#i need a part two ???? hallo?

[angievue]

her doll ʚɞ billie eilish

in which you're billie's plaything and she promised she'd make you her girlfriend. is she honest?

contains smutt!! billie's manipulative, readers an airhead!! dumbification, degradation, fingering&oral (r recieving), tiny bit of edging? cheating, mentions of alcohol, random oc who's billies gf, billie isnt famous in this

wc 3.9k+

a/n this is my first one shot everr!! feedback is always appreciated!! please know that my grammar is ass and english is genuinely not my first language!! :D

"You know, it's a good thing you're done with that two-timer," your best friend says, causing you to tilt your head in confusion.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

She chuckles lightly as she runs the straightener through her hair effortlessly. "It's a relief you cut ties with Billie. You do know she was never gonna end things with Julie, right?"

Your head snaps back in shock, disbelief evident in your eyes. "No! She told me she was going to make me her girlfriend, but I just had to wait for Julie to get over her."

When Billie first came into your life, it felt like a fairy tale. She was the most captivating person on campus, while you were the sweet, naive girl everyone admired from afar. It seemed like fate had brought you together, except for the fact that she said a girlfriend.

After six months of seeing each other, you finally asked why you couldn't be hers. She gave you excuses, claiming Julie was in a dark place and needed her, but that you satisfied her in ways Julie couldn't. 

You were always a ditz. There was no denying it. You grew up with disappointed parents and weary teachers, it felt miraculous that you even made it to college. Little did you know, that very naïveté was what captivated Billie. She thrived on slipping into your mind, convincing you that she belonged there. She adored the way she could bend your perception, making you believe she alone knew what was truly good or bad for you.

But Julie was always lurking in the shadows of your twisted love. Your encounters with Billie were sworn in secrecy, whispered beneath the canopy of night. Billie never missed an opportunity to tell you how much better you were than Julie; her words both intoxicating and confusing. Yet, despite her relentless cheating, you wondered—if you were so much greater, why didn’t she just end things with Julie?

Eventually, you grew tired of being her secret and decided to end things. And of course, she didn’t take that well. She blew up your phone, relentless and pleading, until you could take no more and finally blocked her. If Billie wasn’t willing to claim you as hers, then you had no choice but to walk away. You vowed to yourself, and your friends, that you wouldn’t look back, even though every part of you longed to.

"It kills me how you're such an airhead, Y/N," she said, her voice sharp with frustration. "She never broke up with her. I saw them together not long ago, wrapped around each other like they were the only two people in the world. She lied to you, just so she could keep fucking you over. Can’t you see that? Now, for the last time, hurry up and finish your hair. We're leaving at nine, and you can’t go looking like this."

You grab the straightner, confused at her words. Before you blocked her, Billie swore to you that she'd break up with Julie and go straight to you, and if she really was going to why would she be seen a couple days ago cuddling up to her? Why would Billie lie to you?

The overpowering smell of stale alcohol and sweat fills the air as you roam the upper floors of the three-story mansion, looking for a quiet room to rest. You lost track of your friends long ago and now feel a bit dazed from the shot of tequila you’ve had.

Parties were never your scene, in fact you’d only attend them if your friends dragged you or if Billie was there. She never misses a chance to eye you hungrily, her lips curling into a teasing smile at the mere sight of you.

You remember one particular night vividly. You were at a Halloween party, wearing the shortest skirt you owned, acutely aware that Billie would likely be eyeing you. As you made your way to the bar, you suddenly turned to find Julie and Billie lips intertwined. Your breath caught in your throat, not just from the sight, but because Billie’s gaze was locked on you, piercing through you as if she were the one kissing you.

Soon after, you recall her telling you to meet her at her apartment, which you did without hesitation. She sat you down and demanded that you beg for her fingers, which you did so obediently. You pleaded and pleaded, tears streaming down your cheeks as she loomed over you, a dark gleam in her eyes and a smirk playing on her lips. She’d blow smoke in your face from time to time to tease you even more, marking you as utterly pathetic for her.

A low groan escapes your lips as you shove a random door open, stepping into a dimly lit room. A perfectly made single bed dominates the space, its crisp white sheets a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in your mind. You stumble further inside, your hazy vision clouding your thoughts, when the sudden thud of the door slamming shut jolts you back to reality.

Turning slowly, your gaze finds itself upon Billie. Her raven hair falls like a dark waterfall around her striking blue eyes, an unsettling beauty that captivates yet confounds you. What was she doing here? Why was she in the same room as you?

She shuts the door behind her and bites her lip, eyeing your pitiful excuse for a skirt. Anger fills your cheeks as you remember what your best friend told you earlier. Even if you didn’t block Billie, she still would’ve lied to you—something you can hardly believe.

“Hi there, sweet thing. Care to explain why I’m blocked?” She leans in slightly, her gaze lingering on your mini skirt, a spark of curiosity mingling with a flicker of desire in her eyes

The way she looks at you drives you wild, igniting a heat that spreads through your entire body. Billie was aware of it—she knew exactly which buttons to push and how to push them. It’s what made you so favourable to her.

You huff in frustration and head towards the bed, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions. Why was she so oblivious to your feelings? You’ve been yearning to be her girl for what feels like an eternity, carrying the weight of your longing like a heavy stone in your chest. The discovery that she never truly ended things with Julie twists in your stomach like a knife, a sickening realization that shatters the delicate hope you had clung to. 

In a swift motion, she grips your waist, halting your escape. With a flick of her wrist, she turns you to face her “What’s your issue?” The challenge hangs in the air, and she furrows an eyebrow, her palm heat against the small of your back, igniting every nerve in your body.

“I’m not talking to you and I don’t ever want to see you again!”

She barks out a laugh, eyes glinting mischievously. “Oh yeah? Is that why you’re still standing here, pretending to be so tough? Maybe you just don’t wanna leave without getting off...”

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you grip the edge of the doorframe, fully aware that you could walk out at any moment. Yet, deep inside, you realize you crave her presence more than you want to admit.

“Whatever! I’m not saying a word to you,” you shoot back, though your voice wavers.

Billie tilts her head, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. She lets you go and you feel empty. She settles down on the bed, patting her lap. “Come sit on my lap, baby. Tell me why you’re so fussy.”

Her stance on the bed gives you an all too familiar feeling back to when you first met; your friends had left you to either get drinks or to get fucked, and you were on the verge of blacking out. You wandered to an unfamiliar room, taking in the scent of frat boys and wavering sex in the air. You sat down on the bed and felt your nerves tense up, until Billie sat beside you.. Billie’s presence had ignited something in you that night, a thrill mingled with fear. You had felt so small, so innocent under her gaze, and yet drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

She leaned in closer, her voice low and sultry, laced with promises that sent shivers down your spine. You remembered the way she brushed a stray hair behind your ear, the soft, lingering touch that made your heart race. She told you how she’s been eyeing you for a while, showering you with compliments about your beauty, how your dress clung to your curves, and how her girlfriend could never compare to you.

Her beautiful gaze had you held captive, and her whispers and promises made you turn into goo. She promised she’d make you hers one day if you let her touch you, which you did, prompting her to steal your virginity. She had promised you that she’d save you from all the evil in the world, calling you naive and unaware. Little did you know, she was the evil who took advantage of you and your mind.

You lock eyes with her and find yourself longing for her, and you obediently lower yourself onto her lap. She bites her lip, holding your gaze as her lips brush against your ear, “So?” she whispers softly.

“You… You told me you broke up with Julie! My friend told me she saw you two together,” you muster the courage to say, blinking away the tears threatening to spill from your doe-like eyes.

“Aww, sweet girl,” Billie coos, her fingers caressing your cheek. “You’ve misunderstood…”

“Really?” You look up at her.

“Yeah, I was just returning some things to Julie after our breakup, and she offered to treat me to ice cream. It was nothing serious, angel.”

You tilt your head, doubt creeping in. “But she said she saw you two cuddling!”

Billie blinks, and for a fleeting moment, you see her features go dark before her expression softens. She smiles, “That was just me comforting her; her cat had passed away recently.”

You nod, comprehension dawning. You internally smiling, realizing that Billie would never lie to you. She did break up with her. Right?

“I hope she’s alright,” you say, feeling a pang of sympathy.

“Mmm,” Billie murmurs, her hands exploring your body, slipping beneath your skirt, and grasping your flesh with a roughness that makes you whine.

“You make the prettiest noises baby.”

She shifts your position, leaving you sprawled with your back against the bed.  With a teasing smirk, she pulls up your skirt, mumbling about how you aren’t wearing shorts under your skirt.

She let her fingers hover over your clothed cunt, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Does.. Does this mean I can be your girlfriend, Billie?”

She didn't spare you a glance, instead focusing her gaze intently on your pussy and giving it a firm slap.  “My dumb baby thinks she can block me and cut me out? How pathetic..” She teased your entrance through your underwear, making you whimper as you squeezed your hands against her arm.

“Please, Billie..”

She licks her lips with a predatory gaze. The way your tits spill out of your dress and the way you blink up at her so innocently drives her crazy. You’re her doll, and she can mold and manipulate you at her will…

“Beg baby. Tell me you’re my doll who I can do whatever I want to with.” You hesitate, your thoughts consumed by conflicting emotions about Julie and how you really longed for Billie to be yours. Memories of having to meet up privately flood your brain, you long for publicity with her. 

She drew circles against your entrance, maintaining unwavering eye contact and challenging you to beg for her. No matter what, you couldn't help but stare into her cold, blue eyes as they taunted you.

"Please, make me your girlfriend, Billie..." You choke out, revealing your true desires.

She rolled her eyes and sucked in a breath, impatient. "I will. Now shut up and beg for it, bunny. Don't you want to feel good against my fingers?"

You blinked, your mind slow to process her words. "I… I’m your doll and... You can do whatever you want to me," you admitted, your voice soft and uncertain. You were always so needy, so desperate for her. It was pathetic, but you didn't care. All that mattered was Billie.

She chuckled softly, her hand reaching out to cup your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. "Good girl," she praised, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Such a good, needy girl."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching in your throat. You swallowed hard, your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into her touch. God, you were such an airhead, so easily manipulated, so eager to please. It was embarrassing, but that’s what drove Billie insane, you're her own personal doll.

Billie’s hand started to travel, her fingers trailing down your thigh, inching closer and closer to the apex of your legs. 

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper, but it escaped anyway. Her touch was electric, setting every nerve ending on fire.

"Quiet, sweet girl," she whispered, her voice soothing yet commanding. "Let me take care of you."

You could feel yourself melting under her words, your body relaxing against the plush chair. Your skirt was already riding up, exposing more of your thighs, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was Billie.

Her fingers finally reached their destination, slipping between your folds with practiced ease. You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily against her hand. She gave your pussy a slap, her fingers lashing against your sensitive flesh.

"Keep still," she observed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Already dripping... What a slut you are."

The degrading words should have made you cringe, but instead, they only served to heighten your arousal. You moaned softly, your head falling back as you surrendered to the sensations she was stirring within you.

"Mmm," you moaned, your voice breaking as another wave of pleasure rolled through you. You felt like you were melting against her fingers.

Her fingers delved deeper, finding your clit and giving it a firm pinch. You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your climax. Red heats up your cheeks, embarrassed you finished quite quick, but that’s what drives her insane, she wasn’t done with you yet. She continued to stroke and toy with your sensitive nub, prolonging your orgasm until you thought you might lose your mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she withdrew her hand, leaving you gasping for breath and trembling. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she licked your slick off her fingers then llifted them to your lips, watching you licking them slowly and seductively.

"Mmm, she could never have a pussy as sweet as yours," she purred, her gaze locked onto yours. "Such sweet, needy pussy."

You could barely form a response, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what she'd just done to you. All you could manage was a weak whimper.

But Billie wasn't satisfied with that. She leaned in even closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "tell me you’re a slut baby. A useless dumb slut all for me."

You hesitated, your mind racing as you tried to find the right words. She nudged you with her knee, a silent reminder that she wouldn't be patient forever.

"I... I'm your dumb, needy slut," you finally stammered, the words spilling out in a rush. "Your dirty little plaything."

Your words surprised you, she could mold you into whatever she wanted. Earlier in the night you were pleading to be her girlfriend and now you don’t care what you are to her.

A satisfied smile spread across her lips. "Good girl," she said, patting your cheek gently. "And now, let's see how much more you can take before you completely break."

With that, she rose, her fingers once again reaching for your skirt. This time, she yanked it up higher, revealing your drenched pussy to the world. You whimpered, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but there was nothing you could do to stop her.

"Spread your legs," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.

You obeyed without question, parting your thighs wide open for her. She knelt down in front of you, her eyes roaming over your glistening folds with obvious delight.

"Beautiful," she breathed, her fingers dipping back into your slick heat. "So fucking beautiful."

You moaned, your body arching towards her as she began to tease you once more. This time, however, she wasn't content with just fingers. No, she wanted something more…

Billie stood between your legs, her eyes dark with lust as she stared down at you. Her lips twisted into a cruel smile, revealing teeth that glinted menacingly in the faint light. She leaned closer, her breath hot against your inner thigh, and whispered, "You’re nothing but my personal little slut, aren’t you? A pathetic whore.”

Her words stung, cutting deep into your already fragile self-esteem. But there was something about the way she said them, the way her voice dripped with disdain, that made your breath hitch in your throat. You wanted to deny it, to scream back at her that she was wrong, but the truth was, she wasn’t. Not entirely. Deep down, you knew she was right. Knew that you were weak, that you needed someone like her to take control, to control your every action, to make you feel something other than the numbness that had settled over you.

Billie must have sensed your hesitation, because her smile grew wider, more sinister. "That’s what I thought," she purred, her fingers trailing up your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "But don’t worry, sweetie. I’m going to make sure you remember just how much of a whore you really are."

With that, she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to flick against your clit. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to your core, making you gasp and arch your back. But Billie wasn’t done. She let out a low chuckle, her breath warm against your sensitive flesh, and then began to circle your clit with the tip of her tongue. Slowly, deliberately, she increased the pressure, her movements almost taunting in their precision.

"Do you like that?" she asked, her voice mocking as she continued to tease you. "Do you like feeling my tongue on you, making you squirm? Or is it too much for my dumb baby?”

Your mind was a tangled mess of conflicting emotions. On one hand, you hated her for the way she spoke to you, for the way she reduced you to nothing more than a plaything for her amusement. But on the other hand, her words—no, her entire presence—had a strange effect on you. They made you feel... alive. Like the emptiness inside you was finally being filled, if only by pain and humiliation.

"That’s it," Billie murmured, her tongue now flicking back and forth over your clit in quick, sharp strokes. "Beg for it. Beg me to keep going, my little baby."

The command sent a shiver down your spine, your resolve crumbling under the weight of her dominance. You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was moan, your hips bucking against her tongue as the pleasure built inside you.

"Beg,” Billie demanded, her voice harsh, unyielding. "My little slut. Don’t you dare try to ever run away from me again. You belong to me."

The words tumbled out of you in a rush, your voice trembling with both shame and arousal. "Please... please don’t stop... I need you to... I love... I wanna..."

Before you could finish, Billie pulled away, leaving you panting and desperate. She looked down at you, her expression cold and calculating. "Need me to what?" she asked, her tone sharpening with impatience.

"I need you to make me forget," you blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper. "Make me forget how worthless I am..."

For a moment, Billie just stared at you, her eyes narrowing as she processed your words. Then, she let out a low, satisfied hum. "Good girl," she said, her voice softening just enough to send a thrill of excitement through you. "But just so we’re clear, you’re not allowed to come until I say so. Understand?"

You nodded quickly, your body trembling with anticipation. Billie smirked and then returned her attention to your throbbing clit, her tongue sliding back into place with a slow, deliberate pressure that left you gasping. This time, however, she didn’t tease. Instead, she dove right in, her tongue swirling around your clit in broad, sweeping circles that sent waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"Ahh... fuck... Billie..." you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as your body arched up towards hers, desperate for more.

"Shhh," Billie soothed, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she continued to lap at you. "Just relax, angel girl. Let me take care of everything. You don’t need to think anymore. Just feel."

Her words echoed in your mind, wrapping around your thoughts like a vice, squeezing tighter and tighter until all you could focus on was the sensation of her tongue on your skin. The world outside the bedroom faded away, leaving only the two of you locked in a battle of wills—hers to dominate, yours to submit.

And yet, as much as you hated to admit it, part of you reveled in it. In the way she made you feel, in the way she took control and forced you to confront your deepest, darkest desires. It was as if she had unlocked something inside you, something primal and raw, and now that it was free, there was no going back.

Billie must have sensed the shift in your demeanor, because she suddenly changed tactics, her tongue dipping down to flick at the entrance of your pussy before plunging inside. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and surprise that left you gasping for breath.

"Oh God... Billie...!" you cried out, your body jerking as she continued to thrust her tongue deeper, exploring every inch of you with an intensity that left no room for doubt.

"Good girl," she murmured again, her voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh as she spoke. "That’s it. Just let go. Let me make you forget everything."

And with that, she sealed her lips around your clit, sucking gently as her tongue continued to work its magic. The combination was too much, too intense, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, your body trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please... please let me come..." you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

But Billie wasn’t done yet. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she watched you squirm beneath her. "Not yet," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "We’re just getting started."

You whine at her words, desperate for a release. Everything was at her will, and it was clear that you truly were her doll. 

a/n sorry i got kinda lazy at the end idk!! hope you enjoyed to some extent! this is my first time actually writing smut so idk how i didd plz give some feedback :D

[runningupthatvecna]

somna. how dare you write about me like that.

i don't have a balcony but below my apartment there's a neighbour who smokes. this felt persönlich. danke for sharing your beautiful brain with us <3

now i want that neighbour to be eddie and this will be all i can think about for the foreseeable future

One of my neighbors likes to smoke weed on their balcony and despite me having no idea who that person is, it's comforting when it gets warmer outside and my window is open more often and I can smell them smoke. It's like a little daily ritual, always at the same time.

I like to imagine they feel the same about my incense smoke wafting out of my window; a little sandalwood greeting. Although I don't have fixed times for that. anyway.

now make it an Eddie meet cute or something

[woso-dreamzzz]

School

Hardersson x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You have a bad first day

The school is fancy.

It's private (the only one that Magda and Pernille could find on short notice) and you get put into a fancy uniform.

Magda thinks that a school blazer is too much for such a little girl to be wearing but it was the uniform policy so she bought it. You look incredibly grown up, perhaps too grown up for the little baby that used to sleep in her arms and cry when she hid your dummy.

Now though, she's the one crying.

"Magda," Pernille whispers," Smile. You're going to make her cry too."

Magda doesn't really think you need her help for that. You cling to her hand tightly, scuffing the ground with your fancy new shoes. You flinch every time a child goes past you and you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

Magda puts on the biggest, fakest smile she can manage and tries to look encouraging.

You give her a weak smile back before shuffling forward and then back towards her again.

"Hallo!" A stern looking woman says from the classroom door.

"Hallo," You whisper back.

Magda stiffens when the woman gives you an odd look. She knows why though. You speak German very well but on certain words, you have the tiniest of accents and it's clear that this woman picks up on it.

Magda tightens her grip on you as Pernille talks to the teacher.

"Hey," She says," I love you."

You look towards the classroom where kids your age are running about and screaming.

"Don't want to," You whisper," Morsa, I don't want to."

"I know," She says," I don't want you too either but we're both going to be very brave and get through today."

"No," You say," No, I don't want to be brave. I want to go home." The little crinkle in your brow appears and your bottom lip wobbles.

"It's okay," Pernille joins you both now, cupping your face and smoothing out your crinkle," Just a few hours and then we'll pick you up and we'll go back to training."

You sniffle. "I want to go to training now."

"I know," Pernille says," But you've got school first."

You huff and look back at the classroom and the stern lady waiting for you.

"The sooner you start school, the sooner you can leave," Morsa promises you and that's enough to get you moving.

Two hours into your school day, you decide that you don't like it at all.

Your classmates are mean and the little boy who sits next to you pulls your hair and spits. It's very gross.

Your teacher isn't nice either. You don't think she likes you either. She's kind of mean and speaks very quickly to you as if to catch you out with something.

Your German is good and Momma and Morsa have been teaching you to read at home but it's a little slower reading in German than your other languages.

You know you can read Swedish and Danish well because Momma and Morsa focus on that at home and you can read English too because sometimes Jessie and Niamh would help you while you sat on the bench with them.

You didn't really have anyone to read German with but you know how to read in your other languages so it's kind of the same and all you need to do is sound out the words.

You don't know why she's picking on you because everyone else is struggling too. It's not your fault.

"We speak German here. Not English," She says a bit spitefully but, strangely, in English when you pass her for breaktime.

That makes an icky feeling appear in your stomach and you sit by yourself at break on the playground.

Your other classmates seem to have picked up on the weird atmosphere your teacher has created around you because nobody comes to play with you.

You've never really had much interaction with kids your age so you're not too sure whether you should invite yourself into someone else's game or wait for them to invite you. You don't want to make people not like you more.

So, you sit at the very edge of the playground and dig at some weeds with a stick. You want to go and play football with the boys but you saw them turn away another girl who wanted to play earlier so you stay far away.

Your day doesn't really get better because after break your teacher is still very mean and she gets an annoyed and somewhat angry look on her face when you burst into tears.

She sends you by yourself to the reception lady, who takes one look at you and gives you tissues to dry your face before calling Momma and Morsa.

The receptionist woman is nice and you wish she was your teacher instead of the mean woman because she shares half her chocolate bar with you while you wait.

Momma and Morsa come quickly, still in their training kits and you burst back into tears all over again.

You curl yourself into Momma and sob. "Don't want to do school anymore," You choke out," Don't make me. No more!"

Momma hushes you softly, tucking you into her so you have some semblance of privacy. She picks you up too as Morsa spits venom at the poor reception lady who, quite graciously, accepts it in her stride.

"So mean," You explain to Momma as you both sit in the car," She's so mean. Momma, she's picking on me." You tug off your blazer and pull at your shirt. "I don't want to go back."

"I know you don't," Momma says," But-"

"No!"

Morsa opens the door and slams herself into her seat in annoyance. "That foul, foul, pathetic excuse for a teacher," She bites out," I told you, didn't I, Pernille? That I got bad vibes off her?!"

"I know, Magda," Momma says quietly," Let's just get back to training and discuss it tonight..." She jerks her head towards you and you know that means this conversation will be had when you're in bed and asleep.

You wish they would include you but you also know that this conversation will be long and boring with lots of adult topics that will probably get confusing.

"Hey," Morsa says, wiggling your knee as Momma starts the car," We're going to head back to training. Your gloves are in your practice bag, if that will make you feel better?"

You nod.

That would make you feel better.

[simplyvyn]

"THIS IS MY DEAR LOVER."

Hii!! I hope ur doing great! I'm that reader who loves ur kaiser fic last week hehe :] it's been over a week, so I wonder if reqs are open rn but I'd love to suggest a Kaiser x (german) fem reader who's really close to her father and wants to bring Kaiser to meet him 🥺 gn reader should be fine too!! Thank u♡ -req !

M. Kaiser x reader | wc: 1.8k

Warnings: ooc kaiser like very, implied fem! reader, fluff, crack or maybe not, german typings w/translation!, german! Reader

"Mikka!!" You shouted as you went into the living room where your lovely but not lovely boyfriend is there.

"You don't need to shout my name, Mein Liebling." He looks at you from the side and went back to his book that he was reading. He raised his reading glasses to fix it till you sat next to him making his focus on to you. You took the opportunity to speak.

"Meine liebe, look!! Wait no, don't look. I'll be the one to tell you." You cleared your throat and sat up straight while Kaiser closed his book and continued resting his head on his hand.

"My sehr geliebter Eltern, wants to meet you, mein lieber Liebhaber." You squealed as you held your hands as if you were truly excited.

"Well for context, i have been talking about you to my father, and if your gonna ask, its part gute dinge part part schlechte dinge. But they liked you!"

Thats what you thought. And here your boyfriend was kind of overthinking. Your parents liked him? As if! What if when they actually meet, your father will beat him up? Part schlechte dinge? Did your parents judge him for it? What if your father is like his? All his thoughts were completely opposite of yours.

Unlike his, your thoughts were more.. What should we do first? Where should they meet? Where should they eat? You were quite excited. But that completely changed your mind when you saw Kaiser, he was surprised. You can't tell if its good or bad, he didn't look angry nor happy. More like fear?

"I know what I'm assuming is so out of character for you but.." Your two hands sneaked up to hold his. "He really does like you. I'm 200% sure he won't assume anything negative at all."

"That is, if you're busy or have a match or practice. When are you available." You asked and he snapped out of his thoughts. "I guess tomorrow. Any time is fine."

"Eeeekk! Ich liebe dich so sehr!" You wrap your arms around his neck as you hug him. "Its gonna be very fun, i promise." You said as you sat down and laid your head on his shoulder while you text your parents. He thought he never saw you as much happy as you are now. You seem to be quite fond to your father. He was quite selfish yet even he was shocked. He was happy that your happy with your father.

That was fast. That tomorrow was already is today. He let you choose his clothes honestly. You just said for him to pick on his own and say that any is fine. Just not too formal. And he understood the assignment by the way.

He drove you guys to your old house or province. Your house wasn't too big. It was just perfect for a family. Kaiser took a notice to that. He parked your car and then went out to rush to your side of the car and opened it.

"Thanks, schatz." As you come out. Only theb you realized he was quite more.. quiet than his usual smug personality is.

Pinch.

"Stop being so nervous. 'Ts just my dad! You'll br fine." You pinched his cheeks."

"I didn't say anything!"

You knocked on the door awaiting for your dad and to your surprise, he's the one to open the door with your mom peeking from the kitchen.

FULL GERMAN TYPINGS START HERE!

"Hallo, Kleiner!" (Hello, little one!) Your dad spoke.

"Hallo, lieber vater! Das ist mein Geliebter, Michael." (Hello, dear father! This is my lover, Michael.) You spoke, introducing your partner to your father.

"Haha! Ich hätte nicht erwartet, dass er schöner aussieht, als Sie sagten. Sie übertreffen meine Erwartungen." (Haha! I didn't expect him to look more handsome than you said, you exceeded my expectations, young man.) You nudge your father with your elbow.

Haha, du brauchst einen gutaussehenden Mann für eine schöne Frau, weißt du? (Haha, you need a handsome man for a beautiful daughter you know?) Kaiser shook hands with your father and then you hit Kaiser with your elbow. He still had his ego.

Eventually, you two sat down at the dining table to talk with your dad while your mom cooks up food.

"Ich habe tatsächlich etwas von Deutschlands Nationalgericht, Sauerbraten, gekauft." (I actually bought some of Germany's national dish, sauerbraten.)

Honestly you were shock when he took out the food. You didn't even know he had brought some. How? Did he already prepare it? Or did he order it? Wait, is he trying to make a first good impression? That's funny.

Your mom squealed from the kitchen. "Sauerbraten? das ist eines meiner Lieblingsgerichte!" (Sauerbraten? this is one of my favorite dishes!)

Your father and your mother thanked him for the food and your dad decided to talk about your lover for a while.

FULL GERMAN TYPINGS ENDS HERE!

You have to admit, even you were slightly nervous. Its the first time in a while that your dad had slight tension.

"So, Michael. Do you have a job currently?" Your dad asked.

"Dad, i already tol-"

"I'm not sure if you're familiar with me but, I'm a famous soccer player in german right now. I have a match coming up next week, you should watch me." Then he brought out two front row seat tickets, one for your mom, one for your dad.

"None tickets for my daughter?" That definitely gave you more tension.

"She already has three front row seat tickets to my next three match. Including to the tickets i gave you, sir." SIR? KAISER WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

"Wait, may i ask, what's your last name?" My dad asked.

"Oh, Kaiser. Michael Kaiser." He answered politely.

"Oohh! Now i remember you, i remember seeing that tattoo on your neck somewhere. You're from Bastard München. Correct?"

Kaiser chuckled and answered, "Yes, sir. Its my pleasure to meet you." Then Kaiser shook hands with him again. You hope your dad don't see that as provoking him.

Your dad laughed.

"I like you, young man! You better marry my daughter soon, okay?"

"Dad!"

Then your mom asked from the kitchen, "Speaking of, how long have you two been together?"

Cough, cough

"A year.. and a half." You both answered at the same time.

"WHAT! and you didnt plan to tell us?!" Your mom answered. Then your father spoke.

"Only you, dear. Half of the year, your daughter has been chatting me about her boyfriend."

"Dad !" You called your dad, while Kaiser just laughed from it.

Wait. Laugh? Thats not much in Kaisers vocabulary. Wow, and he seemed much cuter when he has a genuine one. What a pretty boy. Maybe you are lucky.

"I'm expecting more from you, soccer prodigy of germany! I'm glad you have chosen my daughter." Your dad chuckled and even Kaiser laughed.

"Is that supposes to be an insult, dad?.." you answered with a sigh.

"I am glad too. Very glad."

Little did you know, his hand was sneaking up to yours under the table, holding it firmly but with gentleness.

"Food's done! Lass uns essen!" (Let's eat!) Your mom spoke from the kitchen as she walked to the dining room, putting down the food as she sat down next to you father.

"Now, i'll be the one asking questions to Michael." Your mom said with a grin to your father.

"Say, Michael, i expect that you and my daughter didn't do anything wrong, right? I don't want a police coming to my house.."

"Mom! I would never even!"

"Mrs. L/N, I assure you, those are not in my vocabulary. Other than being the best in soccer, and winning, taking care of and protecting your daughter might already be my top priority."

Your mom squealed. "Such words! I expect good from you Sir Michael, i'm also telling this to you, Y/N." Your mom then glared at you glare back.

"Oh please, wanna know my vocabulary? Its having patience with him." And your parents just laugh it of, while your looking at a blushing mess Kaiser.

He didn't expect he'd even be in a table like this with parents. And you. This is quite relaxing. Maybe he should have more of these. Kaiser thought.

Mein liebling - My darling

Der Schatz - dear

Mein liebe - my love

sehr geliebter Eltern - my beloved parents

mein lieber Liebhaber - my dear lover

Ich liebe dich so sehr - i love you so much!

A/N: chat im sorry if this is short☹️☹️ reqs r always open! Sorry if this took long too, requester..😓 I ALSOXWANT TO APOLOGIZE IF MY GRAMMAR IS SUPER BAD HERE... german, nor english is my first language😥

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Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hii!

Could you do more nefero and F!Reader?

Hallo! yes ofc love these two

Male nefera x fem! Reader

She/her

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Fluff/Simp Nefero/sensual insinuations (hope that's alright it's not that strong but it implied they sleep together)

Headcanons! ( I liked the headcanon I made for clawdeen x reader requests so I'm making it for this couple. I hope you like it!!)

This is the present 18/19 pair (guess who's older hehe)

(If it's not what you wanted and you wanted just Fluff headcanon or short fluffy story,please request it again with a promt that can help me and I'll write the fluffy story for you, I don't like the thought that it's not what you wanted and I like to correct if the sensual insinuations made you uncomfortable )

(I'll only make changes if anyone just wanted Fluff and didnt seem to specify, only time I'll change something but you'll have to request again)

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-Nefero is the type of boyfriend to buy you anything you tell him you want but it's not In a "buy me this that i told you" it's a "i'm thinking about buying this book/eyeshadow palette"t and you want his opinion and a day later he's got it for you

"Nefie you really didn't have to-" you were interrupted "Nonese my jewel I wanted too plus I have to say that this pallet will look amazing with your makeup"

- he loves to be chest to chest with you hugging, seeing your gorgeous face/eyes and soft lip gloss covered lips makes him go crazy, so he'll end up kissing you and your neck while you giggle and put your hands through his hair sometimes tugging at the root cause that makes him melt.

- cuddling you is his hobby, you as the little spoon as he holds your waist his head in the crock of your neck inhaling your vanilla perfume, his hands will then go to your hip dips and he'll just have them there squeezing them at times while your busy playing a silly phone game.

"Yeah Nefie?" You ask "Nothing my jewel just wanted to squish you hehe" he giggles his voice vibrating at the back of your neck making you blush cause wow is he fine especially with his morning voice! Just thinking about it makes you melt

-speaking of squeezing your hip dips he'll squeeze them if your sitting on his lap facing him while you prep his face with kisses or when watching drama shows you turned around, he love your thighs looking at them, sitting on the floor in between them and if your wearing shorts he'll kiss the inner part of your thighs, he knows it's one of your favorite things you let him do.

-Nefero always goes with what you want and wants him to do with you. He's your personal sugar daddy but he's your actual boyfriend that NEEDS to spoil you rotten but you always stay humble.

-bless the undead soul of any manster that tries to flirt with you. He's towering over them like it's nobody's business. The same goes for you to any ghoul you are also tall so you can bring a ghoul down especially with your glare. It's not like they can steal him from you he's practically one step closer to tattooing your hickeys you give him

-he'll take you on dates every Saturday night to you guys favorite restaurants yes restaurants he'll tell his servants to make a wheel with all the options and you spin it, he loves how you light up and clap your hands in excitement

- when you and him go out on theses dates he'll wait outside sitting at the edge of your bed holding one of your plushies on his lap,as you get change you'll then model for him in three dresses and he decides which one goes well with his and you give your take,it's a nice conversation of just fashion coordination.

-Nefero can't deny the way you make him feel 24/7,365 so he's giving you mountains of gifts books,flowers, perfumes, clothes anything he thinks you'll like and they he just KNOWS you'll love

-Nefero loves your feminine style the skirts and dresses, jumpers with embroidery, bell bottoms with a cute top,he's on his knees

-His favorite thing you do is when you wear a red lipstick and kiss his face and neck letting every jealous ghoul know that he's yours.

-another last thing for now is that you lay on his body when sleeping over and just be calm as he strokes your hair happy to have you with him,he thinks great fully that you actually gave him a chance even after hearing all his dumb stuff he did he's just so thankful for having his jewel, his queen the goddess sent from heaven be his one and only love.

[meazalykov]

invisible string theory

lena oberdorf x uswnt!bayern!reader

part one - part two - part three

another year of your happy relationship goes by when you’re at the world cup with the united states. 

in australia, you sat in your hotel room– a little sad that your closest friend, mallory, got injured pretty badly in the game against ireland. she had to get surgery and won’t see the pitch for a very long time. 

luckily, you shared a room with your new friend trinity. however, its 6am and she’s in a deep sleep after the late training from the night before. 

so, in order to not wake trinity up– you facetimed lena from the bathroom. you stood at the counter and washed your face as the sound of the facetime was waiting for lena to pick up. 

yes, its 6am, but lena gave you the rundown of her schedule. she is supposed to wake up at 6 before her national team breakfast at 6:45am

“hallo!” you heard another voice yell as you wiped your face off with a towel. not being able to see for a few seconds, you thought that you accidentally called the wrong person. 

however, you wiped your eyes and seen jule on the screen– her usual smile shines as it looks like she is sitting on a patio. 

“hey jule! how are you?” you say excitingly. jule being lena’s closest friend at wolfsburg (along with svenindis) you built a good bond with them– even though they’re lena’s friends. 

“i’m great. obi is in the bathroom and i heard her phone going off– i ignored it at first but when i saw it was you, i had to answer because i wanted to speak to you.” jule says. 

you pout, smiling as you never realized how much lena’s friends adore you for making their friend happy. 

“jule i can give you my phone number if you ever want to talk.” you told her. 

jule agrees and you give her your phone number to type into her own phone. 

after you did that, you heard another voice on facetime.

“jule! i was looking for my phone.” lena laughs. 

jule smiles as she’s looking at you on the facetime before lena picks up the phone. 

“ohhh! so that’s why you had my phone.” lena sees you and looks over at jule before taking her phone inside their hotel room. 

“guten morgen liebe” lena blushes as she sees you putting on eye cream in your hotel bathroom. 

“guten morgen liebe” you repeat as you blend in the product into your skin. 

one thing lena loved was seeing you do your casual morning/afternoon/night routine while on facetime. she is excited for the day that she can live with you and see it in person. 

“you know what today is!?” lena giggles. 

today, your country will be facing the netherlands in the second group stage match. 

the media had a joke that the netherlands were going to seek revenge on you. not the united states– you. 

lena started participating in that joke when she saw it come across her tiktok for you page. 

after your goal against them in the last world cup final, the netherlands had a point to prove with you. 

“i do know what today is– hopefully we win.” you say as you apply facial moisturizer on your face. lena sits her phone down as she looks at herself through the camera, pulling her hair up to put into a messy bun. 

“i hope you do too. you’ll need to win in order to get beaten by us in the final.” lena laughs. you giggle and roll your eyes playfully as you pick your phone up. 

unfortunately, that scenario wouldn’t happen. 

as you’re sitting in your hotel room watching germany play south korea, your stomach feels like its been on a roller coaster. 

your country has already qualified for the round of 16, but lena’s team has to WIN against south korea in order to advance. 

you shut your computer dramatically as the whistle blew from the refs. since the stadium is in another area from yours, you couldn’t watch lena with germany unfortunately. 

trinity, alyssa, sophia, and savannah look at you with confusion, empathy, and realization when they see you open up your macbook again, watching in horror as germany was eliminated in the group stages. 

“germany is eliminated?” sophia asked, they’re aware of your relationship with the german girls due to the club you play at. they’re aware of your relationship with the wolfsburg midfielder, a bond that they (silently) wished they had with someone. 

you looked up at her nodding your head, you were heartbroken for lena. 

remembering what happened with her at euros and the champions league final against barcelona– you were crushed, you couldn’t be there to comfort her this time since you were with your own team. 

for a couple of hours– more like all day– you didn’t hear from lena. that was okay with you– you weren’t obsessive and knew that lena needed space. 

you occupied your time by going on an adventure with some of your uswnt teammates. savannah, emily, and kristie invited you to go get gelato with them– which you agreed to. 

when the entire national team heard the news about germany’s elimination, they knew that you’d feel hurt for lena and your bayern teammates. kristie, in particular, understands since her girlfriend plays on another national team too. 

while you were grabbing gelato, which was already 8pm at this point, your phone vibrated in the back of your jean pocket. 

when you saw lena’s contact, you immediately accepted, excusing yourself from your teammates to go outside of the gelato place– sitting down on a random picnic table. 

“hallo liebe.” you spoke softly, understanding how hurt she might be. 

she called you instead of facetiming you as well, you knew that she didn’t want you to see her so upset. 

“hiiii.” lena dragged out. 

you frown as you hear the raspiness of her voice. 

“you did amazing obi.” you reassure lena, knowing she is beating herself up about this exit from the world cup. 

“it wasn’t enough though.” lena protests. 

“lena!” you say. she knew you were serious when you said her name instead of her nicknames. 

“colombia played dirty, you tied with south korea, and your team did amazing against morocco– you’ll be hurt for a while but I promise things will get better.” you say, your serious tone was clear through the phone call. 

“i just wanted to win so badly, i want to see you happy.” lena says. 

“obi, you make me happy everyday. you’re the best thing i could’ve ever asked for, i don’t know what i did to deserve such a great person like you. you’re an amazing midfielder as well, one of the best! you’ve surpassed me! i’m happy for you everyday even if this wasn’t the outcome we wanted for yourself.” you say. 

lena and you talked for another ten minutes, discussing things that she can now look forward to. 

when you had to go, you reassured lena that she did great– even if she doesn’t believe that herself. 

little did you know, it was only three days later when lena would be comforting you. 

in the penalty shootout against sweden, you were the first penalty taker. after you made your penalty, you had a high hope about the us having a small chance of making it through. 

lena didn’t tell you this, but she was in the crowd along with some of your bayern teammates from germany. sydney, klara, and lea were there along with laura from frankfurt. you thought lena went back home to wolfsburg. 

she held onto lea’s arm for relief and cheered dramatically when you made your penalty. 

you stood in the line beside julie ertz and sophia smith, afraid as your worst nightmare became a reality. 

when hurtig scored the final penalty, your breath almost got stuck in your throat as VAR had to review the replay. even though you were an optimistic person, you knew deep down that your 2023 world cup campaign ended here. 

the refree blew the whistle and pointed to the middle and all of the swedish players in yellow ran in excitement. at the same second, it seemed like all of the noise was canceled out from your ears as you stared in horror. 

what went wrong? you first asked yourself. nothing should’ve. you scored once against vietnam, scored the only goal against the netherlands, and cleared a goal that could’ve put portugal above you guys on the group stage table. there’s nothing else you could’ve done. 

as you walk towards the benches, alex was the first to hug you tightly. she knew how much this meant to you, yes even after scoring in the world cup 2019 final and winning. 

somehow, you wanted to prove to yourself that you’ve grown since being 17 and 18 years old, the version of you that won a world cup and champions league. 

the team got in a circle and discussed that it was a “good run” and things needed to “improve”

you agreed on the last part. 

in the crowd, you looked around at the crowd dressed in red, white, and blue. you believed that you failed them. you failed the little girls that had your last name with your national team number, “17” on the back. somehow, you felt like you were being mocked for losing such a big competition after winning the last two. 

the tears poured down your face and wouldn’t stop. you tried to pretend like you weren’t crying, but it was no use. you sat down on the grass and held your head in your hands as you realized that there was no “quarter finals,” or ‘semi final” in your immediate future.. you’re going back to munich. 

as you cried more, you felt four arms wrap around your body from all sides. you didn’t look up, believing that it was someone from your national team. 

“y/n, you played so well!” you heard the familar swedish accent in your ear. 

you wiped your tears with your hands before looking up. 

madga and fridolina were hugging you as you continued to cry. madga knew how hard this game was for her, since you look at her as a mentor and friend. 

“please don’t hurt yourself over this.” fridolina spoke up. 

you never played with fridolina, but lena did at wolfsburg. fridolina knew you well enough to know that you were a sensitive person. 

“hold on, i’ll be right back.” madga spoke up and unwrapped your arms from you. 

your body leaned on fridolina’s torso as you kept your eyes closed. you weren’t crying anymore, but you needed some type of comfort. 

after five minutes, madga came back and frido pulled you off of her body and you felt yourself laying on someone else. 

your tears poured again when you smelled the coconut scent you’re all too familiar with. 

“liebe, i’m so sorry.” lena whispered, sitting on the grass as you laid across her body. 

you didn’t say anything as klara, sydney, laura, and lea hugged you around lena. all of your bayern teammates (+ laura) loved and valued you as their close friend. they knew how ambitious you were, so seeing you sad made them sad. 

“you were the best player on that pitch, i’m not even kidding.” laura says as she kissed the top of your head in a friendly, yet comforting, gesture.  

“i love you.” lena kissed your temple before you sat up from her body, but your legs were still spread across her lap. 

“Ich liebe dich auch” you respond. 

you receive comfort from your bayern teammates (+ your girlfriend and laura) for twenty minutes before everyone decides to head out. not without making sure that you'll be okay, and to call them whenever you're free to.

“i was about to go and get you, but i didn’t want to interrupt.” alex morgan says when you walk into the dressing room, sitting down beside her in the locker room. 

you weren't the last one in the dressing room, since some players are outside receiving their own comfort from family and friends– but alex has experience on what its like to lose a world cup, and she wanted to make sure that you’ll be okay. 

“it’s okay. i just want to go home now.” you mumble as you take your blue cleats off, changing them for black adidas slides that you put on your tired feet. 

alex observes you a little longer. she had a gut feeling that there is something else on your mind, but she debated on if she should bring it up to you. 

knowing that she will barely see you once you go back to germany, and her to san diego, she decides that she will. 

“how’s lena doing?” alex asks. 

you smile lightly as you take off your jersey, replacing it with a soft black t-shirt given by the staff. you folded your jersey and put in in your bookbag, remembering to give it to lena once you had the chance to. 

“i think she’s doing better. we haven’t talked about her loss much because of this.” you say. 

alex smiles lightly before nodding. 

“well at least you guys get to spend time together once you’re back in munich.” alex says, wording it in a suspicious way. 

you swallow on nothing as you stare down at your feet. 

“yeah..” you mumble. 

“well- she’s still in wolfsburg and i’m at munich so we will just have a week together. we plan on spending it in ibiza though.” you say in an indescribable manner. 

“that’s fun.” alex says. 

the woman knows you all too well. you don’t really have to be “pushed” to talk about how you feel about something, you just needed the safe space provided to do so. 

“it is. i just wish that we would have more than a week together though.” you comment. 

alex’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“what do you mean?” she asks. 

“we are long-distance, since wolfsburg is hours away from munich. however, its been two and a half years since we started dating and i feel like long-distance is making us fall– behind.” you whisper. 

luckily, all of the other girls in the dressing room are keeping to themselves with music blasting in their airpods, so you’re comfortable talking. 

“if you mean that you’re falling behind from other people. you shouldn’t think that way– you can’t compare your situation with other peoples.” alex says, wrapping her arm around your shoulders.

“i know, but i think the long distance is catching up to me. i wish we could just play at the same club and live together. it would make things a lot easier for us. we plan on getting married someday so it has to happen someday in the future.” you rant. 

“maybe you should talk to her.” alex suggests. 

“i should– and will. but i don’t know what to say. lena has said on many occasions that she would never come to bayern– and i don’t see myself going to wolfsburg either.” you look over at alex who gives you a look of sympathy. 

“what about a new club? a club that will take the both of you. i mean, you’re the best attacking midfielder in the world and lena is the best defensive– any club would be on their knees to have you both.” alex says. you laugh at her last couple of words. 

“we’ll see.” you say. 

what you didn’t know was that lena wanted a new challenge and has been thinking about it for a while. at first, she had to come to term that the way she will get that is if she leaves wolfsburg. 

after the defeat against barcelona in the champions league final, a shift in lena’s mind happened. she suppressed it but now she realizes that she might have to leave wolfsburg in order to gain some motivation back. 

in january 2024, you extended your contract with bayern munich until 2027. this made you happy, the club made you happy, and the club was happy to keep you for another few seasons. 

lena was started to grow frustrated with the distance between you both as well. she wanted to stay in germany to be closer to you and her family– so she accepted that bayern is the only place for her to go. 

when rumors about lena joining bayern started to grow, you confronted her when she suddenly appeared at your apartment with a few bags of luggage. 

“what’s been going on? the wolfsburg media is hating you because they’re saying you’re coming to bayern– even though you said you never would– and now you’re here unexpectedly. i mean, you’re always welcome here sweetheart but what's going on?” you say as you pull lena’s luggage into your bedroom. 

after you sat her luggage down by your bedroom closet, lena pulled your body towards hers and held your hands softly. you looked at her with a confused, yet soft, facial expression as she gave you a light smile. 

“i’m going over to bayern in an hour. i’m joining bayern.” lena says, not avoiding the truth. 

your jaw dropped as you looked for any sign that she was lying, she wasn’t.

“you’re not lying?” you say. lena nods her head. 

“wait- wait- you don’t have to join just because of me if you really don’t want to come here. i know you said many times that-” 

“sweetheart, ich möchte hierher kommen und bei euch sein und in Deutschland bleiben. Ihr zwingt mich zu nichts, das verspreche ich.” (I want to come here and be with you and stay in Germany. You won't force me to do anything, I promise.) lena cuts you off as you move your head into her chest, hugging her softly as you realized that she will finally be with you. 

you’ve been with bayern and lena long enough to be fluent in your third language, after english and french. 

“you’re finally going to be here with me.” you whisper.  

“yes i am.” lena kisses the top of your head as you both hug in silence. 

she's been with you for three years now, but it seems like she's been around for much longer than that.

I hope you enjoyed <3

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Tutor Session-König

cw: kinda sub!könig, virgin!könig, expierienced!reader, handjob, blowjob, König sees boobs for the first time 🥹

Summary: after a bad test result König offers to tutor you let’s just say it goes differently then expected… 

“Fuckkk” you groan looking at your German exam “another D my parents are going to fucking kill me “

While your friends are busy trying to comfort you. You feel a little tap on ur shoulder, you quickly turn around only to be met with the schools nerd nervous expression 

“What do you want König” you ask annoyed, clearly not in the mood for some smart comment 

“I can uhm…tutor.. you” he says nervously, looking like it cost him his whole fucking courage to say that. 

Man this dude needs some pussy you think.

“I uhm my native language is German so…” König continues on interrupting your train of thought. 

You think about it for a second before responding “uhm yeah sure that’d be very nice” you smile

König smiles back nervously. “You can come to my house after school today, if that’s ok with you” König says quickly almost tripping over his words. 

“Uhm yeah sure” you respond kind of unsure if you want to go to the house of a guy who look like he came in his pants when you smiled at him 

Well now it’s 5hours later and you’re standing in-front of Königs house. 

It’s a normal house nothing special about. You quickly press the bell, waiting for König to open the door.

The door opens pretty much immediately…like Königs was anxiously waiting for your arrival…

“Hallo, come in” König greets you.

“Come on let’s go upstairs into my room”

You walk up the stairs with him and god the room was exactly the way you imagined it…if not worse..

On the walls were multiple anime posters plastered, Huge gaming set up, a wall with multiple replicas of military weapons and the worst part is you see a flesh light not very well hidden under the bed.

“Here uhm take a seat” König tells you pointing to his desk.

You silently settle down looking at the multiple monster cans plastered on it.

You’ve already studied for about an hour now and you must give König this he is very good at German and teaching it.

The only thing bothering you is the unbearable heat in the room. 

“König is it ok if I take off my hoodie ?” You ask “uh yeah sure go ahead” 

You quickly pull off your hoodie..the only problem is you forgot what you were wearing underneath..a white top..without a bra…

Suddenly König lets out a loud shocked cough “everything ok?” You ask, oblivious to where he’s looking. 

“Y-yes” König says in a shaky voice. ‘Hmm weird’ you think.

You two continue studying, but you could tell König wasn’t as focused as before. 

“König you sure you ok” you ask turning to him. “Y-yeah d-don’t worry bout it” König replies quickly but seemingly still distracted. 

Your eyes subconsciously drift down towards Königs crotch, and there you’re greeted with the sight of a fuckin huge cock straining against the fabric of his sweats. 

“Oh..I know why you’re so distracted” you giggle.

Königs follows your eyes and realizes you’re looking at his very obvious boner, immediately trying to cover it with his hands. 

“No wait ! Don’t cover it, I…I can help you…” you say quickly.

Königs Jaws almost falls out at your words. “H-help..me ?” 

“Yeah” you nod eagerly, already excited of to thought of getting to suck his cock “you know you helped me with my problem I can help you with your ‘problem’”.

“O-ok” König responds shyly.

You immediately walk over to him spread his legs and settle between them on ur knees. 

“Never done anythin’ before” König mumbles out embarrassed.

“Mhmm that’s ok” you say while already palming at his erection “I don’t mind”

“O-ok” 

You make quick work of freeing his member from its confines.

And wow it was even bigger than imagined…

“Woah you have such a nice dick” you coo softly.

“Uhm t-thanks” König replies, clearly not used to getting compliments. 

Your start stroking his length, while König his already twitching in your hands and whining softly.

“C-can you uhm…take off your shirt ?” König asks trough whines and whimpers.

You pretty much rip off ur shirt. Before beginning to eagerly suckle and lick up the beads of pre-cum spilling from the tip.

You start fully taking his length into your mouth while cupping his balls.

“God, you’re really good at this” König moans out.

You start bopping your head up and down wanting him to let out more of those delicious moans.

“I-I’m so close-“ König groans while having his hands planted at the back of your head 

You chuckle internally. It’s been what..a minute and he’s already close.

With your free hand you reach up to your head and press down on Königs hand signaling him to decide your pace.

You continue bopping up and down while swirling your tongue around him.

“I-I’m ughh cuming..” König lets out an high pitched almost female moan.

Before you feel his tip spurting out his hot and almost concerning large load. 

You swallow everything before sticking your tongue out to show König.

“That’s was uhm wow…”

you giggle softly in return.

“Are we like together now ?” 

Königs already planning the wedding <3

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Did you care?- König

Part 1 is here

F!Reader, angst, no happy ending, cheating

"König!" you laugh, the waves of the warm summer ocean crashing against you. His family had invited you with them that summer, the first girl he ever brought home. He never told you that though. "Oh my Liebling." he laughs with you, taking you deeper into the ocean. It was then that he knew how strong love can be. Hours later, as you chased his little nieces and nephew along the shore, his family told him something he still remembers.

The accident, that is when you knew he still cared. At the age of 37, that is when he became a father to a woman he never loved. A car crash and stitches, that is what brought you to him. A father and a boyfriend, never to marry anyone else that isn't you, that is what made him a coward to his girlfriend's family. "R/N, König has gotten into a car accident." his mother called you around 2 am, her voice so tired and filled with fear. You dropped everything, including the late-night dinner you were having with your then-partner.

"Love, where are you going?" he questioned you. "A friend needs me, she...she broke up with her boyfriend and she needs me." The first of many lies you told to keep him safe. You didn't cheat but you lied to visit the guy you will always love. As you drove to the hospital, tears ran down your face. It was fear, regret and shame. "Hallo, ich muss einen Patienten finden-"

"R/N." his mother came rushing to you, tears on her face. You hugged her and walked with her to the waiting area. His father was there as well, you hugged him too and after minutes of breaks and cries, the story lay in your hands. The mother of his child ran away with his kid, he begged and cried for her to return. She lost their kid, got arrested and after a week of looking, he heard his child was found. One drunk driver, that is all it took to have you sit there, holding the hand of his forlorn mother. His child was under the custody of the police and he was in a grey room.

"You think you'll ever end up marrying me, R/N?" he looked over at you as you hung up decorations for Christmas. "I don't see myself ever marrying and there are times I fear of it. Just know this, I know I am meant for someone." He nods and keeps the ring in his pocket tucked away. "Yeah." was all he answered. You looked at him as he looked away at some decoration.

"For you, that is who I am meant for. I don't want a ring, a dress or a ceremony, I want this, this life you and I already have." you wished to say but those words never came out. Month after month you gave him clear clues that you wanted to be the one he lived with, old and grey.

You didn't even notice when his parents had gone to his room. You sat and stared at the white wall. The two years and a half that you spent trying to forget him all come crashing down. One phone call from his mother and you were there at his disposal. Many ask, what parts of life flash before someone as they near their possible death? For him it was you. The day at the beach, Christmas, the drunk karaoke, silly argument over movies. "Harry and Sally stayed together!" you protested. "Mein Liebling, Harry and Sally are two of the people I know will not make it to old age together. It was a kiss, maybe Sally left after that."

The one thing that he knew flashed before his eyes was the conversation at the beach years ago. Once you were let into his room, you sat by his bed. Parents out in the hallways, you held his hand. Fear was to die alone but this image was the current fear. Tears ran down your face, it didn't matter that he cheated years ago, that you two hadn't spoken since but what mattered was him now. You stoked his hair and kissed his forehead with trembling lips. Before, you couldn't stand him, but he was in this world alive and that brought you tranquillity. The thought of him no longer in it, that was the fear. Who cared if he moved on, he was alive, healthy and happy.

The muse to the blues you whistled, the kiss he gave you on the mysterious bruise, the cliche dance in the kitchen at midnight, and now you sit there, looking at his scarred face. You whispered for only him to hear, "That evening in December, when you were going to propose, I would've said yes, I was meant for someone, remember?" You stood up and walked out of the room. "R/N, will you stay?" His father asks. "I'm sorry, I have to meet someone early in the morning but keep me updated." You kissed his father's cheek and hugged his mother.

Meanwhile, König lay in that bed, eyes teary as he heard your confession. The ring he wanted to give you was on a chain that hung by his neck. Always to be by his heart. "Liebling." he whispers. "I want to marry you, over and over again." That is a promise two young lovers made.

"When we get old, you and I better retell the story of us," you say as you lay in the green grass. "And I will tell it to you every night," König spoke softly. "Every night," he holds your hand. "I will always tell you the story of how I met the greatest thing in my life." He smiles and sighs happily, "And I'll make you fall in love with me all over again." He meant every word, he wanted the spark of love between them to never die, for them to always be in love. "I'll always fall in love with you as if it was the first time, every single time." He cared, more than you'll ever know.

"You never let her go, my son." his mother sternly says. He sighs and looks over at you, his youngest niece hung by his arms, his nephew chasing you both. The giggles from the children and your laughter, yeah, he wants that life with you. "You think she'll want to?" he asks his parents. "If not today or in a year, I know she will." He looks at the ring and nods. "When I marry her, can you both please not give a long speech?" This caused his parents to laugh and nod a little.

Maybe the movies and all the news articles are right, in some universe, you and him are together. And in that universe, he has his three kids, a wife and the picket fence to his home. A home with you, two hearts that beat for the other. He cares.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

I'm so sorry if you were not mental prepared for this info during your spiderman brainrot..

But, fun fact with a lot of spiders their mating rituals have the male lay down a "spermweb" to attract mates. As well as fear is a big part of what turns them on, female spiders being 2x the size of males, tending to have the dominant role. Pinning is also a big part of it as well. (Male spiders actually tend to be much more skishes.)

So imagine your spiderman of choice being in mating season, with a mix of these feelings due to them being half spider. Them making a den like structure with every blanket in their apartment, being very timid wanting to hide, because of how embrassing these feelings and thoughts are to them. But getting so unbelievably horny at the thought of you pinning them down in their den and fucking them until they see stars. You being extremely rough with them, them wanting you to mark up their entire body.

Them trying to get themselves off, and trying not to give into the urge to text/call you begging for you to comeover.

Ben Reilly x male reader

Headcanons

Hallo everynyan. I am not dead, I just have felt the worst case of writers block I’ve had in a while. Trying to get myself out of this funk, so here’s something about Ben Reilly, as I haven’t seen a single x male reader about him.

You and Ben would have been dating for a while before his heat hits him, leaving him scrambling through his apartment to start gathering blankets and other materials he can use to make a structure.

It’s not fully a nest, its more like a pillow and blanket fort, closed off from the outside world. There’s webs all over it too, almost like Ben was marking his territory, or some animalistic part of himself was saying “hey, this is mine, back off”-

Ben would shoot off a text to his earths Peter, since they most likely work side by side, that he needs his patrol covered for personal reasons. Seeing as peter has heats as well, he understands and wishes Ben luck, offering to bring him stuff he needs.

After calling around with his job and getting his shifts covered, Ben would settle down into the structure, antsy and oh so uncomfortable in his skin. He would feel almost naked without you there, without your weight holding him down and your hands touching him.

Ben would never have told you about his heats if you weren’t another spider as they embarrass him so greatly, because they reduce him to a limp submissive mess. Normally he can just ride it out, but now that you two are dating his thoughts are filled with images of you, what he wants you to do to him, and how he wants you to do it.

He would wrap himself in the clothes you left at his apartment, his heightened senses letting him inhale your scent as he touches himself almost desperately.

It’s nowhere near enough without you there, but Ben is too proud to contact you. So it would end up with Ben laying there curled up in a ball, his fingers pumping in and out of himself as he listens to recording of you on his phone, be it voicemails or videos you two have taken.

If he has any pictures of you that show off your strength in any way, you bet he’s looking at those two. Think gym selfies, you hiking, you fixing a car, anything along those lines. It gets so bad that he busts just looking at a picture of you carrying 4 bags of heavy groceries on one arm.

After that shameful orgasm Ben realizes he probably won’t be able to do this without you, as the soul deep urge to be held and used by you grows by the day. In one of his less lucid and weaker moments he would send you a fumbled text before passing out.

When he wakes up you are there with him and taking care of him. Ben would try to play it off and stay cool, but he feels more submissive and meeker than usual, struggling to meet your eyes and lowering his head when you look at him.

You most likely contacted Peter for help, fearing Ben was dying or had been poisoned or something like that. When you learn it’s a spider heat, you are surprised but you would never leave Ben for something as small as that, you just wished he’d have told you before.

Ben would hesitate to let you help in the beginning, but soon the need for you, your power, your dominance, would break down his walls. He would follow orders so well, wanting nothing more than for you to tell him what to do.

He would burst immediately the first time you pin him down by the neck, his entire body locking up as he wails in pleasure, twitching and gasping. After that you’d take care of him, cleaning him up, and lay down on top of him as he slept.

Having you lay on top of him like a blanket help settle that deep urge inside him that he needs you there, and it tells his animal brain that you are watching out for him and protecting him as he sleeps.

After the heat is over you can expect Ben to be more open about his wants and needs, though he is still a little flustered about him. He’s still an overconfident guy, showing off and flexing his muscles at you, but he also wants to please you, and he melts under any and all praise you give him.

[bookyeom]

Hallo Leslie!! I finally had a free brain moment to look through your prompt ideas, and if you’re still open to requests, how about # 61 + 90 from the second list?

Hope your week is off to a good start!

A/N: I'm so sorry these prompts took 800 years to get written, but here we are. This one may or may not be inspired by Wait (it 100% is inspired by Wait). Enjoy!!

Please Don't Tell Me Wait

Pairing: Dino x Reader Genre: idiots to lovers, friends to lovers Rating: PG (because of the kissing ig?) Word Count: 2.3k Request Prompt: "you can tell me anything." Warnings: kissing, Lee Chan as a general warning

YN: I’ll kill you, Boo Seungkwan. I will

Boo: why? 😇

YN: What could possibly be so important that you ‘suddenly’ need to go to the mall all the way across town immediately, bring Vernon, Soonyoung and Mingyu with you, and cancel on movie night?? When Chan is already almost here?

Boo: giving you and Channie some alone time 🙂

You gape down at your phone. 

YN: you’re shameless. Evil and vile. Canceled. 

Boo: I think you misspelled thank you? 

Your next raging text is lost mid-type as your doorbell rings, and you straighten up in your seat. You have a quick internal debate with yourself about whether or not you should answer, but then you think about how sad Lee Chan would be if you didn’t open the door, and you find yourself moving without any more thought. Whipped, comes the unhelpful thought.

As soon as you open the door, you feel like you’ve been punched in the gut. Your breath catches just at the sight of him, wearing his favourite grey hoodie and a smile, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more breathtaking in your life. “Hi,” he says, and you want so badly to ignore the way everything around you feels a little bit brighter just at the sound of his voice. You are in so deep.

You let him in and he quickly makes himself at home. It isn’t the first time your friends have plotted to get the two of you alone, but it is the first time it’s been in such an intimate setting. Chan’s been over to your place so many times before, but always with one of the boys in tow. You hate how nervous you feel.

You’re nervous because you like him. When Seungkwan found out last month, pretty soon everyone within earshot knew, too. Somehow – and you thanked the stars for this – Chan didn’t seem to have a clue. 

One thing about your friend Chan: he was pretty oblivious, for the most part. You knew so many people who would kill for a chance with him, but he didn’t seem to notice or even care. He flirted with you – that much was clear. You weren’t naive. But he’d never once seemed to mean anything more than friendly banter, because that’s just who he is, so here you were. Pining unrequitedly after one of your friends, with your other friends desperately trying to push the two of you together. It was frustrating at best.

You can make it through this night. You always have fun with Chan, and talking to him is easy enough when you aren't thinking too much. You have similar taste in movies and snacks, he’s funny, he's a good listener… the list is endless. You like being around him. You can do this.

You manage to act relatively normal as the two of you get settled for the movie, even as Chan makes a joke about the guys ditching, even as you almost physically jump back when he hands you the popcorn bowl to carry into the living room, and your fingers brush. You’re fine, up until the moment you’re sitting on your couch with snacks at the ready, a semi-breathable distance between the two of you, and he decides to speak up.

“Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.” You answer without hesitation, because it’s true. 

“Well…” He pauses, and you meet his gaze with a raised eyebrow when he doesn’t continue. As soon as your eyes are on him and away from the TV, his lips turn upward and he says, “I think you look really pretty tonight.”

Your eyes widen, and you nearly drop the remote. You watch as the corner of his mouth lifts up even further into a smile, and you can tell he’s pleased with himself. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for a response, but you don’t have one. Your mind wants to ask it, wants desperately to just blurt out the question — is this a date? Are we on a fucking date right now? — but you refrain. 

“Chan,” is what you say instead, with a roll of your eyes as you hold out the remote for him to take. You know the effect his words have had on you is obvious with the way you’re reacting, but you can only pray that he doesn’t comment on it. “Just pick a movie.”

You would almost think he meant his words if he’d ever actually tried to take his flirtatious remarks any deeper, but he never does. It’s been months of this. It’s not that he’s mean, you know he’s not — you just think he doesn’t have a clue that you might actually like him. 

“I mean what I said.” 

You’re startled from your thoughts when Chan speaks again, and you realize that he definitely hasn’t moved to take the remote from your outstretched hand. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you, either. 

You slowly lower the remote back down to your lap. “Have you been taking lessons from Mingyu again on how to flirt?” 

You watch as he leans forward slightly, that stupid, soft, teasing smile on his mouth yet again, and he asks, “Why, are they finally starting to work on you?”

You blink, staring back at him as all thoughts swiftly leave you. Your breath catches as his eyes wander across your face, and your own gaze can’t help but find his mouth. 

“Maybe,” is what comes out before you can stop it. 

Chan seems surprised for a second too, before he rights himself again. “Well,” he says slowly, “like I said... I meant every single word.”

His fingers gently pry the remote from your hand, eyes never leaving yours. He moves closer and closer, judging your every reaction, watching for any hesitation. He finds none. You let him draw you in, your back falling against the armrest and then he’s above you, his hands braced on the couch on either side. He’s gazing down at you so intently that you think you forget how to breathe. 

“How do I know that you mean it?” Your voice is quiet, uncertain. You know that you want this, that you want him, but you’re terrified that he doesn’t mean it in the same way as you.

“I can show you,” he returns, as serious as you’ve ever seen him, and you can’t stop your gaze from falling to his mouth. He takes that as a sign. And when he leans down, nose gently brushing against yours as he waits for permission, it’s you that closes the gap first. 

You kiss him, soft and hesitant. He responds almost immediately, pushing back against your mouth, a hum coming from somewhere deep in his chest. Like he’s been waiting. The thought makes your toes curl. Your hands find his waist, pulling him down to you as far as he can go, and you can feel him laugh against your mouth before he’s kissing you again, over and over, until you can’t think or feel anything but him.

You’ve never been kissed like this. 

He breaks the kiss first, his forehead falling to yours as he catches his breath. You’re both silent for a moment as you process, and you can feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. 

“Chan,” you finally say, voice quiet, your grip on the back of his shirt tightening.

“Yeah?” He mirrors your hushed tone, pulling away so he can look at you. He sounds breathless, and it makes you feel even dizzier. 

“I…” You trail off. You squeeze your eyes shut in a feeble attempt to lessen the effect of his gaze on you like this, but it’s futile. The look on his face, the one that you’d sworn to yourself all these months meant nothing, is permanently etched into the back of your eyelids now.

He doesn’t move at all as he waits, giving you time. The heat of him so close, his entire body pressed to yours, is so intimate, so overwhelming. You can feel him everywhere, can feel every breath he takes, and you wonder if he can feel your heart ready to burst out of your chest.

“Chan,” you finally speak again, voice barely a whisper. “If you don’t…”

His eyebrows furrow; you can tell he wants to speak, but he doesn’t. 

“If you don’t mean this,” you try again, your eyes still squeezed shut. “If this isn’t serious for you, then I can’t do it. I’m sorry.”

It’s silent, and your heart slowly sinks into the couch beneath you. 

Then he’s gently pushing himself off of and away from you. The feeling of disappointment quickly claws its way up into your throat, robbing the air from your lungs along the way. You sit up too, keeping as much distance between you as possible. Your eyes stay trained on your hands in your lap — you can’t look at him for even a second.

“Y/N.”

You feel your eyes begin to water in spite of yourself. Stop, stop, stop. 

“Y/N,” he repeats, voice soft, “I need you to look at me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling your lower lip quiver. You steady yourself before meeting his eyes, straightening your shoulders.

“Do you really not know how much I like you?”

You weren’t expecting that. The question hangs in the air as you blink back at him. “You—“

“I’ve liked you for so long… since that night when you were the only one who laughed at my joke at Soonyoung’s party.”

Your mouth falls open as you think back to that night — you know the very one. The same night that you finally learned his name — the name of the cute new guy your friends had been bringing around. That was ages ago.

“Oh.”

A few more beats of silence pass by until he speaks again.

“How could you possibly think I’m not into you? I don’t think I’ve ever been more obvious about something in my life.” He laughs nervously, running a hand through his hair. 

Your heart is beating triple time as you search for your words. “We’ve known each other for six months, and you never said anything.”

“Neither did you.” He raises his eyebrows in a challenge, daring you to disagree with him, but the smile on his lips gives him away.

“You have so many friends,” you say quietly after a moment, and you watch as Chan’s face softens. “I just assumed you treated them the same way you treat me.”

“I don’t,” he says softly, “but I can see why you might have thought that.”

“So many people flirt with you. All the time.” You don’t know why you’re continuing to state these things — you blame it on the fact that you absolutely cannot process that he just told you he likes you — but Chan just takes your words as they come. 

“I barely notice… especially when you’re there.” He bites his lip, tilting his head as he looks at you. “And people flirt with you too, you know.”

You let out a laugh at that, looking down at your hands. “I know.”

“But you didn’t know that I was flirting with you?” Chan asks incredulously, throwing his head back with a groan. You can tell he’s joking, and you can’t help the smile that passes over your lips now, too. 

“I did know,” you offer, and Chan sits up straight to look at you again. You continue before he can protest. “But I didn’t know if it was serious for you. And for me…” You stop yourself before you admit what you were about to, feeling your cheeks flush. 

For me, it’s serious.

“For you?” He prompts you to go on, and you can tell he’s trying desperately to hold back a grin, because he knows exactly what you were going to say. You let out a whine. 

“Stop.” 

He laughs. Then your heart leaps into your throat once more, because he’s reaching across the distance between you, finding your hand and pulling it back into his lap. “I’ll say it loud and clear so there are no misunderstandings,” he begins, thumb tracing lazy lines on the back of your hand, “I like you… seriously.” 

You know he’s teasing you again, but you can’t find it in you to care when you know he’s being honest. Your eyes fall to your entwined hands, mesmerized by his gentle movements against your skin, your heart near ready to jump out of your chest at the softness of it all.

“So…”

You look back up to find him bashful as he speaks, and it’s his turn to avoid your eyes as he chews on his lower lip. You suddenly realize what you think he’s waiting for, and you smile. 

“I like you a lot too,” you say, and when his gaze snaps to yours, you know you’ve said what he needed to hear. He smiles then, cheeks flushed and happy, and you’re enthralled by how shy he’s being when he had just been kissing you into oblivion moments prior. 

“Good.”

You beam at him, and he beams back, before he’s pulling you closer by your joined hands and into a hug. You curl up into his side, your head finding a place in the crook of his neck. 

“Y/N?” You glance up, heart stuttering a bit at the sight of him so close as you wait for him to continue. “For the record, in case you were still worried – I absolutely do not spend time with anyone else trying to ignore the way their lips move when they talk. That’s Y/N privilege.”

“Not even Soonyoung?” 

He’s kissing you almost before you get the teasing words out.

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Du Lernst Nie - Sebastian Vettel

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"Y/N, look, it really isn't that hard. You just need to put a bit of effort in," Sebastian sighed, trying to get you to listen to the fragments of German he was teaching you. "But you can speak for me. I can do the basics. Hallo und danke. Glücklich?" you smirked. 

During the Summer break, you and Seb were taking a week long trip to Germany and were going to travel around Cologne and Munich, before going home to Switzerland. 

"See, you do know it," he rolled his eyes, frustrated at your stubbornness. "The locals will be happier if you try," he tried to persuade, the flash cards he made were discarded to the side as he was ready to freestyle. 

"OK, how would you order something at a cafe?" Seb prompted, looking at you intently. 

"What am I ordering?" 

"Two bread rolls and a cup of tea," he told you, wondering if you were actually listening to what he had said no more than five minutes ago. "Ich..." you started. Seb internally groaned - he had gotten nowhere. 

"Hä-" he started, your brain finally finding the word.

"Ich hätte gerne ein Tasse Tee und zwei Brötchen, bitte," you smugly asked him, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "Sehr gut," he praised, smiling. It wasn't a matter of if you could do it, it was a matter of whether you would do it. 

"Entschuldigung, wo ist die Bibliotheke?" he asked, putting on a voice and pretending to be a frail old lady who couldn't find her way around. "Die Bibliothek ist in der Nähe, gar nicht so weit weg von hier," you said. 

Seb's eyes widened in surprise. "Links oder rechts?" he asked, snapping back into character for a moment. "Links," 

"Danke,"

"Kein Problem," you smiled at the 'old lady'. The only reason you had actually spoken to German with him was because you didn't feel like getting grilled by Professor Seb anymore. "I did not teach you that," he said, impressed.

"I have taken my German learning into my own hands, since you have told me how to order a coffee more times than I can count," 

Seb smirked. If you thought you were so clever, he'd test you a bit, "Ich würde sagen, bin ich beeindruckt, aber du bist ein furchtbar Studente wer zuhört nicht," he said, way quicker than he normally would. 

"Erm. Es tut mir leid, ich verstehe das nicht," you sheepishly said, already feeling a blush of embarrassment creep up onto your cheeks.  "Oh, es tut mir leid, ist das zu schwierig für Sie?" he said. You understood that, and you felt like he was almost mocking you.

"Ja, ein bisschen," you responded, hoping that because it was in German, he'd be bit nicer to you. "Ich denke, wir haben gelernt, dass ich besser bin als das, womit du gelernt hast."

Now he was just getting cocky. "Okay, I get it. You've proven your point. I will listen to Professor Seb," you rolled your eyes, annoyed to have to give into him.

"I like the sound of that," he smirked, winking at you suggestively. You wouldn't lie, you liked the sound of what he was implying as well, but now it was time to learn. "Shut up," you scoffed, trying to hide your smile.

"What I don't understand, is that every time I try to get you to learn, you get all full of yourself,"

"Yeah, because my German is good," 

"But not as good as you think it is. You never learn," he shook his head, watching as you zoned out and stopped listening to his telling off. "I prefer the sound of listening to Professor Seb," you pouted, and you could see his jaw twitch. 

"Let's see what Professor Seb has in store today, shall we?" he said, standing and swiping the papers off the table. "Auf dem Tisch," he commanded, and now, you were all for listening. 

A/N - This is just a little something for you guys while I finish writing part 3 to 'Baby Fever'! Also, that picture of Cologne Cathedral in the header is so pretty, and I am so happy to be able to say I've been there. Lmk if the German isn't 100%, I did it myself and my German is quite rocky <3

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hallo my friends ! ヾ( ‘ – ‘*) received two asks about my maddiecaitvi headcanons which i replied to this morning ! it was in the very wee hours and i was running on yuri pills and a dream so i messed up the tagging so it flopped Hard.. : \ i wanted to delete and repost it in hopes that more people see it and i can spread the maddiecaitvi agenda even further. ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ reblogs welcomed and appreciated ; )

anyway without further ado i bring you part one of my maddiecaitvi headcanons ^_-

oh my yes !! rubs my evil paws together (｀∀´ #) i was trying to respond to the other ask and i think i accidentally deleted it because i can't find it anymore ( (－‸ლ) ) but thank you to both of you for asking , i was so super excited to receive your asks !! i will probably have more thoughts soon and definitely more after act three so keep yer eyes peeled ^_^ erm toxic yuri and nsfw warning.. (；´∀｀) don't expect a lot of horny headcanons from me but this is an exception i suppose.. minors dni . not proofread so have mercy on me. t4t bt dubs ( as god intended ) — tfem ! maddie and caitlyn with tmasc ! vi.

maddiecaitvi headcanons

their relationship is messy and complicated and quite a bit toxic but there's something addictive about it.

you have caitlyn who initially couldn't care less about maddie , only using her as a toy , taking advantage of her lack of experience and her obsession with her. she cares so much for vi yet she views vi and her attraction to him as her biggest weakness. he's not her first lesbian relationship but he's her first butch and she feels out of her depth.

you have maddie who would do anything for caitlyn no matter how despicable if it would put a smile on her face. maddie's a bit dumb , a blind and devoted follower. she doesn't ask questions being one of those people who would rather be willfully ignorant than knowingly causing harm. she's caitlyn's little mutt , she has low self esteem and just needs to feel needed. she puts herself in bad situations because she feels its what she deserves and admittedly she has a bit of a savior complex. she's attracted to people who are more broken than her so she can make herself useful and attempt to fix them or make her feel better about her own flaws.

and then you have vi. vi is slowly losing himself in an attempt to make positive change. all he wants is to be good and take care of his family but no matter what he seems to cause hurt. caitlyn makes him feel whole , no matter what he tries he can't get past the pain of loving her. when he finds out about caitlyn and maddie he's not sure if he's amused or heartbroken. this little girltwink catches his eye though , she could be fun.

at first vi views maddie similarly to the way caitlyn does : as a plaything. he teases her and is mean to her , enjoying the power he holds over her. it's nice to be with someone he doesn't really have feelings for when his feelings for caitlyn nearly ruined him. something about the way she looks to caitlyn for approval and is so sickeningly down bad for her kind of changes that though. he's jealous of her , he starts wanting to be her in some kind of fucked up way which is ironic when maddie herself is trying to emulate vi.

instead of talking about it after an argument they just fuck it out.... vi and caitlyn angrily fucking the shit out of maddie who is just happy to be good for something. caitlyn and maddie both pounding vi at the same time with their girlcocks. caitlyn is big and maddie's small so cait and vi gang up on her a lot. :\ freak secretly gets off on it.

maddie is actually the biggest loser... she'll try to talk dirty or say something degrading and act all dominant but she's crying like a baby , whimpering , begging caitlyn and especially vi to go easy on her. she talks big game but she cannot match it , she's the biggest baby. despite not having any feelings for her initially there's something so pathetic about maddie that caitlyn finds herself growing attracted to.

maddie calling caitlyn commander and vi sir...

baby trapping vi.... maddie self destructing , worried that vi is going to leave. caitlyn's horny ass just wants to breed him.. both of them topping vi desperately because they need him they just need him. vi ending up pregnant but they don't know whether it was caitlyn or maddie who knocked him up. was this on purpose ? maybe ;)

vi getting penis envy from his girlfriends. his little tdick is nothing in comparison even to maddie's. he gets angry and dysphoric and has episodes where he refuses to engage with either maddie or caitlyn physically or even at all sometimes. they never talk about it vi just comes back like nothing happened and is more rough for a little while wanting to be in full control.

both maddie and vi get off to being called faggot and mutt.. caitlyn's not sure how she feels about that...

on a less freaky note , maddie and caitlyn vs both being obsessed with vi's top surgery scars. maddie traces them with her fingers whenever she has the opportunity and caitlyn's always begging him to go shirtless so she can admire them. maddie's not good with needles but caitlyn helps him with his T injections as well.

[alisaretter]

Hallo guys sorry that the ask answering goes so slow, i am just busy right now and sadly because of the table problem from last year i am still drawing only in the computer club, i can be in the computer club only two times in the week (Wednesday and Saturday) and i can be there only for 2 hours :( and i actually have also work in the computer club, like learning about game design or how to draw.

So i decided that I will draw this comic every Wednesday work on computer clubs tasks every Saturday but sometimes they have workshops they are sadly on both days but its for 5-7 days i guess you can wait i know.

This was the first problem,

The twice problem is that I work on a ask that should be answered not whit gust talk, but whit a comic. The ask was from @ijustwanthavefun he asked him, why did he climb the mountain... And OH MY!!! I had so much lore ideas you can't believe! I am right now working on a 6 page comic a bought his first fall.

And know the important thing I think to do, i plan to close the ask after next 20 asks

Why? Well i want to end part 1 (ask) of the story and start part 2 (comic) and maybe part 2.5 (interactive comic). Part 2 is frisk and Part 2.5 maybe you

I hope you will understand my problem and will wait for new asks,

Don't forget that now you need to ask only on this account @unusedfiels

:3

[byte-your-tongue]

omg hallo!!! i saw your deep cut x reader post and wanted to send a request if that’s ok! very specific list coming through!

could i perhaps request some headcanons of a chubby reader x one of the idols (Callie, Marie, Pearl, Marina, Shiver, Frye) or Acht, or Tao Blu?

Or perhaps all of them? /nf (i know this is a lot so this is only if you want to!!!)

Whoever you feel like writing, surprise me!

If not, totally okay! I hope this isn’t too demanding and I hope you have a good day/night :D

Splatoon Idols x Chubby Reader

(Romantic, GN Reader)

AN: thank you so much for the request!!! i hope you have a great day/night too :3 I ended up only doing the idols, sorry!! Anon requested this to be romantic, so it is! I also ended up including some general relationships hcs as well.

TW: Mentions of ED stuff and body isecurity(because i've struggled with both of those before and wanted to include them)

Callie:

She would love you no matter what you look like.

She thinks you are the cutest thing ever!!!

She is really into fashion and likes to take you shopping to pick out clothes for you. If you have trouble finding clothes that match your style in your size she will pay to get stuff tailored just for you. No price is too high for her adorable partner to look even cuter <3

If you are insecure about certain parts of your body she doesn't really get it but is willing to work with you to pick clothes that hide certain things or accentuate others.

She loves your tummy. She will kiss it and blow raspberries on it. She is a very goofy inkling and loves you lots.

She loves your thighs too. She wants to lay her head in your lap and take a nap. She really just loves cuddling with you. Expect a lot of cuddles on the couch, in bed, anywhere really. And she falls asleep super easy in your presence as well.

This girl is military trained, has the stamina of an idol, and her weapon of choice is a massive roller she swings around like it weighs nothing. She can and will pick you up. She will pick you up and kiss all over your face while giggling.

If you are ever insecure about eating too much, she will never judge you. This girlie loves food and is constantly muching on something. If you have a bad relationship with food she would be very sweet and work to repair it slowly with you.

Marie:

She doesn't even notice or care. It doesn't cross her mind at all that you look any different than anyone else. She doesn't pay attention to appearances most of the time.

She loves having her partners sit on her lap, and you are no exception. Get on there. If you worry about hurting her she will just pull you onto her lap and wrap her arms around your middle, probably leaving you a blushing mess.

Marie has mastered the art of glaring, and will send a look that could kill to anyone who dares to make a comment about how you look.

Marie is naturally less active then her cousin and probably worked hard to stay thin back when she was younger, working hard to be the ideal idol she thought her fans wanted to see. So if you are ever insecure or potentially have a bad relationship with your own body/food/exercise she will understand and is very supportive of you. Marie has been there and she is always going to stand by you and support you.

Marie loves nothing more than lazy days where you both stay home and chill. Play video games, read, or just chill with her. Anything is fine as long as you two are in each others presence.

Usually doesn't want the media to be all up in her face about y'alls relationship but she does take a bit of pride in bringing you to events and such.

Marina:

This girl is so in love with you. She is obsessed. She fawns over you so hard and views you as a literal goddess. It never once crosses her mind that you might be insecure in any way.

To Marina, you are the prettiest person to ever exist and to change anything about you would be sacrilegious.

But if you ever need reassurance, she will shower you with endless compliments. She will kiss every inch of your skin, praising you as she goes.

If you have a hard time with food, she's there to work with you. She has trouble with food for sensory issue reasons, so it may not be for the same reason you do, but she will try to help. She is a total nerd and knows how to balance a diet so you get enough nutrition, regardless of what your brain tells you is "healthy" to eat or not.

If you have any stretch marks she thinks they are so pretty, she will run her fingers along them and kiss them. She is enamoured by your body and every single blemish or freckle on it is something she wants to memorize.

She is known for staying up too late, but she loves cuddling with you. So all you have to do to get her to come to bed is invite her to lay with you.

And if she's tired during the day from pulling another all nighter? Let her rest her head in your soft lap and she will be in heaven.

Pearl:

Pearl may be tinier than you in every sense of the word, but you have never felt more secure anywhere than by her side.

Pearl is like a terrifying dog you can sick on people. She is feral and if anyone so much as says one bad things about the way you look she is destroying them mind, body, and soul. She will diss them so hard they never want to show their face ever again. And you may have to restrain her from physically attacking them as well.

Pearl loves lazy days with you where y'all just chill at home and do whatever. But she also loves going out with you as well! Pearl will gift you expensive clothes, jewelry, etc and take you out and show you off. She's so proud to have you as a partner and you are the light of her life.

If you are insecure about the way you look she will be there to support you.

She's like a little chihuahua who thinks it can do anything, and as her partner you get to stand by her side and watch her take on the whole world.

Pearl makes you feel small. No matter how big your energy is, hers is 100x bigger. She will be the "Excuse me, they asked for no pickles" for you if you need. Social anxiety fears HER.

If you have extra fat on your face she likes to squish your cheeks. She just likes touching your face and admiring it.

Shiver:

She is another who likes to see you in pretty outfits.

Shiver is actually really attracted to your body type. She would love you no matter how you look, but she thinks your softness and curves are the prettiest thing she's ever seen.

She's literally obsessed with the way tight clothes hug you. You are so pretty she can't take her eyes off of you.

She is 100% showing you off to the media(as long as you don't mind!) She leaves no questions about your relationship, her hand is always somewhere on you. She sees a camera pointed at you two and she pulls you to her by the waist and kisses you deeply.

She would be the kind of person who likes to hand feed her partner food, she just thinks seeing you happy as you bite into your favorite food is the best thing ever to her.

Just let her take care of everything for you. Let her take you shopping and pick out clothes for you, dressing you up in pretty little outfits and paying for everything.

If you have any stretch marks she loves running her fingers over them and feeling the different texture compared to the rest of your skin.

She gets jealous easily and can sometimes be worried you don't like her anymore. Underneath all her gracefulness and passive aggression, she really is a little bit pathetic. Give her a kiss and tell her you love her and she'll be back to the happy shark you know and love <3

If you are ever insecure, she is so ready to tell you to be nicer to herself. No one is allowed to be mean to her partner, not even you!

If anyone ever makes a comment on your looks, she is going right for the throat with passive aggressive remarks and rude statements that will shred that person's self esteem. They will need therapy when she's done.

Frye:

Frye is SO buff. She works out and is in great shape. Best believe this girl can pick you up no matter how much you weigh.

She takes pride in being able to carry you around, she likes showing off how strong she is.

She loves you so much. Frye looks at you with hearts in her eyes and wiggles her long ears and blushes and giggles whenever you walk into a room.

She is so enamoured with you, she loves every single thing you do.

Frye admires you body a lot. Frye is mostly sharp lines with pointy features and lean, muscular frame. But you are so soft and curvy, she thinks you are just the cutest thing around.

She may be a bit clueless sometimes, so if you tell her you have trouble with food/eating her immediate reaction is "BUT FOOD IS SO GOOD HOW CAN YOU DO THAT???"

But once you explain to her why you feel the way you do, she will be very compassionate and sweet.

Frye WILL give you nicknames. They probably start out goofy, ut become genuine. She calls you less than common things (mostly food) like "my little cheesecake" or "my cutie crab cake". Don't question it.

She is fascinated by any stretch marks you have, and she thinks they look like a sick lightning bolt pattern. She might compare you to lightning mcqueen. Whether you find it funny or insulting is up to you, but just know she means it as a very genuine compliment. She thinks he's the epitome of cool.

[toberkus]

That's totally fair. This is an indecisive household. I seemed to have made up my mind, though.

Maybe a story about Logan, who works at a bakery, and a new florist shop opens up next door that's run by Kurt/Nightcrawler, and it could be a meet-cute, begrudging-friendship turned awkward pining turned healing romance?

Just Logan being all "rahhh I'm a lone wolf I don't need nobody" but then Kurt turns up like 💐😊 "hallo neighbour" and Logan gets the Feelings

I hope that's enough, if not I can add more! Sorry I'm really bad at this 🥲

The au shop part doesn't have to be totally accurate, and you can keep them as mutants (because Kurt needs his fluff and his tail)

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WHAAT THIS SOUNDS SO CUTE ACTUALLY I can totally write this augh Kurt is such a cutie :3

Fair warning! I am not yet fully caught up with the comics so super sorry if some of this is inaccurate to the characterss

Baker!LoganHowlett x Florist!KurtWagnar

Short Summary: Two very different mutants end up being shop neighbors, what happens when gruff and rugged meets kind and soft?

Logan centered/POV

A trinkling brought Logan out of his thoughts, his head turning to the door as one of the customers left. The bakery feeling emptier than before. Although Logan wouldn't complain, he preferred it this way.

Slow days like these gave Logan time to himself, so he made sure to enjoy them as much he could. Customer service wasn't his strong suit, if anything he wished he could just serve the customers without ever needing to see their face. The smell of baked goods was nice though, and being able to bake in general was a good way of relaxing, therapeutic even. It gave him something to do, an escape from life.

Logan was leaning over the display counter with his arms, his hands holding onto the edge of the other side, his thumbs drumming in a rhythmic pattern as he counted the seconds between when the next customer would come in. After a good while the mutant had decided that nobody would be coming in for a while, perfect timing for a smoke break. Logan let out a deep sigh, his muscles relaxing a bit and he loosened up his posture. Grabbing the essentials and making his way to the door. Compared to the cozy clean bakery, Logan looked out of place yet he also fit right in. He was very unnecessarily ripped for a bakery job, and had this intimidating look. Yet his efforts to be friendly to customers and always having a fresh batch of baked goods up for grabs made him fit the role well. Logan has always been an honest worker and an honest man, having found somewhat of a passion in baking he will do what it takes to do the job right.

The door jingled as it opened, the mutants figure slipping out from the bakery and placing himself next to the bakery entrance. cigar ready and already hanging out of his mouth as he brought his lighter up to it. The familiarity of the metallic clinks followed by the sound of light sizzling cued Logan to inhale the cancerous air into his lungs, the dopamine of it going straight into his system. Blocking out any other smells that could possibly bother his enhanced senses. The satisfaction of it was rewarding to the mutant.

Halfway through his little break, Logan became aware of the sound of cardboard rubbing against cardboard. And as the smell of his cigar lessened it was replaced with a more earthy, floral scent. Logan turned his attention to the source, Head turned as he scanned over the area. The building next to his had been empty and up for sale for a while, and from what it Logan can tell by the amount of boxes and shop items someone finally made something out of it. Trained eyes quickly skimmed over the array of flowers and plants out in the front, a sign hanging above the entrance in calligraphy Logan couldn't be bothered to read.

A blue figure stepped out of the shop, an array of flowers in the persons grasp as Logans eyes locked with theirs. His curiosity piqued at the striking yellow looking back at him. A wide smile adorned the persons face as they gave Logan a three-fingered wave, "Hallo! You must be the my new neighbor, yes?" The stranger spoke, revealing a thick German accent Logan hadn't quite expected. He blinked for a moment, a bit awestruck by this persons appearance, the sun reflecting against their blue skin and yellow, almost golden eyes. Logan caught sight of the tail behind this stranger swaying low to the ground in a content rhythm, Logans eyes travelling back up to the others' face. They were patiently waiting for a response, now holding onto the array of flowers with both hands. Logan cleared his throat, realizing his lack of response and rude staring. "Uh- yeah, I guess so." Logan quickly took the cigar out of his mouth out of politeness correcting his posture with vague nervousness.

The florist swiftly put their flowers down near the entrance of their shop and made their way over to Logan, extending a hand. "My name is Kurt! Kurt Wagnar,"

The gruffer one of the two carefully looked at the hand offered to him. Logan switched the Cigar over to his left hand before accepting Kurt's handshake. "Logan," His voice came out a bit roughed than intended, visually cringing a bit at his own voice. The handshake ended with a small tug and to logan, an awkward release. "Logan," Kurt repeated as if to test his own pronunciation. Kurt's eyes flicked to the windows of Logans bakery for a moment before travelling back to said mutant Infront of him. "Your bakery looks lovely! I am glad to have found such a great spot, I think we'll make excellent neighbors." The taller chirped, Logan felt a bit intimidated with how sociable Kurt seemed to be, being able to continue a conversation so fluidly. Logan had never been much of a talker, being known for his vague grunts and sighs as a response to pretty much anything. But the way Kurt spoke to him was unusually inviting, it gave Logan a hard time thinking of how to respond.

"Yeah, I'm sure we will."

After some more small talk (Kurt informing Logan of how excited he was to move to here and being able to open his own shop as Logan made poorly efforted responses in yeah's, mhm's and nods.) Kurt asked Logan if he would be able to help him out with moving into the shop, only having stuff like boxes and bags left. As Kurt made this request he made sure to point out that Logan seemed very capable to doing so. Logan was caught even more off guard, unused to flattery. Unsure how to properly form a response Logan cleared his throat and begrudgingly agreed to doing so. Making sure to close the bakery first before following Kurt to his own little store. The cigar being long gone from Logans grasp. Upon following Kurt, Logan was greeted with the smell of Flowers, plants and wet soil, his brain buffering with the immediate nostalgia it gave him. His eyes travelled along the flowers and plants, nature always gave Logan a sense of ease. Bringing him back to his old life in a way. But as quickly as the nostalgia came Logan pushed the feeling down, not wanting too linger too much on the past.

He was impressed with how organized it was already, yes there were still big bags of soil and supplies out and about, but Kurt seemed to be a quick worker. Must help when you practically have three hands, if you include the tail. Speaking of his tail, Logan found amusement in watching the way it swayed in sync with Kurt's emotions or actions. In some moments it looked like it was its own being, in other moments it mimicked Kurt exactly. Watching it flick or seemingly bounce away once it sensed an obstacle in its path. It had barely been an hour and Logan already found himself enamored by this mutant Infront of him.

"I already have most of the main parts set up, I just need help moving those bags to the back and organizing more of my pots." Kurt informed, Turning his head to Logan to see if he understood to which Logan gave another, small nod.

He lifted two soil bags over his shoulders. Breaking zero sweat as he did so, Kurt smiled at Logan with a gleeful grin, practically beaming at Logan. The gruff one cocked his brow, turning his head upwards at Kurt with questioning hum vibrating out of his throat. "As I thought, you are very capable Logan," The florist replied with clasped hands before bending down to grab his own soil bag with significantly more effort. Blissfully unaware of the affects his words truly had. Logan was buffering again like a slow computer, something in him fluttered, trying his best not to break out his own little smile at the compliment. He didn't respond, blinking away the bashful shock Logan instead put himself to work. Treading over to where he was told the bags should be put, needing to keep himself in motion.

A significant amount of work had been done already, Kurt proudly looked around his shop, only having to move one more pot which Logan had in his grasp currently, waiting for Kurt to tell him where it should be placed. Thoughtfully Kurt motioned over to an empty space on one of the tables, Following his lead the baker had turned around, about to take a step forward but instead the sudden sound of porcelain breaking and shattering joined with the harsh thud of Logan landing on flat on his back filled the room, A wheeze pushed itself out of Logans throat, hissing as he slowly sat up on the ground. Kurt stood beside Logan wide eyed, jumping to his aid with worried hands trying to figure out what they should be doing, "Ah- You're hurt!" Kurt exclaimed, Logan blinked, looking down and noticing the porcelain sharks sticking out of his arms. The blood collecting at the base of the wound but not having space to spill out with the obstacles wedged into his skin. Logans brows knitted together, the florist quickly stumbling to his feet. "Let me grab the first aid-" "No need," The baker cut him off, letting out a rough sigh. "Sorry about the pot, should've watched my step." Kurt tilted his head, one of his ears twitching upward. "Wat? I don't care about the pot right now! You should be getting aided those are serious wounds!"

Logan just shook his head, before motioning back to his arms. Kurt looked in concerned confusion, but still watched as the shards slowly pushed themselves out, which Logan sped up by simply pulling them out. The wounds bled for a couple seconds before closing up on their own. His regenerative abilities taking care of the rest. "See?" The baker stood up with a groan, cracking his back and bending down to collect the broken shards. Not adding any more commentary to what just happened. "I'll pay for it, don't worry." Kurt's tail stilled for a moment before dancing back into motion, suddenly the blue mutant had also been helping Logan pick up the shards, a smile finding its way back onto his unique features. "Don't worry, it's not your fault. I can live with one pot less!" The mutant beamed again, making Logan pause to look up at him, his eyes scanning the mutants peaceful features as he was still collecting the shards off the tiled floor. "How about next time I help you out?" Kurt looked back at Logan when he said that, the baker feeling that tightness in his chest again as he looked into those golden eyes. "Sure,"

The jingle of the door once again brought Logan back to the current situation. His head moved up spotting that familiar blue figure smiling at him as if he were the highlight of his day. "Hallo!" Kurt greeted, Its been a couple weeks since they first met and it had become a custom for them to visit each others shops, well, mainly Kurt randomly walking into Logans bakery to talk or actually order something. Logan nodded at Kurt as he walked in, a small smile tugging on his lips as the blue one marched to the display counter. He placed a medium sized bag atop the display, Infront of Logans view. the mutant in question looking across the counter at Kurt. "What's this?" Logan asked as rugged hands grabbed at the paper bag. Looking at Kurt for a response before opening it. "A gift!" "Gift?" Logan repeated to himself, looking at the florist for a moment longer before opening it and peering inside.

Logan brought the contents out by the pot, his hands gently taking it out displaying a small potted plant. Delicate flowers sprouting from the top. A wooden stick poked in the middle of the pot to guide the flowers upright. "I thought you might like a little touch of nature in here," Kurt grinned, impressed by his own generosity. Logan gently placed the flowers down by the counter, next to the pay area. His hands guiding themselves slowly up the stem to gently caressing the flowers petals. Its been a long, long while since Logans ever willingly gotten a gift from someone. Especially not a gift this.. nice. He admired the flower, its Prescence adding more life to the bakery. "Do you like it?" Logan smiled softly, eyes still on the flower. His fingers tracing the patterns on the pot it lived in. "It's great," He nodded, finally looking up at Kurt. "I love it," Logan spoke, his answer holding an honesty he didn't even know he was capable of.

Behind the Florist was a tail that practically wagged at this response. Ears going up a bit as his smile grew. He seemed satisfied by Logans response, but even more in awe with the soft expression on Logans face, Taking in every second. "Maybe I should get you gifts more often," Kurt laughed, the sound making Logans heart flutter in a way he forgot it even could. Quickly the mutant cleared his throat, "You- You don't have to, bub." His hand rubbed the back of his neck, his ears warming up a bit. A comfortable silence grew between them, Logans eyes switching from admiring the flower to admiring Kurt's face. The way he was still smiling and admiring Logan the same way.

The sudden tinkling of the bakery entrance made Logan tense up and Kurt slightly flinch. Turning around quickly to spot the customer that had walked in. Kurt turned back to Logan. "Ah- Before I go, Are you doing anything after your shift?" Kurt rushed, leaning over the counter. There was that feeling again, that fluttering in his chest that made everything weirdly light.

"No, why?"

"Good, Then I'll pick you up after you're done! Ja?"

"Oh- Uhm, Okay sure." Logan blinked.

And then he was gone, disappearing as fast as he came. The rest of the day was boorishly long. Logan was horrible with waiting, patience wasn't really his thing after all. Between each customer his eyes would flick to the clock, practically counting the seconds. Ten more minutes, and they were the ten longest minutes of his life. The shop wasn't even full either. Nothing was there to distract him. The hum of the mechanics added onto the silence, and the glow of the lights started feeling annoyingly bright. Logan groaned to himself. His fingers tapping impatiently against the glass.

His kept looking at the flower, admiring its petals. Did Kurt plant it just for him? How long has he been growing this flower? The thoughts just made Logan fall deeper into his emotions. He picked at his own nails. Did he have a thing for Kurt? Yes. Yes he did. Last time he fell in love was, well… Nevermind. Its too early to call this feeling 'Love' anyways, He just has a 'crush'. With lack of better words. The mutant rubbed his face in his hands bashfully at the thought. God he felt stupid, all someone did was smile at him and treat him like a person who deserves good things and Logan was already folding like a lawn chair. Logan knows himself, and he knows that when he falls for someone he falls hard

Suddenly Logan looked up at the clock, his entire body going into motion as soon as he saw it reach the end of his shift. As if on autopilot Logan clocked himself out and closed up the shop at speeds he'd never done before, because this time he had something, or rather someone to be looking forward to at the end of the day.

The keys jingled in his hands as he put on his leather jacket, stepping out of the shop and locking the door behind him.

"Logan!"

The baker turned around, greeted by Kurt, wagging his tail at the mutant Infront of him.

"You ready to go?" "Ready if you are,"

They walked through the empty streets of the evening, the sun setting behind the buildings. "We're almost there," The florist remarked. "Where exactly?" Logan realized he never bothered asking why Kurt wanted to pick Logan up after work, only now processing how trusting he is of Kurt. "You'll see,"

They walked in comfortable silence. Kurt's longer lankier figure complimenting Logans shorter stockier one as they walked beside each other. "So, I was thinking and I realized I never really see you outside of work. So I thought it would be nice to just.. hang out with you." The blue one spoke, for the first time this was Logan sensing his slight nervousness. The gruffer one felt his face heating up at that thought, Kurt thinks about him, huh? Well, that was probably already obvious with the flowers. "And you didn't think to ask me in a less spontaneous manner?" Logan joked, smirking up at Kurt.

"Was that a bad thing?" Worry a little evident in the florists voice. Logan shook his head in reassurance. "I don't mind, I appreciate it if anything." Logan smiled.

Kurt smiled back, his confidence kicking back in.

"Here we are!" Kurt smiled and plopped himself down on a bench, it was an isolated bench placed on a hill that had an astounding view over where they lived. Plus amazing for watching the sun go down. Logan had looked for a bit, standing and admiring the view before sitting down next to Kurt,

Logan leaned back, hands in his pockets. For once in a long time, he felt calm. A calm he lost a long long time ago, no found again in this moment. His ears picked up the sound of the breeze, the trees rustling in the wind. Critters like squirrels and wildlife scuttering near. The mutant inhaled deeply through his nose, holding that breath for a bit before breathing out. That earthy air, that smell of nature. He missed it. His eyes lit up as they reflected the setting sun, curls flowing lightly in the soft breeze. Kurt watched the man beside him, admiring his features as they fit his surroundings so well. Golden eyes slowly meeting hazel ones.

"Its nice here," The baker said.

"I'm glad you like it," The florist responded.

"Logan," Kurt started, Logan hummed in response. "You're like me, right?"

"Like you?"

"Different," Kurt said looking off into the distance. Golden eyes shining.

"You could say that." Logan could feel his heart beating. But not in the manic stress he was used to, this was different. Different from the pain, different from the agony. He could feel it in a way that made him feel alive, more alive than ever. His eyes turning soft. when Kurt looked back at him.

"You're lucky, you can still pass without people knowing what you are with a single glance. I wish to live like that too someday, undercover from the world."

Logan was shocked at his words, of course Kurt knew nothing of Logans past. Hadn't know about the animal apart of Logan. But yet he couldn't understand why a creature as beautiful as he is would ever feel the need to hide himself. And this was something the baker suddenly felt he needed to put into words, his mouth speaking before he could stop it.

"Undercover?" He rasped, his throat suddenly feeling dry from the nerves even though he just started talking. Logan turned his body to Kurt's direction, his hand filling the bench space in-between them. "You don't need to hide, bub. You're perfect the way you are. The world is just scared of a beauty they can't control," He went quiet for a moment, processing his own words for a second. "I-"

Kurt cut logan off, putting his hand onto his softly. "You think.. I'm a beauty?" A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Ears rising upwards.

"Am I wrong for thinking that?" Logan replied, swallowing dryly. His palms growing sweaty. "I.. Thank you, Logan." The florist laughed a bit, blushing at Logans words. His thumb traced Logans knuckles, both of them turning back to the sunset now fully gone. Replaced by the glow of the moon above as the streetlamps started buzzing to life.

"You're very handsome yourself," Logan laughed at Kurt's words, the butterflies in his chest flying free.

They held hands, gazing at the stars.. Logan faced Kurt, intertwining their fingers the best he could. "How about.. next time we go out, we make it a date?" The baker offered with a soft tone,

"I thought this was a date?" Kurt huffed a laugh,

"Oh," The baker thought for a moment, he looked at Kurt with hesitance. "Does this mean I get to kiss you?"

They both blinked at each other, and before Logan could take back his words Kurt pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, a three fingered hand soft on logans cheek, brushing through those overly recognizable mutton chops. The kiss deepened before they both pulled away, a giddy smile on Kurt's face with a bashful smile of Logans.

"So does this mean we're dating?" Kurt asked,

"What else would it mean, Kurt." Kurt's name rolled off his tongue softly, as if it were a compliment or a pet name. Kurt's tail wagged softly at hearing his name on Logans lips, fighting the want to kiss them again.

The door opened, the sound of the bell making Logans head perk up. Kurt walked in with a bit of pep in his step, "Hallo!" He chirped, walked up to the display and leaning over the counter to press a kiss against Logans lips, the baker smiled into it, brushing his hand against Kurt's cheek.

Kurt leaned back, looking at Logan and suddenly putting a rose between their faces. "For you," The florist winked. "Again?" Logan laughed endearingly, "Bub, You know how much I love your gifts. But I'm starting to run out of ideas on what to do with them," He said, still grabbing the flower and spinning it in his fingers, staring at it intently,

"Sorry! I just can't help it," Kurt giggled,

"Well, guess what." Logan put a container out on the counter, nodding at Kurt. "This time I got you a gift as well,"

Kurt gasped, biting his bottom lip in excitement before opening the container, pleasantly greeted by an arrangement of cookies. All of them fresh, Kurt bounced on his heels. "You didn't have to," The florist beamed, eternally grateful.

"You always get me stuff so I thought it'd be nice of me to do the same, don't make a big deal out of it." Logan huffed, the endearment in his voice contradicting the choice of words. He watched as Kurt put the cookie contained in his bag pouch, giving Logan a quick peck on the cheek as another thank you. "I'll see you after work!"

The baker held his own cheek, watching the florist walk off with a wave. "See you, bub."

AAUUU SUPER SORRY IF THIS IS LIKE POORLY WRITTEN AT SOME POINT IM SUPER TIRED RN I TIRED MY BEST I HOPE THIS WORKS!!! They are so cute im killing them