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akindablueddy · 1 year

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Ooohh!! Did you post you Cap-wolf/Witch Tony fic or is it a fun head-fic? It looks vry cute in any case, have any points you wanna share?

🎃

Thanks!!

ah!! thanks for asking about it! 〔´∇｀〕

It’s um sort of in-between? It's not a completed and posted fic, but it has advanced from the head-fic stage in the sense that I’ve written down lots of notes about it and bits and pieces of scenes. Fingers crossed, one of these days I'll have the time and strength of mind to sit down and wrangle it all into paragraph form.

As for points I'd wanna share, hm... I could try to give the basic premise of it?

Steve's a werewolf (obviously), and he's spent the past half year since he received this curse trying and failing to find a cure. He's making his way deeper and deeper into a system of caves in preparation for the full moon when the wolf overtakes him (This universe's version of werewolf doesn't need contact with moonlight.). Steve's several days' subterranean journey is reversed in a matter of a few hours by the wolf, and the beast pounds off after the scent of a town filtering through the miles of forest between them.

Halfway through this forest, without warning, Steve is lifted back into consciousness and blearily peers up at the distinctly disappointed face of a witch. He can tell the man's a witch because of the otherwise unexplainable tendrils of light reaching toward him. Before he has the chance to get a single word out, he's shoved back down into unconsciousness. When he wakes, he's on the seashore. The ocean's so far from the region Steve lives in that he's never seen it before now. Even more miraculous than any distance travelled, not a single drop of blood stains his clothes.

Steve spends the next month hunting tirelessly for that witch in the woods.

The thirtieth secluded cottage he visits is overgrown and falling to pieces in places. Disregarding the seemingly abandoned state of the property after the small army of pumpkin golems springs to life and besieges him (as, he's discovered, is standard of occupied witches' dwellings), Steve marches through the bramble and pumpkin guts covering the faint memory of a front path and knocks on the door.

The witch he's been searching for does answer the door, though more out of confusion than anything else. But it takes several tries before Steve can get more than three sentences in before the witch magics him away to whatever far-off, increasingly dangerous location suits his fancy that day.

Wow ok, wait. I'm going on about this "basic premise" for way longer than I'd meant to. I'll try and wrap things up quick!

Eventually a conversation is managed. Steve learns that Tony is a witch who specializes in magical creatures and that his taming spell somehow worked on Steve's wolf. However, Tony, for reasons Steve can't comprehend, refuses to help Steve, you know, not go on a killing spree against his will once a month. Steve despises Tony for having no conscience, and Tony despises Steve for demanding his help, not leaving him the fuck alone, and also for being a former famed beast hunter (not for sport, don't worry).

But then, Steve discovers Tony stopped his wolf in the woods that night because he's deeply interested in studying the creature. Steve's all like "It's kind of sick for you to be so interested in studying bloodthirsty monsters." to which Tony rolls his eyes and tells him, "You're not a werewolf. Somehow, your form got bound to a particularly violent member of a species of beast that's near-extinct. How you two got bound, I don't know. Why's your beast so violent? Well, being bound to you's probably enough to drive anyone to madness." (He'll regret those words.)

Steve soon realizes he can strike up a deal: If Tony keeps Steve's beast tame for the full moon, in exchange, Tony can study the beast during that time. Neither of them is at all trusting that the other will keep their word, so they bind themselves to the arrangement using a magical oath with vague, magical consequences. Those vague, magical consequences are quickly demystified when Steve steps past the low, outer wall of the property.

Tony irritably flips through his spell book to find what on Earth either of them had done to break the oath so soon and then apparently un-break it once Steve walked back toward him. Horror dawns on him as he realizes he forgot about the distancing limit baked into the oath he chose. Steve's equally horrified but doesn't pass up the opportunity to laugh in Tony's face for being such a shit witch.

And so, Tony swears to work out a way of loosening the oath's boundaries, but in the meantime, he has no choice but to let Steve move in with him (mwahahaha). The first morning, Tony refuses to give Steve anything to do. After some arguing, he reluctantly agrees to Steve working around the yard just to keep him out of the house as much as possible. Once Steve's weeded, trimmed, and repaired every inch of the yard (with the help of the recovered pumpkin golems he gradually befriended), Tony reluctantly allows repairs and tidying of the inside of the house, except for the cramped library he spends most of his time in.

Ahh!! I am not "wrapping things up quick"! Ok basically, Steve and Tony slowly warm up to each other, and Tony starts forgetting to work day and night to find a way out of the oath. Steve helps Tony unpack his past and become less of a complete hermit. Tony helps Steve solve the mystery of his curse. Maybe they catch some feelings somewhere along the way.

Anyway! Thanks for shooting me a message letting me know you thought it was cute! Mega-warmed my heart since, as you can tell, this AU is- It's kind of on my mind. like kind of. 🎃

oh! and in the drawing: It's Tony info-dumping about his favorite beasts :3

#don't worry I will not and frankly can not insist you read it all the way through anon!#I'm just dropping the bones of the lore for anyone who remembers my capwolf post and is at all interested #Once again reminded of my chronic inability to summarize and keep things short #if given the opportunity to blab i simply will #maybe it just looks like a lot bc tumblr posts are formatted so skinny?#oh AND I don't know when exactly anon sent me this ask but I know it was a goddamn WHILE ago and I'm so sorry it took me this long!!!#school's got me by the throat and I'm actually still supposed to be studying rn but.... your ask needed answered!!#steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #marvel #ask

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mamahoggs · 2 years

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hey folks friendly reminder that

I BLOCK PEOPLE WHO TRY TO FOLLOW MY ADULT ACCOUNT WITH NO AGE IN BIO OR IN A PINNED POST.

i mostly use mobile so if it’s not in either of those i can’t see it. unfortunately i do believe that blocks you here too so all i’m saying is please read pinned posts and follow the rules thank you :)

#this is prompted because a mostly empty account followed me there and here #it’s gotta be a bot but still i feel so bad i’m sorry person if you are seeing this :(#but like rules are rules #idk can they message me on anon? i’ll take an appeal if they state their url and their age as long as they’re an adult #lian blabs

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lunarw0rks · 2 months

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────141 headcanons: touching the belly────

a/n: y'all know i'm a sucker for the the pregs trope so i had to do this request. and i only did the four dinguses for this one, sorry anon ☺️

warning(s): pregnancy, fluff+angst, invasion of reader's personal space/privacy, protectiveness, hurt/comfort?, afab!reader

‧˚₊ MAIN MASTERLIST ⟢ 141 MASTERLIST ‧₊˚⊹

๋࣭ ⭑ PRICE

⌞one of the perks of being married to john is being supported. quite literally the definition of it, in every form. that goes for your baby too, no questions asked. he's more akin to simon in being traditional while you're expecting. wants you home, resting and not lifting a finger.

he's very particular about who he lets close to you, more than ever now. it makes sense considering his work and the general fragility of a new family. in the same way as kyle, he's constantly stressed. wants everything to be perfect for you and soon to be little one.

always has his eye on you, just like he does all his men. there's nothing he doesn't see or already knows about. honestly, may even spot a bad apple before you do. won't even bother with politeness and will shoo them away before their hand(s) even make contact with your tummy.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SIMON

⌞ he was already protective enough before you got pregnant, but he's at a whole new level now. practically a full-time security guard by the time you reach your third trimester. ESPECIALLY when you two find yourselves out and about — which isn't often.

on the off chance that you're at some sort of gathering with simon, he's at your side no matter what. eyeing every person who approaches you, only chiming in when spoken to, out of mere courtesy. as soon as you give him any inkling of discomfort, he's asking you if he should go start the car.

one thing he hasn't gotten used to yet is the touching. how people often belaud pregnant women. cross boundaries constantly to get a feel of them and their bellies. it's already hard enough getting the man to relax, but it's hopeless now with all the new people he "needs" to keep an eye on. it's not a matter of him catching someone touching your belly; he'll already be standing there most likely. glares, huffs, will certainly go as far as removing their hand if it lingers long enough.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ SOAP

⌞doesn't see any point in excluding you from functions if you think you can handle them. loves having you on his lap or right beside him when he's out, even in pregnancy. as long as you're comfortable and able to signal to him when you're too tired or need something — he's just happy you're there.

most of all, johnny is fiercely protective of the bump. more than he is of you (which is nearly unfathomable, i know). and if there's one thing he loves more than you — it's gushing about you to anyone who'll listen. so, initially, he might not notice someone making you tense while amid his blabbing.

but after so long with him, you've learned to accept the flattery for what it is and remember how easy it is for him to get distracted. a firm squeeze to his hand or a tug to his jacket will do the trick. but once realizes what's happening, he's on it (with his new Dad Speed). finds a way to distract the person and slip you the car keys. promises he'll be out in two minutes to drive you home — and he always is.⌝

๋࣭ ⭑ GAZ

⌞ even though he'd prefer you bundled up in bed and waiting for him, kyle still enjoys doing things with you. he definitely gives a wider berth than the other guys, but he's just as vigilant (if not more). he's more subtle about it, if anything.

it isn't just you to protect anymore, it's you and his baby. so, forgive the man for his pinched brows and clenched fists, he's reverted into nothing but a ball of anxiety the further the months progress.

doesn't mind people having a feel of you, usually, when they only mean well (it's typically older ladies anyhow). but sometimes it's a more unsavory interaction; someone who isn't taking any hints, who can't bear to leave the two of you alone. on one hand, gaz understands — an expectant, attractive couple out on a wholesome shopping trip is bound to lure attention. he takes a slower approach, less hostile to avoid upsetting you anyone. brushes it off with an excuse; "oh, love, you got that appointment today, right? don't wanna be late." and then makes his exit, a guiding hand around your waist.⌝

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blue-jisungs · 11 months

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Hii ⭐

Txt with an idol s/o

Can u write this? 😸

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. hello anon! sorry you had to wait for so long, i hope u like it though!! i kind of wanted to write it as well but you gave me the perfect opportunity hehe

you can also find enha version here!! :D

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

first of all (and everyone saw it coming)… he absolutely devours your group’s choreos

like okay you’re his gf blah blah but he still will outshine you in the tiktoks you’re making because of your comebacks 😔

and also?? he’s always the first person ever to film a tiktok challenge w u and vice versa…. like your song could be out for only one hour and there’s already a tiktok of u two dancing (nooo not suspicious at all wdym)

other than that he’s such a sweetheart :(

he knows when you’re recording in the studio and will always make sure to drop by and bring you snacks/drinks, even if your company is on the other side of the town

or when he can’t get there in person he’ll send an uber to you with some food with cute sticky notes attached (“fighting! <3”)

and oh boy dating him means that you have access to his closet *-*

so while your fans call you an fashion icon, yeonjun is rolling his eyes at the fact that those are literally his clothes (“i styled them though!” “but y/n–?!”)

takes u on cute lil days usually in the evening and you’re the one who takes his candid pics to post on instagram username yawnzzn 😄😄😄😄😄

and if you have private insta you post pics that he took of you as well ^_^ but if you have an official acc you just wait a bit with posting so the fans won’t be able to connect the dots too quickly

and and :( he’s so cute like!! “yeah there was (your fav group) comeback right?? and they were on inkigayo, right??” *casually whips out a signed album* “oh and also i got (your bias)’s phone number and i gave them yours, they told me they’ll call you!!! i said you’d love to meet up and maybe film a challenge?”

fainting rn

will get jealous tho if u keep blabbing abt your bias so please cover him in kisses n cuddle w him :)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

papa bunny is treating you like one of his members

he can be sweet sometimes too 🙄

but most of the time he’ll scold u if you’re not sleeping/eating/resting enough… and also if you’re skipping practices

he’ll snitch to your leader?? or manager??

like tf.

but he’s so so cute :(

if you happen to have comebacks in similar time, you always end up opening each other’s albums!!

or even if it’s for example you, you’ll watch him open all the versions of the albums

bc he’s a fanboy. and you know it he’ll be your fanboy too <3

however filming tiktoks w him when you have a challenge… yeah good luck.

but it only takes one “oh okay i’ll go ask yeonjun then–“ and he’s there shaking his ass

he’ll be grumpy later tho 🙄

(“how could u even think of asking him when i’m your boyfriend!!!!!”)

fans think you’re really really close friends (esp if you’re under hybe too) so they’re like

“oh look!! y/n attended txt’s concert!! their friendship is so so cute!!”

and then you’re making out backstage… yeah cute friendship indeed :)

also expect him to tear up if you’re tearing up on a stage or at home bc you’re so overwhelmed by your fans support :( he just can’t help it + he’s super proud of u

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

cutie patootie on the highest levels :”)

just like soobin – he’s iu fanboy so ofc he’ll be yours too!!! will attend your concerts, have your light stick and pc collection

obv he’s acting like he doesn’t

in private you often sing each other’s songs

and he’d cover some of them on guitar ^_^

he’s constantly singing your songs underneath his breath

will even dance randomly, sometimes during to x do and the boys r like —.—

takes care of you….. you’re constantly on his mind, he’s so thoughtful

he’ll see one (1) bruise and right away inspect if you’re not going too hard on yourself <\\3

also gossips abt you with your band members 😑

and they send him pics of you when you’re not looking 😑😑

you both are trying your best to be careful abt your relationship but the fans are a little suspicious after you quite often… reference him or his lines

and he’s,,, well, himself and doesn’t really care

so sooner or later fans figure out lol!

but it’s not that bad actually <\\3

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

realistically speaking he’ll be the smartest with your relationship like no way in hell people would figure out

but he’s so cute help i love him sm :(

he carries a key chain of your representative animal near his keys and just!!! <\\3

he’ll take such good care of you too like 🥹

he knows it all abt taking care of your vocals and body esp when you’re working hard

so he’s pops in to your studio with warm water with honey and straight on acts like it just? fell from the sky?

“idk what do you mean i did not prepare this and carry just for you?? you’re so delusional sometimes i just found it on the street 😑 but drink it all”

yeah sure 🥰

and kind of bullies you intro working out but in the end working out with him is fun so you don’t mind :D

not only your fans are falling in love w u more and more hehehe but also tae also takes care of you after a harsh work out session so…. <3

and he’ll never admit but he loves your songs!! often uses some of them as a warm up or just hums then when he’s alone

will know a lot of choreos of yours as well but he’d rather die than say it out loud

but when he’s with guys tho

(he thinks it’s not that noticeable but it so is)

also if your company sucks ass he will not hesitate to do something about it – whether i’m person, email them or even hire someone to act on it 😳

mans got money, okay? and balls too. and also huge huge love for you 😌 so he’ll do whatever it takes if your comfort is being threatened

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

dispatch announced u as a couple and honestly this is the best outcome bc kai would have spilled it anyways

and needless to say you are like everyone’s fav :(

let’s be real, you two are cuties patooties so i’m not even surprised ^_^

fans set matching pfps of your pics :(

and kai is such a sweetheart he started collecting plushies of your representative animal and if you have a plushie (like bt21, skzoo) of you then he’ll just buy every single one that comes out + clothes :(

sleeps w them too :( esp when one of you is on a tour <\\3

oh and also on tours :( you’ll play on nintendos, animal crossing or something and leave notes for each other

or face time while you play and kai zones out sometimes bc he keeps staring at u and thinking how much he misses u instead of playing ☹️

you have the access card to each others companies (if you’re not in hybe) and the staff there is just 🧍‍♀️

loves you to death but is jealous how often you text and hang out with his sisters

esp if you film a tiktok with them first?? and then him?? offended (at least 20 kisses are needed to make him happy again)

carries your pcs everywhere!! wallet, phone case, attached to his bag in those cute little holders

supports u on the FULLEST ?!

sends trucks w coffees or snacks at your filming locations, attends your concerts, goes to events w you and promotes your songs on weverse :”)

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @cinnamoroxie ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang

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friendsoup · 5 months

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HALLO!! I THE ONE WHO REQ THE MEDI AND DIKKE FIC AND OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOUR WROTE THEM ALL. I legit have lot of fun reading it and laughing at poor digger but got bully by two serious person. I really adore how you write their interactions that just seem in character of them and then the end had me screaming in giddyness.

If is okay could i req again for medi and dikke with a reader that often sleep randomly at the most uncoventional of place, which is how vertin found out your relationship with them. Feel free to decline if you cant but still thank you so much again for writing my req i really love it and i hope you have a nice day!! 😭💖💖

Also i so sorry for ranting

A Quiet Moment

Recipe: Established romantic relationships, GN! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, Dumbass and idiot used as petnames, You and Medi try to out fluster each other, Dikke is a super simp for you, Vertin is supportive WC: 2,001

Chef's Note: WAAAHHH I'm glad you enjoyed the last one!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! I'm super happy to write for you again, anon! Don't be afraid to be a repeat customer! If you want, you can assign yourself an emoji even :0! Anyways, I had fun writing this! I have a bunch of requests I gotta bang out though....hehe

Medicine Pocket wasn’t the type for “love”. Or any other foolish emotions. They’ve always found romance to be such a stupid waste of time, taking away from more important things, like their research. More than once a scientist on their team would do something absent mindedly while thinking of their wife at home. Then they’d mess up, ruining Medi’s most important results. Those times were met with no sympathy, Medi ruthlessly tearing into her team members for their foolishness.

…However, you were kinda cute. And interesting. That’s what Medi liked about you most. You were strange, not like the other people they’ve met. They liked everything about you that was different. Your laugh, your personality, your interests. They found it fascinating the way you thought, the way you acted. Medi wanted to study you, and if that wasn’t love? They didn’t know what was. However, the two of you had been keeping things on the low. Medi didn’t want their reputation as a mad scientist to be tarnished, nor did they want to show any weakness in front of their fellow arcanists. Not to mention that you had a reputation of your own to uphold, and a lack of close friends on your team to blab to. The two of you kept quiet about your little arrangement, but that was fine. Neither of you felt the need to brag, and given how fast gossip spread around the suitcase, the two of you were happy to stay far from it. But oh, the foolishness of a person in love never fails.

Naps had always been one of your favorite ways to pass the time, and with how much training you were getting, a heavy layer of exhaustion hung over you like a blanket. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were always a few seconds from falling asleep. Lost within your own dreamy haze.

Today just happened to be especially tiring. You were helping out with some chores around the suitcase, preparing for the next mission, when you felt the strong siren call of another nap wash through you. You dragged yourself through the halls, your body too tired to stay upright for long. You needed a place to sleep, and quickly. You found your respite in the dining room, underneath the table. It was nowhere near meal time, so you were certain you’d be undisturbed for a while. Dropping to a crawl, you made your way underneath and placed your head on the wooden floor. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it, but it was enough for you to begin to drift off. Medi hadn’t been looking for you. At least, they didn’t think they were. They’d been wandering all day, avoiding chores like the plague and ignoring the urge to continue their studies. They’d been suffering through a major creative block with their experiments, which frustrated them to no end. They were a genius! Why couldn’t they get it together?

Medi found you underneath the table. At first they laughed at the sight, then a fond smile came to their face. And then, realization. “[Y/N]!” They called, kneeling down to your side. “You’re going to hurt your back if you sleep on the hard floor!” They warned, shaking you awake.

Groggily, you turned to them, annoyed that your nap had been cut short. “Nuh-uh.” “The fuck do you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?!” They exclaimed, “Dumbass! You’re going to hurt yourself! What are you thinking?!” “Tired.” You answer. “So, so tired.” Medi bites their fingertip through the glove, narrowing their eyes at you. “I’ll have to take a blood test to make sure you’re healthy. Even for an idiot like you, this isn’t healthy.”

“You’re worried.” You state, a warm smile growing on your sleepy face. “Nuh-uh!” Medicine Pocket shoots back, turning their face away from you. You can see a blush on their cheeks.

“You know…” You begin, reaching for their hand, “I might sleep better if I have something to rest my head on.” Medicine Pocket’s face grows redder, a pout twisting their expression. “What are you getting at, dumbass? Spit it out!”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?” You ask, bluntly.

Medi covers their face with their hand, still not daring to look at you. A smug smile grows on your lips, enjoying how much you’ve flustered your partner. You don’t expect them to agree, PDA isn’t something the both of you necessarily enjoy. It’s more a game of chicken, seeing who bends first. Medicine Pocket swallows, then nods. “Of course you can.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t serious!” You argue, the thought of PDA making your face heat up. “Too late to back out now!” They giggle, scooching next to you. They take a seat right next to your head, patting their lap. “Come on, sweetheart, take a nap with me.”

The pet name, despite how mockingly it’s used, sends an arrow straight through your heart. Though you’re hesitant, the offer is appealing. Cuddling with Medi isn’t something you often get to do, and here they are, presenting you with the opportunity. And so you lift your head, and place it on their lap. They squeak instantly, the flush returning to their face all at once. “Hey! What if someone sees us?” “They won’t.” You mutter, already losing the battle to sleep. You yawn. Medicine Pocket is so warm, and feels so soft beneath your head. You could stay like this forever, you think. “Nobody will.”

“Are you sure?” Medicine Pocket asks, yet they get no answer. You’ve already fallen asleep, lost in your own dreams. Medicine Pocket sighs, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair softly. You remind them of one of their dogs like this. All gentle and cute. They find themselves smiling uncontrollably, lost in the bliss of being close to you. About a half hour later, Vertin enters the dining room. “Medicine Pocket? [Y/N]?” She calls, glancing around the room. “Where did the two of you go?” She asks herself, a scowl deepening on her face. The two of you were skipping your responsibilities, and as leader, she had to get you both on track. Medi froze, eyes wide with fear. They couldn’t be caught in a situation like this! Especially by the Timekeeper! But they also couldn’t escape! Your sleeping face was just too cute, they didn’t want to disturb it!

And then you snored. It was a slight, quick breath, but Vertin is a very perceptive girl, and she heard it right away.

“[Y/N]?” Vertin asked, “Are you napping again? You’ve ought to get your tiredness checked out by a-” She leaned over to peer under the table, locking eyes with Medicine pocket. “Oh!” Vertin exclaimed, before her eyes fell upon you, slumbering away. “Oooh.” “It’s not what it looks like!” Medi objected, keeping their voice to a hush. “It’s just- I’m just! It’s an experiment! They’re a test subject to me!” A light danced in Vertin's eyes as she saw you two, though her face bore no changed expression. “It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” She gave a curt nod, and stood. “Vertin- Wait!” Medicine called behind her, panic in their voice. “You’ve got it all wrong! No!” “You have nothing to worry about.” Vertin reassured them. “I wish you two love and prosperity.”

“Vertin?!”

Though Vertin did not breathe a word to a single soul, the suitcase was alight a week later with rumors of the new couple among their numbers. And though your days of being a quiet couple were over, at least Medi didn’t feel so embarrassed to be seen sleeping next to you anymore.

Her Peace

Dikke had never been a fan of romance in plays.

The way bards would speak on and on about the sweetness of love, of the bliss of another’s touch, of the pangs in one’s heart, it didn’t seem possible to her. How could love be so powerful? She’d felt romance before, towards some fellow knights, though her feelings never clouded her judgment. She always managed to keep a clear mind, and was able to keep her thoughts rational. The stuff the bards spoke of was hyperbole. …You muddied that belief. Dikke was unbelievably weak for you. It scared her, in all honesty. She’d never been so vulnerable around someone before. Your smile made her sway, your laugh made her weak in the knees. She found herself thinking of you late into the night, unable to close her eyes without seeing your face. The walls she’d spent so many years building, crashed around her. Destroyed by a single person. Nobody knew of this relationship of yours. It wasn’t as though it was secret, it just wasn’t something you discussed with other people. Dikke didn’t often speak on matters of the heart, and you never found a good excuse to bring it up. And thus, the suitcase was unaware of the budding relationship in their midsts. Dikke had been training for hours. It was what she did to clear her mind, to calm her anxieties. There was something comforting about doing repeated exercises. It kept both her and her blade sharp. However, it was also extraordinarily tiring. The hard labor strained her muscles, making each movement painful. Though she was careful to never overexert herself, she still remained sore after each intensive workout. This time was no different.

Dikke dragged herself through the forest, focusing on her deep breaths. Birds sang in the trees around her, the same songs they’d sung in her homeland. Bees buzzed by her, brushing gently against her as she walked, clumsily making their way through. The same way they did a hundred years ago. And before then as well. Dikke lost herself in thought as she walked, allowing the nostalgia to ease her weary bones. And then she saw you. Like something out of a fairytale. You were sprawled beneath a grand oak tree, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Dikke was stunned by your beauty, completely beside herself at the sight of you. Was it OK for her to see you like this? So vulnerable and pretty? Her heartbeat quickened, it was so loud she was worried it would wake you. You looked so peaceful, it made her dizzy. The fact that you could sleep so soundly here, without a care in the world… She wanted that tranquility. That trust in the world. Dikke sat next to you in the plush grass, keeping her guard up. She couldn’t just leave you here! What if something happened? She’d never forgive herself! As quietly as she could, she removed her cape, draping it over you in a single movement. Dikke loved the view of you in her cape. Seeing it made it hard for her to think, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. Surely it was alright to indulge. Just this once? You wouldn’t mind the company, would you? Holding her breath, Dikke laid beside you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. She didn’t want to intrude, but she wanted some of that peace. Some of that tranquility you held.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. The mix of the workout and your presence was too much on her weary mind. By the time Vertin found the two of you, you were entangled in each other’s arms. Your head on Dikke’s chest, and her face pressed into your hair. The sight surprised the timekeeper, though she knew better than to react. She didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Later, Vertin would seek you out. “I see you’ve found your knight in shining armor.” She tells you. Though it doesn’t reach her face, you can hear the smirk in her voice. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, confused. “I wish you and Dikke well. That’s all you need to know.” She responds. You grow too flustered to continue the conversation any further.

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Opposites Attract [ZCL/NJM] (M)

Description: Your relationship with Jaemin started out simple--friends with benefits with zero complications...until there was one. That complication's name is Zhong Chenle, and after Jaemin agrees to expand your exclusivity deal to involve him, there's only one logical thing left to do...

Genre: Smut. That's it. It's literally 4.4k worth of smut.

This was a request! Thank you for requesting what turned into what is most likely the longest sex scene I have ever written LOL (and to the other anon in my inbox, my wonderfully Jaemle-fied brain is coming for you next)

Content Warnings: Explicit, rough, unprotected sex (don't do the unprotected part), Chenle says pretty girl again (not sorry) and also slut because duality (again?), Jaemin says princess and whore once i think? Overstimulation !!! and crying because of that...oh and also threesome? didn't know if that was clear lol

Word Count: 4,392

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader x Na Jaemin (the lack of Jaemle gifs is a literal crime so HERE is a picture I found off the internet)

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Your arrangement is out of the ordinary, sure, but none of you are complaining. It started off fairly simple, with just you and Jaemin having your way with each other whenever you felt like it. You’d been friends with the boys practically forever at this point—you never kept secrets from them, and they never kept them from you, either.

That is…until you and Jaemin agreed to be friends with benefits. You both were much too busy to have anything real, and there honestly wasn’t anyone else you’d trust enough to not blab about it to all the other boys.

Chenle snuck his way in, figuratively and literally. You and Jaemin were normally very, very careful with this. None of the boys even had suspicions.

In group settings, he treats you like he treats the rest of them.

In private? You’re his princess, and he worships the ground you walk on.

That day, Jaemin texted you asking you to come over. It was the middle of the afternoon, and your activities were usually saved for nighttime. Either way, you didn’t hesitate. After almost six months of this arrangement, your body automatically responded to him. He never let you down.

He must’ve been frustrated about something because the two of you didn’t make it past the couch to his bedroom. Both of you were shirtless and he was pressed between your legs when his front door opened. Jaemin immediately pressed his chest to yours to cover you the best he could.

“Six months of everyone being ignorant to this has not been long enough,” Jaemin groaned, looking up at Chenle standing in the doorway.

He blinked rapidly at the two of you, in shock more than anything else. Nobody had even come close to suspecting the two of you.

“Dude,” Jaemin said. “Do you mind turning around so I can make sure she’s decent?”

“Yeah, duh. Shit.” Chenle whipped around to stare at the door, tugging his fingers through his hair.

Jaemin quickly grabbed your shirt and whispered an apology and a promise to make it up to you later. You took a deep breath and sat up on the couch, patting your cheeks to snap yourself out of your Jaemin haze.

“I didn’t know you two were a thing.” Chenle turned back to you, arms crossed over his chest.

You and Jaemin glanced at each other before Jaemin replied, “We’re not.”

“Oh, right. I forget that people who aren’t involved have sex all the time. Which is like…the definition of involved.” Chenle quirked an eyebrow.

“We’re not dating, is what he means.” You tried to explain it without spelling it out for him.

“So, he wouldn’t be mad if I asked you for a turn?” Chenle looked at Jaemin, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’d be perfectly okay with that?”

Jaemin’s jaw tightens. “It’s…Don’t be an idiot. There’s no feelings or dating, but it’s still exclusive.”

“Jaem.” You paused and studied Chenle closely. The way your mind strayed could simply be because you were interrupted right when an indescribable amount of heat flooded your body, but at this point, it didn’t even matter.

“What?”

“Why don’t we let him watch?” You tugged Jaemin closer to you and made brief eye contact with him before you dipped down to leave open-mouthed kisses along his neck.

Jaemin let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you want?”

“Ask him.”

Chenle stood there, watching you with laser focus as your hand moved down to palm Jaemin’s bulge through his jeans. His lips parted, tongue running over the edges of his teeth.

“Well?” Jaemin sighed. “Sit down and watch or get the fuck out.”

Without wasting another second, Chenle sat in the recliner and rested his elbows on his knees while he leaned forward.

You did this for two reasons—one, you’d always been attracted to Chenle. You’d always wondered what it’d be like to screw around with him, too, but that was mostly before things started with Jaemin. Two, having someone watch the two of you meant Jaemin would be going all out. He’d want to turn you into a moaning mess, to show that he was the one who made you feel good.

Jaemin is a tender lover, the type that memorizes every inch of your body and uses it accordingly. He’d be rough with you if you asked him too, but his favorite thing is watching you fall apart over and over again as he takes his time and pays attention to details. He knows when you’re close, the specific way to rub your clit to send you over the edge when his hips rutt against yours.

That day, Chenle did watch you. He didn’t get to do much more than that, but he got to witness the way Jaemin worshiped you. The way every single touch of his was deliberate in bringing you to the utmost peak of your pleasure—you went higher and higher every time you were with Jaemin.

He didn’t just watch, though. Not when Jaemin’s head was buried between your thighs, tongue-fucking you to oblivion. Chenle had taken himself out of his shorts and jerked himself off to the sound of your pleasure. When Jaemin finally slid his thick cock into you, he buried his head in your neck and kissed, licked, nipped, everything you liked. He fucked you with such precision, all while you were spread out wide on his couch, fully naked and on display for Chenle.

Jaemin paid him no attention. Only you. Only ever you.

“You fuck her raw?” Chenle’s voice was strained as his hand matched the pace Jaemin thrusted into you.

“Feels good.” Jaemin nodded, breath hitching when you clench around him. “Such a tight little pussy.”

A moan slipped past Chenle’s lips. The sound had you digging your nails into Jaemin’s shoulders. At that moment, you made eye contact with Chenle, and his hand jerked his cock faster. He started cursing quietly, eyebrows furrowing as he neared his end. Jaemin reached between the two of you and rubbed his perfect circles on your clit, and as your orgasm hit you hard, your back arched and you couldn’t contain your scream of pleasure.

When your vision unblurred, you saw Chenle with ropes of white on his T-shirt and his head dropped against the back of the chair. He gulped, trying his best to calm down. Jaemin groaned in your ear and spilled deep inside you, rocking his hips to help you come down from one of the best orgasms you’d had in a long time.

A week or so later when Jaemin gave you permission to initiate a similar relationship with Chenle, you didn’t hesitate. Luckily for you, Jaemin wasn’t possessive, and as long as you were still equally as interested in him, he didn’t care if you fucked Chenle, too.

The first time you did, you were floored and amazed by the differences between the two. Jaemin was tender, caring, gentle. You were royalty in his eyes, something to be worshiped. Chenle, on the other hand, was rough by default. He called you names that had your toes curling that Jaemin would probably punch him in the face for saying.

From that day forward, you fucked one of the two depending on your mood. They respected it and never questioned you, and the arrangement worked so well. Although the two of them stayed separate—they’d never fucked you at the same time, nor did either of them suggest it.

A shame, really.

And now, here you are—surrounded by your five oblivious friends and your two fuck buddies. What could go wrong?

Jaemin was good at being subtle, but when Chenle wanted to fuck you, you knew. A dark look would form in his eyes and they’d sharpen. Jaemin showed his want in more subtle ways, like when his touch would linger a tad too long on your shoulder, or when he’d move past you and touch your waist.

After the rest of the boys leave, Chenle and Jaemin stay behind. This isn’t unnatural, and honestly, they’ve been closer lately than they’ve been in a long time. You settle between them on the couch, closing your eyes and leaning your head on Chenle’s shoulder.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” You nod.

Chenle puts his hand on your thigh, moving it higher and higher until it sits at the edge of your denim shorts. You immediately clench your legs together. Since that first time Chenle watched you and Jaemin, nothing like that had happened again. To have him touching you like this with Jaemin right next to you spurs thoughts in you that you’re unsure if either of them would be down with.

Chenle’s fingers slide beneath your shorts, teasingly rubbing along your skin. You glance over at Jaemin, sucking in a sharp breath when you see his eyes locked where you’re being touched.

“Look at you, Princess.” He clicks his tongue, brushing your hair behind your ear. “He’s barely touching you.”

Wetness pools at your core.

Chenle drags his nails across the hem of your panties. “Always so wet and ready. Bet you’d beg for cock, wouldn’t you?”

“Wouldn’t she look so good stuffed with two?” Jaemin reaches beneath your shirt and tugs your bra down to free your breasts. You gasp when he rolls your nipple.

“Fuck, she’d go crazy with you fucking her pussy and me fucking that pretty mouth.” His moves further, barely brushing against your clothed core. “What do you say, pretty girl? You want us both?”

Between Chenle’s teasing and Jaemin playing with your breasts, you can’t do anything but whine. You’ve dreamed of taking them both since Chenle watched you and Jaemin.

“Of course, she does,” Jaemin coos. “Look at her squirming already. We’ve barely even touched her.”

“Please.” You gasp, lifting your hips to try and get Chenle to apply more pressure.

“Who do you want to stretch you out?” Jaemin asks, pulling your shirt over your head before quickly unclasping your bra. “Don’t be shy, baby. Tell us who you want.”

“Both,” you moan. “Don’t stop touching me, please.”

Jaemin leans down to kiss over your chest while Chenle’s lips connect with your neck. You whimper, toes already curling at the feeling of their tongues leaving wet trails on you.

Chenle pops the button on your shorts, the undeniably simple motion making heat swarm every inch of your body. He tugs them off of you. You’re left in a pair of lace panties, but both of the boys are fully clothed. You pull Jaemin away from your breasts to kiss him hard, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt while Chenle fingers dance down your body to your core.

“God, Jaem, she’s soaked.” Chenle lets out a relaxed sigh. “Perfect little cockslut.”

When a shudder runs through you, Jaemin hums against your lips. “Did you like that, Princess? You like when he touches your pretty pussy while he thinks about fucking you like a whore?”

As the words leave Jaemin’s mouth, Chenle’s thumb presses against your clit through your panties and you slam your thighs together. Holy shit, that really just came out of his mouth. Your legs shake as you squirm.

“Don’t be like that,” Jaemin says, gripping one of your thighs while the other man grabs the other. The two of them wrench them apart so Chenle can continue his work.

“You want me to make you cum?” he asks, lips brushing the tip of your ear. “Gonna make you finish so much today, and you’re gonna take it like the good little slut you are.”

You nod, dropping your head back on the cushions. “Please. Please.”

He moves your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers in with ease. His palm presses into your clit with every thrust of his hand, and his tongue licks along your pulse. The two men are much too strong, and any attempts to close your legs is futile.

Jaemin latches on to the other side of your neck, nipping the base of it. You try your best to rock your hips, but the magic happening inside you doesn’t require your help. It never does when it comes to them.

Chenle adds a third, breath shuddering at how easy you take it, how much the wetness gushes around his fingers.

“Look at you,” Jaemin whispers. “So good at taking what we give you.”

You can’t even come up with coherent words. You end up mumbling gibberish at him as the bubble starts to form. It takes one last brush of Chenle’s palm on your sensitive bud to send you flying over the edge, your back arching as a scream leaves your lips.

The three of you sit in silence for a moment, even as Chenle gently thrusts his hand to help you come down from your high. The only sound is your rough breathing.

Jaemin reaches up to caress your face. “Why don’t you go wait in the bedroom? We’ll be in in a second.”

Although the last thing you want to do is separate yourself from them, you stand on shaky legs anyway. Chenle quickly grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing it before giving it a rough smack.

You’re only alone for a couple minutes at most before they follow you in. Having them both in front of you and towering over you is intimidating this way, but you don’t shy away from them.

Chenle grabs a pillow from the bed, tossing it on the floor in front of Jaemin while the latter pulls his shirt over his head and starts undoing his pants.

“Didn’t want you to hurt your knees while you suck my cock,” Jaemin says, gesturing to the pillow. “Take your panties off and show me why you deserve to get fucked.”

You quickly do what he says, knees sinking into the soft fabric as your mouth waters at the sight of him pulling his pants down. You’re so concentrated on Jaemin, you almost don’t notice Chenle below you. His head rests down on the pillow, his hands already moving to explore the expanse of your legs.

“What are you doing?” Your face burns at the thousands of thoughts racing through you brain.

“None of that.” Jaemin grips your chin and lifts so you have to look at him. “Don’t pay him any attention when I need you like this.”

His shirt is absent from his chest, hard planes of muscle on display for you. You crave to lick him all over. He pushes his jeans and his boxers down his legs, eyes closing when you waste no time. You wrap your hand around his rock hard cock, jerking him slowly while you prepare yourself to take him in your mouth.

You take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around. When you feel Chenle’s hands exploring the back of your thighs, you gasp. Jaemin uses the opportunity of your widened mouth to push himself further inside. He gently grips your hair, guiding you since you’re so distracted by what the other man is doing between your legs. You try to breathe through your nose, hollow your cheeks, do anything to aid in Jaemin’s pleasure, but your entire body shudders when Chenle squeezes your ass. You moan, reaching forward to grip Jaemin’s legs. That’s the only way you’ll keep yourself afloat between the both of them.

Your eyes water when Jaemin hits the back of your throat, causing it to constrict around him. He lets out a groan, his grasp tightening slightly. You feel Chenle shift below you, but you’re much too preoccupied to ask or see what he’s doing.

Hands still massaging your ass, Chenle presses a kiss to your throbbing clit. Your whine is barely heard while muffled by the cock thrusting into your mouth. Your knees wobble as Chenle flattens his tongue and licks up your slit, nails digging into your skin.

“That’s it, Princess,” Jaemin coos. “Your mouth is so perfect.”

You take initiative then, bobbing your head and taking him in as deep as you can while you grind down on Chenle’s tongue. Your moans increase in frequency as his lips wrap around your bud and his fingers circle your entrance.

Between the heavy cock on your tongue and the stimulation of your clit, your orgasm builds much faster than you anticipate. You never want this to be over. All you want is to be between them forever, feeling unimaginable pleasure at their hands.

“You’re doing so good,” Jaemin mutters.

You’re building and building and building, and then Chenle curls his fingers, and you scream around Jaemin. His hips buck involuntarily into your face, slamming his tip into the back of your throat. He pulls out of your mouth, chest heaving as he watches you crumble onto the man below you.

Chenle yanks you down until you’re sitting on his face, and he brings you down from your high gently.

“Fuck, that was close,” Jaemin groans, tugging his fingers through his hair. “Let her go now.”

One last lick to your entrance, and Chenle’s sliding out from under you, offering you help in standing up. His face glistens with your arousal, and unbelievably, it sends another wave of heat through your body. You kiss him, sighing at the taste of yourself on his lips.

Jaemin’s hands find your waist, squeezing you gently. “Get on the bed, baby. All fours.”

Your body is tingling from your recent orgasm when you pull away from Chenle to do as Jaemin says. Barely able to hold yourself up, you clench around nothing in excitement when the bed dips behind you.

They’re both out of sight, but you can always tell who’s touching you. Jaemin’s touches were soft and deliberate, and Chenle’s were rough and messy. Two completely different styles, but either way, they had you craving them both somehow.

“You ready for me?” Jaemin whispers, teasing your cunt with his cock. “You’re so fucking soaked.”

You only have to wonder about Chenle briefly, wondering where he’s at, because he climbs on the bed in front of you, the rest of his clothes shed and precum dripping from his tip. Your mouth waters all over again.

“Go easy on me, pretty girl.” Chenle bunches your hair in a ponytail. “I still want to fuck you when he’s done.”

Your eyes widen. Knowing Jaemin, there’s no way he’ll fuck you without making you cum. You’re already weak from the first two orgasms Chenle’s given to you, and the idea of four sounds so far-fetched. No way you’ll make it that many—your body would probably fall apart limb from limb.

Chenle taps the head of his cock against your lips, and you instinctively open your mouth for him. As he pushes in, Jaemin follows suit, both of them moving slowly, deliberately taking their sweet time in stretching you open to the max. Everything about this is perfect. Your wetness drips down your thighs and your toes curl and you feel so hazy and full.

You use your tongue to tease Chenle, stroking the underside of his cock and tracing along the prominent vein. Jaemin feels heavenly, his thick member plunging into you at a steady pace. Your legs and arms shake trying to keep yourself up. The last thing you should’ve done is tease Chenle, because he pushes himself so far into your mouth, he’s down your throat and your nose is against his pelvis.

“You’re too easy on her,” Chenle says to Jaemin, breath shuddering when you gag around him. “She’s just a little slut, begging to get fucked by both of us at the same time.”

Jaemin grips your hips, his working against you in fluid, steady motions. You feel them both everywhere. Even now, getting everything you wanted, you need more. The pleasure makes you delirious, your vision blurry and faded as Jaemin’s cock rubs against your walls in the most satisfying of ways. You lose track of how many sounds are muffled by Chenle.

“Fuck,” Jaemin murmurs. “She fucking like that. She just got so tight.”

“Told you.” Chenle lets out a short, breathy laugh as he quickens his pace.

Jaemin reaches around you, reaching down to find your clit. He never fails to touch you in a way so perfect, you’re ready to crumble within seconds. Your jaw and arms ache, but it only aids your experience.

Chenle pulls out of your mouth slowly, watching as a trail of spit stretches from your lips. Then he yanks your head back to make you look at him. The motion is so rough, tears spring into your eyes. You’re finally able to breathe properly, the whines, moans, and screams finally out in the air. He traces over your surely swollen lips with his thumb, gaze dark. Jaemin’s thrusts are met with lewd sounds of your wetness and skin slapping against skin.

“Be a good girl and cum for Jaem, slut.” Chenle tsks, pulling at your lip.

And you shatter, the loudest sound you’ve ever made escaping from you as Jaemin fucks you steady through your third orgasm. You can barely breathe, gasping as you quake. It doesn’t take long for Jaemin to follow suit, two more thrusts before he holds you against him, spilling deep inside you.

“As fun as the show has been,” Chenle begins, letting go of your hair. “I’m gonna need a turn before my balls fucking burst.”

Your arms can no longer keep you up, so your face falls into the mattress. Overstimulation has tears running down your cheeks, but nothing matters to you except finishing what you started.

Jaemin gives himself a second before he pulls out of you. He continues to hold your hips up until Chenle’s able to take his spot. Massaging your ass, he gives you a little bit to calm down.

“Be careful,” Jaemin mutters to Chenle.

You imagine the glare the latter gives in return.

“She’ll tell me if it’s too much.” He traces a finger up your spine. “Wouldn’t you?”

Unable to speak, you nod fervently, pushing back to encourage him. You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your life, but you craved more. A whimper falls from your lips as Chenle prods at your entrance.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, gently scratching up and down your back. “You’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Wanting my cock when another man’s cum is still leaking out of you.”

You push back further, yearning for the stretch. They’re similar sizes, but Chenle’s thicker just enough for you to notice. No coherent thoughts swirl in your mind as you turn your head to look at Jaemin across the room.

His boxers are back on, and a tiny glimpse of worry spreads across his face. Your eyes roll all the way back as Chenle slides inside, every nerve-ending in your body on fire. He’s surprisingly gentle with you, barely rocking his hips to help you adjust to him and the sensitivity.

Jaemin makes his way over to you. Kneeling by the edge of the bed so he’s right in front of you. Your walls flutter incessantly around Chenle’s cock.

“You take us so well.” He brushes your hair stuck to your forehead from the sweat. “We’ll take care of you, Princess. You just gotta cum one more time, then we’ll take such good care of you.”

You whine at the thought of a fourth orgasm, but you nod. Jaemin’s thumb brushes your cheek, swiping away the tears. His lips meet yours, easily prying yours open so he can slide his tongue in your mouth. A low sound emanates from Chenle as his grip on you tightens. He thrusts faster, desperate for your attention, slamming himself inside you regardless of sensitivity.

You tremble, fisting the sheets as you cry out into Jaemin’s mouth. He stays put, but Chenle picks up his pace, his throbbing cock fucking you open.

“Good girl,” Chenle groans, his voice borderline whiny. Through his steady pace, his balls slap your clit with every thrust. You jolt each time, the sensitivity wreaking havoc on your body the closer you get.

When you explode around him, it’s sudden and quick. You hold onto the back of Jaemin’s neck, whimpering and gasping for air as if you can’t breathe. Chenle stutters, the clamp of your walls making him dig his fingers into your ass.

An elongated moan leaves his mouth as he bursts inside you. He stays inside you for a moment to allow himself to calm down. When he finally pulls out, he guides your practically limp body down to the mattress. Your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath, but the only thing you feel anymore is the overwhelming urge to fall asleep.

“You okay, baby?” Jaemin asks, tilting his head. “You know you look so pretty like this, right? With your lips swollen, eyes red and drooping…To think we made you this way…” he trails off, humming to himself.

When Chenle comes back, he’s got his boxers on and a towel in his hand. He turns you over, moving the cloth between your legs. You whine when it rubs against your sensitive bud, and Chenle whispers an apology to you.

“You should really take a bath or you’ll be sticky all night,” Chenle says as he wipes down your legs.

You shake your head.

Jaemin chuckles, a tiny smile gracing his face as he regards you. “Look how tired she is.”

Chenle does his best to clean you up, and then he moves over you to give you a gentle kiss. You sigh in content, relishing in one of the rare moments of Chenle’s affection.

When it comes to after any given activity, Chenle always stays with you. He curls up in bed with you and kisses your face until both of you are ready to fall asleep.

Jaemin, on the other hand, is the opposite. At the beginning, it was your mutual understanding that one of you would leave.

Today, Jaemin watches as Chenle settles next to you, intrigued even more so when you curl into his chest and let out a deep breath. He decides he isn’t going to be the odd man out, so he joins.

The three of you sleep with limbs so tangled, you barely know who they belong to anymore.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 months

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hii! using the same prompt as the "farmer as a walking dead (part 2)" could i possibly get magnus' reaction to seeing his spouse like that? (aka magnus reacting to the farmer being able to control themselves despite being practically dead)

if your requests aren't open then i am SO sorry, i saw that the status was set to open and just assuned they were

Hello, dear anon! 👋

You read that right - my askbox is open again, so welcome and don't be shy to ask something again! Thanks for the ask btw (mmm, angst and pain, my favorite 🥲) and enjoy!

"It was all my fault..."

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The Farmer was lucky that it was Camilla who first discovered them, as other mages and adventurers would have simply destroyed the already not quite alive youth without even looking into it. The head witch of the Castle Village was able to hide the frightened and confused Farmer, who had been missing for about a month, and help them figure out what had happened. It didn't take long to figure it out, because outwardly Farmer was no different from empty shells, shadows of those former adventurers who had fallen victim to the dark ancient magic of the cursed deserts. Except that unlike all of them, Farmer retained their mind and memory.

It was a shock to everyone, and it was naturally that it was a huge shock to Magnus, who rushed into the room where everyone was standing, along with Camilla and Farmer.

The witch had already wanted to punish the one who had blabbed to Magnus about Farmer before his due date. The fact that Farmer was alive, but not quite, was definitely a huge blow to Magnus, and the Castle Village witch wanted to try to soften the blow, for the sake of her old friend.

Confused, angry, hurt, exhausted by sleepless nights and the immense guilt over the death of his most beloved person, Magnus walked up to the Farmer, despite the others' best efforts to stop the wizard.

Some expected a great tirade, some even expected Magnus to start a fight with someone out of an overabundance of emotion. But all the wizard did was to hug the Farmer, who couldn't even say anything in his defense.

All the Farmer's clothes were covered in blood and dirt, they themselves smelled of death, their hearts didn't beat.... And yet, it was them. It was the same Farmer who had smiled their snow-white smile at Magnus that last time they had headed into the Crimson Badlands. It was them...

And Magnus had let them go, let them die...

"Magnus, it's not your fault."

It was all his fault...

"Magnus."

It's all his fault, and he knows it...

"Magnus, look at me."

And he did. He raised his head and directed the look of his moist eyes at Farmer's face.

Even though Farmer's pupils had turned scarlet as rubies and the whites of their eyes were dark as void, it was still the same Farmer.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #magnus rasmodius #thanks for the ask!#sdv farmer #sve headcanon

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mooonjin · 9 months

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Hey, i see that your request are open, I could be wrong. Let me know if I am. I just wanted to tell you that I adore you writing.

Can I have a Wrecker X gn!reader on those trying times? I think it would be funny to see Wrecker TRYING to keep his relationship with his s/o a secret from his brothers. But it's Wrecker, they noticed right away.

Maybe because he suddenly doesn't have a problem going to the medic bay to treat his wounds. He starts to look for excuses to leave the ship or go alone to get the supplies. And the rest of the batch starts to get suspicious like...

Wrecker is trying to keep his armor clean now. HE looks more clean. Every time he goes to the medic bay he comes back with a stupid smile. They see him looking at the little plushies on the stores they pass by. He evens starts to ask Teach about flowers and wich ones are dangerous to humans (of course he gets bored midway).

The last straw is when one day they him trying to sneak back in the havoc with something behind his back. When they manage to get it from him they see its a packed lunch, it's so neat and sweet and they know Wrecker isn't the one who made it. So... was it?

(Sorry of its too much I got a little excited. It's my first time making a request and English is not my first language)

Stealth Wrecker, Remember?

Notes: hi another anon!! first of all terribly sorry you had to wait for sososo long too but here it izzzzzz this is such a cute idea ihope i did it well thank you for choosing me as your first requester!!! don’t worry about language, english isnt my first language either <3

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

Summary: The Batch slowly become suspicious of Wrecker's behaviour. As they uncover various hints, what they find out is not what they expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, no y/n mentions, pretty much lovey dove y cutesy wrecker stuff ⁠— tell me if I've missed anything!

Clone Force 99 shared countless missions and adventures together, known for their high success rate but also reckless tactics. Each clone abiding with their own skills, making them unique.

Wrecker, the big guy. He's the boisterous and carefree member of the team, known for his extreme strength and eagerness for battle or mission. However, something had changed for him. Instead of sleeping, eating or chatting, he seemed oddly preoccupied.

Lately, he's been finding excuses to leave the shuttle alone to head to the medbay more frequently.

"Wrecker, this is the 8th time you've had an 'injury' to deal with." Hunter's confused voice spoke. Wrecker once again blabbed an excuse for him to leave so abruptly.

"Yeah well- I get hurt a lot! Just visiting the place s'all." His excited tone of voice came through, doing his best to mask it with 'ows' or 'ouch'. You know, to fool his brothers.

Crosshair's eyebrow raised up, looking through his top eyelashes at his brother. Wrecker left hastily as if this visit to the medbay was an emergency. The group exchanged puzzled glances as they observed their brother's peculiar behavior.

Wrecker couldn't help but feel a strange flutter of anticipation in his chest as he happily skipped down the halls of the med wing. He had a secret, one that he had been keeping from the rest of the squad. He was head over heels and he couldn't wait to see you again.

He was eager to steal a few precious moments with you, his special someone.

"Hey beautiful." Wrecker's voice was quick to fill the quiet space of the medbay, watching as you tidied equipment. He stared for a bit before walking over to peer over your shoulder. He loved watching you work. He loved watching you do anything, really.

"Got another 'injury' for me?" You chuckled, looking up at his towering figure. Wrecker gave a cheeky grin, his playful nature shining through.

"Oh absolutely." The two of you laughed and chatted, finding solace in each other's company amidst the quiet hum of medical equipment.

Wrecker's gaze softened as he watched you talk about your day, captivated by your every word. You exchanged playful banter and shared tender moments, opening up to one another. He marveled at the shimmer in your eyes, even if it was just the reflection of the white medical lights.

He found himself wrapping his bulky arms around your waist, giving you a back hug as he gently rocked side to side whilst you fixed equipment. He followed you around like a puppy, craving attention.

He always made you smile, always made you laugh.

After a while, you had to go back to your shift to tend to other units of the GAR. As much as Wrecker despised leaving you, he'd make sure to come back again.

Skipping back to the Marauder, he couldn't get rid of the giddy smile on his face.

"How's your injury?" Echo said, his scomp whirring under the haul of the Marauder.

Wrecker grinned, "Oh she- it! Went well." Uh oh, a slip up. Echo was quick to sus out Wrecker's mistake, brushing it off since it could really just be a mistake. It's Wrecker after all.

The first sign that something was amiss was Wrecker's sudden interest in keeping his armour clean. Gone were the smudges of dirt and battle scars that were once his signature. Now, he regularly wiped down his armor, striving to maintain a pristine appearance after every mission.

His brothers couldn't help but raise their eyebrows at this newfound obsession with cleanliness.

His bunk, full of food scraps and his blacks hung up on the drying rack above his sheets were no longer. The burn marks and dents, fixed in a jiffy. He even repainted the prominent red stripes across his armour, the CF99 skull, and his artistic helmet.

With a grin, he proudly scrubbed down the filth that once covered his armour.

Once again, Wrecker pops in to visit the medbay with a small smile on his face. Then he would return to the barracks with a foolish grin. Ear to ear smile with teeth which didn't go unnoticed by his sharp-eyed brother, Crosshair - as well as the others.

Normally Wrecker would brush off minor injuries, refusing treatment since 'he was going to get hurt again anyway'. Now he was willingly seeking medical attention without complaint only because he got to see your beautiful face.

It was clear that something was lingering in the air and his brothers were determined to find out what.

"Tech, just wondering somethin'." Wrecker asked his intelligent brother.

"What is it?"

Wrecker cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant, "You know flowers, right? What one of those are dangerous or poisonous to people? What's the best one to keep as a house... flower?" He tried his best to cover up his eagerness about flowers.

"Well there are the simple ones. Roses, for instance, are generally safe. Their beauty lies in their petals, and they pose no direct threat. Sunflowers, with their large, cheerful heads, are harmless as well. Delicate daisies, tulips..."

Tech's voice faded out. Wrecker daydreamed, getting bored about his brothers rant. He only considered roses since those reminded them of you. He loved your rosy blush and the pink stud earrings you wore.

He imagined how your reaction to a gift of flowers would be or your reaction a small plushie he saw in the markets on a supply run. A small blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"...but it's crucial to approach unfamiliar flowers with caution, as many contain varying levels of toxicity." Tech finished his small explanation on flowers, finding Wrecker not paying an ounce of attention. He also brushed this off, used to the boredom. But he didn't brush off the suspicion of the sudden interest in flowers.

Wrecker wouldn't even consider smelling a flower in the first place.

Because it was only Tech and himself in the barracks - everyone else went on the supply run - he decided to give you another visit. Whilst Tech was distracted, the big guy snuck off to the medical wing in hopes to see your angel face once again.

Wrecker was off to the medical wing, delighted to see you. The rest of the Batch returned with food, new blacks, and cleaning equipment. Time to address the elephant that wasn't in the room anymore.

"Tech, where's Wrecker?" Echo asked his brother, who was slouched over his desk, tinkering.

He looked up, "Huh? Oh he was just-" Tech paused as he looked around, no Wrecker in sight, "-here."

"He keeps disappearing." Hunter shook his head, placing the new supplies on the couch.

As days turned into weeks, the clues continued to pile up. Wrecker's disappearance slowly began to add up, only disappearing when it was your shift in the medical wing and when it wasn't, it would be during the Batches lunch break.

The final straw came one day when Wrecker tried to sneak back into the barracks with something hidden behind his back. The rest of the team quickly cornered him, demanding to know what he was hiding.

With a sheepish smile, Wrecker reluctantly revealed a neatly packed lunch.

The Batch exchanged stunned looks. It was a small, pale box full of food you wouldn't find in the mess hall. The food was neatly stacked and separated into the compartments.

Wrecker was known for his appetite and love for all things hearty and messy. There was no way he had made such a thoughtful and delicate meal. Crosshair was quick to reach into the box, grabbing a small note which Wrecker attempted to retrieve.

'hey wrecker! have a lovely day biggie, enjoy the food my foodie xx'

Read the note. The realization hit them like a blaster bolt—someone else had prepared that lunch for him. The question remained: who?

Unable to contain their curiosity any longer, the batch confronted Wrecker about this mystery.

Wrecker hesitated for a moment before finally admitting the truth. He had been seeing someone, someone special who had captured his heart. You. The angel who swept him off his feet.

The news was met with a mixture of surprise, amusement, and relief. Their suspicions had been confirmed, "I knew it!" Hunter said.

"No, you didn't." Crosshair put a toothpick into his mouth.

They felt genuinely happy for their brother. Wrecker's infectious grin spread across his face, relieved none of them freaked. He was still able to see you, maybe even come introduce his brothers to you.

With the truth out in the open, the Batch embraced Wrecker's special someone with open arms. They teased him mercilessly, each offering their own unique brand of humor and advice. Wrecker beamed from ear to ear, grateful for the support.

As time passed, you would eventually become an important part of the batches lives. The clone siblings grew to appreciate the joy and warmth that you brought to their tight-knit family.

You boasted about bagging such a hearty guy like Wrecker.

After all, what's there not to brag about?

Post Notes: WOW ALsMOT FINISheD WITH MEASteRlisT!! i hope you liked this fic :3

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woso-dreamzzz · 2 months

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Also to mention for that anon thinking it’s an extreme thing to take Bambi, what do you think would have happened had alba not picked Bambi up from school? They would have called social services. Like how can a parent not only forget their child at school but then not notice or care where they are all night. Alexia assumes alba is drunk at her house and doesn’t even consider hey where is my other child. She completely removed her from her mind and couldn’t have possibly thought oh maybe my DAUGHTER is with her aunt but nope Alba must be drunk and here to sober up. It would be different if she saw alba saw her upset and went oh shit I forgot I’m so sorry but she didn’t she didn’t even think of her. Which confirms to alba that this has to be going on for a while cause you don’t just forget your kid like that once. Also adds the questions of is Bambi being physically cared for PROPERLY like sure she’s getting basic needs met but is she eating enough, is she getting help to bath, are they making sure her teeth are brushed or she’s sleeping well. All questions that are for sure running through albas mind at that point. And all things nursery would have picked up on quicker had she been attending regularly. Which is also kind of negligent at that age nursery is so good for kids to get interaction with kids their own age and to jump start learning but keeping her from that for their convenience is also neglectful. Sorry this is so long just reading what you shared woke up so much in my own mind about this.

Don't apologise.

All of this is so perfect ❤️

If the nursery hadn't been able to get into contact with Alba then child services would definitely have gotten involved and Bambi would have definitely been removed from Alexia's care officially and with official services like that, there's always a chance that she would never actually get Bambi back

Another thing I really liked that you picked up was Alexia's reaction to Alba. She thought she was drunk. You're right, there was no thought of Bambi whatsoever and it's definitely one of those things that just solidifies Alba's need to get Bambi out of there.

You're so right on the physical neglect thing too. Alba has no way of knowing if this is purely emotional or if it's gone into physical aspects like Bambi's food intake or her hygiene. I mentioned it in my post earlier but failure to thrive is actually one of the massive risks of emotional neglect for a number of reasons. The first one, of course, is what was said above about Bambi potentially not being able to eat well but depression can also lead to Bambi not wanting to eat.

Failure to thrive is a massive risk and one that not a lot of people actually think about when discussing emotional neglect and while Alba may not know the official term, these kinds of things definitely run through her mind about Bambi staying at home.

The nursery thing is so true too. A lot of parents that can afford for someone to stay home often see nursery as unneeded or a waste of money but it's actually so key in development.

I think I read a study once about how kids who went to nursery find it easier to form positive relationships with their peers by the time they go to school than those who stayed home. I think that was the gist of it but it was definitely something about nursey educated kids having a bit more of a social advantage than those that didn't.

Bambi is already painfully shy. She's a little sweetheart and nursery could actually be super beneficial for her but she rarely attends and the one time she actually does, she gets forgotten about. It's very easy for kids to make associations between places and the events that take places in them. For Bambi it's:

Nursery = being forgotten = waiting for hours = sad and depressed

Everything you wrote is just so perfect and it gave me another opportunity to blab about child development again ❤️

#asks #Bambi

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honeyypotato · 2 years

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Hello writer :))))

I would ask for a fluffy with Reinner X female reader, where he meet her for the first time as she stumble on him by accident and he holds her, have a great day or night 💖💖💖

Hello hello anon! Sorry it's been a minute😅

You’re not gonna believe this, but you’re the first request I’ve ever received, so thank you so much! :D This is such a cute idea, I’m def the kind of person who would just smack head first into him like this hajksdfhl

I went with a modern au for this one :) I had an idea and I just had to run with it lol

I hope you like it!! 💕

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Running Into You

Reiner x fem!reader

Tags: Fluff

Word count: 2,730

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Honestly, this week couldn’t get any more awful.

Your car had broken down on Sunday, which wouldn’t have been a big deal if you didn’t live a solid thirty minutes from your job, and the earliest the auto shop could look at it was next Tuesday.

To make matters even worse, this was the fourth day this week your boss had asked you to stay late at work, blabbing on about how one client needed extra of this, and another wanted three dozen copies of that…

But now it was so late that you were the last person out the door, waving a hasty goodbye to the half-asleep security guard at the front desk.

On some extra stroke of very bad luck, you’d had your hand on the exit door when you realized it was pouring outside, and you hadn’t brought your umbrella. You usually knew the forecast, but you hadn’t counted on staying until nearly midnight.

You check your phone; you’d practically memorized the city bus schedule by now out of sheer stress, and you didn’t have time to contemplate the weather. The bus was arriving in ten minutes, and the stop was a good three blocks away at best. You sigh, and mentally prepare yourself for the storm as you pull your jacket over your head and step out into the rain.

Clutching your jacket and bag tighter to your body, you manage a speed walk through the rain, cursing your office’s policy for workers to wear formal business clothes only. The skirt you were wearing was definitely not meant for any sort of movement beyond sitting in a chair. You weren’t going to get started on your shoes.

You’re halfway to the bus stop when you check your phone and realize you weren’t moving fast enough. As the rain starts to pick up you pull yourself into as much of a jog as possible, trying not to think about how ridiculous you looked with your jacket pulled over your head. Spotting the bus stop in the distance, with its little sheltered bench, you put your head down and break into a run, ignoring the wet fabric of your skirt sticking to your legs. If you could get to the stop before the bus, you had a minute to collect yourself before having to sit in your soaked clothes for the long ride home.

Bright lights shine out of the corner of your eye and you know the bus is arriving. You push yourself to run even faster, and you start to let out a sigh of relief when–

THUD.

Your forehead collides with something firm, but kind of soft. The thing you ran head first into lets out an “Oof.” You stumble backwards, knocked off balance in your less-than-sturdy shoes.

You squeeze your eyes shut, the noise of the rain bleeding into static, preparing to meet the wet pavement behind you when you’re surrounded by warmth. The impact with the ground never comes. Opening one eye, you’re pressed against the same chest you realized you’d bumped into, and there were strong, gentle arms around your waist and upper back. Your hand was gripping at one of the person’s shoulders in an attempt to keep yourself from falling.

The person pulls away from you slightly, checking to see if you’re okay, and you tilt your head up, your gaze meeting the wide, dark amber eyes of who you now realize is a very attractive blond man, his face inches from yours. Immediately your face flushes red and you’re both stuttering out apologies as he pulls you back onto your feet.

You peel yourself off of his chest a little, and his hands slide your waist in an attempt to steady you and himself, the stranger you practically sprinted into.

“Oh shit, I’m so so sorry, are you okay?” The man’s face is as red as yours, brows knitted in concern.

“I’m fine, but are you okay? I ran into you pretty hard.” Without thinking, you lift your hand to rest on his chest. You could’ve sworn he pulled you a little closer at your touch–

“Hey, lovebirds. You gettin’ on the bus, or can I go?”

You tear your eyes from the man’s at the voice, the sound of the rain crashes down on you as you come back to earth with it, realizing that the bus driver was waiting for the two of you.

“I–oh–sorry–yes!” You squeak out, pulling away from the poor man you’d run into, and politely motioning for him to board the bus.

“Oh, after you, please.” He’s still blushing furiously, and you had half a second to wonder what such a handsome guy had to be embarrassed about before you noticed the bus driver, who was having none of this, was reaching for the lever to close the door.

You practically leap onto the bus, sinking into one of the seats near the front, where the chairs lined the windows. You found yourself actually grateful that it was this late, there was no one else on board besides you and the man you’d run into, who had settled into a seat almost directly across from you.

Reiner watches your gaze shift to him as he sinks into his seat, concern knitting his brows together as he notices how battered you looked from the rain.

As for himself? He was a little shell shocked, to say the least. He’d lost track of time at work, something that happened more often than he wanted to admit, but it had never gotten this bad. He was new to the city, and he hadn’t gotten a chance to get used to the bus schedule yet. When he realized he was late to catch the last bus of the night, he’d sprinted out the door, barely looking where he was going. He’d run into you pretty hard, and he wasn’t a stranger to the laws of physics. He was much bigger than you, it had to have hurt at least a little when he’d run into you. You’d nearly fallen over completely; if he was a split second slower you’d have been flat on your ass in the puddle behind you.

His eyes find yours again, and he blushes, feeling the flush in his cheeks once more. It wasn’t helping that you were by far the most attractive woman he’d seen. He wanted to say something else–at the very least apologize one more time, but the silence in the air was too thick to break through. Instead, he watched out of the corner of his eye as you settled into your seat, brushing wet hair out of your face before leaning your head back against the window.

You’d just gotten as comfortable as you could possibly be for your situation when an odd metallic screech, followed by an awful clicking and tearing noise, ricocheted around the interior of the bus. Your eyes snap open as the bus driver curses softly, his foot slamming on the gas pedal, revving the engine, yet the bus crawls to a stop. You groan to yourself; you weren’t even ten minutes into the commute. Through the rain that was beginning to coat the windshield of the bus, you can see smoke rising from the engine.

Despite the fog outside, Reiner could feel the tension inside the bus begin to fade as the driver climbs out of his seat, wrenching the door open and stumbling out into the rain.

“Well, it looks like it’s gonna be a bit of a long ride, isn’t it?” He murmurs, eyes flicking to take in your pained expression.

You let out a sharp laugh. “And here I was thinking my day couldn’t get any worse.”

“Heh, luck certainly hasn’t been on our side, has it?” He smiles faintly, “What else happened to you today?”

“My boss keeps asking me to work late.” You shake your head, as if to say you should know better than to accept the task. “I’m the only one in our office that can do my job, so it’s not like I can ask someone else. But my car broke down, so I’m stuck taking this bus to the office until next Tuesday. It’s not easy commuting in formal business clothes.” Your face contorts, sticking out your tongue as you shift in your seat against the wet skirt clinging to your legs. Reiner almost laughs, but a second later your expression drops. “I didn’t expect to be this late, and now it’s raining buckets.”

“Man…I’m really sorry, that’s gotta be rough.” You meet his eyes, and you can tell that he genuinely feels bad for you. “Hey, by next week things should be back to normal for you. It’s almost the weekend, you don’t need to do this for too much longer, at least.”

Normally, you’d brush his comment off, but there was a deep softness in his eyes that brings you back to the way his arms felt around you.

“What’s your name?” You found yourself asking. “I think we’re gonna be here for a bit, might as well get to know each other.”

“Reiner. Reiner Braun.”

“Reiner…I like it. It’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n y/l/n.” You flash him a small smile, and you can see his face relax slightly when he realizes your mood has alleviated a little.

“Pretty name for a pretty woman.” He smirks, and your breath catches before your mouth pulls into a smile again. You’re caught speechless for a moment, not expecting the handsome blond to be so forward.

“A pretty woman who just ran into you full-force.” You chuckle.

Reiner was enjoying just how gorgeous your smile was. Suddenly, running into each other didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

“Heh, maybe you should try out for the local football team. I bet they’d be lucky to have you.”

His comment turns your chuckle into a full laugh, the mental picture of you in a football uniform wiping all thoughts of your rough day from your mind. But your eyes widen when you realize you probably ran into him pretty hard.

“Y-you’re not hurt, are you?!” You tense in your seat, hoping he wasn’t injured.

“Sweetheart, I barely felt a thing. I’m more worried about you, if I’m being honest.”

You blush. “O-oh, I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” But the shiver that runs through your body the moment the words leave your mouth has Reiner thinking otherwise. Since the driver had turned the bus off completely, the chilly air outside was slowly replacing the heat inside through the open door, and your thin, soaking wet clothes weren’t much protection from the cold.

“Hey, you cold? Take my jacket.” He switches seats to sit next to you, draping the rain jacket he was wearing around your shoulders before you could protest.

You smile up at him. “Thanks, I guess this is a lesson to always have an umbrella on me.” You curl into the jacket, more than grateful you’d bumped into someone so kind.

Reiner smirks at you, a little swamped by how large his jacket is, but feeling a little better that you were okay.

“Give me your hands.” He murmurs, and you raise an eyebrow at him, but shift to place your hands in his, gasping slightly at the soft touch of his skin.

“You’re so warm…”

He releases your hands and holds his arms out as a better idea dawns on him. “Heh, you’re freezing, c’mere.”

You find yourself blushing for the tenth time, but you curl into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his neck against soft skin and the smooth fabric of the collared shirt he wore. He rests his cheek on your head as his arms wrap around you, and you feel him smile into your hair. A wave of exhaustion washes over you as you settle against him, feeling oddly safe, and you close your eyes.

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“Alright, you two. New bus is here, let’s get you home.”

You blink your eyes open at the driver’s words. He’d called for a backup bus, and a tow truck had arrived for the one you were stuck on. You feel Reiner shift against you, and you guessed he’d fallen asleep as well. He grumbles a little, but before you can shift off of him he stands, lifting you in his arms. Squeaking in surprise, you loop your arms around his neck, and ss he exits the old bus, you realize it’s stopped raining.

The two of you settle into your seats curled up next to each other on the new bus, ignoring the look the second bus driver throws your way as the first bus driver boards as well. Soon enough, you were back on your route home, chatting with Reiner about anything and everything, wherever the conversation took you. He was a sweetheart, if not a little shy at times, but at the same time wildly smart and witty. You found he could make you laugh easily, and your bad mood from earlier was now barely a whisper in the back of your mind as you chatted with your newfound friend–but judging by the look in his eyes, it would become much more than that. It turned out you lived a few streets away from him, and you were surprised you’d never run into each other until he mentioned he had only been in the city for a few weeks.

You step off the bus with him at your stop, and as you walk along toward your apartment you feel his fingers intertwine with yours. You fight against the wide smile tugging at your lips, but ultimately give in, leaning against his arm a little. You found yourself wishing that your apartment wasn’t so close to the bus stop, wanting to spend more time with him.

“Oh, I should give you your jacket back.” As you reach the front door of your building, you move to shrug the jacket off your shoulders.

Reiner stops you. “Nah, you hold onto it for now. You can give it back to me when I see you next.”

You turn to look up at him, and find him holding his phone out with a blank contact screen open.

“Hah, I’m counting on it, Reiner Braun.” You grin as you quickly type your name and number into his phone, triple-checking to make sure you didn’t mess up your number.

As you hand his phone back to him, he pulls you into what you immediately decided was the best hug you’d ever received, sinking easily into his arms. You feel his nose brush your cheek, and as the hug breaks you find yourself placing a hand on his cheek. Your heart flutters as you gaze into his honey-colored eyes, a soft smile on his lips. He tilts his head into your hand slightly.

“Reiner…is it too soon to ask if I can kiss you?”

He breaks into the widest smile you’d seen from him all night. “Not at all.”

A heartbeat after the words leave his mouth, your lips are on his. You slide your hands into his hair, looping your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer by your waist. You’re completely enveloped by him, losing yourself to his soft lips. You move slowly with each other until the kiss is broken only by your need to breathe, and you stand together for a while longer, noses brushing. You don’t ever want to leave his arms, but it’s so late, and you have work tomorrow.

You pull away from him slowly. “Reiner…I don’t want to say goodnight, but I’ve gotta get up for work tomorrow.”

“Hm, what time do you usually go in?”

“Seven, it’s pretty early.”

“I’ll meet you at the bus stop then.”

You grin as he dips down to press a kiss against your lips, your hand gripping lightly at his arm, wanting to pull him into your apartment but knowing you’d never sleep if you did. You say your goodnights, and as you step inside your building, your phone buzzes.

Hey :) It’s Reiner

You’d never felt warmer. You tug his jacket a little closer around you as you walk to your apartment, and you smile to yourself, wondering how such an awful day turned into the best one you’d had in a long time.

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parttimepuff · 4 months

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No gremlin he knows her knows her, like knows her name and knows kind of who she is! He knows!

Having just come in through the front door, at a more manageable height, Gremlin hesitated before nodding. "I was… kinda getting that impression. Deeds, is it cool if I ask you how much you knew about Beep before you got here?" He requested, the king a thrown off at being the one questioned now. "Mm, might as well at this point." Dedede shrugged. "I didn’t say anything about me or you guys-" Beep insisted, her father patting her with a wing. "I know you didn't, sweetheart." Reverie reassured her.

"Those grey folk told me a few things. So did a friend of mine." The penguin explained. "Who?" Kirby asked. If they were a friend of his, they were almost certainly a friend of the hero's as well. "Yeah, who? I get the anons blabbing, but I don't like the idea of somebody else knowing." Gremlin prompted. The mention made it click for the Matter. "Blue." Beep stated to which Dedede nodded in affirmation. "Yeah. He vouched for you. Brought me a whole book's worth a Matter research to convince me, actually." He detailed.

"Blue..? Gooey?" Kirby thought aloud. "Nah, the old man. Metaknight." Dedede clarified. The four adults all reacted with varying degrees of disbelief, shock, or even fear. That the knight, of anyone, had both known about Beep and had gone to bat for her was a lot to take in. But, for her part, having only known him as Blue, the Matter began to realize for the first time since seeing him that the old veteran was trying to help her, not get rid of her. "He was talking to you that day…" She muttered. "We talked for hours, heh." The king chuckled.

Something else bugged her still. "Wait, who the hell is Gooey, why do people keep talking about Gooey??" Beep questioned, Dedede looking at her with some surprise. "Ah… yer telling me you lot never mentioned Gooey to her?" He addressed her family. "Who?" Reverie asked, looking at his brother. "I, didn't?" Gremlin hesitantly questioned no one in particular. "…ah. I guess I, assumed you'd told her, Grem?" Luna thought, getting a frown from him. "Hey, you knew, too-" He began to argue before the king raised a hand to cut him off.

"He's a Matter with two eyes. Blue, long tongue. The only Matter anyone knew 'bout til now who was friendly." Dedede explained. "He's one of my best friends!" Kirby chimed in. "Two, eyes?" Beep repeated, before catching the last bit of what he'd said, eye widening. "…friends…" She murmured. Seeing her uncle's discomfort, she added, "To be fair, they only started telling me things recently, so-". The king looked at the three with some judgement, but also understanding and they couldn't help but feel guilty for it. "But they’re telling me stuff now!!" Beep added in their defense. Carrying on, he faced Beep. "Yeah, forget why he has two." Dedede replied. "He said it was supposed to make him a good spy. But he ended up a good friend instead." Kirby piped up, not able to pass up complimenting his friend. "Ah'll have to introduce ya." The penguin thought. "I wanna meet Gooey…" The Matter expressed, looking back to him. "A spy for what?" She asked. Helpfully, the hero answered. "A spy for Z-" Then Gremlin held a hand over his mouth. "Don't, say that name, ok?" He pleaded.

The puff's eyes widened as the Dream Demon lowered his hand. It didn't always occur to him how terrifying a figure the fallen villain was. "O-oh, sorry…" Kirby mumbled, staring at the ground. "…for that, yeah. Til he broke away cause he liked it here." Dedede continued. "Ah think he'd like ta meet you, too. Nova knows he hasn't got any other Matters to talk to." "…oh." Beep voiced. "I thought Dark Matters aren’t allowed to stay, you’re here for Rev." She expressed.

Dedede shifted uncomfortably. He figured he'd have to touch on this, but it wasn't easy. "…ah… have a bad history with 'em, truthfully. Ain't exactly a secret. Gooey was the exception, Kirb made a good case for him." He started. "Of course!! You couldn't kick him out after he helped so much!!" Kirby exclaimed. "Was still, real damn scared of them. Still kinda am… Til ah found out about you, ah wouldn't've wanted any other Matters here." The king told her.

Silence fell as Beep blinked, not entirely sure she'd understood that right. "You, aren’t gonna tell me to leave even if Rev stays?" She asked. All this time, it was her father's acceptance she'd been hoping for. She'd not dared to consider her own. The king's eyes widened. "Did you think..? …Beep, if ah'm gonna be 100% honest, ah was hoping to find you today and… just, let you know that you have a place here." He gently replied.

After a moment, she began shaking. "…Beep? Are you ok..?" Reverie questioned, placing a wing at her side for comfort. "I can stay…?" Beep asked, voice barely above a whisper. The penguin didn't need to think about his answer. "Yes, ah sincerely hope you do, too." Dedede said. She stared straight ahead at nothing. "…kid?" He tried, to no response. He sounded so far away now. To say she was reeling was an understatement.

#ask #ic #anon #Gremlin #King Dedede #Beep #Reverie #Kirby #Luna

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someone mentioned”what if plasma grunts got scared of Ingo becuz they thought he was a ghost?” and I my brain ran with that so uhhh., idea:

ingo and akari go to frozen unova. ingo has explained everything he can rember,.,,they r both v v upset. they come across plamsa grunts who r like “wait is that ingo I thought he was dead”. and ingo starts to speak but is cut off by akari being like “YES WE ARE GHOSTS. STOP BEING EVIL OR WE WILL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.” the grunts believe her instantly bcuz they’re literally wearing hisuian clothes. but smarter grunts realize that this ghost of ingo (a modern man) is wearing old clothes. so then ingo rolls with akari’s lie and is like “I AM INGO’S ANCESTOR I AM HERE TO AVENGE THE DEATH OF MY GREAT GREAT GREAT etc. GRANDSON.” and then the grunts. idk disintegrate out of fear or something lol.

(sorry this got long. hope it’s not just word salad im. really really tired lmao)

(No worries Anon, if this is word salad I am eating it up with a side of ranch dressing haha; this is great!!)

Would Ghetsis have the grunts think Ingo is dead too, to minimize the need for damage control and lower the risk of one of them blabbing?

As a funny scenario, Akari would absolutely lean into that haha; “HE IS A GHOST!” Saying it as a joke, and then getting genuinely surprised when the grunts seem worried.

I’d feel like Ingo would be like “no no-“, genuinely trying to fix the misunderstanding; he might not remember everything that’s happening at first. but Akari wouldn’t let him ruin this fun for her, though!

“HES GONNA HAUNT YOU! HE LOVES GOING AFTER THE RUNNERS!!” She yells at them as they run and disappear into the mist, terrified.

#Ghetsis Wins AU

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I’ve been struggling a bit and have found major comfort in this universe. So i would love something about when when eddys depression crops up, and how stede supports her during them.

(I'm so sorry you're having a hard time anon. I hope this is what you were imagining)

“Ah,” Stede came home with a soft click of the door. “There you are, honey. I brought home some dinner.”

Eddy had not been hiding. They may have become one with the couch, but they weren’t that good at camouflaging. It had been some time since they’d oozed out of bed and made it this far, curling in one far corner, but they couldn’t say how long. The television was on, prattling voices ringing through the air.

“I’ll make you a plate,” Stede decided. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for, so I just got some soup with the little dumplings that you liked.”

Soup was always okay. Sometimes when she got like this, eating became irritating, but soup was fine. It was warm and stayed in its little container while she sipped at it and fishing the dumplings out with her bare fingers always made Stede give that little high-pitched whine that she enjoyed. Mildly scandalizing him was as good as she got these days. He was more resistant to her chaos or maybe just enjoyed it too much to protest.

Eddy didn’t get up and Stede didn’t make her. They ate and the tv went blabbing on until Stede was done.

“Can I read to you?”

“...yeah.”

“Any preferences?”

Eddy shook her head mutely and waited for Stede to choose something. When he came back to the couch, she rested her head on his thigh, curling up under her robe. His free hand landed in her hair. He didn’t say anything about the tangles, just slid his fingers through the locks to rub at her scalp until her eyes were half-lidded.

“Lay your sleeping head, my love,/ Human on my faithless arm;” he read in slow, solemn tones. It was more restful than the tv, easy to follow. “Time and fevers burn away/ Individual beauty from/ Thoughtful children, and the grave/ Proves the child ephemeral:/But in my arms till break of day/ Let the living creature lie,/ Mortal, guilty, but to me/ The entirely beautiful.”

“S’nice.” Eddy palmed Stede’s knee cap. “What is it?”

“Lullaby by W.H. Auden. Would you like to hear the rest?”

“Please.”

He went on, finishing that poem and then onto the next. The words poured over Eddy and sank into her skin.

“It’s a nice night,” Stede said eventually. “Not too cold. Would you go for a walk with me?”

The idea was exhausting, but they had been here for some time. Their knee was stiff with disuse which would be annoying soon.

“Yeah,” she decided and heaved herself upwards. Getting dressed was out of the question, so she just pulled on sweatpants and belted the robe tight. Shoes were slip-ons left at the front door.

They didn’t go quickly. Stede had learned to keep up with the ground-eating stride Eddy still practiced on days when her body wasn’t actively stopping her, but they were at slower gear today and Stede seemed happy enough to ratchet it back.

“I’m sorry,” Eddy said to the air.

“What for?” Stede squeezed her hand.

“For being like this sometimes.”

“I don’t need apologies for that,” Stede said softly. “I worry because you seem so unhappy, but honey, you could be the saddest girl in the world and I would still want to be right by your side.”

Eddy shook her head, “But it’s miserable. And I can’t do all the things you like to do.”

“So I do them on my own for a bit. What do you think marriage is? It’s taken me two rounds to learn, but I assure you that the sickness and in health bit is important.”

“We didn’t say that part.”

“I meant it anyway. Didn’t you?”

“Course I did,” they said quickly.

“Then no apologies are needed. We’ll see each other through, won’t we?”

They walked around the block twice and then back into the apartment.

“What if I did up your hair?” Stede offered when shoes and sweatpants had been viciously shucked off again. “Just take care of the tangles and braid it?”

Eddy wavered. It would feel good, probably. And she wouldn’t really have to do much.

“Yeah, okay.”

She sat on the floor and let him do his thing, the hypnotic weave of his fingers, so careful not to break up the curl made her sleepy. The braid was getting longer, the tail falling nearly halfway down her back now. It was probably ridiculous to let it get so long, getting in the way and shedding everywhere. It made putting on wigs a trail and a half that was certain.

But it was a cape of black and silver. A comfort even when everything else felt faded and distant as the moon.

They slept as they always did, Stede curled around them, his lips just shy of touching their neck. Things would be a little better in the morning, then even better the day after that. Her dark mood no longer sank her for weeks on end nor did it curdle into the white hot anger that had once defined her.

Instead, they would go for walks and listen to poetry and go to the bar. They’d play darts with Jim and Lucius would make them something disgusting or amazing to drink depending on how irritating they’d been that week. They’d practice fire eating with Pete, still not a Stede approved act, but they’d get it down one day.

But for tonight, there was Stede warm at her back, his hand resting over their heart. The world went on around them. None of it was a cure, but all of it was good medicine and she swallowed it whole.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ask answered #babygirl and goldenboy #eddy teach bonnet #stede teach bonnet

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