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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

EXTRA HOT REUNION

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist.

Synopsis: You and Minho are having a Too Hot To Handle reunion with other contestants to catch up on the life after the retreat. (7,2k words)

Author's note: Merry Christmas! Hope you enjoy my gift to you ❤️

HOST: Welcome to the Too Hot To Handle reunion! Today, we're going to get all the updates on your favorite couples and what happens once they return to the real world. And I know, you're all dying to know if the couples are still together or not but in the meantime, let's find out if our sexy group of people remember all the times they broke the rules.

AGNES: Uh, I did a lot [cringes]

LUCA: I wish I had broken more rules. [Laughs]

YOU: The kiss Agnes and I did with Jack.

JAI: [Counts with fingers] There's just a lot of 'em.

BRYAN: Uhm... I'm the accountant, remember?

MINHO: The sex?

YOU: Then I broke more rules with Minho.

AGNES: Oh, the kiss with Jack!

JACK: Just once but I kissed the two hottest girls in the retreat [grins]

HOST: Here's the couple who broke half of those rule breaks and managed to win the show. Welcome back, lovebirds!

MINHO: [Waves hand]

YOU: Hi, gorgeous! [Smiles]

HOST: You guys won. Congratulations! [Claps]

YOU: Thanks, girl!

MINHO: Thank you.

HOST: So, what are you guys doing with the money? Are you guys sharing it? Or maybe... saving it for the wedding? [Chuckles]

MINHO: I make her keep all the money.

YOU: He insists that I handle it.

HOST: Uh-oh. I sense something wrong. What is it? Tell us all about it...

MINHO: [Shrugs]

YOU: Ugh!

MINHO: We were supposed to go on this trip together.

YOU: [rolls eyes]

HOST: Girl, I can see you holding back. Spill!

YOU: [Sighs] Well, since I'm taking care of the money, I thought it would be nice to go on a trip together with the money we've won. On the day we were supposed to leave, we had an argument so yeah...

HOST: Oh, no [frowns]

YOU: I booked the flights, the Airbnb... I have to cancel all of that because he canceled last minute like... [exhales air]

HOST: Minho, you want to add to that?

MINHO: That's all true. We argued on the day of the flight and I canceled.

YOU: And I texted him, you know, he could have still come, we could sort things out face to face but no, he didn't reply to any of my texts.

HOST: If I were you, I would have still gone on that vacation.

YOU: Honestly, I was looking forward to that trip, I want to spend time with him and have fun... [sighs] I was a little heartbroken by that.

HOST: Just to clarify... are you still together or not?

YOU: I'm just going to let it out of my chest that I... I will always have love for Minho and I support him, I'll always be attracted to him. I—

HOST: I'm sorry, girl but you have to hold it right there and we'll get back to you later.

HOST: If there's one thing that the villa proves is that people are complicated and one person knows this more than most... it's Zara!

ZARA: [Blows kisses] Hi, hello! That's actually the nicest way to put it, it's complicated [laughs]

HOST: Let me tell you, I was sad to see you got eliminated [pouts]

ZARA: Aww... but that's the thing, I came home not feeling sad at all, and to feel that, I usually have to go out with friends and have a few drinks. But I was sitting at my home thinking of what Lana taught me and what I'd learned... [smiles] It was all a good life lesson.

HOST: What made you feel that way about your elimination?

ZARA: I don't know, I woke up feeling like I learned enough in the retreat, obviously, I didn't want to keep hurting myself and get myself into more drama... [inhales] it's for the best.

HOST: Are you seeing anyone at the moment?

ZARA: Yeah and he's amazing, he's sweet and fun and he's just as obsessed with me as I do for him [chuckles]

HOST: I love that, yeah. You just feel like want to eat him, right?

ZARA: [Laughs]

HOST: But in regards to what happened to you and Bryan, have you spoken to each other ever since? Are you on good terms?

ZARA: He sent me some texts once the show ended but that's just that [thinly smiles] let's just leave it at that.

HOST: It was fun catching up with you but I have to go and talk to Agnes and Jai.

ZARA: Send my love for them [Blows kisses]

HOST: And I am sending you my love. Cheers, babe!

HOST: I cannot wait to find out if they're still horny for each other, it's one of my favorite couples, Jai and Agnes!

AGNES: Hi, hi! [Makes smooching sounds]

JAI: G'day! [Grins]

HOST: I never knew I missed that grin of yours, Jai! [Chuckles]

JAI: I know [grins] I'm doing it for you.

HOST: Shush it, boy! Your girl is here!

AGNES: I'm very aware of how flirtatious my man could be. But I'm watching you [squints eyes]

JAI: [Holds both hands up]

HOST: Tell us what happened after the show. Are you guys still naughty and horny?

JAI: Oh, yes.

AGNES: [Laughs]

JAI: She stayed with me for a while, back when I was still having a roommate and he asked me if we were alright. We kept going at it that it concerned him.

AGNES: Oh, my God!

HOST: Oh! You two are just so passionate [laughs]

AGNES: [Nods] [giggles]

JAI: We are!

HOST: Now, for the most important question, are you guys still together or not?

JAI: We had a little break then we just kind of... found a way back to each other.

AGNES: [smiles] We are still together. Yay!

HOST: Oh, thank Goodness!

JAI: A month ago, is it? We took a trip together and eventually met her sister and her family.

AGNES: It was unplanned! [Laughs] [shows hand] There's no ring yet, everyone.

HOST: Jai? Any plans to put a ring on it then?

AGNES: [Laughs]

JAI: Uh... to be continued?

HOST: It's been lovely, you guys. I hope you two stay happy.

AGNES: And horny?

HOST: Yes [laughs] Thank you and see you [blows kisses]

HOST: Before we get to the final interview, the guests are sharing their best moments in the villa.

AGNES: Oddly enough, I missed the dressing room, I guess that's because we gossip so much in there [giggles]

JACK: The kiss, obviously [laughs]

LUCA: The first party in the villa. That was... just wild and so much fun.

MAISIE: The final date I had with Luca was just romantic, probably the nicest date I ever had.

YOU: It's all the times Sabine and I hang out in the pool. Then there's also the time when Minho said he likes me, with the cushion and everything [laughs] that was just so special.

BRYAN: Just having with the guys, I guess, we were fooling around a lot, just lots of laughs.

HOST: Finally, we have come to the most awaited moment. Let me take a deep breath first [inhales] [exhales] Okay, we're ready now.

YOU: Where were we? [Laughs]

MINHO: The canceled trip and you were sad about it.

YOU: Yes, that... we had arguments like that not once or twice, I think that's just our love language [laughs]

HOST: That's kind of sexy, actually.

YOU: At that time, I just knew I had to be the one putting on the big girl pants, again [rolls eyes] if he didn't want to come to me then I'll just come to him.

HOST: Oh, my God! Is it like one of those movie scenes where the girl chasing the guy—

YOU: yeah, it's pretty much like that but the problem was... it was around Christmas and you know how hard it is to get a flight during holidays, it was a nightmare but I went through all that to see him.

HOST: And...?

YOU: It was cold and snowing, I dragged behind me, and knocked on his door, expecting that his face would light up when he saw me...

HOST: Oh, no, I sense a 'but' coming...

MINHO: I was just telling you to stop knocking [shrugs]

YOU: That's what he did, he scolded me for knocking on his door.

HOST: It keeps getting worse... I don't think I want to hear the rest.

MINHO: We're still together, we made up that day.

HOST: Oh, thank you Minho. I was close to having a cardiac arrest [clutches chest]

YOU: [Smiles] I didn't mean to scare anyone, sorry. We're still together, we still argue sometimes but we're still together, thank God!

HOST: That's good to hear so what are the plans now? Besides trying to be civil with each other [laughs]

YOU: Oh, before I forget, Minho also said the L word that day [giggles]

HOST: What? How could you hide it from it?

YOU: We were exchanging Christmas presents and he casually dropped the L bomb.

MINHO: Casually?

YOU: Honey... [laughs] I didn't say I don't like it. See? [Sighs] We need a couple counseling.

HOST: That's not a bad idea [chuckles]

YOU: I think it was special that there were only the two of us, it was intimate and heartfelt, and it couldn't be more perfect [smiles]

HOST: Minho, that... I didn’t know you were such a gentle guy.

MINHO: I've been meaning to say it, I just... didn't have the right time to say it.

YOU: Because we're always arguing.

HOST: [Laughs] I love that you guys complete each other's sentences.

YOU: I know, that's why I love us. That, and also because the make-up sex is just... [moans] [thumbs up]

HOST: Ugh, okay, you got me jealous now. I'll leave you two back to arguing then [laughs] Best wishes to you two, my loves! [Blows kisses]

HOST: It's been a blast catching up with all the casts of Too Hot To Handle Season 2. Thank you so much for watching, see you next time!

LAST CHRISTMAS

"I don't chase, I attract."

You say those words out loud and manifest them to the world when you meditate in the morning but here you are, getting off the plane to chase a guy who canceled your planned trip at the last minute and not replying to your calls or texts.

You might have attracted him but nobody tells you that you have to chase him around too.

The layers of clothes that should have shielded you from the cold only make your body hot and soon drenched in sweat.

Why there are so many stairs? Why Minho has to live up on the hill? Why is your suitcase so heavy? Why did you pack so many clothes? Why are you here at all?

Despite the fatigue that slowly taking over you, you manage to conquer the last flight of stairs and arrive at his house.

After hours of bustling through the airport and the traffic, not to mention, dragging your luggage through the street, you're aware of how you look and it's not how you want Minho to see you when he opens the door.

But he should be appreciative of your intentions to come here and surprise him.

Right?

Can't believe you have second thoughts when you're already standing right in front of his door, why couldn't you have these thoughts before you got on the plane?

You throw away your worries and stop thinking altogether, your hands start knocking on the door. Once, twice... no one opens the door.

Oh, God? What if he's not home? What if—

You keep knocking on his door in case he didn't hear you the first two times. Your knocking is almost turning into a banging when he finally pulls the door open.

Minho stands there and looks at you with your hand hanging mid-air.

"You can stop knocking now," he says, scolding you for the aggressive knocking.

You don't expect confetti or cake or grand entrance music, but not this either, just you and him, looking at each other in silence.

Another moment passes and Minho opens the door wider, "Why are you just standing there? It's cold, get in!" He scolds you again.

It's only been a few minutes but he has scolded you twice already and weirdly, you obey him, getting into his house, pulling your luggage behind you.

Something is beeping from inside the house and Minho runs to check it, you allow yourself to go further inside. You take off your coat and purse, putting them on top of your suitcase before continuing to look around his house.

It's not small, not big either and it's obvious that he keeps it tidy and clean. You expect nothing less than that.

It's like seeing a movie scene, except that it's real. Minho looks exceptionally gorgeous in his dark sweater with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and one hand that is busy stirring something in a pot.

"Go wash your hands!" He orders.

You're too deep in your daydream to listen to him the first time and only get what he said the second time.

"Dinner is almost ready," he adds, closing the pot with a lid and then turning off the stove.

"Where's the—"

"The door behind you," he answers your unfinished question.

You're too tired to bicker with him and the smell of the soup he's cooking is appetizing, making your stomach rumbling in hunger.

Is it why Minho is not that happy to see you? You look horrible with your eyes looking dark and heavy with exhaustion, your hair is greasy and stuck to your forehead.

There's no time to dig into your suitcase to get your toiletry bag so you do everything to make yourself look presentable, wash your face, and brush your hair with your fingers, hoping that it's enough for now.

Minho has already set everything on the dining table when you return from the bathroom, looking at the food he's serving, your stomach is getting impatient on being filled with some home-cooked meals.

"This looks good," you say, taking a seat on the dining table.

He doesn't say anything to your compliment but goes to the kitchen to bring back a pitcher of water, then sits opposite you.

Minho immediately starts digging into his food and as much as you want to do the same, you're hoping to hear something from him other than commands.

"Do you perhaps... want to say something to me?" You carefully say.

He continues eating, taking a few things from different plates and eating them with a spoonful of rice.

"Like... 'oh, what a nice surprise!' or 'I'm happy to see you, honey'," you recite a few lines you wished to hear him saying yet he seems to enjoy his food too much to pay attention to what you're saying.

You softly sigh and pick up your spoon, "A hug would be nice," you mumble.

He glances up from his bowl of rice and looks at you, "You must be hungry. Eat!"

You cave in, obeying him again, and eat the food just like he ordered. Maybe because you were hungry, you feel less upset now that your stomach is filled.

You help with the dishes after dinner, drying your hands with a towel once you're finished then refill your glass with more red wine before leaning against the counter, watching Minho slicing up fruits, he looks so relaxed but maybe because he's in his element, in his own place.

"You're different at home," you mutter, then take a small sip of your wine.

He glances at you for a second before focusing back on the task in hand, the hand gripping the knife showcasing the evident veins on his forearm.

"Off-guard," you point out.

He pauses cutting an apple then looks at you, "Should I be on guard?"

To other people, Minho may seem like he's trying to pick a fight with you but that's just how he communicates, a bit snarky with a whole lot of nonchalance in it.

It's a good thing that you've been with him long enough to know how to handle him. You put your wine glass away and smile, "You're the one holding a knife, I should be the one on guard."

He smirks hearing your words and it took you this long to make him do that.

"So... will you put the knife down so you can kiss your girlfriend who came all the way to see you?" You sweetly ask, tilting your head to the side and batting your eyelashes at him even though you're not sure these flirting tricks would work on him.

You see that he loosens the grip around the knife and you come closer to him, "That's it, easy, easy..." you playfully say.

You take his other hand and let the knife drop onto the cutting board, turning him to face you. Holding his eyes in a gaze, you slide your hands up his arms then reunite them on the nape of his neck.

"I missed you," you softly mutter but your heart is close to shattering.

"So much," you say all of those words out while deeply looking into his dark brown eyes as they stare down into yours.

"Do you miss me?"

Minho hates it when you're insecure like this but you can't help it, it's just happens when you care so much about someone so let's hope he still knows that.

Then he leans in and kisses you, answering your question with a fiery kiss that melts your worries away until the only thing that remains is the warm feeling he brings with those lips.

When he pulls away, you forget the reason why you ever doubted him.

He then rests his hand on your back, he then slowly and deliberately blinks his eyes before saying, "I missed you too."

It's nice to hear that you're not the only one suffering from the longing. You smile knowing that he thought of you when you weren't here with him even though you're sure not as many times as you thought of him.

"Okay, good, the feeling is still mutual," you awkwardly say with a dry chuckle.

What can you say? Dating Minho is not for the faint of heart, it takes a lot of patience and courage, and it takes... a lot of things.

But is he worth it? The answer is Minho worth everything and more.

The shower helps you get rid of the stress that’s been clinging onto you and you come out refreshed, not feeling tired at all. If anything, you feel excited to spend the rest of the night with Minho, catching up on a lot of things.

Before that, you make yourself presentable this time, putting on your night dress and drying your hair real quick. You notice the toiletry bag Minho brought to the villa is on the sink and it seems like he packed it recently. You shrug it off, keeping your skincare routine brief, impatiently wanting to join Minho on his bed.

On your way to the bedroom, you also notice that he packed a suitcase in his closet, you wonder if he’s planning to go somewhere soon.

Minho is sitting on his bed reading a book, doing it so elegantly like he’s in a furniture TV ad.

“Are you going somewhere?” You get on the bed and lay on your stomach facing him.

“Huh?” He asks without looking away from his book.

You peek over to see the book he’s reading, from the cover you can see that it’s either a mystery, thriller, or horror book, it could be all of that combined.

“I saw your suitcase, packed,” you tell him.

He lowers his book to look at you, “unpacked, you mean,” he says.

Ah, that explains it but looking at how he keeps his things in his house tidy, there’s no way he lets his things stay in his suitcase for too long.

“You should dry your hair. You’ll catch a cold,” he says nonchalantly yet oozing with affection.

This is why you love him, he’s hot and cold, always keeping you on your toes, dating him is one endless thrilling ride.

“I just didn’t dry the end,” you tell him.

The talk about the suitcase reminds you of something. You roll over to the side of the bed and open your suitcase, taking two gift boxes you actually prepared for tomorrow. You bring them over to the bed, sitting next to Minho and place the smaller box first onto his lap.

“Merry Christmas,” You say with a bright smile on your face.

Minho raises an eyebrow at you then glares down at the gift on his lap, “What is it?”

“Your Christmas present from me,” you simply answer.

He seems way too calm for someone who receives a gift from his girlfriend and not sure you’re going to get used to this.

“Open it!” you impatiently say because he keeps observing the box and doing nothing to find out what’s inside.

He finally takes the lid off and sees the bracelet inside. You’re smiling as he takes it out to observe it. You hurriedly help him putting it around his wrist.

“Do you like it?” You ask once you clasped the ends together.

“Did you buy it with the prize money?” He asks with a sly grin.

Why he’s making it hard for you? You must admit that Minho makes you realize that you have a lot of patience in you. You take a deep, deep sigh and put on a big smile for him.

“I’m glad you like it and you’re very welcome,“ you respond, not going to make this supposed-to-be-a-heartfelt-moment into an argument.

It’s time to hand him the second box, instead of putting it on his lap, you drop it right on his crotch as a way to get back to him. He doesn’t flinch but pulls the box closer to his chest before opening it. You put your hand on top of the lid, stopping him from opening it.

“It’s not for you,” you tell him.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Then why did you give it to me?”

“Because I know you don’t have a Christmas present prepared for me so I got you one,” you explain.

It takes him a moment to process your words, “So, you bought this for me to gift to you?”

“Yes,” you answer without a beat.

He bursts into laughter and the box is shaking along with his body as he laughs, “So it- this one for you?”

You take the box from him and smile at him, “Thank you for the present, honey,” you say, then place a quick peck on his lips.

You put on an act, pretending not to know what’s inside the box and slowly uncovering it, taking the lid off with low exciting squeals coming out of your parted mouth. You tear through the wrapping paper and gasp at the sight of the content.

“Oh, my God! Honey…” You coo at him.

You take the pair of lingerie out of the box and show it to him, “This is so beautiful!” You exclaim with excitement even though you were the one who bought it.

“You like it?” He’s slyly smiling as he asks you.

“Are you kidding me? I love it!” You dramatically ask, clutching the gift close to your chest.

You lean in close and tilt your head to the side, “Ugh! You know me so well,” You sneer, then peck his lips.

“I’m glad you like it,” He coyly asks.

You put everything into the box and sigh, “I wanted to put them on and show them to you but…”

You put the lid back onto the box, excessively raising your shoulders, and slump them down as you let out another dramatic sigh, “I’m not in the mood.”

Minho snorts and puts away the boxes, stacking them on the bedside table, “Yeah, you’d better rest, you must be tired.”

And Minho always picks the worst time to be considerate towards you, you roll your eyes and stomp your feet as you walk back to your suitcase, tossing the lingerie into your suitcase and angrily shut it.

“But if you’re not tired, I would love to see you in them,” he says with a devilish smile dancing on his beautiful face.

Hate that you melt right away to his sweet consolidation, your foot is tapping the floor as you pretend to consider his request.

“Well… if you insist,” you say, grabbing the lingerie back from your suitcase.

You’re giggling as you walk to Minho’s closet, changing out of your night dress and putting the lingerie on. As you’re changing, you see Minho’s backpack sitting next to his “unpacked” suitcase. You don’t mean to snoop but it’s open, you can see what’s inside. Using your fingers, you pry it open wider and see that he has a plane ticket clamped between his passport, you reach down to take a look at it when he calls from you from the bedroom.

It feels as if you got caught stealing, you scramble to leave the closet and Minho is putting something into his bedside drawer when you come back. He looks at you, confused to see you standing in a silk robe that comes with the lingerie.

“That’s not the same as what I bought for you,” he playfully says, sitting on the edge of the bed facing you.

You come up to him and stop right in front of him, “Jeez, Minho! You’re not a kid anymore, unwrap your gift yourself,” you tell him with a cheeky smile.

It’s a good thing that he can’t hear how fast your heart is beating right now and it’s beating faster when he looks up, staring into your eyes as his hands reach for your silk robe, untying it until they part open.

You do the rest, sliding the silk robe down your arms and letting it fall onto the carpeted floor. You take a final step, closing the gap between you and him.

He places his hands on each side of your waist, his fingers teasing the thin straps of the lacy underwear but his eyes never stray away from yours even for a moment

“So…?” You curiously ask since he’s not saying anything the moment he sees them on you.

He glides his hands up to your back and draws you close until his lips land on your abdomen, inhaling your scent as he kisses it, making you flutter inside. After a while, he glances up at you and says, “Glad I bought it.”

That sends you into a laughing fit and at the same, he pulls you until you both collapse onto the bed.

A breathless gasp escapes your parted mouth as Minho inserts his fingers inside you, he uses two digits to find that spot that makes you let out another gasp, louder, almost inaudible.

He’s hovering above you as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace and his face is so calm, a contrast to your state: a moaning mess under him.

He presses a kiss on you with tongue and teeth clashing in your mouth, his kisses are hungry, it feels as if he wants to eat you whole.

“Oh…” You moan again, feeling his fingers curl inside you.

Minho then drags his mouth down your chest, using his free hand he yanks down the cup of your bra just so he can suck on your nipple and leave it soaked and wet with his saliva. He continues his trail of wet kisses down your body and he stops with his head hanging between your legs, watching your eyes fluttering as he keeps pumping his fingers.

He pulls your underwear to the side and keeps it there, without wasting another second, he plants his mouth on your cunt, not caring how wet it is. He lifts his head for a moment, using the tip of his tongue to trace your folds and gently, circling your clit that is pulsating with so much desire.

Minho dives down into your wetness again and this time, he lands right on your clit and sucks hard on it.

“Oh, fu-“You can’t even finish your profanity, your voice is shaking and so are your legs.

You slip your hands into his hair, tugging at it as he keeps on sucking and it’s a fruitless effort to try to stop him, the more you try, the harder he sucks on your clit and the faster he pumps his fingers, making you overwhelmed with pleasure.

The only conclusion is Minho won’t stop until you

“I’m- oh, I’m cumming…” you whine, helplessly tugging at his hair.

He hovers above you again but now, he slowly puts his body on top of you, pinning you as he presses kisses on your lips, making you dizzy as he can’t stop kissing you until you run out of breath.

“Honey…” you sigh as you gently push his chest away.

You smile at him and put your hand on the back of his head, wanting to keep him close to you. As you catch your breath, you allow yourself to take a moment to enjoy this moment with him, placing a sweet kiss on his lips and then letting out a low sigh as you pull away.

“Gosh…how I missed you!” You pour out all of the emotions you’ve been keeping inside you and seal the hole in your heart with a kiss that yet again, takes your breath away.

It’s time to show him how much your body misses him. You pull the hem of his sweater and take it off of him to continue kissing him. Slowly, you roll him to the side until he lays next to you and overlaps half of his body with yours.

Minho lets you have the pleasure of doing whatever you want to him, he puts his hands over his head as your hand goes lower and slips it under his sweatpants, palming his member before letting it out.

You glance down to see how his cock is hardening in your hand, “Oh, he’s excited to see me,” you playfully mutter to him.

“What are you going to do then?” He coyly asks.

“Mmh…” you delightfully sigh as you pretend to think of an answer all the while your thumb is circling the tip of his cock.

“I just have so many ideas,” you answer him with a seductive tone.

To execute your ideas, you first get rid of his sweatpants then sit on his thick thighs. You seductively smile at him as you take hold of his cock in your hand again, slowly stroking it with your clothed cunt only inches away from it.

You both wanted it but what’s the fun in giving in to the temptations right away?

His cock is swollen and hard, so ready for you and you are just as eager to take him but refrained yourself. Instead of that, you lean down to lick the tip of his cock with your tongue. The second time, you place a lick from the base up to the tip and then stroke it again.

“How you like that?” you tease him.

Minho doesn’t say anything, he remains calm but his body tells you otherwise, not only his cock, his body reddens all over, his chest, his ears, his cheeks… he’s completely turned on.

You tease him by rubbing his cock to your clothed core, “Mmh… yeah,” you hum in pleasure.

To tease him more, you put his cock inside your underwear, soaking it with your essence as you start grinding on him, unknowingly teasing yourself too in the process.

The yes he’s giving you… oh, it’s so intense, so full of lust, he looks at you like you’re the sexiest thing he ever laid his eyes on, making you feel so wanted, and admired. You suddenly feel a charge of confidence surging all over you and you lean down, kissing him with so much passion until you drain all the air in your lungs.

“Screw this!” you mutter.

Carefully, you push his cock inside you and ease yourself down, taking him little by little until he’s fully sheathed inside you. You just sit there to adjust yourself to his size, closing your eyes as your hands start touching yourself.

Minho gets his hands on you too, he places them on your thighs and glides them up the sides of your body. You take his hands, using them to cup your breasts and fondle them together. You’re lowly moaning as he squeezes on them.

Minho only stops just to pull you close so he can kiss you, putting his arms around you to not let you go and without warning, he starts bucking his hips into you. You can tell he’s smirking against your lips while you let out a broken moan.

“That’s not-oh, not fair!” you mumble yet pressing another kiss on him.

Minho insists on you keeping the lingerie on, he ends up being the one taking it off of you and tossing it onto the bedroom floor. He made you climax twice already but Gosh, looking at him passionately making love to you, you can already tell you’re going to climax for the third time.

“Oh, my God! You feel so good,” You murmur into his shoulders with your fingers clawing his back.

Minho crashes his lips on you, deepening his kiss as he thrusts harder into you. He can sense that you’re about to cum again, he adds intensity to his thrusts and goes as shallow as possible.

Your eyes are screwed shut, feeling the knot inside you keep tightening, getting close to your-

Minho slows down, knowing that you just cum around him and the way he kisses, it’s so gentle as if he knows that you’re already overly stimulated.

You hold him close as you come down from your high, returning his kisses while keeping him inside you.

“You’re not going to stop, are you?”

You brush his hair back with your fingers, putting all the hair covering his face and holding his jaw, “Don’t stop, honey,” you whine.

Nothing gets him off than hearing how needy you are for him. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and pull him closer, “I don’t want you to stop until you cum inside me,” you whisper into his ear.

That seems to work as planned, Minho picks up the pace of his thrusts, harder and deeper, giving what you both wanted.

You give up on holding in your moans, you let them spill out of your parted mouth and as he gets closer to his release, you press a haste kiss on his mouth.

“Want you to cum inside me, honey,” you whine again.

You have to pause a few times as he mercilessly pulsates his hips against you and the bed creaks along to his movements.

“Oh, please, please!” you sigh.

“Minho, please!”

At this point, you can’t tell if you’re begging him to stop or keep going, the pain and pleasure start to blur into one. You hold onto his shoulders with fingers digging into this flesh and forming crescent marks on his warm, honey skin.

It takes Minho a few more thrusts to finally cum inside you, releasing all of his seed inside you as he collapses on top of you. You embrace him, holding him with so much love, and kiss him with all of your heart until it quakes inside your chest.

Minho hastily kisses your lips, then drags his mouth close to your ear, you’re already drowsy and tired from the day that you barely can keep your eyes open anymore. You can hear him mutter something into your ear but when you’re about to tell him to repeat it, you fall asleep instead.

"Honey, wake up!"

If it isn't because of the hand squeezing your asscheek, you wouldn't have budged from your sleep. When you try to open your eyes, they are heavy and you feel like taking another hour of sleep.

Then Minho bites at your arm, making you jolt on your bed in reaction.

"Minho!" You sharply gasp.

"Wake up!" He says again, now slapping at your ass cheek.

Your feet are kicking the duvet as you whine like a fussy kid, "It's too early."

You turn over on the bed, lying on your side to face him, and croak, "What time is it?"

"One."

"One a.m?"

Minho presses a kiss on your shoulder then gets up from the bed, "Come on, wake up!"

He walks out of the bedroom and leaves the door ajar. You force yourself away and rub your eyes before opening them.

The daylight is almost blinding you and you immediately shut your eyes again, scooting to the side and your hand reaches for your phone on the bedside table.

You tap the screen until it lights up, showing you that it's indeed one o'clock in the afternoon. You must be tired from the flights, dragging your suitcase up the hill in the cold, and then there was the sex, a lot of sex. You remember how you passed out not long after he cum inside you.

Oh no, you missed the whole Christmas morning and that's not the plan. You thought of how nice it would be to snuggle together with Minho on the sofa while having hot chocolate on Christmas morning.

Instead of that, you stand in front of the sink and feel horrified to see your reflection in the mirror, how tired and miserable you look after ten hours of sleep.

Instead of wearing your clothes, you stop by his closet and borrow one of his comfiest knitted sweaters. His suitcase and his backpack are still there, you assume he didn't know you were snooping into his stuff.

Well, there's another reason to snoop in further to see where he's going with the flight ticket. You check for the situation first and waddle back inside, taking his passport out of the bag.

Minho looks so hot even on a government-issued ID photo and before you forget the main goal here, you flip it open to see the details of his flight ticket and you see it.

Unless he has someone else to see in the city you live in, you can safely assume that he planned on coming to see you too, and probably wants to spend the new year with you.

"I knew it!" You exclaim to yourself with a giddy smile on your face.

You wanted to remain calm and pretend that you didn't see the flight ticket and everything but... you can't help but smile when you see him sipping his coffee in the kitchen.

Minho is what people say as one with the softest heart builds the hardest shell. He acts cold, nonchalant, and a bit mean, but that's how you know he really cares for you, and he's genuine and sincere about you.

You come up to him and throw your arms around him, not wasting time kissing his lips, putting all of your affection into this long kiss, and pull away with a gasp.

"Merry Christmas," you happily say to him.

Minho smiles and returns the kiss with a quick peck on your lips, "Coffee?"

You eagerly nod and you wait on the sofa, taking a cookie out of a plate full of them, watching the snow floating in the air through the window.

"Thank you," you mutter as he hands you your cup of steaming hot coffee.

"This is good," you tell him, taking another cookie from the plate.

"I made them," he casually says like he didn't put any effort into baking such delicious cookies.

Minho is good at a lot of things so when he said he made these cookies, you didn't doubt him even for a second.

You place a kiss on his cheek, "These are really good," you tell him again.

You might have missed the Christmas morning but there's always a time to snuggle close to him. It's quiet and warm, it's such a nice moment and to be able to spend it with him is one that you're most grateful for.

Suddenly, Minho takes something from the end of the sofa and shows it to you.

"For you?"

You stop chewing your cookie and put the rest away, "For me?"

He nods and coyly sips his coffee, watching you excitedly unwrapping the gift to find out what's inside.

You gasp as you see a necklace inside, white gold with a small pendant, delicate and beautiful.

"I love it," you tell him with a gleeful smile.

It's always the thoughts that counts. The fact that he thought of you when he picked this gift worth more than the gift itself.

"You should be. I bought it with my own money," he pokes fun at you.

You pout at him, handing him the box so he can put it on for you. You hold all of your hair up in your hands as he puts the necklace around your neck, safely clasping the ends together.

"I love it," you mutter again, letting go of your hair so you can bring his head close and give him a sweet little kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," you say as you break the kiss with a soft caress on his cheek.

He smiles and places a kiss on your cheek, then your jaw. When you think he's going to kiss your neck next, he brings his mouth close to your ear, and ever so softly he murmurs, "I love you."

Your heart shrinks and the next second, it expands twice its size, overflowing with warm feelings. You feel like flying, riding on the clouds of those three words.

"What did you say?" You ask with a foolish smile on your face.

He slyly smiles and sips his coffee, "You heard," he says.

"I heard but..." you lean in close to his side and hold his hand, "can you say it one more time?"

Your sweet smile and the fondness in your eyes are not enough to make him cave in. You should have known it wouldn't be that easy.

You pout and then sigh, but you feel the need to return those words to him. It's not because you have to, but you have known for a while that he is not just a passing fancy, you see a future with him, and as silly as it sounds, you can see yourself growing old with him.

What you have for him is real and it's powerful, it's taking over you.

You hold his jaw and turn his head to look at you, you lean in close until your noses meet in the middle, softly you nuzzle them together while softly smiling at him.

"I love you," you say back with all of your heart that it aches.

Then you place your lips against him and let your heart pour out, flowing all of your emotions into the kiss.

When you open your eyes, his eyes are staring straight into yours. He holds your gaze and lovingly, he says those three words again for you.

"I love you."

And in his eyes, you find comfort, safety, you find a home you want to live in, forever.

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katakaluptastrophy · 5 months

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So, it's the last days and a weird-looking guy called John is yelling about the end of the world.

AKA, it's Advent and we've reached the stage of Alectopause where I'm apparently writing Bible studies for the weird goth teens that hang out in graveyards... So let's talk about portentious guys called John and why a nun might have joined a necromancy cult.

Anyway, you know Advent, the cheerful and cozy time when we all think about cute baby Jesus as we get ready for Christmas, right?

WRONG

It's currently the second Sunday of Advent, and in lots of churches that follow the liturgical year, people will have been hearing about John the Baptist today (Me: "John". My phone: "Gaius?". Me: "John the-". My phone: "Necromancer?").

Without going into too much detail, John the Baptist is important because he's a prophet that points to the coming of Jesus. He first does this rather impressively in utero, but is probably best known for wandering the wilderness wearing camel hide and eating locusts, shouting about how the end is nigh and, hence the name, baptising people to cleanse them from their sins. People are pretty impressed by all this and start asking him if he is the promised messiah or one of the great prophets come again. He answers no, his job is to point towards one greater than him. He baptises Jesus, the heavens open, and not long afterwards John annoys the authorities and ends up with his head on an ornamental platter.

Now John the Baptist obviously isn't the main Biblical John evoked by John Gaius. That dubious honour probably goes to the beloved disciple John the Apostle, also known for The Gospel According To and The Apocalypse Of, aka the Book of Revelation, the Bible's account of the end of the world.

But John the Baptist (no, autocorrect, not "John the Necromancer") is relevant too, and not just because he's a guy called John, chosen by a higher power to lay the groundwork for better things to come and who falls afoul of the authorities with dramatic consequences.

Let's cycle back round to Advent for a moment. The reason Advent can both be aww cute little baby Jesus and also WHERE ARE YOU GOING WHEN YOU DIE?! is because in Christian theology, Jesus' birth and the end of the world are linked: the first and the second coming of Christ.

In Nona The Ninth, we learn that John and his friends are living in a world on the edge. Without some incredible plan - the cryo ships, the promise of FTL - everyone is going to die. Humanity has rendered the world uninhabitable. Although we get very few details of the broader geopolitical situation, we have to assume it's one rife with natural disasters and conflict.

In the Bible, Jesus talks about a world with famines and earthquakes, wars and rumours of wars, where to find yourself in those days with children would be a tragedy and to be pregnant even worse (maternity problem, anyone?). Specifically, this is when he talks about the signs of the end of the world and his second coming.

So what about M-'s nun? The first time we meet her is when she's advising John against his all-day Jesus Christ Superstar healing ministry.

And John's anxiety about meeting her is pretty apt. He says: "I was worried I was going to get the Antichrist bit from her too". Note the "too" - by this point, John has already been accused of being the Antichrist. Why? Because alongside those rumours of wars and earthquakes, Jesus gives another sign to watch out for: false prophets.

But M-'s nun saw John and his powers and - for reasons we never learn - believed they were miraculous, a gift from God. She appealed to the Vatican to investigate and recognise this. And her presence and this campaign apparently made a significant impact in reducing some of the issues they were facing. Somehow, she met awful, smarmy John and his corpse buddies and thought she was seeing the hand of God miraculously at work in the last days.

This bears repeating, because I've seen suggestions that she believed he was God, or was somehow converted to the cause of necromancy, but at least by John's narrative it's much simpler than that: right to the end she's praying for him in very Catholic terms to find clarity in his purpose.

This is the last we see of her:

She just smiled at me. She said, John, don’t misunderstand. I want to help you. I truly believe that in our most terrible hours we don’t instinctively reach out to God; we push ourselves away from Him. Don’t feel bad for not rising heroically to the occasion right now. Fear doesn’t help us achieve a state of grace; it deafens the heart. John, I truly believe you can save everyone. So concentrate, please. She said, Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. And she shot herself.

While obviously you are probably not walking a straightforwardly orthodox path if you're shooting yourself to help the leader of a self-proclaimed necromancy cult locate the soul, her language here is very focused on the Catholic understanding of sin and death. A "state of grace" refers to the condition of your soul when it's not burdened with serious sins. It's the state you're in after you're baptised or after you've been to confession. Being in a state of grace is one's soul being on a wavelength with God; it's the necessary state to enter heaven.

And the Hail Mary? Catholics believe that Mary has the power to intercede for them with God. And the most important moment at which she could intercede would be at the point of death where the state of your soul determines your eternal destination. This isn't a wacky necromancy cultist talking. I suspect she sees this less as a suicide (which the Catholic Church has historically not had the most nuanced views on...) than a fulfilment of Jesus' teaching to keep his commandments and that there is no greater love than to lay down your life for your friends.

We're not privy to exactly what she thought, and I don't think anyone's suggesting her approach was entirely orthodox, but if he's not the Second Coming, and he's not the Antichrist, and there are wars and rumours of wars and floods and earthquakes...did she see him as a prophet of the apocalypse? A sort of John the Baptist of the end times, who in demonstrating the reality of the soul would bring people to Christ before He came again?

Unfortunately for M-'s nun, John was not what she fervently believed him to be. And unlike John the Baptist, who said no when asked if he was something he was not, John used M-'s nun's death as a springboard to claim the trappings of both divinity and Catholicism for himself.

Unfortunately for John, judgement is coming in the form of an angry teenager Harrowing Hell and the very power he usurped, armed with a very big sword.

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underaverageheight · 5 months

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paint my love

hwang hyunjin x artist!gn!reader genre: fluff warning(s): none other than hyune being a bit of a crybaby

note: took me a while but i finally got to fully write out my little thought from here because tbh sending in asks to sage gets my brain going lol

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“Hey Bin! Um... can you do me a favor? Like a big, big favor?” Your best friend nodded eagerly, awaiting your words. "Can you... buy me a studio? Nothing huge. Just a studio?"

Changbin looked at you as if you were speaking gibberish. At this point, real gibberish would have made more sense. "Um. I love you but why? You have a studio and Hyunjin. Ask Hyunjin."

"Well, you see... I want to give him a new studio for our anniversary but I want to keep it a secret. A very secret secret and it’s not like I can drop a grand or two randomly and play it off." You looked at Changbin, reaching for his hand on the table. "I need you, Binnie."

He raised his eyebrow. "You need my money."

"Well... yeah. But I'm a good friend so I'll say I need you. Besides, I'll pay you back," Grinning, you gave him the best puppy eyes you could muster, causing him to groan in defeat.

"Fine." He pulled out his card. "For the love of this world, do NOT go buying a whole bunch of buildings. Okay? Ask Chan for his card if you're gonna do that." Changbin smirked and handed you his card before getting up to pat Hyunjin's shoulder, who looked at you with a puzzled facial expression.

Later that day, you spent your time sketching cherry blossom trees, scraps of your designs littered the floor of your shared room-turned-mini-studio, which was mostly filled with Hyunjin’s finished projects and some half-finished projects. With both of you being artists, many of your projects mixed with Hyunjin's. You tugged at one of his binders and flipped through the paints your boyfriend had bought or created. You found various shades of pink and red, ones you considered using for your project. After all, it had to be the most perfect anniversary gift for him.

"I'm home~" Hyunjin kicked off his shoes and found you scavenging through his binders and some of your folders. He gave you a quick peck on the top of your head. "Artistic rush?" You nodded and he chuckled, sitting down next to you. "What are you looking for?"

"Just some shades. I'm trying to find the nature catalog." Humming softly, you leaned against his shoulder. "I had a little thought." Laughing softly, you traced patterns on your boyfriend's thigh. "How was practice?"

"It was kinda fun today. We goofed off mostly and we were all okay with it. Even Minho was okay with it." Hyunjin tangled his fingers in the locks of your hair before reaching into a mess of binders and pulled a smaller one out. "Here."

"Thanks Hyunnie.” He hummed his acknowledgement, kissing your cheek again.

“I’m gonna shower and work on some things,” He got up and went to get his clothes from your bedroom. You, on the other hand, grabbed a spare bin, put the catalog, some paints you could easily find, and many brushes or various shapes inside. The rest of the day, you looked into multiple art studios, trying to find ones with a nice view and large windows.

“This is the one.” You found a lovely, spacious yet cozy studio that faced the west, allowing one to see the prettiest sunsets from the room. Booking a viewing appointment for tomorrow, you quickly made another checklist; things to double check and look for to make sure what you were buying had the proper things. Grabbing your tote bag, a birthday gift from your boyfriend who painted delicate roses on the sides, you put the list in, your car keys, and your wallet with Changbin’s card inside.

“As you can see, this studio has a smaller, more private office area with a lovely view of the city. It’s perfect for smaller businesses or artists or all kinds. Out here,” the realtor led you out of the little office to the outside space, “is the kitchen and a large open area here that can fit your various needs. Should it be a living room, meeting area, art studio based on your pretty bag there.” The woman smiled, gesturing to your tote bag.

“It’s beautiful. May I check and look around the studio?”

“Feel free to. I have another client downstairs so take as much time as you need,” The realtor smiled and left, going to the bottom floor to meet the client. Looking around, you checked for any damage, locating wall outlets, checking the space, checking the windows. Satisfied, you went down the many floors to find the realtor, going to make your down payment with Changbin’s card.

You better love and use that studio to bits and pieces. Pay me back when you can :>

Texting Changbin back that you promise to pay him back, you drove home, catching Hyunjin on his way back to the house from a company dinner. Next week, you’d start the painting and prep. “Hi Jinnie! I finally figured out my artistic rush. So unfortunately I’ll be busy for a long long time.”

You giggled at the silly ferret’s antics. “Oh no! You’re going to disappear off the face of the Earth for a long time. When can I expect your kisses?” “Mmm… a week or two?”Jaw drop.

“Lord. Are you being summoned to paint down in the depths of hell? What are you painting? A skyscraper?” Hyunjin pounced on you, hugging you tightly and peppering kisses all over you. “Come back alive, my love.”

“Dramatic.” Laughing, you hugged him back, with a big grin, “I just wanna perfect this project. Besides, I literally see you everyday, angel.”

“Alright, alright fine.”

For a few days, you spent hours painting the walls, deciding on a green summery background, with faint mountains in the background. Coming home, you set your bags down, sighing, glad to be home. “Babyy!” Hyunjin comes to you, hugging and spinning you around with a wide grin. “You have green paint on your cheek… You’re really using that nature binder, huh?”

You flushed a light pink, attempting to wipe off the dried paint. “Ah…” Laughing slightly, you rest your face against Hyunjin’s chest. Stilling slightly, Hyunjin brought his hands up to your head and your back, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

A week later, you set the wet brush down on the paper, admiring your work. In the center of the wall was a grand cherry blossom tree, its branches stretching across the walls and parts of the ceiling. The white and pink blossoms stood out against the greenery, a flurry of floating blossoms seeming to drift in the wind. After hours of research, you found UV paint and glow in the dark paint. You outlined the tree and some blossoms. You added small details in your mural, working a lot later than you normally had, determined to finish this soon.

By the time you finished detailing, you gasped in wonder as the paint glowed brightly, seeming to shine brighter than the night life down below. The next and last day, you took the UV paint, marking up the mural with tiny messages. Satisfied, you sat on the couch, taking in the view of your finished mural. You were proud of the work you produced, stopping to admire it while you were cleaning up the studio. Before you left for the day, you left a little bag on the counter with a note.

“Can you believe we’ve almost been dating for 4 years?” Hyunjin smiled as he held you close, his arms wrapped around you, blanketing you with his warmth.

“Speaking of which, I planned dinner at the restaurant we went to on our first date tomorrow.”

“Really? Do you think your message is still by that table in the corner?” Hyunjin’s eyes shined, recalling the memory.

On your first date with him, you both went to this small local restaurant. It was cozy yet elegant in its own way. After finishing your meals, you pointed at the wall next to the table, decorated with messages from its many visitors. “For good luck?” Hyunjin shrugged, pretending not to seem overly excited. “Sure.” You found an open area on the wall, scribbling the date. You thought for a moment before writing Y/n & Hyun - our first date ~ Hyunjin tried his best to hide his smile as you got up to use the restroom. Unbeknownst to you, he stood up and wrote a message of his own near the ceiling, convinced you’d never see his wish for luck.

“Good morning darling. Happy anniversary~” You woke up to a decorated room, the walls of your shared room covered in many sketches and drawings.

“What is this?” Walking over to the walls, you read off the writing on a smaller sketch. “‘The 73rd thing I love about you. Your sleeping patterns.’” The sketch depicted a person, presumably yourself, curled up like a koala. You laughed and looked at other sketches. “‘The 12th thing I love about you. Your hugs.’ ‘The 5th thing I love about you. Your smile.’ ‘The 1st thing I love about you. You.’ Aw Jinnie… I love it so much. It’s beautiful. I love you so much. Happy anniversary my love.” You hugged your boyfriend tightly, kissing him lovingly.

“Where is it…” Your finger traced the walls, scanning for your message. “Found it! Right here, look!” You pointed at your faded handwriting, smiling brightly. You drew a heart near your previous message and wrote a new one. Happy 4 years to the one I love. “I don’t remember if you wrote one. I don’t think you did, did you?”

“I did write one. Honestly, I was completely head over heels for you when I first met you…So I wrote one in secret. Didn’t want to scare you away if you knew how much I cared about you.” Hyunjin blushed, looking away from you before searching the writing near the ceiling, pointing at the corner. I know it has to be you, so please let it be you. Underneath was a small cherry blossom, a symbol of when you first met Hyunjin.

“Speaking of cherry blossoms… It's time for me to show you your gift.” Taking him to the tall building, Hyunjin was confused, unsure of what you could be referring to.

“Oh my god. Did you buy this building?” He paled slightly, making you laugh.

“Why does everyone think I’m gonna buy a building?!” Shaking your head with a smile, you took him up to the studio, placing the key in his hand. “Happy anniversary, darling.” Hyunjin nervously unlocked the studio, gasping at the sight.

“A new studio? For me? This is your gift? Oh my god.” You flipped the lights on. The mural was fully revealed, nearly bringing your boyfriend to tears. “I…” He rushed to feel the wall, tracing the blossoms. “Cherry blossoms. When we first met…”

“This isn’t even the best part.” You grinned, relishing in how emotionally touched he was.

“There’s more?!” He nearly shrieked, trying to figure out the tricks you hid up your sleeves.

“Close your eyes.” Hyunjin hesitantly closed his eyes, anxious for the rest of your surprise. You turned off the lights, waiting for the paint to glow again. The low glow of the paint illuminated part of the room. “Open.”

Hyunjin stared, mouth agape at the glowing mural. Tearing up, he sniffled, coming to hug you tightly.“It’s beautiful. I love it so much. I… don’t even have the words to express how much I love this. It’s stunning…”

“Go grab the bag on the counter.” Hyunjin reluctantly peeled himself off you, sniffling as he grabbed the small bag off the counter. “Go ahead, turn it on.” Reaching inside, he revealed a UV light. He turned it on, waving it around. “No you goofball, point it at the wall.”Slowly but surely, the UV messages you spent writing all over the mural revealed themselves. Your boyfriend was full on sobbing, sitting by the wall, tracing your messages with his finger. Looking back at you with tears streaming down his face, he made grabby hands towards you, making you come over to him, hugging him and laughing.

“Don’t look at meee…” Hyunjin sniffled, wiping his face with his sweater sleeve as he read your messages aloud. “‘I expect my kisses in two weeks' time.�� ‘If you find this, I may or may not have used up all of your green paint.’” Hyunjin laughed, still crying as he buried his face in your shoulder. “I love you. I love you so much. I thought you bought me a whole entire building… Maybe I should do that. Buy you a building so we can paint every room, every wall, everything. I’m gonna paint the world for you.” Giggling, you wiped his tears, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Gonna paint my endless love for you.”

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graceyappsalot · 2 months

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“Everybody deserves flowers.”

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Okay so my last post did pretty good I think! So I’m gonna be posting this early because I’ll be busy this weekend but I still wanna post something!

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Percy Jackson x !!afab!! reader

Cussing, slight angst, heart break, unrequited love at first. Fluff at the end!!

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It was a typical morning at camp. The sun was brightly shining. Beating down on everybody, making it a more warm than typical. Percy walked past you. Like he normally does looking for annabeth, you guess.

“Oh shit sorry Y/N.” Percy said nervously as he had bumped into you, not taking in his surroundings. “ i didn’t see you there, almost like you were invisible.” He joked

“Oh.” You laughed it off even though those words had hurt worse than any other. “Guess I’m a ghost!”

“Hey have you seen annabeth?” He look around anxiously. Holding something in his hand. It looked like a letter, maybe.

“No I haven’t sorry, is everything okay?” You prodded at the situation, now getting nosy.

“Yeah I just, you know what I gotta tell someone, come here.” He grabbed your hand, and led you into the woods.

Oh. My. God. He’s holding my hand! I can’t believe it. The boy I’ve liked ever since he first showed up at camp. The way he talks and walk and just everything about him is just perfect! I follow him into the woods, feeling like I’m floating.

You two reach a rock, and he pulls you to sit next to him.

“I like annabeth. Actually I might love her.”

Oh… that’s not what you wanted to hear. You take your hands away from his. Your heart dropped. It feels like the entire word is ending. How could you have been so stupid. Of course he likes annabeth, everybody does. Tears well in your eyes but you do your best to hide them.

“That’s great Percy! I’m sure she feels the same way!” You try your best to support him, because no matter what, you will always care for him.

“Maybe, try giving her a gift, I mean everybody deserves flowers?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea! I need to give her this letter. I just can’t find her.” He gets up. “Y’know, you’re a really good friend.” Percy gleams at you and walks off.

You let go. Of all the hurt, all the pain, why does it hurt so bad.

After about an hour you finally get up and make your way back to camp

You see Percy and giving the letter to annabeth. She shakes her head no at him and walks away. Percy looks like a kicked puppy

The words he told you over play in your head. Over and over again.

So……

You walk past him and into your cabin. Because the world didn’t end when the boy you liked for months ended up liking some one else.

Day go by and you get better. You find out that annabeth rejected Percy. Which sucks but it’ll all be okay. Percy has tried talking to you numerous times, but you don’t let up easy.

Today you were sitting in a flower field. Just reading a book. Until your peaceful quietness was interrupted. By a certain someone

“Hey.” Percy staggered out. He sat beside you underneath a big oak tree.

“Hey..” you try your best to avoid eye contact.

“Why have you been avoiding me like I’m the plague?” He jokes

“Percy. I have to tell you something. I don’t wanna keep hiding it from you, because you’re an important person to me.” This sudden urge to let go of all your feelings struck you

“Tell me. You can tell me anything.” He gets closer

“Okay, well. Percy I’ve liked you ever since you first showed up at camp with your stupid smile, and stupid clothes.” You start to get a little emotional “I hate you. I hate you so much.” You stand up and start pacing

“What’s going on, why do you hate me? You just said you liked me?” Percy is obviously confused.

“That’s the thing! I hate you because I still like you. It’s like you do no wrong to me. You could stab me a million times and I’d still love you.” Percy stands up and spins your around to face him

“I wish you would’ve told me sooner. Part of me has always liked you too. When you started ignoring me, well.. it was the worst time of my life.” He pauses for a minute “I never realized but I’ve always looked for you, everywhere I go. And when you get sent on quest I make sure I’m there with you. I get protective I guess. I just thought it was because you were a good friend to me.”

“But..?” You say wanting to know more

“You’re so much more than that. You always check up on me. You always make sure I’m laughing when I’m with you. Annabeth didn’t do that. I mean sure she’s a good friend but…I can only see my self with you now.”

“Are you saying…that you like me too.”

“Duh you idiot.” He looks like he gets an idea which is normally not a good thing. He wonders off for second, somewhere you can’t quite see him.

“What the heck?” You mumble. He comes rushing back with….

“Here. It’s like you said everybody deserves flowers.” He hands them off to you “but you especially deserve them.”

“Oh Percy Jackson, I never knew you could be such a sap.”

“Oh don’t let it get to your head.”

This time you and Percy walk back into camp. But with your hands intertwined and huge smiles covering the both of your faces.

You were Percy’s and he was yours.

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Okay so a little surprise because I won’t be able to post this weekend 🫶🏻 this is pretty bad but I tried to make it cute 😭 I’ll try to write for other fandoms soon I’m just obsessed with Percy right now and it all people want!!

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realkavehgf · 3 months

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♡ I must confess...

a/n: I said I was gonna take a break but since I impulsively made this self-indulgent fic, I might as well share my cringe to the world!! AHAHA I finished and proofread at 3am so you might see a few errors here and there. This is a late Valentine's fic! I was supposed to finish this on the day itself but school...

!!! I am not a writer, I mainly draw artworks, so this isn't as good as the others out there, but enjoy the product of my lil brain!

content: 1.3+k words, reader pov focused, reader confesses, reader is an absolute simp for kaveh(cough), a part that implies that reader draws, giving kaveh cookies, kaveh is a pretty popular guy, fluff, just fluff. not sure if it's ooc but it's not that bad if it is! friends to lovers, kavehxgn!reader, modern HS au! Self-indulgent, but it's pretty much general so dw!

Fic under the cut! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

After school, holding a small box of cookies and a Valentine's card behind your back, you prepped yourself. Today was the day. Today, you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him— that you really, really liked him.

Waiting outside in the courtyard, standing near the bench that you two would usually sit and hang out on, you waited to see that pretty boy blond that made your heart skip a beat for every little thing he did with you... Probably excluding the nagging he would do every so often when he was worried about you.

After a while, he called out to you, "I'm here! Sorry for the wait!" momentarily rendering you frozen in place. His bright voice ringing out, slightly out of breath.

Kaveh sat beside you with a smile, arms full of chocolatey sweets. "There were some people who gave me a few things on the way here... And I couldn't really refuse them, you know." He tittered awkwardly.

It was to be expected for someone like him to receive confessions, treats, and whatnot during this special day — he was kind, considerate... and, you could say that he was well liked by those who knew him.

He placed the chocolates and letters on the bench carefully, and... You were going to add to the amount of treats he was going to have to finish. Hesitance took root, you gulped. Palms starting to get sweaty as your heart pounded in your chest, and all of that... Just because he was there.

"Kaveh..." You muttered, before clearing your throat, hands firmly behind your back as you faced him, "I have something to tell you."

He blinked, caught off guard. "Oh? Um, what is it...?" obvious that he was drawing conclusions in his mind — his cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second. As always, being an open book whenever he was with you.

Though, from that reaction of his... Could it be?

"You probably already know what I was going to tell you..." you grumbled under your breath, turning your head to look at something else, your face burning from embarrassment.

"No, no..." He spoke up, voice softening, "Tell me."

This guy is going to cause you a heart attack one of these days, damn it! Speaking oh-so gently... You could only imagine his expression as he watched you squirm about, eyes glued on the nearby trash bins trying to calm down.

"Alright, I..." You started, "I-" you stuttered, "I...!" oh, you just couldn't!

You heard him come a little bit closer, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Look at me." He spoke firmly, yet tenderly.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding a visage that reflected your own — a blushing mess. "That- that's better..." He whispered, giving you a bashful little smile.

You let out a soft whimper as you two locked eyes... Oh that ruby gaze you could just get lost in— no, no, damn it. Damn it all! Why is he like this?!

"Okay, okay..." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, showing him the gifts you had prepared. "I... like you." Voice growing weaker with each word that you let out.

And there it was — the feelings you held in for months on end, out of the bag.

A few moments of silence ensued, the beating of your heart growing louder, almost deafening in your ears—

Until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you tight. Not even taking the gifts first, huh....

He giggled, sighing of relief, refusing to show you his face. "I hope you're sure about that..." He muttered, letting his warmth envelop you, hiding his face from you. Your legs trembling from the sensation.

"Uh- mhm, I'm sure." You reassured him, unable to return the fluffy embrace as, well, you were holding the box of cookies and card in both your hands.

He pulled back slightly, glancing at the things you made him, "Oh, right! Sorry, let me take these real quick." he said, taking the sweets and the card from your grasps.

Checking the card's contents, he chuckled, "'For you'... and, is this supposed to be me?" He asked, showing you the card that you made for him — and yes, that was him in all his doodled glory. It wasn't as good as his own silly scribbles, but that unwavering smile of his indicated that he didn't care, and he absolutely loved it.

He placed your gifts on the bench, separated from the rest that he received earlier. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. His hand on his face as he looked at you.

Silence... Before he'd walk back towards you, wrapping you with his arms once more. "Thank you... I... really like you too." He admitted awkwardly, hushed. "So, I'm... very happy." He continued, hearing his voice tremble ever so slightly.

You returned his hug with your own, squeezing him back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering about rapidly — you couldn't help but to lean on him.

"I'm happy too..." You whispered back, basking in his affection, catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with the scent of the sunny day that went by... It tickled your nose in a good way.

...

"... You better not be crying," you quipped, as he didn't speak after a few seconds.

He scoffed, "Er- hmph, no I'm not." his voice coming out nasally, oh.

Wait, was he actually crying?!

You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, tears of joy, you hoped, trickling down his cheeks.

"Hey, don't look at me—!" He managed to say with a chuckle, before getting cut off by you cupping his cheeks, and wiping his tears with your thumbs, causing him to look at you, wide-eyed.

"No, no, I'm gonna stare, and stare real hard." You teased, giving him a bright smile. His cheeks heating up even more from your words. "You're so dramatic sometimes—" You continued to joke, but now was his turn to catch you off guard.

He took one of your hands, and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering a little too long. Smiling charmingly afterwards despite him tearing up just a second ago.

You stared at him, flabbergasted, oh you definitely kept your word... He bested you yet again...! You grumbled, the thumping in your chest growing louder in your ears, but you couldn't look away from him.

This... is so unfair!!

"You were saying?" He let out a light laugh, "So cute..." he remarked, causing shivers to run up your spine.

"Damn it..." You pouted, pulling your hands away, and taking a few steps back. "That was so uncalled for..." you grumbled.

He merely laughed, "You've done worse, you know! I'm sorry!" before leading you to take a seat on the bench, next to the pile of sweets.

"Alright... Why don't we eat yours first?" He offered, taking the box you gave to him in his hand, looking at you for your approval.

Recovering from what just happened, you cleared your throat, "Sure, sure... I don't mind." flashing him a smile.

He nodded, opening the tin box of cookies, he beamed, "These look delicious..." he muttered, his eyes twinkling at the confections sitting on his lap.

He reached out his hand to you, offering you the first bite. Making your heart skip a beat — it wasn't the first time he offered you food, but when it's this setting...

"No, you eat it first!" You waved your hands dismissively, but stubborn as he was, he continued to offer it to you. Not taking no as an answer.

But to be fair, if you continued to resist, it'd turn into a back and forth of insisting the other should eat the biscuit first... So you accepted it, and took a bite.

"Mm." Unsurprisingly, it was good. You picked it out yourself, after all!

Seeing your reaction, Kaveh picked up a cookie as well, taking a bite. Hearing a delighted hum leave his lips, you let out a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you were holding.

You continued to look at him as he savored your gift with a smile.

Everything has calmed down, and both of you were aware about each other's feelings now. But whatever that would come next would be for tomorrow, because right now, both of you would savor this memorable moment — the taste of the sweetness of cookies, each other's company...

... And the brokenhearted admirers of Kaveh watching from afar.

#❥ | shindewriting #kaveh x y/n #kaveh x reader #genshin kaveh #genshin fluff #kaveh fluff #astronetwrk #wow holy shit late valentine's fic!!!!

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inexplicablymine · 4 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

It is the first WIP WEDNESDAY of 2024 and in preparation for the start of the new year I have something fun for you!!! All of my WIP posts going forward into this next year will be for multichapter works that I have coming out sometime in 2024.

So for today, a current shortlist of multichapter works coming out + some little snippets

Giftmas

12 fics of Giftmas: 9 one shot works left to post that will resume in a “10 days of posting in a row” festivities once I am settled into my new home in a new country after a very abrupt move over the holidays

Looking for Orion

6 CH | art by @okayandre_art

5+1 Alive Arthur fic, five times Henry had important conversations with Arthur while hunting for Orion and one time Alex did. You can read my snippet here.

Olympic Proportions

3 work follow up | art by @noodles_and_tea

follow ups to my fic Because I’m A Scoundrel following the boys on their Olympic journeys to Paris 2024 (in real time) with the qualifying events and the Olympics themselves

Mind Over Matter

14 CH | Canon Divergence

Magical Mindreading AU; when Alex is granted the gift of being able to hear thoughts about him from those he is most compatible with, everything goes… slightly different.

Sweater Weather

9 CH | Letters Focused

Childhood Best Friends to Lovers over the course of their first year in college on opposite coasts as D1 Soccer players (yes it is football I know, apologies, they are playing in the US)

the ties that bond us

10 CH | art by literally almost everyone (not kidding)

Bond/Q actor AU following the boys over the ups and downs of shooting and promoting a new Bond trilogy and the epistolary view from the outside world as they get together!

[Redacted] co write with @celaestis1

15 CH | Dual POV

Strangers to Lovers AU, what happens when you don’t have that DTR, and the hilarious differences in the understanding of “what are we”

Ice Ice Baby

37 CH | Zukka | ATLA | art will be commissioned by @jasminedragonart

Olympic Figure Skating AU that follows the gangs journey over nearly a decade in the limelight. Yes that’s right. A full length ATLA work that has been outlined for 2+ years. I figured it was time. ;)

[redacted] for The Pairing

… yes that’s right I already have an idea for a work 👀 can’t wait to get my hands on the book and languish in it

Thank you to everyone recently for the tags in the end of year games ~ I have just complied them ALL below both as a thank you for tagging me and a tag back + some amazing wonderful people I would like to see how you are doing in this new year <33 (also open tag PLS SHOW ME THE THINGS!!!)

I am in the middle of an abrupt move and have not been as present taking care of those pesky real life things that adults must partake in.

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And there are more but I am limited by tagging conventions shakes fist

#all my WIP’s at once #mind over matter #the ties that bond us #fic: T3BU #series: Olympic Proportions #looking for orion #sweater weather #ice ice baby #rwrb fanfiction #atla fanfic #atla zukka #zukka fanfic #zukka au #zukka #firstprince wip #firstprince fanfic

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

a/n: This fic is a gift for a dear friend of mine who has a birthday today (perhaps in a couple more hours in her timezone, but shhh...), @aquagirl1978 . Dear Aqua, you deserve the world, all my best wishes wouldn't be enough...thank you for being here, for all that you do for us. I'm not lying when I say that it's because of you that this place feels like home, I'm glad to have met you. I hope you can have many more wonderful moments of enjoying your favorite things, many moments of inspiration for your lovely works, many moments of laughter and many, many smiles. For starters, have a great day today, and I hope this little fic can add to the good mood! 🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Your blog is amazing and your fics will probably be the death of me at some point, they're so well-written though I just can't stop reading them!

I gotta say Larissa being a mother figure to her students has a special place in my heart, I need more of that and I was wondering if you could maybe write Larissa x student! reader who hates their shapeshifting powers? They struggle to see their abilities as anything other than a burden because questioning your sense of self can be pretty challenging and « Who am I ? » is one hell of a tricky question when there’s an endless sea of people you can turn into.

Finding Yourself

Larissa Weems x student!reader

Authors Note: This idea is incredible. Thank you for this.

“I was told to come have a little chat with you…” Principal Weems found you in the library, curled up with a book you could care less about. She pulled a chair next to yours, taking a seat and crossing her legs, “How are you, Mx. L/n?”

You stare silently at her, biting the inside of your cheek. Your roommate and dorm mother had told you to talk to Principal Weems about your abilities, but frankly you didn’t even know what to say.

“I’ve heard… that you are struggling with your powers.” Larissa pushed forward a little bit, shifting to sit on the edge of her chair, “Would you like to talk about it?”

You take a deep breath, hating how forced this conversation felt, “I don’t want to be a shapeshifter. I- It just makes life so much harder.”

Principal Weems smiled at you. It was a smile built from the painful memories in which she had thought and felt the same things, “It does. Doesn’t it?”

“How do I choose who I am? I can be anyone. Not to mention there is a million people asking me to be a million things. Do you know how many time people ask me to turn into celebrities or teachers?” You tuck the book in between yourself and the chair, really digging into the meat of what upset you so much.

“The good news is you never have to pick who you want to be. You will grow up and change and fall in love and change and work and change and grow old and change. Change is inevitable,” Principal Weems was so intentional in the way she spoke, making every work count, “Never feel like you have to choose.”

“How did you find yourself?”

“It took some growing pains. A few bad relationships with people who wanted me for anything but myself,” Larissa tried not to get too into it, but wanted to be forthright, “I realized that even with my powers… I like my normal form the best. I don’t really shape-shift more than I have to. Just because we all have gifts and abilities, doesn’t mean we have to use them.”

“So I’m back to where I started. I can be anyone… Why be myself?”

“I must admit you are asking questions for a philosopher and I am a mere principal, but I will say that you should want to be you because you have to live with you for the rest of your life. We sometimes take into account what others think we should be rather than who we really are.” Larissa leaned back in her armchair and looked out the window.

“How do I find myself and who I want to be?” You were liking her advice. She was genuine and seemed to be honest if anything.

“Again with the tough questions. I would recommend trying things. Try new styles and being friends with new people. Try new clubs and classes. We can only find ourselves by experiencing what the world has to offer. You don’t have to know who you are today or tomorrow or the next day. That’s what high school is for. Hell, I’m 44 and I still sometimes think, Larissa, what are you doing with your life? Is this really who you are?”

You laugh at the final thought she added, “Can we talk more about this? Maybe in a couple weeks when I have time to try some new things?”

“Absolutely. You stop by my office whenever you want.” Larissa stood, opening her arms, “Now come here, give me a hug to end this philosophical therapy session.”

You stand with a smirk and lean into her embrace, enjoying the comfort of someone who knows exactly what you are going through, “Thank you, Principal Weems.”

#larissa weems #fanfic #wednesday netflix #larissa weems x reader #oneshot #gwendoline christie #student!reader #plantonic

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avatar-anna · 2 years

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hey anna, i had a rough day & would love if you could give me your best angst to match my mood 🥺 screaming, crying, throwing up, ya know the vibe, something that’ll hurt, ur my fave, thank u in advance

i got u b! hope this does what it needs to 🥰🥰 i suggest listening to some olivia rodrigo for this one

throwin it back to the 1d days for this one, so shout out to all my directioners

Today you were surprising Harry at the studio.

You hadn't been able to see him much because he was hard at work making One Direction's third album. The last two had a lot of success, and Harry had expressed how he and the other boys were feeling the pressure to perform well. You knew he liked his space, so you'd given it to him, but you thought after a whole week of not seeing each other, he could benefit from seeing a friendly face.

Harry had been something of a pleasant surprise. You were a uni student studying in London when you bumped into him at a party that you'd been invited to by some of your more well-connected friends. You talked for hours about music, books, dreams, everything really. When you eventually had to leave, he wouldn't let go until you promised to see him again, and you'd been an item ever since.

Things were good. You saw each other when you could and talked on the phone and video chatted when you couldn't. He made sure he made time in his busy schedule for you, never once missing a virtual or in-person date. He gave you gifts, he listened to you rant about professors and exams and friend problems while you did the same, but mostly he just made you happy. Whenever you saw him, you got this giddy feeling that started at the top of your head and spread all the way down to your toes. The two of you were absolutely smitten, anyone with eyes could see it.

Except Isabella.

Isabella was some heiress turned model or something like that and a friend of Harry's. At the beginning of your relationship, you didn't see anything wrong with their friendship, but a few months in and you started to notice things.

Like how she always seemed to be in town whenever you and Harry went on dates, or how she touched Harry a little too much for your liking, or how she claimed she was just "one of the guys" but only hung out with your boyfriend. She went to multiple concerts around the world because she could, claiming, "Harry's my best friend, why wouldn't I?"

That stung. You wanted to go to all of Harry's shows too, but you couldn't hop on a private jet and fly to wherever he was, and even if you could, you were still in school, you didn't have the time. Harry never faulted you for that, so you didn't understand why Isabella felt the need to throw it in your face that you weren't there for him as much as she was.

But you could've put up with all of that. You could've dealt with Isabella and chalked her behavior up to her snobbish upbringing, yet when you brought your concerns up to Harry, he did the oddest thing. He defended her.

"She's not into me like that, we've just been friends a long time, Y/n."

That stung. Not only did he not see what you saw, but he also just brushed off your concerns as if they didn't exist. But you weren't an idiot. Quite the opposite if your enrollment in your uni's nursing program had anything to say about it. Isabella at the very least had feelings for Harry that extended past friendship.

So you started stepping up your game a little. Nothing major, just making sure you didn't wear your scrubs during video chats and wore the things you knew he liked best on you. You did surprise pop-ins at the studio, bringing baked goods for Harry and the other boys. You couldn't swat away Isabella like a gnat, but you could pretend she wasn't there as much as humanly possible. Your next step if things went on—say, showing up on another one of your dates with Harry and he just let her stay—you would finally confront him about it. But you hoped this would be enough.

You stepped through the fancy glass doors of the recording studio, following the familiar path to what had become One Direction's room for this album. There was a slight skip to your step as you walked the halls lined with famous artists signed to the label. You were having an excellent hair day, you were in your favorite pair of jeans, and you managed to get your winged eyeliner to match.

When you opened the door to the recording room, that good feeling was gone in an instant. She was there, leaning in close to him as they shared a pair of headphones and listened to a song together, most likely one he'd recorded recently. So wrapped up in each other, they didn't even notice you come in until the door swung closed.

"You two look busy. I guess I'll come back later," you said, though how you did it was a mystery. There was a lump the size of a golfball stuck in your throat.

Turning on your heel, you left before either of them could say anything. On your way out, you ran into Zayn and Niall, who had smiled upon seeing you, but their expressions immediately morphed into ones of concern when they saw you wiping tears from your eyes. You tried to step past them, but Zayn caught your elbow.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice soft and soothing.

"I'm fine," you said, but even you could tell that you didn't sound very convincing. Before you knew it, tears were falling faster than you could wipe them away and you struggled to catch your breath.

"Hey, it's okay," Zayn said, bringing you in for a hug. You let him, relaxing a little as Niall rubbed your arm affectionately.

It was at that moment that Harry and Isabella decided to come out. He looked concerned, but she looked utterly unbothered, even when she saw you crying.

"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked, but when you stepped out of Zayn's arms, you bypassed your boyfriend and rounded on Isabella.

"You need to back off."

"Back off? Back off of what?" she asked, feigning innocence.

You kept your breathing as steady as you could, trying your best to ignore the fact that you probably looked a mess. "Harry is my boyfriend, and I'm uncomfortable with the way you act around him. It's disrespectful."

"Disrespectful? I'm his best friend. If you have a problem with that, that's not my problem, it's yours."

The hallway was dead silent despite there being five people in it. You didn't know what to say, which seemed to satisfy Isabella. In a desperate attempt for backup, you turned to the one person who should've been on your side without any questions asked. "Harry?"

You knew he hated confrontation, but you needed him. You always defended him when the boys teased him a little too much, you were always there for him when he was frustrated with a bad day of writing. You were always on his side, now you needed him on yours.

"I, um," he struggled with finding something to say. You felt Zayn and Niall watching this whole exchange like you were some teen drama, but you tried not to pay attention to them.

"This is ridiculous, Harry. Your girlfriend's jealous and insecure. We shouldn't have to change our friendship for her."

Harry took his time responding again, and each second that passed filled you more and more with dread. Finally, he said, "I—I've told you that nothing's going on with her, Y/n. I need you to trust me."

It would've hurt less if you'd been slapped. If you couldn't make him see it now, you never would. Bracing yourself for something you never thought you had to do, you loosed a breath and looked Isabella in the eye.

"Right. Well, you don't have to worry about stepping on any toes or crossing any lines, not that you ever did. He's all yours. I'm done."

You left without another word, feeling like your heart was trying to make a hasty escape through your throat. As you walked away, you heard Isabella say, "Did you hear the way she talked about him? He's not a piece of meat."

"Oh shut up, Isabella." That was Niall. His comment made a smile flicker on your lips, but it only reminded you of the fact that it was still someone else defending you and not the person it should've been.

Before you made it to the elevators, you heard soft footfalls behind you. Harry was there, lightly gripping your elbow and spinning you around. "Really, that's it? You break up with me just like that?"

"You couldn't even stick up for me in front of her, Harry! If you're not on my side, then what's the point?"

"There are no sides, Y/n! We're just friends! Why don't you believe me when I've already told you countless times?"

"She doesn't want to be just your friend! How many dates has she crashed? How many times have you cancelled or left early because she needed you? She was practically on top of you in the studio just now! I've let it all slide, but I'm not gonna do it anymore, Harry. She may not see it that way, and you might not either, but it is disrespectful. She doesn't respect me, and she certainly doesn't respect our relationship.

"I've kept my mouth shut, I've pretended like what she was doing wasn't driving a wedge between us, but all that did was bring us to this point. There's not a wedge between us, Harry. We'd have to be on the same plane of existence for that."

You hated how much your words seemed to hurt Harry. At least it meant that he really did care for you, but it wasn't enough.

"I don't know what you want me to do," he said quietly.

"Stop hanging out with her, admit that how she acts around you isn't normal 'best friend' behavior. Do anything but just stand there and look at me like I'm crazy."

When he still couldn't at least admit that Isabella was out of line, that was all you needed. Looking back on that moment, you remembered not feeling sad that your relationship had come crashing down in a matter of minutes, you only felt angered by his choice, and maybe a little resigned, like some part of you knew it was coming.

Nodding, you said, "Right. Guess that answers that then. When she finally does make her move, I hope someone is there to say 'I told you so.' Goodbye, Harry."

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Two weeks later and you were still devastated. Everything still felt so fresh, and it took just about everything in you to get up in the morning and go to school.

You hoped that Harry was feeling similar. Part of you thought that he would call or come visit you, but he hadn't and you were starting to lose faith in that particular fantasy.

At the very least, you hoped you inspired a song on One Direction's upcoming album.

Speaking of, as you were getting ready for school one morning, you got a phone call from Zayn.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hi. How've you been?"

"Alright considering, I suppose. I've just enough strength to get me through classes, but that's about it. Is that pathetic?"

You were partially joking, but mostly not. When Zayn didn't answer right away, though, you began to worry. "Zayn? What is it?"

"I just wanted to give you a heads up. It'll probably be all over the Internet, but I thought you deserved to hear it from a friend."

Your stomach dropped. You knew it was coming, but you wanted to believe that Harry really did love you. "At least he didn't cheat, right?"

"Y/n—"

"It's fine, Zayn, really. I, um, I should be getting to school. I don't want to miss my bus."

You didn't take the bus, and you definitely weren't going to school, but you needed to get off the phone as quickly as possible.

"Do you need anything? The boys and I are all planning to egg his place while he records some solos," he said. An attempt to make you smile. It would've worked if you didn't just lose the ability to feel anything.

"No, I don't need anything, but thank you. For asking and for calling." It was certainly more than Harry did.

"I have to get going, but call any of us if you need anything. You may have broken up with him, but we're still friends, yeah? Don't be a stranger."

You hung up soon after, and then you were left to stew in your misery. Sobs wracked your body as you blindly made your way back to your room. Your heart physically ached, despite having braced yourself for this possibility even before you'd broken up with him

The hardest part was accepting the fact that you and Harry were truly finished because when you were good, you were really good. He loved you, you believed that, but somewhere down the line, he found it in him to like someone else. You could only hope that one day you'd be able to move on, because right now you felt like your apartment was crushing your chest.

"You didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor," you mumbled to yourself as you got into bed. Now that was a song lyric. Shutting your eyes, you hoped that the face you were still in love with despite everything didn't haunt you in your dreams the way he was about to haunt you in real life.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot #harry styles x you #harry styles angst #one direction

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writtingsomestuff · 1 year

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something related to marriage with Leon Goretzka?

I hope you like it! <3 (Not me watching his videos on YouTube to become familiar with his voice.) As always, any comment about my writing is welcome!

Please take into account that English is not my first language.

warnings: none, I think Leon Goretzka x fem!reader There's a small suprise at the end

Happy Birthday, Love!

You let out a relieved sigh once you walked into your new home. After a long day at work, where you were surprised by your co-workers and a celebration night planned by your husband, you felt like you could sleep in the middle of the hall.

You took off your heels and left your purse in the floor. Leon hated disorder, but taking into account how asleep you were, you couldn't care less. He came right behind you and took the purse to put it into the table.

You carried your dead legs to the sofa and planned on sleeping there. Your husband came from the kitchen with a big glass of water for you.

"It seems that you enjoyed the night" He gave you one of his beautiful smiles

"Dear, I enjoyed it but I'm dead" You let out a huff while he looked at you lovingly

"As long as you enjoyed, that's enough for me" He said "Now please, sit down so you can drink your water and we can go to bed" He helped you to sit down properly. You looked at him with an honest smile on your face as you loved how much he loved you and cared about you, sometimes it felt like you did not deserve him

"Now you tell me," you began to talk slowly "how could you plan all of this? I mean, how long did it take you and how hard it was. There was everyone, literally, from my close friends to my family from back home, some of my past university mates and even your football friends"

"Let's say that... when I love someone," He began to speak while gave you your glass "I try the impossible to make them as much happy as I can" You drank your glass slowly and nodded to his words. You really did not deserve him. "Did you like your gift?"

"Ugh, Leon!" You said annoyed of how much love he could show you "you know I do, everything you do for me is just - you're just perfect, the perfect husband, alright? And sometimes I hate you for that because I cannot be as good as you are" You put the glass on the table while you looked at his eyes.

"Listen," Leon began "you're incredibly amazing, and I need you to know that. You are there for me, you try your best to take care of me, especially when I'm ill and you laugh at my bad jokes. I love how sweet you are to everyone and funny, how you try to cheer for me while being a Dortmund fan, how you make me watch your series and how happy you sound when you read out loud some of your books before going to sleep. Hell! I even love your disorder sometimes" He was on his knees, before you, with his hands on yours, "I love every single little thing about you, do you understand me?" He kissed your knuckles "and you deserve the world for that" He hugged tight as you tried to contain your tears.

You hugged him as well, in silent, both of you in the middle of the dining room, alone, on the floor. There was too much feelings there, no need to be said - it was enough to feel it.

You separated for him as you kept your hands on his super-defined arms. You gave him a small, shy kiss on his cheek.

"Leon" you took a deep breath, as you ended up letting your tears fall "I have to tell you something" he nodded for you to continue as he wiped your tears with his thumbs "Today is not your birthday" you left a small giggle, "but I have a surprise for you"

"Oh really?" He asked laughing "I wonder what it is"

You leaned into his ear, and whispered "I'm pregnant"

He looked at you amazed, as if he was dreaming, as if his biggest dream just came true. "Really?" He exclaimed without believing yet, and you just let out a small yes. He took you in his arms and lift you up and you squealed. "Oh my God!" He let out the biggest and most sincere laugh ever.

"We're going to be parents" you told him once he finally put you down. You caressed his right cheek with your hand, which he quickly took and kissed.

"You need to rest more, and eat healthier, much healthier" He said now, more serious "actually, I thing you could ask for your maternity leave now and -"

"I'm literally on my third week" you smiled at how he was freaking out more than you when you found out at your work place's bathroom

"No, no, no I think you should I mean..., like - this baby is... and his health-" he was literally starting to talk nonsense as you laughed at him "you know what, I'm calling Toni, he's been a father" He started to look for his jacket to get his phone

"Now?" You asked incredulously, as the clock indicated 02:07 A.M.

"Why not?" He asked as he looked for Toni's phone number. You just stood there, imagining how long that night was going to be.

"Leon, love, we will talk about this tomorrow, alright?" You took the phone from his hands and left it on the table "Now let's go to sleep and rest, please. We will figure out everything and you can ask Toni at a more reasonable hour, yeah?" You couldn't believe that you were the one calming him down "Come on, let's go to sleep"

He took your hand and together went upstairs.

"Don't prepare anything for my birthday, you already gave me the best gift" He told you as he got into the bed, next to you.

"The best one from you is still when you asked me to marry you" You told him sincerely

"Good night, sweetheart" He said, "and goodnight to you too" he whispered to the baby , as he put his hand on your belly.

The End

I hope you like it, I don't know how I wrote this and ended up with a pregnancy but I really hope you enjoyed it!

Love you all!!! <3

(Small Toni Kroos appearance because my man is a king)

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bastetwastaken · 4 months

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For the request thing, how about 12. Gift giving with casteshipping if you have the time?

Hey friend! Thanks for the ask ^.^

I ended up catching Covid and have spent a lot of time suffering, but I'm getting back around to writing things now <3 Sorry it's so late, and short, but my brain is still very foggy.

I hope you enjoy the silly sweet thing <3 <3

..........

It was late morning when he finally woke up to an empty bed.

The lack of warmth from the other person wasn’t a surprise to him by now though, Atem was an early riser, he always had been.

For him though, the best time of day for him to work was late afternoon and well into the evening, when Ra’s light had faded from the world and he could move under Khonsu’s less harsh gaze.

He stretched out and listened to the sounds of Atem moving around in their small apartment. Rubbing his hands quickly over his face he pushed himself out of the bed, he really should make an effort to start getting up earlier…especially today.

He left the bedroom and walked down the short hall toward the main room where he could see the soft glow of the lights Atem had insisted on putting on a tree which he had also insisted on bringing into their home.

“Morning.” He said as he shuffled into the room, smiling when Atem looked up from the book he was reading and laughed.

“Just.” Atem teased.

“Shut up.” He laughed.

Atem set his book to the side then stood up from the sofa, holding a hand out to him which he walked closer and took, pulling Atem toward him just to see the blush on Atems cheeks when he fell against his bare chest.

“I’m glad you’re awake.” Atem said softly.

“Hmm, can’t be without me?” He teased, hands sliding down Atems back over the soft jumper he was wearing.

“Maybe I can’t.” Atem said with a smile. “But no, the reason I was hoping you’d wake soon is under the tree.”

He frowned and looked to the side, spotting a small wrapped box sitting under the decorated tree.

“What?” He asked.

Atem laughed and moved away from him, taking his hand and pulling him down to kneel on the floor with him. He watched as Atem picked up the box and held it out to him, a golden bow stood out against the dark blue paper.

“I…I bought you something.” Atem said, chewing his lip nervously. “I know all of this is still new to us, but I wanted to follow tradition at least a little.”

He looked at the gift then up at Atem, confused as to why he felt the need to buy him something, and also a little guilty because he hadn’t thought of buying Atem anything at all…they’d both worked so hard to get to where they were right now and here he was, likely ruining things.

“I, um, didn’t get you anything.” He said quietly. “I didn’t know it was something we’d bother with.”

Atem smiled at him and shook his head, setting the neatly wrapped gift to the side and shuffling closer. Their knees pressed together, a smile worked its way onto his face without his permission when Atems hand cupped his cheek.

“You’ve already given me everything I want.” Atem said, leaning closer to him, their noses brushed as he spoke softly. “Being here, just having this life with you…is the best gift I’ve ever received.”

He stared blankly at Atem for a moment then scoffed.

“Is this an attempt on my life?” He asked. “Are you trying to kill me with kindness?”

“Shut up.” Atem said with a soft laugh before pressing their lips together.

He should be used to kissing Atem by now, but he still found himself shocked by how…casual they could be with one another now. Now Atem no longer held his status and he was no longer tainted by a reputation he never really truly wanted.

Sighing happily into the kiss, he moved forward, a hand in Atems hair as he pushed him back until he was laying on the soft rug. His lips left Atems for a moment and he smirked playfully.

“I could give you more gifts.” He said, brushing his lips against Atems again.

“You could.” Atem said before pulling him into another slow kiss.

#casteshipping #atem #bakura #silly sweet and romantic #ygo dm #fanfiction

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roseofdarknessblog · 1 year

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Sunflower On the Battlefield (Erwin Smith x Reader)

Word count: 4 290

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: Even before Erwin Smith became the Commander of the Survey corps, he was somehow afraid to fall in love and confess his feelings. But as we all know, love works in mysterious ways and sometimes even the smallest actions can direct our lives in new directions. All it took for Erwin, was to receive a small gift in a form of a sunflower.

Sunflower On the Battlefield

The morning air was unusually cold, even though winter was still far away. But it has always been your favorite part of the year. The foggy mornings, cozy afternoons, and cold nights. All the time spent under a fuzzy blanket with a good book, a cup of hot tea, and fire cracking peacefully in the fireplace.

Your whole life revolved around your family's little farm. You were born behind Wall Maria, not that far from Trost District, where your father originally came from. But one day he decided to leave the crowded city life and start living his dream in the middle of nature. In between smaller hills, near the forest, and just a short walk from the river. He always dreamed about breeding, and selling horses, but never thought about having an official contract with the Survey Corps.

Their horses needed to be bred very specially to allow them to outrun Titans during outside-the-wall expeditions. All of them were capable of running for long distances and weren't easily frightened by Titans. They had all the best qualities and cost a fortune. Well... for ordinary people, of course. The military was always capable of paying for everything they needed. And they paid well, so all the troubles with breeding were worth it.

At least that's what your father used to say.

„When are they supposed to arrive?“ you asked while brushing your favorite horse – a majestic white mare named Lora. It was love at first sight between the two of you because you were the one who helped her into this world. With almost zero experience but a strong will to help her survive and thrive.

„Don't know, maybe in an hour.“

„And how many of them? You haven't told me anything, which is really unlike you. You usually don't have secrets, not from me.“

„I don't have secrets, they just haven't told me anything this time.“

„But why?“ you demanded an answer.

„Can you stop?“ he murmured angrily. „I told you everything I know. Are you in a hurry or something?“

„No, but I don't want to spend the whole day just standing around and waiting for the Commander and his men.“

„You never know, maybe your sister will come with them.“

„No, I don't think so. She would let us know, she always does that.“

A short letter from the Survey Corps arrived three days ago. They asked your father for six new horses and today was the day they were supposed to come and choose their new four-legged comrades.

It was always a big thing for your father, but not as much for you. Just another regular day with a lot of fuss and unwanted attention.

„She seemed a little down the last time she came around here.“

„I mean... she lost her best friend just a couple of days earlier. They were inseparable since childhood, it had to be a massive shock.“ Losing a friend is hard enough, even without seeing her being eaten by a bloody Titan. „I doubt it gets easier,“ you murmured quietly.

„Of course it doesn′t, not for people like her. Or like you.“

„That′s the reason why I never joined their ranks.“

„And I′m glad.“ You shortly nodded at his firm tone and turned your attention back to the horse.

Of course he was glad. It was a miracle he let your sister go to the academy and join the military. You were never that lucky. But maybe it was for the best. Killing Titans was for the brave and strong, not for pathetic weaklings. A quiet life on your farm was a much better option.

The Survey Corps arrived within an hour. Your father was thrilled and welcomed the small group in green capes with a huge smile on his face. You stayed back, sat on the porch, and cuddled the tiny white punny you got just a few days ago. Snow Ball, as you named it, was a gift from the neighbors. They coulnd′t possibly imagine taking care of more dogs so the smallest and probably the fluffiest one of them ended up in your care.

The only thing that caught your attention was a tall blonde-haired, and blue-eyed soldier. Squad leader Erwin Smith, who smiled at you just as warmly as ever. The two of you got to know each other a few years back and became pretty good friends. Your mutual love for animals, especially horses, brought you closer with every exchanged letter.

But when it came down to talking in person, both of you were quite shy and... well, not the biggest social butterflies. You always exchanged just a few words before nerves got the best of you and you just smiled at each other like love-struck fools.

Except for the fact that you and Erwin were not in love.

„Hey, it′s nice to see you again.“

„Erwin, hey, how are you? You never answered my last letter.“

„Yeah, I know... sorry,“ he muttered and ran his right hand through his hair. Always perfectly combed back and styled with a lot of care. It gave him a really neat and clean look. „I meant to do that during our last expedition when things got a little quieter during the evening. But...“

„Let me guess, Titans got in the way?“

„Kinda... yeah... you know how it is out there.“

„Not really, I've never been outside Wall Maria. All I know is mostly from the stories you or my sister tell me.“

And that had to be enough.

Once, many years ago, you dreamed about going to the academy and becoming a part of the Survey Corps. But that was only a foolish, childish dream. At least for you – your older sister did just what she always dreamed of. She trained hard and when the right time came, she joined her heroes and became a hero herself.

„But I guess it got pretty rough. You never forget to write me back. I got a little worried, that something bad may have happened.“

He shrugged and with a soft smile came a few steps closer. „New puppy?“

„Named him Snow Ball.“ Erwin smiled a bit more brightly, bowed down, and patted the tiny creature in your lap on its fluffy head. „Got him from the neighbors just a few days back. He′s still pretty tiny and needs a ton of love.“

„So you got your hands pretty full these days.“

„Yeah, you could say that.“ Behind his back, your father was talking to Commander Keith Shadis, his good old friend from the days they both lived behind Wall Rose. They were childhood friends and former neighbors. Three other cadets, whom you have never seen before, were waiting by their horses. „And how was your latest expedition? Learned anything new?“

„No, not really. We just... you know... lost a lot of good people, but didn′t really move forward. Not in a way we hoped to.“

With a slow nod you looked to the ground, your heart rate slowly rising. Your nerves were on the edge – again. This man... vise, strong and brave could drive you crazy just by looking in your direction.

And it was never certain why. You were pretty certain that it had nothing to do with falling in love with him. But still... when talking to the tall and handsome Erwin Smith, you felt something special in your whole body. A really comforting and warm feeling.

„I′m sure your next journey will bring more success. It has to, right? Nobody′s got bad luck forever. You all are the hope of mankind, never forget that. “

„Please, never say those words again. I′m tired of hearing them over and over again. Especially after every failed expedition.“ He gritted his teeth and turned his face away. His words were almost colder that the still-blowing wind. „The people always welcome us with such high hopes, but all we really do is...“ You waited a few seconds, but it was quickly clear that Erwin didn′t even want to finish his sentence. He just shook his head, patted Snow Ball on its head one last time, and then stood up again.

„Don′t be so hard on yourself. I know you, Erwin. There is nobody who wants to succeed as much as you.“ You stood up, put the puppy down, and grabbed Erwin's hand. „Come with me, I want to show you something.“

„We′ll be leaving soon...“

„It′s just around the house, “you assured him and led the way down the stairs from the small porch. The farmhouse was small but cozy and warm. Most of the lot was reserved for growing different types of vegetables and fruits, the rest being left for the animals. Chickens, ducks, pigs, and horses in two big stables. „Remember what I was talking about in my last letter?“

„It was five pages long.“

You laughed and squeezed his hand a bit tighter. As if you were afraid he might run away if he got the slightest chance. „My letters are always long, you should have gotten used to it, soldier.“

„I got used to it. That wasn′t a reproach, just a little reminder.“

„You don′t have to remind me. I know exactly what I wrote about... every single thing, even the slightest detail.“ He smiled teasingly as his thumb brushed across your knuckles. „Erwin...“ you breathed out heavily and almost tripped.

God dammit!

„Careful!“ he blurted out and steadied you again. You risked a quick look at his face – it was hard to tell which one of you blushed harder. „Sorry, I′m...“

„I′ve always been extremely clumsy, one of the main reasons why I never joined your ranks,“ you laughed it off with a still wildly pounding heart. „Anyways... I was telling you how my sunflowers were doing. I chose different seeds this year, those from last summer weren′t the best.“

„Oh... yeah, the sunflowers.“

You rolled your eyes. „You didn′t pay attention to that part of my letter, did you?“

„Growing flowers isn′t exactly my cup of tea.“

„And killing Titans isn′t mine, but I always carefully read everything you write me. You should focus more next time.“

You almost jumped from surprise when he freed his hand from your grip, folded his left arm behind his back, and brought his right fist up to his heart. „As you wish, my lady! I promise to do better next time. Every little detail will be holy to me, no matter what topic it will talk about. I am gonna cherish your every word and even dream about everything you so kindly shared with an unworthy peasant like me.“

„Oh... I′m flattered, future Commander Erwin Smith,“ you answered with a cocky voice and fanned your face with your hand. „And don′t look so surprised, we both know that it′s just a matter of time. You deserve to be Commander, no one is better suited for that position.“

„What if I don′t want it?“ he asked with a sharp voice.

You shook your head in pure shock. His icy blue eyes were steadily fixed on your face – as if he was studying every little freckle around your nose. „Why wouldn′t you? We've talked about it, you seemed like you can′t wait for that day.“

Erwin Smith wasn′t an open book – not to you, at least. You both had secrets, innocent white lies, and topics darker that the night sky. Just like everybody else. But despite that, you had a feeling, at least most of the time, that you knew him pretty well. But then came times like these, when he distanced himself in a blink of an eye and made you question everything.

„Maybe we should leave it be, the day is too pretty to be ruined with stupid babbles,“ you said calmly and grabbed his hand again.

Erwin didn′t say a word for the rest of the way. You led him to the back of the house, where your vegetable garden was thriving more and more every day. But the thing you wanted to show him was beautifully growing just alongside the white fence. Big-headed sunflowers almost as tall as yourself. They were rich in multiple colors – yellows, oranges, and even blood reds.

„Soooo...“ you teased Erwin and nudged his arm with your elbow playfully. „Aren′t they beautiful? I never imagined them growing this tall, it′s unbelievable.“ Every word you said was filled with pride and pure happiness. For someone like Eriwn, this could be a useless little detail, but for you, it was the biggest accomplishment of the year. After last year, when your favorite flowers didn't bloom even once, you were determined to fill the garden with the most beautiful sunflowers this world has ever seen. „What do you think?“

Erwin smiled softly and stepped closer. „How did you do that? I′ve never seen such beautiful sunflowers.“

„Natural talent, tons of prayers, and maybe a dash of black magic.“ You winked playfully as Erwin reached out and carefully caressed a few bright yellow petals.

„Tell me more about your dash of black magic.“

„Hmmm, interesting,“ you whispered in an ominous voice. „The one and only Erwin Smith is interested in sorcery and occultism? What would your Commander and the other Scouts say?“ You waited for his response, but all of his attention was focused on the flowers. Just for a short couple of seconds, but he completely transformed right before your eyes. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards, his eyes softened and his whole posture relaxed.

As if the weight of the whole world just lifted from his broad shoulders.

„You can take some of them back with you. They′ll make a nice decoration wherever you put them,“ you offered and reached for one of them as well. „Well... if you′d like,“ you added quietly.

Erwin reached behind his belt and pulled out a small pocket knife. With one swift move, he cut the sun-like flower. „I′ll take this one, the rest is better off here.“

„They won′t stay like this for much longer.“

„Which is a shame, just imagine them against the snow-covered nature all around.“

„What if we...“

„Erwin!“ Both of you froze when Commander Shadis called his name. You slightly turned your head and saw the Commander, your father, and the other Scouts carefully watching the two of you. „Come on, let′s get the horses and head back. You two can finish your date some other time.“

Heat rose to your cheeks as you turned your head away and bit your lower lip. One of the Scouts chuckled as Erwin put his knife away and extended his hand towards you. Carefully, not to hurt you in any way, he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at the sunflower in his other hand.

„Thank you.“

„You don′t have to thank me, it′s just a flower.“

Erwin smiled softly, stroked your cheek, and withdrew his hand. You almost reached for it just to stop him. „I didn′t mean the flower.“ With this, he smiled once more, turned around, and started walking toward the Commander. „The next few days will be busy, but I′ll try to write you something. At least a couple of words, just to keep the conversation going.“

„I′d really like that.“

Your heart was pounding the entire time you watched them pick out their new horses – two chestnut mares, one black, and three white stallions – and eventually leave your farm behind.

„I would be glad if he asked for your hand in marriage,“ said your father from behind your back. His hands were full of money he just got from Commander Shadis. It looked like he won′t have to worry about money for some time. „Erwin is a good guy, brave soldier, fearless leader, and maybe a future Commander. Being his wife would suit you.“ He smiled and came to stand next to you.

„We are just friends,“ you reminded him immediately and wrapped your arms around your torso. The wind was picking up as if a storm was coming somewhere from the distance. „I don′t think he would want to marry me.“

„Well... I saw what I saw, dear daughter. Once, a long time ago, I was young and lovestruck too. I know how that feels and looks.“

„Good for you, I guess,“ you muttered, turned on your heel, and went inside the warm house.

Your own feelings and thoughts were confusing you. What was today about? Did he act like that on purpose? Was there... was there really a chance he liked you more than just a friend? Did you want to become something more than friends?

Erwin had a bright and successful future ahead of him. You were sure of it. And in that case... were you really the right woman to stand by his side? Could you imagine yourself as the next Commander's wife?

Similar thoughts and questions of uncertainty hauted your mind for the next couple of days. It was a great deal to hide them from your father, who always kept a close eye on you. That's why he immediately noticed the change in your mood when a letter from the Survey Corps HQ arrived. You didn't dear to open it in his presence, so you hid the letter away and waited until nightfall when you were alone in your room, just your puppy keeping you company.

My dearest,

I′m guilty, I know that. More than a week went by and I haven′t sent a word. Please, take my deepest and most sincere apology. My duties kept me busy day and night, I can′t remember the last time I had a decent sleep. But don′t take my rumblings as some sort of weak excuse, I should have found time to write. Well... actually answer your last letter, since I still haven′t done that. Wish there was more to say, something positive or exciting. The only good news I have is that your sunflower is still going strong – looking just as beautiful as the day I brought it back from your garden. I have it on my desk in the office, it keeps me company while I work.

That′s about it, I really don′t have much to say. But what about you? Had Snow Ball grown already? I bet he will be chasing the other animals around pretty soon. Make sure to let me know, I would like to see him running around. I hope you are enjoying the last few warm days, fall is approaching quickly. You will have your favorite season in a blink of an eye.

Let me know if there is anything I can do for you or your father. I think I can make some time to come by your house for a quick visit. Maybe admire your beautiful sunflowers for the last time this season.

Take care and don′t forget to show the world your smile every chance you get. I make sure to write soon.

Yours sincerely,

Erwin Smith

„You heard that? He keeps my sunflower on his desk,“ you said to the puppy with a bright smile and closed your eyes for a second trying to envision the scene.

Erwin sitting at his desk, soft light spilling in from the outside and one of your sunflowers in a simple vase somewhere on the edge of the wooden desk. You could see him buried under tons of papers – battle strategies, some sort of official records, and stuff like that.

Imagining him lifting his head just slightly to look at the flower he took from your garden...

„No, I′m not falling in love with him!“ you said almost immediately and put the letter down. „He also asked about you, so if he shows up sometime soon, it will be because of that. Who wouldn′t want to see a cute puppy like you?“ Snow Ball playfully stuck out its tongue and turned its fluffy head to the right.

You were almost always a loner who never had many friends. Even in school, you sat by yourself most of the time. Your friends... they′ve never been that kind of friends. You never had the feeling you could trust them so you simply kept to yourself. When it came down to having company your sister was always there. Being your best friend and partner in crime, the two of you did everything together and always had each other's back.

Erwin Smith was the closest thing to a real friend you've ever had. You met through your sister when she came to visit. Erwin came along because he lost some kind of stupid bet to her. His punishment was to stay one morning and help you and your father with all the work around the farm. It was a stupid idea, but he completed his tasks with grace and total calmness. Almost as if he was enjoying it.

As you were about to read Erwin's letter again a small knock came from the direction of your window. Your first thought was that you just imagined it. But then the sound repeated itself. With an uneasy feeling you got up from your bed and walked over to the window. The light from a small lantern illuminated the face of the person knocking.

„Erwin?“ you whispered in disbelief, opening the window right away. „What are you doing here?“

„I couldn't sleep,“ he replied from his horse's saddle and put the lantern down on the window sill.

„That's why you came all the way here? Won't you get in trouble?“ he shook his head and reached for your hand, gripping it gently and bringing your knuckles to his lips.

„Did you read my letter?“ You nodded just a little out of breath. He asked even braver than the last time and it took you by surprise. „I rewrote it several times, but still didn't manage to get everything off of my chest.“

A shy smile made its way to your lips as you squeezed his warm hand. „Wanna try again now?“

„We are preparing for another expedition later next week. But until then... I, ehm... I wanted to know if you'd like to go someplace with me?“ he asked almost too quietly. It was funny and sweet and the same time. Man as strong and brave as Erwin was confused by his own feelings just as much as you. „I wanted to ask you last time, but I chickened out at the last moment.“

You laughed slightly, brushing your fingertips along his cheeks lovingly. Getting lost in his blue eyes was so easy, you didn't even have to try. „I would really much like that, Erwin,“ you answered directly, biting your lower lip in an attempt to push back a smile that nevertheless made its way onto your lips.

„Can you believe I was more nervous to ask this question than face a horde of Titans?“

Both of you busted out in laughter, you suddenly scared that your father may hear and find your not-so-secret admirer right under your window. „In that case, I'm even more flattered.“

Loving a member of the Survey Corps wasn't easy.

No... loving them was easy.

Losing them was the hard part.

Getting the news that they didn't make it back from an expedition. That their body was eaten or torn apart by the monsters that controlled your world. That was the hard part. Living in constant fear of losing them because of the path they had chosen.

You constantly worried about your sister while she was chasing her dreams and living her best life. She was happy and would never trade her post for anything. And Erwin was the same. He saw purpose in the things he was doing. Even through hard times and failures. He always moved forward, closer to fulfilling his dreams.

„I should head back,“ he said in a quiet voice and looked over his shoulder. „Better before your dad catches us here.“

„He wouldn’t mind much, you're his hero. He adores you.“

Erwin reised hie eybrows in desbelieve. „Really?“ You nodded, surprised about his sincere reaction. His eyes lit up and a satisfying expression settled on his face. „That’s gonna make many things much easier.“

„What things?“ you asked as he reached for your chin and brought your face closer to his.

„Would it be okay if I kissed you now?“ His voice sounded so sweet and dreamy, despite his obvious nervousness.

Leaning closer you closed the space between the two of you before giving him an answer. His lips were just like you expected – perfect in every way. Kissing him felt so natural, just like breathing. Even more when his fingers got tangled in your hair as he put his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Emotions rushed through your veins, as your eyes fluttered open for a second to make sure he was still there. He was. It wasn’t just a dream. The hungry and loving pressure from his lips against yours felt so right.

Was this the moment you were waiting for your whole life? It really felt like it.

All worries melted away instantly, love was the only emotion that settled itself in your heart. No... it was already there for a couple of months. You truly fell in love with him in early spring but never dared to admit it. Not to him and not to yourself either.

But all of that was thankfully over.

You were no longer afraid to love the man who was seen as humanity’s biggest hope.

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