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thesecondhandwoman · 7 days ago

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may i request caitvi kid reader play fighting with her mama vi pls?

PLAY FIGHTING

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: Another day of chaos started with play fighting mama Vi, but when you didn’t win, it turned into a session of comforting a fussy kiddo.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Part three of Motherly Love

The living room was a battleground, and you were determined to win. Pillows had been piled up like barricades, and blankets draped across the couch like strategic cover. You crouched behind one of your pillow fort walls, your small but mighty frame poised for action. Bunny, your ever-loyal companion, sat tucked into the pocket of your overalls, ready to observe the chaos.

Across the room, Vi stood tall, hands on her hips, a cocky grin on her face. She cracked her knuckles dramatically, her pink hair tousled and wild. “Alright, squirt. You think you can take on the champ?”

You puffed out your chest, fists on your hips in perfect imitation of her. “I’m not a squirt! I’m the Dragon Slayer, and I’m gonna win!”

Vi smirked, crouching slightly to meet your height, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh yeah? You got moves, Dragon Slayer? Let’s see ’em.”

“Vi, don’t break the furniture,” Caitlyn’s voice floated in from the kitchen, where she was sipping tea and watching the chaos unfold with thinly veiled amusement.

“Relax, cupcake. This is all under control,” Vi called back before turning her full attention to you. “Alright, kiddo. Give me your best shot.”

With a high-pitched battle cry, you launched yourself at Vi, tiny hands swiping at her in what could only be described as the most dramatic attack in history. Vi laughed, dodging and weaving like a prizefighter, her movements exaggerated to keep the game fun.

“You’re quick, I’ll give you that,” she teased, narrowly avoiding your swipes. “But you’re gonna have to do better than—”

Before she could finish, you managed to land a soft slap on her arm. Gasping, she stumbled back, clutching her chest like she’d been mortally wounded. “Oh no! The Dragon Slayer strikes again!”

You giggled, proud of yourself, while Vi dramatically collapsed onto the couch, her legs flopping over the armrest. “You got me, kid. I’m done for.”

“Victory!” you declared, climbing up onto the couch to strike a triumphant pose. Bunny peeked out of your pocket like he, too, was basking in the glory.

But just as you turned to Caitlyn to announce your win, Vi lunged, scooping you up into her arms. “Gotcha!” she laughed, tossing you lightly onto the pile of pillows.

“No fair, Mama!” you squealed, trying to scramble back up.

“All’s fair in love and play fights,” Vi quipped, pinning you gently with one hand.

“Vi, don’t gloat,” Caitlyn warned, though her tone was more amused than stern.

You squirmed and wiggled, trying to escape, but Vi’s hold was unrelenting. “Say ‘I tap out’,” she teased, grinning as she held you in place.

“Never!” you huffed, your bottom lip beginning to tremble.

At first, you didn’t even realize your frustration was building. Vi’s teasing grin, her effortless strength, and the fact that you couldn’t wiggle free all piled up until you felt the lump in your throat.

Your bottom lip wobbled, your cheeks puffing out in an attempt to hold back the flood. But it was no use. The tears came anyway, welling up in your eyes until they spilled over.

“M-Mama,” you sniffled, your voice breaking.

Vi froze instantly, her grin vanishing as panic set in. “Oh no, no, no, kiddo, don’t cry! I wasn’t— I didn’t mean— Aw, man.” She scooped you up, holding you close as you let out a wail.

Caitlyn appeared in the doorway, her brow furrowing as she crossed the room in long, quick strides. “Vi, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Vi protested, looking genuinely distressed. “We were playing, and then—” She gestured helplessly at your tear-streaked face.

Caitlyn sighed, taking you gently from Vi’s arms. “Shh, darling. It’s alright,” she cooed, cradling you against her chest. She rocked you back and forth, her soft voice and warm embrace chasing away the sting of losing. “Mama can be a little too rough sometimes, can’t she?”

You sniffled, burying your face in Caitlyn’s shoulder. “She cheated,” you mumbled, your small voice muffled.

Vi gasped, clutching her chest again, but this time with real offense. “Cheated? Kiddo, I would never!”

Caitlyn shot her a look, though her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile. “Perhaps it’s time for a rematch. With a little assistance.”

You peeked up at her, your tears slowing. “Really?”

“Really,” Caitlyn said, her eyes sparkling with a promise.

With Caitlyn holding you securely in her arms, you felt invincible. Bunny had been moved to a place of honor on the couch, watching the proceedings like the referee of a great battle.

Vi stood across the room, hands on her hips, trying not to laugh. “Alright, alright. Two against one, huh? You think that’s fair?”

“Absolutely,” Caitlyn said primly, shifting you slightly so you had a better view of Vi. “Are you ready, darling?”

“Yeah!” you cheered, your confidence restored.

“Then let’s get her,” Caitlyn said, and with that, she charged.

Well, it was more of a dignified jog, but to you, it felt like a full-blown cavalry charge. You stretched your arms out toward Vi, your tiny hands aiming for her sides.

“Tickle attack!” you cried, Caitlyn guiding you as you latched onto Vi’s waist.

Vi yelped, doubling over in exaggerated defeat. “No fair, cupcake! You’re helping her cheat!”

“Consider it justice,” Caitlyn replied smoothly, her grip on you steady as you continued your assault.

Vi finally collapsed onto the pile of pillows, laughing uncontrollably as your tiny fingers poked and tickled her sides. “Alright, alright! I give up!” she wheezed, holding her hands up in surrender.

“Victory!” you shouted again, this time with Caitlyn’s support.

Caitlyn set you down gently, kneeling beside you as you climbed onto Vi’s chest, your small hands on your hips. “I win, Mama. Me and Mommy are the best team ever!”

Vi looked up at you, her smile soft and full of love despite her supposed defeat. “Yeah, yeah, you got me. Guess I’ll have to train harder if I want to beat the Dragon Slayer and her sidekick.”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. “Sidekick?”

“Uh, I mean, team captain,” Vi corrected quickly, winking at you.

You giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to Vi’s cheek. “I still love you, Mama. Even if you’re a bad guy.”

Vi’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a bear hug. “Love you too, squirt. Even if you’re a cheater.”

“She is not,” Caitlyn said, smoothing your hair as she stood. “Now, let’s clean up this battlefield before dinner, shall we?”

By the time dinner was ready, the living room was back to normal, and the three of you sat around the table, laughing and talking like always. Bunny had been returned to his rightful place by your side, his ears slightly more crumpled than before but no worse for wear.

As Caitlyn served dessert—your favorite cookies—you couldn’t help but smile, your heart full and warm.

“Best day ever,” you declared, holding Bunny up like he agreed.

Caitlyn leaned over to kiss the top of your head. “Every day with you is the best day ever, darling.”

Vi ruffled your hair, grinning. “Yeah, even when you kick my butt.”

You giggled, leaning into their love. In your little world, there was no better place to be.

A/N: Sorry this was so short, I tried to finish it up during Christmas (hope you guys had a good Christmas btw!)

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dragonsoulage · 3 months ago

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What a drag...going shopping with his pretty girl

feat. Shikamaru Nara

Poor Guy, for some occasion you need a new dress, even when his lazy ass wouldn't move, but seeing his girlfriend in a stunning dress could be worth it..

warnings: fluff

Wordcount: 1,4k

Hello world, so since I do my little stuff, here a short glimpse of what it would be like to go shopping with our genius Shikamaru 🤌

English is not my first language and I suck in proof reading lol 👁️👄👁️

Oh he already groaned in frustration when he heard you wanted to go shopping because you was invited to the wedding of your sister.

Shikamaru was already aware that he not only needed to attend the wedding but also going shopping with you. He sat there looking at you with tired dark eyes while he had a toothpick between his lips, watching how you paced around the room while talking to your mom.

With his oh so smart thoughts he tried to get ready like morally to go shopping with you. Not that he disliked it per se but alone the fact that it was a store full of clothes, hours would go byfor you to look for the "perfect" dress, and he just wanted to chill under the clouds.

But as your boyfriend he knew his duties, aware he needed to do it with you after all why should he pass the option to "decide" what dress suits you the best. When you then hung up on the phone you looked at him, your gaze loving and excited because of the news.

"Not even a little glimpse of motivation huh." You mused out loud when your eyes locked with his. He took out the toothpick from his lips before he stretched his back.

"We both know I won't even stand a chance against the shopping thing or the whole wedding thing." Shikamaru yawned before you stepped closer to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and you placed yourself between his manspread legs. Laying your hands on top of his shoulders gazing down at him.

"You know when it's really thaaaat bad for you I can-" you wanted to tell him when je really would dislike the idea of going to a wedding ceremony or even shopping, he wouldn't have to, after all you was indeed really understanding. One of the things je loved about you. But the clever shinobi interupted you placing his hands on your waist, pulling you just a little closer and looking up into your pretty face, what showed him how concerned you was. You was could smell the faint scent of cigarettes. He wasn't uncomfortable to go, he was just an lazy ass and he knew that. So Shikamaru would do it, for your sake.

"Nah, even I am aware that this is one of those boyfriend duties I need to attend. And I love you even more than my holy sleep or watching clouds. I will get over it." Shika spoke maybe a little grumbly but that was his decision to accompany you in this. You chuckled then and laid a hand on his cheek marvleing at his skin and you found it endearing how knee he just an lazy ass. A handsome and smart lazy ass to be honest.

"Boyfriend duties hm? But fine I won't complain so get ready, baby. We go shopping this weekend. After all I need a new dress." You Said with that little wicked smile and your sarcastic tone. Why you was just an evil but so pretty temptress? Why does he sacraficed his sleep and lazy afternoons just for you? A mircale he probably would never solve.

And the minute you two stepped into a store he straight wanted to go to the dress section, although you seemed to have other plans, you wanted to browse a little through the store, not just to look at what you need but to see what you might want.

"Babe, you look at this clothes, eyeing saying 'this is cute' just to not even take it to the changing room. So where is the point in that?" Shikamaru asked with that irritaed voice, watching you browse through the section. A small smile tugged at your lips before you turned your head around.

"Not everything has to be logical right? I just want to see what I probably would like but mostly can't afford or don't really need. But I still want to look." You tried to explain that, although it was just typical behaviour for you. He shurgged his shoulders continued to walk behind you.

After you was done and took a few dresses to the changing room, Shikamaru sat down on this armchair in front of it, like the typical boyfriend should do. Just waiting for you to present him the dress you tried on. After all it should be fitting for a wedding.

You took some minutes as you stepped out of the cabin. This dress was indeed really good but you kinda looked not really convinced. His eyes ranked you up and down before they settled on your unsatisfyed face. "Whats wrong, babe?" He asked then, before he would give his opinion. The shinobi was a smart man, not saying something wrong before he would clearly knew what was disturbing you.

"Don't know kinda looks...cheap on me like with those rhinestones...I thought it would be cute but it isn't at all." You sighted and then he cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows pulled together before he rested his chin on his oalm. Yeah he wasn't the one for shopping but he would give you feedback when you really wanted it.

"Well cheap is the wrong word, it's not cheap. It just not bringing out the best. You have better dresses at home." His voice collective as he eyed you. Even when this dress wasn't ideal you still was a sight to behold.

After some more dresses were he always looked up and said something to it. Shikamaru sat there looking down to his fingers that fidget with the hem of his vest. Before you stepped out again. And this time it was the perfect dress. Black and long, flattering your figure and curves. Your waist snatched with a slit in the right thigh. Gorgeous. It was just absolutly gorgeous. When he looked at you he runned a hand through his hair, cleared his throat. Just observing you before he made a move with his finger, what means that you should turn around for him.

Even your backside, he indeed liked it really much in general was breathtaking. The usually so composed and lazy shinobi gluped hard, so his adam apple bobbed in his throat.

"What you say? It's a little bold maybe, usually I don't wear this but-" you wanted to start your explanation but before this could get iut of hand he stopped you. Besides the fact that this was indeed stunning on you this was the opportunity to go out of this shop, you found the dress you would need.

"Take it. You Look good, actually more than good. Flattering even." He replied, still his eyes roamed over you. Such a pretty girlfirend, the young man thought to himself.

After you paid for the dress you and Shikamaru walked out. Indeed it had been a while but it was not so long, as what he thought it would be. A small smile tugged at his lips, a smirk perhaps, a smart smirk. As soon as you two were outside again he lit on a cigarette took a drag before looking at you. "You know probably this wedding we need to attend won't be too bad, then I can oggle you the entire time." Hlhe Snickers at his own words. Before you have him, quiet a playful nudge. "Oggle me huh? I will oggle you too, after all we still need to get something you can wear too, Shika." You spoke and he could swear for a moment he saw a devilish grin. But then the realization kicked in he took the cigarette with two fingers out of his mouth.

"What do you mean with for me?" Poor hoy thinking shopping was over, you still needed fitting shoes and besides that he would need a suit. And Shika probably would look so good in it.

"Like how I said it, clever boy. We need a suit or something like that for you. Oh don't give me that look." You teased, patted his cheek.

"For someone who always knows every move I could make and has like battle strategy plans...you should have known that we are not done yet." You said to him with a small giggle. Then you leaned forward placed a cheeky kiss on his lips before you walked further.

"You will be the death of me." Shikamaru meant before he literally didn't have a choice and continued the shopping spree

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sh4wty18 · 8 months ago

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Jake webber x reader where he says that we’re

Dating him on stream if that makes sense 💕

aww this is so cute, i hope you enjoy <3

girlfriend.

pairing: jake webber x reader

summary: jake unexpectedly reveals your relationship on stream.

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1.6k + edited

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You laid in Jake’s bed, snuggled inside his mountain of pillows and blankets, scrolling mindlessly through twitter while his stream played on your laptop in the background. You had made a point of trying to watch his streams as often as possible, even when you were waiting in his bed for him. To you, it felt like a way to get closer to him– and support him, of course. You had been together for around six months at this point, and you still weren’t public.

You had been friends with Jake for a couple months before you started dating, so people had seen you in some of his videos, or in public together. But when you guys started dating, Jake had been the one to lean toward keeping the relationship private. Since his last relationship and breakup had been so public, you understood why. He wanted to protect you from the immediate, overwhelming fame that would come with publicly dating him for as long as possible. You had already gained around ten thousand followers on instagram, just from people knowing you were friends with him and Johnnie. If you went public, the increase in attention would spike even more drastically. You had tried to comfort him by telling him you could handle it, you even thought it could be fun, but he was still nervous. He just really didn’t want to see you get hurt.

Obviously you respected his choice, you loved him and the only thing that mattered to you was being with him, publicly or not. But sometimes you wished it could be a “normal” relationship. Sure, social media’s fake and none of it matters, but when you see your friends posting with their partners, flaunting their love for each other, and know you can’t, you feel a spike of jealousy drive through your heart. He couldn’t even comment on your instagram posts like couples usually do. Commenting would cause speculation, and speculation would lead to people trying to find you two in public and post pictures or videos– and people were already speculating. Any time you were featured in one of his videos, hundreds of people would comment about the looks you had exchanged, or how you were flirting.

So now you had to be sneaky about when and where you hung out, and who was around. It was hard, you didn’t like having to hide your relationship from nearly everybody– aside from your closest friends– but you were both so in love you’d do whatever it took to be together. Jake had promised that one day he would go public with you, he just wasn’t sure when. You had told him time and time again that it doesn’t matter to you if you’re public, you just want him. He could see right through that lie, of course. He knew you too well.

This afternoon, Jake was in his car trying new candies from 7/11, as requested by his viewers in an instagram poll. You glanced up from your phone every couple of minutes to admire your boyfriend’s face through the screen. He was wearing pajamas, his hair was unkempt and he looked a little tired, but he still looked good. Then again, he always looked good in your eyes.

You smile at your laptop as he dramatically gags at whatever candy he was tasting, “Ewwww… ewwwwww!! What the fuck, bro?? Whoever suggested that is insane ‘cause that tasted like fuckin’ horse dick dude!!” You chuckle and roll your eyes, he was so immature. It was something you loved about him, that he knew how to bring out your more laid-back, extroverted side. He could make you laugh harder than anyone, and his goofy, immature sense of humor was the perfect balance to your dry, sarcastic humor.

He holds another candy up to the camera, it's some type of chocolate bar with gummy worms inside of it. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He doesn’t look too sure at first but after he chews a few more times his face lights up, “You know who would love this candy?” he asks, reading the chat replies for a couple seconds before continuing, “My girlfriend.”

Your heart rate jumps and you sit up, grabbing the laptop and pulling it onto your lap. He’s smiling at the camera, blushing slightly. The chat is going insane:

user1: OMFG WHAT??

user2: girlfriend??? im sorry i think i missed a chapter 😭😭

user3: I BET ITS Y/N OMG

user4: it’s DEF y/n… they’ve been hanging out SO MUCH recently🤭

user5: JAKE YOU AND Y/N WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER I HOPE ITS HER🥰

Jake picks up his phone and begins tapping, as your phone lights up with his name on the screen, and you pick up. “Hey babe,” he says, leaving the phone off speaker, so the viewers can’t hear your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” you respond, trying to sound as normal as possible, as if your heart isn’t about to leap out of your chest. You couldn’t believe he’d done it.

“I’m trying these 7/11 candies and I just tried this chocolate with gummy worms in it and I think you’d like it. You wanna try it?”

“Sure! I’m coming out right now, be there in a sec,” you say, practically twitching with excitement.

“‘Kay!” Jake says, and hangs up, as you throw yourself out of the pillow and blanket fort you’ve been laying in for the last hour, and start walking outside.

“She’s coming to try it guys,” you hear his voice echo from your laptop as you jog down the hallway.

You slide into the passenger side of Jake’s car, and he gazes at you longingly, giving you a soft smile. “I was just telling chat how my girlfriend would love this candy, and I knew I had to get you out here,” he says.

“Well I guess you’re lucky I was already at your house, huh,” you smile back at him, leaning your elbow against the center console and tilting your head towards his. He does the same and closes the gap between your faces in a quick kiss, before handing you the chocolate bar.

Before you can take a bite, Jake giggles, “Look, they’re freaking the fuck out.”

You pause to read the chat as well and there are so many comments that you can barely read anything. You manage to make out:

user6: I FUCKING KNEW IT

user7: ITS Y/N ITS Y/N WE WERE RIGHT ALL ALONG

user8: theyre so cute awwwwww

user9: i want what they have omg😭😭😭

You giggle with him, and say, “I think I’m freak-out worthy.”

“Oh you’re definitely freak-out worthy, y/n,” he says matter-of-factly.

You finally take a bite of the chocolate bar and chew. After swallowing, you lift the bar up to the camera, “Go buy this right fucking now.”

“You like it, babe?” Jake asks.

“I fucking love it!”

“I knew it!” Jake says proudly.

“You know me well,” you say through a big grin.

“I mean…I would hope so, at this point, y/n,” he teases.

You laugh and lick your lips, “Do I have chocolate on my face?”

He takes more than a few seconds to respond, clearly using this as an opportunity to admire every inch of your face, rather than search for melted chocolate. Finally, he says, “No you’re good. You look stunning as usual.”

“Shut up,” you blush, swatting at his bicep.

He grins and asks, “You wanna go wait inside for me? I’ll be in soon.”

“Yeah, sounds good! I’m gonna go watch your stream in your bed now,” you peck him on the mouth and he pulls away, giving you a confused look.

“You watch my streams?” he asks.

“Yeah? I never told you? I watch all your streams,” you smile, “I like seeing all the silly antics you get into.”

“Awww, that’s so cute,” he says, shaking his head and letting out a small laugh, “I don’t know how we’ve been together six months and you never told me you watch my streams.”

“I seriously thought I told you!” you laugh, and he motions with his finger for you to come closer. You lean in and he kisses you on the cheek, “You’re so sweet,” he smiles, satisfied with himself.

“You’re sweeter,” you reply as you step out of the car, “I’ll be upstairs!”

You walk back into the house, and head upstairs to Jake’s bedroom. After about ten more minutes of streaming Jake says goodbye, and you hear him walking upstairs to enter his bedroom. He leaps onto his bed and sits on your lap, leaning down to drop kisses wherever they land.

“It was so hard for me to keep that a secret all day!” he says between kisses.

“I had no idea!” you laugh, squeezing your eyes shut and smiling as he kisses all over your face and head. He lingers longer on your lips, before settling down next to you under the covers, pulling you in close.

“I couldn’t hide us any longer, y/n. I wanna be able to do couple shit without feeling guilty. And I know you can handle it, I never should’ve been worried. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

“Jake, I know you just wanted to protect me. And you didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, I get that. I hope you didn’t feel pressured to confirm anything just because you knew I wanted to.”

“No! That’s not it at all! Y/n… I love you so much… and I just wanted everyone to know. I was tired of hiding, and I knew you were too, so I decided to just do it. Fuck what everyone else thinks, right?” he asks.

“Fuck ‘em,” you smile– wrapping an arm around his waist– and lean in to kiss him again.

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first request and i think it's so cute! i hope you all like it :)

#sh4wty18 #jake webber fluff #jake webber x reader #jake x reader #jake webber fic #jake webber x you #jake webber #jake webber fanfiction #fluff #one shot #fluffy one shot #original one shot #original fiction #cute fanfic

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mesu-senshi · 29 days ago

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Title: “Be Still, My Giant Heart” part 1

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Pairing: Konig x Reader

Theme: Comedy, Romance, Fluff

Trope: Arranged Marriage

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König wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this situation.

It started with his mother calling him during a rare moment of peace. “Schatz,” she’d said with all the sweetness of a baker dusting sugar on fresh strudel, “it’s time you settled down.”

Fast forward a few weeks, and here he was, standing in his sparse quarters at the base, waiting for his soon-to-be-wife to arrive. A stranger. An arranged marriage. He had a knot in his stomach the size of a grenade.

When the door opened, König had to crouch, his towering figure casting a shadow over the entrance.

And there you were. Tiny, warm-eyed, and smiling up at him like he wasn’t a giant of a man capable of taking down an enemy in three moves. You didn’t flinch. Didn’t so much as blink. Instead, you stepped closer, craning your neck to meet his gaze.

“Hallo!” you chirped, your accent like music to his ears. “You must be König. I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

He blinked. Twice. Words jammed in his throat like a traffic pile-up. “Ja, h-hallo,” he managed, his voice a low rumble.

Your smile only grew brighter, which, he realized with a pang of terror, made his heart stutter.

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Living with you, he quickly learned, was like trying to balance on a knife’s edge. Not because you were difficult, but because he was terrified. Terrified of saying the wrong thing, of breaking something (you), of waking up to find you’d realized how mismatched the two of you were and decided to leave.

But you? You settled into his space like you belonged there. Your wavy hair swayed as you walked around the shared quarters, your hums filling the silence like the promise of spring. You left sticky notes on his fridge—“Have a good day!” and “Drink water, you giant mountain!”

And the affection. Oh, the affection. He’d never known anyone to touch him so casually. A pat on his arm as you passed. A playful poke to his side (he almost jumped out of his skin). The way your hand lingered on his forearm when you’d laugh at his dry humor.

“Do you like it?” you asked one evening, holding up a plate of schnitzel you’d made for dinner.

He nodded, taking a bite, his voice coming out quieter than he meant. “Sehr gut.”

“Gott sei Dank,” you teased, winking. “I was worried I’d have to bribe you with dessert.”

The flush started at his neck and climbed like a wildfire.

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The breaking point came two weeks in.

You’d decided to surprise him by baking something “just like your Mutter probably makes.” He walked in on you standing on your tiptoes, trying in vain to reach the top cabinet.

“Ach, here,” he said, his voice gentler than he thought possible, easily grabbing the jar you’d been reaching for.

You turned to him, wide-eyed and soft. “Thank you, König.”

And then you did something dangerous.

You stretched up and kissed his cheek.

He froze. His face felt like it had been doused in lava. The kiss was innocent, sweet, but it packed a punch that nearly knocked him over.

“Y-You don’t mind?” he stammered. “Me being here. This arrangement…”

“Mind?” you repeated, tilting your head like he’d asked if the sky was blue. “König, you’re amazing.”

He blinked down at you. “You… think so?”

Your laughter filled the room. “You’re a gentle giant. You’re sweet, thoughtful, and…” You paused, letting your eyes rake over him in a way that made him swallow hard. “...very, very attractive.”

If he wasn’t beet red before, he was now.

“Besides,” you added, reaching for his hand—tiny in his massive one—“I like being near you. You make me feel safe.”

Safe. The word echoed in his mind. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve you, but for the first time in weeks, his anxiety melted into something softer, warmer.

Maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wasn’t a mistake after all.

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Later that Night

König, lying stiff as a board in bed, replaying the moment you called him “attractive.”

You, snuggled into your pillow, dreaming sweetly of your gentle giant.

Neither of you realized how quickly the trial before marriage was turning into something real.

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lavenderauthor · 6 months ago

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Title: "Kidnapped" by A Teenager by LavenderAuthor, Incomplete (RIP Constantine's Sanity) (16.5k)

Rating: Teen

Fandom: Batman, Danny Phantom

Relationship: Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Danny Fenton & Frostbite

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple outing for the various members of the Wayne Family— legality notwithstanding —but then a simple message was sent in the group chat by Jason upon his disappearance's notice: "Going to Doctor's. Might be back by dinner"

Was it sudden? Yes, given he had come to the mall with them, but they tried not to worry. This was Jason, after all. The man probably had "crime lord" business to handle that allowed him an easy out of socializing.

It only became worrying when dinner went by and he was seen walking into a camera's blindside at the mall with a teen but not exiting the mall.

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icycoldninja · 5 months ago

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heya there :))) i was wondering if you could write something fluffy for Sephiroth? Like the soft pre-nibelheim version :3 I was thinking like an s/o that has a meet cute with him cause they also work at shinra? idk you dont have to either way have a good dayyy eeee ily

Yes, absolutely!

Meet cute (Sephiroth x Reader fluff)

You were nothing more than an ordinary Shinra intern, rushing through the halls, trying to deliver paperwork to all your superiors moments before it was due, mind racing with worries about what would happen if you were late, even by five minutes.

You had completed most of your errands by this point, all you had left to do was deliver some test results to that douchebag scientist Hojo whom you never liked, and you'd be home free. You were so focused on delivering these papers, you didn't watch where you were going and subsequently bumped right into a very tall man who was exiting the lab.

"Oh, damn it," You swore, immediately backing up. "I'm so, so, sorry sir, I wasn't watching where I was going, my apologies."

"It's not a problem," The man replied, smiling. You looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time, and nearly audibly gasped. Before you was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen in your life, with glittering Mako green eyes and lovely, long, shimmering silver hair. What you wouldn't give to be able to run your hands through that hair--God, was it beautiful.

This man, whoever he was, seemed to be equally as captivated with you as you were with him; his cat-like eyes never leaving yours. You could have gazed into each other's souls till the end of time, had that greaseball Hojo not decided to interrupt with an obnoxious series of giggles and a few short statements.

"Ah, Y/N, I see you've met Sephiroth, my prized SOLDIER. Do give me my papers now, thank you." Absently, you handed the sheets over, not caring whether they fell to the floor or not. Completely ignoring the scientist's presence, you and the man before you began walking down the hall together, seemingly unaware that you were still staring at each other.

"Oh, I, uh, never got your name," You prompted nervously.

"Sephiroth. My name is Sephiroth," Responded the angel. "And you?"

"Y/N. Do you...maybe...wanna...hang out later? After work?"

"I get off at 9."

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strawberriesoup · 3 months ago

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♡ daily routines

♡ puppy eyes

♡ wildflowers

♡ warm smiles

♡ ruffling hair

♡ nose kisses

♡ handwritten notes

♡ lullabies

♡ nicknames

♡ harmless shenanigans

♡ play fights

♡ sleeping with the fan on

♡ karaoke

♡ polaroids

♡ hidden glances

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bellamby · 9 months ago

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Screwloose is what we refer to as "quirky"

If you guessed "Decepticon Scientist!!!!" you'd be right!

Never seen without a smile, constantly dreaming up her next experiment, and cautiously choosing her next test subject. That's how she spends most of her time.

Her greatest success? Project Psyche. A prototype said to be able to hack into any Cybertronian system - namely, the minds of other Cybertronians, Autobot AND Decepticons alike.

(She's the main antagonist of Silver Sun's story)

#character art #oc #transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers oc #transformers fic #transformers prime #original character #writing #cute fanfic #fanart

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cyberfanzz · 9 months ago

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𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝗑 GN! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖲𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 �� 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅! 𝖨'𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾! 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀, "𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽," 𝖻𝗒 𝖬𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗄𝗂. 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒! ♥︎

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾, 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇-𝗍𝗈-𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺, 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺. 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺'𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁, 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌, "𝖸/𝖭 𝖫/𝖭, 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖸/𝖭 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖨 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖨 ��𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌," 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆, "𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺, 𝖨 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅. 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗎𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾. 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖳𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾," 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍.

𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗎𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖢𝗁𝗎𝗎𝗒𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 �� 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗄 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉,

"𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾, 𝖸/𝖭 𝖭𝖺𝗄𝖺𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺...?"

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iikkeee · 2 years ago

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Can you do a one shot where Ajax cheats on you with Enid and Wednesday comes to the rescue?

Cara Mia || w. addams

Wednesday x reader fluff!

Summary: When Wednesday see Ajax and Enid being suspicious she sets off to find out what they're hiding from you.

Warnings: Ajax and Enid being assholes, cheating, betrayal

A/n: I really hope you guys enjoy this one, sorry if its not that good, I'm currently sick and rotting in bed lmao, and i'm a little busy with school work and stuff. This was so hard for me to write because Enid and Ajax would never, anyways this is mostly in Wednesday's point of view so sorry if its a bit more challenging to read lol

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You laid casually across Wednesday's, a book residing gently in your hands. She sat quietly still, her hands occasionally moving to brush through your hair. You hummed quietly enjoying the peace around you, that was until a whole crowd of people rushed in sitting right beside you, on the libraries tables and seats. "Hey" Ajax said leaning close to you, "hi" you replied, propping up your elbows up on the table, he chuckled before giving you a kiss, which you accepted wholeheartedly. You laid the reminder of your legs on his lap "Your affection makes me sick" Wednesday said scoffing "In a good way I hope" You replied giggling. "Don't think so.." Enid replied looking over Wednesday's shoulder, a small glint in her eye. Wednesday rolled her eyes before letting out a small chuckle "Made you laugh!" You said getting up and punching her shoulder. "Wow you guys look like a couple more than Y/n and Ajax do" Xavier grinned "Woah calm down Wednesday, I only have one girlfriend. I can't have you stealing her" Ajax teased putting his hands in the air, you laughed leaning onto his shoulder. "Regardless, Y/n and Ajax do make a good couple" Xavier stated. "I agree" Wednesday replied giving you and the boy beside you a small smile. "Yeah...haha" Enid chuckled awkwardly, her hands fidgeting as she tried to focus on the small book in front of her. You brushed off her behavior and went back to joking around, enjoying you free period.

Little did you know that one of your best friends and your boyfriend whom you trusted with everything were having a relationship right behind your back. Wednesday shifted her eye between the beanie wearing boy and the bright blonde haired girl, she narrowed them as she noticed their sly looks at each other. Enid was never a good liar, she wore her heart on her sleeve and you could easily get something out of her if you just asked, she was an open book, just like the one residing on her lap that she surely had not payed attention to with the boy in the room. She scoffed silently to herself, she knew something was up, she just had to find out what it was. Noticing the disgusted look on Wednesday you whispered to her "Hey, what's wrong?" "its nothing" she replied squeezing your hand.

Soon the bell rang and you looked at the clock on your phone "Well look like we have to go" you said jumping off the table and taking Ajax's hand, pulling him with you "Bye guys" Ajax said waving them off as he made his way to the door, you pushed him back and waved to the others "Remember if you hurt her, i'll hurt you back" Wednesday said waving with a straight face "I'll remember that" Ajax said winking to her "Bye guys" Enid giggled as she hit Wednesday in the side. You laughed before skipping outside of the door with Ajax. "Wednesday you can't say things like that" Enid said sighing "Whatever" Wednesday replied as she jumped off the table and walked to the door "where are you going?" Enid asked curiously her head tilted. "None of your business" The black haired girl replied as she walked outside, her cold demeanor made Enid shiver. Wednesday couldn't fathom talking to the other girl if she didn't know what was going on between her and Ajax.

When school was over, Wednesday made her way to her shared dorm, slacked her bag onto the floor next to her desk. She took out her type writer and put her paper in planning to use her writing time wisely. She couldn't type as she thought more and more about Enid's suspicious behavior towards Ajax. As she typed the only words that went on the page were the horrible things she would do to the bubbly girl and relaxed boy if they were to hurt you in any capacity. She would die for you and if they wouldn't...then they didn't deserve you. She sighed as she looked at the mess she had made with her paper reaching to the floor, each page filled with gory details, she picked them up harshly and crumbled them as she threw it into the small black trashcan next to her. When she did so Enid entered the room, she hummed as she looked through an envelope. She plopped on her bed, her leg's swinging in the air as she giggled at the contents. Wednesdays eyes shifted as she glance at the letter, she was only able to see some of it from where she was sitting, it was in a heart shape.

"oh hey Wednesday, I didn't even notice you were there" Enid said turning her head to look at the gloomy girl, she nodded in response. Who was the letter from? Wednesday had never heard Enid talk about a boy other than Ajax romantically. But once you and him got together, Enid didn't speak about him in that way. It was strange, Wednesday cleared her throat and continued to write. She took small peaks at the colorful girl. "Should I wear pink or rainbow today?" Enid asked pointing to her eyelids "Why does it matter?" Wednesday muttered "No reason, just want to look good" She replied. Enid changed into a pretty skirt and shirt, her face plastered with colorful makeup, her hair curled, and her claws colored a bright pink. She hummed as she twirled in the mirror before reaching for the handle, her hands moving to her phone to send a a text. "Well I'm off" She muttered, as she waved at the black haired girl, her eyes never moving from her phone. "Where to?" She asked her curiously "No where important" Enid replied her face turning pale.

You laid in your bed cuddling your boyfriend as you both watched a movie. Ajax held you close to him, his body heat keeping you warm "This is nice" He muttered giving you a kiss on the forehead "Yeah" you replied giving him a small peck. Suddenly you heard a phone notification, you opened your phone to find that it wasn't it yours, you looked curiously to your boyfriend as he grabbed his, turning his back away from you her opened his phone. "Oh shit, I gotta go" Ajax said propping himself up on your bed "What happened?" You asked getting up worriedly "Something with Xavier" Ajax sighed as he got up from the bed, putting his shoes on "I should come too then" You replied already placing your shoes on as well. "No it's fine you stay here, love you" He said giving you a quick peak before rushing out of the room ''love you too..." You muttered as he was already out of the door.

For a while things like that were happening, recently more often than not. Whenever you and Ajax were together he would suddenly have to go, whether it was his family, Xavier, or who knows whom he always asked you to stay and just left. You hugged yourself on your bed and paused the movie you were watching, what was going on? You trusted Ajax with your whole heart but what was going on...?

Wednesday locked the door before rushing to Enid's side of the room, quickly rummaging through her drawers as she tried to find the envelope, she scoffed as she touched tried not to the touch the colorful thing she had, Thing snuck onto her shoulder quietly motioning her to stop "What thing?" Wednesday scoffed "Somethings up with her and I have to find out what it is" She replied, the hand retaliated and helped her, as he rummaged through drawers too. He quickly tapped Wednesday on the shoulder showing her the heart shaped envelop, "gross..." She mumbled before following the hand towards the bottom drawer, she opened it to find more of them, some just simple pieces of paper and other envelops, she rummaged through them, there had to be hundreds of them. She opened the one that Enid was reading just before and out slipped a picture of Ajax and Enid together, they were sitting next to each other on a bench. Ajax had his arm wrapped around the girl as he kissed her cheek, Wednesdays eyebrows furrowed as she looked to read the note.

"Meet me at 8 <3" was all it read "No way...he cheating on Y/n with Enid...." She said, she was furious...how could anyone do such a thing to you. You were perfect. Nobody should ever do anything to hurt you, Wednesday thought as she crumbled the paper in her hand. Thing ran around expressing what felt like horror as he stepped on the other notes. "Come on thing, we have to tell Y/n" She sighed getting up, Thing hopped on her shoulder and she took the photo she found with her. She had remembered that bench, it was hidden from the public, near the back of the school. Most people didn't know where it was and teachers never bothered to check it, if they were meeting up it was bound to be there.

She tiptoed around before heading to where the bench was, she peeked from behind a pole making she she wasn't visible to whoever was there. There stood Enid who paced around, she hurriedly looked down at her phone, seemly just checking the time. Wednesday's eyes narrowed as she looked at the colorful haired girl. "Sorry i'm late" she heard a familiar voice say, she leaned her head in a little closer to see Ajax standing there, Enid's hands in his. "Why were you?" Enid said pouting "I had to get away from Y/n" He said rolling his eyes "When are you going to leave her" Enid scoffed as she let go of his hand and sat on the bench "Soon." He sighed as he made his way next to her, his arm reaching around her back as he snuggled her closer. "Good, you know I love you more then she does" Enid said caressing his cheek "I know, that why I love you more" Ajax chuckled, as he leaned in closer to her, their lips met and they kissed each other hungrily as if this was their last day.

Wednesday couldn't bear to watch as she quickly walked away into the school dorms, she slumped to the ground breathing heavily, she could not believe she had just witnessed such a scene. Thing ran around in fright, he couldn't believe his best friend Enid could do such a horrid thing. "Y/n..." Wednesday managed to say as she got up and walked to your dorm, knocking on it frantically. "Woah what is it?" You asked opening it to reveal the black haired girl, she breathed heavily and slumped into your arms, you held her tightly but she let go of you quickly, standing straight "Ajax, he's cheating on you" Was all she said and your world shattered in seconds "what...no.. he would never do that" you said as you felt tears streaming down you face, please let it be a dream, please was all you thought as you quivered. Wednesday pulled you into a tight hug, she pulled you towards your bed and sat down, taking you with her. You sobbed into her chest and she held you close, her fingers combing through your hair as you let your emotions come through.

You loved him so much, how could he ever do a thing, and it was worse....he did it with one of your best friends, One that you trusted with all your secrets and loved with all your heart, how could they both do something to hurt you. You sniffled as your sadness turned to anger "Where are they?" You growled "Y/n..." Wednesday sighed sympathetically "please." You said squeezing her hand. She shock her head before taking your hand and leading you outside. She let you go first and you looked around before your eyes landed on the two on the bench. They made out as their limbs mixed together, you huffed as you felt yourself become more angry.

"What the fuck?" You yelled as you made your way in front of them Wednesday and thing trailing behind you, they quickly shot up from the bench "No no no... babe this isn't what it looks like" Ajax pleaded his hand going to hold yours "Don't fucking touch me ever again" you yelled quickly slapping his hand away "Please baby..." He said trying again, Wednesday grabbed his hand squeezing it tigthly at his wrist, he winced at the pain, she could almost break it. "Y/n..." Enid plead "Don't even get me started on you, you knew we were dating. Why would you do this to me. I thought we were friends" You said tears coming out of your eyes. Enid looked to the ground, your words hurt her deeply inside "It was a one time thing, I was going to end it" Ajax said shaking his hand away from Wednesday while holding it to stop the pain. "One time thing?" Enid scoffed suddenly mad at the man standing beside her "It happened more than once, he was going to break up with you, not me" Enid said suddenly becoming truthful to you. Your eyes shifted between them, you could never forgive them for what had happened "It doesn't matter who started it or who was going to break up with who" Wednesday shouted her arms coming to support you as you cried.

"Listen Y/n, I know what i did was horrible and I don't want you to forgive me...just know that me and him are over now" Enid said rolling her eyes before stomping away "Wait Enid..." Ajax said quickly trying to follow her, forgetting that you were standing right there. You sobbed as you thought about how much he cared for her more than you "Go Ajax." Wednesday said blankly. "Its clear you like her more than Y/n" She scoffed "We're done Ajax, don't ever talk to me again" You shouted. Wednesday quickly took you inside to your dorm room. Thank god you didn't have a roommate, who would have to deal with your crying. You sobbed as she tucked you into your bed, she gave you a sympathetic smile as she leaned against your bed, she crouched down. "Please don't leave me alone" You whispered to her, pulling her onto your bed. "Okay..." was all she said before she slipped into the sheets and held you close to her. You relaxed into her arms as you resided on her chest, it was soothing hearing her heart beat.

You both laid there, you thought of how just hours prior you were sitting in the same bed expect with Ajax. But this time it felt right, something about Wednesday's aura made you feel relaxed and calm, you felt like you would safe if you just stayed in her arms. You looked at her to she her eyes closed, she looked so cute, you assumed she probably had dozed off. Her chest was steady as she held you close, you nuzzled more into her as you propped yourself up so that you were staring at her. You moved your hand to her cheek, gently tracing her soft features, you finger stopped at her lip. You didn't know what it was but you felt an attraction her, more than ever. You looked at her lips before leaning in and giving them a small peak, her eye shot open and your were about to pull away before she held you close to her and moved her lips gently across yours. You held each other for a while, you lips matched at the same pace, it were as if they were made for each other. You had never felt this way with anyone else.

You both pulled away, as your stared into each other eyes. You breathed heavily she held your face in her hands. "Cara mia..." She whispered "Mon cher..." you replied back with a small smile, she smiled before pulling you back into a kiss. This felt right, and you knew you would be much more happier with Wednesday. You knew she would never betray you like Ajax and Enid did. She told you everything, even if it caused you pain.

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latin5mamii · 2 months ago

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worth remembering

genre: judebellingham x you

summary: one of your dates where he remembers everything about you..

author's note: unexpected but i posted! Finally, you deserve it!Also England games just finished and i'm happy for our baby boy (player of the match!)🥹

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You loved that place. From the moment you stepped in, it felt like home. The warm light reflected off the wood, the glasses, and every corner of the room, wrapping everything in a golden glow. The wooden floor creaked softly underfoot, giving the space a lived-in charm. It was the kind of spot you’d miss if you didn’t know to look for it. But Jude knew. He remembered, and not only that, he brought your favorite flowers too.

He held the door open for you as the faint sounds of saxophone and piano spilled into the crisp evening air. “After you,” he said, his smile soft but sure.

You stepped inside, greeted by the warm hum of conversation and the low murmur of jazz wrapping itself around the room. The place smelled faintly of wood and something rich, like spiced wine, and you couldn’t help but smile. It was perfect.

Jude glanced down at you as you both weaved through the intimate crowd toward your table. “You like it?” he asked, his voice low, just for you.

You nodded, already feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. “It’s perfect, thank you"

He grinned, his hand brushing yours for just a moment before he pulled out your chair. It was such a small thing, but the simple gesture sent a flutter through your chest. Jude was always like this—thoughtful in ways that made you feel seen, cared for.

"Thank you for what?"he teased, leaning closer across the small table.

You laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s hard not to. This is exactly my kind of place, and my favorite flowers.”

“I know,” he said, his tone easy, confident. “You told me that on our second date. Remember?”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You did remember mentioning it, vaguely, during a conversation over coffee and pastries. “You remembered that?”

“‘Course I did.” He shrugged, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “You said you loved jazz because it felt like music you could live inside . Thought it might be nice to bring you somewhere you could feel that.Then, you're worth remembering"

Your chest tightened at his words, the sweetness of them catching you off guard. You glanced away, feeling suddenly shy under the weight of his gaze. “You’re too good to me,” you murmured.

He chuckled, low and warm. “Not possible.”

You talked about everything and nothing—your days, little inside jokes, and even the time you tried to play jazz piano as a kid and failed miserably.

“You? Bad at something? Hard to believe,” Jude teased, his grin teasing.

“Oh, I was awful,” you admitted, laughing. “The teacher begged me to pick a different instrument. Or maybe just stick to listening.”

“Well, good thing you did,” he said, gesturing around the room. “Wouldn’t want you up there. I’m not sure I could sit through it.”

You swatted at his arm playfully, laughing despite yourself. “You’re mean!”

“Only a little,” he countered, his laughter echoing yours.

The waiter approached and asked if you were ready to order, but Jude politely requested a couple of minutes to decide on a drink. Your attention lingered not only on his words, but also on the way he spoke, the gestures of his hands, and the flowers he had brought for the evening.

The waiter then excused himself, promising to return in a couple of minutes. The moment he was gone, Jude shifted in his seat, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked at you across the small, candle-lit table.

“Do we really need two minutes to figure out what to drink?” you asked, your voice light and teasing, though there was a nervous flutter in your chest at the way he was watching you.

“Absolutely,” Jude replied, his smile deepening. “Choosing a drink is an important decision. It has to set the tone for the night.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in a little closer, his voice soft and inviting. “It’s about more than just taste. It’s about what feels right in the moment. The kind of drink that matches the mood, the place... and the company.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the way he said the last part, but you tried to play it cool, shifting in your seat and taking a small sip of your wine. “Well, I’d say I’m pretty easy to please. A glass of wine is good enough for me.”

“Wine, huh?” Jude mused, his eyes darkening with something unreadable. “I can see that. You strike me as someone who enjoys something a little... classic. Elegant.”

You felt a little shiver run through you at the compliment, the way his gaze held yours as though he saw something deeper, something more. You smiled softly, trying to ignore the way your heart picked up its pace.

“I like things that feel comfortable,” you said, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable than before. “Things that feel like they’ve been around long enough to be familiar.”

Jude’s smile softened, and he gave a small nod. “I get that,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving yours.

You shyly giggled, feeling your heart race from his gaze, a flutter of warmth spreading through you. His eyes never left yours, and the way he looked at you made everything feel just a little more intimate than it had been before.

"Do I make you laugh?" Jude asked, his voice soft but teasing. "You're cute when you do that."

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked down at your glass, trying to hide your smile. “I—guess I can’t help it,” you mumbled, glancing back up at him. “You’re just... funny.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin. "Am I? Or are you just saying that because you’re trying to hide that smile?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head a little. "Maybe both," you admitted, still feeling a little flustered under his gaze.

Jude’s smile softened, and he leaned forward again, his eyes full of warmth. “I like it,” he said, his voice quieter now, like it was just for you.

"Just so you know" he stopped for a moment "You owe me another date"

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eyes. “Oh? And why is that?”

Jude leaned back slightly, folding his arms with a mischievous smile. “Well, for one, I’ve brought you to your favorite spot, remembered your favorite flowers, and made you laugh all night. I’d say that definitely qualifies for at least another date.”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your lips tugging into a soft smile. “How can I say no?”

"You can't" He chuckled, then continued "Won't let you"

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graveyard-stray · 10 months ago

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Bedtime Story | Obi-Wan Kenobi x GN Reader

Synopsis: Obi-Wan tells the younglings the story of a courageous Jedi Knight who has saved him in battle quite a few times.

Includes: fluff!, battle, VERY small cameo from my own personal Star Wars OC, Sassy reader, Rex is a little shit but we love him, ONE use of Y/N, Clone Wars & ROTS era Obi-Wan, italics are flashback!

Not proofread

Word count: 2.4K

The door to the younglings common area closed with a thud as Obi-Wan entered the room, a soft smile on his lips as he brought the young Jedi back from their afternoon training session.

Obi-Wan wasn’t usually tasked with teaching the younglings but Yoda was a bit busy so he took up the responsibility without complaint. As they returned to the main area he was about ready to send them off to their quarters to turn in for the night. “Okay young ones, it’s time to head off to bed for the evening. I’ll see you all in the morning.” He said with a smile.

As he turned to leave the room he felt a small tug on the bottom of his robes. He tilted his head down to see one of the younger children tugging on the bottom softly in order to get his attention. “Master Kenobi…can you tell us a story?” Mumbled the small voice.

He chuckled a bit, “a story? About what exactly?” He asked, squinting down to get on the child’s level. “One of your awesome adventures!” Another kid chimed, this one on the older side.

Obi-Wan thought for a moment before it finally hit him, “oh I’ve got the perfect story for you all” he decides before moving to sit in a comfortable seat on the far end of the room. All the younglings quickly scurry to gather around him, sat all over the floor smiling and visibly excited for a tale.

“This is the story of one of the bravest Jedi knights I know. They have saved me more times than I’d like to admit!” He explains, leaning forward to further engage and interest the kids. “One of the bravest things they have done was at the very start of the war.” he starts. “We were in a fierce battle on the planet Felicia, a beautiful colorful planet that at this time was crawling with droids! And we were surrounded!” he began to tell the story to the beaming younglings

The battlefield is loud, Obi-Wan and You are surrounded by at least 100 B1 battle droids with seemingly no way out.

Obi-Wan backed up till he felt himself bump into you. His head turns but his body stays in a battle ready stance. “Seems like we are in a bit of a situation here.” Obi-Wan pointed out. You rolled your eyes at him, also in a ready stance. “Oh you don’t say!” Your tone is very clearly sarcastic and you lean against his back for support, your tired and struggling to catch your breathe.

“Sorry dear, just trying to lighten the mood.” he apologizes briefly. “So, you got any plans?” You roll your eyes again at this. “Do I have any plans? I thought you were the genius council member. Your lucky your pretty” you joked, agreeing that maybe a joke to calm you both wasn’t horrible in this situation, it always benefited you to stay calm.

He let out a low chuckle, “alright alright, we could always just charge and see what happens” he suggests. You shrug at this, “I mean we could but we are a bit outnumber” you point out. “Ya know we could-“ you started

You hear a voice that breaks you both from this side conversation and interrupts you, “why are you just standing there! Drop your weapons!” One of the droids yell. This turns Obi-Wans head sharply towards the source of the voice. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s rude to interrupt people!” he said with a shocked tone before quickly charging towards the group of droids and attacking them.

You rub a hand over your face in defeat, “charge it is then.” You say to yourself before taking on the droids that you had been facing.

The two of you were doing a very decent job holding your own in this battle. Obi-Wan had always been very skilled with his lightsaber and general martial arts, his fighting always reminded you of a dance and this was something you admired about him. You on the other hand were also good with your saber but were a bit less elegant and focused more on the force. A talented force wielder you managed to rip plenty of droid heads off their bodies in quite a short amount of time.

Just as the two of you thought you were in the clear and safe from the droid attack, another wave hit. At Least two hundred more droids came at you from all angles and once again the two of you found yourselves surrounded.

“This is your last chance. Surrender or be exterminated.” one of the droids said, in their usual robotic tone. Obi-Wan turned to you, “I’m not sure we have another option.” He confessed. But you wouldn't give up so easily. You frantically looked around the area for anything that could possibly help you in this situation, and that’s when you spotted it. There was a ledge near by, it was high up but if the two of you could just make it up there you would be able to get away with ease.

You grabbed onto Obi-Wans arm. “Aww you know I don’t mind you holding on to me love, but there is no need to be frightened.” He attempted to comfort. “Dont flatter yourself Kenobi. I’m getting us out of this mess.” You said before tightening your grip on him and using the force to jump the both of you high into the air. Obi-Wan let out quite the yell at the surprised and you would feel bad if it wasn’t for the fact he screamed like a girl and it was quite funny.

As you managed to land on the ledge you both tumbled to the ground from the momentum and the fact that your not used to force jumping with another person. “God you know I hate flying.” He grumbled as he got himself off the ground. “Yeah, ya know a simple thanks for saving my life would’ve worked too.” You scolded. He chuckled and planted a kiss on your temple, “Yes yes, thank you for saving me.”

the two of you looked down at the swarm of droids below who were no frantically searching for you. “We should probably get going.” You figured. He nodded and hummed in agreeance.

Thankfully a rescue ship had already been dispatched and took little time finding the two of you stranded out on the planet. It landed nearby and you ran over just excited to get home and into your beds.

“Welcome back Master Kenobi and Commander [Y/N] .” Said Rex as the two of you boarded the ship. “Ah Captain Rex, never thought I’d be so happy to see your face!” You said with a grin as you took a seat in the common area of the ship. “When I heard the two of you were in some trouble I knew I had to come down and see the sight for myself!” He explained. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “of course, truly insistent on our failure aren’t you.”

“Only when I’m bored” Rex responded with a chuckle. He leaned back in his seat as another one of the clones came in from the cockpit, “We are going to liftoff now sir. Are we heading back to Coruscant?” He asked Rex, who just nodded. “Alright, enjoy the flight” the soldier nodded before turning on his heel and heading back to the cockpit.

You all sat in silence for a moment before Obi-Wan asked, “How exactly did you hear about us being trouble anyway?” Rex smiled, “Anakin. Him and that girl he always hangs around were headed to come find you but I insisted they let me come instead. Told them they have much better things to do then clean up after their old masters!” He smiled. You nodded, “Ah of course, those two always can be found together. Well I guess I’m grateful for it in this instance since you saved our asses!”

Obi-Wan quirked a brow at this. “He saved our asses? Far from it, it was you who save us!” he said with almost shocked expression. “They saw we were surrounded and launched us into the air and onto that ledge you found us on. Without them we would’ve been toast!” He exclaimed.

“Oh I mean it wasn’t really that impressive I just got us out of the way is all.” You said humbly, propping your legs up on a footrest. Obi-Wan interjected, “and humble too, truly the finest Jedi you’ll ever find!” He praised. Rex laughed out loud and the two of you looked at his confused.

“God no wonder your padawans are so obsessed with each other, look at how the two of you act with one another! Like an old married couple!” He insisted. You both got a bit red in the face because, you basically were an old married couple. Of course you weren’t actually married but you might as well be. Rex didn’t know this, I mean how could he, but the fact he noticed something at all between the two of you definitely had you a bit anxious.

Obi-Wan shook his head, “No we are not, that’s ridiculous. I am simply thankful that they saved my life that’s all.” He insisted. “Anakin and Kaya are simply the way they are because they are both very strange creatures.” He elaborated. Rex laughed again, “well I can’t disagree with you there! Anyway, we should have a bit of time till we land so I suggest the two of you take some time to rest up, I trust you’ll have some meetings to attend to when we arrive home.” Rex advised. You agreed but Obi-Wan just sighed. His hatred for anything business related sometimes would out way his love of being a Jedi.

“And that, young children, is the end!” Obi-Wan announced as he leaned back in his chair. He was expecting to be met with claps or excitement but instead he was met with booing and complaints. “We want more!” “What happened to the Jedi knight?” “Who are they!?” were all yelled almost ontop of each other from the crowd of younglings. He was a bit taken aback by the reaction.

He threw up his hands defensively, “woah woah slow down one at a time kids!” He tried to calm the situation of the rowdy children. “Okay, said Jedi knight is fine! They are still a knight and went on to do a lot more good during the war and they still do good to this day. Nothing else to be said!” He answered definitely.

Another groan could be heard, “what was their name!” Asked one of the older kids. “None of your business.” Answered Obi-Wan. “But I wanna know! Please master Kenobi!” The child begged.

Obi-Wan just shook his head, “you must learn patience and to not dwell on such trivial things.” He insisted- which was really just his own clever way of avoiding the question. For some reason he felt like it would be obvious his feelings for you if he mentioned that it was you he spoke of, and he feared the kids mentioning his stories about you to you when they saw you. But much to his dismay….

“Ehem.” A voice cleared sounded as someone cleared their throat. All the children’s heads turned quickly to the source of the sound which came from the door to the room. Leaned against the doorway was the same Jedi Obi-Wan was oh so familiar with. “You telling stories about me in here Kenobi?” your voice echoed in the large room.

The children looked from you back to Obi-Wan and began giggling almost knowingly. He got flustered, “oh uh well the kids wanted to hear a story from my adventures so I figured…ya know we’ve been on a lot together so it was really inevitable and. How long have you been standing there..?” He asked.

You chuckled at his embarrassment, “pretty much the whole time. I appreciate the tales of my heroism though but you left out all the times you’ve saved me.” You noted. Obi-Wan turned back to the children, “see kids, as humble as ever!” Which caused the kids to laugh some more.

“Anyway it’s time for you all to be off to bed isnt it. Go on now! You’ve got training with master yoda bright and early tomorrow.” He said, crossing his arms and motioning with his head to the younglings private quarters.

They all groaned but shuffled away to their rooms, a few “good nights” could be heard from the exiting crowd. As the door to the private area slid shut, Obi-Wan felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face you and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Gosh those children truly drive me wild sometimes.” He comments and you nod in agreeance. “Yeah well don’t all children.” You added which made him laugh.

“Didn’t realize you liked me saving you so much Kenobi” You teased, leaving a peck on his cheek. He brings his head away from your shoulder to look at you and you can see his cheeks go a bit pink again, “what can I say, after saving so many others it’s nice to be the damsel in distress every now and again.” he defends. “Yeah well if you ever need saving. You know I’ll be there.” You promise, putting your hand in his hair as he rests his head against you once more.

“My knight in shining armor” he mumbled as you two stood there alone for a moment, relishing in the peaceful times like this you got to share oh so rarely. “Well I think it’s time we get off to bed aswell.” You added, noting how physically tired he seemed after the long day you knew he had.

He stood up fully, “yeah your probably right, like always.” he agreed as he took your hand in his. “I’m just glad we convinced them to let us share a room, or all these sleepovers would look very suspicious.” He laughed. “Oh yeah- definitely!” You agreed.

The two of you walked hand in hand, the hallways luckily being pretty empty at this hour, till you made it to your living quarters. You both changed into some comfier clothes and slipped under the covers, more than ready to get a good night’s sleep.

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hopelesslyromanticgay · 2 years ago

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An Americano, Please? Part 2

Word Count: 757 A/N: italicized text within quotation marks means that the person speaking is using Romanian instead of English

Y/N's POV:

I haven't seen Jenna for five days, so she was probably just a tourist. It's not uncommon for a tourist to pop by the shop asking for a coffee but not being able to speak Romanian, so I have no idea why I'm so sad that she's not coming back.

I thought the idea of a "hallway crush," (someone you've interacted with once or twice for a short or professional amount of time, but are attracted to nonetheless), only lasted through high school. I guess I was wrong.

Friday morning, the shop is quiet because of how early it is. I shovel some coffee beans into the grinder. Despite the annoyingly loud noise it makes, I find it an oddly satisfying process.

I yawn, getting out of bed at four thirty for a five AM shift is nobody's idea of a good start to a day.

Once the coffee's all ground up, I put some in the drip coffee brewer and the rest next to the espresso machine.

In the back, I can smell my coworkers taking today's baked goods out of the oven.

"Hey, L/N, want a cinnamon bun? It's a little 'burnt', so we can't sell it," my coworker and friend Nessa asks. Every Friday is the same, Nessa and I are two of the only people around the shop this early, so we'll sneak a pastry and say it was burnt if anyone asks.

"Sure, Thanks!" I reply, taking the warm pastry from her. Taking a bite, a smile creeps across my face, "did you guys change the recipe? This is even better than last week's!"

"Yeah, boss asked if we could add a few more spices to the dough," she explains, "I'm a pretty big fan of the new recipe if I do say so myself."

It's not long before the cafe starts to smell like cinnamon and coffee, a perfectly inviting scent in the gloomy fall weather.

Five twenty and it's time to open up the shop. Of course, no one actually arrives until six, usually. Nevertheless the owner says being open early is best for business.

As I wait for the first customers to arrive, I zone out. There's not much to do except for sitting alone with my thoughts.

I'm so lost in thought that I'm thoroughly shocked when I hear the bell on the door ring, indicating that someone has entered the shop. I look up to see who it is. Then it dawns on me. She's a little paler than last time, but it's still her.

"Jenna?" I ask incredulously, I thought for sure she was gone.

"You remember me?" she raises an eyebrow.

"I remember most people who can't speak Romanian," I lie.

"Sure," she giggles.

"What can I get for ya today?" I ask.

"You know, I think I'll take your joke from the other day seriously," she replies with a faint smirk, "I'll have an Americano with oat milk please."

"Alright, an Americano for the American," I laugh, mixing the drink, "so, what brings you to Romania?"

"Could you please repeat that?" she asks, "sorry, I've been having trouble focusing lately."

"Well, you're clearly not a tourist, because most tourists don't stick around for more than three days. So I'm just wondering, what brings you to Romania?" I repeat.

"Oh, uh, I'm filming a TV show," she explains.

"You act?" I ask. I don't know why I'm surprised. She certainly has the looks and charisma for Hollywood.

"Yeah," she smiles, "this is definitely one of the bigger things I've done though."

"Congrats on that! What are you filming? Are you allowed to tell people?"

"It's a show about the Addams family," she tells me.

"Oh I love that franchise!" I exclaim, "Are you playing one of the family members?"

"Yeah, I'm Wednesday, which is both exciting and nerve wracking."

Okay, so I'm literally talking to a celebrity.

"Woah... That- that sounds like an awesome job," I smile, "good for you. So you'll be in the area for a while?"

"What's it to you?" she smirks flirtatiously, "you wanna take me out on a date or something?" I feel a blush start to creep it's way to my cheeks.

"That depends, you gonna be in town for a while?"

"At least six more months."

"In that case, how about I show you around town sometime?"

"I'd like that," she smiles. As much as I would love to keep up this banter, there's too many people in the store now.

I hand her the receipt, my number neatly scribbled down on the blank side, "reach out when you're available," I wink.

She heads out and I watch as she leaves.

On with the day. Only four hours left of this shift.

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thedreamwraptwriter · 1 year ago

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Companions Don't Take Sick Days!

Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1046

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

A soft humming awoke me from my deep sleep – the comforting sound of the Tardis was a daily occurrence for me now and I couldn’t help but want to snuggle back into bed. The past few days had been hectic; the Doctor had whisked me all around the universe, bouncing between times, and saving worlds. I loved being by his side but sometimes it felt as though he had endless amounts of energy and I, being human, felt as though I’d missed out on a few (hundred) cups of caffeine with the way I was feeling.

“Ergh,” I grumbled aloud, pushing myself groggily out of the warm comforter. The room I stayed in was lit by a soft, warm glow, pulsing along the walls. Squinting, I stumbled toward the door, eyes still adjusting to the lack of light around me. With a push, I opened the door of my room and poked my head out into the main control area. The Doctor was sitting by the console, staring intensely at it with a furrowed brow. His eyes darted back and forth, as though reading something at high speed, and I noticed his leg bouncing with energy. Whatever was making him look like that I wasn’t ready to face and quickly began to withdraw back into my ro-

“Y/N!”

I groaned. Caught.

“Yes Doctor?” I said, voice scratchier than I expected.

He came bounding over to me, trench coat swishing behind him like a majestic bat.

“Dear me, you look terrible,” he said, gently grabbing my face with his hands and looking me over. “You feeling alright?”

I batted his hands away, embarrassed. “We’ve been going nonstop, I think I’m allowed to look a little worse for wear,” I shot back, crossing my arms. “Besides, I’m up now. What’s on the roster for today?”

The Doctor looked at me sternly, his brown eyes drilling into my soul. I hated it when he looked at me like this – it felt as though he could read my mind.

“I can,” he said cheekily, and I felt my entire body heat. “Just kidding – I think I the psychic link bracelets effects are finally wearing off.”

He raised his arm up and jingled the small silver bracelet on his wrist. I groaned, feeling the matching bracelet heavy on my arm. I’d forgotten about those. Alien tech really was something. They’d proven useful in our last adventure, but I was so tired I’d forgotten to remove mine. I hurriedly pulled mine off just in case it broadcasted anything else out to him.

“However, I do not need one of those to see that you are obviously looking really terrible,” said the Doctor, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go back and lay down?”

I shook his hand off my shoulder, ignoring the pulsing in the back of my head. “Now Doctor, I don’t think that will be necessary. I saw you looking – peeved, at the console so why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

The Doctor crossed his arms, looked over his shoulder at the control room, and back at me.

“No.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what?”

He sighed. “You are not doing anything today. You are taking a sick day.”

“Companions don’t take sick days!” I exclaimed. “This is ridiculous. I’m not even sick.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. Whipping out his sonic screwdriver, he rapidly scanned me.

“Elevated temperature, increased mucous secretions, and a high white blood cell count. Pardon me, Y/N, but I think that would indicate that you are, in fact, ill,” he said, smiling triumphantly. “I’m putting you back to bed.”

Before I could argue, the Doctor scooped me up his arms and strode back into my room. My heart rate spiked and the dizziness I was feeling earlier increased tenfold. What a cunning man.

“That’s better, isn’t it,” the Doctor said cheerfully as he fluffed my pillows and tucked me tightly into bed. “The color is coming back to your cheeks already.”

I turned away from him – the flush in my cheeks was due to something else.

“I suppose,” I mumbled. “But Doctor, what if you need help?”

The Doctor grinned. “I do have other friends in the Universe, you know. Lots of people owe me a favor or two. Though, I have to admit, you are my favorite.”

He winked at me. “Now then, what else can I do to help you feel better? Ah yes.”

With a flurry, he ran out of my room. I heard dishes clanging, the Tardis beeping, and some other odd noises echoing about before he came striding back in, balancing a tray of food in one hand and a cold compress in the other.

“There we are,” he said, carefully placing the tray on my lap and laying the cold compress on my forehead. As much as I wanted to hate his fussing, I found it to be extremely charming (and the cold compress felt quite nice).

I stared at the tray of soup and bread with some confusion. “You were only gone for a few minutes; where did you get this? I know you can’t cook.”

The Doctor chuckled. “I did a quick stop by your hometown – I know what you like! Give me some credit, Y/N.”

I smiled. The Doctor was incredibly thoughtful and he listened more than I thought he did. “I’m being spoiled today, it seems,” I said.

He grinned. “Right then - open up now, Y/N!” he said, picking up some soup and holding the spoon towards me expectantly.

Immediately, my entire body burned with embarrassment. “W-wait a second I can feed myself!”

I went to grab the spoon, but the Doctor smoothly grabbed my wrist and laid it back down on the sheets. His warm hand enveloped mine and it felt as though time and space stood still.

“Y/N, please let me take care of you,” he said softly. I looked into his soft brown eyes, my pulse fluttering. We were so close we could have-

“Yes, sorry,” I murmured, tearing my eyes away from his and allowed the Doctor to care for me. He was so gentle, his touch left fire on my skin, but I did my best to ignore it. He was the loneliest man in the universe, and he wanted to keep it that way…but some days, it seemed to me, he’d rather be anything else.

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Author’s Note: I’m sick as a dog right now and was watching some Doctor Who to pass the time – decided I might as well write a classic sickfic with some nice fluff. Somehow, though, I managed to make it sad at the very end. Sorry : D

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mesu-senshi · 27 days ago

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Title: "Be Still, My Giant Heart"

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Pairing: Konig x Reader

Theme: Comedy, Romance, Fluff

Trope: Arranged Marriage

Side-Story: "You're My Forever"

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König was exhausted. His body ached from the grueling deployment, and his mind reeled with the chaotic rhythm of the battlefield. The moment he stepped onto the familiar path leading to their cozy house, nestled near the sparkling river, the tension began to drain away. He could already imagine her warm embrace, her soft smile lighting up his world.

But as he stepped through the door, ready to call out to his wife, he froze.

There it was—the sound of giggles, sweet and intimate, echoing from somewhere deeper in the house. His heart clenched painfully.

"Who is she talking to?"

The warm, lilting tone of her voice, the playful coos—it wasn’t meant for him. König’s heart, which had only ever swelled with pride and love for her, now felt like it might shatter into pieces.

Did she get lonely? Had he failed her somehow?

He dropped his bag by the door, his footsteps quiet as he followed the sound. With every step closer, he swore he could hear another sound—something soft, something… whiny?

His towering frame rounded the corner to the living room, his chest tight with anticipation and dread. Then he saw her.

His wife, his beautiful, perfect wife, crouched on the living room rug, laughing as she held a squirming bundle of golden fluff in her arms.

"Who's a good boy, hmm?" she crooned. "Oh, you're such a handsome boy, aren't you?"

The "handsome boy" in question wagged his tail furiously, letting out a happy bark as she kissed the top of his fluffy head.

König stood there, stunned. Relief hit him so fast he almost stumbled. His hands braced against the doorway as a shaky laugh escaped his lips, and he shook his head.

"Mein Schatz," he rumbled, his deep voice startling her and the dog.

She turned to him, her smile wide and bright as the sun. "König! You’re home!"

She jumped to her feet, the dog wiggling excitedly in her arms as she hurried to him. "I wanted to surprise you!"

He blinked down at her, still trying to process the turn his emotions had taken. "A… dog?"

"Yes!" she chirped, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I rescued him a few weeks ago. His name is Milo."

König crouched slightly to get a better look at the golden retriever in her arms. Milo blinked up at him with big, trusting eyes, his tail wagging in rhythm with König’s growing amusement.

"You… rescued him?" König asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.

"Well," she admitted, a little shyly now, "he was left at a shelter. I thought he’d be lonely there, and… I didn’t want to be lonely either."

Her cheeks flushed as she reached out to touch his arm. "I know I should’ve asked first, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought… maybe it would make you happy too."

König looked at her, his heart swelling with so much love he thought it might burst. His wife, this gentle soul, always thinking of others, always brightening his world even in the smallest ways.

"You thought I would be upset?" he murmured, brushing a stray curl from her face.

Her eyes searched his nervously. "Maybe a little? I know things like this are… big decisions."

A low chuckle escaped him, and he cupped her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "How could I be upset, Liebling? You’ve given me a home, a family… and now a dog."

Milo barked as if to agree, and König finally let himself smile fully. He reached out to scratch the dog’s ears, and Milo happily leaned into the touch.

"I think he likes you," she said softly, watching the two of them.

König glanced at her, his eyes warm. "Good. Because I like him too."

Her grin lit up the room as she set Milo down, and the dog immediately began sniffing at König’s boots, tail wagging furiously.

König straightened, towering over her once again, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. "But next time," he teased gently, "tell me before you surprise me. My heart can only take so much."

She laughed, her arms slipping around his waist. "Deal."

Milo barked again, and König reached down to ruffle the dog’s fur. "But I think we’re going to get along just fine, Milo."

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That night, König found himself lying on the couch, his wife curled up against his chest and Milo sprawled across their legs. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breath, her contentment lulling him into peace.

Home. This was home. And König wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world...

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Extra Scene: "You’re My Forever"

Later that night, the house was quiet except for the occasional rustle of the river breeze brushing against the windows. König was seated on their shared bed, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, towel-drying his damp hair after a long, relaxing shower.

[Y/N] walked in, dressed in one of his oversized shirts that hung like a dress on her petite frame, her long hair slightly messy from playing with Milo before bed. She paused in the doorway, watching him.

König looked… thoughtful. Troubled, even.

“Mein Herz,” she called softly, padding over to him. “What’s wrong?”

He looked up at her, those piercing blue eyes soft but conflicted. “Nothing, Liebling.”

She raised a brow, tilting her head. “You’re a terrible liar, König.”

He let out a sigh, reaching out for her hand and gently pulling her to stand between his knees. His large hands held hers delicately, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles.

“When I came home today… and I heard you laughing, speaking so sweetly…” His voice was low, almost ashamed. “For a moment, I thought… maybe…”

Her brows furrowed in confusion before realization dawned on her face. “Oh, König…”

His grip on her hands tightened ever so slightly. “I thought you had been lonely. That maybe… you found someone else to replace me while I was away.”

Her heart clenched. Not from sadness, but from how much she loved this man. How could someone so gentle, so loving, ever think he was replaceable?

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands framing his face as she looked up at him with all the love she could muster. “König,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I would never, ever replace you. Not in a million years.”

He searched her eyes, his expression softening as her words sank in.

“You’re my everything,” she continued, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “My home.” Another kiss to his cheek. “My heart.” Then the other cheek. “My forever.”

By the time she kissed his lips, he was holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world, his arms encircling her and pulling her into his lap.

“I was so scared,” he admitted against her lips, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been away so long… I worried you’d realize you deserved someone better than me.”

“Better than you?” she said, her tone incredulous. “König, you are the best. You’re kind, selfless, brave, and loving. You’ve given me a love I didn’t even know I was missing. No one could ever compare to you.”

He buried his face in her shoulder, his breath hitching as her words washed over him like a balm to his soul.

“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers threading through his damp hair. “I love you more than I could ever put into words. And I missed you so much.”

He pulled back just enough to see her face, his eyes glistening. “I love you too, Liebling. So much it scares me sometimes.”

“Then let me show you how much,” she murmured, her lips brushing his in a tender kiss that quickly deepened, full of unspoken emotions and the desire to reconnect after their time apart.

She tugged gently at his shirt, and he obliged, letting her pull it over his head to reveal the scars and muscles she adored. Her hands roamed his chest, tracing the lines of his body with reverence as if to memorize him all over again.

“König,” she whispered, her lips following the path of her hands with soft kisses, “I’m so glad you’re home.”

His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, lifting it off her and exposing the soft, warm skin he’d missed so much. His touch was hesitant, almost reverent, as he caressed her sides and pulled her close.

“Let me love you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

And love her he did. The night was filled with whispered confessions, tender kisses, and the kind of intimacy that only came from a deep, unshakeable bond.

As they lay tangled together afterward, her head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped securely around her, she pressed one last kiss to his collarbone.

“Promise me something,” she whispered sleepily.

“Anything, Liebling,” he murmured, his fingers gently stroking her back.

“Never doubt how much I love you. No matter how far away you are.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his heart full. “I promise.”

In that moment, with her in his arms and Milo snoring softly at the foot of their bed, König knew he was exactly where he was meant to be.

Home.

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