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crypticminx · 3 months

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Dad!Jacob going to his first parent teacher conference!!!

Sooooo cute! Ty angel!! This is pure fluff :3

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Jacob’s little girl was an angel.

Actually, angel was quite the understatement for the four year old who was already such a little ball of wonder.

From the moment he first laid eyes on her when she was just a tiny infant, letting small wails out as she entered the world, he was in awe. Seeing her all nestled in his overbearing arms made her look so much smaller—so petite and full of innocence. As her big, brown eyes stared at him with curiosity, he knew she was special.

His loving girlfriend, y/n was an extordinary woman. She caught his attention off a whim, the two of them meeting on set for a shoot he was doing. She was his makeup arist and he just so happened to be the very lucky model who had the pleasure of getting his looks done by someone as beautiful as she was. After a successful shoot, the heart struck man figured he had nothing to lose and asked the girl, catching her off guard, to join him sometime for a coffee.

She compiled, of course.

One thing lead to other for the fast moving individuals and soon enough, after only dating for a short period of time, she fell pregnant. That happened to be the best day of his life hearing the news he would be a father.

Though the tabloids said otherwise. Making dumb—and extremely false—accusations. Actor Jacob elordi seems miserable going on a walk with unnamed woman or Jacob Elordi is next in line to be a dad after one night stand gone wrong, the absurdity of it all made the happy couple laugh. But that’s just show business.

As he’d reminisce of all the moments leading up to the birth of his first born daughter, he truly treasured the days of getting to endure all of her firsts. He’d never forget the moment he was away filming and got an unexpected facetime from y/n. excusing himself to answer it somewhere private, thinking something was wrong, he was stunned to hear his baby girl say her first words. However, he was also full of remorse for not being able to witness it in full physical form.

As time progressed faster than he would have preferred, she was still always going to be his little girl no matter what.

That’s why he felt joyous that tonight he got to attend her very first parent teacher conference.

She absolutely adored going to school. Upon hearing that she would be starting school, something her parents brought up to her in a very light manner, her mind raced with all the fun new possibilities it would bring her. She was already a natural achiever for such a young age. Every little outing they’d attend as a family, nothing crazy huge, she wasn’t the one to shy away or hide behind his legs. Instead, she’d run around introducing herself to the best of her abilities.

It wasn’t the little girl who cried on the first day of school, it was Jacob. He felt his eyes grow watery as he waved goodbye to her from a distance once she began walking in with all her new classmates. He hid his tears behind sunglasses, but broke down to y/n once they had privacy in the comfort of his suv. He was accustomed to having her at homes all times, especially when he’d take short breaks from acting.

The two of them going on walks with Layla or taking her to the park where she would scream with laughter as she’d beg him to push her higher on the swings; they did everything together.

So being able to hear about her progress in school was exciting to him. It made him feel extraordinarily proud.

Unfortunately, he’d have to attend alone.

His adoring y/n had just given birth to his second child, another beautiful girl, a few months ago. Having a fussy baby that was on a tight schedule was not something y/n was in the mood for bringing to an event that took place after hours. As much as it brought her sadness, she reassured Jacob that it would be best for her to stay home and watch his girls. He agreed and vowed to share every little detail when he got home.

He walked in his bedroom, smiling at the sight that was y/n all snuggled up on their bed, pouring herself into one of his books. Beside her was a handmade bassinet, comforting the sleeping newborn who was just put down for hopefully the rest of the night. His other little girl kept herself occupied in her playroom as she played with her Barbie’s in a new doll house Jacob gifted her.

“I think I’m gonna head out,” he whispered, leaning down to y/n as she gently placed her book on her lap. He gave her a swift kiss on her cheek, feeling her lips curve up into a smile.

“Have fun, my love,” y/n beamed at him as he slowly retracted himself from their embrace.

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When it was Jacob’s turn to be called in, he followed after his daughter’s teacher as she welcomed him in taking a seat with her at her large desk displayed in the centre of the room.

The classroom was inviting.

Pictures that the young students made for their parents were placed all over the wall. When his amused eyes found the one his daughter made, he felt himself grow full of sentiment.

“So, Mr. Elordi, You’re Ceres’ father,” her voice was soft, sounding fond of her pupil as she gathered her notes.

“Yes,” he cleared his throat. It wasn’t that he was nervous, but he forgot how these types of things played out. It had been ages since he was in grade school, it made him feel nostalgic in a strange way.

“Well, she’s a lovely student,” he felt a sigh of relief exit him, even though he already knew that was the truth. It felt good hearing his daughters teacher admit that to him.

“You know, I’ve never seen a girl as excited to be in school as yours,” she acknowledged to the proud father. “Most kids when they start off have a hard time adapting, struggling to get comfortable in a new atmosphere away from their parents.”

“Totally,” he agreed, his mind replaying back to his early moments of attending school, “my mum always told me I’d never want to leave her side when she’d drop me off. I guess it’s just hard for some kids.”

The teacher sheepishly laughed with him before she continued praising his little girl.

“I’m sure you and your partner are very thrilled to be blessed with an easygoing child.”

Jacob missed his girlfriend at the brief mention of her. He wished she could be by his side, hearing all the great things that had to be said about the very child they created. It was astonishing really. Something he couldn’t fathom to explain, but it brought him a great sense of joy and made him a little bit emotional.

“Well, we’ve just welcomed a new baby, so things at home have been a little hectic and all. Y/n wished she could’ve been here, but she sends her regards.” His face light up taking about his girlfriend, it was clear as day to anyone that he absolutely loved her.

“Oh, I know,” the teacher grinned, “Ceres talks about her baby sister to no end, it’s very sweet.”

At home, his angel was always trying to see what she could help her mother with. Though there wasn’t much for her to actually do, as taking care of a newborn was a very delicate task, she still included herself in everything. She loved to hold her baby sister with her frail arms and the heartwarming scene of it was y/n and Jacob’s favourite thing to gaze at.

He shook his head with a short chuckle, “yeah, that sounds about right.”

As their meeting continued, the teacher talked about how his daughter excelled at the criteria that was given to her, sounding like quite a smart student at such a young age. She displayed some of her work for him to take a peek at, even letting him take home one of the art projects she created. They discussed the further constructs that were going to be taught and what was expected, but Jacob had no fear. His daughter was intelligent, he gave that credit to y/n.

Before he knew it, the conference came to an end. There was so much to say about Ceres. However, there was a still a long line of other parents who patiently waited for their turn outside the classroom door. He gathered himself up, grabbing all the things he had the privilege of taking home, knowing he would display them forever.

“Mr. Elordi,” the teacher caught his attention, “you’ve got a good one on your hands.”

He nodded, feeling giddy and fuzzy with strings of heartfelt emotions. He was beyond proud getting to endure hearing nothing but the positive words that had to be said about his little girl, he felt silly for feeling nervous before.

For now, the only thing on his mind was sharing his excitement with y/n and spoiling his daughter.

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eihoons · 11 months

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enhypen as your ex but they want you back ✮

ex-bf!enhypen x reader , them wanting you back , fluff , angst (?) (note: not really sure abt this one but i just really love angst)

❝ heeseung ❞

Misses you day and night

Could NOT sleep without you beside him (as if you were his source of warmth and love especially him being in your arms or vice versa)

Really did try his best to forget you

Would always try and stop himself from viewing your social media accounts, your old conversations, and your old pictures together.

But, unfortunately (or the other way around), he failed.

He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to talk with you for the last time and so, he did.

Went to your house, and tried to talk it out as if it were a misunderstanding.

Would hold your hand and take a deep breath before talking about it.

"y/n, I know we already talked about it, but.. I'm sure this was just a misunderstanding. I have to admit, my life isn't it without you."

❝ jay ❞

Suddenly had a feeling he had to see you because he dreamt about you one night.

The dream about you was something he wouldn't dare forget because it somehow felt real to him.

Obviously knows where your daily activities are, so he attempted in meeting you one day at your nearby favorite cafe.

Would look all around the place for you.

As he spotted you, he did his best to calm down, waiting for you to approach him first.

Of course you saw him, but you, on the other hand, also waited for him to approach you first.

It definetly took quite a long time for Jay to wait, so he got up and walked towards you.

"Hi, y/n. Uh, I know we haven't really been talking to each other these days but I want to keep in touch. I do know you're trying to move on, but, as much as possible I still want to stay as your friend."

Would say he still wants to be your friend, but deep inside his heart he wanted to go and ask you out once again.

❝ jake ❞

You, Jake, and Layla have been under the same roof ever since you and Jake had been together.

But, of course, due to you and Jake's parting, you had to move out.

Jake noticed Layla looking down ever since she had noticed you were gone and didn't have any signs of you coming back.

If Layla was miserable, then so was him.

He loved Layla most, aside from you. So, he decided to meet up with you, bringing up Layla as an excuse.

As you both finally met again, awkwardness filled the air. On the other hand, Layla ran up to you, making you stumble a bit.

"I guess she misses you more than I do.. or maybe I do miss you more, y/n."

Would finally look into your eyes, although he is trying his best to prevent his tears from falling.

Would hold your hand and say,

"Please come back to us, y/n. You have no idea how much I miss your presence in our house. It feels so.. empty without you."

After thinking about it, he gave you such a tight yet comforting hug. This was something you surely missed.

❝ sunghoon ❞

Man cried the first whole week after you guys broke up

He knew he made a huge mistake thinking that he'd be better off without you.

Would be in his room for days, planning out how he would apologize or rather how he'd get you back in his arms.

An unexpected coincidence happened in your nearby convenience store. Your hands accidentally touching on the last stock of your favorite food.

He didn't really enjoy this type of food, but for you, he will. He would buy this often because some part of you still lives within him.

After meeting your eyes, he was lost in words. So, you started the conversation instead.

"Oh, Sunghoon, uhm.. hi?"

"H- Hey.. y/n."

"What brings you here buying.. this? I thought you didn't really like it."

"Ah, uhm, ah.. it reminded me of you. Your favorite food, right?"

Mentally slaps himself because this wasn't how things were supposed to go in his head.

After paying for the food at the counter, he finally composed himself and held your shoulder, making you face him, and said, "I miss you so much, y/n. I was such an idiot thinking I could live without you. It came up to the point where I couldn't even call my home my 'home' without you. I'm really sorry, y/n. Please come back."

❝ sunoo ❞

You and Sunoo had each other's back ever since. You were his best friend, his comfort person, and his human diary. He couldn't rant to anyone else but you.

Has always been reading your text conversations, but knew it wouldn't be the same since you have separated.

Was always so close to messaging you about his days, not until he accidentally sent you one.

"y/n i miss you so much that you dont have the slightest idea how i cry every night knowing you wouldnt be there to comfort me.. i just wish you were here wiping my tears and hugging me"

Knew he'd be doomed but didn't expect you to reply that fast.

You replied with, "sunoo, it's always been the same for me, if you're free lets meet up at the park tomorrow okay? i miss you too, see you"

Was in so much joy, jumping in his room and eventually thanked himself for sending that message.

As you two had met, he thought to himself that you were still as beautiful as ever.

"y/nnie—"

Got cut off once you ran to him, hugging his torso.

Would caress your head slowly, combing your hair with his fingers.

"I love you, y/n. I always will."

❝ jungwon ❞

Thought he wasn't a good boyfriend for you since he knew he didn't give you much time and love. But it wasn't like that for you, you completely understood him.

Realized that it was somehow a mistake of his to break up with you since he wasn't feeling himself ever since you were gone.

Tears up every time he thinks about you because he misses you so much :(

Eventually promised himself he'd be better to you, so he wanted to meet you once again.

Prepared a whole speech just to prove you that he would treat you better this time.

Brought you your favorite food along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"y/n, I know you won't probably accept this but.. I really need you in my life. You've been my motivation and my reason to keep going on everyday. Without you i- it's just.. plain and empty. y/n, please forgive me and I'll treat you a hundred times better, I'm really sorry, y/n."

You saying yes meant the world to him, he was way more than happy.

And when he said he'd treat you a hundred times better, he really meant it.

❝ ni-ki ❞

Was a childhood friend of yours, so, your parents basically knew each other.

Then, you guys somehow started dating but ended up parting because of frequent arguments.

He had so much regrets with not treating you right because he thought it'd be easy finding someone else for him. But it wasn't, you were THE only one for him :)

A family dinner was held at their place after a long time of not seeing each other. (Their family inviting yours)

A perfect opportunity it was for Ni-ki since he missed playing his favorite games with you.

His heart flipped seeing you in such a beautiful dress— No, he thought, you always looked good in anything.

Ni-ki then invited you to his room after eating, but an awkward silence had only been formed.

You were caught off-guard when he suddenly pulled you into a hug, a very familiar one. This was your Ni-ki

So, you didn't have any choice but to hug back.

You then heard him sniffing, assuming he had been crying.

"You have no idea how much I've been longing for this, y/n. Can you please just come home to me? What else is the point of playing all these games without you?"

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writeforfandoms · 9 months

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Howlin’ For You - epilogue

Find the CoD masterlist

Well, I know people wanted more of these two. And after a conversation with a shameless enabler, this is what I came up with! I hope you all enjoy.

Warnings: Swearing, talk of marriage/mating, talk of children, shifter social norms, shifter behavior

Word count: 2k

You shifted your weight in the seat yet again. “You’re sure they won’t mind?” you asked quietly, unable to keep the anxiety at bay.

“Love, they’re right thrilled to meet ye,” Soap murmured, squeezing the hand held captive between both of his. He was a long line of warmth against your side in the chilly train, pressed up against you from knee to shoulder.

You blew out a breath, noisy but short, venting a bit of your nerves. “Right. Okay.”

He nuzzled your cheek softly, squeezing your hand again. “Ye’ll have fun,” he murmured, a soft promise in his tone. “And if ye donnae, we’ll go. Aye?”

“Right.” You did relax a little at the reminder.

“Never done a meet the family?” The words were gently teasing, even as he tried to tug you closer. You swatted his thigh, because you’d already refused to sit in his lap. Twice. This trip.

“Never.” You bit your lip, wrinkling your nose. “Especially not with, y’know, the rest of the stuff.”

“Stuff.” Soap huffed a little laugh. “Funny way of puttin’ it, love.”

“Oh hush.” You warmed, tucking your head down against his shoulder.

“They’re all excited,” he murmured. “Might get a few rude sniffs, though.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed quietly, relaxing into him. Which, of course, was his goal all along.

“Promise, love,” he murmured. “Won’t be a problem.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath. You’d just have to trust him for now.

You two got off the train, Soap herding you through the station easily and out to the pickup area. A woman waved at the two of you, dark hair shining in the sunlight, an easy smile on her face.

“‘Bout time,” she called as Soap herded you to her car, taking your bag to put in the back. “How was the trip?”

“Uneventful,” Soap said with a shrug.

"You must be his mate." She smiled at you. "I'm Layla."

You gave her your name, a little shy.

"Ah ken, Johnny willnae shuddup 'bout ye." She flashed a bright grin at you.

You warmed and quickly got into the car. Soap settled next to you, ignoring Layla's snickering.

"She's one o' my big sisters," Soap told you. "Got two more."

"Big family," you murmured.

"Aye." He smiled at you. "Jeannie already has two bairns o' her own."

You nodded, leaning a little into his side, unable to entirely quell your anxiety. Soap hummed softly, twining his fingers with yours.

"Mum has everyone for dinner tonight," Layla said as she drove.

"How many people is everyone?" You were almost afraid to ask.

"No more'n twelve. Ach, no, fourteen, forgot the two littles."

"Oh." You blinked. That… was a lot of people.

"Ye'll be fine," Soap whispered to you. "Promised, aye?"

"Right." You breathed in deep, trying to relax.

Layla chattered the rest of the drive, and you understood most of it. But she used some words you didn't know. Not that you said anything - you got the gist of it. Mostly, she and Soap caught up.

Which worked great for you.

Layla parked the cat outside a big house, and you swallowed.

"C'mon, love." Soap patted your hand before he got out.

One last deep breath and you got out too. The house was lovely, the grounds green and lush.

And then there were four pups crowding around you, yipping and sniffing and (in one case) nipping. You squeaked, a little overwhelmed.

"Behave!" Layla called, heading up to the house. The one that nipped you looked apologetic.

"Uh, that's okay?" You patted the top of that one's head.

All four pups crowded you again, little tails going a mile a minute. They all had that same wolf-husky look that you were used to from Soap, though they varied in color. Two were red and white, much like Soap, while one was mostly gray and the last was black and white.

And all of them still had floofy puppy fur.

"I… oh my god you're all cute," you muttered, looking down at the pups. "Is it okay if I pet you?"

One of the pups immediately flopped over on his back for belly rubs. Which you obliged. Except you only had two hands and there were four pups. It took all of a minute for them to gang up on you and knock you flat on your back on the grass.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, and the pups all scrambled off you. You sat up, pretty sure you looked disheveled now.

"Ah, Mum wants t' see ye." Soap appeared to offer you a hand up, hauling you to your feet easily. His strength didn't surprise you anymore.

He walked you up to the house and around back to a set of chairs and a table. His mum was very clearly his mum, her hair salted but still thick and dark, the same glint of humor in her eyes that you saw in Soap's.

"Be welcome in our home," she said, soft and melodious.

"Thank you." You sat when she waved to the chair across from her.

"So, ye caught Johnny's eye." She gave you a quick once-over.

"Seems that way." You smiled a little, nervous.

"Good. He's a handful, but he's a good man." Her smile was soft and proud.

"He is," you agreed. "Even though he did spring the whole shifter thing on me."

His mum laughed. "Aye, he told us."

"I suppose there was no good way to do it," you admitted. "And at least Captain Price was pretty nice about the whole thing."

"Was he? Good. Ah'd hate t' haveta have 'nother talk with him."

"Another?" Your eyebrows shot up.

"Oh aye." Her smile twinkled with mischievous glee.

"Tell me more?" You leaned forward, intrigued.

"Johnny, be a dear an' go help yer da."

Soap huffed but pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head. And left you alone with his mum.

Who proceeded to tell you all about the time she yelled at Captain John Price and then informed him that the 141 had all been unofficially adopted. You kind of wished you'd been able to see that.

At some point you were ushered inside and seated between Soap's mum and Soap. All three of his sisters were there, along with the five children between them - the four pups you'd sort of met, and one baby. His da was a quiet man that was quick to smile.

It was the best kind of overwhelming, honestly.

Until his sister Jeannie asked, "So when are ye having yer first?"

You coughed as your drink attempted to go down the wrong way. Soap thumped your back, shooting his sister a look.

"We, um, haven't talked about it," you said, gaze flitting between the lot of them.

"Tha's a surprise." Maggie, the third sister, had both eyebrows raised as she looked between you two.

"Maggie," Soap warned, eyes narrowed.

"Just askin'," Maggie said, still looking between you and Soap.

"No need ta growl," Jeannie added.

You blinked and Soap actually did growl. And that was all it took for chaos to descend, the entire table weighing in with their opinion. It quickly became completely unintelligible, accents getting thicker and more completely unrecognizable words getting thrown in.

You quickly gave up on trying to translate anything and just sat there, shoulders a little hunched, watching it all with wide eyes.

His da caught your eye and jerked his head, standing quietly. You followed suit. Nobody even batted an eye, all caught in the argument.

Outside was much quieter, and his da sat in one of the chairs and patted another for you.

"Are ye happy? With my boy?"

"I am." You smiled, a little abashed. "I never expected any of this, and it was definitely a shock at first. But I'm happy."

"That's all that matters." He smiled at you, warm and gentle. "Dinnae fuss 'bout the rest."

"Okay." You relaxed.

There was a shout from inside and then a chorus of puppy barks. His da sighed.

"Is it always like this?" You couldn't help but ask, grinning.

"Och aye. Mated to a hellion, I am." But he looked pleased with himself.

You couldn't help but laugh, just a little. It was actually pretty peaceful out here with just the two of you.

Except then he stood, motioning you to wait. You blinked and watched him walk off to the side. But when he started to strip, you immediately looked away. You knew it wasn't a big deal, not to them, but you couldn't get over the ingrained feeling that you needed to look away.

A big wolf padded over to you, darker brown with a tan underside. He was even bigger than Soap. He sat in front of you and rested his chin on your knee.

"More comfortable that way?" You asked, curious. He huffed softly. "Can I…?" You held out one hand, waiting for him to tip his head in permission. Then you stroked the top of his head softly. "You really don't mind I'm not like you?"

He looked up at you and very deliberately shook his head. You smiled.

"Thank you." You relaxed into your chair, absently stroking the top of his head, listening to the furor inside slowly calm.

"Love?" Soap poked his head out the door and huffed. "There ye are."

"Mmhm." You smiled at him. "Nice and quiet out here. A bit chilly."

That was all it took to have Soap draping himself over the back of your chair to be your personal space heater. His da huffed with doggie laughter.

"Alright, love?" Soap nuzzled the crook of your neck.

"Mmhm." You tipped your head a bit. "Long as nobody else asks about stuff we haven't discussed yet."

The sudden, absolute silence from behind you was damning. You sighed.

"Okay. What else came up?"

"Dinnae matter." Soap tightened his grip on you.

"Hey." You poked his arm. "C'mon. Tell me so I'm prepared."

Soap sighed. "They're wonderin' when we're gettin' mated. Properly."

"Hm." You paused for a moment until his da budged your hand, then continued stroking his fur. "Can we put them off until we've talked about it?"

His da chuffed at you, soft but encouraging. Behind you, Soap chuckled.

"That's a yes," he translated. "He likes ye."

"What can I say? I'm charming." You tipped your head to grin at him.

"Ye charmed me," he agreed.

"I picked you up on the side of the road."

"Charmed me with food."

You laughed, leaning back into him. "Best decision I ever made."

"Ye are right smart." He kissed your cheek. "Ye ready to go to bed?"

You shrugged a little, careful not to disturb him. "In a few minutes. This is pretty nice."

Soap hummed softly, nuzzling the crook of your neck again.

"Full moon is in two nights?"

"Aye. We'll all go." He paused. "Unless ye want–"

"Absolutely not. You're going hunting with your family, sweetheart. I'll read."

His da chuffed again, tail wagging slowly. Soap made a startled noise, and his da chuffed again. You knew you were missing that conversation, but you didn't feel left out. It was hard to feel anything bad when you were so securely between the two, both of them radiating warmth and comfort.

"Da says he'll keep ye company, if ye like."

"That's your choice," you told the wolf, stroking along one velvety ear. "I certainly won't say no, but I don't want to deprive you of the hunt."

His da huffed again and tipped his head into your hand. You didn't need a translation for that. You just smiled.

Maybe his family wasn't so terrifying after all.

#howlin' for you #shifter au #soap x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #f!reader

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sea-lanterns · 10 months

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i feel like dehya and beidou would team up on you sometimes and beidou would be pounding you with a strap while dehya shoves her fingers into your mouth having a viberating anal plug in your ass

or maybe miko and lisa two hot women flirty and smart but mikos manipulative right so she’d probably manipulate you into something like sex on accident (she didnt mean it!!) and then lisa would walk in and probably pull mikos fox ear away from your pussy and she’ll probably punish you for being so gullible

then oo layla and ganyu both sleepyheads who want pleasure, ganyu and you would probably scisscor due to laylas weak stamina and layla will probably be on ganyus face only reciving a reward till you say so <3

-🦊

that layla and ganyu pairing has me drooling 🦊 anon. you don’t understand how much i love rarepair threesomes, especially with characters that are never seen together but work really well when you think about it.

also, this thirst is pretty long just because i got so carried away

nsfw under the cut—————————

dehya and beidou are two of the strongest women in the game. so of course a threesome with them can only end in one thing: manhandling. oh, it doesn’t matter how tall or big you may be, these two women will toss you around between them like a rag doll and take turns fucking a huge silicone cock into you. the strap is definitely something beidou brought to the table, but dehya brings her fair share of pleasantries too. she’s the one who brought the vibrator after all…

beidou has you bouncing on her cock with large hands gripping your hips upright, while dehya is currently mumbling sweet praises into your ear as she presses the vibrator against your clit. one of her fingers is circling the entrance where you and beidou were connected, and scooping up the leaking cum like it was a delicacy not meant to be wasted. “look, you got ‘em creaming all over you…” dehya chuckles lightly, “your time is up by the way, let me fuck ‘er brains out…”

beidou grunts as you’re pulled off her cock by dehya’s strong grip. her arms pulling you towards her lap and manhandling you like a toy between the kids who don’t want to share. “you ruined her orgasm you know…” beidou scoffs, a smirk growing on her face, “you better fuck twice as good as me…”

“I am twice as good…” dehya shoots back playfully, hands spreading your thighs apart before rubbing your folds together with two giant fingers. “watch.”

and then dehya proceeded to plunge two rough fingers into your already dripping hole. the sudden penetration making you gasp in pleasure before falling forward and landing on beidou’s muscular front. “tsk tsk, seems they’re just aching to crawl back to me…” beidou laughs, gripping your hair and moving your head down to meet eye level with her cock. “clean it off, pretty. you’re the one who soiled it…”

before you could even move, dehya’s strong arms wrap around your waist and smush you closer to beidou while she fingers your cunt roughly. effectively sandwiching you between them as you could feel every movement and flex of their sheen muscle.

“go on pretty, suck the captain’s cock off…” dehya chuckles, before helping move your lips down to wrap around beidou’s strap. both women’s arms holding you up securely as if you were nothing but a little rag doll to be tossed around and played with.

miko and lisa are two of the most seductive and flirty women in teyvat and you bet they use this to their advantage. they could turn you into a sex-drunk mess in a matter of minutes and it’s something they’re both equally proud of as your partners.

miko is usually the orchestrator of your sessions. all she has to do is whisper a few dirty things in your ear and— oh! you’re already dripping, how cute! the guuji is flattered her words make you wet already and she can’t contain herself as she has you pushed down on the flat of her desk and tongue already pushed inside you. “mmf…what a naughty pet…” she can’t help but purr, trying to smush her face deeper into your folds as she just can’t get enough of you.

meanwhile, lisa is watching all of this go down from the doorway with a smile. she’s so amused (and turned on) at the sight of her two precious babies having sex right in the open just for her. “both of you are naughty pets…” lisa chuckles as she walks in, gloved hand running down miko’s scalp and yanking her away from her pussy. the guuji’s face all covered in cum and saliva as she pants and drools to keep going inside you.

“lisa…” an annoyed expression overcomes the frustrated kitsune. “let me go.”

“hush, pet.” lisa says gently, although her eyes say otherwise. “it isn’t nice to leave your other partner out of the fun now is it?”

miko let’s out a surprised yelp as lisa yanks her back further and takes her place between your legs, “your punishment is to watch, miko and you…” lisa smirks up at you before slowly sliding her tongue up your cunt, a shiver running down your spine.

“yours is to just take it all.”

layla and ganyu are two of the most sleepiest and subbiest women you’ve ever had the dream of dating. they’re both so soft and needy and when you’re not around they try their best to get each other off but it’s not the same :(

you oftentimes find yourself coming home to see the two of them desperately trying to rut and scissor against each other but it’s no use. layla’s soft and tired whines as she’s on the verge of falling asleep. meanwhile ganyu is trying to take the lead but unable to because she also is quite tired.

the moment they spot you they both whine at the same time and ganyu plops over in exhaustion on top of layla. both of their chests rising and falling in sync as they both await their desperate release from you. “you’re back, finally…” ganyu pants, raising an arm towards you. “please help…we need you…”

and so there you were, ganyu eagerly riding on your fingers while cute little layla sat so sleepily on top of your face. the two women so close to passing out but so close to cumming that they are practically gripping onto you like their life depended on it.

“nngh…more…more…” layla mumbles brokenly, hands tangled in your hair as your tongue pushes forward into her soft little hole. her needy little whines making you so turned on as you couldn’t help but let your fingers twitch inside your other girlfriend as well.

ganyu gasps and clings onto your arm with a death grip while bouncing her hips to the set rhythm. both of your girls were just so edged on and sensitive that all it took was a few minutes with you and you both had them creaming all over your body. sleepy little moans emitting from them before they both fell over and laid beside you.

ganyu on your right with layla on your left…

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mknightgrant · 2 years

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Silence

Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader, implied Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly

Word count: 5.1K. Buckle up, folks.

Warning(s): Insecurities and heavy angst. I cried while thinking of the concept, and I’m hoping this does my idea justice. Set after the finale, so there are spoilers!

A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing a fic and posting it, so please be gentle! This piece is purely based on research and the events of the series. I am not a system, nor do I know anyone who is a system. If any part of this piece offends anyone, please let me know. No offense is intended.

This is also not completely beta-read, so the mistakes are on me.

Summary: You should’ve stopped asking questions.

Taglist: @s-v-e-l-t-e, @caroldanvours

Everyone had warned you about the rose-tinted glasses. Your friends, your family, hell, and even your old college professors used to tell stories about how love could be either the best or worst thing that you could ever experience. It was a risk to put your heart entirely into the hands of a stranger, giving them the liberty to do whatever they wanted to it. Love it, cradle it, protect it, sure—but also poke it, stab it, and break it to the point of no return.

But with Steven Grant? It was a risk you were definitely willing to take.

You had been friends with him for five months and had been dating for at least eight before he disappeared without a trace. You were confused, to say the least. In the year or so that you have known him, you never would have expected him to disappear and cut all ties with you. But still, you waited. You waited with the hope that maybe he’d come back home to you.

However, when Steven did return, he was conflicted. He honestly believed that you wouldn’t wait for him, especially since there was no effort on his part to try and contact you after his sudden disappearance. Nonetheless, he felt that he at least owed you an explanation, and his heart squeezed in his chest when you didn’t leave when he told you about everything.

He explained it from the start, his sleeping disorder, how he tried staying up because he had hyper-realistic dreams that scared the hell out of him. You already knew of this early on in the relationship, but then he continued the story, telling you about Marc, about Khonshu, and everything that had happened to him from the day he got fired from the museum to the day he came back home to you. You've noticed that he seemed happier now, probably because he understood why he had been losing days of his life, and he’s come to accept and love his alter despite everything.

But there was also another reason, wasn’t there?

Maybe it was your fault. You shouldn’t have asked too many questions. You should’ve just taken what he told you, accepted the anecdotes, and moved forward. You should’ve just been happy that he was here and safe. But you just had to ask, right?

“Who’s Layla?” Your innocent question stopped him dead in the middle of his sentence as the grin he donned slowly faded into a tight-lipped smile. One he had hoped would be a little more reassuring than nervous, and maybe, if he hadn’t taken so long to reply, you wouldn’t have been suspicious.

“A friend of Marc’s.” His reply was short and simple. “I… She was the one who came over that day, remember? When you dropped off that book you borrowed from me? Before I… Before I disappeared?”

Oh. Of course, you remember Layla–well, her physical attributes, at least. To say that she was gorgeous was an understatement. She was breathtaking, ethereal, and a goddess at the least. However, you hadn’t heard whatever they were talking about when you knocked on the apartment door that day because they stopped talking before Steven opened the door, enough for him to peek out at you.

Steven’s heart raced as he studied your reaction to his reply, trying to gauge whether or not you heard his and Layla’s conversation. Surely you hadn’t, right? You had no idea about the scarab before he told you about it when he had returned. So that would mean that you probably hadn’t heard the conversation, and you hadn’t seen the way he looked at her the way he once looked at you. You wouldn’t have waited this long for him if you had, right?

He hadn’t meant to fall for her, but he couldn’t help himself, could he? The second his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist when she drove a little faster towards his apartment, and he was hit with “I’m still your wife,” things changed. His mouth moved on its own accord that day as Layla handed him the divorce papers he–technically, Marc–had sent.

“I would never divorce you.”

Then everything came crashing down after that. Marc had warned him against showing Layla the scarab, but she got around to it anyway, so it was too late. Steven had begged for her help, trying to explain the whole situation, and the entire thing merely confused Layla even more.

“You really don't remember why we've been looking for this? Our adventures. Or our life together?”

“Oh, God, I wish I could.”

You had come knocking on the door only a few minutes later, a smile on your face as you held up his newer copy of Marceline Desbordes-Valmore’s book of poetry. “Steven! Hi! I finally got around to reading this, but I have to say that I don’t exactly ge-”

Your words were abruptly cut off when Steven dragged you into the apartment, shutting the door behind you. None of you were quite sure why he had done that, but now that he’s thinking about it, maybe Marc had been the reason for it all.

You hadn’t had enough time to properly introduce yourself to Layla, and likewise, because the moment your eyes lay upon her, you froze. Who was she?

The following events flew by too quickly for you to properly grasp at the time. The police knocking on the door, Steven gently urging you to hide, the police making accusations against him, then just silence.

By the time you believed that the coast was clear, they were gone. The police were gone. The woman was gone. Steven was gone. You had tried going around the area, searching through the different police stations for him, and you had even gone back to the museum to ask if they had changed their mind and were pressing charges. Sadly, nothing. He wasn’t at any of the police stations, nor did the museum change their minds. So you did the only thing you could do at the time. You waited.

You texted him, called him, and left voicemails for him. Hell, you even resorted to emailing him a couple of times, just to see if your messages would reach him. All your efforts were unanswered, and you truly had no idea of his whereabouts until he came back home to you.

Sure, you’d seen the news about the happenings in Cairo, but never in a million years would you have thought that your boyfriend was the one donning the white suit.

“Oh!” A smile graced your lips, having merely associated the name with the pretty girl who once stood in the apartment. “I remember her! She helped you guys out? That’s amazing!”

You were completely unaware that Steven left out an important detail: that Layla was his alter’s wife. In the short period that he had been gone and away from you, he had kissed her and had fallen in love with her too.

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Days passed, and you had been invited to the apartment numerous times throughout the week, but you weren’t complaining. You missed Steven, quite frankly, you also wanted to know more about Marc. You had encountered him a couple times when he had been fronting, but your interactions never lasted too long. Steven was usually requested for control whenever you were around, but you were aware of his alter since Steven had explained that they recently learned how to become co-conscious. That didn’t mean that they knew every waking life of the other, but at least the blackouts and memory gaps have lessened considerably.

On random occasions, Steven would continue to tell you stories about what had taken place in Cairo. Some stories were repeats of what he had told you in previous days, while others were memories he had just remembered and wanted to tell you. Sometimes, he’d tell you his thoughts about the event or other questions he had, only to piece the answer together halfway through asking you.

It was the simple moments like these that made you happy, really. To have Steven beside you on the bed, rambling about anything that came to his mind. You didn’t mind when he would tell you a story he had already told you, and you definitely didn’t mind when he would go into the technicalities of the event.

Though, there was one thing you noticed to have become a recurring topic: Layla. He would bring her up unconsciously, really, or at least, that’s what you would want to believe. But as the days passed, her name frequented his lips more often, and it felt different. It was almost as if he asked you about her daily, bringing her up as if she was the only waking thought he had. If it weren’t for the accent, you would have honestly thought Marc was fronting. She was his friend first, right?

“Do you think she’s okay? I-I mean, Marc and I were Khonshu‘s avatar, and he was just downright manipulative.” He turned his head to glance at you, “Taweret… Taweret, on the other hand… we met in that afterlife I told you about, yeah? She seemed nice. Helped us escape the Duat and all that, but… I just can't help but wonder, you know? Do you think Taweret is treating her right?” His question remained unanswered as he turned his gaze back up to the ceiling of his apartment, his fingers intertwined and resting on the soft flesh of his stomach.

You were lying on your side as you looked at him, heart clenching in your chest as you studied the way his eyes shone under the moonlight. It took you a couple of seconds before you were able to bring yourself to nod slowly, swallowing the lump that you hadn’t noticed formed in your throat.

“I’m sure she’s doing alright, Steven. She does sound pretty badass, yeah? She’s saved you and Marc quite a lot, hasn’t she?” Your voice was small as you replied to him, a wave of insecurity wafting over you as things began clicking together in your brain.

“Yeah? Yeah. She did save us when she freed Khonshu! I swear, though, you should’ve seen her in her armor, love! She looked amazing. I don’t even think I was able to greet her properly, really. Could you believe that? Marc and I were conversing about it the other day, right? And…”

You toned out his words as you continued to observe the way his mouth moved, how his lips flicked up to a gentle smile as he talked about her, and how he continued to ramble on and on about her. Utterly oblivious to your thoughts, more so to your feelings. You’ve seen this kind of look before.

To be fair, you had been thinking about it for a while. You tried convincing yourself that she had just become a close friend that he began to care about. That he was just concerned about her well-being since she had agreed to become an avatar of an Egyptian goddess, and he nor Marc didn’t exactly have the best time as Khonshu’s avatar. However, the more you studied his words and actions, things became clearer and clearer. It wasn’t until a gentle call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts, causing your eyes to lock with Steven’s worried ones.

“You… Are you in love, Steven?” You dared to ask, causing silence to fill the room once again. A silence that lasted a couple moments as Steven furrowed his brows, and his hesitation in giving you an answer was already an answer itself.

The more he talked about her, the more you were able to analyze his reactions and facial expressions and damn yourself for having seen that look in the past. Damn yourself for recognizing it.

You’ve seen it in the way your father looked at your mother. You saw it in the way your best friend’s spouse looked at them on their wedding day. You recognized it because it was the same look he used to have when he would talk about you.

“What?” He asked, confusion filling his expressions as he shifted on the bed to bring all of his attention to you. “Of course, I’m in love, sweetheart. I’m in love with you.”

Normally, his expression of love would have you all shy and red in the cheeks, but that wasn’t the case this time. “It’s just…” you frowned, bringing your attention to the ceiling. Roles had been reversed at this point, with you on your back and Steven on his side, facing you. “I’ve seen this look of yours before, you know? It’s the look of a man who’s fallen in love…” your voice trailed off at the end, pursing your lips as you tried to get your emotions in check. The can of worms has been opened, right? There isn’t much of a way back from it now. “It’s the look you used to have for me.”

Steven frowned as well. “Used to have? Darling, I don’t know what you’re going on about?”

You chose to ignore his comment, another question leaving your lips before you could even process the thought.

“Who is she to you, Steven? Who is Layla to you?” There was a slight shake in your tone, “You.. You said she’s a friend of Marc, yeah? But who is she to you?”

His eyes softened at the question, pursing his lips in response. If he were to be honest with you, he didn’t know who she was to him at this point. Was he attracted to her? Had he actually fallen in love with her in that quick of a timeframe?

Steven had always prided himself in the fact that he didn’t fall in love too quickly. Sure, he had casual crushes from the museum and friend crushes around the town, but this was different–Layla was different.

His brain often short-circuited when he was around her, and he just couldn’t help but admire everything about her. Maybe it was their shared interest in hieroglyphics and astronomy, or maybe it was something about her beauty in general, or maybe something about her intelligence and the way she was always there. She understood him, and she fought for him too. However, there was one thing he was sure of–she was Marc’s wife, not just a friend like he made it out to be.

But deep down inside him, he knew that he had fallen for her. He technically did confirm it back in one of those tents in Cairo, didn’t he? When Marc interrogated him about being in love with his wife? He hadn’t verbally answered the question, but his actions were enough for Marc to know that he had. The kiss he shared with Layla was also enough for him to know that he had.

Steven’s lack of response broke your heart, to say the least. The lack of a verbal response already served as the answer you hoped you wouldn’t have to receive from him.

The silence between you two didn’t last as long as you thought it would, having a sigh leave his lips as he brought his arm over his eyes.

“I-I don’t know.”

His words brought your attention to him once more, seeing his body tense up as he gulped. You should have played it off and moved on by this point, right? But you couldn’t. Not when his body language told you more than enough. You sensed the truth in his statement; you’d give him that. But at the same time, you also felt the conflict that was arising within him, and you knew that was because of you.

It definitely did not help your thoughts when he sniffled. Perhaps you were missing the bigger picture? Fuck. Maybe you overreacted? Had you offended him?

“Shit. Wait, lovie–I’m sorry. We can drop it, yeah?” You offered, sitting up abruptly and moving closer to him so you could lift his arm from his face, your heart breaking at the sight of tears rimming at the corners of his eyes. “I just… You were gone for so long and since you came back, you’d always just bring her up and I was just curious.”

Steven sat up as well, and your hand moved to cup his cheek, causing him to lean in against your touch. “That’s all. But I believe you, okay, lovie? I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry..”

The thing is, you and Steven barely got into misunderstandings, and on the rare occasion that you did, whoever was in the wrong would apologize with a kiss. So that’s exactly what you intended to do. You moved closer and leaned in to press your lips to his, only for him to pull his head back slightly in hesitation–another event you weren’t prepared for.

Swallowing back a sob, his eyes bore into your saddened ones. Guilt overcame his features almost immediately at the sight. You at least deserved the truth, right?

“I… She isn’t… She isn’t just Marc’s friend.” He whispered, bringing his hand to cup your own when he felt your touch falter slightly.

You felt as if you already knew where this conversation was headed, based solely on how he was basically tiptoeing around you, but you desperately wished you were wrong. “I… Is there something else you’d like me to know, Steven?”

“Layla… She’s Marc’s wife, darling.”

Nothing could have prepared you for that. You would have at least thought that she was Marc’s girlfriend or something along those lines, but you never would have thought that the alter of the man you were dating was married.

“She’s…” your voice trailed off as your hand slowly dropped from his cheek, causing him to move quickly to take your hands back in his. “He… You knew about this? When did she tell you? Or when did Marc tell you?”

“She told me the day that we met… Marc wanted to get a divorce because Khonshu wanted to have her as his next avatar, but Marc never signed the papers.” He quickly explained, tilting his head slightly so he could meet your eyes when you shifted your attention to your hands in his. “She tried giving me the papers that day but I couldn’t sign them–”

That sentence alone made your eyes shoot up, locking with his. “You couldn’t sign them?” you breathed, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to grasp the information that was being handed to you. Shaking your head as your heart pounded against your chest, you continued, “You… You knew that she was Marc’s wife from the first day, yet you lied to me?”

He looked down at your hands, which he still held in his, as a response, his thumb moving in circles in an attempt to soothe you, as if it would do much.

You honestly did not have the energy to be mad at him. Technically speaking, he hadn’t done anything wrong either. Your relationship did not have a title, and while you were definitely past the ‘I love you’ stage, he wasn’t your boyfriend. Based on your knowledge, you don’t have high hopes that he will ever be either.

“You should have just told me. Hell, even just… not saying anything as a response would have sufficed as an answer.” Was all you could bring yourself to say after a couple moments of not saying anything to one another. Your words were leaving your mouth slowly as if articulating every single word you were about to say. “Lying… Lying isn’t better than silence, Steven. I-I would have understood… I mean, it was coming, wasn’t it?”

His head shot up at that, and his gaze met with yours once more. “Wha-”

It was your turn to cut him off. “Do you love her, Steven?” You asked once more, a small smile gracing your lips. If he hadn’t known you as well as he did, he would’ve been convinced that you were okay, but he knew better than that.

You were convinced that you would be met with another round of silence, but you were mistaken.

“I-I think I do…?” He mumbled softly, gritting his teeth as he shook his head. You weren’t quite sure what his head shake was in response to, but you couldn’t exactly bring yourself to even process the action. “I don’t know, I can’t–You’re my first love, darling, I swear–”

His words turned into incoherent mumbles as he desperately tried to find the words to explain himself. To explain his feelings in a way that would hurt you in the least brutal way possible, but no matter how he chooses to explain it, his words are bound to hurt.

“I may be your first, but that’s all I’ll ever be, yeah?” Your voice was almost as soft as a whisper as you gave his hands a gentle squeeze. “And it doesn’t matter though, does it, Steven? It doesn’t matter if I'm your first, I-I’ll never be your last. I’ll never be your only.” Maybe you were rambling at this point, but everything was crashing down around you. The man you had been waiting on, the relationship you were clinging on to, and everything you have come to love was slipping through your fingers so quickly. To make things worse, your acceptance of it all merely serves as the catalyst to the inevitable end.

“I’m never going to make you choose, lovie… You know that, right?” A tear found its way down your cheek as you brought his hand to your lips to give it a gentle, lingering kiss. “It’s okay, Steven.”

He felt unworthy of you, to say the least. You deserved so much more than a man who leaves without a trace and whose loyalty did not fully reside with you. The memory of the kiss he shared with Layla plagues his mind, and the confession burns in his throat as he wonders if it's even worth it to tell you–to break your heart more than he already has.

“I’ve always considered myself lucky to have you, you know? It just… our whole relationship felt so good. Too good, actually.” You smiled sadly, tears brimming the corners of your eyes as you forced yourself to look at the man you love. The one you allowed yourself to fall for so recklessly with the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would love you back, even if just half as much as you did him. “She made–no, she makes you happy, doesn’t she? She kept you safe and fought for you. She saved you, and I just…”

Steven’s eyes shut tightly at your words, shaking his head rapidly as he desperately tried to think of the words to say to you. “It wasn’t on you, darling… Please don’t blame yourself for this.”

His response was typical, but you couldn’t blame him. “I don’t blame anyone for this, Steven, okay?” Your tone was free from any malice or bitterness, but the sadness that laced your words was still quite evident. “I could never hate anyone who makes you feel safe and happy, you know that. The only thing I ever wanted was for you to be happy, Steven, and if she makes you happier than I ever could, then….”

“No.” The fact that you couldn’t even bring yourself to finish that sentence broke him. His head continued to shake as if to convince himself that this isn’t happening to him, that you weren’t actually considering leaving him. He is well aware that you deserve better, but could anyone blame him for being selfish? After everything he’s been through? And after everyone he’s lost? “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?”

Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek once more, your thumb gently grazing his skin as your eyes drink up the sight of him. Memorizing him. Every single bump and wrinkle. Every single self-acclaimed imperfection, in Steven's opinion. Every single thing that made him Steven and made you love him even more. “I love you, Steven Grant. I love every single bit of you, and I hope you never forget that.”

Your insecurities were getting the best of you. How could they not? The woman he had fallen for was here in the room with you that fateful day and had followed him somehow. Helped him. Protected him. She had everything you didn’t–bravery, strength, the brain, the beauty. And to top it all off? She had him, whether she was aware of that fact or not, she had won Steven’s heart, probably the same way she had won Marc’s. How could you ever compete with that?

You laid a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. He was too engrossed in his thoughts to realize that you stood up, collecting the things that you had brought over for the day. He’s brought back to his senses when he hears you sniffle, and he genuinely wishes he could just take you back in his arms and make you forget that he hurt you. But he doesn’t deserve that, does he?

Instead, he chooses to repeat his question as he gets off the bed and walks over to you. “Why do you sound like you’re saying goodbye?” He asks once more, dejection and defeat clouding his senses. His hands move to wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him in a tight hug, not wanting to let you go. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but at the same time, he still doesn’t want to lose you.

You hadn’t made him choose between you and Layla because you made that choice for him, and you were letting him go. But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to lose you, and at the same time, he didn’t want to lose Layla.

Your arms wrapped around him, holding him like a lifeline-your lifeline. A slow nod from you caused his grip on your figure to tighten as he felt your movement, a new wave of tears accompanying the gesture. “Could you do something for me, Steven?”

There were so many questions taking over your thoughts at the moment:

Why couldn’t you be good enough? How were you going to move on? Why were you stupid enough to think that this would last forever? When did he fall out of love with you?

Instead, you chose something else. A question that hurt him more than it hurt you. “Tell me more about her. Just so I know that I’m leaving you with someone who could love you as much as I could.”

His grip tightened even more at your request. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you more about her, even if he had talked about her too many times in the past couple of days. He couldn’t do it because he knew that this was your way of seeing how you could have been better for him, where you lacked in your relationship. But the thing is, you never lacked in any aspect–you were perfect, and he doesn’t deserve you.

A shake of his head was the only response he could give you, causing you to sigh as you gently pulled away from his grasp. It didn’t work though, since his arms were still firmly planted around your waist, but you were pulled apart enough for you to see his face.

Cupping his cheek once more, you leaned your forehead against his. “Kiss me? Just… Just one last time, Steven. Please.”

And he did. He pressed his lips against yours in a kiss that would be engraved in your memory forever. A kiss that captured feelings of love, regret, selfishness, and sorrow. A kiss that would be the last of the memories you would share with him in thirteen months you had known each other. A kiss that would ultimately be your last with the man you have grown to love despite the hardships and heartbreak that came with being with him. You never would’ve thought that you and Steven would have your last kiss like this.

“How lucky am I to have someone that makes saying goodbye so hard?” You forced out a laugh, tears streaming down your cheeks as you rested your forehead against his once more. A sad smile graced your lips as your thumb gently wipes away the tears that have made it down his own cheeks. “I love you, and I'm just really grateful that I had you. Even if just for that couple of months that I did.”

Steven’s eyes drank you up the same way you had earlier, memorizing your features and everything about you. He just hates how the last memory he would have of you would be like this–with your heart broken because of him.

“Is it selfish if I ask you to stay?” He asked, his voice softer than it usually was when he was with you. And for fucks sake, you almost do, but you can’t.

“Oh, God, I wish I could.”

The line jogs his memory, causing his eyes to clench shut. His tears were freely streaming down his face at this point, and he knew he looked like a mess, but he didn’t care.

“You were good to me, Steven Grant. Thank you.” You couldn’t find the words to say as you pressed your lips against his nose once more. “Thank you, lovie. For letting me love you the way I did.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.” A broken sob wrecks his lips as tries to convince you to stay, but he knew there was nothing he could do to make that happen. “I-I can’t lose you. Please. You promised.” It was selfish for him to pull this card on you, but believe it or not, he does love you. “You promised…”

Nonetheless, you nod slowly. If he doesn’t want to hear the goodbye, he doesn’t have to. But it doesn’t mean that this wasn’t the last time you would see him. He knows this.

“I’ll see you later then, yeah? When we meet again?”

He was shaking uncontrollably now, but he had to let you go the same way you were letting him go. Had roles been reversed, he would’ve done the same for you.

All he could muster was a nod as he forced himself to release you from his hold. He honestly hated how things went south so quickly, but he was to blame for that, wasn’t he?

He has to let you go.

“Laters, gators.”

A gentle kiss on the back of his hand, and a squeeze of reassurance were the last things he remembered before the door of his apartment shut behind you.

Steven was left in the same way you were when he had disappeared that night.

In silence.

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hulhudhonado · 11 months

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The Moment They Fell For You (3)

Synopsis: Short stories about the moment in time that the character fell in love with reader. Continuation of Sumeru characters.

CW: Mentions of being hurt

HC: Reader is gender neutral and does not have a vision. Reader is a doctor (Tighnari) and a Trader/Merchant (Candace)

Characters: Tighnari, Candace

Note: I already started with Sumeru characters, I might as well finish them all before I go to the next region. After this there will only be two more post for the Sumeru characters which will hopefully have Wanderer, Layla, Kaveh and Faruzan. Also this one was not my proudest work. Hopefully I will either re-write this or make better stories for these two, they deserve the world. Spoilers for the story in Tighnari's section. Anyway, enjoy.

Tighnari

Tighnari was known for being self-sufficient. He made his elixirs and medicine for not only others but for himself as well. At this point everyone was certain that he could have easily got the title of a doctor if he pursued it, however, as humble of a person he was, he refused to be a forest ranger stationed at Gandharva Ville. Which leads to you now, feeling useless.

You, unlike him, actually had the title of a doctor. You were also stationed at Gandharva Ville alongside the team. However, at this point, almost everyone tended to go to him for help rather than you. You still got your pay but was it worth it if it meant you would have to always be second to him? It was humiliating, to say the least.

You tried to not let it get to you. You were a doctor, it was your job to attend to those when they needed it and you knew even if they didn’t like you, you couldn’t refuse service unless deemed otherwise. So anytime someone had shown displeasure of having you treat them rather than the saint of the forest rangers, you just suck it up and try your best. You wouldn’t say your abilities were lacking either, especially since you were trained to do this for almost years. Tighnari praised your abilities constantly. However, Tighnari himself had such a great reputation, a couple of good words couldn’t replace the original.

Even if the group never acknowledged you as the official doctor, in the written agreements you were considered to be one, therefore you always had to be near at least one active team at all times. This usually meant you were patrolling with Tighnari. He made sure you kept your distance, which meant it was usually you trailing behind him, watching him be cool and in action while you sat on a log counting how many boar shrooms go past you during that time.

Tighnari also being so perfect at taking care of himself, even if he was hurt he already had the tonics made to heal himself after battles, rendering you once again useless to the team. The last straw was when he decided that he wanted to try random mushrooms around the Sumeru forest, against your better judgment, and somehow managed to live through it without your assistance. At this point you decided that maybe you were not needed in this team, beginning to write your official request to change teams.

Only mid-way through writing your letter, you were taken to Pardis Dhyai for another request. It seemed one of the scholars, Haypasia was infected with a maddening disease and now had to be taken care of specially. You sighed, shoving the half-written letter into your pocket to follow Tighnari to the location.

_ _ _

When you met her you were certain she must have caught a horrible disease. She kept going on and on about contacting the divine being and you couldn’t wrap your head around the rest of the nonsense she kept spewing out. To keep both you and Tighnari’s minds at ease, you conjured a sleeping tonic to rest her mind.

“Efficient as always. Hopefully, she will calm down after she wakes up.” Tighnari praised you. You let out a light laugh, a sudden guilt in your chest. He never said anything bad about your work, it felt wrong leaving just because others couldn’t see your effort. However, he was the source of why you were having such an issue so you weren’t sure what to do about it.

Sudden noises began to be heard outside. You watch Tighnari, his ears up and alert, watching the door attentively. “Keep away from the main entrance, I need to get rid of some unwanted guests, “ He said on his way out. You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

It was now just you and an unconscious Haypasia in the building. You sat at the edge of the bench she lay on, pulling out the letter once more. You began to finish off your letter.

“Dear Grand Sage,

It has come to my attention that the forest patrol at Gandharva Ville is sufficient enough with staff that they do not need my services in the area. Therefore I would like to transfer to a patrol station in another area that may require my services.

If evaluation or proof is needed, I will be happily willing to provide a date and time for it.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Best Regards,-”

Just as you were about to sign off your letter, you heard Haypasia stir in her sleep, mumbles of panic in her voice. You immediately stood up, dropping the letter in your hand. Either she was suffering ailments from the disease or the medicine, either way, you needed to get her a soothing medication as soon as possible.

You looked around for your medical bags only to realize that Tighnari must have taken them with him to meet his “guests.” You bite your lip, hesitantly looking for anything you could do.

“I’ll try to come back as soon as possible, stay strong.” You whisper to Haypasia, before running out of the room to find supplies. You hoped nothing wrong would happen during that time.

_ _ _

You were only gone for a couple of minutes at most however the minute you returned the only view your eyes laid on was now a stable Haypasia and an injured Tighnari. He sat on a mechanical crab, wincing horribly. You decided now wasn’t the time to question the crab, and immediately rushed to him.

“Are you alright?! What happened?!” You yell out. For once he wasn’t preparing something to cure his pain, which meant it must have been something severe or incurable. He let out a slight chuckle, trying not to cringe from the pain.

“Our guests just gave me a present. Not a pleasant one but they insisted I have it.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood. Being rewarded with a harsh glare from you, he sighed. “I was struck by lightning.”

Your jaw dropped, and so did the medical supplies in your hands. “WHAT?!” You yelled once more. You could feel tears form in your eyes. He looked at you worriedly, trying to extend an arm towards you, only to be stopped by the pain worsening. “Don’t you dare try to comfort me when you’re the one like this!” You reply with a sharp tone which made the ears on his head flick down, almost like a sad little cat who was being scolded.

You looked at the crab. “Put him down on the bench please.” You command. To both you and Tighnari’s surprise, it followed your orders, gently guiding him towards the nearest empty bench.

“Hey, you're supposed to follow my commands,” Tighnari mumbled. You rolled your eyes before sitting down next to him, motioning to your lap. “Put your head down, you need rest. The bench is rough so you can lay your head on my lap instead.” Tighnari looked at your lap and back to you.

“Now.” He slowly laid down on your lap, trying not to cause more damage to his wounds.

“There is no treatment for being struck by lightning from what I learned, however, if you rest enough you can use your vision to counter any elemental energy inside you.” You wipe any tears from your eyes before they got worse. “I’m sorry I can’t help you, like always.” You mumble, gently pushing his hair out of his face, petting his head.

Tighnari on the other hand couldn’t rest, he wasn’t even sure the words you spoke were registering in his mind. Your hand felt like heaven especially when his body was in such pain. All he could was stare at you as you tried your best not to cry. He didn’t expect you to react this badly when he got hurt. Especially since you had seen him get hurt before.

You glared at him once more, placing your hand over his eyes to cover it up. “Go to sleep, you idiot.” No matter how hard his heart was beating, he still somehow managed to slowly go to sleep. The feeling of your hands stroking his head was still faintly in his mind.

_ _ _

It was no surprise Tighnari recovered perfectly fine. Vision users had a special talent to heal at a faster rate than normal individuals. However, one aspect of Tighnari had changed and that was the fact whenever he got injured or hurt he asked for your help. This included minor injuries.

You weren’t sure what triggered this change but it made things a lot easier for you knowing that you were still needed by the camp. His sudden change also meant the team was also opening up to be treated by you. You almost forgot that you had even tried to write a letter to switch patrol areas.

Tighnari didn’t forget though. The day he was injured he caught a glimpse of the letter peaking through the bushes from where you had dropped it. He saw you carry it around multiple times so he had assumed it was important, keeping it with him until he got better. He didn’t mean to peak, you just had not closed it up at the time.

He disapproved of the contents of the letter and definitely didn't want you to follow through with what was written, especially since something clicked in his subconscious mind that day he got hurt. So he had been holding on to it without even thinking of handing it back.

He liked being efficient and getting things done on his own accord, but if being treated by you meant you would stay longer by his side, he was willing to play sick all day. He just hoped you wouldn’t catch on until he could confess.

Candance

Candace rarely stepped foot outside of her village. It was the world she only knew to say the least. Looking after the village as a guardian since the mere age of 8 meant she wasn’t one to travel outside often. She was almost certain she had not stepped out of Sumeru at any point in her life.

Yet you were quite the opposite. The minute you were old enough to travel you already headed your way to Liyue, far from her reach. How was she going to protect you if you left? She wasn’t sure and it made her nervous. Every day you were gone she wondered whether you would ever come back. She had no way of knowing.

You always did come back. A bag full of various items from all over the world. You started to make a living from it, trading items from region to region. It suited your free-spirited nature. You didn’t only bring items for trading of course. You brought gifts for the village, this of course included Candace.

_ _ _

Candace made her rounds around the village It was a typical work day for her. Then she heard the jingle of bells and the footsteps of sumpter beasts coming nearby. Immediately she headed towards the entrance. Of course, it was you, with your bag full of trinkets and your body covered in bandages.

Candace stopped in her tracks. Bandages. You didn’t dress up like that. She watched as you limped towards her, a grimace on your face that only made her eyes grow wide. She ran up to you, holding you up for support while you tried to catch your breath. “Ha, tough trip this time.” You try to joke. Candace was having none of that.

She immediately picked you up bridal style, to which you could only respond with a yelp. Leaving your supplies and sumpter beasts in the sand, she ran to her house. She should have convinced you to never leave the village. Look at the state you ended up in. This could have all been prevented if you stayed by her side in the village where she could take care of you.

She ignored you as you kept telling her you were fine. All she could think was how stupid she was to agree to let you go over and over again. She dropped you on the bed, rushing towards her dresser to get more bandages and medicine.

“You don’t need to bandage me again, I did an ok job!” You whine, showing off your bandages to her. Candace sighed, returning with the medical equipment. “Oh please, when was the last time you replaced them? I bet you wore the same wraps the entire trip.” You pouted, flopping onto the bed in defeat.

“Sit up, I need to change them.” You face away from her, arms crossed. “You think of me as a baby. I’m a grown-ass adult!” You mumble, refusing to look her way. Candace was certain she was going to sigh away all the life in her body having to deal with you. “Well someone needs to protect you. Look at you. Every time you come back you’re worse than before, covered head to toe in scars and blood! It’s almost like you have a death wish.”

You finally peak over your shoulder. You looked at Candace, who continued to have a pained expression on her face. You could see her shake. Frustration? Sadness? It didn’t matter because she was not enjoying it.

“Why do you have to leave me here and run away? Do you want to die? The minute I look away you’re always gone off to someplace else and I can’t go with you. How am I supposed to protect you when you keep leaving? One day you’re going to end up dead and I won’t even know what happened to you.”

You sat up, hand digging into your pocket. “Candace.”

“I’m so tired of this, you have always been so reckless. Did you forget this was your home? Did you find something so incredible out there that you forget? Why do I bother at this point, it’s not like you care.”

Candace wasn’t sure what was coming out of her mouth at this moment. She was always so rational and careful with her words. She would never say things like this, always keep such thoughts to herself. You somehow managed to make it all spill out. “Candace..” You say once more, pulling out a box from your pocket. You stood up now, facing her.

“What now? You’re going to leave again? Did you come here to stop by before going off on your next journey? Where to? Fontaine? Mondstadt? Hell, I heard Inazuma opened up recently, you can go there and leave me alone again.”

You grabbed the supplies out of her hand, tossing them on the bed. You reached out and grabbed one of her hands. “I got you a gift.” You placed the box in her hand. She looked at you, unphased. You gave her the softest smile you could, helping her open the box to see the contents inside.

“It’s earrings. It’s a pretty rare stone, it’s blue when you look at it, but when you put it up to the light it reflects a yellow tint. It reminded me of your eyes.” You say you enclose the box in her hand. You reached for her other hand and grasped them ever so.

“Candace,” You smiled as she looked at you, almost dazed. “Even if I ever end up with all my bones broken, I am certain I will always end up finding my way towards you. I have seen almost every crevice of Teyvat, and I would still end up in Aaru Village by your side.”

You grip her hands tighter, your eyes not leaving her even for a second. A small gentle smile on your face made her heat up. Had you always looked so mature? When did you become so different? You were pouting like a child a minute ago. She always thought you were careless, always lost in your world of adventures. But here you were, looking at her as if she was the world to you.

You finally break the staring match, looking down at her hands. “Look at you, worried about my scars when you’re as bad.” You loosen your grip, now circling the scars and calluses on her hand. It felt electrifying.

You let her hands go and she felt cold, your touch made her feel too complete and it confused her. You looked at her once more, she watched the way your eyes were shining. She could only feel how amazing it felt, how wonderful it was that you looked at her in such a light. “Don’t worry about me. You already have a village to take care of, that’s already a big responsibility. Let me help you instead.”

Standing up, you began to make your way towards the door, only stopping near the entrance to turn back to her. “Now come outside, I got gifts for everyone and sumpter beasts to feed.” with that, you began to make your way out the door.

But, Candace couldn’t stand up. Her usual strength drained. Her legs felt like jelly and she could feel her heartbeat still unsteady. She felt cold but when she raised a hand to her cheek she could still feel the heat.

She looked down at the earrings in her palms. All your gifts were usually kept in her cupboard. You always gifted her such precious items, too valuable considering how she works. However this time, she wore them, taking off her old ones and placing what you had given on. She stood up using the bed as support and hobbled towards the mirror on the dressing table. The earrings shined just as you had told her, blue with a tint of yellow.

She hoped you kept your promise to protect Aaru village with her. She also planned on making sure you take responsibility for what you had done to her that day.

#tighnari x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #candace x reader #candace x gender neutral reader #genshin angst

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reivrze · 1 year

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hihi <3 what abt the boys crushing on someone (hc for all of them!!)

a/n : this was honestly really fun to write and think about. i think all the boys have this boy-ish vibes to them and i just know they'd all be whipped around someone they like

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

ー heeseung would act as if he's already dating his crush. he'd get possessive whenever other people hit on them, he'd address himself as "__'s boyfriend" whenever people asked who he was to them. he'd talk about them like he's been married to them forever. he's the type to send them messages like "when are we getting married?" or "so how many kids should be have in the future?"

rest of the members under the cut !

ー jay would be pretty quiet around his crush, he's more the type to stare at his crush whenever they're talking or laughing. god he loves your laugh, he could listen to it until he dies. i can see him being quite a romantic when it comes to confessing, he might want to confess to you over dinner or during a sunset, something real romantic yk. i just know he'd have a whole speech prepared that took him weeks to write because he didn't know how to put into words his crush on you.

ー jake would be a mix of both shy and flirty. he might want to try an impress who he has a crush on, or show that he's interested but get shy right after. i can see him as the type to talk about his crush to layla, just full on ranting about his feelings to her. he's definitely the type to send you cheesy pick up lines. you can't tell me he also wouldn't be super touchy around his crush, always fixing their hair, or trying to hold their hands. the type to tell you that you have an eyelash on your cheek just to be able to "brush it off" only for that to be an excuse to touch your soft skin.

ー sunghoon likes to act all cold and cool around his crush. he'd want to have this cool boy image, but as you get to know him, you'll realize he's a true softie and he's whipped. his crush has him wrapped around their finger and sunghoon is definitely aware of that. ask him at 3 am to come and get ice cream together and this boy will be at your doorstep in less than 5 minutes.

ー sunoo would get all shy around his crush, especially if his crush is more of the straightforward type. simple compliments like "i like your sweater" would make him all blushy and smiley. he'd pay attention to every thing his crush would say, and remember the smallest of details. you said you liked his sweater? the next week, he got you the same one in a different color.

ー jungwon would be the softest, cutest human being around his crush, not even kidding. he'd want to tell everyone who he's close to about you. he definitely talks about each detail about you to his grandma and he has such a boy-ish smile while doing so. he'd buy you little gifts like necklaces or matching bracelets with handwritten little letters, one of those letters being his confession.

ー niki would be similar to sunghoon in the way that he would want to have this bad boy image around his crush. but at some point that facade will slip and his childish, playful self will show. after that his goal is to make you laugh and have fun with him. he finds so much joy in hanging around someone who he feels completely comfortable to be himself around. he'd probably ask you out by writing one of those notes where its like : "i like you, do you like me? yes 🔳 no 🔳".

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w0nnielov3 · 2 years

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enha - what they would call you !!

layla’s note

here’s another headcon for you guys :) I was thinking about this on my midnight walk and wrote it down !! Enjoy :p

warning!!: lowercase intended ,, grammer mistakes !!

୨୧ ꒱꒱ heeseung ᵎᵎ

Bonita/bonito - I feel like he once heard someone call their s/o Bonita/bonito and he quickly took his phone out to figure out what it meant ,, when he realized that it just meant pretty or beautiful in Spanish he started calling you that all the time. He think it’s very sweet and simple. Will probably say he’s now fluent in Spanish because he knows that one word and will tease you about how you need to get on his level and learns Spanish (unless you already do !!) loves to see you blush when he calls you bonita/bonito and will never get over it.

୨୧ ꒱꒱ Jay ᵎᵎ

Darling - Jay is a classy dude so darling seems to fit him the best ,, Jay will treat you’re relationship like you guys are basically a married couple. Get upset if someone ever comments about the nickname and will tell them off because he thought VERY VERY (not) hard on the nickname and believe it suits his s/o very well and will continue to call you it. He just finds it to be such a cute name and he also finds it extremely adorable when you flush as his nickname and will actually gush over your red face after ,, #certifiedloverboy

୨୧ ꒱꒱ Jake ᵎᵎ

Babe/baby - I feel like jake would definitely call you every lovey dovey nickname in the book especially if he wants your attention ,, but the two he normal uses are definitely babe/baby. They kind of just slip out and he decided to just stick with them ,, we all know Jake’s a flirt so calling you babe/baby will always lead him to 100% saying some sort of flirty comment and he believes it’s also the easiest way to slip out something flirty too …you never see it coming :p ,, also he’s a simple guys so simple nicknames are his forte.

୨୧ ꒱꒱ sunghoon ᵎᵎ

Princess/prince - as we know sunghoon is the ice prince so obviously he needs his ice princess/prince ,, will treat you like royalty all the time !! He’s doesn’t just call you his princess/prince because it’s a nickname but because he actually believes you’re a princess/prince ,, no one and I mean NO ONE can tell/prove him other wise …will actually argues if you or anyone disagree with him in any sort of way. Most definitely called you his princess/prince before you guys were officially dating …#whipped

୨୧ ꒱꒱ sunoo ᵎᵎ

Sunshine - Sunoo is everyone’s sunshine as he always lights up the room his in ,, but sunoo deserves his own little sunshine and that’s where you come in. Sunoo believe that it’s only fair he also has his own Sunshine and who better give that title to than you? You always light up his day and make him smile or laugh ,, and he enjoys every moment he’s gets to spend with you so no duh he would consider you his sunshine :) !! He’s very happy to see you smile everytime he reminds you why he gave you the nickname that everyone calls him.

୨୧ ꒱꒱ Jungwon ᵎᵎ

Angel - he definitely asked you if it hurt when you fell from heaven …anyways :) I totally see Jungwon calling you his Angel because you always seem to know how to make him happy whenever he’s down or just in general,, so he just assumes god sent him a little gift for always being a good kid ,, always goes on vents about how you’re the best gift god has ever given to him and that he never knew angels existed till you came into his life. He will never shut up about you …just ask his members I’m sure they will tell you :) …#whipped2

୨୧ ꒱꒱ niki ᵎᵎ

Babe/urname - I feel like niki would be a little shy to call you many nicknames so I think he would stick to babe or just calling you by your name. He’s a kid anyways so he’s exploring being in a relationship ,, he gets the advantage of being able to call you something no one else can but he also doesn’t …lowkey confused- I mostly see him calling you nickname maybe when alone and sometimes when his members are around if he’s ever comfortable enough with pda if no he would totally just stick with calling you by your name till he’s gotten comfortable enough.

#enha #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #jungwon #enhypen x yn #enhypen x you #enhypen headcanon #enhypen reactions #heeseung #jay #Jake #sunghoon #sunoo #Jungwon #niki #layla tired her best :p

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odiesbun · 1 year

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...♡Your birthday with them♡...

There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes and your request!

genre: fluff

warning: mention of food, gifts, love. Jake is a little rude with members? Sunghoon the cook.

w.c: 1.9k

a/n: today(20.02.XX) is my birthday, so why not if I do that part? Especially since I promised that I would post this part.

♡Heeseung♡

•In fact, I don't think Heeseung would have been someone who liked to throw grand celebrations... He preferred to spend the evening alone with you rather than in the company of people whose conversation could be heard as if a swarm of bees had settled over you.

It is for this reason that you are now sitting with Heeseung in a rooftop restaurant in the city, admiring the view, your boyfriend's handsome face, and enjoying your food.

- „By the way, I was thinking that we could continue the feast tomorrow... But I think we should rest somewhere outdoors...“ - Heeseung gives out thoughtfully, putting the cutlery aside.

- „But you've already given me so many gifts today!“ - You exclaim, indignant at Heeseung's sudden idea. Lee laughs, squinting.

- „I know, I know. But it'll be like compensation for forgetting about our date the other day, okay?“ - He covers your hand affectionately with his, smiling again.

(whoever understood the reference to my part did a great job and will personally get a kiss on the forehead from the author ;))) ).

•By the way, about the gift... Heeseung won't really bother with it. You know what he's going to give you this time? A marriage proposal.

- „Honey, I'm not a romantic for this kind of action, and I sometimes still don't understand why you fell in love with me, but...“ - Heeseung's eyes sparkle and he kneels down on one knee in front of you, wrapping his free hand affectionately around your arm and holding out the engagement ring box to you with the other.

- „But will you marry me?“

♡Jay♡

•This man has the most beautiful and romantic gifts, you won't argue with me. Besides the beautiful and expensive jewelry he's 100 percent sure to give you, his second gift will be less beautiful, but 99.9 percent likely to be useful to you in your home. Do you have a power outage at home? Jay's battery-powered lamp is the answer. Your vacuum cleaner stopped working? Jay's robot vacuum cleaner is on its way!

- „Wow, is that a lighted mirror?“ - You exclaim in surprise as you watch your boyfriend haul that thing into the corridor.

- „Yeah, that's it“ - Jay puffs, almost folding in half from the weight of the box, but when you ask him if he needs help, he denies it.

- „How did you know I wanted a lighted mirror?“ - You smirk, stopping in the doorway and crossing your arms over your chest.

- „You've been turning on more bulbs in our chandelier and constantly squinting at the lack of light. All the more reason, I thought a full-length mirror might come in handy for other things~“

•I honestly think that if Jay throws any kind of holiday party for you at your house, all the dishes on the table will be his own making.

- „Wow, you made all this yourself?“ - You raise your eyebrows, surprised at the amount of food on the tables and convinced that you'll be finishing this for at least another week or so.

- „Yeah. I figured buying cooked food at the supermarket would be pretty expensive, caloric, and there's a chance you'd either get poisoned or the food wouldn't taste good.“ - Jay smirks, hugging you affectionately by the shoulders from behind and kissing your neck.

♡Jake♡

•Jake is a big golden retriever puppy, so he will literally wake you up at five in the morning with cheerful shouts of congratulations, gifts and more.

- „Happy birthday, my prettiest, kindest and sweetest princess!“ - Jake jumps happily around the bed as you reluctantly open your eyes, your boyfriend standing in front of you and Layla, who instantly takes to licking you.

- „What time is it?“ - You ask sleepily, reaching out to the phone screen. The screen shows the time: 5:11 a.m. You fall back onto the bed with an exasperated groan. - „It's too early for me!“

- „Rise and shine, beautiful! I have grand plans for you! I have a whole evening planned just for you!“ - Laughs Sim, pulling the blanket off you with Layla.

•He'll probably only invite you and his family to the party, since he thinks it's the kind of party you'd want to spend with the people you grew up with. But at some point, things go awry and six hungry guys, led by Jungwon as leader, gifts and joyful squeals, rush into your apartment.

- „I really didn't want them to come! Honestly, I swear!“ - Jake rambles incoherently, flailing his arms and pointing at the awkwardly standing band memebers in the hallway.

- „I don't mind them being here. I'm glad to see them.“ - You smile, accepting the happy congratulations with gifts and, most importantly, the cake they all made together.

- „Thank you so much. Wow, you made the cake for me?“ - You nod appreciatively, inviting the new guests to come into the kitchen.

- „Yes. But I hope we don't all get poisoned by this cake, because Ni-ki and Sunghoon baked the cakes.“ - Jay looks incredulously at the younger ones, nodding to your boyfriend in your direction.

- „If any of us here get poisoned, you'll be eating this cake yourselves😊“ - Jake giggles, but his words don't sound as cheerful as he does. 💀

♡Sunghoon♡

•We all know Sunghoon's pranks very well, so I wouldn't be surprised if he pranks you again. And by banter, I mean he'll pretend to forget your birthday at least until the middle of the day.

You giggle as you meet Sunghoon in the kitchen. He hides something behind his back, nervously taking a few steps back and looking around, but you don't notice it, too engrossed in your joy and anticipation.

- „Do you know what day it is?“ - You giggle merrily, sitting down in your chair and dangling your feet.

- „Uh... Monday?“ - Sunghoon replies thoughtfully, watching your face change. - „What!? Did I forget something again? Why aren't you answering me? Baby!“

But as soon as your mood is ruined and you don't want to go out, wrapped in blankets and your nose tucked into your pillow, Sunghoon brings a cake of his own making into your bedroom and presents just for you.

- „What is this?“ - Your eyes widen in surprise, you look awkwardly at Sunghoon, a smile spreading across your lips. Sunghoon places the sweet on the bedside table, then holds out to you several colorful wrapped boxes of different sizes, some with an indication of who the gift is from.

- „Open it. Here are some gifts from band members, they asked me to give them to you since they couldn't make it to your birthday party this year due to our busy training schedules.“

•In fact, Sunghoon is going to give you the grandest birthday party of all. He will invite not only your immediate family, distant relatives or friends, but also close people from his side. You may not even know these people, wondering who they even are, but they will be holding out your gift with a happy smile on their face.

- „What is your mother doing here? She's gone on vacation, isn't she?“ - You raise your eyebrows in surprise, turning to Sunghoon. He takes on a playful look, smiling.

- „Yes, you're right, she really did. But once I casually told her about your birthday, she insisted on coming.“ - He shrugged, making you smile.

- „I don't know a lot of people here because they're your relatives... But thank you for giving me such a massive celebration.“ - At your words, Sunghoon gives you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

- „Anything for you, baby.“

♡Sunoo♡

•Sunoo is the kind of person who prepares for your day in advance, talking to you about all the plans he has in mind and asking you about your gift wishes. And if you refuse a gift, arguing that it's too expensive for the two of you, Sunoo will still get you something. But he'll have to think hard and research all your interests, combining it all into one gift.

- „Wow, what's that?“ - You smile happily, accepting the gift from Sunoo. You retreat to a cozier place, for there were too many guests in the hall and kitchen as Sunoo had organized a grand celebration for you.

- „A gift from me. I'm not sure if you'll like it because you didn't say exactly what kind of gift you want, but open it soon!“ - Sunoo next to you looks like a sly, happy fox, bouncing merrily beside you. You open the gift, looking at the expensive necklace and earrings you saw in the store last week and said they were beautiful, go too expensive.

- „SUNOO, BUT THEY COST LIKE YOUR ENTIRE PAYCHECK!“

- „I know~ But your birthday only happens once a year!“ - He exclaimed, chuckling.

•Sunoo has always been a sweet and sweet boy to you, but on this day he was OWNLY sweet to you because you were his princess that day. He was ready to carry you in his arms, you know? So don't be surprised if he suddenly walks up to you and picks you up in his arms.

- „Wah, Sunoo! Let go, high!“ - You squeal terrified, grabbing onto the limbs of your giggling boyfriend. From the outside, it was like the scene from The Lion King when the monkey was holding the little lion cub.

- „I can't! You're so cute today!“ - Sunoo laughs, finally putting you down and hugging you.

♡Jungwon♡

•The most frustrating thing about this situation is that Jungwon couldn't make it to your birthday party due to a new world tour. Even so, he was able to send you a gift to the other side of the world and call you even though it was deep night on his side.

- „Cutie, hi, happy birthday!“ - Jungwon exclaimed cheerfully, waving to you on camera. The only thing that saved you in this situation was a video call. - „Did you get my present? Did you like it?“

You nod cheerfully, showing the camera the weighty box of sweets, souvenirs and gifts.

- „Yes! The delivery guy just delivered the order, I just opened it to me. Literally a minute before you called.“ - You nod happily, smiling. Jungwon's heart melts at this sight, for he wanted very much to sit next to you right now, but his career has decided otherwise.

- „I'll try to bring you something else beautiful and interesting, something you love as soon as I get home.“ - He puts his thumb up, just like «👍🏻», smiling and sending you an air kiss across the screen. - „Love you, doll.“

•Jungwon isn't too fond of grand celebrations, for that noise specifically can bore him. So don't even expect him to let you invite more than ten people to your birthday party, including you. And if you do break this rule, he will congratulate you and quickly run off somewhere far away.

- „Hey, Yang Jungwon! Let's go, your girlfriend's already opening a present!“ - Jay and the entire cast of Enhypen, who have also been invited, crowd around the door to your bedroom, behind which Jungwon was sitting, wrapped in blankets.

- „I don't want to!“ - Pulls on Yang's vowels, sighing and rolling his eyes. - „You guys are buzzing like bees in there, I'm not going anywhere!“

♡Ni-ki♡

•...Ni-ki will either sleep half the day before congratulating you, or he'll get up at four in the morning and start waking you up screaming „WAKE UP, it's YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY, WE MUST RUN TO FIVE TIMES TODAY!“

- „What the hell are you doing?“ - You look at your boyfriend unhappily as he pulls the blanket off you, causing the cold to quickly envelope you.

- „We have to stop by the boys' dorm today, then hit the mall, the restaurant and then I have plans to take a walk in the park with you! So if you fall asleep now, you'll miss all the fun! Well, or I'll throw cold water on you.“ - Ni-ki exclaims enthusiastically as he watches you pick yourself up off the bed, making him giggle.

•You've already seen the outcome of the first situation, here's the second, as Ni-ki slept through most of the day.

You were already spinning around the mirror with your makeup and pretty clothes on, anticipating your celebration. Ni-ki was sprawled out on the bed in a star pose, but when your lipstick accidentally rolled under the dressing table with a distinctive sound, he opened his eyes.

- „Ah, you're already awake...“ - He yawned, then turned on his side and stared at you with a smirk.

- „Why are you looking at me like that?“ - You looked confused, smiling awkwardly.

- „I wanted to tell you something...“ - He sighs, coming closer and hugging you. - „Happy birthday, my flower.“

#kpop #odiesbun #reactions #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen fluff #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #park jay #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #enhypen niki #ni ki #niki nishimura

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softlyspector · 8 months

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hello :-) just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your writing and would like to know who are your favorite authors from here :) or what are some of your favorite works

sending u love 🫂🩷

Thank you so much! And I'm sorry its taken me so long to answer this ask. I have a fic rec tag so you can see my recs and what I've been reading recently.

So, here we go! A long ass list because all of these wonderful people deserve it!

I'm always shouting from the rooftops to anyone who will listen about Cinnamon and Honey (Joel Miller x selectively mute!Reader) by @batsingotham - There aren't words to describe how much I love Joel in this fic. It feels like being a part of the game. Joel and Ellie's relationship melts my heart and fixes so much and give me everything I ever wanted for them.

Quite literally anything by @sweetly-yours-and-mine but specifically:

The Dress (Marc Spector x Reader) - Perfect Marc, perfect characterization of Marc. Maria's prose and characterization is just perfect.

this untitled drabble (single dad!Marc Spector x Reader) - Marc as a single father healed me and broke me. Again, the most beautiful beautiful writing. I can only hope to write with this much talent some day.

Waters (Layla El-Faouly x Reader x Marc Spector) - Laylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. She's so hot. That's all I have to say.

Everything @psychedelic-ink writes is a masterpiece but if I have to choose favorites that she's written its definitely:

Stay In Bed (Joel Miller x Reader, unrequited Tommy Miller x Reader) - which I desperately need to catch up but that is so well written and Tommy and Joel are both so fleshed out and interesting

Spitfire (Joel Miller x Tess Servopoulos) - the nuance and the backstory that Sil gives to Joel and Tess's relationship....unmatched.

Exile (Joel Miller x ofc June) - I think about this fic so often, it's the kind of beautiful brutal that really sticks with you. It's a favorite favorite, y'know.

Sooooo many by @cupofjoel but especially:

a sudden sense of liberty (Joel Miller x Reader) because nothing has ever broken my heart so completely before and,

living in a state of dreaming (Joel Miller x Reader) which also broke my heart but in a different way

I really should just link @ezrasbirdie's entire masterlist and call it a day, but again if I must choose:

Surrender (Joel Miller x ofc Daisy) - This series has my whole heart. I love everything about this series, its so well done and so fleshed out, and I don't want it to ever end so I've been savoring each chapter so slowly. Also, Daisy..........I'm in love with her. Daisy is actually my gf now, Joel can go somewhere else.

Going Slow (Javier Pena x Reader) - I adore Javi in this fic. It's so special to me and I go back to read it all the time.

Catalyst (Frankie Morales x Reader x Joel Miller) - This fic is a dream come true, that's all I have to say about it.

Cupcake (Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader) by @ezrasbirdie and @haylzcyon - Car salesman Jack is something I never knew I needed but now I can't live without him.

More Than My Father's Son (Joel Miller x ofc Millie/Arrow) by @joels6string - Another series I desperately need to catch up on, but if you're looking for a fic that is specifically game!Joel Miller look no further than this fic. It's so special and it feels like you're right there in the middle of the game in Jackson. I love everything about Joel and Arrow, and the characterization of Joel is unmatched.

My foreverrrrr favorite Din series Beloved (Din Djarin x Reader) by @groguspicklejar Din is just so perfect in this series. I could go on forever about how much I love this story. Every single word is so loved by me.

I think everyone already knows about Homecoming (Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales) by @astroboots but if you don't you need, need, to go give it a read.

In a Perfect World, You Love Me[i] and [ii] (Din Djarin x Reader) by @theidiotwhowritesthings - The pining? The angst? The love? The tiniest hint of jealousy? Chef's kiss from start to finish with such amazing payoff for a two parter.

room for three (Arthur Morgan x Reader x Joel Miller) by @morning-star-joy - this fic gave me everything. It made all my pixel cowboy dreams come true. If you love Joel but you haven't heard about the delight that is Arthur Morgan, this is the perfect introduction to him. And it's just....super hot. Who doesn't love smutty cowboys?

obsessed aka the dorm room au (Marc Spector x Reader) by @juneknight - It's just. So hot. Melts the brain and leaves you wanting more.

sunshine state (Benny Miller x Reader) by @brewsterispunkk - Benny is my dream boy in this. I love him and everything about this series.

My favorite Jake fic, that I still think about on the regular is dlz (Jake Lockley x Reader) by @ichorai - I love everything about the way Jake is portrayed here. He's so special to me.

#bec talks #fic rec list

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awkwaamo · 9 months

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So, in the process of trying to get my partner into one of my childhood favorites, Winx Club, the brain gremlins took hold of me and I am now in the process of creating a rewrite. Not the entirety of canon, but definitely the first three seasons and throwing in some extra stuff from other seasons that I really enjoyed as well as some of my own personal flair.

That being said, a rewrite obviously has to come with redesigns and I have literally just finished up everyone's first transformation

Layla, or Aisha, is up first! I did really enjoy her original design (honestly, they're all wonderful) but it just wasn't going to work for my AU. Considering she's from a planet that is dominated by water, as well as being related to actual mermaids, I absolutely had to add in more mermaid traits. So we have wings that look and act similar to dorsal fins in the water which makes her an exceptionally fast swimmer, almost on par with her cousins. Then, of course, I had to include shells in there. The shells that function as her heels are angel wing shells and a horn snail shell.

Musa, oh Musa. Her original was lovely but it just didn't have enough punk inspiration. Luckily I was more than happy to provide a little in the form of shorts and a half skirt on top of wonderful boots with buckles. I did keep the sheer centerpiece though because I really wanted to pay some respect to the original. Also, and this is just my personal opinion, space buns are superior. My shining glory of this design has to be the wings, though. The bass clefs are wonderful but to top it all off I had to add the CD shine. It was a necessity. Also, if you haven't noticed the fact that her arm accessories mirror Layla/Aisha's, now is the time to notice. SoundWave will be a thing in this AU.

Flora needed more green! She deserves a little green considering she's a nature fairy and how else would I incorporate it other than vines? Especially considering she uses vine attacks all the time! Also that rose inspired skirt was a pain to do but so worth it. If anyone deserves a rose skirt, it's Flora.

While I do love Tecna, her original always felt like it was missing something so, after some scrolling through sci-fi stuff, I added the cropped jacket to it and more green for her as well. The ear piece actually extends into a helmet with a retractable visor, I'll probably post another image with it on full display another time.

Another thing to add is that there is a criminal shortage of Flora x Tecna content to the point that I haven't even seen a fun little ship name for them. So, I'll just be using BioTech.

Getting right into Stella's redesign, starting with the wings! I did like her original wings but with her being the fairy of the sun I kind of just spread them out similar to the way rays of light look. As for her outfit, I really wanted to add onto the ethereal kind of look with gorgeous drapery similar to what you see in depictions of goddesses but with a modern twist! Hence the underbust and other additions.

Bloom but much more draconian. As she deserved considering she's the keeper of the dragon fire. Dragon wings. Dragon scales. Need I say more? Yes, actually. Her boots are more armor like, which was fun but not the best part. The silver chains, the necklace, the gemstones. They're made to be a mirror to Stella's because SolarFlare is absolutely iconic. They deserve each other so much and it is my mission to highlight this fact.

I have so much planned for this AU. So many ideas that I've already noted down and places I want to go with this, I can't wait to get started.

And I literally just realized that this AU needs an actual name, so I'm going to go with Psyche. The reasons why will become clear later. 💜

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 4 months

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I was already scared about the next Captain America movie, but now realizing that Sam hasn't even been mentioned in like 4 years when HE IS CAPTAIN AMERICA,, now I'm terrified. I don't want them to destroy another of my favorite characters, we suffered enough with Loki Wanda and Stephen's bastardization. Sam is such a good man and deserves so much more

also kinda out of topic, did they seriously made Carter say that shit about little girls in Russia?? When Natasha exists???? It's way too specific, like a jab at Natasha for ??? some fucking reason I guess

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but unfortunately, yes, they said this in the episode:

Why? No fucking reason, that's why.

She has no story and no arc of her own, so the writers need to claim everybody loves her and admires her in order to convince the audience to fall for her. You know, like Sylvie in the Loki series. These writers don't care about these women, they do the bare minimum and then count on the fans to shout "misogyny!" at those of us who complain about their terrible work with them.

It's a vicious cycle but some fans think kissing the ass of every female character = feminism, when in truth what they're doing is kissing the ass of the same writers who can't be arsed to write those women well. They're not kissing the ass of a fictional woman who doesn't exist, they're looking at those writers and telling them "you don't care about female characters and we love you for it" and calling that feminism. It's bonkers.

Other female characters in Marvel deserve this much attention if not more. Why not give it to them? Hell, I'm pretty sure we would all love to see Layla again, for instance. What about Sharon? Or Maria Hill. I wouldn't mind a What If with Carol or Valkyrie or more Wanda...

I'm definitely worried about Sam too, especially when it's Spellman (same guy as TFATWS) the one writing him. He was never given too much focus but at least the movies gave us enough that we could see he's a good man. The problem is I don't know if we're going to get something akin to TWS (so, the focus on Sam and some supporting characters showing up occasionally) or another CW (a team-up movie where the title character is sidelined.).

Sam was given the shield in 2019. It's 2024 already. And no cameos, no mention of him, nothing. When Steve was part of the franchise non-stop for a decade.

#anti peggy carter

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writing-rat · 4 months

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Concert Freak Part 2

PART 1 | PART 3

Pairings: CC Walker x Katie Torres, Katie Torres and Alisson Torres

Content: Fluff, outing, use of a potential slur (lesbo)

Summary: Katie gets outed, and CC decides to go see her.

WC: 1324

It was the Monday after the concert, and Katie was grounded but she didn’t mind. She was able to get her phone back in the morning (apparently the coach caught it) and she was happy. In fact she messaged her parents. ‘Hey mom, dad. I got my phone back. I know you will take it already, just thought I would say’ she texted. She got praise for being honest at least as she shut off her phone and refused to use it.

What she didn’t expect however was to be outed at lunchtime. She was sitting down at a table by herself when Layla stood up on the table. “Everyone!” she called out. Katie looked over confused as well, raising her eyebrow. She was wondering what she would do, not thinking about the other night. “I have some news. Katie and I aren’t friends as you know? Why? Well… it’s because she’s a lesbo and has a crush on CC Walker,” she announced smugly. Meanwhile, Katie walked out, knowing what was going to happen. She felt the tears brimming in her eyes.

She was unaware CC was going to talk to her as she just went to the office. “Can you let my parents pick me up please…?” she practically begged through tears. The receptionist felt bad but knew she just couldn’t. She knew that upset students wouldn’t be able to learn though. She nodded and called her parents.

“Sit down over there, I’ll tell you when they arrive,” she comforted. Katie nodded and obeyed. “Hello, is this Allison? Yes, Katie is ok. She just seems upset and wants to go home. No. I don’t know anything. Ok, I’ll tell her,” she spoke then hung up. “Your mom is coming,” she announced. Katie nodded, curling her legs up and just cried into them. She felt ruined, and embarrassed as well.

She was unaware of how much time passed before she was being sat down next to. “Oh honey,” she heard her mother say.

“Mom,” she whimpered out and held onto her tightly.

“Don’t worry, I got you. We can go home and you can do whatever until you want to talk,” she reassured, rubbing her hair as she was walking her out, nodding a goodbye to the receptionist before she was setting Katie in the car.

“Layla outed me and my crush… she isn’t my friend and she called me a lesbo,” she admitted, tears still running down hard. “Oh, Katie. We all love you as you are. Thank you for trusting me with that info. It’s ok if you are,” she comforted. Katie nodded, feeling the car start up. “Did anything else happen sweetheart?” she asked, mad about everything that had happened and she would confront the high school about it if they did nothing.

“She outed my crush on CC Walker… and for the record I’m bisexual…” Katie spoke, slowly calming down as she was picking at her nails, thinking to herself.

“Ok, baby. I’ll make sure Layla’s parents hear about the treatment she gave you and give them hell. Do you need anything to calm down? Any dinner plans?” she asked her.

“I just want to watch TV. Can we also have your special burritos?” she asked, looking at her. Allison nodded.

“Of course. I can do that,” she spoke. Katie nodded, slipping her headphones on and putting on some music from her phone. Alisson decided to not punish her by taking her phone away, knowing music would help her, especially at school for the time being. She was sure Katie learnt her lesson about responsibility anyway.

Eventually, they were home and Katie just sat on the couch, not speaking as she was just watching TV, emotional as she was just holding herself and even had her hood up to show how sad she was and to not talk to her. Allison meanwhile finished cleaning the house, before she looked for all the ingredients for the burritos to see if they needed anything. They did though, but only the rice. “Katie, I’m going to get the rice, ok? Call me if you need anything,” Allison informed. Katie looked over and nodded before she looked at the TV. She was watching her favourite film, Lilo and Stitch as she was a family girl after all.

It had been a few days and her parents didn’t force her to go to school, knowing Katie didn’t have the mental capacity to be able to go. She was slowly getting better however and she was going to go to school the next morning. It was evening time, and Carlos and Evan were having a boy's night out, doing bowling while the girls were just watching films the boys wouldn’t and do nails if wanted.

There was soon a knock on the door however so Katie got up. “I’ll get it, you and Ellie have had your nails done after all,” she chuckled. They both thanked her before she went to the door and opened it. “Oh. Hey,” Katie spoke in shock, seeing CC at her door. “Hi. I was… wondering if you were ok. You’ve missed a lot too, but most of the rumours are going now. You should be fine in school now,” she informed with a gentle smile. Katie was nodding. “Uhhh… do you wanna come in?” she asked. “I’ll put on some more clothes,” Katie added. CC nodded, walking in.

“Yeah. I didn’t think you would stay in just shorts and a sports bra around me just yet,” CC joked, causing Katie to grow red and scramble upstairs. That’s when she wandered around the house and saw some of Katie’s family.

“Oh. Hi. CC Walker,” she introduced herself to the girls. “Hey CC! How are you?” Allison asked, pausing the film. “I’m doing good, thank you, ma’am,” she responded, being respectful.

“No need to call me ma’am. Just call me Allison. Katie getting dressed more respectfully?” Allison joked out. CC chuckled and nodded before she looked at the photos.

“Yeah, she is. I just want to talk to her about Monday, that it’s safe to come back and I want to get to know her more,” she explained. Allison nodded and smiled. “Thank you for coming over. You can talk in her room if you need to,” she spoke. CC nodded as a thanks before she went up, looking at the photos. She chuckled at a baby one and took a photo of it.

Eventually, she found Katie’s room and waited outside with a smirk. When the door opened, she abruptly spoke (causing Katie to spook), “You looked cute as a baby.”

“Jesus Christ!” Katie screamed quietly, covering her heart before she took a breath, inviting CC into her room which was luckily clean.

“I’m not Jesus Christ. I’m CC,” CC commented, looking around and whistling at certain times. “Nice room Torres,” she added.

“Thank you. I… I’ve been doing better. So… what’s up? Why are you here?” Katie asked, sitting down and biting her lip nervously.

“Hitting me with questions already, hm?” CC asked. “Well, I’m sorry about Monday. I wouldn’t want to be outed too so I’m sorry you were. Nothing much has been going on but a few rumours have occurred that are making people forget about your outing at least. And… I’m here to get to know you. I would like to see if we would work,” CC answered. Katie just widened her eyes. “You’re not straight?” Katie asked. CC shook her head. “Nope. In fact… ever since the science class where you sat in front of me, I’ve always been intrigued by you but I didn’t want to approach you out of nervousness and also because I thought you wouldn’t want to get to know me,” CC admitted. Katie smiled.

“We can get to know each other… but are you ok being seen with me?” Katie asked. CC nodded.

“100%,” she spoke. Katie couldn’t help but smile.

#cc walker #katie torres #katie torres x cc walker #cc walker x katie torres #yes day #family switch #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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foreverinadais · 2 years

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three’s a crowd: m.k

summary: your in a loving relationship with Marc and Layla. But after a bad day, you come home to see them infatuated with each other, and begin to doubt the security in your relationship with the married pair.

warnings: angst, insecurity, language, fluff, worry between both marc and layla, Fem! reader

pairings: marc spector x fem! reader, layla el faouly x fem! reader, marc spector x layla el faouly

word count: 2054 words :)

It had been quite possibly the worst day of your working life. How it was possible for people to be so unbelievably frustrating was beyond you. It was as if every customer had an unspoken vendetta against you, a line of people asking for ‘the manager’ or throwing snide comments your way. It didn’t help that you had a paper due in yesterday that was still sat, unfinished, on your desk.

You made the usual route back to Marc’s apartment, knowing Layla would also be there, and you felt a sense of excitement at the thought of just curling up between them and falling asleep. You loved your relationship with them all. Even though you slotted in later, it all fell into place pretty quickly, and Layla and Marc couldn’t believe you hadn’t always been with them.

You all but dragged yourself up the stairs, cursing the lift for being out of order, especially when you tripped on the last step and only caught yourself last minute. The door was in sight, and you breathed a sigh of relief, ready to throw your bag down and collapse on the bed.

But as you opened the door, the action surprisingly quiet, you heard a small laugh. Your eyes followed the melodic and familiar sound to where Marc and Layla were cuddled on the sofa, looking through a photo album of their marriage. You had no problem that they were labelled as ‘husband and wife’, although sometimes you felt a strange feeling in your stomach, not jealously, but something deeper.

Perhaps it was the sight of them there, so happy, so in love with each other, that an overwhelming sense of sadness washed over you, bringing with it an odd insecurity. It was Layla’s smile, so bright and wide as she looked at the pictures of them, not you. It was the twinkle in Marc’s eyes, maybe a longing for the past.

Soon enough, you were in a hole, dirt falling down onto you, corrupting your ability to think logically, reasonably. And then you were leaving, as silently as you came, your presence unnoticed by the pair. Your feet paced down the stairs, getting the bus back to your own flat, a place which felt less and less like home everyday thanks to the comfort your lovers’ flat brought.

You fumbled with the keys, pushed over the edge when they fell from your grasp with a harsh ‘clink!’. Tears began to well in your eyes as you finally pushed through the door, throwing your bag to the side, not even changing from your work clothes before crumbling into bed.

Perhaps it was the horrid day you’d had, or maybe the fact you were questioning your place in your relationship, or maybe it was everything else that made sobs rack your body. You buried your face in the pillow, legs wrapped in the duvet, trying to grasp for any comfort you could find. It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, cheeks tear stained and eyes no doubt puffy.

Layla glanced at the small clock on the wall, sigh leaving her lips as she turned to her husband. “It’s been an hour. Maybe she got held up at work?” They had noticed your lack of presence as soon as the time you were usually home struck. Automatically, they were leaving messages, worry settling in as the hour changed.

“She would text. Somethin’ has happened.”

“Don’t do that, Marc. I’m sure its all fine. Don’t go there in that brain of yours.” But she wasn’t trusting her own words, nervously nibbling the skin of her thumb.

“Well, tough, I’m already there. She always texts back.” This was true. You normally left messages all throughout the day, small affirmations to say that you were okay, or if you weren’t, you wouldn’t shy away from explaining why. Neither of the pair could find any reason you wouldn’t message them back. It filled them with an overwhelming sense of worry, a million uncertainties corrupting their brains.

“Why don’t we go to her apartment? Maybe she’s popped back to get something, or maybe we’ll see her walking here.” Layla assured, forever the voice of reason. Marc nodded, exhaling slightly as he tried to fall in her words.

“Your right. Let’s go.” The pair exited the flat, not before leaving a small note explaining where they were, in case you happened to wander in whilst they were gone. It didn’t take long for them to get to your abode. Marc offered his wife a look as they got to your door, making Layla instantly run a hand down his back in an attempt to comfort his nerves. Layla was the first one to knock, confident taps against the door which would get your attention without waking up the whole complex. After a minute, however, there was no answer. Layla sighed deeply to calm her accelerating heartbeat, trying again, offering words as well this time;

“Y/N? Are you in here, baby?” After this attempt was left to no avail, Marc took over, banging the door harder this time.

“Marc, hey, she might not be home, we don’t need to wake up the entire building!” Marc groaned, checking his phone once, before getting on his knees. “What are you-”

“She’s home.”

“How-”“Lights are on.” He was back on his feet, knocking again, “C’mon, we know your in. Open the door.” Normally, Layla would scold him for being so stern, but now, she was feeling uncharacteristically anxious too. If you were home, why were you so blatantly ignoring them? What had they done wrong?

“We just want to know what’s wrong, Y/N/N! We’re worried about you.” Layla chimed in, her caring voice a soft contrast to Marc’s, which was bordering on anger brought on by desperation. Perhaps it was this which elected a small shuffle from behind the door. The pair looked at each other, relieved that there was sign of life, but confused as to why you were hiding away. “We know your in there, now open the door.” Marc’s sternness pushed you over the edge, and the lock was finally given life as it clicked open. Layla was the first to push open the door, instantly searching for you in the room. Marc was awfully close behind.

She spotted you sat on the sofa, hands in your lap as you fiddled with your fingers, something you only did when nervous. “Hi, darling.” She whispered, going to sit by you, taking your hands in her own to stop you from your anxious fiddling. “Why didn’t you answer, hey? We were worried about you.” You looked down, almost guilty, still feeling the insecurity from earlier corrupting your insides. Marc was in less of a comforting mood, mostly feeling pissed that you had let them worry for so long.

“Why didn’t you answer you phone, huh? Hell, we thought you could’ve been taken o-or killed, for fuck sake!” Layla shot him a look to which he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“ ‘m sorry.” You whispered, voice coming out smaller than you intended. Layla was about to respond when you spoke again, “I understand if you want to leave me.” Both parties froze, Layla’s touch leaving yours. “What do you mean?” She said, suddenly noticing your tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes in the dim lights of the room.

“Why would we want to leave you?” You sniffled, trying to find the words through your insecurities and emotions. It was the sound of your name from Marc that made them spill out, all at once.

“Because you have each other! Your married and I-I just intruded on your relationship and that’s unfair of me, and I know your better off with just each other cause ‘three’s a crowd’ an’ all that, and I just… I understand why you would want to leave me.” Layla could hardly find the words to respond to your words, a sour feeling in her mouth, her stomach, rising like bile or acid. Marc, however, was overcome with guilt, detest that they could ever make you feel like this.

“Why…” Layla started, trying to calm her shaky tone, “What made you feel like this?” Your heart cracked at her voice, furthering the newfound hatred for yourself, that you had made her feel like this.

“Earlier. I, urh, I came by and saw you together, and you looked… looked so in love and it made me feel…” You cut yourself off with a cough, trying to contain the sobs rising in your throat. Marc’s expression was almost unreadable as he looked from you to Layla, who had tears brimming her eyes. He wanted to shout, not at you, but at himself for ever making you feel anything other than unconditionally loved.

Before he knew it, he was kneeling in front of where you were sat. His fingers were almost scared to touch you, as if you were an ethereal, delicate being. Then, reason took over, and one of your hands was in his. Layla followed suite, taking your other in hers, so you were encased by their concern, but more, their love.

“Hey, look here.” His tone forced you to look into his eyes, clouded with emotion, complex as they always were, “It was stupid of you to run away.”

“Marc-” Layla warned at her husband’s method of comfort, but he wasn’t finished.

“Because if you stayed, you would’ve seen how much we fucking missed you. How much we need you. You’re the missing piece, yeah? What we’ve always needed.” You felt a tear run down your cheek, but Marc’s thumb was faster, swiping it off your cheek and leaving his touch there in a comforting motion. “Your our world, honey. And if we ever made you feel less than that- the fact we made you feel less than that-” Layla, too, let a tear fall and you felt unbelievably guilty that your let your insecurity overcome you. You grabbed her hand in your own, bringing it up to your lips to kiss the skin. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise.” Marc stopped you, and Layla agreed, “Never say sorry for having emotions, okay? You taught me that.” He smiled comfortingly, lovingly, and it made you nod, his words finally meeting your ears. “We both love you, baby, and we will spend the rest of our lives proving that to you, okay?” When you didn’t respond, he tried again, lifting your face up with his fingers lightly, “Okay?”

You finally nod, sniffling, whispering an ‘okay’ and ‘love you both back’. Layla kissed your cheek, right next to where Marc’s thumb was, and your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in their touch.

“Let’s go to bed, shall we, my darling?” Layla asked, and you nodded, not finding it in you to talk. Both of them guided you to your bed, offering a smile to each other as they did so. You were already drifting off when your head hit the pillow, Marc’s hands manoeuvring you under the duvet, making sure you were comfortable. The two followed suite, Layla’s head resting on your shoulder, placing soft, small kisses to your neck as Marc rested his head on your own, the tips of his fingers tracing down the flesh of your arm. Both of them were whispering affirmations of their love for you as you fell into sleep, feeling comforted, secure, for the first time all day.

It was all you need, their touch, their words, their love; and it was all they wanted to give you. When they saw you were asleep, Layla sighed, hand reaching out to grab her husband’s over your sleeping frame. “We can never make her feel like that again, okay?” Marc softly agreed, trying to push away the feelings of guilt eating away at the both of them. The two stayed with you all night, didn’t want to let you leave the bed, even when you were back to your usual self.

Of course, you assured them you felt better, which was the truth. You eased both their guilt, confirmed your love for the both, and in return, they did the same.

Because they loved you; You were the light to both of their darkness, the person who made them feel complete- the missing piece to the puzzle of their lives.

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Pawn (Moon Knight x Reader)

So this is Angst. I've probably watched moon knight at least 5 times now. I have so many theories and headcannons about this show I love this so much. (especially Steven Grant aka Best Boi)

Also I haven't slept in a while so have fun!

(I also hope I did the switches right)

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

In and out.

You, Layla, and Marc with the assistance of Konshu got a tip that a group of Ammit followers, a seemingly small group from what it entailed, were targeting this artifact located in a museum in New York. Konshu said that while the artifact wasn’t nearly as important as what the followers believed. It could still cause harm to whoever they chose to use it on. So, naturally, the group decided to scope it out and put an end to it.

It was supposed to be a small group.

You guys got to the site only for it to be an ambush, a lot more followers than what was originally entailed. Marc had luckily already been wearing the suit. However, you and Layla weren’t as fortunate. While both you and Layla were very good at combat, you still had to be careful. Unlike Marc, you didn’t have sacred healing armor from a Moon God. However, despite being careful you ended up finding yourself cornered between three of the followers. Your gun only had one bullet left and you were sure that one dude broke a rib or something when he landed a hit. You weren’t in the best of shape and you were waiting for him to have your back.

Even as they beat the shit out of you, you were confident he would have your back.

As they landed punch after punch, kick into your ribs that made you see brown and the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, you were sure he would come.

He was supposed to have your back.

Like you always had his.

When it became clear he wasn’t coming back you fought harder, breaking more things in the process, and luckily with cleverness you managed to get two of the followers. The last one didn’t put up much of a fight after you killed the two people with him.

When you noticed the place empty except for the bodies of Ammit’s followers a sickening feeling filled you.

Where were Marc and Layla?

You gathered what strength you had to look for them a little before deciding to make your way back to where you guys were staying.

When you got back there you saw your two teammates patching up, Marc didn’t have a scratch, and Layla looked like she had some bruising on her knuckles however Marc was tending to her delicately, devotedly you would say. Marc didn’t even notice when you entered the room looking for the hydrogen peroxide and pain killers, however Layla being the attentive person that she was noticed almost immediately your state.

“Holy shit,” She said as she made a beeline for you, her curls bouncing, “what in the fuck happened?”

“I’m fine Lay,” You comforted, “I just need some hydrogen peroxide,bandages, pain killers, and a decent amount of sleep and I’ll be right as rain.” You looked behind her and saw Marc’s brown eyes run over your visible injuries. However pissed off you wanted to be at him, you never could be. You barely managed to get Layla to attend to her own injuries when you got to your room where you bandaged yourself up. It was a painful process, the hydrogen burned like all hell in your open wounds, your hands shook wildly as you bandaged those and took those painkillers dry. You knew you should probably drink more water, especially in this case. You no sooner downed the pain killers when you heard a knock at your door. Carefully checking the peep hole only to be met with the stoic expression you know all too well. You opened the door to Marc and motioned him in.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Regret shown clearly on his face, “I should have been there.”

“You were busy being Moon Knight,” you said, “let's just not make this a habit, yeah?” You said lightly, wincing as you tried to lay back. Sharp pain shooting through you like lightning.

“Yeah,” he agreed as he watched your face scrunch in pain, “What’s the damage?”

“Oh you know, a couple of scratches, bruises, and cuts, and harmless fractured ribs.” You said.

“So nothing serious.”

“Absolutely.”

Silence rang throughout the room. You and the dark haired male in front of you have always interacted like this, having known him since before his brother's untimely death. You also knew Steven and Jake. You had grown to like and love each part of the man in front of you, the good and the bad.

Not that he ever noticed.

You could see him look into the mirror next to the dresser, locked in some sort of conversation before turning his eyes back to you.

“Steven wants to talk to ya,” he said, “he just wants to make sure you’re alright.”

“I don’t know,” you said unsure, “I don’t really want him to see me like this.”

“He just wants to make sure you’re ok, he’ll be fine, he’s tougher than we give him credit for.” He said. You nod, in that instance you see his demeanor shift into one that is more open, more…Steven.

Steven immediately went into full Steven mode. Fussing over you, making sure that you were set up and that your injuries tended to adequately. It took Steven some time to get adjusted to seeing blood and bruises regularly, however, once he did it turned out he had a natural gift for tending to people's needs.

“Oh dear,” Steven frets, already adjusting the pillow below your head to get you into a better position, “those wankers really did a number on you sweetheart.” You hold on to his hand and look at him.

“I’m fine Steven, really, let’s just not make this a habit hmn?”

Steven nodded in agreement before looking back at the mirror then back at you.

“Jake wants me to tell you that he’s sorry as well.”

“Really I’m fine Steven with a V,” You smiled and squeezed his hand to comfort him, “All I need right now I just need to sleep.” After that you bid your good nights before you fell asleep, slipping into the comfortable arms of dreamless sleep.

—

This is the fifth time.

Fucking fifth.

The first two times you were sure they were just accidents, the heat of the moment distracting them. Being cornered, taking most of the heat from your shared opponent while Marc and Layla did what they did best. They made sure to apologize after, promising that it wouldn’t happen again.

After the third you started to think maybe it was you.

Maybe if you were stronger, more durable, cleverer, it wouldn’t happen. If only you were smarter you wouldn’t get cornered on missions taking the brunt of it. So you began to brutally train your body, you ran yourself beyond the point of exhaustion.

The fourth time rolled around and only Layla noticed your state.

Marc said nothing.

He looked…disappointed.

This was the fifth time, you were slowly bleeding out from the deep gash from your leg, luckily the person missed any important muscles and vessels. You were left, again, alone while Marc and Layla were nowhere to be found. You assumed they were already back and were tending to themselves, or Marc tending to Layla more like it.

With each step you find your temper flaring with the searing pain. You could see what was going on now, clear as fucking day.

You were bait.

A goddamn distraction while Marc and Layla got in and got out unscathed or barely. Fire burned behind you as you came to the realization. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, with the burning rage settling in your gut your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly, nothing but complete sadness settled there. It hurts that no matter how much you’ve been there with him, love him, been both his confidante and his best friend. He would toss you aside for Layla.

Always Layla.

You loved her as well, You would’ve given your gun arm if it meant that she lived. You would’ve laid down your life for either of them.

And the most sick and twisted thing of all.

Was that even in the midst of your heartbreak and sorrow,

You still would.

—

Once the gash in your leg was healed enough you quietly grabbed your things. Some part of you wanted to say goodbye to Steven and Jake, you loved them and you had a feeling they didn’t have a part in this, that this was purely Marc.

You didn’t want to leave, but you knew if you stayed one day you wouldn't be so lucky. You had been lucky so far, they always missed something vital but that wasn’t a guarantee for next time. Next time you could be so seriously injured that you won’t be able to walk back to get what you need for treatment, you could die.

And you refused to die as someone's bait.

Once you reach the nightstand you find two pictures that haunt you now. One was a group photo of you, Marc, and Layla. The other was an old picture of you and Marc, you both were still children and nothing in the world mattered more than each other. The angry part of you wanted to smash it, leave the glass everywhere and leave. But the larger, more sentimental part wanted to keep these pictures, since despite everything you still loved them with all your heart.

You were so engrossed in the photos you didn’t notice the door opening.

“What’s this?”

You turned and saw the mess of dark curls leaning against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, the hardened look in his midnight eyes tipped you off.

Marc.

You look away from him, not being able to look at him longer. You stuffed the photos in your bag before moving on.

You reached the pair of jeans on the bed only for Marc’s hand to grab your wrist firmly.

“Stop,” He said you still refused to look at him, “What the hell are you doing.”

“What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” You asked shortly before yanking your arm away from him to continue. Before you could stuff more belongings your bag was suddenly halfway across the room, its contents spilling out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Spector?!” You raised your voice still not looking at him.

“Me?” He asked incrediously, “what the fuck is wrong with me, I’m not the one fucking leaving for no goddamn reason! I mean, you’re not even fucking looking at me!”

“You’re fucking rich y’know that?” You bitterly laughed, “so fucking rich.”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?”

“Because I’m fed up.” You said finally looking at him, “I’ve loved you, all parts of you, even the bits you're ashamed of and hate yourself for. I’ve never hid that fact, not even when we were children.” You admitted, “I resigned myself to the fact that you’ll never feel that way about me, I’m ok with that. I’m glad you love Layla, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful that Layla loves you the way you’ve always deserved to be loved. I can live with that, and I have been. However, something I can’t live with…is you using me as a pawn.”

Marc starts to open his mouth.

“Shut up,” you said, “I’m not done.” Marc closes his mouth.

“The first few times I didn’t think much of it, when really the red signs were right there. I just thought it was a mistake. Hell, at some point I blamed myself for not being stronger.” You could see his eyes fixating on anything but you after that sentence, “But when those people were hurting me, kicking my stomach until I coughed blood and my vision turned everything blurry, my ribs littered in fractures, and bleeding, and bruised. You were supposed to protect me, I’ve always understood Layla was your number 1 priority, but I was your friend, I’ve been your friend since the beginning. Does my loyalty and friendship mean so little to you?”

“No,” Marc said immediately, looking at you fiercely.

“No Marc,” You said, “you lie to me one more time I’m just fucking going.”

“It took me the fifth time to realize, you used me, you used me as a goddamn human shield so that Layla wouldn’t get hurt. You were perfectly ok with me getting stabbed and injured, but not Layla. Not your precious Layla…You didn’t even consider the fact that you knew all too damn well that if it ever came to it, I would die for her. I would do it happily, with a goddamn smile on my face because you’re not the only person who loves her. I would’ve done it for you as well you selfish asshole.” You gathered your bag and belongings from the floor, You didn’t even notice the shards of glass and broken picture frames littering the floor.

“I’m done,” you said, “I loved you, with everything I had in me I did. I would have given my life. But clearly that was one-sided.” You put your duffle strap over your body and made your way past him to the door.

You’re almost to the main door when your arm gets pulled back, and there’s Marc, his gaze hard but cracking.

“Don’t you leave me,” he said, his voice gruff and laced with fustration, “Don’t you fucking leave me.”

You yanked your arm out of his hold, “You think grabbing my arm will make me stay?” You were met with silence, you went to reach out for the doorknob when you felt his calloused hands hold yours softly. Completely different from two seconds ago.

“Please sweetheart,” Steven said, his voice soft and pleading, “we need you.”

You turned to Steven, you could see it in his eyes. He knew what was going on, but Marc kept him quiet. It wasn’t Steven’s fault.

You brought your hands to his face and wiped the tears that already had formed. You knew what Marc was doing, it was a low blow. Letting Steven front, hoping to change your mind. For him.

You gently kiss Steven’s eyelids. His salty tears coated your lips as you pressed your forehead against his.

“I don’t blame you my Steven with a V. I will miss you and Jake, and don’t you or him ever hesitate if you need anything. But I need time away from Marc.” Steven nodded, he sniffled and let go.

“Marc’s not happy ojos de angel,” Jake warned, “Steven and I will try to hold on to the body as much as we can. But when we slip, he will search for you. He will not stop.”

“Thank you Jake,” You thanked and gave him a peck on the cheek. “I will miss you.”

And with that you exited the flat and onto the busy streets of London, your heart breaking with every step. However, at some point, each step got easier, and for the first time you felt like you could breathe.

You felt like you could sleep.

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