#the way they slowly bring out the warmth and light in each other while understanding each other’s reluctance to open up and having patience

[i-dont-even-know-by-this-point]

I think the grumpy x grumpy trope is underrated, and there are mathematical ways to prove its superiority.

You see, a positive number, or in this case person, multiplied by (or ‘x’d with) a negative makes the result negative. Hence, an unhappy relationship with unhappy people.

However, two negatives multiplied together make a positive = overall happy relationship with happy people.

Therefore, we can see that grumpy x grumpy is indeed the best ship dynamic, because they bring out the sunshine in each other. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[golden-ebony]

Ten's a Crowd ·ᴥ·✿˖°

♡ Pairing: Logan Howlett/female!Reader

♡ Word Count: 2.4k

♡ Rating: Explicit 18+

♡ Warning/Tags: SMUT! MINORS DNI, p-v, oral fem!receiving, a tad of overstimulation,

♡ Summary: As Robo said: Logan would turn your plushies around before fucking you raw btw, he told me himself—pulls em off to the side with a gruff little “You don’t wanna see this next part bub” before turning you every way BUT loose.

♡ Note: @robo-writing MADE A POST THAT MADE ME BOTH SCREAM CHUCKLE AND INSPIRED TO CREATE THIS PIECE. robo is also one of my favs so check them out too!

You wanted to take it slow with Logan. Even if every bone in your body wanted to jump his, you actually liked him and didn’t want to do anything you believed could sabotage your budding relationship. This was a mutual yet unspoken understanding between the two of you. 

He had every intention of taking things slow with you–make his intentions clear. Having met you while you bartended at his favorite spot, you had seen him pick up and take a few girls home. You were different, and he wanted to make that clear. 

Still, every time Logan dropped you off at your apartment, it became more charged. After your first date, he simply dropped you off. After your second and third date, it ended in short yet sensual kisses. The tension was building the entirety of your fourth date. When Logan had you pressed against your apartment building door, your moans were smothered by the passionate open mouth kisses. And by god, you wanted to give in, but mother nature had other plans for you. Despite either of your wishes, you called it a night.

Your fifth date was at a drive in-movie. You brought the blankets that were laid out in the bed of Logan’s truck. The both of you admittedly got a handsy during the movie, practically missing the end of the movie.

As Logan parked in the front of your building, he carried the folded blankets that you brought to your building door. Before he could offer to bring the blankets up for you, you muttered the four words he had been waiting to hear for almost a month.

“You wanna come up?”

Logan couldn't help but perk up at that question. Your voice was as sweet as honey, and the soft glow of the porch light framed your face perfectly. He tried to keep a straight face, but the corner of his lips tugged into a small smile when you invited him up.

"Course," he said, his voice rough and low as he tried to contain the lewd thoughts that started flooding his brain. 

As you brought him up the elevator, the tension between the two of you was thicker than the blankets he carried. You needed him–need him bad. 

As soon as you entered the apartment, you told Logan that he could put the blankets on the couch. He haphazardly tossed them on the cushions but didn’t take his eyes off you. The intensity in his eyes was betraying the restraint he was trying to maintain for weeks. 

Barely a beat afterward, you were all over each other. The kiss was sloppy, your tongue immediately submitting to his. Logan’s hand roamed slightly under your sweater, fingers pressing against the warmth of your skin. 

Stumbling backward toward your bedroom, Logan kept his lips on your, drinking in the taste that he desperately wanted–hell, needed. As he laid you down, he didn't break the kiss, slowly trailing his hand up your thigh. His lips found their way to your neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

“Been thinkin’ about this all night, darlin’,” he growled against your neck as he hovered over you. His grip on your thigh tightened, earning a gasp from your lips. “Just like that, baby, I need to hear ya.”

Logan’s other hand hiked up farther near your head until his hand began crushing something soft, something smaller than a pillow. Still focused on marking the skin over your pulse, he moved his hand again just to squish another item, almost losing his grip on the bed. 

With a hint of frustration, Logan’s eyes glared open. His stare was immediately met with glossy, black buttoned eyes of a brown cow and the cheery eyes and blushing face of…maybe a dumpling, he thought.

He paused his lips’ freezing against your skin. Logan pulled away slightly to get a better look at what was under his hand. He chuckled, his voice gravelly as he looked down at the squished yet irate octopus.

You sighed due to the loss of contact, swiveling to see what had caught Logan’s attention over the woman he was making out with. He had a mixed expression of confusion and amusement. 

“You find my plushies entertaining?” you softly giggled, propping yourself up by your elbows.

“I just…” Logan’s voice was gruff with a smirk as he sized up the 6–no, 8–plushies eyeing him down. The cow, dumpling, octopus, platypus, jellyfish, hot sauce bottle, bumblebee, and mushroom propped against your pillows all had their eyes on Logan, silently judging him. “I just didn’t expect an audience. Your little posse is a bit intimidating,” he teased, looking down at you with a cheeky grin.

“Didn’t think you were one to falter under pressure,” you chuckled. From your back, you turned to look at your plushies. You gave him a tantalizing look as you grabbed the angry octopus from his hand, shaking it in his face. “They’re just here to be cute.”

“Yeah, they’re cute.” Logan’s attention was diverted back to your exposed abdomen from your slightly lifted sweater. A deep growl emitted from his chest as he lifted your sweater further to reveal your plum colored bra. His large hand cupped your right breast as a wry smile grew on his lips. “But what I’m planning on doing with you…it’s far from cute, sweetheart.”

Logan was quick to remove your sweater, throwing it toward the  mushroom, causing it to fall off the bed entirely. He dipped back down to your lips with a renewed passion. Dropping the octopus on your nightstand, you were quick to tug at Logan’s t-shirt, practically begging to lose it.

Ripping it off, you could feel your arousal pool at the sight of his broad, hairy chest and sculpted form. Over your head, he tossed his shirt. It landed over the eyes of the soft platypus, but you didn’t notice. You were too enveloped in the hot kisses Logan was lying between the valley of breasts down to the waist of your leggings. His rough hands massaged your breasts until they popped out of their constraints. 

Ragged short moans fell from your lips as he grazed and twerked your hardened nipples. Your hands raked over his larger hands before moving to his taunt shoulders, nails scraping his shoulder blades. Logan grunted as he felt your nails rake across his shoulders, his darkened eyes locking on you, hungry and filled with lust.

“Love the pretty moans you make for me, baby,” Logan groaned, his hands moving to the sides of your leggings to wiggle you out of them. Taking your panties with them, you were exposed to Logan. The glisten and scent of your arousal was too tempting.

Feeling his warm breath against your aching cunt, you inched forward, desperate for any form of contact, “Please, Logan. I need to feel you…”

Without another word, Logan applied a heavy striped lick against your cunt all the way to your pulsing clit. A stuttered moan escaped your lips as Logan buried his face into your cunt, wrapping his arms around your soft thighs to pull you closer and keep you legs opened wide.

“Hm, so fuckin’ sweet. All for me, sweetheart?” he muttered against your cunt, the vibrations causing a shiver to run up your spine. You almost missed what he said as tongue lap and darted into your sopping core at a speed that had to be sinful. 

You could barely get the words out. Your mind was reeling with such intense pleasure that Logan could only grab your attention again by nipping on your inner thigh. You quickly winced 

“You gotta speak up, darlin’. I gotta hear you,”

“All for you, Lo-Logan! Because of you!” Despite your volume, your voice came off small and pathetic as your need for Logan grew.

Rewarding you, Logan pressed a harsh kiss against your clit, sending shockwaves through you. Your hips tried to buck but were secured firmly by the strength of Logan. He was practically making out with your cunt, his nose adding just enough pressure to your clit to run you like a facet.

“So goddamn pretty, so perfect,” he softly breathed against you, darkened eyes temporarily meeting your lust-blown ones like man possessed. Your head tilted back in ecstasy, his stare too intense.

Your finger interlocked with your comforter and his hair. The grip Logan had to keep around your thighs only grew harsher as you thrashed around him. It was a vicious cycle. Your elevated moans drove Logan to delve deeper which only made your thrashing worse and your moans more boisterous. Logan knew you’d learn better once you woke up with the bruised prints in the morning. You knew you’d cherish them. 

From your tightened grip on his hair and the sheets, Logan knew you were near your edge. His name was spilling out of your lips as if it was the only word you knew now. Coming up for air didn’t matter; Logan was prepared to drown in your soaked core.

Your climax was almost violent, your legs quiver as you released. Logan lapped it up like a dying dog, the taste of you making him moan. He couldn’t help but rut against the edge of your bed as he licked you clean through your high. The friction was welcomed but not enough.

Your body relaxed as you tried taking in deep breaths to regain a semblance of control. Before releasing your thighs, Logan affixed one last bold brush to your ruined cunt for good measure. Your cheeks were flushed as you looked down at him again. His eyes locked with yours, dark and intense. His eyes seemed almost feral, his need for you evident. He needed more–more of you, all of you.

Logan slowly kissed a path up your body, pausing momentarily to admire the indented prints he had left on your hips. He relished the taste of your skin, his lips leaving a trail of light kisses along your thighs, hips, your stomach, your chest. Your body was still quivering 

Finally, his face, still damp with your arousal, was mere inches away from yours, a smug smile on his lips. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before he spoke, his voice a low, rough whisper.

“You okay, darlin’?”

You huffed into a small smile. It floored you how he’d asked, knowing damn well he could still feel your toes curling and your leg involuntarily shaking. It floored you further how badly you still wanted him.

Kissing the corners of your mouth, darting your tongue to gather the remainder of your arousal from his face, you hand grazed his growing bulge. You received a strained grunt from Logan.

“Why do you still have these on?” The sound of your rough and sultry voice, your question–it only made the strain in his jeans worse.

Standing and exposing his full physique, he was quick to remove his jeans and briefs.  Your eyes went wide as the sight of his thick, engorged cock, the tip already leaking down a vein. 

Logan chuckled lowly at the sight of your reaction. Seeing your widened eyes and parted lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“So goddamn greedy, baby. Didn’t get enough already?” he mocked, laying down to cage you under the weight of his body again.

In response, you pulled him closer, your lips attached to his neck. Your tongue smoothed over every nip. Logan growled, his cock finding some relief from the friction against your hip.

Logan's eyes softened as he was again face-to-face again with the soulful eyes of your cow, slightly tilted on its side. Its fallen comrades were on the floor, preemptively averting their own innocent eyes.

He spoke gruffly, under his breath, “Uh, yeah, you don’t wanna see this next part, bub.” He picked up the cow and spun it around, leaning it against the headboard.

Your plushies didn’t see it, and you could barely handle it. Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes as Logan continued to roughly push into you climax after climax after climax. From your back to your stomach to your side, your body was completely coated with sweat and pleasure. Hearing you moan, beg, and whimper only drove Logan to push you further and further till the only word you could conjure was his name.

“It’s not too much, sweetheart, yeah?” Logan’s warm breath groaned against the back of your neck, raising the hairs on it. His bulky arm hooked around to belly, trapping your pelvis against his. He had slowed his tempo in comparison to the previous two rounds, but he hadn’t been this deep. With his leg The tip of his cock was pressing faint kisses against your cervix. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he could witness your face contort in continued pleasure. “You can take it, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good all night.”

Your voice was gravelly–surely going to be gone in the morning–as your exhausted eyes peered toward Logan, “I-I can’t, Lo-gan…not again.” 

“C’mon, just one more for me, baby. Fuckin’ sinful how good you feel,” he murmured against your flushed cheek. 

You nodded as you watched Logan hand move down to your overstimulated clit. The slightest pressure was enough to make your soft walls abruptly clench around his cock with a lusty ring. Rolling your hips against his, Logan was close to losing it. A growl escaped Logan’s chest as he picked up his pace–a stuttered pace. 

“That’s it, baby. Let it happen. Drench my cock.”

“Fuck, Logan!” You cried, your entire low body trembling against his. Your own arousal dripped down to your thigh, dampening your blanket.

Logan pressed your arched back closer to his hairy chest. With one final thrust, he was incoherently grunting before staining your walls with his seed. Filled with his warmth, you felt your body completely relax–finally. 

Logan's breathing was ragged against your neck. The only things that filled the room were your and Logan’s shared pants and the scent of your mixed arousals. He held you like that for a few moments, his heart pounding against your back. Logan was now having second thoughts about ravishing so rashly for your first time.

“Too much?” Logan asked, his voice tired and laced with concern as his hand softly massaged your side.

You wrapped your hand behind you to caress Logan’s cheek. A weak smile formed on your lips, “No, no…it was…” You couldn’t find the words. Your brain was foggy with gratification. Instead, you reached for your irate octopus on your nightstand. Quickly inverting the plushie, the octopus now had a gleeful expression. 

Handing it to Logan, he gruffly chuckled, accepting your response. He planted a chaste kiss on your cheek with a satisfied smile. It was just the beginning for you two–or the ten of you.

♡ note: i love hearing y'all's thoughts

[xrstuve]

AS LONG AS I’M WITH YOU | abby anderson x reader !

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄

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nightmares chased abby in her sleep night after night, making it almost impossible for her to get an ounce of rest, thoughts running through her head every time she closed her eyes, not long enough until she was engulfed by the frightening feeling of waking up to yet another nightmare.

you were the only person who knew about her usual nightmares, making it clear to her that you were always there for her whenever she needed help, or when she just needed a shoulder to cry on. someone who could help her understand her feelings, buried deep inside of her under what felt like a heavy amount of emotions she couldn’t seem to control. her emotional state was a mess, and she only showed that side of her to you. she let herself become vulnerable around you, knowing that you would always accept that part of her although it was falling apart, wanting to be fixed.

and tonight was one of those restless nights, not being able to get a wink of sleep and constantly being tormented by nightmares, which always seemed to be the same ones that haunted her over and over.

abby neared your room, softly knocking on your door as she tried to make the least amount of noise possible. it was currently 2:36 am, only the soft light of the moon illuminated the dark hall, your room number in her view as she stared at the door, emotionless. she immediately felt guilty for disturbing you this late at night, not wanting to wake you up from your sleep, but her thoughts were interrupted when you opened the door, dressed in your pajamas as your sleepy eyes sent a soft expression towards abby.

you could already tell what was up, her body trembling and dark eye bags prominent as abby looks up briefly at you, slowly lowering her gaze as she lets out a shaky sigh. you bring your hand up to her cheek, delicately caressing as a way to comfort her. you lead her in, taking her hand into yours, fingers interlocked as you guide her to your medium sized bed.

not a single word was exchanged from the interaction, making abby feel a bit more at peace at not having to respond to any questions and just being able to bask in each other’s silence. you peel the duvet from off your bed, slowly sliding in and positioning yourself so that abby could lay beside you, resting her head on your chest, her body instantly relaxing from the warmth you radiated.

her body moved closer to you, legs intertwined as she wrapped her arms around your waist. you rested your head against hers, sighing as your fingers massaged her scalp, playing with the strands of her hair as you felt her breathing slow down.

you carefully move your head to look at abby, and you can notice her expression clearly. brows furrowed, her lush lashes still tainted by tears, the curve of her nose accentuated by the dim light that went through your window curtains. you could feel that her body was still tense, trying to rub her shoulders while you laid your head just above hers.

“relax baby, i’m here with you” you said as you place a kiss on her forehead, softly humming against her skin, feeling her body relaxing against yours. “it’s okay love, i’m here.”

“i don’t want to lose you too.” she finally speaks, voice trembling as her lips quivered. she tried so hard not to cry, but the more you reassured her and whispered sweet nothings to her, the more she felt like crying. it was surreal for her. to have someone who cared so much, especially someone like you.

your heart ached at her state, slowly getting worried as you shift in order to look at her better, moving your hands to cup her face, making sure to get rid of the tears that were forming in her eyes. she leaned against your touch, closing her eyes as more tears threatened to stain her cheeks.

“baby, i’ll always be here for you. i could never leave you, okay?” your tone soft and gentle as she slowly opens her eyes, staring at you for a few seconds as she sends you a small smile, getting closer to press a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling away and placing her head on the crook of your neck.

she slowly nods, feeling reassured at the thought of you always being there for her. you hear her sniffle, her nose rubbing against your neck which makes you let out a soft giggle at the ticklish feeling. abby catches this, proceeding to place soft kisses against your neck, making you hum contently.

your eyes meet hers, and oh does your heart swell. her eyes on you as she sends you a big warm smile, accentuating her dimple on her left side as she looks at you lovingly, as if you hung the stars up in the night sky. “what’s got you smiling like that all of a sudden, hmm?” you whisper, averting your gaze from her lips to her eyes.

“nothing baby, i just love you so so much.” she proceeds to press her lips on your cheek, leaving soft kisses on your skin as she slowly gets on top of you, her elbows propped on her sides, not wanting to crush you. you push her away softly to meet her eyes again, cupping her cheeks, abby leaning against your touch as she loops up at you through her eyelashes.

“i love you too baby, i’ll always be here for you.” you take her hand, offering a small kiss on the side of her palm, reciprocating the gentle act, making her heart melt almost immediately. you could feel one of her hands on the side of your hip, sliding its way under your shirt as she rubs soft circles across your skin.

“forever and always?” abby whispers as she leans her forehead against yours, awaiting for your answer. only the sound of the outside world could be heard in the background, while a comfortable silence was shared between the both of you.

“forever and always love.”

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is it me or pajamas is such a silly word.

i remember when i was writing this and wanted it to be angst but it drastically changed to fluff 😔 ig i’m just a sucker for fluff 🤭🤭

anyways, i wanted to thank y’all for all the love on my first post!! it rlly means a lot to me since i barely write 😭 but y’all make me want to write more!! :) i hope you enjoy this little oneshot of abs, and i hope y’all have a lovely day <33 mwah! 💗

[merbear25]

Enjoying the little things

There's never a dull moment when you're with him even on days that are calmer than others. On days like these, small flickers of his inner thoughts give you a deeper understanding of him.

Zoro, Mihawk, Sanji, Law

CW: SFW, gn!reader, established relationship, headcanons + drabbles.

Zoro: training in the early morning, the brisk breeze, a chill in the air. He enjoys waking up and being productive when the rest are still sound asleep. It gives him the feeling of having the upper hand. When there's a chill in the air, it hitches his breath, reminding him to maintain his breath control. The brisk breeze feels nice against his skin as he's training, acting like a natural cooling system.

You asked to accompany him on one of his early training sesssions, of course, already knowing you'd have to wake up before the crack of dawn. He agreed to let you tag along but added that he didn't want to hear any complaining about how early it'd be or tired you'd feel. Crossing your heart, you gave him your word that you'd be on your best behavior.

Waking up the next day was showing to be difficult though, while you weren't, and would never be, a morning person. Despite your sluggish steps getting out of bed, you put on a good face when you noticed Zoro, who was already geared up to set out for the day.

Taking a double take, your body language was hinting to him that you were probably going to be a thorn in his side this morning. Paying it no mind, he gestured for you to come to the upper deck of the Sunny. You simply nodded while trying to hide the regret on your face.

However, you would have never guessd how grateful you would be to see him with the soft glow of the morning sun speckling his sunkissed body. After each set, his usually furrowed brow was instead eased, and his walls appeared to lower to the gentle breeze of the ocean air.

"You're staring at me," his even tone broke the silence of the new day. "Why?" You didn't have much of a response so blurted out the first thing that came to mind that being that he looked unbelievably handsome. In saying this, you couldn't have predicted any other reaction out of him—he went rimson. Averting his eyes from the sudden shock of your blaten honesty, he could barely utter a 'thanks' before continuing his regime.

Mihawk: the crackling of a fire, sunsets, clear nights. He likes being under the stars and how they, as well as the moon light his way. Sunsets bring a peaceful end to the day, covering the sky and illuminating rooms with its soft color. The fire supplies warmth, not just with heat, but also in atmosphere. The crackling brings a sense of liveliness to the cold interior of the castle.

Sitting in the study together was one of your favorite ways to spend time with him. It was almost routine at this point to end the day by joining him infront of the fireplace, each of you curled up with your own book. Even though the castle was built from cold bricks and stone, the fireplaces throughout it gifted the both of you with comfort.

The natural light of the day was dimming to pinks and oranges, letting the fire become more prominent within the room. Embers from tonight's flames were rather lively: the wood splintered and cracked. Feeling the roasted firewood on your person, you affectionately shifted your gaze to him.

His intense stare had been softened by its brilliancy; exhailing, the moon's illuminating beams entranced him next. He must have known you were watching him, though he refrained from calling attention to it. While your eyes kept on him, you saw slight alterations in his stoic stature: his lips twitched at the corners, his eyelids lifted and lowered more slowly, and his chest rose and fell at a much steadier pace, as if he was admiring something in the distance, just outside the window.

When he finally decided to acknowledge your gaze, you didn't shy away from it, and he didn't ask why you were watching him. Instead, you let the tender love you had for him be expressed through a knowing smile. The corners of his mouth were faintly tugged, almost resembling one in return.

Sanji: sunrises, the smell of coffee and tea, sharing a meal. The shades of orange, pink, and purple remind him of the love and passion he has always had for his friends and dreams. The smell of coffee and tea awaken his senses, sharing a meal gives him a sense of gratitude that he has people to eat around the table with.

Sanji was one of the first of the crew to wake up, afterall, he was in charge of feeding everyone. However, you were there to greet him in the kitchen this morning. Having already started the coffee, you thoughtfully asked how he'd like it. Seeing you this early was a lovely surprise.

He'd tried insisting on you letting him prepare the drinks, but you reassured him that you could manage making the coffee just fine. Upon joining him at the table, you noticed a sincerity to him that you hadn't come across before. With the warmth of dawn peaking in through the window, you wondered if he'd always had this side to him that perhaps you overlooked. Either way, you couldn't help returning his peaceful gaze.

Reaching out to hold your hand, he made sure to thank you. To you the gesture of making coffee was so minute, although it seemed from his appreciation, that it really is the thought that counts. Returning his love with a light squeeze of his hand, he scanned the slight waves of the sea. The tones of pink and orange were now mixing into purple.

"Aren't sunrises beautiful?" he asked in a rosey tone. Before agreeing with him, you admired the man, his eyes being filled with hope and joy. You added that they're much more beautiful when enjoying them with someone you care about. Turning to you, he was grateful for having shared this morning with you.

Law: the creaking of branches, rustling of leaves, crickets chirping. These serve as a reminder of the different forms of life that make up our world. Nature is a majestic force, and although it can be frightening at times, it means he's never truely alone. There is a sort of comfort in knowing this.

The day had shown to be a taxing one. Having accomplished far less than he'd wanted to, he excused himself to his study to reevaluate his approach. The Polar Tang was to stay docked at the island's port until the crew was able to gather the necessary items and information they'd originally set out for, which meant being tied to an island as breathtaking as this one until further notice.

There was a steady wind that night: the branches of the surrounding trees were swaying, their leaves accompanying them in rustling. Peace and tranquilty were gradually replacing the qualms of the disappointing day. Looking around, you just came to the realization that you hadn't seen Law since reboarding the submarine.

Taking it upon yourself to check up on the most likely sulking captain, you began making your way to where he said he'd be. Upon reaching it, however, you were met with a vacant room. Running through all of the other locations he could be, you settled on checking on deck again.

Low and behold, there he was, seemingly brooding against the railing. When you approached him, you noticed that his eyes were shut, and although his eye brows weren't eased, his breaths were drawn out in an unagitated manner. It was then that your ears caught on to the distant sound of chirping from crickets. Even with the rustling of the leaves and creaking of the branches, the song of those insects could still be heard.

He opened one eye to measure you up, but closed it again when you placed your hands on the railing, looking out dreamily at the darkened forest. The energy being released from Law was the exact opposite of earlier. Without having to say anything, you understood that there was a comfort he found in nature. You didn't want to ruin his rarely peaceful demeanour, so you just let yourself enjoy the scenery with him in silence.

[haru-natsuka]

The Rhyme (Malleus Draconia x Wife Reader)

Genre: Fluff

- I write the non-angst version for you guys! And because Malleus deserves better

"You act like a child. I'm getting confused about which one is my child"

You caressed your husband's head as he tried to snuggle closer towards your body and warmth. Your back was laid on the bed stand while your husband put his head on top of your leg. Although you sound like you are mad at him but he only responds with a smirk as he knows very much how you love him to be close to you. Therefore, it was time to bring him to reality.

You tried to lift his head and it would be a success if he did not purposely put all his weight on your lap. You even tried to move your legs from being a comfortable cushion for him but he still laid firm and even chuckled at your misery. No way you would let Malleus win this war. You slowly approached his neck and tickled him. It was a failed mission. Same results as before.

"If you don't move, I will touch your most sensitive part." You gaze at his horns in a victorious look only for you to be dumfounded by his reply

"You do it and after that, you might be pregnant with our second child" You blushed so hard at his comment as you do understand his meaning. Being pregnant with another child was only the outcome but the process of it, a month without leaving the bedroom was too much! The fact that you just gave birth to your first egg was enough for you to not try to seduce your husband more, maybe in 10 years more.

"Dear, I am in love with your voice. Sing more, please. The same song"

"But that song is for our child and you just put our egg out of my reach. At least, let me hold him while singing it" You looked at the egg that was floating above from Malleus but a bit far from your reach. Did Malleus think your child was a kite?

"Dear, just focus on me first. Our child will get plenty of your attention when he hatches from his egg so now your eyes should be on me" A hand caressed your cheek before it slipped at the back of your neck and Malleus pulled your face towards him. His lips gently kissed you again and again which just melts your heart from trying to let yourself free from him. When he stopped kissing you, you took the advantage to peck at his forehead.

"Because you give me so much love, it's just right to repay it"

A warm cradle

Starlight and the happiness

Even now I will be by your side

As we look at each other

Don't be afraid

Even if you wake up from the dreams

Sleep, sleep, my beloved child

In dreams,

I pray you would be guided toward the light

Malleus could not help but keep on staring at his wife's face looking up at their egg as she sang the songs with a loveable look on her face. It was the face of a mother who tried to pour her love into her child with the song. Telling the child that she would be safe as the mother was always by his side so the child just should keep on dreaming happily without any worry.

Was this how his mother looked like when she sang the song for him before? Such a gentle look and love was so warm. It was different when Lilia tried to sing the song for Silver. Mother's love was a really special thing. No one told him anything about his parent so this much was enough. To know his mother loved him this much was enough. He was not lonely and alone at all.

A warm cradle

Starlight and the happiness

Even now I will be by your side

As we look at each other

Don't be afraid

Even if you wake up from the dreams

Sleep, sleep, my beloved husband

In dreams,

I pray you would be guided toward the light

The change of the lyric for the second time did catch him out of his guard while his wife just smiled as she knew he noticed the thing she did. "Thank you, dear" Malleus had a smile of joy as he hummed along to his wife's voice. He loves his current life.

[asapeveryday]

nika smut pleasee

Make a Wish

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Warnings: smut (thigh riding), alcohol

Summary: After a good game the team is ready to celebrate with a fun night out…you and Nika have a different kind of fun afterwards

A/n: I’m not gonna lie this lowk sucks 😣 forgive me. I’ll get better at writing for her I promise.

The drink burns your throat on its way down, but the warmth it brings to your body makes it worth it.

Fingers tingling, mind racing and body moving. The music was loud and the place was bustling. The girls usually kept it lowkey, but this win was so big it deserved something more, so when you suggested clubbing nobody objected.

Being Nika’s girlfriend meant you were automatically invited to these things. You felt awkward at first, seeing as you two were a fairly new couple and this was a team celebration, but she never failed to reassure you.

“You’re my girlfriend…there’s no way I’m going to a club without you.” She said with a smile. Who were you to argue?

Seeing her like this was something else. The lights were flashing, her hair was swaying against her moving body, her eyes closed and enjoying the music. You needed to be closer to her.

Dancing with Nika was something out of a dream. She was upbeat, singing along to songs, pouring shots into your mouth and spinning you around. It was all fun until you took it upon yourself to really dance. Slowly moving, pressing your backside against her front and tilting your head so her own could fit above your shoulder.

The look in her eye immediately changes. You’d never had a situation like this before. That point in the relationship hadn’t been met yet, so being pressed against her like this, your ass basically grinding into her? It was nerve-wracking, and turning you on to no end.

When her hands find your waist you can’t help but smile. You can feel her breathing on your neck and it sends goosebumps down your spine. Her eyes are burning holes into yours as you grind together to the music.

The moment is interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. A very amused KK whispers something in Nika’s ear, and she parts from you. “Paige just puked everywhere, so we have to head home.” She yells over the music. You’re disappointed, but there’s nothing you can do. The three of you join the others outside. You, Nika and KK call an Uber as you were all a little too tipsy to drive.

The quiet inside of the car is is shocking in comparison to the pounding noise of the club you’d just been in, you and Nika were squeezed in the back together while KK was in the front. Your knee was bumping into Nika’s, and although it was nothing to think twice about, your skin was tingling. Perhaps it was the tequila, or the memory of her calloused hands strong on your hips.

You almost choke on your breathing when she reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek. After shooting her an inquisitive look she says “There’s an eyelash on your face.”

On her finger there is in fact an eyelash, and she holds her hand in front of your mouth with a smirk. “Blow, make a wish.”

Nika’s eyes are stuck to you like honey, when you blow on her finger and hold her stare you don’t miss how her vision darts to your lips.

Lowering her hand casually to grip your thigh, she whispers “I played pretty good today, didn’t I?”

“So good.” You mumble, nervous at the change in atmosphere. She’d never touched you like this, possessively, and her usual cute and almost awkward voice had turned quiet and serious.

“I don’t think I can stay at my dorm tonight.” She murmurs into your ear. It’s less of a statement and more of a suggestion, one that you’re willing to take.

“Stay with me.” You look up at her. “That’ll make one wish fulfilled.”

You can tell that if it weren’t for KK and the Uber Diver in the front, Nika would’ve kissed you by now. Her hazel eyes keep darting to the mirror upfront, KK is on the verge of passing out and the driver is pretending not to notice anything. You and Nika share an understanding look between each other, one that says “just a little longer”

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The lights are still off in your apartment when the two of you tumble inside, and you slam the wall multiple times before you actually hit the switch. Nika’s lips are too distracting, and she’s been dying to taste you all night.

Being flush against the wall, one hand is beside your head and the other on your face as her mouth clashes with yours. It’s urgent and fiery from your combined drunkness and Nika’s confidence from the earlier victory. You can feel yourself get wetter by the minute.

Her leg is positioned between yours, and her lips are trailing from your face to your neck. She sucks and licks at the sensitive skin, smiling at your breathy moans. You can’t help but lightly grind against her leg in hopes for any type of pressure.

At that, you’re moving around the apartment again, tangled in one another as you crash into things before finally landing on the couch. You scramble to sit on top of her, straddling one of her almost bare thighs as your lips connect again. One hand grips your ass and the other gropes your breasts, pinching at your nipples which causes you to gasp.

Your core is pulsing and she can feel it on her skin. Suddenly both her hands find your hips again, and she slowly manipulates you to grind onto her.

You pull away from the kiss to look at her, hair wild and makeup smudged. You don’t care how you look, you just want her to see how she’s ruining you, puppeteering your movements as you make a mess on her thigh. Her tongue occasionally wets her lips, muttering in Croatian and whispering praises.

When Nika starts to flex her leg muscles you feel the knot building gradually. You’ve fully soaked through your underwear now, and the skirt you wore to the club was riding up to no amend. Your breathy moans turned to louder ones with her help.

“C’mon baby, keep going.” She sweetly murmurs, your forehead pressed against hers, her eyes glued to your body grinding against her skin.

You’re tired but determined to chase your high. Nika had preformed for you all day so you were happy to put on a show for her, rocking your hips to achieve that heavenly friction as she slapped your ass and kissed you sloppily.

When you cum it sends shivers down your spine, the deep knot inside your stomach unraveling. You can’t help but slump over her, sticky, hungover and exhausted.

“So good.” You mumble against her neck.

Nika traces on your back and places a soft kiss on your cheek before saying “You looked so sexy.”

You lift your head to meet her eyes, her expression is tired but satisfied. You can’t help but laugh as as you swipe her cheek with your finger and show her the stray eyelash you’d captured.

Holding your hand to her lips, you smile.

“Blow, make a wish.”

[dokries]

moonrise

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/comfort, established relationship

word count: 564

warnings: the moon is talked about like it’s a sentient being cause i’m sentimental, a forehead kiss, can be read as existential in a way but it doesn’t have to be, Big Promises, there is so much implied in their words that even i can’t figure it out

author note: happy birthday to me :) (this is queued!) to me these still seem like midnight ramblings from a month ago but i hope you enjoy reading nonetheless! this goes hand in hand with sunset but they’re not directly connected, just written with the same things in mind and the same late times

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he stares at you, unsure of what your pensive look means as he says your name, his voice a gentle reminder of him being by your side. 

“you alright?” joshua asks, concern etched into the way his tone shifts to a whisper at the end, blending into the air around you, the window open in his room to let the two of you see the sky clearly.

you turn towards him, and he’s entranced by the way the moonlight shifts on your skin, creating shadows and plateaus on your face he never noticed before.

“the moon is so beautiful,” you say instead, his previous question left to swirl into the breeze that was now picking up.

joshua smiles, shaking his head, and you know it’s him silently agreeing with you.

“it knows so much more than we could ever seek to understand, doesn’t it?” you ask, and his eyebrows furrow at the thought before he nods.

“it’s seen all the emotions that exist in our languages and those left unsaid—rage, resentment, regret…” joshua holds your hand in his as he continues quietly. “love, compassion, and comfort. it knows all these personally, all while never experiencing them itself.”

you hum in agreement, and the two of you go back to staring up at the subject of your musing. 

“i wonder if it ever judges us—if we’re hated for our foolishness and mistakes that it’s seen us repeat for millennia.” 

you let the silent question hang in the air. am i too foolish to be with you?

joshua turns to you once more, squeezing your hand in response before speaking. “eventually, i think it may be proud to see our achievements, the way we continue to love despite our circumstances.” 

no, you never could be.

his shoulder brushes against yours and you sigh, warmth seeping into your arms at first before slowly reaching your neck and your head, and finally manifesting in your temple once he places his lips on your forehead. 

joshua pulls away too quickly, and the sun does not take over the moon as you thought it would while he was pressed against you. 

he smiles softly, bringing his arms around to wrap you in his grasp. maybe the sun has come out, the light on your eyelids too bright to be false as you close them.

you both sigh in unison as he places a hand over the back of your head, shielding the two of you from the breeze. he lets go after a moment to close the window, even though he doesn’t want to move from your side, and leaves flutter in with the scent of jasmine as he sits down beside you once more. 

joshua tries for a wide grin and when you chuckle softly, he knows that it’s alright to hold your hands and whisper as he looks into your eyes. “my love for you will stay with the moon for the next lives we live, even if they are apart.”

you smile softly, your touch holding a thousand promises left unspoken. “our lives will not be without each other, and the moon will stay with us for the moments we are unable to be together.”

joshua’s eyes slide back to the calm surroundings outside the comfort of your company and his shoulders slump down against you, desperately hoping that the moon will keep your foolish wish alive. 

[tough-n-dumb]

lullabies

this ficlet is shamelessly inspired by the ending of No Reason to Be Afraid by @insignificant457 because i couldn't get inej wishing kaz a goodnight out of my head. thank you for writing this beautiful pre-canon fic—all credit goes to you!

“Goodnight,” she calls after him, then winces. Goodnight? You’ve just joined a gang, Inej, have a little dignity. He pauses, already halfway out of view, then leans back to look around the doorframe, his eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “Goodnight,” he says stiffly. She gives him a weak smile, which he registers before leaving without further comment.

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It becomes a habit; a nightly routine. A goodnight, Kaz her closing remarks of most evenings—or sometimes in the dark and early hours of the morning, depending on the day. More often than not, he’ll murmur it back. If he doesn’t, she’ll give him a little tsk and a hushed, chiding manners before slipping out the window. 

They spend more time together than she thought they would—probably more than he thought as well. But after jobs, she begins to linger, the windowsill in his attic rooms now her designated perch. From it, she can watch both him and the city like the spy he’s crafting her into. She likes to dangle her feet into the cool air and observe the stars that burst through Ketterdam’s cloudy sky. They’re in different places in the night sky here than in the Ravkan plains and mountains, but the constellations are familiar. She is so far from home, but the longer she spends in the Slat, in her perch in this dangerous boy’s room, the more the definition of home starts to change (though for her, home has always been other people). 

She sometimes uses variations like sleep well or sweet dreams though she knows he’ll most likely have neither. She tries not to worry about that; tries not to listen to his pacing above her, the way his bed will creak in the middle of the night from him tossing and turning. She can only imagine what he sees when he closes his eyes in the dark. She understands what it’s like to face your demons even in sleep. 

When she uses these softer variations, he’ll often smirk and offer a wry remark in return. Something along the lines of, “What’s next Wraith, you’ll sing me lullabies?”

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” she shoots back. She gets comfortable, teasing him like this, and it pleases her that he doesn’t seem to let anyone else get away with it. 

But what neither of them know—and how could they?—is that years down the line when those same nightmares come knocking she will do just that, lending him the lilting words her parents sang to lull her to sleep whispered into his hair, the rich Suli consonants curling around them in the darkness. Their voices, they find, are one of the best ways to bring each other back from the crumbling ledge of their memories—though they’ve always known to some degree that that was the case. 

One night, she’s reclined on the sill, legs stretched out and head tilted back, the warmth of summer bathing over her even after the sun has set. She yawns and rubs her eyes, and when she opens them, Kaz is staring at her. He clears his throat and looks away, shuffling some papers on his desk in a manner she knows is just for show. 

“Go rest, Inej.” It’s a dismissal, but not an unkind one. Simply a directive. She nods, rubs her eyes once more and sits up all the way, about to wish him a goodnight when—

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” He mumbles it while still staring down at his mess of papers. 

She freezes and lowers her hands, a big smile spreading on her face. 

“What was that?”

“Go to bed, Inej.”

“Oh, no, that’s not what you said.” She is absolutely grinning now, much too pleased that she’s taught her Barrel boy niceties. She thinks his face is slowly turning pink, the tips of his ears bright with color. 

When he finally looks up at her, she feels her chest tighten at the sight. His eyes are so dark they’re nearly black in the room’s low light. The shadows crease his face into hard lines, but yes, there it is—a high blush spreading across his sharp cheeks. 

“Goodnight,” he finally repeats. “And have the sweetest of dreams, darling.” He’s injected a gratuitous amount of sarcasm into the words, but the way his eyes dart over her face—and, she thinks, settle on her lips before he looks back down at his desk—gives him away. 

“Goodnight, Kaz,” she says before slipping into the night. Tonight, she isn’t plagued with her usual nightmares. Tonight, she dreams of a leather-clad hand in hers, warmed by the sun, and sea breeze in her hair.

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Saw (3 hours late) that u needed writing ideas…..I have a list of 134 of them….ranked from most desired to least….I shall share.

Enhypen OT7 reaction (separate) to their s/o just walking up to them and being like ��hug. now.’ in a pouty I-had-a-bad-day-and-u-must-make-it-better voice….?

Idk if it’s a good one but it’s been on my list for a while and I never got to making it/asking for it so here I am now….

ofc like always: take care of ur self before the ask box 🙌🫶🥰

if u want to omit this request or any others cuase of exhaustion feel free to do so! You come first!

have a lovely day/night!

~🪷 anon

a/n : hiii sorry for the super long wait 😭 i had a hard time finding time and the motivation to write recently but i hope this is to your liking and thank you for being patient 🤍 i decided to make this into more of a headcanon format because it's hard to make the scenarios different :/

pairing. bf!enhypen x gn!reader genre. fluff

lee heeseung.

hee would find you adorable. you'd be the cutest person in the world, with a slight pout and sleepy eyes. he'd drop whatever he was doing at the moment to take you in his arms and cuddle with you until both of you drifted to dreamland. his heart at ease knowing that he had you in his life.

park jongseong.

jay might chuckle a bit at your drowsy state, he didn't want you guys to fall asleep on the couch so he would tell you to get on his back to put you to bed. he closed all the lights of the living room on his way, repressing a small smile feeling your nose rub against his beautiful jaw.

sim jaeyun.

tbh jake would be more likely to be the one pouting for a hug most of the time, so seeing you do it, he'd jump at the occasion to be close to you. literally, he'd jump a little. he'd cover your face in little kisses to finally landing the last one on your lips, that one lasting a little longer.

park sunghoon.

sunghoon would be pleasantly surprised by your direct request for a hug. with a smile on his face, he would gladly wrap his arms around you, creating a safe space. sunghoon would listen attentively as you vent about your day, offering words of comfort and reassurance. he would go the extra mile to make you feel better, perhaps even suggesting to watch a movie together in bed under the warmth of your blanket.

kim sunoo.

sunoo would get so happy hearing your voice and seeing your little eyes trying not to close would be the cutest scene he'd ever see. he'd scoot over on the couch to let you sit beside him, laying your head on his chest as he toyed with your hair. you guys would talk about how your day went and then fall asleep in each others arms

yang jungwon.

jungwon would malfunction for a second, not understanding what you had said for a second. realizing your desperate need for a hug at that moment, he'd warp his arms around your neck, bringing in your face to the crook of his neck as he slowly patted your hair, laying a small kiss on the side of your ear.

nishimura riki.

niki's initial reaction was to grin and tease you but as you groaned out of exhaustion, he understood that your need for a hug was urgent. he'd wrap his arms around you, lifting you off the ground for a playful moment before setting you down. he'd slowly swing you guys side to side, inviting you to dance in the middle of the kitchen

© miyu 2023 - do not copy, translate, repost or plagiarise my work anywhere !

[mxdimitrescu]

Can you please do a Twice S/O black cat/golden retriever fic

Twice "Golden Retriever"/"Black Cat" S/O

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Nayeon

~Black Cat~

Nayeon's bubbly outgoing nature contrasts with your calm and reserved nature.

You prefer quiet evenings at home while Nayeon is the life of the party, however you don't mind being dragged to events because Nayeon's happiness is contagious and you're just content just being by her side.

Nayeon is very much open affectionate, constantly showering you in hugs and kisses however you are less expressive, showing your love through small gestures that Nayeon treasures.

Jeongyeon

~Golden Retriever~

Jeongyeon is known as the protective one over her Twice members, including you, due to you being more carefree and sometimes a bit naive but your innocence and positivitiy brings out Jeongyeon's softer side.

You are more dependent and love being around Jeongyeon however, she is more independent and values her alone time so both of you compromise by giving each other space while enjoying plenty of quality time together.

Jeongyeon is the calm and collected while you are the playful and excitable which is perfect because you both balance each other out and you take joy in teasing Jeongyeon who secretly loves the attention she gets from you.

Momo

~Black Cat~

We know Momo is the more cheerful and optimistic one and it clearly contrasts with you, being the more serious and introspective nature, but you love seeing Momo's smile since it brightens up your day.

Momo, due to her love for dancing, is more active compared to you. You prefer for relaxed activities like reading or watching movies but you sometimes will join Momo in dancing, your favorite being ballroom dancing or tango.

At first, your walls were very high that it took you a while to open up to Momo but thankfully Momo was very patience with you, allowing you and Momo to build trust and deepen the bond. Momo, on the other hand, is open and direct with her feelings.

Sana

~Black Cat~

Sana's personality is the embodiment of cheerfulness and bright which is a stark contrast to yours, mysterious and reserved. But you admire Sana's ability to make everyone around her feel special and loved.

Sana is the capitalized E in Extrovert and enjoys meeting new people and exploring new places. However, you are an introvert, prefers quiet night in but Sana is slowly bringing you out of your shell while you help Sana appreciate the calm moments.

Sana is very expressive and loves sharing her emotions, bringing warmth and light into your relationship while you are more subtle in affections, bringing steadiness providing a grounding force.

Jihyo

~Black Cat~

Jihyo, as our ever faithful leader, is known for her upbeat and positive energy which is a contrast to your more reserved and contemplative nature. However, you find Jihyo's enthusiasm contagious and uplifting.

Jihyo is a natural leader, enjoys being in charge and guiding others while you prefer independence and working alone. Both of you balance each other by supporting each other's strength and respecting each other's differences.

Jihyo is openly affectionate and loves expressing love through words and actions like calling you "jagiya" while you are more subdued, showing love through quiet, thoughtful gestures that she deeply appreciates like running her a hot bath after a long day at the company.

Mina

~Golden Retriever~

You are playful and outgoing which contrasts to Mina's graceful and reserved nature which Mina enjoys because your cheerfulness brings lightheartedness to her life.

Mina is an introvert, enjoying quiet moments while you thrive in social settings. You both complement each other by balancing each other's needs like chatting while playing Minecraft or Animal Crossing in your own home.

Mina is subtle when it comes to affections and it is balanced out by your more expressive and open-hearted nature. Both of you learned to appreciate and understand each other's way of showing affection.

Dahyun

~Black Cat~ Dahyun's high energy and cheerful disposition contrasts with your calm and quiet nature. You admire her ability to light up any room with her bright smile and her jokes.

You are a homebody, prefer the comfort of home while Dahyun is the social butterfly. socializing and being around people. Both of you found balance by enjoying both social outings, mostly with Twice, and cozy nights in together.

Dahyun is affectionate, however in the confines of home, however you are more reserved, showing affection through gifts and words which Dahyun finds endearing.

Chaeyoung

~Black Cat~

Chaeyoung has more of a creative and spontaneous personality which contrasts with your more grounded and thoughtful nature. You appreciate Chaeyoung's originality and flair.

Chaeyoung enjoys expressing herself and being in the spotlight while you are reserved and introspective.

She is more expressive with her emotions and love sharing her thoughts and feelings. You are more stoic but provides a steading and calming presence in her life.

Tzuyu

~Golden Retriever~

Tzuyu's reserved and elegant nature contrasts with your fun-loving and energetic personality. Your enthusiasm bring a smile to Tzuyu's face and helps her relax.

Her clam and composed demeanor balances your spirited and sometimes impulsive behavior. However, that doesn't mean you are safe from Tzuyu's savageness.

Tzuyu prefers low-key activities and intimate gatherings while you enjoy larger social events. Both of you find a middle ground by blending your preferences, ensuring both of you feel happy and equal.

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Ok chapter 3 guys! The story is also now on wattpad under : wow635

After many long hours of us talking, me, hermione and Ginny are all wrapped up in blankets surrounded by pillows as we laugh and talk amongst each other.

We hear a soft knock at the door, then ms Weasley’s head pops in. She opens the door fully, now in her dressing gown holding a candle « Ok girls it's time to sleep, you've got a big day tomorrow » she warns us

Ginny, Hermione, and I groaned in unison, each of us expressing our disappointment at Mrs. Weasley's interruption. We were having such fun catching up and sharing stories, appreciating the opportunity to reconnect after a long summer apart. However, it was clear that Mrs. Weasley had other ideas.

"But we're not finished talking yet," Ginny protested, her expression laced with a hint of petulance.

Mrs. Weasley simply chuckled affectionately, shaking her head at Ginny's protest. She gently chastised us, "I know, dear, but you need your rest for tomorrow. A well-rested witch is a happy witch."

I laugh « alright, good night ms Weasley » I say pulling Ginny's covers over myself

Mrs. Weasley smiled at us, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "Good night, dears. Sweet dreams." With that, she left the room, gently closing the door behind her. Ginny, Hermione, and I settled into the bed, still giggling and whispering as we shared more stories and secrets until sleep slowly overtook.

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A little while later Ginny and Hermione are fast asleep. I haven’t told anyone but I’ve been unable to sleep for quite a while now. It’s rather embarrassing because it’s nightmares that keeps me up, about Voldemort, my parents, everything and everyone I can’t afford to lose

I slip out of bed and walk down the creaking stairs, the old wooden floorboards of the Burrow gently groaning beneath my feet. The sounds of the house are quiet and peaceful, broken only by the occasional muffled snore coming from one of the rooms.

As I entered the kitchen, it was bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. The room felt cosy and welcoming, the warm light casting shadows on the walls. I reached for a glass and filled it with water from the tap, drinking it down.

After I refill it I stand by the sink, sipping my water, my attention is drawn to the sound of footsteps approaching from the direction of the stairs. I look up and my heart skips a beat as I see Fred making his way down the stairs dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

He looks a bit sleepy, but his eyes are still filled with a mischievous sparkle.

I raise an eyebrow and he speaks, "Can't sleep either? Or are you just here to raid the fridge?"

“Cant sleep” I smile from behind my glass

“What about you?”

"just couldn't resist the allure of the kitchen in the middle of the night" he replies with a chuckle. He walked over to me, leaning against the counter across from me. The moon illuminated his features, casting a soft glow across his face.

"What actually brings you down here?" He says giving me a quizzical look

“Nightmare” I say taking a sip from my glass. I don’t know why I just told him. Merlin I’m stupid

As I admitted to having a nightmare, Fred's expression softened with understanding. He nodded slightly, leaning in a bit closer.

"Nightmares can be quite unpleasant," he said softly which surprises me because he isn’t normally serious . "They have a way of messing with your mind."

He then reaches out a comforting hand, gently placing it on mine. His touch warm.

I blush and take another sip of my water.

Fred's warm presence in front of me makes my heart flutter. I glance at him, feeling my cheeks flush. He stands there, his pajama-clad figure leaning casually against the counter, his shoulders broad and his arms now folded across his chest.

The kitchen is quiet for a moment, the only sound the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall.

I take a shaky breath, trying to will the butterflies in my stomach to settle down. Fred seemed to sense my nerves, and he glances over at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You know, l've got a secret weapon for dealing with those pesky nightmares," he says, his voice low and hushed. "It's a little something we Weasleys have perfected over the years. Care to know what it is?" He leans closer, his expression conspiratorial.

“What is it?” I ask curiously

His smile widens as he prepares to reveal his nightmare kicking secret. He leans in closer to me, his voice dropping to a whisper. "It's a special kind of hot chocolate, made with a secret Weasley recipe. It's guaranteed to chase away those nasty dreams and send you off to dreamland with the best kind of thoughts."

I chuckle at his playfulness « hot chocolate huh? » I smile

"Yes, hot chocolate. It's a family secret. We can't have you tossing and turning all night, now can we?" he teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "So, what do you say? Fancy a cup of dream-banishing hot chocolate?"

I nod rolling my eyes and chuckling

"Brilliant!" Fred said excitedly, a wide grin spreading across his face.

He bounds over to the cupboards and rummages through them, pulling out a bunch of stuff. "I'll have you feeling better in no time." He grabs two mugs and two spoons, and placed them on the counter. He then looks at me, a glint in his eyes.

I smile and hop onto the counter next to where he was working

Fred smiles as he begins preparing the hot chocolate. He quickly boils a kettle of water, pours it into each mug, then adds generous dollops of his hot chocolate mix into both, mixing them with the spoons until the chocolate dissolves completely and fills the air with a rich, chocolatey scent.

He hands me a mug, then grabs his own and leans against the counter next to me.

I take a sip “it's really good” I say my eyes widening

Fred beams with pride. "Told you so," he replies, a satisfied grin on his face. "We Weasleys take our hot cocoa very seriously, you know." He raised his mug to me, a silent gesture of triumph.

I replicate his gesture giggling quietly

We clink our mugs together, a soft, silvery sound that fills the quiet kitchen. The hot chocolate is delicious, velvety smooth and rich with chocolate. It warms me from the inside out, making me feel instantly comforted and calm. I take another sip, savoring the taste.

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“Thank you Fred” I say and with great courage I stand on my tip toes to kiss his cheek

Fred's cheeks flush slightly as I stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek. He cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed but also secretly pleased .

"You're most welcome," he said with a small chuckle. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm glad the hot cocoa helped. And, you know, if your nightmares ever return, l've got plenty more tricks up my sleeve to help chase them away."

“Im sure you do” I smile “night” I say removing my hand from the spot on his arm where it had been when I kissed him on the cheek then turning to walk up the stares

Fred watch’s me as I make my way back upstairs, a small smile playing on his lips.

The feeling of my lips on his cheek still lingered, a tingle that he couldn't quite ignore. He stands there for a moment, replaying the moment over in his mind, his heart beating just a bit faster than usual.

As I disappeared up the staircase, he returns to the kitchen, a newfound energy in his step.

I head into Ginny’s room sliding into bed

And close my eyes no longer thinking about my nightmare. But of Fred Weasley.

I slip into the room where Ginny and Hermione are still fast asleep. I slide into bed, nestling under the covers and trying to slow my racing heart. Despite my efforts, thoughts of Fred float through my mind. I could still feel the warmth of his presence and the lingering tingle on my lips where l had kissed his cheek. As I close my eyes I no longer think about my nightmare. But of Fred Weasley.

Next chapter ————->

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Stray ❝part nine❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/ The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You can’t ignore the tension anymore, will you both give in to the hunger you both have for each other? Bucky knows what he wants, while you are unsure. You’re scared.

♡ Warnings: super fluffy, mentions of dead birds, kissing, light angst, reader doesn’t understand certain feelings

Part 10

You couldn’t describe the feeling of what you just witnessed, it was almost if time had stopped, your brain blank for just a moment— the only thing to exist in your mind is the image of the blood splattered window. In a sick way, the image carried this twisted beauty. The midnight feathers scattered amongst the red in such a contrast, it was almost pleasing to the eye. Almost.

When you remembered that the smeared red was a bird, the nausea approached— the familiar bile pushing to rise in your throat.

The moment between you and Bucky had almost been completely forgotten, the shock of witnessing a mangled bird distracting you from what had almost happened.

You were unfamiliar with intimacy as a whole, but you weren’t stupid. You didn’t know what shocked you more. The fact that Bucky had almost kissed you, or the fact that you were going to pull away.

The image of Bucky leaning down towards you, lips red and plump— had been appealing. But it was also terrifying. You didn’t know much, but you did know that the act was intimate. It seemed to be a moment of vulnerability, and that scared you. Despite showing him the true monster that you were, the thought of getting even closer with him, opening up fully— had you wanting to hide away.

Meanwhile, Bucky was attempting to examine the window from afar. Listening for footsteps or any other hints that someone was outside. His guard was up at the idea of a possible threat— his guard was up at the thought of you in danger.

His mind didn’t wander far from the events that had almost taken place, but he was confused and needed time to think. He had confidently initiated the kiss, desperately needing to soothe the itch that had formed from the proximity. He was only acting out of desire, the longing for you borderline needy. He didn’t regret his actions— no. He wanted you, he just didn’t know how to approach the situation correctly.

The only obstacle that could block his path— was you. He wanted you, but he didn’t want to scare you. He was afraid that his devotion would come off too strong. It was untouched territory for him, he didn’t know if he’d have control.

You slowly moved yourself from his hold, wanting to inspect the window closer. While you were walking towards the pane, you had missed the deprived expression on Bucky’s face, his body suddenly cold without your warmth.

Inching closer you could make our more feathers, the different colors of red consuming the glass. You shook your head, trying to come up with an explanation. Maybe it was just a creepy coincidence.

You heard Bucky step closer to the window now, checking it out for himself. His eyes scanned over the glass until he landed on a feather. He furrowed his brows, some of the dots connecting.

“Another one?” He muttered to himself, grabbing your attention.

“What?” You whispered out to him.

He shook his head, staring at the scattered feathers until he met your confused look.

“The night of your episode,” He started, “A bird hit another window, cracking it.”

You listened to him explain so causally that this was a normal occurrence around here? Now that you were thinking hard about it— you had used to see several dead birds when you were out in the flower fields. The walks you used to take after bad punishments. You never questioned the carcasses though, death seeming to be fitting for an environment your Mother lived in. That still didn’t bring you clarity on why such thing would be occurring.

“Maybe they saw their reflection, birds get confused sometimes.” You tried, hoping that would good enough for now.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but his tone made it clear that he wasn’t convinced.

He glanced over to you, meeting your eyes with hesitance. The bird was suddenly forgotten, the tension consuming the whole house. The devised feelings still burning throughout your beings, the itch that had yet to be soothed— left aching. The desire was so evident yet so foreign, it was untouched soil.

For now the craving could be ignored, only a dull disturbance where his body felt a piece missing. It was manageable, but so very uncomfortable. He longed for something more than what he was given, your touch was only a sliver of what he truly needed. He craved security— in which you provided a sense of safety. He had lost an idea of home, confused by the spiraling memories. He had only just recently created a new image of home, a place of security, safety and comfort— which was you.

You nervously glanced away, casting your eyes anywhere that wasn’t him. The fluttering sensation returning, your skin flushed.

He studied you with watchful eyes, taking notice of your nervous tics— the way you just couldn’t look him in the eye.

“(Y/n)?” He asked out, watching you take a deep breath at the call of your name.

You felt drawn to him, to his touch— but you were scared. You wanted to run from him, while another part of you wanted to run to him. You were conflicted, confused what you should feel— what you should do.

He could almost hear your internal battle, watching with worried eyes as you seemed to be lost in thought. He risked a step towards you, relived when you didn’t shy away.

“(Y/n)?” He tried again, knowing full well that you could hear him.

You knew you couldn’t avoid him for much longer— not that you wanted to, really. You just felt overwhelmed with feelings, emotions that you didn’t understand. You were frustrated with the foreign feelings, and even more frustrated with yourself.

“Bucky.” You replied finally, fiddling with the fabric of your dress.

He watched you fidget, guilt rushing through his veins— worried he was the reason for your discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” He asked out to you with desperation.

His tone was obvious, leaking with remorse— but why? It wasn’t always this awkward, difficult to communicate with him. All of a sudden the air was too thick to speak in, the room warmer than usual.

“I don’t know.” You admitted truthfully, you couldn’t pinpoint your discomfort.

You confirming that something was indeed bothering you, made him uneasy. He was hoping you’d tell him he was merely overthinking.

“I’m scared.” You whispered, and if Bucky had been too clouded with his thoughts he would’ve missed your quiet voice.

He stepped closer, softening his gaze at the view of you hugging yourself. He felt silly for being jealous of your own arms— he wanted to be the one to wrap around you protectively.

“Why are you scared?” He failed to hide the concern in his voice.

You huffed in frustration, mainly to yourself. You had exposed all your scars, your battered upbringing. Talking should come easy, but maybe not when it’s about feelings you don’t acknowledge. You also didn’t understand why you still feared judgement. He’d yet to prove you wrong, accepting you so far— but you couldn’t help the fear that lingered.

“I’m scared when you get close to me.” You muttered, missing the haunting look that passed through his eyes.

He felt sick to his stomach, nauseous with disgust for himself. He didn’t understand why his brain registered your words to feel so right. The nagging voice that had never left him since HYDRA, returning in full force— reminding him of what he truly is.

“You… you are?” He hesitated, hoping that he was mistaking your words.

You glanced up to him finally, goosebumps rising on your flesh at the sight of his guilt ridden expression.

“I just get nervous… I don’t know. I don’t really understand this feeling.” You confessed.

Despite the urge to throw up, he nodded and listened to you. His heart hurt at the way you sounded so confused, about something as simple as a feeling— but who was he to judge.

“I’m not scared of you, I shouldn’t of worded it like that,” You tried to reassure him, “I’m just scared of what I feel when you get close to me. I’ve never felt that… sensation before.”

Your words had shifted something in him, like he was understanding the meaning behind your confession. You described the same feeling he experienced when you were near. For him he was confused, but behind the doubt— he craved more of the feeling. Each time he’d pass over the discomfort, he’d grow more courage. He wanted to get closer and closer.

“I feel it too.” He told you, his body hot under your gaze.

You swallowed nervously, watching him take another step towards you. His frame was inching closer to towering over you, and the same feeling washed over you again.

“My stomach,” You whispered, holding a palm to your tummy, “Feels weird again, I don’t…”

Bucky let his eyes trail down to your hand cradling your middle, traveling back to your eyes— noticing a sparkle within them.

“Is it a bad feeling?” He asked softly.

You thought to yourself for a moment— No. The feeling was strange, but it was inviting and addicting. It sent a wave a pleasant buzzing throughout your body, your chest warm with security. Though you didn’t know the feeling, you knew whatever it was— you liked it.

You slowly shook your head and watched with hesitant eyes as he stepped closer. His muscular form towering over you now. He waited for you to retreat but when you didn’t move, he carefully placed his arm around your lower back.

You breathed in heavily from his touch but otherwise stayed still. It wasn’t the first time he’s touched you, but something had felt different this time.

He ever so gently, pulled you into his front. Letting his silver arm wrap around you as well, resting a metal palm on your spine. He was holding you now, gazing down at your blush ridden face.

“Do you still feel it?” He whispered, never breaking eye contact with you.

You got lost in his blue orbs, almost falling into a trance at the darkened look he hid behind them. Your eyes darted from his, down to his mouth— staring intensely at his plump lips.

“Yes.” You barely whispered out, the fluttering sensation threatening to cause your stomach to burst.

He caught you sneaking glances at his lips, and instinctively he lowered his focus down to yours. Watching with hooded eyes as you bit the rosy flesh, your tongue poking out to soothe the ache you caused.

Your body felt electric, a spark of a fire burning in your chest. But it was exciting, less scary.

“Your heart’s beating really fast.” He pointed out.

You felt your cheeks heat up even more, assuming that your skin was shaded deeper. Just barely, he leaned his face closer to yours. You gasped, the faint warmth from his breath fanning your face. You felt intoxicated, and the voice in your head told you to run— but you didn’t want to.

“I’m scared Bucky.” You whimpered, feeling his forehead press up against yours.

He lifted his flesh arm, cupping your cheek with his palm— rubbing his thumb over your delicate skin. You instantly leaned into his touch, his caresses comforting.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Never.” He promised, “Do you trust me?”

The question was almost laughable, for him to even doubt you. You’d drop everything you’ve ever known and run away with him if he asked you to. You trusted him more than you trusted yourself, he was the only constant you’ve ever had in your life. He was not just someone in your life, he was everything.

“Always.” You told him confidently.

Warmth washed over his being, his heart nearly beating out of his chest at your admission. He almost couldn’t believe the amount of fondness he was seeing in your eyes— the sparkle that was all for him.

Without wasting anymore time, he ducked his head— closing the gap between the two of you. His lips pressed against yours, finally.

He felt you tense up at first, your mouth frozen against his, but after the shock wore off— you were moving in sync with him. You felt secure, safe with him. It wasn’t as scary as you had built it up to be. It was almost as the two of you were just letting things happen naturally, like both your bodies knew what to do.

Without thinking about it, you captured his bottom lip, lightly biting down. The action caused a growl to bubble up from him, the sound making your abdomen tingle. His hand suddenly had a mind of its own, cradling the back of your head, helping angle your head for a deeper kiss.

The angle allowed him to sneak his tongue in, swiping for permission at your bottom lip. The sensation had your core throbbing, an unfamiliar yet pleasant feeling. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a gasp, so many new sensations you felt you couldn’t take any more.

His knowledge of how he was doing this so well confused him in the back of his mind. Flashes— glimpses of a previous life showing in his mind like a slideshow. He ignored the nagging familiar feeling, embracing his body acting on instinct. For now he just wanted you. Only you.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, finally satisfying the hunger— you had missed the sound of multiple thuds against the house.

Bucky was the first to come back down to earth, the loud thuds now hitting his ears. He sadly pulled away, the two of you gasping for air, breathing heavy against each others faces.

He scanned the room, still holding onto you tight— relaxing when he found no danger, and the thuds had stopped.

He faced you again, smiling when he found that your eyes were still closed. He couldn’t help himself, dragging his hand from the back of your head— rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You okay?” He whispered, waiting for your eyes to open.

Finally cracking your eyes open, you stared up at him with tenderness. Just for a second, watching his eyes glance from your lips to your orbs, while he waited patiently for you to answer.

“I’m so good.” Your voice was slightly hoarse, your eyes glossy with lust.

He smiled from your answer, continuing to caress your face— memorizing every feature in fear he’d ever forget you.

He wasn’t sure how things would be from now on, but he hoped that he’d always have you. He hoped so desperately that you’d always want him. He wasn’t sure he could live his life without you. He didn’t want to.

“Can we do that again?” You asked shyly, but the desire was evident in your tone.

He smoothed a thumb over your cheek, leaning his head down again, meeting your swollen lips in a more gentle kiss. Soft— but just as passionate.

Pulling back, he straightened up— loosening his arms around you. You furrowed your brows at first, but when you saw his outstretched hand, you quickly relaxed— and grabbed his hand.

You didn’t even know where he was leading you, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with him, you’d be happy. Little did you know, Bucky was only guiding you to your bedroom, deciding that you should rest. It had been a long day, and he wanted to make sure you were getting sleep.

Realizing quickly that you were being led into your room, you felt his hand pull you towards the bed— sitting down on the edge.

“You should get some sleep.” He suggested, not missing the way your grip didn’t let up on his hand.

“Will you stay with me?” You asked, relaxing when he smiled at your words.

“Of course.”

He got comfortable against your headboard. You snuggled up into him, your legs tangling with his one. You decided to let your head rest against his chest, and without warning— He lifted you gently onto him. Now you were chest to chest with him, the thumping of your hearts pounding against each other. He reached over, grabbing the comforter— covering the two of you. You immediately melted into his embrace, nuzzling your face deeper into his pecks.

Being with you was just so easy, so freeing. It was such a shift— from HYDRA to you. He could actually let his guard down around you, he could turn his back knowing you’d watch it.

“Thank you.” You whispered, on the brink of sleep.

He softly drew random shapes and patterns into your back, smiling when he felt you relax even further into his chest from the gesture.

“For what?” He asked softly, starting to feel your breathing slow.

“For kissing me… and staying.” You slurred sleepily.

He smiled to himself, wondering just how long he’d manage to live his life without you.

“Don’t have to thank me. I’ll always do those things, if you want me to.” He murmured, getting sleepy himself— your warmth seeping into his body.

You weakly nodded against his chest, barely muttering your next words. It was a soft lullaby before Bucky himself drifted off, the words sending him to sleep with a smile.

“I’ll always want you.”

With that, both of you had drifted off. Dreaming of each other— replaying the previous events on a loop.

You both had only focused on each other, completely forgetting the sounds from earlier. Neither of you knew the massacre that waited outside, the array of dead birds that surrounded the house in a haunting amount.

A/N: AHHHHH they kissed 🥹 my heart is happy. fluff now… drama/angst soon IM SORRY

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[cafeacademia]

Headcannon request for Spencer Reid waking up the morning after his wedding and it finally hitting him “omg I’m married” …. Double points of it was a secret impromptu wedding in Vegas and they’re best friends who are in love

It was blissful. Waking up slowly was something Spencer had missed while busy on cases and working on lectures and everything in between.

But there was something even more blissful about this morning in particular.

He woke slowly, groggy and sleepy and when he finally cracked his eyes open, Spencer had the welcome reminder that you were beside him.

You slept soundly beneath the blankets, warm and comfortable and so cute.

He smiled to himself, oh the warmth that came to him, that grew in his chest when he looked at you was simply indescribable.

The truth was, this was like a dream to him.

Spencer had always wanted to marry you. The second he met you, he had convinced himself that this would never happen, you just couldn't like him the way he liked you.

But he'd been so, so wrong.

You were neighbours in your apartment building. Neighbours who became fast friends and fast friends who became best friends.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred. Friends did not just have the intense urge to kiss each other. Friends didn't dream of each other the way you did of each other

You softened him, checking on him after every case, bringing over things you had cooked so when he got home from wherever he'd been working on his case, he'd have some fresh, home cooked food to come home to.

He'd been the one to cross the line though and it was completely out of character for Spencer.

One second you were in front of him, talking about your day, explaining something that had happened while getting your coffee that morning.

Spencer hadn't been paying much attention. It was not that your story was boring, you had a knack of telling stories in such a way that he could happily listen to you talk about watching concrete dry and you'd make it entertaining.

No, it was because he'd been so enamoured by you, so in love and he couldn't shake the feeling this time.

So he kissed you, convincing himself that you might not like his advances, that you might turn him away and never talk to him again.

But you kissed him back, passionate, full of love and want and pent up feelings that had gone unspoken for far too long.

And now you were beside him, a smile on his lips as Spencer's eyes travelled down to your hand, your wedding ring glinting in the morning light.

He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to explain such an impromptu, secret wedding to everyone. The only people he had told was his mum and Hotch and he knew both of them would understand.

Spencer knew he'd have to go back to work in a few days time, but he just needed this moment, and all the moments that came after, with you.

(100% doing a follow up with the "babies" dw)

[fifia-writes]

Pillow Talk

Human Reader x Neteyam

Warnings: microscopic spice, Neteyam is aged up to 20 :P

Enjoy :)

Tip tip tip tip tip tip tip tip… We were in my room, small but cozy and despite the rain outside having ruined our camping plans we had a fine night of doing “human stuff” as Neteyam liked to call it. He didn't like the word camping because it implied that I didn't really live in tune with Pandora, that nature was to be visited and not lived in long term, and even though I agreed with him for the most part nothing could beat the feeling of stepping into the air conditioning after a long hot shower, the feeling of cool sheets on my fresh skin. Safe to say I liked my “human stuff”. We laid on my bed, that he just barely fit wholly onto, and listened to the pitter patter on my window as the storm worsened. It had been hours since eclipse had made the forest go dark and we were both slowly coming to the realization that Neteyam was not going to make it back home tonight.

“My father is going to skin me you know” He mumbled, eyes closed with a smile creeping its way up the corners of his lips.

“Mmmmm” I respond half asleep and unable to form coherent sentences with his arms around my waist, encasing me in his warmth.

“I’m serious y/n, if I don't find a way home soon you might never see me alive again” sarcasm and fake worry coat his tone.

Forcing my eyes open I take in his peaceful face, if he stopped going on about his father needing him home tonight I might’ve thought he was sleeping. “Unfortunately for your father the rain is holding you hostage here tonight”

Opening his eyes half way he lets out a light chuckle “Is it the rain or you keeping me here?”

“The rain” I retort, bringing my hand to the side of his jaw “Close your eyes again”

He obeys. Moving my hand from his jaw to trace my fingers over his lips, then up the finely built column of his nose and over his brow. I make sure to trace both sides keeping my invisible patterns symmetrical. I lift my hand for the first time since starting and make contact with a freckle just under his eye but above the apple of his cheek and softly trail my finger up over his eyelid.

“You know my mother used to do this for me when I was little, when I had trouble sleeping” I tell him.

“Mmmmm”

A soft smile pricks my lips at his sleepy response, he's always so serious around others. I mean I understand it, we're so young and while I’m traipsing around the lab with the science guys helping me with my studies he has the weight of an entire people on his shoulders. Expectations to be met. It's nice to see him soften, to be able to provide him a space to leave his tension behind.

“She called it painting my face, and would go from my head to my toe telling me how my toes were falling asleep, then my legs, and knees. And she would go on in this voice so hushed it sounded like it might have been a recording, and by the time she got back to my face I would be out cold” My brows and nose scrunch at the memory.

The rain came down harder as I continued mapping out his face with my fingers tracing the constellation of freckles that made their way up and down his face in linear patterns, making sure to pay attention to each and every one before moving on to the next, but before I can finish my rounds he tells me. “I bet our kids will love this”

I stop completely and stare up to him as his eyes snap open in realization “W-wait your* I mean-” he stutters out.

A smile that had been sprouting on my face grew big and before he got too flustered I stopped his sputtering and reassured him “I think our kids will like it too…if it's possible for humans and na’vi to have kids that is” Looking up into his wide eyes.

“I think we’ll manage just fine.” He responds, bringing a plush hand to my face. That's one thing that surprised me about Neteyam in the beginning, with all his training and hunting I expected his hands to be rough and calloused, with scars and such running across them as trophies for his hard work. But the first time I felt them, one on each of my arms, they were soft and warm. His hands were home.

“So you said I had to touch you all over to get you to fall asleep?” He questioned in a tone strikingly more playful than before.

My mouth dropped open in his change of pace and I grabbed a pillow from behind me and made quick contact with his face. “Teyam!”

A/N: 

eeehihihihiii idk If anyone will read this but I’ve had this scene playing in my head non stop for weeks and I had to write it down lmaoo. This is one of my first attempts at writing fanfic so I hope you enjoyed!! Lmk what else u wanna see and any feedback u have for me :) 

[corn-producer69420]

Charlie Morningstar x fem reader (pre sex series)

This was so hard whattt im dying!

“Y/N WAIT UP” Charlie yelled out waving you down as she sprinted up the hallway, catching you just as you were about to enter your ‘do not enter!’ inscribed room. “I…I…uh wanted to talk to you” she said softly in a clearly nervous voice, her blonde hair falling infront of her pink hued face as she spoke out twiddling Her fingers.As Charlie caught up with you, her breathless voice and nervous demeanor piqued your curiosity. You paused, turning to face her, noticing the way her blonde hair framed her flushed cheeks. "Sure, what's on your mind, Charlie?" you asked, your tone gentle, inviting her to open up. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with a loose strand of hair. "I, uh, I just wanted to talk to you about something important," she began, her words coming out in a rush as if she was afraid to say them aloud. "I've been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I didn't know how to bring it up." You listened intently, a mixture of curiosity and concern bubbling within you. Charlie took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "I...I have feelings for you, Y/N," she confessed, her gaze shifting nervously to the floor. "I know it's probably unexpected, and I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer." Her admission hung in the air between you, the weight of her words sinking in as you processed them.Feeling a rush of emotions at Charlie's confession, you reached out and gently lifted her chin, meeting her nervous gaze with a soft smile. "Charlie, I...I feel the same way," you admitted, your heart racing with both excitement and apprehension. Seeing the relief and joy wash over her features, you felt a sense of warmth envelop you. Without another word, Charlie closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a tender, tentative kiss.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment. With each caress and embrace, the intensity of your feelings for each other grew stronger, igniting a passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

Unable to resist any longer, you led Charlie into your room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. In the dim light, your eyes met, a silent understanding passing between you as you slowly began to undress, the air thick with anticipation.

[hyikien]

Why is it that we readily accept the ache of loss when a life is extinguished, when a body is laid to rest, yet struggle so fiercely with the slow, agonizing burn of a living absence? I've never understood it, this easy categorization of grief. It's as if the world, in its infinite wisdom, deems some sorrows more valid than others, some tears more worthy of shedding. But I can tell you, from the depths of my aching heart, that the pain of losing someone who is still breathing, still walking this earth, is a different kind of hell. It's a quiet torture, a constant erosion of the soul.

I never liked grief. I hated the taste of it, the way it clings to the back of your throat, a bitter, metallic tang that makes every swallow a struggle. I loathe how it twists and warps the familiar, how it paints people in shades of grey and shadows where once there was vibrant colour. Most of all, I hate the powerlessness it brings, the feeling of being a spectator to a tragedy I can't prevent, a storm I cannot weather for them. People grieve for the departed, for the ones who have left this world behind, and while I acknowledge that pain, understand its depth, it's the grief for the living that claws at me, suffocates me.

He's here, physically present. I see him, I hear his voice, I feel the warmth of his skin if I reach out. But it's like looking through a warped mirror, seeing a reflection that’s familiar yet somehow alien. The distance between us, invisible yet impenetrable, grows with each passing day. It's a cruel irony; to be so close yet so impossibly far. It's a constant awareness that the person I love, the person I once knew so intimately, is slipping away, fragmenting like a shattered glass sculpture, leaving behind only the memory of the sharp, beautiful edges.

I’m grieving for him, for the parts of him that are vanishing, for the laughter lines that are fading, replaced by a stillness I find unsettling. I’m grieving for the shared moments, the inside jokes, the unspoken understanding that once existed between us, now buried under layers of something… different. I understand his journey, the reasons behind the changes, the invisible wounds that have reshaped his world. I absorb it all, feel the weight of it pressing down on my chest, making it difficult to breathe. And it hurts. It hurts so much.

Seeing him change, seeing the light in his eyes dim, the vibrant energy replaced by a quiet solitude, breaks me in a way I never thought possible. My heart aches for him, for the pain he carries, the battles he wages within himself. I've tried to be a shield, a soft landing place in the midst of the storm, but the truth is, I am helpless. As much as I yearn to ease his burden, to mend the cracks that have appeared in his soul, I can only stand by, a silent observer in my own personal tragedy.

And it's in these moments, when I'm sitting across from him, when his gaze grazes mine, that the deepest pang of grief strikes. It's the grief of knowing that while he's physically present, a part of him, a significant part, is no longer accessible to me. It's like watching the tide slowly recede, leaving behind shells and secrets on the once-familiar shore. I'm drowning in the silence, the unspoken words, the chasm that yawns between us.

The truth is, I don't know how to navigate this grief. I don't have a manual, a guidebook that tells me how to grieve for someone who is still living, still breathing, still capable of smiling and laughing, even if those smiles and laughs feel distant and hollow. It feels like an impossible paradox, a contradiction in terms. How can I grieve for someone who is still here? How can I reconcile the love I feel with the growing sense of loss?

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