#why is it that out of all the sof & fluff i have from you my brain chose this to answer first & foremost ?

[lunaetis]

@apocryphis asked :

do you feel anything when you look at me? (oho some pain from wriothesley to arle)

I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU. || accepting

─「アルレッキーノ」─  if anyone asked, if anyone questioned, if anyone ever felt the need to get suspicious about the constant visit the KNAVE spent underneath the water of fontaine and upon the ground outside the ruling of THE IUDEX and within the grasp of the hound, then the answer was it's business. that was all it was, that was all it could be, all it should be. a simple business visit, a negotiation offered by the FOURTH HARBINGER to the duke.

                then why was it that their eyes could never leave one another whenever they happened to be in the same room ? whether it was within his office that she had found her way inside more times than he could count, or the rarer times they caught each other upon the street of fontaine and barely a glance was exchanged. never words. never acknowledgement. never more than a split second attention.

                they weren't supposed to meet, they weren't supposed to get close, they weren't supposed to feel anything.

                then why was it that her GAZE remained locked to his now that they were behind closed doors ? why was it that she found herself towering over the man upon his desk when the conversation could've been conducted with respectable distance between them. why was it that her clawed digits remained on his face, grasping the shape of his jaw and traced them oh-so-carefully when she should've driven them right through his chest ?

                it was QUIET, her mind. her very consciousness that was always humming, always noisy, always so loud from whispers of the days long gone. countless whispers haunting her every waking moment and even in her sleep. THE CURSE, THE ENTITY wrapping its claws around her throat, preventing her from achieving even something as human as death. it was a proof that THE KNAVE was no longer mortal. she was no longer HUMAN. those eyes bearing the power and curse of immortality, the hands and body that was possessed and morphed beyond limit, and the voice ...

                the voice in her head refusing to let her rest ...

                how it went silent the moment their eyes locked. so quiet. so peaceful. only when these eyes met hers.

                did she still have a HEART, she wondered ? or had it been lost the moment the curse took shape and the entity took over. maybe it was lost the moment she cut all of them free of MOTHER, when the warmth of blood soak her hands and fingers, tainting them crimson and marked her as the successor. father ... mother no more. human no more. duties. responsibilities. titles. she was to live in place of those who died. live. live. live. live until no one was left.

                do you feel anything when you look at me ?

                this feeling within her hollowed chest, this TIGHTNESS forming a knot in the deepest part of her, the fire ( or was it warmth ? ) burning whenever they danced on the battlefield, when her weapon clashed with his, when his hands caged her against the wall, when hers held his own. when silvery blue contrasted with crimson crosses.

                the entity was still. wordless. silent.

                " how could a monster be capable of feeling anything, dear warden ? "

                how could i ever loved like human if i'm not one ? it can't be love if i don't know what it is or how it's supposed to be. it can't be love if i don't have a heart to feel it. it can't be love. it cannot be.

                and she pulled him in, diminishing the gap between their lips with a kiss.

                whatever this is, it's yours. only yours.

[gift-of-prophecy]

cemetery girl - mike schmidt

summary: mike works hard and deserves the best treatment, the reader gives that to him... and doesn't let up until he's crying and begging.

a/n: cross posted from ao3 (also @/gift_of_prophecy) fnaf changed my brain chemistry and this creation was born in the middle of the night when i saw it, i've just been too lazy to post it until now (also sorry about everything else i've promised to post, my brain is only letting me think about jhutch)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, kinda fluff, established relationship, overstim, bj, cowgirl, fem!reader, sub!mike schmidt

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His hands shot up to his face, covering his pathetic scrunched up expression, but his moans still seeped through his skin and filled the little bedroom. She hadn’t let up, mouth still playing with his cock like somehow blowing him was a treat for her. He’d already cum, already watched her drink him all in and now he was left on the brink of tears as she was practically french kissing his shaft, denying him time for refractory and instead somehow willing his dick to harden up against her soft lips.

“Please~” He whined, followed by a string of pants, this had to be some form of torture. “Ha… Why are you… why are you doing this?”

“Such a good boy,” She spoke between pecks, “So hard on yourself, you deserve someone treating you all nice,” Her eyes found his from between his legs, peering up at him like cat about to pounce, “Wanna make you feel good over and over and over.” The hypnotic mantra barely carried to his ears as she slobbered down his cock and took him to the back of her throat once again. He was milked dry, but still she sucked like she was trying to take something from him. The palm of her hand sent chills up his sweat slick body as it found rest on his balls, fondling and playing with them in her grasp. He bucked wildly, leaving her to gag happily knowing he had completely lost control over himself, too blissed out with pleasure to be shy and gentle. He couldn’t bear the sight of her on him: her cheeks hollowed out and her pink lips creating a delectably tight seal around his girth. Watching his dick get used like that, being at her will, knowing she wanted to treat him to a night of pleasure so drawn out and good that it felt torturous, he hit another peak. Only difference this time, he was shooting blanks. It was the first time something like that ever happened. While he wasn’t the most experienced in the world, the small handful of women he had had the chance to spend the night with never went further than sex that felt necessary; this… this was a catered experience, one that only happened because he was willing to spend all night tangled up with her. There were no risks with her, for once something in his life was simply rewards. In the moment, it would be shallow to call this love, to only say “of course I’d spend the rest of my life with this person” when they were gorged on his dick like their life depended on it, but he would have meant it. He would never have let himself be… free in this way if he hadn’t been fully committed to her body and soul. Mouth unyielding and love swelling in his chest, he knew this would be the longest night of his life. He was crying now. His face was wet with sweat and tears, this had to be what dying felt like. She pulled off of him with an un-suctioning pop. 

“Give me the word, sweet pea, I’ll stop,” She rose from the position she was crouched in, leaning forwards and taking his cheek in her palm, wiping away the wet. She looked like an angel with the backlighting from the moon. He couldn’t speak, just resigning to shaking his head. Who was he to stop her from having him just how she wanted? He found it criminal to deny her anything she wanted. She leaned down, pressing a chaste, borderline polite, kiss to his lips. “My sweet baby, you’re just gonna let me do anything to you, huh?” She gently laughed. That was definitely a soft way of calling your boyfriend a slut. Like a slut, he wildly nodded, words still trapped in the recesses of his throat behind moaning sounds he almost couldn’t believe were coming out of his mouth. She interlocked her hands with his before bringing her hips down to meet his and create a delicious friction on his cock between the lips of her pussy… how romantic. She ground down, sopping wet from seeing him become a crumpled mess of a grown man, grinding forwards and back. She moaned out with him now, maneuvering to just barely tease her clit on it in the process. His cock twitched against her. “He just doesn’t quit,” Again from the mockery, “Oh~ you’re twisted,” She wickidly grinned as if she were not enactor of his torture. 

“Yer evil,” He gritted out, not meaning a single pussy drunk thing he choked out.

“Awe come on… wanna ride that thick cock til I can’t feel my legs.”

“I don’t… I don’t have it in me…” His eyes were already rolling into the back of his head as she changed pace again.   

“We both know that that's not true,” She disapprovingly clicked at him through her teeth. She leaned forward, mouth beside his ear. “Then how come yer hard again?” She bit down on his earlobe and he groaned, thrusting his hips upward against her wet center.

“Need to be inside of you, please, please. I need it so bad,” The words were all spilling out now in a desperate fury as he felt how she was almost gushing over him, “All I ever wanted, come on, you said I was a good boy. Please~ please please, prove it, show me how good I am then, please~” She smiled, winning. Lifting her hips up, she sank down so unbearingly slowly according to the way he got immediately huffy, but that was the thing about sex with him, she was always forced to reacclimate to the deliciously tingly stretch of his girthy cock. It was nothing she would ever complain about: a delectable weepy boyfriend who always had these giant puppy dog eyes whenever he looked at you and the most perfect cock to ever be attached to a man’s body. She almost didn’t believe it when she saw it for the first time, he acted like no one ever let him know he was practically wielding a weapon when he got hard. She could fuck herself silly on it before she ever even hit her release, just filling her guts with it. 

“Fuck~” He was about halfway in as her walls began to flutter, sending insane sensations through an already raw dick. The burn had her head thrown back in ecstacy. Another moan spilled out and her pussy swallowed up his dick in one slick movement, bottoming out and feeling his dick throbbing within her velvet walls. She gave herself a moment, breathing in time with one another, eyes shut just focusing on the burn. Mike’s hands slipping from hers went unnoticed until a heavy handed thumb landed on her clit. A moan ripped from her throat at the sudden pressure. “Fuck, Mike, fuck, fuck.” Like a chain reaction, thrusting towards the fiery feeling of his digit on her had him shift inside of her and all at once, like a well oiled machine, they began to move in sync with one another, meeting each other in each thrust. His thumb made tight circles on her clit before her hand clamped around his wrist. 

“Wha-”

“Nuh uh, gonna cum with you… too pretty looking like this.” He wanted to tell her the same thing as he was watching her take him fully over and over again, “I was already too close watching you get worked up like that,” Who sent this angel to him? “Practically rubbing myself raw looking at you like that.” He was like porn to her, something she could sit back and watch get broken down by pleasure and cream her jeans over like some sort of horny teen. It was just so much sweeter that she got to be the one doing the breaking. She slowed her thrusts, now pulling herself all the way off and then sliding all the way to hilt; the life was being strangled out of him, there were more tears. His tip just barely kissed her cervix each time she filled herself and it made her shiver deliciously. “Fuck, so good, yer so good.” His dick would have gotten harder if it could have. Each pretty praise she sang of his made him want to flip her onto her back and pound her full of cum, but he couldn’t when he was so weak, completely at her mercy. She deserved the mind numbing pleasure tenfold compared to him, there couldn’t be anyone else on the face of the earth willing to dismantle a man piece by piece and take care of him every step of the way. To not humiliate him, but to brush his hair from his eyes and press warm, joyful kisses to his skin and prove that even after another difficult day, she’d still be there just for him. There was a pause as she bottomed out again, followed by a transition, a grinding, forwards and back. Her white knuckle grip released his wrist finally, his thumb immediately finding its place he knew so well. She squeezed so tightly around him now, constricting in a borderline masochist way that had Mike’s teeth gritting. Her body was thrumming as she approached a peak, his cock now manipulated deliciously to grind her g-spot to high hell and his calloused thumb waltzed in memorized circles on her clit. With shaking, trembling legs, she cried out as she came, pussy strangling and drenching his dick as her iron grasp had him orgasming once again. It was like he couldn’t breath as he fought to come down again, the thought crossed his mind of being stuck like this forever as it felt never ending in the moment, what tasty suffering he’d be sentenced to. She continued to grind as she rode out her high, panting and puffing, her tits heaving with each heavy breath. If he could have taken a photo… he would have, and he would have kept it on him at all times. There couldn’t be a better sight in the world, he was sure of it.

Slowing to a complete stop, she pulled herself off of him, resigning to the spot beside him on the bed. They breathed into a peaceful albeit sweaty silence. She stared over at Mike, at his pretty pussy drunk expression. 

“C’mere,” She gestured, opening her arms for him, the poor boy needed to be held after everything she had just put him through. He barely had the strength to scootch into her arms. She hummed a content laugh as he found his place resting on her chest. They both had arms around one another, tangled and grasping as if the other would go somewhere. “Thank you.”

“Thank me?” The pitch of his voice raised in shock briefly, “Whuddya mean?” He slurred, “Thank… thank you.”

“Jus, letting me do all that to you, letting down your walls enough to let me take care of you.” She petted his wavy mop of black hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head which he then in turn mimicked back by kissing the hot skin of her chest. “You deserve it.” His heart fluttered in his chest, wedding bells ringing in his ears. 

“No one deserves all this,” She let out a confused noise like she got something all wrong, “Deserves you. S’like you’re sent from heaven or something…” His words trailed off. 

“You need to get some sleep.” But she was sure he was asleep before she even finished her sentence, quietly breathing a bit deeper than before. She chuckled to herself, pressing another kiss to his head before letting her eyes close and drifting off with him.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Pumpkin Patch Lovin' 🎃

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Just a little short 'n sweet Fall-themed fluff with our favorite boy <3

Disclaimer; I have never in my life been to a Pumkin Patch, this is all made up.

The order is here -> 🎂

When you visit a pumpkin patch with Johnny, he realizes what true love looks like and how it has always looked like you. You assure all his doubts and make that he knows that he's wanted.

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"Ah. Nothin' like a crisp fall day, eh, bonnie?" Johnny smiled, hands propped up on his hips as he took in the stretching fields of orange pumpkins.

From auburn to apricot, and even cream and shades of yellow, all colors were represented. You'd begged to experience a pumpkin patch once in your life, and how could he ever say no to you?

"Ya, yayayayaya, let's go!" You squealed, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket and dragging him with you to the entrance.

He stumbled and almost fell, cursing under his breath.

"Don't go knockin' me over, lass!" Johnny laughed.

You were all dressed up for the occasion; a nice burnt orange sweater and you even had a pumpkin hair clip! You fit in perfectly.

You couldn't hold in your excitement anymore at the sight of haybales, stalks of corn with colorful shimmering kernels and bunches of wheat. There were garlands of fall leaves with acorns and pinecones, and a variety of fall flowers.

A small tent had been set up, wooden benches and tables shielded from the unpredictable fall weather. They sold all kinds of delicious smelling goodies. From savory to sweet, tart to sour and everything in between.

You couldn't wait to eat your way through all the stalls after having picked out some pumpkins with Johnny. He couldn't help but admire your eyes shining with exctiment and unbridled joy.

Something he hadn't seen nor felt in a while. It was so... pure, in a way. You were protected from all the things he had seen, and yet you still loved him all the same. You loved the broken parts, the parts he hid from everyone else and replaced with his humor and jokes.

Come to think of it, he hadn't really known what love felt like -real, wholehearted love- until he met you. You brought light into his life, your light, and he could always rely on you to guide his path through the thorny bramble that was the cruel world of his mind.

Your hand was tightly grasped on his as you marveled at all the new and exciting things at the pumpkin patch.

"You have no idea how thrilled I am to do this- and especially to do it with you!" You rambled, eyes flitting over all the different shapes and sizes of various species of pumpkins.

Johnny's breath caught in his throat and he could've sworn his heart jumped out of his ribcage. How you were able to confess such a heartfelt and important thing like it was no big deal amazed him.

Because to him, it was a big deal. The biggest deal, actually. It wasn't like he was disliked on Base, but no one had ever said that.

He knew that his comrades and his friends from the Taskforce liked having him around, he was the life of the party! But sometimes he felt out of place.

Like he was too much and not enough at the same time.

So to hear you say how excited you were to do something with him, and that he was the main event made him want to cry and smile and sob. Sure, he was maybe only second to the pumpkins but that's something he could live with.

Still, he wanted to know more.

"Why does it matter if yer doin' it with me or no'?" He asked, quirking a brow at you, full of curiosity.

At his question you stopped in your tracks and pulled him out of the foot traffic.

"Well, because you're my boyfriend, duh!" You laughed.

"No other reason, eh?" He chuckled dryly.

It sounded like you were stuck with him.

"And I just really like hanging out with you. Actually- I just really like you, Johnny." You shrugged with a smile.

His expression softened, and his doubts slowly fizzled away.

"Ah know tha' ya love me, hen." He replied softly, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You giggled and gently pried yourself from his embrace.

"Of course I love you, but liking and loving are different, I think. " You explained.

Johnny eyed you.

"How so?"

"I mean, you can definitely love someone but not really like them, you know? For example; there are couples who very obviously love each other, it's hard to miss. But the closer you look the more you realize they don't actually like one another."

He listened intently, humming along.

"Then wha' does both look like?" He questioned, tilting his head.

"Us." You smiled softly.

"I love you so so so much and I know you love me the same but we also like eachother. At least I do! You're not just my boyfriend, you're also my best friend. And believe me, there are many relationships where that's not the case." You chuckled.

Johnny looked and felt like he was about to burst into tears of joy. You were a one hell of a woman and he couldn't believe his luck.

Here you were, affirming your love for him and fighting any bad thoughts and doubts in the middle of a goddamn pumpkin patch.

"You're ma best friend, too, mo leannan. Ah wouldnae have done this with anyone else." He said with a soft smile, pulling you into a sweet hug.

"I know what's going on in that brain of yours. But please remember that I wouldn't be with you if I didn't want to be, okay?" You whispered sincerely, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he nodded into the crook of your neck.

Johnny sniffled quietly and went to pull away but you clung to him tightly, burying your fingers in his jacket.

"Want a wee more lovin', eh?" He chuckled, taking you back into his arms.

"Yes, but also can you squeeze me really tight? I feel like I'm about to explode from excitment and I need to come back down to earth." You spoke, muffled with your cheek squished against his shoulder.

"Alright. One good squeeze comin' up." He announced with a grin, tightening his arms around you.

His biceps flexed around you as he held you to his chest, making sure to apply even pressure. You relaxed under the weight, sighing into his coat.

"Thank you." You said quietly as he slowly loosened his embrace around you.

"No problem at'all, lassie." He hummed, taking your hand in his.

"Now, pumpkins!" You announced loudly, storming off into the rows and rows of orange fruit with a cackling Johnny in tow.

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It had gotten dark, the air cold as the day went by. The Pumpkin Patch was lit up by torches and fairy lights, giving the whole establishment a cozy glow.

You were seated in the tent with Johnny, happily munching on whatever bizarre pumpkin flavored treat you had picked out.

You were talking and talking, barely eating, really, only suggestion ideas on how to carve your pumpkin and that one funny story from when you were a kid and your jack-o-latern got stolen.

Johnny listened carefully, a steady smile on his face. You changed it all for him. He always thought he knew love and that it would be a certain way. Some said it was simple, black and white.

Others spoke of hot red fire, saying it was addicting but dangerous. But, in reality, everyone's love looked different. It was an ever changing thing. It always had changed and it always will change for as long as humans are able to love.

And when Johnny thought of love, he saw you. He saw how you brought daylight into his life that seemed to be cursed to eternal darkness. He could finally see, thanks to you. When he thought of love, it was golden.

Golden like the twinkle in your eye.

Golden like the sound of your heartfelt laughter.

Golden like the gentle words and touches that you held just for him.

Golden like your soft hands that held his heart.

Golden like the ring he would put on your finger very soon.

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I hope you enjoyed 😚

More Johnny and others -> 💫

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[live-laugh-lenney]

ArthurTV angst with smut at the end? 😏 or fluff 🫶

i'm just... waffling in these, at the moment.

"don't do this."

his hand was flat against the frame of her front door as soon as she pulled it open, his body being the only obstruction in her leaving her flat and stepping foot in the corridor of her flat complex. and it took yn by complete surprise... because arthur frederick was the last person she ever expected to be stood at her front door that evening.

"don't do what? arthur, you can't just turn up on my doorstep and-"

"don't go on this date."

"who told you i was going on a date? the only person i told was-" she cuts her sentence short and sighs heavily at the sudden realisation that dawned upon her at who would have shared the information with and she brought her hands up to cover her face in annoyance, "chris."

"he didn't want to tell me. i made him tell me," arthur explains, "but that's not the point."

"why are you here?"

"you know why i'm here, yn," he says, his eyes barely leaving her face, "i'm can't let you do this."

"you're the one who turned me down, arthur. you can't expect me to wait around for you, for my whole life, until you felt ready enough to have a girlfriend," she pushes his arm in an attempt to let her leave her home except he barely budged, "arthur, seriously."

"i realised how much of a mistake i made by letting you walk away that night," he gulps back the thick lump that was buried low in his throat and his eyes could barely drop from how deeply they were looking into hers, "since you told me how you felt, i haven't been able to ignore this voice in the back of my head telling me that i was an idiot for even second-guessing my own feelings i had for you."

the only image he had in his mind, almost burned into his brain, was how her face looked when he got up after she'd confessed how she felt towards him. the way her eyes glossed over at how he couldn't - or wouldn't - tell her the truth of his own feelings playing havoc in his mind. the way her bottom lip trembled behind the rim of the coffee cup in her hand and how she chewed on the lid in an attempt to keep herself from crying at his - unwanted - rejection. the way she couldn't even say a goodbye as he got up to walk away because she didn't trust her own voice to say anything.

"no, i'm not having this conversation now."

"yn-"

"no," she held up a finger to stop him before he started his sentence, "i've moved on, arthur. you rejected me, you caused me so much pain that day, so no." she shook her head and felt the courage course her veins, strong enough to have her look at him. "i'm going on this date and i'm going to enjoy my night with benjamin and when i re-tell the events to chris, when he asks, i hope he tells you everything i say because you deserve to know what you missed out on having."

all arthur could do was drop his arm from the frame of her door and step back, allowing her to close her door and lock it behind her, watching as she shoved her keys into her bag and let it hang down her shoulder.

"go home, arthur."

she turns on her heels, glittering under the harsh light of the corridor lights in the ceiling panels, and her feet take her in gentle strides to the elevator at the end of the hallway.

"one day, we'll work things out and we'll be friends again but right now," she wants to come to a halt and turn around on the spot but she can't bring herself to look at him and the doors to the lift were getting closer and closer, "right now, we need our space. i need you to go and find someone and-"

she feels a hand wrap around her upper arm and she feels a tug on her elbow, twirling her around in a hastily fashion, and she almost stumbled over her feet in the swift motion that had her back facing her desired destination. and before she could comprehend what was happening, her mind still boggling over how she'd been so quickly turned, she felt lips press against her own in a kiss that held so much passion from the moment their lips connected.

soft.

pillowy.

yet with an intense hold that had her wanting more in the moment, her arms wrapping around his neck out of pure instinct and her fingers dug deep into the hairs at the nape of his neck, tugging and twirling into the strands in an attempt to have him kiss her with as much passion as possible. his stubble rough against her soft skin but, in that moment, she didn't care.

she didn't care where they were.

she didn't care who could have been watching.

"be mine," he whispers against her lips before he pulled away from her, "please don't go on this date tonight, yn. i can't let you go. not like this and not this easy."

she was still in a daze.

"say something, please."

the silence was killing him, and he was desperate to know what was going on in her mind, her lips still moist from his own and her eyes searching his features in an attempt to give her a moment to find an answer.

"it was always you, arthur. it will always be you." x

[solaris-amethyst]

💫 Animal Crossing vs Stardew Valley💫

✨Pairing: Seonghwa x gn!reader ✨Prompt: You and your best friend Seonghwa argue about which game is better than the other. ✨Word count: 0.7k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, best friends ☀️Authors Note: I definitely play way more Stardew Valley than Animal Crossing so had to get the help of my friend who's played AC way longer than I have to have some good materials for this one shot! Let me know if you liked it!🥰

"There is no way you prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing New Horizon." Seonghwa said looking at you flabbergasted after you had confessed you preferred said game over Animal Crossing.

"Why wouldn't I prefer Stardew Valley over Animal Crossing?! Stardew has so much more gameplay and a storyline and it's so much more fun!" You argued back at him, he sat up straighter in the sofa the two of you were sitting in with his mouth hanging open as if he could not believe the words you had just uttered.

"No no no you're wrong! Animal crossing is much better, the villagers are super cute, you get to choose who stays on your island! You can't do that in Stardew! You're forced to have the exact same people as everyone else!" He said as he turned his switch towards you to show his villagers who were waving and just in general being cute.

"Well at least I don't need to restart or get a new switch if I wanna restart a new farm in Stardew! You have to delete everything if you wanna start a new farm meaning you'll have to delete all your memories and that's no fun!" You pout "And besides Animal Crossing don't have Krobus so that's automatically a minus point!"

"What the hell is a Krobus?!" Seonghwa asked making a face causing you to gasp and turn toward him almost offended he asked who Krobus is.

"He's a precious friendly monster! You have not seen his little face when you gift him an emerald! He's adorable!!" You defend the creature.

"Well do your villagers congratulate you on your birthday?" He argues back which causes you to let out an annoyed:

"No they don't."

"Hah! See! My game is superior! They sing a little song and do a little dance for you. Plus the visuals are much cuter than your game!"

"Hey! The visuals are really nice as well!!" You lightly hits his leg as he laughs.

"Besides Stardew stresses me out. I want to be relaxed when playing a game and yet there's a time limit every day, if I want to save I gotta go to bed and if I'm mining I get attacked by everything from crabs to slime monsters to bugs." He rants and it brings out a laugh from you.

"That's why Animal Crossing is slightly boring. There's no fighting, no action or adrenaline rush while playing the game! Plus Stardew has a storyline, your game is over once you earn three stars which is like what do you do after that?" You retaliate and you can see something click in Hwas head as his eyes starts looking a bit mischievous as he fights a smile.

"Well you know Sprout Valley is better than your game!" That caused you to gasp, there was no way he actually uttered those words to you.

"You take that back! You agreed last week when we played it that it was good but not as good as our favorite games!" You point at him and he's now wearing a Cheshire grin on his face

"I changed my mind" He singsongs, giggling at your flabbergasted face.

"Get over here!" You say pouncing at him to tickle him causing him to shriek trying to get away from you.

"Stooppp!!! Hahahahaha noooo stop it Y/n!!!!" He tries to push you off of him but hes unsuccessful of getting you off and stopping your attack.

"I will stop if you take it back and say Stardew is the best game out there!!" You smirk trying not to laugh at how he was turning red from laughing.

"Okay! OKAY!! Ahhhh you win!!! Stardew Valley is the best game out there!!" Once he had screamed that you stopped, laughing at him. Seonghwa looked as if he had been to war with his now tousled hair, beanie on the ground and shirt slightly tangled.

"See! I won." You say sitting back in your corner of the sofa looking like a cat who just got the cream. Enjoying your victory over Seonghwa who usually was the one who won these kind of arguments. Your victory did not last long before he wheezed out:

"I lied. Animal Crossing and Sprout Valley is leagues better."

"Why you little shit!" You said before lunging at him with a screech causing him to let out a scream of his own trying to avoid your fingers who were ready to tickle him again until he gave up.

[lynnlovesthestars]

Stealth check failed.

Pairing: Astarion x oc

Warnings and Genre: a bit of hurt comfort, fluff, smut, masturbation, sa survivor oc, anxiety mentions, ptsd allusion, panic attack mentioned, guilt, dealing with sex and ptsd- briefly touched cause i was too emotional to go too deep-, past sexual abuse mentions, oc backstory mentioned, feelings and not dealing with them..

Synopsis: Lynn doesn't expect to get caught, but mostly he doesn't expect to come clean on why he is the way he is. Avoidant.

Author notes at the end bc yes, and no taglist bc of the warnings.

Lynn had waited until everyone was retiring to their tents before sneaking off. Astarion had been particularly touchy and flirty and as much as he tried to focus on other things, like the tadpole in his brain, his body begged to differ.

He looked for a nice clearing, one where he could take all the time he needed and stay undisturbed, especially if he was going to end up in tears afterwards. He had initially planned to stay in his tent, keeping it quiet yet he recalled how harshly his body could react to touch and maybe it was better to leave the area. No chaos surge to hurt his friends.

Nevertheless even as he looked around for a calm spot, Lynn couldn’t help but think of how Astarion would grasp at Lynn’s hips and pull him closer whenever they needed to hide, or how he had winked and blew him a kiss while Lynn was trying to charm one of the Absolutists they had ran into. The thing that rendered completely helpless though, was when Lynn took a particularly hard hit, and Astarion caught him before he could reach the floor. Lynn was not sure how he didn’t die on the spot when Astarion whispered in his ear “Don’t die on me, darling. Who will be my midnight snack then?” Lynn was *never* going to recover from it.

As he strolled, he ended up finding a nice spot near a river, good enough to also bathe after he was done. He laid down the blanket near a tree, freed quickly from his clothes and laid down. The gentle breeze of the night caressed his skin as he took a deep breath and guided his palm to his aching cock already begging for relief, while he tried to free his mind.

Lynn could almost picture the feeling of Astarion’s fangs as they grazed his neck, his strong hands holding his hips possessively, the feeling of Astarion's legs wrapped around his hips, as he stroked himself and softly moaned Astarion's name as if it was a prayer.

His fist couldn't compare remotely with how Astarion would have felt around him, how his cum would drip all over Lynn's chest or how prettily Astarion would gasp his name. Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. It was all he could imagine, no more Jenneleth, no more Tyrx, just Astarion consuming his very bones.

Astarion didn't stumble on him on purpose, he was gingerly looking for dinner when he heard his name, barely audible between the cicadas cries, and then it was impossible for him to ignore how familiar those *pretty* sighs were.

Lynn was not too far, sprawled over a blanket as he touched himself and softly moaned. Even though he was bigger, he still looked so delicate under the moonlight as his pale cheeks flushed, his hair were all over the place and his chest heaved just as quick as he pumped his fist desperately. Lynn had already stirred something in Astarion, more than once, but this image in front of his eyes? It was possibly the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“My my what a sight to behold '' He purred as he strode closer, before Lynn had even time to cover himself, Astarion was laying next to him, laying on his side to look down at the changeling. “I was quite enjoying the way you were moaning my name. '' His hand gently reached for Lynn's hip to rest on his stomach, teasingly brushing the tip of his cock as he grazed his ear and had him shiver under him. 

“Shit I'm sorry-” Lynn was about to let out a string of apologies when Astarion hushed him, his hand trailing up and down his stomach, tracing his muscles.

“Don't you dare” Astarion tutted softly as he leaned forward and cupped his cheek. Lynn looked at him with soft round eyes, the stars reflected in the black void of his eyes. Astarion had to hold back from stealing a kiss from his lips as he traced Lynn's cheekbone. “I was enjoying the view” He smiled as he kissed his neck before pulling him in his arms completely. Lynn's head rested on his chest, his back pressed against Astarion's cold skin as the elf wrapped around him despite being smaller. He could smell the sweetness of his blood, inviting him to take a bite as the other laid there, easing down from the tension. Astarion gently tilted Lynn's head asking silently for approval and earning a nod.

Lynn, as he felt the other’s lips brush against his neck, he breathlessly reached for his cock again, his palm working hard to please himself. “Such a good boy” Astarion murmured as he sunk his nails in Lynn’s hip while the other rutted desperately in his fist. There was something about his compliment that left the changeling breathless and shaking, loving the way it rolled off his lips and stuck to him. It was like a sweet torture, as he tried to keep himself together on all possible levels.

Astarion gently grazed his fangs over Lynn pulse point, looking for those pretty wounds where he'd sunk his teeth into countless of times already and soon Lynn was taken over the pang. It was so exhilarating as it was quickly replaced by the fizzing feeling of his blood pouring between Astarion’s lips. He could barely hold back the guttural moan he itched to let out.

“Next time I want you to come to me” Astarion purred against Lynn's skin, as he let his fingers wander lower and lower until his pads grazed Lynn's tight hole, causing a long stutter down Lynn's lips. Damned vampire read him like a book, his every movement caught him off guard and desperate as he cooed dumb praises between sips of his blood.

“So sensitive” He hummed as his palm rested on top of Lynn's fist, joining it in pleasuring the changeling. Astarion could read it in the way Lynn could barely keep his eyes open and his mouth closed; how quickly he twitched, he was close. He let go of his neck gently, kissing the wound. 

He grasped at the hand, pulling it away and touching him directly, his warm, pulsing cock slid between his dexterous fingers, uncaring if his precum would hastily stain the fabric of his white shirt.

His strokes were fast, determined, as he focused on Lynn’s reaction, how he melted under his open mouthed kisses. “There’s my good boy.” He cooed as he took a moment to look better at the changeling and at how his lips parted to make space for the soft whimpers Astarion was lowkey fond of.

Lynn was breathless, air missing from his lungs as all he could focus on was the way Astarion praised and stroked him languidly. There it was, he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue, desperate to be reached as unease settled in Lynn’s stomach, the panic quickly making its way through as he was just expecting.

“’Starion..” He moaned as he resisted the involuntary buckle of his hips. “C-close, C-can’t” He panted and whined desperately. Why why why did he have to panic? He admonished himself as he wanted Astarion to keep going, he wanted to push him past his fear, he wanted to make it, and Astarion was there to remind him.

“I know you can do it, my love” He murmured with a familiar yet unknown tenderness trying to hush the voices, as his hand slowed down to give Lynn time to breathe and back out, only to earn a whine Lynn again, begging Astarion to keep going to ignore his plea, to ease the ache as he buckled his hips and twitched. It was so much, almost too much for his touch starved body, his senses on full alert as every inch of his body was taut like a violin string. Astarion. It was Astarion that was stroking him, having him bliss, holding him as he could barely control his fingers from grasping at the fabric he was laying on as he arched his back, thrusting in the palm despite his fear catching up too him. He just had to outrun his nightmares as he tried his best to keep his eyes open, focused on Astarion to ground.

Astarion.

It was Astarion.

“You are doing so good already, my love” He praised and praised as Lynn tried to focus on the sweetness of his words, on the build up in his stomach as he choked a moan and blushed, as he chased the feeling desperately while Astarion’s honeyed words echoed in his head. “I want you to come darling” He invited the changeling. “I want you to come for me” He purred just before the twitches turned in long squirts of his cum, heavily coating his fingers, while the vampire lapped at the blood still flowing from the wounds, letting out lewd moans of his own.

Lynn trembled in Astarion's arms, still being run over the orgasm as he softened in the vampire's grasp, spent like he had never been before, and shocked. “You did so well” Astarion whispered as he fixed a stand of Lynn's hair behind his ear and finally closed the distance between them with a kiss. One unexpected thing after the other. Lynn gasped in surprise as their lips first pressed together, slowly coming to a dance together. The taste of his blood took over his senses as he gently turned to repay the kiss with the same slow burning ardor Astarion was pouring in,

Astarion didn't entirely know why he did it, he could have done anything, yet instead he felt the need to kiss him, to taste his lips, to slowly bite into them. Despite this sudden need- he didn't expect the goosebumps that ran through his skin as the changeling wrapped himself around Astarion protectively, the tumultuous feeling in his stomach slowly swallowed him, just as much as Lynn didn't expect to feel so dizzy and blissed post-orgasm. Lynn had expected to be alone, possibly- most likely- cutting off his jerking session with anxiety, and yet he was breathless for a totally different reason. Slowly the kiss turned in a soft and breathless waltzer of brushing lips, occasionally trying to reach forward to steal one more kiss as they felt insatiable.

“Starion?” Lynn softly breathed out as they laid there, foreheads pressed together as the elf replied only with a hum. Lynn hated to break the moment, but sleep was slowly catching up to him as well as the cum that was going to stick to his skin. “I initially planned to take a bath” he started as he cupped his cheek shortly. “Would you like to join?” He asked as he wished to steal him away for a while longer.

“Are you saying I'm smelling awful?” Astarion gasped playfully while bringing a hand to his chest dramatically.

o-o-o

If Lynn thought Astarion was stunning before, once he was undressed and soaking in the cold water, he was breathtaking. He had to fight the urge to stare at the way the moonlight reflected against his pallid skin or his fair hair, or the way the featherlight touch of the moon reflected against his crimson eyes. He had to resist the urge to speak his mind and let him know how he felt. “I love you” He wanted to scream yet he simply smiled and joined him in the water.

Lynn's mage hand carefully followed him carrying his bath soaps as he leaned against the trunk of a fallen tree.

“Come here and let me help you” The changeling invited him closer as he poured little of the contents of one of the bottles in his palm and gently sudsed his own hair, roughly running his fingers between the strands and the dried blood from the long day of fighting while he waited on Astarion’s answer.

Astarion didn't hesitate to come closer, as he sported his cocky smirk. “Help.. how, darling?” He asked sultry, causing Lynn to blush instantly at the implications as if he didn’t just get caught touching himself.

“With your hair” He smiled with his red cheeks in full display, yet uncaring to hide his softness. “Let me take care of you” 

Astarion was confused by his intentions, if he wanted to fuck he just had to say it, he had already made it clear at the tiefling party, and all the times he had explicitly mentioned wanting to have fun, and yet in the words of the changeling there was only tenderness. Astarion didn’t ponder though, accepting any crumb of whatever that was, albeit he kept his guard up.

Lynn poured more of the product and stepped closer to Astarion. He could feel his chest gently brushing with his back as his fingers got lost in the curls.

Astarion had to fight himself to keep that sigh under control as Lynn pressed his pads on his scalp with a tenderness he had never experienced. They massaged deeply as he could feel the warmth of his breath on his neck. Suddenly his cheeks were warm and the peaceful silence between them had to be filled one way or another, he thought.

“You know..” He stopped a moment to make sure he had Lynn's attention as he started rinsing his hair. “At the tiefling party I thought you didn't like me” Astarion giggled, trying his best to hide his weariness. He was curious to find out why he didn't show up, and then caught jerking off moaning his name, it had only been a couple of days at best.

“Me?” Lynn stared at him in disbelief, stopping for a moment on his track while his thoughts sped trying to catch up with him. 

“Uh, yeah” He turned, the drops of water falling from his curls to his pearly skin as their eyes met in the middle. “You didn't show up after everyone went to bed” He said as a matter of fact, as if that automatically meant he didn’t like him- far far from the truth.

“No I-” Lynn hesitated, wondering if it was the time to share something so delicate- or maybe it was better to wait, it was hard to think about it twice. “I panicked and ended up taking a walk alone,” He admitted. He couldn’t keep it for himself, despite the wound still hurt, Astarion had opened plenty to him about Cazador and his years as a spawn, it was the least Lynn could do, share about his own haunting past.

“You panicked?” Astarion batted his eyes as Lynn turned the other way, reaching for the soap. Despite the shock Astarion couldn't help but follow the movements of the changeling, the way his hands glided over his skin and the way his nails scraped the blood away before he threw him the soap bar. He almost forgot for a moment what they were doing until his vampire reflexes anticipated what he was too distracted to notice.

“Yup” He replied simply. “But anyways I like you so, rest assured” He said, still avoiding Astarion's eyes as his cheeks abandoned their pallor in favor of the pinkish hue of his blush at his clumsy admission. Astarion couldn't ignore the pang of guilt in his stomach, Lynn liked him, and Astarion had tried to manipulate him- more than once. He had lied, he had tried to kill him, he had tried to drink his blood. He had been several levels of awful to him, and guilt bit him when he least expected.

“I'm relieved, darling” He smiled as he was truly relieved on one side, he couldn't help but find solace in the fact that he didn't lose Lynn's favor, yet maybe there was something more he was not ready to see. He took a few paces closer to Lynn, their chests just inches away as he cupped Lynn's cheek and leaned forward, pressing their lips together.

It was an innocent kiss, Astarion swore to himself as he lingered closer, with his eyes closed as their noses brushed together. Just his act. Just his personal reminder that Lynn was not affecting him as he was being conditioned to think.

There was something about Lynn that Astarion couldn't resist, that made him desire- no, yearn for the closeness that Lynn offered him, as if once he had a taste of it, it became addicting. Why couldn’t he back away? Why did his fingers reach for the back of his head, twisting in the long strands of Lynn’s hair? Why did he lean forward again, letting go of the last fragment of sanity, and clinging to Lynn's lips? And why didn’t Lynn let go of him? Why did he hold him to his chest? Why did he kiss back as if there was something deeper within them?

Astarion sighed as he wrapped his legs around Lynn’s middle and rested his head on his shoulder while the other allowed the water to rock them peacefully, uncaring if the soap would smear all over the place. He was not yet ready to give up the corner of peace that they crawled in.

“Thank you, by the way.” Lynn broke the silence, already regretting doing so even though he knew he had to do it. He had to thank him, cause it had been a miracle of sorts, and despite the embarrassment, he owed him that- cause it would finally explain why he didn’t show up back at the party and his own guilt would finally be eased.

“Uh?” Astarion raised his head to meet the changeling’s eyes, surprised to find his cheeks rosy once more. He assumed it was for the closeness. 

“Earlier when you helped me, it was a long time since I was able to finish.” He lowered his head, embarrassed of opening up about the topic just as much as he was afraid and ashamed, although Astarion was truly the only one that could understand. “I don't think I could have done it alone”

Astarion was so close to connecting the dots. “Is that why you didn't show at the party?” He asked with a softer voice and earned a nod. Lynn's usual chattering was replaced by half nodded yeses and half explained sentences, as if he wanted Astarion to figure it out rather than saying it out loud, and he did, cause he could read it in his eyes. He recognized the kind of shame they carried, the meaning of that half explained thank you and his hesitation.

“Did someone hurt you?” Astarion asked as he cupped his cheek, his hand imperceptibly shaking as it traced the other's skin. He hated the question just as much as he hated the nod Lynn couldn't run from, while silence fell between the two. Lynn's eyes dropped to the water, focusing on the swarm of guppies swimming away while Astarion weighed the words he was going to use. How far was too far? He asked himself. “How long?” Astarion managed to ask, carefully. His desire to rip to pieces whoever hurt Lynn gently weighted between the unsaid words.

“For 4 years, I was imprisoned on a ship..” He started with faltering voice, his usual confidence truly lost with the fishes as he tried opening up, yet failed miserably. Words came out half eaten, stammered, hesitant. “They had me in chains, to be used and discarded” He shook his head. He had found out how long it passed only after he was able to be set free, the weight of time finally catching up, it had been merely a year since he had ran away, no more that six months since he regained the strength to speak, and barely an hour since he had let someone else touch him.

“For the whole four years?” Astarion gently tilted up his chin before catching a stray tear that reached his thumb down past the changeling's pale lips. Another silent nod was unavoidable as Astarion's guilt was gnawing deeper and deeper while anger bubbled up. Lynn shuddered, biting down the rest of the tears as they dropped the topic and slowly resumed their bath, in silence. That single tear and those broken words reverberated in the hollow silence as they bathed. It was only then that Astarion noticed the scars on the other’s skin, deep lashes, burn marks, old untreated wounds, the haunting scar that crossed his right eye.

He wanted to vomit, the guilt was far from leaving him, along with a distaste he had never felt before.

Minutes later, the two were close once again, as they shared the towel to dry themselves. Lynn’s eyes focused on the small bag he had carried, avoiding Astarion’s gaze until he couldn’t anymore. He reached down, pulling out his clean white button up and turning towards Astarion. “Your clothes are dirty from today, wear this” He offered the shirt to him. Astarion was amazed by his ability to hide behind words, not recognizing how often he did it as well. When things would get too emotional, he was ready to stir the conversation away, just how Lynn had done with his shirt in hand.

“How about you?” Astarion asked hesitantly, the shirt was still folded in his hands and handed out to him. At the question, Lynn decided to take the matter into his hands, quickly unfolding it and holding it for Astarion to wear.

“Looks better on you.” He mumbled as he motioned Astarion to slip his arms into it, allowing the cloth to drape his shoulders. Lynn was gentle even as he helped Astarion turn and gently buttoned the shirt up.

“Look at you…” Astarion said dramatically, letting go of the thoughts that were still clouding his brain, focusing on the man in front of him. “I didn't know you were good at flirting,” Astarion teased as he placed his hands on Lynn’s bare chest, this time ignoring the feeling in the pit of his stomach and trying to embrace his flirtatious self again. His palm grazed one of the scars, right where his heart was beating, he could feel it against his palm, still thrumming.

“Why? You liked it?” He asked as the faint remark of a smile made its way on the changeling’s lips.

“Perhaps”

“Good”

AN: TLDR: I still dont know what im saying but well, if its poorly written, i havent read it more than twice bc words didnt make so much sense, it was an excercise of brain matter for me to figure out how to write these emotions so i apologize if its messy.

i created Lynn during a breakdown, i was rawdogging my ptsd and when my friends told me "ive got a dnd campaign, wanna join?" i took it upon me to write the most gut wrenching bckstory, not too different from my own. I had spent days putting together what later on would be my most treasured creation, and my own way of dealing with years of repressed emotions and memory fog. It was 2020 when I wrote about him first. He had been the projection of my gender dysphoria, he had been the projection of my trauma on several layers, and he has been my tool for healing. Healing is different for everyone, but he helped me even though he doesn't exists for everyone but me. Why am i sharing this? I dont know, it's almost the anniversary of that breakdown and i just feel like its right to give a bit of the story behind so much sadness. (also because a lot of times in the ask i have had people pointing out how similar their stories are on several layers, babygirls (genderneutral) it's my trauma i wish it wasnt so close /lh)(and because i dont actually talk about my trauma, i have kept it a secret from my parents, friends, family, even my own boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, and only now i feel just a tinsy bit confident to touch topics, i just used to write a lot of DDDNE back then which should have been a red flag for all my irls but thats another topic) It was a coincidence that years later id come to find out Astarion and a joke of faith when the first run i did with an oc, ended up being lynn's. This to say idc how many people will read this, how many will hate it or love it, how many will tell me that maybe this is not the place to deal with it, idc. It's my pity party and i pick the trauma projection /j. now u know why i write a lot of hurt comfort

[synthetickitsune]

Hello can you do #25 with Sehun from prompt list

“Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?”

*narrator voice: the writer was too stunned too speak* - listen i rewrote this thing like three times, it's been in my drafts for months and i'm still not satisfied but in 2024, i'll accept that some things can't be helped lmao

Sehun (EXO) | “Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?” fluff | 0.9k words | gn!reader

The engine purrs, you hum and bob your head to the beat while he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. He keeps his eyes on the road, but he nods towards the cup of boba tea in the holder. You reach for the cup and lift it to his lips so he can take a long sip from the straw. You use the opportunity to drink from your own cup too. The second you put the cups back, there’s a hand squeezing your thigh appreciatively. You push back the feeling of something squeezing your heart too. You’re always doing that.

“You know, this just proves you didn’t need my help,” you scoff. His hand is warm, a comfortable added weight.

“I’m already driving you around. This is the least you can do,” Sehun dismisses you, ready to bicker with you every second of the day. He doesn’t mention he also paid for the drinks and neither do you.

His fingers are snug around the curves of your thigh. You dread the moment he’ll let go.

But being occupied by that, you don’t notice you’re spacing out and staring at him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he smirks, and you think - what the hell, why not. Whatever you say he’ll find a way to push your buttons anyway. So you take out your phone and turn on the camera, clicking a blurry picture while he stops at the red light.

He tries to snatch the phone from your hands but you’re quicker, and the light turns green. You put the device safely back into your pocket. He frowns.

“What? Are you going to sue me?” you huff but it’s not with a laugh as he expected. As you expected too. Instead you’re looking at your phone with a frown matching his and your chest feels tight.

Where’s this coming from? The feelings, unwanted, rush through you. You’d like to blame exhaustion, stress, whatever, but you can’t. Not right now. Not when you know, deep down, that the feelings spill out because you’ve been holding them back for too long. And then his stupid hand still on your thigh. He didn’t let go even if it meant he’d get your phone.

“y/n?” he calls your name. His voice sounds unsure and you don’t blame him. You’re quite surprised you snapped so suddenly too. You want to play it off as a joke or something, but you’re not sure you could pretend as well as you’d need to. You’re tired of pretending.

“Can we talk, Sehun?” you rub your eyes just so you don’t have to look at him, look at anything. Maybe not seeing will make you impossible to see as well. “What are we? What are we doing?”

Just then the car stops and there’s complete silence. Awkward silence. Your thigh feels cold. You open your eyes and let them adjust to light again. Not ready to face your best friend yet, you look out the window. You’re at the mall, you’re where you’re supposed to be. You swallow and risk a brief glance at Sehun. He doesn’t look at you but he licks his lips, he breathes out all the air in his lungs before inhaling deeply again. And then he brings the car back to life and starts driving.

“What are you doing? Sehun?” you panic, barely stopping yourself from grabbing onto his arm or leg. It’s not like he’ll run anywhere but that’s maybe worse. You watch him turn the steering wheel and get the car moving again, slowly navigating through the parking lot. 

“Sehun?” your voice drops into a quiet whisper that finally alerts him to look at you. His eyes widen when he sees how upset you look. He has a car to drive, though, other vehicles and people to avoid. He pays attention to what he’s doing while he clumsily cups your face with one hand and strokes your cheek. He smiles when he hears you sigh in relief.

“Give me some face, will you?” he laughs softly, “I’m not asking you out at a mall.”

You’re so happy he doesn’t sound mad that it takes a second for your body to tense and freeze in a spot. Ask you out? “W-What do you mean? Where are we going then?”

You feel like the world is passing by too fast but you know he’d never drive recklessly, not with you in the car too. 

“We are going to my place, so we can both change into something more appropriate before I take you to dinner,” he explains, coolly, like he had the whole thing planned out from the beginning - which you very much doubt by the nervous clenching of his hands around the steering wheel.

“Asking me out in the car isn’t much better than asking me out in the mall,” you laugh, shifting in your seat, trying to ease some nerves in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m not asking you out, I’m telling you you’re going,” he says and his voice waivers at the end, but you’re too busy trying to get your cheeks to cool down to notice, “And once we had the dinner and a nice evening, then I’ll ask you to go out with me.”

He looks shyer than he sounded when he looks at you, but then again it’s not like you’re not a mess too. His eyes flicker between the road and you and you see his adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly.

“That sounds nice,” your voice comes out smaller than you meant to, so you clear your throat, “I like it.”

He exhales in relief.

It’s no surprise to either of you when a similar scene plays out again much later in the evening.

[its-all-or-nothing94]

Racing Hearts - Part 4 // Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: The first encounter with being in the public eye - and you're not to happy about it. But also: FIRST DAY ON THE PADDOCK!

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: Pure Fluff and some snuggling

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: So, we are on our first day on the paddock :) AND I'M SO EXCITED THAT IT'S RACEWEEKEND AGAIN! (not only in my story)

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and any character portrayals are just how I wrote them - hence fictional! I don't know them, except my OCs.

Tagging: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softly-writes, @bellewintersroe, @faithm120601, @needtokeepfeelingsincheck, @bbygrllllllll

After your wonderful date, you woke up with a big smile plastered on your face, but just as the day before, Sofia came jumping into your room.

"Holy sweet cheeks, you are already famous!" she exclaimed, and you looked at her confused.

"What the hell are you talking about, Sof?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Sofia took out her phone and held it into your face. "About this, silly. They wrote about you. In the news !!"

You took Sofia's phone and stared at the tabloid.

Love Afloat: Charles Leclerc's Yacht Romance with Mystery Blonde - Is Isabella Rossi History? Monaco's beloved racer, Charles Leclerc, was seen sharing an intimate moment on his yacht with a stunning unknown blonde beauty. The pair seemed to be in a world of their own as they exchanged a passionate kiss under the Mediterranean sun. But what about his long-term relationship with glamorous model Isabella Rossi? Have the winds of change blown a new love into Charles's life? Our exclusive sources reveal that the young couple's romance has hit the rocks, with whispers of tension and heated arguments. Could this encounter with the mysterious blonde be a sign of moving on? We can't help but wonder - is Charles Leclerc ready to sail away from the past and embrace a new adventure with this enchanting stranger? Stay tuned as we keep you updated on all the juicy details!

You sat up straight in your bed, reading the article. "What the fuck! What is this?"

Sofia cocked an eyebrow. "This, my dear, is called being in the spotlight."

"What? I mean... why?" you asked, giving Sofia back her phone.

"Because you, sweetie, are dating Charles Leclerc. That's why." Sofia lay down on your bed, looking through the article again.

"We're not dating. We're just..."

"Snuggling?"

You took your pillow and threw it at Sofia, who looked at you shocked, but then you two started laughing.

"Just ignore it, okay? They write about everything they can get their hands on", Sofia assured you and you thought about it. You tried not to let this get to you.

The days passed, and Charles and you spent a lot of time together. He showed you all his favorite spots and places you would've never seen as a normal tourist.

As Monaco race week approached, Charles had to focus on the race more and more, and he had less time to spend with you. At that time, he sent you random cute texts to let you know that he was thinking of you.

You felt like you were in a dream, watching from the sidelines as Charles worked hard to prepare for the race. You knew how important this was to him, but it was hard not to feel a little left behind.

You didn't take it too personally, as you spent the days with Sofia and, to your surprise, also with Lorenzo, who was with them a lot since the encounter at Jimmy'z.

One morning Sofia and you went shopping to get new clothes for the race, as the brunette stated. And by shopping, Sofia meant raiding her father's store, among others.

When you approached Starbucks for a coffee, you almost collided with someone, and as you looked up, it was no other than Isabella. Charles's ex.

She looked you up and down, clearly remembering you. "Well, would you look at that? This is the new one I told you about", she said to her posse, and they giggled.

"This? You're telling me that Charles is dating this?" her friend said, and you and Sofia exchange a gaze.

"Yes, apparently. But don't worry. As soon as he realizes that that isn't good enough for him, he will come crawling right back to me", Isabella said, giving you a dirty look.

Sofia snorted, amused. "Wow, you really are as conceited as I thought you would be." She stood closer to Isabella, since she was almost as tall as Isabella. "Let me tell you one thing, starveling, just stay away from my girl here, and it would be best if you would from Charles, too. He is with her now, and he is as happy as he can be."

Isabella lost her face for a millisecond before she smirked at Sofia. "And what if I don't?"

Sofia snorted again. "If I see you near Y/N, I'll promise you, you won't recognize your face in a mirror for a long time."

Isabella and Sofia gave each other an eye duel before Isabella turned around and walked away with her posse.

"You know, you don't have to defend me, right? I'm more than capable of doing that myself."

Sofia chuckled. "I know, but little Miss My-Daddy-paid-for-my-modeling-career doesn't need to know that for now, does she?"

You and Sofia looked at each other and then laughed. "You're right."

As you and Sofia walked through the bustling paddock during Monaco Raceweek, your excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was electrifying, with the sounds of engines and the energy of the racing world surrounding them. The VIP and Ferrari pass that Charles had given them made you feel both special and a bit nervous, being amidst all the action.

As you turned a corner, they spotted Pierre chatting with some of the team members near the Scuderia Ferrari garage. He was wearing his Alpine Shirt. You exchanged a quick glance with Sofia, who offered a reassuring smile.

Pierre turned and noticed the two familiar faces approaching him. His eyes widened in surprise, and then a warm grin spread across his face. "Well, well, look who we have here!" he exclaimed, giving you and Sofia a playful wink.

You smiled back, relieved by Pierre's friendly greeting. "Hey, Pierre! It's great to see you again."

Sofia chimed in, "We're so excited to be at the Monaco Grand Prix. This whole experience is unbelievable."

Pierre gestured towards the garage, his excitement evident. "Welcome to the heart of Formula 1, ladies. It's the most prestigious race of the season, and it's going to be one hell of a weekend."

As they chatted, you noticed Charles making his way toward you, and your heart fluttered with excitement. He looked dashing in his Ferrari team attire, and your smile grew even wider. Charles gave Pierre a nod of acknowledgment before his gaze locked onto yours.

"Hey," Charles said warmly, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I see you've met Pierre again." He winked at his best friend, knowing well of your past playful banter.

You laughed, feeling more at ease with Pierre around. "Yes, and he's been showing us around the paddock. It's incredible!"

"Wait till you see the race," Charles said, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's going to be something else."

Pierre, ever the teasing friend, leaned in and grinned. "So, Charles, you didn't tell me you had such beautiful company joining us today."

Charles rolled his eyes but chuckled. "You know Y/N, and you know Sofia. They're here to enjoy the race."

Pierre raised his hands in mock defense. "I'm just saying, it's not every day we have two stunning ladies on the paddock."

Sofia laughed at the playful banter between the two friends while you blushed, feeling both flattered and a little bashful. You knew that Pierre was teasing, since you also knew that a lot of celebrities are attending the Formula 1 races, especially in Monaco.

As the day at the paddock drew to a close, it was time for you and Sofia to bid farewell to Pierre. You exchanged warm hugs and promises to catch up again soon. After Pierre left, Charles led them to the prestigious Ferrari motorhome, an exclusive area where the team members relaxed and strategized during the race weekend.

"Welcome to our humble abode," Charles said with a grin, gesturing toward the impressive motorhome.

You and Sofia stepped inside, your eyes widening in awe at the luxurious interior. Charles introduced you to some of the Ferrari team members, who greeted you warmly. Then, he led you to meet Carlos Sainz, his teammate.

"Hey, Carlos, these are some friends of mine, Y/N and Sofia," Charles said, smiling.

Carlos shook your hands with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you both. I see Charles wanted you to have the supreme package."

You chuckled. "Oh, he's certainly not shy about it."

Sofia laughed, playfully nudging you. "And she's not shy about teasing him either. It's great to meet you, Carlos."

Carlos and Sofia seemed to hit it off immediately, engaging in lively conversation about the race, their experiences, and their interests outside of Formula 1. You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed the ease with which they connected.

Charles looked on, amused by the interaction between his teammate and Sofia. "Looks like you two are getting along well," he remarked.

Carlos nodded, grinning. "Yeah, Sofia is fun to talk to. You've got good taste in friends, Charles."

"Hey, I know," Charles replied with a playful wink, looking at you.

As the evening progressed, you and Sofia enjoyed spending time with the Ferrari team, soaking in the atmosphere of camaraderie and excitement. You were treated to a delicious snack and even got to see the team strategizing and preparing for the upcoming race.

As it was getting later, Charles walked up to you while Sofia was once again talking to Carlos.

"So... What do you say? Want to come over tonight?" he asked, and you looked at him a little surprised.

Before you could answer something, Sofia ran up to her. "OMG, Y/N, Carlos asked me out to dinner. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, and you looked at her.

"Of course not! Have fun!", you said and pushed Sofia in Carlos's direction. The two were talking and then said their goodbyes.

"So, does that mean you have time?" Charles asked, and you smiled.

"Apparently, I do."

Charles smiled and walked out of the paddock with you, leading you to his car. You were photographed as you left the paddock, and you tried to lower your head as best as you could. Charles led you to his car, and then you drove to his apartment.

As you entered, Charles put his things down and looked at you. "So, what do you wanna do?"

You smiled and looked around in his living room, especially at the big TV. You grinned at Charles, and he understood.

"Movie night it is", he smiled. He walked over to his room. "Do you want something more comfortable to wear?" he asked you from the bedroom.

"Oh, that would be great", you answered, and he stood in the door with some short sweatpants and a shirt. You took them and smiled at him.

"You can change in there. I'll put on something more comfortable as well", he said, pointing at the clothes in his hands as he made his way to the bathroom.

You went into his bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes. You put her hair in a messy bun and decided to remove your makeup. Since you felt that comfortable with Charles, you didn't care.

As you stepped out of the bedroom again, Charles was already lighting some candles and his cozy living room, dimly lit by the soft glow of flickering candles strategically placed around the room. The evening sun has set, and the darkness outside is met with the warm ambiance inside.

Then you heard a popping coming from the kitchen when you smiled at Charles. "I see, you are prepared" you grinned, and he nodded.

"Hey, no movie without popcorn", he smiled, and then he realized that you were purely natural now, with no make-up and your hair in a messy bun. And he loved it.

He finished preparing the popcorn before hopping onto the couch and patting next to himself to invite you to sit with him. You smiled and sat down next to him as he spread a blanket over you.

"So, what movie should we watch?" Charles asked, looking at you with a playful grin.

Your face lit up with excitement, and you couldn't hide your enthusiasm for fantasy movies. "Oh, there are so many great ones to choose from! How about 'Lord of the Rings'? Or 'Harry Potter'? Or maybe 'The Chronicles of Narnia'?"

Charles chuckled, realizing that you had a vast selection of fantasy movies to choose from. "You really love your fantasy, don't you?" he teased.

You nodded eagerly, "Absolutely! I love the magical worlds and the epic adventures. It's like escaping to another realm."

Charles chuckled and looked at you with adoration, as you were already dipping into a different world. "Which one is your favorite?"

You looked at him, blushing. "Well, my all-time favorite is still Y/F/M, I guess", you said shyly, and he got up from the couch, and to your surprise, he put it in.

"Y/F/M it is", he said and sat back down.

You smiled warmly at him and then cuddled closer to him so that your bodies touched. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other so that when the movie was almost finished, Charles had his arm around your back, softly caressing the skin on your back, as your shirt slid up a little and you had your head on his chest and one leg over his, breathing in his scent.

As the movie night comes to an end, you and Charles find yourselves wrapped in each other's embrace, still feeling the excitement and emotions of the films you watched. The closeness you shared during the movie has intensified your feelings for each other, and the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with undeniable chemistry.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and you both feel the spark between you grow stronger. Your hands gently explore each other's bodies, and your hearts race with desire. However, amidst the passion, your voice breaks the moment.

"Charles," you whispers, your breath slightly uneven. "I... I'm not ready to take this step yet."

Charles stops immediately, understanding the importance of your words. He pulls back, looking into your eyes with genuine care and respect. "Y/N, I completely understand. We don't have to rush anything. I want to be with you, but only when you're ready."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You appreciated Charles's understanding and the fact that he respected your boundaries. "Thank you, Charles. I really care about you, and I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing things."

Charles caressed your cheek tenderly, "You won't ruin anything. I'm here for you, and I want to take things at your pace. We'll always communicate openly and honestly about what we're comfortable with."

You pushed yourself up a little and gave him another tender kiss. "You are just the perfect gentleman, aren't you?"

Charles chuckled. "What can I say? My Mom had some strong opinions when it came to her parenting."

You smiled. "And what about your dad?" You noticed an immediate shift in his demeanor, and your smile faded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep."

"You didn't", Charles said softly, smiling at you with a sad smile. "It's just that my Dad died a few years ago. He was really sick and well..." Charles sighed. "He is the reason I am what I am now."

You looked at Charles and caressed his chest, comforting him. "I'm sorry about your Dad, Charles."

"It's okay... Well, it was hard, but we managed." He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer. "What about your family? I never asked. How are they feeling about you, being gone for so long?"

You chuckled. "Well, I'm really close to my Mom. It was always us two against the world." You averted your gaze slightly and pressed your lips together. "My Dad... Well, let's just say he's gone for a long time."

Charles realized that you didn't want to talk about it further and accepted it. "So, do you wanna watch another one or head to bed?" he asked instead.

You looked at your phone for the time and then stood up slowly. You stretched out your hand to Charles to pull him to his feet. "Bed it is. You have a tough day tomorrow, Mr."

Charles laughed and stood up as well. You put out all the candles and the electronics before heading to bed. You snuggled up to Charles as he opened his arms warmly for you. You could hear his heartbeat and just felt comfortable.

As you lay in each other's arms, Charles took a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask the question that's been on his mind. He looked into your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and hope in his gaze.

"Y/N, I've been thinking a lot about us, about where this is going," he began softly. "And I know it's still early, but I can't help but wonder what you see for us in the future."

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you appreciated his willingness to discuss your relationship openly. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, wanting to be honest with him.

"I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice steady. "And I have to be honest with you, Charles. When we started this whole thing, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I wasn't prepared for the way I'm feeling about you now."

Charles nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "I felt the same way, to be honest. I never expected to fall for someone that quickly, especially with my career and everything that comes with it. But being with you has changed everything, Y/N. You've become such an important part of my life."

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth in your heart. "You're important to me too, Charles. That's why I'm worried about how all of this will work out. Your career is incredible, and I don't want to be the reason you miss out on anything."

He took her hand, gently intertwining your fingers. "Y/N, you're not holding me back. I want to be with you, no matter what. Yes, my career can be demanding, and there will be challenges, but I believe we can face them together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love in his gaze. "I want to be with you, too," you said softly. "But I'm just scared of how it might change things."

Charles nodded, understanding your fears. "It's natural to be scared, Y/N. But we don't have to figure it all out right now. Let's take it one step at a time, enjoy being together, and see where life takes us. And if at any point you feel overwhelmed or unsure, we'll talk about it, okay?"

Your heart swelled with love for this understanding man. "Okay," you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. "I'd like that."

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good, because I really care about you, Y/N. And I want to be there for you, no matter what."

You cuddled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

[keerysfreckles]

hi can you write a joe keery fic where they just recently got married and seeing joes family and reader being super cute with his baby nieces and nephews and joes super obsessed with it thankss

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER I'LL SOB

pairing: joe keery x f!reader (married)

warnings: JUST PURE FLUFF !!!!!! okay ONE sexual comment but thats it, use of y/n and she/her pronouns, random names used for relatives (besides parents)

a/n: in my joe keery era fr

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"why are you nervous babe? you saw them at the wedding?"

joe and y/n keery have been sitting in their small car parked in joe's parents' house for the past five minutes. y/n didn't know why she was nervous either, which explains why she didn't answer her husband's question.

joe grabs y/n's hand and rubs his thumb over hers. "i know it's gonna be a lot of my family. if you get overwhelmed at all, we can leave, okay?"

y/n nods, before leaning forward and placing a kiss on joe's cheek. "i love you," her voice is soft.

"i love you," joe responds, with nothing but adoration filling his eyes.

the couple make their way to the front door. joe knocks and not even a second later, the door opens revealing joe's mother, laura.

"oh you guys made it!" she exclaims, pulling her son into a hug. "hello y/n," she pulls y/n into a hug, making her relax slightly.

joe and y/n make it through the threshold of the house, and are instantly greeted by joe's older sister, maddie.

she envelopes both of them in hugs, and informs them all the nieces and nephews are in the living room. joe takes y/n's coat, and the food they brought from her. he kisses her temple before telling her he'd be in the kitchen.

y/n makes her way to the living room, and just as maddie said, five children were playing with toys or watching the cartoons on the tv.

"aunt y/n!" gracie yells, alerting the other four kids in the process.

gracie was maddie's oldest daughter, then rylan, and jack was their only boy.

joe's other sister hannah, has two boys, adam and tristan.

all of the children come running towards y/n, as she kneels on the floor to bring them all into one big group hug.

"hey kiddos! happy holidays," y/n smiles.

she ruffles jacks hair, before following all of them. she sits on the edge of the couch, watching all of their activies.

"what are you all up to?" y/n asks no one in particular.

"me and gracie are playing with our new dolls," rylan answers.

"we have another if you want to play!" gracie announces.

y/n objects, "oh no, i couldn't intrude on the tea party you two have going on."

y/n turns to the three boys on the other side of her.

"how have my favorite boys been?"

"good!" they all chorus, earning a laugh from y/n.

adam's quick to show her the new toys he got that morning, along with jack and tristan.

down the hallway and in the kitchen, laura and her husband, thomas, along with joe and his sisters were all adding the finishing touches to the christmas dinner.

"oh honey, can you call y/n and the kids in here for dinner?" laura asks. joe nods, before walkings towards the living room.

he peaks his head into the area. his heart melts at the sight in front of him.

y/n was sat on the floor besides the three boys, as tristan was explaining how his new trucks worked. she kept going back and forth between the boys and girls, as they were all excited about her being there.

joe jumps slightly at the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. laura looks over his shoulder at y/n and the kids.

"you picked a good one joe," she kisses his cheek before speaking again. "y/n, kids, dinner's ready."

the kids all immediately get up and run into the dining room. y/n kneels on the floor, and starts tidying the toys. joe walks over towards her. "y/n, you don't need to do that. those buggers are going to come right back and play with them after dinner."

"i don't mind joe," y/n dismisses.

joe holds his hand out, "come on, you heard my mom," he laughs while helping y/n stand, "dinner's ready."

y/n leans forward and kisses joe's lips softly. joe happily kisses back, without letting go of both of y/n's hands.

y/n tries pulling away but joe only pulls her into another kiss.

"ah ah ah," y/n places a hand on joe's chest and chuckles, "how about we skip dessert here, and you can have some when we get home?"

"oh i like that idea," joe kisses y/n's forehead, "i like that a lot actually."

[fionaswifeyy]

Help!

I don't think we read enough about these two, and I need it!

Do you think Sofia can really make Rafe sweeter?

of course she can!!! she does all the time!!!

also sorry for being innactive i was busyyyy

warnings none just fluff and sad!rafe but sweetheart!sofia <3

𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐 𖤐

Sofia's phone wouldn't stop buzzing while she was trying to sleep, so she picked it up and answered Rafe's call.

"Babe? What's happening? It's midnight, are you okay? You haven't answered my messages" Sofia asked quickly and from the other side all you could hear was grunts and trouble staying up under control "love, where are you?" she asks softly but still concerned.

"I'm at the Cut, at Barry's house," Rafe explained with a choked sob.

"What are you doing there? It's too late, sweetheart" "I know, but- um-uh, just- can I come to your house?" Rafe was having trouble trying to find the right words and letting them out "of course Rafe, I'm coming for you, please stay there, it's late and you're alone" "I know how to defend myself Sof" "'course you know" she said through her teeth trying to get his sneakers and jacket at the same time.

Leaving her house in a hurry with the car keys in her hand, heading to Barry's street, she met the figure of Rafe, head down and with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. It was a bit cold in this part of the island, the wind was coming from the south. Luckily Sofia always brings an extra blanket in her car for emergencies like these.

"Get in, sweetheart" Rafe got into the car and Sofia found Rafe's profile somewhat bruised and she was worried "Rafe, what happened to you?! Who did this to you?!" Sofia was starting to get desperate, putting a hand on his cheek and examining it, she had already asked too many questions, but Rafe didn't care, Sofia was his Achilles heel.

He just shrugged his shoulders and said "it was Ward, it doesn't matter now" Sofia didn't ask any more questions, she knew that if she continued maybe Rafe would lose his patience and they would end up fighting, it wasn't too common, Rafe was patient with Sofia and vice versa.

When they arrived at Sofia's house, she helped him took off his jacket. "Do you want to take a bath, love? You look very tired." "It would be great, but don't you mind if I stay the night?" "Does it bother you when I stay the night at your place?" Sofia finished off with another question and Rafe raised his eyebrows in surprise, he wasn't expecting that question " 'course no" "so neither am I, baby"

Sofia accompanied him to the bathroom and gave him some towels to dry off, he had already stayed over several times so she already had a change of clothes ready for him in her room.

"Stay... please" he asked with his voice a little broken, she knows that he doesn't like to be pressured, at some point he should tell her what happened and why he has those bruises on his face. "Okay," she said, "but first I want to disinfect those bumps, will you let me?" "yes baby".

Sofia looked for the first aid kit and sat on Rafe's lap, dipping the cotton in hydrogen peroxide and cleaning the wound, it had to be a serious situation for Rafe not to be manhandling her or touching her everywhere, tickling her, he was serious and she saw him a little sad. When she finished, Sofia removed the cotton and threw it in the trash. "There you go big boy." She left a peck on his lips and got up to warm the water in the shower so that it would be warm for when they came in.

Rafe got rid of his clothes and Sofia of hers, entering the shower and it was a matter of Sofia looking into his eyes with a sympathetic look so that Rafe broke down and told her everything "Ward doesn't want me to come home, we went to I left the coke money to Barry and he just hit me and told me not to come back, that he was disgusted by the person I had become, but- I- I want to change Sof, I want- I want to be a different person, I want stop treating everyone like shit and- and you know- I already gave up coke, I just- I just owed Barry money and-" Sofia just rushed towards him, hugging him since she didn't know how to calm him down, Rafe shook in his place but then he reacted and hugged his girlfriend tightly, letting her know that his pain was real and that he hated the fact of disappointing his father, even though Ward doesn't care how Rafe feels, that hurt him, that his Father wouldn't have thought about the damage he was doing to Rafe, and that bothered Sofia, it drove her crazy with rage.

"You are more than that, you are more than the cocaine and the money you owed Barry, you are more than what your father tells you, you are a good boyfriend, you're so cute and sweet to me, so patient, you always listen to me and try to advise me, you always spoil me no matter how much I tell you to stop" she lets out a small sad giggle "you are more than what everyone on this island says you are, because what matters is what you are when no one sees you, when you are with me and you are a giant teddy bear who only wants to be spoiled with cuddles in bed to watch movies, I love you Rafe Cameron, I love what you are with me and for me, I love the way you love me and protect me" Rafe was sobbing at this point on her shoulder as she said these sweet words in his ear.

They finished their bath and Sofia offered him the clothes. She put on fluffy pajamas and lay down on her side of the bed waiting for Rafe. He settled with his head on her chest and his arms around her waist. He loved this position because he could hear Sofia's heartbeat, and Sofia felt protected by her boyfriend's arms, they both felt at home "I love you Sofia, so much" he kissed her in the center of her chest, and let sleep take over.

The end of the world could happen outside and they wouldn't care because they have each other.

[qetalos]

Attention | lee heeseung

p: popular!heeseung x new student!fem oc reader g: fluff, he fell first, she fell harder. Heeseung is slightly flirty.

warnings: slight cursing, reader is called Haeun, long writing!

synopsis: Heeseung is known for his attractive looks and also because even if he's popular he always is kind with everyone who decides to approach him. When Haeun arrived to the school she didn't go unnoticed by Heeseung and that made him become interested on her, even if she wasn't interested on him at first. Will Heeseung get Haeun to notice him?

note: another part for the nwjns series! hope you like itttt 🫶🏻

한참을 쳐다봐, 가까이 다가가 you see (ey-yeah)

I was known for being attractive and nice but how could she not know me or notice me? I mean, maybe I was used to the attention from everyone in the school (even from my own teachers) but how could she not see me?

Last month a bunch of new students arrived to our school, between them there was a girl that seemed nice but she didn't talk much more apart from her own name. I felt slightly interested on her because she didn't look like those girls who'll go around trying to be part of a group already, she wasn't seen with anyone but remained nice to everyone. Some people who approached her told me that she was nice and that she didn't push anyone away so, how was it possible that I couldn't see her with anyone around?

I was determined on talking to her and getting to know her, and who says maybe I'll try to hit on her? Oh no, I'll leave that for later.

"Hey, Haeun right?" I asked as I sat down next to her before our chemistry class started "Yes, I'm Haeun. You are?" She asked me, I kept a gasp inside me thanks to her questions. I simply smiled and looked at her "I'm Heeseung, nice to meet you Haeun" I said and she smiled, I had extended my hand for her to shake and she did. "Do you mind if I sit next to you for our chemistry class?" I asked her "No, it's okay" she said smiling kindly. "Why did you do it tho?" Haeun asked me as she took out her things for our lesson "Sit down next to you?" She nodded "Well, I wanted to know you and maybe become friends?" I said, not everything was a lie, I did want to become her friend... And, okay! Maybe try to know her better to go further? Ah I should really focus... "Oh, thank you for trying" she said smiling again, I really hope this works "No problem" I shot another smile in her direction before paying attention to our class.

널 우연히 마주친 척할래 못 본 척 지��갈래 You're so fine (ey). Gotta, gotta get to know ya

I tried to be with Haeun as much as I could, at lunch, in class even tried to invite her to my friends group! Was I going too fast? I really want her to take a look at me and try to approach me first too! Even if she didn't, I wasn't going to give up.

"Do you have any plans for today after school?" "Mhm... I'll just study" Haeun said and shrugged slightly as we walked through the school hallways. "Oh well, let's study together" I said and she looked at me questioningly "Why are you doing all of this?" "What do you mean?" "Everything, trying to be with me, spending time together at school, having lunch together and sitting next to me in class" she said and I sighed softly "Does it annoy you?" "No, why?" "Then just let me be, I'm trying to be friends with you Haeun" I said, I didn't where those came from but I said them "Okay" the girl said, chuckling softly. I wanted more, I wanted more of the sound of her chuckle. Was it weird to like the sound of her chuckle? Damn.

"Where do you wanna go to study?" I asked her as we walked out from the school building "I know a café nearby, I go there frequently and it's really cozy so it's a good place to study" Haeun said and I nodded "okay there it is, you lead the way?" I asked smiling playfully and Haeun chuckled while nodding softly "Yeah"

"And what's your favorite color?" I asked her, leaning my face on my hand "We came here to study and you're asking my favorite color?" Haeun scoffed before smiling softly "it's light green" she said before moving her gaze to the books beside her, picking a highlighter pen to underline something on one of the books. "Aren't you going to ask me what my favorite color is? Mhm~ how bad..." I said smiling softly as I looked in her direction, Haeun rolled her eyes playfully before looking at me "okay, what's your favorite color?" I chuckled "Blue" I said and she nodded before going back to her books again "Won't you study? That's why we came here" Haeun said without looking up from her notes "Maybe... I'm a bit lazy, honestly" I said and laughed at my own words, Haeun shook her head while smiling softly as she continued to read something on her study guide. After a while I decided to take out my own books and try to study for at least 15 minutes, which I knew I would only focus 5 minutes. I wasn't someone who was good with studying so it was hard to focus, and even more with the girl I was starting to like sitting down in front of me. We wrapped up our study session after 30 minutes, when we went out from the café I looked over to Haeun "Do you want me to walk you home? It's pretty late.." I said and she denied kindly "No, thank you. I'll go back by myself, you can walk me home the next time" she said and my eyes went wide "So there's going to be a next time?" I asked smiling playfully and she chuckled while looking around "Maybe?" Haeun said in a playful tone too "We'll see if there's going to be a next time. See you tomorrow Heeseung" she said and I nodded, my smile not going away from my lips "See you tomorrow Haeun" I said before walking away, waving at her as I walked away. Today was a good day for sure.

Hey 다 들켰었나 널 보면 하트가 튀어나와

In these last weeks I realized that I did like Haeun. I mean, if since the first day she arrived I've been trying to make her notice me, didn't that mean that I have developed some feelings for her already? Well, now I'm sure of it and yes, I like her. I've also noticed the way my heart goes wild whenever I'm close to her, or when she passes near me when we're going out from our class and to the hallways for our breaks.

"Hi" I said and sat next to her as we were in the cafeteria for lunch "Hi Heeseung" Haeun replied simply "How have you been?" I asked and she smiled slightly as she took out her lunch "Good, and you?" She replied and looked at me "I'm all good, did you bring something tasty for lunch?" I asked and heard her chuckle "You've come here with a lot of questions... And yes, I brought some tasty food" Haeun replied and I swore I could feel my heart jumping crazily inside my chest, in an attempt of acting normal I swallowed and tried to play it cool "that's cool" I said and noticed that Haeun had turned to look at me questioningly "Is everything alright?" She asked, looking at me quite weirdly too "Yeah.. yeah everything's alright" I said and looked away, looking down at my food to avoid her piercing gaze. I saw Haeun shrugging slightly from the back of my eye and sighed softly, starting to eat my lunch.

The end of the day had come after some severe hours of studying. I made my way out of the classroom and to my locker, I didn't feel Haeun's presence until she called out my name and tapped my shoulder. Turning around I looked at her, confused. "What?" "I was asking you if you had any plans after school" she said and I swore (again) that my heart could explode any moment soon. Was Haeun, Park Haeun, asking me if I had any plans after school?! Was she?! Oh my- I would have started to jump and scream if it wasn't for her being there in front of me. Trying to play it cool, again, I shook my head gently "Not really, uh I was planning on going to play some basketball" I said and Haeun nodded "Well, I have the afternoon free so I can go with you and maybe we can spend some time there. Also so that you don't miss your time playing basketball..." She said and I nodded quickly "Yes, that sounds perfect for me" I said and Haeun chuckled as she turned around and looked at me "Let's go?" She asked smiling and I nodded again "Let's go".

"Won't you get bored while seeing me run around and throwing a ball inside a hoop?" I asked Haeun as we made our way to the basketball court in one of the parks near the school, thankfully the court was empty and it could be just us. "Nah, I'll be good. If I do get bored then I'll just get up and walk away" she said and I laughed, she shook her head and sat down on the floor next to the court "Are you okay there?" I asked as I saw her sitting down on the floor "Yeah, no worries" the girl said and I nodded. I started to play for a while and never saw Haeun moving her gaze away from me, maybe it was greedy for me to say it but it was true.

"Ah goddamn, Minji was right. Heeseung is so damn fine"

가끔은 정말 헷갈리지만 분명한 건 Got me looking for attention

Haeun had started to act differently around me after she had seen me play in the basketball court last week. She seemed more flustered? Shy? I don't know what it was but she was acting different. I wanted to ask her about it but I couldn't bring myself to do it yet, maybe something happened? I need to try to ask her what's going on, maybe that can help her open more with me! We can get closer if I show more interest on her? Yes! I'll try to ask her what is happening.

Another thing I could notice on Haeun's behavior was that I saw her more around me, she'd stick around more frequently and would come to me first and ask me about my classes. At the moment I'm living a dream whenever she does that because it feels so nice. It feels so nice to have her attention finally, I've wanted that ever since I put my eye on her and when I noticed that she had started to see me more made me realize that maybe my plan worked. It wasn't a plan either, I just wanted to get closer to her. And to be honest, she's one of the nicest people I've met. It can be because I like her, but she's really nice! Should I confess my feelings? Or is it too soon?

"Haeun?" "Mhm?" She looked at me after I had called her "Can I tell you something?" I asked her and she nodded. We were at the Han river as I had invited her here to hang out for a while after school. I was walking with Haeun next to me and I stopped to tell her what I was hiding for some months already. "You know, ever since you came to school... You've caught my attention, and since then I've been wanting you to notice me..." I said, smiling like a fool as I avoided her gaze "And I've come to the conclusion that I like you. I like you Park Haeun" I said more confidently and finally looked into her eyes, I couldn't read them. I couldn't tell what her eyes were saying. They were empty to me until she got closer and embraced me "I like you too, Heeseung" she mumbled and I wrapped my arms around her. When we separated I still had one of my arms around her, slowly leaning closer I finally closed the gap between our lips and connected them into a soft but full of emotions kiss. I poured all of my feelings into that kiss, she brought her hand up to my cheek and I hugged her closer to me. Due to the lack of air, we parted away but she made sure of keep our foreheads together even after the kiss. I smiled like a fool and heard Haeun chuckle, my favorite sound. I felt as if I had won in life after knowing that she reciprocated my feelings, even as much as I did. "I love you, or is it too soon?" I said and chuckled, a tinge of nervousness in my voice soon shut up by Haeun's words "No, I think I already love you too" she said and chuckled before hugging me again. After that evening, I was sure that I had caught her attention like she did with me at first. This was the beginning of something that could last years, or at least that I wanted to last years.

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[adelha-mathilde]

Words of Love (Trigun Modern AU) fanfic

content: Vash and Wolfwood have a moment to reflect on the past as their room mate listens in. With them assuring each other they are stuck together for life. Established relationships, casual talk, serious relationship talk, affection and fluff. One kiss and a couple hugs.

Adelha watched from the kitchen as Vash walked up behind Wolfwood. The gruff bear of a man currently grousing at his phone to then toss it onto the recliner. But then Vash wrapped his arm around Wolfwood to nuzzle his face into that messy black hair. Making Wolfwood huff before he reached up to pat Vash on the face. "Yeah yeah. Hi to you, too." But then Vash leaned back for their eyes to meet as the moment got quiet with expectation. Which Adelha took note of to gaze at her two room mates. Vash looking at Wolfwood with so much love. His words full of so many emotions. "Whenever you need me. I'm right here. Even if you try to maul me to death or shoot me full of holes. I love you, Nick."

Wolfwood blinked to look so vulnerable and shocked. Then Vash leaned down to place a chaste kiss to Wolfwood's lips. One that was quick but full of meaning. Leaving Wolfwood open as the broad man eased out of his tension to look wistful yet happy. "I know. Hell. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't... Meddled with my whole life to all but rip me out of my shit past and into something else. Love you right back, you absolute pain in my ass." Vash chuckled to then frown. His eyes holding conflict as he asked, "Do you regret that we didn't work out? That us as lovers wasn't possible?" Wolfwood thought on that to then shrug a shoulder as he spoke up. "Yes and no. We tried to make it work. Being stupid horny dumbasses didn't help. But I know you tried. So I gave it my all. But I think it just means that the feelings we have just don't fit that kind of dynamic."

Vash thought about that to then sniffle. His eyes containing tears that trekked down his face for Wolfwood to reach both hands up and wipe those tears away. A smile there on Wolfwood's face for him to speak further. "Hey, you dork. Nothing to cry over. We lived and loved and learned to still be here. That is what matters, Vash. Don't let the what if's eat at you. You got enough scars on that soft ticker already. Just make sure your heart goes to someone we both know will love you unconditionally. I intend to do the same. So ease up."

The blonde nodded to stand up straight and head to the kitchen to grab a tissue. Which ended up in Vash jumping with a yelp when he finally noticed Adelha standing there. Her gaze gentle and warm for her to step forwards and dab at his face with her handkerchief. Her words full of sweet affection. "Oh my. Vash. You didn't stub your toe on the coffee table again, did you? Honey. It's okay. Just focus on breathing and I'll get you cleaned up." Wolfwood tensed on the couch when he heard Adelha speak up to then catch the easy out she offered. "He didn't stub his toes on that evil piece of sadistic wood you call a coffee table. We just had a delicate talk about the past." Adelha saw to Vash's tears to then have him sit at the kitchen bar counter. Her words gentle as she fetches the tea kettle. "So I don't have to worry over you tossing that evil thing out my back door. At least not yet. Nicholas. We all know I heard everything. So I will agree to your request about how to move forwards. Just be aware. Either one of you bring home someone I deem as unworthy of your priceless hearts, I will toss them out the door and lecture both of you about making good choices. Understood?"

Vash felt himself relax to smile at Adelha as she got to making tea. While Wolfwood gave a barked laugh from where he was still lounging on the couch. The broad man rubbing a hand to his face as he snickered. "Right. Your warning has been duly noted and filed, Delly. Hence why your cousin Verne didn't bring us back here that one night she took me clubbing?" Adelha gave a huff to soon toss a soft chew toy that had been left on the kitchen counter for it to go flying. Bouncing right off of Wolfwood's head for him to yelp in surprise as he automatically caught the projectile. His laugh soon sounding out as Adelha fumes over this information. "So that why you never came home that night! Nicholas D. Wolfwood! Unless you plan on getting scorched by a wild woman who can drink anyone under the table, do not tempt fate!"

Vash gave a sigh as he noted out loud, "Oh he knows. Since Verne already invited him to travel around Germany with her on that gorgeous motorcycle she has." Adelha thinks on that to heave a long sigh of air. "That would mean you would be gone for three months at minimum. As well as you getting a passport and a duffel bag to hold some clothes. So then. Are we getting those for you?" Wolfwood chuckled to get up and walk to the kitchen. His arm going around Adelha to give her a squeeze before he answers. "Not yet. I still think I should take the green haired vixen to an actual date activity before that. Like a trip to the amusement park or a boat ride including a meal." Adelha hums at this to then turn and place a kiss to Wolfwood's cheek. Which had him smile as she told them both with absolute love, "I still intend to keep you. Both of you. I refuse to give up my most priceless treasures for any reason. So you are stuck with me in your life no matter what comes next." Wolfwood sighed as Vash openly snickered to say with pure happiness, "Okay. As long as we get to keep you."

[steinfellds]

Play For One Stream

Pairing: Streamer!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda tries to teach you how to play Stardew Valley for the first time on stream.

1K Words

/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /

You were sitting in Wanda's lap. Your back to her front with your feet crisscrossed and propped up on her desk. Wanda had one of her arms wrapped your stomach while the other hand was on her mouse, setting her stream up.

"Why do they even want to watch me play? I suck." You asked curiously, dusting a bit of fluff off Wanda's pants.

"That's the point, Y/n." She laughed, whining when you hit her with a scoff.

"I better get some money out of this stream then. I'm being the main source of entertainment."

Wanda smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous, detka." You already got half of Wanda and Natasha's money from streaming because of your shared bank account with them.

You laughed, giving Wanda a quick kiss on her cheek, "Thanks, love,"

10 minutes later, Wanda started her stream. Immediately her fans began pouring in, and to be exact, over 699 people had joined in the first 5 minutes.

You sat shyly on her lap with now both of Wanda's arms wrapped around you. She had her head leaning on your shoulder so she could read her chat.

PenutButter19281: Damn, is the pretty girl on your lap single? What's her Insta.

You watched the way Wanda's facial features turned into a slight scowl. Wanda's hands quickly left your waist as she type out the ban command and banned PenutButter19281.

You suppressed a smile. You and Natasha would definitely tease her about how possessive she was over you later.

CaptainMarvel: Wands, reply to my fucking dm.

Wanda and Carol had been friends for 2 years now. They met at a comic con and clicked instantly. Carol streams as well but she's less consistent with her streams than Wanda.

Wanda laughed when she read Carol's message out loud. She had purposely been ignoring Carol, only reacting to her messages with the shit emoji. She loved riling Carol up for her own entertainment.

"Buy me that gun skin and I will."

CaptainMarvel: Fuck you, bitch.

Wanda grinned, blowing a kiss towards her camera.

She and Carol bought each other gun skins all the time. Half the time, they would log onto each other's account and just buy a skin without even asking for permission.

2 minutes after Carol's message, Wanda got an email saying the skin had been bought. Yet, she still didn't respond to Carol's message and instead started to start the stream fully.

"Okay, chat, so you've all been begging for Y/n to stream with me and I've finally decided that I'll have her play Stardew Valley." The Stardew Valley's menu screen popped on the screen. You thought the menu screen was cute.

Wanda clicked on load game and loaded up your world. She had already created your avatar prior to stream setting up. She knew you would take way too long with how indecisive you were. She thought it would be cute to make your avatar look like you so she did.

You kept looking over at Wanda's chat, you were curious on what they were saying.

BunnyCarrots: omg i love this game ur gonna have so much fun y/n!

Username8274: What's the bet Y/n is going to surprise Wanda with how good she is at video games.

RainbowSheep: Nah whats the bet y/n wont even know what keys to use to move

That last message wasn't entirely wrong.

You jumped slightly when Wanda grabbed your fingers, placing them on the right keys. She briefly explained how to play the game.

"So I can marry a woman in this game?" You asked excitedly, using your axe to chop down trees around your house.

Wanda laughed, "Is that the only thing you took out of my tutorial?"

Wanda's chat blew up with 'LMAO' and 'HAHAHA'.

"I'm gay, what do you expect?"

Wanda pouted and made fake tears pool in her eyes, "You would cheat on Natasha and me with pixels?" She made her voice sound broken and soft.

You smiled and kissed her nose softly.

"Obviously."

Wanda's mouth fell open in shock, she didn't expect that answer from you.

"Bitch." She muttered softly, jabbing her fingers into your stomach causing you to let out a high-pitched squeal.

After you planted all your seeds and watered them, you walked into the town.

Wanda took her time showing you all the villagers and explaining which ones you could marry. The villager, Haley, caught your attention immediately.

"I wanna marry Haley." You decided, running around her in circles.

Wanda raised a brow, "But she's mean."

You shrugged with a grin, "It's okay, being mean is hot sometimes."

Wanda shook her head with a laugh, "Sure, sweetheart."

You were seconds away from sleeping for the night and getting your first save but Wanda's PC switched off abruptly, making you lose the progress you had just made. The apartment lights turned off as well, leaving you and Wanda in a pitch-dark room.

"What happened?" You asked, slightly worried this was somehow your fault.

"No idea, baby." You felt Wanda shrug "Nat?!"

"There's a storm coming that knocked the power out!" Natasha called from the living room.

Both of you made a sound of understanding.

Wanda smacked your thighs lightly, "Get up, let's go watch a movie with Nat on her computer."

You stood up and let out a loud groan, "How can you guys play video games for this long without getting sore?" You asked, stretching your limbs out.

"Skill."

Wanda sprinted into the living room and jumped on top of Natasha. Wanda let out a demonic giggle when Natasha started to whine about how she lost the peaceful mood she was in.

You calmly sat down next to Natasha and rested your head on her shoulder.

Natasha grabbed onto your hips and dragged you onto her lap. She kissed your forehead with a smile. You loved whenever you got forehead kisses from her.

"Good stream?"

You wrapped your arms around her neck and buried your head into her shoulder, "Yeah, next time you should let me stream with the both of you.."

"We definitely should."

You grinned in excitement. Streaming with Wanda was fun but with both of your girls,' it would be even more fun and chaotic.

[boobabietch]

Steve Harrington you are a hero | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: Figure skater!reader, mentions of toxic household, verbal abuse, slight mention of minor injuries, hurt/comfort, slight angst, mentions of shitty parenting, fluff, and i think that’s it (if i skipped something please tell me)

A/N: Well hello there! This is my first time writing for Steve Harrington so I hope this doesn’t suck. English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 1.1k

You met Steve when you were 8. It was a nice day in Hawkins and you were training for your next competition in the ice rink when suddenly out of nowhere a boy smashed your side while you were spinning, causing you and the boy to fall loudly in the cold and hard ice. That day ended with a trip to the ER, stitches in your forehead and a boy with a broken arm.

You might think that since that day you would despise the guy for giving you a scar on your face and ruining your perfect biellmann spin, but his puppy eyes and constant apologies while you waited for the doctor to see you made the big frown on your face turn into a little smile.

“What’s your name? I mean you gave me the nastiest cut on my forehead I might as well know your name to tell my friends who was the dumb boy who caused it” You asked trying to sound mad to scare him a little more.

“Steve, my name is Steve Harrington, and again I'm truly sorry for everything” He really sounded ashamed.

“It’s fine Steve Harrington at least I wasn’t the one with the broken arm” Since that day Steve and you became friends, he went to all your skating competitions apologizing every time he saw you skating.

He was your best friend. He knew you better than he knew himself. Not only that, but he was always there for you like when your cat died, your parents divorce, when you didn’t land any of your jumps in a competition, he was there. You knew you could trust him with everything, but he always put a wall between you guys when you tried to talk to him about his own problems. That was until one day.

You were in your room doing a bit of flexibility to warm up, the soft hum of the current Cyndi Lauper song and the rain crashing on your rooftop were the only sounds in your bedroom when a knock on your window made you stand up from the floor. Getting closer to it, the cause of the noise was revealed: a depressed looking Steve Harrington, soaked from head to toe.

“Now what the fuck are you doing out there, Steve, it's pouring!” You said helping the boy into your bedroom. “I’ll find you some clothes while you get in the shower, or you are going to catch a very bad cold, sir!” He looked at you while you spoke, a glimpse of adoration in his eye. Ever since he met you, you turned into his safe place. Even if he didn’t like to talk about the shit that happened at his home, your mere presence was enough to calm his nerves and forget about the shitty family he had.

That night he didn’t remember what was the particular reason of why his father was so angry at him but again that wasn’t weird at all, it’s not like it never happened before, it was not the first time and definitely not the last time, but then he said the words, he had never yelled something like that before. The words his father said were engraved in Steve’s mind while he walked to your home. “If I knew you were going to be such a failure, maybe you shouldn’t have been born” Steve didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if his father really meant it, but you know what? Maybe he did mean it. The thing that hurt Steve the most is that whatever was the reason of why his dad said such a thing, he knew that his parents will do anything to make him feel like a fucking piece of trash every chance they had. He hated them.

When Steve came out of your bathroom with an old hoodie he had left in your house a few months ago and a pair of pajama pants that belonged to your father you noticed his puffy red eyes and how destroyed he looked.

“Hey pretty boy what happened?” You asked, trying not to sound so scared. You knew that he wasn’t the happiest man on Earth but it was the first time that he actually showed how bad he was emotionally. “Hey no, what happened Steve, come here” You said and you opened your arms taking a seat in the bed. He practically ran to your embrace and started crying his eyes out.

You felt your heart shatter in little pieces at the sound of every sob the boy let out. “I’m a failure. He said it. He hates me and I’m a failure” He let out between sobs. You carefully caressed his back while he held you tightly afraid of letting you go. Then he began to explain what happened with his dad and everything he said. Your blood started boiling at the words Steve was letting out of his mouth. 

“That is such bullshit!” You practically yelled “Steve you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met! You are brave and kind and you have saved the world several fucking times. Steve, maybe you are not academically super gifted but you are smart, you know how to solve problems and save the day, you know how to be a leader and lead your team to victory. You are basically a hero. Steve Harrington, you are a hero.” You stopped to take a breath.

“Steve you are important, you are useful, and that son of a bitch you have for a father can go fuck himself so freaking hard and-” Your rambling was stoped by Steve kissing you softly. You completely forgot what the hell you were saying and your thoughts stopped.

The kiss was soft and passionate, it was like slaying that routine you’ve been having trouble in, it was like winning first place, it was like doing a fucking triple axel for the first time in history and somehow land it succesfully. It felt like a million of unsaid love confessions finally clicking in your head.

You felt dizzy when you two pulled out of the kiss. 

“I love you” Steve said looking at you like in front of him was that home he was looking for since he was little.

“I love you too Harrington, and I meant it, maybe you gave me a horrible scar in my forehead but-” “And again I’m really sorry about that” 

“You are all the things your father wish he could be, you are the most amazing human being I’ve had the pleasure to meet” 

The day Steve bumped into you, you were in horrible physical pain for the fall, but you couldn’t be more grateful for that because that day you found the person you loved the most in the whole world.

If you are not a skater and you don’t have a fucking idea of what I was talking about:

Example of a biellmann spin

Example of a triple axel

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[jerzwriter]

New Things: Traditions, Hopes & Fears

Book:                   Wake the Dead

Pairing:                Eli Sipes x F!MC (Zoe Rivera)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff with a side of angst

Summary:           A fall festival is being held for the children of Olympus.  The joyous day awakens memories, feelings, hopes, and fears for Zoe & Eli.

Words:                 1800

A/N:                     This was my first WTD ask, so I hope I did it justice.  The ask was for: "carving pumpkins together and Person A has to doctor Person B who cut themselves." Since I don’t know if Halloween would be celebrated in their world, I decided to make it a fall/autumn festival with traditions we associate with Halloween. I took a segment of Troy and Angel costuming the children out for brevity’s sake, and now I’m thinking that should be a stand-alone. Lol

Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge – It could fall into Flufftober – blushing, holding hands, as well as Falltober pumpkin and festival – should I let Dani pick? 😊

Also participating in @choicesficwriterscreations Naughty & Nice – Festival

Again, I’m tagging my Perma list – If you don’t wish to be tagged in Wake the Dead fics, please let me know and I’ll create an OH list.   CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS.

Zoe was attempting something unusual today… she was going to sleep in. But it didn’t take long before she was reminded why she never did… someone or something inevitably woke her. It wasn’t easy being the leader of a new colony. But today’s “offenders” were rather unique and far too precious for her to be cross with. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she made her way to the window, welcoming the bright sunshine that filled her room as she pushed the curtains to the side. Now, she could take a better listen.

“And then… and then…,” an excited little boy panted. “I heard we’re going to have cupcakes!”

“What are cupcakes?” another child asked.

“I don’t know,” May replied, “but Troy found a recipe in a book about the old world, so you know they’re going to be good.”

Zoe covered her mouth and giggled. May was right. She had the delicious confection in the past, and the kids were in for a real treat. She slipped into her clothes with a hopeful heart. Today’s autumn festival was part of her plan to bring more normalcy to the children of Olympus. Something to look forward to and a way to foster new traditions for all. If those excited little voices were any indication, the day was off to a good start.

The others were already at the field where the afternoon activities were taking place, and she headed there to see how she could help.

“You can put them on the picnic tables,” Shannon said, motioning to a pile of pumpkins. “The kids should be here any moment now.”

“Already!” Zoe gasped. “How late did I sleep?”

“Not late enough,” a gruff voice bellowed. “You aren’t getting enough rest.”

She turned to Eli with a sweet smile. Lately, worrying about her seemed to be his favorite pastime, and she was determined to end it.

“I’m fine,” she insisted, “but since you’re here, why don’t you help me with the pumpkins?”

The dramatic roll of his eyes wasn’t lost on her, and she shrugged in response.

“What? Don’t want my company?”

“You know that’s not it,” he quipped.

“Then what is it? I thought you liked the idea of the festival?”

“I do. I just don’t see the point of this,” he said, tossing a giant pumpkin her way.

“Eli, we’ve discussed this. The seeds will be removed in advance, so we’re still making good use of the pumpkins. And our food supply is stacked full, and we can afford to spare them.”

“Mmhh,” he grumbled. 

“Don’t you think bringing the children happiness and starting a new tradition for everyone trying to settle into their new home is worth it?”

“Perhaps,” he acquiesced. 

After placing the last pumpkins on the table, Eli sat down and stared into the distance. Most would have thought Eli was just being Eli, but Zoe knew better, and something was amiss. Claiming the spot at his side, she tapped his shoulder softly.

“Did you do things like this as a child?” she asked.

“Sure, before the world turned upside down. My dad used to get the biggest pumpkin he could find. My brother was so little then he couldn’t do the carving. So we’d draw our designs on each side. Then my dad would carve David’s design and help me carve mine.”

Zoe brushed her hand along his forearm when she saw the wistful smile on his face. Turning to her, that smile brightened just a bit. Lowering his eyes, he gently caressed her knee, but quickly retreated before continuing.  

“My mom always worried about the candles we put inside. But my dad insisted we’d be fine if we stayed in the room while they were lit. And they looked so beautiful that, in the end, she didn't care.”

“That sounds lovely,” she whispered. “What beautiful memories to have.”

“Yeah,” he smiled, a genuine grin. “But, after things went bad, we couldn’t risk wasting food, so… that tradition went away… along with so many others.”

Zoe placed her hand atop his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“So, it makes sense that you’re concerned about doing this. But you know we wouldn’t allow this if doing so would cause us any harm.”  

“I know,” he squeezed her hand back, “but old habits….”

“It takes time,” she smiled.

Zoe turned around as she heard commotion nearing. A dozen wayward, with May leading the charge, were heading their way.

“It looks like it’s showtime!” She laughed, “Are you ready to get carving?”

“Me?” he asked incredulously.

“No, the other person I’m talking to! Of course you!”

“I don’t know, I haven’t done this in two decades. I’m not sure if I remember how.”

“Well, fun wasn’t really a priority at The Tower. So my experience is zero, and I’m carving. So get your knife out and get ready to make magic, buster!”

“Zoe, I…”

“It wasn’t a request. You're quite skilled with a knife, Eli! I’ve seen that first hand.”

“Yeah, if I have to slice up a zombie, but not carving pumpkins!”

“Transferable skills!” she said with a  clap of her hands, “Now get moving!”

He stood up and glared down at her with a playful smirk on his face.

“You’re impossible. You know that?”

“Hmm,” she raised a teasing eyebrow, “do you prefer it when I’m easy?”

His cheeks tinged the slightest hue pink, and Zoe felt victorious. She made the Eli Sipes blush. A day to live in infamy.

“Again, you’re impossible.”

“Just get to work,” she winked.

The afternoon was filled with the delightful sounds of children’s laughter. Although, it wasn’t easy to tell who was having the most fun because the grownups were awfully happy, too. Zoe intended to sit back after each child was paired up with an adult, but May would not leave her side. So Zoe joined her and Feather in carving her pumpkin.

“This is a wonderful thing,” Feather spoke. “Teaching children the skills necessary to survive is essential, but they also need days to feel like children. To know they’re cared for and experience joy.”

Zoe nodded, “I’m just glad Olympus can provide that for them.”

“We can because you’re our leader. You understand its importance and make it happen. Why do you think May is so attached to you? The other children as well? They know they matter and are cared for, and that’s one of the greatest gifts we can give them.”

Placing her arm around the older man’s shoulder, Zoe held him close. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I want them to know they have a home. No matter what.”

“And they do,” Feather smiled. “You, and your friends, you see to that.”

A table away, Eli was silently watching the exchange. Paired with little Tommy rattling about the puppy design on his pumpkin, he struggled to stay present. He didn’t have contact with many people since the world stopped. Still, he knew how rare Zoe Rivera was. A skilled fighter who was fearless in battle, and a determined, loyal leader. Yet she had a heart so soft and kind, even a traumatized child safe at her side. She made people feel loved. And he was coming to understand that she made him want to live, not merely survive.  

May whispered something in her ear, and Zoe’s head flung back in delight. He wasn’t sure if it was the way the sun glistened off her hair or reflected the specs of gold in her eyes or if it was her unbridled joy, but he was certain he’d never seen her look more beautiful before. Beautiful… inside and out. He was doing his best to pay attention to Tommy, but then….

“OWWW!”

 “Eli!” Zoe rushed to his side in an instant. “What happened?”

“I cut my hand,” he grimaced, unsure the pain or embarrassment was hurting him more.

Shannon rushed and kneeled by Zoe’s side, “I have the first aid kit. Let me take a look at that….”

“No!” Zoe insisted, “I’ll do it.”

Tommy stood to the side, nonchalantly licking the icing off a cupcake as he watched. “I told you that you were doing it wrong,” the little boy scolded.

Eli shot a silencing look, then turned to Zoe anticipating her sarcastic reply, but it never came. Barely wincing, he watched as she tended to his wound. He had endured much worse, and right now, his biggest concern was the abject fear registered on Zoe’s face.

“Zo,” he whispered, gently lifting her chin to face him. “It’s just a little cut. I’m OK.”  

“It’s deep,” she sputtered. “And you’re bleeding! And it could become infected… if… if….”

“If we don’t take care of it,” he whispered. “But you are, and I’m fine.”

She looked up, her brow creased with worry, then returned to her task. He kept quiet, knowing it would be best to allow her to finish before saying any more. But as she wrapped the last piece of gauze around his wound, he demanded her attention again.

“Now, will you talk to me?”

Well aware of how much she overreacted, Zoe nervously diverted her eyes. 

“Oh, now, you’re Mr. Talkative?” she chuckled.

“I’m OK, Zoe,” he whispered.

“I know,” she muttered, biting her lower lip as tears formed in her eyes. “But last time, you weren’t, and I… I almost lost you… I couldn’t help you, and….”

“But you did help me. You risked your life to get the antidote, and I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t. And you helped me now,” he gently touched her knee with a hint of a smile. “I understand how scary this is, but I’m OK.”  

He watched her shoulders drop as the tension left her body, and smiles of relief were on both of their faces.

“I know you are,” she said, wiping a tear with her sleeve. “Of course, now I also know that you can’t carve a pumpkin for shit.”

“What?” Eli snapped. 

“I mean, look at you. You can mutilate a zombie without chipping a nail, but one little pumpkin and… how did you manage to cut yourself anyway?”

Eli’s eyes shot open. He was not about to admit the truth, but a good excuse was impossible to find. 

“I uh… uh… just….”

“He was looking at the pretty lady?” Tommy blurted. Just loud enough to garner attention.

“Oh?” Zoe crossed her arms in front of her chest with a raised brow. “And who might this pretty lady be?”

“Duh! It was y….” Tommy’s words were muzzled when Eli’s good hand covered his mouth. 

“Silencing the child,” Zoe smirked. “So, do you have anything to add?”

“Yeah,” Eli smirked, “Just finish carving Tommy’s pumpkin, will you?”

“Mmm hmm. We’re talking about this later,” she grinned.

“Oh, no, we’re not.”

“We’ll see,” she smiled. “But Tommy, I’m here to save your pumpkin.”

_____

A/N 2: My goal here was to show the desire to establish a true sense of belonging and community in Olympus, especially for its youngest residents. I am not sure exactly when this would have taken place, as any HC is really in its infancy.

I also wanted to show some of the complex feelings Eli and Zoe are experiencing. They are both different in many ways, and the same in so many others. She has only known the world as a dangerous place, and that's almost all he has known. They have learned to be brave because they had no choice, and they rose to the occasion. But, per canon, Eli shut off the soft side as his survival mechanism; in my head, Zoe seeks the soft side for hers. Neither expected to live a long life, and while they didn't like it, they were at peace, but now because of Olympus and each other, everything has changed. So, yes, Zoe is a fearless fighter, she is a strong leader who will do what it takes to protect those she cares for... but she will also catch herself falling apart when Eli sustains a simple injury. In this world, people sustain trauma after trauma without the opportunity to process or heal, it's going to come out someplace.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. :)

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[myherowritings]

mistletoe kiss

OVERVIEW; After a few weeks of dating, you and Katsuki still haven’t kissed. You hope that will change under the mistletoe this holiday season. 

PAIRING; bakugou katsuki x reader

WORD COUNT; 1.2k

GENRE; fluff, winter/holiday au

A/N; got a handful of req’s for bakugou + mistletoe and ur wish is my command u.u but frl i love the holidays and this was so fun to write !! i hope u enjoy xx sof

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

“This is the perfect time to do it— The snow is falling, the nights are cold, love is in the air,” Ashido swooned. “What better time to make your move to kiss him than now?” 

You nodded in agreement despite the nerves in your stomach, letting her reassuring words soothe you just the slightest bit. It had been only a few weeks now since you and Katsuki had started dating and you still haven’t kissed.

Now, you knew each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with doing things at your own pace, whatever that may be, but you’ve gotten comfortable enough with Katsuki to the point where you do want to kiss him. And you hoped he would return the sentiment. The only problem was you were too nervous to initiate it and if you knew your boyfriend, you’d know that despite him being unwilling to ever admit it, he was nervous too. 

Maybe the holiday cheer in the air would be enough to give you both the courage. (With the help of some cheeky mistletoe of course.) 

“You’re right,” you said to Ashido, shifting your weight from foot to foot to get out your jitters of excitement. “I just need to be under the doorway at the time Katsuki walks through and it’ll be perfect!” 

You hung up a mistletoe above your door and invited Katsuki over for your recurrent movie nights a little earlier today. Though the both of you had busy schedules that would oftentimes conflict, you both made it a priority to spend time together. 

The plan was foolproof, he’d come over and knock and you’d greet him at the door, your eyes would inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, you’d say something along the lines of, “Wow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!”, and then hope Katsuki got the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss. 

There’s no way it’d fail. 

Soon Ashido left for the night and you busied yourself making some hot chocolate on a saucepan because nothing calmed your nerves like homemade sweet beverages. But you barely had enough time to take a sip from your steaming mug when you heard a knock on your door. 

You jumped up from your seat. “Coming!”

Running over, you tried not to trip over the flat surface of your floor as you reached the entrance. 

“Katsuki! Hi,” you said with a beam as you opened your door. He held a small cloth bag with containers of food (most definitely made by him before he came over despite how busy he was earlier today) and had his face half covered by a scarf. The parts of his cheeks that were showing along with the tip of his nose were flushed pink from the biting cold outside. 

So cute, you thought with a smile, wanting to heat him up by cupping his face in your hands that were warmed from the cup of hot chocolate. 

“I made your favorite,” he said gruffly, imperceptibly lifting the container of food up. “In case you wanted to eat it while we watched the movie or whatever.” 

Your mouth watered at the thought of your favorite food and your heart warmed at the image of Katsuki cooking it for you. “It already smells amazing! Thank you.” 

He shrugged, hiding his reddening cheeks further in his scarf. “S’no problem. Now...Aren’t you going to invite me in now?” 

“Yes, but wait—” You faked a gasp as your eyes darted to the doorframe above you, hoping it sounded more convincing than it felt. “Oh, my! A mistletoe? How did that get there?” 

Katsuki squinted, slowly looking between you and the mistletoe above you. “Isn’t this your house? So wouldn’t you have to be the one to have placed it here?” 

You blinked, cheeks warming up in embarrassment. Well, that wasn’t the response you anticipated. 

“I... That’s a good point,” you replied meekly, but quickly tried to snap yourself out of it. You planned out this perfect holiday kiss and though it wasn’t going exactly as you expected in your head, you still wouldn’t let the effort go to waste. “I must’ve forgotten, hah. But you know what they say about mistletoe—”

“You trying to kiss me under the mistletoe?” he interrupted in an amused tone, pulling his scarf down from his face to reveal his teasing smirk. 

You fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater, looking to the ground abashedly. “Maybe.”

“Damn, that’s cliche,” he said, chuckling as he placed the bag he was holding on the floor to free his hands so he could gently lift your chin up to face him. “Cute.” 

Your eyes widened as Katsuki pressed his mouth against yours, somewhat surprised your poorly executed mistletoe kiss plan worked. His hands were warm but his lips were cold, a shocking contrast that made your skin tingle. Your heart pounded and your stomach flip-flopped, yet a sense of tranquility and belonging filled you. 

A feeling better than you could have ever imagined from a simple kiss. 

His lips felt soft and tasted slightly of the pink pomegranate lip balm you got him when you tried expanding his horizons from those flavorless petroleum jelly balms. You giggled into the kiss, glad he ended up using it. 

“Oi, what’re you laughin’ at?” he asked somewhat breathless, pulling away with a scowl though his hand was still resting on the small of your back to hold you close. 

You shook your head, a dazed smile on your face. “Nothing— I was just thinking about how good you taste. Pomegranate lip balm. Yummy.” 

Katsuki snorted as you briefly touched the tip of your finger to his lower lip. “Fragrance in lip and skin products can cause irritation and shit.” 

“Then why are you using it?”

“‘Cause you gave it to me and it’d just be a waste not to,” he muttered with an eyeroll. Then, more quietly, “And because you like it.”

You leaned closer to his chest, wiggling your eyebrows at him with a pleased expression. You liked what you heard. “What was that again? Just because I like it? How adorable.”

“I didn’t say shit.”

Laughing, you lightly tapped the tip of his nose. “Sure, I believe you.”  

But the mischievous look on your face told Katsuki that you heard him clear as day. He huffed, changing the topic before the embarrassment could set in. “Let’s get inside before the food gets cold.” 

He picked up the container from the ground and switched into house slippers before entering your place. Katsuki came over so often that by now he had his own designated set of indoor slippers (the ones you got him had small, smiling bunnies with carrots and hearts printed on it, much to his distaste and your utter pleasure).

As you followed after him, you called, “Wait— Let me bring the mistletoe with me, too!”

“Leave it,” he said, glancing behind him. When he looked away, the tips of his ears were flushed a slight red. “You don’t need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever.”

You looked up at the hanging mistletoe with a smile, silently thanking the inanimate object. You wouldn’t have gathered enough courage without the silly holiday tradition, but thankfully, you wouldn’t be needing it to kiss Katsuki anymore.