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kill4luvina · 4 months

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“Christmas Nights”

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Plug!Armin x Black!Reader

CW - SMUT, Unprotected sex, Not proof read. (Prob more but Im not sure)

Summary - Armin had a problem with work and thought he wouldn't be able to come and celebrate Christmas with you, but your boyfriend made it work just for you <3 how? it doesn't matter just know he made it work.

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“Sing it to the moon, set it free You're the angel on the top of my tree Sing it to the spirit above Sing your heart out with all of your love”

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You'd laugh as you witnessed the funniest scene of your boyfriend struggling to balance his phone and some bags. "Gimme a second mamas, let me just get this stuff in the car." He'd say chuckling as he slipped you into his pocket, making you softly smile. You were so madly in love with boy it wasn't even funny.

"Armin, are you sure you wont be able to make it today?" You'd ask, you whole mood completely changing as soon as you remembered. It was the 25th of December, aka Christmas and he wouldn't be able to spend it with you due to some type of work. It made you upset but there was nothing you could do about it.

"I can't, I'm sorry mamas.. You know if I could be there I would..." He'd say as he propped his phone up in the car. Eye's softening as soon as he noticed your eyes started tearing up. "Don't cry, I promise I'll make it up to you.." he'd say, slightly panicking at the sight of you. "Alright.." Your voice would crack as tears started to flow down your brown cheeks.

"My heart.. don't cry please.." He'd say trying his best to make you feel better but just failing even more because you started crying more. "I'll talk to you later..." You'd say in complete tears hanging up on him before he could reply. You'd shut you phone off completely as you snuggled into your bed and started crying even more until you fell asleep.

You'd wake up too the door bell being spammed mad times, slightly annoyed you'd check the time. "11:43.. who the fuck.." You'd ask confused, as you grabbed your taser making your way down the stairs. You'd peak out the door, your taster dropping out of your hand in complete shock. You'd open your door only to be met face to face with bright blue eyes.

Your boyfriend was at your door step, at 11 pm with a load tun of gift. He had the prettiest smile on his face as his braces made it even cuter. His hair catching the soft snow that was falling, designer bags all around him along along with a big teddy bear and money flower bouquet in his hands. Poor boy was probably freezing as you just stared at him not even knowing what to say.

You'd jump into his arms giving him a deep hug not caring for the presents but rather he showed up. After being outside you door, in barely nothin for the span of 5 seconds you quickly jumped back inside telling him to come in as you helped bring everything the brought inside.

You'd shower him in kisses, saying thank you before every kiss as he just smiled loving the attention he was getting. "I love you so muchhh!" You'd exclaim as you cuddled into him from above, his hands resting on your ass as he gave you a kiss. "I love you more.." he'd say before giving you another kiss.

You'd slowly bring your body up, and idea coming to mind as your hands wandered his body. "Can I show you how much I love you?" You'd ask, as he nodded in response watching you turn your body around. Now in reverse cowgirl, you'd move your bottom half back your ass now in his face as you worked on getting his pants off.

Before you knew it, you were riding his face as you sucked his dick. Pleasure drowning the both of you as moans vibrated through the two of you. You'd quickly pull away as soon as you felt he was getting close, pulling yourself up as you turned back around. Now facing him, you'd bring yourself up before slowly lowering back down.

Slowly splitting yourself open on him, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tightly held onto his black T-shirt. "So tight-" he'd groan as he head fell back in pleasure. Soon, you were bouncing on his dick almost drooling from how good it was. You loved this man so much you swore if he let you tonight you'd let him give you a child.

Armin loved you too, so much to the point where he'd kill for you if he really needed too and tonight showed that, because later you'd find out he really did do that to be here with you that night.

"Armiiinnn!!" You'd moan as soon as you felt him start to fuck up into you, taking control of the situation as he started to guide you. He'd bring his body up before pushing you down to now leave the both of you in missionary as he slowly started fucking you. Giving you deep long strokes as he kissed you, telling you how much he loved you and how he'd do anything for you.

He'd slowly start speed up when he'd hear you start whining, you were too fucked out to even understand what he was saying let along care at that moment. Your boyfriend would fuck you into an orgasm and he came right after you. Pulling out before hand, leaving you a sticky mess as he gave you a soft kiss.

"Merry Christmas My Love.."

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“The wise men followed the star, The way I followed my heart And it led me to a miracle Don't you buy me nothing 'Cause I am feeling one thing, your lips on my lips That's a merry, merry Christmas”

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jordisblogg · 8 months

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producer!shuri x singer!reader hcs

📝: i’ve been thinking about producer!shuri a lil too muchhh.

the whole producer!shuri idea is from @/venusdraco (who’s unfortunately deactivated but ima still give credit!!)

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meeting:

✰. -you were sitting on the phone with one of your friends, tems, specifically, ranting on about how you need to find a good beat before the deadline for your new single. you've tried going to london, metro boomin, drumma boy, he'll you even tried to make one yourself, but you couldn't find the right sound you were looking for.

“you know, i've got this friend who's done some of the beats on my songs, she's really good. she’s known for her afro beats but i’m sure she could help you out. i could give you her contact if you want."

you rubbed your temples, 'i’m up for anything at this point.”

✰. you had texted her later on

“hey i'm tems' friend, y/n, idk if she told u about me, but i rily need help and she told me to come to u"

“yeah she told me.i can hook you up, when are you free?”

✰. you both scheduled a date that would work for the two of you and you crossed your fingers and your toes that this would be it, that she was the one who could help you.

✰. you woke up bright and early the day of and got ready, not wanting to keep shuri waiting. when you walked in the studio she was sitting in one of the chairs by the sound booth, man spread, hair freshly curled with a pair of shades perched on top of them, wearing a black nike tech, gold chains adorning her neck. she looked good, really good.

✰. her head perked up and she turned to you, “hey, you ready to get started?”

✰.it had been a good 10-15 minutes and you think you both were getting somewhere. but you could hardly focus. shuri’s cologne was getting all up in your nose, she smelled intoxicating.

✰. and the way her tattooed fingers turned the knobs on the booth to how she nodded her head softly to the beat. and her jawline?? don’t even get me started—

“here, listen to this” you hadn’t even realized you just spaced out on her. you watched her put her headphones over your ears.

you stared into space as the low beat played. it was melodic, soft.

once it ended you took the headphones off and set them in your lap. “well?”

you smiled, “i love it.”

✰. your single ended up being nominated and won an billboard music award. you couldn’t have been happier. (song is at the top)

✰.once the event was over and you collected your flowers you took your ride back to your luxury apartment.

just as you were placing your award on a shelf, (you still needed somewhere to put it) you got a notification. you pulled your phone out, a text from shuri.

‘congratulations, beautiful, you earned it.🎉’

you smiled, hard. you feel like you wouldn’t have gotten this award if it weren’t for shuri. you needed to repay her somehow.

and beautiful???

‘thank u so so much, shuri. i couldn’t have done this without you. how can i ever repay u’

‘let me take you out to dinner’

dating:

✰. even though you have more than enough money to take care of yourself, shuri still spends on you.

you could be on the phone telling her the new fendi bag you’re gonna buy and then the next morning you see a cash-app of 3500 with the caption ‘just because❤️’ but you knew why.

✰.she’s always going to give you princess treatment.

anywhere you wanna go, she takes you. anything you want, she gets you. money is no problem for her. (shawty bae already a queen, producing just adding to that)

✰. when she has to fly out for sessions/bookings, she always takes you with her.it helps make the trip bearable even if she’s cool with the client.

✰. she always sends you big bouquets of roses once out the week (she would send you more but the last time she did, you told her you didn’t have anywhere to put the others)

✰. you both are regularly in the studio, so you don’t really have a whole lot of time with each other. but when she finally gets to see you, she can never let you go.

following up on that, shuri’s very clingy and overprotective of you, not that you don’t mind, mainly cause your the same way. when you’re both at events, she doesn’t do a lot of mingling, even when the other artists try to talk to her, she’ll talk to them, still being right next to you.

✰. a few days after you two started dating, you were both chilling up in a club and you both got a little caught up in each other and the alcohol. the next morning you had woke up to a bunch of notifications on instagram and tiktok. everyone knew about your relationship. and for once, theshaderoom wasn't wrong about something.

you scrolled thru all the comments, some good, some bad.

"well, at least all those other bitches know who i belong to" she says as she lazily wraps her arms around your waist.

✰. likes to put your voicemail’s or just your voice in general on some of her tracks.

✰. your each other's plus one to every event, whether your nominated or not. you both always try to match for the red carpet, whether that be jewelry or clothes.

✰. shuri had originally been in wakanda playing with beats with her cousin, erik, who had taught her a few tricks. and after the death of her brother and mother she moved down to the states to get away from pressure, but she still devotes most of her life to her technology.

✰. she loves to take pictures of her baby, most of her camera roll is of either you or pics or you and her, either way you’re in them.

in fact her lock screen is literally a picture of you asleep on her chest, bonnet half on and drool seeping from your lips.

“shuri change that right now!”

“but you look so cute!”

✰. she goes to all of your concerts. and when your up on stage, you make sure to point her out. and when you both do a collab you bring her on stage and the fans eat it up every time.

✰. her nicknames for you are most definitely baby, my love, mama, princess etc.

✰. your contact in her phone is ‘umfazi’ (wife) because she knows you’re the one she’s going to marry.

✰. most of your songs are about times you’ve spent with her.

✰. shuri told you about her first time hearing your voice. she was hanging out with her friends for the night and they had bought tickets to your show, shuri wasn’t aware of who you were at the time, mainly because you were still coming up.

when she had saw you up on stage, it was like the world had stopped moving. your voice was so angelic, she felt like she was in a trance. and god you were gorgeous. you still are.

“i knew then that you were destined for greatness.”

“how come you never came up to me?”

“time wasn’t right, but i ended up bagging you in the end”

“oh shut up”

✰. it’s a known fact, shuri smokes weed. when she got together she wanted to make sure you were okay with it or not. when you told her that you partook in it, you were now her designated smoking buddy.

bongs, pens, smokes, edibles. it didn’t matter.

✰. shuri’s told you once before that even though you do it for show, she does get a little jealous when you bring other girls up on stage and get a little too touchy for her liking.

but you always tell her that she’s the only one for you. you’ve even had to explain that to her press.

“so y/n, we’ve seen that during your shows you’ve constantly brought up girls on stage with you. how does your girlfriend, shuri, think about this? have you had any conversations about it?”

“one, my girlfriend has already told me her thoughts on the matter and yes we’ve had conversations about it, two, i bring up my audience to give them a chance to feel like they’re really apart of the show y’know?”

✰. during interviews, shuri can’t help but smile at the mention of you. i mean full on cheesing!

“we’ve noticed you and y/n have been getting pretty serious, taking her out on private flights, fancy dinners, take it things must be goin smoothly, yeah?”

the corner of her mouth turns up in a smirk, “yeah, i always give my princess what she asks for”

✰. she doesn’t like to argue with you because the second she sees a tear role down your cheek, your lip quiver, or hears a tremble in your voice, she’s crumbling, scooping you up in her arms and rocking you back and forth, repeatedly kissing your temple and chanting apologies in your skin.

“i’m sorry baby, i’m sorry. please forgive me”

✰. she teaches you xhosa every time you ask. she giggles at how you pronounce the words, putting clicks at the wrong time.

“shuri stop laughing!”

“haha.. i’m sorry mama, cmon i’ll help you”

✰. will always do your nightly with you. she won’t tell you, but she secretly loves doing face masks.

✰. that girl stays in sweats, don’t matter what type of weather. winter? sweat suit. summer? t-shirt and sweat SHORTS.

“shuri come on wear some jeans with me, we supposed to be matching!”

“we are! your jeans are blue and my sweatpants are blue”

“ouu— you piss me off”

“kodwa uyayithanda” (but you love it)

✰. ever since that first meeting, you barely go to anyone else for your beats, unless necessary, in your opinion shuri knew how to do your genre of music, and pretty well, so there was no point in going to anyone else.

(plus it’s free.99)

✰. your facetime calls range from 5-24 hours. mainly because y’all don’t know how to say bye to each other.

“i love you baby, get some rest”

“i love you more”

“oh did you hear about that guy who was at drake’s concert?”

“no? tell me!”

bonus:

just because you’re constantly going to shuri to help with your music don’t mean y’all don’t have any complications.

“nooo— im talkin’ ‘bout dum dum doo duh”

“that’s what i just did??”

“no you did dun boom dun dun”

“what??”

“SHURI OH MY GOSH”

“STOP SCREAMING AT ME”

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #mcu shuri #shuri x black! fem! reader #bpwf #shuri fic #shuri #jj’s fics

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lil-elle · 5 months

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I'M DELULU TODAY SOO, how do you think xikers members would propose to you?😭😭😭🫶 I really love the way you redact!

Thank you sooo muchhh T-T also this is soooo cute I'll sob

How XIKERS Propose ♡

pairs: bf!xikers x gn!reader (uses "wife" in hunters one)

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.1k

content: kisses, tears, cuteness

a/n: THEY'RE SO ARGGHH SOBB

Minjae:

Holding back tears

Shaky voice as he speaks (he'd be soooo nervous, desperately wanting you to say yes, just so unsure of himself)

Wouldn't have prepared a super extravagant proposal, just taken you somewhere he knows you like

Would've definitely gone all out on the ring though…

Bone crushing hug after you say yes

Junmin:

Would be able to hold in his tears until you're hugging him after saying yes. Then WATERWORKS.

Would have set up the prettiest picnic on the beach and led you to it, before kneeling down and popping the question

He'd be super dressed up too, wanting to make the night as memorable as possible

You'd sit and drink champagne and eat snacks while giggling together for the rest of the night

He'd keep crying every time he thinks back to that moment

Sumin:

He's usually so carefree but he'd put maximum effort into this, looking kind of awkward in his suit as he gets on one knee

Smiling up at you happily and kind of shyly waiting for your response

Kind of the type to do it in public like in a restaurant (he wouldn't if he knows you wouldn't like it)

Would make jokes to break the tension and cheer you up as you cry, “You're never getting rid of me now”

Would shower you with compliments over everything for the rest of the night, “You look so pretty with puffy red eyes after crying” You: “????”

Jinsik:

Would barely be able to get the question out, tearing up every two seconds but trying so hard not to cry

Widest gummy smile known to man

The type to do it in a private but fun place like the top of a Ferris wheel (unless you're afraid of heights of course) or on one of those Swan boats

The morning of he'd surprise you with a whole day of fun activities that you'd be so overwhelmed you wouldn't even think about what it could be leading up to

He'd keep smiling even once he starts sobbing and you'd cry together, him nuzzling his head against yours

Hyunwoo:

Would be super awkward, the type to almost fall down trying to get on one knee

Stuttering through his words but you just smile at him while tearing up because he's so endearing

The type to propose to you in the living room because you two were slow dancing together and he just couldn't resist how perfect you looked

He doesn't usually cry but he'd for sure be tearing up a little after you say yes

Wouldn't even stand up after hearing your “yes”. He'd just melt to the ground smiling and you'd join him, cuddling him close

Junghoon:

He usually struggles to find words so he wrote out his whole proposal and practised in secret days before (he'd still stutter and mess up)

Wouldn't cry but his ears would be red as he looks up at you smiling widely down at him with tears in your eyes

Would be super nervous like minjae, not completely confident you're actually gonna say yes

His proposal location would be kind of generic like in a park but he'd make up for it with his words and the bouquet of flowers he prepared

Would grab you by the waist, pull you close, and kiss you so softly after you say yes. Then kiss your tears silently after pulling back

Seeun:

Would somehow manage to get some super expensive holiday or cruise and do it there like on the deck of the cruise ship late at night when no one else is around and various string lights brighten up the scene

Would get a custom ring with yours and his initials engraved into it

Would lose his confident teasing facade after getting down on one knee, looking up at you with a nervous smile on his face going “Marry me..?”

Would lift you into the air after you say yes, laughing and cheering and just yelling “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!”

Would kiss you so deeply after setting you down again, just so overwhelmed with joy.

After pulling away you'd see tears streaking down his face but if you brought it up in the future, he'd deny he ever cried

Yujun:

Would do it in that has significance to you two, like the location of your confession, first date or first kiss

Wouldn't be able to stop smiling from the moment you meet up with him, just thinking about his plans and how excited he is

Would have a whole speech prepared, reciting all his happiest memories with you while on his knee as if trying to make you cry as much as possible

Would fumble trying to put the ring on you and almost drop it to which you two would just giggle together

He'd wipe your tears and kiss your cheeks so hard

Hunter:

He’d want this moment to be absolutely private so he would create his own candle lit dinner randomly one day when you get home from work which he'd propose to you in front of

Would not stop showering you with compliments all night, literally heart eyes

Would immediately start calling you his wife as soon as you say yes, “My wife is so pretty.”

Would pamper you for the rest of the night, running a bath for you, giving you a massage, taking your make-up off for you, cuddling you to sleep

Would make you breakfast in bed the next morning, “Good morning my lovely wife~”

Yechan:

Would propose to you in the cutest and most random place like outside the convenience store at midnight while you two are on an ice cream run

It wouldn't even be that official, just “I'm gonna marry you” and if you agree he'd just kind of go from there, buying you a ring one day and starting to research wedding stuff

The night before the wedding he'd create an actual proposal, as romantic as possible because he feels a little bad for getting excited and rushing through things

Would somehow write a 3 page list of all the things he loves about and read them out, loving watching your face redden and tears come to your eyes

The type to recreate the proposal every wedding anniversary because he just can't get enough of that feeling

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TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed

#xikers #xikers fanfic #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #xikers x reader #xikers drabbles

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apricior · 5 months

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HI KAI!

Oakworthy headcanons (fluff):

After Hermie's performances Normal is always waiting at the stage exit with a bouquet of flowers. Specifically roses, yellow tulips, forget-me-nots and bluebells (this feeds into my headcanon that since Normal likes vintage clothing, he probably did a lot of research on the Victorian era and learned about the meaning of flowers and proceeded to info-dump to Hermie about it) [Roses=love; yellow tulips=there's sunshine in your smile; forget-me-nots=true love and respect; and bluebells=gratitude]

Normal has sensory issues, and loves stealing Hermie's clothing. Hermie makes sure that all (or at least as much as possible) of their clothing is sensory friendly for Normal

Hermie runs through lines with Normal (Normal is every other character and puts on a different voice for each in an attempt to make Hermie break character and laugh. He has never managed to get a full laugh so far. Most he got out of them was a smile)

Normal goes through cheer routines with Hermie (Hermie makes sure Normal doesn't hurt himself, and makes sure he takes breaks and is properly hydrated - our boy definitely forgets to)

Dates. Movie nights, baking, aquarium, parallel play. (That's it. That the hc)

Hermie knows how to embroider and Normal is SUPER clumsy- Hermie learned embroidery just so they could fix Normal's clothing. A solid 70% of his clothes now have a tiny teeny or joker on them

Normal crochets and Hermie is always feeling cold - Normal has not made an obscene amount of scarfs, beanies and gloves for Hermie, all Batman villains themed

This is less my hc and more what a lot of ppl do in art (<- lies it's very much both and I love it sooo muchhh) - Hermie loves wrapping their tail around Normal. His wrist, waist, shin, anywhere really - it's a form of physical affection that they can both tolerate even on bad "if someone touches me I will throw up" days

i am on the FLOOR these all killed me. especially the flowers 😭 you have the absolute best headcanons thank you for this

#answered #i am too tired to answer properly but. jsyk i really appreciated these and i'm gonna reread and cherish them forever #sobs. my special guys i love them sm

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fictionsmooches · 3 years

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Hiiii, so I’m still hyperventilating over your Erwin and assistant reader fic. I love that one so so muchhh!!! May I please get a part two of that where they are living an awfully cute domestic life together?

I’m thinking maybe when the reader is pregnant with Erwin’s baby she will stay in the headquarter and help with Erwin’s plans and paperwork’s instead of going to battles?

I’m sorry if it’s a long/specific request I just love imagining being by Erwin’s side and helping him out. That assistant fic just melted my heart ❤️

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!! Thanks for the request Anon!! Pt1 can be found here <3 <3

Erwin smith x Fem! Pregnant reader, fluffy fic :>

Life with Erwin had become soft and sweet.

You’d wake with kisses peppered on your face and cheeks and a stubbly Erwin smiling over you.

You took all your meals together and tea time was spent over a good conversation or story told by Erwin.

It had been cold and rainy all day. Despite Erwins wishes you went out on a small mission with your squad anyways. For seeing that you’d be sick, Erwin had already prepared fresh dry clothes and a warm bath for you.

“I told you you’d get sick..” he said undressing you form your wet clothes. Even after all this time of living together, sleeping in the same bed, and just being together 24/7, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up as he touched you. Calloused fingertips undid the buttons ever so softly as you pouted. “I could do it myself you know” you say. “I know, but what use am i if i dont help my (y/n) when she’s sick?” He asked smiling down at you.

Later that night while you slept close to him he whispered “you know I’m going to marry you one day. You’ll be my wife and ill make a wonderful home for us” he didn’t know it then but you smiled at every word he spoke.

Sometime you’d burn dinner because you were too distracted talking to each other.

One day while eating dinner, you decided to break the news to him about being pregnant. You were nervous. Not because you thought he would leave you or anything- but you were both going to be first time parents and during a war no less. It was scary.

“Erwin, i need to say something serious.“ You say watching his face slowly turn as he placed his fork down. “Alright I’m ready” he said stern, it reminded you of the commander you knew when you first met.

“Erwin, there is no easy was to say this so ill just come out with it. Im pregnant. Im certain of it” he lifted up from his seat with a soft “please excuse me” and walked out your shared bedroom. You were devastated. This had gone horribly wrong with out any notice.

Tears softy rolled on your cheeks for a few moments and then you heard his heavy boots thumping against the wooden floorboards of the hallway. You wiped your tears and composed yourself.

Erwin walked in with his arms full of medication bottles, vitamins, supplements, herbs, everything you could possibly think of.

“You’ll need to be in the best health possible! Goodness.. ill have to go in to town tomorrow and see where i could buy a crib.. and possibly even some blankets.. you diffently need-“ you cut him off as he rambled. “Erwin! You’re not mad?” He stopped everything he was doing to notice your puffy face, and crouched down to his knees in front of you. “Of course not. I couldn’t be happier. I’m sorry i just walked out like that, I’m just excited” he hugged your waist, resting his head against your stomach. “You’re going to be a good father you say stoking his head”

From then on you stayed behind to help Erwin with paperwork and low impact tasks.

He would bring you a single flower everyday no matter what.

When you didn’t feel well, he’d make you soup :”)

He often yelled at you for being on your feet for too long, and during meetings he’d make you stop so you could sit down. BUT it had to be in his comfy office chair.

He would pick you up sometimes if he saw you rubbing your lower back when you were in pain, and carry you all the way back to your bed.

Sometime you woke to Erwin quietly whispering to your tummy. “You’re going to do such great things. I’m going to teach you how to fish, and how to lace your shoes”

You both joked about naming the baby after Levi.

#erwin smith x reader #x reader #aot x reader #aot erwin #erwin fluff #erwin x you #erwin smith #hange #levi ackerman #aot #snk levi #snk imagines #aot imagines #pregnant reader

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aehyei · 2 years

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𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬?

osaki shotaro’s unofficial guide on how to confess to ur crush <3: (1) act like a man. (2) get ready with huge flowers and romantic gifts. (3) chicken out. (4) and congratulations, you never got to confess at all.

PAIRING : osaki shotaro x reader

GENRE : !fluff, !romcom, !crack, !highschool!au, !secret admirer!au, !mutual pining!au, !young love!au

WC : 3.21k

WARNINGS : teeth rotting fluff, childish bets, sexual jokes, mentions of making-out in a public place, shotaro getting teased by his friends wayyyy tooo muchhh

PLAYLIST : Like I Can (Sam Smith, My Universe (Coldplay and BTS), If I Can’t Have You (Shawn Mendes), Feelings (Lauv), 2002 (Anne-Marie), Sucker (Jonas Brothers)

TAG LIST : @my-soft-sunshine, @nanamericano, @itsanotherme, @luvinjeno, @valentineyun0, @glbyoon2k, @cheezbot, @furryllamas, @kingjeno423, @forhaever, @kristyxoxo, @ishokenmei, @nikisimpsharon, @chitaphrrrr

AUTHOR’S NOTES : I’m in love with Shotaro and no one could change that.

A CHICKEN—

—THAT’S WHAT OSAKI SHOTARO IS.

All his friends know how much of a sucker he is for you and it isn’t even a secret anymore. The poor Japanese boy gets teased everywhere—in the classroom, library, in the hallways, or even the men’s room! So long story short, yes, he like really really has a huge stupid crush on you.

“Is there any way how we could help our man-baby here grow some balls?” Haechan asks and ruffles the younger’s hair. The rest of their group of friends chuckled as they knew what he means but it only made Shotaro pout a little, “What? Hey! I have balls!”.

“Oh yeah? Then where is it?” Sungchan taunted with a silly teasing smile resting on his handsome face. “I-I’m just waiting for the right timing, okay? And, Y/n is having a really bad week so it can’t be now.” He stammered, avoiding to look at any of them. “See? That’s where your wrong! Girls need men like us more when they feel all blue and vulnerable. They want us to pamper and treat them like a princess, then poof! They’ll fall for us in no time.” Jaemin grinned with his hands buried in his pockets.

“Listen to Jaemin, Taro. He’s a man’s lady.” Jeno piped up from behind them causing Jaemin to smile out cockily and playfully tackle his best friend to the ground. Shotaro let out a soared expression and swats Sungchan’s arm away from his shoulder, “What? No. Y/n isn’t that type of girl, she’s really different and I know that she wants to be left alone for now.”

“And how do you know that, loverboy?” Haechan raised a brow.

“Tch, I bet he stalks her like a creep.” Sungchan scoffs, the teasing smile still visible.

Shotaro glares at them and shook his head, “I don’t stalk her, in fact I really respect her space.” His four friends rolled their eyes at him and all sighed in disappointment. “If you continue to act like this, she’ll think your not interested and she’ll be laying in another man’s arms in to time.” Jeno tutted.

“No—”

“jeno! don’t say that! she totally knows our taro is interested, everyone does.” jaemin cuts shotaro off.

“But—”

“Of course she does. Poor Y/n though, probably waiting in her castle for prince Shotaro.” Haechan cuts him off too in a fake girly tone while blinking his eyes multiple times and having his hands clamped together for more special effects. The rest of the boys nudged Shotaro and laughed in union as if they were watching a comedy show.

“Gee, how supportive are you guys?” Shotaro asks in a sarcastic manner. “You’re so lucky we’re your friends, Taro.” Jeno giggled. “Listen, she doesn’t like me okay? I’m sure she just thinks of me as the creepy boy who stares at her in history.” The poor boy had enough. “You idiot, you just admitted that you are stalking her and that your a creep!” Sungchan bursts out more loudly in laughing.

Osaki Shotaro is no man of decision— and everyone knows of that. An example is how he once (thousands of time) had a love letter in hand, ready to give it to you personally when he would quickly change his mind in the last second, or how he couldn’t choose the correct answer in the multiple choice in a test. but he is sure of one thing right now— he needs new friends.

FAILING AN EXAM IS A SHITTY FEELING, especially if your the top one student. In that case, your really having a bad week. All your friends tried to cheer you up by buying you ice cream, or going shopping— but nothing seems to work. You couldn’t just help but be disappointed at yourself.

“Y/n are you sure you don’t want to go to the party? I’m really worried.” Lia pouts and rests her head on the wall beside your locker, watching you take your stuff out. “Yes i’m fine. It isn’t the end of the world…I’ll get over this.” You sighed heavily and stopped your actions once you saw a folded paper. “What’s that?” Yuna peeked behind your shoulder with an amused look.

“Probably one of her admirers. You know our Y/n, all pretty and smart and sexy.” Ryujin wiggles her eyebrows to tease you. A small chuckle left your lips and you passed her a playful glare. You opened the small piece of paper.

hi y/n! i know your having a bad week, but i believe in you! i’m sure you could do it! don’t worry about failing the test, your a winner anyways. a winner of my heart that is ;) - o.s

“What does it say?” Yuna squealed in excitement. “Awww, that’s so sweet! This man has to be the most sweetest ever to exist.” Lia gushed and gasped at the last part, “and flirty too”. Ryujin giggled, “o.s huh? Who has a name of that? It’s so anonymous.”

“Aren’t secret admirers so romantic and cute?” The three girls sighed all at the same time making you shake your head at them and place the note in your sweater’s pocket, “I should be the one who should act that way, not you guys.”

“Is that a smile I see?!”

“Jeez Y/n, a letter from o.s is all it takes to make you smile?!”

“Ayyyyyy!!! My gurl is in love!!!”

“Shut up.” You hissed at them and let out an embarrassed sound, dragging them to English class.

SHOTARO NERVOUSLY CHEWED ON HIS PENCIL WHILE STARING AT YOUR BACK FIGURE IN FRONT OF HIM. He couldn’t stop his right leg from shaking or his heart that’s beating in such a fast pace. “Dude, borrow a pencil.” Jaemin whispered beside him, his eyes still not leaving the English words written in the board. “For what?” He whispered back. “The new student is too cute, I think her name is Kate? I’m going to sketch her and give it to her later at lunch. maybe also ask her out for coffee sometimes.” The older man answers.

The Japanese man glanced down on his chewed pencil and innocently passed it to his seatmate. “What the hell? Did you just place that in your mouth and now your giving it to me?” Jaemin let out a disgusted expression and shivered, moving away slightly from him. “Well your the one who asked for a pencil!” Shotaro whisper-shouted. “Never mind, I’ll just flirt with her and ask for her number. Maybe take notes too so you could use all my techniques for Y/n.”

“I don’t need your help!” Shotaro exclaimed, his cheeks and ears turning red at the sound of your name. His heart beating faster that even he didn’t know it was possible. Jaemin scoffed seeing his reaction and shook his head, “Let’s bet then shall we? If I date Kate even before you could date Y/n, then you win and proved that you do have ‘balls’.”

“I told you, I really have balls.”

“Deal then. May the man with bigger balls win.”

“Mr. Na and Mr. Osaki. I do not appreciate you two talking about who has bigger balls while I discuss nouns and pronouns.” Their teacher appeared in front of them, glaring with vigor at her two students. The whole class giggles to themselves while looking to their side. Shotaro felt shame as he felt like melting more in that exact moment, especially when you turned to face him too with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“YOU TWO DID SOMETHING STUPID, I COULD FEEL IT.” Jeno says as he eyes on the two men in front of him while munching on his sandwich. “Don’t act like you didn’t too. Let’s all be honest here, we all got detention later.” Haechan chuckles under his breath. “I got caught cheating on the exam.” Sungchan sighed heavily, frowning.

“I was late for math,” Jeno shrugged, “made-out with Jihyun in the hallway that I forgot about classes.” Haechan let out high pitched moans, hollowing his cheeks and giving his friend a mischievous look, “Looks like someone got railed today!”.

“How about you Taro? What did you do?” Sungchan nodded at him.

Shotaro glared at Jaemin for a second before sipping on his coffee and placing the bottle on the table, “The teacher caught me and Jaem talking in class.” Jeno sheepishly smiled and hit his best friend’s side, “Your mouth is too huge! Look, you even got our innocent taro in detention.”

“Nahhh, I just helped him. I made a bet about who will ask out a girl first, and whoever did has the biggest balls.” Jaemin smugly said with a hugs smirk resting on his lips, his eyes still never leaving the new student who’s currently sitting alone by the corner. “I have my money on taro.” Sungchan betted, feeling amused.

“No way! It’s Jaemin who’s gonna win. No one ever dared to reject him.” Jeno fought back. Haechan lifted both his hands and shook his head, “Guys, you’ve got it all wrong. Shotaro is never going to confess and the new student is going to reject Jaemin.”

“I’ll confess!”

“Hey, I know she’s into me!”

“We’ll be the judge of that.” Sungchan smirked and wrapped one arm each around Jeno and Haechan’s shoulder.

“HI, YOU MUST BE THE NEW STUDENT.” You smiled warmly at the foreign girl, sitting in front of her. Kate continued to stay silent but you could see as she looked uncomfortable with another presence near her. “Oh no need to be scared or shy! I don’t bite!” Chuckling, you offered your hand for her to shake. She looked a little hesitant but obliged anyways, a small weak smile finally escaping her lips when you both pulled away from each other.

“I’m Kang Y/n, and you are…?”

“Kate. Lee Kate.” She answered in a small voice. “Welcome to our school! how do you like it so far?” you asked. “It’s…fine.” Kate deadpanned. She then took a deep breath and gestured for you to come closer, “But…a bunny looking man keeps staring at me.” You creased your brow in confusion and looked around, catching the school’s infamous playboy, Na Jaemin, staring at her. Your mouth turned into an ‘o’ as you shrugged at the same time, “You mean Na Jaemin? Yeah, don’t mind him— he stares at all woman.”

“He and his group seems scary,” poor Kate mumbled silently and avoided the temptation to glare back at the playboy to not give him a go-signal and bother her more. “Yeah I totally agree. There’s Jung Sungchan who never seems to pass exams, then Lee Haechan who makes everything a joke—including girl’s feelings—and Lee Jeno, who’s dating the bitch of the school. Osaki Shotaro isn’t…he isn’t a jerk though. In fact, he’s really cute and shy.”

“You like him.” Your new found friend accused.

“What? N-No!” You denied, cheeks all red, “well, there are rumors that he likes me but I’m sure he doesn’t! He’s too good for someone like me.” Not even convinced one bit, Kate nodded her head, “Yeahhhh sureeeee.”

—

Shotaro bit on his lip while he scribbled on the small paper he ripped from his notebook, smiling once he’s satisfied and walked towards the direction of your locker. He looked around to check if anyone was looking then sneakily slid it in your locker. The smile that escapes your lips whenever he sees you reading his notes is enough for his heart to swell in happiness.

“One day, I’ll confess my love,” he mumbled to himself while walking back home, “at least before Jaemin gets a girlfriend.”

—

“Yo, what’s the plan?” Sungchan barged in his room. “What plan?” Shotaro asked in confusion. “Umm, how to confess to Y/n and win the bet plan? I betted like, a hundred dollars for you so we better win.” His friend answered and made himself comfortable in his bed.

Shotaro let out a shaky breath and fiddled with his fingers, gulping and looking down, “Look, Sungchan…I don’t want to disappoint you but don’t expect that much. Y/n’s too out of my league, she’s like an angel! And I’m well…yeah.”

“Oh no. No, no, no. You don’t get to say that!,” Sungchan sat up and pointed his index finger at him, “I’m here to help you and I ain’t paying Lee Haechan a hundred dollars— nope. Never.” Shotaro frowned, “then you should’ve been in Jaemin’s side!”.

“You kidding? The new student doesn’t even look back at his way. I’m sure he’s having a much more hard time then you do.”

“How could you even say that? He’s the Na Jaemin and I’m just Osaki Shotaro.” The Japanese boy asked. “Y/n likes you back Taro. It’s so obvious but the two of you are just so blind! It’s really annoying.” Sungchan flickered his forehead then exits his room as if he never went in randomly without knocking in the first place. Shotaro was left alone to think deeply.

If what sungchan said is true…then you really are waiting for him “in the castle”—like what Haechan says—. That’s it, he’s really going to confess. Nothing is going to stop him now. And if you reject him…

Well…

…

What if you reject him?

Shotaro shook the thoughts in his head off and then proceeded to plan on how to confess, his biology homework forgotten on his desk.

“WHAT’S WITH THE FLOWERS?” Jeno asked with creased brows. All his friends stared at him making Shotaro smile and place the flowers gently on the table, “It’s the second step of my plan. I also got chocolates and made exactly 50 letters because that’s Y/n’s favorite number.” Haechan nodded with a proud look, “What was the first step?”.

“Be a man. I talked to myself in the mirror and gathered all my confidence.”

“Works all the time, doesn’t it?” Sungchan cockily smirked and wiggled his eye brows at Jaemin, “and what’s your progress?”. Jaemin had a huge pout on his lips with his arms crossed across his chest— obviously sulking, “I talked to Kate, but she declined my offer in walking her home. Like, who does she think she is?!”.

Haechan sighed, “come on man! A hundred dollars is at stake, I believed on you!”. Jaemin ignored the tanned man and was the first one to enter the school’s ground. “Ignore him. Besides the fact that I might loose $100, I’m really proud you overcame your fear.” Jeno congratulated Shotaro.

Shotaro gulped and forced out a smile.

They didn’t even know the rest of the plan yet..

—

This is it.

Shotaro got Sungchan and Jeno to carry the huge banner, and Haechan ready to sing a love song. Jaemin (even if he’s still couldn’t believe he’s loosing) also offered to help by playing the piano. Everything is ready and perfect that even students starts to crowd around them, excited about what was about to happen. All that is needed is for you to appear too.

“Is she coming yet? My arms hurt.” Sungchan complained and sighed. “Patience, it’s for our Taro anyways.” Jaemin hushes him. “Easy for you to say, you’re just sitting down.” The taller man glared at him.

“Y/n! You gotta come to the gym court, right now!” Yuna grabbed both your shoulders and shook you. With widened eyes, you stuttered, “W-What? W-Why?”.

“Just go” Ryujin walked from behind her with Lia clinging on her side. “You guys aren’t going to murder me right?”, you joked, letting yourself be dragged to the gym. “If we would, we would probably do it in the dark not in the school grounds.” Kate chuckles and wraps one arm around your shoulder while walking.

“They’re here! They’re here!” Jeno cried out.

Everyone got to their places and Shotaro’s grip on the flowers and the gifts turned tighter. His knees felt weak and sweat started to form on his forehead. He could hear the piano playing, the singing voice of Haechan, the crowd whispering to themselves— it was all too much.

Shotaro doesn’t like being in the spotlight even if he’s friends with the most famous boys in school, and that is the reason why he avoided parties and stayed silent in the corner. He hates being the center and now he is. The moment your eyes met his, he knew it was his end.

“I c-can’t do this,” he whispered then passed the flowers to Jaemin before pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and escape the crowd. “What the...?” Haechan stopped singing too and exchanged looks with the rest of the boys. “Well that wasn’t expected.” Ryujin laughed nervously. You glanced at the banner then at the romantic decorations around the gym that Shotaro seemed to prepare and clenched your fist, “I-I’ll be right back”.

“Wait Y/n! Where are you going?!”

You ignored Lia’s calls and followed after Shotaro.

“That’s a shame, I really liked how romantic everything was planned.” Kate frowned then shrugged, planning to walk away when someone grabbed her arm and turned her around. She raised a brow and faced the man who stopped her. “Then let’s not put everything to waste.” Jaemin passed her a small smirk and nudged the flowers that were thrown on him on her side.

Kate sighed and clicked her tongue, passing him a rude look, “If I kick you on your dick would you shut up and leave me alone?”, before walking out of the gym.

Jeno howled, “Jaemin has the smallest balls!”, making Jaemin glare at him, “shut up!”.

YOU FOUND HIM SIT BY THE EMPTY CLASSROOM, looking all peaceful and sad. With a shaky breath, you entered. Shotaro’s eyes lit up at the sight of you and stood up almost immediately, “H-Hey”.

“HI.” You smiled and chuckled, “What was that out there?”.

“A mistake,” Shotaro smiled bitterly and made you sit down before standing up beside you, “I’m sorry. Me and my friends made a bet and your included.” You were silent for the next few seconds and that’s the moment where he knew, he knew you really don’t like him—

“Sooo, your feelings for me were fake?”

“No! Not at all! I liked you ever since first year of high school.” Shotaro’s eyes widened as he shook his head, his whole body tensing up. You laughed slightly, “Relax, I was kidding! I…already kind of know that your o.s who’s giving me sweet letters that always makes my day.”

“O-Oh?”

“I prefer small confession letters stuck up in my locker then a public confession. You see, I-I really hate it when everyone’s eyes are on me so thank you for not continuing on.” You shyly admitted and looked around on your feet. Both your cheeks turned red and Shotaro couldn’t help but smile like an idiot while ripping a part of a piece of paper and grabbing a pen from his pocket.

Want to get coffee sometimes? - o.s

“Yes please,” you giggled after reading his note and Shotaro took a seat beside you, a smile still resting on his face. After a few minutes of shared awkward laughs and lovesick gazes, you decided to take a step and slowly laid your head on his shoulder. For a second, his heart stopped beating and then picked up it’s pace again.

Shotaro also did a bold move and slowly intertwine both your fingers together, “I’ll pick you up on your class later?”. You hummed and looked up to meet his eyes and another laugh escaped both your lips.

Osaki Shotaro may be a chicken at times, but at least he has bigger balls. (Jaemin lost)

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fieryfantasybooklover · 4 years

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My Heart Incarnate - A Sanders Sides fic

Ships: Prinxiety, Demus, Logicality

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Thomas was in love. Deeply, happily, in love. And the best part of it? It was reciprocated. Thomas had been gushing for months about the dark-haired boy he had met on a plane. They had exchanged numbers after sitting next to each other on said plane, and that’s all it took. Thomas was smitten after one date, and here they were still going strong. The man’s name was Chris, and he was smart, witty, kind, and best of all, in love with Thomas. Chris was even supposed to be moving in soon. This complete, utter love had massively positive benefits for all the sides, though it sent the right brain sides into a total tailspin.

This, of course, led each right brain to shower their boyfriends in utter affection, whether or not they were ready for it. Logan could barely get work done, because Patton was cuddling him 24/7 and Logan didn’t have the heart to push Patton away. Especially when the moral side was showering him in compliments and things like “Oh Lo-Lo you’re so amazing!”, “You’re so smart and capable and everythingggg.”, and “I love you so muchhh.” Oblivious or uncaring to Logan’s scarlet face and shifting into the human form of a microsoft error sound, Patton continued to shovel love at Logan.

Roman was, if possible, was even worse. He serenaded Virgil whenever he entered the room, covered the anxious side’s room in roses, and was constantly giving Virgil gifts of chocolates, fancy clothes, and yet more flowers. Virgil had taken to living in his hoodie and a permanent state of being flustered. Though he would deny it, Virgil was a sucker for shows of affection, so he didn’t once tell Roman to stop, even though Logan and Janus teased him mercilessly about it. But when Roman was declaring his undying love for Virgil with gifts and statements like “I will love my dark god and my prince forever! He deserves everything the world has to offer!”, Virgil chose blushing in silence over yelling at his friends.

Finally, there was Remus. Already eccentric, Thomas’s love-filled state of mind didn’t help anything. Remus pulled Janus into dancing whenever he saw him, Janus having neither the willpower nor want to stop him. Remus was restrictive with his real, true affection, so Janus didn’t mind. What he did mind however were pranks that Remus thought were romantic but were truly annoying. Overall, Thomas was smitten in love, the left-brain sides were flustered messes on the receiving end of love, and the right-brain sides were feeling the effects of Thomas’s love and were slowly losing their minds to love, orbiting their boyfriend’s like the planets orbit the sun.

The closer Chris got to moving in, the more crazy and lovestruck Roman, Patton, and Remus got and the more acts of affection they showed. It was the most intense the week before Thomas’s boyfriend moved in, reaching near unattainable heights the night before moving day. Logan, Virgil, and Janus were definitely not ready or prepared for what was about to happen.

“Here you go!” Logan said while handing Virgil and Janus plates heaped with breakfast food. Today was the day that Chris was moving in. “Eat it up and enjoy it. I get the feeling us three are going to need our energy today. As if on cue, massive noise began rattling through the mindscape, showing no signs of stopping. “Ah yes. That would be it.” Janus said in response to the signs. “Oh hell no. Can I please go and hide in my room?”

“Prepare yourself Virgil. I don’t think retreating to your room is going to stop Roman.” Janus replied, casting a glance toward the side currently to hide his entire body in his hoodie. “Don’t think you’re safe Logan! I’m willing to bet that Patton is going to be the worst of them all!” Virgil hissed. Logan didn’t reply or turn around from preparing more coffee, but both Virgil and Janus could see that he was brilliantly red. It didn’t take long for the other three sides to burst into the room, laden with gifts, chocolates, and a myriad of other things.

Patton wasted no time tackling Logan to the ground, covering him in kisses and spewing happiness and love. Logan, brilliantly red with his hair messed all over his face, managed a muttered “Yeah, I love you too Pat.” Patton, squealing incredibly loudly, pulled Logan up and onto the couch. Logan struggled futily to escape, but Patton was having none of it. “Uh uh Lo. You’re going to stay right here where I can love you forever.” Logan, close to the point of steam whistling out of his ears, surrendered and let Patton cuddle him. Logan did try to escape a few times, but Patton quickly turned to tickling, claiming “I don’t hear your adorable laugh enough!” Logan quickly stopped trying to escape, and the reward of Patton’s beautifully cute smile was enough. Finally, for the first time in ages, Logan allowed himself to smile and be in the arms of the one he loved and relax.

Meanwhile, Roman was very busy making Virgil very aware of how much he loved him. Virgil was now the recipient of every single possible gift Roman had thought to gather. The poor anxious side was stammering and stuttering, running his hands through his hair and doing his best to not melt. Finally, Virgil just snapped, leaped forward, grasped Roman’s face gently and kissed him full on the mouth, whispering “Just kiss me. That’s all you ever need to do. My heart and soul are already yours.” The pair stood there, the gifts forgotten on the floor, as they kissed so deeply they forgot what being without love and euphoria felt like in the first place, and as thoughts ran through both Virgil’s and Roman’s head, most along the lines of “I love you so much you don’t even know. You deserve this many shows of love every single day. So I can chase away all your demons and replace them with affection and love.”

And finally, Remus and Janus. Remus hadn’t brought gifts and didn’t like to cuddle. Janus knew this and loved him all the more for it. Because Janus knew that those were the layers he put up to block himself from pain and betrayal. Janus knew, because he had the same barriers, barriers that were only just now starting to fall. “It’s ok, my love. I know who you are, and I still love you. The world would crumble to ashes and dust, and I would still be in love with you.” Janus said softly, weak in the knees from the relief in Remus’s eyes. Crossing the room, Janus brought his love close in a hug and allowed himself to be pulled into a slow dance. Gazing into the opposite’s eyes, Janus and Remus felt themselves, for the first time in far too long, relax. They felt, for the first time in perhaps ever, their hearts beginning to truly warm.

A single mainstream thought filled all of the side’s minds at that moment. A thought that would dominate every side’s mind well into the future. “You are what fills my mind at every waking moment and you are what haunts my dreams when I’m asleep. You are my soul and my spirit. I have so much love for you that I think sometimes I might burst. I have so much love for you and I always will. You are my heart incarnate.”

And that’s how the day ended. Each pair wrapped up in the other’s arms, content to stay there until the end of time. Because no matter what the future might hold, the sides would be there for their loves. No matter if Thomas stayed with this boy, or if he met somebody else. The love the sides had for the others would never cease or fade. It would last into and beyond the great unknown.

#virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders #duke remus #janus sanders #cute #adorable #love #megans writing

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lokissweater · 5 years

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Little Darling

Soldier!Harry Styles x Reader

Summary: Harry falls in love with the pretty nurse that takes care of him during the war.

Warnings: none my bbys :*

Authors Note: oh my god, the response i got from flower boy was insaaane y’all made me cry happy tears for dAYS LMFAO, but honestly thank you so muchhh, and im so sorry i’m been mf gONE i’ve had this and three more drafts in the works and i never got around to finishing them heheh, anyways enjoy!! and if you’ve sent me a request don’t worry i’m also working on that rn and thanks for sending it in! love u! <3

Word Count: 1,998

You had never met anyone like Harry.

“Patient 113! Patient 113!”

Nurses scurried around the small hospital, hundreds of men injured as you hurried your way to the front desk.

“I’ll take him,” You said quickly. “Bring the other ones in.”

You carefully sat him down and wheeled him across the hectic large room and to an open spot.

The side of his face was bloody, and he remained unconscious as doctors lifted his limp body onto the bed. You quickly grabbed gauzes and disinfectants, ridding of the dirt, sweat, and dried up blood off of his face.

“Patients name?” The doctor asked.

You pulled the dog tag from under his uniform and said, “Harry Styles.”

The doctor pressed a stethoscope to his heart and listened, “We have a pulse.”

He then wiped his forehead in exhaustion. “From the looks of it, he took a blow to the head and fell unconscious, but he’ll be fine.” He then hung the tool around his neck. “He’s all yours now y/n, just clean him up and call me when he wakes.”

“Yes sir.”

Then, you hadn’t thought anything of him. Just another patient you anxiously wanted to save because unfortunately the one before, couldn’t be.

But when Harry awoke, his dazed eyes drifted around the room, and once he regained his senses and actually looked at you, he didn’t hesitate to say that you were the most beautiful little thing he had ever seen.

This, of course, made you roll your eyes and blame it on the antibiotics, but he stood by his word and would even go as far as to request for you if a different nurse came to tend to him.

You had grown to love his unruly hair and sense of humor, but most of all, were his eyes. They reminded you of the trees your grandmother used to grow around her small cabin in the middle of no where, and from time to time would pick a sparkling emerald leaf to place gently in your small palm for good luck.

Now every leaf she had ever given you was stowed away in an old jewelry box inside your attic, brittle and brown. But each time you looked into Harry’s eyes, it was as if your childhood never left, as if the leaves never dried out, and as if your grandmother never died.

You spent a great deal of time taking care of him, and as soon as he recovered he took you out on a date by the river; picking small daisies to card gently behind your ear. It was sweet, his cute dimples evident as he smiled at you. The air was fresh and calm, and the sight of Harry on the grass, palms spread behind him with his head tilted back, sun adorning his features, was a sight hard to forget.

He’d always call you his little darling and made sure you were absolutely happy at all times. You were his sunshine, and it wasn’t hard for him to fall in love with you.

All of this was short lived though when you received devastating news. Harry was to be drafted again, and the area was no where near where you were at the moment, meaning if Harry got hurt you wouldn’t be able to treat him.

And if he died, you wouldn’t know until weeks after.

When he told you, you cried your eyes out while he got down on his knees, hands placed firmly on your arms.

“Little darling, hey, don’t you cry,” He wiped the tears off of your puffy cheeks with one hand and sighed. “I’ll come back to you, I promise you baby, don’t you cry.”

“Harry you could die!-”

“I won’t.” He said firmly. “You really think i’d leave you that easily sunshine? You’re gonna have to chase me to the ends of the earth to even give you a minute by yourself.”

That had made you laugh, and he wrapped his arms around you as he stood back up. “I’ll come back. I’ll write to you everyday a-and send you the very first flower I see. I’ll be back before you know it.”

You only nodded into his chest, a soft smile on your face, “I love you.”

Harry tightened his hold around you and rested his chin on top of your head.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. “I want to hear it one more time before I go.”

Harry kept his word and wrote to you as often as he could, but you still spent each and every day worrying for him and his safety. You had taken note of the increasing amount of men that came piling into the small hospital you worked at, and the injuries only seemed to worsen. You’d ask Harry what was going on in your letters, but he’d write back saying that everything was fine, and ultimately change the subject.

“Our men are dying,” One of the nurses had said to you as she patched up an unconscious soldier, “Many won’t come home.”

That made you sick to your stomach, and it didn’t help when after two years since Harry’s departure, his letters abruptly stopped coming soon after. The last one he had sent was dated a month ago, and it read:

Dear y/n,

How are you my little darling? Are you happy and well? I hope you are. I miss your pretty face.

Something tragic happened. My best mate died on field yesterday, and I have never felt such remorse in my entire life. It’s getting harder to stay alive my love, and when I saw his still body in the dirt, all I saw was red.

But I’m still alive. When I woke up this morning I saw a single daisy in the midst of gravel and mud, and it reminded me of you. You’re surrounded by horrible people and an awful environment but you remain brilliant. I’ve never met anyone like you.

If I don’t make it, just know how much I truly, deeply love you, and you’ve made me the happiest man alive. My days with you are memories I’ll never forget.

See you soon baby.

- HS

Below was a small daisy taped carefully onto the bottom of the page, and you cried looking at it once more before folding the letter back up and stuffing it in the pocket of your uniform.

“Any news?” One of the nurses said. Another sighed and shook her head.

“All radios are down. No one knows a thing.”

“Its been almost a full day,” You mumbled. “I think we’ve lost the war.”

A gloom of realization spread across the room, nurses and doctors with a defeated expression. It was silent, and everyone seemed to zone out until one of your close friends sat herself down on a chair next to you.

“Has he written?” She whispered.

“No. I’m starting to think-”

“Don’t say it,” She scooted closer to you. “He’s okay and you know it. You’re his sunshine, remember?”

You smiled sadly, “I do, but he hasn’t written in a month.”

“Maybe he can’t find paper,” She shrugged. “Or a pen.”

“Maybe he’s-”

“We won! We won the war!”

Everyone abruptly stood, chairs screeching against the tile floor. You quickly ran down the hall along with other nurses and into a different room. Others were already hunched over a small table that held a working radio.

“Our men are coming home!”

Cheers and cries filled the air, and you stood frozen as many wrapped their arms around you in joy.

Word was that the veterans were to return in a train arriving in about an hour, and you wasted no time in slipping on your jacket and running with many others to the station. You couldn’t even be bothered to remove your uniform, the love of your life was finally coming home.

Upon arrival, people were buzzing with anticipation and happiness. Personal space didn’t seem to be a thing as everyone waited for the train to pull in, and once it did, the shouting commenced.

Man after man came hopping out of the train, beaten up expressions but nonetheless with a smile on their faces, yet none of them were Harry. You stood on your tippy toes to get a better look, but you were still overrun by the people in front of you.

You couldn’t help but smile as you saw a woman with two kids clutching onto a soldier next to you, their children’s small arms wrapped around their father’s legs. You thanked your lucky stars that at least they got their happy ending, and pushed yourself through the crowd to get to the front.

It became apparent after a little while though, that you may not have gotten your happy ending. As the area dispersed and became empty, your vision blurred with tears. You couldn’t believe it, you didn’t want to believe it.

He said he’d come back, you thought.

A gust of wind blew through your hair, and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself for comfort and for warmth. You screwed your eyes shut and tilted your head back, tear drops slipping into your hair. In the midst of feeling the warm sun caress your face, you imagined Harry calling out to you in the distance, calling you his little darling again just like he’d done many times before.

Except you hadn’t.

When you opened your eyes, a tall figure stood a couple feet away from you, and you rid your eyes from the remaining tears to see who it was.

“H-Harry?”

He smiled warmly at you, tears pricking the corner of his eyes.

When he got off the train, the sight of you standing there, wind whirling through your hair with your head tilted back; sun adorning your features and a pained expression, was a sight hard to forget.

But as he looked at you now, doe eyes wide that gleamed of hope and disbelief, the days out on field and the awful deserts meant nothing to him. The days of treterous fear, the cold nights where he felt nothing but alone, meant absolutely nothing to him.

But you, you meant everything to him.

“Hey little darling.” He said gently, fingers reaching out to touch yours. The warmth that radiated from your hand brought him back to reality and reassured him that he wasn’t dreaming.

At his words, you breathed out a laugh and threw your arms around his neck, and Harry in response scooped you up off the ground, taking note of the familiar strawberry scented shampoo you always used.

“I thought you died,” you whispered in his ear.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily baby cakes.” He said playfully, kissing your cold cheek.

You laughed and pulled your head back to look at him. He looked as handsome as you remembered, but he looked so worn out. The bags under his eyes and slow blinking clearly indicated that he was exhausted, and you smiled warmly, softly kissing his cheek.

“Let’s go home.”

Home.

What he’d been waiting for. The place he wanted to share with you, the place where he wanted to wake up and one day find the smell of pancakes and honey smothering your shared bedroom, and maybe, just maybe, with two little hands grabbing at his face to get him to wake up.

He nodded at you then, fingers laced with yours as you walked along the train station. The setting sunlight highlighted Harry’s green eyes; and they were soft, looking out into the streets ahead of you that held nothing but love yet still vigilant, and you were reminded of your grandmother once more.

“Harry?” you called suddenly.

“Yes, little darling?”

“How come you didn’t write to me these last few months?”

He smiled at you lazily and gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, running a soothing hand over your lower back.

“Couldn’t find paper, my love.” He hummed, “Or a damn pen.”

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The Windows to Your Soul

hi lovely! could you please write a daryl x reader fic where the reader and ricks squad go to the hilltop after negan leaves alexandria and the reader and daryl have a fluffy reuniting? thank you so muchhh :-)

Wow, halfway through these requests! I can’t believe it. Only took me almost a freaking year, right? Jesus. But anyways, I’m excited to finish all these requests because I really, really miss the stories I was writing. I did update No Regrets if anyone was waiting on that. If you want me to update Beauty of A Secret let me know 😊 but for now, enjoy this one shot my loves!

No one had ever made you feel the way Daryl did. He didn’t bring home flowers or hold you in his arms when you went to sleep but you never once questioned his feelings about you. He made his feelings known in the most subtle of ways. So subtle that one would have to pay close attention to catch it. But you knew Daryl so well that you could spot it right away. Everything he was too uncomfortable to say was all in his eyes. He adored you and you knew it. You could see it in the way his baby blue eyes would light up when you walked into the room, the way he cracked a smile that reached his eyes when you came to bed every night. He was never one to tell you how he felt but he also rarely ever needed to. He was very readable, his eyes spoke powerfully.

A few nights ago, you’d met Negan for the first time. He’d trapped you like helpless animals, cornered you. You hoped and prayed that Daryl hadn’t encountered him but then you saw him being dragged out of a van along with Rosita, Glenn, and Michonne. His right shoulder, normally tanned from constant sun exposure was stained red. His skin was pale and slick with sweat, dark circles under his eyes. How long had Negan left him bleeding like this? If you weren’t so frightened, you would’ve gotten up to sit with him. His eyes, normally so full of emotion he could never express with words, were now empty.

You wondered how things would’ve gone if you’d made different choices. What if you’d convinced Daryl not to leave that morning? What if you went after him alone instead of allowing Michonne, Glenn, and Rosita to go? What if the entire group’s fear hadn’t paralyzed them? What if Daryl hadn’t swung at Negan with his last ounce of strength? Perhaps these things could’ve saved Abraham and Glenn’s lives. It could’ve saved Daryl from being taken away. You couldn’t help but think that you would never see him again as a blonde man with a scar on the left side of his face grabbed Daryl under his arms and tossed him back into the van he’d been dragged out of earlier.

You only had to be concerned for Daryl’s life for the next three days as Negan arrived at Alexandria a few days early. The color was back in Daryl’s face but his eyes were emptier than ever and they’d taken his clothes and replaced them with some sweatshirt and sweat pants. And his blue eyes were emptier than ever before. He only lifted his head a few times, not daring to make eye contact with anyone, not even you or Rick. You knew it was important to play by Negan’s rules for the time being, especially considering the fact that he’d taken all of your guns. But you wanted to hurt Negan and his guys as badly as he’d hurt every single one of you.

But was any of it enough for Negan? No, of course not.

It wasn’t enough until his guys kicked the shit out of Aaron. It wasn’t enough until he’d completely mutilated and murdered Spencer. It wasn’t enough until he had poor Olivia shot and killed because Rosita made a rash decision and tried to shoot him. It wasn’t enough until he took Eugene away.

“It can’t be like this anymore,” you said to Rick after Negan was gone. The group was in the process of cleaning up the mess Negan had made of Spencer while Carl and Tara helped move Olivia’s body for a proper burial. Rick was barely listening, staring at the pool of blood with some blood spatter on the pool table Spencer and Negan had set up in the street. You touched his shoulder, gently pulling on him, “Rick.”

“Hm?” Rick turned to you, his eyes welled up with tears, “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I know it can’t.”

“So, what do we do?” you asked, “Where do we go from here?”

“We uh…” Rick sighed, “We go to Hilltop. We’re gonna need everyone working together on this.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, “We kill Negan, we get his guys out of our hair, we get Daryl and Eugene back, everything will be alright.”

Rick nodded, “Definitely. We just gotta convince Hilltop to join us.”

“Well, Maggie and Sasha have been staying there for a while,” you said, “And Jesus is our friend too. We’ll have some people there to prove our case. Although, we have common goals. It shouldn’t be that hard to convince them.”

“We should get going soon then,” Rick said, “In the next few hours kinda soon.”

“Say no more,” you replied, “I’ll get a group together. You get the RV ready to go.”

While you got the group together to head out for Hilltop, you made sure Aaron was alright and that Olivia and Spencer got their proper burials. Spencer was a pain in the ass, especially towards the end of his life but it still hurt somewhat to lose him. And even though it felt like it was in poor taste, you had to find another baby-sitter for Judith to replace Olivia. Rick probably should’ve handled that but he was stressed and overwhelmed. You wanted to give him a few less things to worry about.

Once you took care of everything, you and the group were off to Hilltop. Driving there made you a little anxious. The last time you tried taking this RV to Hilltop, Negan had cornered you and killed two of your own. He’d dragged you down into this darkness you weren’t sure you’d ever pull out of. Even with Hilltop’s assistance, it felt like there was no end in sight. And as much as you tried to have your priorities in order, you couldn’t help but think everything would work out if you just had Daryl back, as if he was the most crucial part. Well, he was in your world.

You missed him. You missed those strong arms, his bravery, and those blue eyes so full of life. The man you saw in sweats and covered in dirt and bruises wasn’t the same man you fell in love with. Negan tried to steal that man from you. But you refused to let that happen.

Michonne had taken over driving for you about halfway through the trip after it came to her attention that you weren’t sleeping much. With so many balls in the air, you were too anxious to sleep. Somewhere during the trip, you must’ve dozed off because what felt like five minutes later, you found yourself lying on the little sofa being shaken by Tara.

“Hey,” she said softly, patting your arm, “We’re here. Maggie’s fine, we know that much.”

“How do you know?” you inquired.

“She’s on guard duty,” Tara replied, “She’s about to open the gates for us. Come on.”

Tara helped you onto your feet, keeping a firm grip on your elbow as you stepped out of the RV together. The gate was opening as the two of joined the rest of the group. Maggie was standing at the other side of the gate with a teary smile on her face. Rick was the first to wrap her up in a hug.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better,” you remarked, “Is the baby alright?”

“The baby is fine,” Maggie said, “We both are.”

“That’s great,” you said, reaching out to touch her flat stomach, “Things are just finally looking up.”

“We’re gonna fight,” Rick added.

Maggie nodded with a grinning as if to say, “About time,” but instead of saying that, she just stepped closer to the group, sharing a hug with Michonne and Tara. You looked around at all the people giving you curious glances, “Think we can get everyone on board? Where’s Jesus? Maybe he can help.”

“Right there,” Maggie said. She pointed towards the bungalows as Jesus came around the corner to see where all the commotion was coming from. A man was following him, a man you barely recognized. But your heart stopped when you saw him. Maggie reached out and nudged you forward, “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

You found yourself sobbing without even realizing it. Daryl was standing there, frozen in shock when he saw you. It couldn’t be real. Daryl couldn’t be standing there alive and well, close enough for you to touch, to hug, to kiss. Even Daryl looked like he would cry right there. This man, who never let you see his emotions, was trying not to cry in front of you.

“What’re you waiting for?” Maggie giggled, pushing you softly, “Go to him.”

“Daryl,” you blubbered as you took off running across the field. Daryl braced himself, pressing his lips together as he opened his arms to you. You leapt into his arms and wrapped your legs around his body. He threw his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. You never thought you’d get to feel his warmth again, feel the scratching of his beard against your skin. His tears dropped onto your shoulder as you heard whimpers coming from him.

“I can’t believe it,” you whispered, “How…how did you…get out of there?”

“Not important,” Daryl said, stroking your hair, “Important thing is, I’m here now, ya hear? Gotta tell ya somethin’, somethin’ I never let myself say before.”

“Of course,” you said, “Anything.”

Daryl held your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. He was embarrassed, you could tell. With all eyes on him, he was nervous and uncomfortable. But it didn’t stop him from pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was more intense and passionate than any kiss he’d ever given you before. He kissed you over and over before finally pulling away and resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he spoke in a whisper, “I love you, Y/N.”

“Daryl,” you said, “I love you too.”

“Being there…gave me time to think,” Daryl said, “Thought about you, about us. Knew that even though we were together, you and me, that I always kept ya at a distance. And I never wanted that. I thought I’d die there without you knowin’ how I’ve always felt about ya.”

You pushed his sweat soaked hair away from his face to look into his eyes once more. The life he had was back with added fire. He meant what he said. You always knew he loved you without having to hear him say it. But to hear those words made you feel like you were floating. Daryl was here, he was alive, and he was back. That man who’d stolen your heart was back. And he wasn’t going anywhere. Ever again.

I was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago. I have to be up at 5am tomorrow but I wanted to get this one shot out to you guys!! 😊

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Am I making you nervous? - Zach Dempsey

Request: zach is your brother's best friend. you just finished highschool abroad and go back to your country. and ur brother introduces zach to you. You and him are being close and finally you two date

Word count: 1284

A/N: Okay guys I’m officially back! no excuses anymore! I’ve been extremly occupied with school but I passed all my exams i had to redo this summer and i’m officially going to my 3th year of psychology without extra courses! Hope you guys don’t hate me for this! and by the way how hotttt is this gif!!

Life was being really crazy. You just finished highschool abroad and you were getting offers from some serious universities who wanted you in their sports program which was pretty cool. But the thing you were looking forward the most right now was finally seeing your brother back. He was having his last weeks of high school before he graduated too. You and your brother, Montgomery, were pretty much the same except your temper was a little calmer, you understood each other without even saying a word. It really was a unique bond. You walked to Liberty high since you knew your brother had his own car so he could drive the two of you back home. You placed yourself against the front of his car and waited there. He didn’t know you got back, since you were a week early, so it was a pretty big surprise. You heard the school bell ring and it didn’t take long before you saw a group of guys in blue lettermans joking and playing around while they were walking to their cars. Suddenly one of them noticed you and punched Monty against his shoulder and pointed towards you, a wide smile already appearing on your face. His gaze shifted towards you when his mouth fell agape, Montgomery dropped everything he had and ran over towards you while you did the same. He hugged you tightly, picked you up and turned you around many time until you were feeling dizzy.

“I missed you sooo muchhh y/n.”

“I missed you too Mont.” You said back while burying yourself in your brothers chest, when you looked around you saw all the guys in lettermans looking confused at the two of you and some of them woohing at the two of you.

“Dude it’s my sister, behave. Soo Y/N all these idiots, idiots y/n.” which made you laugh pretty hard. Monty still hadn’t changed a bit.

“So milkshakes at Rosie’s so you can tell me everything that happened abroad?”

“I’m in! Bye guys!” you said and rushed into the car and so that happened. Montgomery ordered the best milkshake you had ever tasted and you talked for hours about all the universities you could go to, all the medals you won and what his plans were since he was killing the baseball game. You had missed your brother very much and you were over the moon you were finally back home. The night went by and you slept in until noon because of your jetlag. No one was home and you hated a silent house so you decided to plug your earphones in and listen some music while you were brushing your teeth, you put on an oversized shirt and just some comfy panties to walk downstairs. You walked straight to the kitchen and started cooking while singing and dancing a little on your music. You turned around to find a plate when you saw your brother and some other stranger standing in front of you, your brother laughing his ass of the other one not sure where he had to look since you weren’t wearing any pants.

“What are you doing home? Don’t you have school?” you said while pulling you shirt down.

“Seems like I don’t, doesn’t it.” he grinned. “Oh and this is Zach, my best friend. Zach my sister.”

Zach smiled a little uncomfortable when he greeted you. You had to admit even tho the situation was pretty awkward Zach looked pretty hot. He was wearing a loose shirt but his muscles were big enough to still show through and you always had a soft spot for tall guys.

“Y/N we were planning on meeting at the beach whit a couple people in 20 minutes, do you want to join?”

“Yeah sure let me just put on some pants!” you said while walking to your room pulling your shirt over your butt so no one could see that. When you were ready and walked down the stairs you overheard Zach and your brother.

“Dude you never told me your sister was so cute.”

“Yeah she’s a cutie, it runs in the family.” You felt kind of flattered and a little more confident for the rest of the day. You waited another minute to let the blush get of your face before you went down. You and the boys left and met with other people at the beach. They were all swimming while you decided to tan a little. You were lost in your music, again, when you felt water drip on your back. You opened your eyes to see Zach, looking like a god in the sunlight with his wet hair slowly drying himself of, stand next to you.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t want to make you wet.” You couldn’t help but laugh at what he said.

“You’re the first guy I know to apologize for that.”

“Oh god I didn’t mean to..”

“It’s okay Zach I was joking.”

“Wow you and your brother really do have the same kind of humour.” Zach said smiling while sitting down next to you and by that the two of you started to really kick it off. You got to know Zach better and better and he really was a good person by heart. He started to take you on cute secret dates and when he came by to play video games with your brother he lied about going to the toilet just so he could pass by your room. You never met such a hopeless romantic as Zach was. All the little messages he sent to you, the flowers you sometimes found on your bed, the incredible food he bought you, just everything he did. You were obviously developing some strong feelings for Zach and you really hoped he felt the same way. Weeks went by and it was finally your brother’s graduation day and you were extremely excited. You were the nicest dress and heels you could find and accompanied your parents towards the ceremony. The ceremony went by and your brother was finally graduated and you couldn’t be happier for him. You knew how much he hated high school and how badly he wanted to get out there. Your parents were giving Montgomery a nonstop speech about how proud they were when you decided to go find the toilet. Suddenly you were pulled aside by a strong arm, you quickly realised it was Zach.

“Where did you suddenly come from??” you asked still a little shocked.

“I followed you, guess you were lost in your own world again.” Zach winked. Zach and you were looking each other in the eyes and their fell a silence between the two of you, getting a little lost in each others eyes. Zach softly put a peace of hair out of your face and stroked your cheek. Your heart was beating on an extremely high pace, were you finally going to kiss Zach today?

“You look incredibly beautiful today y/n.”

“Th-thanks.”

“Am I making you nervous?” Zach said while cupping your chin and bringing your face closer. Before you could answer you felt Zach’s lips on yours and fireworks going of in your whole body. Was this really happening? Are you really kissing Zach Dempsey? You wished this moment would never end but of course it did.

“We should tell your brother.”

“Tell him what?”

“That you’re my girl, I hope?”

“Yeah we should tell him.” You laughed and you kissed Zach again, you only had one kiss but you were already an addict for his lips.

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