#and it‘s okay to be upset

[stayevildarling]

can I request an agatha x reader fic. in westview so no witches road or anything (need a break) . where someone stalks reader bc she‘s agatha‘s girlfriend and tries to get closer to them in order to steal agatha‘s powers or get to her. maybe reader gets hurt. very angsty and overprotective agatha please!!

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Shadows of Magic

A/N: Thank you very much for requesting this! I love requests like these 🤍 This is somewhat an AU but not really, basically Aggy x Reader live in Westview and share their lives together there. Also please ignore my description of seasons, I‘m just gonna pretend they have the same seasons as Europe there😅

tw/tags: established relationship, mention of witchhunters, mention of blood, mentions of injury, overprotective agatha, dark agatha, hurt/angst/comfort

word count: 4k

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The days in Westview had grown colder lately, darker even, fall unfortunately almost coming to an end, as the leaves slowly began falling from the trees, another reminder of another year passing by. Usually you wouldn‘t mind this, loving fall with every fiber of your being and spending the best Halloween ever with your Aggy. You loved the winter, the beginning of Snowfall and Christmas and you had already began working on your presents for your girlfriend.

But something had felt different this time, it began with something almost unnoticeable, a prickle at the back of your neck when you are alone, the feeling of eyes lingering on you for too long. But you brushed it off every single time, assuming it was just your imagination or watching too many horror shows and Halloween movies with your girlfriend. But as more days pass, the feeling becomes hard to ignore, often turning around when walking on your own but never noticing anything suspicious. At first you assumed it was maybe Aggy pulling a prank or even occasionally following you as she was undeniably overprotective but the thought quickly vanished when you remembered the deep trust between you both.

Ironically enough you didn’t feel like you could tell Agatha about this, not because you didn’t trust her but because you didn’t want to worry her. She was so busy, providing for you both, working on her magic and especially working effortlessly in her basement over the last few weeks. One evening it happened again, picking up some groceries for dinner, the street empty and some fog rolling in, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminating the scene further. You were almost home when you felt it again, your breath catching in your throat but as you glanced over your shoulder there was nothing or no one there.

Back at the house, Agatha was humming softly in the kitchen, waiting for your return as she finished for the evening. „Everything okay, hon?“ she asked and you considered then but seeing the exhaustion in her eyes and at the same time that playful smile, excited to spend time with you, you couldn‘t ruin the moment, instead forcing a smile and reassuring her you are okay. But it never stopped, the last few weeks the feeling growing more intense and causing your anxiety to act up slightly as you were more fidgety, more careful with your movements.

And Agatha being Agatha of course she noticed the change, despite the business, despite your secrecy, she could tell something was upsetting you, making you nervous and so she watched with quiet concern, deciding to keep an eye on you as her attempts to talk to you and get some truths out hadn‘t been successful so far. But the brunette was too late.

It‘s close to dusk when you finally step out of the little shop, arms full of carefully wrapped presents you picked out for your girlfriend for Christmas. It was early really, maybe too early but you wanted it to be perfect for her, give back for all the things she would do for you on a regular without you ever asking. You linger for a moment, smiling at the parcels and imagining the soft look on her face before she would scold you for getting her so many. But you had listened carefully, gotten a few books and crystals she had mentioned as well as some little things you knew she adored.

You are just a few blocks from home, feeling your phone in your pocket vibrating a few times, assuming it must be Aggy but unable to reach for it with your hands full. The sudden feeling creeps over you again, sharper this time but before you can respond, speed up a little or reach for your phone you realize this had never been your imagination to begin with. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs your arm hard, yanking you into a hallway as the packages fall from your grip and scatter on the pavement. You try and twist, seeing who has pulled you into darkness but another set of hands presses against your mouth, muffling your screams.

„Quiet now“ a cold voice commands and you shiver as you feel somehing sharp and cold brushing against your cheek. „Wouldn‘t want to cause a scene, would we?“ he hisses and your stomach twists at his word, the disgusting tone and hands still gripping you tight. You try to fight, sqiurming and clawing but they are too strong and as another person appears, blocking out the last glimpse of daylight, you know it‘s too late. Their faces are hooded but you can feel their gazes, intense and calculating. One of them leans in close, their breath warm against your ear.

„She‘s powerful isn‘t she?“ one of them spits and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. „Agatha“ he says her name, rolling of his tongue in a way that makes your blood boil. „People say she‘s untouchable.. but everyone has a weakness“. Their grips tighten around you before another adds „Looks like your hers“. Defeat fills you as they drag you away into the back of a van, your cries and pleas unheard and as the doors slam shut, Westview fades away, leaving nothing but the scattered gifts on the floor and your sobbing, chained form in the back of a van.

Meanwhile Agatha has been pacing the livingroom, glancing at the clock on the wall for what feels like the hundreth time. You had told her you would be back by now and despite telling herself you might have just gotten caught up with something while shopping, there is a strange feeling gnawing at her insides. She picks up the phone again, this time opting to call you instead of texting but when the call goes straight to voicemail, she can‘t help it, grabbing her coat and leaving the house.

A part of her worries she‘s too overprotective, maybe even controlling when it comes to your safety but she hadn‘t let anyone come this close into her life, opening her heart in a way no one else had. Changing her selfish ways and life completely as you undeniably brought sunshine into her life. She steps through the quiet and now dark neighborhood, making her way to the shops. Her heels click against the sidewalk as she heads towards the area you mentioned, her eyes scanning every shadow and empty corner, seeing the stores closed now. But she can‘t see you, knowing if you had been on the way home, she would have caught you as there is just this one direction leading towards home.

Then, something catches her eyes, something metallic and torn and when she steps closer she sees the pieces of wrapping paper, discared on the ground. Her heart twists in her chest, still trying to stay calm but when she takes the contents into her hands she knows. The books she had mentioned, the crystals. Moments later as she digs through the things she stumbles upon your phone and her heart stops, knowing this was no coincidence, realizing the last few weeks hadn’t been either.

„Where are you?“ she whispers, her voice laced with panic but as she looks around further she sees some droplets of blood leading towards an now empty ally. With clenched fists she stands in the silence of Westview. Realizing that something must have happened, someone must have taken you. Guilt instantly fills her, realizing she should have done something weeks ago, the feeling of being followed, your anxiety and all the things she had been brushing off. Knowing she should have been more careful, knowing she should have accompanied you rather than working on her magic. Each regret feels like a sharp twist of a knife into her heart, your sweet smile and your gentle eyes filling her memory and causing tears to fill her features. „No..“ she mutters, sadness, shock and fear overwhelming her as she thinks about what may have happened.

But then her voice drops to a dark whisper, purple smoke filling the air around her as anger overtakes her, knowing someone had touched what belongs to her. „I‘ll find you. I swear it“ she whispers before picking up the scattered items, quickly making her way home, more determined now than ever to find you quickly and hold whoever is responsible for this accountable. And she wastes no time in practically running home, almost stumbling down the stairs into her basement as she begins laying out countless items, partly belonging to you as she begins casting a spell on finding you.

And Agatha being one of the most powerful witches around and this not being her first spell on finding someone, she manages to trace your steps instantly, wasting no time as she hurries into a car, wanting to leave no traces of her own behind by teleporting as she doesn‘t know just who she is dealing with yet. In the meantime, you had been dropped into a room, chained and picked up by your hair as they dragged you through a cool and damp space, seemingly big as every single noise echoes around. There is silence for a while as you sniffle quietly, feeling the effects of your stupidness hit deep as you really should have spoken up. You pray that Agatha won‘t find you, having not a single doubt about her abilities but having heard their plans as they dragged you inside, knowing that this was a trap, that they wanted her to find you.

The witches love brings her close to you, a trail of purple ahead of her as she follows with a heavy heart. All sorts of thoughts fill her head as the dread of losing you becomes stronger. She thinks of the times when you first moved to Westview, how you met almost by accident and how you both somehow had been captivated by each other. Your hearts intertwined with the first kiss, before that gentle silent love confessions through locking eyes or the ocassional finger brushing against each other‘s skin. The witch learnt what true love was, forgot her sometimes selfish reasons in life and what it meant to be ready to lose everything for the one she loves. You made her better, every minute of every day you made her stronger, forget about her past and hauntings of it. She loved holding you close to her chest, seeing your face light up when she would show you some magic or when she would spoil you rotten.

Agatha adored the way she could make your face fall apart, how your bodies worked its on magic with each other and how you would always fall on your knees for her. And she couldn‘t imagine a life without you anymore, speeding through the dark night sky and eventually getting to an abandoned building outside of town. And meanwhile they had taken off the blindfolds, throwing all sorts of questions at you on how to get to your girlfriend, how to lure her there and asking specific questions about her magic. And a part of you couldn‘t quite grasp how stupid they are, having assumed they would be good enough at this to know all of those things already and bit by bit you hoped that Aggy may find you. But it took her a while to get to you, the people having captured you growing impatient as they begin to leave their frustration and lack of planning and organisation out on you, their fists landing hard on your face, leaving stinging bruises and droplets of blood.

They begin moving in some weird machine looking things that you hadn‘t seen before, designed to take Agatha‘s power and you begin feeling the confusion, their questions not matching their actions and as you watch them interact with each other you can tell one of them is desperate to get answers, hitting you repeatly until you eventually see stars. One of them watching in sorrow despite the mask and ushering him to stop over and over again while the third seemed to not care what is happening at all. And you hoped he would leave again, hoped you could reason with the seemingly nice one. And as he steps away for a moment you try your luck, a desperate attempt as your body aches with the pain they had inflicted on you, stars filling your vision and your voice quiet.

„Please… please let me go“ you whimper, not finding the strength within you to plead with him properly. You watch him through your blurry vision, almost thinking he was going to answer you when the other one returns, a bucket of water this time, as he forces a cloth over your face, pouring the freezing cold water over you, causing you to choke again and again. You eventually black out from the ordeal, hearing the occasional noise just before everything goes black, their echoed shouting, whiring of a machine and some metal clanging nearby. You never notice Agatha rushing inside, how the machines are supposed to stop her but just as you had expected they didn‘t plan or think this through as much as you both had assumed by now. She walks straight past the machines, feeling a light tingle but nothing that could take her magic like they intended to.

Her eyes search frantically for you through the dark and it takes her a while until the familar cloud of purple appears, her magic sensing her distress upon finding you, slumped in a chair beaten and bruised. „Oh god Y/N“ she cries out as she runs over to you, dropping to her knees to look at your features. She checks your pulse first, sighing in relief as she finds one, weak but there. With a flick of her wrist the chains and blindfold disappear and she gently wipes the blood from your cheeks, your eyes fluttering open for a moment despite the exhaustion, your heart and body sensing your Aggy was close. „Oh thank god“ she whispers before you give her a dopey smile upon seeing her. „Aggy“ you whisper croakily and she knows you can‘t walk, gently taking you into her frame and putting one of your arms around her shoulders to get you to the car. She would have taken you into her arms but she could feel their presences around her and knew she needed to stay on guard, still unsure what game they were playing, their attempts harmless on her magic but the torture on you so vivid.

„It‘s okay sweet girl, I‘m here, I‘m taking you home“ she whispers on the brink of tears as she helps you get up and begin walking. Her blood quickly begins boiling as she watches the three frames enter her vision, standing there pathetically with weapons in their hands. „The trap worked“ one of them laughs in a way that causes her anger to increase. „Not really moron, your machines did nothing“ she hisses and he grins in disbelief as he starts up the gun in his hand, blue blasting lights blaring towards you both and bringing Agatha to her knees. They had been much more calculated than you both believed, the machines a mere distraction to make it seem like they didn‘t know what they are doing, the torture not necessary as they knew all those answers already, only wanting to let off steam and you playing into their sick fantasies.

Agatha feels her magic burning in her veins, a feeling she had felt before, all to familiar as she slowly feels her abilities beginning to leave her. The impact of Agatha dropping to her knees startled you awake, your vision still slightly blurry, body still aching but watching it all unfold. Agatha‘s eyes searching yours, filled of regret and defeat, knowing she couldn‘t help you. You watch with a pained expression as the „nice guy“ struggles with whats happening, the other seemingly careless guy having already ran by now. And you pull all your strength together, pushing Aggy out of the way as the blue blasting stops, hitting through your body instead of the woman‘s. „No“ she screams as she regains her strength, sending the guy flying to the next wall, watching your weakend body on the floor. „No wait“ you scream as she flicks her wrist and points it at the other guy.

„Not.. him“ you pant, knowing he somehow didn‘t mean for any of this to happen. Her face twists in horror and confusion, not thinking about sparing either of their lives. And she wastes no time, sending him flying to the nearest wall sucking their life force out of them as she walks past, her anger burning and parts of the old Agatha back. She picks you up this time, crying, shocked and hurt. She doesn‘t care about your pleas or shivering in her arms as she gets you home. Despite the shock of it all, you manage to relax and fall asleep beside Agatha in the car, your head leaning against the window, the exhaustion heavy on your body.

By the time your girlfriend has you home, you are passed out asleep, sleeping off the lingering reminders of pain and trauma that the events of this have had on you. Once she has you home and safe, she is back to your old Aggy, taking you gently into her arms, careful where she is touching you, before tugging you into bed. She stays by your side, laying awake next to you as the events from this night linger on her mind, your broken and exhausted form, your pleas and the way your face crumbled and twisted when she did what she had done. But she doesn't feel an ounce of remorse, no one getting to touch you, ever. The only thing replaying in her mind is your face, sending a pang of guilt through her body, wishing you never had to see any of this, wishing none of this would have happened, wishing she just went with you and never let you near any danger.

It's early morning when you next wake up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the first peaks of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. For a split second the world feels normal, like none of this happened. Like this was just a bad dream but when you feel the pain radiating from your entire body, a pounding headache, the memories slowly wash over you again. And then they come crashing, leaving you trembling and shaking as their voices repeat in your mind, their hands sting and leave more bruises. But Agatha is there in an instant, turning over to you and taking your shivering form into her embrace. ,,Shh I'm here'' she coos, holding you close to her chest and soothingly rocking you back and forth. ,,They can't hurt you now angel'' she coos and despite trying to reassure you, she sends another wave of anxiety through you as you remember what happened, how they had been on the floor when you left, looking lifeless and cold.

,,Aggy.. you... you killed them'' you whisper, staring into her eyes in realisation and when she sees the scared in your eyes, her heart breaks, for the first time ever seeing you scared of her and she didn't know how to act, instinctively pulling you a little closer as she was scared you would slip through her fingers further. She could never explain this to you, the love she felt for you ever since seeing you for the first time, your adorable smile, your shyness and squirming around her and how your hearts seemed to realise much faster than either of you did. How she would kiss death in order to safe you every single time, how she would go back to her old ways in order to save you, how the universe could never be a priority as long as you are alive.

The brunette doesn't know what to say, silence filling the bedroom but as your eyes meet hers, you can see the vulnerability in them, the scared of your reaction, the hurt of your reaction and the guilt. ,,I wanted to keep you safe'' she admits and your eyebrows furrow before she whispers again ,,No one gets to touch you, hurt you, ever'' she carries on, her voice filled with a seriousness and overprotectiveness that takes your breath away. And then you realise that no one had ever cared for you the way your Aggy had. No one ever listened to you as intently, no one ever cared about your interests in the way she had, letting you ramble about plots of a book or tv shows for hours on end and never getting tired of it. How no one had quite ever cared about your physical wellbeing the way she had, always holding your hand before crossing a street, always making sure your seatbelt is buckled when driving somewhere. And the realisation brings tears to your eyes, just how much Aggy loved you, just how far she would go for you, going back to the darkness in order to save you.

She instantly notices your tears, hesitant as her fingers hover above your cheeks but wiping them nevertheless, the sight of you crying breaking her heart every single time. ,,I'm sorry for scaring you'' she admits, her own tears reflecting in her beautiful orbs. ,,You.. you saved me Aggy'' you whisper, getting to understand the depth she went through for you and grateful nevertheless. You both knew this would take time to heal together, to talk this through together but all you both want right now is to hold each other, appreciate being with each other and fate not having seperated you further. Agatha watches your body up and down, the bruises and cuts on your face, the guilt reflecting in her orbs.

„Did they..“ she begins but stops herself as she looks away, wanting to be strong for you. „Hurt you anywhere else?“ she asks hesitantly after a moment and you quickly shake your head and a sigh of relief leaves her. „I‘m - so sorry I wasn‘t there with you“ she whispers and the guilt radiates off her that much that all you can do is lunge forward and take her into your arms, wrapping around her and seeking her warmth and safety. And despite wanting to give her comfort and reassurance right now, being in her arms makes you feel complete, slowly washing away the events and pain from the previous day. „It‘s not your fault Aggy“ you reassure and she stays silent while the two of you quietly hold onto each other. Neither of you speak for a while, the fireplace softly crackling in the background as you hold each other, the events from before slowly melting away.

After a while she pulls away ever so slightly, her hands still on you to reassure and show you she is right there. „How about we get you cleaned up sweet girl?“ she offers and you nod, holding the hand she is offering before following her into the bathroom, both of you noticing the exhaustion heavy on your features again and still aching body. But Aggy is there, gently wiping your bruises and the blood away, gently hovering her hands over them and making them go away one by one. And softly she would soothe you back to sleep, hold you in her arms and whisper reassuring nothings into your ear, holding you steady, not sleeping herself in order to be there. And softly and slowly Aggy would soothe you through this, shushing the nightmares, always ready to listen and hold you. And she was sure to never let you near harms away again, keeping you close to her heart and hand at all times. Protecting you, always.

[meowlod]

At the dinners table with your parents and Furina, you felt a hand stroking your thigh slowly, and you look down only to see that it‘s furinas hand. She quickly pulls it back.

“…?“

You give her a confusing look, and she looks back st you with a slightly hungry and desperate look, yet you look back at your parents and talk about the fun days you had before.

It makes Furina a little upset that you‘re ignoring her, so she put her hand back on your thigh, giving the soft flesh a small squish. You look back at Furina with another look, and she looks even more desperate this time. Her eyes look at the door behind you, to a way to say ”now, please,“.

You sigh softly, “mom, dad, I‘m going outside with Furina to take a small break, is that okay?“

”of course, darling! we‘ll be waiting for you both.“

your fingers are at a fast pace inside her wet cunt, pumping them in and out quickly while she‘s pinned against the wall by your body, her moans muffled by your hand to quiet them down, otherwise your parents would hear them and come outside.

“..furina, couldn‘t you just wait?“ furina tries to answer, but her words are more muffled as you stuff two fingers inside her mouth, smiling slightly at her embarrassed face as you continue to finger her, fingers hitting the sweet spot where she‘s already begging.

“mmwh—mh— l—let mhh— cum— please..!“ she begs with a muffled voice, tears already forming in her eyes as your fingers work faster inside her, some of her wet juices already dripping down her bare thighs and to the ground. but just right before she could cum, you pull your fingers out, ripping a orgasm away from her.

“nngh..no…! mmgh— please..! i-i wanted to—“

you shush her, giving her a kiss, and your fingers go back to rubbing her cunt back and forth. ”be a good girl for me and don‘t disturb me during the time i‘m talking with my parents, ‘kay amour?“ furina nods and you slip your fingers back in, slow then fast, bringing her to the orgasm she wanted.

she let out a loud moan and squirts all over your fingers, then you pull your fingers out only to bring them into your mouth, sucking the cum off. her legs are shaky, and you see the cum dripping down her legs, so you decided to crouch down, spreading her legs wide apart then licking her inner thighs.

”mmgh…yes, yes— please— more…“ she pleads, and you crash your mouth against her messy pussy, tasting all the liquid before licking her cunt back n forth, giving it a smack with your hand before stuffing your tongue inside her.

”one more time, and then we gotta go back inside, okay?“

”..m..mhm!“

[mythunderstorm]

We‘ll be okay | DR3

Daniel Ricciardo x reader

summary: It’s normal to argue. You know that. But that doesn’t mean it hurts any less, even tho you know you and Daniel will work it out in the end.

warnings: bit angsty, actually not sure what else to say. Soft ending tho

a/n: i‘m so sorry for not posting a lot atm. I have so many drafts but I can’t seem to finish them. Whenever I try to write it’s like my brain shuts off completely. Not even sure if this is any good but it’s the only thing I was able to complete, so enjoy ig haha

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Arguments. They‘re normal, every couple has to face them at one point. Some argue more, some less. But it’s normal. They happen, you talk it out, you make up. Normal.

You and Daniel argue. Normal. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. Normal. What wasn’t normal, is that you had to leave the apartment. It wasn’t normal for him to yell at you like this, both of you throwing words at each other you didn’t actually mean. Not normal.

You had to get out, leave for a bit. Before anyone of you says something you can’t take back at the end.

You wander around, aimlessly. It‘s raining, hard. You didn’t bring an umbrella with you, but you didn’t care. The water droplets on your skin felt kind of refreshing.

Your phone beeped, your boyfriend worries about you being alone, out in this weather at night. He sent multiple messages, telling you to come home.

The feeling of relieve fills your chest, glad that he’s still caring about you, even after the fight. But you ignore his messages, at least for now, needing some space to clear your head a bit. He was really mean tonight, something that basically never happened, not like this. You understand that he’s frustrated, not being able to race this season, but that’s not your fault.

Just because you said that you’re glad to spend some more time with him now, happy to have him to yourself for a while, doesn’t mean you don’t support his dreams and career. You’re proud of him, always have been, always will. But being away from him so much is hard and you really really missed him over the last year.

After a while you stop at a little café that was open late. Exactly what you needed right now. You sat by the window, ordering a cup of tea while watching the rain pour.

Your phone beeps once again.

„I'm really worried about you, the weather forecast said that there will be thunder too, you should really come back home.“

Your thoughts and emotions whirle around your head as you stare out the window.

With a sign, you type back a quick message to let him know you’re safe and not outside in this horrible weather. You may be mad at him but you’re not so cruel to let him suffer and worry about your well-being for the rest of the night.

But a part of you still doesn’t want go back home.

You look around the café, noticing that it is completely empty except for you and the barista. It is quiet, calm, peaceful. No one would be yelling at you here. No one would be blaming you for everything.

At first you just needed a break, now... now you needed an escape.

You look out of the window again, watching the raindrops sliding down the glass. It’s like they’re racing against each other. Even something small like rain on a window reminds you of him. It keeps your mind occupied for a while, watching the water glide around the surface but you’re still thinking about him. You’re always thinking about him.

It’s like the weather mirrors your exact feelings at the moment, like it’s trying to tell you that you’re not alone.

You put your phone aside, not responding to the rest of Daniel‘s texts. His mind was always full with thoughts about racing, training and other things related to his profession. And you understand, he loves his job. And you don’t blame him for that.

But you have feelings too, you have feelings that you want him to acknowledge sometimes. You need him to realize that. To recognize how upset you are and how hurt you feel.

Your thoughts spiraled down deeper and deeper as you watch the rain outside. The water droplets, they look like tears.

You sign again, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. You know you and Daniel will work it out, like you always do. You love him and you know he loves you. Arguments happen and you understand he’s frustrated, even though it’s not okay for him to put the blame on you. You both need some space, time to calm down before you can face each other to actually talk about it. But you‘ll be okay. Everything will be okay in the end.

The rain starts hitting the window harder than before, making it difficult to see the world outside.

Taking a sip of your tea, you look at the clock. It’s already 1 in the morning. You feel a bit guilty. It's late, really late.

You pick up your phone, hesitating as you look at Daniel's last message. He was panicking about the storm and kept telling you that he was worried. You know him, he's usually not the hysterical kind.

„I‘m inside a Café, don’t worry. I‘ll wait a bit until the storm calms before I come home.“

You think for a moment, not sure if you should send the next text. You want to but.. fuck it.

„I love you.“ you type and hit send quickly, before you can change your mind. But you mean it, because you do. You love him.

A notification appears instantly on your phone. It's a message from Daniel. It reads „I love you too."

Your heart skips a beat. Of course, your love still means the world to him.

You close your eyes and picture his face. When Daniel smiles at you, his eyes sparkle in a way that no one else's eyes could. He's so good at showing his emotions through his eyes…

Ding. Another message.

„Please come home honey, I can't take it another second."

You smile softly at the nickname. You look out of the window again, the storm seems to get only worse. You want to go home, right now. But you know it wouldn’t be the best idea, not in this weather. But you don’t care. You pay your tea, tipping the barista generously, before making an exit to finally get home. To the person you love most.

As soon as you enter your apartment you see Daniel standing there, waiting for you. You lock eyes for a moment, neither of you saying anything... It's quiet. The only sound you hear, is from the rain outside.

Daniel is smiling at you, and he starts walking towards you. He softly puts his arms around your drenched body, pulling you close and kissing your forehead gently. Your heart is pounding in your chest, your face is turning red.

„Sorry“ you whisper into his chest, hiding your face in his sweater. You’re tearing up again, breathing in his scent.

"I should be the one to say sorry." You hear Daniel's voice whispering into your hair as he holds you tight. "I was cruel, I should never speak to you like that. Never." His words are soothing to your ears.

Even though you were fighting badly only hours prior, you felt safe. It has been a long time since you felt this safe. Since you felt this protected.

Just then Daniel takes a step back to look at you, as if he was admiring your face. Then he leans in to kiss you, needing to feel that you’re real. That you’re here, that you came home. The kiss only last a few seconds but it’s soft, gentle and full of love.

Yes. You‘ll be okay.

Daniel's lips on your face feel like heaven and you close your eyes, not wanting to let the situation end just yet... but before you could do anything, his hands reach for your face, gently moving you away. For a second, you were scared to look at him but he's just fixing your wet hair.

"Let's get you warm," he smiles as he guides you into the kitchen, the warm light from the lit oven illuminating your face. You enjoy the warmth for a moment while Daniel was already boiling water for some tea.

„I- I‘ll go change into some dry clothes real quick“ you whisper into the quiet kitchen, watching him move around the room to prepare the tea.

Your boyfriend nods and smiles at you, putting his hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Go ahead, let me make you some tea" he smiles as he pushes your hair away from your face again.

The kettle whistles, it's boiling. Daniel picks it up and pours the hot water into two cups, putting lemon in both of them. The scent of lemon fills the room, mixed with Daniel's cologne.

You disappear into your shared bedroom, quickly getting rid of your wet clothes, throwing them into the hamper. Grabbing one of Daniels Hoodies, you pull it over your head and instantly hold the collar up to your nose, taking in his scent. Wiping your tear stained face with the sleeves, you take a deep breath before returning back to the kitchen where Daniel‘s waiting for you.

He is leaning against the kitchen counter, watching you slowly while the tea waits for you on the table. Two hot cups of tea, steaming up the kitchen.

Looking at his face, you find him smiling at you when he notices you’re wearing his hoodie. He wraps his free arm around you, pulling you close.

He kisses your head softly and whispers in your ear. "Drink it, it will warm you up."

Daniel's arms encircle you, squeezing you like he never wants to let you go.

You didn’t want to ruin the mood but you had to ask. You and Daniel were always good at communicating in the past and you didn’t want to stop now by pushing this argument away, you had to talk about it for the problem to be completely solved.

„We still need to talk. Not now, but.. we need to talk.“ You whisper, leaning closer into Daniels arms, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

„You're right, we will talk." His voice is soft. „Not now though. For now, let's enjoy this tea. And... let's just be together." Daniel said as he kisses you again on the cheek and your still damp hair brushes against his face.

He was right. You need some rest. It's late, after all. And what happened shouldn't be discussed when you're both tired. Let alone now, when you're so peaceful.

„We‘ll be okay“ you whisper, a short promise. To him and yourself, that your love is stronger than an argument like that. You‘ll work it out. And it‘ll be okay. Like always.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Imagine Damian with a sunshine reader but they sometimes turn into a whole new person with jay from the kubz scouts humor "I swear if this doesn't work I'll take off ___ headband wipe my ass with it put it back on bird box style and give myself pink eye" 😭

Anyway good night/morning

Don't forget to eat and drink well!!

Strange Kind of Humour

Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

wc: 1.2 K summary: you hate bugs (sorry for the people who love bugs) warnings: lots of bad words. a/n: thank you so much for the request and sorry for the late reply, but this is really funny and had to educate myself on that kubz scouts guy (i watch him regularly now) i couldn't really come up with such creative words, but this is the best i could do. enjoy! (divider)

75% of all animal species are insects, most of them have wings and can fly. However, only some of them look cute and are not some venomous, useless, shit-eating bastards who are trying to get into your stupid tent.

Someone came up with the perfect idea to go camping for two days, to finally relax from everything that‘s been going on. Bruce was very reluctant but eventually got blackmailed into joining, not having any possible way of working since you are all in the middle of the woods, trying to have fun.

Damian invited you to go with him, actually begged you, so he isn‘t alone with all these lunatics, and you‘ve never been more happy to join a trip. He knew you would be happy to join, just hoping the others won‘t make fun of him for being ‚soft‘ for you, or else this small family-trip will end up in a blood bath. So far, it‘s been actually pretty good so far, you had something warm to eat, having grilled together, had something vegetarian for Damian. You talked a lot with Dick and Tim, noticed the funny dynamic between Jason and Tim, befriended Cass, and made fun of Damian together with Duke as he failed to build the tent up three times.

Now, that everyone has tents and sleeping bags, you can all take a rest for the day and sleep. If it weren‘t for the bugs trying to fly in and annoy you both. Damian didn‘t seem to mind much, just curling himself up in his sleeping bag so no one can disturb him. But this is enough.

»I swear to god, if these little shits won‘t stop coming in, I will pull my fucking hairspray and a lighter out and burn this whole fucking forest.«

You mutter under your breath, but Damian caught wind of it. Of course he did, he is laying right beside you. His head shoots out of the sleeping bag, looking at you in the dark.

»How about we don‘t?«

Damian suggest quietly, slightly puzzled on how annoyed you are over such a thing. It‘s just bugs.

»I‘m sure they will leave us alone sooner or later. Just put your sleeping bag over your head.«

he tells you, hoping to soothe you down and hope that you won‘t be disturbed for the night. It‘s just one night, after all.

You huff out and do as told, shifting to put your sleeping bag over your head, curled up like him in his own bag.

zzzz

You want to punch that mosquito right then and there. Normally you would just brush it off and try to get it away, but this won‘t do anything since you are literally in a forest, camping. It only makes sense for bugs and insects to be there.

It‘s silent for a moment before the high-pitched buzzing starts again, already done with this.

»Look, I‘m gonna get this thing, track its whole family down and behead every single one-«

��Okay, how about we relax and open the tent for a moment so it can fly out, hm?«

He finally sits up and wraps his arm around your shoulder to keep you seated in your sleeping bag. No matter how many times you curse and say out-of-pockets things like that, it always surprises him when you do that. It usually happens whenever you are annoyed or upset, and right now he is pretty sure you are exasperated. Which doesn‘t make this any better.

Eventually, he managed to lay you back down to sleep after a few moments, having some annoying buzzing around, but it‘s nothing too bad. You both fell asleep after a while, getting woken up later in the morning by a scream. Damian immediately goes to check, peeking out of the tent and cursing himself for not bringing his katana to the trip.

Looking out, he sees Tim at the small camp fire, holding a stick out at a… racoon? What the hell is a racoon doing here? Don‘t they live somewhere else than.. oh, well.

Damian sighs out, getting out of the tent to help him out.

»Relax, Drake, they don‘t bite… usually.«

Tim looks to Damian briefly before staring back at the racoon wide-eyed, still pointing the stick at the innocent animal that was just curious on what these big people and tents are.

»What do you mean ‚usually‘?!«

Damian finally gets fully out of your tent, keeping his eyes on the racoon while approaching it slowly. He ignores the literal panic radiating off of Tim, gently shooing the animal away, but it just stays on its spot, not budging.

It‘s then, when you wake up, having caught some of the conversation between the brothers. You finally peek out of your tent as well, gasping as you see the racoon. The round, fluffy animal keeps its dark eyes on Damian, just sitting relaxed while your boyfriend is trying to shoo him away.

You didn‘t gaps out of disgust, but out of surprise and awe. There‘s not a lot of days you see a cute racoon, a stubborn at that as well. Sure, it‘s a wild animal, but why does it look so squishy then?

Coming out of the tent, you stand beside Damian, trying to get closer to the animal. Damian tries to get you behind him, but you have none of it.

»You need to step back, this is a wild animal— «

»No! Look how cute he is, I just want to pet him quickly!«

You protest, definitely blind by hthe cuteness of the racoon. Damian huffs out, turning to look at you.

»What are you? Snow white, or something? Just step back, let the poor thing run away.«

You whine in protest, really wanting to pet the racoon still. The small argument wakes the rest up as well, having thought it‘s nothing bad at first, but hearing that you both won‘t stop bickering, it made the others curious.

»What the hell is up with you guys?« Jason grumbles tiredly from his tent, still sitting in it but peeking out. Damian turns his attention to the voice, sighing out in defeat. Eventually, you take the opportunity to get closer to the racoon while Damian distracts himself with Jason, arguing with him now.

You get disappointed as the racoon runs away from you, not havnig been so brave after all. With a small huff, it all falls back to normal, the trip comes back to what they consider normal, eating some breakfast before playing frisbee all together. It turns into a competetive game, everyone including Bruce, trying to catch the frisbee and make the other drop or not even catch it in the first place. It‘s a bit chaotic, but it‘s never not chaotic with them. Not that you complain, you really like their dynamic overall and that they are all so sweet to you, although they do tease Damian a lot whenever he is affection with you.

A bright orange, plastic hits your side, yelping at the sudden collition. Of course someone had to accidently hit you with the frisbee. Duke gasps, immeditialy feeling guilty and really wants to sink into the ground at how embarrassing it is. Especially with how Damian glares at him, looking ready to kill.

»Damn, you trynna get me killed?!« You shout before this could escalate, throwing the frisbee back to him, landing at against his stomach with a grunt.

The tension melts away and you proceed to play the game until one finally wins, making the rest groan in defeat.

a/n: how you enjoyed it!!

[cottonlemonade]

How You Met (Falling in Love)

word count: 2145 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Bokuto x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, tiny smidgen of angst mayhaps

warnings: spoilers, having dropped out of university(?)

August

> you currently live in Kyoto

> you dropped out of university (Japanese major, history minor) because the academic setting is just not for you

> you still love the subjects, just not under academic pressure

> in Kyoto you worked as a guide for a while, leading tourists through all the ruins and historical places you love

> eventually you settle in working at a café, quickly being promoted to manager and (no small thanks to you) it‘s one of the most popular cafés in Kyoto now

> one day you get a call from a friend you went to uni with and she has a big favour to ask

> she works as a manager for a prestigious volleyball team and they are gonna head overseas soon for two weeks for a big tournament and their translator had to cancel last minute

> after talking it through with your boss (whom you are on most excellent terms with) he lets you take the time off to go help your friend (asking you to bring him back an autographed poster of the team)

> and so you pack your bags and take the 3h train ride to Tokyo

> until the plane leaves in a few days you will stay with your friend

> you asked if you could meet the team beforehand in case one of them has a dialect you need to get used to first (*cough* Atsumu)

> you‘re in the gym hanging out with your friend waiting for the team to arrive

> (during Uni time you two had been on the varsity women‘s Volleyball team)

> you‘re quite nervous but also a bit excited at the opportunity

> to give yourself something to do you wanna go grab a drink from the vending machine

> you head towards the doors just when they fly open

> „HEY HEY H-hey?“

> a tall, broad guy with grey-black spiky hair and golden eyes stands in front of you looking curious

> „And hey to you.“, you say brightly, giving a soft laugh, turning to your friend, „I‘ll be right back.“

> you duck under the guy‘s arm and make your way down the corridor as he stares after you

> „Pretty“, he mutters before getting pushed through the door by Sakusa

> during the overseas trip you get of course much closer with the whole team and you end up having a really fun time with them

> you even exchange numbers with them (Sakusa being so happy to have found someone who treats disinfectant like holy water just like him)

> that day, the Jackals had only won by a hair-width in the semi-final

> however, that didn‘t stop Bokuto from spiralling

> for the most part his mood swings had calmed down significantly since his teenage years but whenever a truly crushing match came his way he couldn‘t stop the dark thoughts

> his spikes had mostly been blocked and he wanted to figure out what went wrong but was so embarrassed that he, the team‘s ace, had let his team down (none of the team had given him any crap about it (except Sakusa a little))

> It was late, he was alone in the gym and buried his face in his arms, making himself as small as possible under a table in the corner

> „Bokuto-Kun?“

> he heard your voice softly, a little confused, then saw your sneakers as you knelt down in front of the table

> “Are you alright? Are you hurt?“

> he felt childish for not saying anything but he couldn‘t bring himself to, not right now

> he heard the soft thump of your bag as you set it down and a moment later he felt you scooting in next to him

> “Do you want to talk about it?“

> ever so slightly he shook his head

> “Hm.“, you made, quietly, then „Okay. Do not be alarmed.“

> And you hugged him

> you just

> hugged him

> tightly.

> You smelled like lavender, your body just so so soft and cozy and when he felt your hand rubbing soothing circles on his back he broke and started crying

> you only held him tighter

> „Are you upset about the game?“, you asked, gently after a minute or two

> when he didn‘t say anything you figured you were dead-on

> „I actually had to leave the court during my first varsity match because I couldn‘t handle the pressure and had a panic attack.“

> He pulled out of your embrace to look at you

> you smiled, kind of sadly, then focused on your shoes as you continued, „I get very uncomfortable being in front of a lot of people and letting the team down was something I was really struggling with, too. It might have been alright during training but when it was an official match - well, you could knock me over with a feather. Every mistake I made seemed a hundred times worse.“

> he just stared at you because he knew that feeling you described so so well

> The hand you kept on his back was warm and reassuring

> „This wasn‘t meant to make you feel worse.“, you said quickly, „I just wanted to tell you that I get it. And I know that no one in the team is blaming you for anything. This was a really tough match and without your points you guys wouldn‘t have won. Blocking you took their defence everything they had and it still wasn‘t enough. You did a whole lot more than you think you did.“

> and then, right there, when you smiled at him, that‘s when he knew he was in trouble because his little crush was suddenly not so little anymore

> you stayed with him under the table for probably another twenty minutes

> you were quiet, just sat with him, listening to the rain softly drumming on the large dark windows

> after a while when you felt him relax a bit more you pulled out your phone to scroll through Instagram // your page consisting mostly of food and cute dogs, which you figured would cheer him up, and he enjoyed just watching yummy recipes and puppies while being so close to you (that’s how he learned of your love of food, cooking and baking and fell even harder)

> eventually hunger won you over when both your stomachs growled at the same time for a video of a particularly cheesy pizza

> „One more hug before we leave the table territory?“, you offered, your genuine smile now completely chasing any dark thought away

> This time he hugged you back (and man, does he give good hugs)

> After a few moments you felt his tension finally fall and he let out a long breath, making you smile knowing you succeeded in making him feel better

> You went to grab some pizza together, talking about this, that and everything

> once y’all returned to Japan you went back to your actual job in Kyoto and the Jackals back to training, but Bokuto (and Hinata) stayed in close contact sending you messages every day

___________

September

> one day, maybe two weeks after coming back from overseas you suddenly look up from some paperwork you were mulling over at a table in the café when an empty chair is pulled up and a tall broad figure with grey-black hair is plopping down across from you with a big grin

> (Dude, you missed the weekend training. We thought you were dead. Where were you? - Kyoto. - Ky-what???)

________

October

> after maybe another month where you head to Tokyo on your days off and Bokuto comes to visit Kyoto whenever he has the time, you start to think about what would happen if you’d confess your feelings to him

> long distance relationships were an absolute pain and he was busy being a volleyball star, he couldn’t keep this up forever

> but were you really about to move back to Tokyo for a guy who wasn’t even your boyfriend?

> and what about your job?

> your friend of course had her antennas up about you two from the start so she listened patiently when you called her for advice one night

> your boss, who had also caught on to your blossoming love, took you aside one day and casually mentioned that he had been thinking of opening another branch in Tokyo and would need a capable manager to oversee it

__________

December

> so you move back to Tokyo

> you had brought up the move to Bokuto before and he had been practically bouncing off the walls at training ever since

> he even offers to help you move

> as a Thank You you cook dinner for him and if it hadn’t been super obvious to him before, it’s official now that he is most definitely absolutely irrevocably gone for you

> Bokuto is just so so happy that he can see you basically every day after practice now

> (as soon as Meian calls for the end, Bokuto is first out the door, quickly showers and then jogs (at full speed) the 17.5mins to the café to walk you home)

> he has been trying to talk about it with Hinata, Atsumu and (because he was in the general vicinity) Sakusa but none of them were exactly experts when it came to love and confessions

> he was worried that if he would confess to you and you rejected him he’d make you uncomfortable and you’d regret moving to Tokyo

> he didn’t even want to think about you avoiding him

> so he just kind of decided to pine. A lot.

> Like. A lot.

> Atsumu and Sakusa were so done with him during that time because if Bokuto talked often about you before, it was nothing compared to now

> Hinata didn’t mind. He just listened while they were out jogging in the mornings

> meanwhile you yourself were overthinking

> seeing Bokuto every night, slowing your steps to make the walk home longer and hanging out with him on his days off was wonderful and you could only imagine how much better it would be if you could hold his hand and kiss him

> there definitely had been moments when you were sure he felt the same about you but then he would be sweet and kind to a stranger and you just kind of shrugged it off

> that was just Bokuto, genuine and warm to everyone

> you were no exception

> that did not stop you from daydreaming when you were baking at the café or cleaning the coffee maker in the evening (or in the shower or your bed)

> with winter came the first soft snow and both hands tightly wrapped around a hot chocolate from your cafè, you and Bokuto walked home one night in the swirling flakes

> he was losing his mind because you looked so gosh darn pretty and cute and gorgeous with snow in your hair, your cheeks a little red from the cold, enjoying your chocolate

> not so casually he asked to take a picture of you

> confused but game you posed in front of snow covered bushes

> (Bokuto’s mind turning into a full-on keysmash when you made a peace sign and smiled brightly with closed eyes // he took like ten pictures in a row)

> “Well, that’s a new screensaver.”, he announced without thinking and you were just like 🧍‍♀️

> “Uhm, Bo?”

> he melted like the snow around the hot chocolate he had sat down to take the picture

> the soft nickname was still somewhat new and sent a pleasant shiver through his body

> you took a deep breath and decided to just go for it

> “Do you … like me?”

> “Of course I like you.”, he said with no hesitation

> you nervously played with the sleeves of your jumper sticking out from your coat, not looking at him

> “No… I mean like-“

> “I know what you mean.”, he said with a huge smile but when you just looked at him in shock his confidence wavered, “Wait. Is- is that bad?”

> “God I hope not, because I like you, too.”

> his chest felt like a balloon inflating as his smile returned bigger than ever

> “Can I be your boyfriend then? Please?”, he added and his ears were burning so much he was glad you nodded cause he wasn’t sure if he would have heard your answer

> he stepped forward, closing the distance between you two and looked down with the dreamy expression of someone who had just been handed a puppy

> ever so gently holding your chin between his strong calloused fingers he bent down to kiss you

> slowly and sweetly at first

> you shifted a bit and he grinned a moment later when he felt you standing on your tiptoes

> he deepened the kiss, his other hand now on your hips and you sighed when his tongue slipped playfully between your lips

> you were about to pull away to catch your breath but he pulled you in again, cupping your cheek, muttering against your lips “Not yet. A little more.” and you chuckled into the kiss

[itgetsdark-x]

Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈

Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕

A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3

Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)

It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him. 

He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently. 

You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset. 

You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind. 

The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you. 

“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head. 

“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel. 

“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.” 

“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him. 

A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed. 

“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently. 

“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly. 

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”

“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel. 

“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response. 

“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.” 

Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head. 

“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation. 

“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually. 

“Obviously.” Joel retorted. 

“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed. 

“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.” 

“Show me.”

It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth. 

“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper. 

“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded. 

“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”

“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”

Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before. 

Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more. 

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?” 

“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined. 

Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then. 

“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”

You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.” 

Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room. 

As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed. 

“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed. 

He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly. 

“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek. 

You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked. 

“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”

“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip. 

“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked. 

“Okay.”

“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked. 

You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body. 

“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently. 

You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before. 

“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation. 

He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need. 

“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”

“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows. 

Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound. 

You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there. 

“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease. 

“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined. 

Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly. 

“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth. 

He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you. 

“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness. 

You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.

“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips. 

“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit. 

“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.” 

You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure. 

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next. 

Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly. 

“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open. 

“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly. 

He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace. 

“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra. 

Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him. 

“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.” 

You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened. 

“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded. 

Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck. 

Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear. 

“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises. 

“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.” 

“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?” 

“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!” 

Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked. 

Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it. 

“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze. 

You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip. 

“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”

He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you. 

Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member. 

“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off. 

“You can move now…” You muttered softly. 

Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace. 

His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder. 

“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder. 

You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher. 

You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.  

“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked. 

“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow. 

Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue. 

“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek. 

“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you. 

You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss. 

You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently. 

“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago. 

“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night. 

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Ángel finally got some amazing news: He got accepted into an art school with a full-ride scholarship ♡

Transcript:

Dulce: Why do I feel so lonely...

Dulce: ...when I‘m not technically alone?

Dulce: Okay, let‘s try to unpack this. Obviously, there‘s Alex who left me AND the country. Then, there‘s Rubiya who is graduating soon and doing all the fun senior activities with her senior friends.

Dulce: ..And there‘s Ángel.

Dulce: Speak of the devil...

Ángel: It‘s "Ángel", not "Devil".

Dulce: [Chuckles] I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would hear that.

Ángel: Well, you’ve always been bad at whispering. Either way, I could tell you didn’t take it well when I announced to everyone that I’ll be studying art in Finland...

Dulce: Damn, was it that obvious?

Ángel: Well, I know you were trying to be supportive, so thank you for that. But I did notice the deep sadness in your eyes. It always hurts me to see you upset, you know?

Dulce: Ángel, I‘ll be fine. Honestly, I‘m happy for you. I think it‘s exciting. You‘ll meet new people, try new food, pick up another language, and study... different... paint brushes?

Ángel: [Laughs] You really mean all that?

Dulce: Yeah. I think you deserve to venture off, too. You were always so selfless and took care of me. I know I wasn‘t the easiest person to have as a little sister either.

Ángel: Don‘t say that, Dulce. I would‘ve had a very boring childhood if it weren‘t for you. I‘m glad the universe paired us as siblings.

Dulce: Me too, Ángel. You’re the best brother I could’ve asked for.

[human-encounters-diary]

Day 4

I do not believe in luck. It is not something my species is familiar with. We believe in science and logic. I was not even aware of the concept of luck or faith until I left the planet my species populates. So I do not  believe that it was a coincidence when during this cycle, the human was assigned to work with me. I did not see the Terran during my cyclic meal intake, and was immediately called into the main machinery room without a sight of it.

The Vitrichl appeared shortly after with the human in tow. Vitrichl eludicated that the human had proved to be a skillful worker and was now officially assigned to my unit unless the Vitrichl explicitly stated otherwise.Vitrichl left to attend his other duties, leaving me with the human.

I turned to the control panels covering the walls, and speaking into a small microphone, I introduced the Terran to the machine. "This is human Quinn. It is officially part of my unit and will assist me." 

"It‘s 'she', mate.", the human corrected. "Excuse me?", I asked, careful not to be impolite. "She. My prounous are 'she‘, not 'it'.", she explained. "I apologize. I did not mean to upset you." "It‘s alright, mate. I‘m not upset, just correcting you for future reference.“ "Thank you", I decided on the safest route.

"So, a mechanic as well? Cool.", she folded her fingers into her hand and extended it to me. I was not confident how I was supposed to respond to this gesture, so I once again, did nothing. Eventually, she retracted her hand and let it disappear into a fold in her clothing which appeared to be a pocket. 

Clothing, I noted. Not many members of the crew of the SIIR Noxos wore clothing on a regular basis, apart from their space suits. This obviously raised even more questions: Why did she wear clothing? Was it out of religious or cultural reasons? Out of personal comfort? Did all Terrans wear clothes or was she a special case? Did specific clothing symbolise specific things? These are all questions I hope I will be able to find out the answer to one day.

"Soo, like…what am I supposed to do around here? Do I have like, a specific task or…? Cap didn‘t mention anything." Cap. That was a word the translating device wasn‘t able to translate. "Cap?", I questioned further. Her face muscles contracted in a manner that made the patches of hair above her visual organs move closer to each other and the skin above them fold.

"The captain?", she said. "Of course, I apologize. The translating device did not recognize that word. I call him Vitrichl."

"Oh, is that his name? He didn‘t say anything." "No", I reassured. "It is simply the word "Captain" in my species‘ language." "Ah okay…", she said. "Well, what about my task?" "Of course.", I assigned her a simple task, showing her where to work and what to do. We then continued to work in silence. I did not object, because it gave me plenty of time to observe the human.

Humans, or at least this one, seemed to have rather random patches of hair on their head. Attached to the protective skin over their eyes, in a line above the eyes and on the top of the head. In human Quinn‘s case, it grew down, barely reaching her chest and was of a deep brown colour, just like her eyes. 

The muscles in her face never seemed to stay still, always contracting or smoothing while she worked. It was probable that facial expressions played a big part in human communication.

She still stood on two legs, upright and used both of her arms to work. For some inexplicable reason, she usually held a piece of technology or something similar in only one hand, but seemed to keep switching sides in a rather random matter.

I‘d have to ask her about it, but it did not seem like an appropriate time.

After working for some time and me continuously observing her, she set down her equipment and spoke: "Y’know, you‘re probably not aware of this, but humans consider staring rude." She turned around on her feet and faced me, seemingly watching me process this information. I quickly responded, careful not to irritate her further after having done something so insensitive. "I apologize. I was not aware of humans‘ stance on this behaviour and it was not my intention to be rude or make you uncomfortable. If I may ask, though, I have been watching you for some time now and I did not notice you ever turn around to face me until now. How were you aware I was watching you?" 

"Well, I could just kind of…feel it. I sensed your gaze in my back. Kind of like a sixth sense, you could probably say." I blinked. Sensed my gaze? Sixth sense? What were the other five then? 

I voiced these questions: "What do you mean you sensed it?" 

"Well, I just kind of had this feeling of someone watching me. Don‘t you ever get that feeling?" Flabbergasted, I said no.

She raised and lowered the part where her arms and chest joined once again, similar to the gesture she offered on the second day. "Well, I guess it just must be a human thing." "I suppose", I agreed, and with that, she turned back to the control panel she was commanding and we continued to work in silence, although now I was keenly aware of my every move and careful not to let my gaze linger on the Terran for too long.

She left before I did, apparently to take in another of her daily meals (something that was not necessary for my species). Soon, the cycle was already over before I encountered the human again.

I have made great progress during this cycle and I believe that if the human continues to work in my environment, it will be easier for me to discover more information about humans. 

Perhaps that is why the Vitrichl put the human into my section. Perhaps this was his plan all along. But I do not draw conclusions. I simply propose theories.

[stragefields]

Genshin impact characters reacting when you tell them you‘re pregnant + how they would be during the pregnancy

characters: ayato,childe

T/W: pregnancy, fluff enjoy!

not proofread!

Ayato

he would await it one day that you‘d come into his office and tell him that you‘re awaiting. it would definitely happen some day sooner or later, i mean this man has clearly no other choice, he is the head of the clan and that requires that he would get an heir some day. of course he is over the moon when you told him. not only because he‘s relieved that it finally happened even with some problems at the way. on the other hand he feels a sort of relieve because he isn‘t the only one without a child on the way anymore.

but of course he is also happy for the both of you to finally get the family you wanted.

to the dismay with many other high society people the baby turns out to be a girl but you two honestly doesn’t care about the gender and nobody says that that would be the last one, aren‘t they?

he would move his whole working space into your private chambers so he can be with you in an emergency. he has experienced the pregnancy of his mother with his younger sister and he wouldn’t forgive himself if he would let you go through this.

if you would fight with nausea he would personally take the best care of you. if he‘d find you bent over the toilet he will gently take your hair back and pat your back until it‘s over. then he would carry you to your marital bed, lay down with you and massage your back until you‘re feeling better and can rest. also he would ask thoma to prepare a stomach-friendly tea and get you anything you want (i mean this man is one of the richest people in teyvat so what would be better to spend the money than his own family?).

Childe

after he came home from a 3-month mission you‘d suprised him with a tiny yellow box with a blue little sweater and a positive pregnancy test in there. he just looks at you completely confused but as he opens the box, revealing a little blue wool pullover and a positive pregnancy test. his eyes turn wide as he looks with a small smile at you.

„you are? how far are you lovely?“ he asks you. „well yes it happened on our ‚goodbye-fuck‘ and after i felt nauseous and tired i went to the doctor and he only confirmed my suspension.“

after hearing the confirmation he broke down in tears and hugged you. now everything was okay. he was with you in his homeland, you and his family were safe, and now you, you the love of his life, the person he always wanted children with, were pregnant. so this evening, in the small illuminated corridor, he let his guard down.

with your pregnancy he becomes at least 10 times more overprotective than he already is. poor man he just want you and his unborn child be safe, but you still the stubborn woman he fell in love with, you want to continue your work at the adventures guild. after a long and loud discussion with some yelling by you, caused by your pregnancy hormones, he finally obliged to continue your work but still till the 6th month and only paperwork. you were literally so upset with him after his decision so you slept on the couch. in the morning he came to you begging to you that he can‘t sleep another night without you.

he will spend much more time with you, writing the tsaritsa a letter, explaining the situation and he got the half-time of his work off. you will spend this time often with his family sitting in the warm living room playing games and looking at photos when ajax was only a baby (i want to see this pictures so bad) and his mother will knit a sweater for the baby when the name is decided. like the weasley christmas sweater thing (ofc you and the others already have one)

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Characters: Sully family x reader, Neteyam x reader, Jake x reader, Neteyiri x reader, Lo’ak x reader, platonic, fem-reader

Genre: Domestic fluff, fluff

Warning: none :)

Summary: Family days are something important for the Sully’s. So, when they are given a day free of the responsibilities as leaders, they spend the day together as a family.

Word count: 1, 395

Translation : Ma’evi = My child

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It was a bright, sunny day when Neytiri and Jake took you out. These types of days were rare because of how busy both Jake and Neytiri were with clan duties, Jake is the Olo'eyktan after all. So, because of that Jake and Neytiri wanted to let you choose where they’ll be exploring today. Last time you all went swimming in the river at eclipse and Jake even taught you how to fish for the first time.

But today, you were quite content with running through the tropical jungle that you called home. The feeling of the soil underneath your feet, and hearing the ruffles of the plants as you move past them.

“Mom, Mom, look!” You yelled with excitement, sparkles in your eyes. Neytiri watched with soft, fond eyes. They were enormous, twisting and contorting in ways that could always take away your breath. Even your father, Jake Sully, is still blown away at the sight of the alien greenery

At the sight of a plant that resembled a water slide, you looked up to your father, pleading with big puppy dog eyes. Jake knew instantly what your intentions were and let out a soft chuckle. He was always the more lenient parent and would let things slide that Neytiri would never dream of. Like that one time, he let you ride on his ikran.

“Can we pleaseeeee slide on them, Daddy?” Adding that at the end would always increase your chances. Jake was a sucker for you.

All he could do was hide his smirk as he turned to Neytiri, giving her the same puppy dog eyes you had given him just a moment before. On your own, she would often say no but to the both of you, she was at your mercy.

And so, with a roll of her eyes, Neytiri could huff and agree. You did a little victory dance before rushing over to begin climbing the plant. You’d often see other people from the clan sliding down them, and it always looked like they were having a blast. Their laughs danced across the air and smile warmed each other's hearts. So of course you wanted to have a turn, wishing for a moment like that with your parents.

Just as you reached the top your mother called up to you “Now, I know this looks fun but you could get seriously hurt if you’re not careful. So listen to me.” She explained what to do and what not to do when sliding down.

You nodded your head and eagerly listened, not wanting to upset your mom by being careless. You watched as Neytiri showed you what to do with her hands, a habit she’d always had when explaining things. And so whatever direction she turned her body in, whether her body was relaxed or stiff, you committed everything to memory.

“Okay baby, you sure you don’t want daddy to go first?” Jake asked you. “No!” You huffed at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “It‘s my turn. Then you can go, Dad.”

And so, you sat at the top of the slide and pushed yourself. Oh, Eywa now this was an experience that was alien to you and yet you welcomed it all the same. Ringing in your ears as you passed your parents and the adrenaline rushing through you. The leaf was soft but sturdy and held your weight comfortably and the wind was pushing against your face, leaving your hair to fly around you.

Seconds later you landed on the floor with a thud, although that was quickly replaced by your laughter. You leaped up from the ground and ran over to your mom. “Did you see? Did you see me, Mom? Eywa, that was so much fun. May I go again, Mom?”

“You did so well, ma’evi,” Your mother praised, a soft smile on her face at your joy. “Now let’s watch your father before you go again, okay?”

Nodding with excitement you quickly stood up, ecstatic to see your father go down the slide. He’s always doing some extra to see your smile. Whether it was shooting two arrows at once or doing loops with his ikran. However, today was not that day as you watched him slide clumsily down the plant and land with a loud painful thud on the ground.

You gasped in horror before rushing over to check on him. “Daddy, are you okay?” You fell to the floor and patted his shoulder in a comforting manner.

Jake lay on the floor groaning in pain but looked up to you, giving you a small smile. “Gimme a second, baby. Just gimme a second.”

Whereas you were concerned, your mother was rather annoyed and unimpressed with her mate but her daughter saw a smirk forming on her face.

“Seriously, Jake?” she questioned him. “Get up, you skxawng. You should be filled with shame, your child is better at this than you.” She kicks him in his side before walking off.

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Several years have passed by and the family has grown. But something that has never changed was the family days. Today it was Netyiri, Neteyam, and you (although now you were older), all sliding down the plant with grace and agility. By this alone it shows that the two of you are definitely your mother’s children.

Once at the base of the plant, the three of you look up to see Jake and Lo’ak.

“It's a shame that Kiri didn't wanna join us,” Neteyam notes while stretching his limbs. “Yea, knowing her, she’s probably running around in her own world.” You chuckle, creating a mental image of what Kiri is doing right now.

When Neteyam saw Lo’ak getting into position, he yelled out, “You got this bro!” He cheered for his brother but you can see the sly smirk on his face. He’s low key hoping that Lo’ak will fall flat on his face.

All of you watched as Jake got into position to slide down as well. Uh oh.

…But then he slipped and while trying to gain balance he grabbed onto something. That something being Lo’ak who wasn’t paying attention AT ALL.

He was more focused on relaying what you and Neytiri have told him and which form to use. All three of you watch as the father and son chaotic duo stumble down the leaf, the complete opposite of how you’ve done it. Neteyam winced at the loud thud their fall caused, and did you hear something breaking??

“Are you guys okay?” Neteyam asks them and walks over. “That must have hurt.” Neither of them answer in favor of trying (and failing) to catch their breaths because the air got knocked right out of them.

“Damn,” Lo’ak groans. “I think I broke something. Or sprained it at the very least.”

“Yea me too..” Jake agreed with him. Netyiri just stares in shock and dismay because they have been both practicing to not fall. At least it wasn’t on their face like last time. Those two somehow always do exactly what she doesn't want them to do.

“Please, Great Mother, give me strength-” Netyiri mutters under her breath, not even sparing a glance to her son and mate.

“Nooo, Lo’ak. You’ve been making good progress too.” You looked down at him in pity.

Neteyam, over his initial worry, is now laughing his ass off. At least someone got something they wanted out of this, and well it is pretty funny. “Like son, like father. Right, (Y/N)?”

Lo’ak looked up at his brother, always looking for a chance to correct his older brother. “Actually, bro, you got it backward. It’s ‘Like father, like son.’”

Jake’ face scrunched up in thought and then nodded. “Yeah, ‘Teyeam he’s right-“

All of you told them to shut up in perfect unison.

“Well in any case, I’m sure our new sibling would be better than you, Lo’ak.” Neteyam taunts with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh shut up!” He yells.

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[banzaitaka]

Hello, it’s me again. Sorry about not checking the characters out. for the platonic, continuation of "Sign of friendship, scenarios could it be Muichiro, Genya and Tanjiro?

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Sign of friendship #1

Sign of friendship #2

Sign of friendship #3

(Y/N) Ubuyashiki was known to be a little, gentle and kind bundle of sunshine. His bright personality could make anyone forget all the gruesome parts of the world at least for a little while, giving them an opportunity to rest and lower their guard.

That’s why everyone was so fond of him, especially the hashira and his father Kagaya.

(Y/N) would often play around the whole place, wether it’d be at his father’s side or wherever one of the hashira’s were training, eating or meditating. The boy truly loved every single one of them. They made him feel safe and secure.

So, one day, he decided to let them know in a special way.

Genya did not understand why one of Ubuyashiki‘s children was so attached to the hashira and insisted on spending time with them, more so that he grew attached to him as well. He was not even qualified to be a regular Tsugoku due to his inability to use breaths, so it couldn‘t be rank- or power-related. “I just like you.“, the reply didn‘t settle down any of his confusion, actually fueled it even furhter, but he decided not to press the subject. There were more important things to attend to, and knowing how respected the oldest son was among the entire circle of high-ranked demon slayers, including his own brother, he deemed it unwise to do anything to possibly upset the boy. Especially after handling his sister the way he did at the final selection.

The young Demon Slayer sat on one of the hospital beds in the Butterfly Estate, he just went through a check up, but due to an injury on his leg, he wasn‘t dismissed yet. So there he sat as he waited to be treated. He could hear hurried footsteps coming closer, and Genya sat up straight, thinking it was one of the girls again. His suspicion proofed to be wrong though as a young boy hurried into the room instead, “Genya!“, the boy‘s smile was bright enough to light up the room, that was for sure. A nod as a greeting seemed to be enough for (Y/N) to jump onto the mattress next to him.

“Hey, are you okay? You‘re coming here very often!“ Right, (Y/N) didn‘t know of the demon-eating-habit of his, “Just a small wound.“ The boy pouted in return, worried. And for a moment Genya thought he was caught in his little lie, until (Y/N)‘s smile returned, “Clumsy, Genya. I got just the right thing for you!“ And next thing he knew, there was a bracelet dangling in front of his face. The design seemed familiar…Right, it was the exact same one (Y/N) wore around his small wrist.

“This will keep you save! Because! It‘s a friendship bracelet, and thus a sign of our friendship!“

The teen had only time to blink in response as his hand was grabbed and the jewelry secured around his wrist. Slowly, but surely a certain warmth spread around Genya‘s body, tinting his ears a soft red. It felt comfortable and welcoming, it made him wonder if his bond to the boy was stronger than he thought.

Muichiro sat beside (Y/N), looking into the sky from his position on the wooden porch while the younger one fiddled with something. What was it again? He glanced to his side, eyeing the items in the child‘s grasp. Oh, right. (Y/N) was making a bracelet for him. His gaze shifted to his own hand, laying lazily across (Y/N)‘s leg. So (Y/N) could check if the bracelet still fit. Yes, that was it.

Muichiro watched the boy attach pieces of paper to the string before putting more beads on it. He watched, but didn‘t really acknowledge what he was seeing, quick to zone out once again. (Y/N) didn‘t mind the lack of actual interaction between the two, left a lot of room for him to hum softly to himself as he worked. Checking the size of the jewelry one last time, he grinned widely, making quick work with the clip to close it secure around the hashira‘s wrist.

“Muichiro!“, the boy giggled, tugging on his hand to get his attention, “Look, look!“

The hashira blinked, giving a small hum of acknowledgment. He held up his wrist to his eye-level. The paper seemed impractical; his first impression. “The sign of our ultimate friendship!“, (Y/N) spoke up again with enthusiasm, “You can write things you forget on the paper so you don‘t forget them!“ “Oh.“

Tanjiro halted in his step as someone shouted for his name. “Ah, (Y/N)! What is it?“, he watched him run towards him in a hurry, immediately kneeling down to the boys level once he reached him, wide eyed with slight worry. Holding a hand on (Y/N)‘s shoulder, he waited for him to catch his breath. “Phuuu….hah…Tanjirooooooo…“, (Y/N) whined, clutching on the teen‘s haori, pulling and pushing at it with clear frustration, “You‘re going already?“

The sad look on the younger one‘s face made Tanjiro sigh out, a sad smile forming on his lips, “Yes, our help is needed.“, for a moment, he looked back to Inosuke and Zenitsu who were calling for him to hurry. He used his other hand to rub (Y/N)‘s head in a soothing manner, like a big brother would, “I‘m sure we‘ll see each other again soon.“

That, however didn‘t seem to be enough, as the boy shook his head in protest, “We‘ll definitely see each other again! Because-“, he pulled out a bracelet, which, by the looks of it, was made in quite a hurry, “Because with this we are bound to meet again often, as it is a sign of our friendship!“ Tanjiro couldn‘t help but coo at the other, taking the bracelet and slipping it on, before taking both the boy‘s hands in his, “That‘s right. And when we meet again, I‘ll make one just like this for you too, to seal our bond even further.“

[williamandmichaelendgame]

We bylers don‘t need to worry

El‘s storyline isn’t about Mike. It‘s about to close gates and help the others. To get her powers back. I mean a little bit, but mike is not the main focus.

Mike‘s storyline is really just about his love and help but mostly fix the relationships with El and Will.

But Will, he has a trauma from his father,that he called him a f*g and doesn’t really like to be gay. And his storyline he helps, to get the mindlflyer out of him, get out of the upside down,

And to fix the relationship between Mike and El, that’s the point.( ik more but now focus on byler)

Please just think… would the duffers think like this,, so mileven is endgame, we used Will’s feelings to help the relationship between Mike and el in S4, even if he has a trauma for being gay from his ugly father and is inlove with Mike” maybe if they have no feelings, maybe then🤗

And we see Mike and Will is not the same like Will and Lucas, Byler have a special ,,friendship”. And the duffers know this.

And i mean ,,but you make her feel like she’s not a mistake at all, like she’s better for being different”…..before this she cried and thought Mike sees her like a Monster and that he doesn’t love her. Ik he said he could not explain it, but sometimes the actions speak louder. And like he had a parallel with Papa thats😨

,,maybe i was a little upset in that moment, but i mean, Im sorry, i just didn’t know what to do” i love the duffers and shawn for this😭 he said in that moment he didn’t know what to do,but then he said,,what did you do, what did you do” so mike you can her confront her 2 times,but yeah you didn’t know what to do

And after this he stood by his ,,friend” and looked at her and saw she was not alright but yeah maybe he thought ,,maybe if she sees that i am looking at her she will be alright but for now,i am upset, i cannot go to her ,but what i can is stand by my friend, even if we had a fight”🥰🥰🥰

They drove home and he was still upset and i mean when he came home he could smile at murray😭 but then he could also say ,,she didn’t looked fine” even Will looked at him like ,,why do i love him”😭

So basically he lied to El in the fight. Liar liar pants on fire 🔥

I don’t want to say he would never say this monologue without Will, but it’s just the facts😔(okay okay maybe one minute later)🥰

And when the song played ,,in the closet” like after ,,we’re friends,we’re friends” ,,we used to be best friends” maybe he thought like some gay things like ,, we should be boyfriends”🤔

I think the duffers didn’t even tried to hide it but like the Milevens cannot accept this fact that it will be real🔥

I can understand that milevens like the romantic scenes between them but it will be not endgame.

And it would not make sense why they would get a new love interest for will after season 4? Like we see he had feelings for mike, so what was the point of this? And they get an intimate scene and flirted for like nothing? I think that would make zero sense.

Byler is endgame and mileven is bones

Ik all i said was figured it out but i just want to get all of it together and then we see how mike doesn’t love her

( and noah recently liked a video about the van scene and the parallel with jancy)

[meowlod]

🦆

“..furi…what the hell..?“

in front of you was furina with a duck in her arms, right in front of the door. just how the fuck did she get a duck?! from where did she get it?

”darling, look! i fed this duck some bread then it came up to me and climbed onto my lap, so i took it onto my arms and bought it home!“ she happily said, jumping up and down with the duck letting out a ‘quack!‘

you‘re too shocked to even speak! you shake your head. ”furina, that‘s a duck! its babies are probably trying to find their parent right now!“

you thought everything wouldn‘t go even worser.. ”Oh, about the babies, yeah…“ furina walks into the house with a few small ducklings following her to the living room with small ‘quack!‘s.

”…“

more ducklings are walking its way into the house to the living room, so you walked over there as well. and yeah, the couch was full of ducklings quacking with their mama in furinas arms. she pats EVERY single of them and bought even at least enough bread to eat for weeks. They‘re for the ducks thought.

you sigh and make place for yourself on the couch then sit down. Some of the baby ducklings climb on top of your lap and you couldn‘t help but smile. Maybe this isn‘t as bad as you thought.

”can we keep them? they‘re so cut—”

“No. We just can‘t take ducks and let them live in our house.“

Furina pouts and sighs in disappointment. Of course, that‘s the reaction you expected. She isn‘t going to stop though.

”…What a shame. But can we buy one? I know a pet shop near us where we can buy pets, and there‘s a duck on sale!“

Taking care of a duck…you never did that before. Other animals like cats, dogs or birds could‘ve worked since you know how to take care of them…but ducks? You gotta google some information on how to take care of them as a duck. ”I..uh..“

You really didn’t wanna upset your wife, and it‘s just a duck, nothing bad. They‘re cute, after all. Maybe you‘ll give the blue woman a chance.

”…Alright, fine.“

Furina jumps up in joy and puts the duck down to the ground before she takes your face in her hands and gives you a big smooch on the lips. “Really?! I‘m so happy…! What about baby ducks?! Can we buy them too? Please? Pretty please?“

Now more? That‘s gonna be even harder to take care of, yet you can‘t really say no to those puppy eyes.

”…fineeeee. But no more ducks after that, okay?

”….can‘t promise you~“

Where the hell did she get that duck obsession anyway? She‘s really an animal lover, you thought.

[dontyouworrydaddy]

sharing my heart

Simon Riley x fem! Reader

summary: The mission went south and now you’re injured…

warning: death, blood, injuries, vomit

I literally wrote his half asleep. So don’t mind the mistakes please :(

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This mission was supposed to be very easy and smooth.

But here you are.

Laying on a ground in the middle of nowhere. Covered in blood. And you have no idea where the rest of your team is. No idea where Simon is.

"Swan! Answer me!" you hear a yell through your radio which pulls you back to reality. The heavy manchester accent… it only belongs to one special someone… It belongs to you Simon.

"I‘m hit" you manage to say while you keep putting pressure on your side, where blood is gushing out like a waterfall. No matter how much pressure you put, it somehow finds it‘s way out of you body as if it’s desperate to leave you. You groan in pain as you try to move. It feels like someone is stabbing you uncontrollably.

"I don’t wanna die" you mumble which causes Simon‘s heart to drop into his pants. He demands you for your exact location and you tell him. There is no was in hell Simon will let you walk out of his life like nothing was going on between the two of you. Like you weren’t supposed to get married after this mission. He has everything planned and the ring is bought. Fuck, he even imagines how cute you‘d look carrying his children. So don’t you dare leave him now. Especially after everyone in his life left him all alone.

Simon never felt more scared. The way he is running towards you in a strange speed. The way the memories of the two of you keeps going through his mind. The way his reaction time got faster.. He is desperate. In the meantime he already contacted Price and the medics to make their way to you.

How is he supposed to life without you? Is it even possible? He doesn’t want to go back to the old Simon. The Simon that would drown himself in alcohol and cigarettes.. The cold simon. He doesn’t want the old Simon back. He despises him. And you know this all too well. You know his life will make him crash against a tree if you leave. You know he won’t be able to handle your death and find a way to blame himself. So you try your best to stay awake, just for him.

But the pain only worsens as the adrenaline wears off. Your hand gets limp and each breath you take it feels like 10 people stabbing you chest like they are hungry for your soul. You can’t help but let a few tears fall down your face as you look at the beautiful sky.

You wonder if it would be possible to be one of the stars. Would you be able to be the brightest star and keep protecting Simon?

"Baby" You hear the british voice speak up next you. Something about his accent just makes you feel like you can let go. Because you know you won’t die alone. "No no no. Don’t you fucking dare close your eyes." he orders you. His hands firmly pressed on your side and he doesn’t dare to take out that huge piece of glass in your side. "I‘m tired Ghost" you mumble as it gets harder for you to keep your eyes open"

"Just hang on a little longer my love. Help is on their way. Focus on me" he says with a comforting tone.

You feel vomit building up in your throat and you can’t help but let it out. But it wasn’t vomit. It was your blood. And as soon as you saw blood gushing out of your mouth and covering your body and Simon‘s Hand with it, you start crying. Everything is too much for you right now and the only thing you want to do is sleep. You want to sleep the stress away and actually get rid of the anxiety.

"I‘m sorry Ghost, I didn’t mean to" you cry uncontrollably as more blood is coming out from the side of your mouth. But instead of him being disgusted or upset, he takes you in his arms and comforts you. "Shhh. It’s okay baby. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine" he replies and manipulates you both into thinking of the best right now. Because that’s what he wants. You to survive.

Fuck he would even switch places if it would be possible. He wouldn’t hesitate for a second.

"Ghost-" He cuts you off by correcting you "Simon. It’s Simon"

"I love you Simon. I love you." you start your sentence as you notice that you won’t have much more time left. Everything around you slowly disappears and the only thing you can focus on is Simon‘s heartbeat going crazy and his voice only. You realize that breathing gets more difficult with each time passing. So you might as well as just use your last breaths on your future Husband.

"I love you. I‘m sorry for what you have to got through after this. But I‘ll be here" you point at his chest, directly on his heart. He actually felt his heat stop beating and his stomach dropped.

"No. nonono. You’re not leaving me" Simon still tries to convince you and himself but you made peace with death a long time ago. A part of you still wants to stay but you both know that there is no way of saving you. Especially after you’re in the grave with one leg. "I love you. It’s not your fault" you said as you took your last breath.

And at that moment, he actually felt your heart stop beating. He actually felt the will to live slip away from him. Is he that hard to love? Why does life keep pushing him like this?

He feels how he’s breaking down and not even Ghost is able to hold Simon back. He doesn’t care about where he is right now. He just hold you close to his body and cries like he never did before. He just witnessed the love of his life die in his arms. He feels a ring in his left ear and wonders if this is the sound of breaking down?

The way you told him you love him tears him apart. The voice of yours is causing him to absolutely let go of everything he is holding back.

He doesn’t acknowledge the presence of his team and the medics trying to pull him away from you but none of them are successful. He will hold on to you as long as he can because when he lets go.. he will never be able to hold you ever again.

He blames himself for your death. Even through there was nothing he could have done to protect you.

He feels paralyzed.. He can’t move as soon as he got ripped apart from you.

He doesn’t want to this to be reality… but no matter how often he blinks, he still sees a white sheet covering your whole body.

[sickiesope]

Heyy<3 I hope it‘s okay if I request something✨ Could you write a sick, sleepy and moody Namjoon who is also on the verge of tears anytime someone raises their voice or when he feels overwhelmed. They are just done with a concert and all members are in their rooms (Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi share a room) Maybe Jin and Yoongi are the caretakers? Only an idea;) Have a wonderful time and thank you so much!!!

This request is from awhile back, sorry for the wait anon! I wrote this fic during a rainstorm!

Sensory overload

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: Jin and Yoongi

TW: very light emeto near end

Namjoon seems to get sick at the absolute worst of times.

The guys just finished a concert and Namjoon is exhausted. He's been on edge all night and can barely stand it anymore. His entire body hurts and he's had an ongoing headache. He pushed through the entire concert, feeding off the energy of army. It worked well and he was able to forget about the pain briefly.

When it's over his ears are ringing and his head throbbing. It's starting to affect his mood. Everyone is talking to him but he can barely comprehend anything. Jungkook and Jimin were both at the same time, trying to get his attention. Hoseok was asking him about his upcoming solo music. Their manager trying to arrange plans for next week. It's all too much at once and he's overstimulated.

Namjoon goes back to his dressing room. He wishes he had it to himself but he's sharing it with Seokjin and Yoongi. Part of him wants to just ask if he could be alone in it but he doesn't want to kick them out and seem rude.

Yoongi comes in and opened the door louder than expected. It frightens Namjoon

"Ugh...please...not so loud.." the leader whimpers to himself. Every little noise freaks him out.

Jin's can of hairspray falls down along with makeup and other things. The noise of it all agitates Namjoon further. "Oh my god.."

Namjoon sits at the table burying his face in his arms. His social battery ran out long ago. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling like he can sleep on the spot.

"Namjoon, wake up. We're not done yet!" Jin gives his shoulder a light shake. The gesture startles Namjoon and he yelps slightly.

Seokjin looks at him weirdly. "Joonah?"

Namjoon's face flushes. What in the world was that? He gets up and promptly leaves the room, wanting to be left alone. He takes off his ear piece and the mic off his shirt. He wants to take his shirt off too, he's still sweating from the show but keeps it on.

Namjoon just paces back and forth in the hallway trying to walk off his anxiety. His headache is getting worse and his stomach feels a bit upset. He avoids the gaze of anyone looking at him, not wanting to engage in conversation. It's nothing against them, Namjoon himself is just having a hard time. All he wants right now is his bed in a dark isolated space. He sees Taehyung and Jungkook start walking his way. He quickly turns around and retreats back to his room.

Namjoon accidentally knocked over the coat hanger, creating more mess and noise. "Ughh, I can't take it anymore!" Namjoon sighs heavily.

"Joonah, what's got you so worked up?" Yoongi asks him calmly. The older can sense the stress on him from a mile away.

Namjoon runs to the trash bin in the corner. He stands over it holding his middle with a distressed face. He gags slightly and spits up a small mouthful. "Ugghh.."

"Joonah! Are you okay??" Jin runs to his aid.

Namjoon wanted to shoo him away but he actually likes the comfort of his hyung's voice.

Seokjin and Yoongi help him to the couch. They take the trash can with them and a box of tissues.

"I'm exhausted hyung" Namjoon whines "everything hurts and I feel sick.."

Yoongi furrows his brows with worry, gently patting his back.

"I just, w-wanna go h-home" Namjoon chokes between sobs.

"It's okay Joonah, we're going home now. The night's over."

Seokjin and Yoongi look at him with great sympathy. Jin gets Namjoon to lie back and gives the leader a shoulder massage. His strong hands feel amazing digging into his sore tense muscles.

[soraokkotsu]

bf!Beomgyu when you feel depressed

comfort, sfw

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• bf!Beomgyu calling and texting you the whole weekend, feeling uneasy because you don’t answer him

• bf!Beomgyu deciding to visit you without warning you beforehand, using the spare keys you gave him, to enter your apartment

• bf!Beomgyu feeling heartbroken seeing you laying in bed, in your darkened room, silently crying by yourself

• bf!Beomgyu pushing your blanket away, so he can lay next to you without anything between your bodies

• bf!Beomgyu hugging you close to his body, softly stroking your back „shhh.. everything is going to be alright, I‘m here“ „I will always be here baby..“

• bf!Beomgyu softly kissing your temple and then slowly coming down to kiss your tear stained cheeks „my Baby was crying all alone hm?“ „please never do this again, don’t cry alone.. if your heart feels heavy, just call me, text me, whatever. I will be there. shhhh. It’s okay baby.“ „Sorry Beomy, I didn’t want to upset you..“

• bf!Beomgyu who dries your tears and pecks softly your lips afterwards „I love you baby, you will never upset me by asking for my presence“ „I love you too Beomy“

• bf!Beomgyu who falls asleep with you in his arms, holding you close to him and not letting you go the whole night, because he is afraid you might feel alone when his body is not pressed against yours

• bf!Beomgyu who is making breakfast the next morning, but burns it, because he was looking at your beautiful face a few minutes too long, forgetting the food on the stove „Beomgyu it smells like something is burning“ „yeah, my heart is burning for you ;)“ „No Beomy, the food is burning!“ „oh no shit!“

• bf!Beomgyu who apologizes and orders you breakfast, because he does not want to try cooking anything else. „Sorry for burning the food, I hope you at least like the breakfast menu I ordered.“ „It‘s fine, I am glad you are here with me. Thanks for being the best boyfriend in the world.. and the most clumsiest.“ „awwee baby, wait HEY I AM NOT CLUMSY!“

• bf!Beomgyu who is attacking you with tickles, to protect his honour, making you laugh loudly. Obviously winning the tickle fight.

• After you catch your breath, Beomgyu kisses you softly on the lips, whispering „I will do anything to make you laugh, even tho I will get the title for being the clumsiest boyfriend. If it’s making you laugh and happy, you can call me clumsy as much as you want“

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I hope you like it 🙂‍↔️