defend their life.

That’s what you tried to tell yourself anyway. It was easier to swallow than thinking of it as the automatic killing robot it really was.

You kept the auto-fire function off for now. Partially because you wanted to slowly transition him into the AI features. Partially because you were ashamed.

You watch as Konig takes back control of the gun. He’ll learn how to work with it instead of against it soon, you remember the same struggle you had yourself in early testing. He fires at the target, a projection of an enemy soldier the AI had slowed for training purposes. Konig pulls the trigger and you hear the sound of gunshots. In real life, of course, nothing had fired. But the AI simulation was designed to immerse the player, imitating the feel of the battlefield. From Konig’s perspective he may as well just shot through a human heart. Other than the learning curve of your designs- it seems natural for him.

It was not natural for you when you had experienced the simulation. If anything it was just a fully immersible prediction of the consequences to your actions. Fuck Around and Find Out™️ now coming to an VR headset near you.

You watched his target drop & fade away in a dust of pixels, a design change you made after being unable to bear the look of replicated dead soldiers lying limp on the floor.

It’s just a job.

“Konig? How did that feel?” You wished you could see his face on the screen before remembering you wouldn’t have been able to see anything behind his hood anyway. You briefly consider a self-facing camera, but wonder if it would be for the improvement of the design or for self-serving reasons. You’d have to think of another good purpose to add it to the final product later.

“It’s a lot faster than I am.” He stuck with the facts, not wanting to cause a misunderstanding if it was strange for him to get used to.

“That’s the idea. Weird, right?” You offered, your smile lifting the tone of your voice.

“Very.” You could tell he was smiling too. “I want to try a few more - I’ll get used to it.”

He continues through the shoot house, approaching the next simulated targets. He’s slowing learning to work with the AI, letting it guide him as he controls the trigger. You watch as your program learns his skill, escalating the challenge first by increasing enemy speed and difficulty, then by adding multiple targets at a time.

You can tell this man is a trained killer, even just from watching a trial. It’s clear he’d easily be able to handle a real mission with ease - your advancements or no. Watching his gloved hands grip the gun, his quickened breathing, made the tightness in your lower half hard to ignore. It felt wrong how his rugged demeanor turned you on.

He continued without faltering, navigating the shoot house’s maze-like layout with the help of your guidance program. Despite your reservations, you decide it’s time to add an additional integration. “Konig, the gun you’re using is fully compatible with the weapon chip. As in, trigger capabilities. If you’d like, you can turn on auto fire.”

There’s a slight pause, and you’re worried he’s realized the full implications of such a technology. You’re relieved when he finally speaks over the intercom, “I think I turned it on.”

You verify on his feed before responding, “You got it. Let me know if you need anything.”

Holding your breath, you observe your AI work. He rounds another corner and approaches two more targets. Your code was capable of identifying each target’s imminent threat level, eliminating them in order of danger to the user. You hear Konig’s breath hitch when the gun operates with a mind of its own, mowing down the simulated targets without hesitation. Each shot effectively tearing through the most vulnerable areas of the targets.

“Meine güte…” He mutters, taking a moment to register what had just happened. You watch his feed pan down to his gun, his hands turning it over to examine it in disbelief.

You wonder what he’s thinking as you watch those strong hands work. If he thinks you’re a monster for creating such a brutal and mindless killing machine.

“Konig?” Your voice is dripping with uncertainty, but it’s your job to collect his feedback, “All good?”

You watch his thumb stroke the forend before his gaze shifts up, “I think I might be out of a job.”

You let out a laugh, words pouring out of your mouth before you can stop them, “Well, I don’t think we’d be able to replace you.”

Ah, shit.

You’re hoping you didn’t lay all your cards on the table, but you don’t dare let the silence hang, forging on, “Human supervision is still needed when it comes to technology like this. You know, wouldn’t want it to turn evil and try to take over the population.”

You’re hoping you saved it, but the few seconds before he responds seem like a lifetime.

“Well if it was made by you, I don’t think it would be capable of turning evil.”

Your brain short circuits and your mouth parts as you ready to respond, but find that you’re unable.

What did he mean by that? If he was implying that you weren’t evil enough to negatively influence a code, then he didn’t know you. Of course he didn’t, he just met you.

Was he implying you were too smart of a programmer to let a technology go faulty? Then he REALLY didn’t know you. You think briefly to your failed prototypes. How long it took to work out the bug of the AI mistakenly registering civilian children as threats.

Ugh.

Whatever the implications, you understand that Konig just complemented you. Something you were not still not equipped to handle, demonstrated by your slack jaw and wide eyes you’re thankful he can’t see. All accompanied by a warm feeling that spreads across your chest.

He’s just being nice.

Sexual attraction, that you could handle.

Not a crush.

This is a no-crushing zone, you decide.

The warm feeling needs to stay below the belt, thank you very much.

It’s obvious you’re joking, but your voice has a different tone when you finally gather yourself. Softer, bordering on dispirited, “Well, I don’t know about that. Y’know, I once programmed a toaster to cook my toast the perfect amount every time. I wanted it to spring out at exactly the right speed & distance to land square on my plate. Like you see in cartoons, y’know? It worked for a little… but one day it starting burning all my toast to char and shooting it max speed at my ceiling. I think it got mad it’s life purpose was making my breakfast.”

You hear Konig laugh for the first time. A raspy, hearty laugh that floods your comm and fuels that warm feeling in your chest, much to your dismay. You nose scrunches as you watch the shake of his feed slow. “There are worse purposes.”

You didn’t even give yourself the space to dissect the implications on that one. The smile is apparent in your voice, “I’ll let the toaster know.”

Konig finished out the trial after getting used to a few more overlays. You confirmed you had everything you needed for the day before letting Konig know you could wrap up.

He met you at the entrance of the shoot house, handing over the gun to you. It took you a moment to get readjusted to his size. He was tall enough to block the entire sun, casting you in his shadow.

You hold the barrel of the gun with one hand, resting the butt on the dirt. With your other hand you remove your earpiece, “Thank you for your help today. Really.” You say, forced to tilt your head back to look up at him. “If you’re interested, I’d love to continue trials with you.”

“It was my pleasure. I’d be happy to help.”

He tried to take off his wrist remote before you stopped him, “You can hang on to that. I have all your data on mine. It would be good for my research if you got used to the overlays outside of here. I don’t want to assume your time, but I think it may be helpful in assisting you with your duties.”

Konig shifts in his spot, “I don’t want anything to happen to it.”

You smile at him, pleased he’s being so respectful of your work. “Don’t worry. If you manage to damage it, then it’s not good enough for launch. Even breaking it will be valuable research.”

He considers this before hesitantly dropping his arm.

You continue, “Just promise you’ll share your thoughts with me. I don’t know what the life of a soldier is like, I don’t always know what’s best for you guys. Your feedback will be important in tailoring the design to fit your needs. It’s just a prototype, so you can be honest.”

His eyes stare down at you from under his hood and you can’t help but avoid his intimidating gaze by looking at the black paint around his eyes.

“I promise,” He says definitively and it’s obvious he means it.

You have his word.

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Back in the lab, you take a deep breath as you set your prototypes down. You had parted ways with Konig at the shoot house and haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.

You take the ear piece and remove the chip from the prototype gun in order to transfer the data to your laptop. You had a long night ahead of you reviewing footage and analyzing the AI results, but you knew your focus was going to be elsewhere.

You hoped your distracted thoughts would subside after eating an early dinner and watching an episode of your most recent show binge, but it doesn’t help.

You can’t stop thinking about the soldier with a laugh so wonderful you’d do about anything to hear it again.

You did your best to stay on task and turned your attention to your laptop, opening the software you designed to store its data.

It finally loads and what displays makes you gasp, your hand instinctively shooting up to cover your mouth.

Konig’s feed is still live.

Your eyes dart over to your ear piece, confirming it’s turned off. He couldn’t hear you on the comm. His overlay projection is turned off, but he must not have powered the unit completely down, and you neglected to end the feed.

You still don’t dare make a sound. You sit frozen, staring down at the screen with wide eyes.

He’s not wearing the headset, no. You can tell the camera is sitting on something at hip-height, maybe a table or a bed. Definitely not Konig-height. You can’t see much, your view is facing the wall of what you can tell is a modest-sized room.

It’s five-thirty now, you guess he’s clocked out and went back to his quarters for the evening.

This is so wrong.

You were violating his privacy. You should just disconnect the feed now, and forget about it.

You should.

But you don’t.

Instead you slowly lower your hands, lips pursed. It’s not long before Konig comes in to view.

The only thing he has on is a towel wrapped around his waist. His head was cropped out of view, but you can see his chest and his pecs are as chiseled as you had imaged them. Abs you hadn’t previously considered begging for your attention. The towel is dangerously low and goddamnit he’s got V lines, of course he does, and you can feel the warmth pool in your lower abdomen again.

This is so so wrong.

You should end it. End the feed, end the software, end the project. You’ve already crossed so many lines and if anyone found out about this you’d be discharged so fast it would make your head spin.

You’re seriously considering if it’s worth being outed as a pervert and forfeiting your grant just to ogle at the ultimate beefcake while Konig gets comfortable on his cot, face still out of frame. You’ve got a view of his side now, showcasing the middle of his chest down. You can see the definition on his abdominal muscles and you silently thank yourself for opting for choosing the higher resolution camera for your project.

He moves his arms out of frame once he gets the towel adjusted, you’re assuming to prop them behind his head.

He lays still for a few minutes, and you wish you could see his face. You were almost done talking yourself into closing the feed when his arm comes back in to view. Strong hands and forearms followed by massive biceps.

Your breath hitches again when you realize he’s reaching down for the towel. He unwraps it delicately, letting each end hang off the side of the bed.

He’s fully naked now, and it’s official-

You’re a pervert.

His cock sits at half attention and he wraps his hands around it, stroking it absentmindedly.

Oh, fuck.

Your mouth hangs slack and you can’t help but let out a squeak. You double check to make sure you’re still in your software and didn’t somehow accidentally open PornHub. But no, you were definitely watching Konig rut into his hand, teasing himself to arousal.

It doesn’t take long for his cock to reach full attention, leaking precum from the swollen tip. Even scaled next to his oversized hands you can tell it’s huge.

He reaches down to cup his balls briefly before returning to his shaft, wrapping his hand around it and stroking gently.

You can’t stop watching now- you’re locked in, eyes glued to the screen and you don’t think you’ve so much as blinked this entire time.

You watch as he picks up the pace, biceps flexing as he fucks his hand faster.

A low moan comes through the speakers of your laptop. You scramble for the volume controls, reducing it until you were sure no one passing by in the hall could hear.

It’s addicting, his moans. Deep and gravely and you can’t help but close your eyes and imagine what it would be like for him to be moaning in your ear instead of over a screen. For him to be fucking you instead of his hand. Moaning like he’s approaching a release he hasn’t felt in decades.

When you open your eyes again he’s stroking faster, his whole body tensing, a glossy shine forming on his defined muscles. You can’t help but stare at his bicep as it flexes to jerk his cock.

Even without seeing his face, you can tell he’s getting close.

His cock is a blur as he pumps vigorously. His breath quickens before suddenly hitching, muscles fully clenched as he comes, the first few drops landing on his stomach and thighs.

His whole body constricts as the waves of the pleasure wash over him. You can tell it’s intense.

His pumping slows and his seed spills over his knuckles and down his shaft as he squeezes out the last of it, quivering at the sensitivity.

His muscles relax and he sinks back into his cot, wiping his hand on the towel. He lays still for a few moments, the sound of him catching his breath and his rising and falling chest takes stage. Until he removes the towel from underneath him, wiping away his mess.

You’re staring, eyes wider than when you started. Your knuckles lighten as you grip the stool beneath you. It wasn’t the finish that shocked you, no.

Not the size of the load that spilled from his huge cock.

Not the way he had bucked his hips, desperate for the touch.

Not the way his muscles had rippled through the phases of orgasm.

You were shocked because as he finished;

Konig had moaned your name.

Part two

#könig #könig mw2 #könig cod #könig call of duty #fic #konig x reader #konig x you #call of duty #modern warefare ii #mw2 #smut #konig fic #x reader #uhohwriting

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ugotcooneycrossed · 1 year

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i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else (but you)

lotte wubben-moy x reader

w/c: ~600

leah tries to set you up with girl, after girl- only to find out you've been in love lotte forever- oh and you're married

a/n: every time i hear anyone else but you by the moldy peaches i think of lotte😭

this is shorter than i would've liked but i think it ended perfectly

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“I just don’t get it- every time I try to set you up, you always say no, and it’s always some stupid reason, honestly it’s like you want to be alone.”

You laugh at Leah’s ridiculousness- the girl has draped herself over you, bugging you the umpteenth time about your dating life.

“Leah I’m perfectly fine not going on dates with the people you try to set me up with.”

“But I’m trying to help you! You’re so lonely it makes me sad.”

Leah wipes away a fake tear- placing her hand over her heart, you roll your eyes in return- shoving her off your lap.

“Ouch… first off- I’m not lonely, for all you know I could be in a relationship, maybe that’s why I reject your candidates. Second off- I’m not lonely.”

“Are you?!”

Leah looks at you bewildered- mouth hanging open in shock, you stay silent.

“Are you not single?! Answer me!”

You have been in love with Lotte since you first met her at 17- I mean how could you not be.

She’s your everything. You’ve been through everything together.

You still remember nervously confessing your feelings one night during the U-17s world cup- you have Alessia and Ella to thank for that- both sick of you dreaming and talking about her, that they locked you in a supply closet until you confessed.

Lotte- stood smiling at you like an idiot the entire time, until you finished rambling, you refused to look at her in the eye, until you felt her hands grab yours.

“May I kiss you now?”

You’ve been together ever since.

Alessia and Tooney opened the door five minutes after that- you and Lotte had agreed to trick the two, with the intention that they would find out eventually. They never did.

And it wasn’t a secret per se- no one asked, so you didn’t tell.

You got married at 21- a week after Lotte had proposed to you.

You both decided to have it at a register office- funnily enough Tooney and Alessia were the witnesses, both finally finding out when they caught you out on a date night- before you could even speak, Ella placed her hand over her heart- swearing to secrecy.

More people found out after- slowly one, by one- you remember when Georgia found out- screaming at the top of her lungs at the back of the team bus.

Ellie flashed you a grin and a wink- a knowing smile on her face.

A few weeks later, Mary- less composed shoved her phone in your face, a blurry picture of you and Lotte holding hands on it. Demanding a confession.

Katie found out by walking in on the two of you and hasn’t let you live it down since- making kissy faces when your near each other.

All your friends but Leah- who was too focused on finding you someone in the first place she missed the fact that you were already taken.

You transferred to Arsenal shortly after you and Lotte got married, and Leah had decided to make you her best friend.

And as her best friend- she had dubbed herself your own personal cupid.

Three years later and still Leah didn’t know- which is surprising as literally everyone knew.

I mean you both proudly wear your wedding rings- taping over them for games.

The only way Leah would notice if you changed your last name and wore ‘Wubben-Moy’ on the back of your jersey.

“I can’t believe you’re in a relationship and didn’t tell me.”

“Lee it was so obvious- I mean everyone knows but you.”

Leah huffs at you- arms crossed against her chest.

“At least tell me who it is.”

Lotte chooses this moment to walk into the room- flashing you a grin as she moves to you quickly. She gently cups your cheeks and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“What?! You’re dating Lotte?! Why didn’t I know!”

In sync, you flash Leah your left hands- matching wedding bands snuggly on your ring fingers.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

#lotte wubben-moy x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso

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adrift-in-thyme · 3 months

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Happy belated birthday @luna-lovegreat !!! Here’s the Sky fluff I promised!

So sorry this took me awhile to finish!

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“Just how strong is the bond between a loftwing and a Skyloftian?”

Sky has been asked that question quite often since plummeting to the surface. Even more so after he ventured from his timeline. He never truly knows how to reply. How can he explain their relationship? How can he put into words the utter exhilaration of soaring atop your loftwing?

From what he has observed, people usually place platonic love — and especially the platonic love between human and beast — somewhere beneath both romantic and familial, as though it is an inferior thing. As though it can never reach the same heights and depths as the others. The same precious worth. But Sky knows differently.

The love a loftwing and their rider share is like nothing else. As priceless and unbreakable as a diamond.

So, when, finally, a portal spits the heroes out in his era, Sky is overjoyed.

He can see Sun for the first time in forever, wrap her in his loving arms, hold her close and breathe her in, and whisper everything he’s wanted to tell her all these long months. He can see his friends, his family, the place that will always be his home, no matter how far he travels or what monsters he battles.

And —

He separates from Sun, runs to Lofty as the bird lands in a rush of wind and feathers. A grin splits his face and it feels good to smile after everything, so, so good…

— and he can reunite with his loftwing.

“Wow!” Wind gasps, mouth agape. “So, that’s a loftwing?”

“Close that mouth of yours before you swallow a bug,” Twilight teases, setting a hand on the sailor’s shoulder. His lips quirk up in a smile. “He’s beautiful, Sky.”

Lofty preens beneath the praise, ruffling his feathers and throwing back his head. Sun chuckles, and Sky sends her a grin.

“He is, isn’t he?” He sighs, leaning his forehead against Lofty’s beak. The next words leave his lips in a whisper meant only for the glorious animal before him…though if the beautiful woman standing close beside him hears he won’t mind. “I missed you so much, Lofty.”

A low trill emanates from the bird.

“He has missed you too,” Sun murmurs. “I’ve taken him out for a few flights to keep his wings limber. But you know he truly flies for no one except you.” She cocks her head, a grin on her lips. “You should take him out for a flight.”

He turns to her, a question in his eyes. It’s been so long, after all. He feels as though he hardly has enough time to catch up with them both. Much less Gaepora and Groose and everyone else….

“Are you sure, Zel?”

Sun nods and the breeze lifts her golden locks. “Go on, sleepyhead. We’ll have all the time in the world to spend together once you get back.”

Sky breathes in deep.

That’s right. They have time now. For the first time in a while, they have time.

He raises his eyes to Lofty’s, excitement alighting in his chest.

“You wanna go for a flight, Lofty?”

Feathers fly as the bird straightens, shaking himself out. His proud cry reverberates around the space.

Sky leans over, presses a kiss to Sun’s lips. And then, surrounded by the echoes of oohs and awws and ews that sound from his brothers, he climbs atop the loftwing’s back and is off.

The sky is a brilliant blue today. And while it’s always a brilliant blue in Skyloft – has been since he was born – Sky can still appreciate its splendor.

Even the brightest, most joyful heavenly display in another Hyrule cannot measure up to the plush clouds and soaring ceruleans of his home. And as Lofty climbs higher and higher, he feels a wide grin stretch his lips.

It is wonderful to be home.

He had known that he missed it – this little island full of vibrancy and life. The longing had eaten at him during the long nights and dogged at his steps through their arduous journey. But he supposes he had suppressed it to an extent — denied it even — if only to keep going. If only to keep from crumbling beneath the fear that always captures him when he sets foot on firm, grounded earth.

The fear that he will never again take to the skies.

But now as Lofty turns his grand body in a barrel roll and his sailcloth lifts and the wind sings in his ears and fills his nostrils with exhilarating freshness, those dark feelings are miles away.

Lofty pauses abruptly at the tail end of the trick. Then, he dives, plunging downward so suddenly that Sky’s stomach plummets along with him. His grin grows wider even as the brisk air steals any moisture from his mouth. He’ll be choking later, more than likely. But he is used to it by now.

A dry throat is a small price to pay.

Lofty shoots up, goes down again. Another pointed spin takes out a drifting octo. Sky’s echoing whoop turns to almost giddy laughter.

“Having fun, sleepyhead?” Someone calls from his right. Sky looks up just in time to catch sight of Sun streaking towards him. Her loftwing flips upside down as they soar over his head. Her delicate fingers reach for his and for a split second, the world seems to slow.

“Sorry,” she says as their fingers brush in the ghost of a caress, “I couldn’t resist joining you.”

Lofty lets out an eager call of welcome and Sky smiles.

“I’m glad you did, Zelda.”

She smiles and the world seems to grow a little brighter.

It always does when she’s around…

“How about a race, then?” She inclines her head toward the minuscule forms standing on the edge of Skyloft. “They’ve already cast bets.”

Sky chuckles. “All in favor of you, I’m sure.”

She doesn’t reply. But her smile grows just a touch larger, a hint of mischief in it.

Sky shakes his head.

He’ll admit it hurts a little to be betrayed by his brothers in such a way. They’re right though.

The only person who could ever beat him in a fair race was Sun.

“Alright.” His grin is more fierce now, teeth bared in playful determination. “You’re on!”

Yes, he thinks as they streak toward the designated finish line, the tips of their loftwings’ wings just touching, the bond between a loftwing and their partner is strong. As strong as the love he feels for Zelda. As strong as the love he feels for his brothers.

His family.

And maybe in it’s own way…even stronger.

#hope you don’t mind that some zelink found its way in here #I can never resist skyward sword zelink lol #anyway I hope you enjoyed!#and had a wonderful birthday :D #trin writes #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu sky #lu sun #lu chain #fluff #zelink

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yourmomni · 4 months

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A/n: Hey yall🤠so I finished the request the writers block and sesamal depression had me in a choke hold but I'm back. I only did the hyung line so bear with me love you

Sitting On Their Lap

Heeseung

Heesung immediately feels offended at how you basically call him weak

Well you only said no to sitting on his lap but it's the same thing

" do you not love me anymore is that what it is"

Hes pouty for the rest of the day until he finally gets a chance to grabbed you buy surprise and put.you on his lap

" HEESEUNG STOP IM GOING TO HURT YOU"

Goes in one ear and out the other

He's so proud of himself that he finally got his beautiful girl to sit on his lap

And when you finally stop thrashing around d he tells you how much he loves you and wishes you wouldn't feel Insecure about things such as your weigh

" I'll love you no matter what, we're in this together baby"

But you did scold him for giving you a heart attack which he apologized for in neck kisses

NOW your always getting pulled onto his lap

Doesn't matter when or where

While he's on the phone LAP

watching TV LAP

eating dinner LAP

He's addicted to your body and he'll always try to find a way to be close to you

JAY

Similar to hessueng Jay has been trying for weeks to get you to sit on his lap but nothing has worked

He's even has going as far as sliding to wherever your going to sit so you can land on his thigh but your always fast at catching yourself

He's over it

" Babe come on just one time "

You shake you head no repeating what you always say when he ask

" I'm not light enough for us to be able to do that"

It was pissing him off

But he thought of a plan

Jake was having a cookout at his house and you 2 were sitting outside well Jay was you were standing beside him.

" babe come sit down it's hot and you've been standing for almost an hour

Jay was smirking to himself looking around d at all of the lawn chairs being occupied by guest

You groaned " theirs no more seats."

Of Course Jay knew that

" Well their is one more seat actually"

He smiles at you glancing at his thighs

You bit the inside of your cheek

You were really tired of standing, you knew what he was doing

But you took the bait anyway

"Fine but don't say I didn't warn you earlier."

He smiled brightly as you sat down on his lap

He rubbed your side thanking you for finally trusting him

Jay was silent the whole time you were sitting down and you began to get nervous.

" Am i hurting you? I'll move if I am."

Jay shook his head quickly

" No your not hurting me baby I can stay like this forever" He kissed your cheek

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is more understanding when it comes to you not wanting to sit on his lap

He doesn't bug you or force you but that being said it doesn't mean he doesn't want you to sit oh his lap

He's dreamed about it since you guys started dating

You being so close and him holding you tight gently rubbing your thigh

But he's too scared to ask

He know how your super sensitive when it comes to your image about your body but sung hoon could care less on what you look like

He's playing with the hole in his jeans as he's watching you talk to your friends. He so badly wants to call you over just so he can be around you but doesn't want to seem needy or interrupt you

His heart basically jumps out of his chest when he sees you wave by and speed walk to him. He smiles brightly at you asking if you were okay and you nod, placing yourself on his lap. Sungoon goes stiff and doesn't know how to react but quickly regroups and pulls you close. He doesn't know you did it because your “friend” was talking about how handsome he was. But hey atlesst he got what he wanted in the end.

Jake

Now jake loves physical contact

He loves the kiss and the hugs

And lets not forget how much he loves it when you hold hands

You both enjoy it

So why the fuck will you not sit on his lap

Hes tried on multiple occasion but nada

You either run away from him or ignore when he ask

Jake has to figure out what's going on

You walked into your house to see your boyfriend sitting in a chair facing the door with his legs spread and his hands touching each other. “ when did you get here.” you giggle at his stance but Jake is stone faced. “ don't worry about that, where have you been.” you sit the grocery bags down and walk over to him” i went to the store is that a crime detective sim” you turn the lamp off he has shining on you and kiss his cheek. “ i was thinking of making dinner and calling you over but it seems like you're already here.” you remove your coat laying it on the back of the couch. Jake stood up “ why won't you sit on my lap.” you jumped at the question catching you off guard. “ w-what.” you were now facing him. “ I noticed you always ignore me when I ask you or you just brush it off so what is it? Do you not feel comfortable enough with me to do that?” you bit the inside of your cheek trying to figure out what you were going to say. “ Its not you jake?” he sighed “ oh thank god “ he fell back into the chair. “ its me.” he raised his eyebrow. “What about you? '' you rolled your eyes. “ jake come on look at me, im not the lightest person in the world.” it took jake a minute to understand what you meant by that. “ Baby I don't care about that you know I don't care.” You crossed your arms “ but I do and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.” Jake rolled his eyes pulling you on his lap causing you to yelp. You tried to get up but he wouldn't budge.

After that you started to become more compatible to sit on his lap

And jake made you sit on his lap everywhere

Hanging out with the boys

While your watching a movie on the couch

Even during dinner sometimes

#black reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen imagines #black reader x kpop #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #jakesim x black reader #black girls are pretty too #enhypen #sunghoon

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aurora-starwars · 8 months

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Hello, could I request a Kylo ren gn!reader (romantic). The reader and Kylo where old friends at Luke’s Jedi academy and they see each other for the first time in years. Starts with angst and ends with fluff cus I’m a sucker for happy feel good endings!

Old Friends Bring Up Old Feelings

Pairing: Kylo Ren x gn!Jedi!reader

Summary: Kylo and reader, who were friends at the Jedi academy, reunite

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, slight crying, nothing to bad, mostly fluff-ish

A/n: I feel like it has been so long, I am trying to get through a few requests but I have been so busy lately! Sorry y'all. <333 And I just got my wisdom teeth taken out so that was a lot. Anyway thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy! <33333

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It was a brisk morning on Ossus, the sun was slowly rising over the mountains and animals of the planet finally quieted down. The air was misty, cold, and unwelcoming to the young Jedi who had just gotten up. [Name] was hoping to meditate that morning, but with the noise coming from the Jedi temple, it was increasingly less inviting.

[Name] started towards the forest around the temple, hoping to get away from all the sound. Their meditation would go best in the tranquillity of the forest. Subtle crunches underfoot could be heard as they got farther and farther from the temple. The voices of young initiates that were once shrill, now cease to ring in [Name]’s ears.

[Name] began to slow their pace, deepened their breathing and listened for the world around them. The leaves shaking on the trees as the wind ruffled them together, the small sounds of critters in the forest, the small bugs buzzing, the sound of rushing footprints—

“Hey.”

[Name] nearly jumped out of their skin, snapping their eyes open to find the eyes of Ben Solo looking back at them. They held a hand over their heart to show their shock.

“Whatcha doing out here?” Ben smiled, ignoring their frazzled state.

“Would you be nicer about sneaking up on people? I was—”

“You were what? Meditating? While walking? You should have seen me coming,” Ben walked in tandem with [Name], only a foot from their side.

[Name] shook their head, eyes looking back forward again as they tried to regulate their breathing. The forest seemed to go forever.

“I was trying to find a spot to meditate, is that so wrong?” [Name] asked, raising an eyebrow, as smirk prominent on their face.

“Oo, I will come with you. I need some peace away from the temple,” Ben stated, ignoring their question with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess you can come along.”

“You guess? It wasn’t an offer, I am coming. And you can’t get enough of me.”

[Name] looked over to see the smug look on Ben’s face, to which they shook their head fondly.

They reached a clearing in the forest with two, surprisingly dry, logs [Name] made plans to sit on.

“Says the person that followed me all the way out here,” [Name] took a seat on one of the logs, crossing their legs in front of them.

Ben sat on the leg opposite to them, so that he was facing [Name]. He watched them closely as he crosses his legs.

“Maybe I can’t get enough of you,” Ben offered lowly, hoping that the Jedi initiate across from him didn’t hear.

[Name] watched as his eyes cast down, his brown eyes holding so much innocence in his youth. Those were the eyes [Name] knew since they were young, since they were both younger than they are now. When they both had just come to Master Skywalker’s Jedi Temple and had nobody but each other.

[Name] smiled to themself softly, watching as Ben’s eyes closed, watching as he fell into his deep meditation. He had always been strong in the force.

“Good,” [Name] closed their eyes, falling into the embrace of the force once again.

A sudden crashing sound shook the Millennium Falcon, knocking [Name] from their meditation. Alarms from the ship started blaring, the ship receiving a few more reverberating shakes before [Name] got a comm from the pilot. Chewbacca’s strained voice rang through their comm device, signalling to [Name] that the ship had been hit by several blasts from a First Order Star Destroyer and are now being hailed by them.

[Name] cursed under their breath, it was just them and Chewy on the ship, what could they want? There was nothing of importance, what could the First Order want from them?

[Name] moved to stand just above the entrance of the ship. They felt the shake of the ship landing, a sign that they had been hailed on the Star ship and was about to be boarded. After several moments of pressurizers shifting and adjusting, the ramp opened up and several stormtroopers flooded the Millennium Falcon, surrounding [Name].

Two on either side of them grabbed [Name] by their arms and practically dragged them out of the ship, although [Name] didn’t put up much of a fight, their grip was still strong. [Name] kept their eyes forwards, not daring to show their fear or thoughts, choosing to focus in with the Force to see what their eyes could not.

Once they made it to the bottom of the ramp, [Name] found a dark figure standing directly in front of them, several feet away. The stormtroopers holding their sides stopped moving, letting them go with a rough release.

Looking back at the figure, [Name] found that there was familiarity in this dark looming presence. A familiarity in the way they stood, the way they held themself. A familiarity in the Force, an intensity, a passion [Name] had only felt once. The darkness surrounding this figure was made of their own grief, the loss of someone, or even, one’s self.

After another moment of silence, another moment of studying this person, this person who seemed to be studying [Name], it hit them.

They know who that is.

A hand slowly comes into [Name]’s vision, a soft hand with calluses from training. Ben’s hand. [Name] looks up to see Ben’s smiling face. Taking his hand, [Name] finds that his smile looks more like a smirk now and he starts to get into a fighting stance.

“Ready to go again?” Ben’s ignited his lightsaber and trains his eyes onto his opponent, [Name] standing there watching him closely.

They widen their stance and ignite their own lightsaber, only smiling before leaping into battle.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Ben’s voice is soft, hushed and full of panic. He’s kneeled next to [Name]’s shaking body. The tears leaving their body are heavy and abundant, leaving them heaving, curled into themselves.

When [Name] tries to speak, they find themselves incapable as they try and fail to catch a breath. Ben’s arms curl around their shaking body, pulling them into the warmth of his body.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. I’m here, I’m here,” He mutters gently into [Name]’s hair, holding their body just a little bit closer. Just a little bit tighter.

“What do you mean you could have more power?” [Name]’s voice rebounded off the trees around them.

“Snoke said that I have potential, that I could be more!” Ben’s voice became low but strong.

[Name] put their face in their hands, trying to rub out the frustration, before looking back up at Ben with a pointed stare.

“More than what? More than what we are now?” [Name] questioned loudly. “I am not sure what he is promising you, but I am sure that you don’t want to be a part of it!

“You don’t know what I want,”

“Apparently not if listening to Sith lords is what you want,”

“[Name], are you with me or against me?” Ben’s voice was weaker now, less sure. He held his hand out, hoping [Name] would take it.

“Ben, I will never be on the Dark side. And I would hope you wouldn’t either,” [Name]’s words seemed to reverberate through Ben’s skull, like they could echo in there forever.

Echoes of their past seemed to all rush back, filling [Name]’s mind with memories. As they looked into Kylo Ren’s mask, they felt his fear in the Force, his confusion, and most importantly, Ben.

They felt his recognition, he knew who they were. They felt his internal battle, this isn’t what Ben wants. They felt the dark side, but they also felt the light. Ben was still in there, and he was just begging to be let out.

[Name] took a careful step forward, a pleading look in their eyes as they looked at the mask man before them. Many stormtroopers lifted their blasters at the movement, to which Kylo signalled for them to lower them.

Kylo watched carefully, slowly reaching to his mask, pressing the release at the back. The faint hiss of his helmet seemed to echo in the vast hanger of the Star Destroyer. Despite the many stormtroopers surrounding the two of them, it was completely quiet, so when Kylo’s helmet hit the ground, the sound rang out across the hanger.

[Name]’s eyes quickly scanned Kylo’s face. Ben’s face. There was a scar, looked quite fresh, reaching from once side to the other, that was unfamiliar, but everything else was almost the same as the last time [Name] saw him. He looked a little older, more tired. But he still had the same eyes as Ben, the same eyes that held so much hope. Ben Solo’s eyes.

“Ben…” [Name] whispered. It was soft, unintentional but a plea none the less. [Name] wanted Ben back. Back in their arms, where he belonged.

That was all it took. One word and Kylo had moved from his looming position, running towards [Name] with a relieved look on his face. [Name] wasted no time in meeting him in the middle, running to the man they missed so much.

They met in the middle in a frantic grabbing of each other. Their hug was tight, warm, and freedom. Tears streaked down [Name]’s face as a received sigh came out of Ben.

“I missed you,” [Name] whispered into his ear.

“I thought I’d lost you,” Ben muttered sadly, holding them tighter.

“I can’t get enough of you,” [Name] smiled sadly, relief washing over them.

“Good,”

As they separate, they look around to see the First Order watching them, reminding them of where they are. [Name] looks down at Ben’s hand, before taking a breath and stepping back.

“Ben Solo, will you come with me?” [Name] held their hand out for him to take. “Will you leave the Order for me?”

Ben looks around, his brows furrowing before looking back at [Name]’s hand. He knew what this meant. There was no coming back from this, no going back to the Order. This meant joining the rebellion, facing everyone he has left and everyone he had wronged. But it also meant, [Name]. And he would take that trade off any day.

Grabbing their hand, he smiled at [Name]. This was the start of his life again, and he was not going to make the same mistakes again.

[Name] smiled back at him, tightening their grip on their hands before quickly turning around and running towards the Millennium Falcon.

“Chewy, get us out of here!”

The stormtroopers, who just seemed to come out of a daze, started to run after the two Jedi, shooting at the old ship. The two of them sent a Force pulse at the army as they were half way up the ramp, pushing the army back and stunning them for a few minutes. Closing the ramp, Chewbacca began the takeoff sequence. And as the two former Jedi initiates looked at each other, they were sent into hyperspace, leaving their connection to the First Order behind.

[Name] smiled at Ben, eyes shining.

“You picked me,” [Name] said, eyes fixed on the brown of Ben’s.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” Ben put simply, taking as step towards [Name], pulling them in by the waist.

Ben looked between their eyes before pulling them in for a sweet kiss. His soft lips made for an awfully good apology, [Name] figured. When they pulled apart, they couldn’t help the smiles that came on their faces.

They pulled each other for another embrace, this one of a promise. A promise to never leave each other. All of a sudden the felt another figure attach to them, this one a lot bigger and fluffier. Chewy let out a holler of something and they both laughed and let him join in. Maybe being away from everything isn’t what they need.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! If you want to be apart of any tag-lists let me know! <3333333

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Day 13: Lover, Peter Maximoff

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Fluff, mutual pining, 5 scenarios fic

Word count: 1897

Tw: Jim Carrey is awesome ty. Not proofread, written in two hours. Mutual pining. And they kiss.

Summary: Four times where Peter found himself having to restrain himself from kissing you. And the one time he finally acts on it.

“We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January And this is our place, we make the rules.”

The first time he fought the urge, was when you were returning from your home. After weeks at your family house; you had been picked up by Scott for a ride back to the mansion. He had insisted on coming along; hell, you had been friends for a while. He loved to annoy you.

But it has been short since he had come to the realisation that he might love you a tab bit more than just friends. And ever since that thought, he found it difficult to think about anything else, let alone be with you in the same room without doing stupid things.

Scott had told him he’d prefer if Peter would’ve picked you up - he’d be quicker regardless. But Peter insisted on the car. He said he was tired, but in all truth, he wanted to treasure every moment with you. And he wanted you to treasure it as well. No two second run to the mansion.

A good two hour car ride would do.

“And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?”

You had sat down in the car exhausted, quite ready to fall asleep. It had been late when Scott arrived, and you hadn’t gotten the time to go to sleep yet. Pyjamas and all, you found yourself in the backseat, Peter sat next to you.

You were staring out the window, your eyes slowly falling shut as you adjusted yourself in your seat. Your legs parted slightly, sinking in your seat.

You were too tired to even notice it, but the second your knee brushed Peter’s, a light feeling entered his stomach, and he had to stop himself from smiling at that exact moment.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And take me out, and take me home.”

He had offered his shoulder not long after that. And the feeling that had bugged him since that dreadful realisation weeks ago returned.

Your arms pressed against his, your knee still pressed against his, your gentle breathing in the crook of his neck.

Even if it was a simple goodnight kiss. That little press against your forehead, perhaps even the side of your head. It was all fairly innocent to him. But since that tiny urge, he felt it returning too often.

“You're my, my, my, my Lover.”

The second time was the Christmas celebration at the mansion, three days after you returned. New Year’s Eve had already been, but you and your friends decided to do something fun.

The day was spent on couches and pillows, watching old Christmas films and redecorating the halls. Everyone was in their ugly Christmas sweater, some which lit up, some which took ‘ugly’ to a whole new level.

Peter was sat on the couch, with you seated in front of him on the floor. Your back leaned against the bottom of the seat, Peter’s legs placed on either side of you.

“We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call.”

And then you looked up at him, silently asking for a handful of chips which he’d been chewing away continuously. He understood your gesture, he did.

But even from this - supposed - unflattering angle, you looked absolutely angelic to him. Your eyes filled with joy and hope, your hair filled with Christmas glitter and tassels that Jean dumped on you, your sweater lighting up the whole room. You were perfect.

And there was this adorable smile on your face. A smile that would keep replaying in his mind. And that was when he knew.

Instead of offering those chips, he should have leaned down as well.

“And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all.”

The third time was when you were preparing his little sister for a party. She had been excited to go, and asked for you specifically. You had agreed to do her hair and help her dress up.

But she had the attention span of, well; Peter. She sat quietly for a good five minutes before she began rambling and twisting with the ends of her hair. It wasn’t long after that when she started running around in her room.

For the first few seconds, you tried to run after her. But she was quick, and tiny. Before you knew it, she was downstairs, laughing a squealing in delight.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And take me out, and take me home Forever and ever.”

“She’s a minx,” you panted as you followed her downstairs, coming face to face with Peter, a huge smile on full display.

“Look how pretty she made me!” Lorna spoke proudly, twirling around in her dress. And then you started laughing too.

You looked like you had just ran a marathon, and Peter couldn’t have cared less. In that exact moment, he wished to simply run up to you and wrap you in his arms. Peppering your face in kisses until you were laughing so hard, you broke down crying in joy.

But he restrained himself, merely offering you a wink with a grin. That is the first you found yourself restraining as well.

“You're my, my, my, my Lover.”

The fourth time was during a simple dinner. At the mansion, you never held dinners in groups. You picked the food when you wanted to and simply sat down. But you and Peter always sat down together. Occasionally, others would join, but more often than not, the two of you would be alone. And late night dinners lead to good conversations. Conversations you wouldn’t be having otherwise.

“I would have never guessed?” Peter gasped in shock.

“Really?” You answered gleefully, your mouth still filled with spaghetti, though you held your hand in front of your mouth. “What’s not attractive about him?”

“I’m not saying I don’t get it,” The boy shook off. “I just didn’t think you’d have a childhood crush on Jim Carrey.”

“Who did you think, then?” You taunted, raising your eyebrows in humour.

“Me.” Peter deadpanned, not missing a beat. And then, another laugh tore from his throat.

“You’re hilarious.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover.”

“I mean, me and Jim Carrey are very much alike,”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Maximoff.” You snickered, rolling your eyes at him with a smile.

“He’s good looking, great hair, very charming, and-“ he halted for suspense, before standing up from his seat, spinning in dramatics before raising his eyebrows twice. “Extremely funny.”

“Don’t ruin Jim Carrey for me.” A warning.

“I’m just saying, I get it.”

“You are not like Jim Carrey.”

Peter looked at you with a challenging grin, walking closer to you. Leaning his elbow on the table, he looked you in the eyes, dead serious. Before pulling a funny face and starting his speech.

“You were good, kid, real good,” he mocked the Mask’s voice. “But as long as I’m around, you’ll always be second best. See?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shook your head in disgust. “Nope.”

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.”

“Don’t lie.”

“How long have you been practising that?” You wondered in between laughter, watching Peter sit down on the seat beside you.

“Didn’t have to. It’s a classic.” He returned, smirking in self accomplishment. In his mind, this was that moment. This was that exact moment he’d been waiting for.

You were happy, he was happy. And he was close. He could try. He could have grabbed your hand right there and then, gazing into your eyes for a short second, before slowly pulling you closer to him. His hands were itching - quite literally.

But he stood back up again, restraining himself once more. Never knowing that, if he tried, you would have let him.

“And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, Lover.”

That same night, you had stalked the mansion, something that seemed especially soothing to you. It felt safe, and the moonlight shone so beautifully through the window. It was quiet and dark, but it didn’t feel unpleasant. No lurking eyes or eerie feelings. It was safe.

You did this often. Usually before you’d go to bed. But now, it was 2AM and you were kept awake by that awful talk you had with Peter at dinner.

The worst part was that you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the moment, even the thought. But you hated the idea of what could have been. And you did not seem to be the only one.

“Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home Forever and ever.”

He knew you’d still be awake. He got out of his room specifically to catch you. He had been sitting on the uncomfortable bench for an hour and a half now. But when he finally heard you, he shot up, pretending to be walking as well.

You met him halfway, not even noticing his frame until you nearly bumped into him.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your eyelids heavy, but your mind still very much awake. You couldn’t stand to be around him at the moment. It felt unnecessarily awkward. It didn’t need to be. It simply felt like it. You felt yourself shrink under his gaze.

“Hi,” He whispered. A moment of silence followed. And for the first time since the two of you met, it seemed uncomfortable. You both hated it. But neither of you was going to speak up. Not until you acutely became aware of the silence.

“I see the resemblance between you and Carrey,” you ultimately spoke, swallowing that nervous lump in your throat. “You look better though.”

“You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my.”

And just like that, Peter simply broke.

Taking two long strides towards you, his left hand found your waist, while the other settled on your cheek. One final look was all he needed, before he finally leaned forward, capturing your lips in that long awaited moment.

Your hands found his arms, holding onto him gently as you let it wash all over you. Anxiety and panic left as if a fog was suddenly lifted. Uncertainty flew out, and before you knew it, you returned the kiss in equal fervour, the feeling too pleasant to let go this swiftly.

His lips were soft, but not unchapped. But perfectness be damned, you enjoyed every second of it. As you pulled away, you left your hand wrapped in his lips, smiling up at him with a relieved sigh.

“Three months and twelve days,” Peter uttered. “That’s how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You squeezed his hands tightly, offering him silent reassurance.

“Don’t you ever wait that long again.”

“Darling, you're my, my, my, my Lover.”

#november writings 2022 #Peter Maximoff #QuickSilver #evan peters #peter maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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The Ladybug Hoodie

So....this has been on my Wattpad forever and while making my masterlists, I realized, I never put it on here. Well...now it’s here! Like I stated in a previous post, I think I’m shadowbanned. (still can’t comment or DM anyone. Honestly don’t know if I’m getting messages or not.) If by June I haven’t heard anything, I will create another account and post my fics there. I will pin my new name on this account so you know.

Marinette was excited for school today. All the late nights, finally paid off and she had made sure to set at least ten alarms so she would be up early enough to meet Alya on the steps. She couldn't wait to see her friend's reaction. Marinette threw on some new clothes just for today and made sure to complete the look with a different hairstyle.

"What do you think Tikki?"asked the budding designer.

"It looks amazing, Marinette, and I have a new place to ride in!" giggled Tikki.

Marinette smiled, but it quickly faded. "Are you sure it's okay for me to wear this?" questioned her charge.

"Absolutely!" replied the Ladybug kwami, " You're hiding in plain sight and changing your hairstyle while wearing this was a really good idea."

"Thanks, Tikki. Well, we better get goin so I'm not late." answered Marinette, opening her small bag for her kwami to make herself right at home in.

"Where is that girl?" mumbled Alya, checking the clock on her phone.

"Chill out, you know she's always running late." responded Nino.

"I know, but she said she had a surprise and promised she'd be here early." complained the red head.

"The blueberry promised she'd be early?" asked Nino.

"Blueberry?" asked Adrien, "Who's a blueberry?"

Alya rolled her eyes. "The girl who is always late to class, told me she'd be here early with---" she started , but her sudden scream of joy caught the boys off-guard. Before they could ask, she took off down the stairs.

"Ladybug?" questioned Nino, only to hear his girlfriend ask, "Girl, where did you get this? Oh, is this what you've been working on?"

"Never mind, it's just Mari." he said, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, it's still our everyday ladybug." replied Adrien.

Nino put his hands up in defeat. "I swear, Alya would leave me to die, just for an interview with Ladybug." whined the DJ.

"You know she wouldn't do that." the model said, throwing his arm over his best friend, "She'd do it for an autograph."

"Hey!" he said, shrugging out of his best bud's arm, while Adrien chuckled. They noticed a crowd form around the girls and began to worry.

"Adrikins!" cried out Chloe, as she latched onto her childhood friend. "Uh, don't waste your time on her. I mean, who does that baker's daughter think she is? Moi? I mean look at her trying to gain attention! She'd do anything to be in the spotlight." commented Chloe, trying to get her crush to see reason.

Adrien slips out of his friend's grasp and replies, "Chloe, that isn't nice and Marinette isn't like that at all."

The Mayor's daughter rolls her eyes. "How childish can she get? She dresses like she should be in primary school!" she shouts.

"Marinette isn't childish!" the model defends, "She's--" Nino turns his head quickly as the girls finally move towards them and he only has one word for her "Adorable."

Chloe gasps in shock and Nino snickers at her pain. "As if anyone would be into that sorta thing!" she says, turning her nose up at the idea.

"I don't know." goads the DJ, " It looks like my boi is."

The mayor's daughter quickly turns around to see Adrien rushing over to her rival. "Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" Chloe exclaims, stomping away.

She glances back, as the group comes together. Chloe watches as a light blush forms on Adrien's cheeks, as he talks to the little bug, and a smile she hasn't seen since before his mother's disappearance forms across his face. She looks down at the clothing that she begged her father to purchase. She couldn't be like everyone else! She couldn't be childish! She had to proudly show off that her parents were better then everyone else's and yet, now she could only frown. She looked through every magazine her mother had been in and made sure she knew how to put together a mature look that was bound to get Adrien to look at her. Now, she could see, her mother's advice wouldn't work.

‘A lady must always hold herself above the rest. A lady must be mature and graceful. A lady couldn't be average or charm people with the appearance of a child.'

Chloe couldn't be cute or girly if she tried. With her attempt at growing up to show her mother she could be a lady, she had lost her youthful glow and childish charms. Marinette always had those charms and yet, she could make Adrien smile like she never could. Silently, she headed to her first class. She couldn't allow anyone to see her tears. That would comes later that night when Jean-Luke brought her chocolate, champagne, and Mr. Cuddly.

'A lady never cries and never lets others see when she crumbles.'

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vashslastdonut · 11 months

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trigun fanfiction ~ female reader ~ kind of reader/vash but also kinda reader/nick ~ cw/tw: light violence + blood from being punched lol

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He’s standing outside the door, running a hand back through his hair, feeling the back of his neck. His fingers are fast and nervous.

He raises a fist to the door and hesitates.

He can hear inside: laughter, voices; children running and playing.

His kids. His kids.

He rests his fist against the door, trying to steady his breathing.

(It’s been two years. He’s spent every night in a feverish repeat of the same dream: his children, his wife, pressed into his arms.)

He stares at the door.

Oh, she’ll hate him. She’ll hate him.

He hates himself.

You did it for her, he reminds himself, for her safety, for her and the kids.

The kids.

It had taken some time, but he finally resigned himself to the thought that he’d never actually get to see them again. That maybe, maybe, he’d bump into one of them on some city street someday, only half-recognizing the cut of their face, and that would be the last time he’d ever see any of them.

It was an impossible stroke of dumb luck that he was safe enough to be standing here now.

If you don’t knock now, he told himself, you’ll never get up the nerve, you’ll stand here forever.

He knocked.

“I’ll get it,” he heard from inside - her voice, her voice - and the footsteps come up to the door.

He stands very still. His muscles tense - his hair stands on edge -

and nothing happens. The door stays shut.

The kids go quiet.

He can hear voices now - quiet, whispering. It sounds like she’s crying.

Of course she’s crying. He flexes his fingers. He was gone for two years. He hasn’t even met their youngest child.

“I’ll get it,” a gruff voice says. He barely has time to register it before the lock clicks open and Nick slides out, keeping himself tight against the door and the doorframe.

He closes the door behind him and leans against it. Lights a cigarette.

Vash stares at him.

Nick stares past him.

“What the heck, Spikey?” he says softly, exhaling a steady cloud of smoke.

Vash spreads his hands. “I’m back.”

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

“So. How’ve you been?” he asks awkwardly.

Nick shrugs. “Pretty good. You?”

“I’ve been alright.”

They stand in silence for a moment.

“I didn’t think you were Ever coming back,” Nick says. He exhales again.

“Me neither,” says Vash, quietly.

“You really hurt her,” Nick says. His tone darkens, just a bit.

Vash’s face droops. “I know.”

“You left her with a lot of kids to take care of. All by herself.”

“I know. Yeah, I know.”

Nick takes a long inhale. Lets it out. The air clouds in front of his face.

“How are the kids?” Vash asks. His cheeks are red, his heart hammering.

Nick stares at him.

“They’re good,” he says.

Vash shuffles his feet and asks the question that’s been bugging him for the past two years. “Do they… remember me?”

Nick smirks behind his cigarette.

“No offense, Vash,” he says, “but you were gone for two years.”

Two years. Two years.

He’s never even met his youngest.

He hesitates, hovers - will Nick even let him inside? Will Nick even let him see the kids?

Well, it’s not up to Nick.

His palms sweat.

“How is she?” he asks, quietly, his head dipping down.

“She’s good,” Nick says.

They stand in silence. Nick smokes.

Vash rubs at the back of his head.

“Can I - see her? Can I see… them?"

And he shouldn’t be asking Nick that, of all people. What say does Nick have over it?

But he remembers - he entrusted his family to his friends. To Nick, Meryl, Milly. Of course Nick would be protective. Especially since he did leave like that - hurt his family like that. Of course Nick would be protective.

Nick stares at him.

“Let me check,” he says, and slips back inside.

Vash waits.

(She's just behind the door, her eyes wide, her breath ragged. Nick grabs her shaky hands.

“You good?” he whispers.

She breathes and nods. He presses her hands to his lips.

“He wants to see you,” he whispers.

She breathes and presses her face into his neck, wrapping her arms around his back. He hugs her, kisses the top of her head.

“He’ll know,” she sobs. “He’ll know.”

“Yeah. He’ll know. But - but he has to know, eventually.”

She shoves her face deeper into his neck.

“I wish he WAS dead,” she hisses, and Nick taps the back of her neck.

“No, don’t say that,” he murmurs.

She pulls her face out of his neck.

“Let him in,” she decides. “I’ll get the kids.”

Nick watches her walk towards the bedrooms, a deep sway in her heavily-laden frame.

He sighs and swings open the door.)

“Come in.”

Vash steps inside, slowly, gratefully, ducking his head at the doorway. His boots clonk on the hardwood floor. He looks out of his element.

There’s a small commotion as the children come out of their rooms. Five of them, varying heights, all with the same blonde hair.

They bounce and ripple and stare up at Vash, their eyes wide.

Vash drops to his knees.

He recognizes each of them, their names, their faces - they’re so big now, so grown - but the smallest one has an unfamiliar face. The baby he never met.

He’s on his knees.

The eldest two, the twins, are eight years old now; they were six when he last saw them. Surely they remember him? But there’s only a dim flicker of recognition in their eyes.

The others, concerned, gather around the adults’ legs: some to Nick, some to -

some to her.

He freezes. He can see her legs.

Looks up, up, his eyes traveling up to her face. She’s looking at him.

He chokes out her name, jumping to his feet. He grabs for her without even thinking, his gloves rough on her cheeks. "My love -"

Her eyes shimmer and shine, the tears big and unshed.

“Hi, Vash,” she whispers.

He folds her in his arms - tries to - and she squirms away.

She squirms away.

He stares at her, horrified, and she nods at the children.

He understands. He kneels down again.

“Hey,” he whispers. His head feels light. “Hey. Hi, do you remember me?” He can still feel their warm bodies in his arms. He can still feel them grabbing at his fingers.

The twins glance at each other - they do remember him, but the memories are hazy - but the other children press tighter against her and Nick, confused.

Nick points to him.

“Kids, look,” he says. “It’s Vash the Stampede.”

They gasp.

The braver ones move forward, fascinated; the more timid ones stay tight against the safe zone.

“Vash the Stampede?” one says, reaching out to feel his hair. “Like from the posters!”

“Yes. Like from the posters.”

He’s containing himself as best he can, feeling her little hand pat his head. He wants to scream, cry, vomit, pass out.

He glances over at Nick, who has a hand on each of the twins’ heads.

“Do you remember me?” he asks them directly, hopefully.

“A little bit,” says one of them. He picks at the hem of Nick’s jacket.

Vash gives a big smile. “Well, that’s good news! Glad to hear I’m not completely forgotten around here!”

The room is silent. The kids stare.

“Who is that?” one kid whispers.

“Your dad,” she tells them, quietly.

Their eyes go wide. “Dad? But - but Dad is right there?”

“Common misunderstanding!” Vash cuts in. “I’m actually your real dad!!”

The child’s eyes are huge. They wrap themself around her leg.

“Mommy?” they blurble. “Is Daddy -”

“Shh.” She picks them up and rocks them back and forth, gently. “Shh.”

Vash has been dreaming and dreaming and dreaming of this. Of his kids running happily into his arms. Of his wife pressing herself to him, warm and happy.

He glances to the twins again, desperately. They just stare right past him.

Vash stands up.

He leans towards Nick.

“Nick?” he says, quietly. “What have you told these kids about me?”

Nick doesn’t break his gaze.

“The truth,” he says.

“And that excludes that I’m their dad?”

“Kids,” she says, quickly. “Time for bed. Come on. Let’s go. Time for bed.”

She herds the kids into their rooms as Vash breathes hard and Nick lights another cigarette.

He’s cut back on smoking, so so much, ever since he became a dad. He must be really stressed now. She tries to catch his eye as she hurries back.

“After everything,” Vash is saying, “you try to take my kids from me? You tell them about me, but not who I am?”

“Vash,” she says, her voice finally steady, “it was for their own protection. I know you understand that. The less tied they are to Vash the Stampede, the better.”

“They’re scared of me!”

“With good reason!”

He’s open-mouthed at that, staring slack-jawed and wordless. “Excuse me?!”

Nick cuts in.

“Vash, I’m sorry. But. you did leave for two years.”

“Barely even a note,” she adds. “I thought you were never coming back. I thought you were dead or something, eventually. Obviously not wanting to be a part of their lives. So, why bother keeping your memory alive in them?”

Vash turns three shades of red and sputters for speech.

“That,” he says, finally, “is the most hateful, hurtful thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well! It’s the TRUTH. Five kids, Vash, without a word of warning.”

“I know you read my letter - I had to. Oh, I wanted to stay more than anything, but -”

“You can’t even make excuses for this! ‘I did it all to protect you’ - we were FINE before! All you did was break my heart, Vash! All you did was leave me alone.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Five kids,” she says again.

She sways a bit, and sits down heavily. Her robe shifts a bit.

Her hands brush over the bulge in her stomach, tugging the fabric back over herself, but it's too late. Vash sees.

His forehead folds as his brain rushes -

“No,” he says.

He looks over at Nick. Nick is lighting another cigarette, his eyes on the ground.

“Two years, Spikey,” he says.

Vash is breathing hard, breathing hard - and his children are afraid of him and his wife won’t touch him and -

“How could you,” he breathes, and before he knows it, his metallic fist has made contact with Nick’s face, slamming him back against the wall.

“How could you?!” he shouts, his vision flashing red, his heartrate spiked. “How could you BETRAY me like this?! I left my family with you because I trusted you -”

“Nick!” she screams, rushing towards him and catching him as he slumps.

“I’m okay,” he tells her. “I’m okay, I’m okay -”

“What the HECK, Vash.” She turns her angry eyes towards him. “What was that for?!”

“My family!” Vash shrieks. “I leave my family with you - I ENTRUST you with my family - and this is what you do?! Knock up my wife?! Take my kids as your own?! KNOCK UP MY WIFE?!”

“My wife!” Nick screams back. “MY WIFE! MY FAMILY! You can’t abandon them out of the blue and expect that they’ll still claim you!”

“It was two years,” she is saying, quietly. Vash goes silent to listen. Nick shuts up, too. “Two years. That’s a long time. And I had four kids and one newborn and I was sick and exhausted and next thing I knew, Nick was there. Nick’s always been there for me.”

Vash is breathing hard, staring down at his shaky hands.

“But I love you,” he says to his lap. “I love you. I love our kids. I -”

“Maybe you should go,” she says. She has a handkerchief she’s pressing to Nick’s cut, bloody lip. “Please. Just let us have our house back.”

"Our" house? It didn't belong to her and Nick. It belonged to her and Vash. They’d lived in that house together for so long. Raised their babies there.

Vash stares at her.

She’s so pregnant. She’s leaning against Nick, her arm around his shoulders, his baby inside of her.

“Vash. Please. Get out.”

He takes a long, long shuddering breath. And leaves.

The door slams shut behind him and she helps Nick to the couch, really starts attending to his broken face. Vash hit him good.

“Maybe we were too harsh,” Nick mumbles as she gently cleans off the blood.

“Maybe.” She places a bandage.

He watches her hands. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you too.” She kisses the top of his head, feeling his hair sweaty under her lips.

#trigun fanfic #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader

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dearsnow · 1 year

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hey love :) i just read Jaces Girl and am begging for a part 2 if you have any ideas !!

ENOUGH FOR YOU

- aegon finally spills his guts to the person he has loved for years, and you don’t know how to handle it. (aegon targaryen x gn!reader x technically jace but he’s not in this part, angst)

Part 1

a/n - should i make more parts 😳 i never expected this to get much attention at all but now i’m considering writing multiple endings

The sound of happy children couldn’t be more grating on Aegon’s ears. It’s joyous and light and reminds him of better times, before he grew up and before he knew the reality of the world. Before he turned to drinking and fucking to get his mind off of the person he’d loved since before he discovered that love is something he wants. God, how he wishes he figured himself out earlier.

You’re crouched by the dappled light of a tree, wiping a crumb off of the corner of Jace’s little brother’s mouth. Of course it’s Jace’s little brother. He stares down at you, conflict creating a pit in his stomach.

Fuck it, he thinks. He’s already dug himself this far, might as well get on with it. You’re moving away soon. Your transfer request to another college had been accepted, so what’s the harm in upsetting someone you’ll only see once a year at family Christmas and maybe the occasional summer barbecue?

You’re Jace’s, though. You always have been. You looked at him with starry eyes while Aegon stared at you like a lovesick puppy. He’s tried to get your attention, doing everything he possibly could to make you love him. For a while, he thought it worked. You hung out with him more and even gave him a kiss on the cheek, causing his face to turn fire-engine red. Then, of course, Jace had to ruin everything by asking you on a date. After that, he rarely saw you.

He steps forward, and you take notice of him for the first time that day.

“Aegon! I feel like we haven’t talked in forever, what’s up?” Your voice rings, and he takes it in like a man starved.

“I was hoping we could talk. Privately.” He jams his thumb over his shoulder, referring to a little section of his garden you often played in as children.

You feel wheels turning in your mind, but you can’t exactly pinpoint why your stomach flips. It’s just Aegon. Your boyfriend’s unfortunate uncle, though he’s more like a relatively close cousin. He leads you to your secret spot, and you’re instantly transported into your childhood.

You know every nook and cranny of a house that isn’t yours. You’re rooting for bugs with Helaena, fake sword-fighting with Aemond, and playing duck-duck-goose with Aegon- though it’s really just an excuse for him to chase you around. Jace is there, sometimes, and so is Luke. It feels so warm and nostalgic that you almost lose yourself in it until Aegon clears his throat.

He can barely breathe. The beer he drank earlier is pounding in his head, and looking at your dreamy disposition, you’re not totally there either. He wipes the palms of his hands on his shirt and takes a breath.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for so long. God, not in a platonic way either- I’m in love with you. And if you’ll have me, I want to be yours.”

Your eyes widen. Fireworks are going off in your mind and alarm bells are blaring and you can just barely stutter out a sentence. “Aegon, I’m with Jace. You know that.” You sympathize.

It hurts to see how shattered he looks, like nothing you can ever do will put his hope back together again.

You suspected he was into you for a while, but you never knew it was anything more than a fool’s crush. You certainly never believed he was actually in love with you.

“But I can treat you right, I swear I can. I’ll- I’ll stop drinking, I won’t sleep around, I promise I won’t, I can be better than him. I’ll do anything, just please,” he grabs your hand, “please just let me be yours for once in your life.”

Tears are budding in his eyes now, but he doesn’t care. He only cares about the ones now falling down your cheeks.

“I can’t. We can’t. This- us- we won’t work out.” The lump in your throat is threatening your comprehensibility. You feel so bad for him, for Jace, even for yourself. You don’t know what to do.

“At least consider it.” He begs. “I can be enough for you.”

“Just give me a moment. A lot of moments. Maybe a day or two.” You wipe your salty cheeks, resolving to figure it out. “I need time to process this. And I need to tell Jace. So please, just give me time.”

He nods, fists clenched. He can’t stand the fact that you’re not dropping everything to be with him, though he never expected you to in the first place. He’s a broken, broken man.

But he still nods, and you nod, and in that silent garden, he hopes for the future.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

Taglist: @m00nkn1ghts @mmmimilan @its-halleys-comet @savagemickey03 @panelhone @persephonesportal (read part one if you’re confused ^^)

#solar eclipse.#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #hotd #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #modern hotd

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luviestarz · 1 year

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txt pt 4

HOW TXT TELLS YOU THEY'RE IN THE MOOD

💌 — when you listen to their songs ; ot5 txt

—｛🎂｝MEMBER LOOKING AT YOU; W/ TUBATU

txt choi line - they get jealous

ㅡ txt when you fall asleep on another member

warning: yandere - beomgyu

“nothing. without you– i’m… nothing.” + beomgyu (yandere)

[ #eadcc3 ] — choi beomgyu (yandere)

dom!gyu being on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with one arm, holding your jaw with the other while he's towering over you. you're being pounded mercilessly, looking at the gorgeous face right above you when he smirks at you and tells you to open your mouth <3

alone time | choi soobin - smut

back into you - choi beomgyu

beomgyu is a sweetheart and you just want to be his friend

YANDERE!BEOMGYU

non-idol! choi beomgyu x widow(er)! reader. (yandere)

clingy beomgyu. | soft thoughts

· ° . ࿐𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 | C.BG

when the love of a best friend exceeds, it’s time to confess to him first. however, you never knew he had fallen for you from the very start.

call you later - beomgyu

beomgyu swears women fall at his feet and he's in fact, single by choice—what better way to prove this to you than collecting the numbers of random people on the street?

[ BIRTHDAY CAKE. ] c. beomgyu

in which, beomgyu and you struggle to make a cake for beomgyu’s birthday.

dry humping w/ beomgyu <3

how txt will teach you how to suck or ride their dick...

ㅡ sick - beomgyu

perv gyu

forever only you. - beomgyu

when an old friend draws your attention away from your boyfriend, he can’t help but get jealous

[🐯] i got you - beomgyu

STUPID LOVE ( choi beomgyu ) ˶ 𓈒𓍼

you've been in love with choi beomgyu since 8th grade but you never said anything to him, fearing it'll ruin your friendship with one of your friends, who mysteriously likes him too, but what if one day at a party he kisses you and now you can't stop thinking about him and act as if nothing happened?

the ole pervert neighbor trope - beomgyu

as you are struggling to carry a load of laundry across the parking lot back to your apartment, your neighbor spots you - short shorts, ass swaying left to right... and comes to the conclusion that it would be wrong to follow you back to your place.

...right?

collaborating with txt.

as an idol, there are many opportunities for you to express yourself via music. this also means collaborating with others with the same interests as you

COFFEE, choi line (txt) comforting you ♡

txt reacting to you freaking out about a bug.

M𝗶LK & C𝗢𝗢K𝗶𝗘S! ── DOMESTiC ACTS.

Milkshakes - beomgyu

retro “date” with beomgyu

txt’s reaction to their s/o being asked out ⋆˚｡⋆↯˚

totally unlabeled kisses - beomgyu

in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

the suitor. - beomgyu

despite being one in five suitors for your royal highness, prince beomgyu makes it his mission to have you fall in love with him.. even if it means being clingy

white dress - beomgyu

red string of fate - soobin

you live in a world where soulmates existed. everyone is connected by an invisible string, it decides if that person is the one for you or not. the only moment you can see the string is when you've realized your feelings for the right person, your soulmate.

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ [4:04 pm] - soobin

(so tell me more) about love - yeonjun

after the success of his valentine's day love letter, yeonjun has only one chance to win y/n over...can he do it? or will he screw things over?

photobooth. - beomgyu

even though you and beomgyu have been together for three months, you two have yet to share a kiss. on his day off, the two of you venture outside and come across a photo booth. perhaps a few pictures might finally motivate the both of you to take action.

you fall asleep on another member’s shoulder ♡

glitter. ☆ : ･ﾟ✧ *

as you find yourself stuck on a deserted island, you meet five boys who happened to be living there. you begin to notice something different about the boys as you attempt to find a way back home. with no sense of boundaries and strange glitter all over their bodies, your curiosity of who or what these boys are peaks. you begin getting close to the strangers, them helping you on your journey, but it leads you into a spiral of your own thoughts and emotions. now feeling some sort of connection to the five boys, the question begs: will you even end up leaving? if not, which boy makes you stay?

storage room smooch - yeonjun

you want to show your super sporty and athletic boyfriend yeonjun just how supportive you can be.

7 minutes in heaven with txt

yandere beomgyu

sub bully yandere. Tries bullying you for attention but fails horribly after you responds back even worse

beomgyu : video games

tipsy beomgyu (m)

*ೃ unconventional sex

synopsis. where they'd like to fuck outside of the boring ol’ bedroom.

☾.⋆*･.10:21 p.m. (m) — choi soobin

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

gamer/streamer!choi beomgyu x f!reader

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Confessions

TW: Smut. Language. Alcohol.

SUMMARY: You are endorsed by your friends to finally tell her how you feel…

Kiara Carrera x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1500

*Requested*

Confessions

Beauty was subjective in all things but Kiara Carrera. She exuberated confidence and passion in every word, breath, even blink, and it has captivated you since the moment you’d met her. And yet, no matter how she showcased this one-of-a-kind intoxication, it had enveloped you with intimidation. Not from her, personally, however, but in the fear you had to taint your friendship in the process.

“You should go for it!” JJ encouraged as you looked up from your cup, having only taken a handful of sips since it had been poured for you well over an hour prior.

“Are you kidding me? She’s completely in love with John B…”

“Come on, they’ve always been just friends. I mean if it hasn’t happened by NOW…” JJ teased as you rolled your eyes before you both adored her from afar. That was the thing about Kiara, she had a way of making everyone entranced. Whether it was when she spoke of recycling or took your order at The Wreck, a place you frequenced just to see her, she had everyone hooked since the first word. And you weren’t only the exception, you were borderline addicted.

“Maybe, but she doesn’t see me anymore than a friend, J…” You kicked the loose dirt beneath your feet as you couldn’t help but look up to her again. Ethereal and inviting as always, taunting you with the ‘what-if’ of chances not taken.

“Don’t know unless you try…” He shrugged as you let out a sigh as he was forced to continue in his unwavering support,but doing so in a way that was classic “Maybank fashion”.

“Yeah you’re right though…I mean what WOULD she see in you? You’re beautiful and funny, smart as hell. But don’t worry, I’m sure someone else will take REALLY good care of her for ya…” He pushed himself onto his soles as you glared.

“J!”

“Just saying, girls like Kie won’t wait around forever…Worst you can do is know…” Finally, he took his leave as you were left dissecting his words. And yet each time you would convince yourself to take the stride across the party and pull her into a private conversation to confess the swell of your heart whenever she was near, you would talk yourself out just as quickly.

“You doing okay over here?” Her voice made your mouth dry immediately, a situation rectified once you looked up to her to find her mouthwatering in her chosen attire, and of course, the care she gave to those closest to her, which at this fortunate moment, had been you.

“JJ bugging you again?” You rolled your eyes, laughed off the comment, before she took a seat beside you.

“Is there uh…is there someone you were hoping to see?” You had constructed this question carefully to keep from making her uncomfortable by putting her on the spot while also allowing your desperations to get the best of you.

“Well I DO think I’m talking to the coolest girl here, so…” She playfully nudged into your shoulder before asking you the same question.

“You…” She set her hand over her heart.

“Aww, we’ll I’ve done my job then…” You nodded before feeling her presence; her perfume, the trace of her leg just brushed against your own, even the soft breeze blowing her hair against your skin-it was all too much as JJ’s words stuck in your mind.

“Kie?”

Directing her attention to you, you suddenly lost every ability to speak. This was it. The moment you’d wanted and dreaded in equal measure. Then before you could stop yourself, the words left your mouth.

“I like you too.” You bowed your head in dismay, feeling as if she was either feigning ignorance to let you down slowly or was genuinely unaware that you meant the words deeper than they’d been given in utterance.

“No, Kie...I…I LIKE you…I have for so long that I don’t think I ever didn’t…And I know this might screw everything up, but I just HAD to tell you because I can’t be near you without wanting to touch you or hold you and…hear about the sea turtles and I just-” A soft hand directed to your cheek now pulled you to the most gentle kiss you had never experienced. And yet, you could only respond with disbelief.

“I thought you said you liked me.” She teased, sensing your reservation as you nodded.

“SO much…” You swallowed nervously as she bit her bottom lip before standing on her feet and extending her hand to you.

“Why don’t you show me?” Her coquettish expression pulled your thighs together in a way you’d never quite experienced before. Those full lips set in an extended pout with brows lifted to offer a challenge had you on your feet before you could comprehend that this had been your reality. After all this time, and after a simple confession, Kiara Carrera had felt the same about you.

Making your way inside the Chateau, you passed upon JJ, who was entertaining his own ‘conquest’ before giving you a graphic display of approval, before you were taken inside the bedroom in the far back of your unofficial home.

“Kie?” You asked as she hesitated before making her way fully into the room.

“I’m uh, kinda nervous…” You had been with other girls and she knew this, even supported it with protests to anyone who dared cast any form of judgment in your direction. And yet, with her, it would be different. Almost as if it had been the first time.

She moved towards you, closing the distance between you while guiding her fingers through your hair, pulling a loose strand behind your ear.

“I’ll be gentle.” And with this, you were pulled into the bedroom, the door closed rather aggressively before you had her between your hands.

You wanted so desperately to drop to your knees and kiss the reasons you adored her between her thighs, proving that you could take care of her, and yet, you struggled between that and also wanting to savor the moment. Every kiss. Every touch. Every breath made short by a growth in passion in every interaction.

Then her fingers reached beneath your shirt, chilling your skin with exhilaration before her lips cracked into a smirk to know this effect she had on you. You would then tease her own, unable to comprehend how her skin could feel so soft, before it had awoken something from within you as you guided her to the bed. Pushing her slowly down until she was on her back, your bodies intertwined for only a moment, you would proceed to kiss down her body as she removed her shirt and left herself nearly exposed to you.

“So perfect…” You confessed as she blushed before moving back up to her elbows while your fingers teased her pants. Although you were pulsating by the way she looked at you, those eyes large and accepting of your recent confession, you wanted to make this moment about her. You wanted her to know just how much you wanted her, and so you would do just that.

“Shit…” She breathed to the feeling of your breath to her thigh as you brought your thumb over her clit, inciting the most beautiful moans you’d never heard.

“Please don’t stop…” She whined as her endorsement brought you to dispose of her panties entirely, satisfied with the darkening at their center in knowing she wanted you in return. Tossing them away, you then moved to her heat, kissing softly up either of her thighs before teasing a finger at her entrance in the same moment that she would feel your tongue at her clit.

You could spend hours luxuriating in her. The way her body reacted, those sweet yet sultry moans, the way her whimpers spoke your name in the silence. It was euphoric without so much as a touch to yourself, a detail that was becoming more desperate by the second.

“OH God! I’m gonna come!” She sang as you quickened the speed of your fingers and the whips of your tongue before feeling her body buckle beneath your strides.

“FUCK!” This single curse was enough to draw the smile across your lips as you were now pulled onto the bed along with her, whatever clothes now left in a unified pile upon the floor, before she would offer you the same pleasure you allowed her. However, where you had been selfless in your endless endeavor, knees aching from the hardwood yet ambition too focused to care, she would direct her focus to a mutual release. Pulling you into that well-sought scissoring position, she began to move against you, the friction and the mutual wetness leading you both to sing a similar song of pleasure and desperation.

“Kie…” He whined.

“Me too! Shit!” She whimpered, reaching a second orgasm as you were well on the edge of your first, the motions quickening and everything becoming too intense to allow chivalry to lead. Cursing out each other’s names and fisting the sheets beneath you both, you would be temporarily consumed by the spiral of your release as she was quick to follow.

“Oh. My. God…” She spoke in finality once laying back upon the bed, crawling towards you as you attempted to gather your breathing.

“In case it wasn’t clear…I’ve liked you for a while too…” You both chuckled to this before finding the most passionate of kisses on the edge of your breathlessness. Finally, Kiara Carrera was yours and you would treasure her, always…

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 2 years

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YOI meta: How the beach scene solves the conflict in episode 12

Ever since I first watched Yuri!!! On Ice, its ending has been bugging me because the conflict between Yuuri and Viktor never felt truly resolved. It was during yet another rewatch when I finally discovered that Yuuri and Viktor indeed make up in a way that doesn’t require any further elaboration between the two of them. And it happens right before Yuuri's free skating.

But let's first make a short trip back to episode 4 when Viktor drags Yuuri to the beach after avoiding him. Their conversation reveals that Yuuri hates it when people pressure him and treat him as if he’s weak. Viktor then asks what kind of persona Yuuri wants him to take on, indicating that he's used to that kind of thing. Yuuri strongly rejects the idea of Viktor taking on any role for him at all because he wants Viktor to be himself.

“I want you to stay who you are, Viktor. I’ve always looked up to you. I ignored you because I didn’t want you to see my shortcomings. I’ll make it up to you with my skating!”

While Yuuri is unaware of his feelings for Viktor at this point in the story, these words are nothing but his love language. For half his life, he admired Viktor from afar and wanted to get to know the man behind the dazzling façade. There are recurrent hints throughout the series that Viktor was lonely and depressed before Yuuri and that Yuuri is the first person showing an interest in the human Viktor Nikiforov. Thus, Yuuri telling Viktor to be himself is big because he gives Viktor the space to be himself.

From the conversation on the beach, Viktor can infer two things that will become important later:

Yuuri deeply cares for Viktor's well-being.

Anxiety and self-esteem issues prompt Yuuri to act in ways that defy common sense and might result in Yuuri denying himself what he desires most (at least at first glance).

Viktor's insight boils down to the following line, which represents his love language:

“I won’t let you off easily, then. That’s my way of showing my love.”

The beach scene defines their relationship and their unique love language. Technically, it's the pivotal point of their love. The promise they give each other enables them to thrive as human beings: Viktor needs a space where he can be himself and Yuuri needs someone who stops him from denying himself his dreams, and both find this in one another.

Now fast-forward to episode 12!

In his misery, Viktor is blind to Yuuri’s true intentions (I explore certain aspects of Viktor’s reaction to Yuuri's declaration to retire in greater detail here). Whether he doesn’t want to return to competition because he found a new purpose in coaching or only wants to come back if Yuuri continues skating, or his reasons are a convoluted mess that includes these aspects is of little relevance in the face of the anguish Yuuri’s decisions unleash. Viktor is hurting because the idea of returning to a sport that caused burnout and depression while never seeing Yuuri skate / never coaching Yuuri again kills him from the inside.

However, Yuuri is gloriously unaware of Viktor’s struggles. In addition, his core issue “never being enough” caused by his short programme scores distorts the conclusions he draws from Viktor’s behaviour, which cements his decision to retire. He’s well aware he stole Viktor from the sport, as numerous people pointed it out to him throughout the series. He knows Viktor dodged all questions about comeback and retirement. He saw Viktor watching the other skaters with interest. He feels (or believes to feel) that a part of Viktor wants to return to the ice. And no matter how strongly his mental issues influence him, he isn’t entirely wrong.

“I don’t want to end it here, Viktor. I want to be in figure skating with you forever. But your staying on as my coach means slowly killing you as a competitive skater.”

Viktor once had a love for the ice, it only needs to be reignited. No one knows this better than Yuuri who months ago, was close to retiring himself - a sentiment that stuck with him for a long time because he thought he isn’t good enough for the sport. He only kept going because, through Viktor’s help, he started trusting in himself. Yuuri doesn’t want Viktor to neglect his own passion any longer because of him. Even though Viktor can’t see it right now, Yuuri’s decision to sacrifice his career for his love issues from his agape. However, by choosing retirement, Yuuri acts against his own desire.

Before his final skate, Yuuri reaches out to Viktor, resorting to their conversation on that day on the beach. (Note that in ep. 4 Viktor reached out when Yuuri was in distress—oh how I love the symmetry!) On a surface level, his words refer to Viktor’s pep talk, but like so often in Yuri!!!, there are layered meanings. As Yuuri reminds Viktor of the promise they gave each other that day on the beach, Viktor finally understands that Yuuri made his decision out of love.

However, eight months with his nervous katsudon have taught Viktor to recognise when Yuuri is self-sabotaging and he has gained a basic understanding of how Yuuri’s mental issues impact him. He knows Yuuri loves the ice and so he doesn’t let Yuuri take the easy way out.

This is an appeal to Yuuri's competitiveness and I will die on this hill. With that free skating Yuuri just delivered, he threw down the gauntlet and Viktor accepts the challenge, appealing to Yuuri's ambition and competitiveness as competing against Viktor has always been Yuuri's dream. Ingenious bastard!

Here, Viktor ignites the spark in Yuuri to stay in competition. I don't buy that he used Yurio for this. He's not manipulative. Yurio only infers from Viktor's distress that his greatest rival plans to retire and gets mad. Yurio beating Yuuri by a hair's breadth is the last straw to make Yuuri change his mind.

It's the promise from the beach scene that ends Yuuri and Viktor's conflict and elevates their relationship to an even higher level where Viktor can thrive as his true self as coach and competitor while Yuuri doesn't need to forgo his greatest dream of competing against Viktor. It's a perfect ending for each character arc as well as their arc as a couple and all it required was a reminder of the pivotal point of their love for each other.

Episode 12 portrays both the inner struggles of Yuuri and Viktor as well as their love with painful acuteness. Even though they know each other well, even though they share life and love, their situation at the end of episode 11 ignites a conflict that brings both their issues to the front. Given the circumstances, they handle the entire situation with amazing maturity whereas other adult couples would have split up. And they solve it beautifully by using their unique love language, thus giving each other what they need. "I want you to stay who you are" and "I won't let you off easily", indeed.

This discovery totally reshaped my conflicted feelings about the ending into a sense of satisfaction and closure, knowing that Yuuri and Viktor will continue growing and thriving together and that they have the means to solve every crisis that might occur. As a fan, I couldn't wish for a better ending and I have the greatest respect for the creators that they solved the conflict so swiftly given the limited time frame.

Every time I think it's impossible to love this show even more, I discover something that proves me wrong.

If you enjoy my meta posts, please consider giving my blog a follow or checking out my works on AO3(link in bio). You will find the results of my meta musings in there!

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi meta #my yoi meta #yurionice #yuri on ice meta #viktor nikirofov #katsuki yuuri #viktuuri #anime #yuuri x victor #if you struggle with how episode 12 wraps things up this is for you #episode 12 is all about Yuuri's and Viktor's agape #I explore this in detail in my viktuuri fic CYHMH #plot analysis

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smallraindrops-blog · 2 years

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Wake Me From This Dreaming

Part 13.5

(Hypnos POV)

Word counts: 3.2

Hypnos x WMFTD!Y/N

Warnings: Trauma, abuse, kissing, cursing, implied intimacy, no beta.

Notes: First off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been waiting for WMFTD. You are the most patient readers ever. This part is shorter but I hope you guys enjoy it. Will try to have the next part out sooner.

The Masterlist

A star took a single trembling breath and Hypnos was born.

His hand was already in his twin’s. Somehow he already knew their name. Thanatos. Brother.

A cool hand brushed his curls off his face and he looked up to his mom’s face, pale and cool but softened with a warm smile. Her golden eyes were brighter than the stars that surrounded them.

“Hello, little Hypnos.” She whispered.

That was what Hypnos remembered at the start of everything.

The armband felt too heavy for him, too big for his small arm. The golden flowers -poppies, Hypnos reminded himself. His mom called them poppies.- gleamed in the candlelight. Thanatos grabbed his arm with a frown, his brow furrowed in concern.

“It's supposed to help.” Hypnos said with a nervous giggle. Lord Hades didn’t stop yelling for what seemed forever after Hypnos had accidentally put him to sleep.

Again.

He wasn’t aware that even his soft humming could do that. At least, the look Queen Persephone gave him made him stop yelling. The young goddess was the only one who could do that.

“Okay.” Thanatos said quietly. There was a hint of doubt but he didn’t voice it.

Then he tilted his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “Mom- mother Nyx says that we are growing into our powers. She is going to take me to the surface soon. So I can see what mortals are like when they are alive.”

Hypnos blinked and his smile grew. “Do you think I can come?”

Shades or mortals were so odd. Many looked like themselves, others were broken apart bodies or just void. He wondered if said something about the shades’ souls, who they were in life.

It amused Hypnos. Such odd beings.

Charon didn't like them. His oldest brother would sigh, tipping his hat up with a finger in thought.

The weeping. He told them, it just never stops.

Thanatos perked up, looking less nervous.

He and Hypnos never knew what to do about the crying either but at least they could look at each other with faint confused smiles and a shrug before returning to playing or sleeping.

Thanatos took Hypnos' hand, his palm clammy and not as small as it used be and tugged Hypnos along the long winding halls. It bugged Hypnos a little that his twin was getting taller and bigger than him.

It only started once they came to the house.

Hypnos still didn't know how he felt about the house. It felt too big and too small at the time. He missed the stars and cool darkness.

He wanted to return to it - but his mom-mother Nyx, he reminded himself. Hypnos was always having to remind himself of stuff now. And he didn't like it- had said this was their home now.

His mom used to hold them close in her arms, her pale skin cool against his cheek. She hadn't since they came here. He missed it.

Hypnos was leaning towards not liking the house.

"My children." Mom said quietly, her hands clasped as she watched them approach. Her painted lips pursed as the sight of their hands together.

It was Thanatos who asked. They both knew she was more giving toward him. There was a moment Hypnos thought she would say ‘yes’ then her eyes flicked to the band she placed on him.

The golden poppies gleamed in the candlelight.

“No. You’re both growing up and need to learn not to rely on each other.” Her voice was firm. Hypnos flitched, tightening his hand around Thanatos’.

“But mom-“ her golden eyes snapped toward him, hard and cold and nothing like his mom. Hypnos swallowed. “Mother Nyx.” He corrected himself quietly.

“My word is final.” Mother Nyx said, watching them. Judging them for these next moments. “I will not have needy and helpless children.”

Hypnos opened his mouth to disagree, hurt bubbling up but Thanatos yanked his hand away without any warning, leaving Hypnos’ small hand grasping air. He blinked down at his hand then watched Thanatos float away. It was just a few paces but it felt like a gap formed unseeing but painfully, obviously there.

Hypnos made a small hurt sound. Thanatos didn’t look at him even as he flinched at the sound.

“Hypnos.”

He looked up at the sound of her low voice, tears burning in his eyes.

“Learn from Thanatos’ example.”

Hypnos sniffed, unable to hide the tears spilling down his face. His cheeks burned as she sighed loudly. He wanted Thanatos’ hand in his, his mom’s arms around them. He didn’t want to be here.

“Yes mom- Mother Nyx.” Hypnos whispered, looking across to Thanatos. Hoping for even a single glance.

Thanatos still didn’t look at him.

Everything changed. Too fast for him to keep up, dizzy with the winding halls and silence.

Thanatos was gone all the time. Charon as well.

His powers grew and grew but unlike his twin, he was learning to live with it, letting it become a part of him, not something to dominate. He thought it was rather funny, how he slept like mortals. Dreamed like mortals.

His mom’s mouth only tightened in disappointment, not even looking at him anymore. Hypnos told himself that it didn’t make his heart ache.

Hypnos was alone. He told himself it was fine.

And It was fine.

Really.

Thanatos finally had returned home, freed of his chains and proud once more. The moral would only know pain now, never to see the skies or feel the breeze on their skin. A just and fair punishment as far as Hypnos cared.

But this wasn’t the Thanatos Hypnos knew. His brother was always the more quiet one, Hypnos was more than happy to fill in the silence but at least he used to smile. He used to be able look people in the eye.

Thanatos wouldn’t even let their own mother touch him.

The gap between them grew, grew, grew and grew.

The only thing Hypnos was ever able to get out of him was a single response.

“What did those chains feel like?” Hypnos asked in a moment of weakness, his horrified curiosity winning over his mother’s warning.

“Like fire.” Thanatos said after a long pause. “It was so cold, it burned.”

There was a beat of silence and Hypnos let out a slow breath, his eyes on the spear tip. It was a mortal weapon in the hands of a god yet it was him who trembled.

Then a pair of hands, broad and calloused, very gently curled around his wrists. You stood in front of him, shifting his hands’ position. One of your hands slides along his wrist to his elbow to adjust it, causing goosebumps on his skin.

Hypnos fought down a blush. And tried to think of something to say. Something clever.

“I guess it is a good thing I don’t actually want to fight, huh?” Hypnos jokes, his voice only cracking a little. You blinked at him, hand still on his elbow. You kept there, seemingly obvious to it or its effects on Hypnos.

“If you don’t want to, then why are you training?” You asked.

Hypnos swallowed nervously but you didn’t sound upset, like Hypnos had been wasting your time. Thanatos would have sharp words if Hypnos did this to him, ending with a long painful talk with their mother. You should have been upset with Hypnos yet he couldn’t put a name to what your tone was.

Your hand still lingered and when you stood this close, it made his belly flip flopped. Hypnos shrugged, glancing away from you, his cheeks still flushed.

“I- I think I just want to understand what it's like. I’m more a lover than a fighter, you know?” Hypnos said finally, biting down on his bottom lip as he peeked back at you.

“You’re getting better, you know that right?” You said simply. Like it was nothing. His whole body responded to the praise, perking up. You must realize your hands were still on him because you dropped your hold and stepped away. He tried not to mourn at the loss of contact, his body wanting to follow you.

“Besides, not everyone should be a fighter. It would make for a very obnoxious place.” You said with a nod.

“Like Elysium?” Hypnos said mindlessly then he winced. He had just insulted you and every hero in the underworld. He needed to learn to control his mouth. He felt the faint ghost of his mom’s disappointment.

You gave him a surprise look then a very real and beautiful smile grew on your face, a flash of white teeth and eyes bright with amusement and Hypnos forgot how to breathe. His stomach dropped like he was falling from a great height.

“Just like Elysium.” You agreed with a low chuckle. Hypnos beamed, not even caring about how flushed his face was. He did that. He got you to smile again. He liked to think that you smiled like that only for him.

“Now, try again.”

Nightmares didn’t scare Hypnos. Just as dreams were almost mindless creatures, so were nightmares. They were only a fractured reflection of the soul dreaming them.

Oily black shadows darted between his feet. If he had bothered to shine a light on them, he would be able to see the green and purple and red shades of their forms.

Another one brushed against his fingers, and he saw or rather he felt a hand pressing down on his mouth, sharp nails digging in his cheeks. Hypnos shook his head, his own hand rubbing his mouth in annoyance and the feeling disappeared.

He debated if he should let the nightmare go . It belonged to one of the shades in construction but he supposed that wasn’t his choice. He watched the nightmare leave his realm with a heavy rolling guilt in his belly.

Hypnos could be cruel in his own ignorance. It was something he was working on. He still hated that he joked about killing all mortals, especially now since there was one in his bed that he would give anything for.

However just like death, nightmares had their place in the world.

With that in mind, he turned to one of the lingering shadows, looking up at it with a frown. Ares’ face stared back at him. It wasn’t Ares, but the shadow did alright. It certainly got that horrible blood thirsty grin down, Hypnos thought with a frown.

One of these days, he would explain it to his mortal and selfishly take comfort that you will understand. That you will forgive him for the times that weren't an accident. He always made a point of not looking into his family’ dreams or nightmares. An attempt to give them some privacy of their own thoughts.

He wanted that for his mortal as well. But he just started to get you to go to sleep sometimes. However, every single time he did, you woke up from nightmares. Eyes wide and a faint trembling in those strong hands.

Hypnos shooed it away and the shadow went back to the dark, bearing its teeth but it was already giving up the shape it chose. There was no real anger from the shadow, it would have its chance again and knew it.

He couldn’t do this every time even if he wished otherwise, it wasn’t healthy for the mind. All had to rest, all needed to dream and all must face their nightmares.

So just for now, he will send them away.

Until you were strong enough. And if you ever need him again, Hypnos would be there to send the nightmares away.

It took Hypnos a moment to realize that Megarea was coming over to him. Once it used to cause a nervous flutter in his chest but not anymore. The quirk of her full lips told him she had noticed.

“Hypnos.” She greeted lightly, watching him sign her name in. He put a little smiley face by her name, mostly out of habit. He wondered if she would be amused by it.

“Meg! Zagreus got lucky again, huh?” Hypnos replied with a beaming smile. “Man I remember when you used to send him packing with a single crack of that whip.”

Meg rolled her eyes but she didn’t seem too upset. “Achilles trained him well. Your mortal did a fine job as well.”

The quill almost snapped in his finger and the smile froze on his face. He blinked at Meg, hating that he already could feel a flush forming on his cheeks. He laughed nervously. “My mortal? I-“

“Don’t.” Megarea warned gently. “I heard about him from Zagreus and Thanatos.”

“Oh.” Hypnos bit his thumbnail. It was one thing to him to call you that privately in his own mind; it was another to hear it outloud. Thanatos only called you ‘that mortal’ and Zagrues only used your name. Hypnos wondered sometimes if Zagreus forgot you and Achilles were shades. Hypnos did sometimes.

Then he spoke up, “Yes, I’ve seen some of their training. Makes me want to take a nap just watching them.”

The joke worked, lightening the air between them. Meg smiled and Hypnos knew his past self would have been overjoyed to see it but now, it just felt like he made a friend happy and only that. It had nothing on your rare smiles. Or your low, warm laugh. Or how your hand would linger on him, like you didn’t want to let go.

“I’m glad for you. You and him suit each other well.” Megarea said. And it sounded like she meant it.

“Thank you.” Hypnos repiled, his shoulders relaxing. “I don’t think I told you but I am glad for you guys as well.”

“Thank you. And I will talk to your brother. “ Meg glanced at where Nyx was, out of sight and hidden by her roses. “I know he hasn't been supportive.”

Hypnos opened his mouth then closed it. He sighed and kept his voice low, not wanting others to overhear. “It’s fine. Really. I understand why.”

“So do I. But he is only hurting himself and you at this rate.” Megarea said quietly.

“Have you told your mortal why he is this way?”

“Not really.” Hypnos lied. It should have been Thanatos’ story to tell, not Hypnos. “My mortal knows something obviously happened but he doesn’t have all the details.”

Meg’s pink lips pursed but she let it go. Before leaving she did say, “I am happy for you, Hypnos.”

Hypnos could only offer her a beaming smile.

“What is this?” Hypnos took the note from the messenger shade who only offered a shrug before they moved on.

It was a single page.

Hypnos, Lord of Sleep

Meet me outside the house’ doors, I need to speak to you. It is urgent.

Y/N

Hypnos reread it, the dread he already had before you and his twin left grew even more in the pit of his stomach. The handwriting was neat. Too neat. And you never had ever used his title.

Your waiting was more thin, and the letters tended to merge together when you wrote quickly. Often you had to pause to crack your knuckles, muttering to yourself how tiny and useless the house quills were.

It was ridiculous how easily he could imagine you in his mind. How the way your fingers curled around the quill, how your mouth moved soundlessly when writing sometimes.

He read again. His title stuck out like a sore thumb. It was wrong. You would never write like this.

Under the dread, something else came forward, sharp and burning. Hypnos inhaled sharply, mouth thinning. He felt like he was choking on it. It was rare for him to feel pure rage. Even when you and him had that fight, anger was the last thing he felt.

Pyrrhus had caused enough pain. Hypnos never brought into the whole ‘mortals need to know their place’ thing but he will happily make an exception for Pyrrhus. Just like he did for Sisyphus

“Fine.” Hypnos said quietly to himself. “So be it.”

Pyrrhus wasn’t the first to underestimate Hypnos.

You placed the spear next to the bed, within reach. Hypnos eyed it, the metal tip freshly sharpened. He sat up, letting the blanket pooled on his lap, biting down on his lip.

“You know, you are safe here right?” Hypnos asked quietly. You paused, staring at him for a moment then toward your weapon.

“Ah.” You hesitated. “I can put it somewhere else.”

Hypnos shook his head and beckoned you to come join him. You tugged off your tunic, and Hypnos’ mouth went dry. Even scarred, you looked strong. When you joined him on the bed, his hand went to your jaw, cupping it and leaned up for a kiss.

It was quickly becoming one of his favorite things, kissing you. He didn’t realize there were so many wonderful and different kinds of kisses, the deep ones that lingered even after or the hard, passionate ones that made him burn.

He quickly became fond of the soft kisses the most, the slowness made his mind quieten just a bit, and you were so, so gentle with him.

Your hands landed on his waist, one of your thumbs rubbing circles on his stomach. The kiss broke but you pressed one more in the corner of his mouth. You watched his face carefully.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to move it?” You asked, one of your hands moving to press against the small of his back.

“I’m sure. It. I don’t know. It's just- do you not feel safe? Master Hades has a spell out though the whole house. No fighting allowed.” Hypnos said.

Your mouth twitched, eyes unfocused just for a split second. Then you sighed, pressing into his palm.

“It's not a matter of feeling safe.” You paused. “It's just even with all the security, even with my training. I know just how quickly things can get dangerous.”

Hypnos frowned, wanting to tell you were wrong but he couldn’t. You saw the expression on his face and kissed his forehead.

You lingered and kept your voice low. “I am safe here and it comforts me to know that you feel safe, that you are safe here. I cannot tell you how much relief that brings me.”

Hypnos shifted, meeting your eyes. The lean in was slow, and the kiss spoke for him and for you, saying more than words could. He hoped that you knew that even if he didn't understand everything, he understood you.

It was rare for Hypnos to leave the house, but he knew something was wrong when he saw no other shade outside the doors. So he waited, not moving farther out. His fingers twitched, a powerful sleep spell at the ready. He was sure your his magic and the training you gave him would be more than enough.

Only it wasn’t enough.

Hypnos knew such things could happen quickly. He had read battle accounts. He remembered your words.

A faint sound came from behind Hypnos, of rushing footsteps and harsh breathing.

Pyrrhus was Achilles’ son as well, a warrior himself and just as swift.

His red hair was like a war banner in the green light of Tartarus. His eyes were wild, bloodshot. Those burning blue eyes were the last thing Hypnos saw before the metal clasped around his hands.

It felt like ice formed in his very being, sharp and jagged, digging into the warmth of a star.

So cold, it burned.

Hypnos tried to scream but nothing came out.

#wake me from this dreaming #hypnos x male!reader #fanfic #X reader #hypnos x reader

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