#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.

[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”

-

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.”

[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.

[reivrze]

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 !

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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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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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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)

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If All Else Perished: IX

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: In part four, Daemon takes the reader far from the confines of King’s Landing to a place of his youth and feelings can no longer be kept hidden. 

Word Count: ~2950

Warning: super light smut

a/n: enjoy the fluff now, my friends, for the next chapter will be angsty as hell

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“Are you sure he would not mind a stranger for a rider?” you asked, taking a hesitant step toward Caraxes.

“In your case, I have no doubt. Just as I know he would bring you no harm.”

You approached the dragon and took hold of the saddle, in spite of the apprehension you were feeling. Looking toward his head, you wanted to catch a glimpse of his eye once more.

“What makes you so certain?”

“He knows that you are precious to me.”

You bowed your head at his seemingly unfettered charm, though it was enough to make you start pulling yourself up the saddle. You settled into it as best you could, unfamiliar with riding horses, much less being on dragon back.

The saddle was spacious enough that Daemon fit behind you, but he was pressed against you so closely you could feel the warmth of his body on your back. His arms reached around you to grab the reigns and you clutched the leather beneath you tightly as Caraxes began to move.

The ascent was the most frightening part, as you were almost certain you were going to fall to your death. As King’s Landing grew to be further beneath you, your grip moved to Daemon’s forearm and became tighter and tighter with each passing second.

Eventually, Caraxes began to fly forward instead of upward and you were finally able to take in your surroundings, which did not disappoint. The sea looked so immensely vast, while the city below you appeared smaller than ever.

“How do you fare?” Daemon checked up on you now that your death grip had loosened.

“Well enough,” you answered, “though I am still toiling to convince myself of the reality of this all.”

His chest vibrated behind you as he laughed, “I can understand why that would be necessary.”

You glided high above the water for a long while, spotting boats and little islands here and there. You could hardly believe how far the water spanned and it brought to mind stories you’d heard about what lies beyond it in Essos.

Time seemed to pass differently from the top of the world, but you figured an hour or so had gone by when Daemon finally pointed out an island in the distance. As it grew nearer, Caraxes began to circle it, giving you the chance to see how sizable and rich with greenery it was. The creature seemed to have its sights set on a large field in the eastern part of the island.

You braced yourself for the landing, but Caraxes met the ground more nimbly than you’d expected. Daemon climbed down first and the loss of contact was almost chilling after being so close to one another for such a period. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you inspected the surrounding area.

Lush vegetation with blooms of lilac and indigo gave way to a small beach, while a densely wooded area occupied the space on the other side of the field. The trill of a bug you’d never heard before filled your ears and you considered how few people had probably visited this island before. You found delight in the feeling of ease that settled into your bones as you reflected on that thought.

The only places you’d ever been--- Oldtown, King’s Landing, Lannisport ---others always surround you, never leaving you too far from reach. This was the only time in your life you’d ever questioned how far the nearest person was, save for the one who had brought you here. Such freedom was a circumstance fully unfamiliar to you.

When you looked down at Daemon from atop Caraxes, you found that he was already looking up at you. “Won’t you join me?”

His hand reached up in your direction, letting you know he was there to assist if you needed it. You made your way down slowly, careful of each step. As you approached the ground, his hands ghosted over your body, ready to steady you if necessary. Your feet managed to find the grass without help, but the soreness in your thighs made your legs buckle.

Daemon quickly grasped your waist, worry evident in his voice. “Do you feel unwell?”

He knew that nausea was not an uncommon reaction to one’s first time on a dragon, especially for those who did not have the blood of Valyria.

“No, I fear my legs are not accustomed to riding on dragon back,” you informed, turning to face him.

His eyes widened ever so slightly and he hoped his brief, yet sinful thoughts were not obvious. Pushing them from his mind, he held out his arm to you. “Perhaps stretching them a bit would help?”

You accepted with a nod and began your stroll, eyes scanning the tree line. “So tell me, what is this place?”

“My brother and I used to fly here together when we were younger. It lies not far from Dragonstone.”

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, but he was looking intently toward the beach as your steps carried both of you in its direction.

“Then I imagine it is a place dear to your heart. I feel very fortunate in having the chance to see it.”

Your earnestness caused a pleasant feeling to wash over Daemon’s body and the conversation ceased, giving you the opportunity to admire all the new sights. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore grew louder as you approached a shady spot situated just before the grass transitioned into sand.

“Does this spot prove acceptable, my lady?”

“The entirety of the island is acceptable,” you returned, giggling at his formality, “I’m happy to rest in any spot you choose.”

You could taste the saltiness in the air as a breeze carried the mist of the sea inland. Caraxes, now a little ways away, had taken to bathing in the sun while the pair of you made yourselves comfortable. You sat so close to one another that your arms brushed together with the slightest movement.

“I’ve never even dreamed of being in such a place. I struggle to think of a time in which I saw a view even half as beautiful.”

He hummed in agreement, his eyes focused on your face rather than the scenery, “me as well.” He pulled his gaze away from you before continuing, “I haven’t been here in ages.”

“You’ve not had the time?”

“Not exactly. As my brother and I grew older, our relationship shifted. It’s more... distant now than it used to be.” He let out a sigh, shoulders falling as he exhaled, “it felt odd to come here alone.”

Daemon was the type of man to disdain his own vulnerability, so he shut it out as often as possible. Nevertheless, here alone with you, the way your face softened in response to his openness made him wonder if he’d been mistaken in his beliefs.

“I can understand that. As moons pass, the ways in which we differ from our siblings seem starker,” you paused for a moment, thinking of your own sister. “But perhaps he thinks about coming back here with you, too. Did you explore the whole island together?”

Daemon’s answer came quickly and you knew he was eager to reminisce about the time they shared here, back when their relationship was less complicated. The sun moved through the sky as he told you their stories and you listened intently to each of them, adding your own interjections here and there. The memories he recounted were some of his most valuable.

He loved how your laugh rang out over the field, making his heart beat out of rhythm, while the tales of his youth distracted both of you from your father’s intentions regarding your hand. You never once seemed uninterested in what he had to say and he happily returned the favor.

He had just finished telling you the story of his name day of four and ten, in which he and Viserys skipped out on festivities to come to the island instead. Their father had been furious, though the two couldn’t help but snicker together as soon as he turned his back.

Being with you always made him feel different than being with anyone else. There was an untold peace he derived from your unquestioning acceptance, from the space you provided him with to be himself. He pondered how long it would take the King and the Hand to find you both were you to remain here in the serenity of each other’s presence.

Alas, wanting to return before the sky shifted to the black of night, Daemon stood and offered you his hand, looking in Caraxes’ direction. You took it and allowed him to pull you up, but kept your fingers interlocked longer than necessary.

“How long did it take Viserys to realize he’d left his sword behind?” you questioned, still curious to learn more. It felt odd to imagine such a young version of the Prince.

“Entirely too long, of course, but it was waiting for him when we came back.”

The soft smile on his face as he looked down at you and the sounds of the island made your heart feel more content than it ever had.

“It gladdens me to hear you speak of such fond memories. Thank you for bringing me here, Daemon.”

“For you, my love, I would do most anything.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as the meaning of his words set in, "as would I for you."

The past few weeks had been strange in that, you closed yourself off to almost everyone following your mother’s death. Yet with Daemon, there existed a comfort that should have taken years to build, even in the beginning. He never made light of your troubles and he trusted you enough to seek your counsel, just as you had with him.

Despite your father’s looming proposition, you felt safe here in Daemon’s company. In a place so far removed from your father, it seemed without point to deny how badly you wanted the man before you.

Your proximity to one another seemed more apparent now than it had prior in the day. You did not miss how his eyes flickered down to your lips, so you looked at his too, imagining how they might feel against your own.

Tilting your head to the side, you leaned up toward him almost imperceptibly. His brows furrowed together, your actions tormenting both him and his dwindling resolve. He had told himself over and over he couldn’t get involved with you in this way because it would only end in him failing you. Even so, he neglected to pull away as your noses brushed together.

“I’m not a good man, (Y/N),” he whispered.

"You've always been good to me," you answered so assuredly that he almost forgot the anger he'd thrown at you undeservedly when he stormed into your chambers just hours ago. Not only had you offered him absolution, but you’d also assigned yourself some of the blame.

You reached up and ran the back of two fingers down his jawline before you laid your palm against his chest. He let out a shaky breath and his forehead came to rest against yours. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment and the waves seemed even louder when they were accompanied only by your breathing.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t be selfish with you, not like this.”

“That decision is yours and I could never scorn you for it,” you told him honestly, wanting his choice to be genuine. “But I will not be misunderstood. It would be your decision alone, for I know what I desire.”

His hair was carried by the wind, tickling your skin as it grazed the side of your face. As moments ticked by, your chest threatened to deflated with the rejection you’d attempted to prepare yourself for in past weeks.

Suddenly though, his hands were on either side of your face, pulling your lips to his. Your eyes closed as you leaned into the kiss, his tenderness making your heart weep. His left hand crept to the back of your neck, as the right came to hold your hip and pull you closer.

As your body molded itself against his and he found that your kiss was just as desperate as his own, he felt an intense sense of relief. It elicited a moan from his throat so faint, it almost escaped your ears and you considered yourself lucky it hadn’t. Your mouth parted as his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, then his kiss moved to the side of your mouth and up your jaw.

There was an aching, warm sensation in the pit of your stomach that was unfamiliar to you and you subconsciously pressed your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate it. A gasp left your mouth as his lips reached the place just below your ear, but relentlessly, they made their way downward.

Your heart was beating so viciously, you wondered if he could feel it as his lips devoured your throat. Your fingers tugged at the hair at the base of his head and when he took the skin of your collarbone between his teeth, he savored how the rise and fall of your chest deepened.

Regardless of how badly he may have wanted to, he was mindful of leaving you without any marks. He pulled back and looked down at you, examining your countenance carefully for any sign of regret, but all he found were plumped lips and a look of affection he doubted he would ever be worthy of.

He loved you. It was no longer something he could push from his mind because this moment had made it real, for you and him alike. His lips captured yours again, but the heat of the moment had passed, replaced by lips that brushed against yours gently. Then, he grabbed you by the chin, lifting your head so that your eyes found his.

“What is it?” you asked nervously after he had spent a few too many seconds staring.

“Am I not allowed to simply look upon you, little one?” he retorted playfully.

“Of course you can,” you replied sheepishly, “I only m-”

“Good, because you are perhaps the most sublime person in all the Seven Kingdoms.”

His interruption left you in complete silence and he truly did try to stifle the chuckle that resulted from it. Despite his efforts, he failed, causing you to roll your eyes before walking toward Caraxes and leaving him behind.

“I spoke not in jest!” he called out to you, taking quick strides until he was by your side again.

“I know,” you said simply, grabbing his hand in a way he might have described as aggressive had he been in a mood to tease you.

The journey back to King’s Landing had felt too short, but this time, his hand occasionally rested on your thigh as Caraxes soared across a darkening sky. Making your way through the city felt strange too, as you’d only ever traversed through its streets when the sun was still high in the sky. Now, torches lit the way through alleys and crowds that felt eerier than before.

You were all but glued to Daemon’s side, not that he would have preferred it any other way, until the two of you reached the Keep’s tunnels. You came to a passageway that was known to you, as it was one near your chambers. Before you were able to step through, Daemon's fingertips reached out for yours and caused you to stop.

“This is where we part ways for the evening.”

He stepped toward you and delicately cupped your cheek. You blinked up at him, the castle feeling so incredibly removed from the safety of the island. It reminded you both that carrying on like this was dangerous, even if it was a shared desire.

“May I?” he murmured, his head dipping closer to yours.

You nodded and he gave you one long, lingering kiss after which he pulled away only an inch or so.

“I am entirely undeserving of even your slightest attention, so it seems only fair that you should have my heart.” He said it as if he were talking about something as inconsequential as the weather, then brought your palm to his lips and pressed a kiss there. “I leave it here, in your hand. Good night, my lady.”

You stared as he disappeared down the stairs, leaving without so much as awaiting your reply. Your fingers reach up to touch your lips as you stood unmoving. The events of the day left you with a whirlpool of emotions, each fighting for dominance of your heart in their own right.

Unsure of how long passed, you finally crept out into the hallway and toward your chambers. You hoped to find yourself in Daemon’s company again before long, missing his presence even though you’d only been without it for so short a time.

To your surprise, you heard a group of footsteps heading in your direction. You planned to offer them a brief nod of your head before continuing on your way, but then the person was revealed to you.

“Your Grace,” you greeted, eyebrows raised as you took in the Queen’s intricate gown and the guard on either side of her.

“Lady Hightower, it is good to see you, as always. Are you well?”

“Very, your Grace. I hope the same for you.”

“You have my thanks, sweet girl. Good evening,” she smiled warmly at you before making her exit.

As she passed you, however, she picked up a smell that made her glance back at your retreating figure. Dragon.

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[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.

[alwayslovingharry]

So Long, London

A/N: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING, BUT!

HELLO, I'M BACK! I know it's been a long time since I've written (although I'm active on Tumblr from time to time), but I'm back. I've had a lot of ideas in my head for the last few months, fuelled by…well, ever since Taylor Swift's last album came out I've had a lot of Haylor theories and since then I've been a bit obsessed with the What If's and theories that some of Taylor's current songs are for Harry.

So out of all those What If's comes this Haylor One Shot which, from what I have in my head, could have more parts. I need your opinions on this and on the idea of publishing more of these two stories (I have several I've started to write).

PAIRING: Harry Styles x Taylor Swift

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNING: Not an english native speaker.

SUMMARY: Two old lovers reunite during challenging time

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End of August 2016

The summer sun shone brightly over the London park, casting dappled shadows through the lush green canopy. I adjusted my sunglasses as I strolled along the winding path, savoring the warmth and tranquility. This park had become my sanctuary, a peaceful retreat from the chaos that had enveloped my life in recent months.

The social media fallout of these last months had left me reeling. Once celebrated as America's sweetheart, I now found myself at the center of a relentless storm of criticism. My recent breakup with Calvin and the brief, highly-publicized affair with Tom after the Met Gala had only added fuel to the fire. But most of the media do not take into account the fact that my little whirlwind romance with Tom had ended almost as quickly as it had begun, leaving me feeling more alone than ever.

I took a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs. The park was nearly empty, the serenity broken only by the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves underfoot. As I turned into another path, a familiar figure caught my eye in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be... could it?

I squinted against the sunlight, my mind racing as I tried to confirm what my eyes were seeing. Sure enough, it was him. His unmistakable silhouette, casual in a T-shirt and jeans, strolling towards me. But something clearly was different. The last time I saw him in person, he had a mane full of brunette curls. Now, from a distance I could see his hair was short, even shorter than when I met him years ago, framing his face in a way that was both new and strangely familiar. His presence here, in this park, seemed almost surreal, meeting your old flame in a London park.

“Taylor?” he called out, his voice tinged with disbelief as he recognized me.

“Harry!” I responded, my eyes lighting up.

We closed the distance between us, stopping a few feet apart. For a moment, we simply stood there, taking in the sight of each other. The years seemed to melt away, and I was transported back to simpler times.

“It’s been a while,” Harry said, his voice warm and friendly.

“Yeah, it has,” I replied, smiling. “What brings you here?”

“Just needed some peace and quiet,” he shrugged. “How about you?”

“Same,” I admitted. “It’s been a tough year.”

Harry nodded, his expression softening with understanding. “I heard. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thanks,” I said softly. “It’s getting better, though. Slowly.”

We began to walk together, falling into an easy rhythm. The conversation flowed naturally, our shared history creating a comfortable familiarity. The sun filtered through the trees, casting playful patterns on the ground as we walked. The scent of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy aroma of the park, creating a soothing atmosphere.

“Do you want to talk about all…that?” Harry asked gently after I explained that I was living in London indefinitely for the time being, in a kind of self-imposed exile forced by the drama of the last few months. "I don't want to force you to tell me anything, but if you need to... I'm here."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I suppose it might help. It's just... everything happened so fast. One minute, I was at the top of my career winning all these awards and accolades for my work and the next, it was over and all the snakes fell on me. And I was alone, I’ve never felt so lonely. The whole thing with Kanye destroyed everything I have worked for since I was a child and everyone supported him in my demonization, no one stood up for me.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly. “I saw that. It must have been awful.”

“It was,” I admitted. “It felt like the whole world turned against me overnight. My social media was flooded with snake emojis, people calling me a liar, and saying even worse things. It was like I was trapped in a storyline full of lies that I never asked to be part of, ever since 2009.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can’t imagine how tough that must have been. I’ve had my share of public scrutiny, but it sounds like you’ve been through the wringer.”

“It’s been rough,” I admitted. “But I’m trying to focus on the positive, I have decided to put some distance from the eye of the hurricane to lick my wounds and try not to end up going crazy. My music has been a lifeline, as always. It’s the one thing that’s kept me grounded through all this. But now, I’m not even sure if I can release new music again without my reputation being ruined all over.”

Harry turned to me, his expression serious. “You’re stronger than you realize, Taylor. What you’ve been through... it’s not easy, but you’ve handled it with grace. Your music has always been your strength. People love your music.”

“Thanks, Harry. That means a lot coming from you,” I said, my eyes softening. “You’ve always been good at lifting people up. But it's hard to think about putting myself out there again. What if it just brings more negativity?”

Harry smiled, his eyes full of warmth. “I get that. But think about all the people your music has touched, all the lives you've changed with your songs. You've always been true to yourself, and that's what matters.”

We found a bench and sat down, the golden afternoon sun casting a gentle glow around us. We sat in companionable silence for a few moments, watching the leaves sway in the gentle breeze. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time. The park seemed to cocoon us in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“What about you?” I asked, breaking the silence. “How’s life been treating you?”

Harry shrugged. “It’s been a bit of a rollercoaster. I just finished filming 'Dunkirk' with Christopher Nolan, which was incredible but intense.”

"That sounds amazing, I never imagined you as a Nolan guy."

"Yeah, it's amazing that the long-haired guy from One Direction ended up in a Nolan movie," he replied with a sad smile.

"Well, I think it suits you, whatever the public or the press thinks. You always had a lot of hidden sides in you... I just thought you'd be more of a Spielberg guy."

"You think you're so funny, Miss Swift," he replied mockingly. “I’m also starting to write songs for my first solo album.”

"Oh, that's great, that's what I know best. How was it?"

“It’s exciting, but sometimes I miss the old days with the band. Things were simpler then.”

"Sometimes change is difficult."

"I just… miss not having four other guys around to make decisions... everything I decide is going to be on me if something goes wrong and... I feel like I have a responsibility now to reach a standard, to reach expectations, if I go through with this."

“I can relate to that,” I said. “Sometimes I miss the early days of my career, before everything got so complicated.”

Harry nodded, his eyes distant for a moment. “Yeah, fame can be a double-edged sword. But I guess we just have to focus on the things that matter.”

“Exactly,” I agreed. “That’s why I’ve been pouring my heart into my music. It’s been therapeutic, in a way.”

“I’m glad you have that,” Harry said, his voice sincere. “It’s important to have something that keeps you grounded.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the park providing a soothing backdrop to our thoughts.

“Do you ever miss it?” Harry asked, his voice quiet as we continued our stroll.

“Miss what?” I replied, glancing over at him.

“Having someone to share all of this with,” he said, his gaze distant. “A partner you can tell all your uncertainties and fears to.”

I paused, considering his question. “Sometimes,” I admitted. “But it’s difficult to find someone who understands everything about my life – the fame, the reputation. It’s a lot for anyone to take on.”

Harry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Our way of life is something that is hard to understand for anyone who has been away from this kind of life. You want to believe in that connection, but it’s scary to open yourself up to that vulnerability again.”

“Exactly,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my chest as he put my feelings into words.

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But,” Harry said softly, breaking the silence, “I think love is always worth taking the risk. Maybe finding someone to share your love with is worth fighting for, despite the pain of them not understanding what this life is about.”

I looked at him, a glimmer of hope stirring in my chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

We walked in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. The park was bathed in golden light, the air filled with the sounds of nature around us.

“But, I don’t know if I can risk it again,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s so hard to find someone who understands this life, the constant scrutiny, the expectations. It’s exhausting. And when that person also lives under scrutiny and understands what it's like, it's even worse, because it's not only my reputation that's at stake, but also theirs.”

Harry nodded slowly. “As I see it, in a relationship where there are two previous big reputations, when you are together, it becomes one. You have to forget about the past and focus on a shared reputation, of course without forgetting that you both have separate projects, but keeping in mind that there is another person on whom, at least your public image depends. Then, maybe it’s not about finding someone who gets it all. Maybe it’s about finding someone who’s willing to try, who’s willing to be there for you despite not having all the answers.”

I considered his words, a thoughtful silence enveloping us. The park seemed to cocoon us

 in its embrace, offering a momentary escape from the world outside.

“But what if it just leads to more heartache?” I asked, my voice tinged with vulnerability.

Harry looked at me, his gaze steady. “Life is full of risks, Taylor. But sometimes, the greatest rewards come from the biggest risks. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy, who supports you through the highs and lows.”

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “I want to believe that. I really do.”

Harry gave me a small, encouraging smile. “You will. It just takes time.”

We continued our walk, the sun beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the park. As we walked, I felt a sense of peace settle over me, a sense of hope for the future.

“Thank you, Harry,” I said softly. “For being here, for listening. It means a lot.”

“Anytime,” he replied. “You’re not alone in this. Remember that. If you need to talk or anything else, I'm just a phone call away.”

As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope waiting just around the corner.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it, please leave any comments or leave a like it if you enjoyed it.

See you soon :)

[sailorshadzter]

Before parentage reveal and during S8, Jon and Sansa realize they love each other romantically. They have a heartbreaking conversation about duty and love which is vaguely about them confessing their feelings. Then Jon's parentage is revealed, and they give in their feelings.

thanks anon!!!

send me prompts

He finds her there beneath the heart tree, the first morning of his arrival home. 

“Have you come to pray?” He asks as he approaches, her head looking up as a smile spreads slowly across her rosy lips. As he figures, she shakes her head, though she pats the space beside him, as if she’d been waiting for him there all along. He does, sinking into the place at her side, their shoulders brushing as he shifts to face her. There, he finds her blue eyes are already staring back at him, poised as if they mean to speak, but thinks better of it. “I’ve missed this place,” he says instead of what he means and she softens, as if she knows, as if she understands, her hands twisting in the folds of her black wool gown. 

“It’s not felt like home without you here,” she replies with a tilt of her head, red hair falling across her shoulder, the honesty falling free before she can stop it. Then again, perhaps she doesn’t want to. “Ghost and I have missed you.” She thinks of the many nights she’s slept tucked against the wolf, wishing it to be his master. There’s a part of her that knows the truth- that this could never be, even if Jon wanted it too, but somehow that doesn’t make it any less painful. 

“Has he missed me? I’ve not seen him once since my return,” he laughs, thinking of the wolf he’d found snoozing in her bed the night before, when he had peeked into her rooms hoping for a moment with her, but instead watched her sleep for a moment before he was gone, returning to his own lonely rooms. “From what I’ve heard, he’s as good as yours.” It’s her turn to laugh, though she’s shaking her head, as if it’s not true. “But I’m glad for that.” He recalls the last moment he shared with the wolf, when he’d asked him to look after her for him, to keep her safe when he could not. It certainly seemed as if the wolf had been good on his word, if not better than good. 

For a long moment, they shared nothing but a smile and silence, eyes staring into one another’s, and for that split second it was almost enough. “Sansa…” Her name is on his lips, familiar and warm, as his hand reaches out to take hold of hers. Jon doesn’t know what he means to say, what he means to do, but the feel of her skin against his brings him a sense of peace he’s not felt since the last time he held her in his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he finally says, the truth, or half of it at least. Her cheeks are pink but not from the cold and she slides her other hand into place over his, a tangle of fingers. 

The truth was, he loves her, and he loves her well. 

He loves her in a way a brother should never love his sister- but try as he might, he cannot escape the feelings that live within his heart. It was she that brought meaning back into his life, it was she that renewed the warmth in his heart, in his soul. It was for her that he went to war for and he knows that he would do it again, without a single doubt. Sansa was the light in his life, the warmth in his soul, but she could never be his… Not truly. Perhaps in another life, in another world. 

There is just something utterly tragic about the moment and Sansa closes her eyes against the tears welling up within. But then, it’s his hand against the curve of her cheek, guiding her back into the moment, and so she opens her eyes simply so she might gaze into his perfect face. “Jon…” She speaks his name, soft and slow, in a way only she ever can, and Jon feels the chills race the length of his spine at the sound of it. “I was afraid you might not return to me,” she says softly, daring to speak of the fear that kept her up late into the night while he was away. 

“I promised I would, didn’t I?” He asks and she chuckles softly, nodding her head. His hand slips from her cheek but she catches hold, giving it a tender squeeze. “I always want to be at your side, Sansa,” he admits without fear, without hesitation, though he longs to say more. To do more. Her smile wanes, her blue eyes glistening with the unshed tears she’s tried so hard to keep at bay. 

“I know,” she says, knowing the truth as well as he does.

But it could never be, would never be. 

[ x x x ]

It’s the evening after the reveal.

He stands at her doorway, torn between knocking and walking away, as he’s been many times before. But then, before he has a chance to do anything at all, the door opens, and she’s standing there in the doorway, looking bemused at the sight of him. “Jon,” she greets, stepping back to instead allow him entry. “I was just coming to find you,” she admits as the door swings closed behind him. “But here you are.” It was as if he was attuned to her every move, her every thought.

Now that he’s here, he doesn’t know what to say, nor what to do.

This was a moment he never could have dreamed could happen, not in all of his life. The only thing he once wanted was to be a true born Stark, but now, he’s jubilant with the knowledge that he was not. He thinks back to every moment that had led them to this one, the ones with one another, and those without. He thinks back to how every moment without her, he’d only been wishing to be with her. “Sansa…” Her name is soft on his lips and she’s smiling as she takes a single step closer, so close now he can smell her familiar scent of rosewater and Ghost. Everything led to this one moment. 

This one that would change everything. 

“Just say it,” she whispers as his arms come around her, head tilted back so she can look up into his face. His lips are so close, she can feel the curve of them when he laughs, can feel the heat of his every exhale. “Say it…” 

Jon leans in and just before he captures her mouth, he whispers the words he’s held onto all these long days… “I love you…” 

[4gem]

Just watching too much msp so let's talk about ep 4. I think ep 4 is sometimes overlooked because of how much stronger ep 5 and 6 are in terms of the emotions showcased. But what really caught my eye was the use of colours in ep 4 so leggo.

Gotta appreciate how much colour is brought into the Student Council room with just a touch of Gun's magic. The stark white to this beautiful mess of colours. There's a lot of pink, orange and purple hues in the scene and the diffused light makes everything appear soft. Gives off very romantic vibes. Really sets the tone for how Tinn and Gun's relationship is slowly evolving. From enemies to friends, acquaintances to somewhat friends and potentially more.

I want to thank whoever decided to get that huge neon sign of cafe in pink because its perfect. Just the right colour for the ambience. It's definitely the centre of the display of colours. Also interesting how they show us the Student Council room through a window. We can see how the outside remains the same after the decor but the inside has changed so much. Kind of like how Gun entered Tinn's life and changed his life in monochrome to a life full of colour. All the emotions he could experience just because Gun decided to sing that day in the cafe. Love these hurt comfort vibes.

All the flirting happens while they're covered in pink hues. It's almost like they're blushing or something. And there's also Tiw rolling his eyes while he's covered in shades of orange. Tinn going wide eyed when Gun kind of flirts with him and as they get closer, all the other colours go out of focus, just leaving the pinks. Interesting how when Tinn and Gun are being romantic, you can only see the pinks but when where is warm interaction we see a lot of orange instead.

Back to the warmth of the yellow and orange shades as Tinn and Gun get some distance between them and get to their tasks. Even without being flirty, we can feel the intimacy building as the colours shift.

Then we enter a new scene with an almost sage green background. The colours are muted and not as vibrant, almost grounded as Tinn and Gun's converse about their experiences and fears. A lot more light and shadows present in the scene. There's more contrast compared to the previous scenes in the Student Council room. Tinn and Gun have simple but meaningful conversations which are crucial in understanding and connecting with people. I really enjoy how they develop Tinn and Gun's relationship and it's interesting to see much emotional connections form, with such dull colours as the backdrop. Love doesn't have to be bright and scorching.

Later in the episode, as Tinn asks Gun to go back to the Music Club, the pinks fade and the orange hues are more pronounced. And when Tinn worries about Gun, we see just a hint of pink shine on him.

When Gun returns to the Music Club, we have the same muted ochre and green in the background. But as he brings back Sound to the group and they perform together, the pink and purple lights are brought back. Really highlights how love isn't just romantic and there are so many different types of love. Even love between friends is such an important form of love.

After the performance, Gun comes back to the Student Council Room and we get to see my fav neon sign. As Tinn and Gun sit facing each other, the colours are a lot darker on Tinn's side than Gun. Tinn looks like he is drowning in the pink hues whereas Gun is slowly getting dyed by the pink. To me, it symbolises how Tinn is sure of his feelings for Gun (took him only 2 years of crushing on Gun to get here) and Gun's feelings aren't as strong but he's somewhere along the way.

And ofc THE scene. Funny how Gun pulls Tinn for a with the neon sign as the backdrop and now they're both pink. A lot of glances and Tinn seeks confirmation from Gun before entangling their pinkies together. And they're finely holding onto each other. Definitely kids in love. And I'm definitely not thinking about how Gun's attention is constantly on Tinn's lips. Nope, not me.

So, basically, a lot of pinks which are always pleasant to look at. It's kind of cute considering what stage they were at in their relationship at that time in the show.

A lot of assumptions and inferences by me so nothing to be taken too seriously. And a lot of overthinking, again by me. Funny I wrote an entire post appreciating the use of the pink considering how long I hated that colour. The things msp makes me do. Anyway, gotta go watch msp again.