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[valiasims]

Cozy Cabin Collection - Entryway

Hey everyone!

A little later than I would have wanted but here's my latest set I created, called Cozy Cabin. As I said earlier I want to make more sets with this theme and I plan to add some holiday objects for Halloween or even Christmas if I feel I'm enjoying the theme until then! This way we could follow through the seasons with this theme and decorate our cozy cabins to match the current season. I hope you'll join me on this road because I am excited to see the cabin come to life.

This first set is based around the entryway. I wanted to make a built-in system with shelves, cabinets and a little nook to allow sims to sit and (imagine that they) put their shoes on. Then this idea became bigger, I wanted to add a door and windows (which I didn't have time for but I still want to make) and then I started to make walls. Please, remind me next time to do not make this many walls when I haven't got too much time on my hands because I struggled to save all heights and swatches for all of them.

The built-in system has a coat rack backing part where you can snap the metal hooks to so they'll stay together and can be mix and matched. The bigger cabinet functions as a dresser.

You can put together the built-in different ways: without the bench, using the cabinets instead of the backing, building a little reading nook with them. The swatches let you to use this set in different setting as well, I think they'd look good in a farmhouse style home, or a coastal one.

(The boxes on the shelves are mostly from the Dream Home Decorator pack since I didn't have time to make some and I didn't want to show them empty.)

Let me know what you think and how you like it!

The Set Includes

Entrance Door (short and medium height)

Built-in Dresser

Built-in Shelf

Built-in Coat Rack Backing

Built-in Cabinet

Built-in Cabinet Shelf

Built-in Wooden Bench

Hallway Table (2 sizes)

Armchair

Fur Blanket

Metal Hook (5 variations: empty, coat, bag, beret, hat)

Plaid Cushion

Vase With Branches

Autumnal Books

Wall - Pioneer Wood Siding (horizontal, vertical)

Wall - Wood Paneling

Wall - Wood Panels

Wall - Wood Trunk Wall

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[suguann]

✎. he’s nice. well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you.

tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, simon is an excon, non-linear narrative for future chapters [18+ only]

part one | part two

He’s always been a little obsessed with pretty things, even as a child.

It only makes sense that the habit would follow him into adulthood.

He sees you once while he’s walking by the bus stop. A timid thing wrapped up in an oversized sweater and parka coat, not looking up from the little book in your lap until the bus stops before you and takes you away.

The next time he sees you, he makes sure to come a few minutes earlier, lighting a cigarette and keeping his distance while he watches you read the same book from the day before. Simon knows it’s you, the girl from the letters, even if it’s a big city. It has to be—his pretty, lonely, silly girl.

He thinks about walking up to you just to make sure, but he doesn’t really need to. The address on the envelope brought him here, and you’re the only one he’s seen wearing a university sweater in this neighborhood.

But when he hesitates too long, a boy starts talking to you, and he watches you smile at somebody else.

Simon runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a deep breath to fill his chest with the soothing feeling of menthol and the burning taste of nicotine, trying to relax his white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel. 

You’ll learn, he thinks, when the bus drives off, and the boy doesn’t follow you on. He’s a patient man—it’s possibly one of his finer qualities.

He lets his car idle as he climbs out before crushing his cigarette bud underneath his shoe, straightening his black tie, and crossing the street. The boy sees him and freezes, but Simon can only laugh, wiping blood off his cheek several seconds later.

You’ll learn.

He’s nice.

Well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you. But nice, you've learned, can mean any number of things: a nice laugh, a nice house, a nice job, et cetera.

But how he holds himself—tall, broad, and dangerous—hardly screams nice.

It’s funny because you don’t remember seeing him around the office before—the company, including IT, occupies only four floors in the building. 

Someone tells you he’s a friend of a friend. This initially sounds odd until Rose, the office gossip, says he’s someone rich who helps fund the company's social events. Hence, the crisp suit and the wide berth of space you’d give someone who wields their smile like a weapon. 

You quickly look away twice when you find that smile aimed at you, heat traveling up to your hairline at an alarming rate.

It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not your type. 

“Enjoying the party?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin at the deep voice so close to your ear. Careful not to spill your drink, you turn your head to find him smiling down at you with a sharp curl of his mouth.

Then he’s in front of you, eyes dark and crinkling in the corners.

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, though,” you squeak nervously when you realize you haven’t answered him. “It’s different from what I’m used to.”

He raises an amused brow. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He’s intimidating up close, and you take a small sip of your drink to ease your nerves. “Well, no kegs or trashy music playing, and boys with egos bigger than the room.”

The man lets out a low chuckle as he considers your honest reply, and you swear you see something ripple across his features, but when you blink, it’s gone. “I suppose that differs from top-shelf liquor and live bands, huh? Which is better?”

You shrug. “Well, it depends on who you ask.” 

“I’m asking you.”

“Honest answer?” 

He nods. 

“Neither. I don’t really care for parties.”

“Then it’s quite unfortunate that you found yourself at one tonight.” He seems privately amused, in on a joke you have no part of. Then he says, “You want to get out of here?”

“I probably shouldn’t follow a stranger home,” you tell him bashfully.

“That’s very responsible of you. Then how about I get you a drink? There’s a hotel across the street, and the bar’s not shit.”

You bite your lip, and his big, warm hand is on the small of your back before you say anything. It must’ve been written all over your face like he knew you would say yes.

He’s ever the gentleman, unlike most boys your age. Though, perhaps that’s the difference. He isn’t a boy—nothing about him can hardly be described as such. This fact becomes a bit overwhelming and more evident once he has you on your back, thighs nearly up to your ears, and held in place by a firm, intricately tattooed forearm.

His smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “Let’s play a game.” 

You whisper into the night air. “What kind of game?”

“It’s simple. You tell me yes or no.”

Your brows furrow, unsure of the rules of the game. “But—”

The slap against your cunt isn’t harsh, but it’s the suddenness of it, how no one has ever thought to touch you like that, is what makes you squeak and tremble underneath him—the rings on his fingers sharpening the sting—trying to scurry up the bed, but hindered by his iron grip.

“Yes or no?”

“Y-yes.”

“There’s a girl,” and then his fingertips drop down to where you're slippery-wet and sensitive, moving in hard, tight circles until you're clenching down on a curse between your teeth. "Messy little cunt."

It's too much, you think when he plugs two fingers (feeling like three of your own) into your pussy. The muscles in his shoulders roll as he shoves his fingers in and out, batting your hands away when you try to get him to slow down. Too much, too—

“It’s not. I want you to cum like this,” he says, teasing, nudging your clit with his thumb and swirling it in tight spit-slick circles; you have no choice but to chase that bright light feeling until you cum, sticky and sweaty. 

Just like he promised you would, your orgasm is a shivery thing, molten heat, incandescent, settling in your veins until it pours out of you like liquid wax against the scratchy hotel sheets, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his fingers curl up and press into where you’re soft and tender.

He smiles. “This is fun, isn’t it, love?”

“I can’t,” you whimper, not exactly answering him. “No more, please.”

His eyes, already pupil-fat, go dark at hearing you beg, nostrils flaring. Please, the key for the small amount of mercy he grants you as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit and lightly sucking it into his mouth. His lips are just there, and then they’re gone.

“Say it again.”

Your response is a wet little hiccup at the back of your throat. “W-what?”

“Beg me.”

“Please.”

“Again,” he says one more time.

“Please, please, please…”

It’s all you can think to say, strung between that dreamy space and reality, that you don’t even notice him flipping you onto your tummy with ease, not until the light in the room is blotted out as he leans over you. He wraps a hand into the scruff of your neck and presses your face into the bed, the other tucked under your hips to keep them at the right angle—held down with nowhere to go.

He leaves biting open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck—Simon—he manages to tell you his name from one little bruise to the next. Somewhere between the buzz in your ears, you hear him telling you that he wants you to moan it for him, nice and loud.

The haze clears a little, however, at the metal clink of a belt and the sound of a zipper coming undone before you feel his cock prodding you open—raw, without a condom.

“There you go. Lay there, and just—just give me what I fucking want,” Simon rasps as if you could actually move with his hands pinning you in place. 

There are many things you should feel: scared of his words, trapped by the rings digging into tender flesh, by his thighs forcefully pushing yours apart. The red flags look more like flashing lights at this point.

Instead, you feel wanted—your walls tighten around his cock, fluttering, pulling him deeper inside, letting him turn you inside out. A small smile buried into the pillow.

[lovebugism]

I love your writing <3 I saw “he so likes her” on the enemies to lovers but I so saw it pairing with the “me? I wouldn’t say I was flirting.” On the denial of feelings list. Eddie absolutely oblivious to the heart eyes he’s making as he pulls his hair in front of his face while chatting together

ty angel! hope you like it :D — eddie munson visits you at work every day, but not because he likes you (enemies to lovers-ish, fluff, 1.1k)

You hear Eddie before you see him. The clinking of his silver rings, the swishing of his leather jacket, the thudding of his worn sneakers. His musky cologne swaddles you in a cloud of his subtle scent before he’s even there. You’re smiling about it all before you mean to.

Crouched in the X-rated section of Family Video, you restock the vulgar printed tapes and glance up at the boy towering over you. Eddie’s smiling, too — perhaps bigger than he realizes.

“Don’t tell me you came all this way to keep me company, Munson,” you tease with narrowed eyes.

“No,” the boy scoffs, a little less than convincing. He props his shoulder against the metal shelf and crosses his arms over his chest. “I have much better things to do with my Friday nights. Trust me.”

Your knees creak in protest when you rise to stand before him. You cross your arms to resemble his stance and try to be normal about your forearms brushing his. “Do you?” you lilt, obviously sarcastic.

“Yeah,” he nods with a crooked smile on his pretty pink mouth. “I could give you their names.”

“Spare me,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and spinning on your heel. Eddie follows you like a lost puppy to the front counter. “You know, if you’re gonna flirt with me, maybe try not to mention other girls. I think that’s, like, rule number one.”

Eddie’s face swirls at your words. The cartoonish look of confusion makes you smile as you round the checkout station. He forces a chuckle and props his elbows on the countertop, leaning over it in a desperate attempt to be closer to you.

“There are no—” he starts, then cuts himself off. There are no other girls, he’d say if he weren’t a total coward. But, for the sake of keeping his cards to his chest, he settles on, “—I’m not flirting with you.”

Your brow arches in a playful look of inquiry. “No?”

Eddie almost caves, then. It’s almost like you want him to say yes — to admit that he’s been flirting with you this whole time because he’s loved you since the moment he met you. It would be the truth, anyway. One that he’s spent over a year shying from.

“No,” he echoes and shakes his wild head, surprising himself with his own self-control. “No, I’m— We’re just— We’re having a conversation. ‘Cause, you know, we’re friends. I guess.”

His face scrunches like there’s something sour on his tongue. He doesn’t even like the taste of his own words. 

You squint. “Do all of your friendly conversations typically include making heart eyes at the other person?” you joke with a poorly held-back grin.

Eddie falters for a moment, knowing he’s long been found out. He decides to lie anyway. Dig the hole deeper, as it were. “Yeah, actually,” he nods. “You’ve seen the way I look at Steve, haven’t you?”

You laugh before you mean to. The sunshine sound sputters up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it. Eddie must not realize how he often looks at Steve The Hair Harrington — with softly squinted eyes and gently furrowed brows — like he can never quite understand what the fuck the boy is talking about. 

“Right,” you nod, still giggling.

Eddie smiles at the pretty sound. The spearmint breath of your laughter fans across his cheek at the close proximity — one which neither of you seems eager to part from. “Yeah, so… Don’t let it go to your head, alright? There’s no flirting here.”

So you drove twenty minutes across town in a half-broken-down van to have a serious conversation? you’d ask if you felt like going around in circles.

Instead, you just nod. “Noted...”

“Now, tell me,” he starts, tilting his pretty head until his curls bunch at his shoulder. “What should me and my number of escapades watch for the evening? You know, as the resident expert and all?”

You laugh at the absurdity of his question. “I don’t know. Just— choose something,” you murmur unenthusiastically.

“I want you to choose for me,” he pouts.

“Why?” you retort, leaning against the counter to lessen the cavernous distance. 

The sudden closeness has a very obvious effect on the boy across from you. His adam’s apple bobs as his tongue darts across his bottom lip. You’re close enough to kiss now. He can almost taste you.

“So you can play it as background noise and think of me while you and this very fictitious person make out on your couch?”

“Well… I’ll probably be thinking about you either way, so…” Eddie answers when his senses return to him, shrugging with a stupid, lopsided grin. “Whether you recommend something or not doesn’t really matter.”

The look he gives you makes your stomach whirl. His eyes, made of melted chocolate, get all squishy at the edges when he looks at you. Something warm and fond swims in his gaze, speckles along his flushed cheeks, and sparkles in his smile. It’s so stupidly sincere for a boy who can’t seem to take anything seriously. The notion all but stabs you in the chest.

“You’re doing it again, you know?” you tease.

His fluffy brows pinch together. “Doing what?”

“The heart eyes thing.”

“There is no thing!” he insists with a loud, boyish laugh. “I’m just— I’m just looking at you! Is that a crime?”

“Just sayin’,” you singsong with an absentminded shrug.

Your gaze glimmers with knowing and something close to adoration as it flits up and down his form. Eddie squirms beneath your prying eyes. His ringed hands rise to his hair, gathering the untamed curls and hiding his blushing face behind them. 

“Here,” he mumbles behind his palms and chestnut locks. “Is this better for you?”

You giggle at his antics, slightly grieving his pretty face. “Much,” you nod despite yourself.

Steve and Robin watch the strange encounter from afar. They peer over the Action/Adventure aisle they’re supposed to be restocking — equal parts distracted and nosey. The boy’s scruffy face twists as he watches Eddie try hopelessly to flirt with you. “This is disgusting,” he murmurs under his breath.

“Do you think he knows?” Robin laughs, deep and gritty, as she stands on the tips of her toes to see over the metal shelf.

“Knows what?”

“That he’s obsessed with her?”

“Hell no! Look at him—” Steve scoffs, jutting his chin to the wild-haired boy across the room. 

Eddie’s got his rings all tangled in his hair now. His cheeks glow red as you help unknot the silver jewelry from his curls. He’s visibly embarrassed, but he can’t stop beaming at you. It’s borderline gag-worthy.

“—He’s got no fucking clue.”

[ameliathornromance]

Pursing your lips, you stared at the aisle of Valentine’s Day items in front of you.

One shelf held the same stuffed toy, stretching down the entire aisle. It was of a Dragon, in varying colours of red, pink, white, all holding coloured hearts of an opposing colour, with the words ‘I love you’ stitched into the fabric. 

Under that shelf, housed a variety of boxes of chocolates, filled with a variety of delectable flavours: White chocolate with coffee foam filling, another box held a mixture of chocolates, milk, dark and white with raspberry filling, salted caramel and other such sweet delights. 

At the bottom shelves sat bouquets of flowers, all of them roses in varying colours, but mostly red and pink.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you scrutinised the aisle for the hundredth time. How does one pick out a gift for an Orc of all people? 

Orcs aren’t known for this mushy stuff, and a part of you was afraid that if you dared pick one of these items, your partner may think of you as soft. 

That’s why your Orc Boyfriend liked about you, and he reminded you of it frequently. “Strong women make for great partners!” He’d declared. “They can help me in a fight, should I need it!”

While in this modern era, fighting wasn’t as nearly as important as it would have been in centuries past, your boyfriend belonged to a very traditional family of Orcs. Historically, they once led the most powerful camp in the country, and were rewarded for their peacekeeping by the Human government, by granting them colossal sums of money to help fund and keep the Monster population in check.

And while your boyfriend deciding to take you as a partner was unorthodox in his family, they weren’t going to just shoot down their relatives’ happiness. They liked you, and you liked them too.

Which is why you felt it was important to pick a good Valentine’s Day gift for your Orc. It couldn’t be too mushy, otherwise everyone would gag with disgust, and it couldn’t be too cold either. His family might think you don’t care about him otherwise.

Sighing, you turned away from the aisle and continued on with your shopping. As you picked out a few other groceries, your mind worked on what you could get for him.

You thought about what your boyfriend liked; weapons, history, cop shows, video games. 

Maybe you could buy him a replica of a video game weapon? As you got into your car, you did a quick search on your phone for such a thing.

You knew he was fond of historical games, set in the past, where Magik was still legally grey and Monsters could do as they pleased. But found that any kind of replica was way out of your price range. 

Quickly ditching the idea, you decided to try to find a history book. Your boyfriend was into any kind of history from anywhere in the world, so why not find him something like that?

Thinking on your feet, you started up the car and drove to your nearest bookshop. Upon arriving, you asked the clerk if they could help you out on your endeavour and they led you to a vast selection of tomes. 

Some were bigger than your head, heavier than you weighed, while others were so small you could balance them on the tip of your index finger. 

Finally, you came across a book about Ancient Myths of the Higher Lands, where the author told a myth and then discussed its possible origins, giving a history lesson and telling an interesting tale at the same time. It was reasonably sized, small enough for you to hold comfortably and weighed like any other book.

Smiling, you shut the book and rang it up at the counter. Upon leaving, the book in hand, your eyes caught sight of something else. 

In another shop window, you spied a chocolate console controller. The buttons were made of white chocolate, while the control sticks were made of dark chocolate. The body of the console was made of milk chocolate and had a thin strip of black liquorice coming out of its top. 

Without a second thought, you bought it from the chocolatier and put it in your bag with the book you found. 

Right, so you’d found something sweet and something personal. You questioned whether you needed another gift. 

You’d already searched high and low for anything else your partner may like, and that already proved to be quite the arduous task. 

Sighing, you got into your car and drove home. These will have to do.

A part of you felt guilty for only bringing home a book and some chocolate for your boyfriend. Because of his family, he was extremely well off, which meant that you could ask him for anything, and be reasonably confident that it would turn up in a few days for you.

You rarely asked him for much, not wanting to exploit his wealth. You felt guilty even asking him for basic things like food and helping you cover your own expenses like money for petrol.

But compared to how his gifts were going to be, you knew yours didn’t even stand a chance. 

It’s the thought that counts, you reminded yourself as you pulled up to your shared house. 

As you carefully put what you’d bought away–hiding the gifts you’d bought for your Orc, as you knew he’d be curious about what you’d got him ––you heard his heavy footfalls coming down from upstairs. 

You stashed the bags under the kitchen island’s cabinet as he leaned in through the doorway. He gave you a huge smile. “How was shopping?” He asked, brightly. 

“Good.” You said, truthfully. Frankly, it was a miracle you’d found anything for him in the first place. 

He jerked his head behind himself. “Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.”

Frowning, you abandoned your gifts in the kitchen and followed him.

“So, I’ve been thinking that maybe we should have a chill Valentine's Day this year,” he explained as he climbed up the stairs. “And I know it’s a bit early, but I just couldn’t resist.”

He opened the door to your bedroom. “And I know it’s kind of childish, but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

Your eyes widened as you looked around your room. Poles held the bed covers up at the foot and headboard of the bed, forming a tent structure above your mattress.

Inside it, there was an array of pillows along with snacks, the sheets of the bed drawn back so you could watch the TV at the end of your bed. It displayed a streaming service set up and was ready to go.

“A pillow fort?!” You couldn’t help the smile growing on your face. “I haven’t done one of these since I was a kid!”

“I know.” Your Orc answered. As you stepped into the room, he smiled as you investigated the interior, kicking your shoes off and clambering inside. “I remembered you talking about it to my mum. And then I realised I’d never done anything like that, so… I thought we could spend the entire month inside a pillow fort. I made it the way my ancestors used to pitch tents in their camps, so it should be quite sturdy.”

You peeked out of the bedsheet. “Thank you!” You beamed at him. Guilt pinched at you as you remembered your gifts. 

Your Boyfriend frowned at your falling expression. “Is everything okay? It’s not too much, is it?”

“No, it’s not that.” You grimaced. “You’re just too thoughtful. Wait a moment.”

Clambering off the bed, you rushed downstairs and pulled out your presents and came back upstairs. “I was going to wrap them, give them to you on Valentine's Day, but… it feels wrong not to give you something now, since you’ve done this for me.” When you’d reached the top of the stairs, you thrust the book and chocolate at him.

“Compared to you, my gifts are just… eh.” You smiled, weakly.

But your Orc Boyfriend, smiled and examined them. “Wait, a chocolate console controller? That’s so cool!” His smile turned into a grin, “and a history on the Higher Lands about they’re myths?” He looked up at you from them and pulled you into a hug. “You know me so well.”

“I wish I could have done something more like this,” you said sadly. 

Material items could not compare to something as sweet as this. They just never would. 

“Don’t be daft.” Your Orc said, “these presents show you pay attention to me and know what I like. These are more than just material gifts.” He kissed your forehead. “They’re proof that you love me.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He always knew just what to say, didn’t he?

“Happy Valentine’s my love.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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[moonstruckme]

if it’d be ok to ask, would you ever want to write some sweet fluff of remus & a chubby/plus-sized reader?? i’ve been kind of struggling lately, the holidays are a difficult time for me & my body and i just personally love to think about how he’d love a soft figure 🩷

Of course it's okay to ask sweetheart! I'm not sure how this ended up going in a pre-relationship direction but it did, so the adulation isn't quite as overt but I hope it comes across anyway? Hope you're having an easier time my love <33

Remus Lupin x plus size!reader ♡ 872 words

Remus stubs his cigarette out before he reaches the front door, tossing the butt into the grass and telling himself he’ll come back to throw it out later. You don’t like when he brings the smell inside, and he’s not keen on another lecture from James on how he’s shoddily built enough without sabotaging his lungs too. When he opens the door, the apartment smells of cinnamon and sweetness. 

“Fuck, he’s home. We’re doomed now.” Sirius tilts his head back, dark hair streaming over the back of the couch, to send Remus a droll look. 

“No, no, he’ll be a sport.” James turns around beside him. “Rem, we’re trying to decide between playing blackjack”—he infuses the words with a good amount of enthusiasm, eyebrows raising meaningfully—”or doing a puzzle.” His face falls. “Which would you prefer?” 

“I’m sick of blackjack,” you say, coming into the room carrying a plate of cookies. And you’re…wow. You’re wearing a dress Remus hasn’t seen before. It hugs and flutters about your curves prettily, swishing around your hips as you breeze into the living room to set the plate in front of James like a bribe. “And I made snacks, so you’d think I get a bigger say.” 

“Doll, we appreciate you, but you’re just bitter because you lost everything last night,” Sirius says while James munches happily on a cookie. “You don’t want a chance to win some back?” 

You shoot him the sort of deadpan look you’ve only recently worked up the courage to start using on them. “We were playing with gummy bears, Sirius. I’m not too torn up about it.” 

“I’d be alright with a puzzle,” Remus says, settling into his favored armchair.

Sirius sends him a look like Of course you would, you lovesick traitor, but it’s easy to ignore when you’re smiling at him so beautifully. 

“Yes! Knew I could count on you.” The easy words warm his chest more than they have any right to, helped along by your hand on his knee for balance as you lower yourself to the ground by his feet. 

“Fine,” Sirius grouses, standing, “but I’m picking the puzzle.” 

“More than a hundred pieces,” you say as he goes to the shelf. “If we’re done in a half hour, I’m going to petition for starting another.” 

“Wretch.”

You tilt your head back to see Remus, lowering your voice. “You’ve been smoking,” you whisper. 

He grins, caught. “Don’t tell.” 

“I won’t,” you roll your eyes, patting his calf reassuringly, “but don’t get near James, he’ll sniff you out too.” 

“Thanks, love. Is that dress new?” 

You dip your head, one of your shy smiles gracing your lips. “Yeah, I got it a few days ago.” 

“It looks really nice,” he tells you, struggling to keep the reverence from his tone. “You look really nice.” 

“You think so?” You make no effort to hide how pleased you are at the compliment, your eyes wide and sweet as they look up at him. It’s one of the things he really likes about you. “Thanks, Rem. Did you get a cookie?” 

“Not sure there are going to be any left,” he notes, eyes going to where James is wharfing down another, watching the two of you sneakily out of the corner of his eye. 

You laugh, reaching forward to steal a few from the plate. Remus tries not to let his eyes catch too obviously on the backs of your plush thighs as you sit up on your knees to lean over the coffee table. It’s a substantial effort.

He thanks you when you pass him a couple, inspecting the beige and brown swirls on the treat. “What are they?”

“Cinnamon roll cookies,” you say through a bite. “Figured I’d try something new.” 

Remus takes a bite, letting the warm softness meld to the roof of his mouth. “It’s really good.” 

One of your shoulders comes up, a bashful half-shrug. (Remus wants to put his hand over it. Wrap the strap of your pretty dress around his pinkie.) “Thanks,” you breathe, like the word is starting to feel awkward and too-familiar in your mouth. 

James shoots Remus a look. He ignores it pointedly. 

“We have too many difficult ones,” Sirius announces as he flops back onto the couch, unceremoniously depositing a puzzle box on the table. “I found the simplest option I could.” 

You roll your eyes at Sirius’ bellyaching, sliding the plate of cookies closer to him and giving his hand a conciliatory pat. 

The look he fixes on you in return is disgruntlement entirely for show. (He loves you, truly.) “Can we at least have some wine while we work?” 

“I have no intention of ruining your night, Sirius,” you say diplomatically. “Bring it on out.” 

He hops back up, eager to avoid the tiresome work of building the puzzle’s foundation, and aims for the kitchen. 

“Alright, losers,” James says, dumping the pieces on the table, “get us started.” 

You tug on Remus’ wrist, pulling him down from his chair so he’s sitting beside you. One of his knees presses into your thigh. You bump his bony shoulder lightly with your soft one. 

“Help me with the border?” 

He’ll do anything you ask him to.

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A Heartbeat Between Us V

Summary:

Y.N moves in with Aemond, however he has trouble dealing with his jealousy as Y.N grows closer to Aegon.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Swearing, Jealousy, Insecurity, Miscommunication, Kissing, Semi Public Sex, P in V, Oral Sex (M Recieving).

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 5576

A.N - I used Zac Gabriel as the face claim for Daeron.

A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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Aemond was almost regretting his suggestion of going baby shopping the moment he stepped foot into the nursery store.

Rows and rows of items surrounded him, none of which he recognized apart from the basics: a cot, a pram and a changing table.

But what was all this other stuff? As he stood there, utterly bewildered, he picked up an odd-looking contraption with tubes and some kind of cup attached. His brow furrowed in confusion as he turned it over in his hands.

"What the hell is this?" he muttered, more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Y.N. appeared beside him and gave him an amused smile. “That’s a breast pump,” she explained, gently taking it from him.

Aemond blinked. "Are you going to-breastfeed?"

Y.N. nodded. “I’ll give it a try. I read in one of those baby books that I can eventually express milk so you can help with feeds if you want.”

He gave a quick nod, relief washing over him. That, at least, made sense. He would be involved in every aspect of their baby's life, even the late-night feedings.

They continued walking through the aisles, moving past shelves lined with more creams, lotions, and baby products than Aemond had ever seen in his life.

“Babies have really sensitive skin,” Y.N. explained, picking up a tub of lotion and reading the label. “We’ll have to be careful with what we buy for them.”

Aemond was still trying to make sense of the endless products when Y.N. casually mentioned, “I’m thinking I’ll have to put the cot in my room, at least for now. My flat doesn’t have a spare room, so I’ll probably look for a bigger place when the baby gets a bit older-”

Without thinking, Aemond blurted out, “-You could come live with me.”

Y.N. stopped, turning to him in surprise.

He shifted awkwardly, realizing how fast he’d said it, but he pressed on. “-I have the room, and I could help more with the baby. I don’t want to miss out on anything-and it just makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, we’re having a child together, and I-I want you to feel supported. I want to be there for everything.”

Aemond started rambling, listing reason after reason, but Y.N. interrupted him with a soft smile, placing her hand on his arm.

"I'd like that," she said quietly, "-as long as I can contribute toward the bills. I won’t let you pay for everything."

A wave of relief and happiness washed over him, and he agreed, already picturing them as a family in his penthouse. His focus shifted when he spotted something on a nearby shelf.

A cot mobile, but not just any mobile—this one had tiny, intricately designed dragons hanging from it. He wound it up, and a soft, gentle lullaby began playing as the dragons turned lazily in the air.

Aemond smiled, his eyes lighting up. “I’ve always liked dragons,” he said, nostalgia filling his voice.

Y.N. smiled, too, remembering how his notebooks in school had been covered in his dragon sketches. “I remember.”

“This one,” Aemond said decisively, picking up the boxed version of the mobile. “This is the one I want for our baby.”

Y.N. nodded, touched by his excitement. It was clear how much this meant to him.

As he cradled the box in his hands, she smiled at him, already imagining their baby lying beneath the mobile, lulled to sleep by the soft music and the gentle movement of the dragons.

"Do you know what kind of pram you want?" Aemond asked, trying to sound knowledgeable but still feeling a little out of his depth.

Y.N. chuckled, taking his hand. “I’ve seen a few possibilities. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Aemond had practically marshalled his siblings into helping with Y.N.'s move, each of them assigned specific tasks.

The moving process was well underway, and he was determined that Y.N. wouldn’t lift a finger—especially not anything heavier than a pillow.

So, while Aegon, Daeron, and Aemond handled the heavy lifting, Y.N. and Helaena sat on the floor of her now almost-empty bedroom, packing the last of her things into boxes.

“Honestly, Aemond, I can carry other things,” Y.N. protested as she folded some clothes into a box.

“Absolutely not,” Aemond replied from across the room.

Helaena snickered, helping Y.N. close a box. “He’s being protective. Just let him.”

Y.N. shook her head fondly, turning back to Helaena. “Men.”

Meanwhile, Aegon, ever the opportunist, had loudly volunteered to help with the bedroom packing.

“I’ll handle the personal items!” he announced with a smirk, only to be met with a swift slap on the back of the head from Aemond.

“Go help move the boxes that are already packed and sealed” Aemond ordered, sending Aegon out of the room with a scowl.

Y.N. had already arranged for most of her furniture to go into storage, having decided that she didn’t need much in the way of bulky items.

There was only one exception: her grandfather's beloved armchair. The old, worn chair didn’t match Aemond’s sleek black-and-white decor at all, but Y.N. had insisted on bringing it with her.

Aemond had stood his ground, but when she tied him up in bed and kept edging him during sex, bringing him to the brink of his orgasm as she rode him only to stop, and after four times of being denied the chance to come he caved in, only for him to end up a begging moaning mess as Y.N overstimulated him.

Now, as Daeron worked through her collection of books and DVDs, he raised an eyebrow at what he found.

“She’s got a lot of horror here,” he remarked, flipping through a few titles. “She seriously likes this stuff?”

Aemond, overhearing, glanced over. “It’s her favourite genre. She’s obsessed with creature features and disaster movies, too.”

“Creature features?” Daeron asked, confused.

“You know, movies with killer sharks or giant, man-eating animals,” Aemond replied nonchalantly.

Daeron laughed, shaking his head. “She’s has weird taste-” he teased, only for his eyes to widen when he pulled out a book from a box. “Oh, hello. What’s this? Fifty Shades of—"

Before Daeron could finish, Aemond snatched the book from his hands. “Fifty Shades of Shite, that’s what,” Aemond grumbled. “Now stop messing around and pack.”

Daeron mock saluted him. “Yes, sir.”

Aemond then made his way to check on Aegon, who had unsurprisingly gotten distracted. His elder brother was rifling through a stack of old letters, his face a picture of mischief.

“What the hell are you doing?” Aemond snapped.

“Found some letters-” Aegon replied, waving one around. “-From Jace”

Aemond frowned deeply, but there was a gnawing sense of curiosity that led him to take a glance over Aegon’s shoulder.

Sure enough, Jace’s love-sick declarations and desperate apologies were scrawled across the pages.

Aemond’s scowl deepened, but despite the irritation boiling inside him, he said, “Just put them back. It’s not our business.”

Aegon, with a dramatic sigh, pretended to comply, but when Aemond wasn’t looking, he tossed the letters into the bin.

“So long, Jace, you fucking idiot,” Aegon muttered under his breath.

When Aemond went back to the bedroom, he found Y.N. and Helaena laughing together, nearly finished with the last of the packing. Y.N. was holding up a small box of condoms, grinning.

“Well,” she chuckled, “I guess we won’t be needing these anymore.”

Before Aemond could respond, Aegon’s voice echoed from the hallway. “Hey, I could use them! Saves me buying more.”

Y.N., completely unbothered, shrugged and tossed the box in his direction. “-I didn’t know you was seeing anyone.”

Aegon caught the box and smirked. “Not currently. But I do have my eye on someone,” he replied smugly. “Just a matter of time before she’s mine.”

Y.N. raised an eyebrow but didn’t press, going back to emptying her drawers.

Meanwhile, Aemond shot his brother a warning glare as Aegon winked suggestively at him, making his blood boil.

“Touch her, and I’ll kill you,” Aemond whispered to Aegon, to which his brother only grinned wider.

Y.N, oblivious to the tension between the brothers, finished packing her things and stood up, hands on her hips.

“Well, I think that’s everything. Let’s get the last boxes out, and then we can head over to the penthouse.”

As Y.N. looked around the penthouse, trying to get her bearings amidst the chaos of moving, she realized something was off.

"Aemond, where are all my things?" she asked, her voice tentative.

Aemond glanced up from the hallway, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “They’re in the other spare room,” he said casually, not catching the subtle shift in her expression.

Y.N.’s face fell. “Oh, s-so-I won’t be sharing your room?” she asked, her voice tight with a hint of disappointment.

Aemond, now noticing the change in her mood, looked confused. "I just assumed that you’d want your own space," he replied cautiously. "You know, somewhere you could have to yourself if you ever needed it."

Y.N. forced a smile, though her chest tightened. "N-No, it’s fine, I-I understand," she said quietly before slipping away down the hall and shutting herself into the spare room.

The click of the door felt like a punch to Aemond’s gut.

Aegon, who had been lounging on the couch, shot his brother a look of disbelief. “Well, aren’t you a fucking moron,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Daeron, standing nearby, chimed in with a frown. “You’re in love with her, she’s pregnant with your kid, and you ask her to move in, only to stick her in the spare room? What were you thinking?”

Helaena crossed her arms, giving Aemond a pointed look. “You need to fix this, and fast.” She shoved him gently towards the door.

Aemond swallowed, his stomach churning with guilt as he approached the spare room.

He knocked softly, and after a long moment, he heard her voice call from inside. “Come in.”

Aemond slipped inside, shutting the door gently behind him. Y.N. was sitting on the bed, surrounded by boxes, her eyes red as if she’d been fighting back tears. His heart sank, and he immediately knelt down in front of her, resting his hands on her knees.

“I’m so sorry,” Aemond said earnestly. “I should have talked to you first. I shouldn’t have just assumed anything.”

Y.N. gave him a small smile, but her eyes betrayed her hurt. “It’s okay. I understand.”

Aemond shook his head. “No, it’s not. I-I’ve never really lived with anyone before, not like this-” he confessed, his voice soft. “-As an adult, it’s all new to me. With Alys-she would only stay over every so often, but we never lived together. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

Y.N.’s gaze softened as he spoke, her hand moving to cup his face gently. “I get that, Aemond. But it still hurt.”

He closed his eye, leaning into her touch. “I just wanted to make sure you were happy,” he murmured. “Of course, I want you in my bed every night, but I thought you might want a space to call your own. Where you can work on your art or-get away from me when I inevitably annoy you.” He smirked slightly at his own words, but his eyes were full of sincerity.

Y.N. smiled at that, her thumb brushing over his scared cheek. “Can I?” she asked hesitantly, motioning towards his eyepatch.

Aemond nodded, and she carefully slid the patch from his face, revealing his sapphire eye. Y.N. smiled softly, gazing at him. “There. Now I can see you,” she whispered.

The tenderness in her voice, the warmth of her touch—it was more than Aemond could take. He surged forward, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands slid up her thighs to her waist, pushing her back gently until she was lying on the bed, her body sinking into the soft mattress.

The boxes around them were pushed aside, some tumbling onto the floor with a thud, but neither of them cared.

“I want you,” Aemond groaned into her mouth, his voice low and rough with desire.

Y.N. gasped, her breath shaky. “Your brothers and your sister-are here.”

Aemond smirked, his lips brushing against her neck. “We’d better be quiet then,” he teased, his fingers already working to pull her clothes off, his need for her growing with every passing second.

He peeled off his own shirt and lowered his trousers and boxers just enough to free his already hard cock.

Y.N audibly gasped when she felt Aemond’s fingers rubbing her folds.

“O-Oh Aemond” exclaimed Y.N as he slipped a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Always so warm-so wet for me” muttered Aemond as he added another finger, making sure to use his thumb, sweeping it against her pearl.

“I don’t want to wait-please-Aemond take me” whispered Y.N, as she wrapped her legs around Aemond’s waist, holding him as close as she could.

Aemond took his cock in hand, running the head along her warm wet folds, before he pressed inside her, inching forward slowly.

“So beautiful, swollen with my child” whispered Aemond.

“P-Please Aemond” whimpered Vaeda.

Aemond began to move with a slow, deep grinding. His movements deliberate and calculated.

“Gods be good,” panted Y.N.

“Fuck. You were made for me. You were made to fit my cock in this sweet cunt of yours.” breathed Aemond as he increased the pace of this thrusts.

“A-Aemond. Please.” exclaimed Y.N as she brought her hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as his thrusts shift her up and down the bed.

Aemond makes a strangled sort of sound and lowers himself onto Y.N even more, kissing her passionately.

His hips rolling against hers, his cock thrusting in and out.

Y.N kissed him back, threading her fingers through his long silky hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, just the way he likes it.

“Mine” muttered Aemond.

Y.N could feel herself clenching around him as his cock keeps hitting the same spot inside her.

“Ooo Aemond-f-faster. P-please”

Aemond lets out a loud groan as he begins to move faster pounding into her, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing around the room.

“Aemond-Aemond-”

“You’re so fucking perfect-come-come for me” growls Aemond.

“Y-Yes., Aemond” moaned Y.N squirming, the heat shooting across her abdomen as her pleasure peaks, and she explodes, her cunt tightening around Aemond.

Aemond lets out a long low groan, his movements becoming erratic. His cock throbbing as he spills inside her.

Aegon, Daeron, and Helaena were sprawled out on the sofa in Aemond’s penthouse, waiting for any sign of their brother.

Daeron leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, a curious expression on his face. “Do you think he’s apologized yet?”

Aegon snickered, shaking his head with amusement. “If the sound of the headboard banging against the wall wasn’t enough of an indication, then our brother’s groaning sure was,” he said with a laugh, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open, and Aemond stepped out, looking a little dishevelled.

He was shirtless, wearing only his jeans, his long silver hair was a tousled mess, and his cheeks tinged pink with exertion. Aegon immediately started snickering again, earning a scowl from Aemond.

Helaena raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh of her own. “Is Y.N. going to join us?” she asked innocently, though the amused glint in her eye didn’t go unnoticed.

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s, uh-sleeping,” he replied, trying to sound casual.

Daeron’s eyes widened dramatically. “Sleeping? What did you do to her?”

Aegon let out a loud cackle. “Oh, I think we all heard what he did to her,” he said with a teasing grin, leaning back on the couch as if thoroughly entertained by the whole situation.

Aemond shot him a glare. “Shut up, Aegon.”

Still grinning, Aegon shrugged. “Hey, no judgment. Just, you know-it was loud.”

Aemond sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “It’s probably best if you all leave” he said, attempting to regain his composure. “Thanks for your help today, but I think we’ll have to rearrange game night-”

Helaena smiled as she stood up, gathering her things. “You’re welcome, Aemond”.

“Fine, but you’re buying the beer next game night.” Aegon quipped with a smirk as he got to his feet.

Aemond rolled his eye but nodded. “Fine, I’ll buy the beer.”

As Daeron grabbed his jacket, he couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Bet Y.N. sleeps well tonight-”

Aemond shot him a final look of warning before quickly ushering all three of them toward the door.

“Out. All of you,” he commanded, though the faint smile on his lips showed he wasn’t truly angry.

As they left the penthouse, Aegon couldn’t resist one last comment, leaning back to shout, “Next time, at least soundproof the walls!”

The door slammed behind them, and Aemond leaned against it, exhaling deeply. Peace and quiet at last.

Aemond couldn't help but think that asking Y.N. to move in with him was one of the best decisions he'd ever made.

Life with her was everything he hadn't realized he'd been missing. They settled into an easy rhythm—taking turns cooking, sharing quiet evenings together, and every night, he found himself tangled in bed with her, relishing the warmth and intimacy that had quickly become second nature to them both.

What Aemond liked most, though, was watching Y.N. work. She had claimed a small corner of the penthouse, transforming it into her personal workspace.

All her materials were meticulously arranged—paints, brushes, restoration tools—and her attention to detail was astonishing. He found himself mesmerized by the faces she made when she was deep in concentration.

But more than anything, what drove him wild was as her pregnancy progressed, she often got quite warm, so she would often wear shorts and a sports bra whilst working from home.

The sight of her growing belly made him ache with desire and he spent his nights with his head between her thighs before he made love to her.

He was bursting with pride when she completed the restoration of a statue for the museum and watching her meticulously package up the finished piece, her smile radiant with accomplishment, was a memory he knew he’d never forget.

When she received an invite to the unveiling and insisted that he join her, he agreed without hesitation.

The night of the unveiling, Y.N. looked breathtaking. Her floor-length dress hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her swollen belly and ample curves. Aemond couldn’t take his eye off her the entire evening.

She was in her element, accepting praise and accolades for her work with grace and humility, glowing in the spotlight she so deserved. His heart swelled with pride every time someone came up to compliment her on the restoration.

Of course, the press had been there, snapping photos and recording every moment. It didn’t take long for the word to spread: Aemond Targaryen has not only moved on from Alys Rivers but is also expecting a child with someone new.

 He had known it was inevitable, but he thanked the gods they’d managed to keep it quiet for as long as they had.

Y.N. had handled the attention well, her smile never faltering, though Aemond could sense her relief when they finally made their way back home that night.

Now, with the unveiling behind them, his thoughts turned to their upcoming 20-week scan. He was counting down the days with barely contained excitement.

Soon, they’d find out the gender of the baby, and Aemond could finally start working on the nursery, something he’d been quietly planning in his mind for weeks.

The thought of preparing a space for their child filled him with a warmth that was both unfamiliar and exhilarating.

Aemond and Y.N. attended the 20-week scan with excitement buzzing between them. As Marie, moved the probe over Y.N.'s belly, the room filled with the rhythmic sound of their baby’s heartbeat.

Aemond held Y.N.'s hand tightly, his eye fixed on the monitor, watching in awe as their child appeared in crisp black and white. Everything looked perfect.

When Marie asked if they wanted to know the baby’s gender, Y.N. hesitated for a moment before saying, "Could you write it down and give it to Aemond?" Marie smiled knowingly and handed Aemond an envelope, now containing the secret of their baby's gender.

With the knowledge safely tucked away in his pocket, Aemond's mind quickly shifted to the nursery.

As soon as they got home, he began putting his plans into action.

He forbade Y.N. from stepping foot inside the room and told her the nursery would be a surprise. Soon after, various pieces of furniture were delivered—a cot, a changing table, and everything else they’d need.

To put everything together, Aemond enlisted the help of Aegon and Daeron, which turned into a comical disaster. As Y.N. sat in the living room, she could hear them bickering and swearing through the closed door.

At least twice, she heard Aemond threaten to kill Aegon, which was quickly followed by laughter and the unmistakable clinking of beer bottles.

The constant back and forth amused her—at least it sounded like they were having a good time.

Once the furniture was set up, she made a meal for them all, something hearty to thank them for their efforts.

 When the brothers emerged from the nursery, sweaty but satisfied, Aegon and Daeron couldn't stop smirking and elbowing each other as they watched Aemond gravitate toward Y.N.

He stood behind her, hands resting on her bump as she dished up the food, his eye soft and full of affection.

"Man, he’s totally whipped," Aegon muttered to Daeron, who snickered in agreement.

They couldn’t understand why Aemond hadn’t told Y.N. he was in love with her yet. Or even why he hadn’t asked her to officially be his girlfriend.

Aegon, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, brought it up. “So, bro,” he began, a mischievous glint in his eye, “what’s the deal? Why haven’t you asked Y.N. to be your girlfriend yet? You’re practically married at this point.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and at first, he ignored the question, but Aegon kept poking at him, goading him with teasing comments.

Finally, Aemond snapped, “Because I’m too scared, alright?”

His brothers went quiet, surprised by his outburst. Aemond sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his admission.

“I don’t know if she feels the same way. I don’t want to ruin what we have by saying something stupid.”

Aegon and Daeron exchanged a glance, their teasing expressions softening. Aegon, for once, was thoughtful. “You’ve got nothing to be scared of. Look at how she looks at you. I’m pretty sure she’s crazy about you.”

Daeron nodded. “And you’re going to be parents soon. You should tell her how you feel before it drives you mad.”

Aemond knew they were right, but the fear of rejection gnawed at him. What if telling her the truth upset the balance they’d found? He sighed, casting a glance toward the kitchen where Y.N. was laughing softly to herself, completely unaware of the conversation.

One day, he promised himself. One day soon.

At 30 weeks pregnant, Y.N. had been waiting anxiously to see the nursery Aemond had been working on.

He had kept her out of the room for weeks, insisting that it had to be perfect before she could see it.

But now, standing at the door, Aemond smiled and gently took her hands. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, guiding her carefully into the room.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trusting him completely as he led her forward.

Once they were inside, he took a deep breath. “Okay,” he whispered, “Open-”

Y.N.’s eyes fluttered open, and she gasped. The room was stunning. Cream and soft blue hues covered the walls, and the sunlight from the window illuminated the room in a warm, peaceful glow.

The crib stood proudly, adorned with the dragon mobile, its tiny wings gently swaying in the air. A beautifully crafted changing table was positioned nearby, and resting on it was a knitted blue blanket—Helaena’s handiwork.

“A boy-” Y.N. marvelled, her voice barely above a whisper as she admired every detail. She ran her fingers over the blanket, her heart swelling with love for the baby growing inside her.

Then her eyes caught sight of something—a sheet hanging over a section of the wall above the crib.

“What’s that for?” she asked, curiosity piqued.

Aemond stepped closer, his expression soft but a little nervous. “It’s covering the baby’s name,” he explained, watching her face carefully.

Y.N. looked at him in surprise. “But we haven’t really decided on names yet.”

Aemond smiled sheepishly. “I, uh-I kind of already chose one.”

Her brow furrowed slightly in confusion, but before she could say anything else, Aemond reached up and pulled the sheet away from the wall, revealing the name he had picked.

Y.N. took one look and burst into tears.

Aemond’s eyes widened in panic as he immediately wrapped his arms around her. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, holding her close. “I thought—I’m sorry if I got it wrong. I can change it.”

But Y.N. shook her head, burying her face against his chest as she sobbed. “No,” she managed to say between tears, “I love it. I love it so much.��

A wave of relief washed over Aemond, and he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Thank the gods,” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips. Y.N. wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes still misty but filled with joy.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her gaze drifting back to the wall, where her grandfather’s name was painted in elegant script. “It’s not a traditional Targaryen name though”

Aemond smiled, gently wiping her tears away with his thumb. “So, we break the tradition,” he said softly, his hand resting on her bump. “It’s our choice what to name our son. Besides, we can give him a Targaryen middle name”.

Y.N. placed her hand over his, just as the baby kicked. They both smiled, feeling the life they had created together move beneath their hands.

Aemond chuckled softly. “I think he approves.”

Y.N. laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in days. “I think he does.”

Aemond looked around the nursery, a sense of satisfaction and pride in his work. “Now all that’s left is to get the pram and some clothes, and we’ll be good to go.”

Y.N. nodded, her heart full as she took in the room again, but mostly she looked at Aemond, marvelling at how lucky she was to be building a family with him.

Aemond arrived home after an exhausting day, his mind already wandering to Y.N. and the baby.

As he opened the door, his ears picked up on Y.N.'s voice, sounding almost-playful.

"No, Aegon, it's too hard," she said, a teasing edge to her tone.

Aegon groaned. "So? You love it when it’s hard."

Aemond froze, blood boiling in his veins as he heard Y.N. laugh.

"Okay, fine, let's try again, but give me some time to adjust," she responded.

Aemond saw red. Was his brother seriously fucking the mother of his child in his penthouse? Right under his nose? Whilst she was pregnant?

Rage bubbling inside him, Aemond stormed into the living room, heart pounding.

"What the hell is going on here?" he bellowed, fully prepared to murder Aegon with his bare hands.

To his surprise, he found Y.N. sitting cross-legged on the floor with a PlayStation controller in her hand.

Aegon was sprawled on the sofa beside her, also holding a controller, looking completely unbothered by Aemond's entrance.

"We're playing Mortal Kombat, genius," Aegon said with a lazy grin. "What’s got you so worked up?"

Aemond blinked, his fury deflating but still simmering beneath the surface. "What are you doing here, Aegon?" he snapped, irritation lacing his voice.

Aegon shrugged. "Y.N. called me. She was home alone, and wanted some company."

Aemond shot Y.N. a frustrated look. “You could’ve called me. I would’ve come home.”

Y.N. waved him off. “You were busy, Aemond. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Aegon smirked, clearly enjoying the tension between them. “I’ll be heading out anyway,” he said, standing up and stretching. “Got a date with Cerelle Lannister tonight. As much as I’d love to stick around and wind you up further, I’ve got better things to do.”

“Yeah, fuck off” Aemond muttered, earning a chiding look from Y.N.

“Aemond, don’t be rude,” she said, though Aegon laughed it off.

“No worries. I’m used to his mood swings by now.” He leaned over and planted an exaggerated kiss on Y.N.’s head, grinning when Aemond’s face twisted with annoyance.

“Later, you two,” he called over his shoulder, strolling out of the penthouse as if he hadn’t just wound his brother up like a toy.

The door shut with a soft click, leaving Aemond glaring after him.

"I don’t want him alone here with you," Aemond grumbled, still fuming.

Y.N. rolled her eyes and placed the controller down. “Why? It’s just Aegon.”

"You know how my brother is," Aemond said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don’t trust him.”

“I’m more than capable of handling Aegon," Y.N. shot back, her voice firm.

Aemond sighed. "I never said you weren’t capable. I just—" He paused, realizing how this was coming across. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I’m just trying to protect you, Y.N. That's all."

Y.N. crossed her arms, a look of mild irritation on her face. "Well, it sounds like you're doubting me."

Her moods had been unpredictable lately. One moment, she’d be happy and relaxed, the next, she was crying over something as simple as the wrong pasta brand or getting angry when he suggested healthier meals instead of her craving for fast food.

More than once, she had snapped at him to stay away, only to come to him moments later in tears, asking him to hold her or take her to bed.

As Y.N. gazed up at him from her position on the floor, Aemond braced himself, unsure of which mood she might descend into now.

But instead of another emotional outburst, she surprised him. Y.N. shifted to her knees, her eyes glinting with mischief as her fingers reached for his belt buckle.

Aemond’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening. "Y.N.," he warned, his voice low, but she silenced him with a smirk, undoing his trousers.

Next thing he knew, Y.N’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around his soft cock.

Aemond put his hand on the back of her head as started to suck his cock and caress his balls.

Soon his cock sprang to life, and Aemond was losing his mind at the sight of her pink lips stretched around his hard length.

Y.N’s tongue ran around the tip – tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

“Fuck, Y.N!” groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through her hair.

Y.N ran the flat of her tongue along Aemond’s length, tracing every hard inch of him.

Aemond’s heart almost stopped when she sucked his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

Her hand moving slowly over the hard length of him.

When Y.N engulfed Aemond’s cock in her mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Y.N was driving him crazy.

Aemond forced himself to open his eyes, he had to watch her sucking his cock. 

“Your taking me so well. Such a good girl” moaned Aemond.

Aemond knew it would push him too far to control, but he did not care. He just had to watch his cock disappear into Y.N’s mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

Her head moving back and forth, her pink lips stretched around him. Oh, it was heaven.

Y.N smiled slightly and began moving faster, also using one of her hands in rhythm with her mouth. 

“It feels so good-” groaned Aemond his hand gripping her hair as he began to fuck her face.

“Hmmm” muttered Y.N as she dug her fingers into the flesh of his arse.

“I’m not going to last-if you carry on” Aemond admitted.

Y.N responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing as much of Aemond’s cock as she could, whilst her other hand gently cupped his balls.

“Shit Y.N! I’m going to come. Oh, fuck, I’m coming!” shouted Aemond as he exploded.

She took every last drop, swallowing his seed and licking him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Y.N’s self-satisfied smile.

“Was that to your liking?” asked Y.N.

“Y-Yes” gasped Aemond.

“Now can I have a Burger King?”

Aemond who was still dazed from his orgasm simply nodded. Damn that mouth of hers, he thought, his mind still reeling.

As he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, he couldn’t help but shake his head with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

He’d come home angry, jealous, ready to fight. Now, he was standing there, utterly undone, with no memory of why he was even frustrated in the first place.

TBC

[bardoftheshire]

Not In On The Joke || Sequel

Brian "Q" Quinn x Fem! Reader

(NOT MAKING A PART 3!!)

Summary; Q and Y/n go on a date. Sequal to Not In On The Joke.

Notes; I wrote a sequel/part II!! I figured why not, as well as the asks I've been getting.. 3rd person POV btw

Warnings; Some foul language, though not very much.

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A date.

It had been ages since Y/n has been on a date, a few years to be exact, and she was scared out of her wits.

A week ago, some random guy came up to her one day out of nowhere, flirted with her and asked for her number, as well as making her late for a meeting.

She didn't mean to be disrespectful, but man was he hot.

It was just going to be a simple café date, nothing fancy, so she got ready and put on a t-shirt and the first pair of pants she saw in her drawer, of course with a jacket and her favourite blue scarf due to the cold weather. Looks good enough, presentable.

On the other hand, Q was going way over the top, for one of the first times, he was anxious.

"What about this one?"

"Q, it's a café," Sal says, crossing his arms.

"And it's a date! What if she dressed up?" Q looks at Sal and throws his arms up.

"You know what, do what you want, I'm out," Sal says as he walks away.

Q now looks at Sal in astonishment.

"This is fine. This will be fine." He tells himself as he looks in his closet and picks his Superman t-shirt and a black sweater.

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Maybe Y/n shouldn't have been too early. She showed up 20 minutes early out of nervousness that she'd be late.

She'd already been through two cups of tea and a scone. A really big scone.

Her phone dings with a buzz. It was a text from Q.

Brian (Q): I should be there in 5 minutes ;) - 1:34 pm

Y/n lets out a deep breath, 'Finally,' she thought to herself.

Wait.

The winky face?

The fact that she started to burn up at something so small and simple made her even more embarrassed than before.

She sipped on her water and waited some more. She looked around, the ambiance of this café was mesmerising, dimly lit, some plants here and there on shelfs, and soft jazz playing. Now she knows why Brian picked this place. It was so cozy and nice in here.

"Y/n?"

She turns around to see Q standing next to the two seater round table.

She quickly gets up from her seat and puts her hand out to shake his. She had no clue what she was supposed to do.

"Brian, hello, I'm glad you were able to make it!" She says as he awkwardly looks at her hand.

The uncomfortable pause made her realize that there was no need to be professional, "Oh my goodness, I'm– I'm so sorry, Brian, I apologise for the odd professionalism," she says as she pulls him into a hug, to which he returns.

"It's alright don't worry and don't apologise sweetheart," Q says, pulling away from the hug and sitting down in the chair opposite of Y/n's.

"So.."

"Uh, how have you been? How was that meeting?" Q asked with a small smile.

Y/n smiles, "It's been alright so far, the meeting went well, I was only just a tad bit late but I wasn't chewed out for it," she laughs, "how about you, Brian?"

'Good chance to say something,' Q thinks to himself. "It's been good but it's a lot better now that I'm sitting here with you," He says with a wink.

Y/n turns bright red at the flirtation and begins to laugh a few moments later, a genuine one. A genuine laugh that made Q smile even bigger than he had before.

"Likewise, Brian. Oh, I ordered just some waters, I didn't know what you wanted so.." She said awkwardly.

"Thank you, I hope I didn't make you wait too long." He was trying his best not to be stupid, say anything stupid. But working with his friends for years will do something to anyone.

She lies, "Oh no not at all, I got here about 5 or 10 minutes before," She didn't want to make him feel bad on the first date, but she did think for a moment that he stood her up.

Q and Y/n talked for a while after ordering their meals, simply things that one would speak about on a first date, things that they like such as food or music, but even that wasn't enough for Y/n to get to know Q.

"What do you do? Like, job wise," Y/n asks, taking a sip of her water.

Q panicked for a second. 'How the hell am I supposed to tell her I work on a national television show? That proves me to be totally stupid at times!' He thought to himself.

"Uh, well–"

"Heres that hamburger, and the special," the waitress interrupts, "would you two like anything else to drink?"

"Thank you, I'll just take a black coffee," Y/n says.

"And for you sir?"

"A Coke, would be nice,"

The waitress jots down the two drinks onto her notepad, "I'll be right back with that," she says as she leaves.

"Black coffee? Not even with a little bit of sugar in it?" Q questions, an amused look on his face.

"Pfft, no way! I only put sugar in my tea, and it has to be a specific one." She laughs.

"Specific one? Like what?"

"Well, most black teas pair great with sugar and cream. Take London fog for example. It's Earl Grey black tea with steamed milk, sugar or sweetener, and lavender extract. Herbal and white teas pair better with honey, same with green teas. And then there are some that just taste good by themselves," She explains. Q admired how intelligently she spoke about this.

"Well, you've proved me wrong. Guess you'll have to show me all the different ones some other time, sweetheart," Q flirts, sending her a wink.

Y/n began to burn up once more at not only the pet name and firting, but also his asking for another date, "Are you suggesting another date, Brian?" She smirks.

"Possibly," He sets his arms on the table and leans closer towards her.

"Here's that coffee, and here's that Coke for you guys. Can I get anything out of the way?" The waitress had unfortunately been interrupting most of the date, and for some reason, Q believed it was on purpose.

"No thank you," Y/n smiles, "So, that reminds me, you never answered my question asking you about what you do for a living. Care to share?" She asks after the waitress leaves the table.

Q hesitated, should he really tell her or lie? 'What's the use in lying?' He thought to himself.

"Well, it's a little complicated," He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh? How so?"

"I kinda work in the television buissiness,"

"Like what? Tech? Acting?" Y/n questioned, her brow crooking.

Shit.

"Unscripted reality TV show." Slip of the tounge..

"Wow, really! That's so cool! What sort of show?" She exclaimed a little too loudly for the liking of everyone else inside of the café, earning a few looks and glares from others.

"Well it's this thing me and my friends all do, it's kind of like challenges and stuff," Q was sheepish, he was afraid that Y/n might like him only for his fame.

"Oh, so you're like, a star of the show? What's it called?"

"Impractical Jokers,"

"I think I've heard of it before, though I don't think I've ever watched it. Unless there was an episode without you because then I would definitely remember a face like yours," Now it was Y/n's turn to flirt.

"U-uh well, no, I've never missed a shooting before," Q was glad she'd never seen it, especially with all of the stupid and embarrassing shit he's done. And that episode with her in it. She'd hate him.

"I'll have to see it, then," Y/n says before finishing her food.

Oh jeez..

"Anything I can get out of your way?"

How many times has she come already?

"This plate and– Brian, do you need to get rid of anything?" Y/n asks politely.

"Yeah, the two plates, please." Q stacked the plates on top of each other as Y/n put the used napkins and utensils on them.

"Oh, can I get the check as well?"

"Of course, I'll be right back with that for you two." The waitress collects the plates and leaves. Leaving for what felt like the millionth time.

Y/n sighed and adjusted herself in the seat, looking around the café and finally settling her eyes back on to Q, "You have pretty eyes, did you know that?" She complimented.

Q wasn't one to get flustered. He was a guy, what kind of guy flusters as easily as him?

He finally snapped out of it, immediately thinking of something better to say, "Not as pretty as yourself, I assure you."

Y/n flushes and looks away in a pathetic attempt at hiding the bright red that tinted her cheeks.

"Here's the check, will you be splitting it?" The waitress asks, putting the black booklet with a pen and receipt on the table.

"No, that's alright. Just my card,"

"And here I thought the man was supposed to pay for the date? Hmm.." The waitress hummed, a look of disappointment on her face as she took the card from Y/n and walked off.

Q looks at her astounded, she practically judged him before he even got the chance to offer his own card. There was definitely something off.

"I could've gotten that for ya' you know?" Q frowns.

Y/n laughs, "It's alright, Brian. I don't mind at all. It was your treat taking me here, I could at least pay the bill,"

"Let me pay the tip?"

"Be my guest."

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"Thank you for this, Brian. I had a lot of fun, I haven't had that in a while," Y/n smiles at Q who was walking her to her car.

"No problem, sweetheart. I had a great time with you, too. You still up for that other date?" Q asks.

For the millionth time, her smile grew bigger, deeming it to be possible one could smile that largely, "I'm more than up for that other date,"

"Great. I'll be talking to you soon, then," Q stops where Y/n's car was parked.

"Of course, talk to you soon, darling." Y/n says, placing a small peck on his cheek before entering her car.

Q stood still, "Darling.." He whispered to himself, a smile quickly making a way to his face.

"Look who's lovestruck,"

Q turns around to see a camera crew and his three friends approaching him, "What the hell?"

"How was the date? Darling," Joe asked, nudging Q's arm.

"Wait, wait! Was she in on this? Did you guys spy on us?" Q exclaims, confused and upset.

Murr snickers and walks away with the crew and other two Jokers.

"Was she in on this! Hey!" Q shouted, unable to go after them.

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I did this really fast, I think I wrote it in like, a week? And finished it at 3 am so😬 I dunno if it's sloppy, but here's your sequel.

[cosmopretty]

Height Difference

Laila Edward’s x Fem

Synopsis: Three times your six foot one girlfriend mentioned the height difference between you both

First time:

Nothing was ever in reach for you since you started dating Laila. You swore up and down that things were lower in the cabinets and shelf’s before you and her started living together.

Groaning you turn around in Laila’s arms digging your face in her chest, not wanting the sunlight in your face blinding you. Her arms subconsciously squeeze you closer to her in her sleep. Laila could sleep through anything, which was great most of the time. Opening your eyes you push yourself up and look down at the girl under you. Your fingers move one of her braids from her face, admiring her for a moment. She looked so peaceful in this moment, instead of waking her up you gently remove yourself from her arms, feeling cold without her you grab one of her hoodies sliding it on before going to the bathroom.

Brushing your teeth quickly and throwing your hair into a messy bun you leave the bathroom going into the kitchen. Deciding on making waffles you grab most of the ingredients. You try to stay quiet to not wake up the sleeping girl in the other room. Mixing the ingredients together you start looking for the waffle iron. Finally finding it on the top self you groan, of course the one thing you needed was the one of the many places you can reach.

Jumping up and down you try and grab it only to end up in more failure. Huffing a breath of air you whine throwing your head back crossing your arms.

“What’s wrong now baby?” Laila asks walking into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from her eyes. You look at her pouting annoyed because it was probably her who put it up there. She smiles knowingly at you and walks over hugging you from behind, her chin resting on top of your head “What do you need me to get for you baby?” she asks smiling at you rubbing your waist.

Turning around in her arms you look up at her “Why do you always put things too high I can never reach them Lai” you complain to her a small pout on your lip. She smiles down at you “Because I love helping you, especially when it involves being taller than you”

You slap her shoulder annoyed “Just grab the waffle maker Laila” you demand crossing your arms. She raises her brows at you and mimics you crossing her arms “Say pretty please my tall wonderful girlfriend” she teases you.

Rolling your eyes at her you pout and bat your lashes at her “Please my tall pretty girlfriend” you beg sarcastically. She thinks for a moment “It was wonderful but I know I’m pretty” she winks at you grabbing the waffle maker with ease.

She pulls you in for a kiss bending down to reach you, her hands cup your cheeks pulling you up slightly.

Second Time:

After one of the teams games you go down from the stands in search of you girlfriend who you meet after ever game. People crowd together making it hard for you to push through them all. Sighing you look up at everyone and immediately notice Laila’s tall stance searching the crowd for you.

You push through everyone mumbling “excuse me”, and “sorry” as you make your way to her. Finally finding her you run up to her wrapping your arms around her bigger frame. She immediately hugs you back, picking you up off the ground spinning the both of you around still on her skates. She puts you down her hands cupping your cheeks lovingly “Hi baby” she breathes out.

“Hi Lai you did so good I saw how hard you played” you compliment her before realizing how much she towered over you in her skates. Your head dips back to look at her “Come on let’s get you changed so you can be back to normal height this is a bit too much” you state trying to drag her away.

She shakes her head smiling looking down at you, her head pats your head “I love wearing skates around you” she says her smile showing through her voice. Staring up at her you frown “I love you but your too damn tall baby go change I’m starving and I wanna take you out” you demand pushing her towards the locker room. She turns her head dipping it down and cupping your cheek before pulling you into a kiss, on your tip toes.

The both of you pull away from the kiss breathing heavily, you pause and look up at Laila as she speaks to you.

“Fine with or without the skates I’m taller than you and I love it” Laila tells you grabbing her bag with one hand and your hand with her other hand. She drags you with her to the locker room “I’m starving too where you thinking baby?” she asks you taking off her skates and changing out of her uniform.

You shrug sitting on the bench “I dunno where ever you want. We can invite the team too if you want I mean you guys should celebrate your win” you offer to her handing her a shirt to change into. Laila bends down infront of you, “All I wanna do is spend time with my girl tonight” she tells you brushing some hair behind your ear.

Third Time:

Laila rummages through her closet, throwing her clothes around looking for her hockey jersey. Groaning she sits back on the floor before a thought pops in her head. Of course it was you, you were always stealing her clothes.

She groans getting up and leaving her room just to find you in the kitchen, wearing her jersey as you talk to the livestream with Ava and Caroline.

“Come on baby I was looking for that jersey everywhere” Laila complains throwing her hands up. You laugh moving away from the live “My bad Lai” you say sheepishly looking around.

She sighs “It doesn’t even fit you it looks like a dress on you” she says trying to say mad at you.

You walk up to her and grab her shirt pulling her down into a kiss, her worry’s disappear when your lips touch hers. Caroline fake gags in the background “Ew ew ew get a room” she shakes her head. Laila pulls away from the kiss and grabs your hand dragging you back into her room.

She grabs the ends of the jersey and pulls it off of you, leaving you bare in front of her only in a bra. Grabbing one of her shirts she looks at you expectantly “Arms up” she demands pulling the shirt down your arms and onto you.

“I love how you look in my clothes but next time don’t take my only jersey while I’m packing for our game” Laila tells you looking you up and down. Her shirt goes down to your thighs, you nod and your faces covers with a flush “My bad baby I forgot” you apologize to her.

Her hands come to your waist squeezing the flesh softly pulling you closer to her. She breathes out a “It’s okay” before smashing her lips onto yours. You gasp into the kiss and her hands grip your thighs pulling you up to carry you.

You wrap your thighs around her waist and pull away from the kiss “I love that” you breath out going in for another kiss but she moves her head away. Smirking at you she grabs your cheek with one hand caressing your jaw “You love what baby?” she asks teasing you.

Blushing you groan “I love how you can just carry me like that” you admit biting your lip. Her thumb comes to your lips pulling your bottom lip away. She licks her lips before pulling you into another kiss.

Send some requests guys also thank @star-girl69 for helping me cook this up we ate

[loz-3]

An Unwilling Operative - Part One

Pairing: Loki x female reader Word Count: 2,475 Warnings: mild language, forced confinement, violence, forced sedation

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"Another communicator?" You laughed and rolled your eyes, "What are you doing with them? Did you lose this one too?"

A smashed earpiece slid across the counter towards you. "No..I just…I had to get Stark out of my head." The man standing in front you outside of the caged window to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s tech room sighed and a mischievous grin crept up his face, "He would not stop talking."

You laughed again, scooping the remains into a bin on the shelf behind you. "You're lucky I like you, Loki. I could have you filling out all sorts of paperwork on this…". Grabbing a new earpiece, you handed it through the window and into his open palm. "Try not to break this one… please?"

"You know I cannot make a promise like that, Y/N."

He turned with a flourish and headed down the hall. You shook your head, jotting down the time and condition of the returned tech. That man…err…God would be the death of you.

You had been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. in their logistics department for the past couple years now. Your job was handling day-to-day technology for missions, which entailed special requests and all sign ins/outs that the main team (or S.H.I.E.L.D. agents) would need for any particular mission. Yes, your office was no bigger than a storage closet in the compound, but it was adequate for your working needs.

The rest of your morning came and went. After lunch, there was a paperwork request sitting at your station. You glanced over it, noting the name scrawled in bold red letters at the top, LOKI LAUFYSON. Of course, it was a followup on his mornings' earpiece replacement. Somehow everything he needed got delayed or flagged, every single time. Shifting to your computer, you popped a quick message to the compound's announcement team, asking if someone could send him over to the tech cage on level five.

"Attention!" The compound's AI voice rang out, "Loki Laufyson to the tech cage on level five, please!"

Typically you wouldn't have to wait long, he was very quick in responding to your pages. In true fashion, barely ten minutes past before he appeared at the gate, leaning against the counter with his signature grin, "You rang, my pet?"

"I did! Seems I need you to sign these forms for that earpiece…" You slid the papers under the gate, placing a finger on the line he needed. His fingers grazed yours as he moved to complete the form. A shiver ran up your arm, goosebumps raising along your exposed skin. It hadn't been long after your first interaction that you had realized your attraction to the younger Asgardian. You would never tell him, of course, but a little shameless banter and flirting never hurt anyone.

Loki's eyes followed their trail, smirking at the result of his touch. "I have been meaning to ask you…" He looked down at his hands, rolling them against each other, "would you care to join me for a coffee? After hours."

Your jaw dropped, you scrambled to recover before he noticed, "Did the great Loki of Asgard just ask a lowly Midgardian out?.. on a date?" You waggled your eyebrows at him with a giggle.

"Ah, you must have heard wrong then." He pulled back from the cage, tossing his head in mock offence before jamming a hand under the grate to grasp around one of yours, "I see no 'lowly Midgardians' here." His thumb traced circles against the back of your hand.

A blush rushed up your neck and spread across your face, "I… yes. Yes, I'd like that."

His responding smile was dazzling, "I will see you later then… you are done here at six, correct?" You could only nod, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. He squeezed the hand he held briefly, before releasing you and disappearing around the corner. How were you going to be able to focus on the rest of your day now?

The hours of the afternoon had lagged, but six o'clock had finally come. You signed out and had started gathering up your things when a knock tapped on the now-closed gate shutter. "We're closed for the day, come back tomorrow!" You called to whoever was out there. They knocked again, "For pity's sake…" you muttered to yourself, throwing open the shutter and finding yourself face to face with Thor, "Oh! Sorry about that, I was just leaving for the day! What can I help you with?"

"My brother.." He was trying to keep a grim face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pulled up, "I understand you are meeting with him this night." He crossed his arms across his chest, further trying to look intimidating, but failing completely.

"And…?" You shot an eyebrow up as high as you could, not saying another word.

Thor shuffled his feet, his stoic expression finally cracking, "This is a joyous thing! I have been urging him to expand his social network!" He looked as if he wanted to hug you through the bars.

You cackled at him, shaking your head slightly, "Well, I'm glad you approve!"

"Out of all Midgardians on staff, you are my favourite." He was practically bouncing. You had not seen Thor so excited since he learned he could have Jarvis order his pop tarts without needing requisite paperwork. That wasn't even your department, but he had run laps around the compound, informing anyone who would listen.

You grinned at him through the gate, "Aww.. thanks Thor! But if I want to be on time…" You motioned towards the door with a slight nod.

"YES, RIGHT! I shall take my leave!" and he was gone.

Giggling to yourself, you closed the shutter, locking it from the inside and headed out the door. You thanked your morning self for choosing something cute to wear today, allowing yourself a spin in the mirror of the elevator to ensure all angles looked alright. Once the elevator had descended to the ground level, you stepped off, rounding the corner towards the building entrance. There Loki stood, leaning against the main support column near the front windows, dressed very differently from earlier in the day. Shiny black shoes under straight cut black pants; a patent leather belt with a black dress shirt tucked in, sleeves rolled to his elbows, the top three buttons undone; hair loose and swept back, curling damply at the ends.

Without any hesitation, you strolled straight over with a smirk, "I'm supposed to be meeting someone; tall, dark, clad in leather armour… seen anyone like that?"

With a chuckle, he peeled himself off the wall, extending an elbow for you to take, "I have not seen anyone matching that description, shall we go and find them?". You nodded, hooking your arm through his. You followed his lead, through the main entrance and out the sidewalk. There was a little cafe three blocks down from the compound that was busy during the day, but nearly empty after work. You often stopped in on your way to and from your apartment, which was only another two blocks from there.

The little shop was quiet, as predicted, so you grabbed a seat in the far corner, nestled between deep wood panelled walls and a tall window surrounded by potted plants. Loki sat across from you, taking the paper menu and thumbing through it. When the server swung by to grab your orders, he ordered a double espresso while you opted for a standard cappuccino, adding a cinnamon bun to nibble on.

Conversation flowed seamlessly between you. There were no uncomfortable topics, no clumsy pauses. Time flew by, slowing only when he dared challenge the need for your supplied technological equipment.

You motioned toward him with your bit of unraveling bun, "Hey now! I might not be 'super-powered' but you couldn't do your job without my tech!"

Loki snorted, "There are other ways to navigate Midgard."

"Hmph.." You stuffed the cinnamon bit into your mouth, frowning in mock outrage, following with a large swig of cappuccino. "Maybe I don't believe you… Magic just isn't a thing here." You knew of his seidr, knew that it was quite powerful. but you chose to goad him on anyways.

He snapped his fingers, producing a small green orb. It hovered above the table, shifting as if caught in a gentle breeze, "Do you believe now?"

"Nope!" You tried to look anywhere else, grinning all the while, not wanting to allow him the 'win' but you couldn't look away long. You locked eyes with him across the table, he was focused on your reaction, "Can… can I..?" You extended your palm upwards, stopping just below the glowing ball. With the slightest movement of his hand, the orb sank in the air and came to rest in your hand before dissipating with a cooling sensation. "Ooh.. I suppose there's some merit to 'magic'."

He snickered, leaning back in satisfaction. "Good." He downed the remaining dregs of his espresso, expression shifting to a more serious look. "I do not want to pry but how is one, such as yourself, so unattached?" His fingers played with the empty cup, nervously twirling it in noisy circles across the table.

"Oh! That's easy!" You snatched the cup from his hand, setting it down firmly, "The last time I tried to date, they wanted to jump straight into marriage. That wasn't going to work for me." You shrugged, taking the final sip from your own cup, "and I haven't tried since."

Loki was shaking his head slightly, smirking, "…until now, that is?"

You swatted at his arm, "Yeah, until now." A slight blush worked its way across your cheeks, so you glanced down at your hands, noting the time on your watch. "Ah crap, it's getting late. I should probably get some sleep." It was nearly ten and the tech room opened promptly at eight, sometimes even early if there were missions going out in the morning. Loki agreed, taking the empty coffee cups to the counter where the barista stood looking bored.

"Well, I'm just a couple blocks further down that-a-way…" You pointed in the direction of home, taking a step towards the street corner once you were both outside.

He followed your step, keeping the distance the same between you, "Would you care for some company on your walk?" He offered his elbow to you again.

You slid your arm into the crook, "Absolutely!"

In too-short time, you were at the entrance to your building. "Well, I guess this is me…" You glanced up at the four story brick structure, "I had a really nice time."

"As did I." You stood for an awkward moment or two, not wanting to let go of his arm but also trying to keep your nerves in check. Taking the pause as an opportunity, Loki moved himself to stand in front of you, dropping your arm but taking both your hands in his, "I wish to take you to dinner…next time, of course."

You smiled up at him, nodding, "Nice and slow?"

"Slow." He agreed, opting to place a chaste kiss on the back of your hand, and stepped back to the sidewalk, "I look forward to my next …defective piece of equipment."

You shot him a semi-serious look, "Don't you dare break things on purpose…"

"I would not dream of it." The expression on his face made you doubt his sincerity, but you gave him a grin anyways. Hesitantly, not wanting the evening to end, you stepped inside the lobby of your apartment block and up the stairs to your second floor room, stealing a glance out at Loki before he turned to go.

Using your key, you unlocked your door and stepped inside. Leaning back against it, you brought your arms up in a tight self hug. It felt as if your face would be permanently etched in happiness. "Breathe….just breathe, you'll see him again tomorrow." You spoke aloud, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. They didn't listen…and to be honest, you didn't really care. There was no way that anything in the world could ruin your night now.

You pushed off the door and wandered further into your apartment. As you rounded the corner into the living room, you saw the dark outline of someone standing near the balcony door. "Hey! What are you doing in here?!" you sternly spoke as you flicked on the lamp. The room was suddenly flooded with light and you could see the uniform patch on the strangers' jacket.

Hydra…not good.

"You need to leave, I want no part in…whatever is happening here." You turned to run back to the door, hopefully to Loki and safety (if he hadn't gotten too far yet), but another Hydra member had quietly stepped in behind you and you smacked hard into their chest. "Oof.. what the hell?! Let me go!"

The second Hydra operative spun you back around to face the tall man you had seen first. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and secured your arms to your side, while their free hand grasped around your neck, forcing your head up. "We can't, we have a very important offer for you." His sneer was ominous, as if he already knew you wouldn't agree to anything he had to say. You tried to shake your head 'no', but he continued "This is the offer of a lifetime, a one-time deal. Should you stupidly refuse, everyone and everything in your life will be forfeit."

"You and your lackey here can pound sand for all I care, I'm not helping you." It's not like you had anyone you needed to protect, the only 'family' you had left was your work family at S.H.I.E.L.D. and they could take care of themselves against Hydra. His sneer never dropped, he merely shrugged.

"Have it your way."

The grip around you tightened, the hand at your throat choked out any chance you had for air. The man in front of you pulled a short syringe out of a hidden pocket, tapping it to remove the air bubbles within the fluid. Thrashing to the best of your abilities, you managed to kick him straight in the gut, doubling him over with a grunt. All the effort, however, had used up what little oxygen was left in your lungs and the edges of the room began to darken. He brought himself back up to standing, having recovered from your kick, and swiftly injected whatever he had into your neck.

"Hush now…" Someone spoke, you couldn't tell which one. Your vision began to swim and the darkness won.

Part Two

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime.

[lfghughes]

an enemies to lovers nico fic...

a/n: 1. could anyone actually find nico annoying? 2. i promise all my marino lovers theres plenty of marino content coming 3. i will probs make more parts to this if you guys like it and ask for more

Everyone loved Nico or at least that’s what it felt like. Everyone except for you. You weren’t even sure where this hatred for each other had started but whenever you two were in the same room all you managed to do with each other was bicker. Apparently you were also in a room a little too often with him since you were close friends with the Hughes’ brothers and were often out with them or at games.

Like right now for example. You were watching the game trying to enjoy your night watching your friends play and there was Nico. Even on the ice he managed to set your blood on fire and not in a good way. He clearly knew how irritating he was because he looked up at you, sending you a quick wink as a smirk grew on his lips.

Man was he insufferable. But at least if he was on the ice he couldn’t exactly talk with you. Later on in the night you were somehow roped up into going out with the boys to some random bar where they promised it would be so much fun, you weren’t too sure about that though. “Are you and Nico just going to bicker the whole time though?” Jack asked because of course everyone noticed how you two acted in a room together.

“You know maybe if you guys just make out and get it over with all this tension will go away.” Luke pointed out and your face twisted in disgust. “Jack, can we drop Luke off. He’s talking crazy.” You told him and Jack let out a small laugh. “Right now Luke makes the most sense out of us all.” Maybe all boys were annoying, that’s what you were learning.

It was almost immediate the minute you walked into the room. “Don’t look so excited to see me.” Nico teased and there was that annoying smirk once again. “I would much rather be home than here with you, trust me.” With your own words, Jack bumped your hip, giving you a warning look. “Try being nice.” He pointed out. Jack wanted you to be nice? Fine. You went through the rest of the night being a joy…to everyone except Nico of course.

At some point in the night some guys decided to go back to Jacks apartment, Nico included which was unfortunate for you. It also didn’t seem like he had any urgency to leave the more the night passed and some of the other guys had already fallen asleep on the couch. Meanwhile you were looking for some snacks in the kitchen which wasn’t that hard because you knew Luke had a good stash except of course they were on the highest shelf.

“Need some help?” A voice came from behind you, one that you knew too well simply from how irritated it made you. “From you? No.” You simply said as you considered just climbing onto something but suddenly you felt the closeness of a body behind you as Nico’s arm reached around you to get the chips you wanted. Why the heck did he smell so good??

Nope, no you weren’t thinking about that as you turned around. Nico made no effort to move away from you. “What? Not even a thank you?” He asked and you rolled your eyes at him. “What you want me to kiss you as a thank you or something?” At your words his eyebrows raised. “I didn’t say all that but if you’re volunteering.”

“I would never.” You told him but you noticed how dangerously close he still was to you and how good his lips looked from here. “Not even a little curious?” He asked and you hesitated which was all he needed to let his fingers go to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. “No, not even a little.” You whispered to him but before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.

Somehow that small kiss turned into a much bigger make out session before both of you had decided to leave Jacks apartment and go back to his. The rest of the night went as a blur and every bit of irritation you had felt for Nico had slipped away momentarily for the night. But once you woke up in the morning to his body next to yours, the reminder of what had happened last night was right there. “Good morning, sunshine.” He mumbled, with that stupid smirk once again. “Want me to make you breakfast?” He asked as he started to sit up. “I swear if you ever tell Jack and Luke what happened last night..” You trailed off as a shirtless Nico stretched carelessly in front of you. “Yes to breakfast.”

[haikyu-mp4]

Sharing a home

word count; 1044 – gn!reader, request from @cosmiicdust <3

You work in a small office managing a growing company’s finances. Your coworkers are all gossip lovers, and you had updated them lately of the process of moving in with your boyfriend, Akagi Michinari, which had spanned over the last few weeks before finally finishing yesterday. Because the company was so small, you all took time to chatter and create a nice environment throughout your workday, which of course often steered onto the topic of romantic partners. And no one was prouder of theirs than you.

While packing up your bags for the day, finished with all your tasks, one of your older coworkers walked through the door, announcing for everyone that “someone’s lovely boyfriend is outside and making us reconsider the quality of our own love lives,” as an affectionate complaint. It caught your attention how she was clearly aiming at you.

With a growing grin on your face, you sped up and slung your bag over your shoulder before waving goodbye to everyone as you made your way outside. There he stood, your lovely long-term boyfriend holding a fresh bouquet of your favourite flowers. He waved at you shortly, a bit shy as he had stood there for a little while.

“Michinari!” you cooed, embracing him in a hug before leaning back to kiss his lips. “I didn’t know you would be here!”

Akagi shrugged his shoulders, cheeks flushed with something sweet as he put his free arm around you. “I just thought we should walk home together,” he said, making you purse your lips and nod in agreement. Your shared apartment that already felt like home, simply because it had both of you in it.

This was your first day back at work after taking a few days off to move the last load of furniture, and Akagi decided it was only right for you to walk home together. As if you didn’t already love him enough, he gave you another reason to make your coworkers jealous, even though they were endlessly happy for you.

So the two of you strolled home, flowers in your arms and your bag on his shoulder as your intertwined hands swung between you. The both of you took turns telling the other about your day, also trying to figure out what you wanted to have for dinner.

“I’ve been craving fish,” he told you, a small pout on his lips as he looked at you. You sighed and thought about it.

“I really wanted chicken, though,” you said, mostly just thinking out loud. Fish is good too, it just wasn’t what you craved today. Akagi lifted your intertwined hands to press a kiss to the back of yours before letting them fall back down between you.

“You know, we will have to make dinner together every day now,” he said, and it made you straighten up your shoulders. Right, you lived together now. Every time you remembered, your heart seemed to skip a beat to make space for him, because your heart was his heart and vice versa. “So we can have fish today…” he started, playfully hinting for you to finish his thought so that he would get his desired meal today.

“…and chicken next time,” you added, following his script even though you knew what he was doing. After picking you up from work, he deserved no less than exactly what he wanted, you suppose.

He did a small cheer, once again raising your connected hands to wave them around for a bit, making you laugh loudly and lean into his side. Part of you was embarrassed on behalf of the people passing by you, but the bigger part of you didn’t care. Screw it, let them see how lovestruck you are.

After dropping your stuff off at home and changing into more comfortable clothing, you walked back out the door together for some grocery shopping. You’d done this together before, of course, but now Akagi kept putting in random house stuff that you ‘definitely needed’ according to him.

You put a pizza cutter, which you already had two of at home but he swore this one was better, back on the shelf and then turned to him with a pointed look. “Baby, no more kitchen stuff unless it’s on our list, okay?” you said first, making him put his hands on his hips like he used to do while waiting on the volleyball court. “Stop standing like a pregnant lady and go get your freaking fish.”

He huffed and did a small pose before moving on to hopefully complete his mission. Meanwhile, you went on to complete the rest of your shopping list, thinking of what dish to make and getting the necessary elements. You were about to go to the line when your boyfriend rounded the corner and almost collided with your shopping cart. Your eyes zeroed in on what he had in his hand, which he noticed so he held up the brand new pan, which conveniently was in your favourite colour. “Come on, it’s perfect. You said we should get a new one because yours is so worn.”

It took some convincing, but finally, you agreed and laughed softly as he put it in the cart before moving to kiss your cheek, and then the two of you made your way to the till. You had a shared account for this stuff, so you swiped your card while he packed what you bought into bags, some reusable ones you had in your workbag and some plastic because there wasn’t enough space without crushing the vegetables or eggs.

You went back home, putting on some music as you both put away the groceries before starting to make dinner. “What fish did you get?”

The silence wasn’t loud, but there was enough time for you to slowly turn to your boyfriend with an accusing gaze. Your mind browsed through everything you put away in the fridge, not finding any image of fish filets.

“You did get the fish, right?”

Akagi pursed his lips and looked down, body shaking a bit as he tried to hold back his laughter. “I got distracted by the pots and pans.”

Oh, how lovely it will be to share moments like this with him every day.

masterlist

[cecilyv]

Just a bit outside (9-1-1)

Buck/Tommy, pg-13

If What’s with today, today? was indulging @liminalmemories21, this is absolutely indulging me (while also allowing Lim to be snarky). We started this a while ago, and it was jossed by both the start of 9-1-1 and the end of the actual baseball season, but we’re just rolling with it.

Who wants to see Tommy in baseball pants? 

+++

He doesn’t mean to snoop, honestly. It’s not like it was even that hidden, just mixed in with a pile of manuals and old takeout menus in the bottom drawer of the cupboard, where Buck’s kind of desperately hoping to find the way to fix the dishwasher before the trickle of water threatening to turn into a flood destroys Tommy’s entire kitchen. 

He grabs the stack, sorting through them quickly, tossing the ones he doesn’t need on the table, when the decorated cardstock falls open to a picture of Tommy in a high school baseball uniform, serious face with a slight frown, posed with a bat -- Class of ‘98! Go Cougars! -- written across the top. He stares at it, just for a second, before the dishwasher gives another ominous gurgle and he tosses the picture on the table with the rest of the things that are definitely NOT the dishwasher manual. 

It’s two hours, a washer load of soaking wet towels and a shower later -- he just wanted some breakfast, is that too much to ask? -- when he sees the picture again. 

See, the thing is, there aren’t many mementos, memories, scattered around Tommy’s house, like his life started when he joined the LAFD. There’s a lot of plants and a collection of DVDs on a shelf next to the TV (Buck doesn’t understand, he’s pretty sure he’s never actually owned a DVD himself in his entire life and certainly not an actual DVD player, which sits, pride of place on Tommy’s tv stand), and that’s about it. 

Buck never pushes him about it; he doesn’t particularly want to talk about his childhood either, and it’s enough to know that Tommy’s not close with any of his family. 

But looking at the Tommy in the picture makes Buck a little curious about how Tommy grew up, how he became the person he is. In the photo, Tommy’s somehow both smaller and bigger, more baby fat than muscle, back hunched like he was trying to hide from everyone, possibly the camera most of all. Buck can see the edges of the man he would become in his face, shoulders, and in those thighs (which are very nicely displayed in the knee-length knickers, though the orange and blue color combo of his uniform are doing Tommy’s complexion no favors). His eyes haven’t changed. 

He puts the rest of the manuals away but leaves the picture propped on the table while he finally gets around to frying his eggs and, blessedly, making coffee. He’s just sitting down with a plate when Tommy gets home, dropping his bag in the entryway. Buck calls out hello, so Tommy knows he’s there, knows where he is, but continues shoveling eggs into his mouth until he feels Tommy kiss the back of his neck, swallows, tilts his head back -- but instead of the expected kiss, Tommy’s distracted, staring at the table. Buck looks back, “Oh, I found that earlier when I--” And oh, right, he hadn’t texted Tommy in the flurry of trying to get the dishwasher fixed. “Did you know you’re supposed to change the filter in the dishwasher? Because, uh, there was a slight leak this morning.” 

“There’s a filter?” Tommy asks, as he presses his hands down hard on Buck’s shoulders, “and define slight.” 

“Small! Miniscule! I already got it cleaned up!”

Tommy nods, says thank you, and looks back at the table. “So you found the picture.”

“When I was looking for the manual,” Buck agrees. “I didn’t know you played baseball. I played football–“ 

Tommy snorts. “Of course you did!” 

And hey. “Hey!” 

Tommy squeezes his shoulders and steps back. “You kind of have a thing for running headlong into danger, Evan, I’m not sure if you noticed.” 

The end of his thought is muffled, like he’s talking with his shirt over his head, and Buck twists in his seat to watch as Tommy drops his shirt at his feet and starts popping the buttons on his pants, and– “Oh, hey, no distracting me, you played baseball–” 

“I was drafted out of high school,” Tommy says, as he kicks off his pants and reaches for Buck’s hand, tugging him up, kissing him softly. “Enlisted in the Army instead.” He shrugs and looks down the hallway toward the bedroom. “Can I distract you now?” 

Turns out, the answer is definitely, yes.  

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Little bunny 3

Yandere William Afton/Steve Raglan x reader

Dead dove do not eat! - you will get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: FNAF, mature themes, little bit of horror, William Afton(That guy is a warning himself), some curse words, William having dirty thoughts.

Note: I'm sorry for taking so long for part 3. But here it is and it's even longer than part 1 and 2. Enjoy! :)

The second night shift started a bit hastly, you were taking a nap but you slept a bit longer and your friend had to wake you in order to arrive at your shift. Luckily your friend had made coffee and you took some with you. You were so focused on getting to the Pizzaria in time that you accidentally forgot your keys on the counter before you left and didn't notice.

You arrived at the Pizzaria at exactly 12AM, and only a minute later in your office. You got the power on and checked the security cameras once again. This time you felt a bit tired from waking up from your power nap, you were glad you had the coffee with you to hopefully prevent you from falling asleep. You glanced at the clock,

12:30 AM.

You sighed. The coffee is working and you are feeling more powered, so you decided to take a stroll around the Pizzaria. You noticed the door to the kitchen, you found out last night that this is where Chica is mostly spending her time, clatting the utensils around or just being there with Mr. Cupcake.

You entered the kitchen and your eyes immediately fell on Freddy? He was sitting against the wall beside a closet, knees hugging his chest, arms resting on his sides, head hanging to the side with it's mouth a little opened. And his left ear was missing. You pulled out your phone and turned on the flashlight, shining at him. You noticed that this isn't Freddy Fazbear. Well, it looks like Freddy but he is golden. Like a Golden Freddy.

William watched everything again but this time not at home on his laptop...it's on his phone, outside somewhere.

You walked around the kitchen looking over at Golden Freddy a few times wondering why he is there. After some time you get back into the office, sitting down and drawing again, this time Golden Freddy in the kitchen.

Meanwhile William snuck into the Pizzaria while you were in the kitchen and silently walked to the parts and service room which you weren't inside yet.

You finished drawing and needed to pee because of the coffee you were downing to stay awake.

After you finished your business you glanced over to the time on your phone,

3 AM

You were about to get back to the office when you noticed a black door with the sign 'Parts and Service' slightly open.

"What the hell?" You whispered to yourself and slowly walked to the room. The door creaked slightly, and as you looked inside, you almost jumped off the ground at what you saw;

On the ground, beside the table in the center of the room, leaning against a shelf with spare Animatronic parts was a yellow and slightly different version of Bonnie, just like Golden Freddy in the kitchen but something seemed off about this one tho...

The Yellow Rabbit was sitting similar like Golden Freddy in the kitchen but with it's legs extended and spread a little bit. You noticed how it had some black spots on it's right side and it's right ear chipped off a little. Nothing too terrifying, but what scared you the most were it's eyes... they were white dots, it looked like it was activated but the Rabbit wasn't moving. You also noticed how big it was. It is bigger than the other Animatronics you could tell.

But then...

Your phone vibrated in your backpocket, making you jump and gasp. You pulled it out and looked at the screen, it was your friend calling,

"What's up?" You answered the call, slightly out of breath from the surprise.

"Hey. Is everything alright? You're breathing heavily." She asked.

"What? Uh- yeah, yeah. Everything is alright, your call just made me jump that's all." You answered with a nervous chuckle, running your free hand through your hair and glancing over to the Yellow Rabbit.

"Listen, I just wanted to call you to tell you that you forgot your keys on the counter in the kitchen. I am about to leave for work, should I get to your place and give them to you?" She asked you.

"Shit, I'm such a dumbass," you chuckled nervously again, "Would you do that for me? That would be so great, thank you." You smiled but looked at the Yellow Rabbit again since you swore you could see it's head move a bit in the corner of your eyes.

Your friend laughed, "No, it's okay, really. I will get ready and bring them to you before your shift ends."

"Thanks, you're such a Sweetheart." You chuckled

"Alright, see you later."

"See ya' later."

Your friend hang up.

You put your phone back into your pocket and looked at the Yellow Rabbit,

"Gosh, you're fucking creepy..." you muttered under your breath and walked out again, closing the door behind you.

William under the suit was grinning, "Oh just you wait, things will get alot creepier for you soon." He chuckled.

As you walked back to the office you wondered why the Animatronics didn't show up yet.

3:10 AM

You slowly got tired from the little adrenaline rush earlier when your friend called, you could feel the coffee wearing off.

"Only five minutes." You yawned and closed both office doors. Just incase.

Sitting back down, you put your arms on the desk, crossed them and leaned your head down.

You slowly drifted off into sleep.

William saw you asleep through his phone,

"Now you're beginning to slack off. Let's see how long it will last."

William began to imagine what it would be like to be inside the office while you slept. Having you all for himself and at his mercy. A smirk formed on his lips and he felt his cock stir in his pants as he thought about what he could do to you once he was there all alone with you, having you all to himself...

Slam!

You stirred awake, looking around and realizing you heard a door being slammed. You looked at each security camera, but saw nothing until you looked at the camera recording the left hallway towards the office which you learned was Bonnie's way towards the office. There was Bonnie standing there you thought.

Then your phone vibrated again. You picked it up and it was your friend again

"Hey there, just wanted to tell you that I maybe will show up later because there is some trouble with my car." She told you

"Oh. Uh, it's okay, as long as you show up I won't be mad." You said in a gentle tone

"Thanks. And sorry for it. Alright, take care." She smiled

"You too. Bye."

You hung up the phone and opened the door for the left hallway

"Bonnie?" You called out softly, seeing him standing at the other end of it. But then you noticed something...

His right ear was chipped off...

It had glowing white dots as eyes

And it was tall...

You stood there for a moment, as you saw the rabbit tilt it's head to one side and slowly walking towards you...

You quickly got back into the office, pushing the red button to close the door shut and praying that the power won't cut off again. You glanced over at the camera showing the left hallway and saw it approach the office, it's heavy metallic steps could be heard. The tall rabbit then arrived infront of the little window beside the door. Thinking this was some sort of a prank or really just an animatronic being an asshole, you walked towards the little window and slammed your palm against it

"Hey, what do you want? If this is a prank I swear I will make sure to send your ass flying out of this place faster than light!" You tried to act tough and collected but it only made it tilt it's head again while looking down at you. "So, I see how it is. You're like the asshole of the bunch, huh? Trying to act all scary and shit." you scoffed and then you noticed the spot near it's mouth begin to slowly fog up, and your eyes widening as you then slowly stepped backwards.

The Yellow Rabbit then slammed it's fist against the glass, making it split but not break yet.

"Oh no..." You then grabbed your phone as it slammed it's fist against the glass again, this time shattering it as you went to the right door, opened it and ran out. You swore you could hear that thing laugh in a menacing, slightly distorted, robotic voice and you could hear a faint human tone attached to it aswell. You made your way towards the kitchen, looking around for a safe place to hide, your only way to hide was the Golden Freddy sitting against the wall you saw earlier.

You grabbed his shoulders, moved it so you were sitting and leaning beside the metal closet beside you. You heard those loud metallic steps again.

Clank...clank...

You noticed Golden Freddy was light to move, as you discovered it had no endoskeleton inside him.

Clank...clank...

As you moved Golden Freddy infront of you, you noticed that it's back could be opened, revealing it's hollow insides. Golden Freddy was rather big, just like the other animatronics, so you quickly thought about it and shoved your legs inside, making his legs extend and then you pushed yourself into it. You figured out that the suit was easy to move, so you moved your legs into the position you saw Golden Freddy earlier, hugged close against his torso, your arms were lazily on your sides and your head fitted perfectly into the hollow head of Golden Freddy as you tilted your head to the side. If someone would look for you, they would maybe never suspect you wearing an Animatronic just like a suit.

Clank...clank...

you looked ahead since you could see through the big eyeholes of Golden Freddy and watch as the tall, Yellow Rabbit stood in the doorframe of the kitchen. If it would turn on the lights now, then it could see your eyes clearly peeking out of Golden Freddy's eyeholes.

You could see the bunny's head moving to look around, stepping forward and searching the kitchen for you. As the rabbit stepped closer to you, you noticed something in his right hand... a large kitchen knife.

The yellow rabbit walked past you, clearly not knowing you're actually inside Golden Freddy's hollow suit as he continued.

"Come out little night guard. I know you're here...I can literally smell the fear radiating off of you." the Yellow Rabbit began to speak, it's distorted, robotic voice sent shivers down your back as you could hear it growl. As you looked at the tall bunny again, you noticed it's movements were much smoother than the other Animatronics. They looked almost like if a human would move. It's moves were too human. You didn't budge, you were waiting patiently for the rabbit to get out of the kitchen. And soon, after couple of minutes which felt like hours gone by, it began to walk out of the kitchen without another word.

You waited a couple more minutes inside the Golden Freddy suit just incase if the rabbit would return.

As soon as you heard nothing except the faint humming of the electronics and sounds of the Pizzaria, you slowly and carefully slipped out of the Golden Freddy suit, placing it back into the position you found him and carefully making your way out of the kitchen, but stopping to grab a metal pipe to defend yourself in danger. When you stepped inside the main dining area, you carefully looked around to prevent any surprise attacks. As you decided the area is clear, you sighed heavily but silently, then felt your phone vibrate in your backpocket once again. You pulled it our and saw a message from your friend saying:

"I am parked outside infront of Freddy's. I'll be waiting for you."

You then put it back in and looked around one last time before walking towards the entrance. You unlocked it with the keys and just as you were about to push the door open you heard something behind you

Clank...

You instantly froze in shock, not daring to look back as you knew the rabbit has found you.

You slowly turned around, seeing indeed the tall, yellow rabbit infront of you, looking straight at you with the knife in it's hand.

"You are quite the little escape artist, huh?" It chuckled menacingly, "And now it looks like your luck has left you..." the rabbit then slowly walked towards you, flipping the knife backwards in his hand and raising it, ready to stab you. You quickly raised the metal pipe you had and aimed towards his hand holding the knife. The rabbit dropped the knife and you could hear it grunt, as if the impact had indeed hurt it. The rabbit recovered quickly and suddenly lunged at you, and you instantly stepped back, raising the pipe again and hitting him again, this time aiming at it's head. The impact made the rabbit stumble back, groaning in pain and holding the spot the metal pipe made contact with. Either this animatronic was really advanced or there was someone inside, wearing the animatronic like a suit, just like you did with golden freddy as you were hiding from the rabbit in the kitchen.

You took the momentum and quickly pushed the door open and running outside, spotting your friend's car and quickly getting inside.

"Is something wrong?" Your friend asked as you glanced back out and urged her to drive, "Please, just drive!"

Your friend started the car, and speeding off. As some minutes have passed, your friend broke the silence "What happened?!" she asked, not looking at you and straight ahead "There was an intruder who stole an Animatronic and wore it like a goddamn suit! He had a knife but I managed to escape." You replied and your friend nodded slightly.

As the two of you were back at your shared home, you went to your room and sat on your bed, trying to think logically and calming down your nerves. Then there was a soft knock on your door and your friend entered with some tea in her hand and a small bag in the other hand.

"Hey. Want some tea? Maybe it will help calm you down." She said as she placed the tea on your nightstand and sat down beside you. You leaned against her shoulder, eyes beginning to tear up as your friend looked down at you, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" She asked softly.

"The man had a knife... he-he broke the little window near one of the office doors- he chased me...I had to improvise and hide inside an hollow animatronic without it's endoskeleton. I grabbed the metal pipe and snuck towards the entrance...he reappeared and I hit him on the head and ran outside to you..." You explained as your friend gave you a weak nod, "Please tell me, did you fall asleep?" she asked and you nodded as tears ran down your cheeks, "Yes, yes I did. But it was only five minutes, I swear to god!" you cried out and your friend then wrapped her arms around you and cooed you softly

"I feel so terrible rightnow, my first job in this town and on the second shift I fucked it up. Maybe the person snuck in while I was sleeping. If-if my boss finds out then he will for sure fire me." you sobbed but calmed down slightly.

"Hey-hey-hey, no. Maybe the guy snuck inside and used the blind spots of the security cameras or maybe one of them had a delay and you just didn't noticed. Believe me or not, this happens often. The night guard gets framed and in reality it was just a bug of a camera." she explained and grabbed the small bag. You looked at it and raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" you asked and she reached in and pulled out a Taser.

"That's a taser, and you as a night guard are allowed to carry one for defense. But be aware that it can only shoot one charge at a time and you need to reattach a new charge after you fired the first one. It's only to ensure your safety." she said and handed you the taser. It felt heavy in your hands and you began to feel a little safer.

"Thank you. But what should I tell Mr. Raglan? 'Hey Mr. Raglan, I was tired and went to take a five minutes nap and someone snuck inside wearing an animatronic suit and tried to kill me'? That's just stupid." you then raised your head again and looked at your friend in disbelieve.

"No. Tell him that there may have been a glitch or a bug on one of the cameras and someone snuck inside." she answered and you gave her a weak nod, "I guess that should do it."

"Good. For now just sleep and after you woke up, we will go to Mr. Raglan and you tell him what happened like I told you, alright?" she asked and you nodded.

Your friend then left your room and you went to sleep.

[oddballwriter]

You probably get a bunch of requests so if you don't get to this one that's okay. But can I get a Moon boys with a super tall reader. I'm like 6'5 and the reader stories/headcannons I come across always have the reader short.

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Warnings: None that I actually know of. I had it that reader sometimes picks on the boys in a light hearted way. 

Author’s Snip: As a matter of fact, no, I don't have a lot of request. They've been coming in surprisingly slow since i just started doing them. Also, I'm barely 5'4 so I don't know what it's like to be tall but I'll do my best to do this justice.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven Grant

He likes it

Your height made him a bit nervous and shy when you first met

But he got into it soon after

He likes it when you hug him because he fits just right and can just put his head on your shoulder

Steven doesn't really complain about it at all.

There are times where you'll put something too high up for him to reach normally but it's not that bad

He can just get something to stand on in order to get it

You can just kiss him on the top of his head, and he just likes that

He does feel a bit silly when trying to kiss you though cause he needs to stand on his toes to reach you

Wears some of you sweaters and shirts if they fit

Marc Spector

Marc doesn't hate it

But he doesn't like feeling small

He's not used to a large height difference let alone being the one who's the shorter one

He's not gonna do or say anything though other than one "How's the weather up there." joke

Marc secretly likes it when you hug him from behind and rest your head on top of his but he won't admit it out loud

One thing he doesn't like is when you purposely put things on a shelf that he can't reach just to mess with him

He knows you're doing it on purpose because you give him this look when you grab it for him

Marc always wants to be big spoon regardless of it your bigger than him which just ends up looking funny

Jake Lockley

He prefers shorter but he also doesn't mind you being taller either

It does ruin the feeling of protecting you a little bit because he'll be mouthing someone off but your just there and people can see the height difference

Makes him feel like one of those feisty little yapping dog

He likes it when you bully him a little about how small he is compared to you

Like refusing to bend down a little so he could kiss you, pinching his cheeks, snatching his hat and holding it up

You picked him up once and he didn't hate it. He thought it was funny

He still tries to big spoon but he knows that you can just make him little spoon if you wanted

He kinda likes it though

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Meowcrontyr story

This is completely inspired by your cat lore @redsasexualdisaster

I had to make a Mhelob story ! I hope I didn't misunderstood the sacred incense thingy~!

Necrons are cats in this AU. Lol it is 4 am

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Mhelob was only twenty-eight days old kitten, and already treading the interesting expanse of the world around him.

He and his siblings spent most of their time around Orikan, their parent, who currently was luxuriously spread on the little bed in the corner of the garage. Their father, Trazyn, would visit them from time to time, bringing treats and shiny toys for them to play with.

But Mhelob was very special. He was the tiniest kitten.

Orikan told him so. He was the smallest kitten he ever made.

Usually, he would be proud of that, but right now, as his brothers and sisters were pushing, squishing, and kicking him out of his parent’s reach, he wasn't feeling too proud.

He meowed angrily.

There was no more space around their parents’ belly, and his stomach was rumbling.

He went to present his protests to a higher authority, by shoving his fluffy whiskers all in Orikan’s face.

The older necron cat listened to the concerned meowing of Trazyn’s spawn, and decided that it was a great opportunity for the kitten to learn how to solve his own problems. So he communicated that to him.

To the skitarii watering the plants outside, this all looked like a kitten went to Orikan’s face, and meowed, once, to which the bigger cat licked its face, once, and promptly went back to sleep.

Poor Mhelob was left to solve this problem all alone.

He decided that the best strategy was to summon more allies. With this in his tiny kitten brain, he went outside the garage they were sheltered by, and trotted straight to the back door that the grander skitarii forgot to close.

The house was supposed to be a space only for the necrons of the Nihilakh dynasty and humans. Orikan often warned Mhelob and his siblings against going inside.

But this necron was one determined kitten, so holding his tiny tail high, he marched inside.

At first, the strange space was spooky, but the weird smoke that seemed to come from little sticks burning at one end seemed to relax him.

He decided that walking inside the house was fun. He quickly learned that when he placed one front and back paw down simultaneously, it would make him bounce slightly.

This made every step a little jump, which brought him faster and closer to his goal.

Navigating with his nose was harder than usual, because of the thick smog in the house. It made his eyes water a bit. But he still could smell the faint trace of his father.

Soon he found himself in front of an open door.

Peaking inside revealed a long-haired cat

It was his sire, Trazyn the Infinite, and the current prize-winning cat of Belisarius Cawl.

The fluffy necron was busy jumping from shelf to shelf, from time to time, rubbing his nose, probably from the thick smoke in the house.

Speaking of.

Now Mhelob realized that his nose was itching too.

He let out a tiny kitten sneeze, alerting the bigger necron of his presence.

‘Who’s there?’, he turned, squinting at the kitten.

‘Mhelob?’ The necron jumped on the ground level. ‘What are you doing here?’

The tiny necron rushed to their parent’s belly. The sudden motion caused the big cat to place a paw on the kitten’s tiny head.

The kitten meow indignantly at the injustice.

‘I am not the right parent for this, child. ’Trazyn sighed. ‘Let’s get you to where you belong.’

After saying that, the necron grabbed Mhelob by the scruff of his neck and started walking with him toward the garage.

The kitten was calm while being carried outside the house, sneezing a couple of times on their way.

When they reached the outside, they noticed that the skitarii stopped pretending to water the plants, abandoning the still-open water hose next to the fuse box, to stare at the necrons on the cat-bed.

Trazyn dropped Mhelob and got close to a seemingly snoozing Orikan.

Mhelob trotted closer and noticed the lack of space.

He meowed loudly, prompting the skitarii to switch its focus on them.

Trazyn nodded, acknowledging his kitten’s complaint, and got closer to Orikan.

The single-eyed necron was still sitting comfortably, ignoring the both of them. The long-haired cat licked him once on his face, which was ignored.

Trazyn looked at Mhelob, winked at him, then shoved his whole face on the smooth skin of Orikan’s middle, blowing a raspberry.

The loud noise scared the one-eyed cat.

Orikan let out a yowl and jumped in the air, scaring the other kittens next to him.

When he fell back down on the bed, he raised his tail, letting out a threatening growl directed at Trazyn, only to be cut by Mhelob, who zoomed in on him, glad to see his siblings out of the way. The sudden interruption tempered Orikan’s anger.

‘So you were behind all this!’ He meowed angrily, his tail swooshing violently.

‘He complained that you were doing a bad job.’ Trazyn licked his paw, pretending not to hear the angry hiss coming from his mate.

The long-haired cat turned around, looking straight at Orikan, and blinked slowly at him.

The hissing stopped, and after a moment, Orikan blinked back at him.

Trazyn decided that now was a good time to take a catnap, after he moved the rest of the kittens in the bed before he curled in it too. After a moment Orikan lay down.  Both of them ignored the skitarii watching them, as well as the thick smoke coming from the now-wet fuse box.