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transmasc yuuta x gn reader. yuuta’s on T. And on prozac. And horny as hell. fingering+oral sex (yuuta receiving). banner by @/cafekitsune. wc 1.5K.
It’s somewhere smack dab in the middle of the night when you’re inevitably awoken by your boyfriend at your side. Yuuta’s always had trouble sleeping, that you knew even before you shared an apartment with him. But lately, the tossing and turning, the fidgeting, the getting out of bed to pace around the apartment or to go entertain himself in the living room—it’s all gotten more frequent, entirely out of hand. You blame it on his cocktail of prescriptions, but since they do more good than harm, the sleeplessness is just something you deal with.
And of course, the easiest way to deal with it, is to tire the guy out. Which, you excel at, to Yuuta’s relief.
“Baby, you’re still up?” You ask him, turning to your side as you peel your eyes open, adjusting to the darkness of the room. There’s just a sliver of moonlight that shines in from the gaps between the window curtain and the wall, and it perfectly illuminates Yuuta’s dark, sunken gaze. He looks at you with an expression that can only be described as guilty.
“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, his breathy voice soft and sweet, unlike your gritty, sleepy one. You reach over to his face, tucking a lock of his dark hair behind his ear and away from his face. He smiles sheepishly. “Can’t sleep again.”
“Anxious?”
Usually the culprit of his sleeplessness is anxiety, as he tends to overthink and ruminate in thought when he should be drifting off to bed. If not anxiety then it’s—
“Um… not tonight. Actually…”
There’s a bead of sweat at his temples. He gnaws on his bottom lip.
You smile when you decipher the needy look on his face almost instantly.
“Horny?”
He sighs, “Yeah, it’s just, you know—”
Of course you know. You lower your hand, rubbing it along his bare hip. He’s dressed in only a loose fitting t-shirt, as he does every night since his bottom growth really started to pick up (after several nights of complaining about the fabric of his boxers rubbing against his cock, you assured him you didn’t mind if he slept bottomless, and he’s been eternally grateful ever since). His gaze lowers bashfully as you squeeze his side.
“Why didn’t you wake me up, Yuuta?” You wet your lips, mouth still a little gummy from sleep, and lean into him. His breath hitches when your hand dips lower, brushing against his dick. “I am always down to help you”
“Feel bad asking,” he hums, your lips kissing at the corner of his mouth. He silently acquiesces to your touch, and you chase his mouth as he lays back against the mattress, spreading his legs for you. “Can’t wake you up at 3 am begging for you to touch me.”
“Who says you can’t?”
He doesn’t get a chance to answer you; your lips mould against his own, swallowing whatever he has to say. Your tongue swipes against his bottom lip, and the petals of his mouth part for you as you rub over his sensitive cock with your fingers. He hasn’t told you, but you’re sure he’s been rubbing the poor thing raw with how strangled his moan sounds against your lips. His hips buck into your touch, like a moth chasing flame.
“It’s—it’s sensitive,” Yuuta whines. You feel bad for Yuuta, in a way. The testosterone makes him horny as hell, but the prozac makes it so hard for him to cum. He’ll try and soothe himself but… no one does it better than you do. “P-please,”
“I know,” you dip your fingers lower, teasing at his entrance. When he isn’t needy like this, he’s so shy; he’ll close his legs bashfully and try and push you away. But when he needs your touch so desperately like he does now, he opens his legs even wider. “I’ll help you.”
You’re laying on your side, pressed up against Yuuta’s, as you kiss at his mouth and dip your fingers inside his cunt. You start with one finger at first, and delightfully feel his pussy squeeze your fingers when you start to suck at his tongue. He’s so reactive to everything you do, and something about it being dark and heavy from sleep makes it feel sexier. His breaths feel so loud in your ear, his moans even more so.
You slip another finger inside and he bucks his hips with every curl of your fingertips.
“Pretty boy, can you come for me?” You ask as he buries his face in the crevice on your neck. His cunt squeezes hard around you at the sound of the words pretty boy, pleased by your praise. Your arm that’s propping you up on the bed wraps around his neck, holding him close to you.
“Y-yeah,” he stutters, answering you even though you didn’t really need him to respond. “Wanna come for you...”
As you push your fingers deep into his pussy, his hand comes down to his cock, and with his fingers he strokes it in time with your movements. You feel his hips buck into your hand again, and with a smothered cry into your neck you feel his body tense up underneath you. Everything you touch feels so wet as he clamps down on you.
Did he squirt on you? You feel a wetness drip down onto your hand, as his pussy pulses around your fingers, and you surmise that he did.
You chuckle against his hair as he struggles to catch his breath. “I love making you come, baby.”
He sighs against your neck, wriggling as you pull out your fingers. “Thank you…”
You bring up your fingers to your lips as Yuuta pulls away from your neck. He’s laying against the pillow again, sweat making his hair stick to his face as his lungs still clamor for air. He watches you with a lidded, far away gaze as you suck his juices off your fingers.
“Love how sweet you are,” you smile, licking at the wetness on your palm. Even under the darkness of the scarce moonlight, Yuuta’s face is obviously flushed. “Can I clean you up?”
Yuuta rubs his hand against his shirt, sticky still from his release. He welcomes you as you shuffle around and properly hover over him, his knees hitching up to fit against your sides. Yuuta tastes himself when you kiss him, his sweet and tangy taste dripping off your tongue. Beneath his ribcage, his heart picks up pace as you groan against his lips. Kissing you makes his head feels so fuzzy, his skin buzzing with excitement.
He’s still on some other frequency as your kisses trail lower, first tracing the sharpness of his jaw, and then the lovely curve of his neck.
“Give me one more okay?” You tell him, squeezing his sides.
“Yeah—yeah, okay.” His chest heaves as you kiss down his body.
Quickly you make your way to his pelvis, and he all but screams when you wrap your lips around his cock. You tease the length with your tongue, running it up and down, and surely then you taste the tangy taste of his juices from before. You feel a hand on your head, Yuuta pushing you down against his body.
“Just like that,” he whines, arching up into your mouth. He’s pushing you down hard as he fucks your mouth, his cock gliding against your tongue. “Fuck, please,”
You begin to suck on his length, and his whole body shudders in response, thighs clamping down at the sides of your face. You know how much he loves this (and how easily he comes, too), so you keep going, even when you start to hear him whine “wait, wait”, reeling from the sensitivity.
You add your two fingers inside him again, pumping them and brushing up against his sweet spot. He gives up any pretense of holding back, and fucks himself on your fingers and your mouth, mouthing “please, please,” like a prayer.
He arches off the bed and clamps down around your fingers, coming for you a second time that night. You drink down every drop of release he gives you, moaning into his heat as he tightens his grip on your head. Releasing his cock you move lower, teasing your tongue into his cunt, and he releases and pushes at your head.
“Too much,” he croaks out, his voice hoarse from moaning, “ ‘s too much.”
You pull away and pepper kisses to his cunt, to his thighs. “Sorry, you’re just so cute when you come, pretty boy.”
“You are too,” he smiles lazily, feeling tired out from coming on your fingers. Finally. “You’re merciless though…” he adds with an exhausted chuckle.
You laugh as you crawl back up to his side, curling into him. “Just a little bit.”
“I’ll get back at you in the morning,” Yuuta yawns, nuzzling into your neck. “ ‘m tired now.”
“Im glad,” you kiss his cheek, watching as he drifts off to sleep, feeling satisfied that you could help your needy boyfriend once again.
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The fast and forbidden
Charles is a famous F1 driver with everything one could want: fame, fortune, and fans. But he is missing one thing. Being his new personal assistant changes everything for both of them.
— chapter 4 Both are conflicted after their intimate experience. What Charles’s jealousy makes him act in a way is wasn't recognized even from his friends
warnings: 18+, masturbating, jealousy, angst
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That night was wild. As i went back to my room I felt embarrassment linger on my insides and I pushed my back to the right apartment door as I shut them behind me as if that would stop me from being hunted just by what happened. It never ever crossed my mind that literally my boss would have seen me naked under any circumstances. The cold shower did not help me from overthinking practically anything, it felt like I’m not even in control of my thoughts. I groaned in displeasure and went to my bedroom. Staying quiet to perhaps hear something from his room and cursing myself for even doing that after what has happened. Getting in my bed didn’t quite help me, it made my feelings for Charles even worse.
The next day I wake up with sweat covering my body, I hold my chest as if something has convinced me this body is no longer mine because it wasn’t when was Charles touching me. His fingers laced on my hot skin and my legs trembling as if he is the owner of my body and my body is no longer mine. His sinful eyes full of uncertainty of what’s to come and I believe I’m going to shatter right at the spot I was sitting on my bed here in a hotel. His touch was getting lost in my soft skin, and I swear I felt something inside of me, something that was growing and when I looked down it was him, entering me again and again until I screamed and woke up from this dream.
I thought I’m going to be sick. This is a lot to take, and I cannot function like that on daily basis. If there is one thing that I’d love, is to be able leave this dream pass but it feels like I took the most out of the dream. And I seem to cannot go back.
A sound coming from my phone startled me till I jumped on the seat still covered in sheets. I stand up with a hold of breath to look of who is it. Part of me was scared it might be Charles and I would have to approach him. But instead, a little disappointment filled my body when I saw the guy from yesterday has messaged me. What was his name again? Ah yes, Patrick.
His comforting questions about my well being made me pause for a sec and made my body to relax. But it was soon replaced with anxiety. What am I supposed to do with this man now? I cannot shake the feeling of the..., dream, perhaps nightmare, I cannot say. I still have the perfect image of Charles on top of me doing all of those…. In and out movements. It makes me sick, and ashamed. God damn, I shouldn’t be dreaming about such things. But I shouldn’t be hard on myself that much, it’s enough that Charles was hard on me…literally.
I shake my head to somewhat shake the thought off and I finally saw clearly the words typed down on my phone again.
Hey! Yeah, I slept well.
I toss the phone on the couch again and make my way to a bathroom. In the mirror reflection I see flushed cheeks and dirty hair. How can someone have passionate sex and look good meanwhile? It was just a dream and yet I look like if I had truly experienced that. Maybe it is because it felt like that.
Charles’s POV
Charles couldn’t sleep immediately after YN has left. He didn’t understand why he was wide awake, but he caught himself afterwards he is still going back to the image of YN being naked in front of him in his bedroom. It made him feel some shivers running down his spine and he couldn’t judge if it is good or not. All his awareness was filled with her and after staring blanky on the ceiling he gave up on sleeping and went to bathroom to jerk himself off. He tried hard to not make it obvious to him that he had a certain image in front of his eyes in his mind, but he couldn’t hide it that well. He knew this delusional act and pretending wouldn’t last long. So, as he fell to his bed again, he felt a sudden emptiness in his body, and he fell asleep with the last thought of YN in the blank space he fell in his stomach.
Charles now has found himself in a cafeteria lobby with his friend Joris. As they were casually talking about tonight’s upcoming night out, he finally felt good about being able to think just about anything else but her. But it didn’t stay that long. As if Joris knew since the beginning there is something of with Charles related to YN, he took a good look at Charles before speaking up. Joris knew Charles has changed and that is why he even offered for a personal assistant position to take place, but his cold demeanor to her was something everyone saw. Either if it was Carla or Andrea. Everyone saw through him that it was a weird thing to watch at. And as so for Joris as one of his best friends, he wanted to push Charles to his limits.
‘I saw YN yesterday.’
Charles stuck a little in his movement before trying to smooth his behavior to a more relaxed one. Good for Joris he has and excellent eye for a detail and it didn’t run from his attention.
‘Okay. So what?’
Joris chuckled rather quietly and liked this game already. Pushing your best friend about a topic his friend is clearly passionate about was something thrilling. To be honest, there is a very fine line between passion and hate. And with hate there comes anger or resentment.
‘She was with a man. A fine man, luxurious car and stuff’
Charles stuck in his movement again but swiftly get back to his previous position. Now the chuckle left Joris’s lips. He was met with a furious gaze from his best friend as he asked.
‘What?!’
Joris laughed and tried so hard to hide it but failed. He put his fist in front of his mouth to mask it with a cough, but his eyes couldn’t lie.
‘Nothing, just nothing’
Charles didn’t like what was Joris doing. He is not dumb, he knew. But he wasn’t mad at Joris, he was frustrated with himself.
‘Well, she can do whatever she wants.’
Joris eyes went high on his forehead as he couldn’t believe Charles let himself be this obvious.
‘Something happened Charles?’
An awkward silence filled the space as a waitress approached their table to refill their drinks. Both acted as if nothing happened and Joris was getting curious if there was something more in this situation between those two. As the waiter left their table Joris made it clear what his intentions are with a loud cough and gesturing for Charles to talk.
Charles refused to give in and acted like a little bitch.
‘Nothing happened!’
He reached for his refilled drink just to spill it on his jeans and grunted in pure discomfort. Not just about jeans, but about his best friend pushing him. He took his mobile phone and went upstairs, leaving Joris in awe.
During the day Charles focused on trainings and both acted like the other didn’t exist. But as much as Charles has tried to forget about what is happening inside of him, the more he lingered back in thoughts to her.
YN POV
It made me sad to be in such a position. The last thing I thought was that Charles would be acting so cold towards me. On one side I get it that it’s for the best, because of what had happened, but I remember fondly his remark from the evening. What a shame you’re leaving. I really don’t know what to make out of that. It looked like he was toying with me. And I don’t like that. But at the same time, I am the ‘victim in here’. I was put in a vulnerable position and even though Charles has nothing to do with how badly I took this experience, he didn’t have to be so cold towards me. Not more then before. I wasn’t well aware why I feel this way, but I definitely didn’t like it. That is why I shift my focus on Patrick. I deducted since Charles is completely ignoring me, I will be free tonight, as the same as yesterday, what won’t be the same is my naïve brain leading me to his apartment.
I’ll pick you up at seven;)
As I was preparing the beautiful dress for tonight’s event with Patrick, I added some light blush on my cheeks that matched with my red lipstick going well with long gown dress, perfect for a night out in a luxurious restaurant with a handsome man. For the first time this day, I smiled softly to myself and put on high heels. With all the pain conflicting inside of me I forgot the pain of wearing heals. At least I gained something from this fiasco with Charles. Or whatever it is.
I reach for the door to head out and with the swift of air brushing my hair I see Charles with his fist in the eye level to knock, I suppose. I stay still and watch him in confusion.
‘Hi’
He made an awkward presence with his greeting; this was another level of confusion. How can one act to cold and then when they open their mouth, they sound like a lost tad?
‘You’re heading somewhere?’
I stopped the thinking cycle happening again in my head and composure well.
‘Well… yes? I was planning to head out, I assumed you don’t need me today.’
He titled his head and furrowed his eyebrows as If I had said the dumbest thing ever. I scoff internally.
‘And why did you assume that?’
That’s where he got me. I didn’t ask, He didn’t tell me. I was naïve again to think that. Or more of so it was his fault he did not say a thing. But I am under him and If I want to pursue my dreams, I need to have this job. At least to keep it for a month or two.
‘I’m sorry, I interpreted the message wrong. You need me for today’s evening I suppose?’
He just nodded and start with his eyes looking at me closely from head to toe. It was hot suddenly. *gulp*
‘I see you are ready already. Let me change and we can go,’
‘Where?’
He gave me a wink and left me speechless on the mid way from my room to the corridor. I was getting more and more mad at him. I gritted through my teeth and went inside to sit down and write a message to Patrick. I was sad at one point that I’m going to miss on this date.
Hey Patrick, I’m sorry, but work came into my plan for this evening. I would love to dismiss such obligation, but I cannot unfortunately:( xoxo.
Left with my thoughts, Charles opened his door and came out in full tux. He looked hot. And my mouth agreed since I had to fight it hard to not gape. Put yourself together.
‘Let’s go’
That’s all he said and there was just silence between us. I didn’t know where he is taking me, but I really didn't have much of a choice so instead I stayed silent till the full ride to the destination.
Another boring event. A lot of people, too many champagnes and too much obnoxious talk. Or am I just hateful? I couldn’t care less right now. All I wanted to be spared of this, but I guess I have some job to do here as Charles’s personal assistant, which I couldn’t quite put the finger on the reason for bringing me here.
As we stayed by side and observing what’s happening around us, some old man approached us. The next thing boiled my blood. Charles’s hand landed on my waist on the back and pushed me closer to him, just a little but it was known to me. I was too lost in confusion to say anything about it, plus I didn’t want to make a scene. Not because of Charles, but because of me. I prefer peace rather than conflicts. So, I obeyed and acted however I was supposed to do in this moment. It is not like anyone expected me to talk so I wandered around the room to see a familiar face. Patrick.
My eyes almost fell out and the anxiety that numbed my limbs was almost too much to bear. Patrick was clearly confused and did not understand. I started shaking my head as a try to tell him it is not what it looks like. He stayed looking at me but then took his focus on Charles. He eyed him up and down. I don’t’ know what I wanted in that moment, but I was clearly just stuck. My mind and my body.
‘Hey YN’
I turn my head around to see Joris. The anxiety level rose high, and I scarred looked on Patrick again, but he was fortunately not looking at my direction now.
‘Are you alright?’
I turned again to talk to Joris. Charles was aware Joris came in and he left the embrace on my back. I took this opportunity to escape to Joris instead.
‘Hi, sorry. I’m just overwhelmed.’
His eyes went straight to my back, looking straight through my middle and right back up.
‘I can see that.’
I shook my head and excused myself to go to the lady’s room.
*inhale* *exhale* again and again
Did it help? Temporarily. I escaped now but I cannot keep running from myself. I should have said something before. In the car on our way here. I should have said more to Patrick so this situation wouldn’t escalate to something bigger than it is. But what I know? I don’t know what Patrick thinks.
‘Whatever’
I got fed up with the same second and opened the doors to walk back, yet again, the same pair of green eyes hunting me everywhere.
‘What happened YN?’
At this moment I was feeling sorry for Charles. Because I was furious. And I raised my voice. At my boss.
‘What happened? You are asking me?’ I scoffed so hard it was visible for anyone to know how furious I am, ‘You’re the one who should be answering that question! What was that about huh? The touching? Holding my waist?’
Charles’s eyes showed conflict and fear as he didn’t know how to react. This was the first time I saw him not knowing what to do or say, his confidence far away from him now.
‘I- ‘
‘WHAT’
He shut his mouth immediately and looked mad. I exhaled and let my shoulders to fall to relax.
‘I’m sorry for raising my voice at you.’
Charles was still silent, but no in his mind. There was clearly something happening. He opened his mouth but shut it again.
‘YN?’
We both turned our gaze to the right to see Patrick. In the field of my eyes, I saw Charles’s composure to stiffen, and his face hardened.
‘And you are doing what exactly?’
A visible mockery in his voice lingered its way to Patrick who stopped walking towards me, confusion transformed to disgust and took a defensive composure.
God help me.
#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc x you
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i just read your svt shoelace scenario and it's so cute! idk if you're taking requests but if you are can you please do a "svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro" scenario? if you're not feel free to ignore!
thankyou !! i am totally taking requests pls feel free to ask :)
{ also i hope i interpreted your request properly ㅠㅠ im overthinking as usual }
svt reacting to their s/o calling them bro
cheol - he would be shocked and so offended like "bro??? me?? what?? i'm not your bro what are you talking about?? tchh bro? seriously? what happened to 'babe'? 'baby'? 'cheollie'? 'the love of my life'?" goes on a whiney rant about how he is not your bro, he is your baby and won't drop it for two weeks and only responds to you with "ok bro" so you know how it feels
jeonghan - he didn't realise what you said and would reply as if nothing had happened. that is not in your usual vocabulary so it went straight through him but in the middle of the night he would wake up in a cold sweat muttering "bro.. she called me bro?" and would text you right then at 3am to never call him bro again. creepy asf.
joshua - would suddenly look up at you with those big eyes and confused smile ("huh?") which made you super embarrassed because why is he looking at you like you have committed terrible crimes and now you are running away and oh god he's chasing after you
jun - you were eating together and he would burst into laughter but when he sees you're not laughing he slowly realises that this was serious business and he just points to himself with a mouth full of food saying "me? i'm your bro?"
hoshi - oh great what have you done. now he only calls you bro. "hey my bro ! <(￣︶￣)>". yep. the rest of the members think you two have somehow regressed back to the friendzone with hoshi being happier than before??
wonwoo - is shocked and sweetly asks why you said bro, but you can't explain and he has the biggest grin on his face, chuckling because it was so absurd and he can't get over it. it's so funny to him that he tells all the members and he never forgets it. one of his fondest memories of you
woozi - the atmosphere is so tense after it slipped out of your mouth but suddenly he bursts out laughing and folds in half "you actually... actually just called me bro..!? i can't... can't believe it PSHAHAAA" between wheezes . funniest thing to him
dk - would hit him like a ton of bricks "is that what i am to you? a bro?" and is so upset you're basically begging on your knees for him to forgive you but he can't even hear anything you're saying because he's trying to figure out what he did wrong in your relationship for you to call him bro so nonchalantly .. heart brocken fr 💔
mingyu - you can tell it's echoing around his mind as he's off staring into space in absolute disbelief.. you start laughing at his dumbfounded expression so he starts smiling in confusion, "what? what was that? why did you say that? tell me!" and you have collapsed because his reaction is so funny. he's all whiney and rolling around on the sofa because he is so hurt
minghao - i think he would somehow turn it into a psychological thing and ask why you think of him as your brother and if you had any good brotherly figures growing up to try to figure out what is going on for you to call him bro. basically he would use it as an excuse to understand you more cuz he lovs u
seungkwan - would drop everything to judge you with that look in his eyes and the pressure would be so intense that you immediately apologise. he is never letting this go. occasionally calls you bro just to embarrass you because he loves seeing you all worked up
vernon - "sup bro". "sup" . thats it. sorry but he would be so unbothered. starts dapping you up every time he sees you followed by a lil kiss.
dino - half-jokingly goes "was that a mistake? im letting you off this time. watch your back" and does the 'i'm watching you' finger eye point thingy(?) while backing out of the room and when he's out of view he runs to the bathroom to let out his laughter because he can't believe how weirdly cute you were. talks to himself in the mirror about it.
#svt imagines#svt scenarios#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenariios#svt fluff#svt reactions#seventeen reactions#seventeen ot13#scoups#jeonghan#joshua#jun#hoshi#wonwoo#woozi#dk#mingyu#the8#seungkwan#vernon#dino
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I just read this and 🥹🥹
https://www.tumblr.com/lovelettersforthedamned/736383346194694144/okay-this-request-might-be-a-little-specific-and
Could you do a part two?? Where Peter finally knows from her telling him because he’s still worried something is wrong between?
The Parkers
--genre: FLUFF, slight angst
--pairing: husband!tasm!peter parker x pregnant!wife!reader
--word count: 0.9k
--warnings: language, reader is pregnant, anxiety, one mention of nausea, FLUFF, peter loves his wife and her overthinking so much.
lowkey was waiting for someone to ask for a part two because i love this fic so much...
It was half past nine when you and Peter decided to head back home. The party was winding down, and after a cleaning up, May seemed like she was ready to hit the hay as well. With one last hug for everyone left in the living room, Peter leads you out the front door.
As soon as the two of you stepped into the night, a shiver ran up both of your spines. A quick glance at each other signaled that it was absolutely freezing. Peter immediately pulls you into his side and starts to rub his hand along your arm at a fast pace, a simple attempt at trying to warm you up. You giggle at his action, looking up at him and his now rosy cheeks, admiring your husband.
You must have not noticed how long you were silent, Peter broke it, “You sure you’re alright, bug?” Peter still thinks that there’s something wrong between the two of you. The thought was eating him alive as you’ve been silent the entire walk home.
Your body tenses at his question, and with you still pulled into his side, he felt it too. May’s get-together was a good distraction from the very real situation you’ve found yourself in, and Peter's question brought back all the anxiety you felt earlier today.
The hairs on his arms raised at the sudden nervousness radiating off of you. Even though your anxiety is urging him to speak, he allows you the time to respond. “Oh–um…Yeah, everything’s alright. I just need to talk to you about something,” your voice wavering, didn’t help either your or Peter’s feelings right now.
Peter clears his throat, “Yeah, what’s going on?”
All of a sudden, you feel hot. Even a thin sheen of sweat appears on your brow, but the last thing you want is for Peter to let go of you. Your pace slows as you muster up the courage to tell him about everything, the test, the nausea, the conversation with Miriam, all of it. “Peter, I-I’m,” you take a sharp and deep breath, not daring to look anywhere but the pavement, “I’m pregnant.”
And still, with the words leaving the tightness of your throat, you still don’t feel any better. As you wait for any sort of response from Peter, you feel worse.
You finally pry your eyes away from the gray cement and to the warm brown eyes of your husband. You two look at each other for a prolonged moment. You’re so nervous, but you can’t bear to pull yourself out of the trance of Peter’s eyes.
You sigh, as you begin to speak, more like ramble, again, “Fuck, I know I should have told you as soon as I found out this morning, but I was, still am, nervous. And I also know I have no reason to be nervous, especially around you, but everything about this scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me so excited? I just have a lot of emotions right now, and I don’t know how to–.”
You're quickly enveloped in a bone-crushing hug, Peter rocking you two back and forth. He lets go of you as he brings both of his hands up to your face, “I’m gonna be a dad?”
His entire reaction throws you off guard as you look at his features, “Uh…yeah, Pete. You’re gonna be a dad.”
A little giggle leaves his mouth before he leans his head down to kiss you softly, but passionately. The tenseness in your shoulders dissolves as you kiss him back. You two probably look crazy to others walking or driving down the street, but neither of you cared for them.
With one last peck, Peter pulls away from your lips with a wide smile on his face. He brushes a stray hair that fell into your face behind your ear as his eyebrows furrow, “Why were you so nervous baby?”
“I don’t know,” you start, “I know that we’ve talked about kids before, but now, it’s real and I didn’t know how you were going to react.”
“Oh, bug. I will always stand by you and with you through whatever life throws at us. This is pretty big, but I fully believe that you’re capable of amazing things like being a mother, and with me, raising a family. I love you so so much (Y/N). Forever and ever.”
Peter always can bring a tear to your eye just off the way he loves you. You never knew how much you could love someone until you met Peter, and you were silly for ever thinking that his love for you would dull due to something like this.
“You know, Miriam caught onto me earlier today?”
He leads you into a casual stroll as he recoils in disbelief, “No way. You just found out, how could she know?”
You shrug, “Said she could ‘see it in my face’.”
Peter laughs, grabbing ahold of your hand, and giving it a soft squeeze, “Maybe she’s magic…You know, May said that she once knew if her patient’s baby was a boy or a girl. And she was right.”
“Well,” you look at your husband, “we know who we need to go to when one of us wants to buy a lottery ticket!”
--author's note: EEEKKK!!! YAY A PART TWOOOO!!!!! peter loves reader so much omg its sickening. i need to write dad!peter more bc damn, i need him. be sure to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you see. my asks/inbox is open to send requests!!! ok, bye ily<3333
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bakeoff sparks fly au
✭ — summary: despite being back home for the holidays, sofia can't stop thinking about rutger
✭ — warnings: manic baking, overthinking
✭ — a/n: sofia is going through it
✭ — word count: 0.88k
This was the first time since the summer that all three Fantilli kids were back in Toronto, all sleeping under the same roof. Michigan was now on winter break and the 4 day holiday freeze was in effect in the NHL. It didn’t take long for the three siblings to fall back into their regular habits, playing board games whenever they got the chance, as well as heading to the ODR and playing unregulated games of hockey.
“Sof, you up?” Sofia heard Adam’s voice come through the door.
Despite being almost noon, Sofia was not up, using the break as a way to catch up on her sleep schedule. She groaned loudly, pulling her comforter over her head. She heard the door click open and her bedding ripped off her bed, exposing her body to the cold air.
“Adam!” She whined, grasping for her comforter.
“Luca and I are going shopping wanna come?” Adam asked, holding the bedding out of her grasp.
“Are you guys not done Christmas shopping yet?” Sofia asks
“I am, but Luca forgot a gift for Dad.” Adam tells her.
Sofia rolls her eyes. “No, I’m gonna stay in and wrap some presents.”
Adam drops her bedding, allowing Sofia to wrap herself in her blankets. “Text me if you need anything.” He says, leaving her room.
Sofia attempts to fall back to sleep but finds herself completely awake. She forced herself out of bed and headed downstairs to get breakfast.
It didn’t take long before the thought of him was back. The entire time Sofia had been home, memories of Rutger haunted her. Random reminders of him would come to mind, summoning the memories of her rejection. Her hands would begin to sweat, her heart beating at an unusual pace.
Every time she thought of him, she was reminded of the rejection. Because it wasn’t just a rejection. Rutger, at the same time, rejected Sofia and made her feel small. Like she was her brother's annoying little sister. Sofia hated how much he was occupying her mind.
When Luca and Adam come through the front door, they’re met with the strong smell of vanilla and loud music. Pulling off their shoes, they venture to the kitchen only to be met with chaos.
There are various ingredients scattered on the counters, with dishes stacked in the sink. In the middle of everything is Sofia, her pinstripe apron that was once a gift from Luca and Adam is covered in flour, her hair thrown up into a claw clip. Zach Bryan is blaring through her phone while she’s whipping something in a bowl.
“Sof!” Adam calls to her, finally drawing her attention as she hadn’t noticed they’d come home.
“Hey!” She grins.
Suddenly there’s a timer going off, sending Sofia to the oven. She puts on a pair of oven mitts, removing a tray of cookies from the oven.
The pair of brothers exchange a slightly worried look. They recognize this behaviour but it seems misplaced. Sofia has a habit of baking when she’s stressed or anxious. She baked during her high school exams and just before Adam was drafted. When she stress bakes, she goes HAM. She bakes four or five different things, from muffins to cookies, and often a type of bread.
However, to Luca and Adam, she had no reason to be stressed. She was done with exams and had gotten her marks back indicating a successful semester.
“Sof, what are you doing?” Luca asked.
“Baking!” Sofia smiles. “I’ve got shortbread cookies baking in the oven, some gingerbread cookies that I’m letting cool before frosting— ooh! You guys can help decorate if you want! And then the dough for cinnamon rolls is rising in the fridge.”
Sofia resumes her task of cutting out gingerbread men figures, singing aloud to ‘Revival’.
“What’s wrong with her?” Adam asks Luca, keeping his voice low so that Sofia wouldn’t hear.
“I’m not sure… she was fine yesterday.” Luca tells him.
The boys take off their coats, heading up to Adam’s room to wrap presents and figure out what’s wrong with Sofia.
“I have nothing, she was fine when we came home, she hasn’t baked or even cooked until today.” Luca told Adam.
Adam shook his head. Something was wrong with his sister. “What about at school? Did something happen?” He asked.
Luca thought back to Halloween. “Well…”
“Well, what? What happened?” Adam pried.
“It was just…at a Halloween party, this dude was harassing her but nothing happened. Rutger intervened and fucking almost fought the guy for her,” Luca explained. “But that was way back in October, it couldn’t still be bothering her.”
“Listen, dude, if she keeps this up after I’m gone, you need to talk to her.” Adam tells him.
“She won’t tell me, why don’t you ask her now?” Luca asked.
“C’mon, man. We both know which one of us she goes to when she’s upset.” Adam says.
Sure, Adam and Sofia were twins and often found solace in the other, however, Sofia always found that her older brother always knew what to say. Luca was the one she turned to whenever she needed advice or guidance. Adam was right, out of the two of them Luca was more likely to get any answers out of Sofia.
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a little crush
(ot11) when he has a crush on someone (specifically, you)(request hehe thank you!!)
notes: headcanons yet i write a whole FIC for each of them LMAO sorry!! and for the anon who requested like a whole month ago IM so sorry i am working on it, i didnt see it until yesterday :(
word count: 2k
sangyeon
the tough guy
believe me when i say that this dude will put on the dumbest tough persona on
like as soon as he realizes that he has a crush, he cannot handle any of his feelings
so whenever he’s around he just… sort of puffs his chest out and does that stupid deep voice thing
“oh yeah i definitely enjoy that movie.” his throat is STRAININGGG “we should you know… *coughs* see it together some time.”
“is your voice okay?”
like bro already has a deeper voice and he makes it lower?? to seem cooler? like man you sound like kermit the frog but okay
but other than that, since his love language is acts of service, he utilizes that so much
almost too much
like if you’re thirsty, he suddenly shows up with smoothies of every single flavor
and if you ever question why, he says some dumb thing like
“im rich”
like ???????? okay????? good for you????
anyway, just know that he tries to put this tough guy thing on but if you ever so give him any affection, he will melt into putty
jacob
the overthinker
he’s just so sweet i don’t even know how to describe it
like when he realizes, it doesn’t really change anything for him. he just thinks oh!!! that’s why i was sweating around them haha
but i feel that he starts to overthink everything
because he likes a person of course he wants to treat them 10x better
but hes scared
he wants to hold your hand! and so he does. very. slowly.
like he’s um that sloth from zootopia. and you notice and you stare at him weirdly like
“do you want to hold my hand or something?”
“what!!! no!! definitely not!!” and then he will blush and pout ADORABLY. “maybe i do,” he would whisper under his breath
and it’s so hard to resist him so you just grab it for him. and he kind of just explodes
and as you’re walking together he will STILL overthink
like he’d bombard you with questions. “is my hand too sweaty? too hot? do you want to let go?”
maybe shush him up with a kiss (WHAT)
anyway, he just panics a lot, i think. so best to soothe him or he might just combust
younghoon
the softy
initially, when he thought of you just as a friend, he liked to tease you a lot. like a bunch of jokes and insults
but after he comes to the realization that he might have a crush on you, he starts treating you with utmost care
and it kind of scares you at first
“aren’t you supposed to be bullying me?”
“me? no never! who said?”
“said the same younghoon like a week ago.”
but it doesn’t mean that the caring side of him isn’t the cutest thing ever. like it’s so cute that you might just question how much sweeter he would be as a… boyfriend
what!! snap out of it!
he’s just naturally a very observant person and knows exactly what you would need
if your eyes are drooping from exhaustion, he would shyly lend you his shoulder to sleep on
a really great pillow. falling asleep on him is now your guys’ new thing. and he loves it
sometimes he’ll take a selfie of you asleep on his shoulder and he’ll stare at it for hours
hyunjae
the jokester
when i tell you that hyunjae is the opposite of younghoon
at first, he’s a bit more serious. of course he has his jokes, but he’d rather treat you with politeness
but once he figures out that he might have a crush!!! he kind of loses his mind
he knows that he’s not good at hiding his feelings, his blushing, his sweatiness, his everything
so how does he cover it up? jokes. very obnoxious jokes.
like bro will not leave you alone. of course, he never does anything downright mean, but he does enjoy teasing you
but always after the teasing, he’s completely genuine again
like if you dress up one day he’ll say “look who’s dressed up? trying to impress someone?”
and when you get bothered or flustered, he will give you a sweet smile and he’s quick to reassure you
“you look very nice today. im sorry” he will blush and laugh sheepishly
sometimes though, he gets a bit too much
like if he’s getting really really loud, all you have to do is lean closer to him
his eyes would widen and he will be quiet REAL fast (gotchu!!!!)
he will stutter and pull away and he will not talk for the next 30 minutes with how dazed he is
he gets dazed very often. if you laugh he’s in a trance. you smile and he’s smiling back with GOOGLY EYES (like how he does to chanhee LMAO)
juyeon
the clumsy one
he’s such a fool
like that’s just it
when it comes to him that he likes you, oh he doesn’t know how to act
and since he’s already clumsy, when around you he’s like 100x time clumsier
like if you guys are walking together and you laugh or smile, he’s so busy staring at you that he trips on the sidewalk
and then he has a bloody nose
and then he’s overthinking so much he’s like oh my god oh my god my crush hates me now
but once you reassure him that you still like him he will relax again. in fact he’s just too cute to resist
he definitely tries his best. sometimes he wants to get you something good to eat. he will spend so much money for you
and when he gives it to you, you’re allergic. nothing works out for him and he’s spiraling again
“i’m so sorry” he would whine. “i didn’t know”
“shh it’s okay” you would laugh. bonus points if you press a quick kiss to his hand and he will be stuttering forever
kevin
the natural lover
he is the most natural out of everyone. when he figures out why he’s been so nervous around you, he doesn’t actually change much
he’s still nervous but he isn’t going to fall down stairs for you or anything
but he is going to start giving gifts a lot more. like anything that reminds him of you he will be buying
especially his art!!!! (yk how much i love artist kevin)
like you know how artists don’t tend to draw other people when asked? if you ask him oh he will gladly oblige
he will have you posing so ridiculously and he will be drawing to the best of his ability
“you’re so focused that you’re tongue is poking out.”
he would laugh nervously “oh really? i just… want this to turn out good.”
and when he gives it to you it’s just so beautiful. like it’s so beautiful and colorful and it makes you wonder is this how he sees you??
okay so now he’s blushing. it’s his art what would one expect?!
but compliment his skills and he will definitely be giggling himself to sleep.
his sketchbook is full of you from every angle btw
chanhee
the moment capturer
chanhee seems to be a lot more somber about it
he’s genuinely not so sure if he would ever have a chance with you
so yk what he does?? he takes pictures
he loves to take pictures of other people with his camera
so when he realizes he has a crush, he will bring his camera with him whenever he’s with you
“smile.”
“you took like fifty pictures already!”
“never enough” he would stick his tongue out
he loves capturing you doing anything. eating, smiling, anything
and once at home, he will look through the pictures and laugh to himself about how nice you look
sometimes he’ll send some to you and you’ll tell him to delete them
he keeps them anyway
and at some point if you ever so leave him, at least he’ll have the memory
bro someone needs to tell him he has a chance
he’s so hopeless TT
like it isn’t the end of the world, he just needs to confess LMAO he's just scared
changmin
the runaway
when he realizes that he has a crush he will flee from you immediately
he’s afraid and doesn’t want to take it face on
so whenever you try to be near him, he will flinch away
he doesn’t want his feelings to interfere with you, he doesn’t want to bother you
but don’t worry!! as soon as you talk to him about it, he will be ALL OVER YOU in a second
though of course, he’s still a little bit more cautious then before, he puts more feeling behind his touch
he used to only hug you as a joke or to bother you
but now, he hugs you when his feelings are too strong
“wh-what are you doing?” you ask when he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug
HES SO ADORABLE he’ll just bury his face into like your shoulder and BLUSHHHH
“im just… happy with you.”
AWWWWWWW he becomes so genuine
same thing with holding hands. he used to grab it to pull you closer from a passing car. but now he does it because he believes your hands are cold without his
it’s summer time.
but don’t remind him
haknyeon
the treater
haknyeon’s love language is showing you all the places he enjoys
he already does this with you but that would be like a weekly thing
after realizing, oh boy it becomes a daily thing…
like everyday, he shows up at your place and is like
“let’s go i know a good ice cream place”
“it’s like 6 am”
“but there’s usually a long line there!”
he just loves treating you to things. when he treats you to food, he will watch with an adorable smile when you try out his recommendation
or when he takes you shopping, he will always give you compliments when you try on clothes
and after, he will buy it for you !!!!
no matter if it’s super expensive or not, he just wants to see you smile
when you catch onto the change in his behavior, he will not deny it
he will definitely be shy about it but eventually he will tell you the truth with a shy smile
sunwoo
the shy boy
ik that a lot of peoples impression is that when he likes someone, he will be a big flirter
but really he’s only flirty when he thinks of you as a friend OR when hes already dating you
in between, where he has a crush on you oh my god hes the shyest cutie youll ever see
like say he’s handsome and he cant breath for the next hour
or if you ever so smile he will be sitting next to you trying to hold in his giggle
“*covering his face with his hands* you’re so…. AGH” and you stare at him like he’s insane
you may be confused but it slowly becomes more and more obvious
like just test it out! grab his hand and he’s biting his lip so hard to hold in his smile
like once he was smiling so hard he fell backwards in his chair
he was MORTIFIED
eric
your best friend
this dude is genuinely the most confusing guy you’ll ever meet when it comes to feelings
like he has a crush on you but hes also a huge coward
so yk what he does
he friendzones himself
like BRO??
like if he does anything remotely romantic he will literally be like “oh this is what friends do!!”
like one time he literally kissed the top of your head
you ask why
“its because we’re best friends” HUH??
like no two bffs do that cmon bro fess up
but if you confront him he will never lie
hes not capable of lying hes like an honest puppy
so he will slowly begin to stop friendzoning himself
like when he intertwines fingers with you
now he says, “i enjoy being with you.” with the sweetest smile
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Little prince | Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader
Summary: after revealing that you were pregnant with Nikolai's child, you never thought of having birth to his children.
Requested? Yes: so maybe the starkov!reader is pregnant with child number you decide. And the birth, just like Hyacinth and Baelons birth, gets really difficult. And the healers don‘t know what else to do, but to cut the child out of her. And they want Nikolai to decide. So lots of angst, but with a happy ending and maybe her powers helping her and screaming at the healers, because I am quite sure this is something she would do.
A/N: i am actually hooked of combining the HOTD and shadow and bone lmao. This is an AU for the calm before the storm.
also y/s/n = your son name
Warnings: childbirth, blood and gore.
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Ever since you had told him that you were pregnant, Nikolai felt happy. Then he felt scared and doubted everything what he was doing and started to wonder if he would be a great father to his children.
He didn't want them to grow up like he did at the palace or that the children would be treated badly. He just wanted to be a perfect father like any children would wish.
It was your second time to give birth since Baelon was the first one to heir the throne after Nikolai and he couldn't grow worried for you. The first one was already bad enough and he had the fear if the childbirth was going to be wrong this time.
''I can hear you overthinking,'' You spoke and rolled your eyes when you saw him looking lost into the window of Ravka. Nikolai had finished his meeting with Alina and Zoya about how they were going to remaps everything now the Fold was gone and how to reunite the rest of the worlds.
You knew that he had been stressed out lately, especially now when Baelon have to be taught his duties and now that you were pregnant with his second child. ''Everything is going to be fine,'' You assured him and approached him by the window. ''I really doubt that,'' You heard him mutter and turned to look at you before his eyes trailed over to your belly.
Nikolai let out a heavy sigh before placing one of his hand onto your stomach and felt the baby kick. ''At least someone is excited to see father,'' You amused and felt the baby kick several times as Nikolai haven't moved his hand away yet. Nikolai chuckled.
''What did the healers say this time?'' Nikolai asked and looked at you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder for comfort. ''That the baby is heathy and strong,'' You replied and looked at Nikolai, who still looked uncertian.
''He will be fine,'' You replied as he let out an heavy sigh.
Although, it wasn't fine at all. Your birth took you by surprise during a meeting and you didn't had time to process at all before all the maidens and the healers carried you to the chambers to prepare for his arrival.
Zoya had to get Nikolai away under a meeting and stormed inside of the room when he saw you on the bed, filled with pain, sweat, and tears as he heard you scream. It broke him when he heard those painful screams.
''Breathe, moya tsaritsa,'' You heard one of the maidens tell you in front of you. You gasped and took a breath in before letting out a scream through your lips. ''Where's Nik?'' All you could say before you felt Nikolai grab your hand for comfort. ''I'm here,'' You heard him say softly as the maidens tried to wipe the sweat off you and make you comfortable as possible.
However, Nikolai noticed the distress on the healer in front of him and he grew worried. ''What's wrong?'' He demanded with a firm voice as the healer looked. ''Moi Tsar...'' The healer stuttered and you looked at them with concern before you felt the pain coursing through your body.
It felt like that every inch of your bones were about to snap in pieces.
''Something is wrong with the baby...'' The healer began to say and you wanted to rip the man heads off at that moment. ''What do you mean?'' Nikolai asked, the concern growing larger by the minute in his body and the gut grew.
''We need to cut her open, the baby isn't going to survive if she keeps pushing,''
''The last time we spoke you told our baby was healthy,'' You snapped at him while panting hard before letting a groan. ''Y-yes, I know, Moya Tsaritsa but all childbirth gets difficult...''
''What are your suggestions?'' Nikolai cut him off. ''We need to cut her off if you want the baby to survive,''
''Is there anymore options?''
''I'm afraid not, Moi Tsar,'' The healers responded. ''The choice is all yours,'' Nikolai thought for a moment before he looked at you, who was still in pain and with tears storming down on your cheeks. He didn't want to hurt you but it was all he could do to cut the baby out of you. He didn't want to loose you and the baby, but what choice did he have?
''Do it,'' Nikolai responded with a firm voice and looked at the healer.
''Nik,'' You warned him before letting out a painful gasp. ''It's for the best, you're hurting the baby and the baby is hurting you,'' He replied and you looked at him before shaking your head frantially.
You saw the healer grabbing a sharp small knife and you tried to protest your way out before Nikolai held you tightly on the bed with the help of the others. ''No, please!'' You screamed before you felt the sharp pain through your stomach.
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Nikolai stared at the baby who slept soundlessly in his arms. He had your eyes and he for sure knew that he would have the blonde hair from his father when he would grow older. He heard footsteps coming through the room and saw his other son approaching carefully with curious eyes.
''Wanna meet your brother?'' He asked with a smile and saw y/s/n walking towards him. Nikolai grabbed a chair so that he could be on his level. ''What's his name?'' y/s/n asked.
''Baelon,'' Nikolai answered.
''Hello, Baelon, I'm y/s/n and are your older brother,'' He spoke and looked at the small baby in his arms. A knock sounded in the room and he turned around where he saw Genya in the doorframe.
''She's awake,'' Genya spoke before approaching him. ''I'm going to see your mother, stay with Genya for a while, alright?'' He asked y/s/n who nodded.
Nikolai walked back to the chambers where he saw one of the maidens holding a washcloth and patted on your forehead slightly. They saw Nikolai before walking out of the room, you turned around and saw the small figure in his hands.
''Wanna meet him?'' Nikolai asked and approached you by the bed. You nodded as Nikolai handed Baelon to you. ''How are you feeling?'' He asked and looked at you with concern.
''I'm fine, i'm just weak, but I think my powers helped me heal a little during the time,'' You replied in a weak voice. ''I'm sorry,'' He apologized.
''I know it wasn't my decision to choose-''
''But you were right,'' You replied and looked at him. ''We could've lost him, you and y/s/n could've lost me too,'' You told him and looked at him with assurance.
Nikolai placed a small kiss on your forehead as the two of you heard the door creak open. You and Nikolai turned around where a small head popped out and you saw y/s/n hiding with his face behind the door.
''Wanna say hi to your brother?'' You spoke with a small smile. You saw his face lit up before walking toward the bed as Nikolai helped him to get up on the bed. You chuckled toward y/s/n at his enthusiasm as the three of you cuddled with each other while welcoming Baelon into the world.
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parenthood blurb: february plans (pt. 2)
a/n: happy valentine's day, besties! i hope this is decent, im pretty happy with it. please leave me some love if you can!! reblogs are always appreciated. xoxo
warnings: kissing, implied smut, alcohol consumption, intoxication
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“Rafe, how am I even supposed to pack for a trip if I don’t know where we’re going?”
You groan as you stand in your closet, staring at all of your possible outfit options. The only thing Rafe has told you is that the two of you are going on a trip, and he wants the rest to be a surprise.
He appears in the doorway of the closet with a smirk on his face. He leans against the doorframe, looking unbelievably sexy in his gray sweatpants, which drives you even more crazy for an entirely different reason.
“I told you,” he grins, “Only sweats and leggings. Whatever you’re comfortable in, bring it.”
“But—”
He stands up off the wall and steps into the closet, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.
“No overthinking,” he says, then kisses the tip of your nose, “Just pack. Warm socks and pajamas. A toothbrush.”
“Ha ha,” you playfully shove him away, “When are you going to pack?”
“Already done,” he says as he exits the closet, already off to go check on the kids, “Love you!”
“Love you, too,” you grumble, tossing a pair of sweatpants toward your open duffle bag reluctantly.
The following morning, you say goodbye to the kids and finish getting ready while Rafe drops them off at Rose and Ward’s. They agreed to watch the kids while the two of you were away, and when you asked Rose to tell you where Rafe’s taking you, she just shook her head.
Given Ward granted Rafe permission to use the Cameron Development plane for the two of you to travel, he truly doesn’t have to tell you, and it’s not like you have any type of ticket to go off of. You huff and cross your arms over your chest as Rafe grabs your bag from the truck and locks it behind him, chuckling at your attitude. He leads you toward the plane, and you have no choice but to follow him toward the tarmac.
“You look sexy when you do that,” he calls over his shoulder.
You scoff, “Stop flirting with me. I want to know where we’re going.”
“Baby, can you please just let me surprise you?”
You sigh, but you give in. You can’t help yourself. With everything he’s done — everything he’s doing — you decide to let him have this one.
You follow him onto the plane with no further complaints. He sets your bags up, then offers you a seat by the window, which you accept.
“Want a drink?” he asks, kneeling beside you.
“Water’s fine,” you reply, letting your eyes close when he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.
“No way. We have champagne.”
You laugh and nod your head, telling him that you’re okay with that. He stands up once more and you stare out the window while he steps away, looking out at the tarmac. You can’t help but think about the very first time you ever stood here. Rafe was leaving to go to the Bahamas, and you really, really didn’t want him to. Now, all of that feels like an entire lifetime ago.
“Here, sweetheart,” he murmurs, offering you a flute of champagne.
“Are you trying to get me all liquored up before you take me away and dispose of my body?” you tease, accepting the campagne with a scrunch of your nose.
“Yes, you caught me,” he rolls his eyes playfully, then kisses your forehead, “I have to go talk to the pilot. Be back.”
“Tell him I’d prefer to be left in the mountains rather than dumped into the ocean,” you call, listening to him snicker.
“Noted,” he replies over his shoulder.
You take down more of the champagne as you sit and wait, letting your brain wonder. With Rafe, you know you’ll never be able to predict his next move. You’ll never be able to tell what he’s thinking when it comes to you, so you don’t even bother to try. Instead, you resign to not knowing, and you drain the rest of the alcohol from the glass.
When Rafe returns, he fills your glass once more, then pours one for himself. You smile as he sits beside you and sets his hand on your thigh, then whispers that the plane will be taking off in a few minutes. Instead of prodding him with trivial questions about where you’re going, you just lay your head on his shoulder and sip your drink, allowing him his moment of fun.
“I can’t believe we’re actually getting some time away,” you whisper, “No sick kids, no last minute work things. We’re getting it together, huh?”
Rafe laughs, “Yeah, we are. We deserve some time away.”
“We do,” you agree, grinning with an idea when you look up and see him staring down at you in admiration, “And I get you all to myself.”
His eyes widen slightly as you lean in and press little kisses into the crook of his neck. He starts to squirm, and you have to contain your laughter at how easy it is to get to him.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, “As much as I’ve thought about it, the plane isn’t that big, and I’ve known our pilot my entire life.”
You chuckle and pull back, giving him a peck on the lips as you go, “Right. Sorry.”
He shrugs as he tucks his arm around you, “Don’t be. I liked it.”
You land after another glass and a half of champagne and half an hour of gawking at the thin layer of snow on the ground. Rafe laughs as he leads you off of the plane, holding your hand in one of his, and both of your bags in the other.
There’s a black car waiting for the both of you, and Rafe is quick to usher you inside and out of the cold.
“You never told me to bring a winter coat,” you remark once you’re settled against the leather seats, rubbing your arms for warmth.
“There won’t be much outside time with what I have planned,” he grunts, but unzips his bag regardless, “But, I knew you’d say that.”
He tosses you a sweatshirt from his bag — your favorite one of all time to steal from him. You giggle like a little kid and move to put it on when your eye snags on something else in his bag.
“Is that my bathing suit?” you ask, already reaching over him.
“No.”
You gasp, “Rafe Cameron. That’s why you were so nonchalant about what I should pack? Because you packed my stuff for me?”
You watch his cheeks blossom with pink, and the sight makes you smile. He zips up his bag and then waves his hand for you to toss the sweatshirt over your head, which you do.
“I packed the essential stuff for you,” he says.
You nod, scooting closer, “You’re too good to me.”
This brings a smile to his face, and he seems to grow more comfortable as the car starts moving.
Mountains, snow, and Rafe. Three of your favorite things in the whole world, and you can see them all from your slightly tipsy view in the back of a car. You have no idea where you are, but tucked into Rafe’s chest, you don’t care. He laughs every time you gasp at a new view of the snow, but you can’t help yourself.
You’re not sure at what point you seem to zone out — thanks to the champagne, you’re sure — but when the car comes to a stop, you tense and sit up, looking expectantly at Rafe.
“We’re here,” he says softly.
You furrow your brows and release him, letting him climb out of the car before offering you a hand and helping you out.
You take in the surrounding view with amazement and a long, deep inhale. The trees are white, the view of the mountains is incredible, and there’s a few cabins lining the street you currently stand on. You breathe in the crisp, cold air and smile to yourself, then turn to find Rafe.
He’s standing a few feet away in front of a cabin, bags in one hand, and a key in the other. You stare at him for a beat too long and watch as he blushes again, then turns and points to the cabin behind him.
“A cabin in Colorado, right?”
It all clicks for you at this moment. The conversation the two of you had that night a few weeks ago; discussing vacations and dreams and traveling. You realize that he’d planned this, all of this, in such a short amount of time. That he’d been planning that night, while you’d just been sharing randomly without even thinking what it could mean.
“Oh, my God,” you gasp, “Rafe, you… I can’t believe… Rafe.”
He laughs, and his body seems to lose all tension. Unable to find the words, you rush to him and toss your arms around him, pulling him close. Suddenly, you’re no longer cold. Suddenly, you forget about everything else and just focus on what he’s done for you. What he continues to do for you.
“Want to go inside?” he asks as he stares down at you.
“Mhm,” you nod shyly.
Rafe takes your hand in his free one and pulls you over to the cabin. It has steps leading up onto a porch and rocking chairs out front. The snow lays the perfect covering over the sidewalk and the house — not too much, but just enough that it’s beautiful and fun to see.
He drops your bags and your hand to unlock the door, then pushes it open and silently requests for you to go in ahead of him. You do, letting the natural light from outside guide your way into the cabin.
Rafe flips on the light as he follows you inside, and for a moment, it’s silent as you take it all in. The cabin is so open that you can see the dining area, living room, and kitchen from the front door, and you can also see a sliding glass door leading outside to a deck. With a hot tub.
“The hot tub,” you blurt out, laughing as you turn to him, “You remembered.”
“Right, like I’d pass up a chance to see you in a swimsuit,” he scoffs.
You whack his chest playfully and head into the kitchen to get a better look, finding a large bouquet of pink roses and a card. On the outside, it reads ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’. You look back at Rafe and then pick it up, anxious to see what it says inside.
Typed out on the inside, you read:
Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. I’m so glad I get you all to myself this weekend.
I love you,
Rafe
“Oh,” you pout, looking up from the card to find him standing shyly in the threshold of the kitchen, “I love you, too, handsome.”
“Promise?” he teases, opening his arms for you.
“I promise,” you say as you snuggle into his grasp, still clutching the card with the words that warm your heart, “Thank you so much. I can’t believe this.”
He kisses your forehead in response, then nods back into the kitchen.
“Want to have a glass of wine with me out on the deck?” he asks.
“I would love to.”
After two hefty pours, you and Rafe sit out on the front porch in the rocking chairs, staring out at the snow and the mountains. Rafe shakes his head every time you change places to get a different angle in your picture, then make him pose for an Instagram story. You laugh because he pretends to hate it, but immediately uploads his own picture of you to Instagram in response with a cheesy Valentine’s Day caption underneath.
“So,” you start, taking a sip of your wine, “How long have you been planning this?”
You’re pretty sure you know the answer, but you want him to tell you the truth. When you see the tips of his ears go red, you try and fail to hide your smirk.
“Since you told me exactly what your dream vacation was,” he replies.
“I didn’t think that meant anything,” you say, giving him a soft smile.
“Would your answer be different if you did?”
“No, of course not,” you say as you shift your body and take his hand in your open palm, “I love this, Rafe. It’s perfect.”
“Good,” he grins, “It has everything you want. A hot tub, a comfortable couch for us to watch hours of old movies, and I planned out all our meals so we can just cook together. We don’t have to leave the cabin even for a minute if you don’t want to.”
You finish off your wine as he speaks, and you’re not sure if it’s him, the way he’s looking at you, the surprise, or the wine, but slowly, you stand from your chair with your hand still in his, and walk to him. He swallows when he sees the look in your eye, knowing exactly what it is that you crave in this moment.
Rafe pulls you into his lap and lets you get comfortable before his hands meet your body, tucking you in close and keeping you warm. You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and inhale his scent, then give him a small kiss there.
“You spoil me,” you whisper.
He smirks, “Well, I brought the lingerie you wore for me last Valentine’s Day. So, really, I’m spoiling myself, too.”
You laugh and sit up enough to get a good look at his face. He’s cold, you can tell by his red nose and the lack of pink in his lips.
“Let’s go inside,” you say sweetly, cupping his cheeks, “You can warm up and pour us some more wine while I get changed.”
“Oh,” Rafe groans, “Yes. Let’s go, c’mon, baby.”
You laugh when he stands with you still in his lap, forcing you to cling around him. He carries you inside like that with a laugh and places you down, then gives you four quick kisses before he releases you.
“Be right back,” you smile, “Is it in your bag?”
“Mhm,” he hums lazily, stealing another kiss as he dreams about you in that damn lingerie.
“Perfect,” you reply and kiss him one last time before you move toward the stairs.
You leave him down there, watching you go, before he collects the wine glasses and you slip into the bedroom.
The windows in the bedroom take up almost an entire wall and give up an amazing view of the mountains. It’s decorated like a cozy cabin and has a beautiful fireplace underneath the TV, which you hope you and Rafe will take advantage of at some point.
You cross the room and grab his bag, which you unzip and begin to dig through in hopes of finding the lingerie set relatively quickly. You pass by your bathing suit, two of your long sleeve shirts, your robe, and way too many of Rafe’s clothes to just be meant for him, when you spot the bra. You continue to search for the panties, but your hand finds something different tucked in one of the side pockets of his bag.
You pull the tiny box out and everything in you freezes, sending you right back to that night. The night he asked you, all those years ago, to marry him. He’d come out in a dress shirt, with a box in his hand that looks eerily familiar to this one.
You know you shouldn’t open it. You know you should respect whatever the hell is sitting in this box. But, you have to know.
Slowly, timidly, and with a pit in your stomach, you pull open the box. The gasp you let out at the sight of the ring inside has you begging for more oxygen, because somehow, it feels like the ring is taking it all right out of the room.
It’s different from your engagement ring, but not dramatically so. Rafe knows your style and he knows, even back then, exactly what you’d always dreamed of when it came to engagement rings. His ability to be able to afford exactly what you wanted was hindered back then, sure, but you never cared one bit. Apparently, he did.
“Sweetheart?”
He’s outside the door.
You close the box and tuck it back away, then scramble to undress. You pull the lacy, red panties on in a rush, thankful that he is staying out of the room, because you know you don’t look sexy at all with the way you’re hurrying to make yourself look innocent.
“One second,” you call back, tossing his sweatshirt off and undoing your own bra, “Clasp trouble.”
“Need help?”
“I’m fine!” you promise.
“Alright,” he says hesitantly, and you realize in this moment, that he must be thinking about the ring, too. Worried that you’ll find it, which is exactly what happened.
Now, you know the pressure is on. You know you have to sell the fact that you didn’t see it, and you don’t think it’s possible. It would be easy with anyone else, but definitely not with Rafe.
You grab your robe from his duffle and cover yourself with it, then open the door and make your way back to him. He watches you come down the stairs and then offers you a wine glass before he bites his lip, obviously imagining what you look like underneath the robe.
“All good?” he asks.
“Yep, all good,” you nod, then give him a convincing smile.
His shoulders drop, “You found the ring.”
Fuck.
Are you really that obvious?
“I wasn’t snooping, Rafe, I swear, I just—”
He shakes his head and sets his wine glass down before taking yours too, placing them both on the coffee table. Once his hands are free, he sets them on your shoulders, pulling you in slightly.
“I would never accuse you of snooping, sweetheart. I forgot it was in there. You made my head all foggy with your lingerie talk.”
You laugh, but the pout that plays on your lips tells Rafe everything he needs to know about the way you feel.
“You got me a ring,” you mumble, “Another one.”
He nods, “I know the one I got for you wasn’t your dream ring. So, I’ve been saving here and there, but it’s tough when we have two kids and a mortgage. It’s taken me a while.”
“Are you really making excuses as to why you haven’t bought me a second ring?”
He laughs, “Yeah, I guess. It’s what you deserve, though. I had a whole thing planned out. Hold on, let me go get it.”
“Rafe—”
“Hold on,” he repeats, pecking your forehead, “One minute.”
He squeezes your hand before he releases you and hurries toward the stairs. You listen as he takes them two by two, desperate to grab the ring and get back to you. Dizzy at the thought, you take a large drink of the wine he poured for you, then even it out with wine from his glass so he doesn’t notice.
When he returns, your head swims with another flashback. He’s combed his hair and he has that same nervous smile on his face; the one that convinced you to say yes. You also notice how he changed out of his sweatshirt and into a nice, crisp white tee, which you’re sure is the best out of the clothes he brought.
“I was going to give it to you over dinner,” he confesses shyly, “Over wine and pasta, before I get you all liquored up and into the hot tub. But, this will have to do.”
“It’s perfect,” you whisper.
“Alright,” he sucks in a deep breath, and when he grins and gets down on one knee right in front of you, in the middle of the living room in a cabin in Colorado, you can’t help but laugh with him, “Y/N, you are the most incredible woman I have ever met in my entire life. Getting to marry you, raise children with you, and be with you is something I will never, ever take for granted. I’m so in love with you, baby. Will you marry me? Again?”
You smile at him through the tears welling in your eyes, then step forward and yank him up by his collar. He stands and kisses you without thinking twice about it, keeping you as close as possible.
“I’ll marry you again, handsome,” you say against his lips, “I’ll marry you every single time.”
“Thank God,” he teases, then leans down to kiss you again. And again. And again.
You let your robe fall after that. Soon, your back meets the couch. Then, Rafe is on top of you. Desperately, you tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he sits up to rid himself of them. Only then does he realize that he still holds the box containing the ring, and shyly, you hold your hand out to him.
He grins and slides the ring on your finger, placing your first ring in the box for safekeeping until you get home. You gawk at the new ring and tell him how much you love it — again — then tug him back down on top of you.
An hour later, you’re sitting at the kitchen counter in Rafe’s shirt and panties, while he cooks shirtless with only his sweatpants. He’s making you pasta, as he promised, and continues to refill your wine glass every time it threatens to show empty.
“I could get used to this,” you say smugly.
He turns around and smirks, “Yeah, me too.”
The room falls into a comfortable silence, and you can feel your head spinning from the wine, the sex, and the ring. You stare down at it and you’re sure that you have actual hearts in your eyes, because it’s absolutely perfect.
“Rafe,” you say quietly, but earning his complete attention nonetheless.
He turns around and picks up his own wine glass, leaving the pasta to cook, “Yes?”
“You didn’t have to get me a new ring. I love the other one because you’re the one who gave it to me.”
He smiles softly and nods his head, as if this is information he already knows. Slowly, Rafe crosses the kitchen and comes over to you, where he brings your head into his chest and kisses your forehead.
“I know I didn’t have to, sweetheart,” he replies, “I wanted to. There’s something about buying you the ring you always dreamed of that makes me happy.”
Your eyes well up again, and when you pull him down for another kiss, he takes his time before he reminds you about the pasta.
Soon, he sets a plate down in front of you and joins you at the counter, where he sits beside you and kisses your temple the second he’s close enough. He laughs when you rave about the food, wanting to make him feel half as good as he’s made you feel today.
You help him clean up after dinner, which really turns into sex on the counter, then promise him more if he hurries up and gets changed so the two of you can venture out into the hot tub. He turns the lights on outside and gets everything ready while you change into your swimsuit, and when you return downstairs, he has candles lit all over the back deck, and a fresh bottle of wine in his hands.
“Oh,” you whimper, “You’re so perfect.”
He laughs, observing your tense muscles as you shiver in your tee shirt covered body, bare feet hesitant to step out onto the snowy deck.
“C’mere, baby, I bet you’re freezing,” he says, despite his laughter.
He sets the wine bottle down and steps over to you, where he picks you up and listens to your tipsy giggles as he carries you across the deck and to the hot tub. You grip his neck tightly and let his warmth seep from his skin to yours, upset when he sets you down on the corner of the hot tub.
“Rafe,” you pout, unwilling to let him go just yet — equal parts intoxication and lust, “I didn’t even get you a present. I mean, I got you a dumb little bag with, like, candy and a card and a thing for your keychain, but nothing like a ring.”
“Hey, I will love that dumb little bag,” he says, as if you’ve personally offended him with the comment, “Tell me more about this thing for my keychain, will you?”
He raises a brow, and if you’d been less full of wine, you’d notice how he’s teasing you; loving the way you’re drunkenly explaining these things to him.
“It’s a little outline of a girl holding a heart in her hands, and on the bottom, it says ‘drive safe, I need you!’. It’s cute, and I liked it, and the Etsy shop owner was—”
He interrupts you with a kiss, and if you’d been looking up at him, you would’ve seen how much it means to him that you bought that for him.
“I love it already,” he tells you when he pulls back, “Thank you for getting me a present, baby.”
“Shut up,” you mumble, but he can see the smirk on your lips, “You got me a fucking ring. I got you a nine dollar keychain.”
“And I will love that nine dollar keychain,” he replies.
You laugh and shake your head before nodding toward the hot tub, which seems secondary only to his warmth, “Should we get in?”
“Mhm,” he hums, kissing you once more before he helps you climb into the water, “Have we fucked in a hot tub before?”
You laugh loudly, “I don’t even know.”
He snickers and climbs in once you’re settled, placing himself as close as possible. All too soon, you’re settled on his lap and kissing your way up his cheeks before you settle in those blue eyes you’ve become all too familiar with.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart,” he says.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, handsome,” you grin, “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
When he kisses you, although you’ve experienced it more times than you can count, it still brings that funny feeling to the bottom of your stomach. It still feels like he unlocks the millions of butterflies that just swim around, waiting for him to make a move so they can fly. He laughs against your lips when you impatiently untie his swimsuit, too lost in his kiss to have steady hands underneath the warm water.
You forget all about the wine. All about the cabin and the shower you planned to take and the kitchen that’s half cleaned due to your impatience. The only thing you remember, the only thing you’re willing to think about, is Rafe Cameron himself.
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"Just another character in your book"
Part 2 of this
Here is the part 2, haven't had motivation for writing a part 2 lately and I've been super busy. Hope this was worth the wait? I tried to proof read it but I am too tired it's 2am here. I will get to the request rotting in my inbox when I can. I have just been super busy lately and most likely until december. Hope you understand but I try to do the requests asap.
Warning: none, surprisingly
Hope you enjoy ✌️
Walking back into the apartment it filled me with sadness and betrayal. A place I once felt safe and loved, now it felt more cold and fake.
"I-i'll make dinner after I freshen up."
I told Charles as I pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom in our bed. 'Smells like cheap perfume mixed with sweat.' I said to myself as I noticed 2 used condoms in the trash as I entered the bathroom. 'Guess she wasn't all that if he they only did 2, or did I interrupt?' I asked myself, trying to ignore the thoughts from plaguing my mind.
As I undressed and entered the shower the tears began to flow again, the sobs coming out louder. I opened the shower to try and hide the sounds, hoping he won't hear. But then again, if he didn't hear me enter earlier, he probably can't hear me right n-
"Y/n, you okay?"
My thoughts were cut off by his voice.
"Y-yea, why'd you ask?" I asked trying to sound normal but my voice faltered.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked cheerily, hoping it's enough to get rid of him.
"If you say so, I'll skip dinner, I already ate earlier. Sorry." He said apologetically.
"No worries, you don't have to apologize for eating." I said with a chuckle. 'You only need to apologize for doing her on the bed we sleep in.'
"Okay, I'm gonna go shower and chill on the couch."
"Okay."
After our little interaction, I finished showering and dressing myself up. Walking out of the bathroom I see that he changed the bed sheets and the pillow cases. 'So I won't smell the intense session you two had.' I thought to myself with a smile.
I got out of the bedroom to go make dinner for myself. I see him on the couch with the t.v on but he's focused on his phone, laughing and blushing. I caught a glimpse of what was on screen, seeing a name with a heart beside it, and some not so safe for work texts and a video. 'They even recorded it? Wonder how long before it gets leaked, I wonder how everyone will react when they find out everything?'
As I got the ingredients ready, and cooked, I accidentally burned myself on the pan. Not fully concentrated as my mind wondered about the events that occured just some time ago.
"Fucking bitch." I whisper shouted as pain shot up from my fingers. I immidiately ran my hand under cold water.
"Amour? What happened?" Charles asked as he entered the kitchen and walked towards me.
"I-i-i'm fine, j-just made an oopsie, I'm gonna go back to cooking again with more care this time hopefully." I said with a dry chuckle as I avoided him, trying to distance myself from him. I can't stop imagining the things they did.
"Are you sure?" He asked as he tried getting closer. But I end up just hurrying with the cooking, turning the fire on high to cook faster. Luckily I only need to finish up the egg which takes little time to cook.
"Yep." I said as I put the egg on my plate. Along with some fish, beef, and rice.
"You want some?" I asked as I offered him my plate to stop him from advancing to me.
"Okay, What's wrong y/n?" He said as he stopped in his tracks completely looking confused, hurt and annoyed. 'He doesn't really have a right to be hurt, does he?' I asked myself as I began to overthink everything, maybe I wasn't what he needed? Maybe I didn't do it for him anymore? Maybe, just maybe, I did something for him to seek comfort in someone else?
"D-did I d-do somth-thing?" I asked with trembling voice as I looked at him with teary eyes.
"W-what? Of course not, mi amour. You could never do anything wrong." He said in a loving tone as he closed the gap between us and hugging me tight. I hugged him back just as tight as tears began to flow down my cheeks I burried my face on his chest wetting his shirt.
"What makes you say that?" He asked worriedly as he kisses my hair and ruffles it while rocking me side to side.
"Y-you looked a-annoyed." I said but my voice is muffled by his shirt.
"I wasn't annoyed, I was just confused why you were acting like that. Did something happen at work?" 'Not at work.'
"Did I do something?" 'Of course you did.'
I tried to shake my thoughts away as his questions continued. My mind being overrun by guilt and confusion. My emotions being overwhelmed by sadness and anger. Feeling guilty that I am like this, that I made him worry. Confusion as I can't explain why I am feeling like this, why do I feel bad for him, when he hurt me. Waves of sadness hit me as I felt helpless in his clutch, feeling like without him I would be nothing. My mind and everything are all jumbled up, not knowing which is which or what is what. But one thing I know for certain is that, I shouldn't feel this way.
As I gathered myself I pulled back and away from him, removing his arms from around me.
"I-i'll just go eat." I said, trying to hide the hurt from my voice. I removed my apron, put the dishes in the sink and grabbed my plate from the counter and speed walked upstairs towards the guest bedroom.
As I ate in silence, pondering on what to do. I heard Charles on the phone with someone, he seemed to be having a great conversation if you take into account the loud laughters.
"Of course not, mate... Yea, I'll be very careful. Oui, oui okay, I'll see you tomorro, ciao."
As I finished eating I hear foodsteps getting close, and a door opening and his voice.
"Y/n? Where are you? Amour?"
I heard he say as he closed the door and his voice became a bit muffled, after a bit I heard a door open again and close.
"Y/n? Are you okay?"
He said as he tried to open the locked door to the guest room.
"Y-yea, I just wanted to eat in silence is all. Don't worry."
I said in a cheerful tone.
"I feel like you're not okay, y/n." 'Of course I'm not, after what you've done.'
"Can I come in?" 'No, I don't want to fall for you again.'
"I'll be out in a bit, just gotta tidy up." 'Wipe the tears and clean your face don't let him see.'
"Okay, I'll be downstairs, talk to me.. please."
He said with a brief pause before saying the last word in a sad tone.
"I will."
—
After fixing myself I decide to come downstairs to watch the dishes and clean up. Stepping down the final step I see the t.v is off, and a sleeping Charles on the couch with his phone on his hand and unlocked. 'I shouldn't.'
After I clean up everything in the kitchen, I check back on him to see if he's still asleep. He looked so peaceful, with his eyes closed and mouth open a bit. He looked so relaxed, without a worry in the world. I look back at his phone, curiousity winning. I step walk closer to him to take his phone, surprisingly with no resistance. The first thing I saw was his messages with someone, a woman, I saw the messages sent earlier today. Full of pictures of a woman, in lacy undergament thst barely cover her breasts and other parts.
"Are you sure you want this one?
Those look perfect on you.
They would look better in your hands. ;)
I will make you scream my name"
As I read a few of the messages I started to tear up, looking up at the name of the woman, I saw a heart beside it. Scrolling down I began to see pictures and videos, all sent recently. I saw the pictures he sent to her of him in nothing but underwear with a prominent bulge. The tears began to fall, down my cheeks and onto the phone.
"Amour?"
I looked towards the source of the voice, seeing a sleepy Charles rubbing his eyes. His began to show concern after seeing tears falling down my face.
"W-what happ-"
He didn't finish his sentence as he saw what I was holding. I silently gave him back his phone and made my way upstairs to pack all my belongings, which was not much considering he owned the apartment. I packed my shoes, clothes and nessesities that I bought with my own money, not wanting to take anything from him.
"I can expl-"
"It's okay, I knew you could never love true, that you can't be loyal. I mean, you are Charles Leclerc for crying out loud, ladies and men flock to you, they crave even an drop of your attention. They go crazy from a single glance from you, you could get anyone you want. And it appears you chose a new one, I won't make a scene and get angry, I knew what I signed up for the moment I accepted your proposal to be in a relationship with you. I should've expected this, with a body and face like yours I don't blame you. I want to, but my mind won't let me. I will be out as soon as possible, just get to bed and sleep. I hope she is worth it, I hope it won't happen to her. I loathe her, I envy her, but I don't want her to get hurt. Take care of her, maybe she will give you what you want and you won't have to look for anyone else, I hope she will be the last."
I said as my lips quiver and tears fall down freely from my eyes. I began to close my suitcase and bag, all my belongings now with me. I couldn't bare to look at him as my eyes looked at everywhere but him.
"I-i'm sorry, I love you, it was a m-mistake, please please please don't do this. Don't leave."
He said, his voice breaking. And for the first time ever since I said what I said, I looked at him, tears falling down his cheeks as he walked closer to me.
"I don't want to leave, I want to stay b-"
"Then stay, I will cut her off completely, I will the best boyfriend from now on I will try my hardest to earn your love, I will do everything you want. just please..please.. don't leave me. I need you, I lo-"
"I want to believe you and I want to be with you, but, I can't. Holding on will hurt me more than letting go."
I said as I walked closer to him my hands going o his cheeks, the pads of my thumbs wiping away the tears as his hands hold mine.
"D-don't please, I-i-i-i need you, I love you."
"Please, don't say that, because if you really meant it, you wouldn't have to say it to prove it, instead you'd show it you make me believe it."
"I-i-i can prove it, I can show it, please, just stay with me, don't leave. I-i-i need you, please I'm begging you, give me another chance to show you how much I lo-"
"I want to, I really want to give you another chance, but I don't think I can. I've been hurt far too many times by second chances. I really wanna believe you, I want to love you. I want to be with you, but I'm not going to stay with you if it causes me pain, I can't say I wasn't happy with you, because I was, I really did enjoy being with you. But, it's time for me to let go, the song has stopped and the dance has ended."
I said as I hugged him tight and burry my face on his neck, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly, hoping that if he held me tight enough I won't go.
"Please, I can show you happiness, I ca-"
"I know you can, and you have, but. It's time for you to show it to another."
I said as I pulled back, looking at his face that is now red and tear stained, his eyes red and hair a mess.
"It's time I go, it's very late, you should sleep."
I said as I pulled away and went to collect my suitcase and bag.
"One more night, please?"
He asked me pleadingly, hoping I will cave in if he asked me with the way he looks, like a broken man who lost everything.
"I c-can't."
I said as I put on my bag and grabbed my suitcase, and making my way towards the door. I tried to avoid him, to avoid his hands that were reaching out for me. I walked out of the bedroom and onto the living room, looking around one last time to see if I missed anything. With one last inhale and exhale, I made my way towards the main door and went out, I looked back to close the door to see a broken Charles looking at me with sad pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry Charles, I guess I was only another character in your book."
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"Powers?" Dad!tony stark x daughter!reader
*this is set back in 2012, after the battle of NY, reader is 12 here*
Summary: you are exposed to an alien liquid, causing in you getting powers.
Warnings: infection, alien stuff,
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you were looking for your dad when you wandered into the lab in search for him, you saw Bruce studying some blue alien liquid when you asked him where your father was.
"Hey bruce, you know where my dad is?"
"No, i haven't seen him at all today"
"Mm" with that, you gave up, figuring he was going to come into the lab at some point. You started to try to repair you dads suit.
"Ow!" You winced in pain having cut yourself on accident,
Bruce was adding something to the liquid when he asked you to back up slightly, not wanting to accidentally hurt you, he put 4 drops in the liquid and it immediately started foaming violently, bruce tried covering the liquid with the lid to the container, he successfully got the lid on, till it burst.
It covered the table you and bruce were working on, including your Injury, bruce was completely protected from any harm from the liquid, you on the other hand were not, you were wearing a big t-shirt and sweats.
It started burning immediately, and bruce noticed this and panicked, trying to get it off of you. Given the fact that it was practically deadly. But it had already entered your blood stream, you soon felt light headed and passed out, bruce catching you,
"Jarvis get tony!" Bruce yelled out heading to the medbay, "on it sir"
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Tony was laying on the couch resting and watching TV when jarvis notified him
"mr stark dr banner has told me to tell you to head into the medbey immediately"
"Why?"
"Y/N has been exposed to a harmful substance and is currently unconscious" with that tony ran to the medbey as fast as he could. Upon seeing bruce hooking you up to wires broke his heart into a million pieces.
"What happened, is she okay?"
"I think, for now."
"What happened?" Tony asked a second time, growing impatient
"Y/N came into the lab and started repairing your suit and the substance exploded and it got in through a cut on her arm," bruce explained to tony with a serious tone.
Tony sat down next to you, feeling himself overwhelming, eyes downcast overthinking everything.
'She's gonna die'
'What am i gonna do'
'What if she doesn't wake up'
His racing thoughts were Interrupted by bruce, "calm down tony she's gonna be fine"
"Oh god, what am i gonna do" tony muttered to himself, scared was an understatement, terrified? You were his everything, his whole world, losing you would be like losing a part of himself. Now the only thing he could do was wait.
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It had been 3 days before Your eyelids fluttered before opening them fully, you looked around yourself, turning your head to the left you saw your father walking in with a cup of coffee, he looked as if he had just woken up, upon making eye contact with you, he immediately set down his drink on a small table to his right, jogging over to you, he gripped both of your shoulders,
"Hey baby, you feeling ok?" Tony asked with uncertainty
"Yeah, what happened?" That's when tony explained the same thing bruce said to him, that you were exposed to the liquid bruce was studying through the cut on your arm,
then bruce walked in, also looking like he just woke up, "shes awake?"
"Wait what do you mean shes awake" you asked growing confused,
"I thought i just blacked out"
"You've been out for 3 days hun" he dropped this information so casually that it made you become more confused then before
"Wha- ah, Huh!?"
Bruce and tony both chuckled at your sudden confusion, tony took you in his arms and kissed your forehead gently, bruce came forward to come and draw blood from the arm that got hit, It looked like you had a small infection but that was the least of yalls concerns.
A/N: I will make a part 2 soon, I just didn't want a super long fic, you know? <333
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2:15 am
Levi stumbles on the edge of the carpet. he unbuttons his cape and swings it off his back, folding it in his arms before he puts it on his desk as he almost dizzily makes his way to the closed door of his bedroom.
it’s been yet another exhausting day. its one of the days where he strangely wishes for the comfort of a bed and a pillow. he has to shower first, however. he can’t sleep like this, covered in sweat and dirt and filth, but if he showers, he’s sure he’ll lose every ounce of sleep tugging at him, and he’ll once again have to settle for the chair behind his desk.
he puts a hand to the knob and just stands there, letting out a weary, heavy sigh.
before he can enter the room, a soft thud sounds against the wood of his door. he turns to look at it, waiting a bit just to test if he really was at the point of hallucinating, but a couple more thuds meet his ears, and tension makes its way back to his tired body.
levi hurries to open the door. it’s in the middle of the fucking night, whoever is on the other side will most definitely carry some shitty news to him. he unlocks the door, turning the knob to swing it open with a sharp gaze—
oh.
“hi,” your smile is soft, thats the first thing he notices. he notices next that you’re no longer in your uniform, instead in some loose shorts and a grey t-shirt he recognizes out of his own closet, and then he notices the tray you’re holding in your hand.
“you didn’t eat well today,” you gently push past him, walking to the coffee table in front of the leather couch pushed up to he wall to put down the tray in you hands. “i may have committed a little crime getting u this stuff but we won’t be talking about that.”
when you turn back around, levi is still standing by the door, frozen, face as blank as it can possibly get.
it’s only been a few months since you started…being together, and he already knew that you were an affectionate person, but he never put it in his calculations that he would be on the receiving end of said affection.
and the man just… he has a lot to learn, and he’s doing his damn best. but sometimes when you just do shit like that, do stuff he’s never thought would be done to him, it takes him some time to process.
first few times he short-circuited, you panicked. you started to think and overthink everything you’ve done, if you’ve done something wrong that managed to just ick him, but as the time goes on, you learned that this is how levi processes your love.
so as he stands there, he watches as you approach him again, taking one of his hands in yours while the other pushes the door closed before locking it, he realizes what you’re doing.
if he was uncomfortable, he would’ve spoken up about it right away. you know this much.
you pull him away from the door. putting the hand you were holding behind your back, you pull him closer to you, and the moonlight turns his pale skin a pale blue instead. you let go of his hand when you feel him begin to pull you in further to wrap your arms around his neck lovingly, a sweet, sweet smile on your lips just for him.
“let me take care of you today,” your voice is low, gentle on his ear. as much as his eyes soften, you feel his body tense up at the words, but it’s nothing a kiss and a neck massage can’t fix.
you close the distance between your lips, and levi sighs deeply when your lips tangle between one another. he lets his eyes flutter closed, slowly but surly letting down his guard as he pulls you even closer, now aching for your touch.
your fingers work their magic on some particularly stubborn knots in his neck, and you chuckle breathily at the little moan levi lets out as you massage them away. you’re the first to break the kiss, resulting in a little tsk of disapproval from the man turning into putty in your hands.
“okay?” you whisper, eyes reading his features for any sign of discomfort.
it takes him a few seconds of internal conflict, whether or not he should let down his guard and let somebody else take control of the situation, but he more he looks into your eyes like that, the less options he has.
so he nods.
you take his hand from your back again and lead the way to his bedroom. you sit him down on the perfectly made bed, hands on each side of his neck as you bend down to give him a little peck, and the poor clueless man just watches you.
he watches as your hands unfasten the belts and straps he still hasn’t taken off. you begin with the one at his chest, eyes on look out for discomfort, so you catch the slight change of expression as you slide them away from his shoulders. the leather lands with a clink of its buckles against the bed as you carefully run a hand where it’s been buckled tightly, watching the discomfort increase on his face.
“hurts a lot?” you ask, stepping closer between his legs.
his hands involuntarily wrap around your thighs. “nothing i can’t handle.”
with slow, unalarming movements, you unbutton his shirt, pulling away his cravat to neatly fold it and put it beside him on the bed. your hands move under the shirt, fingers gentle as they massage his shoulders, slowly moving down to his biceps until the material, too meets the awaiting bed, and you just simply find the way his eyes keep fluttering closed endearing.
you bend down to plant a feather light kiss to the middle of his chest, where the stubborn buckles have left and even more stubborn bruise, and levi looks down at you with something unexplainable in his hooded eyes.
in the next few seconds, you’re on your knees between his legs, and there isn’t an ounce of lust in the air.
all that levi feels is pure intimacy and affection, as overwhelming as it is, and that is all you are trying to give him for today.
levi watches as you pull away his boots before you bring your attention to the garter belts tight around his thighs, disposing of them one by one before to neatly place them by the boots on the floor, and something warm spreads in levi’s chest.
because you’re not usually a tidy person, but the pair of you had already started to pick up stuff from one another, and as messy and clumsy as you are, you still do your best to keep levi as comfortable as it is possible in his space.
you lean on his knees when you get up to your feet again, immediately walking to his wardrobe, and levi can’t really help but shiver at the loss of touch. you open the wardrobe, pull out a few things that levi can’t care enough about to notice, now surly too sleepy to function properly.
but you’re soon pulling him up from the bed and in the direction of the bathroom to which you carry an oil candle to. you put down all the items in your hand on the cabinet, never letting go of levi’s hand as you bend down to open up the warm tab in the tub.
“i’ll make us some chamomile while you bathe for a bit,” you tell him, squatting down with the support of his calloused hand as you pour soap in the running water. you look up, as you whirl your hand in the liquid, and levi wonders if you’re real. “do you want me to stay with you?”
he doesn’t know how to answer, because fuck yes, he never wants to be separated from you, but he isn’t used to this. any of the affection, any of the loving touches and lingering kisses, and he would never know if by agreeing to this he would be putting too much pressure on you.
“it’s fine if you say no, but i want you to really think about it.” you get up to his height. with a step closer, a warm hand cups his cheek, and he can’t help but lean into it. “do you want me to stay with you?”
“yes,” levi says, and your chest tightens.
you can’t help but feel… pride. your chest isn’t tightening with anxiety, nor with sadness or grief, but the happiness and pride you feel for finally hearing him verbalize what he wants, despite everything, it will sure as hell get to you.
so you stay with him. you sit behind him outside the tub and wash his hair for him, and you could’ve sworn you could hear him snore softly a couple of times there. you groan from the pain in your back as you gently scrub the filth and dirt away from his scarred body, leaving kisses here and there when u find a particularly purple bruise.
levi is still as you rinse him off, learning to function with one hand as you hold his with the other.
with a final kiss to his forehead, you tap his cheek lightly. “i’m done, baby.”
“come in with me for a bit.” his eyes are still closed.
you chuckle lightly, gently pushing his back off of the side of the tub. “get up, old man. you still have to eat.”
“i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep if i don’t sleep right fucking now.”
“don’t worry,” you groan, learning first hand that the man might be small, but he sure is heavy as hell as you pull him to full length. “i’ll make sure you fall asleep.”
you leave him to dry himself off as you brew the pair of you a couple of cups of chamomile, making sure that the stew you brought was still at a eatable temperature. levi stumbles out of the bedroom a couple of minutes later dressed in the clothes you picked out for him, still drying his hair with a small towel.
you leave your tea cups to cool down a bit on the coffee table by his tray as he eats. levi watches as you enter the bedroom and pick up the stray items you took off of him earlier to put them where they belong throwing his worn clothes in the laundry basket before returning back out to him.
flopping down on the sofa, you throw your feet in his lap as he eats. you stretch, leaning back of the side to crack your back contently, only to return to your original position in the corner of the sofa to find a pair of eyes awaiting.
a hand hesitantly runs up your calf. “i exhausted you.”
you smile. “only means that we’ll fall asleep faster.”
he finishes eating quickly, forcing his insecurities aside because he doesn’t think you’d go through all this trouble of taking care of him through and through if you didn’t want to. as you both sit in silence, watching the moon from the big windows he has behind his desk, he catches the way you’re holding your cup, and its very hard to hold back his smile.
he squeezes your leg, and he stares. shamelessly, lovingly, he stares at you, carving every quirk, every wrinkle every twitch of your lips in his brain, and you only stare back when you notice.
the calmness overtaking you both is…simply the best thing levi thinks he’ll ever experience.
levi tries to seduce you into just ditching the bed to sleep here, but you’re one strong-willed woman to have to drag humanity’s strongest soldier to his bed. once under the cover’s you shuffle closer to him, grateful for the control he lets you have over him for today when you turn on your back and do your best to pull him on-top of you.
“i’ll crush you like this,” he says, elbows holding him away from his body.
“just shut up and do as i say,” you push him down, legs wrapping around his back to pull him to you.
you position his head on your stomach, and the stubborn man can only wrap his arms around your torso despite his previous complaints. your fingers dive in his slightly damp raven strands, massaging the scalp with skillful fingers, and you giggle breathily at the loud groan of satisfaction he lets out in your stomach.
neither of you say anything, then. your fingers begin to slow down as he starts to take deeper breaths, and you both begin to drift in a sweet, sweet, well-deserved slumber.
“i love you.” you heard a mumble, feeling the vibrations on your stomach.
you had no idea if this is reality or a dream. levi barely says those words.
“i love you too, darling.”
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Other woman
Short angst, Ram(rrr) x reader
You were never mean. You were never mean, never rude, never negative and always wanted the best for everyone. You were clever and polite. You knew how to give love and how to appreciate when you received love. You knew how to keep people happy, but that didn't mean that you always did something to keep people happy. You loved yourself and everyone around you, and it showed. It glowed on your face like the sunlight passing through the honey jar. Then why did the bees sting?
You sat in the dining room. Your husband of a year, Ram, silently ate his dinner beside you. Your plate was untouched and Ram took notice, but didn't utter a word. There was a scent unfamiliar to you near him and it made you barf.
That scent has been lingering around him for a month now. You tried your best to avoid our ignore, considering it to be just something new at his police station. But when you arrive there once, to deliver his lunch, it only stank with old blood and sweat. The only sweet smell was the extra sugar chai. Ram didn't use perfumes, or deos. What kind of smell was this? So feminine, intoxicating and fruity.
Akhtar mentioned that his Ram Anna is more busy than usual, that he needs to go somewhere for his work first instead of coming home or staying longer at the station.
You were not sure that your overthinking brain was taking you at the right place. You shook your head and decided to eat when you caught the site of something you shouldn't have- the chain in his neck had a pink bead dangling from it. From what you remember, you don't have anything pink. Your eyes didn't leave its sight, wondering how a pink bead could accidentally come there?
You touched it softly, the heat from his body could be felt on the chain. Ram's face went pale when he realised what you've seen. "Where did that come from?"
Ram tried to answer, but stuttered. "Oh- uh that's something, you know that one-"
"Are you cheating on me?" Even you were in disbelief when you asked that. Of course, it wasn't true. Ram has always loved you. Everyone knew that, they knew the efforts Ram puts for you. Showered you in affection and called you his. Supported you when no one else did, making you the strongest person. You should apologise for being so insensitive-
"I am sorry" the three words that left you rooted. The roti in your plate was cold and your fingers froze. You tried to see any aspect of lies or fakeness in his eyes, anything he was hiding. But there was nothing, just remorse. There were three words that filled your heart with despair, and there were three words that once made your heart beat faster and cheeks warm and blush. That was the first time Ram ever professed his love for you.
You slumped back in your chair, crying softly, when he cleared up the table. It didn't even look like he was ready to break it up with the other woman. Or were you the other woman? "What are your relations with her?" You wanted to know more, to understand the situation. Because you were the only one who hasn't given up. Ram sighed. "We met during a case, and I kept meeting her for a few days." That wasn't so bad. Emotions can change; if you try hard, maybe he will stop visiting her. "We've slept together once".
Nevermind. You could feel your heart shattering, listen to it audibly. "Did you even think about me?" You didn't want to sound so, affected. But what could you do? "Did you regret it?" Ram looked at your broken face. He did. But what was the point, if he just threw the so called guilt out the window?
"I don't think I'll, come back to you"
When was Ram planning to tell you this? Where did you lack that you had to face this situation? You stared at him. Everything was perfect, you both were perfect together, he was perfect. The only warmth you had was of your tears. You rubbed your face, crying in your hands. Ram stood there silently, unsure what to do. "Y/n" felt like committing a sin to take your name. You pulled your knees closer to you, hugging them. This wasn't how you planned your life out. Having two kids, sending them away, retiring and going back to the Village. This wasn't your life, but you had to live it.
S/n: why did I write a cheating Ram now? This was a hazed brain sleepy head idea.
Tagging: @vijayasena @yehsahihai @dumdaradumdaradum @chaanv @nerdreader @ramayantika @phoenix666stuff
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First Date
Genre: Fluff
DNI: fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, non-mlm/nblm
Character(s): Kaeya x Male Reader
You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants as you tried to calm yourself in front of your bathroom mirror. You were so nervous for your date with Kaeya. He had asked you out earlier this week after a Knights of Favonius meeting and you had been looking forward to it ever since. Now that the night actually arrived you were super nervous.
'Am I overdressed? He did say we were going somewhere more on the fancy side right? This should be fine...hopefully.' You thought as you fixed your clothes, smoothing out any wrinkles. You wiped some sweat off your brow and frowned. You weren't supposed to be all sweaty during your date with the man you've liked for 2 years now. Taking a deep breath, you smoothed out your clothes even more. There were no wrinkles, you were just doing that out of nervousness.
Eventually you managed to calm down a bit. You weren't completely chill, but you weren't overthinking as much as you were before. You left your house and started walking to the restaurant since it wasn't far from where you lived.
After the short stroll, you made it to the restaurant and there you saw him standing by the door. He was dressed in a white button up partially unbuttoned to show his chest (of course), and dark navy blue pants. Along with a jacket with colors and accesories similar to the one he usually wears, but it didn't have the fur part on it and it was longer. It also wasn't as flashy as his usual one. You felt some relief wash over you seeing you weren't overdressed for the date. He sees you walking up and goes to you, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it softly.
"You look very handsome in that outfit. You should show up to work like this everyday." He flirted, holding onto your hand. His compliment made you flustered, but that didn't stop you from teasing him.
"Are you saying I don't look handsome in what I normally wear?" You joked sending a playful smirk his way.
"Not at all! You just look even more handsome than you usually do. To be honest it caught me off guard." He confesses smiling sheepishly. Despite putting on a confident facade, Kaeya shared the same amount of nervousness you did. He knew you were just teasing him, but he's liked you for a while and didn't want to mess up his first date with you.
You could feel Kaeya's palm as he held your hand. It was a bit clammy just like yours. Realizing that he was probably nervous like you were made your chest feel fuzzy, but also comforted you because at least now you knew you weren't the only nervous one.
He let go of your hand after realizing just how sweaty his was and led you inside the restaurant. You both sat down at a table and looked at the menu, making small talk as you both decided what to order.
"Is there anything on the menu that's to your liking? If not I can always take you somewhere else." Kaeya asks, looking up from his menu.
"Yes there is! Everything looks delicious." You respond with a reassuring smile. His thoughtfulness made your heart flutter and your face get warm. He was so sweet.
You both ordered and the night went on. You flirted and laughed all through out dinner, feeling yourself get less nervous as the night went on. You were so happy you didn't want the date to end, but eventually your food was finished and the check was on the table. You knew you could always just pay the bill and stay, but realizing the night was coming to an end made you feel disappointed.
"So, dessert?" Kaeya said as he handed the waiter the bill, making you confused. First of all, how did he take the check without you noticing? Second, if you guys were getting dessert why did he pay?
"Sure, but where are we getting dessert?" You asked happily.
He smiled and got up from his seat. "You'll see." He responded, holding his hand out to you once you stood up. You grabbed it, intertwining your fingers with his. Being with Kaeya like this felt like a dream. He was so sweet and honestly way cuter than you expected him to be on a date. Kaeya was always pretty cute, especially when he flirted, but since the date was a more intimate and formal occasion he was 10 times more adorable than before. His voice would soften when he complimented you and he'd get visibly flustered whenever you did the same. He kept making your night better and better.
You both left the restaurant to go to the dessert spot, the air getting cooler as you got closer to the destination.
"Are you cold?" He asked walking a bit faster after noticing your shivering.
"A bit...don't worry about me though. I'll be fine." You sent him a smile and squeezed his hand, causing his heart rate to speed up. He was so glad that he mustered up the courage to ask you out. He was having an amazing time with you and, like you, didn't want the night to end.
Eventually you guys made it to the spot. You guys were on Starsnatch Cliff and the night sky clearer than ever. You had never been on the cliff at night, so the view amazed you. You went closer to the edge to admire the stars and moon, being careful to not fall. Kaeya was busy setting up a picnic area for you two, putting down a blanket and setting up the utensils for dessert. When he finished he looked over at you to inform you he was, but the words didn't come out.
You staring up at the night sky with such a pure look on your face took Kaeya's breath away. You looked amazing under the glow of the moon and stars, he just couldn't stop staring. Kaeya had always known he liked you, but in this moment it was like all of his feelings for you hit him at once. This euphoric yet overwhelming feeling had Kaeya feeling like he was floating. He couldn't believe just how much love he could feel for someone. Wait...love? Yeah...that's what it was. Love. He loved you.
"Is there something wrong?" You asked, interrupting Kaeya's realization. The strange look on his face made you worried.
"No no, just...admiring you." He admitted. He was barely thinking about what he was saying since he was still processing his feelings for the man in front of him. Your eyes widened slightly at what he said and you got embarrassed, looking away from him shyly. The area he set up caught your eye and grinned.
"You did this?" You asked walking toward him and the set up. This paired with the night sky was stunning. He had placed a picnic blanket down though it was a bluish purple and white rather than the classic red and white. On it was a platter holding a pie, one that looked like it was baked by Sara for sure. There was small plates and utensils to the side of it along with some candles. It was quite simple, but it was beautiful.
"Let's eat." Kaeya says sitting down on the blanket across from you, slicing a piece of pie and putting it onto a plate. You thank him as you grab it and you put some in your mouth. Yep, definitely made by Sara. It was delicious.
"Oh I almost forgot, here." He hands you a blanket and you wrap it around yourself, seeing him do the same with his own. You and Kaeya ate, sitting in comfortable silence as you both looked at the sky. Once you were finished you placed the plate down and moved over next to Kaeya.
"Thank you for this, for tonight. I've been having an amazing time." You said as you leaned on his shoulder.
"I've been having an amazing time too and it's all thanks to you." He turns his head towards you and places his plate on his lap. Your faces were close and all he could do was stare at your lips. You stopped leaning on him and kissed him gently. The kiss was full of love, but also nervousness. Kaeya froze but quickly started kissing you back.
Kaeya thinks it's safe to assume you both had a wonderful time and that these dates will definitely keep happening. This date wasn't even over, but he was already coming up with ideas for the next one. He was going to make every date special and memorable, no matter what, because that's what you deserved.
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I feel like I've been hyping this up without meaning to so I hope it's good enough 😭 I feel like it could be better but I've edited and looked over it so many times idk what to do anymore. Anyway yaaay it's finally out !! ^^
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I think this quest for gender neutrality to not be particularly good, and this inclusivity of the "non-binary" only seems to do good to a minority of people. I think this really toxic artificial femininity tend to explode. Like, because, when one has a binary, it allows actually more "ingroup" variation, but now, because "non-binary" had been so normalized, and the vast majority of people I know have an emotional need to be recognized as a man or as a woman, most women could feel a need to exagerate their femininity. It's also reflective of clothing too. For example, when one had this set rule: women wear dresses and men wear pants. Even if it seems rigid, it also meant that a man could have fun with ribbons, trims and colors if his budget would allow it, and his clothes would still be considered men's wear. A woman could wear the most dull, severe cut of dress, that's basically a buisness suit with a skirt, and her garments would still be considered a woman's dress. I think we humans, as a species, are both gendered and sexed, and most attempts to push it out tends to have it come back in, exept in a way that is objectively way worst.
I kind of agree but I also don't. If someone wants to be nonbinary and go by they/them, it's not my problem and I will respect that. Of course there could be reasons behind it - like a lot of cosplayers identify as genderqueer because they frequently dress up as characters of the opposite sex. So I don't think it's bad or anything.
I am in favor of women and men wearing whatever they want and not gendering clothes at all. I think men would be relieved to be able to wear summer dresses without being called slurs because they wouldn't feel so hot (and wouldn't sweat so much). And like, humans have this thing where they feel the need to organize everything into neat boxes. Look at academia, everything gets categorized for easier perception. That's also why everything gets gendered. That's a natural process we'll probably never get past, since even in lgbtq spaces people say "fem-presenting nonbinary" or "amab nonbinary". If they're truly nonbinary, why gender them at all? I know this ask wasn't about that, but the hypocrisy of the lgbtq community astounds me.
Also I used to feel uneasy because I'm not sure if I'm into men or if it's just "straight girl propaganda" everywhere that makes me even consider liking them, so how do I label myself? Am I bi, lesbian, something else entirely? So I decided to ditch the labels completely since it's nobody's business who I like, and there's a certain relief that comes with that. Maybe gender abolishionists feel the same way about gender. Hell, even I sometimes feel the same way about gender and I don't overthink my identity as a woman at all... anymore.
Also yeah at like 15 I thought that maybe I'm nonbinary because I didn't like my newly feminine body, I felt uncomfortable and sexual since I wanted to be flat and dainty like models and wear trendy clothes without looking like a hooker. But it went away and I didn't need to change my gender ever. So maybe nonbinary ppl feel that way too, and don't need to change genders, but it's not my place to judge them or tell them "hey, you have to choose 1 of the 2". Like I said in the beginning, not my business, so I'll respect their choice even though I personally feel different. I'd rather my kid used "he/she/they/bunny" pronouns online than see them drink or do drugs or something.
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A Warrior’s heart (Marcel Galliard x Reader) » Part VI
Word count: 2 254
Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes
Info: canon AU where Marcel didn’t die; also the reader is an Eldian Warrior from Marley but not a Titan Shifter
PART I / PART II / PART III / PART IV / PART V
A Warrior’s heart (Part VI)
„The guards told me you haven’t been eating anything,“ said Commander Magath when he stopped at your cell. His eyes looked you over very carefully as if it was your first encounter ever. Or as if he forgot who you were and what you looked like in just three days. „You want to collapse right there in front of the court?“
„No need to worry about that,“ you muttered, pulling your knees even closer to your chest. Laying and sitting on the prison bed felt like torture, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. „I’m just not hungry. And the food is disgusting.“ You tried it because getting weak and potentially sick could cause you more problems. But you almost threw up after the first few bites, so you decided to stay away from everything they brought you.
„Are you willing to talk to me?“
His question surprised you. Were you really in a position to decline an offer like that? „Yes, Commander,“ you answered him, closing your eyes for a second.
He called one of the guards to open your cell and let him inside. Commander Magath carefully walked towards you, looked you over one last time, and sat down right next to you. His sudden closeness startled you a little, but you didn’t move away from him.
„For now, you were deprived of your status of an honorary Marleyan. But only you, your sister can still receive the best medical care as if she was a Marleyan.“
You nodded, feeling like you could finally breathe for the first time in the last three years. The tears you cried weren’t for your lost status. But for your family. You feared the worst because nobody told you anything about them. You didn’t even know if they were informed about your return from Paradis.
„Thank you, I’m really grateful,“ you said quietly, resting your chin on your knees. Your whole body was in pain that was worsening by the minute. Everything hurt so bad... even breathing and thinking. And mostly overthinking every little detail of your life. Everything that led you to this moment. Into this cell. „Do they know I am here? Back in Marley?“
„Yes, they were informed the day of your return. And they also know that you’re awaiting a trial at the Military Court.“
You nodded again, taking a deep breath through your nose and holding it in for a short while. It was hard, almost impossible to fall or stay asleep. Nightmares were haunting you every time you closed your eyes. When you finally fell asleep, you woke up in a cold sweat and with tears in your eyes, desperately searching for Marcel. But he was never by your side. The bed was so cold without him laying next to you, the mattress hard and uncomfortable.
Nobody told you what happened to the other Warriors. But since they weren’t here, you hoped all of them returned home. Mainly Marcel and Reiner, since Zeke and Pieck had almost nothing to do with your mission. It would be really cruel to blame them for your failure. If it wasn’t for them, none of you would’ve made it back home.
„I visited them yesterday, they are doing okay. But are really worried about you.“ A desperate smile made its way to your lips. You wanted to ask him so many questions about your mother and sister but didn’t dare to do it. It would unnecessarily hurt you even more. „You can see them after court.“
„Even if I’ll be officially found guilty?“ He nodded shortly, resting his elbows on his knees and fixing his gaze on his boots. „Thank you.“
The whole conversation felt forced, but for some reason, it didn’t seem like he was about to leave you alone once again. He came to say something but didn’t get to it just yet. So you waited. For many long, awkwardly quiet minutes. Your left hand found its way to the silver heart locket around your neck and squeezed it carefully, but also hard enough to sense the comforting cold feeling in your palm.
„Hurting you or the other Warriors was never my intention,“ he said finally, clenching his hands into fists. He was visibly struggling with his words but still felt it necessary to say them out loud. „I did believe in all of you.“
„Why was it necessary to send a bunch of kids on a mission like that?“ you asked openly, suddenly feeling no fear. You were already behind bars, what worse could happen? „Marley has a huge army full of better trained and surely more capable men or women. Why did you choose to use kids for something like this? Can you even imagine what we all went through?“
„We trained all of you since you were five or six years old. The army was the only thing you knew for so many years. All of you lived to serve Marley and get something in return. Something special and very valuable.“
„That’s not the right answer, Commander.“
„And what do you want me to say, Y/N?“ Hearing your first name from his mouth sounded weird, almost a bit terrifying. He never did that, almost no one in the military did that. They kept using your last name, for it sounded more professional. The army never saw you as kids who needed some special treatment.
„I don’t know. Maybe... maybe I’m waiting for an apology.“ His quiet laugh made you flinch a bit. Did you ever hear him laugh before? „You ruined us all. Bertholdt is dead, and Annie may be too. The others have a few years left to live. And I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror anymore because of all the things that Marley made me do. Maybe it wasn’t me who breached the Walls, but I was there. I saw those people dying, I heard them screaming when they were getting eaten by the Titans... by people like me, who you sent to Paradis.“
Even if you didn’t eat anything for the last three days, the urge to throw up was growing stronger with every passing second.
„How do you expect us to live with what we’ve done? Yes, Marcel and Reiner maybe hide their feeling better than I do, but they are just as broken, Commander.“
Some days it was only Marcel who could keep you sane. His presence in your life, the love he made you feel with every word or every touch. But on other days even his best attempts weren’t enough. Since the battle in Trost a few months back, you could feel your mind drift to dark places more and more often. You were slowly but surely losing touch with reality. And sometimes not even Marcel was able to lure you back from the darkest places in your mind and soul.
Not when you didn’t know who you really were and where your loyalty lay.
And not when he was struggling as well.
Marcel tried to hide it, but there were moments you saw the mask slip off his face and reveal his true feelings. He was losing it, too. Just like all of you at some point. Because after all... you all were just ordinary people. Individuals with their own beliefs and coping mechanisms.
„You know, Commander... there are no good or bad Eldians. In the end, we are all the same.“ It’s just the environment all of us grew up in. The government we were taught to obey and listen to. That made us different. But nothing else. People from Paradis were the same as people here in the internment zone. Many of them even better. „It’s a shame we had to learn it the hard way.“
„You can’t...“
Your laugh surprised him even more than your words. „Don’t worry, sir. I am not planning to spread these kinds of words outside this cell. All I ever wanted was to protect my family and save my sister. And I am still determined to do everything in my power to keep them safe.“
„All those years of training you did your very best. I saw that every single day and heard you cry many times when you thought no one was close by. But inheriting a Titan simply wasn’t for you, that kind of power needed someone else.“ You nodded in agreement. He was right and you knew for many years now. And after all, you got what you were trying so hard to accomplish even without inheriting one of the Titans. You became an honorary Marleyan and got your family the help they needed. That was all that mattered. „But you had other important and very promising qualities. That is why I gave you a chance. I believed, that you will be the one to lead the Warriors to success on Paradis. Marcel was never meant to be the leader, that place was meant for you.“
„What?“ you asked in utter shock, nervously pulling on the loose strands of your hair. „What are you talking about?“
„I wanted you to be the leader. But not everybody agreed, and my reasons didn’t stand a chance in front of the other officers responsible for the Paradis mission. I wasn’t able to convince them. They thought that Marcel was a better fit for such an important role.“
„What made you think that I would be a good leader?“
You were barely twelve years old back then. Marcel was a bit older, but still. He had the personality of a leader. All of you listened to him and respected his decisions naturally. You could never achieve that. Nobody would have listened to you. Merely because you simply wouldn’t know what to do.
You were a good and loyal follower. But would be surely a shitty leader.
„Your will and determination seemed much stronger. And you had a much longer life ahead of you than the other Warriors. That should have served as a good enough motivation.“
„Well, it didn’t,“ you uttered and slowly stood up, stretching your legs. The damned cell was too small to even walk around. All you could do was sit in one spot and overthink everything for the millionth time. „Next time you should think it through better, Commander. And not put so much hope in a kid, that barely knew what this cruel world was really about.“
You waited for his response, but it never came. Magath stayed quiet for a long time before he finally stood up, and reached for your shoulder. It scared you, but you didn’t pull away. Quiet the opposite. You looked over your shoulder and right into his eyes. It felt like an eternity until he finally looked away, squeezed your shoulder, and called for the guard who let him out again.
„Make sure you eat something today,“ he murmured while slowly walking away, not looking in your direction anymore.
It took you a while until you sat back down, pulled your knees to your chest, bowed your head, and closed your eyes. Your eyelids felt so heavy all of a sudden. Sleep was lurking somewhere near, you could sense it. But when you lay down and pulled the thin blanket over your exhausted body and head, memories came flashing back. All of them at once. Every horrible thing you’ve done to the people who never harmed you in any way.
Despite everything you fell asleep after a short while. Only for about two hours, but it was still something. After waking up, you felt at least a little bit better. But still, your first instinct after opening your eyes was searching for Marcel. You hoped he would miraculously appear right there next to you, so you could wake up in the warmth of his embrace.
But Marcel wasn’t there. His beautiful golden eyes and handsome face weren’t the first things you saw. It was the old cement wall of the holding cell. His sweet kisses didn’t help you wake up and snap back to reality. His fingers weren’t entangled in your hair, and his body wasn’t pressed against yours.
Commander Magath’s visit felt like it happened in a different reality. Maybe it did. Maybe he never bothered to come and talk to you. Why would he? Compared to him, you were nothing. Simply no one. Not a person whose life would really matter.
You rubbed your eyes sleepily and turned around, looking at the ceiling. Not eating anything was starting to take its toll. You felt nauseous and dizzy, and even your arms were almost too weak when you tried to push yourself up to a sitting position. Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes once more, naively trying to fight sleep.
In the end, your head found itself back on the pillow. Sleeping seemed to be the best way to pass time. Mainly because you wanted to avoid dinner time and stop your brain from wandering to the darkest, most hopeless places. Nightmares chased after you during the whole night, you woke in a cold sweat a couple of times, but fell back asleep every time.
When you woke up in the morning, a tray with breakfast was waiting for you on the ground right in front of your bed. And it looked much more appetizing than anything they've brought you before.
It almost looked like someone put in a word for you and finally granted you food, that didn’t make you throw up even before you tasted it.
To be continued...
PART VII
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A Harmonious Serenade
JiU x GN! Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None
"Stop stressing about the music recital, you'll do great, like you always do!" JiU stated.
"I can't help it, darling. I've worked so hard to get here that I do not want to screw this up." Y/N said as they put the sheet music down in front of them.
JiU noticed their tense expression as they studied the notes carefully, she sighed at the sight.
"Ever the perfectionist, are you?" JiU spoke with a smile. She hugged Y/N from behind, placing a kiss on their cheek before looking into their eyes with nothing but sincerity as she spoke "You'll do great. You always do. Nothing in this world can stop you now. You've constantly picked yourself up off the ground and worked your butt off just to fulfill your dreams, and here you are. You are a talented soul and you deserve to be heard, whether you mess up or not. One mistake does not erase all the talent you have."
At her words, Y/N smiled and leaned in to her touch.
JiU always had a calming aura around her that Y/N loved. JiU brought the peace needed in Y/N's studio whenever they played the piano.
JiU's presence alone was enough to calm Y/N down, and she was happy to be there for Y/N whenever they needed her.
"I love you."
"I love you too, my dear."
The day of the recital was the day you were excited for, yet also dreaded.
The energy that ran through the backstage didn't seem to help with the nerves. Everyone was running around, transferring things or people from one place to another, either speaking calmly or yelling. This was indeed no place that Y/N could take a breather at, so they retreated to the waiting room.
"SURPRISE!" Y/N heard the familiar voice of the girl they so loved.
Y/N immediately hugged JiU, trying so hard to calm down.
"Woah, what's wrong, darling? What is it?" JiU asked, as she cupped your face and looked you in the eye with worry in hers.
"Everything's so hectic, you know how I have to be completely relaxed in order to complete a piece, right? The energy outside isn't exactly helping. What if I get anxious right before I have to be pulled on stage and I mess up? I don't want to mess up! I practiced day and night for this, and I-" JiU placed a finger on Y/N's lips, silencing them.
"Baby, when you get anxious, just look at me, or squeeze my hand before you go on stage. I'll be here for you, okay? So, don't be anxious." JiU said as she leaned her forehead against yours. "You'll do a great job. The piece has basically became muscle memory for you at this point. You might even be able to play the whole piece without having to look at the notes nor the keys. You'll do great out there." You smiled at your girlfriend. She always knew the right words to say to calm you down.
She got on her tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. As she pulled away, she held your hands in hers and walked you back outside.
The energy of the backstage began to affect you again, and just as you were about to go back in the waiting room, JiU pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly.
"Y/N, you're up in 5 minutes." Said one of the staff.
JiU pulled away to give you a smile "You can do this."
You squeezed her hand before nervously walking on stage. The spotlight greeted you once you hit the stage and so did the numerous faces of the people in the audience.
You took a quick bow before sitting yourself in front of the piano.
Looking at the notes in front of you, you felt overwhelmed. Your heart began to race as you positioned your hands. Doubts began to fill your mind as your hands started to play the piano in front of you.
You began overthinking "Is this the right note? Am I reading this right? Is my sweating obvious? Is my nervousness obvious? Did I just make a mistake?!"
Suddenly, just as you were about to stop playing and get up and leave without finishing the piece, your eyes met JiU's who was looking at you with a proud expression. Her hands were clasped together tightly as her eyes remained on you.
There was a spark in her eyes as she admired the melody you created from the piano. Her smile only grew when she noticed you visibly relaxing as you continued the piece.
In that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in this auditorium. It felt as if you were playing a love song specifically created for the woman whose presence made you forget about everyone else in the room. It felt as if you were serenading her with a classic love song like "Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by Elvis Presley or "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" by Frankie Valli, which all speak the truth of your love for JiU.
It was a slow burn, but you always had your eyes on each other from the start. You both never wanted anyone else but each other. You knew that the ending of that slow burn would be a satisfying confession in which the two would kiss and everyone would rejoice as the story ended.
Right now was either the sequel or the story after. However, you felt as if your slow burn didn't need a sequel as no one could get in the way of the love you both felt for each other. It was the story after that, that was never told because it was known from the start that the stars aligned in your favor, fate decided that you two belonged together, and therefore, could never be broken apart.
You two felt your hearts connect through the music that flooded the air.
You didn't even notice the looks of awe the audience was giving as you stared at what seemed like nothing as you played the piano.
How could one be this talented?
You didn't know how you did it as well.
All you knew was JiU, the woman that you devoted every piece of music you either played or made.
No.
Not JiU.
Min Ji. Kim Min Ji.
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