#💫 do i open my eyes? ( ic )

[muses0fgracie]

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"I mean, I literally have a can of bear spray in my pocket, so it honestly just made me wonder; is this asshat seriously going to keep poking at me like this?"

Naya was in the process of ranting about something that had happened not too long ago to... er... to anyone who could've been watching, it would've looked like she was talking to the half of the bus stop that had a busted light, which had a comically thick shadow cast over the other half of the bench within it. Although, that was actually far from the truth, she was actually talking to someone in that shadow, conveniently hidden from the sight of anyone who would've looked over and seen what was up. And that would've continued until--

"AAAH--"

Something suddenly rushing over down the sidewalk at an almost-equally-cartoonish mach speeds and suddenly running into her legs was quick to knock her over, sending Naya tumbling down onto the ground while the presence she was talking to was quick to vanish to prevent themself from being seen or noticed.

After about ten whole seconds, Naya slowly sat up, rubbing her head, and looking towards the culprit-- some kind of kid in a pumpkin mask?

"Hey! What gives!? And watch where you're going!" she says in a voice that indicates she isn't happy, but not trying to sound outright mean.

[skyguytoast]

REQUEST: ANAKIN X PALPATINE’S DAUGHTER!READER

SYNOPSIS: Anakin discovers that his sweet girlfriend is Palpatine's daughter and the betrayal blinds him.

WARNING:  a little angst but then it's just fluff

WORDS:  2.4k

A/N: hiiiii, big thanks to @andres-galans-wife for the amazing idea — I loved writing this one and I hope it captures the vibe you were going for! as always, my inbox is open for requests, don’t be shy 🥺✨ also… I was thinking about the ROTS (as I do like... constantly) and ughhh anakin is just pure tragedy wrapped in pretty boy rage and i’ll never be normal about it 😭 hope you enjoy reading — comments & reblogs mean the world to me 🫶💫 kisses & happy scrolling 💋 Dividers by @cafekitsune

If it hadn’t already been enough — Obi-Wan, his master, his brother — had asked him to spy on the Chancellor. Not in those exact words, of course. Obi-Wan was too measured for that, too careful. But the request was clear enough: report back, tell us what he says, what he’s doing. Keep your eyes open.

It had shaken something inside him. The Jedi, with all their codes and their high-minded ideals, had given him the most vile of tasks: betrayal. They didn’t trust him. Not with the truth. Not with the war. Not with anything. And yet, they expected him to betray the one person who had — for years — treated him as more than a pawn.

And Palpatine… Palpatine had seen it coming. Had warned him. Had whispered the truth. That the Jedi were plotting something. That they feared Anakin's power. That he had never been more than a weapon to them. And then—he asked for the same thing. To be his eyes. His ears. His shield against the very people who claimed to love him.

It was maddening — being pulled in every direction, not knowing who to trust, not knowing where to stand without the ground cracking beneath him. But in the midst of that chaos, there was you.

Sweet. Fierce. Steady.

You were the only thing that didn’t make him feel like he was being torn apart. The Senator with a gentle heart and fire in your voice. The one who stood up for clones, who cared about Jedi, who looked at him like he was more than the sum of what everyone wanted from him.

He had clung to you like a drowning man. And now...

Now he could hardly look at you.

The apartment was quiet. Moonlight spilled across the glossy floor, broken only by the slow, menacing pacing of his boots. He stood near the window, facing away from you, his reflection fragmented by the glass.

“Are you his daughter?”

His voice was ice. No greeting. No softness. Just a razor-sharp question that split the air between you.

You froze. Your breath caught. “Ani—”

“Don’t.” His voice cracked like a whip, cutting that name in two. He turned, slowly, eyes wide and burning — a storm of blue, rimmed with red. “Don’t you dare call me that.”

You stepped toward him, trembling. “I didn’t lie to you. I never meant to keep it from you, I just—”

“You just what?” he snapped, his voice rising. “Just forgot to mention that the man tearing the galaxy apart is your father? That the one person I can’t hardly trust might have sent his own daughter to spy on me?”

You shook your head desperately, the silk of your robe whispering around your knees. “I’m not spying on you. Ani, I love you—”

He let out a laugh — bitter, broken, and laced with something unhinged.

“Love?” His voice cracked. “You think this is love? You think I can believe anything you say now?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to step closer, but he took a step back, as if your touch might burn him.

“You knew what this would do to me. You knew. And you let me fall anyway.”

“I didn’t choose him!” you cried. “I chose you. Every time, I choose you!”

“Liar!” he roared.

You stumbled back, startled by the sheer ferocity in his voice. His hands were clenched into fists, trembling. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. You didn’t recognize him — not the boy who carved you tiny gifts, who curled into your lap on bad nights, who held your hand like it tethered him to the galaxy.

This wasn’t him. This was a man blinded by betrayal.

“Did you tell him about me?” he asked, voice low now, dangerous. “Did you tell him about the dreams? The things I said when I couldn’t sleep? Did you whisper in his ear every time I kissed you and thought I was safe?”

“No,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “I never—I never betrayed you.”

But he didn’t seem to hear. Or maybe he didn’t want to.

His shoulders shook with rage, but behind it — beneath it — you saw it. The grief. The heartbreak. The unbearable idea that he might have let his last safe place crumble from under him.

“I would have burned the stars for you,” he whispered, eyes glistening. “And you—you were his daughter all along.”

Silence fell again. Thick. Suffocating.

“I know, I am,” you breathed, your voice trembling, eyes swimming with tears. “But that doesn’t change anything—I’m still the girl you fell in love with.”

Your knees hit the cold floor with a soft thud, silk pooling around you like the ruin of something once beautiful. You didn’t care about dignity, pride, or appearances. If crawling would bring him back to you, you would cross Tatooine’s twin suns on bleeding knees. You reached out, fingers clawing at the edges of his black cloak, clinging to him like the last piece of solid ground before the fall.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please, just listen to me.”

Anakin didn’t move. His silhouette towered above you like a shadow cast from a darker version of himself. His jaw was clenched, his eyes wild—burning blue rimmed in betrayal.

“How do you expect me to believe you,” he spat, his voice low, acidic, “when you didn’t trust me first?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat like thorns.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracked now, louder, more jagged. “Why didn’t you tell me you were his daughter? You sat there, every night, letting me talk about him—about the man who played father to me when the Jedi wouldn’t. You knew what he meant to me. You knew, and you said nothing.”

His hand shot out and caught your arm. It wasn’t violent, not yet—but the grip was iron. He stared down at you, his expression twisted not with rage, but devastation. His voice broke.

“Did you laugh at me? Did you lie in bed beside me and laugh at how pathetic I was, opening up to both of you, not realizing how long you’d been circling me like a trap?”

“No!” you cried, grasping at his cloak tighter. “Ani—no, never! He didn’t ask me to spy on you, I swear it! I would’ve refused if he had! I love you—Force, I love you more than anything! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me—ever. I would never hurt you.”

But your words only made it worse.

His voice dropped into something cold. Empty.

“And yet,” he murmured, “it was your delicate hand that twisted the knife in my chest.”

You didn’t have time to react before he shoved you back.

You didn’t register the movement until your back collided with the stained-glass divider between the living room and kitchen. The glass cracked with a sickening, sharp sound as you crumpled to the floor, air knocked from your lungs. A bloom of pain shot through your shoulder and ribs, but worse than that was the look on his face when you looked up.

It wasn’t hatred. It wasn’t rage. It was shock.

Like he hadn’t meant to do it. Like he hadn’t realized what he was capable of until it was already done.

You whimpered softly, trying to sit up, the cold of the floor biting through your skin. Blood bloomed along your hairline. “Ani…?”

Anakin’s blue eyes widened, the once-bright fire behind them dimming into a shade of shattered melancholy. The realization hit him like a lightsaber to the gut—he had hurt you. In a blink. In a storm of blind rage and betrayal, he had done the one thing he swore he never would.

He crossed the room in an instant, propelled by panic, the Force bending around him with unnatural speed. He fell to his knees beside you, trembling as he gathered your injured form into his arms. You were so small against him, too still, too fragile. His breath caught as he felt the warmth of your blood seeping through your clothes, onto his hands.

"No, no, no..." he murmured, burying his face in your hair, his arms locking tightly around you. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—please, please forgive me."

You pressed your face into his shoulder, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Ani. I’m okay.”

Your fingers, gentle despite the pain, brushed the damp strands of hair from his forehead. The tenderness in your touch made him shudder. “I’m fine,” you whispered again.

“But I—” His voice cracked, thick with anguish. “I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I swear, I didn’t mean to. I just—”

Tears spilled freely down his cheeks now, warm and relentless. They dripped into the crook of your neck, into your hair, into the palm of your hand as you reached up and cradled his face. His hands shook where they held you. His breath came in broken gasps.

“I could’ve killed you,” he whispered. “If I hadn’t stopped, if I hadn’t seen” He couldn't finish the sentence. The weight of what he had almost done crushed his chest.

He wasn’t a man anymore. He wasn’t a Jedi. He was a monster.

“Ani, look at me,” you murmured.

He didn’t want to—not at first. He didn’t think he deserved to. But your voice called to something deep inside him. Something soft. Something human. Slowly, hesitantly, his eyes met yours.

And in them, he didn’t find anger. Or fear.

He found love.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “It’s not your fault. I should have told you the truth—that my father is the Chancellor. But I was scared. Scared it would change us. Scared I’d lose you. So I lied. I rushed into something and ended up digging the grave of our love.”

He closed his eyes, pained. His hand reached up and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, but paused when his fingers brushed the cut on your forehead. You winced.

His face twisted. “I hate that you didn’t tell me,” he said, his voice no longer furious but broken. “I do feel betrayed. But... I can’t pretend it all meant nothing. I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it—every moment. I don’t want to believe it wasn’t real.”

Your gaze locked with his, and in that shared silence, something passed between you. Something deep.

“Everything we had was real, Ani,” you whispered. “My love for you is real. If you need to use the Force on me, do it. See for yourself. But please—don’t leave. Don’t let what we have fall to ruin.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his lips trembling, your words sinking into his chest like seeds taking root.

Maybe it wasn’t too late.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find his way back to you.

And maybe, you were still his way back to himself.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” Anakin murmured, voice low and aching as his arms slid under your body. “Please… let me apologize properly.”

You didn’t resist when he gathered you into his embrace, lifting you effortlessly off the cold floor. Your cheek rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart thudding beneath layers of black tunic and guilt. He carried you past the shattered remnants of the stained-glass divider, the floor glittering with crimson-smeared shards like the remains of something sacred and broken.

Anakin laid you gently on the couch, moving with the reverence of a man handling something far more fragile than your battered body—your trust. His hands hesitated as they reached for the robe you wore loosely over your silk nightgown, his eyes flicking to yours in silent question.

You gave him a small, encouraging nod.

Carefully, he slipped the robe from your shoulders, checking your arms, your legs, your back for any glass embedded in the skin. His movements were cautious, tender, almost afraid. As if he feared the force of his own touch. As if loving you too hard might break you all over again.

Then he knelt in front of you, the first aid kit at his side, the fabric of his cloak pooling around his knees. He was quiet, almost trembling as he cleaned the cut on your forehead. The antiseptic stung, and your breath hitched, but you didn’t complain—not when you saw the way his hands were shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he dabbed at the wound with trembling fingers. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” you said softly, offering him the gentlest smile.

When he applied the bacta salve, the cool, slick gel sent a chill through your skin, goosebumps rising instantly. He muttered another apology under his breath, frowning as he smoothed the gel over the cut with such concentration, as though this small act of care could erase what he’d done.

Once he was certain you were properly treated, he leaned back slightly, looking at you like he wasn’t sure he deserved to be this close anymore.

But you reached out first.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, coaxing him forward. And that was all he needed. He scooped you back into his arms, clutching you like a man who had just found the one thing he’d feared he'd lost.

“This time,” he whispered against your temple, “I’m taking you to bed… so I can hold you through it. So I can be there. Like I should’ve been.”

You nodded, tears burning your eyes, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I want that,” you breathed.

He carried you into the bedroom with the same quiet urgency he always carried into battle, but this war was gentler now. He laid you on the bed like something sacred and sat beside you, tugging off his boots with one hand while the other never left yours.

“I’ll clean everything up later,” he murmured, brushing hair from your face as he climbed in behind you. “The glass, the mess, all of it… but right now, I just want to hold you.”

You shifted closer, resting your head under his chin, his arms wrapping around you, warm and solid. His breath tickled the back of your neck.

“I was scared,” he confessed in a whisper, voice cracking. “Of what I did. Of who I am. But holding you now… I feel like maybe I can be more than that.”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him, your fingers finding his. “You are more. We both are.”

He kissed your forehead softly, lingering, his lips pressed against the healing wound he had given. You felt the apology in that kiss—felt it in the way he curled his body around yours like a shield.

And for the first time since the storm broke, you both allowed yourselves to breathe.

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[muses0fgracie]

"...It's rude to stare, you know."

She's so tempted to poke him in the eyes so he'll screw off.

-Stares at you! Stares at you with those big old wet green eyes of his! His green high beams are looking at you.- 👁👄👁

[finalgirlmorgue]

The Rookie. . . ૮₍˶•▿•˶₎ა 

⭐﹒LEON KENNEDY X older! fem! READER ⭐﹒

⭐﹒- 1000+ words

⭐﹒fluff and smut

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💫 - Leon and his superior are stuck in the RPD elevator...

Raccoon City Police department was made up of several divisions with distinct positions. Avoiding unequal power dynamics between employees wasn't easy. The Juvenile Crime Division was at the very bottom of the pyramid. Rookies worked alongside higher ups and Tutor officers for a period of time that serviced as a training. That's where you find yourself, in a police car with a wide eyed Leon Kennedy, an eager younger man who was your Protege for the Fall. He was staring down at his nose, a ball of nerves. His face was covered in sweat and his hair flopped over his forehead and into his eyes.

A 4 hour standoff that ended in several arrests, that was good, but it didn't help his inexperience anxiety. You had a rookie on your hands, a kid, whose sole purpose was to prove himself as a good cop. He was 4 or 5 years younger then you, but taller, he hadn't been hardened yet. he hadn't seen the world of police and justice yet or everything that came with it. That was the way these things went and he would learn soon enough.

You had met a year ago. You had gotten him through his first few weeks with the job, though not by much, he was clumsy and clueless. But you took care of him and eventually, he started to warm up to you. In the beginning, you were both awkward around each other, but you felt like there were times when he looked up to you even if he couldn't say it in words. Soon that phase passed, slowly. He called you Miss Or officer during the work day, a strict policy he had crafted himself to be completely professional with his mentor. And you would do the same for him whenever the need arose, which was all the time. Your relationship grew stronger by the day and now that your mentee had graduated from probationary period and was officially assigned his first real mission, things felt right. He was still under you as an officer and mentee, but that only meant more opportunities, more challenges and new ways for him to show his worth. He was already showing you his strengths, and it wasn't too hard for him to catch up to his peers.

He sat in the car, breathing heavily through his mouth. lips wet from saliva, cheeks reddened from the night air, hair plastered to the side of his head from the humidity. It was a perfect early morning. 4 AM. On call for a drug deal gone wrong. 12 suspects, 2 dead bodies, four of them in custody, one escaped and running and several awaiting questioning.

The golden boy was slumped, he had squeezed the trigger of his gun so many times his fingers had begun to cramp and numb. His hands trembled violently as he stared out at the crime scene. The blood was everywhere, splattered across the sidewalk, near the car of suspect #2. A pool of thick, rusty red lay at the edge of the concrete curb. It oozed along the blacktop until it stopped where the asphalt met the gravel. A dark stain. The blood had dried to a solid brownish grey.

"You gonna tap out for the night after this?" You asked.

Leon turned to you with a confused look on his face. "Uh…no. I've gotta get this done," he said. "What about you..?"

"I'll hangout until 5 or 6. I wanna be around for witnesses when they get here."

That seemed to satisfy him. Leon turned back to the street with a grim expression on his face. He leaned forward slightly, looking past the body, at the street. "when's the cleanup team gonna come around?.." Leon asked.

"soon. They blocked off the area. They're gonna put up roadblocks. We'll have some traffic cops come by later And then we'll clean it up. Just sit tight. it'll all be sorted by tonight" You paused, glancing over at the younger man, who seemed focused on his thighs, trying not to get caught up in the adrenaline rush. His hand twitched slightly. It was obvious he could use an ice pack, maybe an aspirin, or even just his own company to calm down. He smoothed out the creases in his pants. He was probably going through the motions, just getting through case by case. He was smart, strong, and had a good sense of what was right. Every cop had a phase where they lost their innocence. When they saw something, and couldn't go back. Leon looked at you for some semblance of comfort, but you just smiled gently. He gave you a smile back.

You weren't sure exactly how long you two sat in silence before a pair of police officers approached the squad car, dismissing you.

As Raccoon city sped and blurred by into streaks of muddy watercolor outside of the window, Leon leaned back further in the passenger seat, closing his eyes, exhausted by the events of the day. His head lolled back, he let out a soft groan. His muscles relaxed as exhaustion set in. You drove in silence for awhile longer, enjoying the smooth ride. The sound of his breathing filled the interior of the vehicle. You watched the city go by, in all of its dirty, corrupt glory. The skyline of downtown stretched out in front of you, tall buildings and small businesses. It was still early in the morning, but it seemed like nighttime had fallen. A heavy fog hung over the streets, giving everything a glassy haze. You rolled down your window. It was muggy in the car, humid, almost hot. Leon's skin flushed pink as he sat up straighter in the seat.

He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned. "Miss Or…uh, Miss Officer…" Leon stammered out. "Can we stop by the RPD?..please? To grab my stuff? And maybe take a shower..it's kinda sweaty in here."

You nodded. "Sure." You pulled into the parking lot behind the precinct and got out, taking your time walking toward the building. It wasn't far from the crime scene, just down the block. "I'll go with you. I'm kind of tired too. My back is starting to ache." Leon was quick to follow. As he walked beside you, he glanced down at your profile. His eyes lingered on the soft lines of your jaw and the shape of your nose, the shape of your chin. His gaze wandered back to the center of your face, which remained stoic. His eyes trailed downward, resting on the neckline of your uniform shirt, which exposed your collarbone. His gaze lingered on it again and he blushed. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and walked faster to catch up with you.

As you entered the main lobby, greeted by the empty Police desk in the front and an attendant behind a locked door in the back, this late night call had messed everyone up by dragging the whole force into longer hours. "We can head to the locker rooms upstairs first, lets take the elevator." You said.

He pointed his nose to the stairs that led to the second floor of the station, and so on.

Well, the elevator would be faster. Leon followed behind you as you headed forward. The elevator doors opened. The two of you stepped inside. The tiled floors inside were cracking, the paint fading and washing away with each set of feet that trod over them.

The elevator shuddered and swayed with each step and every shake of the machinery. A lightbulb in the ceiling flickered. The walls began to hum and creak, metal straining beneath the weight of its load.

Leon closed his eyes briefly as the doors slid open. He took slow steps to exit. Except.. they doors had only cracked slightly..

he doors opened just enough to taunt you – a magazine's width of space, nothing more. Just enough to see the empty hallway beyond, but not enough to escape. There was no one else in the hallways. The only sound came from Leon's footsteps. The sounds of nervous shuffling and pacing. "Well- we're stuck." Leon sighed in defeat as he stood next to you, arms crossed as a defensive mechanism. He was scared.. he always seemed to be in your presence. This was the first time he'd actually been alone with you in such a small space. The elevator was about the size of two desks pushed together. Even being on opposite ends you two were still only a few feet away. He felt uncomfortable with this proximity. He was stuck, in a tiny, dim room with you in close quarters. His face was bright red, his eyes wide in confusion, and his brows raised high. "So, what do you want me to do?" Leon mumbled quietly.

His eyes trailed downwards to your hands. The gloves you wore, the curve of your knuckles against the leather, the shape of your thumb pressing firmly into your palm with a barely contained frustration.

"Radio?" You kept your voice steady, professional.

"What about yours?" Leon's voice had an edge now, that anxious desperation creeping back in. "You must have—"

Leon patted his empty belt, color draining from his face. "I… left it in the car." The confession came out barely above a whisper.

"Perfect." The word hung in the stale air between you. "So no radio, no way to contact patrol." You ran through options in your head. The building would be nearly empty at this hour –.

"If I had mine," you cut him off, "would I be asking about yours?" The elevator shuddered again, leaving you two stumbling.

The buttons beside the door were worn smooth from decades of use, their numbers barely visible. But what caught your attention was what wasn't there – no emergency button, no call box, not even a telephone line. Just rows of numbered buttons that might as well have been decorative for all the good they were doing right now.

You pushed a number on the first row, hoping something would happen. Nothing happened, just the sound of stale air blowing in the shaft. No lights flickered on or flashed. Nothing. It was quiet. Completely silent. Just like a tomb. You reached for the next number, and found it the same. You continued pushing. You pressed three, four, five.. six buttons, all without result. You were trapped. Trapped in a small space with a rookie cop.

Leon tried to pry the doors open with his hands, putting all of the force into his forearms, but it wouldn't budge, no matter how hard he tried. He growled and threw himself against the doors, trying his best to push them apart with brute strength. "Come on!" he shouted, his breath shortening, "Just open the dang thing already!" He stopped for a moment, looking back toward you. Your eyes were staring straight ahead, unresponsive. His mouth dropped open, and his shoulders slumped.

It took several moments of deep breaths for him to regain composure. You both took a moment to compose yourself, sitting down against the wall across from the elevator door, waiting for help to arrive. You didn't know what to say, or what to do, just in shock.

When Leon eventually spoke, his tone was calm and quiet. "It's okay, don't worry, we'll figure something out." You looked over toward him as he spoke. "Don't worry. We've been through worse."

You looked at him, eyebrows drawn together as you stared at him. You bit at the inside of your cheek as you fought the urge to yell. "Quiet." I breathed. "I don't want to hear any more from you."

Leon didn't understand why you snapped at him and he felt bad for raising his voice earlier. "I'm sorry." He muttered, his head hanging low, ashamed.

You pointed your finger at his chest, backing him into the corner, back pressing against the wood paneling. You gripped his shirt with your hands, shaking violently from anger, and fear. You could feel a cold sweat build up from under your hairline and slide down your forehead. "Shut up." You spat, squeezing tighter. Your heart rate shot up to a million beats a minute. "This is your fault. Your inexperienced, clumsy, you showed up to the office DRUNK, on your first day, and somehow caused this!-" You shoved at his chest with all the force you could muster and pushed him farther into the corner of the tiny space. Your chest heaved. "Now, if you don't shut up, I'll-" You let your words fade, but your face told the rest of it.

"I'm sorry Miss… Officer." He whimpered. You let your hold loosen, releasing his shirt slowly, as though letting it breathe. Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and anger. You glared at him, your nostrils flared. Leon lowered his head as you stared him down..

"Unzip your pants." You commanded, not even flinching when he started to cry in earnest. His hands fumbled with the buttons and his knees shook. You took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm your racing heart, and you felt something inside of you unravel. You knew, both of you wanted this. His actions spoke louder than any words he could say and so did your desires for revenge. This was his fault, you two were alone and in a tiny space, no one else was around to hear you .

You stepped back and allowed him his time. You closed your eyes and tried to think you heard him panting. He was nervous, that much you could tell, but there was also something underneath that. Want, maybe? You opened your eyes again, just as he pushed the hem over his thigh. His face shaping into relief as he saw the outline of your hips and lower abdomen as you removed your uniform, before the jeans fell to pool at his ankles. His hands still trembled, but his breathing became steady. A soft smile crept onto your lips. You walked back towards Leon and wrapped a hand around his throat. "As your superior I expect you to listen. Do you understand me?" He nodded frantically, gulping. You pressed harder onto his Adam's apple, causing him to nod even more violently until his eyes rolled into the back of his head. You lifted your hand from his throat, allowing him to swallow air again as you backed away. "Good boy, Leon." You cooed, patting him on the shoulder. He collapsed onto the floor on his knees.

"Please.." He grasped your thighs and looked up through hooded eyes, his hands gripping your legs tightly.

"Take them off..." You whispered. The look in his eyes told you that you had won the battle already. He got to work, he knew exactly what he needed to do in order to get what he wanted without breaking eye contact. He reached out a finger, trailing it along your waist, hooking it under the hemline of your pants, teasingly running it across the front. Your stomach clenched as his finger dragged downwards, pulling them over your hips, exposing yourself to him. He grinned and brought his lips close to your underwear, kissing the front of it softly.

His hands moved upward, his fingers brushing under your belly button. You shivered under his touch and pulled at his collar, desperate for an ounce of heat. You tugged at his hair, forcing his face closer. His nose grazed your stomach as he continued his journey upwards, nuzzling your navel, and then dropping down to remove your underwear, bringing it down to your knees. He knelt between your legs, his mouth now working against your skin, hot and moist. You moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly. He looked up briefly to see your reaction and smiled triumphantly, before returning to his task.

You gasped when his tongue traced over your wet folds and you gasped, digging nails into his scalp. You were trembling, barely able to stand straight, barely able to move, barely able to breathe as he kissed you so sweetly down in between your legs. When you thought you couldn't bear it anymore you grabbed his face and pulled him up kissing him desperately, biting at his lips. It only took a moment for him to respond and soon you found yourselvss on the floor, sprawled out on the ground, tangled together, your panties tossed aside and Leon straddling you. He spread your legs, knees pressing to his shoulders.

"um.. are you... ready?.." Leon asked, his forehead against yours. Your heart pounded in response, your chest rising rapidly. "Sorry- I.. was gonna keep going.. I wanted to make you finish-" You stopped his apology by pushing him back and straddling his waist.

"Shut up." You ordered, grabbing his cheeks in either hand and pressing their foreheads together. His eyes shut tightly as you gently stroked his face. "Just.. relax for a minute.." He sighed, relaxing beneath you and opening his eyes as you two kissed, softly at first. After a few minutes, your kisses grew rougher. The two of you returned to your original position, with your lips hovering above his. "Now.." you said breathlessly. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your cheek. With your permission, he slid in, his length stretching you perfectly. His movements slow and methodical, but also sloppy. He was just as inexperienced in sex as he was in police work. You bit your lip hard to stop from laughing at how cute he was being, as he thrust into you. As if sensing your thoughts, Leon began to thrust faster, his hands gripping your hips tightly, slipping slightly with each movement.

"oh god-" He whimpered shakily , his pace increasing, sweat beginning to build on his brow as you held him tight. "am I... doing it right?" His voice sounded raspy and he was flushed pink. You laughed.

"Yes!" you breathed, smiling at him. "Are you okay? Is it too much? We can stop -" His hand rested over your lips.

"No, just... be quiet." You gritted out.

"I want you to feel good, okay?" His face contorted. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and stayed still for a while, panting and sweating as he continued to thrust in and out of you. You groaned, wrapping your arms around him, holding on tighter. You felt yourself reaching climax and you knew he was too, although he wasn't quite as vocal about his feelings. You moaned and squeezed his waist with your legs, arching your back, as Leon continued to thrust. His breath coming in short gasps as he grunted and tensed up every once and a while. And finally -

With a gasp, Leon released himself inside you and you shuddered. You leaned forward and kissed his temple, resting your chin on top of his messy hair, as he slowly regained his composure. Once you were both settled back down onto the floor, you relaxed, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

Leon turned to look at you. "Officer-"

"Don't ever call me that again." You snapped at him. Leon blinked.

"...Right." He turned back and lay next to you, his eyes drifting shut before opening again.

"I'll get you dressed."

[hbyrde36]

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 5)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch5)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10)

💫 Forever After (sequel one-shot to It's Only Forever)

From Caught in the Undertow:

“What’s all this about, boys?” Steve turned away from the stove to see Wayne eyeing the elaborate spread with a mix of delight and suspicion, pausing at the kitchen threshold to toe his work boots off before plopping down into his usual seat at the table.  “Don’t look at me, Wayne” Eddie grumbled from where he sat slumped in his chair, giving Steve his own skeptical glare. “This is all his doing, and he won’t tell me a thing.”  Steve stifled a laugh, wiping his hands off on a small towel before crossing to the fridge where he’d stashed their other treat for the night, in the form of name brand pop. Another luxury they didn’t typically indulge in as three men living on one income. He cracked two of the ice cold cans of Pepsi open and slid one across the table to each of the Munsons, both looking more dubious than ever, and finally sat down to join them. Wayne stared at him for a long moment but eventually shrugged, taking a long sip from his can and letting out a loud satisfied burp. “Well, I'd be worried you were about to tell me I was gonna be a grandpa before my time If it wasn’t, y’know, biologically impossible,” the older man said, tilting his head a little as he added, “not for lack of trying, though.”

No pressure tags: @penny00dreadful @pearynice @sidekick-hero @vthx @tinytalkingtina

@sourw0lfs @felixir-of-moths @little-annie @hitlikehammers @helpimstuckposting

[steddieas-shegoes]

wish on a shooting star

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'stargazing'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated g | 506 words | no cw | tags: fluff, established relationship, stargazing

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“And that means that’s Venus!” Rory yells as she looks through the telescope she got for Christmas.

Eddie is turning the map of the constellations in his hands while holding a flashlight between his teeth, looking up at the sky every few seconds as if he’s going to suddenly understand where they are in comparison to what the map says. Rory doesn’t notice any of this, but Steve does.

He’s been watching fondly for the last ten minutes.

He’s bundled up in his best winter coat and sipping on hot tea while they figure out what they’re looking at. Maybe it’s strange to watch them instead of the stars in the sky, but looking out at the galaxy doesn’t make much sense when his whole world is right in front of him.

Rory’s getting older, and she’s switched to private tutoring so she can have more on-ice and off-ice training as part of the AA program she joined this season. She’s at the rink every day except Tuesdays, which is family day. As soon as Steve gets home from work, they all spend time together doing whatever they want.

It might seem like too much for some people, but it works for them.

“Okay. Yeah, that has to be Venus. Or wait. Maybe-“ Eddie rambles as he flips open a book Steve didn’t even see him bring outside. “Yep. Definitely Venus.”

Eddie’s going with her to a tournament in New York tomorrow, so they rushed to get this together so she could use it tonight. Steve is staying behind for this one, already having volunteered to help a new teacher move into her classroom before break was over. He could have explained it to her, but Rory insisted he stay.

”It’s barely even a real tournament, dad.”

But even with how busy they are, and how fulfilled he feels, Steve wonders if maybe they’re still missing something.

“There’s a shooting star!” Rory exclaims.

Steve looks up and smiles when he sees it flying across the sky.

He closes his eyes and makes a wish he never thought he’d make in a million years.

Eddie’s arm is around him a moment later, his lips warm against his temple.

“Making wishes over here?” He whispers.

“Mhm,” Steve hums. “You?”

“I didn’t see the star so mine won’t come true. I’ve already got you two, anyway.”

Steve smiles to himself as he looks back up at the sky.

“You think we could have another one?” He asks.

Eddie is silent for a while and Steve lets him sit with the question. He knows Eddie knows what he meant.

“Was that your wish?” Eddie finally asks.

“Kind of. I wished for us to find everything we wanted together.”

Eddie’s lips turn up into a grin. “And you want another kid?”

“Maybe I do. I think we could talk about it. Unless you don’t.”

Eddie pulls him tighter against him and watches Rory make an adjustment on the telescope as she jots something down in her notebook.

“Let’s talk about it.”

[jam3sacaster]

hello darling!

absolutely adore your writing and your rupert specifically. If I may, and if you arent too busy, J was hoping to request something rather self indulgent for him. I am a major sucker for some domestic rupert and especially hurt/comfort is quite lovely with him. Is possible, maybe something about reader (being a bit older - around 25 or so) cooking dinner for them after work and maybe she cuts her finger or something and he takes her to an urgent care and the two of them have that moment of panic but, also knowing it would be okay bc their together.

WHEW THATS LONG LOL SRY! Hopefully that works w you lol

💫🪽 - salem, she/hers, from america

Hello Salem,, thank you for stopping by!! I’m so happy you enjoy my work 🥰🥰 Funnily enough, I’ve actually done something really similar to this with reader cutting her finger but I can do something with the same kind of topic but just a lil different ! 🥹

“You must be careful, angel.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Short Work

Suggestion by this sweet anon 🫶🏽 / You hurt yourself whilst coming a romantic meal, Nurse Rupert comes to your aid…

18+ FANFIC / Soft 🥹 Rupert 🥹 Reader character aged at 25. As always, my ask box is open for any requests for any character 💋 or even just to have a chat lol.

Today was yours and Rupert’s sixth month anniversary. You wouldn’t typically celebrate something so unsubstantial but the way he has treated you throughout these six months — supplying you with lavish jewellery, your own purebred Appaloosa, endless meals provided by private chefs — was something that deserved to be celebrated. His closest friend, Lizzie Vereker, had praised you for being the first and only person to transform his Lothario lifestyle.

“What’s on the menu?” Your lover asked, snaking his hands around your waist as you piled chopped onions into a pot. Your response was haltered by sloppy kisses being planted up the length of your neck. “Well, it’s French onion soup for start. And I was thinking to do truffle risotto for main.” You inform him, keeping a close eye on the kettle you had begun to boil, anxious to get a start on making the perfect meal. “Mmm, my favourite.” Rupert purred, taking a seat at the dining table behind you and poured you both a large glass of cherry-red wine.

“Just don’t disturb me,” You warn, “Everything has to be perfect.” The muscular man breathlessly sighed — intoxicated on copious amounts of wine and lighting up what must be his 10th cigarette of the hour. “Yes chef.” He remarked, coughing through his first drag. As the kettle had sufficiently boiled enough, you raised it with an unsteady hand, already stirring your onions with the other. Lifting it high enough to pour, you splashed the hot water over the now-simmering onions but subsequently caught yourself in the process. Hand seething and swelling instantaneously, you let out an excruciating yelp and dropped the kettle onto the counter top. Like a flash, Rupert was raised to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette. “My word, what have you done?” Bouncing on his heels in a frantic panic.

Floods of tears expelled themselves from your eyes as you held your limp wrist, blowing air onto the burn in a futile effort to eliminate the pain. “Burning, burning…” Were the only words you could push out through your thickening tears. Taking a firm grip of your wrist, Rupert pushed open the cold tap and held your hand underneath it, the instant cool providing a blessed relief. He settled a tender kiss on your forehead, his own mouth pouting in empathetic gloom. “You must be careful, angel.” He scalded in absolute disbelief at your self-inflicted injury.

Snatching his car keys from the counter top, and instructed you to get an ice pack from the freezer. Doing as you were told, you wrapped the ice pack in a tea towel and kept it pressed firmly on your scalded hand. “Where are we going?” You ask, watching your boyfriend pull on his coat, following him as he stomped towards the front door. “A&E. Sit down.” His firm voice instructed again, finger pointing towards the stairs. He grabbed your slippers and placed them gently over your feet.

Just over an hour later, you were both sat in the eerily melancholic A&E waiting room. You tried your best not to look at the people sat around you, already taking heed of someone clasping a blood-soaked towel to their head. “Rupert, I’m scared. I really don’t feel this is necessary.” You whisper, eyes firmly affixed on the floor. “There’s nothing to be scared of, angel. When I’m with you, you needn’t be scared of anything. We just need to get your hand checked.” He whispered back in response, rubbing his hand softly across your thigh. Taking a deep exhale, you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapped up tightly in Rupert’s jacket. He just made everything okay.

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Ice Cream?💫

✨Pairing: Hongjoong x gn!reader ✨Prompt: The two of you get stuck in the elevator together ✨Word Count: 1.1k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, you're partners, stuck in an elevator ☀️Authors Note: I'm trying to become better at writing people flirting and being cute together and idk if I managed or not😅 What is your thoughts on this oneshot?💓

"Well shit..." Hongjoong uttered staring at the little screen that now was stuck between the number 4 and 5.

"Yeah you could say that again... Did the elevator seriously break right now?" You muttered irritatedly.

The two of you had been out shopping for a nice evening inside watching a new tv series you had started together and eat delicious food.

Hongjoong squeezed your hand, trying to calm down his own nerves at the thought of being stuck in an elevator. You made the call to press the emergency button and let it ring until someone down at the reception finally answered.

"Hello? What seems to be the problem?" The man down at the reception asked.

"Me and Hongjoong are stuck in the elevator, we're between floor 4 and 5. Do you think you could call someone to come fix this and get us out of here?" You questioned and you could hear the person picking up another phone and making the call to the janitors office. After a while the receptionist came back to you and Hongjoong.

"I've spoken to the janitors and they will be here in about 20 to 25 minutes. They're at another complex right now fixing a leak. They're almost done and will get here as soon as they can. Try not to panic and just stay calm until then okay?"

With that the call ended and your boyfriend let out a loud groan when he realized how long the two of you had to wait for the janitors to come.

"It's gonna be fine Joongie, it's not that long I promise! Then we will be back in our apartment, in our cozy sofa with our food and snacks and tv serie." You tried cheering him up by bringing his hand up to your lips giving it a small kiss.

"I know but now my surprise for you is ruined." He whines complaining looking like a kicked puppy with his big sad eyes and pouty mouth.

"Surprise?" You questioned raising an eyebrow at him

"Yeah I had gotten a surprise for you." He sighs and instructs you to close your eyes stating that he cannot allow it to be ruined.

Hongjoong rummaged around until he found the two ice creams he had bought without your knowledge earlier. The two of you had seen them earlier last week and both had wanted to try them someday and he had hoped that today would be the perfect day to end it with eating some ice cream.

He opened your ice cream first and made sure you had a steady grip on it before opening his own.

"You can open your eyes now love." He said and his smile grew as you opened them and saw the ice cream of your choice.

"You got us ice creams!! Hongjoong!!" You couldn't believe he managed to buy them without you noticing it. You were beaming at him, elated he had bought just the flavor you had wanted to try after skimming through all of the flavors the first time you saw all of the ice creams.

"I wanted it to be a surprise for after dinner but I guess it will be a before dinner surprise." He said as he bumped his own ice cream against yours.

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!" You chuckle mirroring his action before taking a small bite out of the ice cream.

"Oh wow this is really good!" You say with wide eyes and your boyfriend just shrugs

"I think I can do better." He admits before holding his ice cream towards you with a motion asking if you wanted to try his which you do, leaning forward to take a little bite, humming in appreciation.

"Yours were great as well! And what you think you can make better ice cream than this?" You question as he tries yours, humming in delight as well.

"Well yeah, it can't be that hard to make good ice cream. Just tell me which flavors you want and I'll make it for you." He says with that slight cocky smirk on his face.

"Is this some sort of challenge towards me or do you just want my attention?" You question wondering if this was his way of saying he wants to spend more time with you doing silly stuff.

"Maybe."

"Okay then how about you make me a good blueberry ice cream and also another one which has the flavor of a mango?" You tell him.

Hongjoong nods as he finishes his ice cream, putting the stick in the bag for now. He takes some step forward so he's close. You look at him as you finish your own ice cream, no matter how many times you see him his beauty never fails to stun you.

Especially his eyes, they're always so kind and filled with so much love each time he looks at you that it almost takes your breath away.

"May I kiss you?" He asks shyly.

You nod towards him, that's another part of him that you absolutely love. He always asks if it's okay for him to kiss you before he does.

He leans in capturing your lips in a heated kiss pushing you back towards the wall of the elevator. Your arms sneak around his shoulders as the two of you enjoy the silence and the intimacy of said kiss.

After a while the two of you ended the kiss, Hongjoong resting his forehead against yours, his eyes looking at you with so much love.

"You're so beautiful you know that right? The love of my life, my inspiration, my muse." He whispered lovingly causing you to break eye contact with him for a second.

"You really have your way with words Joongie. I really adore you so much, I wish I could show that more."

"You already do my love, you showcase your love when you bake me cookies when I'm overwhelmed, you show that when you read me stories when I need to unwind after a long day at the studio, you show that when you open your arms and let me sink into your warm embrace and allowing me to be vulnerable when I need without making me feel small. You make me feel loved." He whispered quietly to you.

"You really mean that?"

"I do, every single word."

The two of you ended up sitting down cuddling together on the elevator, sharing short but blissful kisses whilst sharing sweet and loving comments towards each other. Hongjoong continued to shower you with love and you did your best to reciprocate his wonderful comments, wanting him to truly understand how much he means to you.

Eventually the two of you could hear the janitors outside working on opening the doors to get the two of you out.

"It is finally time for us to get out of this entrapment and have our cozy evening my muse." Joong said as he helped you up from your sitting position.

"Finally, I cannot wait to cuddle you whilst watching our series together."

You gave him a quick kiss before the doors opened for the two of you to get out.

[dedeinthewild]

hiii, stopping by to say I'm really clumsy and I lost another of your request, that was made using some of my prompts and was about Arvid. If you recognize your request, I'm sorry but I still have to learn a lot about tumblr 💫

arvid lindblad x reader, childhood bestfriends reunited

-"you still have the bracelet I made for you?" -accidental first kiss

summary : At a middle school reunion, Arvid and ___ cross paths again, rekindling old memories and sparking a little more than just friendship. With laughter, nostalgia, and a touch of magic, they realize some connections never really fade.

According to her, school reunions were pointless and doomed from the start, whether the class had been a united group or a constant battlefield. People grew, interests changed, and while the idea of spending time together once more might have been appealing, she firmly believed that if people drifted apart, there was always a reason behind it—and whatever the reason, it was probably for the best.

The invitation had arrived a few days earlier, while she was on a train to Edinburgh to meet a friend. Her roommate had opened it without waiting, her hands stained with iodine tincture and strands of hair falling across her forehead. When she returned home that night, late and exhausted, she found her roommate waiting with an open tub of ice cream, two spoons, and the TV screen paused on Netflix’s logo.

"Someone’s invited you to your middle school reunion.”

"Wasn’t that a high school thing?"

"You’ve just graduated, smartass."

She laughed, dropping her bag on the floor and collapsing onto the couch in her slippers, wriggling under the blanket her roommate had wrapped around herself. She leaned back into the cushions, feeling the day's fatigue settle heavily on her.

"That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. What’s next? Kindergarten reunion?" she said sarcastically, grabbing one of the spoons. The stale sandwich she’d had on the train hadn’t been enough for dinner.

"Do you even remember who was in middle school with you?"

"That’s the point," she replied, narrowing her eyes. "I don’t."

Her roommate shook her head, smirking at how oblivious she was, despite having raved just months ago about a certain Formula 3 driver she used to know in middle school.

"Should I give you a clue?"

She nodded, taking a bite of the mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"He’s fast, and kinda cute."

She furrowed her brows, the clue not registering right away.

"You’re that clueless? God, you have the memory of a hamster."

Arvid Lindblad. Her last deskmate in middle school. The one who always sat in front of her on the school bus and walked her across the campus during recess to meet their friends from another class.

"Lindblad? He’s an ass now," she said, scooping up more ice cream. "And he’d never come to a reunion."

"If you don’t go, I will."

Her roommate seemed adamant, almost annoyed at the mention of the Brit. He’d practically grown up alongside her and had been her last tie to that chapter of life. They hadn’t seen each other in years, though she’d caught glimpses of his races. His apparent arrogance irritated her, as did his way of flaunting his jet-setting life on social media. It only served to remind her that, despite achieving her dreams, everyone else seemed to have climbed higher than she had. And maybe, just maybe, that stung a little.

"It’s pointless."

"You always dreamed of a paddock pass, and now you’re ditching the chance to get one?"

"I can’t just show up to Arvid and ask him to invite me to a race after five whole years."

She wasn’t opportunistic, and she prided herself on that. If she had made up her mind not to go, no one could sway her otherwise.

"But Mom, I don’t wanna go," she whined, sitting at the kitchen counter of her childhood home, just ten minutes by train from the apartment she shared with her university roommate.

"You need to," her mom said, patting her shoulder. "For once." She knew her daughter well enough to understand she needed to step out of her comfort zone and relive the joys of middle school, one of the happiest times of her life aside from high school. And she needed to see Arvid again. No one understood that more than her mom, who could read her like an open book.

And so, the following week, she found herself on another train, wearing a sweater her mom had bought for the occasion and freshly washed hair, feeling foolish for even spritzing on a little perfume. The reunion would undoubtedly be a waste of time, especially since the venue had shifted from a nice restaurant in central London to grabbing a quick slice of pizza before heading to a stadium. Who in their right mind would plan a reunion at a stadium?

"See you all in 20 at King Edward Park," her phone buzzed with a notification from Daniel, their old class rep, who had organized the whole thing.

She arrived at the station shortly after, taking the Tube to Wembley Central. Exiting the escalator, she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. The night was cold and damp, though thankfully without any threat of rain. It was a ten-minute walk from the station to the park, which she strolled at a leisurely pace, knowing she was right on time.

While on the train, she had scrolled through old class photos again, mentally categorizing everyone into groups, imagining what they might be up to now. They had all graduated from high school by now, and most were probably in university. She had to admit—she was curious.

"Midget?" a female voice called out as she turned the corner toward the park, her hands stuffed deep into her pockets.

Midget—the nickname her trio of friends had given her in their last year, when everyone else had shot up by ten centimeters while she remained her petite 155 cm.

"Hey," she smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of reintroducing herself to everyone. A tall girl, towering over her by at least 30 cm, approached her with open arms. Her blonde hair was still styled as it used to be in two neat braids.

"Is everyone already here?"

"Yeah, only you and Arvid were missing," her friend replied with a grin, giving her a friendly pat on the arm.

She greeted the others, most of whom barely recognized her at first. The attention soon shifted, though, to the sound of baggy jeans brushing against each other and a head of unruly curls illuminated by the streetlights.

He had come after all, proving her wrong in at least one way.

Arvid Lindblad, now a standout Campos driver in F2. From being the sociable and popular kid in school, he had grown into the most recognized and arguably most accomplished member of their group.

"Evening, man," Daniel greeted him warmly, shaking his hand before pulling him into a brief hug. Arvid’s smile, as dazzling as it had always been, lit up his face. Despite his success, he seemed to have made an effort for the occasion.

He exchanged casual banter with the others before finally approaching the last two girls, who were chatting off to the side. She had opened her jacket, feeling a little more at ease, laughing with the tall blonde in front of her.

"How are you, Kendra?" Arvid asked, addressing her friend first while trying to mask the fact that he didn’t immediately recognize the other girl.

But she recognized him.

When she shifted slightly, the light from a nearby lamp revealed her face more clearly. And then, Arvid recognized her too. Those eyes he had looked into so many times, and the shy smile she gave when she wasn’t sure of herself or felt uncomfortable.

"_____?" he asked, still a little uncertain.

"Arvid," she replied softly, biting the inside of her cheek, her heart racing.

He looked down, pressing his lips together. With her, it was different.

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“We could use an oily pizza right about now,” Daniel said, wrapping an arm around Kendra’s shoulders and taking the lead of their small group of barely a dozen people as they made their way out of the park, leaving her and Arvid to bring up the rear.

Arvid walked with his hands in his pockets, a carabiner dangling from a belt loop of his jeans, and a black sweater keeping him warm. Meanwhile, Wembley was already gearing up to host the match they were there to watch. His curls were more defined than before, springing like little coils that brushed his eyebrows with every step. The new haircut gave him a lot of volume, perfectly complementing his distinctive features.

“You’ve changed a lot,” he said, attempting to start a conversation.

“I have, yeah,” she replied, still looking down, letting her bangs shield her a little from his gaze.

“I’m guessing you’re studying medicine, like you always wanted.”

She laughed, nodding, while Daniel darted into a questionable-looking place across the street, leaving Kendra outside with the rest of the group.

“I read your book, you know.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised that he had actually read the book she published the previous year, the culmination of a project she had been working on since middle school.

Arvid stopped, leaning against a brick wall behind him, his hands now tucked into his jeans’ pockets. She stayed beside him, the laughter of the others drifting in the background as they likely joked about Kendra’s impulsiveness and how she and Daniel had found each other after middle school, eventually becoming a couple and now running her father’s antique shop together.

“One of my mechanics gave it to me as a gift. I knew it was yours from the very first page.”

“Not from the name?” she teased.

“You know I’m a bit forgetful.”

She laughed, leaning against the lamppost opposite him and pulling her scarf up over her red nose to shield it from the cold. Arvid watched her with a soft smile.

“So, you’re in F2 now,” she said, taking the lead in the conversation for once.

“Having a lot of fun, yeah.”

“What do you want?” Daniel shouted from across the street, looking at them with his wallet in hand.

“Two diet cokes!” they both yelled in unison, almost reflexively.

As Daniel disappeared back inside, they turned to look at each other, an expression passing between them that seemed to hold all their shared memories, the ones they had built before growing apart and losing touch for years. Memories they both had refused to admit they missed.  

She had once convinced herself that Arvid was arrogant, even though deep down, she knew he was just self-assured. Maybe their years apart had made her misjudge people, especially when it came to him. Not that she was jealous—or obsessed with him. She simply knew that the reason behind their drifting apart didn’t quite fit the usual narrative.

The mismatched group headed to the entrance of Wembley, where Daniel had secured tickets for seats in the stands. By now, they were nearly finished with the greasy slices of pizza and washing them down with drinks that helped digest what Daniel generously called “pizza.”

“Here are the tickets,” Daniel said, handing them out. “We’ll split up for security, so if anyone gets lost, at least you’ve got your own ticket. Sit wherever you want.”

The girls went through the scanners first, followed by the guys. Then they climbed the stairs to the stands. Once again, Arvid was beside her.

“Who do you want next to you?” the driver asked, typing something on his phone while they waited for the others, who had stopped off at the restroom.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, shrugging slightly before taking her seat. Noticing this, Arvid decided for her and sat down beside her, placing his phone in the small console between their seats and rubbing his hands against his pants to warm them as she looked around.

The others arrived moments later, laughing as Greg—once the biggest bookworm of their group—nearly tumbled down the stairs. They settled in just as the players began warming up on the field. 

While they waited for the match to start, they all chatted, enjoying the moment and showing her that perhaps this reunion wasn’t entirely pointless. Maybe being grumpy toward people didn’t really serve her well. As different as she felt from them, they all formed a pretty good group.

The match started shortly after, with the home team getting off to a strong start. Their plays were impressive, though Daniel’s detailed commentary went mostly unheard by the others. Meanwhile, she and Arvid were busy imagining the backstories of the fans seated around them, laughing quietly at their own stories and occasionally covering their mouths when someone overheard and turned to glare at them. They cheered for the team and paid attention to the game but were simply happy to share the evening together. Not as the anxious first-year medical student or the famous Formula 2 driver—but as Arvid and ____, the way they had been in middle school.

“You still have the bracelet I made you,” she smiled, noticing his large hand resting on his knee. Next to one of his expensive watches was one of the embroidery floss bracelets she used to love making as a kid.

He looked at his wrist, smiling slightly as he nodded.

“Why would I take it off?”

“It’s completely worn out.”

“Then make me a new one,” he suggested. She leaned back in her seat, pretending not to notice the blush spreading across her freckled cheeks.

The stadium was packed to the brim, erupting into chants every time a player took possession of the ball. It was a fascinating atmosphere for both of them, who didn’t often attend games due to their busy schedules. The home team came tantalizingly close to scoring a goal more than once.

During halftime, the group scarfed down quick desserts at the stadium’s restaurant—panna cotta accompanied by a glass of water—before making another restroom stop to brace against the cold.

“I want to know everything. Will you hurry up?” her roommate texted her.

“Wait up for me,” she replied, leaving the restroom with a contented smile and rejoining the others outside. Arvid watched her as she stepped back to Kendra’s side. When they descended the stairs back to the stands, he approached her and fixed her scarf, which had gotten pinched in her jacket, her long hair tucked awkwardly inside.

She smiled as she felt him fussing with her scarf, and then they took their seats again. The second half began, passing much faster as the two strong, determined teams remained scoreless. But everyone in the stadium could sense that a goal was imminent.

And it was.

Early in the second half, the stadium erupted as the home team scored, the ball hitting the back of the visitors’ net. The crowd went wild, celebrating the home lions' triumph. 

Around them, a bunch of shirtless men hollered with passion, and one beside them, despite wearing a coat, began thumping his chest and shouting in an indecipherable dialect. Shocked, she reflexively turned to Arvid to joke about it.

“God, he’s gone rogue—”

But she didn’t find Arvid.

She found his lips.

In the chaos of the cheering crowd, they had turned to each other at the exact same moment, only for their lips to meet instead of their gazes.

Without realizing it, they had kissed.

After five years of not seeing each other—five years of parting as best friends.

“Oh, sorry,” they both said, stepping back. But the jostling crowd around them shoved them back together, and she found herself in Arvid’s arms.

“Sorry again,” she said with an awkward smile, her face completely flushed, while the crowd kept singing. Arvid gently untied the knot in her scarf, freeing her neck as he placed his hands behind her head.

“I should take you out,” he said, his voice steady despite the noise. “Because now I want to kiss you for real.”

two updates today! To answer whoever asked me which requests I had in progress for Arvid, this was the second last one (here he's a bit older and already in F2, maybe twenty-ish)

-not proofread so there might be a few errors, but I really hope you like it!🍀

[ryanisasleep]

Might I ask, could you write Gaz with a stressed out ftm reader

Just like gaz marking and distracting reader from being frustrated and whatnot

This is my first request like ever so sorry if it's too vague 💫🤍

Sure thing baby! Dw abt being too vague it's ok!

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Days like this could be described as the worsts, there was too much to do and being a Second Lieutenant meant that all the problems could be dropped on your shoulders.

Outside was snowing and, as typical english weather, of course he was -10 C° outside. The candid white flakes managed to bring some joy in the resting bootcamp as it meant that a warmer and much more welcoming enviroment was going to be set.

The jeeps and supply box were all covered in fluffy white while the dirty and trash filled ground was iced to be point were some recruits and low tier soldiers were tasked to scatter salt all over the base.

Outside there was a sleepy aura, perfect to rest, but not for you.

You watched the handful of people shouting outside and nearly tripping their feet in the wet and slippery ground, some of them even decided to have a snowball fight. You would've joined them but alas, the papers on your desk could not be done by themselves.

You had some very noticeble eyebags that accopanied your droopy eyes. Your head was resting on your scarred hand while the other tried to sooth the ache on your arm.

You were used to the shots, you wanted them and helped you achieve what you wanted, to be yourself, but goddamn if it was a pain.

Your libido was high and you could not leave it as it was, you had to take care of it in some way. Sadly you were always busy and had no time for yourself.

You couldn't really tell around that you were "different" from the others, they would look you in the wrong way and you couldn't be caught having some time for yourself, there could've been serious consequences.

Everyone expected the best out of you and that took a toll on yoyr health. Skipping meals just to get things done or barking out at your friends who just wanted to ask you to hang out in their barracks for a movie night.

When was the last time tou had a shower? Three says ago? You stank and you hated that.

Your friend, John, would describe you as a scrunkly, stinky and horrible tiny and malnutritioned street cat with the way your hair were done and with your face that had always a resting bitch attitude.

Another factor to your stress that made you pinch your nose in frustration was the seeming incapacity of your collegues. They dropped even the most simple tasks to you leading you to sleep even less than you already did.

Your desk was a mess. Between the many papers somewere was your phone that was ringing consistently for hours.

You yelled a mild curse under your breath as you wanted to curse the shit out of who was calling you.

You could not scatter all the "carefully" categorized papers. Honestly you didn't know what to do first.

Your mind then decided to ditch every goddamn thing left undone and respond to that fucker who decided to annoy you.

The ache that all your body was giving was unberable. You had back problems that required to let you get up for at least 10 mins every two hours but of course you couldn't.

You didn't see the name on the screen you just yanked the phone up scatter lots of papers on the ground in front of your desk and answered.

"You better use perfectly those 30 seconds I am gonna give you as you just made me scatter all of those reports on fhe ground and while getting up my back shot FUCKING lightings of pain!!!"

Your voice was strained in the last part but you had to get out some of your boiling steem.

"So? The little Lieutenant got angry here and that made your tail crawl between your legs you fucker?!"

Damn, that was straight from hell, but before going to reattach the phone back and throw it on the nearest wall you saw the heart "🧡" on the display.

Silence fell. Akward silence fell.

"Kyle.....?" Your tone now sheepesh as fuck as now your tail could've been between your legs. "Love?" "You there? I did not mean any of that!"

He reattached, great. Now another thing was fucked up and that was the current mood of your boyfriend who had nothing to do with your problems in the office but ended up in them.

You fell back into your chair, tou wanted to scream your lungs out but instead you stared at the dirty floor.

After some hours you heard faint knocks on your door. Your tone, dry as the Sahara desert told whoever was there to come in.

Your pen was giving your han cramps and all of this was giving your head aches too. You looked up and saw Kyle standing in front of the door, all still geared up and dirty and muddy as hell. One would describe this sight as a comical one if the situation was much lighter.

"Kyle.." "Don't Kyle me you bastard". You deserved it, the way he said it with disdaint and flatness. "I am sorry.."

You deserved it.

He walked to you, his feet heavy and all of his gear making all kinds of noises. He stopped at the very edge of your working desk and flattend his hands on the border.

"The way all of our family heard you was very akward. Since when am I fucker and a bastard to you?"

"You have never been one I swear! I was just and I am very stressed! I thought it was one of many seargents or captains that requiered my help for the 10th time and I didn't bother to ch-"

Your mouth was covered by his and he quickly got on your lap. You swore your jeans were stained in mud, it was going go be a pretty interesting conversation at the laundry...

Words weren't exchanged, you two knew everything by the way your eyes met.

It was good to have him on your lap, you had been mind of lonely lately. It left right, his strong thigs stradling your own, the friction created by your jeans was perfect, he couldn't go anywhere.

Your own big hands gripped his waist and one of them slipped under his shirt. You earned a delighted sound out of him and you swore you could feel him lean to your touch.

His bare arms hugged your neck that was too tired to move and it fell on them. One of his hands moved and gently stroked your short hair, it felt amazing.

You closed your eyes at that, it lulled you into a good eye rest. Admist your half consciouness one of his hands cupped your jawline. Perfect distraction for vague and stressful days like this.

You will have him in your bathtub between your legs with his back resting on your chest. Yes he deserved it, after all he beared he has always been there for you.

You should really repay him for this.

[muses0fgracie]

"...That's it? That's the guy?"

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[gunilslaugh]

Hii! Could I request a more specific fic where Gunil x Reader go through first experiences together? (First time holding hands, first kiss, first relationship, first trip, and their child’s first birthday?) I’m super sorry if it’s too much 😅 I’m just a big fan of your Gunil x reader works!

💫💙

No need to be sorry this wasn't too much! Thank you for being a fan of my Gunil X Reader works! I hope you enjoy :)

Koo Gunil

Summary: Experiencing your relationship firsts with Gunil. (idol/non-idol au)

WC:~1.8k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

First Time Holding Hands

The first time you and Gunil held hands happened before you two were dating. You were hanging out with Gunil as he was trying to learn some drumstick tricks. It was going pretty well. Of course there were plenty of fails, fumbles, dropped drumsticks. Whenever Gunil succeeded in performing a trick he would look at you with a slightly smug look. Sometimes accompanied by a flirty wink or a “I looked really cool just now didn’t I?”. That was until Gunil managed to throw a drumstick into his eye. 

“Are you ok?” you asked, quickly rushing over to his side.

“Yeah, no I’m good. Don’t worry.” He tried to reassure you, but with the way he kept his hand pressed over his injured eye it made you worry. 

“Let me see,” you say. You place your hand over the one that he was holding over his eye and pull it away. However even after it was away from his eye you still kept it in your hold. “Open your eye,” you tell him. Gunil slowly opens his injured eye. He has to fight off at blush upon seeing how close you are to him. That blush becomes even harder to fight off once he realizes that your hand is still holding his. You inspect his eye for any obvious signs of injury. You bring your other hand up to gently touch the skin around his eye.

“How’s it look doc?” Gunil asked playfully.

“The skin around your eye looks a little red, but that’s it. I think you’ll be able to keep your eye,” you gave your diagnosis. 

“That’s a relief,” Gunil said. 

“Maybe you should ice it?” You brought up getting ready to move away from Gunil. Even if ice was a good idea Gunil didn’t want to let go of your hand, so he pulled you closer by your hand. Now making you realize that you never let his hand go. 

“It’s ok. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not swollen, so it should be fine,” he told you. 

“Ok, but I think you should stop with the drumsticks for the day.” Gunil would much rather hold your hand than play with drumsticks anyway. 

“Aye aye Doc.” He laced your fingers with his.

First Relationship

You were shocked when you found out that Gunil had never been in a relationship before. You found out when you off-handedly made a joke. 

“You must’ve done with your past significant others,” you joked. Gunil was standing behind you as you sat on the tiny drum stool. His hands encased yours as he taught you how to play the drums.

“Impossible, you’re the first person I’ve been in a relationship with,” he stated. 

“Really?” You turned around on the stool to face him. 

“Is it that surprising?” he questioned finding your shocked face amusing. 

“A bit,” you admitted. “But this is my first relationship too,” you informed. Gunil smiles, taking your hands in his. 

“Good. I’ll be your first and last,” he says cheesily. 

Both of you thought with this being each of your first relationships that there would be some learning to do, but pleasantly being together was natural for you two. Being together was more about being able to experience typical romance things for the first time together. Going on dates. Whether they’re simple stay-in dates or extravagant nights out. Writing each other love letters. Spending the night together, watching sunrises and sunsets, missing one another when one of you is away. Something special about knowing that you are the first person Gunil gets experience being in love with and the same goes for him about you.

First Kiss

Gunil wanted the first kiss the two you shared to be perfect. He wanted it to be romantic and sweet. To be a moment you would look back on and smile about. He wanted it to be everything you could possibly want in a first kiss. He originally planned on kissing you at the end of a romantic date. It may have been cliché, but clichés became a thing for a reason. However at the end of the romantic date as he was dropping you off at your home he realized that maybe going for a cliché wasn’t the best idea because the moment just didn’t feel special enough. Instead he gives you a loving hug and a peck on the cheek, before sending you inside. Then he was back to square one. Gunil found himself lost in a cycle of planning, scratching, replanning, aborting, because nothing seemed to be perfect enough. The perfect moment wasn’t happening. 

Meanwhile you kept wondering why Gunil hasn’t kissed you. To you there have been plenty of opportunities. You swear you’ve even seen him start to lean in to kiss you, but then he backs out. You just want to know what he’s waiting for or what’s stopping him because if he doesn’t kiss you soon you’re going to take matters into your own hands.

Gunil and you walked hand in hand on your way back home. The moon and stars lighting up the night sky. Gunil watched you as you walked while looking up to admire the shimmering night sky. That’s when he decided to call off his perfect kiss plan. He realized that there wasn’t going to be his quote unquote perfect moment. 

“Y/n,” he called you gently. You turned your attention away from the night sky and onto Gunil. 

“Yes?” you asked. Gunil took a step closer to you. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked. You smiled. Finally, you thought.

“Of course,” you say. Gunil takes another step closer to you closing the distance between both of your bodies. His hand that wasn’t holding yours slid up to cup your cheek. He gave you one last look. A chance to pull away and change your mind. When you don't, Gunil leans in, taking a moment to brush his nose against yours. Then he finished closing the distance between you two. His lips are gentle and warm as they lovingly press against yours. Even if Gunil didn’t think it was you certainly thought it was the perfect moment. 

First Trip

Gunil was a bit nervous about asking you if you wanted to go on a trip with him. You guys had been together a little over a year. He knew that you would agree to the trip, but going on a trip together seemed like a milestone in your relationship.

“Y/n I was thinking that since both of our schedules are freeing up, what if we went on a little trip together?” he suggested. 

“We totally should! That sounds so fun! Where should we go?” Your excitement makes Gunil feel silly for being nervous. 

“Where do you want to go?” he prompts with a smile clad face. 

The two of you decide to go to Chuncheon. It’s known for its beautiful scenery of lakes and rivers, not to mention having delicious food as well. You decided to spend a couple days there in order to really appreciate and see all that it has to offer. 

While you were there you did the Gangchon Rail Bike. Gunil pridefully insisted on pedaling, so that you could enjoy the view. Even if his thighs were burning at the end he didn’t even complain. Of course Gunil had to take you to see the cherry blossoms. Where his camera roll instantly became filled with you under the pink tree. His favorite one is one where you have stray leaves stuck in your hair and you’re smiling. Naturally you two had to spend a day at Nami Island to see if it was truly worth being a must visit couple spot. You can’t visit Chuncheon without visiting its lakes so that’s what you did on your last day there. Your trip there was so fun that you almost didn’t want to leave. Gunil felt the same. He felt as if your trip together was a fairytale. It solidified what Gunil already thought: He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. 

Child’s First Birthday

Gunil can’t believe that your child’s first birthday came so fast. Your child’s first birthday makes him think about his life with you. From the first time you held his hand when he hit himself in the eye with his drumstick. Your first kiss under the moonlight. Your first trip together that made him want to propose to you. Your wedding day. The day you told him that you were pregnant. How absolutely stunning you looked last night as you held your child in your arms gently swaying them back and forth, lulling them to sleep. 

“What are you thinking about?” you snuck up behind Gunil, wrapping your arms around his waist. Gunil securely places his hands over your arms.

“How I really am your first and last.” He turned his head to look at you. You think about making a comment about his cheesiness, but the coming of your child’s first birthday has made you feel a bit sentimental too, so instead you hold him tighter. 

“I’m your first and last too.” you kiss his cheek. 

When it comes to the actual celebrating of your child’s first birthday. You guys decided to have a small party with your friends and family. 

“I can’t believe you two had this little nugget a year ago,” Jooyeon says as he coos over your child who is sitting in their high chair. 

“I can’t believe I’ve been telling you to stop calling my baby a nugget for a whole year,” Gunil remarked. 

“It’s a term of endearment I don’t know why you’re so upset about it,” Jooyeon returned. Jungsu, Seungmin, Jiseok, Hyeongjun and Jooyeon all took turns wishing your child a happy birthday, each of them claiming that they will be their favorite uncle in the future. 

As the party goes on Gunil just can’t help, but feel so entirely lucky for the life he has with you. This time he is the one coming up behind you, trapping you in his embrace. You had just sung your child happy birthday and given them their cake. Smiles painted on both of your faces as you watch your child messily shove cake into their mouth with their tiny hands. Gunil peers over your shoulder as you snap pictures of your child. 

“Thank you for sharing so many firsts with me,” Gunil whispered into your ear. You put your phone away and turn to face Gunil.

“Thank you too. There is no one else I’d share my firsts with.” You lean your head against his shoulder. Your baby then babbles happily almost as if it heard and understood yours and Gunil’s heartfelt exchange.

[thekids-onholiday]

There's no need to worry / This is just a vacation

[ I apologize for the long post. But please read the WHOLE THING. ]

[ last updated May 17, 2025 ]

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name: jessie!

age: 33

pronouns: they/them

your sun sign, MBTI type, and enneagram type (google them if you’re not sure!): sag, INFJ, and apparently i'm a 4

how tall are you? 5'1-ish, maybe closer to 5'2

what color are your eyes? brown

the last time you saw a movie in theaters (bonus: what was it?): star wars: the rise of skywalker, so 2019? i don't like going to the movies

favorite dessert: ice creeeam

outer space or the ocean? both are fascinating, both freak me out! i think i like learning about space more though

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are you good with plants? i wish! i am not

would your current self and high school self get along? i hope so! i think my high school self would be proud of my current self

a food you can’t stand: mushrooms

something you’d do if money were no object: buy a house for my mom, travel fuckin everywhere

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what if..glaucus/non-binary reader where there's hurt/comfort - 💫

HI! Thanks for the request!! Glaucus might be a bit ooc here since I don't usually write her,,, I did my best!!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──Glaucus x gn!reader─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

To Run With You

She'd come to accept it. Every single day she had to slowly accept she'd no longer be able to walk. To run into the vast world.

Glaucus knew she had to accept this fact and yet she didn't. She couldn't.

No matter how hard she tried to remove those thoughts of yearning it could only cloud her mind, gnawing at her slowly. 

Glaucus knew that this was going to happen sooner or later with her family’s history of having also experienced this. She had hoped it wouldn’t happen to her, that the leg muscle atrophy would skip her. 

She was frustrated, sitting there as she slowly lost the ability to walk.

“It’ll be okay, I'll be fine.” She repeated in her head like a mantra. But the truth was she was afraid.

“Glaucus?” A voice took her from those thoughts. It was (Name) standing in the doorway holding a tray of food.

“(Name)...? Ah sorry I must’ve spaced out.” Glaucus smiled at the other, however, her smile not reaching her eyes.

(Name) knew something was wrong. Although Glaucus was smiling, her eyes showed a different emotion swirling. “What’s wrong, Glaucus?” (Name) placed the tray on a table, kneeling in front of Glaucus with concerned eyes. “I’m here. Tell me what’s wrong?” 

Glaucus stared at the warm eyes of her partner. They somehow always knew what she was feeling with one glance. “I…” She hesitated, numerous thoughts slowly creeped into her mind as she silently stared at her lover’s eyes. 

Warm and beautiful eyes, she thought. Staring at the other’s eyes had calmed her down as she finally gained courage to speak. “I… I’m afraid, (Name).” Tears slowly fell. “I’m so afraid… What if I just… I just… Stopped being able to walk…? (Name) I’m so scared…” Glaucus never left her gaze from her lover’s eyes as tears kept falling.

“Glaucus… It’s okay to be afraid, okay? And I’ll always be with you even if you stopped walking. I promise you that. I will never leave you, okay?” (Name) gave Glaucus a kiss on her forehead, wiping the tears away as well. 

“I’ll be right by your side. No matter what.”

Even after all this time she kept repeating those words in her head. When (Name) said those words, she felt like she could run across a field. 

Now she wanted to make that happen, to run across a field with (Name) by her side. Glaucus slowly put on the exoskeleton suit that she was given by the Medical Department. She didn’t have that many expectations from it but as long as she could just stand longer, walk with (Name) longer, she’d be happy. 

“Is this really going to work?” A moment of doubt passed her as she looked at the ice-cold steel exoskeleton attached on her legs.

Sitting still won't do her any good and so with a deep breath, she slowly stood up, The exoskeleton strapped on her legs braced her body as she took the chance to stand up. Taking a tiny step forward and another awkward step forward.

A third step.

And then a fourth.

Glaucus awkwardly walked to the dorm door, opening it and finally stepped out. She didn’t know what to feel at this moment but she knew she wanted to see (Name). Glaucus kept taking awkward steps outside the dorm, She was finally walking.

“Glaucus?!” Before Glaucus could look to where (Name)’s voice was, she was greeted by her lover’s face. “You should-” before (Name) could even protest, Glaucus held (Name)’s face and gave them a kiss on the lips.

“I want to run with you.” Glaucus whispered as she broke off the kiss. And gave the warmest smile she could muster.