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Yandere Jock x Reader
You did not want to be here.
The seats were cold. Your butt hurt. It was loud. And the smell of sweaty feet and gym shorts was nothing short of a headache this early in the morning.
You knew you were being dramatic. Nobody liked gym class. Well. Nobody except maybe Loren. The campus “wonder boy”.
You guess you understood the hype. I mean the guy was a star player for your colleges team. Not to mention, insanely athletic, and good at about, well, just about anything. Except for y’know. His studies.
Which y’know gotta have that little cliche in their right? Who doesn’t love a big dumb jock huh?
And of course he was otherworldly pretty. Because obviously.
Okay maybe you were being a little hard on the guy. You didn’t hate him. Hell you hadn’t even talked to him!
A small part of you was willing to admit it might’ve been a slight case of jealousy
But only slight! The guy had everything practically handed to him and here you were busting your ass!
It sucked yknow? I mean what’s someone gotta do around here to get a helping hand-
“Hey! Watch out!-“
Suddenly the sound of rubber against skin boomed in your ears. A sudden shadow blocked your sight, and it took a moment for the sound of your own heart beat to settle, for you to realize what had just happened.
“Hey, you okay?”
The shadow moved, revealing a large hand, firmly grasping a stray volleyball. A volleyball that would’ve smacked you straight in the face because you were too busy monologuing to-
“Hello?”
Oh right
You hesitantly moved your eyes upwards, and nearly groaned out loud.
Wonder boy. Of course.
Time to embarrass yourself with your poor social skills!
“Oh shoot, hey, sorry-uhm..thanks for totally saving me back there! I mean, saving might be a stretch cuz the worse that could’ve happened might’ve been a bruise or on the very slim chance a concussion- but still I appreciate-“
“Pfft..”
Mother fucker did not just
Loren must’ve noticed your sudden change in mood, because he quickly coughed into his empty fist with a shy smile. His brown eyes were twinkling obnoxiously in your opinion, from the reflection of the faux lights.
“Sorry- sorry…I just uh…you’re kinda dorky”
This bitch.
A scowl quickly took residence on your face, a snarl being on the verge of pouring out.
“Right. Well I said thanks so, I think I’ll be on my way now. Thank you, again for the save. Or whatever.” The last part came out as more of a grumble than anything, and yeah you might’ve been a little petty for it, but come on who says that to someone you just met??
As if realizing his mistake, Loren’s grin fell agape, and with slow reaction time, unusual for someone like him, he moved to follow after you towards the door way.
“Hey wait no! I meant it in-“
The door closed with a thunderous slam.
“-a cute..way.”
“……”
A hand perched itself on Lorens broad shoulder.
“Hey man! Who you talkin to?”
A fellow player chirped at the brunette, who’s lips had settled into a troubled frown before he snapped his eyes towards the other player.
He didn’t know his name.
There was a brief moment where the player swore he was being glared at by the Star member, but it was gone so fast he figured it to be a trick of the artificial light.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the group yeah?”
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God what a long day
Loren sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time that hour, sweat pouring from his brow as he roamed the mostly barren halls.
It was fairly late in the evening.
There was the occasional straggler, most of who greeted him enthusiastically.
“Hey Loren! Can’t wait for the game this week!”
“Loren! You goin to the BMZ’s party tomorrow?”
He responded the way he normally would. Smiles, “hell yeahs”, and high fives. Though at this point he was just going through the motion. He didn’t really feel the need to show up to the parties. But he decided he’d wait to see how he felt by tomorrow.
Right now, he just wanted to get home and relax.
“Stupid- fucking professor! Couldnt wait till I- goddammit!”
Maybe home could wait a while longer
Loren peeked around the corner, and swore he almost did a backflip at the sight of you slouched against an empty classroom door.
Perfect.
“Hey!”
The moment your eyes drifted to his he swore he almost forgot how to breathe. You were way too cute.
But the frown on your kissable lips was disheartening to say the least.
“What do you want?”
Okay that hurt a little, but he kept his easy going grin as he strode to stand above you,
a visual he found…almost unnatural really.
It felt weird. Wrong, to be standing above you like that. But he disregarded the feeling for now. No matter how strong the desire to drop to his knees was.
“Need a hand?”
He heard you scoff
“Right..the professors gone so unless you have a key to the city than-“
Click!
He wanted to laugh at the stunned look on your pretty face. But that didn’t go well last time so he settled for a smile.
“…Ta-da!”
You looked less amused than he had hoped, with the way your head whipped back and forth before you carefully stepped in.
“Why the hell do you have a key that opens this classroom?”
“When you’re the “School Pride” you get a few extra privileges sometimes.”
You mumbled something at that, but he was unfortunately stood too far away to hear what you said clearly. He figured it was a jab at him. Not that he minded.
With quick, but still obviously cautious steps, you peddled on over to one of the front desks, where a lonely bag sat.
Quickly and nimbly you scooped it over your shoulder and made your way back to the brunette, who stood guard at the doors entrance. Almost dutifully.
Loren had to beg the universe that you didn’t hear his thundering heart and stuttering breath when you stopped directly infront of him.
Fuck you were so fucken cute up close what the fuck
“Thanks.”
“Huh?- Oh! Yeah of course anythingforyou”
.
.
.
.
“What?”
“What?”
“……”
You eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before seeming to sigh in resignation.
Moving out from the doorway, and away from him, you paused outside where you had previously had your little breakdown.
“Anyway. Thanks again. For the double save and stuff.” You almost looked pained saying that if he was being honest. But he’s take what he could get for now. “See you around. Or something.”
Wait what?
You were leaving again? Already? He barely even had time to stare at you!
I mean. Talk to you. And make up for embarrassing you earlier!
“Wait!”
You paused, almost irritatedly but seemed to ultimately decide to be civil and hear him out. Probably because you liked him now.
(No you were just tired.)
“How about you come to my game this week yeah? It’s on Thursday.”
.
.
“Why?”
“Because i want you to. And I wanna make up for this morning.”
Loren watched anxiously as you seemed to weigh your options.
“Please?”
Again, you sighed, before turning around and beginning to stalk off down the hall.
“I’ll think about it. I guess I owe you anyway.”
Nowaynowaynoway
Loren waited for you to turn the corner
“YES!”
He jumped up excitedly, “yes yes yes! Hell yeah!” clenching his fist with a enthusiastic grin, eyes practically shooting beams of excitement with how bright they were.
This was it. This was the beginning.
Fuck yeah! He was so pumped now!
You could consider this Thursday’s win dedicated to you.
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A/N: this ask/story was so fun to read and write about! I love getting asks so don’t worry about sending too many btw <3 thank you so much! Perhaps we’ll see more of Loren in the future? Hope you like my take <3
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easterbonnet · 4 months
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Just thought about Remus being scared about how reader would react when she finds out he’s a werewolf, and how cute it would be if she showed him that her patronus is a wolf because of her love for him 🥹
Pictured him teaching her the spell and when she manages to do it right they see that it is a wolf and he asks her what happy memory she used to cast it, and she goes “I thought about you” PLEASE IT WOULD BE SO CUTE 😭😭
thank you for this, I love the idea so I just had to write something. sorry this took so long half of it deleted itself in my drafts !!
f!reader x professor!remus lupin // disclaimer - everyone is of age in this fic
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His fatigued body lay heavily on the cushioning of his linen bedding, arms stiff by his side and face pointing at the textured ceiling. Though visibly still, his mind was spinning with excuses:
'I'll tell her tomorrow, yes I'll do it then. No i won't, I mean... must I really? What is it they say? Ah, what she doesn't know can't hurt her. Hmph, but she deserves to know. Ha, she deserves someone without such ugly secrets... and exams are coming up... it wouldn't hurt to tell her after... indeed… No Ughhh-'
The drowsy man rolled his eyes tentatively at his own pathetic justifications to his stubborn problems, procrastinating for the close of yet another day. He swiped his hand across his brow, drying the beads of sweat that gathered there.
"Tomorrow", he stated out loud for his own benefit.
"I'll do it tomorrow", he repeated, nodding demandingly, knowing full well he wouldn’t.
Soon the amber aura that cast its light throughout the magical acropolis, matched that of the sun's, softly enriching the turrets as it rose. Intricate metal hands ticked around the many clock faces, seeing off the foggy night and welcoming its successor. For Remus, one stressful evening was soon replaced with one worrisome morning as the wooden bird, that nested in the clock hung on his wall, struck him awake.
"Cuckoo! Time to wake up, time to wake up!", it echoed like a record, drilling the dreaded alarm into his head as it's mechanical wings marched on either side, propelling it in a sort of dance through the air.
"Yes, yes I get the idea", the sluggish man stumbled out of bed, grabbing his wand and aiming it at the small bird. A swift flick of his wrist sent it back into it's house like clockwork, the miniature doors slamming behind it.
"Until tomorrow... pfft bloomin’ thing", he sighed at the daily anticipation, raising his eyebrows in a sort of skewed way as the tiredness caught back up with him.
In the course of time he found himself presentable and in turn, willing to teach. Forcing a civil smile onto his sunken face and smoothing the crinkles on his woven trousers, he descended the stonework steps and headed for his classroom.
DING
DING
The bell tower chimed regally, signalling the start of the school day, and announcing tens of students as they flooded through Remus’ door, pushing and shoving the way to their desks.
"Welcome, sit down, sit down", their preoccupied professor hummed, scanning the messy pile of scattered papers that embellished his intricate timbered desk. To an unknowing eye, this was merely the ill-organisation of a fatigued teacher who had a late night marking essays...
...Y/n knew better however, sat casually at her desk, one leg folded over the other, wiggling her foot in the air beneath the chair of the boy that sat in front of her, unbeknownst to him.
"Ehem", she cleared her throat, looking around, "Um sir?"
Professor Lupin immediately looked up towards his classroom full of awaiting students, "Oh right, yes", he shook away his thoughts the best he could and despite her being at the forefront of his mind he was dazed at how easily he could forget that her youthful and kind eyes were staring directly at him as he stood at the front of the class.
Months.
For months they had been stealing inappropriately long glances at eachother, arranging little study sessions in this very classroom after hours, mutually leaving notes that would only cause a scandal if outwardly read. Secret lovers: a forbidden, private romance between a professor and his favourite student. They were both privy to the consequences, to the taboo of their situation, and to the risks, though perhaps this only made it more tempting. It was fun to begin with, after the initial guilt and fear was melted by their burning love. It was sweet, romantic, tender - in their own cosy nest, and it still was, for y/n.
Nonetheless, eventually the realisation kicked in for Professor Lupin, that one day his gentle beloved was to know of his monstrous secret. He'd prepared himself for the bleak truth that was the outcome, that all of this would soon come to an end, that she would inevitably become just another one of his students - how ridiculous it was for him to think that that'd ever happen...
No excuse was too small when it came to delaying telling y/n about his furry, howling truth. No situation seemed appropriate and no time felt right, so in spite of spending weeks conjuring up a very wishy washy plan Remus truly had no idea that today would be the day it all came out.
"Hm, today we're going to be studying the patronus charm, can anyone tell me the effects of this spell?", Professor Lupin opened up the discussion, raking over the pupils, purposely skipping the one sat at the back, her legs crossed elegantly.
"No one? Okay, well...", he explained the basics, just enough to avoid a constant stream of questions but not so much that he'd be stood there for hours. A nice simple topic he thought, an excuse for him to sit at his desk procrastinating even more over his problems as the students read over their notes and chatted quietly.
"Professor, can we try casting it, I want to know what animal my patronus is?", a sweetly voiced girl questioned with a smile.
"No need, we already know what yours'll be", a fair-haired slytherin boy jeered.
The girl turned, "Whats that then?"
He looked at his friends sat on either side, with a wicked grin, "A pig of course"
The classroom erupted with muffled laughs.
She gasped, "Sir! Did you hear what he said to me?", her mouth gaping open.
"Hmm?", Remus payed no attention.
"Can we cast it professor? Our patronus?", another dark-haired girl pitched in.
"Oh, yes of course, I don't expect you’ll-"
The stone room was quickly filled with whispers and demands of "expecto patronum" whilst the odd wisps of silvery light trickled angelically in streams. A few faint animals danced around and vanished as quickly as they came, hardly visible by the eye. It wasn't long before butterflies and cats emerged from the end of a few wands, impressive though only lasting a few seconds.
"Expecto- ", y/n closed her eyes shut, focusing before repeating, "expecto patronum!", her eyes burst open at the bright, strong light that spilled out of her wand, rapidly taking the form of a wolf. Its large, enchanting form sprinted across the classroom, attracting everyones gaze, even her distracted professor.
The classroom ceased of any noise.
"Who cast that?", he asked, shocked.
Y/n stood at the back of the room sheepishly as though she was in deep trouble, she raised her hand slowly, everyone turned to look at her.
He exhaled deeply, eyes wide, "Class dismissed", he ordered firmly.
"But Professor, break isn't for another thirty minutes-", a ginger haired girl noted, her curls ribboning over her rosy cheeks.
All he did in response was flick his wand, opening the door widely, letting them filter out whispering.
"Not you, y/n"
She shut the door and walked over to his desk timidly.
"Do it again"
She was about to question but quickly caught on, "expecto patronum", once again her wolf patronus ran between the small wooden desks, pouncing.
He quickly casted his own, taking the same form, it ran identically to hers, burying its nose against hers as they lay together.
Shock drowned her features, "Page two hundred and ten... one’s patronus can change form to match someone they-"
He bit his lip, smiling emotionally, "-love", he whispered. He glanced back over to their patronus', still nuzzling happily.
"What memory?", he pleaded, eyes filling with tears.
"I thought about you", she blushed.
He took a quiet second.
"You know, don't you?", a flood of emotions surged his veins as he asked.
She nodded, eyes big and smiling.
Remus shook his head in disbelief, "Should've expected it... my brightest student" His lips parted, a delicate tear sliding down his face from his glossy eyes. He wasted no time in clutching onto her, fists full of her robes, cradling her softly as he cried unapologetically.
Finally, acceptance.
"I love you" he stuttered.
"I love you too"
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enhaheeseung · 5 months
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Come back to me - L. HS
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Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!
Warning: crying, mentions of alcohol, heartbreak, cheating is mentioned.
WC: 2,215k+
Part six
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Heeseung woke up the next morning to a warmth resting on his chest. He hums softly, his hand running down the spine of last night's hook-up as he rests his eyes.
Minutes later, his peace is disturbed when he hears the bedroom door opening. He automatically looks at the door worriedly cause who the hell is entering his house?
His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he saw you standing in his doorway.
His heart breaks from the look on your face, and he quickly tries to use the sheets to cover up the girl in his bed. “Y/n,” he whispers as you stand there, mortified from the sight of another woman sleeping next to him right where you used to sleep. "what are you doing here?" he looked to his left where your eyes were glued seeing the girl from the bar sleeping next to him. "Angel, please, it’s not what it looks like. Let me explain.” he gets out of bed, chasing after you when you run downstairs. “Baby,” he calls out to you, grabbing your wrist and holding you still. “Y/n, I’m sorry.” he wraps you up in his arms back, hugging you. “I’m so sorry.” he rested his head on your shoulder.
“Heeseung, let me go.” he felt you grab his arms and remove them from your waist as you walked closer and closer to the door.
“Y/n! Come back to me, please!” He chased after you, the front door slamming in his face as you left him for the second time. He fell down on his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Y/n!”
“Y/n!” Heeseung shot up out of bed, looking to his left to see the bed completely empty. He quickly grabs the picture frame on his nightstand, holding it to his chest. His breath was heavy, and his mind was running at full speed from the dream, more like nightmare he had last night. “I would never do that to you, my Angel.” he sighs in relief, kissing the framed picture of you, happy that he’s not stuck in that nightmare anymore. “I’m never drinking again,” he mumbled, rolling on his side and staring at your picture once more.
A few moments later, he saw a white piece of paper sitting on his nightstand in his peripheral vision, he sits the picture frame down, propping himself up on his elbow to reach over and grab the little note.
“You’re permanently uninvited from the bar. I’m sick of you passing out at our table every night. Sincerely, Jake. P.S. lose some weight. My shoulders hurt :(“
Heeseung chuckles at the note, the throbbing in his head making itself known. The last thing he remembers was Jay trying to get him to take some girl home before he fell out pfft, as if he’d ever. No girl would ever compare to you ever not in a billion years.
He snuggled back under his covers, and with this hangover, there’s no way he’s gonna go into work today.
He took off his work clothes, stripping down to nothing but his underwear, and quickly covering himself again, getting comfortable until a soft knock sounded from downstairs. His eyes were already drooping down, and he decided to just ignore it. Whatever it was could wait cause this headache wasn’t going to allow him to even go downstairs.
He groans when the knocking just doesn’t stop. He peels the blankets back, wondering who it could even be. It’s not like he ordered anything. He never had any visitors, so what could it possibly be?
He doesn’t bother getting dressed, too dizzy to even stand on one leg and pull up his pants.
When he finally gets to the door and opens it, he regrets getting hungover, he regrets not getting dressed, and he regrets not looking over his appearance first, but the one thing he didn’t regret was not going into work cause then he would have missed you standing outside his door looking so beautiful a huge contrast to his shabby looks.
“Hi y/n!” He says brightly. His headache seemingly disappeared, and he was all smiles. As soon as he saw you, he was so happy that you were there he didn’t even realize he was still half-naked.
“O-oh,” you mumble out, eyes averting his figure as you grow flustered by his nude body.
It then hits him as a cool breeze blows from outside and hits his skin. “Oh, OH!” He panics as if you hadn’t seen his body multiple times in all the years you two had been intimate with each other. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. Please wait here.” he closes the door almost all the way, peeking out of a small crack, and all that can be seen are his wide, frantic eyes. “Stay, please. I’ll be right back. Just please don’t leave.”
You nod, unable to form any words from the sight you had just seen, and you’re mentally punching yourself for thinking he looked attractive like that. You missed waking up next to him in the mornings. You loved him the most when he looked like that messy hair, eyes droopy, and that sweet, tired smile of his.
He closes the door softly and sprints upstairs. “Okay, what to wear, what to wear?” he literally digs through his drawers, messing them up, trying to find the best outfit to put on for you. He grabbed a simple white button up, you always seemed to like the way those looked on him. He paired that with his black dress pants and came running back downstairs. He looked in the mirror, this time running his hands through his hair until he looked halfway presentable. “Okay,” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening his door, and you were still just as flustered seeing him dressed as you were when he was undressed. “Sorry about that,” he says, a bit breathless from all the running around.
“It’s okay,” you whisper, nearly forgetting about why you were even there in the first place cause he was literally breath taking.
“So, uhh, would you like to come in?” Please say yes, please say yes, he thinks to himself.
“Yes,” you answer politely, and he opens the door far too wide to let you enter. He closes it behind you before offering every type of beverage he owns, which is beer and water. You decline, deciding to just get straight to the point.
He doesn’t know why you’re here, but he’s happy you are. Seeing you in your shared home was like a dream come true, and he’s even happier when you take a seat on the couch. He hopes you want to talk to him about something other than divorce. “So, umm, last night I talked with Sunghoon.”
His smile fades the moment he hears your best friend's name leaving your lips, a not-so-friendly reminder that you and him are together, but nevertheless, he listens as he takes a seat furthest away from you so as not to make you uncomfortable.
“He and I had a long serious talk,” you say slowly, and heeseung knows what you’re about to say that you’re in love with your best friend and you’re gonna live happily ever happy with him so he cuts you off before you can say the words cause he didn’t want to hear that from your mouth it was just going to crush him.
“O-oh,” he forces a smile, trying to be happy for you, but he’s so bitter. “Well, I’m happy for you guys. I always thought you’d make a cute couple,” he rushes out, and you can only look at him, confused as to what he just said. “I’m okay with it.” he feels like he’s gonna cry but tries his best to hold it in.
“What? Couple? Heeseung, what are you talking about? What are you okay with?” At this point, you’re completely lost.
You had come fully prepared for this conversation, but it took an unexpected turn, and now everything seems to be messed up.
“You know you and that guy Sunghoon are dating now, and I’m happy for you two, I really am.” you know that feeling when someone writes on a chalkboard? That’s the feeling he gets when he says those ugly words all together in one sentence.
You laugh incredulously. “Dating? Who said anything about that?” You couldn’t even get to the topic that brought you to his house to begin with because of the absurdity that you were hearing.
“Y/n, I seen your clothes on his bed. I know it all,” he says with nothing but sorrow in his voice, but he knows it’s his fault, and he’s just reaping the benefits of his shitty actions. “I’ve known for a while, actually.” He sighs.
Your brain is fried at this point. When did he see your clothes on hoons bed, and when did he get the impression that you two were dating? “Heeseung, we’re not dating.” You say confused.
He looks to his left, then right, then again as he gulps in the now silent room before making eye contact with you. “Y-you’re not?” He says a bit too enthusiastically before he clears his throat.
“No,” you shake your head. “Why would we be?” You reply softly.
“If you’re not, then why are you here? I thought you were announcing your new relationship or something, not to say you’d have to explain yourself to me I just thought- I don’t know,” he mumbled, and now there’s only one reason he could think why you’d come over, and it probably has something to do with the divorce the very thing he wished it wouldn’t be about.
“I’m here to talk to you about what me and Hoon talked about last night, and I want you to be completely honest with me okay?”
He nods softly. “Of course, y/n” he gulps anxious to hear what you two talked about.
You begin to tell him everything you and Hoon talked about, and slowly but surely, the pieces started to come together for the both of you. And you fill in some of the missing details while he fills you in on the others until you both end up with the same outcome, and everything starts to make sense finally.
You wish Sunghoon would have told you all that before you came to talk to heeseung. Somehow, he managed to keep the part out the important detail where heeseung thought you and him were dating. It looks like you’d have to have a word with him about that later.
“So, is it true that you came to try to get me back? Are you really sorry?” You hate how much hope your tone holds, but you still love him, and if he has changed, you’d take him back in a single heartbeat.
“Yes, it’s all true, and if what I’m getting ready to do makes you uncomfortable, please tell me.” he stands up and sits next to you, wrapping you in his arms, but you don’t hug him back yet. “I did, angel. I called your mom to find out where you went when you left, she told me, and so I came to find you to ask you for forgiveness and for you to come back to me. That night, when I came home, and you were gone, I was worried sick about you. You have no idea, and baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything. I was such an asshole to you these past couple months, I’m sorry for everything I did to you, and I’ll do my best to prove my love to you every day from here on out. Just please, baby, give me one more chance, and I swear I won’t fuck it up this time. Just one more chance, my angel.” you hear his voice cracking at the end of his confession, and your heart breaks. You could literally feel just how fast his heart was beating in his chest as he sniffles softly. “Please, I’m begging you.” he whispers, voice completely broken and filled with pain. “I’ll do anything for you.” by now, he’s full-on sobbing, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is you giving him another shot to show you just how much love his heart still holds for you.
Your arms slowly wrap around his torso, and he cries even harder cause he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love, but he still feels so happy that you’re even willing to hug him after all he’s said and done to you.
After what Sunghoon told you about how heeseung was living and how he was drinking himself into a hole, you couldn’t help but cave in and give him another chance. The thought of him wasting away without you tore you to pieces. He was an asshole, yes, but if he was willing to change himself to win you back, then you’d give him just one more try. “I forgive you.” he squeezes you tightly as tears gather in your eyes. “Just one more chance,” you whisper shakily, entrusting him with your heart again, hoping and praying that he would be a man of his word and not fuck it up this time.
“I love you so much, my angel girl, and I’m gonna do everything in my power to show you that.” he kissed your temple softly as you melted into to his embrace.
You were so happy to be in his arms again, and he was so happy to have you in his arms again. “Thank you for coming back to me.”
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v4mpgutz · 4 months
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Lover, Ethan Landry [ HEADCANONS ]
— darlin' you're my, my, my, my lover <3
ethan landry relationship and other headcanons!
warnings ! — canon-typical blood and gore, canon-typical violence, suggestive content (implied intercourse but no smut), mentions of murder
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ghostface ethan landry:
ethan landry with an s/o that is so incredibly naive and he finds it absolutely adorable.
-> he comes home from what you assume to be econ, not even questioning him because he's your boyfriend and you trust him. he grins when you ask him how his class went. you didn't question the fact that he had small amounts of blood splattered on his collarbone and his shoes — you didn't question anything. he doesn't say anything other than "good" before he's leaning in to kiss your cheek, a subtle grin on his face as he proceeds to pull you into a hug. what a sad, naive, little thing you were.
ethan landry who completely guts a guy in one of your college classes that won't stop flirting with you. you're his, he doesn't appreciate this asshole chatting you up. so, he murders him, pfft — obviously — because that would be the logical thing to do right?
-> he sneaks into your bedroom window afterwards, his mask cast aside but the black robe still engulfing his body as he walks over to where you're reading on your phone, laying on your side. he's immediately sliding in behind you and wrapping his right arm around your thigh, caressing the skin softly as his left one wraps around your waist. his head buries itself into your neck, leaving gentle kisses there as you giggle. you're so cute. so cute, in fact, that he wants nothing more, after just stabbing some guy who hit on you to death, then to have his way with you. 
non-ghostface ethan:
ethan absolutely loves laying on top of you with his arms wrapped around your stomach. he feels so safe and comfortable and warm — he almost never wants to leave. he also really loves being the little spoon but he's never actually voiced that fact because he's a little shy and doesn't want you to think it means he's weak.
(personal projection headcanon) ethan is autistic and his special interests are spiderman and crystals. he loves spiderman and has a whole bookshelf of comics, posters also covering his walls. he also kind of accidentally got into crystals one day and was like "huh" before going down a loophole of different types of crystals and their spiritual meanings, ruling planets and signs, where they're found etc and now he could see two crystals exactly the same and tell you the difference between them.
-> he has auditory processing disorder so when you're telling him something he'll be listening and nod along, saying "yeah" and "ohhh" but a few seconds later he's going, "wait, what did you say?" this happens a few times within the span of 5 minutes sometimes but you're patient with him and he loves you for that. he also needs captions on when watching tv like 90% of the time because he hears what people are saying but can't process it at the same time unless he's seeing it.
ETHAN LANDRY IS A SWIFTIE!!! he fell in love with taylor swift when he was little because quinn listened to her and now he has all of her album cds and a few vinyls including debut with the ORIGINAL picture to burn (yurrr gayyy.. sorry)
-> his favourite albums are definitely folklore and lover but speak now really has a special place in his heart. he listens to mirrorball and haunted that many times a day that you could play them while he's sleeping and he'll just start singing... in his sleep.
he's definitely lactose intolerant but the kind of lactose intolerant person that will eat copious amounts of ice cream and then later while they're fighting for their life be like "lol worth it."
he kept seeing people say pookie on the internet so he kept calling chad pookie but like.. unironically. on the street they'd be near a road and ethan will just all of a sudden say, "careful pookie! theres a crosswalk!" chad attempts to get him to stop. attempts.
ethan loves to bring you flowers, little origami animals, your favourite snacks and drinks etc when he knows you've had a bad day or even if you've had a good one. his love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch.
he says sorry literally all of the time because of wayne and it makes you sad but also makes you want to literally throw his dad off of the statue of liberty because fuck that dude.
when he's sad he won't out-right tell you because he doesn't want you to worry but you notice right away anyway because he gets super clingy. you're laying in bed with him, cuddling as you play with his hair while reading your textbook.
-> you get up to get a glass of water and he whines, pouting and huffing as he gets up too, following you like a lost puppy. "eth, what's the matter?" you ask and he pauses at your sudden stop in the middle of the kitchen. "nothin'.." he mumbles back as he plays with his fingers anxiously, "..'m fine."
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i love him to death and i have even more hcs but didnt wanna make this too long. pt.2 maybe?? idk, send asks or comment with your hcs too !
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Tighnari x Gn!Reader
Helping the helping hand
Sypnosis: Avoiding your crush, you busy yourself in your job as a forest ranger. You find yourself trying to handle that problem at the weirdest of times with the cause of the problem itself, Tighnari.
You were just returning from your latest excursion away from Gandharva Ville when two of your coworkers approached you with frantic faces. "Y/n! There you are we were just about to go look for you!" Amir, a forest watcher runs up to you with Nasrin in toe. "It's Collei, she fell again and Tighnari asked for you to help him." Nasrin got straight to the point when Amir was still catching his breath.
"Ah fuck." You curse and chart your course towards the infirmary where you saw a familiar tail disappearing inside.
"Tighnari? Collei?" You call out as you step in.
"She’s unconscious, Y/n can you give me that?" You turn your head towards the voice, and see Tighnari looking over the young girls body which lays on the bed. His hands gently adjusting her head to rest on a pillow.
You don't even have the heart to poke at him for his bad habit of excepting people to read his mind to know what he had meant with 'that'.
You had spent enough time helping him to know what he meant.
You reach on the shelves and grab what you need, as Tighnari extends his hand with exception. Both of you growing silent and starting to quickly work in sync.
"She has been so good all week, what happened?" You finally ask when Collei seems to be more stable, her condition calming down a notch.
Tighnari yawns a bit as he steps away from the bed and stretches his arms. "She was on patrol with Nasrin and Amir, and suddenly fell over. Luckily they noticed and brought her over quickly." He explains, turning to face you.
"Ah, that's a shame." You sigh, you catch Tighnaris eyes staring you down. A uncomfortable warmth spreads through your body and you turn away from him, trying to look busy by sorting the leftover leaves on the table.
"You're doing it again." You hear him closer to you than before.
"Doing what?"
"Being like this..Distant, you've been avoiding everyone for a while now. Now that I think about it, this is the first time in weeks we've spoken." Tighnari says and sits on a stool next to you, looking at you like he looks at his plant specimen. Trying to figure you out.
"It's not-..Argh, it's just something that has been bothering me for a while now. Feelings stuff, it's..Not something you would understand." You stop fiddling with your hands, stopping to just look at them. You didn't want to have this converstation, especially with him.
"Oh wow, so that's how you think of me."
You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t trying to be insulting, it’s just…it’s complicated and you’re…” your eyes run him up and down in a way that does not feel the most flattering. "Not. Atleast in the feelings department."
“I can do complicated,” Tighnari insists, his tail swooshes againts the floorboards.
You look at him skeptically. “You..uh..don’t strike me as a complicated guy Tighnari.”
“Pfft,” Tighnari huffs, “that’s because you constantly underestimate me. Remember when you first arrived here? You completely took over my work until I 'proved' to you that I do more than just write research papers.”
Your smile is weak, but it’s still a smile. You let out another heavy breath, running both hands through your hair as you sit up a little straighter. “Oh, what the hell, Rudaba and Kamran are both too preoccupied studying the mushrooms to be of any use and I know I won't find Nasrin anywhere. She always is running off to somewhere”
“She’s probably boning Amir in his hut.”
You shoot him a look and Tighnari instantly raises his hands in surrender. “Sorry, no more sex jokes, promise.”
“Good. Besides, if they’re boning anywhere it’s in the hidden tree hollow, honestly Tighnari.”
Tighnari lets out a surprised laugh. “My bad, you’re absolutely right.”
“Try to do better next time,” You shoot him a cheeky smile out of the corner of your mouth that twists something in Tighnari’s chest.
"Anyway, the problem is..Ugh, how do I explain this to you? Okay, imagine you find a really pretty flower, the only one of its kind, the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. Are you following?"
"Y/n, for archons sake get on with it."
"Jeez okay, so the flower. You found it and now you really like it, I mean who wouldn't? And that is the problem, everyone else likes the flower too and now you have no time to study it. And you can see that they are way too rough with the flower and you're afraid that the flowers petals will break. But of course you can't just take the flower from everyone else, they would get mad and the flower would also get so mad-"
"The flower can get mad? Y/n are you feeling feverish?"
"No, Tighnari the flower is a fucking metaphor!"
"Ah."
"I was right, I should have just found someone else to talk about this with." You run your hand across your face, patience run out.
"I guess, but I am happy you shared this with me. Even if I couldn't be much help." Tighnari tries to offer you a comforting smile, you return it.
"Well, it was nice to have you atleast try to listen." You conclude. Tighnari’s eyes brighten at that and his ears twitch.
"Let's get Collei to her room."
"Sounds good."
And so you do, both of you lifting her from the bed by the shoulders and carrying her together all the way.
"Hmm..you're the most beatiful thing I've seen." Tighnari mutters to himself, looking over Collei's head at you.
"What?"
"Uh-..Nothing."
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foxydivaxx · 2 months
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ZOSAN: Do Not Call Me A Fourth Placer
What is with me and angst and Zosan? This is inspired by the whole fourth placer ahit that Zoro now calls Sanji.
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“I am glad our bounties have increased. The World government now knows we ain’t here to play.” says Luffy. Zoro then smirks and glares pointedly at Sanji and says in a teasing tone, “Better to be the top guy than a fourth placer.”
Before anyone knew what was happening, a spark goes off within the cook, prompting him to lunge at Zoro and kick the swordsman harder than usual, sending him flying into a wall.
“Fuck this shit.” Sanji growls as he stomps off. “Sanji come back!!” Nami calls after him. The cook surprisingly does not respond, talkless of simping over her and Robin like he usually does which was so unlike him.
“I have never seen Sanji that mad before.” says Chopper with great concern. “Why did you have to insult him that way Zoro?!” Nami yells. “Yeah Zoro why?” Luffy asks. The rest of the crew glares at him.
Zoro just shrugs. “Pfft…what’s wrong with all of you? So someone cannot make a joke.”
“Zoro that was not a fucking joke!! You seriously hurt his feelings?!” Nami snaps. The swordsman rolled his eyes. “That’s funny. I thought the only feeling he ever had was his constant simping over women particularly you.”
Zoro does not know that Sanji could hear him and the blonde was seething in rage. I will so kill that bastard one day.
Later during lunch, Sanji serves their food as normal but takes his own food into his room and refuses to come out.
He really is that mad.
Zoro then starts to feel bad. Maybe he did go a bit too far. Either way, he will wait til later to talk with him. Later that evening, he went down to the kitchen to see Sanji.
The cook was right at work and does not notice Zoro’s presence til he feels an arm wrap itself around his waist. “What do you want Marimo?”
Zoro kisses Sanji in the cheek. “Baby I am sorry for that statement I made earlier.”
Sanji sighs and then turns around to face his lover. “I hate you but at the same time I love you,” Zoro grins and cups Sanji’s face with a hand. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He then leans in and pulls Sanji into a passionate kiss, which the cook happily reciprocates.
Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the crew were secretly watching them and exchanged smiles.
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Previous // Next
Ivan: I’d like t’see him say somethin’ with a broken jaw. Bruno: You’ll get fired… Ivan: Bah. [gleeful squealing] ?: Doggy, doggy, doggy! [Bruno chuckles as a tiny being barrels straight into Oreo, arms flailing excitedly] Ivan: It’s a good job he’s friendly. ?: Does your doggy have a name? Bruno: He’s called Oreo. ?: [gasps] Like the cookie?! Bruno: Exactly like the cookie. Ivan: Where y’parents at, bud? [Ivan’s question remained unanswered; the small child far too busy making a new, slobbery friend] Bruno: He reminds me of you. Ivan: Pfft. Bruno: Wanna steal him? [Ivan snorts, shaking his head] Bruno: Are your mom n’ dad around, lil’ dude? ?: Momma’s here-.. she’s a slowpoke! [frantic footsteps] Jessie: Jude! What’ve I told you about talking to strangers?! Jude: But-… Jessie: But nothing! Sorry, he sees a dog and its jus-.. Ian? Ivan: Uh-.. Ivan. Jessie: Ah, I remember now… [Ivan tried to speak, but it felt like a shard of glass had lodged itself in his throat] [Jessie shifted nervously, practically answering Ivan’s unspoken question without being asked…] Jessie: Erh, maybe we should talk-.. are you busy? [Ivan shook his head, too stunned to reply]
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giggly-squiggily · 2 months
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I highly feel that Geto is way too stressed and Gojo senses that. I feel that Gojo would totally wreck him to relieve some of that stress. To just slow down and laugh freely.
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KERKJER Thank you so much, anon! And AHH! Lee!Geto!!! I need fluff after these past few episodes of JJK, lemme tell you! I've gotcha covered, y'all!
CW: Swearing, Panic Attacks
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Midterms are coming up, I need to study-
My new technique has too many quirks to use-
Why are we doing this? What’s the point of it all-
Did I turn off the stove this morning? Oh god- Gojo couldn’t hear these thoughts, but he knew Geto long enough to read the dread on his friend’s face like a paperback novel. Staring at his friend spiraling, he reached out and flicked him in the forehead.
“Ow! The hell’s wrong with you, Satoru?” Geto flailed, shocked out of his reverie as he glared daggers at him. “What is it?”
“You’re doing it again.”
Geto froze over, eyes going blank and jaw slightly slacked. Then he flushed, ears red as he averted his gaze, slumping. “How bad was it?”
“Like you were witnessing a murder. Or Shoko stealing your rice balls.” Gojo grinned as he reached out, shaking Geto’s shoulder. “Come on, Suguru- breathe! Whatever’s got you freaking out will work itself out. It always does!”
“It’s not that easy. Sure, logically I know things are gonna be fine, but my brain won’t accept that! I can’t get it to shut down and I just-” Caught in a whirlwind of sudden emotion, Geto bowed his head in defeat, slumping forward like a slacked marionette. “I just…”
“Hey, hey- breathe. Seriously.” Dropping his teasing tone, Gojo rested his hand on Geto’s back, rubbing small circles. “Just breathe right now. Nice and slow…”
Geto did so, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as he gasped around shaky breaths. He barely heard Gojo’s voice anymore, but that was fine. The hand on his back was more than reassuring. Slowly, he was brought out of his near-panic attack. “Sorry.”
“Pfft- you’re such a sap.” Relieved his friend sounded better, Gojo did what he did best. He began poking Geto. “Next you’re gonna tell me how grateful and appreciative you are of me! Just like a shoujo manga! Come on, confess your love!”
“Ah! Aheahaha, screhehehw yoohohohohu! Sahhahatohohoru!” Geto shot back at the sudden tickle, trying and failing to block out Gojo’s hands. “Cuuhuhuhut it ohohohohut! Aheahhaha, dohohohon’t!”
“Don’t what? Don’t hold back your feelings? It’s okay- let them out! Tell me how much you looooove me!” Gojo sang, bringing one hand to Suguru’s neck as the other wormed beneath his arm. They weren’t nearly his most ticklish spots, but damn if they didn’t get Geto giggling like nobody’s business! “Tell me you think I’m the prettiest boy in the world!”
“Aheahhahaha, lihihihihike hehehheell yoohohohohu ahahahahre! Aheahhahaha, Sahhahatou!” Geto tried to lean away from the other, but Gojo simply followed, climbing on top of him as he pressed into his armpits. “Gehhehhet ohohohoohohohoff!”
“Never! I’m attached to you forever and ever!” Gojo sang, deciding to be bold and going straight for Geto’s hips. “Suguru~ Tell me you love meeeee~”
“AHAHA!” The green haired teen let out a scream, nearly sending the other off with how hard he jerked at the feeling. “SAHHAHTORU!”
“Suguru!” Gojo yelled back, laughing like a hyena as Geto howled and cackled beneath him, feet kicking and torso arching upward in vain attempts to grab the hands massaging his hips. “Look at you, you’re so giggly now! Tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle! A tickle tickle tickle, Suguru!”
If he could, Geto would verbally rip his white haired menace of a friend a new one. Alas, Gojo had effectively silenced him- no really; he was going for the dips of his hips that never failed to have him tea-kettle wheezing in place of booming laughter.
With the little strength he had left, he reached out and grabbed Gojo’s sides, squeezing right along the spot he knew his friend was ticklish in. Gojo yelped and jerked, hands coming away from Geto’s hips to grab his wrists. That was the opportunity he needed.
“Whoa!” The world twisted, the ground was suddenly the sky, and above him- a flushed face, heavy breathing Geto glared down at him. “Hey there, gorgeous- how you’ve been?”
“You…huhuhush.” Geto growled without any malice, suddenly too tired to tickle back. Below him, Gojo got comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head and wagging his brows with a small smirk. When Geto met his eye once more, he blew a kiss.
“I hate you.” He groaned as Gojo laughed, falling onto his side and off the other. “You’re so annoying- why are we friends again?”
“Cause we’re the only ones who can stand each other's company.” Gojo winked, earning a light shove. “I don’t mind it if we were the last two on earth; though I bet you’d get bored of me after a while.”
“Never.” The words came automatically and swiftly. Geto blinked- even Gojo seemed taken aback by them. “I’d never get bored of you.” The more he said it, the more real it felt. “I’d be bored to tears without you if I’m being honest.”
“Ehe..you know, I was kidding earlier- about the whole confession thing.” Gojo tried to laugh it off, his cheeks starting to turn pink. “You don’t have to get all sappy with me.”
“No, I mean it. Really.” Geto turned so he was on his side, facing the other. “You’re a real pain in the ass, and half the time I want to strangle you, but you’re also my best friend and one of the coolest guys I’ve ever known. You’re there to keep me from spiraling whenever my headspace gets bad, and you always make me laugh. You find these ridiculous things for us to try whenever you travel, and you always send me pictures of you posing in ridiculous places. You’re important to me. Really, you might be one of the only reasons I haven’t dropped off the face of the earth right about now, so…thanks for that.”
Gojo was quiet as he listened, staring up at the sky as he took in every word. His lips were flat, and he was blinking rather rapidly. “You really are a sap, you know that?” He grinned, his voice somewhat wobbly.
“Oak or maple?” Geto grinned, making Gojo cackle.
“Now kiss me you fool!” Gojo threw himself on top of him, making kissy noises and messing up his hair as Geto laughed beneath him. Soon they were wrestling once more, throwing grass in eachother’s faces and jabbing at tickle spots. It was utterly ridiculous yet special at the same time.
It was just as Gojo said; all of it worked out in the end somehow.
Thanks for reading!
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Victor
Collection Event: Mirror mirror...
A little Victor treat cause I missed him. ♡ Pardon any awkwardness since I don't have much time to proofread it.
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(Where... am I...?)
(I'm sure I went to sleep in my room at the Crown castle, did I not?)
I decided to walk around and assess the situation...
Victor: "Hi there, Kate."
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...I was greeted by Victor, who suddenly appeared in front of me.
Kate: "Victor....!? You appeared out of thin air..."
Kate: ".. oh, is it a magic trick, perhaps?"
Victor: "Pfft, it's not a magic trick. This is just a dream you're having, so anything is possible!"
Kate: "A dream...?"
Victor: "Yes, anything that happens here, happens according to your wish."
Victor: "Whether it's gorgeous gem- adorned dresses or delicious, buttery pastries..."
Victor: "One wish from you, and you can have anything you want."
As he said this, he picked up a tree branch that lay at his feet.
Victor: "Let's see --"
He gently waved the branch as if it were a wizard's wand.
At that moment, a table ready for a tea party and a large wardrobe fell from the sky.
The wardrobe opened itself, revealing a variety of colourful dresses.
Victor: "... ta da!"
Kate: "Whoa... amazing! It really is a dream..."
Victor: "Your enthusiasm is appreciated! Well, no point just standing around; let's continue our chat over a cup of tea."
He urged me to sit on the chair that had just appeared and drink the tea prepared for me.
(I feel like I'm always drinking tea with Victor...)
(...it's strange to enjoy myself like that in a dream)
Kate: "By the way, why are you my dream, Victor?"
Victor: "I'm here to make your dreams come true! It's like a stage set-up."
Kate: "My dreams, you say..."
Victor: "Yeah, no matter how daring they may seem. Tell me what you want?"
Victor: "Let your imagination run freely. Whether you want to fly, do something outlandish, or just visualise it!"
Victor: "I'll accept anything and make it come true!"
Kate: "Then... I want to spoil you, Victor."
His jewel-like eyes widened in astonishment.
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Victor: "...spoil me?"
Victor: "Um... it's definitely something you want to do, yes? You're not trying to fulfill my wishes?"
Kate: "Yes, it's what I want."
Kate: "You're busy working as the Queen's Aide and looking after the Crown."
Kate: "And yet you never show that you're tired and always take care of me..."
Kate: "So I thought I'd let you rest your body and mind."
Victor: "........."
Kate: "But whenever I try to persuade you to take a break in real life, you politely refuse..."
Kate: "And there's only so much I can do when I lend you a hand with work."
Kate: "So... will you allow me to help you, even if just in a dream?"
Kate: "That's what I want."
Victor: "Seriously... you know you've already helped me enough?"
Victor smiled softly in an attempt to dispel my anxiety. He was kind even in a dream.
(Still, it was true I've been performing my duties as a fairytale writer...)
(Little by little, I feel like I'm helping the Crown)
(... but, that's not enough)
I wanted him to need me more. I wanted to be useful... I wanted to get closer.
These feelings welled up in my heart whenever I was with Victor.
Wanting to dote on Victor was more for my own benefit than his.
Victor: "........."
Kate: "I'll do whatever I can, so..."
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Victor: "...now now, don't be too hasty saying things like that."
Victor: "Even if I'm just a figment of your imagination."
Victor chided me but then winked playfully.
Victor: "But... if that's what you want, then by all means, feel free to pamper me."
Kate: "Thank you so much...!"
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Victor: "Haha, I should be thanking you."
Victor: "Hmm, so you want to pamper me then... but what should I ask you to do?"
Kate: "Would you like to have a nap? You could use my lap as a pillow!"
Victor: "Lap pillow...?"
(Oops, I got carried away and said something weird... offering my lap was a ridiculous idea...)
Kate: "S-sorry, forget what I said..."
Victor: "What a splendid idea, Kate!"
Victor: "I'm tall, so I always look down at you, don't I? It'll be fun to look up for a change."
He did not find it strange and accepted the proposal.
As I sat down in a field of flowers, Victor took off his coat and gently placed his head on my lap.
(It's strange... the touch of Victor's hair and his warmth feel so real)
Kate: "Are you comfortable?"
Victor: "Of course! It's perfect... though isn't my head too heavy?"
Kate: "Not at all, it's very light... Erm, I don't mean that your head is empty or anything like that...!"
Victor: "Haha! Don't worry, Kate!"
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Victor: "I know you wouldn't look down like that at anyone... I can see right through you."
Kate: "... thank you."
His words made me happy; I could feel my lips curve into a smile.
Victor, who had been watching me from the lap, reached out and stroked my cheek.
Victor: "Being able to see your happy face at such a close distance... definitely makes me a fan of this position."
Victor: "Thank you for being by my side and always keeping a smile on your face."
His tender touch tickled me, and I returned the favour by combing my hand through his hair.
We continued talking about trifle things, until...
Kate: "....achoo!"
I suddenly felt a chill and let out a small sneeze.
Victor: "Are you feeling chilly? I'd hate for you to catch a cold."
Victor: "Put on my coat for now... I'll get something else to keep you warm."
He stood up in a hurry, intending to leave me.
Kate: "W-wait, please! I'm fine, so stay with me a little longer..."
It was Victor's presence that brought happiness into my dreams.
I felt that the moment he disappeared from view, the dream would end, and I would be back to reality...
I stopped him, wanting to immerse myself in this world a little longer.
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Victor: "... then, may I hug you?"
Kate: "Huh...?"
Victor: "There's nothing here that can keep you warm other than me. Kidding --"
Kate: "... is it okay to impose on you this way?"
I was aware I was dreaming, and yet I did feel a bit chilly.
I wanted Victor to stay by my side, and I wanted to stay warm,
His offer satisfied both of those needs... so I gladly accepted it.
Victor: "........."
Hearing my reply, Victor became unusually silent, and then, hesitating, he gently pulled me into his arms.
He wasn't supposed to be real, and yet I could feel his body heat,
my own body, which meant to be cold, gradually started to warm up.
(I don't know why... I feel so calm)
Being held like that by a man made me embarrassed.
But more than that, it was like my body had been waiting for Victor to embrace me for a long time...
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It gave me a sense of security—the sensation that I was where I belonged.
Without saying a word, I hugged him back, and his arms, initially hesitant, tightened their grip around me.
Kate: "... I think I like being hugged by you."
I said it without thinking, and then I realized. This was not the reality but the world of dreams.
Kate: "Still... this is my dream and my desire. I'm sorry for making you go out with me..."
I was happy to have my shallow desires fulfilled by the dream Victor...
...yet my happiness rang hollow.
Victor: "... you think so? Maybe this isn't just your wish."
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Victor: "I'm sure the real Victor would appreciate it as much."
Wrapped in the arms of an imaginary Victor whose words were kind, just like in reality.
I sincerely hoped that this pleasant dream would last a little longer.
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acozysoulwrites · 7 months
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The damned fix the damned | D.D
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Description: The silence between two strangers finally breaks when Daryl and reader are paired together for watch duty and unspoken feelings are finally unearthed.
Warnings: None!
a/n: Daryl brings me this comfort nothing else can, he really is so real and dear to me.
There’s a sort of silence that isn’t uncomfortable. While the line between comfortable and uncomfortable silence is thin, it exists. On rare occasions, you’ll meet someone who makes the quiet bearable.
The watch tower creaks in the late September air and through the sound of leaves rustling, two or three walkers could be heard.
Daryl reaches into his pocket, covering the flame with his hand he inhales and a warmth flickers at the end of the cigarette. He exhales and suddenly her presence becomes unbelievably apparent to him, so he speaks up.
“Hm?” He gestures, shaking the tattered box toward her.
Her eyes leave the forest, “Nah… I don’t smoke” She says. “Plenty of things in this world to kill me already”.
“Pfft”
She looks at him seriously now, “I meant it”
“Nah I know” Daryl grumbles.
Crickets chirp in their silence as the two watch their own breath leave their lungs.
Daryl finds it hard to take his eyes off her moonlit figure. There were messy strands of hair in her perfectly outlined face and he felt a sort of tug in his chest that had been buried ages ago.
“What?” She asks, not looking his way. Her eyes remain locked in the distance.
Shit
Daryl pulls his gaze away, he repositions himself slightly. Nervously pushing a leaf beneath his boot.
“Felt you staring” She speaks again. She isn’t mad or even irritated, her voice is soft, like she’s used to his longing eyes on her.
“Sorry”
She turns to him now, “Don’t be… I see you doin’ it a lot you know” She smiles, eyeing him.
She hasn’t ever said anything?
“It’s okay, I do it too, i’m just better at hiding it” She chuckles.
Daryl stares at her. “You never thought maybe I don’t wanna hide it?”
Somewhere in her face, Daryl can see the confidence drain. Instead, in it’s place, a shyness creeps in.
“I don’t know why you’d wanna make it obvious, you never spoke to me before we got paired up this month. I mean i’ve been here over a year now…”
She seems a bit hurt, and he feels stupid.
“Wasn’t sure how” Daryl mumbles, fumbling a stick between his fingers. “Wasn’t sure you’d give me a chance”
“I woulda”
“Oh”
Silence again. Such a familiar feeling for the two of them.
But then she speaks. “You ever thought about quitting?” She gestures to his pocket.
Daryl huffs, a smile drawing itself onto his worn face. “You serious?”
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comfort-person · 7 months
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This GIF IM SORRY WHAT?!!!! 😩😩😩😩 anyways moving on this story is based on the ‘one bed’ trope. Yes I’m obsessed. I hope you all enjoy!!
Synopsis: you and Harry are forced to be a publicity stunt. He is your boyfriend for one year. A signed contract. But one problem… you hate each other.
Harry styles x fem! Reader
The lights of the paparazzis blinded you and Harry, Harry’s head bowed as his arm was wrapped tightly around you giving the impression of a protective boyfriend protecting his girlfriend his slender fingers wrapped around your hip as you both walked towards the doors of the five star hotel. Fans were screaming, shoving pictures and cd’s towards him attempting to get his attention but all he wanted to do was relax… what a day it had been. He was chewing a piece of gum, curly hair messy but driving the girls and guys wild as usual. His other hand was holding his water bottle, his sunglasses and his car keys… yes he did in fact have pretty big hands.
Once inside of the hotel, away from the eyes of the public you pulled away from Harry not saying anything to him as you walked to your guys’ hotel room. Eventually once at the right room you slid the card in before pulling it out abruptly the green light flickering slightly letting you know it had been unlocked before you pushed the door open, not holding it open for the man as instead it slammed into his arm “thanks.” He spoke sarcastically, you would’ve said something even more sarcastic if it wasn’t for the issue that had now made itself apparent to you… one fucking bed. Great! Just your luck, right? “Are you serious? Harry didn’t you say you got two separate beds?” You asked Harry dropping his stuff onto the desk
“Yes. I did. But clearly they didn’t listen… it isn’t my fault.” He spoke and you glared at him “not your fault? Pfft.” You scoffed, Harry’s cold green eyes boring into you as he stared an annoyed unimpressed look on his face “and earlier you called me childish. Grow the fuck up y/n.” He spat out, your attention now on him, a steamy angry emotion in both of you as you glared into each others eyes “it’s. a. bed. If you’re so unhappy with it sleep on the floor.” He muttered annoyed before sitting down on the bed, the outside world was already dark, and harry was just about ready for bed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and hated the fact that he just didn’t seem to care… he was truly a fucking asshole. Gods could your life get any worse? “People describe you as a gentleman… apparently you’re not. Because if you were you would’ve offered to sleep on the floor… cliche but if you did I might actually like you.” You spoke, yet didn’t even get a response from him. He just ignored you. Blatantly ignoring you. It pissed you off. Yet you watched as he soon grabbed a hold of a pillow neither of you would use before he stuffed a pillow in between the already laid out pillows- the one pillow standing up right creating an invisible equal line down the middle of the bed, “there… better princess.” He spoke sarcastically and you glared at him annoyed “you stick to your side. I stick to mine.” He spoke and you just nodded your head, before hurrying into the bathroom with your pyjamas, Harry getting changed himself before the both of you decided to wind down for the night.
Harry’s back was facing you, your back facing him too, the pillow being a lot of help actually yet you couldn’t get comfortable whatsoever. It was as if something was bugging you… and you forced yourself to believe it was him that was bugging you. But in reality it was this whole entire situation… you liked harry… and hated the fact that you both had to go around hiding these stupid fucking lies. You had been fidgeting nonstop for a good hour and a half, Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the wall blankly… he was really biting his tongue. But that’s when your cold foot touched the back of his leg his body jumping
“Jesus Christ y/n! You’re freezing… stop fidgeting and go to sleep” he spoke, voice laced with tiredness the deepness making his voice crackle slightly. “Okay. ‘m sorry.” You muttered before rolling onto your stomach before attempting to sleep again, Harry’s eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softly, relaxing all until a minute later you were moving again- bed creaking, foot colliding with Harry’s ass “ow!” He rolled onto his back neck craned to look at you “will you stop? You’re certainly doing that on purpose.” He spoke, your brows furrowed in discomfort “I’m sorry… I can’t sleep… can’t get comfortable. I miss my home… my own bed…” you murmured Harry’s eyes opening slightly wider as he listened to you “well… you’ll be able to go home sooner once you fall asleep.” He spoke before attempting to roll back over and sleep only to be grabbed by your gentle hand eyes full of sadness and worry
“Harry…” you whispered “y/n.” He spoke in the same tone “hold me.” Those words practically stumped Harry, as he froze, blinking- utterly baffled. Did he just hear you right. “What?” “Hold me Harry. Please… I- I can’t sleep unless close to someone… or something…” usually you had your back pressed against the wall but there was no wall either of the sides of the bed. All apart from Harry. Harry closed his eyes, exhaling quietly before shaking his head “fine.” He rolled over to face you, you rolling over again so your back was facing him before you backed up into his warm embrace- back pressing against his chest, his arms lightly wrapping around your waist hands closed into fists to make sure to not touch you without you wanting him to, your body soon relaxing as you closed your eyes, Harry relaxing too as slowly but surely the both of you fell into somewhat of a peaceful sleep.
Hours passed before eventually it was morning again, 6am to be precise. You would’ve slept in longer if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry’s fans were screaming his name… one side yelling ‘Harry’ another yelling ‘styles’ it was continuous. Annoying. Frustrating.
Your eyes fluttered open confused, a soft groan leaving your lips, yet that soon became the least of your worries as you soon realised you were not facing a wall anymore… but rather Harry himself… your chest pressed against his, face inches from his, your eyes widening slightly in shock…. You must’ve really gotten comfortable last night… Jesus. You stared shocked but didn’t attempt to move as you soon instead found yourself admiring him… his lips… his nose…. The way his eyelashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks… his hair sprawled out onto the pillow lips slightly pouted, arms still wrapped around you tightly and securely. His defined jawline and cheekbones making your stomach flutter. So much so you carefully reached your arm behind you grabbing your phone as you quickly but efficiently took a picture of him asleep, immediately posting it to Instagram keeping your eyes on him but also your phone to make sure he didn’t see you doing such a… romantic? Thing.
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A sudden “you know it’s rude to stare,” making you jump a small lazy smirk on Harry’s lips as he stared at you. You quickly turned your phone off dropping it by your side as you stared at him “sorry..” you smiled softly staring at him the feeling you had towards him was now of fondness rather than resentment. “Want to hear a joke?” He asked softly voice lazy and amused and you hummed watching as he smirked “right… okay.. what do you call a dinosaur who constantly kicks you up the bum?” You shook your head not knowing “a megasoreass…” your lips immediately upturned into a smile as you laughed “that’s so fucking stupid Harry.” You giggled out “okay okay I’ve got one…. What do you call someone who crosses the road to find a chicken?” Harry stared confused “uh I don’t know.” “Harry styles.” You spoke, Harry’s eyes narrowing as he glared at you playfully “well who’s the one who likes chicken here? I only eat fish… soo… I guess it’s really y/n y/l/n hm” he smirked at you your smile remaining yet both your faces began to relax as he began leaning in, you moving closer to him as well before the inevitable happened…
Your lips met with his, the pillow that once kept you both from being close to each other now was a place for both your heads to rest, Harry’s hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek bone as he kissed you deeply but passionately, eyes fluttered shut, growing more heated, his free hand sliding down your waist and your hands grasping onto his shoulders tightly hands soon curling into his hair, tugging slightly before eventually you were both forced to pull away…. Breathing heavily… looking into each others eyes as Harry stared at you
“Shit…” he murmured
“Shit.” You repeated after him studying his eyes silently… there’s no going back now, right? “Fuck it.” You whispered, lips colliding with his again as you kissed him passionately, the kisses messy and sloppy as his hands travelled down your waist, until eventually you were pulled on-top of him the filthy make out session continuing… and well….
The rest is history.
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forlorn-crows · 4 months
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based on stage presence i think dewdrop is way more stoic than most ppl write/characterise him.
dgmw he's absolutely a little shit and fiesty as fuck but i dont think thats his constant personality you get me??
ALSO WHILE WE'RE HERE I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT SATAN GAVE HIM NO ASS SHORT HEIGHT *AND* A SMALL DICK?
nah dew is hung and i refuse to believe otherwise (all of this is meant light hearted just in case that wasnt obvious)
~atmosghoul
im fuckin ded atmos. i support your big dick dew agenda even if i am fond of the little dick dew (but i also am going against the grain by liking little dick mountain too sooooo we even out??? idk)
he def got no ass tho. sorry ass-having dew truthers lsjflkklds (sooo sooo /lh). that boy fuckin flat as a 2x4. so is mountain. just dew in a capital font as far as body composition goes pfft
and back to the point about his personality, yes i do think he's more stoic than people write him! think of the introduction video made by ghost itself, he's described as 'the stoic one'. standing rigidly with hands behind his back. as he often does.
he can absolutely be a little shit. all of them can. but i agree, i dont think thats his default setting. he'll get a little twinkle in his eye after being quiet all day and then you know you're in trouble lol.
i think he's def more level headed than a lot of people write him to be.
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harry-styles-obsessed · 7 months
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This GIF IM SORRY WHAT?!!!! 😩😩😩😩 anyways moving on this story is based on the ‘one bed’ trope. Yes I’m obsessed. I hope you all enjoy!!
Synopsis: you and Harry are forced to be a publicity stunt. He is your boyfriend for one year. A signed contract. But one problem… you hate each other.
Harry styles x fem! reader
The lights of the paparazzis blinded you and Harry, Harry’s head bowed as his arm was wrapped tightly around you giving the impression of a protective boyfriend protecting his girlfriend his slender fingers wrapped around your hip as you both walked towards the doors of the five star hotel. Fans were screaming, shoving pictures and cd’s towards him attempting to get his attention but all he wanted to do was relax… what a day it had been. He was chewing a piece of gum, curly hair messy but driving the girls and guys wild as usual. His other hand was holding his water bottle, his sunglasses and his car keys… yes he did in fact have pretty big hands.
Once inside of the hotel, away from the eyes of the public you pulled away from Harry not saying anything to him as you walked to your guys’ hotel room. Eventually once at the right room you slid the card in before pulling it out abruptly the green light flickering slightly letting you know it had been unlocked before you pushed the door open, not holding it open for the man as instead it slammed into his arm “thanks.” He spoke sarcastically, you would’ve said something even more sarcastic if it wasn’t for the issue that had now made itself apparent to you… one fucking bed. Great! Just your luck, right? “Are you serious? Harry didn’t you say you got two separate beds?” You asked Harry dropping his stuff onto the desk
“Yes. I did. But clearly they didn’t listen… it isn’t my fault.” He spoke and you glared at him “not your fault? Pfft.” You scoffed, Harry’s cold green eyes boring into you as he stared an annoyed unimpressed look on his face “and earlier you called me childish. Grow the fuck up y/n.” He spat out, your attention now on him, a steamy angry emotion in both of you as you glared into each others eyes “it’s. a. bed. If you’re so unhappy with it sleep on the floor.” He muttered annoyed before sitting down on the bed, the outside world was already dark, and harry was just about ready for bed. You couldn’t believe what he was saying and hated the fact that he just didn’t seem to care… he was truly a fucking asshole. Gods could your life get any worse? “People describe you as a gentleman… apparently you’re not. Because if you were you would’ve offered to sleep on the floor… cliche but if you did I might actually like you.” You spoke, yet didn’t even get a response from him. He just ignored you. Blatantly ignoring you. It pissed you off. Yet you watched as he soon grabbed a hold of a pillow neither of you would use before he stuffed a pillow in between the already laid out pillows- the one pillow standing up right creating an invisible equal line down the middle of the bed, “there… better princess.” He spoke sarcastically and you glared at him annoyed “you stick to your side. I stick to mine.” He spoke and you just nodded your head, before hurrying into the bathroom with your pyjamas, Harry getting changed himself before the both of you decided to wind down for the night.
Harry’s back was facing you, your back facing him too, the pillow being a lot of help actually yet you couldn’t get comfortable whatsoever. It was as if something was bugging you… and you forced yourself to believe it was him that was bugging you. But in reality it was this whole entire situation… you liked harry… and hated the fact that you both had to go around hiding these stupid fucking lies. You had been fidgeting nonstop for a good hour and a half, Harry’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the wall blankly… he was really biting his tongue. But that’s when your cold foot touched the back of his leg his body jumping
“Jesus Christ y/n! You’re freezing… stop fidgeting and go to sleep” he spoke, voice laced with tiredness the deepness making his voice crackle slightly. “Okay. ‘m sorry.” You muttered before rolling onto your stomach before attempting to sleep again, Harry’s eyes fluttering shut as he sighed softly, relaxing all until a minute later you were moving again- bed creaking, foot colliding with Harry’s ass “ow!” He rolled onto his back neck craned to look at you “will you stop? You’re certainly doing that on purpose.” He spoke, your brows furrowed in discomfort “I’m sorry… I can’t sleep… can’t get comfortable. I miss my home… my own bed…” you murmured Harry’s eyes opening slightly wider as he listened to you “well… you’ll be able to go home sooner once you fall asleep.” He spoke before attempting to roll back over and sleep only to be grabbed by your gentle hand eyes full of sadness and worry
“Harry…” you whispered “y/n.” He spoke in the same tone “hold me.” Those words practically stumped Harry, as he froze, blinking- utterly baffled. Did he just hear you right. “What?” “Hold me Harry. Please… I- I can’t sleep unless close to someone… or something…” usually you had your back pressed against the wall but there was no wall either of the sides of the bed. All apart from Harry. Harry closed his eyes, exhaling quietly before shaking his head “fine.” He rolled over to face you, you rolling over again so your back was facing him before you backed up into his warm embrace- back pressing against his chest, his arms lightly wrapping around your waist hands closed into fists to make sure to not touch you without you wanting him to, your body soon relaxing as you closed your eyes, Harry relaxing too as slowly but surely the both of you fell into somewhat of a peaceful sleep.
Hours passed before eventually it was morning again, 6am to be precise. You would’ve slept in longer if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry’s fans were screaming his name… one side yelling ‘Harry’ another yelling ‘styles’ it was continuous. Annoying. Frustrating.
Your eyes fluttered open confused, a soft groan leaving your lips, yet that soon became the least of your worries as you soon realised you were not facing a wall anymore… but rather Harry himself… your chest pressed against his, face inches from his, your eyes widening slightly in shock…. You must’ve really gotten comfortable last night… Jesus. You stared shocked but didn’t attempt to move as you soon instead found yourself admiring him… his lips… his nose…. The way his eyelashes brushed against the tops of his cheeks… his hair sprawled out onto the pillow lips slightly pouted, arms still wrapped around you tightly and securely. His defined jawline and cheekbones making your stomach flutter. So much so you carefully reached your arm behind you grabbing your phone as you quickly but efficiently took a picture of him asleep, immediately posting it to Instagram keeping your eyes on him but also your phone to make sure he didn’t see you doing such a… romantic? Thing.
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A sudden “you know it’s rude to stare,” making you jump a small lazy smirk on Harry’s lips as he stared at you. You quickly turned your phone off dropping it by your side as you stared at him “sorry..” you smiled softly staring at him the feeling you had towards him was now of fondness rather than resentment. “Want to hear a joke?” He asked softly voice lazy and amused and you hummed watching as he smirked “right… okay.. what do you call a dinosaur who constantly kicks you up the bum?” You shook your head not knowing “a megasoreass…” your lips immediately upturned into a smile as you laughed “that’s so fucking stupid Harry.” You giggled out “okay okay I’ve got one…. What do you call someone who crosses the road to find a chicken?” Harry stared confused “uh I don’t know.” “Harry styles.” You spoke, Harry’s eyes narrowing as he glared at you playfully “well who’s the one who likes chicken here? I only eat fish… soo… I guess it’s really y/n y/l/n hm” he smirked at you your smile remaining yet both your faces began to relax as he began leaning in, you moving closer to him as well before the inevitable happened…
Your lips met with his, the pillow that once kept you both from being close to each other now was a place for both your heads to rest, Harry’s hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb brushing against your cheek bone as he kissed you deeply but passionately, eyes fluttered shut, growing more heated, his free hand sliding down your waist and your hands grasping onto his shoulders tightly hands soon curling into his hair, tugging slightly before eventually you were both forced to pull away…. Breathing heavily… looking into each others eyes as Harry stared at you
“Shit.” He murmured
“Shit.” You repeated after him studying his eyes silently… there’s no going back now, right? “Fuck it.” You whispered, lips colliding with his again as you kissed him passionately, the kisses messy and sloppy as his hands travelled down your waist, until eventually you were pulled on-top of him the filthy make out session continuing… and well….
The rest is history.
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haggamennon · 9 months
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Excuse me? I see that you are taking requests? And I was wondering if I could request a Legoshi x male reader? Like reader happily helping Legoshi with grooming his fur, and to Legoshi is grateful. His tail ends up wagging and they both are a good laugh. Just something soft and fluffy for you to work with. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
OMG, MY FIRST REQUEST 😍😍😍
Thank you for requesting and I'm happy to help you out :)
⚠️FDNI⚠️
Legoshi x Reader
Warning: None >:)
Content: Fluff, Romantic,SFW, Male! Reader (or GN! Reader) but No reader's gender is revealed only thing used is 'you'
💖Light Shower🩹
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Like always, when the weekend comes, you two are always in your house, having a little time just for you two. Your parents are always working, so it was a great time to just stay close to each other.
You were helping Legoshi brush his fur. Even though you were trying your best to not hurt him while brushing his fur, he would still keep moving.
"Legoshi, quit moving! Your fur has a lot of split ends, I'll end up pulling them" You use your hands and place them on his waist, making him sit on your bed, making him stay still in place.
"I-i'm trying! Sorry, [Name]...." He lets out a whine feeling your hands putting him in place, Your grip on his waist was strong but careful.
"There's no need to apologize, silly. Just stay still and try not to move, I'll get the cream to help make your fur softer to brush it, and I'll be right back." you get out of bed and run to the bathroom to get some fur cream.
When you came back, he was holding the remote control and was choosing something to watch.
"What do you think we should watch?" He asks you, his tail wagging in the air.
You let out a chuckle, seeing your boyfriend just sitting there, like a child waiting for their favorite cartoon to appear on the TV (to be honest, I see Legoshi like a big child in a relationship)
"(How can he act like a child sometimes?)" You think to yourself, smiling at his behavior. "How about a cartoon? It might be fun watching one, you can choose one"
You sit back where you were and start brushing his fur again. Thanks to the cream, it helped you brush his fur, it was way easier than before.
After some time, you were taking care of his tail, while he was just started enjoying your company and the cartoon. He was enjoying way too much and he forgot about his tail. It started acting by itself and started wagging calmly but fast.
You were almost ending up brushing his tail when it started wagging. It started hitting you in the face uncontrollably, but it wasn't strong enough to hurt you. It tickled and ended up making you laugh a little.
He noticed your giggles and look at his back to see what was happening, he noticed his tail wagging and tried rescuing you by trying to grab his tail, but he ended up falling on top of you.
He was propped up on his elbows, even with the size difference, the two of you were face to face. You cup his face in your hands, making him redder than a tomato. Even dating for more than 2 year, he was still embarrassed by a simple gesture of affection from you.
"Legoshi! Pfft-" You let out another laugh, and you kiss his muzzle, his mind starts to malfunction, his body went still, and he just laid on top of you, resting his head on your chest, he tried his best not to let go of his body weight on top of you, not to hurt you, but you didn't mind it. "You sure is something, hehe" You start petting his head (just like you do to a cat).
"I'll take it as a compliment, heh..." He lets out a chuckle, with his tail wagging like crazy.
He locks his eyes with yours, in his mind, he could already see a future with you on his side, you were his life. He never believed in true love, but seeing you here with him like this. He could start believing in it.
The start took only 5 minutes but for both of you, it took an eternity. He put one of his hands on your back and he turns around, now you are on top of him, and he is under you. You let out a giggle. Your head was on his chest, he was shirtless and his fur was fluffy, thanks to the cream. He covers you with his arms, and most of your body was being covered by his arms, you weren't that small but he was almost a giant.
After a long time of you two enjoying each other's company. You two ended up sleeping with the TV on, his chest was going up and down, and his heartbeat was helping you sleep more.
Moments like these are always relaxing, you were a lucky person for having an amazing boyfriend at your disposal.
His soft snore and your breathing were a good way to drive both of you two
Just another night with your boyfriend close to you, hugging you tight.
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Did you guys like it? It was my first request and I was so happy to do it♡
(Sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, my English is not the best)
I hope I got the right idea from the request 🥲
Anywaaays, I really hope you guys liked it 💖
Byeeee👋
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aemonds-wifey · 1 year
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The Dragon and the Wolf
Childhood Part 3
Summary: Three Years have passed since you first met Prince Aemond. You travel to Driftmark for the funeral of Laena Velaryon with your father- You are reunited with Aemond but both your lives change forever.
Your long fingers hold onto the delicate raven scroll even tighter as you re-read the words Aemond has written to you from last week. Your heart strings are aching at the passages he has wrote:
“They gave me a pig…me! They continue to mock me by laughing at me, Aegon too seems to be the ring leader in their jests. Luke is the one that gives me no rest…he sniggers and teases me. Foolish strong boy will not always be laughing.
Did you read the books I sent you? I hope you enjoy them as I did…I also have a High Valyrian book ready to gift to you when I see you next.
Yours
Aemond.”              
You held the scroll up to your lips, only to remove it once you heard foot seps approach the door-a gentle knock occurred and you turned around
“Enter?” you said
You father appeared, looking at you with a waited look “are you ready? We have to leave very soon.” You sighed as you placed the scroll back in the box where you kept the rest of the scrolls you an Aemond had exchanged. Prince Daemon had lost his wife in childbirth, which only meant you would dwell on your poor mother for a few days. Yet reading Aemond's letters once again brought you a comfort ,There were so many letters you enjoyed re-reading them from time to time. Even when Aemond had little to say, they were precious to you. You produced a key from your person, Locking the trinket box and hiding the key, you knew your brother would only tease you if he read the letters and since he was not accompanying you to the funeral, you best thought to leave them protected.
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The funeral itself was an interesting ceremony, Leana was given back to the sea in the tradition of her house. As you watched the ceremony take place, you occasionally looked over to see Aemond observing it all, he too occasionally glanced at you with a small smile. You spotted Rhaenyra and her husband, also her children-who to your eyes looked as much of a Velaryon as you did. Otto Hightower was the hand of the king again, you heard that Lyonel and his son, Harwin had perished in a mysterious fire at Harrenhal, a place you would not want to visit as you heard so many unpleasant stories about the castle-it was said to be cursed.
After the ceremony was concluded everybody was attending the wake outside atop one of the castles many balconies. Before you could go and speak to Aemond, you followed your father and approached the rouge prince himself.
Daemon was leaning against the stone balcony, overlooking the peaceful view of the ocean. You father bowed his head “My prince. My most sincere condolences.”                                                 Daemon nodded his head “Thank you…Good of you to come all this way Lord Stark…” he noticed you “Lady Stark.”                                                                                                                                                           “Prince Daemon…I am so sorry for you loss.” You said softly
“Thank you Lady Stark…your kind words are indeed moving.” He responded. He seemed genuine, until his eyes caught his niece wondering through the guests searching for someone to talk to. As you father opened his mouth to speak Daemon excused himself and shifted his way to lean on the balcony, keeping a close eye near his brother. As you stood with him you noticed out of the corner of your eye Aegon was smirking at you, nudging his brother
“That’s your bride to be? Brother well done…” Aegon said
Aemond went quiet “Indeed…you have your own betrothed to watch over brother.” Aemond said
“That idiot? Pfft.” He scoffed finishing his wine “We do have one thing in common though…” Aegon said
Aemond looked at him “Hmm?”
Aegon looked to you and then looked at his brother “We both fancy creatures with very long legs…” he giggled and left his brother “Wench!? Another!” he said.
“Aegon.” Aemond said with a sigh.
You noticed Aemond was alone, you left your fathers side-carefully moving in between brother to not catch Aegon’s wondering attention. You bowed before Aemond “My prince.”
He smiled at your approach “Lady Stark.”
You both smiled, you hated the formalities but kept it up for the sake of your current situation.
You both moved and looked over the ocean at the stone wall balcony.
You cleared your throat “ia gevie…view…” you said
Aemond frowned “Was that high Valyrian?”
“A poor attempt…” you admitted with a small smile
“Very poor…” he said
Your smiled ceased at his harsh words, but he smiled at you “But…a good effort…I apologise I did not bring that book for you…I was not aware you would be here.”
“Oh…Do not worry.” You said with disappointment in your tones
Aemond noticed and spoke “But I am glad you are here..”
You both smiled. You looked off into the distance and saw a large shadow glide through the clouds “Was that…?” you asked
“Vhagar…Lady Laena’s dragon.” Aemond said as he followed your gaze. The large shadow moved again, you caught glimpse of Vhagar moving to the sand dunes.
“What will happen to her?” you asked
“I know not.” Aemond answered, standing closer to you.
“She has no rider…will Rheana claim her?” you asked lowering your voice.                                                                Aemond scoffed “Perhaps…”                                                                                   “I cannot imagine her frustration….if someone else claimed her…” you said leaning your head back slightly and looking at Aemond directly. Aemond met your gaze, in that instant he read your mind and smiled again. He knew what you were implying. You both spoke for a while about your letters to each other, and how much you enjoyed the books he had gifted to you over the last few years. The sun began to dip behind the clouds and it started to get dark,
Your father approached you both “Prince Aemond…” he said bowing “Y/N we must retire for the evening, you and the Prince may go for a walk along the beach in the morrow how does that sound?”
“Are we not leaving in the morrow father?” you piped up
He smiled “We were due to, but I thought you could spend more time with your intended. Lord Corlys has allowed us an extra night.” He said.
This news pleased you both as you bowed your head to Aemond “Good night my prince…”
He nodded “My lady…”   Your eyes did not break with Aemonds as you curtseyed him before leaving, once you were out of sight he looked over to the sand dunes-as the sun began to set he took a deep breath and moved down the stairs…to the sand dunes.
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The clasping thud brought you out of yourself, you had never heard such a noise before. You lifted yourself up from your bed and hurried to the window to see a large dragon wing swoop past your window. Vhagar. You snuck out to get your cloak to keep you warm as you intended to greet Aemond, only when you got down the corridor you saw Jace, Luke , Baela and Rheana -when they saw you they all froze
“What are doing wolf girl?” Rhaena spat
“I heard a noise…what are you doing?” you asked
“Someone stole Vhagar! We are going to see who!” Luke said excitedly
Aemond, You knew it was him. You also knew they would not be kind to him “I’ll come with you.” You said walking towards them
“You will never ride a dragon! Mind your wolves and leave!” Rheana said bitterly
You stood over her “I will do as I please.” You said
Jace and Luke started to walk down the path ways to the caves, you followed suit. As you all found your way to a old cave that lead out onto the balconies you all stood still, as Aemond came from the other side-removing his cloak and tossing it to the side so carefree.
“Its him!” Rhaena said
“Its me.” Aemond said. He walked differently, he spoke differently
“Vhagar is my mothers dragon!”
“Your mothers dead…Vhagar has a new rider now.” He said
“She was mine to claim-“
“Then you should have claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride” he briefly caught your eye, cocked his head with a smirk before looking back at the angry sisters “It would suit you”
You couldn’t help but smirk at him, he exuded so much confidence it was difficult to ignore, before you could do anything further Rheana came at Aemond with her arms up, Aemond easily shoved her down to the hard dusty floor. As soon as he turned back around he was met with Baela’s fist to his face, he wasted no effort in returning to his feet to throw a punch to her which knocked her straight to the ground by your feet. You watched wordlessly as Aemond stood over her “Come at me again and I’ll feed you to my dragon!”
Jace was the next to come at Aemond, both throwing punches-missing each other by inches, until Aemond used his leg to kick Jace down to the floor. You moved to assist as Luke screamed and grabbed Aemond, Baela’s wrist held your ankle and all you could do was watch as Aemond grabbed Luke by the throat and punched him to the floor with one throw.  Jace scrambled to his feet and pushed Aemond back to the ground, Baela and Rheana joined in kicking and punching him, you rushed towards them , grabbing Baela and angrily throwing her against the cave wall-Aemond took the moment to kick Jace in the chest which sent him hurtling backwards and aggressively he shoved Rheana to the side where she fell backwards. Luke came once again screamed at Aemond, “Aemond!” you warned him.
Luke was met with Aemond gripping him by the throat, this time it was tighter-as Luke waved his arms around.  You tried to move towards him but Immediately you felt Jace hit you across the back of the head with such force you fell forward-hitting your face on the ground, which Aemond saw and proceeded to pick up a rock that lay next to his arm as he raised himself to his feet. He held the
“You will die screaming in flames just as your father did” He looked at Jace “Bastards!”
Jace stared at Aemond as he insulted them, Luke couldn’t break free from Aemonds grip
“My father is still alive!” Luke whimpered, blood pouring from his nose down to his chin.
Aemond’s grip softened, he let go of Luke’s and he let his hand holding the rock down slightly “He doesn’t know does he…? Lord Strong.” He snarled.
Your head snapped to the side when you heard the unsheathing of a knife, Jace held it fiercely and your heart leap with worry “Jace!” Rheana yelled, her sister holding her back.
You got to your feet to try and hold Jace back , but to no avail as he already leapt forward, Aemond hurdled Luke at him to distract him-only for Jace to swiftly shift his brother to the side and he went at him with the knife, swinging at him.
“Aemond!” you cried out getting to your feet, you felt Luke push you back down with his foot firmly on your back, the pain was horrible and all you could do was watch what followed. Aemond, without mercy punched Jace to the floor , dropping the knife as he did-Aemond towering over him he lifted his hand holding the rock again-he looked at you briefly for reassurance-he did not notice Luke crawl to the side. As Aemond stepped closer Jace threw some dirt in his face, which made Aemond step back in shock covering his left eye with his hand, once he removed it he saw Luke standing to his side-the knife Jace had dropped now sat in Lukes hand and he thrust it up at Aemonds face.  
The scream that left Aemond’s lips were piercing to your ears, “No Aemond!” you said scrambling to your feet-Jace tried to hold you back “Get off me Bastard!” you yelled.
All you could do was watch as Aemond writhed on his front, the blood oozing from the gaps between his fingers as his hand covered his eye. Suddenly you were all focused on the arrival of the kings guard, Harald Westerling broke through you all “Cease this at once! Get away!”
He gently approached Aemond “My prince….My prince…let me see.”
Reluctantly Aemond turned over, you could not see the damage but all you heard from Westerling’s mouth made you sigh in despair “Gods be good….”
*
“How could you let this happen?” Viserys said
As the King belittled his guards you were frozen, stood not too far from Alicent and watching the Maester tend to Aemond. You felt numb, worried and angry at what had transpired. You were so much in a trance that your ears shut off the conversations bellowing around you, You father was finally in the room and he came to you “Y/N…Y/N?” he shook you gently
You snapped out of your trance and looked up at him, he noticed a few cuts to your cheek and jaw line “Gods what who did this?” he asked looking around.
“Father stop…” you said nodding at Aemond, once your father saw the state of Aemond he quickly looked around “Poor boy….what happened? Why weren’t the children abed?” he almost bellowed
Viserys looked “Aemond claimed Vhagar…and got into a scrap with the boys and his cous-”
“It was no scrap!” you yelled
To your surprise everyone went quiet, Your father looked at you -Aemond even looked at you closely. Otto Hightower even looked your way, curious at your outburst
“It was an ambush, they brought a knife!”
Alicent watched you defend Aemond, Viserys approached you “Tell me girl…why would my own grandchildren attack their uncle?”
“He claimed Vhagar and the Lady Rheana was angry…Rheana attacked him first.” You said
“LIAR!” Rheana shouted at you
“Stop it!” Viserys yelled. “Lord Stark I advise you to take your daughter to her chambers…shes seen enough tonight.”
Your father nodded “Of course my king.” He gently placed his hand on your shoulders and steered you out towards the door, only to stop momentarily  as Rhaenyra entered the room, followed by Daemon, she went to her boys-you looked at Daemon as he leaned against the door frame. He nodded, you felt angry and full of rage.
Your father got you into your chambers and closed the doors , he sighed “What were you doing? Hmm? Out of bed…fighting with the royal children?”
You inhaled “Father…they attacked him. “
“Did he insult them? Hmm? They would have been provoked my girl.”
“He took the initiative and claimed a dragon, he did nothing wrong. Dragons are not an inherited pet Father”
He swallowed “You are a true Stark. Fiery tempered…still you had no business going to him. What if Luke had cut your face?”  
You exhaled slowly “He’s my intended…are you saying you would not have defended mother had she been attacked ?” you asked
Your father knelt  in front of you “Gods you are right daughter, anybody dare look at your mother wrong and I would go mad” he laughed a little, you smiled lightly.
“…Your loyalty to Aemond is …very sweet and promising. That boy’s life has changed forever…you still want to be his intended?”
You were almost insulted by this remark “More than anything Father.”          
🌞
As predicted, Aemond did not want to walk with you in the morrow. It was for the best interest that everybody leave, the events of the previous night weighed heavily in the morning on everybody’s mind. That being said, you were adamant you could not leave without saying goodbye  to him, you pleaded with Alicent to see him-she surprisingly relented and allowed it-maybe because you spoke in Aemond’s defence is what allowed it.
Before you went into his rooms, Alicent looked at you carefully “Be gentle…he is rather delicate as you can imagine.”
You nodded and before you opened the door she spoke to you again “I won’t forget your words or actions Lady Stark…Truly.” She said and smiled very lightly.
You bowed your head “My Queen”
You went in and closed the door behind you. Looking around you spotted Aemond sat by the window, looking out the open window. The fresh salty air bellowing into the room, he had heard you come in but refused to turn his head.
As you stepped towards him carefully he still did not move, “Aemond…” you whispered
He wouldn’t face you, he kept his head away from yours.
“Aemond please…” you said , your voice barely audible
He did not answer immediately , he only said after a moment “Please do not pity me.”
You could cry, to see him go from having the confidence to now reverting back to a self conscious teenager brought you a sense of guilt and discomfort-you suggested claiming Vhagar, you felt responsible.
“Aemond I wish I could…” you started
He shook his head “No…please do not say anything…”
You inhaled, holding back the tears
“I knew claiming a dragon would be no easy feat…loosing two precious entities to me to gain one….” He said
You frowned “Two…I do not follow?”
He exhaled “I can make peace with loosing my eye….but loosing you is something-”
“Aemond no.” you gasped “You have not lost me”
He finally looked at you, the scar along his eye was sore and red with anger, his remaining eye locked with yours “Surely…our betrothal is no longer valid due to this?” he asked
You shook your head, a tear escaped your eye “You think me shallow? Aemond you could loose both your eyes I still want to be your bride…”
He did not know how to register this, he looked fearful that he said the wrong thing-but you knew this was a vulnerable moment for you both, you needed to be careful. You simply took a moment and took a deep breath, leaning forward you planted the lightest kiss at the base of the scar. He did not wince or back away, he took your hand and held it in his,he simply looked at you with a relief in his eye.                                                                                                       
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Person @ Alabaster (who is looking very fancy and gender): um I don’t sorry I don’t think we can assist you…sir er madam?
Alabaster: I prefer Madsir as it has the dual function of combining the two honorifics as well as describing me perfectly *flashes the crazy eyes with a menacing smirk*
Nico: pfft ok. Pretentious
Al: hey, when I land a cool line like that your supposed to shut up and let it be
Nico: ;:) awww…you that was cool?
Al: it was cool!
Nico: I mean doesn’t it kinda undermine itself? You say you’re both but then you admit to being a mad “SIR”
Al: I- y-you’re not supposed to think about it so much. ;:/ that’s what makes it cool.
Nico: :/
Al: now where were we? *directed at person*
Person: I don’t think we can assist you, Sir
Nico: pfft
Al: *exasperated side eye* not a word Di Angelo not. One. Word.
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