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emmyrosee · 4 months

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this is for the non curse bf!sukuna

when you first start going out he wouldn’t know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf ‘hey what flowers do you like?’ he thinks that’s lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.

can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shop😭😭i’m crying :((((((

OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???

Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.

Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukuna’s head before one night at four am, he storms into yuuji’s room and in a pure panic asks “how do I ask her out?”

Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, “flowers and candy, go back to bed.”

But Ryomen does anything but. Because there’s so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as he’d love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that you’d have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but he’s not perfect despite what he says.

So he kinda goes… crazy.

He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.

Next is the flower shop, and that’s even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, can’t he just do that?

According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquets…. No. Apparently not.

He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.

SENT please tell me you’re home?

Schnookums (god he needs to change that, why’d you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??

SENT no I’m making conversation

Of course that question means I’m coming over

Schnookums yayyyy okay 🥺💙

He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and he’s grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.

He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once he’s finally at your door, he doesn’t know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.

And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. “What did you do!”

“I wasn’t- fuck!” The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. You’re quick to make a move to help him catch them. “Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t sure what flowers to get, so… I bought them all.”

“Whats in the bag?”

“An absolutely feral amount of sweets.”

You’re beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.

“Ah shit.”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I just… this is so sweet,” you say, smiling.

“Well, I uhh…. I wanted… you and I’ve been kinda… going out for a while….”

“Yeah?” You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what he’s going to ask.

And he knows you’re going to make him do it.

“And I really… really have enjoyed it.” He takes a deep breath, “not sure why, but-“

“Shut up,” you snicker.

“But I kinda… want to do it. More. And… not let you do it with other people.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

“And I’m told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-“

“YES!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.

Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath can’t get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that he’d let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me,” you murmur against him.

He chuckles, “don’t thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because I’ll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.”

“I don’t even know if I own a vase.”

He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.

“Well then I hope your don’t like your kitchen sink too much.”

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makelemonade · 24 days

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straight horny to your request, so basically arranged mirage with neuvillette and wriothesley (separately) BUT! they gain baby fever 😋 write anything you have in mind, thank you 🫡

arranged marriage + baby fever

wrio, Neuvillette - fem + AFAB reader

I suck at titles LOL and it’s kinda short I am so sorry 🙏🏽 this is my first time writing baby fever idk if I did good but WHATEVA

Wriothesley

- I won’t lie to you…I barely know his character LOL uhm…

-like I’m at the part in the archon quest where we just met him

-so I hope this is like…okay

-I’d assume that Neuvillette maybe put you two together, seemingly as a duke needed his duchess. After all his complaining about being an independent man he finally agrees to the marriage.

-at first he’s not really fond of you. Sure, he’s nice to you, but don’t see it as anyrbing more. He still has a job to do.

-but then he really takes into consideration just how sweet you are for him- you’re so obedient and it starts to drive him crazy

-you always have his tea ready for him and he can’t lie when it comes to the fact that maybe he is starting to like you

-and god the way you know how to massage him, whether it be his back, arms, legs, neck- it fucking drives him crazy

-so naturally you start to massage his dick too.

-he loves to make love to you and fuck you- yes they are two completely different things to him. he babbles about how grateful he is to have such a slutty and obedient wife like you

-he LOVES to call you “my wife” when he fucks you, and he loves to think back to when he was so against it and he’ll slap himself because who would not want such a good wife like you?!?

-it means your his, and he loves it.

-what drives him absolutely insane is when he sees you with Sigewinne; you’re so caring, attentative and always so helpful to her that he starts to let his mind wander

-he thinks you’ll look cute with a swollen belly, one he can rub everyday. He imagines what your kids will look like- will they act like you? have your eyes? his hair?

-he needed to fuck a baby into you, and stat.

-he will waste no time in dragging you away to his office or really anywhere in the fortress to breed you…!

“fuuuck baby,” He drawls out his groan, hiking your legs further up his shoulder while also pushing them down as your pushed deeper into his desk.

“so- so goddamn cute, agh! helping Sigewinne and being such a good mommy…”

“Nghh~ oh! Wr-wrio!” You gasp when you feel hot ropes of his cum begin to fill you up, and he makes no move to stop.

He watched the way your tits bounced as he fucked into you, and he moved one hand up to grope at them, imaging how swollen they’d be later in the future, and how he’d get to massage them for you…

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart! Needa fill you up…breed you! and you won’t waste anything. Right, you’ll be my good wife…”

Neuvillette

-MY MANNNNNNNNNN

-okay I’d imagine that Furina def arranged this marriage and let me tell u he was NOT AGAINST IT

-why would he be?!? you were gorgeous, adorable, kind, sweet- everything he’d ever imagine for his beloved to be so of course naturally he’s gonna develop these feelings for you

-he watches how you treat people and is so grateful to be able to call you his wife that when he’s talking to other people, he doesn’t even use your name and just tends to say “my wife”

-in full honesty, he also acts like that for another reason; he feels like he owns you with it- that your his

-your his to kiss, find comfort in, talk to, cry to, fuck, make love to, breed- everything! You were his and only his

-and the way you acted with the melusines….how sweet you were to them…his dragon instincts came out insanely.

-you were so kind to them, always helping them with everything and of course with him basically being their dad they start to see you as a mom too 🥺

-one night, he just can’t help it anymore and he’ll force you down in the bed, not letting you move so he can get all of his cum in you.

“Agh! Darling, stay still…” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the love of your ear as he roughly and passionately rolled his hips into yours, his fat cock hitting all the right spots.

“Such a good wife, aren’t you, my dear?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out on his cock but also his cum. He’d came multiple times in the last hour and honestly you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“You’ll take it all, right? You’ll let me breed you, fill you up, make you my mate! Hah…”

“Y-yes!” You gasped, holding onto him for dear life. “Breed me…f-fill me up!”

That sentence alone is enough to make him go haywire and he moans as he cums for the nth time, his seed spurring around the edges as he continued to fuck into you.

And when you find a hydro mark embedded on your pelvis, he’ll know you’re officially his mate <3

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin fic #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin neuvillette #wriothesely genshin #genshin wriothesley #neuvillette x reader #neuvillete smut #neuvillette x you #wriothesly x reader #wriothesly smut #wriothesely x reader #female reader #afab reader

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nereidprinc3ss · 3 months

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okay i know this is kind of a specific request but can you do something with professor Spence and uni reader where they get into a spat and argue bc she did something stupid and he gets mad and she’s like “noooo pls don’t be mad i hate when you’re mad at me I’m sorry🥺” bc she literally cannot function knowing she let him down (me with everybody) but he’s like super stubborn and goes all closed up and quiet so that he doesn’t like blow up on her until she finally says like “pls talk to me” and he’s all pissed and like “hell na bitch u crazy!🗣️‼️” but then later he’s like “it’s ok i love u but neva do that shit again ho” then they make up and it’s good again 🎀 ok i explained that so poorly (and comedically if i may) but i hope u get it and pls make it SO DRAMATIC bc I live for drama! like she steals test answers or something or does something that could like get her kicked out of school OR him lose his job 🤔 sigh … idk I’m leaving now. Also i LOOPOOOCE ORRKGOOVI love your fics. Luv em

hey girl (gender neutral) this made me laugh bc genuinely sometimes i write spencer so ooc that is what he sounds like. and i'm not sorry! anyway this is potentially a vyvanse fueled nightmare but i wrote it and i'm posting it MY BLOG MY RULES BITCHESSSS!!!! but genuinely read the content warning LMAO this one got a lil kick to it

warnings/tags: ANGST, HURT/COMFORT, fem!reader, spencer and r get into a for real argument like they're mean to each other, spencer is a lil toxic but its resolved, emotionally neglects reader just for a teeensy second but then he's really nice and sweet again, discussion of his past addic+ion, gets fluffy because i'm not EVIL, gets suggestive at the end bc i am secretly evil.......

a/n: i don't know whats happening. this confuses me just as much as it confuses you. its 3 am in the morning. im gonna post nice happy things soon. Gootbye

“I cannot believe you right now. I don’t even—I don’t even know what to say.”

“Spencer, you don’t have to say anything. It has nothing to do with you, and I’m not looking for your approval.”

He looks up from where he’d been rubbing his temples, like you’re a headache, eyebrows raised and lips parted in indignant disbelief.

“Oh! You’re not looking for my approval? Well thank god for that, because if you were one of my students I would recommend expulsion to the board.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just said I don’t care about your opinion on this, much less your hypothetical opinion from some alternate universe where you have any authority over my education whatsoever.”

“You distributed an answer key to half of your class! Objectively this is the kind of thing that gets people expelled. I don’t understand how someone so smart could do something so fucking stupid.”

The words bite more than you were prepared for—but what hurts even more is how much he seems to mean them. In arguments past you’d both said things you didn’t mean, and then would immediately melt into I’m so sorry’s and the fight would resolve itself. Spencer’s clenched jaw and inability to make eye contact with you do not lend themselves to tender apologies. They cannot be attributed to miscommunication.

You take a step closer to where he’s bracing himself against the countertop, arms crossed defensively in front of your chest.

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was such a big deal. People cheat in college all the time.”

Still no reply. His head shakes so minutely you wonder if you’re imagining it. Panic wells in your chest.

“Please talk to me. I really hate when you ice me out. I’m sorry, okay? Just... please say something.”

Finally, his eyes slide to you. They lack the fiery anger of moments ago but there’s not much softness there either. His normally warm gaze now feels too abrasive, too cold and sharp on your bare skin. You're exposed, much too soft for that grating look, and it feels like he can see everything that’s wrong with you.

“Believe me when I tell you this. I am doing us both a favor by not speaking to you right now.”

And then he’s leaving the kitchen—nothing but a breeze against your cheek and the sound of a door slamming to prove he was ever there.

The apartment is silent. You stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do next. Spencer very, very rarely gets angry at you to the point of neglect, and you know he’s doing his best with what was modelled for him as a child and his tendency to feel things so deeply it’s nearly disabling; but that doesn’t make it hurt much less. It doesn’t make you feel less abandoned or alone.

You’re sad, and you’re still pissed, and maybe you’re in just a bit of shock as you robotically move back to your nest of blankets on the couch and resume your schoolwork. What else is there to do? Unless Spencer is right—unless you really are about to get expelled after getting the answer key for an upcoming test from a friend, who then gave it to another friend, and so on. But is that really your fault?

It’s a struggle to stay focused as your mind keeps drifting back to Spencer in the other room, those cruel words and that cold steely look in his eye that isn’t supposed to ever be aimed at you. It’s not a secret that side of him exists, but it doesn’t belong in this apartment. It’s not something he needs to use against you. He’s supposed to be on your side. But instead, he’d said you should be expelled and essentially called you stupid. And now you’re doing homework for a class at a school you may not even be a student of come Monday.

---------------------------------------------------

The sound of the office door opening forty-five minutes later spikes your blood pressure and simultaneously makes your heart flutter, because no matter how mad at him you might be, Spencer is still Spencer.

He comes to stand behind the couch quietly, but you don’t acknowledge him. Maybe your typing gets a bit more aggressive, but aside from that you flat out reject his presence.

“Can we talk?”

You let him sweat for a minute as you finish your paragraph.

“I don’t know, Spencer. Can we? Or are you not done with your temper tantrum?”

“That is... well deserved,” he sighs, rounding the couch and tapping the bottom of your foot, signaling that he wants you to move your legs. You despise how automatically you comply, pulling your knees to your chest to avoid touching him as he sits next to you. There’s a long moment of silence, in which you resume typing. Spencer scoffs, leaning in slightly to peer at your screen. “Are you doing homework right now? I’m a complete asshole to you and you just... do your homework?"

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” you almost-yell, slamming your laptop shut and blinking away potential tears. “The only person I wanted to talk to called me stupid and fucking left!”

The tears realize their potential once you admit the blunt truth.

Spencer carefully moves your laptop and pulls you into his arms—and you just let him. There’s not much fight left in you. There wasn’t a lot to begin with.

“I am so sorry, angel. You’re right, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have yelled, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I shouldn’t have walked away. I overreacted.”

“Yeah, you really did,” you cry, allowing him to run his hand over your hair. “Why did you do that? Why were you so fucking mean?”

His voice shakes slightly as he responds, betraying his own anxieties, and a new, unwelcome sense of trepidation slithers through your veins.

“I was wondering that, too. Even as I was saying it, I knew—I knew it wasn’t what I wanted to be saying. And then I was in the other room and I wanted to be out here, and I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t. But I think I was just scared. Which—I know, doesn’t really make sense, but... I think about when Ethan dropped out of the academy, and ended up doing heroin in New Orleans for three years, and I think about when I almost left the BAU because I was so convinced I’d never get clean that I didn’t even want to anymore, and—and the idea of you losing your education and your direction like that terrified me, probably unreasonably, and I took it out on you. And I’m sorry.”

“But I’m not like you or Ethan. You don’t have to worry about that. Even if I... even I do get in some sort of disciplinary trouble. That’s a road you don’t have to worry about me going down, ever.”

He fixes some unseen wrinkle on your shirt.

“Yeah, but, remember... I used to not be like me or Ethan either. Do you think twelve-year-old Spencer would have ever even considered that of the infinite realities and universes which exist, he was living in one where someday he’d be shooting up in the bathroom at work?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head and burying your face in Spencer’s shoulder. The sound is more of a plea for him to be less descriptive than an answer to his rhetorical question. It’s still much easier for him to talk about that part of his life than it is for you to have to actually imagine it. You didn’t know him then, but you’ve seen pictures, and you know Spencer now, and it’s... it’s just too much. Too sad.

“Okay,” he agrees soothingly, still playing with your hair. “I digress. My point is that literally anything is possible, and while it’s not necessarily likely, I more than anyone know that anxiety even over the most improbable of things is never completely unfounded.”

You sniffle in response, too emotionally and physically exhausted to contribute much to the conversation by this point. Thankfully, Spencer can talk for two. An idiosyncrasy which you love and comes in handy every once in a while. He can play his own devil’s advocate; in this case, you.

“But that doesn’t mean I get to take it out on you. Ever. I truly, truly, sincerely apologize for that. I never want to hurt you.”

You let the apology sink into your skin like a salve, soothing every abrasion those earlier words had left in their violent wake.

After a few minutes, you find the energy to ask a question that might best remain unanswered.

“Are you still mad at me?”

He’s quiet for a beat, seemingly contemplative as his fingers trace abstract patterns in a language all his own on your arm.

“I’m not thrilled. But you were right earlier. It’s not my place to be mad at you for something like that.”

“Mm... it’s a little bit your place. You’re an actual professor.”

He chuckles.

“At an entirely different university.”

“Thank god,” you laugh. “You and me at the same school would be such an HR clusterfuck.”

While it’s almost a serious matter, the smile in his voice is evident.

“Yeah... I, uh... try not to think about it.”

“Okay, but seriously. In your professional opinion. Am I fucked? Like, do I need to prepare an appeal and character witnesses or whatever?”

Spencer sighs.

“It was incredibly reckless and irresponsible. You should be ready for disciplinary pushback from the schoolboard if you get caught. That being said... because over sixty of you got a hold of the answer key, I doubt anyone is getting expelled, and even if they did, it would likely only be the TA and the student he gave the key to. It’s my tentative, professional opinion that you’ll probably be fine.”

You relax slightly, allowing a tension you didn’t realize was there to shed like an old skin.

“I’m not gonna cheat again,” you promise on an exhale. It’s simply too much risk for too little reward.

Spencer’s response is quiet, and comes much faster than you’d expected.

“Oh, I know you aren’t. Because if you do, you’re going to have to worry about disciplinary action from me. And I’m not nearly as nice as the dean of your school, darling girl.”

But something about the way he says it—a thinly veiled threat/promise contrasted by a sweet kiss to your forehead—doesn’t exactly make academic honesty look all that exciting.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

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blue-jisungs · 13 days

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hey, how are you doing ?? hope you’re doing well !! 🎀🩷

i just wanted to ask if you can write a comfort fic with Jiung from p1h 🥺 everything is up to you i’ve been having hard times for the last few months and i’m just keep reading your works so i wanna say thank you, you really helped me get through this time ❤️‍🩹

just sleeping

# author's note ... sorry for such a long wait but actually we were twinning and i was going through some stuff too 😭 i hope you enjoy this tho <3 i hope you’re doing better now and i’m happy my silly little writing could help you cheer up, even a bit 🫂❤️‍🩹

# summary ... jiung enjoys every moment with you, even if it’s just a nap

# warnings ... mention of throwing up (but in a joking way), might seem a little suggestive but only if u squint ++ whole p1h cameo because i love them so much:(

# word count ... 1085

entering the dorm with keeho and intak, jiung is surprised at how quiet the place is.

“now that’s suspicious…” keeho giggled and three boys took off their shoes and put away their jackets.

bags rustling in their hands, they walked up to the living room. the soft sound of mario kart music echoed in the room but… the game seemed far forgotten.

“is anyone there?” intak asked quietly and jiung stepped closer, heart swelling in his chest upon the sight in front of his eyes.

you were sitting in the middle of the couch, shota and jongseob resting their heads on your lap. taeyang was awkwardly resting his head against the youngests’, hands wrapped around your legs… and his bottom part of the body uncomfortably on the floor.

keeho cooed and whipped out his phone, capturing this cute moment.

“what is that supposed to mean!” jiung grunted dramatically, noticing three gaming controllers messily thrown on the ground and a book of yours.

“they fell asleep, you should be grateful” your sleepy murmur caught their attention.

your tired gaze met your boyfriend’s curious eyes and you sent him a lopsided smile.

“what even happened here?” keeho laughed softly and started to pick up the controllers from the ground.

“well shota and seob were playing games, suddenly seob leaned against me so i started scratching his head. and then shota wanted too… and then tae came and protested that he wants too but welp, he didn’t fit on the couch so…” you chuckled, careful not to wake them up.

“idiots” jiung crossed his arms and noticed the sleepiness lingering in your gaze.

he knew that for the past few weeks (if not longer!) you’ve been struggling with work and academic stuff. on top of that, you were exhausted mentally, struggling with socializing and finding happiness in even your favorite hobbies.

and yet… here you are, hanging out with his friends… scratching their heads and letting them asleep on you.

“okay, enough of this. y/nnie, i bought something for you” your boyfriend hummed and poked theo’s arm.

“yeah, you must be pretty cramped up” intak sighed and shook the youngest’s shoulders.

you gently tucked shota’s hair behind his ear and woke him up with a soft tap on his back.

“what is it?” he yawned, sitting up. his hair was sticking in every direction, causing you all to laugh. the vibrations of your body stirred jongseob awake completely.

“my body…” theo groaned, massaging his neck. his eyes widened upon seeing the rest of the members being back “hi there”

“oh she has you all in a chokehold” keeho grinned and nudged jiung.

“did you even sleep?” seob asked you quietly, smacking away intak’s hands. you nodded, even though it wasn’t fully true. you were sleepy, sure, but you didn’t nap like them.

“okay, let’s make some food” intak clapped his hands, the youngests’ ears perking up.

once they were off you, you stretched your arms with a pleasant hum.

“how was the shopping, baby?” you asked jiung, who walked up behind you. then, you felt his warm hands on your neck and arms. massaging your sore muscles gently, you let your hands drop (and your neck too) “that’s nice…”

“we bought some clothes, intak bought some lego. i saw a cute hoodie and thought you’d like it so…” he wanted to go and show it to you but he noticed the way your arms relaxed. his thumb pressing in the middle of your neck. a groan ripped out of your throat, causing the boys in the kitchen to laugh.

“ew, disgusting!”

“i’ll show you the hoodie later, okay? and how was your day?” jiung ignored them, fingers working their way to the side of your neck. the pressure was a bit tough but in a pleasant way.

“fine… boring… missed you. so, nothing new… oh, right here, please” you hummed, letting out a small sigh when he stumbled upon a certain spot. he smiled and continued on.

“i’m literally gonna throw up, can you take this somewhere private?” theo snickered.

“ugh, intak, we’ll have to stay out of the dorm for a while” keeho sighed dramatically and you shot your head up, glaring at him “joking! joking…”

“c’mere, ji. they are just haters…” you mumbled and turned around, kneeling on the couch. wrapping your hands around his neck, you pecked his lips in a playful manner.

“ew! okay, sorry! just go!” keeho laughed, amused by the situation. the truth was, he just wanted you two to have some privacy – especially considering that you haven’t seen each other for the whole day.

you leaned away from jiung and stood up, grabbing your long forgotten book. after leaving it on the coffee table, he grabbed your hand gently and the bag in other.

entering his shared room, you looked around. the window was open, a nice breeze sneaking in.

“here, try it on” jiung leaned down and handed you the cloth. the hoodie was really cute – exactly how you liked it. it fit perfectly too.

you spun dramatically and posed.

“and?” you asked. jiung was observing you, smitten. a cocky smile was blooming on his lips.

“it’s perfect. what do you think, though?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

“it doesn’t smell like you yet. other than that, i love it. thank you, baby” you hummed and placed a kiss on his cheek.

jiung melted upon the sweet gesture. everything you did caused his heart rate to speed up, even after almost two years of dating.

“how was your day?” jiung asked and you fought a yawn, nodding.

“as usual… do you wanna take a nap? those rascals didn’t really let me sleep… taeyang talks awfully a lot of things in his sleep, did you know that?” you giggled and before he answered, you already hopped into his bed, burying yourself in the blankets.

spotting the plushie you bought for him ages ago, you grabbed it and pressed to your chest.

“i’m no fun, am i? just sleeping all day” you giggled, a spark of guilt in your eyes. jiung shook his head and in a blink of an eye was next to you, arms wrapping around you securely.

“i was tired too. besides, i don’t mind if i sleep or go bungee jumping. as long as you’re with me, i’ll enjoy everything” he hummed and pressed a tender kiss on your cheek bone. melting into the gesture (and because of his words), your eyes began to close.

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valsarchives · 1 year

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twin flame - t.c.

a/n: I wasn’t going to post this but I couldn’t resist it so here it is. I’ll probably make 2 or 3 more parts of this. Enjoy!

tchalamet

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tchalamet 1095 days with you. thank you for making me the luckiest guy on earth. so ready for round four. let’s do it again, my twin flame.

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zendaya 🥹🥹🥹

robertdowneyjr happy anniversary you two, kiddos.

yourusername thank you 🥺

tomholland2013 so happy for you two mate!

tchalamet thank you so much brother!

ynmybaby AWWWW 💗💗

ynandtimmy did he just call her his twin flame??? 🥹🥹🥹🥹

timotheefan15 YES HE DID SIS 🤧🤧

timochalamtt time flies 🥹🤧

timmyfan i remember the day i learned they were dating 🥲

ynfan2 i’m so happy for them 💞

pauline.chalamet HAPPY 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY MY BABIES 💗🥹✨

tchalamet THANK YOU PAAAAAULINE!!! 💫🦄💗

timmytimmy EVERYONE, SAY THANK YOU ZENDAYA FOR INTRODUCING THESE TWO

ynmybaby Thank you Zendaya! ❤️❤️

ynandzendayafan Thank you sooo much queen!!

timofann thank you Zendaya!!!!

ynandtimmy Thank you queen!

tchalamet THANK YOU ZENDAYA!!!!

zendaya you’re welcome my babies!!

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yourusername 3 years, 1095 days. yet i still feel like we met yesterday. i can’t and probably never will get enough of you. let’s do it again, mon amour.

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tchalamet i love you so much it hurts.

yourusername good to know our feelings are mutual sir.

florencepugh crying rn 🥺💙

chanelofficial Happy Anniversary you two!

timofann Chanel celebrating their ambassadors anniversary. Wowza 🫨

zendaya seeing you two so happy makes me feel like crying i’m not even kidding

yourusername babyyyy 😭

zendaya i’m a proud mama

yourusername love ya mama

ynmybaby i love their friendship so much 🥺

zendayafann I adored them since their Disney times 😭

ynandzendayafan and look at them now. they found their soulmates and living their best life 🥹

ynsbabygirl they deserve it 🫶🏻

tomholland2013 love you guys!!!

yourusername love you too!!!

ynsbabygirl it’s supposed to be 4 years but- 😭

chalafann ugh I wish they never broke up but I’m grateful bc they’re happy now.

ynmybaby not Kylie liking the post 💀

timmytimmy i was laughing for hours

ynsbabygirl i’m so embarrassed for her

randomuser why? what did i miss? 🥲

timotea0 long story short, according to some “sources” kylie and timothee was dating since the new years. kris jenner and some pr team fueled the story by some pics but none of them actually worked. bc even though him and yn broke up at that time he was still so in love with her so he denied everything about the rumors and admitted that he was still in love with yn. then tom holland and zendaya made them get back together.

randomuser oh god, what a loser she is.

timotheefan15 ikr

kidcudi you guys are so cute

stephanebak my guy and my girl being the cutest couple

pauline.chalamet ok but when are you gonna be my sister officially????

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ynandtimmy WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

ynmybaby Y/n Chalamet era soon?????

timmychalamet9 omg omg omg omg

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voguemagazine Y/n L/n and Timothée Chalamet are recently seen at a dinner in Venice with Zendaya and Tom Holland, celebrating the couple’s anniversary.

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ynmybaby my fam 🥰🥰🥰

ynsbabygirl i think they’re on a well deserved vacation together 🤧

timotheefan1 they are! 🥹

ynandtimmy the way he looks at her 🥺

zendayafan i love their friendship so much

tomhollandfann seeing them together makes me even more excited for their upcoming movies and euphoria’s new season! I miss Zendaya and Y/n together!

ynsbabygirl same here! I still can’t decide which one should i go first. Y/n and Tom’s or Dune 2???

zendayafan0 ok but i need all of them in a movie together 😩

timotheefan15 same girl same 🤧

chalafann i love how he nuzzles his head on her neck awwwww

ynandzendayafan they’re having so much fun 🥹

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zendaya sisters having fun. period.

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yourusername so you’re not gonna mention how you tried to sink me into the water huh??

zendaya i have no idea what you’re talking about miss

tomholland2013 should i be offended by the way you didn’t post at least one picture of us or..? You didn’t even mentioned that we took them :(

tchalamet you should get used to it bro🥲

tomhollandstan LMAOOO

ynsbabygirl aww poor boys lolll

ynmybaby POWER DUO 👑

zendayafan45 SLAYYY 💅🏻

timotea0 🥹🫶🏻

tommyfan1 you two are sooo cute

zendayafan9 love you guyss

florencepugh i missed you two 🥺

yourusername we missed you too bby 🤧

zendaya come over so we can ditch the boys and hang out together!!!

tchalamet ouch

tomholland2013 hey!

tayrussell cuties ❤️

yourusername 💋💋💋

zendaya love youuu

ynandzendayafan MOTHERS!! 🛐

ynsbabygirl i want what they have 😩

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babydollmarauders · 5 months

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FOREVERMORE — JOHN MARINO

part of the Maraschino Cherry! AU

y/nmercer

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y/nmercer sorry daws, i think john’s gift has your stuffed dino present beat

i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, i love you forevermore, my sweet cherry 🤍❤️

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dawson1417 he one upped me!

y/nmercer i think he triple upped you, bubba

dawson1417 that bitch 😒

dawson1417 but fr, i’m happy for you guys! congratulations, bubby ❤️ you’re getting the happily ever after you deserve

y/nmercer DON’T MAKE ME CRY AGAIN, PLEASE! I CAN’T KEEP FIXING MY MAKEUP

john.marino97 so enchanted by the thought of forever with you 🤍

y/nmercer stfu and kiss me before i cry into your pillow and leave mascara on it

john.marino97 why MY pillow?

y/nmercer so that every night you have to sleep with the reminder that you made me cry

john.marino97 GOOD tears! but i’ll always kiss you regardless

user87 did they not JUST start dating?!

y/nmercer we’ve been together for 8 months, known each other for 14! but when you know, you know 🤍

user63 shotgun wedding???

y/nmercer haha no! not pregnant! just hopelessly in love and eternally grateful to be able to marry him!

user90 your love is so pure 🥹

jackhughes WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T I KNOW HE WAS PROPOSING??

naterbastian i did

jackhughes @/john.marino97 YOU TOLD BASS AND NOT ME??

john.marino97 you would’ve let it slip in 0.5 seconds

jackhughes congrats, i guess 😒

y/nmercer thanks, i guess ?

naterbastian congratulations, can’t wait to be the best man!

john.marino97 i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Paul is gonna be my best man

naterbastian that’s chill, i’ll be the man of honor!

y/nmercer well this is awkward…. dawson will be being my man of honor 🫶🏻

naterbastian damn twins

naterbastian fine, i’ll settle for groomsman

john.marino97 THAT, you can do!

nicohischier congratulations ❤️ wishing you two nothing but happiness

y/nmercer oh buggaboo 🥺 thank you!

njdevils A CHRISTMAS ENGAGEMENT!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!

user12 imagine meeting your future husband through your twin brother… brb crying

nhl congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Marino! 💍❤️

user28 a quick engagement…. either she’s a gold digger or she really moves fast

user93 he’s the one who proposed?? also, she wouldn’t need to gold dig, she’s an independent woman with her own job. and even if she wasn’t, it’s pretty obvious she and her brother (who is also in the nhl!) are super close and he would probably be more than happy to pay for everything for her lmao. she and john are obviously just in love and know that they’re it for each other. and for all we know, they could have a long engagement, but even if they eloped tomorrow it would be none of our business

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jesperbratt does this mean i have to call you “little Marino” instead?

y/nmercer well, eventually yes! but not yet!

lhughes_06 MRS. MARASCHINO CHERRY COMING 2k24???

y/nmercer we’re not sure on when yet, but MRS. MARASCHINO CHERRY!!

john.marino97 my future wife 🤍

lhughes_06 @/john.marino97 are you my new dad?

john.marino97 i don’t know how to answer that

y/nmercer yes he is! be kind to him!

john.marino97 so our first child is… a 20 year old that already has parents of his own?

lhughes_06 daddy!

john.marino97 don’t.

#maraschino cherry! au #john marino #john marino x reader #john marino fic #john marino imagine #john marino blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #faithlynn’s writings <3

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omg can i ask for reader and miguel’s baby turning 1, and they celebrate the birthday, like how kylie jenner did for her precious babygirl stormi🥹 like miguel getting his precious daughter large toys, lots of performers, large bouncy houses, blasting spanish music, and cutting the cake, i really hope u see this ask🥹🥹

side note: ur like my fav tumblr fanfic writer rn, you’re so gorgeous and i hope you have a good day🩷🩷

AAA THIS IS A VERY CUTE IDEA ANONNNN

my note: i am?? *gasps* you're so sweet!! i am so honored my lovieeee!! thank you so much🥺

one thing. she has only asked miguel for one thing and he just dismissed her like that!

the two of them had previously discussed in matters of their baby girl's upcoming birthday, and she had told--no-- threatened him to keep things simple and baby-proof,

guess, she should've known that he was prone to never really listen

"you are so. dead, o'hara" she grumbles, scanning over the party decorations in their backyard. the twenty-ish big pink presents put neatly in the corner, a princess castle bouncy house, a DJ deck, and food catering?

there are already people stopping by and busying themselves at the party, she finds a couple familiar faces like peter, jess, even the kids gwen and miles.

he puts his hands up in defense, staring at her with a playful smile. "I know I know I went a little bit overboard--"

"a little?!"

"but querida, come on" he snakes his hands around her waist, tugging her closer but her eyes aren't even on him. "it's our baby girl's first birthday-- I had to give her all"

"what would a baby need a DJ deck for anyway?" she asks with a frown,

''we can set it aside and use it for a band.. i already have two ready for the party"

her jaw drops open. "a band?!"

''ay okay stop with the dramatic expressions, princesa" he chuckles, kissing her forehead.

shaking her head, she replies "you already got her two barbie houses, a pink range rover for kids, brand new stuffed animals that look like they escaped from the damn zoo, Disneyland tickets and a cinderella's carriage baby crib... you spoil her too much"

he shrugs, "like i told you... she's my baby"

"and how much have you spent for all of that, hm?"

he envelopes her hands between his, kissing the knuckles to ease her. "don't worry about that. got too much money in my bank account and I will use it to spoil the fuck out of both of you."

a light smile spreads across her face. "she wouldn't even remember half of this miggy, you know that?"

"we'll record it and everything" he shrugs, looking around the party feeling proud of his work. "I want her to have the best birthday ever. not just this but the next one and the next one and the next"

she can't help but feel her heart soften. he is so full of love every time he talks about their baby, an ultimate girl dad.

"i can't imagine what you will do for her quinceanera"

he winces at that, head shaking at the thought. "don't remind me. i want our baby girl to stay little forever"

she chuckles at that, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his chin. "what an amazing father you are, my love"

his cheeks warm at the compliment, glancing down at her to give her a grateful smile. one that speaks how glad he is to have her by his side, to call her his, to hear those words coming from her lips.

the sound of a precious giggle distracts them both, craning their heads toward the source of the sound and seeing jess holding their baby girl in her arms. dressed in a pretty pink dress with tiara on top

y/n reaches out to make grabby hands at jess. "hello pretty girl! gimme gimme" picking sofia from jess's grip, earning a cute giggle from her,

"she couldn't stop pulling at peter's hair-- your baby's got quite a grip" she mentions before walking away with a smile,

miguel snorts at that, silently patting himself on the back for what his baby had done,

cradling her closer to her chest, y/n fakes a gasp. "eso hizo, no es asi? uncle peter probably deserved it"

sofia babbles more, clapping her chubby hands at the two of them. miguel chuckles at the baby's cute antics and the way his wife talks in a baby voice,

a lucky bastard he is,

"daddy did this all for you, mamas-- aren't you happy? yeah?" she coos once more, bringing sofia closer to Miguel,

''come here pretty girl" miguel's hands move to grab her tiny body, picking her from his wife's grip. a sigh of contentment escapes from his lips. "my little princess... aren't you the prettiest baby I have ever seen, hm? you got that from your mami"

y/n eyes the interaction between the two of them, her finger moves to sofia's hand which she grips it.

"she is so fluffy.. we have a chunky baby"

miguel frowns, feigning a fake offensive look. "you calling our baby fat, mi amor?"

rolling your eyes, you scoff at him. "she's cute like this... i like it..." she gives a loud smooch on her baby's cheek making her giggle more,

miguel bobs sofia lightly in his embrace, inhaling the scent of her shampoo while keeping his eyes on y/n.

none of this was ever planned. miguel had no clue that being married and having a baby would be on his bucket list. if someone would've told him four years ago that he would eventually settle down and have a family, he would tell that person to fuck off and how crazy that idea sounds. because marriage wasn't his thing,

but now? he would kill the entire universe for his girls

"what are you thinking, papi?" she asks, head tilting in curiosity when his eyes won't move away from her,

he stays silent for a moment, pressing his cheek against sofia's head as she toys with the collar of his shirt,

"vamos a tener a otro bebe" [let's have another baby]

i hope this is okay!! xx

#miguel o'hara blurbs #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara drabbles

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A Fernando Alonso x driver!reader Insta AU Series

A/N: As a disclaimer: I actually don’t mind Haas (Nico is the loml), so I don’t know why or when I decided to hate on them in this fic. I did not go into writing this thinking I would. It just kind of happened. Also, please excuse the bad “Competitors” graphic. It is 12:18 a.m. I am not doing too hot.

Anyways, please enjoy! This parts mostly to establish who Y/N is (besides you ofc), then we’ll get into the better stuff :). Let me know your comments/questions/concerns after you read it, or if you want to be added to the taglist for the series!

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f1: BREAKING: Y/N Y/L/N has signed with the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 team on a multi-year contract from 2023 onwards.

yourusername: So incredibly grateful for this opportunity and excited to hit the track this season!

mercedesamgf1: Very happy to have you, Y/N! Welcome to the team!

pierregasly: I see you’re also doing the ol’ switcheroo

yourusername: you copied me

pierregasly: preposterous

susie_wolff: We continue to be so proud of you! You’re an inspiration to so many women and girls!

yourusername: Thank you so much, Susie. You know how much that means to me! 💕💕

sebastianvettel: sorry I couldn’t race with you another year, but i’m so excited to see how you do and how much you achieve!

yourusername: thank you, seb! i appreciate it so much 🥺🫶

user202: FINALLY y/n is getting out of that shit team

fanaccount1: as much as i support her, i’m sorry to see her leave haas. they did everything they could for her and she just goes to another team once her contract expires.

user014: she’s under no obligation to stay with them. she proved her worth and she’s smart to go to another team that isn’t underfunded. she had the team’s first podium seven years

user837: just another woman ruining something men created 🙄

fanaccount2: excuse me?? obviously, you’re not very educated in this sport that “men created,” because if you were, you’d know that y/n is one of the best up and coming drivers since forever. last year, she got eighth in the drivers’ championship in a haas. a HAAS. and she won the f2 championship the year before that. once she gets into mercedes’ far superior car she’ll finally be able to receive the results she deserves.

user162: preach 👏👏👏

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f1: And here’s your starting grid for the first GP of the season!

landonorris: ready for this 💪💪💪

alphataurif1: new season, new possibilities!!

user101: how did sargeant do better than de vries??

fanaccount3: nooooo pierreeeee 😭

user628: y/n outscoring lewis??? omg???

fanaccount4: we already KNOW this is going to be a good season

user552: as long as she takes at least one podium from max i’ll be ok :)

user012: jesus i wish people would stop shitting on max. he’s literally doing his job like the rest of them.

fanaccount5: OMG if we get some alonso/y/l/n competition this year i’ll be so happy

user268: i hope so like can you imagine??? two legends in their own rights fighting?? that would be so cool

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f1: your 1st, 3rd, and 2nd drivers of the day 🥳🏆

fanaccount6: admin decided the color scheme was prettier and put y/n in the middle

f1: yes 🥰

mercedesamgf1: First race and first podium of the season 😍

yourusername: So proud of the team!

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redbullracing: Incredible job!

user837: you say, as checo is probably being chewed out by horner rn

astonmartinf1: here’s to an exciting season 🥂🏆

fanaccount3: i haven’t seen that exciting of a race in forever! alonso and y/n legit started 5th and 6th and battled for the podium the entire time

user105: it was pretty awesome

fanaccount1: but did you see (when y/n was in 2nd in like lap 50) how close she got to max?? like there was a two second gap between them for a little while before she had to pit

user696: we stan 💖

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yourusername: Never in my life would I have imagined winning P3 in my first race of a season, let alone my first race of a season with Mercedes. I feel so blessed for this opportunity, and I can assure you, I am not going to let it go to waste. We’ll push to continue this momentum to Saudi Arabia and beyond; we won’t let you down. ✌️😎

(on a less serious note --> jumpscare warning at the end)

vancityreynolds: super race, y/n! you’re the only reason blake watches f1 races with me.

yourusername: omg 🥹 thanks so much!

lewishamilton: I’ve got a good feeling about us this year 💪

yourusername: 💪❤️

susie_wolff: That picture was confidential. - Toto

yourusername: please don’t fire me

susie_wolff: Heavily considering it. - Toto

yourusername: 😔

user030: she ATE and left no crumbs

fanaccount3: LITERALLY

fanaccount6: y/n marry me please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

user827: she’s already my wife actually

fanaccount6: 😭

user582: guenther steiner is rolling on the floor screaming crying rn

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fanaccount7: Everyone saying she’ll be champion when (1) Max is still on the grid and (2) she has drove literally one race for Mercedes. Nobody can predict how the season will play out yet; there simply hasn’t been enough time to see how comfortable all the drivers are in their cars and how they interact with each other.

user455: interact with each other? their jobs are to win. it’s given that everyone will be competitive, so i think it literally just comes down their car and the risks they take. the reason lewis, max, and even schumi were so dominant is that they happened to drive for the team with the most powerful car, and they were willing to go as close to the corners as possible/be super aggressive with other drivers.

but, in the end, i agree with you. i don’t think we can see what’s going to happen in the end yet. personally, though, i think y/n can place higher than she did last year if she keeps doing what she’s doing.

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yourusername: baku <3

olliebearman: Congrats on P2!

yourusername: thank you! congrats on your wins!

logansargeant: great race, y/n!

yourusername: 💕💕💕

landonorris: there were much better pictures of carlos that you could’ve chosen

carlossainz55: Rude.

yourusername: yeah, lando. any photo of carlos is a good photo.

landonorris: 🙄

fanaccount8: 👀👀👀

user914: We love a queen who posts as if she didn’t get P2 in a race yesterday

fanaccount4: although i do like pictures from the actual gp, it is nice to see some normal touristy photos from celebrities

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user914: HOLY CRAP HI Y/N

user777: Another close race! Finally, someone who can challenge Max and gives fan an actually entertaining race!

user267: honestly i think the reason why y/n’s so good is because she knows her cars so well. like, some of the drivers (not all of them), don’t know jack shit about the cars themselves and just know how to drive them. y/n could actually sit down and teach the components of the car to you. i think that’s the difference between her and the others.

fanaccount9: Congratulations, Y/N!

user129: ahhhhhhhhh she’s so pretty 😍😍😍

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f1: how it started --> how it’s going

Congratulations to Y/N on her first ever podium, and on being the first ever woman to do so! 🎉😲

lewishamilton: 🤜🎤

femalesinmsport: You continue to be such an inspiration, Y/N! Congrats on everything.

yourusername: Thank you!

haasf1team: Congratulations on the amazing accomplishment, Y/N!

yourusername: Thank you so much! That means a lot. <3

user725: admin about to get firedddddddddd

fanaccount10: Can’t a team congratulate their former racer?

user725: not when their team principal blew up the way he did when she left

mercedesamgf1: yup, that’s our driver 😎

yourusername: 😎❤️

aussiegrit: Congratulations! Amazing job!

nicholaslatifi: congrats! miss racing with you.

yourusername: thanks, nick! you, too!

pierregasly: how.

yourusername: that’s my secret

dreamlover: I TOLD YOU GUYS. WE CAME BACK.

fanaccount11: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

user236: i have been dreaming of this day for so long 😭

user273: “we”

dreamlover: stfu and be happy

fanaccount6: Y/N is the greatest driver of the 2020s and you can not tell me otherwise

user627: 2020s? how about ever?

user981: induction into the f1 hall of fame when??

fanaccount12: three world champions on the grid, and she manages to be better than two of them. lewis and alonso are quaking in their boots rn.

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Hi! So at the end of Loki how he becomes part of the multiverse tree and everything resets. but what if the reader still remembers Loki so she goes to look for him and try to give him a happy ending.

It's so sad because Loki should have a happy ending and seeing what happens in the finale of the show I would like to see him not end up alone.🥺

A/n: I WILL GIVE LOKI HIS HAPPY ENDING, p.S…Wanda is also alive cause I said so. So yea obviously I changed a lotttt of things.

Side note: was gonna make Sylvie switch places for Loki’s but I didn’t want to be called stupid 😂. But if you want it as an alt end then I’ll write it.

You didn’t understand, you couldn’t understand why people couldn’t remember him. Why? Mobius,Sylvie, not one of them remembered Loki.

You refused to believe this, he couldn’t be gone, you had to do something, you had to fix this. Ignoring Mobius calling out your name, you were determined to find him, you will save Loki and you had to go to the one person that would help, the one person that could help.

Wanda

Your heart hammered as you came upon the home, the same little house you had found for the woman, one reality where she can finally be happy. You just hoped she would remember her love. You hoped that what ever Loki had done hadn’t reset this life.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the door. Your hand knocking on the door though relief flooded your body when the woman said your name, her head tilted to the side.

“You remember me?! Oh thank god…Wanda I need your help?”

Wrinkling her nose Wanda stepped side letting you come into her home. “Why wouldn’t I remember….what’s wrong?”

Patting your lips you ran you nervously bit your lip as you started explain everything to your friend. “And now he’s stuck in the Loom and nobody remembers him but us and he’s alone and I can’t.” Shaking your head you grasped the edge of your shirt. “Please Wanda! You’re the only one that can help me.”

Wanda hated seeing you like this, you were one of the kindest people she knew. You were the only one that helped her, the believed in her. Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded her head as she grasped your hand gently. “Of course, let’s just find a place that’s not my front yard.”

Giving one last look at her family she tugged you to her car. While she knew what this would mean, she was grateful for your friendship.

•

Stepping through the portal, you glanced over your shoulder spotting the woman struggling to keep it open. “It’s okay Wanda you can let go.”

Tears sliding down her cheeks, Brooke gave you a weak smile. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, and thank you.” Turning away from the closing portal you took a deep breath taking a glance at your surroundings. Did he really subject himself to this? It felt so lonely here, so isolated.

You didn’t care if people will forget you, it didn’t matter because you would have Loki, he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

A smile formed on your lips as you spotted the man sitting on a thorn. The once heart broken look on his face was replaced with a look of disbelief, your name spilling from his lips.

“It’s can’t, this must be a cruel joke.” This bad to be some illusion, something is mind made up to push back the loneliness he felt.

Giving him a teasing smile you stepped forward kneeling down in front of him. Your hands grasping his gently. “I’m not very good at jokes but I can assure you that I am very real.”

Clutching your hand tightly he was afraid that if he let go than you’d just vanish. “You must go back you can’t-.”

Placing your hand on his cheek, you let your thumb glide across his skin. “Well, it’s a bit to late for that now.” You then pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips then smiled resting your head against his feeling Loki draw you in close. “So now you’re going to have to put up with me.”

“Thank you.” Loki whispered holding you tight, hr might be stuck protecting all the time lines but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.

At least he had you.

#drabbles #drabble #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #Loki x

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milkywaydrabbles · 8 months

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With the last kinks you did, they were hard and good!! but I was looking at your other list and I read this my god, you never told me that you knew how to cook and I remembered that it has always been said that Alucard is a good cook, but what would happen if one day after patrolling the village, he arrived to see that his beautiful wife prepared lunch or dinner for him, Alucard deserves to be cared for and fed well after so much that has happened to him 🥺

A/N: I love Adrian Tepes with my entire being!!!! I want to dote on him forever!! ;; ty for the sweet fluff I love him. I was trying to keep this lighthearted and funsies hahas but somehow it got super serious and romantic gah ;A; I loved this and I hope you love it too mwuah

"Oh my god I didn't know you could cook" x Alucard

Days were getting longer, more sunlight shining through the sky for a few extra hours, for which Alucard was grateful. The attacks on the village were still steady, however he did less and less as time went on, the makeshift soldiers amongst the property becoming quite successful at fending for themselves. Of course, Alucard would still be around should anything drastic occur. This was his castle and within the walls, he had a duty to protect the people he’d invited into his home. Some days were harder for him though, mind always floating back to his pregnant wife that he’d leave throughout his patrols to care for the village. It pained him, but you’d always be there and shoo him away saying ‘we’re fine here, Adrian, go look after someone who needs it!’ with a wink and a bump of your hip. He was so grateful for you, for how patient you are with him, how loving and caring you are with all the children around the village--Alucard truly couldn’t have asked for a better life.

Even Trevor, the notoriously obnoxious (now father!) fighter had been reeled in, being put in his place one too many times by you and Sypha to poke and prod at him anymore. He was softer whenever you came around, in fear of another shoe being brought down on his head. (He said your ‘hormones would only get worse from here, careful Alucard’ with a snicker, before feeling the thud of a boot falling from the staircase above him. Frantic he looked up at you, to which you replied ‘I’ll show you hormones, Belmont!’ he never brought it up again.)

But now you’re seven months pregnant, and Alucard fears for your safety more and more. He wishes to be there, more present than he has been (you say he’s been present, he doesn’t feel it!) He thinks of the last moments before he walked out into the early morning light to patrol the village for the day, belly round and waddling to give him one last kiss at the door. He’s mentally drawn hearts around the picture in his mind, finishing up the patrol as quickly as he could. It was getting closer to dinner time, which means that he had to get home to cook you and the baby a meal! A few more loose conversations here and there, and he was off--back home to his doting wife and mother of his child.

“Sweetheart I’m--hm?” The mix of delicious aromas filled his senses, warmth in the castle emitting from the kitchen. This...is new. You’d never really made more than a few scrambled eggs in the morning, hastily scrounging something up before you went on your early patrols (before you were pregnant) and now he’s smelling what could be an entire holiday meal coming from the kitchen. Slowly he made his way, poking his head through the entryway and smiling at the sight: you with an apron (that barely fit! cute) tied at your back, plopping a few bowls and pots on the kitchen table that was set already for the both of you. Your hair was messy, tied back in a ribbon and your brows scrunched, probably trying to get everything perfect. But you were happy, he could tell: the smile on your face gave it away. He knocked on the wall as to not startle you, “darling, what are you doing?”

You let out a small gasp, too concentrated at the task at hand to realize you were being watched. Your cheeks grew warm, smiling at your lover. “I made you dinner.” How simple of a statement, as if it was a normal ordeal. You had side dishes amongst dishes, a few desserts even littered around and-- “do you have a roast in the oven?” You nodded, sheepishly. “Ah, yes, about that--can you help me take it out?” You barely got the question out before it was hoisted out and gingerly placed on the table. “How on earth did you even get this in here...where did you--”

“--Well actually the nice neighbors helped me bring it back from the market, and placed it in the oven for me once I was done seasoning it.”

Ah, that explains a lot.

“I didn’t even know you knew how to make a roast.” he mumbled to himself with a smile and you gasped, his smile growing larger. “You never let me in the kitchen!” You rebutted, tease evident in your tone. “Now go get cleaned up, it’s time for dinner.”

The dinner was the most delicious meal he’d ever have in his life. A display of cured meats, cheeses, fruits and soups as appetizers, the most tender roast that fell right off the fork with vegetables as the main course, and a variety of sweets--from chocolate to cheesecake to berry pies-- for dessert, Alucard couldn’t believe you did all of this in one day (you had to remind him he was gone for nearly twelve hours today). He took a bite of the roast, and audibly moaned. “Oh my god, you never told me you could cook” he would have been embarrassed if it weren’t for the fact that he was eating the most delectable meal of his life. You simply huffed a laugh, taking a bite of your own dinner, “I never told you I couldn’t.”

Cheeky little minx.

“Besides, you’re always taking care of me and doting on me, Adrian.”

“It’s what I should be doing as a loving husband. You’re growing and feeding our child, sweetheart.”

You shook your head with a small smile. “I meant even before the baby, and you know it. Since the beginning of our relationship you’ve always cooked for me, taken care of me, done any silly little thing I’ve asked of you. But I fear I don’t tell you enough that I love you. Really, I love you, Adrian. I don’t think I could ever live a life without you in it.” He sat in silence, surprise splayed on his features. “And, I want to do the same for you. I want to cook for you, and take care of you, and do every silly little thing you ask of me. So I started with dinner, and we’ll go from there.”

Alucard felt a tear roll down his face, wiping away with shock. When had he started crying? He knows you love him, he’s always known that. He can tell in the way you speak to him, speak about him, the way you look at him. You remind him every day in your words and actions. But...the way you’re speaking to him now, and seeing you so pregnant with his baby, well he didn’t realize how much those words would mean to him until right now. You held out your hand to his, thumb sliding over the back of his hand. No words needed to be exchanged right now, just soft smiles and light touches.

He loved you, with everything in his heart. And he’d show you every day more and more.

#milk writes #adrian tepes #alucard #alucard x reader #castlevania #adrian tepes x reader #alucard tepes x reader #castlevania (2017)#milk flufftober #alucard my beloved

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prettyinpurplelights · 1 year

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This song is literally this whole series summed up give it a listen if you’d like x

It was your first full day off in a few weeks where you hadn’t a single thing to do and you were very glad there was no obligation to get out of bed before noon. Louis Vuitton had thrown you straight into the deep end, since they knew you were capable from your past experience with them during your internship. This meant countless meetings and store visits, as well as fittings and shoots. You were grateful that they immediately put you so far up the ladder in terms of responsibility, thankful for the fact you weren’t just the coffee runner, but it had been extremely tiring to say the least. You’d finally gotten the hang of it now, finding a way to balance everything so you weren’t running around like a headless chicken, and you wouldn’t have to leave your house seven days a week in order to get all your work done before the deadlines. However, the process of doing so had stretched you thin. Pairing that with the fact you and Mia had to unpack, decorate and go furniture shopping amongst other things had worn you out completely. Kylian and Elliot had been really helpful though, doing all the heavy lifting and assembling so you and Mia could focus on reducing the number of cardboard boxes crowding your apartment to zero. Sometime earlier in the week, you had crushed your last cardboard box under your feet, you and Mia throwing it into the recycling chute ceremonially as you could finally say that you were officially Parisians. It made your lie in today that much sweeter, knowing that you could stay in bed all day if you wanted to, since there was absolutely nothing waiting for you to do once you decided to get out of it.

So when your phone rang at 8am, you completely ignored it, burrowing further into the thick quilt as you brought it around your chin. It rang again a minute later and you still refused to acknowledge it, whoever it was would just have to wait until you felt like being sociable. You scooted over, nearer to your bedside table, to pick up the device and put it on do not disturb when it pinged, a text flashing at the top of the screen just before you could.

Y/N pick up the phone please!! Emergency! 😩🙏🏿

Are you dying? You typed out quickly, rolling your eyes.

No.

Is your apartment on fire?

No.

Did you lose your job?

What?? No.

Then leave me the fuck alone to sleep Kylian.

Please, I need your help. I’m gonna call again, please answer 🥺

Of course, if anyone had to be inconsiderate and spoil your perfect plan of being lazy today, it was going to be him. You picked up on the third ring, holding the phone to your ear as you moved to roll onto your back. You stared at the ceiling, trying to come up with ways of torturing Kylian for ruining your day and waking you up before noon.

“Hello, Y/N. Good morning. How are you?” You could hear the hesitancy in his voice as he spoke, nervous; you could tell because he was speaking so formally. It was kind of funny, and if you weren’t slightly pissed at him, you’d laugh because you knew he was scared about how you’d react to him waking you up. He knew you weren’t a morning person so he’d have to have a pretty good reason as to why he was calling this early. You don’t give an answer to his question, just to get under his skin a little more and also because you were halfway conscious, your brain still hadn’t fully woken up yet.

“You’re going to make me work for it huh?” He said after realising you weren’t going to say a word.

“Hmm.” You replied.

“Yeah you know what, lemme just cut to it, I’m really sorry to wake you up so early, I know it’s your off day. But I really need your help. Please.”

“And you couldn’t ask anyone else?”

“Achraf’s taken his boys to Disneyland, Elliot’s got some sort of training course today and Ethan’s a little shit who said no before I’d even asked.”

“And what makes you think I’m going to say yes to whatever you’re going to say next?”

“Because you love kids? And you love me?”

“Spit it out Ky.”

“Jirés is literally on his way right now to drop off Isayah and Lana, he asked me to watch them for the day last week and I completely forgot that it’s actually today. I need your help to entertain them, I don’t know what I’m going to do with them for a whole entire day.” He groaned; he sounded very stressed out and in that moment, you sort of felt bad for him.

“You’re so lucky your niece and nephew are two of the most adorable kids in the world.” You heard him release the breath you didn’t realise he was holding, letting out a huge sigh.

“I owe you Y/N.”

“Big fucking time.”

“I’ll be there within the hour.” You hung up, dropping the phone on the bed and you sighed loudly yourself. You dragged your body out of bed into the shower, the piping hot water helping you to wake up and feel a little less tired. You decided to wear your baby blue Juicy co-ord tracksuit, something you could move around freely in just in case Isayah and Lana were not the type of kids who liked to sit around doing nothing. You hadn’t seen them since they were born, which was quite a few years ago, so you’re not even sure they’d remember you. You were just finishing up your mug of tea when you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey!” You smiled, opening the door to see Kylian with Lana standing behind him, her arm wrapped around his thigh as she peeked shyly around his leg. Isayah stood by his side, Kylian hand resting on his shoulder.

“Come on guys,” he ushered them into your apartment, mouthing a thank you as you closed the door behind them. They had made their way to the sofa in your living room, perched on the edge, their little legs barely touching the floor. You squatted so you were eye level with them.

“You guys probably don’t remember me, my name is Y/N, I met you when you were tiny little babies.”

“She’s Elliot’s sister.” Kylian added and Isayah smiled at you, now he knew you were linked to two people he liked, you couldn’t be too bad of a person. But Lana still looked slightly scared of you, and you didn’t blame her, you were technically a complete stranger. You noticed she was carrying a small blue unicorn teddy, and an idea came to mind.

“Do you like unicorns Lana?” You asked gently and she nodded, the ghost of a smile flashing across her face.

“Me too! What’s your unicorn’s name?”

“Lola.” She spoke softly.

“That’s a lovely name. I have a unicorn too, his name is Twilight. Do you and Lola want to meet him?”

She nodded again, more eagerly this time and your heart swelled a little, glad she was warming up to you more now.

“I’ll go and get him.”

“Isayah, stay with your sister, I’ll be back.” You heard Kylian say before his steps grew louder as he entered the room with you.

“You still have Twilight?” He asked as he flopped back first onto your bed, grabbing the teddy from behind his head and throwing it to you.

You caught the toy, fond memories of your childhood coming back to you as you ran your hand over the soft black fur.

“He’s my best friend, I can never get rid of him.”

“Y/N he’s like a billion years old, you’ve had him since I’ve known you.” He laughed, shuffling further up the mattress so he was lying down completely now.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” You stretched your free arm towards him, shoving his leg. “And get your nasty shoes off my bed.”

He angled himself so his feet dangled off the bed instead, his arms bent at a right angle as he used his elbows to support his weight while he sat up slightly.

“Half his rhinestones are missing, his horn is more grey than it is white, you don’t think it’s time to get rid of him?”

You gasped dramatically, your hands coming to cover Twilight’s ears as you frowned at Kylian playfully.

“Don’t listen to him Twilight. Ky is just jealous because you’re my number one guy.”

“I’m not jealous of a stuffed unicorn, be fucking serious.” He rolled his eyes. “Twilight can’t do half the things I can do.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

You honestly hadn’t meant for the question to sound suggestive, at all but from the way Kylian was looking at you, chin slightly raised, his eyes almost as if they were closed so you could only see the dark of his pupils, and a smirk on his lips so small you were probably imagining it, you wondered if perhaps it had come out more suggestive than you had intended. You’d been spending a lot of time together recently since you’d moved to Paris, and in good fashion, as your heart liked to toy with you from time to time, your feelings for him had arisen again causing a problem for you. It had been so much easier when you were at opposite ends of the country, and barely talked and you had your own boyfriend to distract you and keep your mind off of Kylian and his stupid pouty lips and his mischievous eyes and ridiculously large thighs, his boyish smile with those goddamn dimples and goofy nature and the way he seemed to know what you were thinking before you did. To be honest, most of the time you spent with him, Mia and Elliot were there also, a buffer you were very grateful for, but even in those moments, there were times when it felt like it was just the two of you alone. Times when you’d feel the burn of Kylian’s gaze on the back of your neck, or his hand lingering a little too long when they accidentally brushed along your waist, his hugs a bit tighter than you’d remembered them to be in the 16 or so years you’ve known him. You didn’t want to think anything of it, for all you knew, he and Renée were still dating. They hadn’t been spotted for a while in public but that didn’t mean they weren’t still together, just low-key. Since he may have suggested they had gotten back together after your graduation, you hadn’t asked him anything further about it, she wasn’t a topic the both of you frequented, ever. You tended to steer clear of any relationship talk since he had Elliot for that and you, Mia. And frankly, you personally didn’t want to hear anything about it either. You were probably imagining the tension and misconstruing Kylian’s intentions, hence why you tried to avoid spending any time alone with him for too long, fearing one of these days, your heart will win over your head and you’ll do something the both of you would regret.

Again.

“Have you guys eaten?” You asked, desperate to change the conversation and hoping he didn’t notice.

“Nah,” He shrugged, standing up and walking over to you. “I was going to take them to McDonald’s for breakfast.”

“Kylian, you can’t take them to McDonald’s at 9 in the morning.”

“Why not?”

He rounded the bed, almost directly in front of you and you bolted for the door instead, mumbling something about showing Twilight to Lana. The room had gotten stuffier the closer he got to you, the walls were beginning to close in and you felt you had to escape, quickly. You’re starting to regret the day already, not knowing how much longer you can survive spending time alone with him. Entering the living room, you held out the toy in front of you, Lana eyes growing wide as she smiled.

“Twilight, meet Lana and Lola.” You handed the toy to the little girl and she seemed so pleased, you were glad you could make her that little bit more comfortable around you.

“Jirés said she’s been grumpy all week because she’s missing Melissa. Even seeing me this morning couldn’t get her to smile like that.” Kylian suddenly appeared next to you, his warm breath brushing your ear as he whispered. You jumped, squealing as you punched his arm mid-sentence, moving back from him.

“You know I hate being creeped up on.” You tried your best to ignore the heat rising up towards your cheeks, willing them to go back down. Maybe they could burn the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach instead.

“Sorry. Just can’t believe she’s happier seeing that toy more than she was seeing me.”

“Twilight 2, Kyky 0.” You smirked.

“Shut the fu-“ He stopped himself looking down at Lana and Isayah who were conversing amongst themselves, not paying him any attention at all. “Just shut up.”

“Hmmm, I was going to say we make pancakes for breakfast but since you want to be so rude, you can get none.”

You crouched down in front of the two young children again, grabbing their attention.

“What do you think guys, should we make some pancakes and give none to Kylian?” They laughed and nodded excitedly.

“Lana? Isayah? You’re going to leave me out like that?” Kylian clutched his chest, feigning hurt and he stumbled backwards, making his niece and nephew laugh even harder.

“Maybe you can have one.” Lana said.

“Just one?” Kylian wiggled his fingers in front of them, slowly sneaking up on them like the grinch. They knew what was coming, and jumped up on the sofa, cowering away from him in one of the corners. “Maybe if I tickle you, it’ll change your mind.” He added, before leaping on them. The sound of their sweet childish laughters filled the room as Kylian tickled them mercilessly.

“Uncle Kyky, wait!! Please.” They tried but he carried on, and you watched on fondly. He was a good uncle to them, he would talk to you about his niece and nephew often, you felt like you knew them personally too. You knew he was very protective over them, and loved them a lot, and it was nice to see how much they adored and trusted him also.

Kylian would make a great dad, you were thinking, an alternate perfect life playing out in your head where the both of you were completely honest with each other, and from that honesty, the birth of a relationship, one that progressed naturally and ended up with you and him and your kids, a dog, white picket fence, the works. You were totally lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise the noise had stopped and the three of them were now looking at you.

“Uhh…what’s going on?” You asked, blinking away your silly pipe dreams, your wishful thoughts disappearing in an invisible cloud of wistful smoke.

“Well Lana mentioned not giving me any pancakes was actually your idea,” Kylian started, rising from the sofa. “So, I think we have to tickle you too.”

“Oh…” You backed up, towards the door, as Kylian and his niece and nephew neared you. “Guys…oh come on. Lana?? I thought we were friends!”

She giggled, shrugging her shoulders.

“Get her!” Isayah shouted before all three of them charged at you, giving you barely any time to escape to the kitchen. There must be something in the Mbappé family because they were all so fast, catching up to you in no time, Isayah and Lana tickling your sides while Kylian held your arms together so you couldn’t fight them off.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You half pleaded, although it didn’t sound very genuine because you couldn’t control your laughter.

“What do you think guys, should we stop?” Kylian looked down at them after a few minutes of their tickling assault, and they nodded.

“My arms are tired now anyways.” Isayah said.

“And I wanna play with Lola and Twilight, come Isayah.” Lana took his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen, leaving you and Kylian alone. He watched them turn the corner into your lounge before spinning his head around again to look you straight in the eye. There was a shift in the atmosphere, the playful vibe disappearing entirely, a more serious one replacing it as his eyes stayed fixed on yours. Holding eye contact is something that always made you nervous, you could only maintain it for a few seconds before you had to look away, and with someone like Kylian, the butterflies that fluttered into existence when his eyes bore into yours made it so much harder. Your eyes fell from his, and only then did you notice his hands were still wrapped around your wrists.

“Ky.”

“Hmm?” You could still feel his eyes on you and you wished you could free your hands to cover your face, it felt so hot, you wondered if he could feel the heat radiating from your cheeks, since his face was hardly a few centimetres from yours, his body practically leaning against yours.

“My hands.” He had them trapped either side of you in his tight grip and there was no way you were getting free unless he loosened them.

“Why do you run away whenever we’re alone together?” Your head snapped up, your eyes meeting again as your brain processed his question.

Shit, he noticed?

“You didn’t think I’d notice?” He asked, reading your thoughts as though you’d pasted them on your forehead in big bright neon letters. You needed him to get out of your head. Out of your heart, your thoughts, your very being.

“W…what?” It all felt too close and intimate, there was barely an inch of space between the two of you, so your words came out in small hushed tones, although you felt like you needed to shout, because there was no way he could possibly hear you over the thunderous beating of your heart.

“You bolted earlier, in your bedroom.” His hands were still around yours, his palm burning against the skin of your wrists, almost as though he was branding you. Funny that, because according to the imprint he’d made on your heart you’d been unable to rid yourself off for the last decade, you'd basically been branded his since you were 11.

“Ky, let go of me, please.”

He wasn’t actually hurting you, but this whole thing was making you uncomfortable, you didn’t want to admit anything to him, you wanted an out, a change of subject, fast.

“Answer my question Y/N.”

“We have to make breakfast-“

“You’re deflecting.”

“Kylian we had dinner a few weeks ago alone, I didn’t go anywhere.”

“You’ve been shying away from me since then.” He kept pressing, it didn’t seem like he was going to let you go anytime soon. You prayed for a distraction of some sort, something, someone to get you out of this.

“If I was avoiding you, I would’ve hung up on you this morning. We wouldn’t be here together right now.”

“Y/N if I wasn’t holding onto you right now, you’d have been out of that door.”

He was absolutely right, and you were surprised he’d noticed your behaviour around him recently, you thought you’d been quite subtle with it.

“Uncle Kyky?”

You had opened your mouth to feed him another obvious lie, when Isayah walked into the kitchen, and you closed your eyes, silently thanking the gods for answering your prayer. Kylian turned to face him, and you managed to free yourself from his grasp while he was distracted by Isayah, grateful to the little boy for his perfect timing.

“When are we gonna make the pancakes, we’re hungry.” He pouted.

“Go and get Lana, we’ll do it now.”

“Yes!” Isayah leapt up with his fist in the air before running out of the kitchen again, yelling Lana’s name.

You busied yourself with getting out a mixing bowl and a frying pan for the pancakes purposely; they were at the other end of the kitchen, far from Kylian so you could pretend you couldn’t feel his gaze practically burning holes in the back of your zip-up hoodie. You were surprised you didn’t spontaneously burst into flames. It was silent apart from the clatter of your pots and pans as you pulled out the frying pan and got to work preparing breakfast. You didn’t look at Kylian once as you told him where to find specific ingredients, ignored the fluttering in your stomach when his hand lingered on top of yours when he passed you the milk from the fridge. You focused on Isayah and Lana, helping them to mix everything and flip the pancakes, Kylian watching on affectionately, you completely unaware as you thought he was staying away for a completely different reason. He eventually joined in, and the atmosphere had gone back to the playful one as the four of you decorated your pancakes with fruit and syrup and tons of whipped cream. Surprisingly, the kids had managed to not mess themselves up too much, and had now ran back to the living room again to carry on playing, leaving you and Kylian to clear up alone, again.

“What did you have in mind to do with them today?” You asked, quick to start a conversation, focus the topic on the day instead, leaving no room for Kylian to bring up anything else.

“I’m not too sure, I was thinking the zoo?”

“Oh my gosh!” You leapt up, thinking of something to do and getting a little too excited about it, startling Kylian.

“Jesus Y/N, I almost dropped the mixing bowl.”

“Sorry! But I just got an idea, you remember that farm yemma used to take us to? The one where you get to ride on the horses!”

“And Elliot fell in that pile of horse shit!” He remembered, laughing as the memory replayed in his mind.

“That was hilarious, he was so mad we refused to walk with him the rest of the tour.” You laughed together for a while at the thought of 7 year old Elliot covered in manure. He was so angry that day because you and Kylian kept cracking jokes.

“What do you think? Isayah and Lana would love that right?” You asked once the both of you had calmed down. He cocked his head towards the door and smiled.

“Why don’t you go and find out?”

—————-

“This is so cool! Uncle Kyky I’m a cowboy!” Isayah shouted, grinning as he rode the horse around the large pen, his long fluffy curls blowing about his face as he waved his hands in the air. Kylian looked at him through the camera, taking a video to later send to Jirés (and keep for himself also).

“Yeehaw!” Kylian yelled, causing Isayah to break out into fits of giggles before he shouted it back. You had just returned from feeding and petting the chicks with Lana’s hand in yours. After hours touring the entire farm, Isayah had wanted to try the horse riding but for Lana, they were too big, and gave her quite the fright, so you offered to do something else with her which she would be more comfortable with, and you’d both had a great time with the chicks.

“He’s really enjoying that isn’t he?” You asked as you joined Kylian outside the pen, standing by his right side.

“Having the time of his life.” He smiled at you before looking down at Lana.

“Woaaah what are you wearing Lana?”

“You like it?” She took the lollipop out of her mouth to smile a toothless grin, showing off her yellow chick beanie you’d gotten her from the gift shop after she’d begged you to. You couldn’t say no to her, she was just too cute so you’d bought it for her, the both of you picking out a tractor for Isayah also.

“I love it, you look very pretty cherie.”

“We got you one too Uncle Kyky! Surprise!” Lana pulled her hand from behind her, revealing a beanie exactly like the one on her head, but in a bright shade of red instead.

“Oh! Nice!” You sniggered at Kylian’s very fake enthusiastic response under your breath, as he took the hat from his niece and pulled it over his head. You took your green one out of your pocket and wore it too.

“Y/N, these are hideous.” He whispered to you, low so Lana couldn’t hear you, his eyes still trained on Ishaya as he was nearing the end of his ride. The little girl had long let go of your hand, busy trying to climb the wooden fence of the pen so she could hang on with her two feet resting on the lower plank as she watched her brother.

“I know, but she was so excited about all of us matching.”

“So this is your fault.”

“Really? We’re doing this again?” You stepped back from him so you could look at him fully, raising your eyebrow. What you didn’t expect was for Kylian’s hand to find it way to the small of your back, pulling you towards him so his lips could hover near your ear.

“I don’t think tickling will cut it this time, I might have to find some other way to punish you.” You couldn’t help the way your knees buckled slightly at his words, he was like a hot grill, you were a mere cube of ice, put the ice anywhere near that grill and it was bound to melt, a perfectly normal and expected reaction.

“Ky come on.” You tried to reason with him, your head begging you to find the strength to fight your heart and body which wanted nothing more than to lean even more into his touch and flirt back.

“What?” He widened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence while his hand had still not left the dip just above your butt, neither had he made any move to put some space between the two of you.

“You know what you’re doing, you can’t…I cant…you have a gir-“ The words that were struggling to leave your mouth were suddenly cut off by Isayah running towards the three of you, having finally finished his ride.

“Y/N! Did you see me??” You pulled yourself away from Kylian hurriedly, as though you’d been caught by your parents with his hand down the front of your jeans. You tugged the gate open so Isayah could come out of the pen; he was bouncing up and down excitedly.

“Of course little man, you were like a cowboy! Did you enjoy yourself?”

“It was so fun!”

“And look, Lana and I got you a tractor and a hat like ours so we can all match!” You smiled as Isayah pulled the green hat over his head.

“Can I go on the horse again?”

“Maybe next time, it’s getting late and we have a long drive back home eh?” Kylian said as he fell into step with you, Lana and Isayah, heading towards where you’d parked the car.

“Promise?” Isayah pouted.

“Promise.” Kylian held out his hand, and Ishaya took it, the both of them doing some sort of secret handshake before he lifted the little boy off the ground and put him on his shoulders.

“Isayah you’re riding Uncle Kyky now!” Lana laughed, and you pulled out your phone to capture the moment quickly, all of you with your matching hats and equally matching smiles. You picked Lana up, settling her on your hip so she was at a similar height to you all, allowing her to fit into the picture as you flipped into selfie mode and held your phone up and took the pictures.

“Send that to me later.”

“Hmmm mm.” You replied to Kylian, scrolling through the pictures you’d just snapped.

“Beautiful family!” You hadn’t even seen the older lady appear in front you, her hands clasped to the side of her face as she beamed at the four of you.

“Your husband no?” She pointed to Kylian before cupping her hand over her mouth to whisper to you, although it was definitely loud enough for him to hear too, likely deliberate on her part. “Very handsome.”

“Uh, thank you.” You laughed nervously, not sure how to react so you just let her believe it, hoping she’d be satisfied enough and be on her way.

“Here take, for the pretty girls.” She pulled two flowers out of the basket she was holding, placing one behind yours and Lana’s ear.

“What do you say Lana?” Kylian prompted, and the girl laid her head on your shoulder shyly, before saying thank you.

“Of course. Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too.” You replied before she went back on her way.

“Uncle Kyky are you and Y/N like mummy and daddy?” Isayah asked as Kylian was helping him to settle into his seat in the car.

“Hmm?”

“That lady, she said husband. People call daddy mummy’s husband sometimes too.” You had just strapped Lana into her car seat and were about to slip into the passenger seat yourself when you heard his question, your breath catching in your throat as you started to cough. Kylian’s eyes met yours in the mirror above the dashboard as you tried to control your coughing.

“Uh, no, Y/N and I are not like your parents. Now come on, let me buckle you in so we can hurry. Who wants McDonald’s on the way home?”

“ME! ME! ME!” Isayah and Lana sang in unison, his query long forgotten at the mention of a potential Happy Meal and you were grateful for the change of subject once again. As much as you’d enjoyed yourself today, especially with Kylian’s niece and nephew, you couldn’t wait for the day to finally be over, to be back home in your own bed and hopefully not think at all about the other things that transpired today. Kylian slid into the driver’s seat and you purposely avoided his eyes, choosing to look out of the window instead as he pulled out of the parking lot onto the winding country roads.

——-

“Y/N.” You felt a hand on your shoulder, rocking you gently, the voice accompanying it just as soft. “Y/N, wake up.”

“Hmmm.” You groaned as you stirred, rubbing your eyes. You didn’t even realise you’d fallen asleep, lifting your head from the car window, a dull ache in your neck due to your awkward position.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“No, it’s okay,” Kylian reassured you. “You seemed really tired, even Jirés didn’t want to wake you when he picked the kids up.”

“Oh they’re gone already?” You turned your head and sure enough, the back seats were completely empty. “I didn’t even get to say bye.” You pouted.

“They fell asleep too. There was no point in waking either of you, Jirés was already here waiting for them.”

“Here…” You finally took in your surroundings, registering the fact you weren’t even in your neighbourhood, let alone outside your apartment.

“We’re uh, we’re outside my apartment.” Kylian said, answering your silent question. “I kinda wanted to ask you something?”

You turned to face him. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose was twitching, you could tell he was trying his best to not show he was nervous. You wondered what was on his mind.

“Uh…so the nominees for this year’s Ballon d’or get released soon, and I was wondering if you’d um, want to come up with me and um, I don’t know, stay with me until they’re out?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him look this terrified, considering he had been nominated for the award four times before already, climbing higher and higher on the list with each passing year. But maybe there was something different about this year, you didn’t know, you weren’t really a big football fan, you didn’t follow Kylian’s career closely. Of course you supported him unconditionally, and had been to a couple of his games, but the rules and everything about the game went straight over your head, relying mainly on Elliot and Google to give you updates. Now in this moment, he was seeking your support, and you didn’t want to let him down, despite not having a good feeling about the two of you being alone together with absolutely no one to provide a distraction should you need one.

“Come on,” You opened the car door, stepping out and shutting it as you walked around the vehicle to stand in front of the glass doors leading to the lobby. “Let's go up.”

He smiled at you, a warm and genuine smile, handing his keys to the valet as you both made your way up to his apartment. The ride in the elevator was silent, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t wasn’t awkward. You were glad to finally make it to his apartment.

“What time are the nominees released?” You asked kicking your shoes off at the door.

“8:30.”

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, settling on his sofa. You’d only been here once since you moved to Paris, very briefly with Mia and Elliot; the four of you tended to hang out at Elliot’s place most of the time.

“Okay so five minutes.”

“You want a glass of wine?” Kylian appeared at the entrance to the lounge, a dark green bottle in his hand.

“Red? You hate red wine.”

“I know, but you like it.”

“So you just have red wine lying around? For me?”

He shrugged as if it was a completely normal thing to do, have things in your house that you’re always in, but you don’t like for someone else who has only been here once.

“I also have those frozen kimchi gyozas you like if you’re hungry.”

“You said they taste like rubber.”

“They do, I much prefer them fresh. But you seem to like them so much.”

“Do you also have-“

“Milky bars and Oreo’s in the pantry even though both things are completely disgusting. And Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla Pecan Blondie in my freezer, though I still can’t understand why you want to mix nuts and ice-cream.”

You were at a loss of words, wondering why he had kept all these things in his apartment when you had only been there once.

“Kylian…” You started, but didn’t know how to finish your sentence. You weren’t sure what words should follow, what you should say to him, how to say it to him. He scratched the back of his neck, as he set the bottle on the coffee table in front of you, coming to sit down on the other end of the couch.

“It’s not that deep Y/N, don’t make a big deal of it.” He mumbled, and you suddenly felt a bit stupid for thinking it had a deeper meaning. Friends do stuff like this for each other all the time, clearly.

“Right. Yeah.” You tried not to sound too deflated, leaning across onto the table to grab your phone instead, to remind you of why you’re really in his apartment.

“It’s 8:30. Let’s just get through this huh?”

“Okay,” He nodded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, completely ignoring the change in your tone of voice. You googled the Ballon D’or nominees for 2022, clicking on the first article that came up, posted a few seconds ago. You read through the list of names listed in alphabetical order slowly as you scrolled, getting closer to the section labelled “M” when you saw his name, and despite how you were feeling towards him at that moment in time, you couldn’t help the excited squeal that left your lips.

“Good squeal?” He opened one eye, peering at you.

“KY YOU MADE THE LIST!” You couldn’t help yourself again, you jumped into his arms, yours wrapping around his shoulders as you could feel his smile grow wider along your neck. He held you so tight, whispering “oh my god” as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“This is your year Ky, I’m so proud of you.” You pulled away smiling at him, as his eyes bore into yours.

You could’ve been staring at each other for 10 minutes or 10 years, you hadn’t a clue, all you knew is one minute your eyes were fixed on each other and the next, Kylian’s lips were fixed on yours. It came so fast and hard, you hadn’t expected it at all, his mouth swallowing your gasp as his hands caged your face. Your head lost the battle this time, your heart and body rejoicing as you chose to lean into him instead of push him away, causing him to lie back on the sofa so your legs were straddling him, your body flush on top of his. His hands ran down your back and around your side to find the zip of your hoodie, pulling it down so you could free yourself from it. You leaned back, pulling both the hoodie and the tank top you were wearing over your head and onto the floor. Kylian got rid of his t-shirt too, his toned chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he watched you hover above him with eyes glazed over with lust and lips slightly swollen. His hands then gripped onto your bare waist, setting your body on fire as he sat up, one of his arms wrapping around your back. Your lips were back on each others in an instant, the kiss hot and heavy as he pushed his tongue into your mouth and you gladly welcomed him, the pads of your fingers gripping onto the skin behind his head. Your hips rotated involuntarily and you felt his grunt in the back of your throat as he bit your lip.

“Fuck…Y/N.”

You pulled your lips apart with a pop, leaning your forehead against his as you continued your movements, unable to get enough of him. He pushed down on your hips, so you could feel him more through your trousers, and you couldn’t help the loud moan that left you, the added pressure turning your insides to mush.

“You’re going to kill me.” He whispered through ragged breaths, his lips dancing along your neck. “I need you.”

You don’t know what switched but you suddenly remembered where you were, and who you were with, like someone had poured a barrel of water over you. You came to your senses, and you jumped from his embrace, knocking back into coffee table and almost falling over, but Kylian managed to catch you last minute, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Jesus Y/N are you trying to split your head open on my table?” He tried to pull you back towards him but you peeled his arms away, stepping back.

“Y/N? Did I do something wrong?” He reached out for you again and you shook your head, your arms coming to cover your chest.

“Kylian you have a girlfriend.”

“I have a what?”

“God, we shouldn’t have done that. I’m gonna go.” You bent to pick up your tank top but he grabbed onto the other end, so now it was taut between the two of you as he wasn’t letting go.

“Kylian stop it.”

“Y/N stop it.” He mimicked you, but there wasn’t a smirk or anything playful about his reply. He looked very serious.

“I’m not playing games Ky, you have a fucking girlfriend what’s not clicking?”

“We broke up.”

“And you’ll get back together tomorrow. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“No we won't, I haven't spoken to her in 2 weeks.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before. You’ve been broken up like 6 times. Or maybe the media lies.”

“You keep tabs on my relationships?” He smirked this time and you wanted to reach over and pull his lips right off his face, you had no idea how he managed to find the humour in this situation when it absolutely wasn’t funny in the slightest.

“I’m not doing this again with you Kylian. Give me back my top, please.” You ignored his comment, pissed that he somehow found this funny, when you infact felt kind of sick about it. You don’t regret kissing him, but you absolutely didn’t want to feel like you were getting in the way of something or being the other woman or just another rebound.

“Renee and I are done for good Y/N.” You were still rooted to your spot, unsure of whether to believe him or not. You’d been in this position before, one where you’d let yourself be vulnerable for him but he had your heart ripped out of your chest and left it in tatters right in front of you anyway.

“I’m not going to hurt you again, I promise.” He said again when he noticed you still hadn’t moved towards him, stepping closer to you. You didn’t move back from him or walk away either, so he took it as permission to close in around you, his hands taking yours as he brought it to his lips.

“I want you. I always have.” You still refused to look at him so he released one of your hands, holding your chin between his forefinger and thumb instead as he lifted your face so you had no choice but to meet his eyes.

“I can’t even begin to explain when but it’s always been you Y/N.” His voice was lower now but it felt like he was screaming it, it was so silent in the room. Apart from his hushed voice, all you could hear were your breaths and rapidly beating heart.

His eyes seemed genuine, they were soft, and searching yours, waiting for an answer.

“Ky…” You were scared, scared to give your heart again to someone who had already possessed it for so long and brought you so much pain without even realising it. Who knows what he could do now he knows he actually has it, right there in the palm of his hand.

“I know.” He responded, reading your thoughts like you’d projected them on the jumbotron. It made you wonder, how all of these years, you’d both gotten it so wrong, especially him, knowing you as well as he did.

“But I’m here now.” His hand skimmed your face, stopping on the left side where his thumb stroked gently along the angle of your cheekbone.

“We have so much to talk about.” You whispered.

“Do you want to talk right now?” You didn’t even know when but his face had gradually gravitated towards yours, so much so that his lips brushed against yours lightly with every word he spoke. So much had happened between the two of you over the course of your friendship, so many unspoken words and half finished sentences that you really needed to fucking finish, but right now in this moment, it felt like it didn’t matter, that bridge could be crossed tomorrow, you just wanted him, to finally have him.

Yours.

You shook your head.

“Kiss me Kylian.”

————

You awoke the next morning to the feeling of kisses being pressed into your neck, Kylian’s arms wrapped around your midriff tightly.

“Do you not know how to sleep past 8am?” You groaned, spinning in his arms so you were now facing him, your eyes fluttering open as he lifted his head, moving from your neck so you were both looking at each other.

“To be honest, this is probably the best sleep I’ve had in months. You should sleep over more often.”

“Maybe I’ll sleep on the couch next time.”

“It’s big enough for the both of us.”

“Who said you’d be joining me?” You teased, a small smile on your lips. He flung his leg over yours as he shifted to lie on top of you, his entire body weight resting against yours as he clung unto you.

“You’re never getting rid of me Y/N.” He said with his face buried in your neck as his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“Get off me you big baby, I can’t breathe.” You pushed against his bare shoulders with your hands and he lifted his body so he was leaning on his palms, which were either side of your head as his eyes met yours.

“Good morning.” He mumbled, his eyes flicking down towards your lips before he looked back up at you.

“Good morning.” You whispered back, barely able to get the words out as his lips fell onto yours, brief but very sweet. You felt like you could kiss him all day. You were about to chase his lips with yours when he pulled away but you were interrupted by the loud grumble of his stomach.

“Someone’s hungry.” You laughed, Kylian rolling off you as you sat up.

“Well someone wore me out last night. Didn’t know you were so insatiable Y/N.”

You blushed, bringing the quilt up to cover your cheeks as they heated up.

“Don’t be shy, that wasn’t a complaint.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek before standing up from the bed, walking over to his wardrobe.

“I’m going to go and get us some croissants and coffee from the bakery across from the street.” He added, pulling some clothes out of the closet and putting them on. Your head was resting against the cushioned headboard as you watched him, his back flexing when he pushed his arms through his jumper. He caught you watching in the mirror in front of him with your bottom lip between your teeth and he smirked.

“Like what you see?” You made eye contact through the mirror and there was a brief moment of silence before you tore your eyes away, unable to hold his for any longer as you felt a knot in your stomach starting to tie. You picked up the pillow behind your head instead, throwing it at him, the tension in the room lifting slightly, the both of you laughing as it bounced off the back of his head.

“Shut up.” You muttered as he walked back over to you.

“I’ll be very quick. Make yourself at home.”

“I’m gonna get dressed anyways, I have to leave soon, I gotta be at work in a couple of hours.” His lips instantly turned up into a pout, hating the thought of you leaving so soon. Your eyes zeroed in on his lips, the pinkness and puffiness of them looking incredibly inviting.

“You can’t call in sick?”

You were itching desperately to kiss him again.

“Hello? Y/N?” You didn’t even realise you’d zoned out until he was clicking his fingers in your face, a smile on his lips as you blinked and shook your head.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You asked.

“First my back and arms, now my lips, I'm starting to think you only see me as a piece of lean, sexy, brown skinned meat just for your pleasure.”

“You want me to bring up what you said to me last night, when my leg was over your shoulder and you were bal-?”

“Alright, alright, I get it. Touché. Let’s move on huh?” He interrupted, laughing as you nodded in agreement.

“Sounds like a great idea. So you were saying?”

“I was asking if you can call in sick for work today. I don’t want you to go.”

“If I could, I would believe me, but we have an important meeting today, we all have to be there.”

“Okay so I can come over after you finish then?”

“And have Mia’s nosy ass in our business? Absolutely not. The only reason she hasn’t blown up my phone is because she’s still not back from her research project in Normandy so she doesn’t even know I didn’t sleep at home last night. I want us to talk over everything, properly, figure out whatever,” You wave your hands in the small space between the both of you. “This is, before it even goes that far. I’ll come here straight after work instead, okay?”

He nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips, giving you exactly what you’d been craving.

“But you’ll stay for breakfast this morning at least?”

“Sure,” you replied, kissing him again (you really couldn’t get enough of his lips, this could be a major problem) before he left the apartment. You fell back in the bed with a sigh, thinking about the events that had transpired the previous night. If anyone had told you that morning, that in 24 hours, you’d end up in Kylian’s bed, in an entirely non platonic way, you definitely would’ve pointed them in the direction of the nearest asylum because they’d have had to have been deluded out of their minds. But apparently, you hadn’t misread Kylian behaviour recently, the way he’d touch you, keep his gaze fixed on you, speak to you; he’d wanted you just as much as you’d always wanted him. And for the first time in forever since this stupid back and forth with him, you’d felt hopeful, there was nothing standing in the way of the two of you being together right now. You smiled to yourself, his scent on the quilt overcrowding your senses, before pulling yourself out of bed and walking into the lounge where the both of you had haphazardly removed and forgotten your clothing between rough kisses and heavy petting. It was a miracle you’d even made it to his bedroom…the third time round.

You were zipping up your hoodie when the doorbell rang.

Maybe his hands are full, you thought as you made your way to open the door, wondering why Kylian didn’t just punch in his code and let himself in.

“Hey, did you forget I was supposed to come over? You didn’t answer m-“ The voice stopped when they realised it wasn’t in fact Kylian who was behind the door as they looked up from their phone. “Y/N?”

Your breath was caught in your throat, your hand frozen on the door handle as your limbs turned to stone. Outwardly, you looked at the picture of calmness and serenity, however, you were anything but. Internally, you felt like a fish out of water, your mind was racing and panic was beginning to set in but you tried your best to keep your composure, plastering a smile on your face.

“Hi! Renee! Umm, hi!”

“Hi…” Her left eyebrow rose as she squinted slightly at you, and you would bet all the money in your bank account she was questioning what the hell you were doing at her ex boyfriend’s house at 9 in the morning, looking like you’d most definitely spent the night. “What are you doing here?” Her voice was sickenly sweet, but there was a spiteful undertone.

“I…uh…”

“She was running in the area, and just came over to say hi.” Kylian suddenly appeared behind Renee, answering her question for you. You couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of you at his words, at how easy it was for him to lie, to brush everything aside and dismiss all that had happened last night, the promise of what was to come between the two of you completely out of the window.

“Awhh you got me a drink?” She cooed, pulling one of the paper cups out of the cardboard holder as you tried to tie the laces on your ice blue Air Jordan 1s as quickly as possible so you could get the fuck out of there.

“Babe, you know I don’t like oat, I only drink almond or hemp.” You guessed she’d picked up the cup meant for you. Or maybe it was for her and Kylian had made a mistake, this whole morning was looking like one big mistake anyways so that would make sense. You brushed past her and Kylian, muttering something about being late for work as you rushed towards the elevator. Kylian shoved the other coffee and the bag containing the pastries into Renee hand before running after you, reaching you as you stepped into the elevator, pressing the ground floor button repeatedly in the hopes it would close before he he managed to stop it, but his hand swept across the door at the last second. The metal door opened fully to him and you turned yourself away as he entered.

“Y/N-“

“Fuck Kylian, I asked you. I said more than once, you have a girlfriend and you stood there and you lied straight to my face.” You were trying so hard to keep it together, you’d cried one too many times over him, shed too many tears because of his inability to be honest with you, to be straight up and just let you know you’re not the one for him, instead of dangling you on this never ending string.

“I didn’t lie to you. I told you we broke up-“

“You said you hadn’t spoken to her in two weeks.”

“I haven’t-“

“Bullshit! Don’t stand there and lie to me again Kylian! She said you knew she was coming. Unless you’re both telekinetic, I’m sure that would require at least a text message.”

8th floor.

“I forgot, it completely slipped my mind in the moment, she was the last thing on my mind-“

“When I was in front you naked? Offering myself on a nice shiny platter.”

“Y/N-“

“What am I to you Kylian? Just the girl who’ll let you fuck when you miss her right? Twice on your couch and three times in your bed, what’s that, an orgasm for each time you’d broken up?” You’d finally reached your limit, wiping furiously at the tears that were slipping down your face, as you turned away from Kylian.

“Jesus Y/N, that’s what you think of me? Of us?”

You scoffed, looking at the numbers in the lift getting closer to zero as you descended, and there and then, you hated Kylian even more, just for living on the 16th floor because it took way too long for you to reach the ground floor.

“You’ve given me no reason to believe any different.”

“You think I just have random things for you lying around my apartment for the sake of it.”

“No big deal, remember?” You reminded him, your fingers bent in quotation marks as you repeated the words he’d said to you earlier yesterday.

2nd floor. Thank God, almost there.

“Of course it’s a big fucking deal.”

“Ground floor.” The voice announced over the speaker as the lift doors opened and you walked out quickly, hoping Kylian hadn’t seen your tear streaked face, taking a deep breath, not realising you’d held your breath practically the whole way down. He grabbed your arm, stopping your brisk walk so suddenly that you flew into him, your back hitting his chest and he held you there. You’re sure he could feel the rise and fall of your chest as you sobbed, trying to keep as silent as possible to not draw any attention to yourself. It was early, there wasn’t anyone in the lobby thankfully enough, besides the doorman and security who were too busy conversing between themselves at the other end of the lobby to notice you and Kylian.

“YOU’RE a big fucking deal to me Y/N, I care about you. Too much.” He continued, his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as you fought to free yourself from his tight grip. It was all too overwhelming, he was much too close to you, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe.

“Too much?” You spun yourself in his arms, so you were now facing him and could see his eyes soften when he saw you’d definitely been crying. You pretended not to notice.

“You care too much Kylian? You couldn’t even tell your ex, if she’s even that, the real reason I was at your apartment at 9am in the morning.”

“So you wanted me to tell Renee we spent the night together?”

“Don’t you dare flip this on me.” You finally managed to pull his arms away from you, stepping back as you pushed your finger into your chest. “I never asked you to lie. You do that shit all on your own. You promised me Ky, you promised you wouldn’t hurt me this time.”

“Please just let me explain.”

“No.” You’d heard him out so many times, you’d let his sweet words reel you back in where he wanted you, let it cloud your better judgement. But today, you had to cut yourself loose.

“I gave you so many chances Kylian, so many, and you fucked each and every one up. Well now I’m done. We’re done.” Your voice broke as you finished your sentence.

“Y/N-“

“You don’t know me anymore Kylian. Forget my face, my name, my number.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I fucking do. I’m not wasting my time on you anymore. I never want to see you again.” You flick your head towards the ceiling. “Don’t let me keep you, your girl is waiting..,babe.”

“Y/N-“

You don’t stay to hear anything more he has to say, leaving him behind and walking out into the bustling Parisian streets and letting the busy atmosphere sweep you up, anything to keep you from focusing on and thinking about the man you’d known and loved your whole entire life you’d just left behind forever.

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This ended up being just shy of 10k words I’ve never written that much before 🫣

One more part left ksnskdkdkd with how much I dislike the miscommunication trope I can’t believe I’ve written 5 diff one shots abt it (justified tho) ☝🏿 and this is the first time they haven’t made up by the end of the chapter so it’s definitely about to get much worse before it gets better, but it’ll all come to a head soon enough, and thank y’all for still sticking with me. Also here is some cute content of kylian with his niece and nephew bc it genuinely makes me so 🥺🥺. As always please leave your thoughts, honestly your comments and asks keeps me going 🫶🏿

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baby-yongbok · 6 months

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hi pookie, i have a request if its fine for nd!reader 🥺 (if not then completely ignore this ask)

how do you think skz would act in finding out reader practices scenarios/expressions in the mirror or in private? my masking is hurting my brain and i have to reteach myself how to smile after seeing some of my old pics lol

-girlie

p.s. if you ever make a nd!reader series pls let me know so i can be tagged in every post so i can read each masterpiece

I enjoy getting Neurodivergent!Reader requests cause as someone with autism I'm so damn horrible at writing it. I guess I'm not aware of how I do things but at the same time I'm hyperaware of it all..? Idk, anyway here's what I think:

Chan, Hyunjin, Felix - Would try to help you or would want to understand the process for future reference. - They just want you to feel good and safe with them and they want to understand you and everything you struggle with. If you’re practicing expressions they’ll do it with you. This’ll quickly turn into the two of you making funny faces in the mirror and completely forgetting how this started in the first place. They’ll tell you how you sound to them and what vibe your expression gives off and if you want them to leave you to do it alone you don’t have to ask them twice (Even though they low-key want to stay). Their search history is filled with articles on the topic of scripting now and by the end of the week they will be an expert on the topic. (Or just feel like one)

Seungmin, Minho, Jeongin - Would watch you silently and then tell you that they’ll take care of everything. - If you weren’t so focused on finding the perfect way to introduce yourself to his friends then you would’ve heard them walk into the room but he’s grateful that you didn’t. He had no clue that you did this even though he’s very well aware that you struggle with social interaction sometimes. He’ll leave carefully so that he doesn’t frighten you, maybe he wasn’t supposed to see you doing it and as much as he loves messing with you he doesn’t want to mess with something that might hurt your feelings or have you feeling embarrassed. After seeing you do that he starts doing a mini version of it too in hopes that he can be prepared to come to your rescue if you find a situation to be a bit too challenging. They just want to take care of you and make you feel comfortable.

Jisung, Changbin - Would panic like they just interrupted a presidential meeting and then ask a million questions. - You were so focused on watching your eyebrows and listening to your tone that you didn’t hear the very loud boy come into the room. He thought you were on the phone but when he realizes that you’re not he starts asking questions. The blush on your face gives way to your slight embarrassment but it’s all erased after you tell him what you were doing. The look on his face is priceless. He still has so many questions but now he’s more focused on apologizing for his mere existence, you tell him that it’s no big deal but he doesn’t wanna hear it. You will definitely hear him watching some YouTube videos about scripting later. He doesn’t wanna bombard you with questions but he wants answers. (And he will act like he never walked in on you in the first place)

✨️Masterlist✨️

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Aftercare with Richarlison please??🥺

Hii thank you for requesting this I hope you like it ❤️❤️

richarlison x reader

This is smut you must be 18+ to read this

Aftercare

let start by saying that he is always horny

like always

when he first met you he couldn’t keep his eyes off you

off your body

it was like a magnet to him

he wanted to touch you

and make love to you

but he knew that he had to make a first move otherwise he would have lost you

so he asked you our pretty sure you would say yes

in fact you said yes

and you started dating

sex came just after few weeks

because you were both horny

that man knew how to break you

he knew all of your right spots

what could make you scream

what could make you come in just a few minutes

he was a very kinky person

you’ve never tried anything with your exes so when richarlison brought the topic up you were ready to try new things

and boy you were grateful for him to introduce you in this world

he was a full dom in bed

he never let you taking control

he loved spanking you and edging you

of course everything with consent

you could have sessions that lasted hours

but after a long and exhausting night it was time for aftercare

he loved taking care of you

after having sex with him you couldn’t even move

so he would bring you to the bathroom

and let you in the bathtub

he wouldn’t join you tho

he want to be able to take care of you

so he sits on the edge of the bathtub and massages your shoulder

he washes your hair

he would put cream and lotion if you had bruises

he would praise you, something that you loved

“you did so good baby”

“i’m so proud of you”

“my baby, you’re amazing”

“i love you so much”

he would put you in his clothes, mostly his pajamas since it’s comfier

he would definitely change the dirty bed sheets to some clean ones

he would put you in bed and while you waited for him he would cook you your favorite meal

because you need to restore your energy

you always very pretty tired after having sex with him

so he would let you eat

and then you would fall asleep in his arms

while he would kiss your forehead and massage your shoulder

#richarlison imagine #richarlison #richarlison smut #richarlison angst #richarlison fluff #richarlison x reader #richarlison one shot #richarlison x you #world cup #football fan #football imagine #football

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luveline · 2 years

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hii!!! i love the way u write steve lol ;* what ab reader saying i love u to him and feels like it’s too early but is surprised when he says it back ?

thank you! this idea is so sweet and cute 🥺 fem!reader

Steve is the type of boyfriend to be supportive over nothing. You finished reading a novel? You’re a genius, what was it about? Cleaned your room? You’re the cleanest, most hardworking girl this side of Indiana. A five hundred in skee ball?

“Yes! My baby doesn’t mess around! Did you see that?” he asks no one, his hands on your shoulders where he celebrates behind you.

His pure elation for something so small is contagious, and you can’t hide how happy his praise makes you. You giggle as he shakes your shoulders.

"What are we gonna do with all these tickets?"

"Dustin," Steve answers. "He's saving up for one of those fancy… uh. Things. Doohickeys."

"Doohickeys, huh? Think this'll be enough?" you ask, gathering your mound of tickets into your arms.

Steve pinches a fallen ticket from the ground and drops it into the pile.

"For sure." He squeezes your arm. "Ready to go?"

You follow Steve out of the arcade and dump your tickets in the backseat. He climbs in the front and you follow, slamming the door hard enough to make you both flinch.

"You definitely closed it."

"Sorry." And you are, sitting in the passenger seat with your hands between your knees, head tilted to your shoulder.

"You're lucky I like you."

The smile he gives you lights you up. You're hit with how grateful you are to see it, his charming grin, the way his cheeks push up and his eyes squint ever so slightly. He's handsome – not just his smile but his happiness, everything underneath that warms him.

You feel something soften in your chest, a new bud flowering from the day's heat.

"I love you," you say.

You do, of course you do, but it was supposed to be a thought. It's too early to tell him, maybe to think it, though you have a sneaking suspicion you've loved him almost as long as you've known him.

You wouldn't retract it but you're about a millisecond from telling him that he doesn't have to say it back when he drops his hands off the wheel and says, "I love you too."

"You do?" you ask, surprised.

"You didn't know?" he asks.

You're so happy it aches, leaning over the console to kiss him at the same time he leans for you. It's a remarkably short kiss compared to many before as Steve wraps his arms around your back and yanks you into his chest, squeezing tight.

"It wasn't too soon?" you ask into his skin.

"I love you. I love that we're this type of couple. We need to do everything early."

"Maybe not everything," you murmur, arms crossed, fingers at his side and digging in when he starts giggling.

"What are you thinking?"

He pulls back, takes your face into both hands.

"I'm thinking about you, idiot. I usually am."

"Right, but what about me?"

He strokes your cheek with his thumb, fingers pushing down to the side of your neck.

"Not saying." He drops his hold on you and starts the car. You freeze and then sit back, affronted.

"Not saying?" you ask.

"I already said I love you. Isn't a man entitled to his secrets?"

You're too happy with his affirmation to complain much, though you do probe, "How many?"

"What?"

"How many secrets are you keeping?"

His eyes flit from the road to your face then back again. A smirk plays over his mouth. "Just one."

"If I told you I love you again, would you change your mind?"

"Yes," he says, no hesitation.

You reach for his leg, his thigh warm under your fingers.

"I love you."

"I love you too. And lucky you, that would've been super embarrassing if I didn't. You'd have been all, I love you, and I would've had to be like… damn, babe, slow down. Take me out to dinner first, jeez."

"Steve!"

"What?" He laughs.

"What was the secret? What were you thinking about me?"

"That you're beautiful."

You groan loudly and throw yourself backwards into your seat. He laughs at your disgust, rolling down the windows as he starts onto a sixty. The wind whips your flushed skin.

"That's not a secret! That's you being cheesy."

"It's really not a secret," he says agreeably, sauve, hand reaching for the radio.

He finds a song you both like on the second station he flips to and beams, rolling his knuckle against the dial to turn it up.

"Everyone knows my girl's the prettiest babe in Hawkins!"

"Just Hawkins?" you ask. You're both almost shouting to be heard over the wind and the music.

"Wherever you are! If you wanna drive out to Illinois you can be the prettiest girl there, instead."

You cross your arms over your chest to hide the swift rise and fall of your chest.

"Dork," you say.

"Loser," he bumps, reaching for your hand.

You twist your fingers together and he pulls them against his heart. Total dork. Unbelievably corny, ridiculous, handsome dork.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #Steve harringtonn x y/n #Stranger things x reader #Stranger things fanning

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abiiors · 8 months

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hey! I loved your Matty sick blurb yesterday 🥺 idk if you’re still taking blurb requests but I’d love to read a Matty x reader one where the reader has hurt their foot/ankle or something and Matty gets really protective whenever they try to move and look after themself (as they do stubbornly do) rather than letting Matty do it

hello hello <33, this is the last blurb i’m doing for now so i am no longer accepting requests for new ones. i’m so sorry if i missed yours. sometimes, they just don’t inspire any ideas but it’s very possible that two weeks from now i’d come up with something for them. so idk, stay tuned? can’t make promises tho…

quite sappy, but what else did we expect from me...

“no, no, no, where are you going!” matty hurries over to you, arm instantly around your waist to help you sit back on the bed.

he’s been like this since yesterday—the overbearing mother hen—ever since you got back from the a&e with a fresh cast on your leg; from your foot to your shin.

“need to use the loo, baby,” you tell him patiently. he’s only worried about you, just being the concerned boyfriend. plus you are still in pain despite the painkillers so you don’t blame him entirely. yet matty has been watching you like a hawk.

“so you need to call me!” he scolds, pulling you up again. “no pressure on your ankle, that’s what the doctors said.”

you sigh, giving in. he’s right and when he’s holding you, it hurts less. plus it’s nice being taken care of.

“get out,” you tell him gently but firmly when matty settles you on the toilet. “you’re not watching me pee, matthew, i am not a child.”

he looks like he’s about to protest, throwing his hands up like a teenager before he walks out. he stops at the door though, pointing a finger at you. “i’m standing outside, yeah? call me when you’re done.”

with narrowed eyes, you wait for him to leave. finally some peace.

he’s been like this for 24 hours now, hovering and over-protective and frankly getting on your last nerve the more he insists on doing everything for you. so you take your time in the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief and then immediately feeling guilty.

he’s only worried. it’s not like he’s doing it deliberately. so you get up, grabbing the counter for support and flush the toilet, immediately cringing once you realise what’s about to happen.

matty bursts in not even two seconds later. “i told you to call me! sweetheart, you’re going to hurt yourself again.”

the tone of his voice grates on you. irritation bubbles in your chest.

“you could have at least knocked!” you scoff, hobbling over to the sink to wash your hands. his hands are on your waist a second later, steadying you. “what if i were still naked, huh?”

in the mirror, you see him roll his eyes. “i’ve seen you naked a million times.”

“and what if i was still on the toilet?”

“well, you weren’t.”

it takes saintly patience not to scream out in frustration, even more so when he insists on practically carrying you back to bed. six more weeks of this. and then four more weeks of physio after that. the irritation burns stronger.

“i can walk!” you try not to push him away. “well… i can hobble.”

“absolutely not!” matty responds firmly, about to pick you up and that’s when the restraint snaps.

“jesus christ, can you stop!” you snap at him, immediately regretting it when his face falls. one thing you know about matty is that he has the remarkable ability to look like a kicked puppy when he’s sad. and right now, it’s working too well on you, making the guilt grow.

“no, i’m sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to snap at you,” you sigh immediately taking hold of his face. he’s just worried, your annoyance was entirely unwarranted.

“it’s alright,” he tries to smile, “i know you’re in pain—”

“it’s not that,” you cut him off quickly. to your utter annoyance, a twinge of pain shoots up your leg right then, making you groan. matty is onto you immediately and you let him lift you this time, let him carry you back to bed.

“it’s not the pain, matty…” you start explaining once he’s placed a pillow under your leg to make you more comfortable. “i just, you’ve been hovering, love. you’re crowding me a little…”

“oh.” his voice is still small, “um, sorry, i just. i thought you needed help.”

“i do,” you hurry to reassure him. “of course, i need help. i won’t be able to do so many things on my own for a few weeks at least. it’s just… i don’t need you being over-protective 24/7. that’s… i’m sorry, love, but that’s a bit annoying.”

matty listens patiently, nodding along. “you’re right,” he admits finally, “i should let you have some space. i just, i don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“i know, and i love you for helping me out so much since yesterday but i’m fine, sweetheart,” you reassure him once again, feeling a bit lighter when he smiles a little. “the painkillers are helping.”

“you’d tell me though, wouldn’t you? if you need help?”

you nod at him instantly, “i will, i promise.”

matty does smile then, a proper smile, bending down to kiss your shoulder. “do you need me to go for a bit? i can do my own thing. leave you alone if that’s what you want…”

surprisingly enough, you shake your head. “no, i… just stay. and cuddle with me. we can watch something. i do like your company, matty. i just don’t want you treating me like an invalid.”

“cuddles and netflix sounds perfect.” the bed dips as he gets in, pulling you into his chest. “won’t treat you like an invalid, i promise,” he smiles again, dipping to kiss your head.

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