#the rush of nostalgia i got watching this

[videodrme]

2023 FILM DIARY [6/?]

THE LITTLE VAMPIRE (2000) — dir. Uli Edel

#film #the little vampire #the little vampire 2000 #thelittlevampireedit #filmedit #filmgifs #00sedit #throwbackblr #fyeahmovies #animationsdaily #ruinedchildhood #rainbowgifs #dailyflicks #userrobin #horroredit #film diary 2023 #gifs* #mine* #the rush of nostalgia i got watching this #there are no hq DLs of this movie afaik so gifs are lower quality 😞 #and the dumb starz logo in the corner!!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave boy Danny has way to much fun fucking with the bats after a while. Jason is too until Danny bites him after some unwanted human contact. Alfred gets a big wave of nostalgia when Danny does it too.

Danny can say that the Waynes have been ridiculously welcoming, all things considered. He still hasn't come clean about not being Bruce Wayne's alternative double, so to throw them off from finding out the truth and have a safe place to crash- he's missed plumbing- he has been invited to the Wayne Manor and has been lazing about when under their watch.

If there was one thing apparent, it was that Bruce Wayne did not laze about. It was mind-blowing to those who knew him to see Danny- a version of Bruce- act like walking across the room for a remote was too much work.

It drove them mad to see such a difference between them, and thus, none of the Waynes noticed Danny's side project to get home.

The Waynes gave him a giant room and helped set up a fake Identity for him while they worked on getting him home. To the public, he was Danny Kane, a long-lost relative recently coming to Bruce for help.

Thanks to the support of Jacob and Kate, they agree to make it seem that Jack Kane- Danny's made-up father- was the result of Bruce's material grandfather having a fling after his wife's death. Jake was hidden from the public eye but had his father's financial support until he was an adult.

Jack was never bitter and told Danny stories of his wayward father, filled with love to prove it. These stories inspired Danny to seek out the remaining Kanes after Jack's untimely death, which led him to Bruce as Martha Wayne nee Kane's son.

The day Danny would be sent home, the Waynes would fake his death, and no one would be the wiser that Danny Kane never existed.

Fine by Danny

. He only planned to stick around long enough to get his ship ready and pinpoint a location that had the vile between the living and dead thin enough to slice his way back to the Ghost Zone.

Unlike Wulf, who could open portals wherever he wanted, Danny had to find points weak enough to punch a hole through. He knows his parent's portal was way out of his set of skills, and he sure as hell wasn't going to give anyone the idea to build their own here. Two percent of portals were already two too many.

He mostly hung around the house- with someone always close by in a poor attempt to hide the fact they were watching him. Most of the time, Danny was either lazing around the house, eating and sleeping, and it felt like a costly vacation.

He refused to help on the coms when the Bats went out to kick ass, even after Dick offered to sit in front of monitors and relay information to the heroes like he was offering the chance of a lifetime.

This seems to disturb everyone else in the house except for Alfred.

If anything, the fact Danny straight-up refused to put on tights and rush into night to fight crime made Alfred adore him. The butler claimed he was worried everyone in the family would forget what everyday life was supposed to feel like.

A few Waynes couldn't seem to wrap their heads around the concept.

"You're not interested at all?" Tim asks, eyes narrowed. He was among the few who thought Danny was suspicious for not wanting to risk his life to fight the corrupted system.

"Nah, man, I'm good here. I got my nachos, I got a movie room and I got the softest bathrobe ever bathrobe." Danny snuggles more profoundly into the pink plush robe that Steph had lent him. "Why would I want to ruin any of these? Sides, I can't even throw a punch."

".....There has never been a single alternative Bruce Wayne that wasn't involved in this life in some way. If not as a hero then he was a villain. Bruce as a villain is one of the most dangerous things that can ever happen across the multiverse" Tim reveals grimly. "We've won every single encounter but only by the skin of our teeth."

"Damn. Let me guess. You guys beat the evil Bruces by sending his kids after him."

"Yes."

"Problem solve. You already know you can kick my ass, so if I try anything, you can take me out, right?" Danny doesn't wait for a answer. He turns away from the teenager to stare at the movie screen showing his picked movie. "I can do nothing but tremble before your bat might."

Tim steps into his line of sight. "I mean it. You do anything to harm this family and will regret it."

"Does that mean I can't bite Jason again? That sucks. It's the only way I can get him to stop trying to drag me to galas. He wants to scare the other rich people with my poor people's manners."

Tim's lip twitches and Danny knows he's fighting to keep his face under control. "You didn't have to lock your jaw in like that."

"I really did. Jason tested me."

Tim tilts his head. "You don't really feel like Bruce. You look just like him at fifteen. Alfred says you act just like him. But for the last three weeks, you've been trying really hard to make it seem like you're okay with doing nothing."

"I am comfortable doing nothing."

"I think you're lying," Tim says, moving closer to stare down into Danny's eyes with frankly a manic glare. Danny's core flares up with the sense of challenge he finds in that dark blue gaze.

Which is a first for a human, and frankly is terrifying. If Tim had been a ghost he would have easily been an Ancient assistant or a baby Ancient. He has to be able to match Danny's power like this. Holy shit.

"I think your parents didn't give you enough love as a child, and now you seek approval from everyone around you while trying to push everyone away because you are too scared to make yourself valuable. You find yourself in an endless loop of self-doubt and self-hate by doing both simultaneously." Danny blurts. He watches Tim freeze, then winces. "Shit, sorry, the psychoanalyze came out as a reflection. Forget that."

Tim is still frozen in a way Danny recognizes as someone hearing something challenging to come to terms with. This is why he needs to break the habit of using Jazz's psyche training as a weapon.

He forgets not everyone insults each other with their deepest insecurities. That's just how he and Jazz love.

"...Do you want to watch the Grey Ghost Marathon with me?" He asks after a long pause. Tim closes his eyes before plumping down next to him.

"I like that."

Neither mention Jason, who is gasping in the last row of seats and attempting to suppress muffled laughter behind the wrist cast that Danny lovingly gave him at the last gala.

On a side note, Danny Kane is called "Rabid Dog." by the elites of Gotham, who watched the boy make three grown men cry after two minutes of talking to him and also witness four Waynes attempt to pry his mouth open screaming, "No Danny drop it. drop it!" while the boy munched on Jason's wrist.

No one has noticed that half of the tech has disappeared.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #cave boy #Part 3 #Danny is attempting to be as different of Bruce as he can be #Tim thinks he's a evil Bruce pretending to be good #Jason taungted the dog and got bite #Everyone else just thinks Danny is the normal amount of weird for being a bruce

[dollfacefantasy]

Video Games

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f receiving)

summary: you're playing video games when leon feels a little needy

word count: 1.9k

a/n: hi everyone, i'm back with another piece. thank you so so much to everyone who supported my last post (especially if you reblogged and/or left a comment, hugging you through the screen rn). And if you followed me, hi! happy to have you here :) it means a lot to me, and i hope people find some enjoyment in this post as well. this post has nothing to do with the song video games, but i love lana and wanted to use that picture so idgaf. also, all the games mentioned are ones i really loved when i was younger. i'd love to hear some you guys like if you want to share. again, feedback, likes, follows, and reblogs are appreciated! <3

You were so excited when your parents called you and told you they were bringing by your old Playstation 2 today. They were cleaning out the garage and found the dusty, old box that contained the system and all your favorite games from when you were young. Leon was sitting on the couch, watching you wander around as you spoke into the phone. He had returned from a difficult mission recently and your joyful presence alone made everything seem brighter. He smiled at the ways your eyes lit up when you laughed and recalled old memories. He’d gently reach out and stroke your hip when you’d walk past the sofa, lost in your conversation.

About an hour later, you were rushing out the front door to retrieve your box of nostalgia. Leon trailed behind with his eyes full of love for you. He takes the box of stuff as you briefly talk to your mom and thank her for making the stop. He carries the box back into the house for you. It wasn’t that heavy. You definitely could have done it yourself, but he couldn’t get enough of how that sweet smile would spread across your face when you said thank you and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

The two of you set up the console together in your living room. His strong arms hold the tv at an awkward angle as you snake behind it to plug in the cords in all the different ports. His eyes can’t help but run along your body. He can’t help but notice how your shorts ride up as you bend over or how your back arches while you strain to reach the back of the screen. He’s snapped out of his lustful daze when he hears you say “Got it!” and pull back from behind the tv. He puts the monitor back in place and you hug him from behind, pressing soft kisses to his back while thanking him again for his help.

“It’s nothing, Baby,” he says softly, turning to face you and kissing the top of your head.

You smile up at him before eagerly pulling him to sit on the couch with you. You rifle through your box of old games, pulling out your beaten-up copies of Sly Cooper and Silent Hill. Your eyes sparkle with excitement as you gush to him about your favorite parts and all the fun you used to have playing them with your friends. His heart aches with the love he feels just from hearing you speak with such passion.

“Why don’t you show me some?” he suggests as you continue looking through the box on your lap.

“You want to watch me play video games?” you ask as if it’s the nicest thing you’ve ever heard. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be bored.”

He laughs slightly like even the idea of being bored while spending time with you was ridiculous. “C’mon, you’re all excited over this stuff, and you’re not gonna play?” he asks, “I’ll be fine. Maybe you can teach me your tricks.”

“Yeah, I’m a real pro,” you joke sarcastically, but your smile remains genuine. You decide on playing Tomb Raider and hop up to put the game in. Again, Leon can’t help how his eyes are drawn to the fabric of your bottoms tightening around your ass as you squat to insert the game. You return to your seat and get comfy against his side with his arms around your shoulder.

You start playing, your smile widening as you hear the familiar music and begin remembering the controls like the last time you played was only yesterday. Leon watches the screen as much as he can, but his real focus is on you. The way your fingers frantically mash at the buttons while fighting an enemy, how you tense and press against him when you think you’re going to die, your half-assed justifications for mistakes you make, blaming the age of the controllers. He loved you so much that his limbs nearly trembled with want for you. Everything about you drove him wild. You smelled so good and your body was so warm nestled against his.

He keeps watching you, and it’s becoming overwhelming, his desire for you. He leans his head down, brushing your hair away, and starts gently kissing the open expanse of your neck. You bite your lip as a knowing smirk rises on your face.

“I knew you’d get bored,” you tease, tilting your head a little to give him more room. He takes the invitation and moves his lips with more intent. 

“I’m not bored. I just need to feel you,” he defends between kisses, “You keep playing.” He adjusts on the couch so he’s lower and has a better angle on your neck. His arm that isn’t around you caresses your stomach slowly.

You try to focus on your game, but it’s difficult when you have his hands and lips coasting over you, his hot breath on your neck. Your own breathing hitches when his hand on your stomach slides up to fondle your tits. Your fingers start feeling useless on the controller, fumbling between buttons as you try to continue playing. His teeth scrape along your neck. It’s the last thing you can take before you make too many mistakes and die. The menu comes up to reload the game and your head falls back against the cushion.

“Leon,” you whine playfully, “You’re making me die.”

“‘M Sorry, Baby,” he mumbles, “Just can’t get enough of you.” He continues kneading your breasts and showering your neck with kisses as you try to survive the level you’re playing. Heat spreads through your body and slick begins collecting between your thighs causing you to squirm a bit. Leon smirks against your skin, sensing the effect he has on you.

He kisses your neck a few more times before he moves his mouth down your arm while easing himself onto the floor. He presses a final tender kiss to your hand gripping the controller before settling on his knees between your legs. You know what’s coming, and it causes your cheeks to tint a soft red. The sight only excites Leon more. His fingers tuck beneath the waistband of your shorts and slip them down. He lifts your lush thighs to rest on his shoulders and pulls you closer so that you're slouching against the cushions.

“Leon, I’m gonna have to start all over again,” you say, your voice softer from your arousal. You try to seem focused, but your attention to the game is waning with each of his touches.

He works his mouth along the smooth skin of your inner thighs before dragging his nose along the cloth covering your center, inhaling you. The scent sends his blood rushing to his cock. He lays a kiss to the fabric as he hums in response. “I’ll make it up to you, Sweetheart. Promise.”

He hooks his finger around your panties and pulls them off. You feel his breath against your wet cunt, the sensation sending a chill through you. You take your lip between your teeth again while keeping your eyes on the television. In your peripheral vision, you can see him staring into you, gazing at you like you’re a work of art. He starts rubbing his thumb up and down your folds slowly, not with enough pressure to give you real pleasure, just the right amount to tease.

“You’re fucking soaked, Angel. Gotta have a taste,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue through your pussy. You let out a short moan at the feeling. Leon wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place as he starts to make out with your cunt. His tongue flattening and dragging against your dripping core, lapping up every drop of you he can.

Your eyes roll back and your fingers spasm on the controller before you put it to the side and grab Leon’s hair. He groans as you tug him closer, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. You whimper and buck against his face. He knows all your attention is on him now. Knowing he made you feel so good that you had to focus on him had his pants feeling even tighter. He looks up at you, his eyes clouded with lust and your slick coating his lips. 

“Taste so sweet, Baby,” he breathes, thumbing your clit as he speaks, “Could do this for hours if you let me. Have your pretty pussy cumming over and over.” 

He buries his face back into your cunt and fucks his tongue into you. You gasp and writhe above him. Your head pushes back against the couch cushions. Your thighs start to squeeze around his head, and he loves it. He pushes even deeper, nose bumping your clit as he works. You whine and your hands fly up to cover your face as your cheeks feel hot.

He gives your thigh a quick pinch and pulls back. “No hiding, sweet girl. Wanna see and hear everything you give me.”

You slide your hands down and off of your face. Before you can even think of a response, his tongue is back to flicking against you. You moan a bit louder and your eyes flutter as the band of heat in your belly starts to tighten. Your thighs quiver, and Leon’s grip on you gets stronger as your hips try to shift.

Your chest heaves with your heavy breathing as your hands press into the couch cushions. His eyes are fixed on your face, savoring every sweet noise and expression. Your body shakes harder and you know the finish is near. You look down into his eyes, and the sight of his face buried between your thighs with that intense gaze trained on you almost makes you cum on the spot.

“Fuck, Leon. I’m gonna cum. Can’t hold on,” you whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as your voice breaks into moans.

“Look at me, Baby. Let me see those gorgeous eyes while you explode,” he says before working his tongue with even more dedication. You give him what he wants, looking into his eyes as you reach the peak. You cry out and claw at the couch cushions as you release. Your hips sputter against his face and your thighs clamp around his head. Your eyes stay locked on his, letting him see how he unravels you. You hear him groaning and feel his body rolling a bit as he devours you through your orgasm.

He keeps lapping at your folds as you come down, getting a final taste before he pulls away. He plants one last kiss on your clit before rising up and leaning down to kiss your lips sweetly. You kiss back and softly moan as you taste yourself on his lips. You grab his wrist as you pull back. “Need me to return the favor?’ you say and give him another kiss.

“No, Honey. I’m satisfied, trust me,” he hums and kisses back. You notice the dark spot forming on his pants and your blush returns. The thought that he could feel such pleasure simply from pleasuring you made your stomach flutter. He pulls back from your lips and strokes your bottom lip with his thumb, admiring your features. “I’m gonna change my pants, and then you can show me some more of your game. If you want to,” he says.

You glance back at the tv which had been displaying the reload menu for a while at this point. You give him that smile that he loved so much and nod.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut

[ectogeranium]

Sorry moots, it’s been a good run, but alas, I couldn’t outrun it forever…

I…. am a danganronpa liker

#I’m slowly becoming fixated on the second game #like.. when I watched the game grumps play the first game it was like huh! this is different I like it.. I like the characters.. I like the #story…. etc. you get the gist. #but watching the second game… I can see why it’s almost everyone’s favorite #they just got to the end of trial… 5…? and I am.. a wreck #they only air it on the weekends now and it gives me a huge rush of nostalgia of waiting for a new episode of your favorite show to come on. #I think I know who gets executed next.. and idk who is killed.. but I DO know that I am NOT prepared for it fkdkjdk #anyways I have a huge urge to draw my faves which is a big indicator that I’m gonna fixate on it

[bestedoesmeow]

king of my heart requested!

toto wolff x ex!driver!reader

( Ok hear me out... Toto Wolff with a ex driver reader (first female driver maybe in redbull or Ferrari but retired) and she knew toto back when he was racing and she was racing and they liked each other but never confessed

Fast forward to now where she's been invited by (redbull/ Ferrari ) and idk somehow they reconnect )

In the heart of the bustling Formula 1 paddock, where speed and ambition were matched only by the relentless buzz of the media, Toto Wolff stood by the Mercedes garage, his delicate dark brown eyes scanning the sea of people moving about. It was another race weekend, but this time, there was something extraordinary in the air. He had received a message that someone from his past was back in the racing world. A name he hadn't heard in years: Y/N

You had been a trailblazer, a pioneer in a sport dominated by men. You were the first female driver to ever compete in Formula 1, but your career had been cut short due to an unfortunate accident that left you sidelined. Yet, you had never truly left the world of racing. You had become an advocate for women in motorsport, working tirelessly to break down the barriers that had kept so many talented females from reaching the pinnacle of racing.

As Toto watched the cars zipping by on the track, a voice called out his name. He turned to see a familiar face in the crowd. It was you, unmistakable with your beautifully tied hair and a smile that lit up the paddock. Toto felt a rush of emotions he hadn't experienced in years.

"Y/N," he said, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and delight.

"Toto," you replied, a hint of nostalgia in your voice. "It's been so long."

You embraced, the years melting away as you held each other. Toto couldn't help but remember your time as fellow drivers, the camaraderie you had shared, and the unspoken connection that had always simmered beneath the surface.

You walked through the paddock together, catching up on each other's lives. You had taken a break from racing to focus on your advocacy work, and your efforts were starting to bear fruit. You had even received invitations from both Red Bull and Ferrari to collaborate on their initiatives to promote diversity and inclusion in motorsport.

Over the course of the weekend, Toto and you found yourselves spending more and more time together. You attended team meetings, watched races, and shared meals. It was as if you had never been apart, and yet, there was a certain tension between you two, a question that lingered in the air, unspoken.

One evening, under the starry sky of the Grand Prix city, Toto and you found yourselves alone on a rooftop terrace, overlooking the glittering lights of the city below. The moment felt right, and the words spilled out.

"Y/N," Toto began, his voice soft but resolute. "There's something I've never told you."

You turned to him, your eyes curious and expectant. "What is it, Toto?"

"When we were both racing," he said, "there was something more than just friendship between us. I never had the courage to say it then, but I… I cared for you deeply."

Your eyes widened, and a smile played on your lips. "Toto, I felt the same way. But we were young, and the world of racing was a different place back then. We never got the chance to explore what might have been."

Toto reached out and took your hand, your fingers interlocking. "Y/N, the world of racing is changing now. And maybe it's time we explore what might have been. If you're willing."

Your eyes sparkled with a mix of emotion as you nodded. "I'd like that, Toto."

As you leaned in to share your first kiss, the city below continued to glitter, and the echoes of your past merged with the promises of the future. In a world where speed and ambition reigned supreme, your love story was a reminder that some connections, no matter how long they've been dormant, are simply meant to be.

#f1 x you #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #charles leclerc x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x y/n #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #toto wolff fluff #toto wolff #toto wolff smut #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff fanfic

[pocketsizedq]

Rowden you look like daddy, baby

Request:Quinn teaching his son how to play hockey

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Quinn pulls up to the ice hockey rink that he started to bring rowden to when teaching him how to ice skate now he is teaching him how to play hockey which made the dad a little emotional knowing his little boy is growing up.

As Quinn was pulling into the slightly run down hockey rink which was private as He only used this rink for privacy. He parks his truck a 2023 GMC Sierra 3500HD Denali Crew Cab into the park spot getting out going.

Rowden had already unbuckled from his carseat waiting for his dad as the truck was pretty high up and quinn told him never to jump down as he could hurt himself.

Quinn really loved his truck as it was two doors to where he could put both of the carseats in the back for his boys and they can be safe. He had chosen today to be just a dad and row day as Row been begging to learn how to play hockey.

Soon after Quinn got out of the car, He helped row down from the truck grabbing his and then rowen's little hockey bag.

"are you excited little man?"

"so ex..excited daddy" Rowden spoke with a small stutter as he had been having a bit of a rough time learning how to speak but Quinn was very patient and gentle with him never trying to rush him.

Quinn softly smiled at his son proud of him being able to say excited to which he ruffles his brown curly hair handing him his little hockey back to take in.

Rowden takes the bag putting it on his shoulder taking his dad's hand into his as Quinn started making his way into the slightly retro rink that held a bit of nostalgia for him.

He makes his way inside with his son.

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Soon after making it inside Quinn started teaching him how to hold his Hockey stick which he had already shown him how to tape it. He holds his own stick in his hands like he would.

"L...Like this"

"just like that bud now your head is over your knees, and your knees are over your toes"

Rowden understood what his dad meant by that which meant Your head should be up, not looking at your feet. You should be leaning slightly forward, but your back should be straight, not hunched over.

"now lean just a bit more bud and then you have the perfect stance"

Rowden listened and did what his dad told him to do holding his hockey stick in his hand.

Quinn sets the puck down in front himself getting into the same position his son was in facing him holding his stick to the ice.

"i want you to watch me as I hit this into the goal okay buddy?"

Rowden nods quietly watching his dad wanting to be just like him when he grows up. He watches the way his dad's body moves to shoot the puck into the goal.

"now i want you to do what i just did"

Quinn skates over grabbing the puck out of the goal skating back over to his son setting the puck down in front of him.

Rowden takes a deep breath before hitting the puck perfectly into the goal for the first time and looks over at his dad with a big teethy grin on his face.

Quinn was an overly proud dad at this moment. He picked the small boy up knowing with more teaching and learning. He will love hockey just his dad and uncles do.

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Quinn and Rowden make it home that is when rowden runs over to you and his youngest brother who was only two months old at the time telling all about what his dad taught him and that hes happy to have a dad like that.

When rowden finally goes to his room,, your husband makes his way over to you kissing you and then his youngest son forehead saying "thank you for making me a dad"

#quinn hughes x reader #nhl x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x y/n #dad!quinn #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine

[notsosweetchan]

-Cann you write about Changbin being reader’s older brother ‘s best friend and reader has a crush on him and they end up fucking-

ʚ♡ɞ Brother’s best friend (BBF) ʚ♡ɞ

Notes: I got carried away with this one it’s my longest one yet, while I was writing this I had the song best friends brother from victorious stuck in my head lmao

Warning: Smut

Paring: | Changbin x Reader |

Y/N sighed, letting the familiar sights of her hometown blur into a painting of soft colors as she gazed out the car window. The specter of finals still hung over her like a storm cloud, but for now, she was free, half-wistfully enveloped in the nostalgia that seemed to permeate the air here.

The car came to a halt in front of her childhood home, and she found herself grinning despite the fatigue clinging to her bones.

Upon entering the house, she was immediately greeted by her boisterously cheerful older brother who scooped her into a bear hug. She could see a familiar glint in his eye, one that spelled trouble — or adventure, depending on how you looked at it.

His surprise turned out to be none other than his best friend, Changbin. Seeing him there made. Y/N's stomach flutter with a familiar nervousness. She had known Changbin since they were children, and over the years, she had developed a deep and unspoken adoration for him. But to him, she was always "little Y/N," his best friend's kid sister.

The moment their eyes met, Y/N felt a rush of warmth that colored her cheeks a shade of rose. Changbin, ever the gentleman, stood up from his perch on the old leather couch in the living room, greeting her with a boyish grin that seemed to have only broadened over the years. "Y/N," he said warmly, "you've grown up so much."

"That's what happens when you age, Bin," she replied, laughing lightly while trying to mask the butterflies that his simple observation had stirred up within her. His lips twitched in amusement at her retort, the fondness bright and clear in his eyes. He held out a hand in an offer to take her bag which she gratefully accepted, his touch sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. Oh, how she missed this comforting familiarity.

Just as her heart began to flutter with the renewed prospect of time spent together, her brother clapped his hands together. “Well, I will leave you both to catch up. I've got some errands to run, but I'll be back soon,” he declared with a knowing smirk before disappearing out the front door.

The sudden silence that echoed in the living room felt heavy as Y/N turned back towards Changbin. His presence seemed to fill up the room in a way it hadn’t before when there were three of them. She swallowed nervously, feeling the flush on her cheeks deepen under his watchful gaze.

"So," Changbin began, breaking the silence, "how's college life treating you?" He stretched out on the couch, eyes inviting her to share her world with him. His question unfurled an array of stories within her mind; late-night study sessions, vibrant campus events, and friendships that felt like they could last a lifetime.

As she started telling him about her experiences, he listened attentively. His occasional nods and interjections made her feel seen and heard, and slowly, the earlier nerves started to fade away. The light from the setting sun softly washed over them, making his features appear even more endearing. His eyes gleamed with interest as she spoke and his lips curled into a warm, inviting smile that had her heart racing.

Caught in the spell of the moment, Y/N found herself inching closer to him on the couch, their knees brushing together occasionally. It was something they had done many times before as friends, but this time it felt different — those brief contacts ignited a spark within her that she'd never felt so intensely.

Soon enough, the conversation began to taper off as they lapsed into a comfortable silence. It was then that Changbin turned to look at her, his gaze softer than she'd ever seen before. In that instant, all the excitement from an afternoon spent reminiscing faded into a calm ocean of warmth and affection.

"Y/N," Changbin started, his voice barely above a whisper. "You've really changed." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I mean, you’ve not just grown up," he clarified hurriedly, pointing towards her untamed hair and bright eyes that held unspoken tales of her adventures at college. "You've also become… well, someone I find myself thinking about more often than I should."

The words hung in Her breath caught in her throat at his confession, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She could feel the heat rise to her face as she looked into his eyes. She'd always thought he saw her as his little sister, but now... now, everything felt different."

Changbin," she stammered, "I-I... I thought you saw me as your best friend's little sister."

He chuckled softly, a gentle laugh that reached the depths of her soul. "Well, you'll always be that to me, but.." His eyes held hers captive as he moved just a little bit closer, "you're also so much more, Y/N."

Hesitatingly, he reached out to brush a stray hair behind her ear and their closeness was almost palpable. Time seemed to stand still as their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. His eyes held hers hostage, and it was Y/N who first blinked, heart pounding in her chest.

Leaning in ever so slightly, their lips met in a tentative yet breathless kiss; an admission of unspoken feelings finally given voice.

She felt his soft lips press against hers, and for a moment, Y/N thought she imagined it. A small gasp escaped her as the warmth of his breath danced across her lips, sending tingles down her spine.

She closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. His hand found its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer still. Their bodies melded together like they were always meant to be this way. The scent of his aftershave mixed with something familiar and comforting - maybe it was just him. She could feel his heart racing as fast as hers was, and it made their embrace feel more intimate than anything she had experienced before.

Their kiss deepened slowly, and she could taste the sweetness of his cherry chapstick on her tongue. Her fingers entwined with his as they explored each other's bodies in a way that felt both new and familiar at once.

The sound of their quiet breathing filled the room as they pressed closer together, lost in the moment. When they finally pulled away, it felt like waking up from a dream - but one she never wanted to leave. “What about my brother ?" Y/N whispered, pulling back with a flush on her cheeks.

Changbin smiled wryly, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there," he said, brushing her cheek with his fingertips. "For now, let's enjoy this moment."

Leaning in to kiss her once more , Y/N knew that he was right – they would figure it out eventually. For now, she would savor this stolen moment with the boy who had stolen her heart years ago.

Y/N blushed at his words but couldn't deny the truth in them. As their lips met again, the world around them seemed to melt away. The softness of his lips against hers sent a shiver down her spine as she closed her eyes, reveling in this newfound intimacy.

The soft noises they made echoed through the room, filling it with warmth and anticipation. His hand slid up her back and tangled itself in her hair, pulling gently on the strands as he deepened the kiss.

Their tongues danced tentatively at first, exploring each other's mouths in a slow rhythm that matched their hearts' pace. Each time they pulled away for air, they seemed to be breathing each other in, their noses brushing gently against one another's skin.

Changbin tasted like cherry chapstick mixed with something familiar and comforting - maybe it was just him. It was intoxicating.

His fingers trailed down her neck and beneath her shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She could feel his heart racing against hers as they held onto each other tightly, lost in their embrace. This feeling was addictive; electricity zinged through every nerve ending as their lips met once more.

Her hand gripped onto his shirt, pulling him closer still as she felt his body heat melt into hers. The soft fabric gave way under her fingertips, revealing firm muscles beneath.

Her hands traced circles on his back before moving upwards, feeling every contour and ridge underneath his clothes until she reached his neck where she ran her nails gently across his skin lightly - eliciting a small moan from him.

"I've wanted this for so long," he breathed against her lips, and she responded with a shy smile.

Y/N moaned softly as he trailed kisses down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe what was happening, yet she couldn't bring herself to stop it.

The scent of his cologne mixed with the familiar scent of home, filling the room with a warmth that surrounded them like a cloud. Every touch from him felt electric, every caress setting her skin ablaze.

She could feel his heart racing against hers in syncopated rhythm asthey explored each other's bodies with gentle movements and soft gasps.

His hand slipped under her shirt, brushing against her bare skin, and she arched into the contact without thinking. A gasp escaped from her lips as he found the small of her back, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending.

Her breath hitched in anticipation as he trailed his fingers along the delicate valley between her shoulder blades before moving upwards to trace patterns on her skin that made her shiver. The touch sent tingles all throughout her body; she never wanted this moment to end.

"Changbin," she whimpered softly against his mouth, their lips meeting once more in a hungry kiss that seemed to consume them both. His tongue teased hers gently before delving deeper into her mouth, seeking out every corner with eager curiosity.

It was intoxicating how familiar yet new this feeling was; every touch brought them closer together while also making them want more. Fueled by the heat between them, Y/N pulled at his shirt, needing to feel more of his skin against hers.

As it gave way to reveal his chest muscles and stomach ripples underneath, she ran her nails softly across his toned abs which caused him to groan into their kiss.

His hands found their way to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. She shivered as his warm hands found their way down her back, caressing her skin.

They trailed down her spine, sending shivers of electricity through her body. She arched into his touch, needing more of him.

Changbin's lips left hers and began trailing kisses down her jawline, nibbling on her earlobes and collarbone as he went lower. He stopped at the hollow of her neck, where he paused to take a deep breath before looking up at her with hooded eyes."Y/N," he breathed heavily, "I... I want you so bad.

"Y/N's cheeks burned crimson as she looked into Changbin's eyes. "I... I want you too." She felt exposed yet liberated all at once under his heated gaze. In response, he slowly unclasped her bra, revealing her bare chest to his hungry gaze.

He cupped her breast gently through the thin fabric of her shirt before sliding it down her arms, revealing her perky mounds fohim to see. His eyes widened in appreciation before he bent down to take one of her pert nipples into his warm mouth.

She moaned softly as she arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair as he teased and suck ed on her hardened nipples. His hands moved to her waist, sliding her pants down over her hips and let them pool at her ankles.

Her panties were next to go, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable in front of him. He stood up, never breaking eye contact with hers as he removed his own pants, revealing his hard length for her to see.

Y/N licked her lips involuntarily at the sight of him, so eager yet so patient. Her hand trembled as she reached out to touch him, running her hands along his shaft, feeling his heat and hardness in her palm. Changbin groaned at her touch, "God, Y/N," he breathed. "You're driving me crazy."

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and carrying Y/N to her room, the sound of their panting filled the now pitch-black room, their hearts still racing from their passionate embrace. Y/N couldn't believe where they were headed and yet she was eager to follow.

Changbin kicked the door shut behind them with a soft click that only served to heighten the intimacy between them.

He laid her down gently on her plain white comforter, his eyes roaming over her naked form like a predator about to make its kill.

She couldn't help but blush at the sight of him, his bare chest glistening with sweat from their intense make-out session. "You are so beautiful," he whispered before bending his head down to kiss along her collarbone once more.

His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he trailed soft kisses downwards, heading towards her breasts.

His lips brushed against one of them teasingly before taking it between his teeth gently, causing a gasp to escape from her lips. He suckled on her nipple while his hand slipped between her thighs, pushing two fingers inside of her wetness without warning.

Y/N arched into his touch, moaning softly as he found her G-spot effortlessly. "Changbin," she moaned, her back arching off the bed as he hit that sweet spot again and again. Her walls clenched around his fingers, begging for more as he pumped them in and out of her.

With each thrust, she felt herself edging closer to the precipice, but he pulled away just when she thought she was about to come undone.

"Shh, baby," he soothed, looking into her hooded eyes before leaning down to claim her lips once more. "I want this to last."

He positioned himself at her entrance and looked into her eyes one last time, seeking permission. Y/N nodded, her desire clear in her eyes, and he brushed against her core teasingly before finally sliding inch by inch inside of her tight heat.

Y/N gasped as he filled her completely, unable to form coherent words as sensations she never knew existed coursed through her body. He was so big, so thick and hard, stretching her in ways she'd only ever dreamed of.

Changbin's eyes bore into hers as he started to move, withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting back in agonizingly slowly. Each time he bottomed out inside her,

she moaned louder and louder, her nails digging into his back as he set a rhythm both slow and torturous.

"Y/N," he groaned against her neck between thrusts, "feels so good."

His words only spurred her on further as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer if that were even possible.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their breaths mingling with each other's pants filling the room. Faster and faster they moved, their moans echoeing off the walls of her small room.

Changbin's pace increased, each thrust harder and deeper than the last as they both teetered on the edge of orgasm.

Y/N could feel it building deep within her core, coiling tighter and tighter with each movement of his hips. Her walls clenched around him, squeezing him tightly as she neared the edge.

"Binnie," she whimpered, her nails digging into his back as he hit that spot again and again.

"Come for me," he growled against her ear before biting down gently on her lobe. That was all it took; Y/N's world exploded into a million stars as she came undone in his arms, her orgasm rocking through her entire body like a tidal wave.

Changbin followed close behind her, groaning out her name as he found his own release deep inside her tight heat.

Their panting breaths were the only sounds in the room as they lay entangled in each other's arms, their bodies still joined as one.

Changbin kissed her forehead gently before pulling out of her with a quiet groan. Y/N whimpered softly at the loss of him but he was quick to soothe her, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling her hair.

"That was," she breathed, words failing her.

"Amazing," he finished for her, chuckling softly. "I've been waiting for that for so long."As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Y/N knew that this was where she was supposed to be. With him.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz imagine #skz smut #skz changbin #changbin x reader #changbin imagine #changbin imagines #changbin smut #seo changbin #stray kids changbin #changbin

[improbable-outset]

📂 𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

↳ 📂 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫

[𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫]

{{Part 3}}

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.3k

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Exes-to-Lovers, post-divorce, Morning after sex, Thigh fucking, brief nipple play, breeding kink, sloppy seconds, mentions of pregnancy. MINORS DNI 🔞🔞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a night full of passion and rediscovery, Miguel’s guilt still comes crashing down on him the following morning. (Miguel wants another round)

Miguel was the first to wake up. The soft morning light filtered through the gaps of your curtains that were drawn over the huge window, overlooking the Nueva York city skyline. Laying beside him was you, still bare from last night and tangled in the pale sheet. You were sleeping peacefully on your side with your back pressed against his chest.

He watched the rise and fall of your chest with each slow breath you took under the comforter. He couldn’t help but trace his fingers lightly over the curves of your arm up to the crook of your neck, marveling at the warmth and intimacy you both rediscovered. He missed waking up to your face like this in the mornings and being that first thing you saw the moment you flutter your eyes open from your slumber.

He never stopped loving you, even when you were apart. It pained him how he had to maintain a facade of detachment and coldness towards you to conceal his emotions behind the professional mask. But it was the only way to prevent him from slipping through the cracks. The regrets weighed heavily on his mind, like an anchor tied to his heart.

He couldn’t bring himself to beg for your forgiveness after the way he treated you throughout your marriage; how he neglected you and abandoned his role as a husband by not being home for days on end because of his heroic duties. It was torturous enough seeing you at work everyday after the divorce but watching you act like a stranger to him only added to his torment. His chest ached as he reflected on the icy distance that grew between the two of you when he wanted nothing more than to hold you like this everyday.

He observed as you stirred in your sleep, the gentle rhythm of your breath indicating the return of your consciousness. Slowly, your eyelids opened up with the morning light painting your features, enhancing the warmth of your gaze. You looked up at him with a soft, sleepy smile that could melt the coldest hearts.

“Morning,” You yawned. Your voice was still hoarse from sleep, yet to Miguel, it was still melodious to hear. The things he’d do to wake up to that every day.

“Good morning, hermosa.” He whispered, drawing himself closer to you as he wrapped his arm around your waist with your back still against him.

“Slept well?” You mumbled, leaning into his embrace.

“I did, better than I have in a long while.” He planted a soft kiss on your temple.

“About last night…”

“It was incredible.”

“It was, but I was going to ask, do you regret telling me about Spider-Man?”

“Not for a second…” For so long, he had let his pride and his secret identity drive a wedge between the two of you, leading to the painful divorce. He couldn’t ignore the bittersweet memories of his past mistakes. It was still surreal that you wanted to reconcile with him after everything he had told you. “You deserve to know the truth.”

You turned your head to look up at him, warmth and lust reflected on your eyes. Your hair was slightly disheveled from sleep, framing your face that heightened your allure. Seeing you raw like this in the morning stirred a wave of nostalgia and arousal within him.

His blood quickly rushed towards his cock again, now painfully hard and grazing on your back. He couldn’t resist himself from rolling his hips against your bare ass, making you gasp. He did it again but this time, he got a stifled moan out of you.

“Ay coño.” He groaned.

“Miguel…I’m not on anything, remember?” You warned. Right…you used up the last morning-after pill before you had your shower last night.

He could tell by the sound of your voice that you wanted him buried deep inside you again, just as much as he did, but you had to take precautions. You both knew an unplanned pregnancy could derail the progress you have just made, and it was a risk you couldn’t afford to take.

“Let me fuck your thighs then.” His voice was strained, almost afraid his tone would betray how desperate he was for you.

“That needy, huh?” Shock. His heart stuttered. Of course you’d use his words from last night against him now. He would come right there if you kept being smug towards him like that. But he needed to hold himself back to feel you and relive that moment again. One night with you wasn’t enough.

With caution, he pushed his dick between your thighs while navigating his way to feel your folds and making sure he pressed the tip against your clit. He knew he reached the jackpot when he felt your body jolt in surprise. It wasn’t the same sensation as feeling your walls inside, especially without the wetness of your cunt, but it’ll have to do for now. He could still get off by the sound of your moans anyways. He began thrusting himself, keeping a steady rhythm— his pre-cum was smearing between your legs with each thrust. The bed rocked with each roll of his hips, however thankfully, it wasn’t as loud as the previous night.

He then trailed his hand up your side to reach for one of your breasts, cupping and fondling with it before gently pinching the sensitive nipple, coaxing a low moan out of you. He imagined them being full when you start breastfeeding.

“God, you’d be an amazing mother, you know that? Seeing your belly all swollen from me while carrying my child…” The mere thought of you being pregnant with his baby was dizzying. The weight of his promise he made to you last night to protect you and the future family you might have pressed upon him now. He knew he had to be better and be the man you deserved.

He didn’t know why he was doubting himself in the first place. If Peter and MJ could handle having Mayday, why couldn’t he? Sure, he had more responsibilities leading the Spider Society but he could still do it. He was a father once and he’d do anything to have that opportunity again. Especially raising a family with you.

“Miguel…” He watched you grip the bed sheets besides you, squirming in his chest. The same bed sheets that he just fucked you on the previous night. The same bed that you would sleep alone in after this.

How many flings have you had after the divorce? How many men fucked you on this bed? He hated the thought of other men touching you like this. But he couldn’t blame you after everything you’ve been through— after everything he had put you through.

Guilt and anger swirled in the deepest pit of his gut again making his movement irregular and messy, his pre-cum still on your inner thighs. But hearing you moan out his name was enough for him to tip over the edge and without realising, he unraveled.

His cum spilled all over between your thighs and bed, causing a mess on the sheet— he knew you weren’t going to be too pleased with that. But that wasn’t on his mind right now.

After collecting his senses, his cock was pulled out from your thigh that was coated in his cum. You didn’t move from your position for a moment until he shifted himself away from you.

“Better?” You asked, finally turned over to face him.

“Yeah,” He watched you sit up on the bed, the pool of his cum still sitting on the sheets beside you. “Sorry about the mess…” He mumbled apologetically.

“It’s fine. I kinda expected that to happen.” You bunched your legs together with his cum still dripping between your inner thighs. The sight made his stomach flip. He made sure to burn the image permanently into his psyche until you’re fully his again. “I’m gonna have a shower again and change these sheets. How about some coffee after?” You gave him a satisfied smile, one that could disarm any soul.

“I’d love that.” The idea of this morning routine, a shared cup of coffee, felt like a comforting return to domestic normality after the roller coaster of emotions you both had been through.

“Black as usual?”

“You know me so well, cariño…”

Pretty short but I just wanted to put it out there. I love this trope so much and I want to write more with Miguel in this scenario 😫😫

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 #♦︎— spicy #★— ayrus writes

[yesimilkdamilkman]

⋆.˚ ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫... {𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑}

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞; Render credits: @ave661 Part 3, is finally here!! Different format this time :33 Yes, I know its been a very long time. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; hybrid bunny! reader taking care of big meaty men, while they're sick.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; Everybody is sick or gets sick, cough cough. heavy simon x reader and price x reader this time.

04.14.24 | 𝟕𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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Taking temperatures, making tea, switching sheets, running baths, heading to the forest for fruits, herbs, and honey. That was the last 2 days for you, everyone came back from a mission, and they were feeling alright at first. But then it hit them, starting with Soap, then Gaz, Price, and finally Simon.

Gaz was constantly throwing up, giving you no more than an hour before you had to change his sheets again. Simon was mostly asleep, but he had a fever and a dry throat. Soap was the first to have a fever before it hit everyone else, Price was right along with Simon, dead asleep; which Price reminded you of the bears once winter came. The tea that they had, was good somewhat healthy for them, you made some enough to tie them over while you ventured out to the wildness,

You plucked berries off the bushes, collecting raw honey from bee hives. It brought you a sense of nostalgia, your life before you were hit by that car. But no time to think about the past, you have sick friends at home who are counting on you.

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Getting back not too long after your departure there was a loud thump as you stepped in through the back door. Quickly dropping the basket, and rushing up the stairs, to find the source. You peeked in everyone's room, you finally made it to Price's room, he was fine for the most part. But his lamp was on the floor along with a few cigars..

"Ah, luv be a doll an- *cough* and me a cigar will ya?" Price dared to ask you for a cigar while he was sick, and he knew how you felt about them; as they weren't good for him or the environment in any way. You let out a loud huff, large ears dropping a bit before you grabbed them.

Price's face started to light, thinking you would give him one. But much to his dismay up picked them up and walked right past him, opening up his window and chucking them out. Price for once was dumbfounded by your behavior, opened up his mouth to question your actions but was interrupted by a coughing fit. You quickly left the room, and brought back some water, to tie him over once more until you could make the tea.

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You've made everyone tea, even though when it came to giving it to Gaz, he was a little hesitant that you got it from the forest. You really don't see the problem, if it's from the forest; that's been untouched by man, then it's healthier the fruits they buy at the store.

Simon did scare the shit out of you, coming out of his room while you were half asleep, making more tea for Soap. He was just standing in the entrance of of the room, watching and could feel his gaze shooting daggers into your back.

You could hear the floor creak under him, as he approached you. Adding some of his body weight to you. calloused fingers running through your curls, his other hand wrapping around your waist and swaying your bodies together.

"Rest, you must." you say quietly, enjoying the moment you two were having. Only getting a grunt in response, as your bodies continue to sway with one another.

You could see his finger slowly reaching for something in your peripheral, you slapped Simon's hand away, realizing he was trying to stick his finger in the tea. Quickly slapping his hand away, you ask "What's wrong? Cough, dry throat, headache, fever?" you began naming things off the top of your head.

"Headache," He said almost immediately. You moved away from him, opened up the fridge, and grabbed some tea you had pre-made, just in case. Heating it up, and forcing Simon back to bed.

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As the week passed everyone got better and recovered, they were called back 2 weeks later and were gone for 3 days. and when they returned. Their bunny wasn't at the door trying to hug them all at once, but instead was found upstairs in Price's bed, wrapped in Simon's blanket, wearing Soap's socks, and wearing one of Gaz's gloves. With tissues everywhere, and a trash nearly full of throw up.

They got you sick.

Tagist : @h0ney-mushroom, @bangtandaze

#𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬🗒📃🕯️🧾 #call of duty #cod x reader #cod 141 #cod ghost #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod headcanons #cod x black reader #cod x y/n #cod x hybrid bunny!reader #cod x you #soap mw2 #soap x reader #cod imagine #soap #john soap mactavish #cod #mw2 #john price #captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price #modern warfare #price #captain price smut #price x reader #price cod #soap cod #captain price

[bitchiswild]

Colors Of Love

Kim Minjeong x F! Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 7.2k

A/n: I hate how this came out but I am sooo over it so here you are🥹

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"Hazel, come on! You're going to be late for your first day," I called out, a hint of urgency in my voice as I stood by the door, checking the time repeatedly.

"Coming, Mommy!" Hazel's excited voice echoed down the hallway. Within moments, she darted towards me, her eyes bright with anticipation. I enveloped her in a tight embrace, planting playful kisses all over her face as she giggled with delight.

"Are you excited?" I asked, trying to contain my own excitement as we stepped outside. The morning air was crisp, and the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden hue over everything around us.

Hazel nodded vigorously, her curls bouncing with each movement. "Yes, Mommy! I can't wait to meet new friends and learn new things!"

Locking the door behind us, I couldn't help but feel a rush of pride and nostalgia, watching my little girl embark on this new adventure.

As we made our way towards Colorful Petals Kindergarten in the car, Hazel's excitement was palpable. Her chatter filled the space, talking about all the things she hoped to do and the friends she wanted to make. The vibrant energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I stole glances at her through the rearview mirror.

Upon arriving at the kindergarten, Hazel's enthusiasm flickered into nervousness. I gently unbuckled her from her car seat and held her hand, guiding her towards the classroom. But as we approached, her grip on my hand tightened, and I could see the worry etched on her face.

"Mommy, I don't feel good. I want to go home," Hazel whimpered softly, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Kneeling down to her level, I looked into her eyes, noticing the flicker of nervousness within them. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close in a reassuring hug. "Hazel, honey, you're going to be okay. It's normal to feel a little nervous on the first day. I promise you, you'll have so much fun, make lots of new friends, and learn amazing things. But if you still don't feel good by lunchtime, I'll come and pick you up, alright?"

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but I could sense a slight ease in her tension.

With a gentle smile, I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before walking her to her classroom. As we approached the door, her apprehension seemed to lessen, replaced by a glimmer of curiosity as she peered into the colorful room filled with toys and other children.

"You've got this, Hazel," I encouraged her softly, squeezing her hand before giving her one last reassuring smile as she stepped into her new classroom. Watching her take hesitant steps forward, I knew this was the start of her own journey, filled with discoveries and adventures, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - pride, anticipation, and a touch of wistfulness as I watched my little one begin her first day at kindergarten.

As I stood there, watching Hazel immerse herself in the activities, a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see a striking woman standing beside me, her presence captivating.

"Is she yours?" the woman asked, her voice friendly and warm. I nodded, a proud smile forming on my lips.

"Yes, she is," I replied, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity at the sudden conversation.

The woman's gaze shifted back to Hazel, and a soft smile graced her lips. "She looks like you. She's beautiful, just like her mom," she complimented, her eyes twinkling as she glanced at me and playfully winked.

The unexpected compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a rush of warmth spreading across my cheeks. "Thank you," I responded, feeling bashful yet appreciative of her kind words.

The woman chuckled softly, her demeanor friendly and welcoming. "You're doing a great job. Cherish these moments; they grow up so fast," she remarked, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

I nodded, grateful for her encouragement and the shared sentiment. As I turned my attention back to Hazel, watching her giggle and interact with her new friends, I couldn't help but appreciate the kindness of the stranger's words and the reminder to treasure every moment of this precious journey.

The woman extended her hand with a warm smile. "My name is Kim Minjeong, but I'll be known as Miss Winter to the kids. I'm your daughter's teacher," she introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Winter," I replied warmly, shaking her hand. The revelation that she was Hazel's teacher brought a sense of reassurance. Her friendly demeanor and the way she engaged with Hazel and the other children put me at ease.

"I'm glad Hazel has you as her teacher," I added with a smile, feeling a sense of gratitude knowing that my daughter was in capable and caring hands.

Miss Winter returned the smile, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "I'm excited to have her in my class. She's already making friends," she remarked, gesturing toward Hazel, who was now engrossed in a playful activity with a few other children.

"She's a little nervous today, but I'm sure she'll settle in quickly," I shared, feeling a sense of relief discussing it with someone who seemed understanding and supportive.

Miss Winter nodded empathetically. "First days can be a bit overwhelming, but she's doing great. I'll make sure she feels comfortable and included," she assured me, her tone filled with warmth and confidence.

I thanked her, feeling grateful for her reassurance and dedication. As I glanced back at Hazel, seeing her laugh and engage with her newfound friends, a sense of confidence washed over me, knowing that Hazel was not only in good hands but also in an environment where she could flourish and grow.

As Miss Winter observed my evident nervousness, she offered a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay," she assured me softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone filled with understanding.

Relieved by her comforting words, I nodded gratefully. "Thank you," I replied, feeling a bit more at ease knowing that Hazel had someone as caring as Miss Winter looking out for her.

Her reassuring gaze lingered for a moment longer before she added, "If anything goes wrong, I'll be sure to call you," her words laced with a promise and a sense of reassurance.

"Thank you so much," I said, genuinely appreciative of her thoughtfulness. Knowing that I would be informed if needed alleviated some of the worry that lingered within me.

With a gentle smile, Miss Winter nodded at me. "I'll see you again when school is over," she said warmly, her attention drawn back to the children as she went to tend to them.

Her reassuring words lingered in the air, and I felt a sense of comfort knowing she would be there to guide Hazel through her first day. As she engaged with the children, I took one last glance at her, grateful for her presence and the promise of seeing her again at the end of the day.

The ringing bell signaled the start of the school day, prompting me to take it as my cue to depart. Glancing at Miss Winter, I observed her effortlessly gathering the children, her reassuring presence calming any lingering apprehension.

As I prepared to leave, our eyes met, and Miss Winter offered a reassuring grin, accompanied by a wave. It was a silent acknowledgment that Hazel was in capable hands, and I found comfort in her confidence.

Returning their gestures, I locked eyes with Hazel, who had noticed me too. She waved enthusiastically, blowing me a kiss. In response, I sent her a flying kiss back, accompanied by a warm smile, silently conveying my love and encouragement for her first day.

Seeing her smile widen and her excitement grow as she joined her peers, I felt a mix of emotions—pride, a hint of nostalgia, and a surge of hope for the adventures that awaited her. With a final wave, I turned away, feeling a sense of reassurance knowing Hazel was in good care and ready to embark on her exciting journey at school.

As the school day wound down and I received no calls, I felt a sense of relief knowing Hazel had settled in well. Heading towards the school, I saw Miss Winter gathering the children for departure. They formed a cheerful group, likely singing a tune they'd learned during the day.

While quietly observing, I met Miss Winter's eyes, and she offered me a friendly wink. It felt light-hearted, a gesture of camaraderie rather than flirtation, leaving me feeling a touch bashful but appreciative of her warmth.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of the day, a flurry of excited children hurried towards their waiting parents. Among them, Hazel stood beside Miss Winter, holding her hand as she waited for me. Hazel's bright smile conveyed her excitement about her day, while Miss Winter's warm presence by her side reflected the nurturing environment she had created in her classroom.

"Mommy!" Hazel's enthusiastic voice echoed as she leaped into my arms. "Hazel!" I echoed back, catching her and showering her with kisses. "How was your day, honey?" I inquired, eager to hear about her adventures.

"IT WAS AMAZING! Miss Winter is so fun! We did arts and crafts, she read us a book, and we played outside," Hazel excitedly began recounting her day, her words tumbling out in a rush.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, gazing at her affectionately. "I'm glad you had a great time, baby," I said, my heart swelling with joy at her excitement.

Glancing over at Miss Winter, I noticed her watching us with a soft gaze and a small smile. "How was she, Miss Winter?" I asked, curious about Hazel's day from her perspective.

"She was perfect! You have real smartie pants here, and no need to call me Miss Winter, Minjeong is fine," she replied warmly, her eyes sparkling with fondness as she spoke about Hazel. Her reassurance and praise filled me with gratitude, knowing Hazel was thriving under her care.

"Thank you, Minjeong, for taking care of Hazel today. What do you say, Hazel?" I gently prompted, wanting her to express her gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Winter. I had fun today," Hazel chimed in with a beaming smile, her enthusiasm evident in her words.

Minjeong, pleased with Hazel's response, nodded with a warm smile. "You're very welcome, Hazel. I'm glad you had a good time," she replied, her tone kind and encouraging.

It was heartwarming to witness Hazel's positive experience on her first day, and I felt grateful for the care and attention Minjeong had provided. With a final wave goodbye, I led Hazel away, excited to hear more about her adventures and looking forward to the days ahead at Colorful Petals Kindergarten.

Months have passed, and Hazel is loving kindergarten more and more every day, and I thank Minjeong for that. That woman knows what she is doing," I thought to myself as I immersed myself in my work.

The day was busy, and I was engrossed in various tasks when my phone suddenly rang, displaying the school's number. A sense of unease pricked at me as I answered the call, my voice tinged with apprehension. "Hello?" I said, trying to hide the worry that instantly settled in my chest.

"Hi, is this Y/n Y/Ln I'm talking to?" the familiar voice of Minjeong, Hazel's teacher, greeted me on the other end.

"Yes, this is she," I responded, my concern growing as I anticipated the reason for the call.

"Hi Y/n, it's me, Minjeong. Hazel had a little accident. She fell and scratched her leg, and she's quite upset, asking for you. Is it possible for you to come in at the moment?" Minjeong's voice remained calm but conveyed her concern for Hazel's well-being.

My heart skipped a beat, worry surging through me at the news. "Of course, I'll be there in 10 minutes," I confirmed hastily, my mind already racing as I gathered my belongings and made a swift decision to leave my office.

"Okay, drive safely. I'll see you soon," Minjeong's reassuring words offered a small sense of comfort in the midst of the unexpected situation.

With a sense of urgency and worry propelling me forward, I hurried out of the office, my thoughts consumed by the need to comfort Hazel. The details were scarce, but my concern for her well-being intensified with each passing second. The image of Hazel's tearful face lingered in my mind, fueling my determination to reach her side as swiftly as possible.

Arriving at the school, my heart raced as I hurried through the office, guided by the sound of my daughter's distressed cries. "Hazel, mommy’s here, it's okay," I reassured her, my voice filled with both urgency and comfort.

Rushing towards her, I enveloped Hazel in my arms, cradling her close. "Mommy," Hazel whimpered, seeking solace by burying her tear-streaked face in my neck.

Gently rubbing her back, I held her tight, offering words of comfort. "It's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now," I murmured softly, trying to soothe her distress. The weight of her small body in my arms filled me with a mix of concern and relief, my primary focus on comforting her in this moment of vulnerability.

"You've got a boo-boo, huh?" I asked gently, noticing the bandaid on her knee.

"Yes, it hurts," Hazel whimpered softly, her voice filled with discomfort.

"You want Mommy's magic kisses?" I suggested with a small grin, hoping to bring a smile to her face despite the pain.

"Yes, please," she replied with a sniffle, her trust and hope evident in her response.

With tender care, I leaned in, planting gentle kisses on the bandaged knee, each kiss accompanied by a whispered promise of healing. "There you go, magical healing kisses," I murmured, hoping to ease her pain with the comforting touch of a mother's love.

"Thank you, Mommy," Hazel murmured gratefully, her voice still tinged with discomfort.

"Of course, baby," I replied, gently caressing her face, trying to offer comfort in any way I could.

I noticed Minjeong standing nearby, observing the whole ordeal with a mix of concern and admiration on her face. I turned to her, seeking more details about what had occurred. "What happened?" I questioned, wanting to understand how Hazel had gotten hurt.

"She was running and she slipped," Minjeong explained, concern etched in her voice as she recounted the incident.

"I was having too much fun," Hazel murmured softly, a hint of remorse in her voice, as if acknowledging that her enthusiasm had led to the accident.

I gave Hazel a gentle squeeze, assuring her that accidents happen, while also directing my attention to Minjeong, expressing my gratitude for her care and concern. "Thank you for letting me know, Minjeong. I appreciate your help," I said, grateful for her presence and attentiveness in handling the situation.

"Of course, I did promise I would call if anything happened," Minjeong reassured me with a nod, emphasizing her commitment to keeping me informed.

"Thank you again. It's best if we head home now. I'm sure your students are waiting for you to come back," I acknowledged, understanding her responsibilities and the need to return to her classroom.

However, before I could make my way to Hazel and prepare to leave, Minjeong stopped me. "Oh, before that, I have a question to ask you. Do you mind if we speak privately for a quick minute?" she requested a hint of urgency in her tone.

Glancing at Hazel, I assured her that I would be right back and signaled for her to get ready to leave. "Sure, we can talk," I replied to Minjeong, signaling my willingness to have a brief conversation despite the urgency of getting Hazel home. I followed Minjeong to a quieter corner, curious about what she needed to discuss.

Minjeong's gentle voice carried concern as she spoke, taking a moment to express something that had been weighing on her mind. "I've noticed Hazel feeling a bit down sometimes when we talk about families. Her classmates often share stories about their weekends, mentioning what they do with their mom and dad. During playtime, they ask why her mom always picks her up and not her dad. I've noticed that when she draws, it's usually just you and her, not including her dad. I hope I'm not overstepping, but is Hazel's father involved in her life?"

Her words painted a picture of the social dynamics Hazel faced at school, the innocent inquiries of her peers inadvertently highlighting the absence of a father figure in her life. Minjeong's concern was evident, and her gentle approach reflected her genuine care for Hazel's well-being. She wanted to ensure she wasn't intruding but genuinely wished to understand Hazel's family situation to better support her emotionally in the classroom.

"I'm sorry, no, he's not," I admitted vulnerably, feeling a pang of sadness for Hazel's situation. "It's just me and her."

Minjeong listened attentively, her expression a blend of empathy and understanding. Her compassionate gaze offered a sense of comfort amid the delicate conversation. "Thank you for telling me. May I ask what happened?" she inquired gently, her tone reflecting her genuine concern and desire to offer support.

Her respectful approach conveyed a willingness to listen without judgment, creating a safe space for me to share the personal circumstances that led to Hazel growing up without her father's presence.

"He didn't want to take responsibility, so he left," I shared quietly, the weight of those words carrying both sadness and a hint of emotional strain.

Minjeong listened attentively, acknowledging my emotional vulnerability. With a compassionate gesture, she placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry for overstepping," she offered empathetically, her touch a silent reassurance of her understanding.

"No, it's okay," I assured her, appreciating her concern. "You needed to know, so you can help Hazel emotionally if she ever talks about it." My voice held a mix of gratitude for her empathy and a hope that having this insight would aid in providing the support Hazel might need in navigating these sensitive feelings about her family situation.

Minjeong's supportive gesture and words of encouragement brought a sense of solace, yet the weight of being a single mother lingered heavily.

"Just so you know, you are doing a great job caring for her," Minjeong said with a soft smile, her sincerity palpable in the air.

Her acknowledgment struck a chord within me, causing tears to well up. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling an overwhelming mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

In the quiet moment that followed, I added with a sigh, "It's hard being a single mother at times." The admission carried the weight of the challenges and emotions I grappled with, a brief glimpse into the complexities that often accompanied the role I held in Hazel's life.

Minjeong's empathy was both unexpected and deeply appreciated. Her offer of support resonated, bringing a sense of relief in a moment of vulnerability.

"I get it, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you," Minjeong offered, her voice carrying a genuine sincerity that touched my heart.

Her kindness was a beacon of light amid the challenges I faced. I nodded, grateful for her understanding. "Thank you, that means a lot," I replied softly, touched by her gesture of compassion and the willingness to lend an ear when needed. Her willingness to offer support in return conveyed a sense of mutual care and solidarity that I deeply cherished.

"Alright, I'll let you and Hazel head home. Remember, if you need anything, I'm here for you," Minjeong said, her voice filled with reassurance and care.

"Thank you so much, Minjeong," I replied, feeling genuinely grateful for her understanding and support.

With a nod and a gentle smile, Minjeong allowed us to prepare to leave, her words lingering as a comforting reminder that support was just a call away. As I gathered Hazel, I felt a sense of gratitude for having such a caring teacher in her life, someone who not only looked after her education but also offered genuine support in times of need.

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The holiday rush had me darting through the grocery store aisles, focused on finding snacks Hazel would enjoy and making sure to grab plenty of fruit—knowing her penchant for it.

Amidst the hustle, my cart unexpectedly collided with another. "I am so sorry," I began to apologize, looking up quickly to see who I'd bumped into.

"Y/n?" the familiar voice exclaimed.

"Minjeong! Oh my god, how are you doing?" I greeted her with surprise and a smile, momentarily pausing my shopping to catch up. "Sorry for bumping into you."

Our chance encounter brought a sense of warmth amidst the holiday chaos. It was a pleasant surprise to meet someone familiar during the bustling preparations, and I was eager to share a quick catch-up with Minjeong.

"I'm doing well. Where's Hazel?" Minjeong asked, noticing her absence.

"She's at my sister's house for a sleepover with her cousins," I explained with a chuckle. "They put on a whole musical dance number last night to convince us to let them have a sleepover."

The memory brought a smile to my face—the sight of Hazel and her cousins enthusiastically performing their 'persuasion' act to sway us into agreeing to the sleepover was both endearing and amusing. It was moments like these that made the holiday season even more special.

"Kids are just too funny. That's why I wanted to become a teacher—because of my love for them and how their minds work," Minjeong shared, her chuckle echoing the sentiment.

"Does that mean you're alone for the night?" she asked, noting Hazel's absence and perhaps sensing my evening plans.

"Yeah, I will be. I'll probably catch up on some shows and have a glass of wine," I replied, contemplating how to spend the evening.

"I mean, I don't want you to be alone. How about you come over to my house? I'll even make you dinner," Minjeong suggested with a warm smile, extending an invitation filled with kindness and consideration.

Her offer was unexpectedly thoughtful, and the prospect of spending the evening in good company was tempting. It was a gesture that touched my heart, knowing that spending time together could bring a sense of comfort during the holiday season.

"I wouldn't want to intrude," I hesitated, feeling grateful for her invitation but also not wanting to impose.

"Not at all. We know each other enough. Think of it as friends hanging out and having fun," Minjeong reassured me, her words carrying a sense of warmth and genuine camaraderie.

Her assurance eased my uncertainty, reminding me of the bond we shared and the comfort of spending time together. It was an invitation extended with sincerity, paving the way for a relaxed and enjoyable evening, free from any formality or obligation.

"Sure, it sounds like fun. Count me in," I replied with a smile, feeling more excited about the evening ahead.

"Great! Here, let me give you my number so I can text you my address," Minjeong offered, reaching out for my phone. I handed it to her, and she swiftly typed in her details.

"There, I'll see you around, let's say 5?" she proposed, finalizing the plans.

"5 works great!" I confirmed, feeling a sense of anticipation for the gathering.

"Great! I'll see you soon!" Minjeong said cheerfully, waving as she walked away, leaving me looking forward to an evening of warmth, good company, and shared laughter during the festive season.

The anticipation of the evening with Minjeong stirred nerves within me, reminiscent of the feeling before a first date. My mind wandered, recalling the last time I felt such jitters—meeting Hazel's father. The similarity sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me.

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The upcoming dinner with Minjeong had my nerves all jumbled up. It felt like stepping into uncharted territory, carrying the weight of a first date's anticipation. The pressure to strike the right balance between casual and presentable was real as I picked out my outfit. I settled for a comfortable white sweater and jeans, hoping it wouldn't seem too much or too little.

There was something different about this dinner, a nervousness I couldn't quite shake off. It wasn't just a casual meet-up; it felt significant. Memories of past significant encounters flooded my mind, adding to the nerves of the evening.

The uncertainty loomed, making even the simplest decisions feel like navigating a minefield. Was I overthinking this? Perhaps. But there was an undeniable sense of anticipation mixed with apprehension.

Despite the nerves, there was a curious excitement, a desire to spend time with Minjeong, someone who felt more than just a friend. It was a cocktail of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a touch of curiosity—creating a whirlwind within me as the time for the dinner drew closer.

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Minjeong’s POV

I glanced at the clock, realizing that the evening was fast approaching. Despite my attempts to calm myself, my nerves were on edge. It wasn't just a casual hangout for me; it meant more.

Preparing for Y/n's visit, I found myself fussing over the smallest details. I wanted everything to be perfect, perhaps more than what was necessary for just friends spending time together. Deep down, I held feelings for Y/n that I hadn't confessed, and tonight felt like an opportunity to create a memorable moment.

As I tidied up, thoughts of Y/n filled my mind. I wanted to make a good impression, to be the best version of myself. Each arrangement in the house was meticulously considered, a reflection of the anticipation and excitement I felt about the evening ahead.

Despite the nervousness stirring within, I couldn't deny the flutter of excitement at the prospect of spending time with someone I cared for deeply. Little did I know, tonight might hold a chance to reveal emotions that I had kept hidden for so long.

As I heard the soft knock on my door, signaling Y/n's arrival, my heart skipped a beat. Anticipation surged through me, and I hastily adjusted my clothes while wiping the sweat off my palms. Walking to the door, I felt a rush of nervous excitement.

Opening the door, I was met by Y/n, looking as beautiful as ever. My heart raced faster at the sight of her. "Y/n, welcome!" I greeted her warmly, smiling as I stepped aside to invite her in.

She walked past me, and her delightful perfume lingered in the air. "Minjeong, thank you for inviting me," she said, her smile illuminating the room.

Feeling overwhelmed, I couldn't help but think, 'I could've fainted right there' at the sight of her smile. "I love your home! It's so cozy," she exclaimed, admiring the interior design.

"Thank you, I worked hard to make this house a home," I chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of happiness and nervousness at her compliment.

Her admiration for the cozy atmosphere made my heart swell with pride, but also added to the nerves coursing through me. "It's all thanks to your presence," I almost blurted out, acknowledging how her being there added a special warmth to the space.

"Here, let me help you with that," I offered, assisting her in taking off her jacket and hanging it on the rack.

"Thank you," she replied gratefully.

"Of course, make yourself comfortable," I encouraged, gesturing for her to settle in. "My home is your home." The words slipped out, expressing my genuine desire to make her feel welcome and at ease in my space.

She chuckled softly. "I brought some wine for us to share," she said, holding up the bottle.

"What, you didn't have to," I responded, a hint of surprise in my voice as I took the wine from her hands. Despite my surprise, I couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtful gesture.

"I couldn't come empty-handed," she explained with a smile, her eyes reflecting a hint of excitement about sharing the wine.

"Well, thank you for the wine. We will for sure drink it," I replied gratefully, feeling touched by her considerate gesture.

"Come on, let's eat. You must be starving," I suggested, leading her towards the kitchen and offering her a seat. I went to the cupboard to retrieve some wine glasses, eager to share the wine she had brought. Carefully, I poured us each a glass, ready to start the evening off on a delightful note.

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Y/n POV

The dinner conversation flowed effortlessly between Minjeong and I, touching on various topics—work, our interests, Hazel, our past experiences, and more. With each passing moment, I found myself drawn to Minjeong's personality and warmth.

The more I got to know her, the more I found myself liking her. There was a natural ease to our conversation, a comfortable camaraderie that made being around her feel effortless. It was as if I had known her for far longer than just this evening.

It was a strange sensation—one I hadn't felt in a long time. Being around Minjeong stirred up emotions reminiscent of a high school crush, a feeling I hadn't experienced since Hazel's father. The way she made me laugh, the way our conversations flowed, it all felt strangely familiar yet entirely new. It was a whirlwind of emotions, stirring up both excitement and a hint of apprehension, yet also offering a sense of newfound happiness.

"Here, would you like some more wine?" Minjeong asked in a soft tone, offering to refill our glasses.

"I don't know... I still need to get home," I replied, a sense of responsibility tugging at me despite the desire to stay longer.

"You've been drinking. I won't let you drink and drive. I have an extra room for you, so stay and have another drink," Minjeong said, her expression a mix of concern and teasing, playfully convincing me.

"Alright," I said with a giggle, her playful insistence melting away my reservations. The warmth of her concern and the comfort of her invitation made it easy to agree.

Minjeong's sudden pause of the movie drew my attention, and I glanced at her, sensing something was amiss. Her fingers fidgeted nervously, and a flash of anxiety crossed her eyes, making me instinctively reach out, placing my hand on her lap to offer support.

"Minjeong, are you okay?" I asked, my concern evident as I tried to gauge what was troubling her.

Her words spilled out in a rush, "Y/n, I like you," she blurted, immediately covering her mouth in shock. My own eyes widened in surprise at her unexpected confession.

"Shit, sorry, that was not how I planned to confess," she nervously apologized, then took my hands in hers, meeting my gaze with sincerity.

“Y/n I've been wanting to share something with you for a while now. From the first day we connected, I've admired your strength and the incredible love you pour into your role as a single parent. Your dedication to your child and the way you nurture and support them is both inspiring and heartwarming. As we've gotten to know each other, I've come to appreciate your resilience and the depth of your kindness. The more I learn about you, the more I realize what an amazing person you are. Your ability to balance the responsibilities of parenthood with your own aspirations and dreams is something truly admirable. I've found myself drawn to you in a way I didn't expect. Your compassion, your unwavering commitment, and the beautiful way you navigate life have touched my heart. I admire your courage, your ability to love deeply, and the sacrifices you make for your child. I want you to know that I see you, not just as an incredible parent but as an extraordinary individual. Your strength, your warmth, and your resilience have deeply resonated with me. I feel a genuine connection with you that I haven't experienced before. I understand that your child is your priority, and I respect that entirely. But I also wanted to share that I've developed feelings for you beyond friendship. I admire and care for you in a way that goes beyond words. I hope this doesn't complicate things or make you uncomfortable in any way. Your happiness and comfort are incredibly important to me. Regardless of what happens next, I treasure the bond we've formed and value your friendship deeply. I would love nothing more than the chance to take you on a proper date and continue discovering the depths of who you are. Your presence in my life has been a gift, and I would be honored if you'd consider exploring this journey with me. What do you say?"

In that moment of unspoken connection, I sensed the weight of anticipation lingering between us. Minjeong's eyes mirrored a mix of hope and uncertainty, eagerly awaiting my response. But as our gazes locked, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me, rendering words unnecessary.

Without hesitation, I bridged the space between us, feeling a rush of longing and affection. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cupped her face in my hands, drawing her close. Our lips met in a fervent, passionate kiss that spoke volumes about the emotions stirring within us.

The kiss was an outpouring of pent-up emotions—tenderness, desire, and an unspoken promise of exploring what lay between us. In that heartfelt embrace, time seemed to stand still, enveloping us in a shared moment where words could never capture the depth of our connection.

With a soft pull, I gently drew away, my eyes locked with Minjeong, both of us still lost in the lingering haze of our kiss. "I would love to go on a date with you," I uttered, a smile naturally lighting up my face.

As my words sunk in, Minjeong's initial daze dispersed, replaced by a sudden realization. A radiant smile broke across her face, an expression of pure joy and relief. Without a word, she leaned in, closing the gap between us, her lips meeting mine in another tender, impassioned kiss.

Soft sighs escaped, lost in the symphony of our shared breaths.

The kiss deepened, a slow dance of passion and longing. Our mouths moved in a harmonious rhythm, each touch fueling an insatiable hunger. Fingertips lightly grazed, tracing the contours of cheeks and necks, seeking the warmth and connection that only skin-to-skin contact can offer.

There was an unspoken urgency, a magnetic pull drawing us impossibly closer. The taste of anticipation lingered, mingling with the sweetness of shared desire. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around us fading into insignificance.

As our kiss slowly drew to a tender conclusion, Minjeong gently withdrew, her eyes fixed upon mine, a soft, reverent gaze that held a multitude of unspoken sentiments. There was an intimacy in her touch as she delicately brushed a stray tendril of my hair behind my ear, a tender gesture that conveyed a world of emotion.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, her words carrying a weight of sincerity that sent a rush of warmth coursing through me. It was a simple phrase but uttered with such genuine admiration that it resonated deeply, making my heart flutter.

She pulled me close, inviting me into an embrace that felt like a safe haven, where our bodies molded together in perfect synchrony. The air was charged with the remnants of our shared moment, an ambiance of tenderness and quiet affection that enveloped us.

Nestled against each other, we resumed our cozy position, Minjeong's arms wrapped around me protectively. With a tender smile, she resumed the paused movie, the sound of its soundtrack serving as a soothing backdrop to our shared space.

As the movie's end credits rolled and the room fell into a gentle quiet, Minjeong reached over, switching off the TV before rising from the couch, gently pulling me up with her. There was an effortless ease in her touch as she held me close for a fleeting moment, the connection between us palpable, before guiding me toward her room.

"Let's go get ready for bed," she suggested, her tone gentle and inviting. Following her lead, I trailed behind as she retrieved toothbrushes from her bathroom cabinet, handing one to me with a warm smile. Our simple act of brushing our teeth together felt oddly intimate, our bodies slightly brushing against each other, sharing smiles in the mirror.

After finishing, she fetched a set of clothes from her closet and handed them to me with a kind gesture. "Here, wear these," she said, her considerate nature shining through. I excused myself to change in the bathroom, but as I returned, I inadvertently walked in on Minjeong as she slipped her shirt on, revealing the subtle contours of muscles along her back. A momentary pause hung in the air before she turned, catching me in the act.

"Enjoyed the show?" she teased, a playful smirk gracing her lips, causing a warm flush to spread across my cheeks. "Maybe," I teased back, our laughter filling the room, easing any momentary tension.

"You look amazing in my clothes," she complimented, her eyes meeting mine with a soft gaze. With a subtle nod toward her bed, she extended an invitation. "Come join me in bed."

I hesitated, considering the guest room, but Minjeong's playful insistence rang through her words. "Y/n, I'm not asking, I'm telling you," she teased, her tone lighthearted but determined. Her invitation held a warmth that dissolved any hesitation, leaving me feeling welcomed and embraced in her presence.

Lying in bed, I felt Minjeong's comforting presence envelop me as she drew me into her embrace. A sigh of contentment escaped her lips as she expressed, "I had fun today," her voice carrying a soft, tender tone. I gazed up at her, meeting her eyes, and echoed her sentiment, "Me too," feeling a sense of calmness wash over me, mirroring her contentment.

"Sweet dreams, Y/n," she whispered softly, but I was already on the cusp of sleep, drifting into a serene slumber wrapped in the tranquility of the moment. Her gentle words lingered in the air, offering a soothing backdrop to the peacefulness of the night as sleep began to claim its hold on me.

In the soft haze of the morning light filtering through the windows, I stirred awake, reaching out for Minjeong, only to find the space beside me empty. A faint aroma of breakfast wafted through the air, pulling me out of the cozy embrace of the bed. Curiosity piqued, I ventured out in search of her, finding Minjeong standing by the stove, tending to breakfast.

Unable to resist the urge, I quietly approached her, wrapping my arms around her from behind, nuzzling my face into the warmth of her back, breathing in her comforting scent. "Good morning," she greeted softly, her eyes meeting mine in the reflection of the kitchen window, holding a tender adoration in her gaze as she turned around to reciprocate the hug.

"Morning," I whispered back, reveling in the warmth of her embrace, feeling a tranquil intimacy settle between us. We stood there for a while, entwined in each other's arms, relishing the serene moment that spoke volumes without needing any words. It was a quiet yet profound acknowledgment of the comfort found in each other's presence.

"How was your sleep?" Minjeong inquired, her gentle fingers brushing strands of hair away from my face, a tender smile gracing her lips.

"Amazing with you there," I replied, a genuine smile forming on my face, noting the faint blush that colored Minjeong's cheeks in response to my words. Her warmth was infectious.

"I made us breakfast. Go freshen up a bit, it will be done soon," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of affection. I leaned in, planting a soft kiss on her cheek in gratitude before heading to freshen up.

Upon my return, I found Minjeong setting the plates down on the table, a spread of breakfast awaiting us. I settled beside her, and together, we indulged in the morning meal, the quiet ambiance of the room filled with a soothing conversation that flowed effortlessly between us.

With every bite, our conversation deepened, sharing thoughts and anecdotes that painted a tranquil atmosphere, where the simple pleasure of each other's company became the highlight of the morning. It was in these tranquil moments, amidst the shared meal, that our connection blossomed, wordlessly affirming the comfort found in each other's presence.

With the last bites of breakfast disappearing, a serene air lingered between us. Minjeong turned to me, affection glistening in her eyes, a subtle hint of nervousness woven into her expression.

"Y/n, I know this may be fast, but will you be my girlfriend?" Her hopeful gaze fixated on me, carrying an earnest desire for my response.

"I would love to be your girl, Minjeong," I replied, my voice filled with adoration and certainty. The warmth of my words seemed to ignite a radiant joy within her.

Minjeong, overcome with giddiness, rose from her seat, drawing me into her embrace. As she pulled away slightly, her hands cupped my face gently, guiding me into a sweet and tender kiss that felt like a gentle promise of a journey yet to unfold.

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As the months rolled by, Minjeong and I found ourselves steeped in happiness, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. Around the third month of our relationship, we decided to share the news with Hazel, inviting her into this new chapter of our lives.

Hazel's reaction was beyond heartwarming—she was positively ecstatic. Her eyes lit up with joy, her excitement palpable as she embraced the idea of us being together. Miss Winter, who had been a constant in Hazel's life, was not only her cherished teacher but also someone she deeply admired. Knowing that her mommy had found love with someone as wonderful as Miss Winter filled Hazel with immense happiness.

The acceptance and excitement from Hazel served as a confirmation for us, reassuring us that our decision was not only right but also something that would bring joy and positivity into our lives. Seeing Hazel's enthusiasm and support made our relationship feel even more special and complete.

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Two years had swiftly passed, marked by profound moments and cherished memories. Minjeong and I had taken the leap, deciding to intertwine our lives in marriage. For Hazel's 6th birthday, she chose a beach outing, a simple yet joyous celebration.

On the sun-kissed shore, Hazel and Minjeong wandered near the water's edge, engaged in the delightful pursuit of collecting sea shells. Meanwhile, I sat comfortably under the shade of an umbrella, cradling our 5-month-old baby girl, Jade, in my arms. The tranquil sounds of the ocean merged with the laughter of Hazel and the gentle waves, creating a perfect symphony of contentment.

As I watched my family, an overwhelming sense of completeness enveloped me. Everything felt just right, and in that moment, I realized that having my loved ones gathered around me was all I ever needed. The sight of Minjeong and Hazel's joy, the sound of the ocean, and the presence of our little Jade felt like a snapshot of pure happiness, etching a beautiful memory in the album of our lives.

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#aespa winter #winter x reader #kim winter #winter #minjeong x reader #aespa minjeong #aespa x fem reader #aespa x reader #aespa #kim minjeong #Kim ​minjeong fluff #aespa fluff #bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #fluff

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; songs that they associate with you

includes tommyinnit, tubbo, freddie badlinu, ranboo, quackity

warnings ; horrible music taste. Did a few for each of them lmaooo. also let's act like dmca doesn't exist on twitch or whatever. if schlatt can play Fleetwood Mac on stream then who cares yk

masterlist

BADLINU

Kiss From A Rose ; Seal

You guys watched Batman Forever together and this song came on during credits. Life changing experience.

You had the DVD version with the music video bonus, that was being replayed for like twenty minutes

He has it on almost every playlist he has

He seems like the type of person to make a private, bad quality edit/music video of you two to it

Goosebumps ; Sorana

Dude this song perfectly reflected how he felt before you guys got together 🙏🙏

Plays this on stream when you're streaming with him for background noise.

Before you get together, he still plays it, just makes sure to not let you know that he feels that exact way about you.

Little inside joke between you two, it's kinda your song in a way

Editors love editing you guys to this song omg. They're always cute as hell too

TOMMYINNIT

FaceTime with my Mom (Tonight) ; Bo Burnham

You guys karaoke-d the shit out of this song on stream with Jack and Freddie.

It became a core memory for him. You were only friends at the time but it kinda made him realize that he wanted to be more than just your friend.

He actually FaceTimed his mom afterwards and she said hello to chat and everything

Little funny moment that he loves to think about

Someday (Remastered) ; Sugar Ray

He found this song on your older music playlist

He plays it a lot and thinks about you

Like daydreams that you're on a warm beach with all your friends and stuff

The song has like a warm, summery vibe to it so all summer he makes sure this comes up on your queue when streaming or in the car or whatever.

You guys probably dance around the living room to this song idk

TUBBO

Where The Lines Overlap ; Paramore

"No one is as lucky as us" REAL.

He cherishes you in his own special way yk?

He thinks he's so lucky to have you when you're surprised you could even pull someone, let alone him

Before you guys started dating, he saw an edit of you two to this song and he religiously watched it LMAO

You're both Paramore fans so this worked out perfectly.

Orange Show Speedway ; Lizzy McAlpine

the guitar sounds exactly how you feel to him if that makes sense

the happy nostalgia/dopamine rush kind of feel makes him all smiley and makes him think of you

he literally fell in love at a car speedway show that you two went to together for a little "first date" vlog so 🙏🙏🙏

it's just perfect idk man

RANBOO

Already Over ; Mike Shinoda

this song reminds me a lot of genloss so yk I had to include it here

but yeah, genloss vibes

reminds them a lot of yours and his genloss characters and their relationships and whatnot

when on set for s2 they listen to this on repeat bc your dynamic is so cool

although the viewers r desperately trying to kill you bc you're kind of at fault for genloss! rans trauma/predicament

they'll figure out that's not totally true tho

White Noise ; James Marriott

"I'd quite like to go home now" mother fucker you are his home :(

you're the "What's the point of having a friend when you're on your own in the end" outlook and they're the "I'll make an attempt knowing that I'll fuck it up" in a /pos outlook

you two go perfectly together

like two puzzle pieces, straight the fuck up

the cutest of dynamics

QUACKITY

Le Jardin ; La Femme

you guys watched Fresh together (10/10 btw)

this song came on halfway through and you soundsearched it and quickly dove into the la femme rabbit hole

he thought it was adorable cause you kind of understood the music but he understood completely

honestly got you into learning Spanish more

he literally only sees you listening to la femme to the point where he's a little concerned

you're just addicted to the paradigmes album you're fine

but he does play this on stream a lot just for you

editors go crazy after figuring out its always being played for you omg

Don't Want It ; Lil Nas X

holy shit this song goes hard

anyways yall always play this to get hyped up

he found an edit of you guys to this song and he thinks about it 24/7

literally the "people in my life should know I am not the old me" and the "wanted happiness, wanted forgiveness" duo

I can't explain it it's just vibes

#lowkeyrobin #badlinu x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #mcyt oneshot #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader

[gaily-daily-musings]

Regency + Bridgerton + ABO

When he was younger and more stupidly eager to fall in love, Obi-Wan eloped with a handsome older alpha. He thought they would marry. He had so many daydreams of their future. His favorite had been of the two of them lounging together in front of the fireplace while Obi-Wan held their pups in his arms.

His hopes were swiftly crushed when the reality of the situation bore itself. After about a week holed up in bed, the alpha abandoned him. Obi-Wan had called around and looked across the city. There was no trace of him.

He had been forced to come home; husbandless and mateless. He was ashamed at his own naivety. But at least he had been spared the awfulness of becoming pregnant. If nothing else, he did not have to bear the child of an alpha that did not want him.

He became a social pariah overnight; ostracized by friends and family. He was eventually sent to live with his uncle in the city. The rumors and whispers followed him but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been.

Now at 38 he has accepted he will never find love or a mate. He is content with his life. He had to be.

He has stopped dressing in the delicate fashions of an omega. He dresses like a beta, plain but respectable. He's also grown a beard. It is unusual for one such as him but he keeps it trim and neat. Plus it's good for business. He owns a tailor shop in town and he knows how lucky he is to have his own income and way of remaining independent. He's acquired a steady clientele and is quite happy with his work.

Obi-Wan has been invited to the spring opening ball. It helps that he is friends with Bail and Breha who are high society members. They were the first ones who gave his little shop a try thereby giving his business a jumpstart. Obi-Wan doesn't go out much these days. He stays inside and works on his suits and ties and, on occasion, omegan dresses. To be honest he'd rather stay home where it's comfortable but it would be nice to mingle and spread the word about his shop. He hopes to make waves in the community with his original designs. He's got a new line this season that he's quite proud of. So he accepts the invitation.

Enter Lord Skywalker. He is 22 and ready to enter society and find a wife. His father has recently died and left him with the estate. He is this season's most eligible bachelor. He's got a rakish sort of smile that's more fitted for a scoundrel. He's got his eye on the diamond of this season: Padme Amidala. She was lovely, well mannered, and not to mention well bred. She would make a fine wife.

Anakin roams the room, conversing and scoping out the omegas. He hears the local gossip about Obi-Wan Kenobi being here. Who? He turns and sees the man they were whispering about. Apparently he was involved in some sort of scandal and fled to the city when he was younger. Anakin blocks out the rest. He doesn't care for gossip. It served him no purpose, and besides, he was here for other things.

Across the room as Obi-Wan talks with Bail and Breha he notices the young Lord Skywalker. Goodness the alphas had gotten even more handsome since he'd last been to one of these balls. But that was long ago. He feels a pang of nostalgia for all the dances he used to do. No one had asked him for a dance in years. He'd probably fall over his own feet if he tried now.

Back on the floor, Anakin isn't the only one on the prowl. Lord Rush Clovis is also in pursuit of Padme Amidala. Both alphas keep trying to ask her to dance or to get her a drink or start a conversation about the latest books they've read. Anakin has about had it. He's never liked Clovis before and he certainly doesn't now.

The two alphas start posturing and sniping at each other. Trying to figure out how to one up the other.

Currently, Clovis has stolen Amidala away for a dance. Anakin stalks the room, watching them with frustration. He decides to mingle with others to cool his rising temper. He says hello to the hosts of the evening, Mr. And Mrs. Organa. He is formally introduced to their good friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, the local tailor. He kisses the back of Kenobi's hand, remembering his manners as the late Lady Shmi had taught him.

“I'm sure with hands as beautiful as yours you do fine craft work indeed, sir.”

Obi-Wan bursts out laughing. He immediately stops and apologizes. If he were young that line would have worked. But he sees it now for what It is: an alpha trying out new material to prop up his own ego with pithy flirtations.

“Forgive me my Lord. Yes, I take great pride in my work.”

Anakin is flabbergasted. Most omegas fell over themselves with his attentions! Even Padme had blushed and smiled sweetly, obviously flustered by his scent and good genes. One would think a weathered, old omega like Mr. Kenobi would be grateful for even a crumb of attention from such a virile alpha!

Anakin bows his head politely and swiftly ends the conversion. The dance had ended and he wanted to go find Amidala again. Perhaps he should say something funny and make her laugh.

Instead finds Lord Clovis. Clovis turns to Anakin with a sneer. “Listen pup, I've been friends with Padme for years! She's not going to choose you over me!”

“If she was going to choose you she'd have done it already!”

“Listen, we both wish to pursue her and obviously neither of us are willing to back down.”

Anakin snorts. He had that right.

“I propose a wager. We let each man have his chance every other week. No interruptions. No sabotaging. No backstabbing. You may call on her on your days, I call her on mine. Then we both propose at the end of the season. Whoever she chooses wins.”

Anakin shakes his hand. Deal.

The only problem? Anakin has never wooed anyone before. It's fine though. He'll just wing it. He's been reliably informed that he can be very charming, so he's pretty sure he's got this in the bag.

-

He doesn't have this in the bag. He's fucked! He's messed this entire thing up!

Their first date had been horrendous. Anakin kept putting his foot in his mouth. At any point he would start to spout weird nonsense. (“Look! A bird! Is that a cardinal?” “That's a robin, My Lord.”)

(“I love warm weather! I love being warm! It's so nice to be warm don't you agree?”)

Not to mention Clovis was so much more up on the latest trends. Not to say that Anakin wasn't stylish, but it was hard to keep up with fluctuating fashion.

This train of thought leads him to remember meeting the local tailor, Kenobi. He enters the shop looking for a new suit. Kenobi is perfectly polite and helpful.

Obi-Wan gets out his measuring tape and starts to measure Lord Skywalker. He makes conversation as one does and asks for what occasion was the suit for? The Lord starts rambling on about wooing the Lady Amidala and how he needed to look his absolute best for her. Obi-Wan assures him he will look fantastic (though the Lord needed little help in that department). As he works Skywalker then switches gears and starts to rant about how he was contending with Lord Clovis for her affections and didn't Obi-Wan also find him daft? How did anyone put up with the man? He was so horrid and rude and overbearing and Obi-Wan lost count of the many, many complaints of Clovis’ character and face.

Obi-Wan smirks to himself. Looks like the young bucks were about to start fighting. Poor Miss Amidala caught in the middle. Then again maybe she found it entertaining. After all, he had thought so once upon a time as well.

He touches over Skywalker’s arms and legs, measuring each carefully. Skywalker was built very well. When he glances up he can see red dusting the man's cheeks. Oh my. The alpha seemed to be getting flustered.

“Have you been to many tailoring shops my lord?”

“Of course I have!” Skywalker snaps. Then he remembers himself. “Though never one owned by an omega I admit. It is a bit unusual.”

Obi-Wan brushes his hands over Skywalker’s chest as he measures across it. The Lord sucks in a breath. Obi-Wan couldn't stop smiling if he tried. It was probably just the mild indecency of the entire situation that had Skywalker reacting the way that he was. But Obi-Wan can't help but be flattered at the thought that he could fluster anyone at this point in his age. Especially an alpha like Lord Skywalker.

He finishes and has Skywalker step down.

“If I may be so bold, what are your plans on your next attempt at courting Miss Amidala?”

Skywalker tells him. It's all very standard and cliche. Nevertheless, he was clearly very earnest. Obi-Wan decides to give him some pointers. He's an omega after all and he knows what one would appreciate.

-

Anakin returns frequently for more suits. He had to stay on top of Clovis and his game after all. Plus Amidala–or Padme now–seemed to like his outfits. She complimented all of them. Anakin should have to take her here some time and have Kenobi make her a new dress or a hat perhaps. He really did do superb work.

As the weeks pass Anakin continues to return and talk to Obi-Wan about how it was coming along. Sometimes he waxes poetry about Padme and how their future will be perfect, already thinking about the names of their children. Other times it'll be about Clovis and his stupid face and how he will die alone and penniless.

Obi-Wan indulges him. He keeps giving him advice as well on what to do and say to help win her heart.

One day, out of the blue, Skywalker rushes into his shop utterly distraught. The source of his distress? He reveals Amidala had touched his hand.

Obi-Wan is confused. This was a good thing right?

“I didn't know if I was supposed to kiss it or hold it or rub my fingers over her wrist?!”

Oh sweet merciful father. The realization staggers him. This alpha was a virgin.

Obi-Wan shakes off the initial shock. It was actually kind of sweet now that he thinks about it. Many alphas did not wait for marriage these days.

Taking pity, Obi-Wan takes his hand and shows him. “Here. Like this.”

He caresses his wrist like one would a mate, scenting it lightly.

Skywalker is blushing again. Goodness it made him so handsome!

“And…and sh-should I hold her for very long?” He stammers out.

Obi-Wan answers any and all questions he has. Skywalker was so earnest in learning. So eager to please the omega he had chosen.

Several minutes later Skywalker asks shyly, “Can you teach me more?”

Obi-Wan hesitates. It wasn’t done. But Skywalker clearly wanted to do this. Neither did he want to send the boy into the red light district. They'd ruin him there. And, buried deep, there was a secret kernel that delighted in the fact Skywalker thought to ask him first. Trusted him enough to guide him.

And so they set up special visits to Skywalker’s home. They were disguised to look like private tailor sessions but in reality Skywalker just wanted to learn more about how to touch another romantically. They start to talk and bond. They have lunch together and take strolls through the estate garden.

Then Skywalker asks for Obi-Wan to teach him how to kiss. Obi-Wan couldn't refuse if he wanted to.

They press against each other sweetly. Just a small nip.

“Open up a little.” He says. Skywalker obeys.

They kiss again.

Skywalker pulls back and scrunches his nose. “Your mouth is very wet.”

“Yes, that's generally what the state of mouths usually are,” Obi-Wan chuckles.

They kiss more. By the end of the session Skywalker gets frighteningly good at it. One would never be able to tell this was his first time. He starts to explore Obi-Wan's arms and chest, letting his hands wander.

They break away, both gasping for breath that doesn't seem to want to come.

“That's enough for today I think,” Obi-Wan breathes.

“Oh,” Skywalker says, clearly disappointed. “You're right. I need to prepare for tomorrow.”

That's right. He was calling upon Amidala tomorrow.

Obi-Wan's heart twists at the thought of Skywalker kissing someone else like that. But his lips were never meant for him. This was all just temporary. He'd known that when he first agreed to it. Still, the logic did nothing to soothe his aching heart.

“I wish you success Lord Skywalker.”

“Please, we've exchanged many kisses by now. I should think you can call me Anakin.”

Obi-Wan smiles. “Anakin.”

He thinks he may see Anakin shiver but it must be a trick of the light.

-

Obi-Wan finds himself having a pleasant walk with Miss Kyze in the park. She was visiting family for the summer. They used to be playmates when they were small and he's missed her very much so.

Normally he would dress in the plain clothes of a beta. But he has forgone the long overcoat and cravat. Instead he thought he'd match Satine and wear something a little more suited for an omega. He currently sported a short, velvet jacket that was cropped around his middle. The tail of it flowed out and around him. Lace and frill adorned his trousers in a beautiful representation of spring. And of course to complete it, a top hat with his own style of ribbons and flowers.

Anakin happens upon them. He is currently walking with Amidala on his arm. He appears flustered and red in the face as if he's been running.

“Good day, my lord.”

“Good day,” Anakin replies hoarsely.

There is an awkward pause as Anakin just stares. He then jolts into action as he introduces Padme Amidala and Obi-Wan subsequently introduces Satine Kryze. Everyone bows politely.

Then Anakin blurts out, “Do you not have an alpha escorting you this day?”

Everyone looks at him.

“No, my Lord. But I assure you Miss Kyze and I are perfectly fine.”

Anakin purses his lips. Looking unsure. Obi-Wan knows it is only societal duty that has Anakin hesitating. For surely the man would not care otherwise and swiftly return to providing Amidala his attention?

“We could all walk together,” Anakin offers, not noticing Amidala’s raised brow.

Obi-Wan smiles. “That is very kind of you to offer. But I'm quite adept at walking at this point in my age.”

“Yes I–well I suppose…” Anakin trails off.

Obi-Wan means to press on, thinking the conversation done. But Anakin lingers, looking out of place and lost.

“Yes?” Obi-Wan asks. “Was there something else?”

Anakin mumbles and excuses himself. He pulls Amidala to him and they continue down the path.

“Obi-Wan, what have you done to that poor boy?” Satine asks him as soon as the two are out of earshot.

Obi-Wan looks back. “I've no idea.”

-

The thing about Anakin was that he swiveled between bold and insecure in a single drop of a pin. One could never hope to keep up with him.

“Teach me how to fuck!” He demands.

Obi-Wan had not even sat down yet. He was barely ten steps into Skywalker's home. He assesses the other man, alpha pride radiating off of him, petulantly demanding attention. He frowns up at him. He doubted Anakin was trying to use his height on purpose but he still didn't like it.

Anakin crumbles, all confidence melting as Obi-Wan continues his silence.

“...please.”

Obi-Wan folds his arms. What had brought this on?

Kissing and scenting were one thing. But making love was another thing entirely. As much as he wanted to, Obi-Wan cannot say yes.

“You do realize you can hire services for this sort of thing?” Even though the very suggestion pains him, Obi-Wan pushes the words out anyway. “They can be very discreet.”

“No!” Anakin stops and clears his throat. Embarrassed at his outburst. “I mean, I want it to be you. I trust you, Obi-Wan. You're my friend.”

Obi-Wan sallows. “I shall have to think about it.”

-

Obi-Wan is panicking. This has escalated into something he's no control of. The problem isn't that Anakin wants to have sex, the problem is that Obi-Wan is already halfway in love with him. It wouldn't be fair to take advantage in this way. Using the little Lord like this for his own selfish desires.

Anakin keeps pestering him about it day by day, needling away at his resolve. He asks when he comes into his shop for a new pair of gloves or coat. He asks him at home when they're talking or kissing. It happens every time they see each other. He can't take much more of this. Lord have mercy he's only a man.

It finally happens in a way neither of them really anticipate. Obi-Wan is currently taking measurements for an alpha in his shop. The alpha was making snide comments about his “shoddy” work and insulting his business. Obi-Wan tries to ignore it. He is not new to unruly customers. This one was just like all the rest. And so long as he paid he could be as rude as he liked.

But then Anakin enters and everything takes a turn. Normally the man would wait quietly by the wayside for Obi-Wan to finish attending to his current customer. But as the alpha continued to make offhand comments, Anakin bristled from his corner. It doesn’t take long for him to step in and defend Obi-Wan's honor. He tells, more demands, that the other alpha leave. The other man snarls, offended. Anakin growls back at them to leave before they come to regret it.

The other alpha takes in Anakin's form. He was taller and bigger. They huff and concede. “Fine, I didn't want to buy anything from a subpar omega anyway.”

Anakin locks the door behind the alpha, making sure they did not try to come back.

“You didn't have to do that,” Obi-Wan says. “I'm used to it.”

“You shouldn't be!” Anakin nearly shouts. “You're amazing! You deserve more than this!”

Obi-Wan frowns. “This is my life's work and I'm quite proud of it.”

Anakin winces. He was always putting his foot in his mouth. “I meant more than what they give you! More than what they say about you.”

Anakin takes Obi-Wan's hand and kisses his wrist. Tender and sweet, just the way he'd shown him several months ago. “You're the most incredible person I've ever met.”

He didn't say an incredible omega. He said incredible person.

Obi-Wan has a hard time meeting Anakin's gaze. He wasn't used to people praising him. His work certainly. But personally? No.

“Well I seem to recall an alpha telling me such beautiful hands must produce beautiful work.”

Anakin smiles. He's so dashing it hurts. He turns Obi-Wan's hand over and kisses his palm too. He nuzzles Obi-Wan, scenting him unconsciously

“I'll teach you.” It spills out of him. He can't take it back now.

Anakin's eyes widen in surprise. He grins in delight.

“You will?” He falls into Obi-Wan, hugging him close and eager to get started. Obi-Wan pulls back, resting a soft hand on Anakin's chest. “Darling please, I'm not so young anymore. Be gentle.”

“You're not that old.”

“Thank you for thinking so.”

He tries to convince this impossible alpha that he needed to close up shop so they could go back to his home where it's more comfortable and safe. But Anakin wants to do it now. He is practically vibrating with need. Obi-Wan should say no. He should. But the word gets stuck under his tongue. Obi-Wan wanted him just as badly. He was already getting wet. Perhaps it was better to do it here. If he had to wait for a carriage the smell of his arousal would only get worse. The driver and staff would all smell him. He'd be mortified.

Obi-Wan leads Anakin to the back where it's filled with choice fabrics and cotton. He sets about making a makeshift nest. Then he takes off his clothing one by one. He turns to see Anakin is just standing there rooted to the spot and blinking furiously.

“Take off your clothes, Anakin. Or shall I help you?”

Anakin audibly swallows. He starts to unbutton his jacket and undoes his cravat. Obi-Wan lies down in his nest, watching Anakin undress. The sight is a lovely one. Each section of golden skin is like a present. He commits it to memory. This is all he will ever be allowed to have and he will cherish it.

Obi-Wan pats the space beside him, urging Anakin to sit down. Anakin comes. He always comes to him. Despite his earlier eagerness he seems jittery, nervous.

“I want to be good for you,” Anakin admits softly, his confession sweetening the air.

It is the alpha that is supposed to teach their omega about sex. They're supposed to be the experienced party on such matters. But Anakin has no idea what he's doing with Obi-Wan. He just wants to make him feel good.

Just like with his kisses, Obi-Wan found Anakin’s innocence sweet. At times the alpha would act arrogant and pompous like any high society member should act; like he was owed the world. But once Obi-Wan peeled back the layers, he'd discovered it was all bravado. A boy trying to be a man.

It was adorable.

“Come here, dearest.”

Obi-Wan pulls him closer. He takes Anakin's hand and slowly guides it down to his entrance. His sex is glistening, heavy with gushing arousal.

“I'll show you what to do.”

Anakin presses a finger against his throbbing hole. “I don't wanna hurt you.”

“You won't.”

Obi-Wan remembers those days spent in that hotel room with what he thought would be his future husband. It had been nice. He had found and experienced pleasure there. And even though it was tainted by what happened after, the sex had not been bad. He'd had nothing to compare it to after all.

Anakin pushes in and every single memory of his first time is pushed out. Anakin grips him like he'll die without him. He kisses like he's on fire and Obi-Wan is water. He fucks him like he's the only one he'll ever want the rest of his life. Anakin consumes him, down to his last cell. Nothing will ever be better than this, than Anakin. He didn't know sex could be like this.

He strokes himself and comes. Anakin growls, thrusting wildly at the sight of Obi-Wan undone. He pops his knot in and it's like something inside his soul clicks. Anakin rolls his hips in little thrusts, riding his high.

They breathe heavily, locked together and spent. Anakin kisses Obi-Wan's face, his nose and cheeks and chin. He feels himself start to grow hard again while still inside the other man. Obi-Wan whines. Just hearing it makes Obi-Wan blush. He can't believe that sound came out of his body. He doesn't remember ever being this needy. But he needed Anakin.

Anakin starts moving again, rolling his hips despite the fact they were still knotted. Obi-Wan can feel his cock inside him harden and grow. He pants, whining again. Higher this time. The knot is pulsing, throbbing against his inner walls. He moans Anakin's name over and over again.

Anakin dips down and captures his lips, tasting his name upon them. Overwhelmed, Obi-Wan bites him. It's not enough to draw blood but Obi-Wan apologizes nonetheless. It was unbecoming to try and bite someone that was not one's intended mate.

“It's alright,” Anakin murmurs against his throat. “I kind of liked it. You should do it again.”

Obi-Wan does not do it again. Anakin tries not to be disappointed. Still, it was ridiculous how hot it had made Anakin to know he could make such a poised and proper man so wild with lust it made him forget himself. He wants to make Obi-Wan make that sound again. He wants to make him moan and shake until he can't stand it. He wants to…

Anakin spills over again, nestled deep within in. He wanted Obi-Wan to be full of his cum. Full of love. Full of Anakin.

-

They are woken in the morning by loud knocking and curious voices. Obi-Wan jolts up from the floor where he and Anakin were sprawled. Oh no: customers. He rubs his face and groans. They'd spent the whole night there.

“Anakin? Darling, wake up.”

He brushes the hair away from Anakin's sleeping face. Anakin stirs. He yawns and sits up.

“What is it?”

“We fell asleep. You have to go now.”

The smell of sex was everywhere. Not to mention one of the finished jackets that had been hanging up had been damaged. God, that must be the client at the door ready to pick it up. He'd told them it'd be ready today.

He couldn't just ignore them until they went away. He had to open the door. And once he did there would be no masking the scent or evidence of what has transpired. It would take days to air the shop out. Obi-Wan wouldn't be able to deny it.

Obi-Wan hurries, stress beginning to set in. He puts his clothes back on then throws Anakin his clothes and tells him to get dressed.

“Obi-Wan?”

“You have to leave! You can't be here!”

His shop and sales would surely take a hit. He should have known better. When would he stop falling into bed with alphas? When would he learn?

Anakin argues. If he was so worried then just stay closed? But Obi-Wan cannot do that. It's not that simple. This was his livelihood.

“It's alright Anakin. Just go.”

Anakin hesitates.

“If anyone finds you here it won't be good for your reputation.”

Anakin frowns. “I don't care.”

Obi-Wan nearly rolls his eyes. “You don't mean that. You have your whole life ahead of you! You have no idea what it means to be a social outcast!”

They stare at one another. The knocking is getting insistent. The voice sounds angry and impatient.

“Go Anakin.”

“But I…”

“I highly doubt Amidala will consider your hand in marriage if she hears you slept with your tailor.”

Anakin’s jaw shuts. Obi-Wan tries not to be hurt. He'd known he was just practice after all. He ushers Anakin to the back door and shoves him through. He closes the door and turns to face the consequences of his choices.

-

Obi-Wan had worked hard to separate himself from his boyhood mistakes. He'd toiled and studied and took insults with grace. And although his reputation would never be what it once was, the community finally accepted Kenobi the tailor. He had done it. He'd carved out a life for himself. But now it seems his reputation was dashed once again.

Rumors fly about how Kenobi was a promiscuous omega that lured alphas into his place of business. A whore. He probably had alphas pay him in sex instead of money because he was so lonely and desperate.

He'd known better than this. He'd known it could never end any other way. But Obi-Wan had lived his whole life without someone to share it with. And even if it was only for a few short moments, he's glad it got to share something with Anakin. And who knows? Maybe they'll invite him to the wedding.

-

Several days later Anakin returns to the shop. It's been quiet recently. Not a lot of clients.

“I'm sorry it took me so long,” Anakin says. “But you were right, I had to think about my future and what I want.”

Obi-Wan's shoulders sag. This was it. They would end their friendship here and now.

However, to his horror and complete shock, Anakin tries to propose.

He starts spouting nonsense and whimsical poetry. “Your beauty has no compare! Your character of strength has gripped me beyond measure! I cannot think about anyone else but you! I love you, Obi-Wan. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.”

Obi-Wan cannot bear it. He turns away. He was the boy's first sexual experience. Anakin is just confused.

“You're just confused.”

At first Anakin is taken back, asking Obi-Wan to elaborate, then the anger comes as he realizes he's being rejected. Obi-Wan remains steadfast in the face of Anakin’s vehement arguing.

“I'm not what you need, Anakin.”

He was still more of a boy than a man. Obi-Wan knew what it was like to fancy yourself in love. This was a simple infatuation that would pass.

“But I do love you!” Anakin says. “Why do you not believe me?”

Obi-Wan couldn't allow himself to be selfish. Amidala was beautiful and kind and would be a perfect match.

“Maybe you do, but even if that were true it doesn't change the fact I am but a humble tailor. I'm not a good match for you.”

“I don't care about that! I don't care about any of it!”

“What about children?”

Anakin stops. “What?”

“I'm past my prime, Anakin. I don't know if I can even have kids.”

Anakin has talked of pups before back when he waxed on about his future with Amidala. He wanted children. He would be an amazing father. He deserved that if nothing else.

“I don't care,” Anakin says again, though much more subdued. “I need you, Obi-Wan. My heart beats in your chest.”

Obi-Wan smiles sadly. Perhaps in this moment Anakin really didn't care about having children, but he would months or years down the road. And beyond his feelings on the matter he still needed an heir.

Obi-Wan had nothing to offer him. His social standing was in tatters, his business was dying, and he couldn't even provide the one thing all alphas needed from an omega. He was a terrible choice. He'd only bring Anakin down with him.

“No, my Lord.” He steps back, putting distance between them.

Anakin tries to move towards him, but Obi-Wan shakes his head. Anakin's arms hang loosely at his sides, limp and useless.

He was lovely when he cried, Obi-Wan thinks. Anakin's tears are fat and glistening. They roll down his cheeks. Anakin wipes them away angrily, pushing away his heartache.

He snaps at Obi-Wan, growing mean. He says hurtful things. Awful things.

“Perhaps if you weren't such a coward you wouldn't be so alone! No wonder no one ever wanted you!”

He storms off, slamming the door behind him. Obi-Wan swears if he looks down he'll see both their shattered hearts on the floor.

-

About a week later he learns of Amidala’s engagement. He tries to be happy for them, really puts in a valiant effort. But it was difficult.

The bell to his shop sounds. Obi-Wan looks up. He is surprised to find Miss Amidala. She smiles kindly at him. She is perfectly cordial and courteous.

She invites him to the wedding. Obi-Wan is nonplussed that she would do so personally.

“I would like you there please. Say you'll come?”

She did not say Anakin would like him there, in fact she does not mention him at all. Did Anakin send her? Did he even know she was here? Their friendship had been no secret. Perhaps she'd assumed they were in a tiff and decided to do them a favor.

Obi-Wan burns with the need to ask. But he stays his tongue. Regardless of her answer he knew he would go. Of course he would.

She buys a hat before leaving and gives him another undeserved smile. If she knew what had happened a mere fortnight prior she would not have asked. Perhaps she did not listen to local gossip. Or perhaps she put no stock in rumors. Either way, Obi-Wan would need to figure out what he was going to wear.

-

The wedding is held in a beautiful church. Obi-Wan stays near the back, trying to blend into the wall. He'd debated dressing in his absolute best. But it wasn't like he was trying to show off, he wasn't here to win Anakin back.

He settles for something in between, a nice Sunday suit. Obi-Wan sits on the back pew waiting for the ceremony to get started. He'd seen Amidala earlier to drop off her last minute veil. He apologized for the late delivery (he'd dragged his feet admittedly) and she assured him it was fine. She'd given him almost no notice for it after all. She'd looked quite radiant in it, a perfect bride.

Someone sits down beside him. Obi-Wan turns. He almost thinks his mind is playing tricks on him for he swears he's staring at Anakin Skywalker.

Obi-Wan looks sharply up at the altar. There is no groom. Only the maid of honor, Sabe Naberrie. The music starts to play signaling to everyone it had begun. Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. He's still there.

“What are you doing?!” He hisses. “You need to get back! Your wedding is about to–”

The chapel doors open. Everyone turns to look. Padme Amidala walks through. She smiles at Sabe across the aisle. Obi-Wan stares. And he stares. He watches Miss Amidala walk up to the altar to join Miss Naberrie who–he now realizes–is dressed in fine alpha attire.

Oh.

He'd…he had assumed that…he glances over at Anakin. The other man's brow is raised in question. Obi-Wan turns back to the front. Turns out it was rather hard to keep up with local news and gossip when one's shop was suffering a lack of clientele.

“Padme told me you were coming,” Anakin whispers.

“So you did send her then,” Obi-Wan whispers back.

“No, she's just smarter than me.”

Anakin watches the two women.

“She also said you looked like you were about to cry the whole time.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Did you enjoy watching me flounder about like a fool?”

“Actually yes.”

Obi-Wan snorts. He can't begrudge him for that he supposed. He did break his heart after all.

“I'm sorry for what I said when I left. I did not mean those things.”

“All is forgiven, Anakin.”

“But they were awful–”

“Yes, they were. But the past is past. It does not matter anymore, my friend.”

They fall silent again. Amidala and Naberrie exchange vows. It was quite lovely actually.

Anakin turns to look at him. “What will it take for you to marry me?”

“Anakin, this is hardly the time!”

“I can make you happy, Obi-Wan. Please let me try.”

At the front of the church the priest pronounces them Alpha and Omega, married until death. The two kiss.

“Anakin please,” he can't do this again. Not again. He's not strong enough to reject this man twice. And yet he must.

Anakin may not have married Amidala, but that didn't mean he should marry him. Obi-Wan was still a poor choice. Nothing had changed about that.

“I can't give you what you need.”

He couldn't stand it if Anakin grew to resent his choices later in life. And he would. Obi-Wan knows it.

“You're all I need. Nothing else.”

The wedding couple walks back down the aisle together. People stand and clap as they pass.

Obi-Wan flees. Anakin was right. He was a coward.

He can hear Anakin call out for him but he ignores it. Maybe he'll get tired of chasing after him and leave him alone.

He's made it out of the church and is headed for the back to hide somewhere when something snatches his wrist. Anakin spins him around, forcing Obi-Wan to face him. They're both breathing hard, twin expressions of desperation.

Anakin grips him hard, lest Obi-Wan wiggle out of his grasp and disappear. He kneels down on one knee. Obi-Wan's heart flies into his throat. No, no, no! Anyone could walk this way and see them!

“Obi-Wan, l'll respect your wishes if you refuse. But please allow me this last try.”

Obi-Wan begins to tremble. They were out in the open, hearts and desire bare for all the world should anyone look. But Anakin is only looking at him. It's as if he is not aware of his surroundings. Only Obi-Wan exists for him in this moment.

“Marry me, Obi-Wan.” Anakin kisses his knuckles reverently, pleadingly. “Choose me, because I will always choose you.”

Obi-Wan is used to having his heart torn and shattered. He's used to people being careless and cruel. But this ache does not feel like he's breaking, it feels like the stitch of a needle.

“I'll never deny you. I'll always be there when you need me. Marry me, Obi-Wan.”

This may yet end in regret and anger and hurt. But maybe it won't. Obi-Wan would never know until he tried. Didn't he deserve to try?

Obi-Wan feels his lips move, his heartbeat is thunder in his ears. But he holds Anakin's gaze and he feels the world slow.

“...yes.”

#Their pairing is the talk of the entire town for months #Nothing can top it in the rumor mill #The wedding is a grand affair #Anakin spares no expanse #They dance for hours and hours #lost in each other #And yes #Obi-Wan does indeed get pregnant with the twins #regency au #obikin fic

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Summer fling 2 - classic trick

Pt one - Summer fling

Summary: Your brothers childhood friend joins your family’s annual summer beach trip, nothing has changed between you two…right?

Warnings: brothers bsf Abby x fem reader, gets a teeny bit smutty, smoking weed, Abby calls reader princess like a billion times. this isn't proof read at all..

A/N : this was sitting in the drafts unfinished foreverrrr so I forced myself to write rq so I didn’t wanna leave y’all hangin for even longer 😍 I hope this one is good enough 🔥‼️

“Abby would you be a dear and wake her up, honey?” Abby politely agreed and put her focus on you, which doing so happened to keep her entertained the entire car ride. Your hair was slightly messy as you turned in your sleep. Abby would be lying if she said she hasn’t felt a little creepy staring at you sleeping for so long, but she just can’t stop looking at you, observing your features, wondering what your dreaming about. it almost gave abby a sense of nostalgia as she recalls when you were a kid, always falling asleep on road trips or whenever they had movie nights, which always ended with Jordan having to wake you up, leading you to become grumpy for the remainder of the movie. Abby wished she could be the one to wake you up every time, even though you had a known tendency to be grumpy when woken up, she didn’t care, if given the opportunity Abby would make you a perfect breakfast in bed in return for a kiss. (Not like she planned it out or anything) to be truthful Abby was slightly intimidated by the task of waking you, which is logical considering she had never woken you before, Jordan always rushing to annoy you. As Abby was picking at the reasons to not wake you up in her head, they were pulling into a gas station so Abby knew it was inevitable. She would just have to cross her fingers and hope for the best. She approached you gentle and brung her hand to your head, softly pushing your hair behind your ear before she moved her hands to your cheeks, gently caressing your face until your eyelids twitched, letting her know you would be waking up. You let out a gentle sign as your body started to wake up. With your barely conscious, blurry waking up brain, you snuggled into whatever the hell was so warm and comfortable.. which was Abby. Her brain practically short circuited seeing you getting very comfortable with her body. You snuggled your face on her waist, her shirt rising as you snuggle slightly deeper into the material, Abby feeling your face but more importantly lips on her waist. Abby felt pathetic the way you were making her feel like she was touch starved, she was always the one for that job. with other girls she was contained and abby always the one making them flustered, but with you it was a whole different story. Abby doesn’t comprehend how you seem to be making her a mess when you don’t even mean to, it’s honestly frustrating. even just last night Abby found herself almost loosing her composure with just having you touch her. She also is reminded of the fact that you got her so worked up and so fucking desperate for you, she couldn’t help but relieve all the ache you gave her after practically teasing her all night. Abby would also like to brush over the fact that she used your hoodie to get off, or just forget about the whole thing completely. “Is she awake yet” Jordan asks, snapping Abby out of her haze. “Oh she’s waking up” Abby says trying to play off the fact she zoned out staring at you. “Alright do you want to come with me in the gas station?” He asked while yawning. “Nah I’m good but can you get me a water and get her those smoothies she likes?” Abby said watching as he gets out of the car. “Yeah sure, be back in a sec” he says shutting the door softly, jogging up to your mom. Abby was so caught up in the conversation with Jordan she failed to realize you stirring in your sleep a bit.

“Cmon don’t give me a hard time wake up” Abby says with a giggle and squishing your cheeks together until you finally opened your eyes and gave her an unexpected hazy smile. “There she is, you get your beauty sleep princess ?” She says ruffling your hair. You playfully swat her hand away as you start to sit up, taking in the fact you were sleeping on her. “Oh shit, I’m sorry i didn’t plan to sleep that long..” you say as you look outside to see the dark skies. “Like I said last night, I don’t mind you snuggling up to me” Abby said with a little chuckle, seeing that you were slightly frantic. You had to admit this was the first time someone had woken you up that you didn’t want to kill them first thing you do, in fact you wished that abby would wake you up ever morning. Seeing that face first thing when you wake up, now that’s how you start the day.

“Anyways how’d you sleep?” Abby said staring relentlessly in the eyes that she missed so dearly. “Mmm you know it could be better” you say sarcastically with a teasing smile, staring the same way into her own eyes. “Oh is that so?” Abby said leaning back with her arms crossed together, manspreading an unnecessary amount. Although you were tempted more than anything to look at her arms or legs, you refuse to break eye contact. “Mhm” you say nodding your head. “If I was so uncomfortable then how come you just kept snuggling deeper and deeper into me hm?” Abby said with rasp at the end, making the eye contact almost unbearable, but you still didn’t give in. “Yeah right” you said feeling your face heating up, trying to play off how you knew it was most likely true. “Oh yeah? not like I have proof or anything..” abby said suspiciously looking around with a smile. “Abby I will kill you if you took a picture” you said, covering your face with your hands. you heard her trying to conceal her laugh and that’s when you looked back at her hesitantly. she was already pulling up the photo of you sleeping on her, snuggled right on her thighs and head slightly under her shirt. “Nuh. Uh.” You said in disbelief at her. “Your dead” you said through a giggle as you tried to reach her phone, after failing to swat her phone out of her hands a couple times you started to get closer, crawling so her leg was in between both of your knees. “Abby I’m serious.” You said failing to do so as she holds it in her hands giggling. You tried prying her fingers apart to get your phone but she didn’t let up. You let out a deep breath as you leaned your head against the seat, tired and accepting defeat that Abby would have the photo. Too busy staring at the stars, you miss the way Abby looks you up and down on her leg, paying extra attention to how your lips are parted, slightly out of breath, imagining this is how it would look after she fucked you. After a moment of silence you glance at Abby to see her giving you eyes that made her look drunk, slightly heavy while looking up at you. “What is it” you say quietly as if someone could hear you both, A smile growing across your face. Meanwhile Abby was far too deep in her thoughts to respond. Abby was going through possibility of you being into girls, she has always wondered. I mean you were the one to make Abby realize she liked women after all. She thought about all the times she tried to get something out of you to see any hint of your sexual orientation. It went from asking if you know who an openly gay person was, to picking a movie in which she knows there’s a lesbian sex scene. She would watch and observe you almost as much as the movie, trying to find any indication you liked it. And that’s exactly what she was doing right now, scanning your face to see any want in your eyes for her. “no use…” Abby said under her breath, not repeating herself when she heard you reciprocate a soft “hm?”.

you felt more confused than ever, did Abby say “no use” and if so why? You were silently staring at her trying to see where it came from. It’s not like your bad at reading people’s emotions, you have always been good at it especially with people important to you, So why couldn’t you read Abby ? Maybe it was a mix of not wanting to assume anything crazy and also that she changed?

“Hey guys, got your drinks”

———————————————————

You were peacefully reading your book, only calming your mind down from everything with Abby just a short while ago. “Gotcha” Jordan says cackling like a witch as he snatched your book away from you. “Ohmygod you’re such a dick give it back” you say rushed before you lean over the seat to achieve your book once again, quickly sitting back down. he should know you don’t play around with your books. You let out a sigh as you recognize that Abby was particularly quiet when this ordeal happened. You glance over at her but didn’t suspect her to still be on her phone, uncaring. This behavior wasn’t like Abby, you don’t remember one time where she didn’t stick up for you or help you when your brother would pick on you but she didn’t even look.. is something still wrong from earlier ? If there’s one thing you absolutely hate, it’s when someone is mad at you and you don’t know why. You plan to sort this out as soon as you can, you hate that she’s the only thing you can think about right now.

Obviously, too zoned out to notice practically anything right now, the thing that caught you out of your trance wasn’t your mom and brother cheering at our arrival to the vacation house, it wasn’t the bumps on the bridge you were crossing, and it wasn’t the bright view of the sunrise above the ocean water. It was her, giving you those same damn eyes again. With all this time in the car you have had more than enough time to think things over, I mean cmon who looks at their childhood friends like that? You can’t be imagining things.

It felt like it was just the two of you, stuck in a trance together. If things could get any better, it definitely just did. her desperate eyes rake over your body, her lips separating as she lets out a rushed breath. she looks back into your eyes, seeing your face all flushed and the same desperate look in your eyes. You wish more than anything to stay in your own little world like this forever with Abby but your brother had to ruin it once again.

“Me and Abby get the biggest room”

He says as he climbs out of the car.

Your mom looks at Jordan as she’s stepping out of the car conflicted. “Oh about that honey, I think it would be best if two girls had the same room..”

Jordan looks at you both and your mom confused. “Just for sleeping Jordan, she can stay as long as she wants with you just not in the same bed” Jordan rolls his eyes before shutting the door to get his luggage.

You took a breath before starting to sit up and leave the car before you feel a firm hand on your shoulder holding you down. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots fun princess” she said leaned into you in a quiet voice, lifting her hand off your shoulder. You felt so intimidated by her, those fucking eyes kill you. Not to mention when she touches you it does things to you that you don’t understand. You silently pray things will go your way this beach trip.

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It had been hours since everyone got packed in and comfy, the sun already set and stars starting to come out. As you sit on the balcony outside your room the smell of the ocean as the summer breeze hits you brings you back to every year you come here. You would like to focus on these memories but of course, abby intrudes your mind, specifically the fact that you two will be sharing a bed this whole trip. (not that your complaining) the only thing that scared you with her was the fact that you not only grew up with her, but she’s practically your family, which is off limits. “watcha doin out here” a much too familiar voice comes from behind you. “Just lookin” you said simply as you keep your eyes on the sky above you. “Looking at the stars?” Abby says coming closer. “Looking at how perfect it is here” you said looking at her next to you. The light from the moon illuminating her face and making her the most perfect thing here. Abby adored the way you would stare at her in moments like these, but she had to look away in order to not embarrass herself again. “What time is it?” Abby said as she stood next to you. You looked at her side profile and took in her appearance for a second, she was wearing a grey muscle shirt and black sweatpants. Before you were caught staring too long you looked at your phone to check the time. “11pm” you said while clicking your phone back off. She let out a hum and it went silent, both of you looking at the stars above you. Atleast that’s what you think, abby was far too busy staring at you. You were observing the little craters in the moon before you felt your body being lifted across her shoulder, making you shriek her name before giggling. Abby took it upon herself to sit down in the chair you were once sitting on and placed you right on her lap, your legs straddling hers, her arms snaking around your waist tightly, locking you onto her. You look at her as you move a bit in her lap, “not comfy ?” She asked with her eyebrows slightly concerned. You opened your mouth to respond before she pulled your lower back further on her lap, pressed fully against each other. You closed your mouth quickly to stop any noises to come out from the friction of her practically grinding you onto her. No way you would survive a whole month of this. “You wanna smoke?” Abby said casually like this was nothing as she tilts her head against you looking like a puppy dog. You nod your head almost hypnotized on her. She smiles with her teeth digging into her bottom lip, reaching in her pockets and pulling out a joint and a lighter. She placed the joint in between your lips and lit the end as you inhaled, the smoke in your lungs comforting you already. She takes the joint and takes a hit herself, blowing it away from you before leaning in to give you another hit. As you inhaled Abby pointed and said loudly “Shark !!!”your eyes went wide at her outburst as you start to cough on the smoke. You begin laughing as you see her smile and punch her slightly on the arm. “Asshole”

The both of you stayed out there for hours, talking about anything and everything.

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“Hey, you fallin asleep again?”

Abby said in a level just above a whisper, everyone else asleep in the house. “Pshhh me? I never fall asleep” you said yawning mid sentence, making you both giggle an absurd amount. “You know what I was thinkin?” She said still giggling. “Oh god up to no good” you say hiding in her chest tearing up from all the high laughs. “We never did that prank on Jordan, I say now’s the perfect time” she said raising her eyebrows at the last bit. Your eyes widen at her words remembering the forgotten prank. “I’ll get the water” you said quickly, ready to get some payback. You attempted to raise yourself off of Abby before she pulled you back onto her, once again pulling your lower back to be against her. “Easy tiger, don’t you think we could do better than the classic trick” abby said finger quoting the end. “You’re so right. What are you thinkin ?” You said curious to what trick would be better. Abby looked around pondering before raising her brows. “Man.. I got a great one but I don’t think you can handle it.” She said slightly teasing you, blowing air out of her puffed cheeks and looking up. “oh shut up I can handle anything” you say shocked that she thinks you can’t handle a little prank, it was a little prank right? You thought before she tsked and looked you right in the eyes “how mad do you want him to be” Abby asked, eyebrows raised waiting for your answer. “Mad.” You said widening your eyes. Abby observed your face for a minute before responding. “Let’s make him think we’re fucking right next to him” your mouth falls open as you stifle a laugh. “And how are we ganna do that” you say in disbelief. “Well.. let’s go in his room, and then we’ll “fuck”and wake him up. Boom. Simple.” Abby said waiting for your reaction before laughing. “Relax, he will only be mad for a few seconds” she said still waiting for your response, biting her lip. “Fuck it” you said throwing your hands up laughing with Abby. “Atta girl” she said before reaching under your thighs holding you on her while standing up. God if Abby keeps it up with these praises your ganna go crazy. Abby steps into his room to hear his snoring and you immediately spot his led light and point to it making Abby chuckle, she switches it from the current color : blue, and change it to red. Abby walks over to the couch in his room and lays you down on it gently, picking up a blanket next to you before covering your legs in it. “I’m not cold abby” you said slightly confused. Abby looked at you briefly before sitting down infront of your legs “the blankets not there for heat babe” she says with a wink. Your face flushes realizing what you’re going to have to do to wake him up. as she put her arms under the blanket to spread your legs. “If everything goes to plan, we do this and he gets mad when he lifts up the blanket I’ll take a picture of his face” Abby said smiling and waiting for your response. if Abby knew all she had to do was a simple prank to get in between your thighs then this would be the “classic trick”

“Why can’t I be the one in the blanket” you said softly sitting up to meet Abby’s face. She scoffed before speaking in a raspy whisper “because which one of use looks like a pussy eater and which one of us looks like a pillow princess.” She said with a brief innocent smile. Your mouth was left open as you process her words, does Abby not know your lesbian? You’ve got to be joking. “Looks can be deceiving..” you say looking away with your lips to the side. Abby thought she was hearing things, “what’s that suppose to mean” Abby says quickly, Desperate for any clue you could want her. “Your not the only one that eats pussy is what I mean, Abby. And trust me. I am not a pillow princess.” You say simply stating facts. Nothing in the world could have possibly prepared Abby for what she was hearing. All this time you were lesbian? And from the sound of it as big as a lesbian as her? Abby’s head was spinning as she felt her face catch on fire and struggle to speak. Abby felt weak as she stared into your eyes, the eyes that didn’t know how wet she just made her, and just how much more Abby needed you. You loved seeing Abby in this state, it was definitely a rare sight and god you weren’t complaining one bit. Seeing her flustered was one thing but knowing that you caused it, filled you with feelings of pride and possessiveness that you want to keep feeling. “Abby” you whispered inching closer to her face. she had the same look on her face from the car, desperate. “Mhm” she responded, her eyes on at your lips. “Can I kiss y-“ Before being able to even finish your sentence Abby puts her hands on each side of your face and closes the space in between you. Finally feeling the lips you’ve thought about all these years felt like a drug, and you needed more. You put your much smaller hands on top of hers and moved your lips with hers like it would be the last time, your teeth grazed her puffy bottom lip before sliding your tongue over it making Abby audibly whimper. You felt like you were going to explode if you didn’t feel more of her soon, especially after hearing her whimpering. You pulled away to catch your breath to see a sight that defeated the purpose of doing so, Abby looking all fucked out with her puffy dark lips and flushed face. And those fucking eyes. She swallowed before speaking up in a voice that was pure lust. “Fuck this prank, strip.”

#abby anderson #fanfic #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fanfic #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #muscle mommy abby #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x reader #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #tlou x reader #tlou smut #tlou part 2 #tlou fic #bbf

[foundheavenly]

“I've missed this” [1]

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so please be nice

Words: 1368

Plot: In which you see again your workaholic ex-boyfriend

Pairing: nanami x reader

Theme: fluff, ex-lovers, comfort

A tired sigh leaft your mouth as you took a seat in the subway. It has been a busy day, you worked harder than your daily routine, and the usual stress got worse over time. You got so caught up in the task that you forgot to eat lunch or have any breaks. You have worked for more than 12 hours today, it was beyond what you usually do.

You looked around the wagon, observing attentively every person, then you saw a familiar face. Your heart almost exploded. It was him, he was just in front of you after all this time.

It's been two years.

The rush of memories hit you like a tidal wave and your heart raced with a mixture of emotions. You had hoped that time would have dulled the lingering feelings but as you watched him walk through the bustling crowd, you knew it wasn’t the case.

Damn.

You both had an intense history in the past, but none of you could tell if it was a good one or not, especially in the end of it.

His gaze hold a mixture of surprise and recognition. It was as if time had momentarily frozen. You met his stare, unsure of what to say after all these years.

Nanami approached you with a tentative yet determined expression. You felt your heart beat even more at each steps he took. You tried to compose yourself but your palms got sweaty and your breath stucked in your throat. The familiar scent of his cologne wafted through the air.

You had convinced yourself that you should hate him, that you should be over the late night he spent at the office, the missed dates, and the emotional distance that had driven you apart. But seeing him right now...well everything came back and you couldn’t deny the flicker of longing that danced in your chest.

“Kento?” You called out, your voice carrying pure uncertainty.

Your eyes locked. And a warm smile formed on his drained and marked face.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” He asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

His voice was as sweet yet low as before. You had missed hearing it. You missed everything about him actually.

You nodded, a small smile forming at the corners of your lips. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah, two years” Kento replied, his eyes searching for any sign of affection in yours. “How have you been?”

He was just a few steps away from you, standing in the middle of the crowd while you are still seated.

You hesitated for a moment, grappling with the emotion wave threatening to surface. After all, you couldn't say to him that you had missed him and that you only wanted to pull him into a tight hug. “I’ve been good” You replied, opting for a neutral answer. "What about you?"

There was moment of awkward silence before he spoke again “Same for me, thank you. So, hum, I heard you left, got a new job in a different city”

You nodded again and you immediately understood that Shoko and Satoru must have told him about you moving out. It was necessary. You needed a break from everything, so you went to Shibuya and got into a new company.

Even if you both broke up and you were not from their world, you still stayed in contact with the others. But they never spoke to you about your past story or about Kento.

“Yeah, I did. Life changes, you know”

His eyes softened and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia. “I’ve been trying to slow down a bit” He admitted. “Work consumed me, and I realized I was missing out on a lot.”

You couldn’t deny the truth and the sincerity in his words. Your past had been marked by his relentless dedication to his career and it had taken a toll on your relationship.

“I wished I could hate you” You admitted, surprising even yourself with your honesty. “But I never really moved on. The feelings are still there”

Nanami’s gaze softened and he kneeled down to your height, holding carefully the rope. “I’m sorry for the way things ended. I should have prioritized us over work” The sincerity in his voice stirred conflicting emotions within you.

The subway doors slipped open and you both stepped out into the bustling city.

“Do you mind walking with me?”

The suggestion of a walk around the park lingered in the air and you found yourself surprisingly willing to go along with it. The park had always been a place of warmth and peace for you during your time together. So coming back, with him, was something you would cherish for a long time.

“Sure, a walk sounds nice” You smiled and Nanami’s eyes lit up.

You both walked through the busy streets until the cityscape gave way to the tranquility of the park. The familiar sights and sounds brought back more memories, both joyful and challenging. The autumn leaves crunched beneath your heels as you walked along the winding paths.

“I didn’t expect to run into you today. It’s almost like fate brought us together” He broke the silence, his voice filled with sincerity.

You smiled at his words, acknowledging the irony of the situation. “Yeah, it’s a small world”

Suddenly as you were walking side by side, his fingers brushed against yours and you almost had a heart attack. Nanami cleared his throat and put his hand in his pocket. That’s when you saw he was wearing his usual beige suit with his white shirt and his usual tie.

He’s so handsome, it’s so annoying.

Nanami talked again, his tone reflective. “I’ve had a lot of time to think these past few years. About us, about myself”

You look up at him, gripping on your black purse, and waited for him to continue.

“I realized I was so caught in the pursuit of success that I neglected the things that truly mattered” He admits. “And you were one of those things”

His honesty caught you off guard, but you appreciated the vulnerability and the tentative. You stopped in your tracks, the sound of your heels stopping, and you looked at his back. Nanami followed your movements and turned around to observe you.

“It’s never too late to make amends, Kento”

He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “I know, I’ve been trying to change, to find a better balance. Yet I can’t change the past”

“No one can” You replied, your gaze now fixed in the path ahead. You looked around the park, feeling the sun hitting on your face and seeing it setting down behind the buildings. It’s a beautiful scenery.

You didn’t know but Nanami felt like he was looking at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and it was an understatement. You were the most beautiful woman in his eyes, you always were and you will always be. Back in the days you were together, he saw himself building a future with you, getting married in Malaysia just like he always wanted and even having a little family with you, but his work destroyed everything. And he hated himself for this.

“But we can learn from it and make different choices moving forward”

Gosh how much he wanted to hold you again, to have you around all day, to come back to you at the end of the day, to have special dates and just to love you.

Nanami nodded thoughtfully and looked deeply in your eyes. The world around you disappeared and it was only him and you. He was the love of your life, you knew that. And he knew the same about you.

“I’ve missed this” He said. “Talking to you, being able to share”

Your heart exploded inside your chest and you smiled “I missed it too”

You walked again side by side, enjoying the comfortable silence. Then Nanami looked at his watch and he seemed to realize the time. He hesitated to say anything because he wanted to stay with you, to spend more time again with you. But he needed to get back home and to finished his papers.

“I should get going” He said.

You sighed then nodded. “Yeah, it’s getting late”

There was another moment of hesitation before he spoke again. He took a few steps closer to you and leaned in to press his soft lips against your right cheek. Your eyes widen at the contact and you knew you were a blushing mess right now. Even after all this time, he had the same effect on you.

“I’m glad we ran into each other today. Maybe we can do this again. Sometimes”

You smileed at him, a mixture of nostalgia and excitement in your eyes. “Yeah, we should do that. You still have my number, right?”

He smiled warmly and nodded. Then he turned around and walked towards the exit of the park. You stayed there, looking at his back, and you sighed.

Damn you, Nanami Kento.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami #kento x reader #kento #jjk x reader #nanami x reader

[violettduchess]

Yay! I'm excited for this idea of yours!! Could I ask for Silvio + Vampire/Detective (either works!) + Fluff? I felt like Pirate was too obvious 😂😌

A/N: We talked about this and the request changed a wee bit. So here is your Silvio, a vampire MC and something spicy! I hope you enjoy it my sweet @xbalayage 💜

Silvio x female vampire Reader

WC: 2.7 k

It is a night of gleaming silver stars and a sharp sliver of moon. The ancient manor, hidden within the protective shadows of the forest, stands regal, with its seven gables and heavy velvet curtains. Inside, its occupants yawn, rising to greet the darkness, readying themselves for an evening of meetings, treaties and hopefully, revelry. 

You’re in the banquet room, watching the others eat merely for the pleasure of it. None of them actually needs food. Mortal cuisine is appealing every now and then but it’s been so long since you were human, you hardly ever feel the need to indulge in such nostalgia. 

Although…..maybe indulging would be better than….this. Lifting the crystal goblet to your lips, you tell yourself it won’t be that bad. Just give it a chance. This time the blood substitute given to all the vampires attending the gathering could actually taste good. You tilt it upwards and the cool, thickly-clotted, crimson liquid creeps down the glass in fits and stops, crossing the line of your red lips and coating your tongue.

Your body heaves and your throat closes in a gag. A full body shudder runs through your limbs from the top of your head to the tips of your toes in their black boots.

Ugh, enough of this.

The goblet is set down in one violent motion, clanging as it hits the polished onyx of the banquet table. Ignoring the curious gazes of other clan members, you push your chair away and flounce from the extravagant dining room in a flash of dark satin and black leather.

“Still revolting,” you mutter to yourself as you storm through the manor, down hallways lined with oversized, dour portraits of vampire nobility, lush carpeting absorbing the fall of your heels. In a cloud of indignation you fume all the way back to your guest suite where you throw open the ornate wooden door……

…..to find Silvio lounging on your bed, sipping a glass of the vile liquid you just rejected while thumbing through your black, leather-bound notebook.

“What the hell are you doing here?” 

He glances up, not one ounce of shame on his extraordinarily handsome face. 

“You told me I should read your notes on all the other clan members. So I’m readin’ ‘em.”

“Oh for fucks sake, I didn’t mean break into my room and take over my bed.” 

You’ve known Silvio Ricci for so long. A century ago, you worked together to broker a trade deal/ peace agreement between the Benitoite vampire clans and those of your native Rhodolite. Its massive success ensured that you have been working together ever since. 

He sits up, stretching out his long body, his impossibly blue eyes still scanning your notebook.

“You got the better room. And you keep annoyin’ me about learnin’ more about these Jadean vamp clans so-” He stops talking when he notices you lifting your velvet travel cloak from the armchair it had been draped over.

“What do you think you’re doin’? “

The dark cloak falls over your shoulders, settling with a soft, satisfying whoosh around you. Turning, you view your reflection in the mirrored front of the wardrobe, smoothing down the front of your elegant, sable blouse.

“I’m going out for a real drink.” A pat to your hair and then you spin on your heel, already feeling that prickling thrill that rushes through you at the beginning of any hunt.

But when you face the door to the bedroom, Silvio is there, blocking your exit. He must have shadow-jumped, moving in seconds from one place to another, using the shadows of the bedroom as conduits. Your notebook is facedown on the brocade carpet, abandoned.

“You’re not goin’ out there.” 

Despite the height of your boots, you’re still forced to tip your head up in order to meet his gaze. You forget how tall he is sometimes. His moonlight hair falls forward, the tips brushing the tops of his slanted cheekbones, a celestial curtain behind which his ocean eyes burn bright.

Your brow arches in question as you force yourself to look into all that endless blue. 

“The hell I’m not. Silvio. Move.”

“No fuckin’ way.” His jaw tightens, the words spit out through clenched teeth.

No, don’t throttle him yet. You draw a patient breath. “Why not?”

He rolls his eyes with a huff that tells you how very idiotic he finds that question and your fingers curl inwards, red nails pressing into the palms of your hands. Maybe time to throttle him?

“You know the woods outside this place are crawlin’ with Slayers, just lookin’ for a prize.”

A soft hiss escapes you. Fucking Vampire Slayers. They know the clans meet once a year and somehow they always find out exactly where that is. It makes arrivals and departures especially challenging and not every vampire survives it.

But you are not every vampire.

You fasten your cloak with one hand, the large rose-shaped ruby of your signet ring twinkling in the wan candlelight. “I’m a big girl, Silvio. I can handle myself.”

He growls as he shakes his head. “Stop being so fuckin’ stupid. Just drink the substitute for a few days and feed once we’re outta here.”

What is going on? Why does it even matter to him whether or not you take the risk of going out into the night?

"Silvio…..what the fuck? So I want to find some real blood. So it may be a bit dangerous. Who cares?!" Your voice is sharp with frustration, bright with an annoyance ready to ignite into anger.

"I do!! I fucking care!"

Silvio's words are torn from his throat by raw emotion, swift and fierce. Something in his eyes flashes, the piercing shine of a lighthouse beacon skimming the unknown darkness of the sea. His cheeks are uncharacteristically flushed, as if he’s embarrassed himself with his own outburst. 

You’re stunned into silence. You can hardly breathe. All you feel right now is the atomic fallout of a heart suddenly blown to pieces by the most unexpected, shocking wave of desire. The world as you know it, have known it for ages, tilts, breaks into a million tiny pieces as you move towards him. Your hand slides over the rich silk of his shirt where you feel his heartbeat thunder against your palm. This is Silvio Ricci. He’s the most aggravating man you have ever known. Arrogant. Commanding. Excessive.

Your hand slides up, gripping the nape of his neck, your gaze never leaving his.

So many hours of correspondence. So many days over so many decades in each other’s company. And while you always had to admit that he was attractive, never had you felt the need to know what his mouth feels like under yours, to find out what sounds he makes when he surrenders to you, to hear the rasp of exhausted desire in his voice as it stutters your name.

And yet…..here, on a night when you expected to be battling enemies for a drink of fresh blood, here you are, your blood practically singing in your veins as you stare into his eyes, now dark as the sea in winter.

“Silvio…..” His name slips from your lips, unbidden, a whisper rounded by yearning.

It is oil to the smoldering heat in his veins. His strong hands reach for you, pull you against him as he dips his head to capture your mouth with his. You gasp at the feel of the strong lines of his body, how well they fit against yours. And you gasp at the feel of his lips, his tongue. Hesitation dies, burned to ash by lust. His fingers press into you, greedy, almost needy. His mouth is demanding, hardly giving you a moment to adjust before he moves, head tilting from one side to another, tongue demanding access over and over. He kisses you as if he is drowning man and you are oxygen, as if you are the lifeblood essential to all vampires. You feel the sharp scrape of his teeth against your lips, the way his skin grows warmer under the hand that still grips his neck.

With a throaty growl, you jerk out of his arms, stepping back. He hisses, taking a step toward you. He can’t drink in the sight of you fast enough. Your electric gaze, your lips, red and kiss-swollen, the graceful movement of your hand as you unhook your cloak in a single motion. It falls to the carpet soundlessly.

And then, with vampiric speed, you are back in his arms and he’s lifting you, carrying you to the bed he had been lazily lounging on not that long ago. He lays you down on your back, one hand reaching down to brush away several locks of hair that have fallen across your neck and shoulders. His gaze follows his own fingers as they brush over your skin as if entranced by the sight, as if he can’t believe that he’s actually touching you. When you reach up and take his hand, he blinks, his cheeks flushing as if he’s been caught doing something too private, too intimate. He lowers his body, burying his heated face in the curve where neck meets your shoulder. Your fingers slide through his moon-spun hair and the aesthetic of your sharp, crimson nails dragging through all that silver pleases you deeply. 

“I knew it,” he murmurs, his nimble fingers somehow already nearly finished undoing the front lacing of your blouse. “I knew you wanted me.” His tongue traces each new expanse of skin as it is revealed. But the blouse only opens so far. He curses the innocent piece of clothing, impatiently grabbing the hem and pulls it over your head.

“You are such an idiot,” you gasp, fingers curling inward of their own accord as he leaves a string of heated kisses down your abdomen, his eager fingers already skimming over the waistband of your leather pants. 

He lifts his head, pushing himself up with one hand, his eyes as bright as twin stars. His fingers pause and it is torture. 

“There’s no shame in it, ya know. Lots of people want me. You probably wanted me for centuries, huh.”

Oh this jerk, this ridiculous, infuriating, beautiful vampire jerk.

You tilt your head, your hands roaming over the luxurious material of his sleeves. A corner of your mind pulsing with want wonders if he would mind you tearing it to shreds. Ah but he needs to be taught a lesson for such arrogant talk. Using your supernatural strength and speed, you roll, easily flipping him onto his back, pinning him down with one hand even as you straddle him invitingly.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me leave. Who told me….what was it? How much you care. And then started kissing me like the world is ending.” You run your thumb over his lips, slowly enough to feel the way they tremble.

His breath hitches in his throat and you watch, fascinated and oddly turned on by how red his cheeks suddenly glow. Who knew he blushed so easily? He looks away, brow scrunched in irritation even as his hands slide over the curve of your hips, over the leather that is molded to your form, holding you firmly in place against him.

“The fuck you talkin’ about…,” he mutters before reaching up for you, pulling you back down towards him. “Shuddup and let's get back to how much you want me.” 

You pause, your lips scant centimeters away from his. “I believe the evidence of how much you want me is much…..clearer.” You roll your hips against his, demonstratively and there is no denying the hard truth of your words.

He groans, shaking his head and the world tilts again as he flips your positions, covering you with the lean, muscular length of his body. The bed groans at all this gymnastics.

Your pants join your discarded blouse and travel cloak in a forlorn heap on the floor. How he managed that between kisses that leave you dizzy and aching and fighting for air is a mystery for the ages.

You’ve managed to wrangle him out of most of his clothing, without tearing anything, when suddenly you grow still, your eyes closing as a wave of true, overwhelming dizziness crashes over you. Silvio feels the way your body stiffens and freezes, his hand growing still on the inside of your thigh. He raises his disheveled head from the line of red marks he was leaving along your lower stomach.

“You ok?” 

You blink, trying to clear the sloshing in your head.

“I….I think I’m just hungry.” You try to smile, to lighten the violent shift in mood. “I was trying to go get something to eat when you so….expertly distracted me.”

He scrambles into a sitting position and then carefully, almost tenderly, reaches down to help you sit up as well, propping you up against the pillows.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a drink since we got here?” The paleness of your face, the way you’re holding yourself is answer enough. “The fuck?? We’ve been here a week! You ain’t really that stupid, are ya?”

You wince at his justified admonishment and he sighs heavily. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of his own billowy white shirt from off the floor and pulls it over your head, covering the body he had so eagerly uncovered just moments ago. The sight of you in his shirt has him swallowing, a tangle of complicated emotions tumbling through him.

Standing, he crosses the room in nothing but his silken braies, heading for the table next to the dresser and even through your light-headedness you can’t help but admire the lean cut of his body. He reaches for the crystal decanter, the one filled every evening for all attendees with fresh blood substitute, the one you have ignored for days despite how often they refresh it. The liquid flows from the lip of the decanter into the intricate glass that has lived untouched on that same table and with a determined set to his jaw, he strolls back to you, lowering himself to the edge of the bed. He shoves the glass in your direction, his expression a scowl draped in the embarrassment of caring.

“I know you can’t stand this shit but you ain’t gonna be able to handle all the things I’m wanna do to you unless you got some strength in ya. So stop actin’ like a stubborn jackass and-”

You yank the glass from his hand and, your gaze never leaving his, knock down the contents in one long swallow. You almost manage to hide your revulsion. 

Silvio takes the glass from you, his fingers brushing yours, softly, like small flames licking at your skin. He grins slowly and any lingering feeling of disgust is incinerated by the sudden desire that flares through your body.

“Ya want me that bad, huh?”

The blood substitute has renewed you, has sparks exploding like tiny supernovas through the pathways of your veins. You feel reborn, a phoenix bursting from the ashes in a fiery explosion of wings and want. You move faster than a human eye could see, too fast for his own enhanced vision. One moment he’s grinning at you, licking his lips like a cat that’s caught the canary and the next he’s pinned beneath you again, looking up into a face bright with eagerness, eyes glowing with satisfaction.

And when your fangs slowly protract, it’s all he can do to stop himself from taking you then and there.

“The lady is still hungry,” he rasps as your hands slide over his chest, your strong fingers curling around the hard muscles of his shoulders, sharp red nails biting pleasurably into his skin. 

You lower yourself down, tracing the shape of his ear with your tongue, fangs scraping the delicate skin. Beneath your body, you feel the tremor of lust that rolls through him and you smile, the apex predator clutching its prey within possessive talons as you whisper in a voice raw with yearning, “The lady is absolutely…..famished.”

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[weixuldo]

Unconditionally Epilogue (pt 2)

Anakin X Reader

a/n: This is the complete end to unconditionally, i’ve been putting off finishing part two but i really just got into it these past few days (nostalgia is a weird thing haha) but i hope you enjoy and i want to thank you all again- i wouldn’t have ever continued to write if you guys hadn’t supported me in the first place- so thank you so much :)

10 years later...

It’s a busy week at the Skywalker household: the twins are turning 18 and you and Anakin are celebrating your 10th anniversary

Warnings: cursing, kids, nudity, no sex but implied, mention of injury and car accidents.

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“Maker!! This is for me?” Leia exclaimed happily when the two of you handed her the smooth car fob. 

“It's all yours princess” Anakin smiled as he went in to hug her. 

“We wanted to send you off to college with a more reliable car; we also got you a bunch of accessories and stickers for the inside, they’re in the living room. I think you’ll really like them” you added. 

She hugged you next, “Thank you so much!”.

“Thank you daddy”  she said, walking towards the sleek auto infront of her.

“Yea. thanks ‘daddy’,” Han teased before going off to join his ecstatic girlfriend.

Anakin’s smile turned to an annoyed scowl; that smug son of a bitch was gonna get it some day, but as of now Anakin refrained from violence.

“I don't know about that Solo kid, he might end up six feet under with me holding the shovel someday” Anakin half joked, half actually meant. 

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes playfully, “as if you weren't a cocky son of a bitch when we first met”

He gave you a smug look with his brow raised.

“You know it's true, “Mr. Skywalker’” you smirked at the formal title you hadn't used in years. 

He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into his side, returning the smile. 

By the car, Leia raved to her boyfriend about the interior and he happily listened with a huge grin (he knew he’d be driving them on dates in it in the near future). 

Luke popped out of the garage with a smile and his safety goggles crookedly laid in his fluffy hair.

“Finally!” he exclaimed, “mom and dad have had me keeping your present in the garage for two weeks now! About time you got it”.

Leia turned to her brother, “you knew?!”.

“Of course I did, I helped pick it out- I got you the newest model with the best safety features. Cant have my sister going to college in a hunk-a-junk” he joked. 

A wide smile plastered itself on Leia's face as she rushed to embrace her brother. 

“I’m so glad you like it honey” you said, hugging her once more.

“And now that your brother finally stepped out of his cave, we can give you your gift,” Anakin said, turning to his son.

All of you walked back into the house and Anakin pulled out a plain white envelope.

“So, I know your sister’s gift is actually useful right now, but I’m sure you'll be very pleased with yours”, Anakin said as he handed the slip to his son.

Luke was confused but happily opened the envelope. You watched his blue eyes scan over the words and once it all clicked, he leapt up from the bar stool he was on. 

“No way! No fucking way!” he exclaimed, making Han and his sister laugh. 

Anakin shook his head with a smile. 

“What is it?” Leia asked, but before you could answer her, Luke practically tackled you in a giant hug. 

You smiled and embraced him warmly before he left to do the same to Anakin (a little gentler). 

“Thank you thank you!!” he said, clenching the paper. 

“Luke, what is it?” Leia asked again.

“They got me that old camaro that's been sitting in watto’s scrap yard. I’ve been wanting to fix that old thing up for years!” he grinned like a kid who just got told they were going to disney world. 

“There's more at the bottom,” you said with a smile. 

Luke shouted again, “NO WAY!”.

“What now?” Leia said, playfully rolling her eyes at her easily excitable brother. 

“Mom and dad got me a pass for next year’s car show- I’ll fix up the camaro and enter it!”. 

“That’s amazing Luke! You’ve wanted to be in one for forever!” 

He smiled and thanked the two of you once more. 

After the excitement of the gifts both of the twins went their separate ways to see their new presents; Leia went to test her car and Han helped Luke bring the other car over to the house. 

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“Be good for your sister and brother, alright baby?” you said as you hugged Rey close.

You and Anakin’s anniversary was tomorrow so you were leaving for the islands today. Anakin rolled the rest of the luggage into the back of his car before coming back to say goodbyes.

“I will mommy” Rey smiled proudly.

“That’s my girl” Anakin said, walking in from the garage.

“Daddy!” Rey exclaimed, reaching her arms up for Anakin.

He bent down to hug her tight and kissed her head, “Hey Pumpkin, we’ll be back in a week, alright?”.

Rey nodded her head before asking her brother to pick her up. He obliged as you, Anakin and Leia gave your parting hugs.

Next, Luke handed Rey over to Leia so he could hug you two goodbye.

“Have fun kids, we love you and will see you next tuesday” you smiled and waved as you headed for the car.

“make good choices- if I come home to a-“

“don’t worry daddy, i’ll keep these two idiots in line” Leia laughed as she pointed behind her at Han and Luke.

“ok- call if you need anything- love you!”

“of course! Miss you already” the twins smiled before going back into the house.

Once you and Anakin were buckled in, you squeezed his bicep with a wide grin.

“Someone’s excited” he laughed before kissing your forehead.

“You have no idea”

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You arrived at your villa and flopped onto the large bed as Anakin put some of your luggage by the dresser on the other side of the room.

It was one that overlooked a private cove and came with pretty much every special amenity you could ask for (full working juice bar, hot tub, complimentary spa, embroidered towels, personalized rooms, you name it!).

“My love, come here” you called, patting the space beside you.

The smile lines in the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkled as the corners of his mouth turned upward, “alright angel”. 

He joined you and kissed you on the temple before asking what you wanted to show him. 

You dug around in your bag and pulled out a photo album you had made for your anniversary. 

“Happy anniversary, Ani,” you smiled. 

He looked at the square book and his eyes softened, “Is this for me?”.

You giggled, “who else would it be for silly?”. 

Your heart skipped when his mechanical hands brushed over yours as he took the book from you; even after ten years he still made you feel like a giddy teen. 

“Holy shit” he exclaimed as he opened the book, “Where’d you dig this one up from?”.

The first photo was a candid photo from your wedding; you were sitting in Anakin’s lap with your arms around his neck as he looked at you adoringly. 

“Rex actually took that one, he showed it to me when I went over there to pick Rey up from her playdate”.

“Maker, we look young- Well, you still look like this… I just look old” he joked. 

You kissed his temple, “no you don’t! You’re just well loved” you smiled. 

“That’s what you’d say to someone who looks old!” he exaggerated. 

You set the book up chronologically so that things from your college days when you first started working for him were at the beginning.

On the next page was a copy of the first check you ever got from him (obviously it was illegal to copy checks- but you weren’t actually going to use it).

His signature was much smoother back when he actually could sign with his hands. 

He eyed the page filled with small mementos from your early days together with a smile, “I can’t believe you kept some of this stuff” he said as he ran his mechanical fingers over the valet ticket stub from your first date.

“What can I say, I’m sentimental” you smiled, kissing his cheek. 

As the pages continued he watched his younger self become more and more happy with each turn. You really did light up his life.

There were photos of you and the twins playing, candid photos of him, ones that you took with him after long nights of love making… Everything was right here. 

“Hah! Look at that” he exclaimed as he came across some hand turkeys and swans you had taught the kids to make the first thanksgiving you were with them. 

“I used to find those damn things everywhere!”. 

He squinted once he reached the next page, there was a gray text message bubble cut out at the top of the page.

I should be home a bit earlier today, maybe we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“The last text you sent me before you got into your accident” you said, squeezing his upper arm softly. 

The next page had a picture of his completely totaled car as well as the first few photos you had of him when he was in a coma. It wasn’t pretty, but it was a part of him- a part of your journey together.

“Fuck, I forgot just how bad the car looked…” he said as he scanned the photo. 

His black Audi’s front was completely crushed and it barely looked like a car with the amount of dents and scrapes it’s body had collected.

You still weren’t completely sure what happened that day for it to have been so fatal. And Anakin barely remembered anything from the accident up to a few weeks after. 

“Maker- and me!” he said, diverting his analytic gaze to the glossy photos of his broken body lying in the ICU.

You nodded as he continued turning- the next few pages were his recovery period in the hospital; his first picture awake, his first with Ben and Satine, first with Ahsoka, his first with you, and his first with the twins. 

Looking back at the pictures made you really see how far he’d come- there was a time when the doctors didn’t think he would make it. 

Soon the pictures’ settings began to shift out of the hospital and into the house; his first time back home and other pictures from that christmas (there weren't many photos from the period you and him went through a rough patch, only one or two that Ben had lying around).

The next picture of everyone was at your college graduation; all smiles. 

You remembered your graduation like it was yesterday; it was the tail end of your rough patch with Anakin and he was the last person you expected to see in the sea of people. Your massive smile in the photo showcased just how happy you were to see him again. 

“You looked so good in that dress, Angel '' he cooed, nuzzling into your neck to steal a quick bite. 

“haha - stop!” you giggled, lightly pushing him away. 

“You still have it?” he asked jokingly with a smirk. 

You rolled your eyes, “...yes”.

His smirk grew into a lopsided grin, “I think you should wear it for me when we get back”. 

“HAH! Ani, I don’t even know if it still fits me?!”

He set the book in his lap and squeezed his mechanical hands around your waist making you squeal. 

“Ani! That tickles!” 

“Yea, i’d say you’d still fit- well maybe not this” he smiled grabbing the fat of your ass. 

“Ani!” you scolded.

All he could do was laugh, “What princess? I never said I didn’t like it- You know I love your ass”.

You swatted his hands away with a laugh- “Stop it! Finish looking at the book” you giggled. 

He turned his attention back to the album. The next few pages were covered in your wedding photos; a close up on his face when he saw you walk down the aisle, your face when he stood after saying his vows and a nice still photo of your first dance. 

“This was the best night of my life,” Anakin said with a reminiscent smile. 

“Me too, Ani”. 

The next photos were of his return to work, your pregnancy announcement, Rey’s birth, the twins’ first school dance, and other family milestones. 

There was a section near the end full of pictures of the kids; “first day of school” pics, vacation pics, and other moments where they were just being themselves.  

Finally the last page was the most recent picture of the two of you; it was at a rooftop bar for a gala his company hosted, he was dressed in a nice suit and you wore an off-the-shoulder gown- the photo was a candid Ben had taken of the two of you kissing after Anakin made his speech. 

He closed the book lightly and placed it on the end table beside the bed before turning to you with glassy eyes. 

“Y/n Skywalker, I love you more than anything on this earth- you are absolutely perfect” he said pulling you into his lap (which you gladly obliged). 

“Thank you” he said into your hair as he hugged you close. 

You tossed your arms around his neck and held on tightly, “I love you too, Anakin ''.

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 Anakin’s gift to you was much more extravagant than yours to him, but the whole time he kept apologizing for his not being able to compare to yours (and you knew he meant it). 

He took you to one of the nicest restaurants on the island and then took you to the aquarium for part of your present. You were always a big fan of conservation and the oceans, so he donated a large sum to have a portion of the local reef named after you.

“Ani, this is amazing! Thank you so much!” you grinned ear to ear as you ran your fingers over the golden plaque with your name on it. 

He shyly cast his gaze away from yours, “It really doesn’t compare to yours- you’ve just always been the better gift giver”. 

You shook your head and grabbed his hands, “no, no Ani! I absolutely love this- and they’ll make sure to watch over the reef right?”.

He nodded with a smile, “Yes, my love. This section is under protection and will now be being sustained and cleaned by certified locals so that it will continue to thrive”.

You hugged him, “Thank you, I love it”.

“Of course. Angel”

The two of you walked hand in hand through the dark aquarium (Anakin had it completely reserved for tonight for just the two of you). 

Walking through the tunnel of brightly colored fish never failed to mesmerize you; their fluid motions, the shapes and sizes, you loved it.

Anakin watched your expressions change adoringly; after all these years, after becoming a mother, after becoming an influential and respected figure you could always find wonder in the smallest things. 

He loved that about you.

You did what he never could, you showed him how to be happy and how to push through the toughest times. That's why he knew you were perfect for him. 

After a few stolen kisses under the watery biomes, Anakin had a driver take you back to the villa.

Anakin began a warm bath for you in the fancy whirlpool tub; he opened the sunhatch, tuned on soft lights, added flower petals and some sweet fragrance. 

Once he entered the bedroom again, you had gotten undressed and were only wearing one of the new silk robes he got you and a smile.

“Hey Ani” you said with a small wave.

Like a moth to a flame, he walked towards you. 

“Hello, my love” he said with his low voice as he placed his mechanical hands on your hips, drawing you closer. 

You stood on your tippy toes and kissed him gently, “I think you should join me in the bath”.

When you leaned back he cocked his head to the side with a smirk, “Oh, should I now?” 

He played with a strand of your hair that you must have missed when you twisted it up. You nodded and began to take his suit coat off.

He chuckled at your determination and allowed you to help him undress; his body hadn’t seemed to change too drastically but there were some definite differences. 

He was more muscular than he was the first years after the accident but still wasn’t at the shape he was when you met him.

He was still slim but he collected some extra fat around his love handles; his crows feet and smile lines were more prominent, but in a way they made him more endearing. 

His scars had mostly all faded but every once in a while would flare up. As for his limbs, they all healed pretty well and his prosthetics were regularly updated. 

He was still just Anakin though… your Ani. 

“I think you’re ready” you said after placing a tender kiss on his bicep. 

His robotic digits danced around the hem of your robe until he pulled the loosely tied bow around your waist; the robe cascaded softly around your feet, leaving you bare. 

Anakin’s eyes admired your body and he sucked in a breath. 

“And now you are too”.

He was not the only one who’s body changed; after having Rey, you gained some light weight and stretch marks, your breasts had grown larger and you seemed to have a bit more fat on your ass (not that Anakin minded at all). 

You too had collected some smile lines but you had no problem with them. If you ever felt bad about your body, Anakin swatted those thoughts away really quick.

He always made you feel like the only girl in the world.

With a loving smile you led him into the large bathroom and helped him sit on the side of the tub before disassembling him. He always preferred legs first because he liked to hold onto you as long as he could.

At this point in life there was no part of him you hadn’t seen and no part of you that he hadn’t seen- so he was much less shy about having you help him.

Once everything was off you helped him into the tub; he sighed at the warm water caressing his body, you couldn’t wait to join him. 

You stretched once more and entered the tub gracefully. Before long you were lying against Anakin’s chest with a content smile- this was the best anniversary yet. 

Out of habit you fidgeted with the gold chain around your neck- you and Anakin had amassed several important dates since you first got each other the pendants. 

Anakin’s had your, the kids, and his first wife’s birthdays on them as well as the date of his accident and your wedding. And yours had Anakin’s, and the kids birthdays as well as your graduation date/when he proposed and your wedding day.

After all these years, after all you had been through together- you couldn’t ask for a better lover.

Only the stars knew that the mousy college student you were and the cold mannered businessman Anakin was, would eventually make it work.

You couldn’t be more thankful- and as you sat happily in Anakin’s embrace, you told him what you always did, 

“I love you so much Anakin…unconditionally”

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a/n: so now it’s completely finished 🥲 i’ll miss this story but im also glad to have it finished :) i hope the epilogue chapters were enjoyable for u guys!! i tried to tie in the original trilogy and sequels a bit :) now we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming haha

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