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exovapor · 3 years

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I'm OBSESSED with your writing. Can you try.. Maybe, Donnie being a filthy boy being an 'stalker-ish' of his long time crush? Be checks their FB for new posts, saves every picture of them he finds? He doesn't mean to be a creep, feels guilty, but just doesn't know how to ask for more than friendship?

Good afternoon Anon. Here is my short story in relation to your ask.

I wasn't sure where you wanted me to take this, so I had to do a bit of guessing on my part. I hope this something like you were wanting.

I will admit that this ask was a bit of a struggle for me, not knowing a clear direction to take it outcome made me a little unsure of my writing and guessing abilities LOL. However, I will admit to crying along with the characters in this story more than once.

Thanks again for the ask and the initial compliment. I hope to continue to earn your favor in future posts.

· Stalker [noun]: 1a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention. 2a person who hunts game stealthily.

· Donnie stared at the definition on his one of his monitor screens while his various other screens were busy flashing receipts of files downloaded, text trail streams from your phone, notices of any social media post/update/like/heart/emoji, a GPS line grid of your routes today (overlayed over the routes you’d taken previously), and data search hits of anything and everything that pertained to you.

· At this point, the boy had literally every picture you had ever posted, anywhere, of yourself. In fact, he had all the pictures that other people posted of you in them. He had even gone through the effort of designing a face recognition program that picks you out of the background of total strangers’ pictures and, yeah, he had those in a file too.

· He has special file folders that compile things that you like, things you don’t like, things that make you happy, things that make you sad. He is your own personal Pinterest and you didn’t even know it… and maybe that is the part that keeps bothering him so much.

· He sits staring at that word and definition and chewing his bottom lip. True, he knows the word and the meaning, but he needed to LOOK at it, analyze it, mull it over in his guilt ridden brain.

· He just KNEW the word Stalker couldn’t apply to him.

· After all, he isn’t harassing or persecuting you, you don’t know! So, it isn’t necessarily ‘unwanted attention’. It is just…unknown attention.

· Stealthily, hmmmm, did that part apply to him? Well, He isn’t EXACTLY being stealthy.

· If you knew about technology like him, then you would probably see his programs running on your devices and be alerted to his activities. AND, if you shared his love and view of technology, then you would probably be more understanding of his activities and not consider them stealthy…just data mining. In fact, you might applaud him.

· ‘Ok, that was taking it a bit too far’, Donnie thinks to himself and he feels a band tighten and squeeze around his infatuated heart.

· He is almost certain that you would be shocked to learn of his extra curricular activities and how they revolve around every aspect of you.

· Regardless of how he tried to spin the truth and wiggle out of the definition of stalker, Donnie still felt guilty for invading your privacy. However, he honestly couldn’t help himself…at least not anymore.

· He has fought the urge, the nagging thoughts and the burning need, to know more about you for what seemed like an eternity.

· Listen to him, he is starting to sound dramatic like Mikey! What is his turning into? He is losing his rational edge!

· To be accurate, it hasn’t been an eternity. In fact, he has known you 1 year, 36 days, 14 hours, 11 minutes, and 23 seconds to be exact. However, you started occupying space in his mind 2 minutes into meeting you and your claim over his mind has grown exponentially over time.

· You were quiet and reserved during that first meeting, so there wasn’t much to go on. It started as a simple visual interest with a thought of ‘Oh. She’s pretty’.

· However, then you started talking and that changed everything.

· You opened up more and more each time you hung out with their little group, revealing layers and layers of interests and personality. You were fascinating…and that’s when his thoughts about you really started to snowball and spiral out of control.

· You went from being a simple pretty face to being a walking embodiment of everything he seriously ever dreamed of having in a mate.

· Early on, there were three sticking points that really made Donnie’s feelings problematic. 1. He was a nearly seven foot tall walking talking turtle and you weren’t. 2. You had a boyfriend that you were deeply in love with and adored. 3. Donnie was too insecure about #1 and how you felt about inter-species dating to let you know that you had started to OWN his heart.

· Now, thanks to his surveillance, there were only two sticking points….#1 and #3.

· He still remembers the feelings of that day, 44 days ago, when the blip of information popped up on this screen alerting him to the fact that your boyfriend was starting to stray.

· Donnie had severely conflicting feelings bombard him at once and it was overwhelming.

· The initial knee jerk reaction was elation, one of the problems blocking him from you may soon be null.

· However, the feeling of elation only lasted for a second or two before the intense anger and sadness set in. Donnie was honestly shocked at the depth of his anger, he didn’t even know he had that level of malice in him. Had he been in physical proximity to your boyfriend at that moment in time, Donnie isn’t sure that he wouldn’t have hurt your guy…or worse.

· How COULD this guy do this? WHY would he? He HAD YOU! What the heck was this guy thinking? Not only did he have you, but you thought the world of him. When you spoke about him you would smile so genuinely, your eyes would shine and gaze off into a bright imagined future. Donnie was always so jealous to watch it happen, he wondered what it would be like to be THAT GUY. And here the idiot was throwing it all away and meeting up with another girl!

· WHAT THE…(yes, this called for a curse) HELL…IS WRONG WITH HUMAN MEN?

· As the anger set root in his heart, the sadness engulfed Donnie like an all-consuming wave. He realized he was going to have to share this information with you, somehow, and that he was going to have to watch as it destroyed you.

· At first, Donnie had a plan to try and save you both from that fate. True, it would hurt him more to save your relationship, but he would rather be the one facing the pain and not you.

· He TRIED to circumvent the situation. He sent anonymous messages to your boyfriend stating that he knew about the infidelity and that he would tell you if needed. However, it didn’t seem like your boyfriend cared because he sent messages back stating Donnie could, basically, go fuck himself.

· Life had cruel sense of irony, thought Donnie, that is exactly what I do since this moron has the woman that I love.

· So, after trying for nearly two weeks to stop what was happening behind your back, Donnie had no choice but to let you in on the secret.

· Donnie couldn’t come right out and tell you that he caught your boyfriend cheating by hijacking your data streams and the data streams of those around you. So, Donnie intercepted some texts between your boyfriend and his mistress and he then sent you a text, under the guise of your boyfriend, telling you to meet him at a specified restaurant for a date.

· It had been a gut wrenching night for Donnie. He remembered watching it all play out on camera feeds from around the restaurant and street outside. He watched you dressed up in your pretty dress get out of your cab in front of the restaurant. You had such a lovely smile on your face, you must have thought you were in for a romantic evening.

· He watched as you walked inside and how the hostess got flustered and confused by a 2nd girl showing up for your boyfriend’s seated-for-two table.

· Donnie stopped breathing as your eyes found the new couple holding hands and giving each other sweet kisses across the table. Hands and lips that were supposed to be yours were touching some stranger.

· Donnie watched your smile and eyes die…the light of your inner sun go out…

· …and it killed him.

· He’s not sure who was crying the hardest, you standing there in that restaurant witnessing the scene or him back at the lair watching your world crush around you on his monitor.

· It had taken a while for you both to recover from that night.

· His brothers noticed his melancholy mood for a couple of weeks but Donnie wouldn’t tell them what was bothering him. And you stayed in your bed, refusing to face the world, for nearly as long.

· Eventually, the group began to notice your silence and absence, so April stopped by your apartment to check on you. She was the one to pull you out of bed, get you to shower and eat. She visited everyday and made sure you had someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on.

· Donnie was glad that April could be there for you when he couldn’t. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him, a male, to be your confidant at that time. Especially since he felt so much guilt over having to be the one to expose you to that pain.

· No, he didn’t CAUSE the pain, but he did have to make you face it and he didn’t like not being able to protect you from it. You were such a rare, precious creature and watching you in pain felt like he was suffocating slowly.

· There were some points during those first few weeks that he questioned if he did the right thing, but logic told him it would have eventually come to pass with or without his involvement. It was better to rip the bandage of quickly and let you start to heal than it was to let you linger and drag out the inevitable.

· Donnie did secretly check on you every single night during patrol. And, of course, his surveillance feeds were always running. He watched from a distance as his beautiful phoenix burn down to ashes and, eventually, started to rise again.

· Now, it’s been over 3 months and you’ve begun to be more like your old self. Donnie can tell there is a silent sadness there, but you are able to laugh and smile with the group during your get togethers. And each time you two are left alone, his mind nags at him about those last two sticking points.

· Would you be at all interested in him? And HOW does he go about telling you that you have become the center of his world?

· Still staring at the monitor and the Stalker definition, Donnie sighs and rubs the bridge of his snout to release of the pressure now pushing against the inside of his head. The memories of what has happened, the emotions of what was and what is, it was all starting to be too much.

· “Bro, what’s all this?”, Mikey says standing behind Donnie’s chair, talking around a mouth full of pizza.

· “NOTHING!”, says Donnie, voice breaking from the stress of being caught. A startled Donnie quickly taps some keys on his keyboard and the screens revert back to the standard lair camera feeds.

· Mikey may look or even come off as naïve at times, but he’s no fool, he can sense that his older brother is trying to hide something. “Dude, seriously, what was that? I’ve been standing back here reading the screens. I saw Y/N’s name and that looked like her phone number on that other file…, you know the file that looks like texts messages. And why is there a plotted map of the area around her apartment, her work, and to the lair? What’s up?”, Mikey said giving a disapproving look at being thought a pushover.

· “Just standard surveillance, Mikey, nothing to worry about.”, Donnie says trying to placate Mikey’s curiosity. Donnie hates lying, especially to Mikey, but he’s feeling so guilty about being such a…(inward sigh)…stalking creep that admitting the truth is hard to do.

· Mikey stands there staring at Donnie and, as he does, Donnie begins to fidget with his computer chair armrests.

· Mikey stuffs the remnants of the pizza slice into his mouth and does his best Leo impersonation by crosses his arms and staring down at Donnie as sternly as his jolly face can achieve, “Dude, I’m not going to ask you again. You’ve been weird for months. We’ve let it go for the most part but now you are hiding things from me…from ME, dude! You and I, we’re like peanut butter and jelly, we’re ice cream and chocolate fudge, we young dudes have got to stick together. Trust me, bro, I’ve got you!”.

· Donnie stared at the floor, too ashamed to meet Mikey’s eyes any longer. He gave a heavy sigh and reluctantly started to speak, “Sorry Mike, I…I honestly don’t know what’s come over me lately. I’m doing things I never thought I would do, I’m feeling so guilty about it, but I don’t know if I can stop doing it either. I feel…lost.”.

· Mike relaxed his leader stance and leaned against one of Donnie’s lab tables, “Bro, I can tell you’ve been carrying some heavy stuff lately. You need to let it out.”

· Donnie felt the heat rise up through his body like he was suddenly being consumed by a fire and he ripped his glasses off his face and drew them down on the desk in frustration, “Mikey, I’m in love with Y/N. I have been for a while. I have been…”, Donnie hangs his head in shame, “…tracking all her digital foot prints and watching her. In fact, I’m the reason she found out that asshole boyfriend of her's cheated.”

· Mikey’s mouth drops open at Donnie’s demeanor and use of the word ‘asshole’, “Whoa, dude, why didn’t you say something earlier?”.

· Donnie can feel a stinging at the corners of his eyes, this was so embarrassing, so frustrating, so…..so many things at a once. He didn’t have a response for Mikey, all he could do was shake his head.

· Still with his head hung down and staring at the floor, Donnie starts to hear Mikey chuckle. Donnie looks up to see Mikey’s eyes on him and for some reason they are full of merriment at his painful dilemma. Donnie stares at his, normally, very considerate brother in astonishment, this isn’t like Mikey at all!

· “Mikey, I’m more than serious here, now is not the time to make fun of me. What is so funny?”, Donnie asks exasperatedly.

· Mikey shakes his bald head and claps his brother on the shoulder with his green hand, “Bro, she thinks you’re cute.”.

· “W-What?!”, Donnie stammers out.

· Mikey, still chuckling, says, “Yeah, dude, that’s why I asked WHY you didn’t say something about liking her sooner, she’s always thought you were cute. She and I talk about it all the time.”.

· Donnie just stares at his jolly brother in silence. His mind is too blown to form a sentence.

· Mikey turns to leave stating, “And by the way, dude, stop watching her like that…that’s just creepy.”.

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weelittleweasley · 3 years

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illumination (r.w.)

prompt as requested by anon: after a long day of work, ron suggests running you a bath as a reward to unwind.

pairing: ron weasley x fem!reader

warnings: nudity, thigh rubbing (nothing too crazy, very innocent)

word count: 1.9k

Strings of sentences, directions, names of potions, spells, laughter, chatter, and thoughts danced in your head, whirling around like a chaotic band of ballerinas as you walked down the hall, rubbing your shoulder with a grimace. As if the thoughts weren’t annoyance enough, your shoulders and back were killing you from being hunched over a desk and work table for hours.

Exam season had arrived at Hogwarts which cost you your social life, free time, and some nights, your sleep schedule. Whatever the cost was, you promised yourself that this year would be your year, grades wise. You had spent most of your time in the library, occupied with books and notes and parchment, memorizing formulas and ingredients and spells. So many nights you left the library, brain throbbing at how much you were working the midnight oil.

You weren’t alone in these endeavors. You had study companions, but it wasn’t the same as hanging out normally. Rather than chatting or gossiping about exciting things, the chatter and murmuring was usually about a test or material that someone didn’t understand. Needless to say, exam season was boring and lifeless.

As you slumped through the hallways, rubbing your shoulder in pain, you groan as you lay your eyes on the moving staircase. You were already so exhausted and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with the moving staircase. You just wanted to get back to your dormitory so you could take a power nap before heading back to the library to study with Hermione.

“Give me these,” a voice speaks before reaching over and grabbing the pile of textbooks from your arms. Before you can speak out in protest, you turn to meet the gaze of your doting boyfriend and your lips instantly curl up into a smile. “Darling, I don’t mean to sound rude, but you look exhausted,” Ron tells you, inspecting your face that carried dark circles under your eyes. “Still very beautiful, but very exhausted.”

You lightly giggled before leaning into Ron’s side as he wrapped an arm around your waist, as the two of you started up the moving staircase. “I’ve been working relentlessly for weeks now, Ron,” you huff as you trudge up the stairs, legs feeling heavy as you lean your weight onto Ron who supports you effortlessly. “I spend nights in the library as if it were my own bed.”

Ron gives you a sad smile, knowing just how hard you’ve been working to maintain your stellar marks. He knew that he would kiss you goodnight in your room, but you would slither out later to make your way to the library. He watched you as you ate your meals in the Great Hall by his side quickly before rushing off, claiming you were late for a study group meeting. He knew this was weighing on you like a ton of bricks and he hated seeing how tired and bored you were. “I’m sorry, love,” he pecks your temple as he laces his fingers with yours before bring your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. He wished there was something he could do to help take the stress off of you.

“No need to apologize,” you smile up at him lovingly, brushing his red hair away from his eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just can’t wait for this to be over so I can actually go back to spending time with you,” you sigh as you reach your common room entrance, grabbing the books from Ron’s arms as he huffs in defeat. “Once all of this is over, I’m all yours again. We can do something fun together, I promise,” you squeeze his hand as he ducks down to press a kiss to your lips gently. You sigh into his kiss and pull him closer to you, relishing in the tender moment.

You missed Ron dearly. Studying and spending time in study groups really threw a wrench in spending time with your boyfriend. Ron wasn’t offended, he knew you had work to do, but he wished that you two could spend more time together. And you knew Ron felt the same. Ron wished he could kiss away all of the sleepless nights, frustrated crying, and pulling at the roots of your hair in sheer irritation. He knew you needed a way to take a load off and keep your mind off of exams for just a few hours.

Suddenly, Ron pulled away sharply, excitement in his eyes as a smirk danced along his lips, the grip on your hips tightening. You giggled, “Uh oh. I know that face. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Teasingly, you knocked on his forehead as he rolled his eyes.

Ron joked back, “No use checking up there. Little to nothing going on nowadays,” he says, making you laugh. “But I do have an idea. I may not be completely useless...”

You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” Ron smiles widely before grabbing your hand, pulling you away from the entrance of the common room and back up the moving staircase. “Godric, Ronald Weasley, where are you taking me?” you chuckle as he drags you up the stairs excited like a child on Christmas morning.

But Ron says nothing and drags you up multiple flights of stairs before reaching the fifth floor of the castle, breathless from running up the stairs. He is smiling widely, watching your reaction as you stand there clueless. He gestures around him to see if you recognized where you were, but you just shrugged, still catching your breath from being forced up multiple moving flights of stairs. “Oh come on!” Ron exclaims. He starts walking towards a statue of Boris the Bewildered as you furrow your brows in confusion. Ron whispers something before a door slowly creaks open. Ron looks at you with a proud smile on his lips before gesturing to you to follow him. “Being a prefect does have its perks, (Y/N),” he winks as you walk towards him and into the mysterious room.

As you step into the room, you are greeted with the luxury of the Prefect’s Bathroom. The bathroom is gorgeous to say the least. A large golden bathtub that is surrounded by beautiful windows covered in stained glass mosaics of magical creatures, sunlight streaming through them, casting colorful shadows on the marble floor. The room was bright and warm, smelling of freshly hung linens and lavender. A very different atmosphere than the common showers.

You flip around to face Ron who has his hands buried happily in his pockets as he watches you take in the surroundings in awe. “Ron, I can’t be in here,” you whisper excitedly. “I’m not a prefect. If they catch me in here, then-”

“Then I’ll take the blame. ‘Salright. It’ll be worth it just to see you relax for a couple of hours,” Ron cuts you off. You open your mouth again but Ron interjects. “And don’t worry about the study group. Hermione runs it and she’s not gonna miss one person. It’s okay, (Y/N). You can take this time for yourself to relax.” You sigh happily at your boyfriend’s words. He wanted to do all of this for you and the fact that he was risking getting in trouble for it made your heart soar. Ron was always kind and thoughtful, but this was a different level. “I can stand guard at the door and make sure no one interrupts you,” Ron starts rambling when you don’t respond.

Instead, you just grab his face and pull him down for a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close. Ron sighs into your touch and wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a squeeze as you giggle into the kiss. You pull away and speak, “It’s perfect. Thank you. And no need to guard the door,” you pull out your wand and with a flick of your wrist, locking the door. “I want you with me,” you tell him as Ron’s eyes widen and he gulps. You lightly laugh before starting to unbutton your shirt. “Help me?”

Ron shakes his head, excitedly as you laugh yet again, his fingers undoing the buttons of your shirt whilst you undo his. Soon enough, all of your clothes are discarded into a heap on the marble floor until you and Ron are bare naked. Ron cannot stop gawking at the sight of you naked before him; it’s nothing he hasn’t seen, but every time he sees you nude, he can’t believe that he managed to get a girlfriend who was as gorgeous as you.

You grab his hand and excitedly hurry over to the bathtub that teems with bubbles, steam radiating off of the water that was freshly poured into the large tub. When you step in, you can feel your body immediately relax as you sigh. The further you walk in, the more your muscles release and make you sink further into the warm, soapy water. You let the water wash over you, cleaning you from all of your stress and worries, the soft sunlight shining down on you as you bathe in the tub.

Ron watched intently with a soft smile on his lips as he sat in the tub, watching you bask in the glory of the amber sunlight. Your hair sloppily pulled up and away from your face, a fuzzy halo formed around you, like a drunken angel. His angel. The sunlight glimmered on your soft, supple skin, drops of the clear water tracing down each curve of your body. Ron couldn’t believe how angelic you could look without even trying. He watched as you gather bubbles in the palms of your hands, blowing on them gently, making them fly through the air. As you lightly laughed, the melody of the sound filled his ears making him shiver. The boy was helplessly in love.

“Come over here, won’t you, darling?” Ron calls out to you as you comply with a happy smile on your face.

Ron pulls you into his lap as you gladly straddle him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck, gazing into those eyes you grew to fall in love with. Ron’s hands gently massage your thighs, soothing the aching muscles as you sighed into him. “Thank you for doing this,” you tell him before kissing the tip of his nose.

He smiles and speaks, “No need to thank me. It’s what you deserve.”

You lean into Ron’s chest, resting your head on him, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heart against his chest. It proudly beat on as Ron’s fingertip traced gently up and down your spine, repeating the lulling gesture as you allowed yourself to close your eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation. Ron placed gentle kisses on the top of your head as you cuddled farther into him as he smiled to himself. He had the whole world in his arms.

Ron continued to rub your bare back and thighs, causing you to drift off into a lazy sleep. He noticed instantly that you had fallen asleep, your breathing had slowed down and you laid flush against him. Ron smiled down at you, watching your face rest with sleep, lips parted as you gently breathed sleepily.

The sunlight illuminated half of your face whilst the other half rested on his chest. The image was worthy of being hung in a museum. Ron’s strong arms wrapped around you, protecting you from harm, whilst you lazily slept, not a care in the world.

“My angel,” he whispered to himself, knowing that you wouldn’t hear him. You continued to be fast asleep on his chest and Ron enjoyed every second of it, wishing that this moment could last forever. Him and his angel.

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script-nef · 3 years

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#bokutoisblessed | Bokuto Koutarou

Category: crack, fluff

2.2k words; MSBY fans dying over Bokuto and his family

Bokuto uploaded another photo

It seems like just yesterday little Hana was swaddled in his arms and now look at her. Like. Holy [censored] look at the [censored] post.

Dudes like. She can walk now. Her steps are so wobbly but also so cute and my heart like????? Just exploded when we were gifted with the sight of her??? AND THE WAY SHE GIGGLED WHEN SHE ARRIVED AT HER MUM’S LAP A SAFJAKFDL I CAN’T BREATHE

Comments [Anon]: Honestly we the fans of Black Jackals are so blessed because we get to experience this joy and bundle of life thanks to our lord and saviour Bokuto Koutarou and his amazing wife, who will hereby be named Kami-sama. Because God is a woman I called it.

[Anon]: I agree with 97% of this, except for the Kami-sama part. She said it’s uncomfortable and embarrassing so we have to call her something else. How about Wife-sama. That should be fine, right?

[Anon]: Oh I saw that post Bokuto put up! Saying how much he’s thankful for the support but not to call her that! The upload was a short video of her turning red after he called her Kami-sama and it’s a treasure I will keep for the rest of my life. And into the afterlife. Death can try to pull it out of my cold, dead hand but I won’t let it. YOU HEAR ME DEATH???? YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS FROM MEEEEEE

[Anon]: Bokuto said Wife-sama is fine! Apparently she was still red and it was the cutest thing ever. Bokuto is so biased (*cough cough* whipped *cough cough*) but hey I’m not complaining. I don’t think my imagination will ever come close to the actual reaction but I hope it does.

[Anon]: Do you guys remember, when he just started dating her, how he flooded us with posts of her and her only? Like, practically 95% of my feed was her since he was putting so much of them up. She could literally be doing nothing and he’ll be like “HOLY [censored] LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” Without swearing because he doesn’t do that, but still.

[Anon]: OH AND THEN HE GOT INTO TROUBLE WITH HIS SOCIAL MEDIA MANAGER ASKJDSKDJF THAT WAS GOLD

[Anon]: THEY LITERALLY PUT A VIDEO UP OF THEM TRYING TO TELL BOKUTO WHY HE SHOULDN’T DO THAT AND HE CONSTANTLY SAID “BUT I’M DATING HER AND THIS IS MY WAY OF SAYING I LOVE HER!!” LIKE BOI WE GET IT EVEN ALIENS WILL GET IT

[Anon]: And it started up again when she was pregnant with Hana. Like I could make a time-lapse video or whatever of her pregnancy just from the photos he put up

[Anon]: I honestly wonder how many photos he has of her and Hana

[Anon]: Probably a couple thousand. I mean like, I have a couple thousand of MBSY members but my love for them pales in front of Bokuto for Wife-sama, so.

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Holy [censored] I just met Bokuto

Okay so there was news about a new resident coming into our apartment, more specifically my neighbouring unit. It was previously occupied by this really old couple and we had this small farewell party. They dropped hints that the new residents might be kind of loud but that they were great.

A few days later, my doorbell rings and who do I see? It’s [censored] Bokuto. Like, straight up. In his casual clothes. Exactly the same as the photo on his Insta page where he said he was moving. Which I liked practically a few hours ago.

He was standing there with the biggest smile and saying that he’s the new resident and that they’re giving out homemade cookies because of the baby and Bokuto’s volume. And invited me to a small dinner. And I’m. Like my brain. Literally. Like my brain is even blank now. Bokuto. Invited me. To his house. So I could have dinner. And see his wife. And little Hana.

So I am here now, raiding my wardrobe to see if I have anything wearable because HOLY [censored] [censored] [censored] I’M GOING TO HAVE DINNER WITH BOKUTO AND HIS FAMILY I’LL REPORT BACK LATER IF HE’S FINE WITH ME SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE OKAY I REALLY GOTTA GO BECAUSE MY HEART IS BEATING WAY TOO FAST AND I NEED TO HAVE SOME MEDICINE

[Edit]: This was riddled with spelling mistakes because my hands were shaking from the aftershock.

Comments [Anon]: ???? What did you do in your past life to be awarded the opportunity of being neighbours with Bokuto???? Did you like, save the country or something? Is that what it takes to be blessed with him?

[Anon]: No you gotta at least save the entire Earth for this damn dude thanks for your service I guess

[Anon]: But if you gotta save the world to be neighbours with Bokuto, then what the hell did Wife-sama do to be married to him?

[Anon]: She saved the universe

[Anon]: But I think Bokuto will be the one to say he saved the universe to be with her that cheesy dork ugh I love you

[Anon]: LMAO I CAN HEAR HIM SCREAMING THAT

[Anon]: Are you back yet? Are you alive? Are you blinded by the magnificence that is Bokuto Koutarou and his family? I know I would be. So in order to kill me as well, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED YOU CAN’T KEEP US OUT LIKE THIS I AM KNEELING ON THE FLOOR AND BEGGING FOR THE INTERACTION PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF THEE I WANT SOME MORE SIR

[OP]: That’s really weird so stop that. I’m just about to go out now! I’ll spend the dinner over there, experience heaven, hope I don’t die of heart failure and possibly come back with a war story. If they allow me. Wish me luck guys.

[Anon]: GO BRAVELY SOLDIER AND MAKE US PROUD I AM PRAYING THAT THEY’LL BE KIND ENOUGH TO LET YOU SHARE THIS WONDERFUL EXPERIENCE

I’M BACK

Okay so that could only be described as one of the best moments in my entire life. Don’t worry, they said it’s fine if I share this. #actualsaints

So I finally found an outfit and took the chocolate that I was saving for myself, but since I can give my arm and leg for Bokuto what the [censored] is a chocolate, right?

I’m greeted by Wife-sama herself. Like. Less than a metre from me, saying “good afternoon” and smiling like the saint of tranquillity. (A side note but how do you have that when you live with Bokuto? And a child? My brother wants to know your secrets.) And she’s wearing what I think is Bokuto’s shirt since it’s way too big for her, I mean the end comes to her thighs. Sharing shirts is the most romantic thing a couple can do I don’t make the rules I’m just the messenger.

Anyway she invites me into their house, their amazingly aesthetical and cozy house. There’s a display case for all of Bokuto’s trophies, awards, certificates and everything. There are photographs of them together all over the walls, hung from strings spanning the entire house. There was a wall section dedicated entirely to Hana-chan. I felt like an uncivilised cave gremlin there.

Wife-sama was still making dinner and I was going to help her but little Hana-chan came to me. Like, she tottered over to me in the blue frilly dresses and tugged on my pants, babbling and smiling. Y’all I nearly died. I literally saw the gates of heaven and had a foot in but Wife-sama saved me by pulling me back into reality. By asking me if I wanted to play with Hana-chan. Which killed me again. And she was apologetic about it too? Like she doesn’t think I would give my kidney to spend time with her?

So I was playing with Hana but sneakily looking at the two of them being cute as hell in the kitchen. Bokuto was attached to her at the hip for the whole time except for when she asked him to get some ingredients. He was a puppy incarnate. They were sneaking kisses, whispering to each other and it was honestly so cute like I was getting diabetes just from one night.

The food was amazing, the dinner talk was so fun and delightful, Hana-chan was the cutest little angel ever, this was probably the best day of my life. AND WHEN I LEFT FOR THE NIGHT, THEY BOTH HUGGED ME AND IT WAS LIKE BEING HUGGED BY CLOUDS BUT THEY SMELLED SO NICE!!

I shall never forget this day. Mark my words y’all.

Comments [Anon]: How beautiful was their place? I feel like she would go with a pastel tone or black and white. And have cute things littered around everywhere.

[OP]: The house was really unique in the sense that it felt like two houses smashed together. Like they took turns decorating each section of the house. Looked like polar opposites. It was kind of weird at first but the aesthetics flowed well the longer I stayed there, if you can understand what I’m saying.

[Anon]: The fact that Bokuto and Wife-sama are practically opposites in many things but still formed a romantic relationship with each other and the fact that their taste or preferences complement each other perfectly is proof that they are soulmates. In this essay I will

[Anon]: Where’s the essay. Dude where’s the [censored] essay

[Anon]: HEY MAN COME BACK WHERE’S MY ESSAY

[Anon]: NOOOOOOOOOOO THE SACRED TEXTS

[Anon]: Bruh just a kidney? Take my [censored] liver. Take my heart. Oh no wait, she already has it in her squishy widdle hands.

[Anon]: I bid my left arm

[Anon]: Right arm

[Anon]: Lungs

[Anon]: I really love my brain but I barely use it so off it goes I guess

[OP]: ???? Guys? What are you doing? Stop this illegal organ trade in my post.

[Anon]: Shhhhh we’re showing our love

I saw Bokuto shopping and it was so cute

I do not do clickbait, it was genuinely adorable and my cheeks are about to fall off. As was everyone else’s in the entire mall.

I was just doing some shopping, getting some snacks and popcorn for the movie marathon I was going to have and who do I hear? Yeah, it’s Bokuto. And little Hana-chan whining to Wife-sama about how she’s not getting the snacks they want. It’s from memory since I didn’t take a video, I’m not a creep and I understand boundaries unlike some of you assholes, but it went something like this.

Bokuto: But think of all the caramel popcorn we could eat! Hana: Mama, sweeties. Sweeties. (What an angel, am I right?) Wife-sama: I already said no, it’s going to ruin your dinner. Hana: But it’s tasty! Bokuto: Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase? I’ll do all of the dishes and cleaning today! Wife-sama: You already do that every day, Kou. It’s not much of a bribe. (Husband goals) And Hana, we have other snacks at home. Caramel is bad for your teeth. Bokuto: But babe! Wife-sama: I said no, and that’s it. Hana: Mama!

It was just this repeated for like 10 minutes with Bokuto and Hana-chan alternating their whines. I would have snapped after 5 times but wow, this lady has the mental fortitude of Fort Knox.

They both sulked and followed her around as she finished her shopping. I can tell Hana is Bokuto’s daughter because her hair droops down like his and a cloud forms over her head. It was practically magic.

In the end, they bought one (1) salted caramel popcorn because Wife-sama is too soft-hearted and they literally clung onto her for 5 minutes peppering her with kisses. And Bokuto actually lifted her in his embrace. In the middle of the sweets section. Where everyone was looking.

Needless to say, she was very very red.

Comments [Anon]: Conspiracy theory: factoring in Bokuto’s godlike physical ability, inhumane and endless sunny disposition, his hair’s ability to reflect his moods, it can be concluded that Bokuto is, in fact, a God.

[Anon]: Well someone has a big brain

[Anon]: Wait then Wife-sama would be a Goddess. Gasp SHE DIDN’T WANT PEOPLE CALLING HER KAMI-SAMA BECAUSE IT WOULD BLOW HER COVER

[Anon]: Oh yeah, it’s all coming together

[Anon]: I can kind of see Bokuto and Hana sneaking in sweets and snacks into the trolley while Wife-sama isn’t looking lmao

[OP]: THEY ACTUALLY DID THAT I nearly ran into them again and heard her berating Bokuto for sneaking in chocolate and shoving it beneath all the meat so she wouldn’t notice. My man, please. You can never outsmart your wife.

[Anon]: Next time I go to the MSBY fan meeting, I’m bringing all the sweets I can for Bokuto and Hana. It’s the least I can do.

[Anon]: They’re so cute and I can’t wait for the MSBY match in three days where Bokuto’s family is going to attend. I promise I’ll post about it afterwards.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto imagine #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutarou imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu!! imagine #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu!! one shot #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #SNS format #crack #fluff #female reader

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Pet Names, Double Dates and Other Fiascos

READ PLATONICALLY

Request: SECOND ARO FIC OH MY GOD !!!! maybe them getting a lil dirty and ben really does a number on reader, so he takes her to mcdonalds or sumn and the waiter says something along the lines of “you’re such a cute couple!” and reader gets really uncomfortable with it maybe??? and ben being taking her home and cuddling her PLATONICALLY and he’s like “it’s ok we don’t need to let anyone else’s opinions affect us”

Pairing: Aromantic!Fem!Reader x Ben Hardy

Summary: It's (nearly) all fun and games until someone assumes your relationship is romantic.

Warnings: Smut, kitchen sex, floor sex, oral sex (f receiving), a mild hint at choking, vaguely dom!Ben but not intentionally lmao, discussions of aromanticism and queerplatonic relationships, not as dialogue heavy as the first part though.

Words: 7, 264

A/N: Happy Arospec Awareness Week!! Big thanks to the anon who sent in that request when I asked for ideas for future chapters. I put a little bit of a twist on your idea but it’s fundamentally the same. Also the last scene is one that I’ve been thinking about for literal months now and I finally managed to fit it into a fic!

As always, if you’re curious about anything to do with aromanticism I am very happy to talk about it and answer questions!

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The day had started off well. You woke with Ben tucked up under your arm, his legs curled up towards his chest since you’d stole the covers as you’d slept. Your face was pressed against the back of his neck and you felt him shift as you sighed sleepily and tried to keep from waking. Squeezing your eyes shut and pretending you hadn’t stirred must have worked because the next thing you knew was waking up to an empty bed and tinkly tapping sounds from somewhere else in the apartment. Groggily you shuffled out from the inviting comfort of the mattress, stretched, and pulled down the hem of the shirt you’d slept in to better cover your otherwise bare thighs before following the noises. You found Ben, still in his pyjamas (well, his boxer briefs) in the kitchen, dropping a couple of toasted waffles onto a plate, humming to himself.

“That for me?” you asked, stifling a yawn. “It can be,” he said, passing the plate to you with a quick kiss on your cheek, “There’s some cut up fruit and the maple syrup out on the coffee table and there’s coffee brewing over there,” “Thanks Benny,” “You’re welcome, Puddin’,” “Puddin’?” “I thought it was cute,” “Very cute.” You laughed as you reached for your coffee, unable to help but smile as you left the room. The first few months of your partnership had taken some adjusting and one thing Ben had decided he would do to make you both feel more at home with the dynamic was to come up with some non-romantic based terms of endearment for you. You’d vetoed things like baby and honey straight away, all of them a little too heavily skewed towards romance, or just reminders of past relationships you’d tried to force yourself into, for you to enjoy them. But, as Ben had said, he liked a good pet name, and he’d seemingly been determined to prove as much, constantly coming up with new things to call you. You, never really one for pet names anyway, mostly stuck with Benny or Benjamin if the situation called for something longer but you had a few other go-tos – things like Pet and Blondie as signs of affection, or Handsome and Tiger when you wanted to make him blush.

A few minutes later Ben joined you on the couch, placing his coffee down beside yours, almost spilling it as he watched the news story that was playing. “Remember we’ve got that double date with Jill and Martin this afternoon,” you said, the memory only just coming to you yourself. “Yeah, what time was that?” “Hang on, I’ll check the chat.” You scrolled through the messages on your phone with one hand while you ate with the other, “uhhh right, yeah, meeting at the bowling alley at 1.30.” “Bowling? Good, better than another shitty movie,” You laughed, “hey the last one they picked wasn’t too bad.” “Yeah I know, just not in the mood for it since I’ve been on set all week. I know if I went to the cinema now I’d just get distracted thinking about all the behind the scenes stuff which isn’t ideal for becoming invested in the story. Plus they’re always choosing romcoms, doesn’t that get annoying for you?” “Not really,” you shrugged, “I mean, do I sometimes wish they’d branch out? Sure. But I enjoy romance in fiction I just don’t need it in my real life. Don’t get me wrong though, very happy to do something different this time.” “How long d’you think we’ll be out?” You shrugged, “A few hours maybe?” “We should pop to the shop on the way back then. You need milk and we could get something nice for dinner.” “Sounds good. Does that mean you’re staying over again tonight?” “I was planning to, yeah. Barely saw you last week so I was hoping to spend all weekend with you to make up for it.” “Bet you regret agreeing to go out with them now,” “Kinda. S’pose it’s too late to cancel though,” “Nah you still could but you know they’ll get stroppy about it and we’ll have to go out with them next week. They don’t have any other couple friends since Neil and Percy split and Bianca took her fella overseas.” “Yeah, wasn’t seriously suggesting it.” “What would the plan have been if we did cancel?” Ben chewed a mouthful of fruit thoughtfully, “you, me, your bed. No need to be too quiet since Sophie’s still out,” he glanced at your roommate’s bedroom door, his eyes swinging back to you as he continued, “Or y’know, we could do a puzzle and listen to music all day, have a cat nap after lunch, whatever.” “You’re cute when you’re being all lazy,” “There would be nothing lazy about it thank you very much,” “Cat naps aren’t lazy?” “You know that’s not the part I was talking about,” “It wasn’t? Then what won’t be lazy,” you tried to hold back a giggle in the middle of your faux confusion but broke when Ben blew a raspberry at you in response.

Nothing more was said about cancelling as you finished your breakfast, though truthfully you probably wouldn’t have minded if Ben had cried off sick and rescheduled the double date. But you both decided that Sunday would be a day for just the two of you to make up for having to spend Saturday afternoon with others. Instead, you spoke of the week just passed and commented on the news still playing on the TV. When you were finished (Ben using the last corner of one of his waffles to swipe the remnant syrup from his plate) you stood and stacked the sticky dishes in your arms. Ben collected the coffee cups and a few other assorted dishes from the previous night, leading the way towards the kitchen and the dishwasher. He loaded his small collection onto the shelves before turning to grab the top plate from the pile you held. A noise of disgust rose from his throat as you held the plate out and he miscalculated the trajectory, his palm landing in a puddle of syrup and fruit juice. You were torn between laughing at his expression and taking the opportunity to toy with him a little but, always ready to tease him, your desire to see him blush won out. Trying not to smile too much, you reached forward and wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling his palm closer so you could lick the sweet syrup from his skin. Predictably his cheeks turned pink and he pulled his lip between his teeth as you let him go with a laugh. “Bet you’re really wishing we didn’t have to go out now, huh Tiger?” Ben didn’t respond but he did react, his eyes locked on you as he swiped his fingers along the same plate and held them out in offering. Not quite sure where things were heading but very keen on finding out, you leaned forward and let your lips part slightly. He took the action for what it was, an invitation, and trailed his fingertips across your lower lip before slipping them between the two. He watched closely as you sucked his fingers deeper, using your tongue to lick up the sweet residue. There was still an element of novelty with this aspect of your partnership. Still part of you that was intensely aware that it was Ben’s fingers in your mouth. There wasn’t any hesitation though, hadn’t been since that first time when you’d both had to psych yourselves up to actually look at each other naked. But there was a part of your brain that was almost surprised when you found yourselves at the edge of a sexual situation. You suspected he was similarly discombobulated by how easy it was for you to end up there, how frequently playful teasing and friendly jokes turned into hands grasping at bed sheets and breathless moans against sweat-slick skin. He pulled his fingers free from your lips, unwilling or perhaps unable to shift his gaze away from the thin string of saliva that connected them like some kind of erotic spider web that you were both already caught in. You waited to see what he’d do next, feeling your heart race in the pregnant pause so full of potential. And then he moved. You laughed as he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you at the same moment he stepped towards the bench, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He kissed you too, hungrily, as if it were impossible to resist. You’d looked down at him and suddenly been pulled towards each other, lips meeting with all the force and attraction of a magnetic field. Usually, he would have had a hand against the back of your head or your jaw but carrying you meant both his hands were already occupied so instead you substituted your own, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. As soon as you were safely positioned on the edge of the bench though his hands were free to fall elsewhere. One pressed against the small of your back as the other squeezed your thigh, encouraging you to keep your legs spread. Not that you could have closed them with Ben standing between them and not that the thought had even crossed your mind.

If you’d had all day Ben probably would have taken his time with you. Despite what he’d said earlier, you’d discovered Ben had a soft spot for slow and sensual intimacy. Making out that gradually built to passionate kiss-filled sex, foreplay that included soft caresses and whispered praise, anything that let him explore your body in intricate detail with his hands and lips. You’d been with guys like that before and had hated their insistence on linking hands and kissing you slowly. Those relationships never lasted long but with Ben it felt different, it felt good. Maybe it was because he knew you weren’t on board with overtly romantic acts and respected those boundaries you’d talked about so you never felt as if he were pushing you into a roll you didn’t enjoy. Or maybe he was just a better lover than they had been. Either way, it came to same result. You still preferred something less gentle and more energetic, though you felt you better understood the appeal of being held so close and kissed so tenderly. But with only a few hours before you’d have to start getting ready, Ben was inclined to speed things up a little. His hand quickly slipped up your thigh to press against your pussy, the cotton knickers you’d slept in the only thing keeping him from direct contact. You broke the kiss suddenly, the smacking sound loud in the small room, and dipped your head to press your lips to the notch between his clavicles. In response, Ben lifted his chin, exposing more of his throat to you and you took the chance to playfully nip at the junction where his neck and shoulder met. “Oi, no marks,” he said lwoly as you moved to kiss back up towards his jaw. “Afraid I’ll brand you with my initials?” “If you could legibly write your initials in hickeys I’d put up with whatever teasing the makeup ladies gave me,” “I’ll give it a crack then shall I?” Before you could so much as flick your tongue over his skin, Ben had raised a hand and placed it over your mouth to keep you from testing our your writing abilities, “Don’t think theres enough time, Sugar, but if you really want to I’ll let you try tonight, on my thigh where no one is likely to see it.” “Make it your arse and you’ve got a deal,” you said though it was a little muffled by his palm. “Fine,” he laughed, drawing his hand away, “But then I get to try it on you too,” You nodded, grinning, and then both fell into giggles, leaning against each other’s shoulders. This was what you’d hoped for when Ben had first approached you with the idea of being partners, what you’d been afraid you’d never actually find. Someone who would follow your tangential jokes even if it delayed sex. Someone you could be yourself with. You were distracted from the thought as Ben pressed his lips to your shoulder over the sleeve of your shirt. “Should I continue?” he asked, still smiling though softer, his fingertips lightly dancing over the crease of your thigh. “I’d be offended if you didn’t” “Can’t have that,” he leaned in to catch your lips once again, at the same time resuming stroking you over your panties so that you felt all the air leave your lungs in a rush. It felt good but you need more and so shifted your hips, trying to press yourself harder against his fingers. To get more leverage and better brace yourself as your centre of gravity changed, you dropped a hand behind you. Intuitively, Ben shifted the hand on your back higher and closer to your side to help keep you steady, the other still drawing lines along your clothed slit. You gasped as his thumb took up residence against your clit, rubbing it firmly so a visible damp patch began to form on your panties.

Ben grinned at you as your breath came harder and dragged his thumb back down away from your clit towards the leg of your underwear. Still watching your reactions, he twisted his fingers up under the material, gently tracing them along the same path they’d just followed only now he could feel your wetness directly. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, leaning close to your ear, as he circled your entrance with a fingertip before pressing it into you, “of how I’d like to fuck you right now. It might take a little flexibility on your part though. I mean, nothing too much, just getting your legs up on my shoulders.” Curious, and more than a little distracted by the addition of a second finger inside you, you nodded, “Sounds fun.” “Knew you’d say that. Just tell me if it’s too uncomfortable,” “Will do.” You leaned forward as Ben moved back a little, taking his fingers with him, giving you enough room to drop your hand to his crotch and grasp his stiff length through his undies, “Just get on with it.” “Puddin’ was too nice a nickname for you. Sugar too.” he gasped as you dragged your palm along his length and back again. “What’s the matter, Tiger?” “Maybe I should call you Tiger, if you’re going to keep grabbing my cock like that,” You laughed and let him go, leaning back on your palm again, “Tigress? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Are you going to fuck me or not?” “No I just wanted to get my dick hard for no reason,” he said sarcastically, poking his tongue out at you as he pushed his underwear down. “You’re such a –” you broke off with a sharp gasp as Ben tugged your underwear aside and pressed into you without warning, “dork.” Ben chucked and leaned in to kiss you quickly before readjusting your position a little by pulling you closer to him so your arse was right against the edge of the bench. Slowly he rolled his hips against you, pulling back and thrusting forward again, finding a rhythm that worked. You leaned back on both palms as Ben grabbed you by the waist, the other resting on your knee to keep it pressed against his side. “This feel alright?” he asked as he gave another thrust, hitting a spot deep inside you. “Mmhmm,” you nodded, able to feel yourself growing wetter with each stroke of his cock. “What about this?” Ben shifted first one of your legs and then the other to his shoulders, encouraging you to bend them at the knee. His hands moved to your sides, fingertips digging into your back as he pressed you even closer. The effect was that you felt as if you were almost folded in half but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. There was an almost weightless feeling to it and any slight awkwardness you felt with your chest meeting your thighs was a small price to pay for just how good Ben felt once again moving inside you. You tightened your fingers against the benchtop, wishing there was something you could grab onto as your whole body rocked with each of his thrusts, the position allowing him to penetrate you deeply, continuously brushing against a number of spots that sent electric spikes of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” was about all you could think to say. “That a good fuck?” Ben questioned, voice gruff with his exertions. “Yeah, yes, fuck, so good,” “So you like when I do this?” You let out a soft moan as he roughly fucked into you again, timing it just right. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he half laughed, turning his head to kiss your leg before leaning forward to catch your lips again. After that there wasn’t much room for talking. Ben, having assured himself that you were happy, speeded up his rhythm, clutching you tightly to keep your legs from slipping off his shoulders. His breathing became rougher, matching your own, as he drove into you, though he still kissed you as much as he could, panting against your lips, swallowing your moans and pushing whatever air he had into your lungs.

You could feel your orgasm bubbling up, like a pot of water on the verge of boiling, but knew Ben would reach his first, recognising his expression as the one he wore when he was trying to hold back from the edge. “Fu-ck you’re s-so tight,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as he leaned his forehead against yours, “gonna have to pull out soon,” You could feel him pulling away and tightened your calves on either side of his neck in an effort to stop him, needing just a little more to reach your own release. “Not helping,” he groaned, suddenly unable to hold off any longer, “Shit. Y/N.” You whined as he stilled to shoot his release over your walls. “Jesus,” he said a little breathlessly, as he pulled out, your underwear slipping back over you, and rubbed his neck absentmindedly, “Didn’t expect that to finish me off. Did you…?” You shook your head, letting your leg slip to be caught in the crook of Ben’s arm. “Well let’s fix that, shall we,” he said, already letting you go to bend forward, his face right between your thighs. You felt a puff of his hot breath against you as he hooked his index finger into the crotch of your knickers, pulling it aside, and then his tongue was on you, lapping up your arousal and coming to rest against your clit. He set up camp there, focusing all his attention on the small nub. You let yourself drop back so you were holding yourself up on one elbow, your other hand on the back of Ben’s head, tugging on his hair as he drew a series of moans from you. With a particularly firm suck, you felt your cunt pulse and something warm and wet ran from you, dripping over the edge of the bench onto the cupboard door. You had an idea what it was so it surprised you when Ben released your clit to lick between your lips, catching it with his tongue and spreading it along your slit. “We taste good together,” he mumbled, going in to trace the same path over again, greedily licking up the mixture. You swore under your breath, feeling yourself right on the edge of your orgasm, unspeakably turned on by Ben lapping up the load he’d just left in you. Sensing how close you were he dragged his tongue over your clit again, quickly sliding two fingers into you to help you along. You whined his name as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he again sucked at your clit, not stopping until he was sure it had worked. “Thank you,” you said as he straightened up again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re such a dork,” he laughed as he kissed you again, tracing his tongue over yours. The man clearly wanted you lightheaded from lack of air. “Shut up,” you pushed yourself to sit up straight again, expecting Ben to step away and let you hop down from the bench. He didn’t though, instead absentmindedly toying with the leg of your underwear as his gaze fell to your lips. “Seriously?” Ben shrugged, “Eating you out made me hard again. And,” he quickly ran his fingers along the edge of the bench, collecting some of the mess you’d left there, “I think it’s only fair you should taste us too,” If he’s said it less earnestly you might have batted his hand away and laughed off the suggestion but something about his tone made you grab his wrist to pull his fingers towards your mouth. He hadn’t been wrong, the mix of you both did taste pretty good, though you’d already got a hint of it as he’d kissed you. “Good girl,” he breathed out, eyes heavy with lust, “think you’re up for more?” “Can we move elsewhere? The edge of the counter is digging into me.” “Okay,” Ben began tugging your underwear down and kicked off his own before pulling your shirt over your head, making you laugh. He Helped you stand and then immediately pushed you to the floor. For a moment you thought he was suggesting you give him a blowjob and were about to question him but half a second later he was following you down, laying down and pulling you on top. “I meant like the bed or the couch at least,” you said somewhere between incredulity and amusement. “Too far,” he grunted, bucking his hips to encourage you to mount him properly, “need you now.” You rolled your eyes as you sank down onto his dick, “Do I actually get to cum this time or…?” “Only if you move,” Ben growled as he grasped your hips and pulled you down onto him, making you cry out at the unexpectedly sudden sensation of being filled. He let you ride him for a bit, alternating between squeezing your thigh as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and cupping your breasts, teasing your nipples as he encouraged you to fuck yourself on his cock faster. You kept to the same steady pace though, intending to drag it out a little, make him wait. But it wasn’t long before he got fed up with the deliberately slow pace you’d cultivated. Without warning you found yourself on your back, Ben grasping your thighs as he kneeled over you, pulling your hips up a little so he could fuck you the way he wanted. Your voice shook as you moaned and writhed in his shadow, your own fingers dancing over your clit to keep building your orgasm. “Isn’t that better?” he said roughly, laughing a little as you nodded your agreement, “Making me wish I had cancelled our plans. Could stay in your pussy all day.” You whimpered and rubbed your clit harder. “C’mon Pumpkin, so close aren’t ya,” You squeezed your eyes shut, moaning when you finally tipped over the edge. But that didn’t stop Ben. He waited until your orgasm had subsided and then pushed your legs wide and up into the air so he could lay directly on top of you as he continued to pound you. Your voice shook as a moan was pulled from your throat and you squirmed beneath him, feeling yourself once again being drawn towards release. There was something about his weight pressing down on you, his breath against your ear. Something about how close he seemed, almost panting as his hips stuttered in and out of the rhythm he was desperately trying to hold on to. He mouthed at your neck as you tilted your head to accommodate him, reaching a hand down to squeeze his arse cheek. You were sore from every other way he’d fucked you, tired from the two orgasms he’d already wrung from you, and yet the thought of stopping him, of ending the incredible pleasure you felt at his hands, was the furthest thing from your mind. A scream caught in your throat as he seemed to press you even harder into the floor, your legs shaking in the air as he grit his teeth and grunted with each harsh drive into you. And then he came, gasping against your throat as he felt you cum too, finally releasing the scream you’d been holding onto until the noise turned to breaths so ragged they felt like sobs.

Ben kissed your throat and then your jaw as he came back to earth, still laying on you. “How was that?” he asked softly when you’d remained quiet for a while. You drew in a deep breath, “Pum-Pumpkin?” “What?” “You called me fucking Pumpkin of all things, while trying to get me off?” “So?” “Jesus Ben,” you half-heartedly swatted at his side, “you’re lucky I was so close that it didn’t matter otherwise I might have laughed and completely lost the orgasm.” Ben joined in your laughter, the sensation of his shaking body on top of yours slightly odd but mostly quite comforting. Until he shifted his hips without thinking and made you wince. “Sorry,” he said, pressing his lips to yours again as if to kiss away the discomfort before he gingerly pulled out of you and sat back on his knees, “But you did cum that time, right?” “I think you know I did,” you sighed, already able to see what was coming, as you let your legs drop to the floor. “So wait, how many times exactly?” You sighed and shook your head slightly. “Because if my maths is right, I think we got you to three times. Once on the bench and twice on the floor. One plus two is three, yes?” “Yes that’s how basic addition works Ben,” “And who was it again that got you to three orgasms? Was it,” he pointed a finger as his one chest, “Moi?” “Alright asshole, you’re very impressive and a somewhat decent shag,” “I think you could be a little more grateful considering that performance. Might have been my best ever moves,” You pushed Ben in the middle of the chest, exaggeratedly rolling your eyes but, truthfully you were inclined to agree that it had been his best performance yet, at least in your experience. “Here let me help you,” he chuckled as you tried to stand, almost falling over as your legs shook. Quickly, Ben pushed himself to his feet and then offered you a hand up too, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you steady. “Thanks,” “I hope I haven’t made it too hard for you to walk. Wouldn’t want to throw off your bowling cos you were fucked so right.” “Jesus Christ,” you couldn’t help but laugh.

The rest of the time you had before you had to leave was spent tidying up the kitchen, cleaning up the evidence of the mornings activities in case your roommate got home before you, washing up and getting ready to go. Which is really when things started to go downhill. If you’d realised you might have told yourself to stay home, come up with a quick excuse to get out of it and just played video games with Ben for the rest of the day or something. But there was no way to know what was coming so you didn’t. You talked happily as you got into Ben’s car (which was already parked on the street), excited to see your friends and looking forward to the afternoon.

The double date itself was quite fun, although draining. There was always an element of playing pretend at these sorts of occasions. Not that you minded so much. It was either play up the romance of your relationship or have to explain what you were to everyone and a few hours of pretending Ben was your boyfriend was honestly much simpler. At least bowling was better than the cinema. The first time you’d gone on a double date to a movie you’d sat down beside Ben, the popcorn you were sharing balanced on the arm rest between you. Martin and Jill had raised their armrest and were virtually sitting on top of each other, hands entwined. Which would have been fine except Martin had leaned over and said, “you know these things move” and looked expectantly at you. Ben and you had shared a glance and then tried to say you were both fine with the space but they’d given you matching looks that said they thought you were being weird or prudish or judging their willingness to cuddle in public. So you’d relented and shifted the armrest so you could spend the next two hours sitting with Ben’s arm around your shoulders, both of you more tense about the situation than you ever would have been if you’d just been allowed to sit in your seats like normal. Things had improved a bit since then. Ben had told you that one night when you’d gone out to a bar together, Martin had pulled him aside as asked why he never kissed you properly. Ben had shrugged and said he didn’t like PDAs, that he didn’t want photos to spread or anything like that, especially since it was still so new, and Martin had accepted it. They began to see that your ways of being affectionate were quieter, stealing sips from each other’s drinks, a warm hand against a knee, dumb nicknames that made you both laugh. Even if Jill did sometimes still try to convince you that there was nothing wrong with snogging in the middle of a busy street. Nonetheless you never felt fully able to relax when it was just the four of you. Always conscious of how they saw you, always worried that they’d decide you weren’t being affectionate enough and would tell everyone else you were going through a rough patch which would lead to more scrutiny. While at the same time worrying that one of them would start asking how serious it was between you and Ben, were you thinking about the future? Could you see yourselves moving in together? Was he the one? And it took a lot of energy to constantly be alert about what you were saying, always careful to not accidentally give away the secret truth of the situation. Bowling was fun though and less pressure than other double dates you’d been on. You could get away with not holding hands or sitting on Ben’s lap since everyone was standing up frequently and it didn’t make sense to be on top of one another. You could share small pecks on the lips or else tight hugs to celebrate strikes. And Ben made sure to tease you for missed pins, just like he always had, with a few added silly nicknames. He called you his sweet little hotdog after a particularly bad gutter shot which had made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, and made Jill give him a disapproving glance. He’d smoothed it over by letting her overhear him saying he loved you, whispering the platonically just for you.

By the time Jill had been declared the winner of the game, you were ready to head home and spend a night forwarding Ben weird videos and dumb memes. Ready to be allowed to just exist without needing to be romantically linked to anyone. But it wasn’t quite to be. Martin made the suggestion that all of you should head to McDonalds for dinner and before you knew it you were standing in line, waiting for the kid at the cash register to serve you. You leaned your head on Ben’s shoulder as you stared at the menu, and vaguely wondered how someone working in a fast food joint could be so bright and bubbly. Right up until Ben nudged you and asked what you wanted. “Um, can I get a quarter pounder and a frozen coke, thanks.” “And?” Ben supplied. “And what?” “Y/N I know you want dessert, get dessert.” “And an Oreo McFlurry,” you smiled and bumped Ben’s shoulder with yours as he laughed and finished paying. “You guy’s make a cute couple,” the girl who’d served you said, eyes following the path of Ben’s gaze to you, still smiling. She seemed to realise what she’d said, her ears turning red, but Ben thanked her and added, “I think I have to agree,” as he squeezed your hip, before moving away so Jill and Martin could order. You’d smiled at her too but it wasn’t quite genuine.

It wasn’t that you weren’t used to it, people assuming you and Ben were in fact a couple. You were. One or two weeks after you’d first agreed to try out being queerplatonic partners, most of your friends had put two and two together and worked out that something was going on between you. Of course they didn’t know you were aromantic and they probably didn’t have any idea what a QPR was so they’d really added two and two and got five but you weren’t about to correct them. As you’d said to Ben, it was too much too soon to do that. Maybe if the QPR thing worked out long term, maybe then you could tell them. And besides, they weren’t exactly wrong anyway. They’d originally assumed you and Ben were just hooking up after Martin had dropped in to pick up something he’d left at Ben’s and had seen you spread out on Ben’s couch with sex hair and a rather large hickey on your neck and Ben’s sweater hanging off your shoulder. He’d asked Ben who’d just shrugged in response and said it wasn’t a big deal. You estimated it took about a minute and a half to reach everyone else. The next time you’d gone out as a group you’d felt them all watching you and Ben closely, trying to determine if Martin with bullshitting them all or not. They’d all decided it was just sex though. Until you were clearly still together a month later and they decided it had to be serious since Ben had never successfully fucked a girl for that long without catching feelings. That was when they started referring to you as boyfriend and girlfriend. That was also when the comments about how cute you were or how they’d always known you’d get together had first started. The first few times you’d heard it, it felt weird but you figured that was just because it was you and Ben and you were still working out how to be partners without the romance. You’d been in relationships before though and didn’t have any major objections to anything they said so you found it fairly easy to deal with and mostly you didn’t notice it anymore.

Except now it was bothering you. Something about the girl’s comment had rubbed you the wrong way. Which made you feel bad because she was just a kid with a shitty minimum wage job who didn’t know you from Adam. She had no idea. She was just trying to say something nice to a couple of strangers. You supposed your dislike of the comment probably had something to do with spending all afternoon putting on the romantic act for the benefit of your friends. Maybe even something about the sex from earlier. Probably just exhaustion from everything, a shorter fuse. It could even just be PMS though you’d have to check how far off your next period was to be sure. Whatever the reason it felt…not wrong exactly just off. You stayed quiet during most of the meal, aware you weren’t being great company and aware that Ben had realised something was wrong since he kept glancing at you when the other two weren’t looking. “Y/N,” Jill’s voice cut through your thoughts, “Still with us?” “Yeah,” you said, pulling a smile onto your face, “sorry, just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” That statement was met by high pitched oohing noises and Martin jokily reprimanding Ben for keeping you up. You forced yourself to laugh with them, “Not like that you pervs. Ben was filming a night scene yesterday so didn’t actually get to mine until what,” you looked to Ben for confirmation, “One-thirty was it?” “Something like that. I don’t know I fell asleep almost as soon as I put my head down.” “Me, not so much,” you shrugged, “It’s all just catching up with me now.” They accepted that excuse without question and didn’t aim too many more comments in your direction, letting you finish your food without having to keep your mind on their conversation. And pretty soon you were hugging them goodbye and promising you’d organise the next date as Martin told Ben to get you home to bed before you fell asleep in your ice cream.

Ben waited until you were safely back inside your apartment before he asked if you were okay. “We were meant to get milk,” you sighed, trying to push away the annoyingly persistent discomfort. “I’ll go out later and get some. Or we can get Sophie to bring some back when she comes home. Are you okay though?” Unsure if this was a situation where you’d want space, Ben hovered at a respectful distance until you stepped in close and leaned your head against his chest. As soon as he knew you wanted him there he wrapped his arms tightly around you, “What’s wrong?” “Not sure. Think it all just got a bit much.” “How do you mean?” You shrugged as much as his embrace would allow and talked against his chest as you tried your best to explain how flat you felt, “I think the girl who served us was just like the straw that broke the camel’s back, y’know.” “Did me agreeing with her make things worse?” You shook your head, “Don’t think so. I knew you meant it in a different way to her. Besides, the other two were in earshot so there wasn’t much else you could say.” “You know that what everyone else thinks of us doesn’t change anything about what we have, right, or what we mean to each other. It doesn’t change who you are.” You didn’t mean to say it but the words had escaped before you could stop them, “Wouldn’t it be easier if it did though.” “But then you wouldn’t be you and I love you, platonically.” You smiled and nodded as you stepped back a little, though Ben’s arms wouldn’t let you go too far, “I know, thank you. And I’m fine, just having a bit of an off afternoon.” “Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help?” “No, you’ve been perfect.” You leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “And I know I’m being stupid about it. I knew what I was signing up for when I decided not to come out to them. Besides, being back home with you has definitely made me feel better already.” “Do you want a cuppa or anything?” “Nah, think I might just go lie down and read for bit. Decompress a little, y’know.” “Okay. Give me a shout if you want anything, yeah,” he pressed a kiss to your temple and give you an extra squeeze before he let you go.

Slowly you headed to your bedroom, kneeling down at your bookshelf and running your fingers along the spines until you found the one you wanted. That particular book had seen better days. It’s spine was cracked, the image on the cover peeling away from the cardboard underneath. More than one page had begun to fray around the edges like an ancient treasure map in a cartoon, with little triangles missing and the corners permanently creased where they’d been dog eared a hundred times. But as you settled into the bed, Ben’s pillow still smelling faintly of his hair pomade, you began to feel more yourself. Ben was right. What other people thought of your relationship didn’t matter. He was still your Ben, the same Ben who’s hoodie had been living in your cupboard for years now because he spent so much time at yours anyway it just made sense to keep a spare there. The same Ben who’d bought you your favourite pair of sunglasses when you’d left your old ones at home by accident. The same Ben who’d gradually been reading his way through your entire bookshelf rather than buying his own paperbacks. You had too much history there and too much love for each other for anyone else’s opinions to matter. And your partnership was good. It made you happy so it had to be good.

The time passed quickly as you read so when you looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps and saw that a couple of hours had passed, you were a little taken aback. Ben poked his head round the corner and then stepped through the doorway when he saw you looked better. “Nice to see you smiling again,” he said softly as he crawled up beside you. Without thinking you lifted your arm so he could snuggle against you, his head on your chest. “What’re you reading?” “First Test by Tamora Pierce. First book in her Protector of the Small series.” “What’s it about?” “A girl training to become a knight. Gran bought it for me as a kid while we were on a holiday at the seaside.” Ben glanced at the worn pages, “Do you reread it a lot?” “Yeah a bit. The main character, Kel, is like the only aromantic character I know of so she’s kinda important to me.” “The main character’s aro?” “I mean, not explicitly. It was published in ’99 and the terminology to describe aro experiences didn’t really start being used until like the late 2000s and even then only in certain communities online. But Tamora Pierce did answer some questions on her website and said that as she was writing the series Kel became less and less interested in romance and sex so even though she didn’t have the words for it back then, she would consider Kel aro and probably ace too. And I mean, rereading them I definitely feel an aro sort of reaction to a lot of the romance stuff, even when Kel does start kissing boys and all that.” Ben leaned back to better see your face, “Will you read to me?” You leaned down to kiss him, unhurriedly, softly, letting your lips linger on his. “Is that a yes?” “That was a sorry I’ve been weird this evening kiss actually.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said simply, snuggling back down, his head once again resting on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You adjusted your grip on the book and began to read from where you’d left off, one hand running absentmindedly through his hair, both of you sighing softly as you relaxed into each other.

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #idk i hope its okay #also if you have any more idea for potential future chapters about these two send them my way #i like having an aro character to come back to every now and again lmao

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So this is an angst request about Erwin! To basically lay it out Erwin and reader are childhood friends and she has always been pretty attached to him, as they grow up he goes into the survey corps and she goes with him as well, and she eventually develops a crush on him and he does too just that he keeps it private to himself.

okay! i hope you like it and sorry for the waiting!! 💖

continuation to the request:

Over time they start falling apart. Either way during an expedition the reader ends up passing away and since then one of the reader's best friends has been passive aggressive with Erwin even when he became commander. So the night before the retaking of Wall Maria he calls that friend into his office and he asks them why they have been acting that way ever since she died. The friend confesses that the reader loved him so much that she didnt care what happened to them and that. The friend confesses that the reader loved him so much that she didnt care what happened to them and that she didn’t care when he fell into the arms of any other woman because she just wanted him to be happy. And that's why the friend was always so mad at Erwin because he never even spared a glance at her. So then Erwin dies and he meets her again and it can end on either fluff or angst if you want to. You can do it in any POV you can! Thanks!

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❁ spoilers! some cursing also, one mention of suicide word, original character introduction, non-canon events and deaths.

❁ a/n: sorry, anon! it took longer than I expected to write this because i kept editing it :’) i hope you like it <3 sorry for any errors and for making this so long :’’) also, i’m not following the manga exact events!!!! also sorry if i messed something up :(

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“You’re what?”

“I’m joining the Survey Corps.” Erwin looked at you, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He left the papers on the desk, getting up. Even knowing he’s just a teenager, he’s pretty tall. But, after all this years, it doesn’t intimidate you.

“You’re not” He says. You raise an eyebrow, looking at him.

“You’re not my father to decide what can I do and what I cannot do. If you’re joining, I’m joining.” Erwin sighs and looks at you fiercely. You keep your gaze in his.

“I have the same possibilities to die as you have, Smith. So don’t fucking dare to tell me not to join.”

Both of you passed the tests to enter the Survey Corps. His intelligence and your strength made the two of you stand out. You cared for Erwin, always checking on him on your training expeditions, and being there when he rans out of gas or needs assistance. Even when he tried to convince you not to, you joined anyway the elimination squad. Erwin joined as well, but his strategic brain made him talk to the heads of the army. Lion waited for you after an intense training. Erwin was entering the Commander’s office. Lion sighed.

“He’s always so occupied with high class men...”

“I’m happy for him.” you say. Lion was cleaning his boots.

He has been your friend since both of you entered the elimination squad, and he’s like a big brother to you now. He rolls his eyes.

“Because you love him.” He says. He was not wrong: A little teen crush on Erwin evolved to the point that you love him. You know he doesn’t feel the same for you, or so you think. He always treats you kind of cold, and more since he entered the Corps. You know he feels responsible of you joining because of his ideas, but you where totally free to join. That doesn’t excuse his new cold attitude towards you. Lion sighs again and gets up, his boots now totally clean.

“He doesn’t look at you that way, y/n” He says. Maybe he’s right, totally right, but the heart doesn’t choose who to love. That’s why you’re deeply in love with him. And because you know him better than anyone. His fears and his goals. The way his blue eyes soften when he talks about something he loves. "But, I do understand you." he says. "Love is just a fucking problem and a headache if it is one-sided" He palmed your shoulder before going out of the tent. Sighing, you stand up and follow him. Erwin comes out of the Commander’s tent at the same time. You look at him and he looks at you. You smile at him, a little smile that he is silently adoring, silently wanting to kiss, to feel it against him.

"Come on, Erwin." The Commander makes Erwin walk behind him, and his expression keeps being the same as usual towards you. You decide it's time to stop making him notice you. He doesn't want anything romantic with you, so just let him be. If he wants to search a cute soldier to get married or a girl to have fun is his decision. You're out of it.

But you didn't know how much he cared for you, how deep in love he was. Just watching the corners of your lips making a little smile makes his heart beat faster, the way you are so close to him even when he is treating you like that hurts him. If he wasn't a soldier, he would ask you to go out with him. He would take your hands sweetly and make you dance to an invented song just to see the way your lips curve in a smile of joy. He would take you to long walks and give you his jacket when you're cold. He would ask your hand in marriage and kiss and nude your body with care and tenderness. He would marry you happily, have maybe a couple kids, if you want to. Live a easy and quiet life.

But he decided to be a soldier.

That means he's risking his life every time he puts his feet out of the walls. As you do. That's why he wants you to leave and search someone who cares for you and loves you deeply. He wants to be that one, but knowing that maybe he'll die in the next expedition, leaving you alone and heartbroken, scares him. He knows you're brave and strong, but a close loose is not a easy thing. Even for you. So he decided to keep a cold attitude towards you.

Years passed by and your crush for him was still there, as intense as always. He is candidate to be the next Commander, as he always wanted to. His desire for knowing why humanity has to be in the walls while the titans can be free out there. Lion knocks on your room door.

"Did you heard the news?" he asks, entering. You shake your head. "We'll go on an emergency expedition tomorrow." Lion sits near you. An emergency expedition. There was a rare type of expedition, the emergency ones: they're made when a strange titan comes around and takes a lot of normal titans with it, near a town or village. "We're leaving tonight at 5. Be ready." You nod. "And try to sleep a bit, yes?" you nod again. Lion leaves silently and you prepare yourself to sleep some hours. You know that going without sleeping will make you an easy prey for titans. At five o'clock, you're all marching towards the entrance of the wall Maria. The Commander assigns your squad to the front.

The expedition starts calmly, even when the atmosphere in the soldier’s files seems tense. Lion rides a horse near you, in silence, and you know Erwin goes behind, with all the high soldiers. You can’t feel titans near, even their steps. That’s why the Commander yell scares you.

“There’s a sparkler!” he yells. You look at both sides, finding easily the black colored flame. “Elimination squad, go and find that damn thing and kill it. Rescue squad, find survivors and take them to the barricade.” You nod, following your squad leader. After a long time riding, without finding signs of a titan near, you start to think that maybe it was just a bad joke of one of the juniors.

That changes when the girl next to you yells, suddenly trapped in a big hand. A strange titan, with an enormous mouth, smiles at her, as if it were trying to tell her that it is going to enjoy every bite of her body. And it does. You saw comrades die because of titans. Smashed, eaten in a bite or even suicides. But you never, never, saw a titan split a comrade in two parts. Her waist bleeds while the titan swallows her legs. The scene is truly gross, how the blood stains the mouth of the titan, dripping to the ground, making the daisies turn red in a cruel metaphor of life and death.

“Eva...” Lion whispers. All the color has left his face. You’re incapable to look to other side, just to the horror expression in Eva’s face, freezed forever while the titan eats her. Then, it’s gaze searches new victims. That’s how you react, when its bloody smile is pointing on your direction. Lion yells.

“y/n!”

Your ODMG goes fast and reaches a near tree, where you hang. The titan looks around. You have it’s neck really close to you. It’s just having it distracted and attack him.

“Lion, distract him!” You yell, hiding behind the trunk. Lion starts to move on the ground, the big eyes of the titan following him fast, his hand trying to reach the fastest soldier of the army. You point with your ODMG to its neck, the perfect angle for attacking it. Once your hooks are well placed, you take two blades and jump.

The attack is one the trainer show you. It’s almos infalible, it has a 0′1 margin of error. It’s impossible to fail. You speed up, trying to reach its neck. But you found its teeth before.

Your expression is surprised when the titan opens its mouth, taking you into it. Your blades made cuts in its mouth because of the speed.

“y/n!” Lion yells, taking out his blades. He goes fast in your help, but maybe it is too late. You feel how the titans’ teeth part you in two, as you saw it did with Eva before. It is instant pain. How you body gets split in two. How the titan parts from your body, to pull the part it has between its teeth far from the other part of your body, using two fingers to hold your upper part. You’re still conscious about what is happening. You can see other titans fighting against your comrades. You can watch them die, as same as you’re about to do. There’s no way to save you.

This is not a romantic book. Erwin is not going to appear in his white horse, just in time to save you. He’s not going to leave the army to take care of you. He’s not going to kill that titan in revenge, yelling and covered in blood. So, that’s why you close your eyes, leaving your body, without making resistance against the titan.

When Lion killed it, it was late for you. Lion tried to wake you up, to make you open your eyes and look at him. But you couldn’t. Your soul was watching him from above.

The news reached your home and Erwin. He went to your house, to show respect and give the sorry to your family.

It hurt him in ways he couldn’t imagine he would get hurt. It was a continuous reminder in his heart, that now you’re not going to smile at him in the corridors or be behind him when he needs you. He cried. He cried a lot, in private, in his room. He regretted every single cold gaze, every time he ignored you thinking it was the best for you. He regrets all the times you reached him to talk with him, and he ignored you to talk with high ranked soldiers. He regrets not confessing to you.

And now he can’t do anything about it because you’re not longer there.

Lion feels guilty, he thinks he could have saved you, but you jumped on the titan’s mouth. It wasn’t his fault. Erwin knows he was your best friend there, and he knows he should go and show his respects to him too, but he can’t. Not now. He decides to wait. The wound is too recent.

That’s how years passed by, slow, and Erwin got upgraded to Commander. He got new soldiers, new squads and new faces. But he stills think about you. About how you would like to meet Hange. How Lion is training the new ones. How well you’ll understand Levi.

He decided that it was time to talk with Lion. Breathing deep, he started to walk towards the barricade. There, Lion was making a ponytail to a young girl, that seemed like a cadet. The girl made the army’s salute towards her Commander, salute that Erwin made back. Lion looked at him, his face tinted with anger, like every time the Commander walked near him. Erwin knows he feels bad because of what happened to you but, angry at him? Why?

“Can we talk in my office?” the blonde man asks. Lion keeps looking at him with anger.

“Why would the Commander need me?”

“Just a couple of minutes, and then you can go back to work.”

Lion reluctantly agrees, following the Commander back to his office. Once they’re in, Erwin starts to talk.

“I know y/n’s death has...”

“Oh, so now you’re going to talk about her.” Lion says. His arms are crossed.

“What do you mean?” Erwin asks. Lion walks toward him. The two of them are similar in height, but Lion is more corpulent.

“You never talked to her when she was alive. Even knowing that she was there for you every fucking time you needed her. She wasn’t your fucking dog, Commander.” the way Lion spits the word makes Erwin realize that he isn’t his favorite soldier. “She was a girl. A girl with feelings, a girl that loved and suffered. A human. Not your war machine, not your gas station, not your shield. A girl.”

Erwin wasn’t getting where was Lion trying to reach with that conversation.

“What do you mean?” he asks, quietly. Lion let out a little sarcastic laugh.

“She was in love with you, Commander Smith. She told me a hundred times that it didn’t care if you were watching another woman because that means you’re happy.” Erwin’s blue eyes shot open in surprise. “She was in love with you. That’s why she was always around you, helping you and caring for you. It wasn’t luck. It was love.”

Erwin got dizzy. That’s why you were always so sweet to him? Always trying to get closer to him, to make sure he was secure, to make him notice you.

How was he so blind?

“I...” Erwin was at a loss of words. Lion sighed.

“I don’t know why you were so cold to her. Why? She was the sweetest girl out there and you treated her with coldness.”

He asks himself the same. Why? To protect you or to protect himself? Was he trying to make you happy or trying to extinguish the love he felt for you? Was it for your good-being or for his?

Was he being egoistic or abnegated?

Lion left the office without looking again to Erwin.

That night, Erwin’s mind was a mess. He only could think about you. About how you cared all this time for him and how he couldn’t save you. But he had an expedition the next day. Even when he wanted to cry and break things and scream, he needs to sleep. He’s human, after all.

He dreamed about you. About how your smile was always for him, and he couldn’t see it. That’s why there are purple marks under his eyes. Levi looks at his Commander, saying anything. Just his normal silence when he looked to the front again. Erwin survived to a lot of battles, a lot, even when one of them costed his arm. But he survived. Even when he wanted to die, because you’re not longer with him. But he obligated himself to keep going.

“Today, we’re fighting to recover a part of Wall Maria, to recover the district of Shiganshina from the titans. Soldiers, offer your hearts!” all the soldiers yelled back to Erwin. He looked at the sky.

Some hours after, the Commander told all his effectives to offer themselves along with him. He knew it was difficult to win towards the beast titan, the one that throws rocks. He talked to Levi earlier, and the Captain asked him if he had a plan. Levi was sure everybody was about to die. But the Commander told Levi that, risking his life and his cadets lives, there was hope for humanity. That’s why Erwin was looking at the distance without fear, the silhouette of the Beast Titan could be seen from where he is. Yelling to his subordinates once again, he made the army advance. And a lot of stones appeared in front of them. He thought about you, about how you where always brave, even when things were complicated.

That was the last thought he had, before getting hit by a rock.

Erwin didn’t expect to find you again, pretty as always, with your beautiful hair clean and shining. He was there, in front of you. You were also wearing the Corps uniform. His eyes started to form tears.

“Erwin?” You asked. He nods. Your watery eyes understood that if he’s there, in front of you, it means he’s dead. You run, hugging him. His scent is as clear as always, his arm tangled on your waist. You cry on his chest and he cries on your neck.

“I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, y/n...” he says. His breath is irregular and his big hand massages your waist.

“It’s okay, Erwin. It’s okay.” Your hand strokes his hair, quietly.

“I told my soldiers to die for the humanity. I sacrificed them for what?” the shock after commanding a whole army, being aware of all the lives he risked for humanity, made him break. You hugged him, being there for him. "Why are you here, with me?"

"Because I love you." you simply say. "I'm still in love with you, Erwin." you answer. He looks at your face.

"You're not angry at me?" he asks. You shake your head.

"I guess you had your causes to avoid me. Maybe you don't like me even a bit or something, and that's totally right."

He knew he needed to explain everything to you, but, for now, he just need to feel your arms around him.

Now, you have all eternity to be together.

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ahkaahshi · 4 years

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priorities [miya atsumu x reader] (req)

anon: hello! how are you doing? i hope you're great and feeling well! may i request a one-shot for atsumu? like, atsumu dumps his s/o due to his other priorities (y'know like volleyball) 1-2 months later reader and atsumu encounters at a park. he tries to talk to her in a friendly way but reader avoids him bc she still loves him sm. whenever she sees him she gets an urge to kiss him and punch him at the same time shjsbjshskhks. happy ending please!! thanks in advance ♡♡♡ (i love your writing btw!!)

fran: hi anon :) I'm doing alright and I hope you’re doing well too! thanks for sending this in! I'm glad you said happy ending bc it’s atsumu and I want the best for him 🥺 I really appreciate your kind words! hope you enjoy :)

pairing: miya atsumu x fem reader

genre: angst with a fluffy ending

warning(s): a bit of swearing

word count: 1.3k (again, I swear I'll get my mini shots down to 1k and under LMAO a word count limit just never stopped me I guess!!)

With a long sigh, you slow your pace and take a few moments to walk off an annoying cramp that’s developed in your calf. The music you’d had blaring through your earbuds seems way too loud now given that you’re no longer running through the busy streets and have reached a quiet park instead, so you take your phone out of your pocket to turn it down. While you do some light stretches to alleviate the pain, a cool breeze floating through the air reminds you not only of how sweaty you are but of the time.

It’s early enough in the evening for the sun’s dying rays to linger in the sky for about a half an hour longer. The city streets are packed with the traffic of workers heading home for the day or venturing out in search of dinner. Though it’s a challenge weaving in amongst people going about their end of the day activities, being immersed in liveliness is enough to distract you from the somber mood you’d been stuck in for about two months now.

Breakups were never easy, but this one had been harder for you to shake off than the others, mostly because you’d been deeply in love with the man who’d shattered your heart. And, of course, being told you weren’t a priority had only added insult to injury.

You hadn’t expected yourself to be completely healed of your heartache in two months, but you also hadn't anticipated that you’d still be so broken up about it that you pined for him every moment your mind wasn’t occupied. It was torturous, and you wanted to move on from it.

Running was one way you could literally and figuratively escape from your problems, but you knew you could only avoid them for so long before they caught up to you. Now, as your mind idles once more, your thoughts return to you again in full force.

Another runner’s tall figure further down the path ahead captures your attention when you lift your head from inspecting your leg, and your heart instantly drops into your stomach. That unmistakable blonde head of hair painted a vibrant orange in the rays of the setting sun, a black jacket bearing the name of a professional volleyball team, and a body chiseled by the gods themselves were instant indicators of the man’s identity.

Shit, you think frantically, wracking your brain for different routes you can take to avoid crossing paths with him. But, it’s too late.

“(F/n)?” you hear him call out to you in between breaths, the pounding of his footsteps echoing closer and closer to you with each moment that passes.

Not knowing what else to do, you decide to pretend like you don’t hear him, turn on your heels, and start jogging in the opposite direction. You know it’s lame to be running away from your ex-boyfriend, but it’s the only option you can think of to avoid having contact with him. However, your fatigue quickly catches up with you, and the pain in your calf makes it hard to escape as gracefully as you’d like.

“(F/n)!”

When you hear his voice again, he’s right beside you, touching your shoulder to grab your attention, as if you hadn’t just seen him and tried but failed to avoid a conversation with him. With a sigh, you surrender, bringing yourself to a halt and taking your earbuds out. The pain surging through your irritated calf muscle makes you grumble softly and avert your eyes from his curious gaze to examine it once more.

“Hey, are ya okay?” he wonders, dark amber gaze traveling to where your fingers are kneading into the back of your leg.

With a dismissive wave of the hand, you lie, “I’m fine.”

When your eyes finally meet, you feel all the emotions you’ve been holding back threaten to boil over. All the love you still felt for him as well as the disdain you’d been harboring towards him since your breakup floods your thoughts. You can’t decide if you want to kiss him or punch him in the face, but, since neither’s acceptable at the moment, you place your hands in your pockets and let out a slow exhale.

“So, how are ya?” he wonders, removing his own pair of earbuds and brushing a few, shining droplets of sweat away from his forehead.

“What are you doing here?” you ask curtly.

His thick eyebrows furrow in confusion as he responds, “Whaddya mean? Why can’t I enjoy a brisk, evenin’ run through a public park?”

Narrowing your eyes at him and shifting your weight off your injured leg, you state, “You can. It’s just that this park isn’t exactly in your area.” His lips settle into a deep frown, and he remains silent for a beat. “Seriously, Atsumu, what do you want? I’m trying to move on like you told me to.”

“Okay,” he grumbles, breaking eye contact to look anywhere but at you as he admits, “Maybe I’ve been comin’ through here every now n’ then on my runs hopin’ that I’d bump into you.”

The vulnerability in his tone and demeanor sends a pang of sadness rippling through your body. You voice is nearly inaudible as you whisper, “Why?”

“Because I wanna talk to ya, (f/n).” His answer is instantaneous--spoken without a hint of hesitation despite how embarrassed you’d assumed he would be to confess anything that he thought would make him look weak or desperate.

His hand extends towards you, as if requesting that you remove yours from your pocket so he can hold it. You deny him this access with a shake of the head, though it makes your eyes sting ever so slightly to reject him. “About what?” is your next inquiry.

There’s a much longer pause as he summons his courage with a deep breath and finally turns his face toward you so your eyes can meet. “I fucked up, okay? I shoulda never treated ya like you were just livin’ yer life in my world. I shoulda never been stupid enough to think that volleyball was more important my own girlfriend, ‘nd that I had to choose between that ‘nd you. Never. I shoulda never made ya feel as if you were second best. I won’t forgive myself for doin’ that to ya.”

You dig your thumb into the cuff of your jacket and raise it to your cheek to wipe away a few, stray tears that had escaped without warning. Judging by the look of yearning in his eyes, he probably wants more than anything to embrace you and litter your skin with gentle apologies in the form of kisses. Keeping the distance between the two of you is painful, but you know how susceptible you are to him since your wounds never had time to heal.

“I’m literally so in love with ya, (f/n). So in love with ya that I don’t care that I'm here, puttin’ my pride aside to admit that I royally fucked up ‘nd tell ya that I wantcha back. These past couple of months without ya have been hell.”

“’Tsumu,” you whimper softly with a sniffle, willing yourself to regain your composure so you didn’t turn into a sobbing mess in such a public place.

Upon hearing his nickname leave your mouth, a small smile creeps onto his lips before he asks, “Will ya give me another shot ‘nd lemme treat ya to dinner?”

In the scenarios you’d imagined in your head for this very moment, you acted tougher--reminding him that you deserve more and acting cold and indifferent toward him. But, now, in this moment, after the sincerity of the apology he’s given, all you can do is nod and say, “It’s going to take a bit of time, but I’m open to trying again.”

A grin graces his handsome features as he offers, “I can tell yer leg’s hurtin’ ya, so I’ll give ya a piggyback ride to any restaurant of yer choice in exchange for a drive home. Jus’ pick a place nearby, would ya?”

“Okay,” you accept and wipe away any tears left on your face. He brushes a few strands of your hair away from your face in a tender gesture before turning around so you can climb onto his back and let him cart you off to get a much-needed meal as a first step towards rebuilding a better relationship with him.

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obeymematches · 4 years

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AAA, hi I'm that first anon ( /w\)

I'm glad you're doing well ❤️ Thank you so much for the content you're making. I've been kinda losing interest in Obey Me but I'd like to request a match-up, maybe it'll help me rekindle my love for the game.

So, hmm. I'm 18 and a bit of a short gal, 4' 11 since I last checked (aaaa, Asian genes. But hey, cute size difference).

I'm an INFP-T, so I kinda suck at socialising hahah. But I make up for it by showing a cheery exterior. It always feels good to leave a good impression.

I usually like to try keeping a soft image, but will also be a loud memelord if I ever get comfortable enough.

I'm about to study HUMSS next school year, dreaming of becoming an arts teacher or prof, if I can manage. But I struggle with anxiety, which kinda clashes with my dream career, since a teacher requires confidence ,w,)

I tend to put others' needs before myself, I always want to make sure my friends are happy. The world is... horrible, so I really try my best to ensure they're smiling. It just gives me good serotonin if I know I made them feel happier.

My brain is horrible at keeping stuff, meaning I'm really forgetful. And oof, not really the smartest tool in the shed. No thoughts, head empty. Only love and escapism✌️😔 My dumbass brain is another thing that clashes with my dream job.

I like drawing, listening to music (distracts me from bad thoughts), video games (my most favs are rpgs and open world), horror stuffs, and crying whenever I see frogs and dogs. I also like plants. Ohh, and shiny rocks, heck yea.

Tho, I'm not really taking care of any at the moment, but I dream of having my own garden. I love the cottagecore aesthetic.

A thing I should add I guess is that I used to be a total weeb, so my behaviour and speech is heavily influenced. I'd sometimes casually drop a 'hai?', 'nani', 'nande kore' and etc. in convos. Kinda makes me cringe, but dang I can't stop.

Even if I don't enjoy watching anime as much as before, I do like anime movies. All ghibli films, Kimi no Nawa, Weathering with You and A Silent Voice are my favs.

I just love the soundtracks so much qoq

My worse flaws are I'm hella sensitive, a huge procrastinator, childish, and easily jealous.

But despite me being a lazy dumbass, if I put my mind into something, I will not stop until I finish the thing. Which means I also tend to overwork myself.

I know it's unhealthy but it really keeps me motivated, aaa-

I also seem to like acting as if I know a lot? I mean, I come across as that but my real intention is I just thought to share my knowledge of the subject.

I just say a lot of stuff because I tend to blabber and jumble my words.

I guess my love language is words of affirmation. Compliments, I love you's, heart memes, cheesy pick up lines that my sleep-deprived self thought of at 4am- all of em!

These are the weapons I torture my friends with o(○｀ω´○)9

But ahh, the thing is I've never dated anyone before. I find it so difficult to fall for someone irl, or even gain crushes. Mostly fictional. So I have absolutely no experience in the dating business.

Something to do with my self esteem and trust issues, ekk-

Oof, that's long. I hope that's not too much. Again, thank you so much if you happen to get to write this. Take your time, hun ^w^ ❤️💕 AAAA, and congratulations on reaching 100 followers!

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Hi!

Noooooo i’m so sorry it took me so much time to write this ;; I hope you like the result though! thank you for your patience!! 💕 💕 💕

I decided to match you with Mammon!

Here is why:

Okay so obviously there is a bit of a height difference, I mean he is not even near to being the tallest but thats exactly why he thinks you are the best height - it makes him feel taller and that is good for his confidence.

Mammon is known for going out and socializing a lot - even if more often than not he ends up in some kind of unusual situation. He is good at taking the initiative in case you have trouble. Just don’t always follow through his ideas he suggests to bond, because most of the time it will end up getting both of you in trouble. I mean it’s not like Lucifer would punish you too badly because of something stupid Mammon got you to do (besides you having to listen to a lecture about why the thing you two did was dumb), but poor friend of yours is not so lucky. :(

I like to think of him as a positive, rather optimistic, maybe naive person but I think your cheerful attitude goes well with that. I mean think about the aura you two would spread!

He would definitely be surprised to learn about your loud memelord side, but that would fascinate him so much because you can open up to him sooner than to his brothers and that also makes him more proud to be with you! I think that would also help him grow some real deep feelings for you

I think you’d be a great influence on him to help motivating him to put some more energy into his education. Although the only reason he would care more about that is the study times he can have with you, and it is up to you to decide if those sessions are actually studying together (read: you tutoring him and him staring at you in awe when you don’t look but can’t grasp the material) or if there’s an attempt but a couple minutes later he is talking about how to earn money fast and both of you try said method.

Helping him study sometimes would definitely help your self-esteem! I think he can come off as rather confident, so hanging around with people like him would definitely boost your confidence!

I think he would literally melt if someone put his well-being before themselves. Theres no going back now he is lovesick. I mean just think about all the times his brothers make fun of him.

I’m prettysure he is the best at making people laugh! He has no care in the world even if he has to do something dangerously dumb to make you smile!!

He can be rather forgetful too so thats something the both of you have to work on if possible, but relationshipwise that should not cause conflicts. Sure he might forget about some stuff but it’s never your bday or a date with you because both of you are in love.

I think he can try your hobbies to impress you or just to have another topic to talk about, but he will probably never be the best at drawing. I think the amount of music you listen to would drastically decrease as he is very good at occupying your mind - with positive thoughts!

It is confirmed that he alsp enjoys videogames and he is good at them, so thats something you two can do together when you don’t really feel like going out.

If you show him horror movies he will scream and will not be able to sleep well for 2 weeks but he is going to deny that with his life so good luck!

I think he would find it cute that you like frogs and rocks and stuff, he might tease you a bit about it at first but if he sees a frog on sale he will spend his money to give you a surprise frog! it will probably be some live magical frog (either poisonous or some weird demon magic frog that will have everyone in the house of lamentation end up in a comedic situation). So that was the last time he got you something he has no idea about without asking you first.

Oh he would definitely tease you a lot about your vocabulary, but Levi would catch on you because you might not actually be a normie... And thats how Mammon gets too jealous to ever tease you again about something like that - how can he allow Levi to hang out with you :(

And that brings us to both of you being easily jealous. In some cases that might end in conflicts because one person gets annoyed but in this particular case you just need to have a conversation about it. Set some boundaries both of you are okay with, and no issue!

I think to make sure your time alone with Levi is more limited he would totally watch anime movies with you!

He definitely adores your determination! If you ever ask him what he likes about you, he will probably mention this as one trait.

Hmmm as I elaborated before, you knowing more stuff about things will probably prevent situations that would be caused by Mammon not being informed about some stuff.

Okay so he is definitely one who sends you memes at ungodly hours and you can’t stop him. He is awake, lying in bed, too in love to do anything besides think about you and smile and face the issues of being the local tsundere. And then you send him a meme full of love and he can not fall asleep for the rest of the night, feeling butterflies and imagining soft things with you like he did with nobody else before.

Okay so I’m not sure about his dating experience, but as far as a know he doesn’t really have much either? in that case both of you could explore this new feeling together!

So in conclusion this boy is very much in love and he can only hope that you feel the same. Both of you are a good influence o the other and that helps the two of you to grow together. He might have slightly more experience but that’s okay. I see no conflicts here, maybe the only exception being the fact that he can be rude towards you and you are sensitive, but he is quick to stop being rude once he sees why he is so wrong. And that will be the best decision of his life so far because not long after that he is very much in love for the first time in forever. Both of you are loyal to the other and jealousy means no issue. Well, after some conversation, that is. Both of you experience life together and theres always something to do, to see!

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molzies-fanfics · 5 years

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What’s the word Hummingbird?

A fluffy Donatello x reader

Anon asked: ‘Can we get some fluffy 2016 Donnie in bed with the reader? I just need a little something because I had a bad day. Thank you’

A/N: Sure you can! I love this request so much so thanks for asking me to write this in the first place. Also, I’m really sorry you had a bad day, I’m always here to talk if you need it and your requests are always welcome even if it may take me a bit to get around to them. So, without further a-do, here is the fluffy Donnie one-shot.

“Dove?” Your beloved terrapin called for you, his voice echoing slightly against the sewer walls.

“I’m in here.” You responded from the bathroom, obviously a bit pre-occupied. “Oh, okay, I’ll wait for you.” Donatello took his glasses off for a moment, rubbing his eyes before perching them back onto the bridge of his snout. “You don’t have to.” Came a small whine through the door.

“No, I want to, love.” Donnie wanted to at least see you clearly before the both of you went to bed, he knew as soon as his head hit the pillow his brain would switch off. Plus the purple banded turtle had been so busy with the shell raiser, he’s barely spent any time with you during the week and your bi-daily visits. But you took care of him none the less and he wanted to return the favour more than anything.

A small blush spread across his cheeks, turning the sage of his skin into a darker colour, a seaweed maybe? He hoped you wouldn’t notice. As the clunking of the plumbing rattled above his head, Donatello waited patiently, reminiscing on the moments you two had shared over the past couple of months. But it was only a couple weeks ago when you two had started to sleep with each other. Not in the sexual sense…just being together longer than twelve hours and keeping each other in their embrace.

Not being used to all the attention focused onto him that late into the night and the early hours of the morning, it flustered him to no end. Although…he was incredibly happy and everyone around him had started to notice, including his brothers and more importantly…you.

You were tying up your hair for the night as you emerged from the bathroom, thinking you looked a mess but you were comfy so it didn’t really matter, Donnie however…he thought he had never seen anything on the planet more beautiful than you.

Looking up, you noticed the faraway look in his golden eyes, turning a vicious red as you realised he was staring straight at you. “Don? You okay babe?”

“What? Oh, yes I’m fine…more than fine actually.” He beamed.

“What were you thinking about?” you asked, curious as to why he was so joyful all of a sudden.

“You, mainly. How happy you’ve made me…how you start to fill my every thought…” He drifted off, starting to look slightly more serious as his brow furrowed slightly.

“Aw Don…you make me happy too.” You smiled, walking over to him slowly, placing your hands on his wrists as you leaned up to peck the corner of his mouth.

He let out a small puff of air, a hint of laughter, before sweeping you up into his arms.

“Donnie!” you tried to shout, but burst into uncontrollable laughter as he carried you to his room. Blushing like crazy now, you melted into the way he nuzzled against your neck as he placed you tenderly onto the soft lilac sheets. “I absolutely adore you.” He mumbled into the curve of your skin.

Massaging his shoulders slightly, trying to catch his gaze, you started to undo the knot in his bandana, your hands grazing his face softly. “I’m lucky to be able to call you mine.” Starting to place feather-like kisses in the hollow of your throat, you were determined to see his face properly before drifting off to sleep. “I’m lucky too, y’know?” you managed to get out, feeling the bob of your throat as he tried to kiss the emotion welled up in there.

“How so?” He enquired, finally making eye contact with you. Removing his glasses for a moment, the fabric of his bandanna fell away from his face, folding it carefully you put it onto the nightstand.

You wanted him to be able to see you when you said these next words, so, you set the tortoise shell frames back onto his snout. “I’m lucky to be able to meet, get to know and fall in love with you Donatello.”

Donnie had never felt so elated, he let out an unintentional churr at your words, trying not to cry. “You…you love me?” He couldn’t help questioning.

“Of course, I do. You’re amazing in every way possible.” You started to well up, smiling none the less.

He wanted to imprint this memory into his brain forever, to never forget his first true love and her confession. Your hair slightly billowed out onto the pillow, his hands placed on your waist and the bed, your Y/E/C eyes gazing adoringly up into his and no signs of any mistrust what so ever. If Donnie had told his younger self this was ever going to happen to him, he probably would’ve whacked himself over the head with his own bo staff, deeming the truth ‘illogical’ and most likely ‘stupid’.

“I love you too.” He whispered as the tears started to fall onto your skin, sinking into the moment. One of vulnerability and being able to be your true selves with no judgement from anyone except each other, when you both received none, you couldn’t help curling into his plastron, letting out a small sob of happiness as he started to cry into your hair. Donnie could have never predicted those sweet words falling from your perfect lips.

“I wish we met sooner…I wish I could fall in love with you every day for the rest of my life…I wish for so much and yet…I already have everything I could ever ask for…because of you, my love.”

And just like that, the both of you fell into a dreamless and yet sweet sleep, awaiting rosy fingered dawn to rouse you both into your small world of true happiness.

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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Ain’t Together

Idol: Heejin (Loona)

Prompt: loona heejin scenario where her and reader kiss all the time and do coupley things but for some reason heejin still thinks they’re just friends?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This title is based on one of my favorite King Princess songs “Ain’t Together” so go give it a listen! I ended up making this kind of angst-y at the beginning, but I hope this is what you had in mind, anon!

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You were the one who’d gotten yourself into this mess. Really, it was your own fault. But had anyone else been in your shoes, they would have fallen for her too.

Heejin was beautiful. Anyone could see that. She had a small face, soft, long hair, sparkly dark eyes that crinkled at the sides when she smiled, and a cute excited smile that made her nose scrunch up just a little bit. Not to mention her low, dulcet voice and charming laugh, or her slender fingers, lightly calloused from guitar, and her soft hands. Or the way she always smelt like French perfume. She was the most perfect person you’d ever encountered, and this perfect person had smiled at you like you were the only person in the world. How could you not fall for her?

You should have said no the first time it happened. She’d been a little tipsy from the cocktails she’d had at dinner, and had invited you over for ice cream at her place. But as soon as you’d sat down, she’d turned to you with her cheeks flushed and her lips parted just slightly.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your face had turned red and you’d felt yourself stuttering, not knowing what to do. You’d been tipsy too, so your brain was jumbled, not responding when you wanted it to. “Uh,” you’d said, and she’d turned up her lips to pout at you.

“Please? I wanna practice.”

Practice? What had that even meant? But it had been impossible to say no. You’d always been whipped for her. So you’d nodded your head, voice stuck in your throat, and let her kiss you. Her lips had been slightly chapped, but still soft, and she’d tasted like the Lavender Lemonades she’d had at dinner, those slender fingers coming up to play on the back of your neck.

That was how it had all started.

Heejin was hard to figure out. One minute, she’d tell you that she loved you or she’d grab your hand and hold it in public, and then the next, she’d laugh and call you her best friend. You never knew what she was actually thinking. Sometimes, you wondered if she did it all on purpose. How could she really not know what she was doing? But she always gave you such a sweet, innocent smile, making you doubt yourself.

She was a sweet girl. There was no way she’d lead you on. Not on purpose.

Right?

At first, it had only been when the two of you were tipsy. After parties, or after nights out together. It was stumbling into one of your apartments, laughing and grasping at each other without a care in the world, smelling of alcohol. Those nights always ended with her lips on yours, her hands tangled in your hair, and her eyes hooded, staring into yours and driving you crazy.

When it was just drunken make-outs, you were fine. Sure, the smell of her lingered on your sheets and on your clothes and in your head, and sometimes you’d wake up with a vivid picture of the night before playing in your head, but it was fine. It meant nothing. There were no feelings involved, it was just fun. You could face her again and know that it didn’t matter.

Then she started to hold your hand.

At first, you hadn’t thought much about that either. Friends held hands all the time, right? It left you flustered and nervous, but she meant nothing by it. It was just friendly.

It was when she pulled you down to kiss you and she didn’t taste like alcohol but like coffee and pastries, that you knew you were screwed. You couldn’t keep the feelings bottled up inside anymore, not when she was showing you affection sober. And now it hurt, because you knew she’d pull away and seconds later call you her friend.

But you couldn’t say no.

“(Y/N), look, I got us matching phone charms!” She smiled as she spoke, holding up two cute little characters dangling from a string. “A token of our friendship!”

Because you couldn’t do anything else, you smiled and accepted the charm she handed to you, looking down at its little winking face. “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“Now everyone knows you’re mine,” she said, with a giggle and a wink, and your stomach twisted. You knew she didn’t mean it. “Aren’t they cute?”

“They are. Where did you get them?”

“This guy from my class took me to the aquarium.”

You raised your eyebrows. Felt your heart sink. “A date?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t say no.” She shrugged. “It was fun, but I think he knew at the end of it that I didn’t want him.”

“Oh.” So she’d gotten you a couple gift while out on a date with someone else. That didn’t settle well with you, but you said nothing. Because you knew you had no right to. Heejin wasn’t yours. She could go on dates if she wanted to. “Well, I’m glad you had fun.”

Heejin did this a lot. The amount of couple items she’d bought for the two of you was astounding. Your closet had plenty of matching sweaters and hoodies and shoes, and the two of you wore matching necklaces every day (at least, you were pretty sure she wore hers). But she acted like it was no big deal. This wasn’t the first time she’d bought matching items while on a date with someone else. It made you wonder if she was leading them on like she was with you.

“It would have been more fun if you were there.” She smiled as she spoke, reaching out to grab your hand, and you melted. You couldn’t be angry at her. Even if she always followed up that phrase with “because you’re my best friend!”

“I heard that Heejin went on a date the other day. Did the two of you break up?” Sooyoung was pretty and friendly, but the two of you weren’t close. You only knew her briefly, through your friend Jiwoo. So her question wasn’t that surprising. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as you looked at her over your lunch. Was this what she’d invited you out to talk about?

“We were never a couple to begin with.”

“Really? But the two of you are, like, always together! You’re wearing a couple necklace right now. And Jiwoo said-.”

Your head snapped up. “Jiwoo said what?”

“She said that you liked her. So I just figured that the two of you were dating.” Her eyes were wide as she peered at you. “You’re seriously not?”

Even people around you had noticed. It didn’t help that Jiwoo had always known about your feelings for Heejin. With a sigh, you rubbed your face. “We’re seriously not together.” It hurt a bit to say, but you choked it out. “We’re just friends, Sooyoung.”

“Oh.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but she didn’t, pursing her lips instead. Even so, you knew what she was thinking.

She was confused. And honestly, so were you.

Eventually, it all began to build up inside you. The feelings, the secrets, the lies. They all grew and grew until your chest and shoulders felt heavy. Heejin occupied your thoughts at all hours of the day, and no matter how you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was too much to handle. Too much to keep inside. Too much to keep quiet.

So one night, as the two of you sat on the couch, you let a little bit slip.

“Heejin, are we still just friends?”

She blinked, turning to look at you from where she was watching the movie, her eyes big. “Yes? What do you mean?”

Your heart shattered and you shook your head. “Nothing. It’s fine. I was just being silly.”

“Yes, you were. I’ll always be your friend.”

After that night, you found yourself avoiding Heejin, ignoring texts and calls and staying inside unless you had to go to work or to get groceries. You just couldn’t face seeing her again. Your heart hurt too much.

You knew it would probably hurt her. She was probably confused, wondering what she did wrong. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to pick up her calls or answer her questions. You were a coward, and you coped by ignoring the situation at hand.

After a few weeks of running and hiding, there was a knock at your door. And standing there when you opened it was Heejin. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, just staring at her. It felt like it had been forever since you last saw her. She had her dark hair up into a ponytail, and her eyes were red. Like she’d just been crying.

It was the first time you’d seen her where she didn’t look perfect.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” She crossed her arms. “I’m not leaving until you tell me why.”

A million things ran through your head, and you found you were still afraid. Afraid of getting your heart broken, and afraid of ruining the friendship that you had with her. But you stepped aside anyway, letting her inside with your head hanging low.

“I’m sorry.”

“I want to know why.”

You bit your lip. This was it. You had no where else to run, no more lies to tell. You had to tell her the truth. “I was scared,” you said truthfully, not looking at her as you spoke. “I’ve liked you for a long time, Heejin. More than just as a friend. And it all got too much to handle. So I ran away. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner but you always talked about how we were just friends. I couldn’t tell you.”

She was quiet for a moment. “You like me romantically? That’s why you ran away?”

“Yes.”

“You should have just told me. You dummy.” She let out a little half-sigh, half-sob, and you looked up to see her shaking her head. “I was so sure we were just friends because you never brought up anything. I kissed you and you acted like it was normal. I was so scared after that first kiss that you’d cut off our friendship, but you acted like nothing happened. So I just went along with it. I thought that you’d rather just be friends with benefits. I even tried to make you jealous but nothing worked so I thought you didn’t care about me that way!” She wiped at her eyes, and you panicked a little, grabbing the tissues and handing them to her.

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’m sorry, I was dumb, I didn’t realize-.”

“You were dumb.” She sniffled. “But I still liked you. And I still like you now, even though I’m mad at you for disappearing on me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, your shoulders drooping. Then what she’d said hit you. She still liked you. More than as a friend. She wasn’t going to break your heart.

“Do you understand now?”

“I do.” You nodded slowly. “We were really on different pages.”

“No kidding.” A little smile made its way onto her lips. “I’m so annoyed with you, but I can’t help wanting to kiss you.”

A flush made its way up your neck and cheeks, and you awkwardly cleared your throat. “Um, should we start over? Do this the right way?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean.... Heejin, will you be my girlfriend?”

The smile widened. “Yes (Y/N), I will be your girlfriend. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“Promise me that you’ll never run away from me again.”

You were still a coward. But she held out her pinky finger, eagerness in her eyes, and you committed. For her, you’d become strong. “Never again,” you promised, locking your finger with hers.

“Can I kiss you now?” Still smiling, she moved to hold your hand instead, grasping you tightly, like she was still a little bit afraid. But so were you, just the tiniest bit. So you held onto her in return and nodded your head, diving into the deep end with her.

Maybe it would take a little bit of time to talk things through, and to mend the broken relationship. But things were looking up. The two of you were together. And you were happy with that.

#loona #heejin #femifics #loona scenarios #heejin scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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borhapstyles · 5 years

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Home (Lucy Boynton x Reader)

Happy birthday to this beautiful woman. Lucy’s made all our lives better, and I couldn’t be more grateful. In honor of her birthday, I wrote this imagine for her that combined these headcanon requests that I got;

“Lucy... Like you're best friends and you come out to her as bi (or whatever you wanna write) and one thing leads to another and boom! cute couple !!” -anon

“Hi if you’re still taking requests for headcanons um please bless us with a Lucy proposal because I’m iN LOVE with that goddess and I just want to cry about it a little harder thank you I love you bye” -anon

“oooh! what about some headcanons for proposing to lucy?“ -anon

Warnings: Fluff, allusion to smut <3 Word Count: 4.2k **If you sent me a headcanon request, know that I’ll get to it soon! Thank you so so much for all of them by the way, I’ve never written so much in such a short period lol but you guys push me to do that and I couldn’t be happier. This was my first girl x girl imagine, so I hope it’s alright! I put a lot of love in this so enjoy xx

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Lucy. Lucy Boynton.

In your eyes, the most beautiful person in the world and of course, the one who’s stolen your heart. She lies beside you in a domestic state, hair partially tied up to keep wispy hairs out of her eyes. Her face is bare from any sort of make up as she never quite felt the need to be so jazzed up when she’s around you, she’s said it herself. She breathes peacefully as the film you chose unfolds on her TV.

You love her home. It’s little bits and pieces of herself that have come together to make Lucy’s flat. Little things you helped her pick out when choosing to decorate, other things you knew she had just thrown there in an effort to make things feel more like her own.

And you want to tell her, you so desperately want to scream out that you had grown these feelings for her that have nestled in between each nook and cranny of your heart, that you can’t bear a life without her and that she must know that you love her.

But something bites at you, the harsh reality that perhaps if you aren’t careful, if you aren’t sure, then you might lose Lucy all together.

With curious eyes, she turns to you. You feel a wave of nerves come about you as she gazes at you.

“Y/N?” Lucy’s sweet voice pokes at you. You gently swivel your head around, a small smile settling on your lips.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?” She chortles, lips parted as she blinks at you. “You seem ages away, love.”

Love. You know the terms of endearment are natural to her tongue, she would throw them on anyone she was close to. But your heart perks up just a bit because she always seemed to use them on you.

You examine her visage closely. With her pink lips and glittering eyes, lashes longer than life, you believed she held the whole world. The tendrils of her hair that do manage to fall on her face only make you chuckle, as you know in a minute she’d push them away with slight frustration.

Lucy is beautiful, both inside and out. The heart of a warrior with the soul of an angel. And she is all that seems to occupy your brain.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” is all you reply with, a sigh escape your body.

But Lucy knows you like the back of her hand and she doesn’t believe a word of it.

“No, really. What’s wrong? You’ve been distracted all day and I want to help if I can.”

For a moment you think perhaps today is the day. Now is the moment, it’s reaching out to you with stretched arms, hoping you’ll latch on and take it.

You know you’ll have to tread lightly on the situation. One big revelation at a time, in front of her.

The topic of sexuality was never one that quite came up simply because you both never felt the need to label or justify yourselves to each other. Everything came natural, everything was accepted. And you were always certain of yourself, until she came along and confirmed any lingering thoughts you had.

Lucy Boynton, coming in to steal your heart and confirm your bisexuality to the highest degree.

Who knew you’d get this far, really. With all the hours you spent with her shopping or running through her lines, all the times she gave you a long hug and stayed up late to chat with you about everything in between because she knew you needed it, despite her saying she just wanted to. It took a lot out of you to pretend you didn’t want to kiss her most of the time.

The lines always were a bit blurred anyways. You didn’t want to assume anything of anyone, and perhaps it was simply in her nature to be touchy, to be so outwardly friendly all the time.

Perhaps today is the day. You think again to yourself. Part of you is wondering why you’ve become so terrified at the thought. You knew that if there was anyone to entrust your feelings with, it was Lucy. Even if she didn’t feel the same way, she would still know how to let you down gently, and that seemed better than secretly hoping someday she’d come forward.

“I-I,” You stumble, anxiety reaching you as it all becomes much more real. There’s no turning back once you tell her.

“You know you can tell me anything.” Lucy whispers. She places a hand on your forearm, rubbing it ever so gently. “I don’t want to force anything out of you if you don’t want to but please don’t feel alone in whatever it is you want to say.”

You gulp, knowing if you don’t tell her now, you might never.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I’ve really only become certain of it recently, but...” You fix your eyes on the polish of her nails, the two rings she always wore and hope it isn’t the last time you’ll see them.

Lucy parts her lips, nervous about the news you’d present to her. You were her best friend and she would lose it at the notion of losing you.

“I’m bisexual, Lucy.” You want to say it firmly but part of you is afraid of your own voice.

You watch her carefully for a moment, flicking your eyes up to search hers for any truth.

A grin breaks out onto her lips and relief comes crashing down onto you. “You are?” She asks gently and you nod.

“Y/N, that’s amazing that you know, I’m so glad you’ve discovered more of yourself!” Lucy bubbles over enthusiastically. “H-How did you know, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I, uhm.” Oh shit. You think. Please don’t ask for details when I tell you this story, please don’t.

“Well there’s this girl, I found her lovely from the moment that I met her. And when I got to know her, I realised her personality was even more wonderful.” You utter, swallowing harshly in hopes that somehow, she might catch the hint.

Lucy tugs her arm away, hoping you won’t notice but you do. You suddenly feel all the nerves rushing back and hope it wasn’t a mistake to tell her.

Your voice is shaky as you speak but you don’t stumble as you talk from your heart. “She’s beautiful, the most beautiful person I know. And when I’m with her, I just know everything is going to be alright. She makes me so happy to be alive.”

“Oh wow,” She says. “you sound like you love her. Does she know?”

“No, she doesn’t. I’m not even sure if she likes girls in that way.”

“Well she sounds amazing.” She replies curtly, and you can’t help but follow a trace of jealousy that’s faint in her voice but it’s there.

“She is.” You say. “I’m not quite sure how to tell her though.”

Lucy’s eyes flicker away and to the wall, at the artwork you helped her buy. She was on the fence about it whilst at the gallery but you told her you loved it and she made the purchase soon after. She hasn’t told you yet but she’s so happy she bought it because it brings her comfort in times like this.

“Do I know her?”

“Yes, I’d say so.” You chuckle.

“Oh, well,” Lucy swallows before licking her lips. “I think anyway you decide to tell her, it’ll be perfect because you’re incredible Y/N and you deserve all the happiness. Really, she should be lucky to have your heart because-”

“Lucy.” You stop her, this time taking her arm. You inhale sharply, now or never.

"What?” She bites, the green-eyed monster now ferociously standing in front of you. She thinks she’s hiding it but well but she can’t in the face of you, she can’t hide much really. You gain courage now at the sight of her jealousy, knowing even if she doesn’t feel the same way, there was a large part of her that cared.

“It’s you, Lucy.”

Her jaw drops as her eyelashes bat feverishly. She lets out a short breath, almost like a gasp, but not quite.

“Me?” Lucy’s voice is high, the voice of disbelief. “You love me?”

“I do.” You almost laugh, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, I just needed to tell you.”

Your eyes are fixed on her as she bites her lip, blinking at the tea set out on the coffee table. You came by earlier with a box of her favorite as she told you she had run out.

“Lucy?” You prod at her. She opens her mouth for a moment before closing it.

In a split second, she lunges forward at you, pressing her soft lips against yours. Lucy kisses you fervently, as if she’s never quite kissed before but now that she has, it’s all she wants to do. Her supple lips move against yours, tongue peeking inside your mouth to explore.

After a few minutes, you both pull away. You can’t stop the grin that breaks out onto your face as she holds your head against hers, fingers stroking your hair lightly.

“I love you too.” Lucy utters, a laugh simmering out as the two of you realise you both loved each other but were just too scared to say it.

Following the confession is pure bliss.

You and Lucy adjusted to the couple life rather smoothly. As it turns out, all those moments when you wanted to kiss her, she wanted to you to do so as well. Her lingering embraces, her staying up to speak with you, all because she wanted to hear your voice. Lucy also wanted to be near you and she couldn’t go without you.

It was rather casual, when the two of you decided to go public. You were both strolling through the streets of London, her arm around you as you went from shop to shop. Photographs spread all around, but it wasn’t until you moved to kiss her that everyone was certain.

And the world was supportive, to say the least. They couldn’t get enough of you and Lucy together despite a few harsh critics. But you paid them no mind.

The Bo Rhap fandom was especially supportive as the people who were also LGBTQ members found it comforting to have such role models around.

The Bo Rhap gang themselves had called it apparently. They had a running bet going of when you two would finally get together, to which you both just laughed it off.

“I was getting tired of waiting.” Joe said to you both once afternoon at lunch. “We were just waiting for the day one of you guys would say it.”

“Was it really that obvious?” Lucy asked. A chorus of “yes’s” filled the room. You only tugged her closer and smiled.

And so began the domestic days and nights with Lucy. The days when you’d both wake up, perhaps make love, then head for breakfast downstairs if not to a trendy London cafe. You had moved into her flat just a couple months later, although you practically lived there with how much of your stuff was there just from being her best friend.

On the days you both had off, you would go exploring somewhere in the city. Concerts and shopping were even more fun now that you could hold her and she, you.

You loved every second with her, and she, you.

Most days, after dinner and perhaps before reading or throwing on a film, you and her would dance gently into the night.

With her record player, you’d pick out a vinyl and take her into your arms, swaying to the low music that played. Lucy would kiss your neck and tell you how lucky she is to have you.

Your ideal date, however, came one afternoon when Lucy strolled through to your shared bedroom, finding you on your laptop. She sat by the edge near your feet, laying a hand on your leg and smiling.

“Have you got any plans for tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, a gentle laugh coming out of you. “I mean, besides be with you? No, not really.”

“Well, I’ve got plans for us, so get dressed and we’ll head out, yeah?” She grinned like a child who had just received candy.

“Okay.” You giggled. “May I ask where we’re going?”

“Nope!” She popped, heading into the bathroom.

An hour later, you found yourself in Primrose Hill with Lucy, a picnic blanket set up along with a basket full of yours and her favorite snacks. The sky was an gradient pink and orange, just as the sun was saying goodbye for the day.

“This is perfect.” You sighed, leaning into her chest. Her legs were stretched out and tangled with yours, palms out to hold yourselves up.

“You like it here?” She inquired and you nodded. “I know how stressed you were about work so I thought I’d bring you here for a day, just to remind you to breathe and how beautiful things can still be, even when you feel like shit.”

You can’t help but bask in her beauty as she looks to you, ever radiant in the glow of the setting sun. You two were only together for six months, but considering your friendship, it’s felt like years. In a good way, however, because you fell more and more in love with Lucy each day.

Lucy’s cheeks grew crimson, still conscious of your eyes on her. You pushed a blonde curl out of her face and tuck it behind her ear.

Sweet gestures such as the one she prepared for you that day reminded you of just how much power she had over your heart. You couldn’t live without her, not that you’d ever want to. Now that Lucy was in your life, it’s never quite been the same, but it’s changed for the better.

And that’s when you knew you wanted her around forever.

One Year Later

“Luc?” Your voice pings through the flat after hearing keys rattle, followed by the front door opening.

“I’m home, love!” She calls out. You shuffle into the hallway, meeting her halfway to greet her with a kiss.

“Hi.” You whisper and she smiles. “Good day on set?”

“Yeah, for the most part.” Lucy sighs. The two of you stroll through to the kitchen, but not before she stops to greet your pet cat.

“What went wrong?” You frown at her words whilst reaching into the cupboard to pull out a bag of her favorite tea.

“It’s just,” She pauses. She takes a seat at the breakfast bar, resting her head into her palms. Your heart aches at the sight of her so upset. “I couldn’t get all my lines together for some reason, and I felt so embarrassed because I was in front of Emma fucking Thompson and I kept fucking up.”

You stride over and wrap your arms around her, pulling her in as you feel her break down. Lucy was always one to keep up a front in the face of everyone else but with you she could be anyone or anything she wanted to be. And right now she wanted to be sad, so you let her just for a bit.

“Lucy, baby,” You say gently. She holds onto you tighter, breathing in once more before glancing up at you.

“I don’t even know why I’m doing all this, I don’t even think people on that set like me as much.”

You shake your head. You weren’t going to allow her to feel any bit of regret or self-loathing, not as long as you were around to try and fix it.

“You are one of the most talented actresses I know, and I know a lot of them because you’ve introduced me to them.” You remark and she giggles, ever so softly. “And if there’s anything I know, it’s that acting’s what your meant to do, my love. I see you when you’re on set, when you’re on the screen and so do other people otherwise you wouldn’t have that role in the first place.”

Lucy sniffles as she takes in your words. She gulps, blinking at you sweetly with tears still pooling around her eyes.

“Not every cast and crew is going to be like the one on Bo Rhap but you know what? All of us are still here and we believe in you. I believe in you, Luc. And I just know that this one bad day is not going to mean anything when you’re up there willing your Oscar or Golden Globe for best supporting actress.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll get that far.” She retorts, causing both of you to laugh.

“I know you will.” You take her chin into your hand, rubbing the supple skin tenderly. “I love you, Lucy. So fucking much, and I know you’re capable of the most incredible things.”

Now crying, Lucy moves to kiss you, salty tears between both your lips as she does so. Though she’s not crying out of grief, but out of pure gratitude for you.

And that’s when she just knows she wants you around forever,

Six Months Later

Your two year anniversary with Lucy was one you both moved mountains around to make sure you had free.

This year, you were in charge of planning the anniversary as Lucy did your one year (and rather spectacularly at that.) She had flown the both of you out to the French Riviera for a week, where a lot of it was spent in each others arms, whether it be in bed or on the beach. It was a trip you could only dream of, and she made it come true.

Now, this year, Lucy could not unfortunately a week off due to her next project, but that wasn’t any bother to you when you planned the day out. Butterflies filled your stomach everytime you thought about it despite everyone’s reassurance that it was going to go fabulously.

But everyone gets nervous at the thought of a proposal, who wouldn’t, right?

You employed the help of Joe, along with another mutual friend you were both close with in order to pick the ring. The Bo Rhap boys were absolutely buzzing when you told them, Ben and Joe even shared a look once you said it.

“I know, I know. You both called it, right?” You rolled your eyes at them.

“Yeah, that’s what it was.” Rami said in a sarcastic voice. You chose to ignore the slight suspicion bubbling inside you and moved forward with your plans.

You planned the whole thing meticulously, as you wanted to be able to capture the moment but you also wanted Lucy to be surprised up until it happened. That’s when you asked Gwil and Allen, perhaps the more secretive of the bunch, to help film the whole thing so that you could look back on it later.

Which brings you to the present day, your actual anniversary. The morning began with lots of sex, of course, and if anyone were to walk by your home they’d truly think a porno was being filmed there. Lucy was fantastic in bed, by the way. Always willing to fill your needs and then some, but could also be very dominating if she wanted to. Just how you liked it.

Following the love-making was lunch, in which you both prepared each others’ favorites. An exchange of small gifts, where Lucy bought you concert tickets to your favorite band and a necklace. You smirked to yourself at the other jewellery that would hopefully be given that day. You gave her two photo albums, the first with pictures throughout your two years together, plus little captions for each one of them. The second one, however, was blank, and she looked at you with furrowed brows.

You only smiled and told her it was to fill with future adventures and memories together, following your two years. She only kissed you harder afterwards.

And now, with Lucy is still in the shower as you check on everything you’ve packed for the day, you eye on the ring inside your bag once more. You breathe out heavily, feeling the same level of anxiety as you did that first night when you confessed to her. However, it’s a different sort. The kind that is, please-spend-forever-with-me-i-might-die-if-you-say-no sort.

Once you’re both ready, you hop into the car and make your way throughout London. She squeezes your hand gently, excitement filling her at the thought. You had been rather secretive about the actual day’s events and she was curious, to say the least.

The day is filled with exploration, going through cute little neighborhoods of London that you perhaps haven’t seen, taking photos of each other and wandering into little book shops and record stores. Although this was something you could normally do, it filled Lucy with joy because it was her favorite thing to do and despite all the craziness she experiences with her fame, it grounded her, being normal with you.

Afterwards, once you notice the day is winding down, you take her back to the car and begin driving towards Primrose Hill.

A smile creeps onto Lucy’s face as she thinks back to that afternoon when she brought you there. She was a sucker for nostalgic things, and today was full of them.

You arrive and pull out the same picnic basket, Lucy now having a sense of what was to happen. She helps you set up and sighs contently once plopped down onto the blanket.

Lucy lies in your arms, humming a song ‘39 by Queen whilst toying with your fingers. It was the same song you two had danced around to last night in the living room.

“All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand...” She trails off and you take your hand into hers.

“Today was perfect.” She later says, accent heavy and you know she’s a bit worn out from the day. You hum softly, reaching over to pop some fruit into your mouth before feeding her one.

The sky, now a blend of pink and orange, reminds you so dearly of that afternoon Lucy took you out. Your palms begin to grow sweaty as you think to now ask her.

You wave your head around before making eye contact with Gwil and Allen, who managed to look inconspicuous as they nod at you, everything in place. If they weren’t careful enough, they’d end up looking like creeps trying to film you two and you giggle at the thought of someone calling them out for it.

“Lucy.” You utter firmly. She looks to you, eyes sparkling with delight. She never quite told you, but she adores hearing her name from your lips.

“I think I’ve told you this before but I don’t say it enough. Whenever I look at you, I’m home, really. And no matter what terrible things life throws at me, I can just think of you and how much you mean to me and I know it’s all going to be okay.”

Your hands are unsteady as you reach into your bag, hand still covering the box. Lucy’s eyes are welling up and she can already sense what’s going to happen but allows you to continue.

“And two years ago today, when you told me that you felt the same, I just knew I could never let you go, darling.” Your fingers shakily open the box, revealing a ring which causes Lucy to gasp.

“Will you marry me, Lucy?”

“Yes, yes, I will marry you!” She shouts happily. You slip the ring onto her finger before she ardently kisses you, claps from surrounding people dispersing all around.

Once pulled away, you glance at Gwil and Allen who throw you a “thumb’s up”, having caught the magical moment on camera. Lucy giggles at you whilst examining the ring.

“Oh my god, Y/N, this is perfect. It’s so beautiful, I love it so much.” She says before kissing you once more.

“You know,” She begins to laugh and you raise your brows at her. “I was actually going to propose to you and I was going to do it on your birthday next month.”

“No you weren’t.” You laugh, cheeks reddened at the thought.

“I was! I even told the boys and everything, I’m surprised they didn’t tell you once you told them.”

“So you have a ring for me then?” Lucy nods. “It’s back home, in the blue box on the top shelf, behind the other shoe boxes. I hid it away from everything.”

The two of you laugh harder at the thought, you were rather perfect for each other in every sense. You couldn’t quite believe your fate, as just two years ago and perhaps the day before, you were fighting with yourself at the thought of telling Lucy how you truly felt about her, and yet two years later you’re engaged to her.

“You’re the love of my life.” You whisper, taking her hands in yours. She grins, massaging the back of your hand but only for a moment.

Lucy then moves her hands, clasping them around your head as she strokes your head gently. She lays a chaste kiss on your lips before pressing her forehead to yours, just as she did the first night you confessed to her.

“And you are mine.”

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This is the first time I’ve ever written a girlxgirl thing, so I do hope you enjoyed it. I’m bisexual myself so this was actually rather liberating and I myself loved doing it. Know that I’m always here to talk about anything, sexuality, personal issues, whatever, I’m here. I won’t ever judge and I’m just full of love, I promise!

More Lucy things to come in the future, darlings. All my love xx

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ranger-of-estel · 7 years

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Okay but could you write about how Len comes back and gets all of his memories back? And his growing relationship with Sara? I'd appreciate it ☺️

Alright dear Anon, I apologize this took so long. This will be a multi-chapter story, so keep watching.

**Canon Divergent**~ Legion Len was brainwashed, not from the past~ Mick and the crew have a good relationship

Most ofthe crew has returned to their quarters or to do maintenance, allowing Mick andSara a moment alone with their unconscious friend. “I can’t believe he wasthere all along…and we missed it.” Sara’s hand moves to lay over whereLeonard’s rests on the bed.

Micknods, “But we got him back, and broke whatever brain games those LegionBastards were playing with him.” After another moment he motions toward thehall. “I’m going for a drink, you want somethin’?”

Sheshakes her head, “I’m good, thanks.” Once he leaves she sinks onto the stool nextto the medical chair. Reaching out to clasp his hand between hers, head dippingso her lips brush against warm knuckles. “Come on Crook, you can beat this.” Shehuffs, “Or so help me I will come back in there and drag you out.”

Herhead jerks up at gentle squeeze around the hand at his palm, eyes darting up asthe familiar drawl reaches her ears. “Nice pep talk Assassin.”

“Len!” she almost laughs in relief as icy eyesblink open to meet hers.

“Easy,”he winces, hand rising to shield his eyes. “You failed to mention the headacheI would have when it was over.”

“Gideon–” before she says more the ship dims the lights, his eyes relaxing from theirsquint.

“Alright,so –” Mick cuts off as he enters the room, nodding toward his reclining friend.“Good to have you back Boss.” He sets one of the three beers and a couple pillson the side table. “Will help your head.” Leonard nods gratefully, tossing thepills into his mouth and washing them down. Mick offers Sara a bottle, whichshe accepts with a small smile. “Figured you’d want to celebrate when he cameto.” He shrugs.

Thethree drink in a mostly comfortable silence, Len’s eyes closed but the way heshifts letting the other two know he is very much awake and aware of theirmovements. Finally Sara rises with a sigh. “I should let the others know youare awake.” His eyes crack open and she smiles at him, “It’s good to have youback.” She adds, then turns to the door before he can respond.

Mick settlesonto the now empty seat; Leonard looking over with a frown as he pressesslender fingers against his temples “So, how long until the drums stop?”

Thelarger man shrugs, “Don’t know. Always had minor adjustments done, never majorrewrite.”

“Whydidn’t you say they’d scrambled your thoughts?” he inquires, adjusting the seatso he’s sitting up.

“Didn’trealize what had been changed at first,” he shrugs, “By the time it wore off,there was no reason to say much.” He sighs, “And I was angry; at you, the team.Doubted brainwashing would warrant forgiveness for the things I did to you.”

“Iwas…” He pauses, searching for a word. “Surprised. that you would threatenLisa.”

Mickscoffs, “And me that you would partner with the Legion.” He smirks, “Even?”

Leonardnods, smirk tugging at his own lips. But before he can speak the door opens;Raymond bounding in. “You’re awake! We were worried and –“

“Haircut!”Mick snaps, quieting the younger man long enough for him to see Len’s grimaceat the volume.

“Right,sorry.” He whispers, face still split in a grin. “We’re glad your back!”

Ripwalks in next, looking between the other three. “Might I have a moment withMister Snart?” He looks at Mick, “Privately?”

After aquick glance to Leonard, who nods, Mick rises and grabs Ray by the shoulder.“Come on, I could use another beer.”

Oncethe door shuts Len crosses his arms across his chest, keen eyes settling on theother man. “Come to lecture me about my choices Captain?”

Ripsighs, moving to rest his hip against the counter. “No, and I’m not longercaptain. That mantel has moved to Sara.” Leonard raises a brow but the otherman continues. “I wanted to talk to you about recovery.” He motions betweenthem. “I was waking up in that chair not long ago.”

“Alright,”Leonard watches him, “I’m listening.”

“Theheadache will likely be gone by morning other physical discomfort dissipatingin a day or so. But,” He frowns, “Whatever you saw in there will remain, and itwill be a while before you can separate team members from their darkercounterparts.”

“Iassumed as much,” Leonard nods.

And youwill dream.” Rip frowns, “The memories of what you did with the Legion willcome back to you; sometimes triggered during the day, but mine returnedprimarily at night.”

“Noted,”Leonard carefully swings his legs around, reaching over to unhook the monitorfrom around his wrist.

“Andone last thing.” Rip glances back at the door. “Not everyone will accept whathas happened, and they will consider you responsible for your actions thesepast months.”

Henods, “Understandable,” he brushes shoulders with Rip as he walks toward thedoor. “But right now, I just want food and a hot shower.” The first is easyenough, and after a light meal he made his way back to his quarters.

Whenthe door opens he is greeted by a room different than what he remembers; thereis a book open on the bed, and framed pictures on his desk. But it’s the kniveshanging on the wall that tip him off to the change of resident. As if on cueSara’s familiar voice comes from the hall to his right, “There you are.” Shestops beside him, guilt flashing across her features ass he steps into the roomafter him. “When Amaya joined the team we were a room short. So I offered myquarters,” she shifts uneasily, motioning around. “But all your stuff is stillhere,”

“I canmove my things to Mick’s room.” He shrugs.

“No,”she waves her hand before her, “I assure you it will be much easier for me tobunk with Amaya. Less stolen trinkets to move.” She smiles, “Plus, I’ll be inthe study most of the night anyway. We’ve been chasing this group of timepirates and I need to pick up the trail.”

Hefrowns, “If you are sure.”

Shenods, “Positive.” She grabs a small bag from next to the door on her way out.“Goodnight Leonard.”

“Happyhunting,” he replies easily. Once she is gone he moves further into the room.True to her word he finds his clothes folded neatly on one side of the dresser,hers occupying the other. As he enters the bathroom he finds his shampoo sitsbeside hers in the shower, even his toothbrush has a place on the sink.

It’sstrange, but comforting, he thinks. Echoes of ‘me and you’ resurfacing fromwhat feels like a lifetime ago. He pushes the thought away, focusing on thewarm water as it eases the tension in his muscles, washes away the film of dirtand deceit that still clings to him. By the time he returns to the room hewants nothing more than to sleep. Unconsciousness taking him the moment hishead hits Sara’s pillow.

“And if I refuse to help?” Leonard asks,looking at the men before him.

The dark headed one tosses him aphoto, which he catches with ease. Lisa’s face stares back at him, bright andsmiling as she talks to someone outside the shot. “She’s a pretty girl.”

“It would be a shame if she waspart of an unfortunate accident.” The light haired one adds, some unspokendarkness coming through his bright eyes.

“Don’t you touch her,” Lensnarls,

Leonardjerks awake, forcing his breathing to slow and his voice to remain even.“Gideon.”

“YesMister Snart?” the AI replies.

“SearchLisa Snart, 2017.” He instructs.

“Thereare no results for that name, but,” The front page of Central City’s newspaperappears on his display, headline reading ‘GoldenGlider strikes again’ above a photo of several masked men, golden from theknees down. “I believe this may be of interest?”

“Thanks,”he half answers, eyes skimming the article. He notes that it is a piece writtenby Iris West, which explains the title. There are details about a series ofnarcotic dealers being found in allies, feet locked to the ground and theirscore encased in a gold like substance. “That’s my girl.” He almost smiles,pride coloring his voice as he waves the image away. Lisa is safe, thrivingeven, Darhk’s threat fading with his defeat. “What time is it?”

“Accordingto the crew’s preferred timezone, it is 3:45 AM.” Gideon replies.

Hedoubts anyone will be up for several hours, but he also knows there is not theoption of returning to sleep for him. So getting up he changes into a clean setof clothes, making his way almost silently to the galley. With a mug of cocoain hand he begins the walk back at a leisurely pace. Taking in the nearlyunchanged ship. He hears Sara laugh, and thoughtlessly follows the sound towardthe library. He stops short when he notices Rip seated across from her. Thepair talking over the paper clippings on the desktop, mugs in hand. There’s apang in his chest; he pushes it away, turning on his heal and returning to thehalls.

Eventuallyhe ends up back in his (Or is it Sara’s?) room. He notices the worn box ofcards laying on her desk, and soon has a game of solitaire laid before him onthe bed. He’s not sure how much time passes before his attention is drawn by aknock at the door. “Come in.”

Sara issmiling at him when it opens, and she looks at him curiously as she steps in.“Sleep okay?”

Henods, “Fine?”

He seesher eyes drop to the cards, an emotion he can’t quite read flashing across herfeatures, gone in the space of a breath. She begins moving toward the dresseronce more, “Just came for a fresh set of clothes.” She lifts a shirt foremphasis. “I’ll try and move my stuff to Amaya’s room later.” She adds.

Hewants to tell her not to worry about it, that he likes her things in the room.An anchor of sorts, reminding him that this is real and that maybe he hasanother chance. But instead he just shrugs, “It’s fine, not like the room iscrowded.”

Shenods, pausing at the door. “Oh, also wanted to let you know that everyone is inthe galley for breakfast.” She grins, “Ray is making pancakes!” He’s not surewhy that is so exciting; and it’s more curiosity than hunger that leads himthrough the halls after putting away the cards and grabbing his empty mug.

Raymondis standing in front of a griddle in an apron, a stack of pancakes on a plateto his right. Jax and the new guy are seated on the opposite side of the littleisland talking with him as he cooks. The rest of the team are sitting aroundone of the far tables in what appear to be mixed discussions.

“MorningBoss,” Mick nods toward him, Sara turning in her seat to motion him over to thetable.

“Snart!”Ray grins, stepping around the island to offer a plate of the fluffy breakfastfood. “Hungry?”

Hethinks about passing, but the scientist is looking at him with such excitementhe caves and accepts the plate. He walks over, taking the seat next to Mick andacross from Sara. She is talking to the other new member, Amaya, but pushes awarm cup of coffee across the table to him.

“MissJiwe,” Stein’s voice comes from the other side of Mick, “would you be so kindas to pass the strawberry syrup?”

“Ofcourse,” she smiles, grabbing the jar from where it rests by Sara and passingit to the other man. Leonard watches the team interacting around him, talkingand bantering in place of the bickering he remembers.

“SoBlondie,” Mick looks at Sara, “You figure out where our musician friend hasbeen?”

Shechuckles, “Maestro laid low when the Legion was active. But Rip and I thinkwe’ve located his next mark.”

“Whennow?” Nate calls from his place at the counter.

“90’s”She looks over her shoulder to him. “Museum in Egypt.”

“Museum?”Leonard’s attention shifts from the surprisingly good meal to fully lockingonto the Captain.

Herattention moves to him, “Yeah, a new exhibit is opening. A couple pieces lookoddly like future tech.”

“Targetis a former Time Master, calls himself The Maestro.” Mick notes, accenting thename with a movement of his hand.

“Wethink he’s stealing tech to bend events according to his will, and possiblythat of other surviving Time Masters, now that the wellspring is gone.” Raymondfollows up, then grins, “So we’ve been taking them first.”

Micknods his agreement, and Sara tilts her head shifting so her body leans towardhim. “What do you say Leonard, wanna help plan a heist?”

Hesmirks, mirroring her position across the table. “When do we start?”

“Assoon as you and Mick finish breakfast.” She pushes back from the table,glancing between them. “See you in the library.”

Leonardand Mick follow soon after, the larger man pausing long enough to give Raymonda slap on the back and place dishes in the sink. “Thanks for the meal Haircut.”Ray just beams in response, then moves to help Nate with washing and drying thedishes.

Whenthey reach the library Sara has several chairs pulled around the desk. Ahologram of the schematic projecting up from the screen. As they come closerthey see Sara typing up notes on one of the smaller data pads. “So,” She looksup at the pair, “The amulet we are looking for will be displayed here.” Shemotions to a section on the second floor.

“Security?”Len asks, looking over the blueprint.

“Mixed,”She replies, handing him the tablet with her notes, as well as diagrams of thesystems and shifts.

“Howlong do we have?” He looks back up to her.

“Aslong as you need,” she frowns. “But the sooner the better.” She glances betweenthe two, “You think you’ve got this covered?”

“Younot helpin’?” Mick’s brow furrows.

Sheshakes her head, “I’ll be back later, but I figure this is a good time to movemy stuff into Amaya’s room.” She makes her way toward the door, speaking overher shoulder. “Call if you need me.”

Aftershe’s left Leonard begins to flip through the information that’s been gathered,sitting in one of the vacant chairs. “This is well researched.”

“She’sa natural, works well on the field too.” Mick replies easily, “Think she likesthe thrill almost as much as you do.” He adds.

“Ialways suspected as much,” he returns his attention to the building layout.“Her training makes her well suited for it.” He glances over to his partner,“So who makes up the team?”

“Me,Sara and Haircut usually.” Mick replies.

“Raymond,really?” Leonard looks over skeptically.

Mickshrugs, “Fits in small spaces, surprisingly good with locks.”

Soonthe two have fallen back into old habits, working comfortably and in relativesilence. Leonard feels like himself again, some level of familiarity settlingin around him. “So? How do we look?” Sara’s voice draws him from the work. Shetosses Mick a beer, then slides one across the desk to him, setting a plate ofsmall sandwiches in the middle. “Courtesy of Amaya,” she adds, sitting in thechair across from him.

“Well,”Len drawls, sliding an outline to her as Mick reaches for food. “Going by whatMick has said, this is the best route.” He taps at a back exit, “I can walk youthrough overriding the alarm from here, and Raymond should be able to knock outthe cameras.”

Shefrowns, “Walk me through? Why aren’t you with us?”

“I willbe of more use to you here.” He points to a winding section of halls on thescreen. “I can’t guide you through this on the ground.” He motions to the otherman, “And Mick will pick up on any unseen threats.”

“It’sno use,” the larger man shrugs, “I already tried talking him out of it.”

Shehuffs, “Fine, walk me through the plan.” She listens attentively, waiting untilthe end to make some minor adjustments and offering a more detailed timeestimate for parts concerning herself and Ray. When they finally lock in thedetails she smiles at him. “I’ll do a briefing with the others later.” She putsthe bottles atop the empty plate. “We’ll make our move tomorrow.” She offersLen one last look as she rises to her feet. “Still room for you on the team ifyou change your mind.”

Heoffers a half smile, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Thebriefing is short, each team member nodding, the occasional question answeredor detail made clearer. Len watches with some surprise; what was once a rag-tagteam now showing unification. Once his portion is done, he ducks out. Going fora quick meal while the galley is still empty, and then retiring to his quartersfor the night.

Itfeels colder somehow; emptier with the extra space in the closet, gaps in thebookshelf, empty walls. Sara has spread his clothes to fill the dresserdrawers, though he’s pretty sure at least one sweater is missing. He shakes hishead, changing into night clothes and settling onto the bed. For a time hismind continues to work, analyzing details of the plan, formulating countermoves should something go wrong, until eventually sleep pulls him under oncemore.

Chap 2 (x)

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