#tiny glimpse of sunlight

[sillysowa]

Could you do a lil one-shot of Hobie and fem reader on a road trip, reader driving until he takes the wheel since she took too many distracted stops at roadside shops. That’s until he takes his own stop this time but it involves him on her lap🤭 or not, nsfw or sfw- just a lil idea <3

Not gonna lie, I started writing this request and half way through I realized I read it wrong. Hobie on her lap caught me off guard and I didn’t quite understand how to do that in a car (or what your specific idea was) but I hope this is satisfactory—I went with a switch reader vibe!

I WANNA BE SEDATED!

PAIRING: HOBIE BROWN X FEM!READER

GENRE: SMUT! PWP

WORD COUNT: 1.2K

WARNINGS: USE OF Y/N, USE OF PET-NAMES, SEX IN A CAR, SLIGHTLY DOM READER AT POINTS, VAGINAL SEX

AUTHORS NOTE: NOT PROOFREAD SO THERE MAY BE SLIGHT MISTAKES!

SYNOPSIS: WHATS A ROAD TRIP WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND WITH NO SEX ON THE HIGHWAY?

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“Oh my god, Hobie! This one looks cute!” You gush for about the sixth time in the past two hours, pulling off into another local cafe in a small town. The car swings to the side as you enter the tiny parking lot and Hobie’s lanky frame bangs around in his seat as he clings to the handle on his side,

“Shit! Holy fuck, love! Go easy.” He curses, laughing in complete disbelief at your trash driving. You pull into the small bakery parking lot and bother the shit out of Hobie the entire time you’re inside (he loves it.) He pays for it all and you leave with a couple cases of sweets and pile them into your baskets in the back of the car for safekeeping. You “dust” your hands off, reaching for the drivers side door when Hobie’s hand shoots out and snatches your wrist,

“I don’t think so, dollface. It’s my turn—get your sweet ass in the passenger seat.” Hobie quips, nodding towards the other side of the car. You huff and walk over,

“Your driving isn’t any better than mine!” You say, getting comfortable in your seat and not so discreetly catching glimpses at Hobie’s hands as he turns the car on and shifts it into reverse.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He laughs, his hand over you and firmly on the back of your seat as pulls out of the parking lot.

“Oh shut up.” You snap, sipping your drink and messing with his radio. When he’s noticed this, he quickly stops you,

“Ah-ah-ah! I’m driving, my songs.” He tsks, waving his finger at you all annoyingly and pointing to the cds he brought into your car. (He stole every single one.) You sift through all of them, announcing the titles until Hobie gives you the green light on one,

“Road to ruin, Ramones?”

“Yes! Play that one, love.” He smiles, eyes on the road as you put the CD in. Instantly, loud punk rock fills the car, the both of you getting hype and energetic. Hobie drummed his ring clad fingers over the wheel, thrashing his head around and yelling out lyrics, having the time of his life. He stole glances at you—the way your lips locked around the straw of your drink from the cafe, the way you sang along to his favorite songs, and how jaw droppingly gorgeous you look as his passenger princess. It made him feel a certain way, his mischievous side coming out as he pulls over the car in the middle of nowhere on the busy highway.

“Hobie?-“

“Get in the back baby.” Hobie mumbles, that special glint in his eyes as he looks at you, swallowing. You smile widely for a moment before you hurriedly unbuckle and clamor into the backseat with Hobie, a giggling mess. His tall stature struggles in the small car, stumbling around and falling onto the seats. You’re both breathless and laughing, the sunlight fading from view and the only lighting being the cars on the road and the inside lights on in the front seat. Hobie’s under you, kissing you passionately with his hips thrusting up against yours. You break the kiss to suck hickeys into his neck, your whole body shuddering at the sounds he makes,

“A-Ah! Fuck-Don’t stop.” He grunts, his hands finding their way to your hips. You pull back looking him in the eyes, waiting,

“Oh, Y/N don’t make me-“

“Beg.”

“Fuck.” Hobie sighs, looking up at your beautiful smiling eyes, the sadistic look in your them making his cock twitch,

“Please…please don’t stop.” Hobie grunts, his hand reaching up into your hair and tugging it, the moan that leaves your lips a firm reminder of how much you both want this. You grin at him, leaning down and kissing his neck, sucking hickeys right into that sensitive spot of his. Hobie’s hips grind into yours, and you grind back. He’s breathless in the warm air, the windows starting to fog up in the corners.

“Y/N…Y/N.” He moans, reaching up and holding your waist, his fingers dipping under your top as he looks up at you, asking for permission. You nod and he instantly pulls your shirt off of you, nearly cumming at the sight of your tits.

“Fuck…” He groans, sitting up slightly and immediately flicking his tongue over one your nipples, the needy look in his eyes and the sensation driving you insane. Hobie sucks and licks your nipples, biting every now and then, letting out growl-like noises. The bulge in his jeans is hard against your covered pussy, and you feel his need in the sweat on his skin, the agog look in his eyes and the labored breathing that plagues him as he tugs at your pants by the belt loops. Both of you waste no time in stripping completely naked, panting as his loud rock music thrums in your skulls,

“Y-Y/N please,”

“I’m ready, Hobie.” You groan, your pussy rubbing over his hard cock before he grabs your face in his two large hands and kisses you passionately. It’s a mess—you’re both groaning and moaning, so horny you think you could die. Hobie breaks the kiss. his gaze traveling down to where you sink your hips down and he slides all the way inside you. Hobie squeezes his eyes shut at the feeling—warm, wet, walls clenching his cock and threatening to milk him for all he’s got. Hobie feels his adrenaline race and his arms come around your back, pulling your flat against his chest as he fucks you as hard as he can,

“H-Hobie!” You moan, surprised as he aggressively rams into that sweet spot in you, the sound of sex barely heard over the sound of punk rock. The car shakes and your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation of his cock deep inside you, stretching you wide open and leaving you breathless,

“Take it, doll. Take all of it, I know you can—your pussy loves my dick, fuckin’ made for it.” He groans, a mumbling mess drunk on your pussy. He fucks you with a steady rhythm, the cars on the road flying past the both of you with their high beams illuminating the car. Hobie’s eyebrows are pinched, his face warm to the touch and you can what his heart beating rapidly. Your pussy clenches and pulsates, the feeling of being fucked like this leaving you delirious. Your head was fuzzy, and your walls were growing tighter as you neared your orgasm, Hobie dirty-talking you through it.

You feel warm cum spilling out of you as he just beats up your insides. You couldn’t tell how many times you came, all you knew was “Yes!” “More!” and “Hobie~!” Hobie loosened his grip on you just as he was about to cum, moving his head to kiss you while he spills inside you, both of you moaning into each others mouths. It was loud, it was messy, and it was insane. You felt the twitching of his entire length as his warm cum filled your insides, Hobie still pumping into you in your overstimulation. You both had to take a minute to regroup yourselves after that kind of sex, stumbling to sit up and get dressed again,

“Couldn’t help it, you looked so good sucking that straw eatlier.” Hobie confesses as he pulls his jeans on,

You laugh, disbelief al over your face, “That’s what this was about? You fucking pervert!” You laugh, playfully shoving his arm. Hobie smirks,

“I’ll be that if it means fucking you like this.” Hobie says in a deep tone as he grabs your face and kisses you roughly, getting a taste of you one last time before you have to get on the road again.

#across the spiderverse #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x you #hobie spiderverse #spiderman #silly’s fics

[pouringforever]

Mafaldine with Marcella Hazan's iconic tomato sauce recipe, with parmezan and good olive oil on top.

Basking in the tiny glimpse of sunlight we were afforded today.

[goldenfigtree]

Tick Tick Boom

Summary: A tiny glimpse of what it's like to be in a relationship with Leon. More specifically, when Leon gets jealous...

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

“One more day” you murmur to yourself, drawing a red X with a dry erase marker on the calendar hanging on the fridge door. For a normal person, the fact that there was one more day left until their significant other came back from work would be exciting. Yet, your impatience seemed to overpower optimism at the moment. It was killing you on the inside to wake up to, not him but the lonely indent of his side of the bed instead.

So much so, you didn’t get a blink of sleep since he left. Dark shadows of puffiness circled your eyes, contorting as you impatiently rubbed them in hopes that when you stopped, you would be in tomorrow. But no, life didn’t work like that unfortunately. With a groan vibrating in your throat, you plop onto the couch, propping your feet on the coffee table and point the remote at the tv.

Maybe some tv static would drown out the repeated disappointment of experiencing another boyfriend-less day. It wasn’t guaranteed but you’d do anything at this point to try and ease your anticipation. The Gilmore Girls theme song played as per usual, you bobbing your head along with it, the evidence of some strands of your hair defying gravity exposed by the sunlight projecting through the windows of your apartment. Your eyelids began to slowly slide down, luring you to sleep before quickly snapping up. You keep trying to fight off your body’s need for sleep until your vision immediately goes black.

Back to back the episodes played, but you didn’t notice. Head leaned back on the couch’s head rest, your mouth falls agape from the angle. You were out like a light. So deep in slumber, the jingling of keys and the creaking of the front door left you un phased. Kicking off his boots, Leon drops his luggage at the door and follows the sounds of your snoring. A warm smile forming on his lips as he eventually takes in the sight of you fast asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. An amused chuckle leaves his lips,

Stealthily sitting next to you on the couch, he pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Surely this is what you meant when you asked Leon to take candid photos of you right? Either way, he was keeping it, every picture he had of you, unflattering or not, was adorable to him. Not realizing the flash was on his phone, he blinks in surprise when your snoring abruptly stops. Slowly, you drowsily blink your eyes open and shoot your head back up as you smacked your lips. Squinting your tired eyes to adjust to the sunlight and to figure out who was sitting next to you, you’re met with Leon’s royal blue eyes. A sleepy grin creeps onto your lips as you lean forward to pull him in for a hug,

“You’re home” you say sweetly in a rasp residue of your nap. With a deep chuckle of intrigue, he pulls you into his lap by your waist while you instinctively drape your arms around his neck.

“Sorry I woke you” he murmurs as you sleepily drag your lips along his. He could feel the smirk curling along your lips as the two of you kissed,

“No you’re not” you bluntly retort pulling away to give him a knowing look. He merely smirks back, letting a puff of air exhale through his nose in amusement,

“You’re right, I’m not” his arms tighten around you body as he leans in to feel your soft lips against his. His smirk failing to fade away as he feels and hears you giggle mischievously against his lips. Subconsciously, he inhales deeply and releases in a sigh. Feeling that he can finally relax.

“You’re early” you eventually say after pulling away,

“They let me go for good behavior” he jokes with a grin, clearly proud of his dad joke. Unamused you raise an eyebrow,

“Ha-ha” you deadpan, “I missed you”

“Missed you more” Finding that saying it just wasn’t enough, he proves it by squeezing you tighter with his biceps, earning a strained panic noise from you as you tried to wriggle free,

“Okay, okay I get it” you squeal, patting his biceps, “uncle!  Uncle!”

Letting go, he smirks as he watches you pant for air and weakly punch his chest as punishment, “sorry did I take your breath away?” He proudly flirts. You can’t help but snort at his cheesy attempts,

“Jesus Christ you’re on a roll today” you say breathlessly, a smile you fail to control appearing. You can’t help but giggle at this rare sight of cheesy, happy Leon. The rarity of it wasn’t this side of himself in itself but it was coming home from a mission and being this way. Usually, when he walked through the door, he was either exhausted, grumpy, or very very clingy.

Can you blame the man?

This side of Leon that you were currently enjoying was usually cocooned until the next day or two when he recovered from the work that often drained him mentally and physically.

“Yeah I am” he triumphantly agrees, “hey, let’s go do something”

“You’re not tired?” You ask, tilting your head to the side,

“Of course I am, but I hardly get to come home early, we should celebrate” he suggests with a shrug, trying to play it off cool. But, you saw right through his nonchalant act. The excitement that danced in those blue irises was a dead giveaway. Combing his bangs back, you kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Yeah we should” patting his pecks over his t shirt, you hop off him and head to the bedroom to get ready.

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After a nice dinner at your favorite place downtown, the two of you stroll along the paved streets, and with little convincing, some shopping,

“Thanks for this babe” you coo happily hooking your arm through his and resting your face on his bicep as the two of you walked out of a store with a large paper tote bag in your grasp swinging with every step,

“Any time” Leon modestly responds, a shy smile on his lips as he looks down at you. He felt a twinge of pride that he was able to get this reaction out of you and it only compelled him to want to spend more on you. Before he could continue his mission of spoiling you, however, a voice calls after you causing the two of you to halt and turn around. A man that perfectly resembled the description tall, dark and handsome came running up to the two of you. It was none other than your ex boyfriend,

“Hey! Small World” He greets heartily, seamlessly pulling you into a hug, “Wow you look great!”

“Declan! It’s been a minute” You greet being the first to pull away from the hug and make your way to stand alongside Leon, a sweet smile on your lips. Since the two of you ended on good terms, you didn’t think twice before greeting him happily.

Leon on the other hand, wiped the grin from his face and replaced it with a stoic expression. He took a good look at him, remembering you mentioning his name once. Something along the lines of Declan agreeing with you that you were better off as friends. Yet, Leon had an inkling that was far from the truth. Narrowing his eyes he watches Declan like a hawk as you and him catch up,

“Oh! Declan, this is my boyfriend, Leon” You cheerily introduce, gesturing towards him with a hand. You blink a bit in surprise by the sudden firm grasp of your hand in Leon’s and look up to see Leon with a polite, closed mouth smile. Leon doesn’t say anything and only nods to Declan in greeting.

Don’t show weakness

he thought to himself. Even though he would like to tell this guy to back off his girlfriend, the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you by making a scene. He didn’t wan’t to show Declan that he was threatened by him either. Even though he was. Just a tiny bit.

“You’re a lucky guy, my friend” Declan charmingly says with a toothy grin,

Friend? We are not friends

His disgruntled thoughts circled around in his brain, yet the polite smile remained. He had some good practice with it, constantly working along side the president. Letting go of your hand, his hand instead travels to your lowerback and pulls you subtley to his side,

“I know” He responds, his tone friendly, mismatched with the triumphant smirk on his face. Declan’s pearly white smile remained, yet his eyes were boring into Leon’s skull like laser beams.

“Well, it was good to see you” Declan eventually bids his goodbyes, “It was nice to meet you, Leon” with a polite yet somehow sour goodbye, Declan leaves the two of you to enjoy the rest of the evening. Leon didn’t mention the encounter for the rest of the night, which would be puzzling to some. However, after all the years you two have been together, you sort of knew how he ticked. It was only a matter of time that he would bring it up and do so abruptly,

“He’s definitely still into you” Leon blurts out, raising his coffee mug to his lips. It was the very next morning, where you two often shared a cup of coffee, hair in disarray from the night before, and you magically wearing the shirt he was wearing last night; a tradition that you two stuck to religiously.

Tick Tick Boom. There it was.

His blue eyes stared at you as he gulps down the remnants of his coffee, nervously. You stifle a giggle at his sudden burst of nerves that he was so desperately trying to hide. You merely shrug and smile at him reassuringly,

“Doesn’t matter, I’m taken”

Eyebrows scrunched together as if processing her response he murmurs softly, almost to himself, “Right” quickly he clears his throat and repeats it more confidently before tilting the mug to sip the rest of his coffee, “Right”

Chuckling and shaking your head, you take his mug from his grasp and place it on the kitchen counter, “Someone’s jealous” you tease in a sing-song voice, wrapping your arms around torso,

“Busted” Leon bashfully admits planting a kiss on the tip of your nose, hugging your shoulders, “I just love you too much to give you away”

“You couldn’t give me away even if you tried” his eyes avert, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he believed it. So, you cup his face with a hand, soften your voice and look into those eyes that captivated you at first sight, “hey, I’m not going anywhere alright?”

Leaning his face into your hand, he turns to kiss your palm, and smiles, this time more securely, “alright”.

#resident evil #re4r leon #re #reader insert #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy x reader #spotify #Spotify

[knottyk]

Home

Pairing: Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader (addressed as mama and papa.)

Words: 1.8k

Summary: You received a call from Eddie during the kids’ bath time, telling you he won’t make it home from tour. That afternoon, you discovered that he lied in the sweetest way.

tags: mom and dad life, silly eddie spawns, domestic life

more ava and hunter

They said having two kids close in age would be easier. Mom can get things done around the house while the two babies play and accompany one another.

With Eddie constantly on tour, leaving you on your own most of the time, it seemed like a good idea. In theory.

“Ava, please don’t splash. You’ll get soap in your brother’s eyes.” You pleaded for the third time in five minutes. With a towel resting on your left shoulder, you lathered the shampoo on her dark, curly hair. 

Your words, once again, fell on deaf ears as your four-year-old daughter dunked a toy panda under the water and swished it around while squealing, “Whee! Mermaid!” 

Giggling beside her, two-year-old Hunter had his plastic giraffe toy in hand, mirroring his sister’s actions. The harsh splashing of water didn’t seem to faze him and squeals echoed the tiled walls of your bathroom. In the hallway, the sound of the phone ringing interrupted your bath session.

“Mama, phone!” Hunter pointed towards the door, hands dripping in soapy water and falling right on your clothed legs. 

You took his arm and lathered more soap on and you said, “It’s okay.” 

“It’s papa.” He looked longingly at the door, his brown eyes shining against the fluorescent light and the sunlight from the window. Most people said he looked like you but you disagree. 

“Papa will call later. Right now, we need to finish bathing. Okay?” You pinch his cheeks.

Way before having the kids, you and Eddie had already established scheduled phone calls depending on where he was and today’s call wasn’t until around supper. It’s probably some telemarketer looking to sweet talk an unsuspecting customer, you thought.

The ringing had stopped after sometime and the house fell in a deep silence, save for the sound of swashing water and giggles.

“Okay, rinsing time.” You say in a sing-song voice and pull out the plug, letting the water drain as the kids protested softly.

Carrying them out of the tub and into the shower, you rinse the bubbles off and scrub their skin clean until there was no trace of soap left.

Taking the towel off your shoulder, you dry Hunter first who had a finger in his mouth. Before you could get to Ava, the phone rang again.

Against better judgement, you left them standing on the mat to pick up the phone.

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was raspy and tired on the other end.

“Eddie?” You glimpse at your wrist watch, covered in tiny drops of water. “It’s 9 in the morning, why are you calling so early. Did anything happen? Are you okay?”

He chuckled. “I’m okay. How are the little devils?” 

“Wreaking havoc, as usual.” You laughed and chewed on your lip. You listened to his breathing and you could almost hear him smile.

It took a while before he spoke again. “Listen, the tour’s been pushed til next week. Management thinks we can really pull on this one.”

“Oh.” 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered and you hear shuffling from his end. “I’ll make it up to you and the kids, alright?” 

“No, it’s okay. I understand.” 

With Corroded Coffin making it mainstream, it meant big things for you, Eddie and your little family. It meant having the financial stability his job offered and you having all the time in the world with your children under in a comfortable home.

Though it also meant that Eddie was away from you and the children. You felt bad for him missing the kids’ milestones but he insists it’s okay as long as they have their mother by their side.

“I love you. Kiss them for me, will you?” 

“I will. Love you too.”

With a sigh, you hung the phone back on the wall when the line cut off. You stood in silence for a minute before heading back to the bathroom. Your somber state was quick to vanish and be replaced with horror with the scene in front of you. 

Somehow, Ava had gotten to the bottle of lotion on the shelf by the mirror. Thick layers of cream covered Hunter’s body, some getting on his lips while Ava was still on the process of rubbing it on her skin.

The room reeked of the powdery scent as the bottle laid on the floor, remnants of the cream splattered on the floor as the bottle itself was almost squeezed empty.

“Oh my god, baby what did you do?” It took everything in you not to snap, gasping against the palm on your lips while keeping your voice calm. Between the two of you, Eddie had always been the gentler parent.

Hunter was rubbing circles on his tummy as Ava looked at you with wide, doe eyes. “I helped you, mama. Look, I can take care of Hunter now. I’m a big girl.”

You stepped in and kneeled in front of them, almost slipping in the thin layer of lotion on the floor. You have another thing added to your list of chores today, you thought.

“Thank you, baby.” You remained calm, breathing deep before you spoke. “But next time, you should wait for me, okay? Don’t get these things on your own.” 

She nodded and you started to wipe the excess lotion off their body. 

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With tender and soft skin, Ava and Hunter sat on the couch while they watched the TV. 

When you first got the house, you and Eddie had debated about which couch to put in the living room. You’ve gone through so many catalogues and even coordinated it with the accent color of the walls. 

Today, it proved useless as the rich color and patterns were cover with piles of undone laundry. The carpet was littered with all sorts of toys and trailed into the open kitchen. 

With a broom in hand, you stood on the archway. “Ava, Hunter,” you called. “Could you please pick up your toys? Mama needs to clean the floor.”

“Okay!” Ava jumped out of the couch with her brother in tow. You dragged the toy basket in the middle of the floor as they skipped to gather all the toys while you started on the sweeping. 

Some days, having two children was like having ten. You thanked the gods for the cooperative nature they had today because much like their father, they were fond of theatrics and sneaky tactics. You were glad to not have to deal with crying, whining toddlers today. 

Most of the toys had been cleared out when the doorbell rang. Ava and Hunter dropped the toys at hand and raced to the door, footsteps heavy and fast.

You scolded them both not to run and walked behind them. The door knob shook as they grabbed it at the same time and tried to twist it open. You take their hands off the knob and swing the door open.

Behind two stuffed bunnies, Eddie stood with his bags beside him. He moved the bunnies’ heads as he spoke in a high voice. “Are Ava and Hunter home?”

“Papa!” The kids rushed past you and immediately clung to his legs. Ava wrapped her arms and legs around his waist as Hunter made grabby hands while swaying on his feet.

Eddie squatted down to level with them before they tackle him down and made him lose balance. Eddie tickled them with the stuffed bunnies and all three of them were a giggling mes; your heart hurt at the sight. 

The giggles died down and you stepped out with your arms crossed, head tilted slightly and eyes rolling. The kids got off Eddie and ran into the house with their new toys. He stood up and dusted himself off before grinning at you. 

“Sorry, I lied.” He whispered against your ear as he pulled you in by the waist. 

You lightly hit him on the chest and leaned into his touch. Resting your cheek on his ear, he peppered you with light kisses. You closed your eyes and engrave the feeling in your mind. 

“I hate you.” 

“Oh, but you love me.” He leaned back and looked at you, smile never leaving his face. “You told me earlier.” 

You hugged him for a while before ushering him in along with his bags. The kids already talking his ear off with all the activities they had done while he was away. He listened with great enthusiasm and adoration. 

“Did you eat yet?” You asked him as you put away the laundry on the couch. 

He shook his head, his focus never leaving the kids’ chatter. Avan sat on the arm of the couch as she brushed through the bunny’s ear while Hunter sat on Eddie’s lap, occasionally speaking to add to his sister’s stories.

“I haven’t prepared any lunch yet.” You hurriedly gathered all the clothes in one arm and dumped them onto the laundry basket. You were about to leave and put them in your bedroom when Eddie spoke.

“That’s alright, we can order in.” He faced the kids and shouted, “Who wants pizza?” 

They cheered on the couch, Ava giddily jumping on her seat and Hunter copying her. 

“Pizza for lunch, Eddie? That’s, like, against the parenting rulebook.” You joked. 

“Babe, who cares? If anything, that makes us the coolest parents ever.” 

So pizza for lunch it was and by the end, crusts were left on the greasy box and pieces of pepperoni were stuck on bibs and dresses. Ava’s marinara stained mouth and Hunter’s fists closed on the slice of pizza as Eddie snapped a photo with the film camera stored safely in your fond memories.

Once bellies were full and eyelids grew heavy, you set the kids on the couch for their afternoon nap and returned back tot he kitchen to clean up the mess you made. 

You started on the cups when an arm wrapped around your waist. Eddie kissed your hair and rested his chin on your shoulder, taking the dirty cups out of your hands. “I’ll take care of it. You go rest with them, okay? I got this.” 

Without protesting, you nodded and headed back to the living room as he continued what you had just started. 

It didn’t take him long to clear the table and wash what little dishes you had. In no time, he was done and was headed back to the living room where all three of his most loved people laid asleep. 

You were backed up the back rest with an arm extended outwards where Ava and Hunter rested their heads, the two kids embracing one another while they snore softly. 

Eddie took a mental picture of the scene in front of him. He sat by your foot and slowly placed it on his lap, caressing your legs as he laid back and closed his eyes, sighing with content as for once in so long, he was home.

masterlist

okay so this isn't how i envisioned it and it's not my fav that i've ever written but i had to write something or else i'm gonna burst from boredom. kinda rushed and kinda not proofread.

#eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie imagine #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #eddie stranger things #dad!eddie munson #soft eddie munson #eddie blurb #eddie fluff #stranger things x fem!reader

[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “I thought you left”/ “Nope, just making pancakes”

Warnings: very tiny amout of hurt, mostly fluff, implied sexual encounter (no real description)

You sighed in content as you woke up to the cold morning air, squinting in the bright sunlight as it blinded you momentarily as you slowly opened your eyes. You smiled to yourself as you remembered the night you had as you stretched out your back. You had been pining for the cute guitarist whose band played every Tuesday night at the bar that you worked at. And finally, after months of flirting after his gigs and hanging out on your days off, you and Eddie Munson had spent the night together. Hopefully the first of many.

You bit your lip as memories of passionate kisses and heated touches passed through your mind. Confessions and promises that had been made during your feverish embrace warmed you from the inside out. You felt giddy at what this could possibly mean for the two of you. A relationship, you hoped. Eddie was everything you had ever wanted in a partner and more. A goofy sweetheart whose only goal when you were together was to make you smile as much as he could. You had actually been in the same class with Eddie all the way until his first senior year, but you hadn’t started spending time with each other until you got the job at the bar. Both of you agreeing that you “wanted to make up for lost time”. And make up, you did.

You finally turned to your side to catch a glimpse of the metalhead before waking him up and your smile fell. Next to you, where Eddie had been when you kissed each other goodnight a few hours ago, was an empty bed. You felt your stomach drop. He wouldn’t have left right? He would have at least woken you up to say goodbye. Right? You reached out and felt the space, hoping the spot was still warm and he had just gone to your bathroom or something, but your heart felt like it could crack when you felt the cold sheets.

Eddie didn’t seem like the guy to sleep with someone and then run. Eddie was sweet and kind, why would he just leave? You sat up and tried to look around the room for any sign of him, maybe a shirt or his pants, anything that could indicate that he was still here, and found nothing. Though, in the heat of the moment both of your clothes had been thrown around the room, you weren’t even sure where your shirt was let alone his. You slowly pulled yourself out of bed, feeling both hurt and a little heartbroken and wondering if every sweet thing Eddie had ever said to you was a lie. Had he just said those things to get in your pants? Fuck. You hoped not.

You put on a large sweater you had left on a chair in the corner of the room before flinging your door open and walking out into the rest of your small apartment. You were immediately hit with the smell of something burning and began to panic as you rushed towards your kitchen, fearing an electrical fire or something had broken out while you were sleeping.

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck!” You heard gasped out as you rounded the corner. There in your kitchen, in only his boxers, was Eddie holding a smoking pan as he rushed it to the sink. “Son of a bitch!” He exclaimed as he turned on the water and received a face full of steam.

“Eddie?” You said in surprise, grabbing his attention.

He whipped his head around to you, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, “Oh, hey, good morning sweetheart.” He said with a nervous smile as he took in your shocked expression and assumed you were pissed at him. “I’m so sorry for this, I’ll clean everything up.”

“I thought you left.” You said, letting out a chuckle of relief.

Eddie’s head tilted in confusion, “Nope, just making pancakes.” He smiled with a small shrug. “Or at least I was trying to.” He sighed as he looked at the remains of the burnt pancake in the pan. He turned back to you after a moment and rushed over to close the distance between you two before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I just wanted to make you some breakfast in bed, gorgeous.”

You snaked your arms around his neck as you stared into those warm brown eyes of his, his soft hot skin comforting under your touch. “Thank you so much Eddie. That means a lot, pretty boy.” You said, smiling as you watched the light blush creep into his cheeks at the title. “How about we go to the diner down the street for breakfast?” You suggested.

“That sounds great sweetheart.” He chirped, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your plush lips, his lips molding to yours like they were meant to be there. He pulled back after a moment with a love-drunk look on his face. “I still can’t believe I get to do that now.” He said as he let out a soft disbelieving chuckle, his long curls tickling your face as he shook his head lightly.

You beamed, not really being able to believe it yourself. You leaned forward and captured his lips again in a heated kiss, a low moan pulling from the metalhead as he kissed you hungrily. “How about we go back to bed for an hour or two and I can help convince you how real it is.” You said quietly as you pulled away, looking at him through your lashes.

A devilish grin pulled at Eddie’s lips as he quirked up a brow. “Oh I could definitely use some convincing, pretty thing.” He cooed, nipping your lower lip playfully as he started walking the two of you back to your bedroom.

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[nincompoopydoo]

CAUGHT IN A CROSSFIRE

BETRAYAL — ; PART 8 / 9

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 2.7k SUMMARY: Awakening in an unfamiliar setting with restored memories, you encounter someone familiar. However, a lingering sense of betrayal clouds the reunion. Meanwhile, Theseus uncovers a concealed message in your letters, hinting at the potential discovery of your location. A/N: Hi everyone! I know I said I was going to put this on permanent hiatus until I was ready to pick it up again, but your girl finished her degree (kinda did badly, but glad it's over!), and now I have ample time to put all my energy of my one brain cell into finishing this series before I fall into depression again lol. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this and thank you for all the love for this series and my baby, Theseus <3 I'm also sorry for ending it with another cliffhanger haha WARNINGS: Angst. Kinda scary shit (I literally scared myself while writing this lol) no beta we die like men. MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

Your environment is an enigma through the lenses of tunnel vision—hues of darkness circle in textures, contrasts of colour that dance along with your darting eyes. Your slow mind tries to keep up with your sight, unravelling the mysteries of your surroundings.

You first notice wood. Brown, battered, dim–a wooden beam trailing along the expanse of plastered white walls, grimed with dirt and age. Through blinkered sight, you catch a glimpse of light, dim orange hues casting fluttering shadows on the wall. You see it now, a flame dancing upon melting wax perched on a rustic candlestick. 

Flame. Fire. Heat.

You remember it all now.

Inferno swept through the foundations of your tiny household, leaving you and the fragility of your lungs gasping for air as you stumbled around for an exit. Yet, things were dense, billowing colours of deep grey and red, blinding your vision. You still feel the parchedness scratching down your throat. 

You remember how your hands clambered to grasp something before falling to your knees. You remember how your environment began to twist and spurn before your very eyes, vivid colours of the blaze swirling.

Then, everything went black.

…

…You…

You remember emerald cobblestones—a mesmerising golden statue.

You remember the warmth of the colour red – the trees in fall, the crackling of a fireplace, a desk with scattered papers across its surface. 

You remember.

Theseus.

Dim blue eyes. Sad. Freckled cheeks. Flushed. Brown hair curled and tumbled in autumnal hues. Trees. Barcham trees that line the sidewalk are carpeted in autumn gold. The tenement. His home. Warm, petite, charming. Gardenias. Tea. Your suitcase. Magic.

Little glimpses of returning memories flood your whirling mind like gushing water. It’s overwhelming. For weeks, you sat with a sense of longing, a missing piece, settled within the depths of your mind. And now, it all traces back to the odd familiarity of the man you met on the bus. Perhaps you recognised the glint in his eye when his eyes met yours or the patterned freckles along his cheeks, tinted in blotches of red from embarrassment.

You remember.

Your elbows immediately shift under you, perched as you rose midway, wondering yet blurry eyes moving along your surroundings. You’re in a room, and it’s not your own. Small, humble, solid walls encircle your surroundings. You have seen places like these during the war. You push yourself up, weight now on your splayed-out palms on what you realise to be a settee. It creaks at your very touch, and every little shift echoes throughout the room.

Its walls are far from pristine, with petite flowers scattered across the yellowed wallpaper with tears at its curling edges, perfectly still yet timeworn.

Your eyes trace the trails of sunlight that glow through the room, diluted by a translucent curtain that hangs before a window, shadows of a tree swaying in the gentle wind.

There’s a bed on the far left of the room, narrow and meticulously made with a quilt reminiscent of autumn hues. You can barely distinguish its patchwork from where you are, and it itches a part of your brain – a sense of familiarity.

Before you can make sense of that feeling, you are overcome with searing pain. Tearing through your head and coursing through the very confinements of your skull as if something was begging to break free from the back of your mind.

Eyes squeezed shut, you cannot help but bring your palms to the sides of your head, the heels of your hands harshly pinned to your temples, yet all you see are flashing lights dancing around in the darkness. 

Then, a flash. White. Blinding.

At that moment, you found yourself transported to an apartment. Yellow-bricked, warm honey-coloured hues of Autumn. Golden, falling leaves. Bright eyes, cheeks tinged with a touch of red. Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun. Like you hold a weight of significance, a tapestry to his existence.

“I know I’ve said this a thousand time before, but I’m sorry. Truly. You don’t deserve to be involved in this.”

You feel yourself smile; tears threaten to slip from your saddened eyes. 

“I would usually say it’s alright, but I don’t think I can say it for everything that has happened. But, thank you.” 

A hand reaches for his, gentle and soft to the touch. You feel his fingers twitch under your hold.

“Truly.”

Theseus looks at you like you’re the sun.

Theseus looks at you…

Theseus…

Suddenly, you find yourself in a narrow bus. You see him blinking wide-eyed at you, his expression paled. You had said – no, asked something. 

“No. I don’t think we do.”

You see it, the pain in his eyes, the sadness in his tone. It clenches your heart, but you don’t know why.

That was the first time he had lied to you.

…

You hear your name.

Distant but frantic. It repeats again and again and again.

A grip on the curve of your shoulders, and you find yourself back in the narrow, unknown room you awoke in moments ago.

But then you see his eyes, his tousled hair. It’s him who calls you.

“Theseus?” you breathed, disbelief flickering in your wide eyes. Without a second thought, your hands reach out to grasp his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his dress shirt as if to ground yourself in the reality of his presence. A counterpoint to the disarray within your mind.  

But as Theseus meets your gaze, a furrow forms on his brow, and a shadow eclipses the warmth in his eyes. The frown, subtle yet profound, settles an uneasiness in you. Your grip weakens.

“We need to go. Now.” His tone is cut-throat, laden with urgency, and you cannot help but jolt at his words. You find your fingers slowly releasing their hold as the weight of his statement settles in the room.

He pulls away and reaches for your elbow, swift and deliberately, that reflects the gravity of the situation. His touch is so firm that it prompts you to stand. Questions hang heavy in the air, but you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Yet, you catch your eyes lingering on the dark look in his own, and you can't help but think he's changed since you last saw him. Since you last remembered him.

Something feels…wrong, but you don’t give yourself a chance to even think about it before you’re being led out the door. 

The narrow corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit, bricked walls with a single lamp casting a glow across the space, revealing its worn walls and your flickering shadows. The air is cool, carrying a faint scent of dampness that permeates the space. All you hear is footsteps reverberating along the narrow passage, echoing against the walls. You realise you are underground and feel your stomach lurch at that thought, making your skin crawl.

“Come on.” Theseus pulls you along, the grip on your elbow never weakening. You can feel the tension emanating from him, the stiffness in his movements, the rigidity of his jaw.

You find yourself staring at the back of Theseus' head, studying how the dim light catches on his hair. He seems so different.

“Where are we going?” You finally ask.

He doesn’t respond.

Theseus continues to pull you down the corridor, and you take the time to scan your surroundings despite the quickened pace. You see the occasional rusty pipes that snake along the ceiling, contributing to a low mechanical hum and the flickering of overhead lights that seem to swing periodically at a light rumble that makes the ground shake for a second or two.

Then, he eventually comes to an abrupt halt, revealing a dead end. Your feet stagger back, trying to stop yourself from bumping into him. You see Theseus' brows furrowed in thought, eyes darting between the walls, searching. His fingers trace the rugged surface and abruptly pause as you catch sight of a carving on a specific brick, nearly invisible.

Theseus taps it, and a warm glow emanates from the wall. The carving becomes illuminated, and the wall seems to dissolve into seemingly ethereal dust. It shines golden under the dim buzzing lights. What once was a wall reveals an entrance to an alleyway; it greets you with a rush of cool air and the sounds of the city.

You step through the entrance after Theseus as he beckons for you to follow hurriedly. Yet, your focus is elsewhere as you close in on the intricate symbol carved into the brick. As you inch nearer, the features sharpen, and a sudden recognition sparks within you.

It's a Gardenia, delicately depicted.

Gardenias always had a particular significance in your life, and it’s all because of your mother. That same Gardenia on your mother’s necklace is an heirloom that spanned many generations. It was important and personal to her, and you don’t know how or why it is doing here.

Flowers for your mother – a bouquet of Gardenias.

The bigger picture materialises as if the puzzle pieces are beginning to click.

Your place in the unfolding mess remains unclear, but it hints that you've anticipated the arrival of this revelation for a long time.

Theseus is calling for you, a slight note of panic in his voice, but you ignore his calls, remaining rooted in place. As you watch the glow that details the symbol disappear, you wonder if Theseus knows everything, even though you swore you never told a soul.

Unless…

You still don’t know how you got your memories back.

As you finally turn to Theseus, there’s a gripping sense of uncertainty. His approach, marked by a frustrated expression, erodes the strong familiarity you once held for this man, a trust built in such a short time. With each step towards you, that trust begins to dissipate.

That vulnerability quickly turns to anger – betrayal.

“What the hell is happening, Theseus?” you question fiercely, pressing him for an explanation. 

Again, Theseus dismisses your insistence and attempts to reach for your arm, but you instinctively step back, maintaining a wary distance. 

“Answer me.” you insist, voice growing louder, eyes boring into his.

His gaze lingers on your face, and you watch his expression harden, jaw tense.

“Look, you’re in deep trouble right now and it’s best we leave right now he’ll come looking for you.”

He.

Not they. Not she.

Not The Restoration Movement. Not Morrigan.

Something is very wrong.

And his eyes. You can’t quite place it, but something about the look in his eyes has shifted. They look so different.

In moments like these, you aren’t sure what to do, but you know to trust your gut. Your mind races at the possibilities of how this could all end, and the only thing you can think is to run.

And so, you run.

—

Theseus believes he has only survived through self-deceit – the deception of his ability to stay grounded and keep his emotions at bay. His heart was never to be trusted, never to give in or give up. Yet, how does one cope when a situation relies on promised perseverance but is tangled amid his emotions he suddenly lacks control of in your presence?

Theseus knows there was something between the two of you, but he will never admit it despite his now aching heart caused by your sudden disappearance, even though you might as well be considered dead to the muggle world. The thought of your death pulls his thoughts to the night he first met you, how an unforgivable curse nearly struck you, how you looked at him, knowing you couldn’t have survived if he hadn’t been there in time. 

Merlin, he hopes you aren’t dead.

No, you’re not. He knows it. You’re relentless. So relentless that death would never want to claim you without a fight. So relentless that you manage to squeeze yourself into his thoughts at every waking hour. Every fibre in him wishes he hadn’t let you slip away that day, wishing he hadn’t abandoned you, betrayed your trust.

He wishes you hadn’t agreed to leave.

To leave him.

Now all alone.

Alone.

Theseus was never certain of his feelings for you when you were ambling within the expanse of the four walls he calls home. Whether affections were simply out of pity or was it his admiration for your entire being, your perfections, blemishes, and everything in between. Yet, at this very moment, he couldn’t be more unequivocally sure that his affections are true because presently, you have consumed all his waking days and nights, leaving a hollowed space perhaps once filled by your presence. The constant worry in his brow made his eyes tired but sleepless due to his fear of the worst for you.

Dread fills his senses, and tears threaten to seep through the cracks of a carefully sculpted, hard-headed man he had spent years practising, performing as a so-called war hero. Theseus never let himself cry, especially over you, not even when you parted with a touch to his cheek. Not even when he set his eyes on you again and you were completely unaware of him. 

Yet, it’s the possibility he has lost you forever that he’ll never see you again. Never.

Theseus breathes a shaky breath, fingers clamped in his trembling hand as he tries to remember what he’s been told to do. To find you. To stop Morrigan. To stop whatever mess he has landed you in.

No, you’re not. You’re not dead. He reminds himself again.

The sun had set moments ago, darkness creeping between the cracks of light, shimmering from the candle alight by his tableside and the flames of the fireplace. Its crackling grounds his very notion of stirring into panic. Theseus finds himself tucked in the same corner of his living room, and his couch now houses a collection of books and particular pieces of evidence of your whereabouts.

He merely fears this has everything to do with Morrigan, the Restoration Movement, your supposed living brother and perhaps your mother – also dead. Theseus gains a strong premonition, a gut feeling that your disappearance is all a part of a larger plan than he had initially expected. Your disappearance may have caused a flurry of commotion amongst the Aurors. Still, the ministry has its sights on the movement rather than your supposed connection as more than just your brother, which Theseus feels strongly about. Yet, with Travers breathing down his neck to arrest Morrigan and her acolytes, Theseus needs solid evidence rather than vague instances and misdirected clues that all seem to lead to spiralling trails.

Frankly, his career is at stake, but he couldn’t care less.

He just wants to see you again.

Theseus heaves, fingers carding through his deep brown locks when his eye catches sight of the only two letters that he found to be related to you in one way or another. He finds himself drawn to it, finding the letter from your brother within his grasp for what seems like the millionth time this month. The same words, again and again, were already engraved in his mind.

When he shifts his elbow, the letter catches the candlelight from behind, and something immediately seizes his attention. Something he hadn’t recognised before now.

Inscribed in the very material of the parchment – the symbol of a Gardenia, its intricate lines glowing against the candlelight, seemingly burning. Theseus props up in his seat, back straightened, shoulders tensed, and eyes wide.

Bloody hell…

He scrambles for the other letter, holding it up against the light, eyes settling on the darkened edges of the page only to discover the very same symbol.

A Gardenia.

How could he have been so blind?

It must have been instinct when he decided that the two letters were puzzle pieces meant to be joined. Theseus would try anything at this point.

Seemingly, luck was finally on his side when he pressed the letters together, above one another – new words formed before his eyes, written with burning lines, every curve of each letter appeared between the gaps of the original text to only form a new paragraph.

Sister,

If you're reading this, I'm likely gone, and you're in trouble. Morrigan and The Restoration Movement hide a darker truth. Their agenda involves our mother and a woman named Miriam Monet. I'm unsure of the details, but Miriam plays a crucial role. Stay safe.

As his eyes shift down the page, his heart nearly stops when his name comes into view.

To Theseus,

If you see this, my sister is in danger. You know more than you think.

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[the-dork-urge]

|| Joy || Zevlor x Tav

For sweet @beardedladyqueen REQUEST: Fluff / comfort with Zevlor in a committed relationship with Tav (post-game). He is feeling worthless and AFAB!Tav take this moment of self loathing to announce to him that they are pregnant. 😍🫄(any gender for Tav is fine of course ! )

Wordcount: 1300-ish

Leaning against the wooden fence that he just finished building, Zevlor gazes out over the hills with a faraway look in his eyes. His hands bear the telltale signs of recent labor – smudges of fresh soil and traces of sawdust on his calloused fingertips. His expression is one of quiet contemplation, as though lost in memories of days gone by or dreams of the future. The hills seem to stretch out forever onwards, their slopes blanketed in lush greenery. A scattering of trees dot the horizon. In the distance, a meandering stream glints in the sunlight. He wipes his brow and unbuttons his blouse, revealing a thin layer of sweat on his chest.He breathes in as he clamps his hands around the wood, the fresh air mixes with the smell of freshly cut wood, and a bittersweet smile plays on his face. Peace. After all. Yet, beneath the veneer of tranquility, a subtle tension lingers, like a faint shadow cast upon his countenance. In this moment of quiet reflection, he acknowledges all that surrounds him: a loving wife, a comforting home, and the precious gift of freedom. He considers the simplicity of his existence, where the weight of a sword no longer hangs heavy upon his shoulders unless he willingly chooses to wield it. There's no external pressure dictating his actions, no demands dictating his path anymore. Only the gentle rhythm of life, flowing freely like the streams that meander through the distant hills. However, a persistent unease lingers, intricately woven into the very essence of his being, a quiet companion to his moments of tranquility. He has come to terms with it, recognizing it as a sentiment he will carry throughout his life, guilt, and sadness imprinted on his heart like subtle scars. With her by his side, the burden becomes more bearable, a shared weight that makes the journey worthwhile. Far away in his reverie, Zevlor remains unaware of his wife's approach, her bare feet gently padding across the dew-kissed grass as she navigates through the blossoming garden. Daisies and tulips sway in the breeze, their vibrant colors a testament to the love and labor they had poured into the earth together. As she finally reaches his side, she places a hand on his shoulder. "The fence looks great, my love," she says, her eyes tracing the contours of his form. Zevlor stands slightly sweaty from his exertions, his forearm muscles strained from the labor. His blouse hangs open, revealing a glimpse of his chest. This was the image she had grown to love, her handsome husband who never failed to set her heart aflutter with tiny little butterflies. She did not need a big hero. Just him. All of it . She leans in to kiss him, her gaze drifting towards the hills as well, yet he remains unstirred beside her, his reaction muted ''Are you alright?'' she asks as she senses the quiet turmoil that clouds his demeanor. Concern etches lines upon her brow as she searches her husband's eyes for answers. For a moment, Zevlor remains silent. Then, slowly, he turns to face her, his eyes meeting hers as he kisses her forehead "I will be," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He reaches for her hand, finding solace in her touch. "Just lost in thought, I suppose.'' A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, growing ever more visible the longer he looks at her. "Speak to me about it, Zevlor," she urges gently. Without hesitation, she maneuvers between him and the fence, effortlessly climbing atop it. Leaning against him, she waits for him to speak. Zevlor wraps his arms around her, steadying her against his bare chest, her hair clinging to the thin veil of sweat.

"Sometimes I wonder," Zevlor murmurs softly, his voice carrying the weight of introspection, " about all these 'what ifs' plaguing my mind." He pauses, allowing the words to linger in the air between them.

He rests his chin on her shoulders, holding her even tighter, his voice tinged with regret. "How different this could have been, you know?"

''Not that I need anything else,'' he quickly trails back. ''This, you and me. It's perfect, yet I can't help but imagine,'' his words a delicate admission of the complexities that dance within the corridors of his thoughts. His wife's gentle voice on the breeze, a soothing sound amidst the tumult of his thoughts. "You'll drive yourself mad if you let those thoughts suffocate you," she cautions. "Life is too intricate to dwell on what-ifs.''

''I try not to,'' she continues, a hint of nostalgia toning her words, "I regret some paths taken, but I don't blame myself anymore. Those decisions brought me to this point, right here with you." Her words envelop Zevlor like a comforting embrace, reassuring him that despite the twists and turns of their journey, they've found each other, and therein lies their true happiness, where guilt can be buried among tulips and daisies.

"Besides," she muses, stepping down from the fence and brushing past her husband as she moves into the garden.

With a twirl, her dress swirls behind her, and the apron she had aimlessly fastened around her middle falls to the grass between the flowers. "We should focus on what could be," she says, her smile stretching from ear to ear, ''for the future holds endless possibilities.'' In the gentle embrace of the setting sun, she is a vision of beauty. Her hair aglow with the warm light, bare feet grounded on the lush grass beneath her. Behind her stands their home, adorned with potted flowers and brick walls, with veins of ivy climbing towards the vibrant shingles above. He can't help but smile at the sight of her, his heart swelling with affection as he quickly moves towards her, wiping his dirt-stained hands on his pants. Then he reaches for her, his hands snaking around her as he curls his fingers in the fabric of her blouse. Their surroundings seem to fade away as he envelops her in his arms, the worries of the day dissipating into the ether. With a tender kiss planted on her forehead, he whispers softly, "You're right, my love. And I wouldn't want to face them with anyone else."

She brings her hand up to his face, cupping his cheeks, her breath warm against his lips. "Not even with our child?" she whispers, her words a gentle caress against his skin, before closing the distance between them in a tender kiss. His eyes widen in surprise as her words sink in, his mouth falling agape momentarily before breaking into a smile against her lips. He returns her kiss with equal fervor, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Pulling back slightly, he breathes in deeply, his voice barely above a whisper as he speaks, "Our baby?" Tears welling in his eyes, he feels a lump form in his throat, his eyes growing misty. He can't remember the last time he shed tears of joy, but in this moment, the experience feels like the most natural thing in the world. With a trembling hand, he reaches out to gently caress her belly, the weight of the momentous occasion sinking in.

"Hmm," she softly hums, her voice a soothing melody. "You'll be a great father, Zevlor."

Her words stir a mix of emotions within him. The idea of a little one fills him with a profound fear, a battle more daunting than wielding his sword in the depths of Avernus. Yet, amidst the trepidation, an overwhelming happiness surges through him. It's a sensation entirely new, a radiant warmth that consumes him entirely. As he looks upon his wife's smiling face, her hand cradling her belly, he recognizes that this feeling is not fleeting; it has the potential to soothe the wounds etched upon his heart.

Ps: I need someone to draw, hot, domestic Zevlor for me, open blouse, sweaty and all, pls ty

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[yyawnjun]

SWEET MORNINGS

seungkwan x reader; 0.7k wc ; summary: a sweet morning moment with your new lifetime companion ; warnings ; fluff ; @kflixnet

the light in the room was warm, gently touching the stove and the counter near the kitchen sink. the calm of that moment perfectly reflected the peace in the soul; your breaths were slow, and your eyes still heavy from having just woken up.

your mind still wandered between dream and reality, and while you couldn't understand if it was just an illusion that your body had moved to the kitchen, you were sure that the boy you saw in front of you - intent on making breakfast - was real.

Seungkwan was wearing military green shorts and a loose white shirt that was quite transparent. you could very well glimpse his body under it. the defined muscles of his back, his shoulders were not too broad, but they were just enough to make his waist appear particularly thin. you looked up for a moment and noticed that his hair - warm red when touched by the sunlight - was still wet, and the droplets were slowly falling onto his shoulders.

he was tremendously attractive in your eyes.

so much so that you found yourself rubbing your eyes several times and pinching yourself to ensure it wasn't a dream.

he probably had music in his ears, and therefore hadn't noticed your arrival in the room - and you had preferred to stay and admire that magnificent figure in front of you.

you wanted to get closer, hold, or at least touch that boy whose beauty reminded you of a Greek statue. you wanted to hug him and be flooded with his scent. you wanted to touch his lips while your gazes remained locked for endless moments. but, while your thoughts wandered your body remained still admiring your husband.

you smiled as you thought that that boy, boo seungkwan, was your husband. that boy who was now busy preparing breakfast, and with whom you had spent the night together was "yours". that one boy you had fallen in love with years ago, and who had asked you to marry him a few days before.

you had been fantasizing about when, how, and if you would get married for a long time. you daydreamed about the moment he would see you in your wedding dress as you walked up the aisle...

...you were head over heels for that boy and were very certain that you wanted to spend your life with him when he asked you.

you had just returned home, and you had noticed his anxiety; you knew there was something he was keeping from you, but you never expected a marriage proposal at that moment.

after turning on the lights and noticing the white decorations within the house, you turned to look for explanations from seungkwan. however, you had to look down to see him kneeling, holding a tiny blue box, and staring at you.

"yn, will you marry me?" five words you will never forget.

your legs gave up at that very moment, making it difficult for you to nod and say, "yes, of course," before bending down and kissing him. as you smiled and kissed, tears ran down your faces. however, you heard confetti falling on you and people clapping and crying the next thing you knew: your entire group of friends joined you in celebrating. for you, everything in that moment became unforgettable.

as a result, you allow your thoughts to stray to your favorite moments. "earth, give a call! are you there, baby?" you were transported back to Earth by the sound of Seungkwan's voice. the first word that came out of your mouth without you even thinking about it was "husband seungkwan…" He sat down on a chair in front of you and said, "I love the way that word sounds from your lips." he made an effort to maintain a serious expression, but the color and smile on his face definitely suggested otherwise.

this was the first time you had addressed him like this. and it had surprised him to be doing it so effortlessly at such an early hour of the day. It took him a few minutes to calm down, but he was able to say: "and you're my wife huh" and your heart began to race as you blushed and found yourself the one staring at the boy.

#k labels #k - labels #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seungkwan x reader #seungkwan fluff #boo seungkwan #boo seungkwan scenarios #seungkwan #svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen fluff

[busy-baker]

And here it is, folks. Astarion’s first morning as a father. This is branching off from my series Thicker Than Water. Enjoy!

Astarion recounts his first morning as a father while Tav is resting. His thoughts wander to when he first found about their little one.

f!Tav x Astarion

Word Count: 1.4k

The light creak of the wooden floorboards beneath Astarion’s feet caused the high elf to pause, teeth gritting and eyes scrunching.

He looked back to where his beloved rested in their bed. Her hair was tangled and splayed about, an arm was flopped over her eyes and her night dress was wrinkled and shifted, slightly exposing her. He snorted at the image, but he also thought she never looked more beautiful.

Next to where they sought the comfort of each other’s arms every night was now a bassinet. It was adorned with all the frills you could imagine. Astarion made sure of that.

His falter in sneaking must have been a bit too loud because he noticed a stirring coming from the bassinet.

Attempting a second chance at redemption, the vampire tiptoed, as to not disturb his wife, and leaned over the small bed.

Astarion found his breath taken away every time he laid his eyes upon his newborn daughter. She was quite the miracle and shared an uncanny likeness to him, not that he would know. He was simply basing it off of what Tav had said.

His little one did give him one gift he was eternally grateful for and that was the ability to see a glimpse of his former self in her green eyes. He would fall to his knees with just one look from her and he didn’t care how powerless that made him seem.

The tiny babe didn’t fuss as he reached pallid hands into the bassinet and gently lifted her to cradle in his arms. She didn’t root or whine so she wasn’t in need of feeding.

Maybe a changing? The spawn thought.

He had watched Tav and Jaheira demonstrate how to change the dhampir. His nose turned up at the thought but he had fought horrid beasts in the past. Surely, he was quite capable of replacing a diaper. He silently thanked the gods he was blessed with a daughter so there was less of a threat of his clothing being soiled during the process.

After ten minutes, three different diapers, and attaching and reattaching the pins multiple times, Astarion admired his handiwork. He would be doing this with his eyes closed in no time. Well, maybe not the safety pinning.

He raised Juniper so she laid on his shoulder, her face towards his, and he took a seat in the armchair near the corner of her room.

Sunlight streamed through the window as it broke through the clouds. The warmth felt nice against his face and bare torso compared to the frigid chill of the previous day’s blizzard. His daughter’s face snuggled in closer to him and he smiled at her cheek smushing against where the heat settled on his cool skin.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” He whispered into her hair, kissing lightly, “And now we can share it together.”

His little one offered no response other than a wide yawn and a blink. Her eyes wandered around his face as his hand stroked slowly up and down the length of her back.

Astarion Ancunín was a father. If someone had dared to utter that statement not long ago, it may have caused the vampire’s undead heart to reanimate itself only to die out once again from a heart attack.

It was such an unwelcome thought in the one or two times it had wriggled its way into his head. Children were nasty creatures. They whined and cried and were often sticky for unknown reasons. Why anyone would choose to bear such a thing he never understood. As much as he hated his curse of vampirism, he was thankful it prevented him from ever producing a child. Or so he thought it would.

Tav’s words floored him the day she revealed she was pregnant. Astarion felt his soul begin to sink into the deep depths where he shoved all his darkness away, where his old self lay waiting to resurface with the mildest inconvenience. He had worked hard to become better for her and for himself. Granted, he was still cynical and could be quite the bastard without his daily blood.

His words towards her were venomous. Part of him wanted them to cut deep and to feel how he felt, that their lives would be over as they were just beginning, but then he watched as the light left her eyes. He hadn’t realized there was a flicker of hope in them until the last spark of it went out.

His love. His fearsome and resilient love wanted this child that they had made together. Of course she did. She worshipped the ground he walked on even when he couldn’t fathom a reason why.

But would he be sufficient? He was nothing more than a glorified hero. The only reason others looked up to him is because he happened to be part of a group that stood against the Absolute. A simple matter of right place at the right time.

Not to mention his past continued to haunt him with Cazador’s words echoing through his mind in random thoughts and never ending nightmares.

His detest towards the idea of a child turned into fear of ruining one, raising a twisted version of himself to continue on a lineage of self destruction.

The pale elf left his wife to herself for that evening, returning only when he was stumbling through the door of their home, inebriated from a few wild boars. She refused to be by his side as he went to her in bed and one look from her in the kitchen and he knew he deserved every bit of scolding she threw his way.

Tav never once yelled though. She never spat in his direction and told him what a lousy father he would be. She was pissed off, rightfully so, but she remained composed. She waited for his words and in that moment, Astarion knew he wanted nothing more than to have a little family with her.

Every single day leading up to the birth of their little one was spent cherishing the woman who gave him the most unexpected miracle of his life. They weren’t all easy but they were all completely worth it.

Astarion’s pointed ears perked up and his eyes shot open as the door of Juniper’s bedroom slowly opened. His wife walked in, looking more refreshed than when he had last seen her, about an hour ago from his estimates of the sun’s rays.

She smiled as she approached him, taking his cheek into her hand and brushing her thumb lightly over his lips. He leaned into her touch, turning to kiss her palm.

The elf bent before him, moving the hand that held his face to caress the silver hair of their daughter. Her lips pressed the softest of kisses to the baby’s head, then cheek and finally the tip of her blushed ear.

Juniper let out a small, content sigh as if to acknowledge her mother’s touch, never awaking from her reverie.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, Astarion,” his wife said, echoing his thoughts of her from before.

Smirking, he replied, “Fatherhood? Is that what gets you going?”

Tav rolled her eyes at his comment but couldn’t contain her giggle. A genuine smile broke out across the rogue’s face at her laughter. It was a joy to hear every time, especially when he was the one bringing it forth.

Juniper began to squirm against him at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her tiny lips started to press at his chest, her face squishing into him as she tried to find a source of food.

Cradling her into his arms and standing, Astarion was now in front of Tav.

“I believe your mother is better equipped for what you require, my love,” he told the suckling dhampir.

The elf held out her arms, waiting for the hungry babe. Astarion placed a soft peck on his daughter’s nose before shifting her over to his wife. He offered a kiss to her also and then turned to leave the room, giving them some alone time.

Before he could exit, his name was called, beckoning him back in.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, patiently waiting.

“Why is Juniper’s diaper backwards?” Tav questioned, fussing at the newborn’s cloth covering. It did look odd.

Shit, Astarion thought, groaning loudly.

Maybe he will be able to change diapers in dim lighting soon, with a lot of help.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate tav #dadstarion #thicker than water #astarion x tav

[reyla-the-black-wolf]

My heart speaks for you (Part 2)

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Pairing: Eris x f!reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: angsty fluff?, angst, hints of anxiety, anxiety attack, nightmare

Summary: Y/n is the youngest child of the High Lord of the Night Court and lives a slightly different life than the rest of her family. But what happens, when an unexpected visitor enters the stage and decides to completely change her life?

A/N: Hey guys! It took me a bit longer to write this chapter than I had planned to (accidentally deleted a part of the story ups) but finally did it! And I recommend you listen to "Remember that night" by Sara Kays and "The night we met" by Lord Huron.

Anyway, enjoy reading! 😙

Part 1 ⎮Part 2 ⎮

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Six days. Six days had passed since the incident in the conference room. Six tough days and not a single glimpse of him. No word, no letter, no message of any kind.

The water of the Sidra washed up on the shore in mesmerising waves, each time stealing a bit more of the glittering sand. Sunlight reflected off the mirrored surface, magically illuminating the facade of the River House. 

The hammock I sat in swayed gently in the afternoon breeze and, thanks to Elain, the sun didn´t bother me too much. My aunt had planted two Illyrian oaks in our garden the year I was born, providing shade now that they had grown from tiny sprouts into strong, sturdy trees. As I became older, I found my favourite reading spot underneath them. They stood a few feet from the River House and were the perfect place to relax and simply be. 

A piece of bark crumbled onto the pages of the book I was holding right now. `Feathers and Fire´ was written in large, ornate letters on the leather-bound cover. Nesta had borrowed me one of her novels to keep me company, as I had spent the last few days mostly by myself. 

I give up! After reading the same paragraph for the third time in a row, I finally slammed the book shut. I had really tried to concentrate on the story in the last hour, but my mind had drifted off more than once. And always back to the same place. 

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I was in shock. Or so I thought, as I couldn´t think clearly. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding so loudly that all of Velaris must´ve heard it.

Mate. Eris Vanserra was my mate. 

I couldn´t believe it. I mean, he doesn´t even know me?

The beige sofa under my legs felt too soft, as if it wanted to pull me into a hug and never let go. And the ticking clock on the opposite wall made my ears twitch in annoyance, so I decided to get up and pace around the living room, trying to quiet my mind. I was massaging my temples to ground myself a little when a soft touch stopped me in my tracks. Small, gentle fingers starting to trail along my shoulder in a soothing rhythm. 

„Sweetheart, look at me, please.“ My mother´s calm voice made me turn to her. „Everything´s going to be all right.“ She radiated pure love. „Whatever happens next, I want you to know you´re not alone. I´m here for you, okay, honey?“ It helped slow down my racing heart a little, but not enough. I sincerely hoped my father and his brothers hadn´t beaten Eris to death just out of anger. 

Just as I thought of them, three men winnowed into the living room. With long strides, my father rushed towards me, some of his darkness still clinging onto him, and cupped my face with both hands. „Darling, are you all right? Are you hurt? Do you need anything?“ He asked worriedly as he inspected me for any injuries, whatever he was looking for. 

I withdrew from his grasp, spun around once to show him I was fine, and put on my most reassuring smile to calm his worries, making his tensed muscles relax. „I´m so sorry. I never wanted you to see this.“ Regret seeped into his voice. „But…“ He paused, visibly struggling to find his next words. „Did the bond snap for you too?“ The question caught me entirely off guard, as I thought he was angry with me, trying to argue. I could almost feel my family holding their breath, dreading my answer. Silky hair fell around my face, casting tender shadows on my features as I shook my head. A quick glance at my parents and I knew they were having a silent conversation. Sweat formed on my palms as I unconsciously clenched my hand into a fist. With each passing second, an unpleasant feeling returned to my stomach, making me want to throw up.

It spread even further when my father turned his attention back to me, and my heart sank as I noticed the sudden change in his expression. A completely blank canvas. The mask of a High Lord. Others probably wouldn´t see through his masquerade of deceit. But I could. I did. I had studied his features over the years, every time he put it on. How his jaw tightened just an inch, noticeable only to the trained eye. How his eyes shimmered in a more vibrant shade of violet. I´d seen him in his role so many times that I´d learned to watch out for him. The real him. Not the High Lord, but my father. He kept his face sealed, but I could see what he hid behind that mask. Fury over Eris. His worry. But the strongest emotion was his love for me. 

„I want you to stay away from him. Or even talk to him.“ Someone had just knocked all the air out of my lungs and punched me in the guts. I hadn´t been braced for what was to come. My pulse skipped a beat and the blood in my veins began to boil. He can´t do this! Voices shouted in my head and a lump formed in the back of my throat. But why? I didn´t even know Eris, even though he was my mate. I shouldn´t be so disappointed. He is practically a stranger. 

At a loss for words, I stared at my parents. „We don´t want to make decisions about your life, but Eris is a... complicated man.“ my mother interjected. You mean dangerous. 

„Wait, Eris is your mate?“ I flinched and turned around, only to spot my brother hidden in the darkness with a shit-eating grin on his face. „Finally something interesting is happening.“ he chuckled, earning him a slap on the neck from Cass. „Hey!“ he cried out as my father shot him a warning glare before continuing his lecture. „Darling, listen. We only want to protect you and make sure you don´t get hurt. And Eris is not good company. He has proven that several times in the past. So please believe us when we tell you to stay away from him. We have our reasons.“ And what are they? A knot tightened in my stomach when I heard Azriel whispering from behind: „Especially after what he did to Mor.“

But he is my mate! Even if we don´t know each other well, don´t I have the right to figure out what´s happening between us? My mind screamed at me. Say something! Anything! You know you can! I forced my thoughts to shut down. We would not have this conversation now. Fight back! But I didn´t. I understood that my parents were trying to protect me. They were angry, no doubt, but with the love in their eyes, I couldn´t argue against them. 

So I only looked up and nodded, giving them a coy smile, even though it felt wrong. So terribly wrong. 

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This moment had been stuck in my head for the past few days. Although I´d agreed not to approach Eris, somehow I still hoped he would talk to me. Maybe to explain when and how the bond had snapped for him. 

Starlight? Az is waiting for you in the training ring.

Oh, right. I looked at the sun, which was already sinking deeper into the sky. Uncle Az had asked me yesterday if I wanted to train with him. We usually met at the same time every week to train, but over the last few days he had become more careful around me, giving me more space.

I quickly stowed the book away, not wanting Nesta to get upset if something happened to her beloved book. Changing into my fighting gear, I winnowed to meet Azriel. 

„Faster!“ Azriel shouted, lunging forward, but not fast enough. I sidestepped his punch to the right, and in the brief moment his defence was down, I landed three swift blows to his ribs. He groaned in pain and tried to sweep me off my feet in one smooth motion. Just as I was about to dive again, my back hit the sandy ground, Truthteller at my throat. A sweaty Azriel lay on top of me. 

He pulled me up, brushing the sand from my clothes. „That wasn´t too bad, but you´re less focused today.“ A questioning look crossed his face for a second as he looked down at me, then it returned to his usual straight expression.

I opened my mouth slightly as if to reply, but shrugged instead and walked towards the edge of the training ground, breathing heavily. Az only threw a knowing look in my direction. He knows. He knows how I feel. 

We had been training for about two hours and I didn´t know how my muscles were still able to keep me standing, but anyway, I was grateful for them when I winnowed us back to the River House for dinner. 

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After a quick shower, I now sat opposite to my brother at the wooden table eating dinner and it was truly a symphony for the senses. Wine glasses clinking. Knives scraping against plates. The aromatic scent of grilled steak and vegetables wafting through the room as my family engaged in a huge debate about who had the biggest wingspan. All I could do was smile at the silliness of it all and feel it seep into my soul. 

My father stroked my back lazily beside me, probably to keep calm, as Nyx started throwing peas across the table at Cassian, who dodged them. It really was ridiculous. „Seriously! A little decency, please!“ Amren hissed at this `display of strength´. Mor chuckled, „They´re Illyrians. Do you really think their egos would just ignore it if someone with bigger wings came along?“ My mother nearly choked on her wine at this comment, earning an amused look from her husband. „Can we all just calm down a little before the whole dining room is decorated with pieces of food?“ A quick, stern glance around the table from the High Lord and everyone resumed eating, interrupted now and then by a few giggles.

Ten minutes had passed, and the others had just finished chatting about upcoming events in Velaris, when Amren apparently decided to break the comfortable silence. „So y/n. Has anything been happening with the Autumn Heir lately?“ The wicked smirk on her face made her look like a cat that had caught a mouse to play with. All of a sudden, the room fell silent and everyone stopped eating. I felt my father stiffen beside me, his muscles tense. „Amren.“ Azriel warned, a low growl escaping his throat. „What? Just a sincere question.“ Not impressed by his threatening face. Not in the slightest.

Of course, the incident with Eris had spread around the River House throughout the last few days, fuelling rumours, but the others hadn´t said anything to me yet. I should have guessed that it was only a matter of time until the tension would blow up.

I think I might throw up. I certainly wasn´t in the mood to talk about it with my family. Not today. My blood froze as I gathered the strength to look into Amren´s cold, steely eyes, which were fixed directly on me. She didn´t even flinch when my father shot her a terrifying glare that would send shivers down your spine. 

Words began to flow into my mind, begging to be heard and a familiar feeling crept through my entire body, making my nerves go blank. It felt like I couldn´t breathe. 

„Are you all right, dear? You look a bit pale.“ she said, making me feel even more nauseous. „Amren, don´t.“ Everyone had stopped breathing by now. „You don´t have to answer her question, darling.“ My father´s hand darted out to graze my fingers, but I pulled back at the sensation. „You are his mate y/n, aren´t you? Must be desperate to know why.“ „Enough!“ Pure darkness collected in the corners of the dining room, ready to consume everything. I´d never seen my father so pissed off. „Why would you say such a thing?“ Mor uttered. „Exactly! She´s my sister, I´m the only one allowed to make fun of her!“, Nyx joined in. „I´m in the mood for some trouble.“ she responded honestly, taking a sip from her wine glass, completely untroubled. 

Everyone began to talk over each other, making it difficult to distinguish the individual voices. Tears welled up in my eyes as I covered my ears. The noise was becoming too much to bear. I sniffled, holding back a cry as I stood up and took a few steps away from the table. My chair scraped along the floor, causing everyone to turn around to me and all the shouting stopped. The tears began to trickle down my cheeks as my mother noticed them first, „Sweetheart, we´re so sorry.“ She stood up too. „We didn't mean to make you cry.“ Mor tried to reassure me, guilt clouding her voice. Everything felt too overwhelming. Leave. Walk away. Get out of this situation. 

„Starlight, come here. It´ll be fine.“ He took a few steps in my direction, but I quickly held my hand up in front of him to keep a distance between me and my father. 

„Y/n. Darling, we´re…“ But he stopped when I shook my head and scowled at him. Stared at all of them, anger written on my face, before I winnowed to my room. Leaving them all guilty and silent. 

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With my back against the door, I sank to the floor, tears streaming down my face. It´s my life! I get to decide how I deal with Eris! Why do they keep talking about it like it isn´t my decision? Like it´s not my life? 

My nails scraped the floor, attempting to hold on to something, anything, as I spiralled down a path I didn´t want to go. A guttural sound escaped my lips as my hand clenched into a fist and slammed into the expensive wood panels beneath me. Pain shot through my knuckles, making me want to scream. Anger. Fear. Emptiness. These emotions ran through my mind as my body shook with sobs. Why can´t I just talk? I want to, but I can´t... I don´t know... the words just won´t come out when I try. It made me even angrier when I thought about it. Do I not feel safe enough around my own family to talk to them? Or is there something wrong with me? 

A knot formed in my stomach. I had never had a big problem with myself before. Not with my body, nor with my inability to speak to others. But now I wished, longed to talk to someone. Just someone who understood me. Someone who...

A certain scent wafted through the room making me pay attention. Was that smoke? I sat up straighter to observe my own bedroom. Books were scattered across the floor and the door to the neighbouring bathroom was open. My bed was made, covered in indigo silk sheets that shimmered slightly in the moonlight streaming in through the closed windows. A few plants hung from the frescoed ceiling. Nothing more.

My eyes were no longer watery and my heartbeat had stabilised. But I could still smell that there was... something. Parchment.

I looked over at my desk, which was littered with various rolls of parchment, papers and pencils of all kinds. But right in the middle. Something had changed. 

Slowly, on shaky legs, I got up and walked over to my desk. A crimson envelope lay there, and next to it a shiny golden feather with light brown spots. I couldn´t remember putting anything like that here. It smelled of an open fire, fresh rain and a hint of vanilla. 

Deep down I knew who must have sent it. I opened the letter with trembling hands.

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Hello Princess,

Do you remember the night we met? To be honest, I can´t forget you. Standing on the balcony in your stunning gown, watching the stars fall upon you, even though they couldn´t diminish your appearance. At first I wasn´t sure how to approach you, but I did it anyway.

And it turned out to be one of the most wonderful nights I have ever had, and I wanted to thank you for it.

I could almost hear him chuckling to himself as a warmth filled my heart.

As you probably know by now, I'm your mate, but I don´t want you to feel obligated to anything that concerns me. It is your decision whether or not you wish to meet with me. ( Though I wouldn´t mind, of course) 

A blush spread across my tear-stained cheeks and I instinctively smiled. He had thought of me. He really had. My heart melted like snow in early spring. Something about him made me feel complete and understood. 

But if that´s the case, winnow to the border of Autumn in two days. I´ll be waiting for you under a birch tree when the sun sets. You can´t miss it. Sleep well, Princess! 

His letter also contained a small note. 

(Oh, the feather and the paper you write on will appear on my desk as soon as you write back).

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I was speechless. Not just because he had thought of me or wanted to meet me. No. But because he would let me decide for myself. He wouldn´t force me to accept the bond, even if it hadn´t snapped for me yet. 

Not wanting to think clearly at the moment, I did the only thing that seemed right. I broke the agreement with my parents. 

I pulled out the chair, sat down, picked up the quill and wrote back. 

Half an hour later, I was lying in my bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows and a gentle night breeze caressing my form. A few candles were lit to provide some sort of night light. 

Just as I was falling asleep, footsteps came from the hallway and my bedroom door creaked as it slowly opened. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to talk to whoever it was. „Darling, are you still awake?“ My father´s voice echoed through the room as he peeked out from behind the door. 

Just breathe. He won´t recognise it.

And he didn´t. He only walked over to my bed and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind my ear, while the last thing I heard was him whispering: „I´m deeply sorry, Starlight.“ before he silently walked out of my room, leaving me alone. 

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Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not the slightest flicker of light. Total darkness consumed everything around me. No light, nor sun, nor any kind of something... soft. Something to keep me warm as the cold crept up my body, like a hidden shadow from the depths of darkness. 

I gasped for some air to reach my lungs, but all I could inhale was dust. Air! I need air! My lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen and a tingling sensation shot through my entire being.

I felt like a flame being smothered as a deep, dark wave crashed over me, trying to drown me, as if I were nothing. As if I didn´t matter. 

The darkness drew closer with each passing second. Minute? Hour? Time didn´t matter in this place of emptiness. A place without walls or windows or even solid ground. The only things that trapped me were my own thoughts and the giant beast I couldn´t see, but felt. It swallowed everything around it as its claws raked along my skin, my soul, leaving scratches all over me.

I screamed, but all that came out of my mouth was... nothing. Every sound, no matter how small, was absorbed by the emptiness of this place. 

My body was drenched in sweat and my voice must have been hoarse by now from screaming my heart out for I don´t know how long. Slowly my body was losing consciousness and I was drifting further and further into the devouring void as I frantically tried to breathe. Please! I need to breathe! My heart stuttered for a moment. Help... help me! Somebody! Please, I... Hot tears streamed down my face and my eyes slowly closed as I was suffocated and drowned by the beast that guarded this place. My body went limp, tired from fighting. 

A gentle brush of soft fur against my back was the last thing I felt as I drifted into nothingness. 

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I jolted out of my sleep, my heart racing and the sheets beneath me damp with sweat. You´re awake! Everything is fine! I placed my hand over my chest, feeling my pulse slowly steady as I realised it was all just a nightmare. The silver curtains swayed slightly at the open windows and the moon shone so brightly I had to blink my eyes. `Shh, it´s all right, Little one. I´m here´ it yearned to say. My breathing had normalised and I ran a hand through my sticky hair. It was just a dream. I lay back and tried to sleep again, but I knew it was going to be a long night. 

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#acotar #acotar fanfiction #eris vanserra #eris x reader #acotar fandom

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Based on @pure-plum’s prompt: First gifts between Sun, Moon, and the diver.

(I also want to do that other prompt, but haven’t gotten to it 👀)

What the Tide Keeps AU, Moon-centric

word count: 1,984

You have a shelf in your apartment dedicated to the growing collection of gifts Sun has given you. A few tiny, beautiful shells he’d managed to save when they washed into his enclosure with the tide. The long, pristine flight feathers of a seagull that had gotten a little too close to the surface of the water. Then, once he’d been able to get out into open water they’d evolved. Bits of sun-bleached coral, sparking sea glass, and even a single, gleaming pearl that he’d presented to you with a look of deepest adoration.

They all sit neatly arranged, along with an over-exposed polaroid selfie you’d taken with the golden mer. It makes you smile every time you see it.

Another shelf sits blank on the other side of your bed, save for a blurry photo of your other charge taken from above, swimming through a patch of fading sunlight. Moon hasn’t seemed interested in gift-giving the way Sun is, but you feel like it’d be favoritism not to have a place for him here, the way you do his counterpart.

That’s not to say there hasn’t been progress. Moon has come a long way from the snarling, snapping creature that you’d first met. He seems to trust you now, at least. Well, for the most part. He still has a tendancy to shy away from your touch, outside of medical care, which he holds himself ridigly still for in a way that makes your heart clench in mourning for the abuse he and Sun have had ot endure.

He doens’t seem to have a probem touching you, on the other hand. Quite the opposite. Which is why you’re currently pinned under the heavy length of a rough, shark-like tail drapped over your lap, with a blue-black and silver arm wrapped around your middle, trapping your arms down at your sides. Moon has your back pressed snug against his chest and his chin resting against the top of your head, a low, constant sound somewhere between a purr and a growl vibrating his chest. You strain your neck trying to catch a glimpse at his expression. His ruby eyes are narrowed into thin, sleepy slits but you can see that his pupils are angled away from you. Well, until he senses you staring at him. Then, he glares at you with a grumble and his maw opens in a wide yawn, showing off his dual rows of razor-sharp shark teeth. He presses his chin into your hair, forcing you to look down and away from his face. You give in with a good humored huff. Best not to push your luck with him.

It’s an hour past sunrise, long past his usual bedtime. Sun has made himself comfortable on his usual flat rock near the shore of the cove, warming himself in the first golden rays of morning. You fight the urge to stroke Moon’s tail where it rests over your lap (making your legs fall asleep more every minute, but you allow it), knowing that, unlike Sun’s smoothe scales, Moon’s rough skin would cut up your hands like sandpaper. Instead, you lean your head back against him and hum softly.

“ You’re up pretty late, Moonshine. Something on your mind?”

He gives no indication that he heard you. That’s okay. You know to be patient with him.

It’s another several minutes before he responds at all, and even then it’s not with words. He shifts with arm holding you up to your shoulder, flopping backwards and taking you down with him, rolling onto his side in the sand and curling around you with a deep sigh that he muffles in your hair. His other hand in pressed in a fist against the sand, stretched out in front of the two of you.

You chuckle and pat the arm holding you in a steel trap against the midnight mer.

“Moon, honey, as cozy as this is you really shouldn’t fall asleep out of the water like this. We don’t want you getting any more sunburns.”

You keep your voice playful, but there’s an underlying concern you don’t fully manage to mask. It’s hard not to think about the weeks of painful treatment he and Sun had had to endure for the blistering sunburns they’d suffered. Moon’s had been worse by far, being a creature not meant for hours of prolonged sun exposure like his counterpart. There are still scars healing on his shoulders and back, months later.

Moon grumbles and coils closer over you, his tail fin slapping the water where it rests in an agitation you don’t understand the cause for.

“Hush,” he rasps into your hair, claws plucking thoughtlessly at the collar of your shirt in a familiar, resltess fidget.

Your brow furrows. Something is clearly bothering him, but what? You’d thought the night had gone really well, actually. From the time you’d shown up at midnight to now Moon had seemed to be in a remarkably good mood, relaxed and playful (meaning you’d gotten yanked into the water more than a couple of times, but hearing his hissing laughter had been well worth it). It wasn’t until shortly before sunrise, when he’d usually be curling up in a shaded part of the cove over a bed of soft sea grass, that he’d started acting agitated. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes, even though he became especially clingy. And while his verbal responses were usually pretty short and clipped, certianly less verbose than Sun, even that had been reduced to only one or two word replies, when he deigned to reply with words at all. He didn’t seem to be mad at you, but his sudden withdrawl is making you nervous none the less. Had you done something wrong?

You debate with yourself which is better: to relent and indulge whatever mood this is for a while longer, or to gently encourage him to talk. You don’t want to push him too much, but if you don’t nudge him now and then you don’t know if he’ll progress.

You decide to push, just a little.

You stretch your hand out towards the fist he has extended from you two and press your fingertips featherlight against the underside of his wrist in gentle encouragement.

“Moon?”

In a blink, his hand captures yours, one finger and his thumb pressing the back of your hand into the sand while the other two fingers stay curled closed. You feel the sharp edge of soemthing in his hand pressing into your palm, just barely, but you can’t focus on it for long because Moon cranes his head down and nips at your ear, sharp teeth barely scraping your skin but the clipped snap of his teeth right by your ear making you yelp anyways.

“M-Moon!”

His gravelly chuckle cast moist, salt-scented breath over your ear and blood rushes to your cheeks in a furious burn. You grumble, indignant and embarassed but secretly relieved to hear his laughter.

“That was entirely unncessary.”

“Pushy. Nosy.” His voice is a teasing purr nuzzled against the side of your head, despite his words, and he unfurls the rest of his fingers to lace his with yours, his much larger webbed hand dwarfing yours and completely obscuring the small object he presses into your palm as he drags your joined hands through the sand closer to you both.

You bite your tongue to keep from sputtering at the onslaught of unexpected affection, but you can feel your face heating more. You squeeze his hand, feeling the edges of the thing in your palm. It’s sharp, and feels triangular.

“Only a little. I was woried about you, you giant fishstick,” you huff, but the smile is audible in your voice.

Moon’s answering laugh is a raspy wheeze and you yelp, flailing a bit, as he rolls over so he’s on his back again and you’re laying right on top of him, held fast by his unrelenting grip over your waist. He grins up at you with a bear-trap maw and mischief in his sleepy crimson eyes.

You rest your chin on his chest and squint at him in suspicion.

“Whatcha got here,” you ask, giving the hand he still has entwined with his own a little shake.

His smile strains a bit at the edges, but he presses the mystery object into your palm and slide his hand away from your’s, looping it around your waist to join his other arm. His eyes soften looking at you, pupils fading until they’re almost indistinguishable from the brighter red of the rest of his eye.

“For you,” he says, blinking slowly and a little out of synch. You feel the corner of your mouth twitch into a smile at how cute his sleepy expression is before you register what he actually said.

You wrap your fingers around the little object and pull it close to inspect it. “For me?”

In your palm is a sharp, pearly shark tooth, curved and perfect and familiar. You glance back up at Moon and he flashes you a grin full of two rows of the very same kind of teeth. You mouth pops open in a little ‘o’ of surprise, lookign back and forth between the tooth in your hand and his face.

“A gift,” he expalins, and the claws on your back fidget, betraying his quiet anxiety.

You run your thumb over the smoothe, shiny surface of the tooth, admiring it. “This is one of your’s?”

Claws gently tap against your spine, and he nods, watching your reaction. You don’t need to play it up at all. You beam up at him in pure, honest delight, clasping the tooth close to your chest.

“It’s beautiful! Thank you, Moonshine.”

He only grumbles, looking away from you, but you see the way the white frills that frame his face perk up and shiver in delight, and you can hear the water stirr at the twitch of his tail fin.

Without warning, Moon shifts his grip on you and slide you off of him and into the sand, flipping so that he’s looming over you, the nightcap-like appendage on the back of his head draping over his shoulder and swaying next to your cheek with a faint glow. He grins down at you and chuckles at your surprised expression before reaching a clawed finger up and bopping you on the tip of the nose with it.

“It’s time to sleep,” he hums,  tilting his head to-and-fro so that the bulb on his appendage taps you on the cheek with each movement. You playfully bat it away and he grins.

“Nighty night, Moon.” You smile up at him, clutching his gift close to your chest.

His expression upturns and he taps his forehead against your’s (a first, and it makes your mind blue screen for a solid minute) before leaning away and pulling himself back into the water. He lashes his tail fin as he turns to go, spraying you with a splash of salt water. You sptter and toss a handful of sand after him, but you can’t stiffle your laughter. The tooth feels warm in your hand.

That night when you’re crawling into bed you glance over at the shelves you have set aside for your mers. Sun’s little treasure trove of carefully, lovingly selected gifts almost crowd out his shelf, and you heart swells with warmth and appreciation as you realize you may need to put up another shelf for his gifts. On the other side is Moon’s shelf, and sitting right in the center, right in front of the photo of him, is one of his own teeth. He’s never been much for gift-giving, for finding just the right trinkets to show his affection. But this was something of his, only his, and he gave it to you.

You fall asleep with the stupidest smile on your face.

#what the tide keeps au #what the tide keeps #mer!moon #mermaid!moon #mer!sun #mermaid!sun #moon x reader #just shameless fluff while I work on the main fic #fnaf dca #dca fandom

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1. Anything (Midoriya x Reader Week)

Bunny Midoriya x Bunny Fem!Reader

In this one reader is fem and is AFAB.

Hybrids

Maybe this arranged marriage with another rabbit hybrid could work out better than you initially thought. (Hybrid AU with No Quirks

Note: Nest- A group/family of rabbits ; Doe rabbit- female rabbit; Buck rabbit- male rabbit.

Warning: SMUT!! Mating Season. Cunnilingus, fingering, breeding kink, you know the usual BUT mostly just fluff

You felt like you were going to throw up. You could barely register anything around you other than the door in front of you. It was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Yet you weren’t even surprised considering how normal it was in your town and apparently the next town over. Your parents had arranged an engagement for you.

You fought tooth and nail to find a way, any other way, out of it but here you were. Standing in the hallway of your own home, knowing that on the other side of the door awaited your beloved fiancé that you had never seen or met before. You were in a panic, your tail moving fast as you tried not to have a panic attack. Your mother told you it was only natural. She married your father and your grandparents married each other the same way too. All your aunts and uncles did the same too. It was some trend that wasn’t only just a rabbit thing but for all hybrids too.

You took a deep breath trying not to freak out. You heard your grandparents were nearly two decades apart in years. The thought of being paired with some old geezer made your stomach twist and you weren’t sure if the little muffin you managed to force down your throat earlier, would stay down. In such a case you had already planned your escape, because there was no way you were going to be some breeder bunny to some old floppy eared buck rabbit.

You tapped your cheeks a few times to try and calm yourself down. You had to get it together. To at least get to the other side of the door and through this meeting before feeling as though your life was completely over.

The feel of the metal handle never felt so terror inducing as you managed to open the door. Your legs felt stiff as you forced them to move one at a time. When the door was fully opened you took a few steps inside. You finally saw him.

Standing at the end of the room looking out the window was a tall man. His long rabbit ears twitched indicating that he heard you. He turned his head close to half a second after his ears twitched. He turned around fully to face you, in wonder as well. This was the first time you had ever seen him. He was larger than most of the rabbit hybrids you had met, not by much but his body had thick muscles from hard work and yet his face seemed soft and kind. His cheeks still had baby fat to it with a face littered with tiny freckles that looked harder to see other than the ones on his cheeks. He had a head full of soft green curls that was slightly darker than the fur of his ears and his tail that you had only gotten a glimpse of.

You cautiously moved forward closer to him out of instinct, and he did the same. The two of you walked up close to each other, noses twitching slightly as you inspected one another. He smelt nice at least. You let out a short huff and took a step back, satisfied with your inspection. He wasn’t that bad looking. He was attractive actually but you didn’t know him so you would be hesitant still.

“Afternoon, I’m Y/N.” You bowed at the waist.

He gave you a soft smile and did the same. “A-afternoon. My name is Midoriya Izuku.” He greeted back.

You both stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what else there was to be said. You looked away from him to the couch that stood in the warm sunlight. You motioned to it, checking if he wanted to sit. He nodded his head and the both of you sat down next to each other, leaving much space between the two of you. It was awkward for a moment.

Midoriya could tell but the wag of your tail ever so slight that you were nervous. He let out a soft chuckle, his green jade eyes looking down at his hands, scarred. “Your parents?” He asked. You nodded your head, looking away from him, not knowing what to say. He chuckled. “It’s okay. My ma, she…” He hesitated. “Gets worried about me.”

You hummed. “I understand and sympathize.” You nodded your head. “Being part of a nest of ten, it was bound to happen for me.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Ten?” He asked with wide eyes. You chuckled at his reaction. “Only?” He asked with a raised eyebrow but a handsome smile on his face. You noticed, for a rabbit, he had longer canines than you would have thought.

There it was. It was a joking statement used amongst rabbits. Being known for their… bountiful… number of offspring, rabbits turned it into their own little joke too. You laughed nodding your head. “I know, I know. Small families.” You joked. “My parents thought I should join my elder siblings and be hoisted away to make room for my brothers and their families.”

“Hm.” Midoriya frowned for a moment, not liking the sound of that one bit, his ears lowering slightly. “Well, I am from a very small family.” He stated. “Just me and my ma.”

You looked at him shocked. “You have no siblings?” You asked.

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Yep. It’s just ma and I, also my stepdad. My ma moved away from her nest when she was younger, so we don’t have any relatives anywhere near us” He revealed to you. You stared at him still flabbergasted to hear of a rabbit with no siblings. He laughed at your shocked expression. “I know, it’s odd, but there are a few rabbits and hares in my town so we still have a little community amongst ourselves. Most of them work on our farm so I see most of them every day.”

“You’re a farmer?” You asked, he nodded his head. “Is that how you got those?” You asked motioning to his hands and his forearms. He had the sleeves to his button down rolled up, so it allowed you to see the few scares on his arms.

He looked down at his hands and arms. “Some of them…” He said extending his arms. “This one is from an angry bull,” He pointed to one on his outer forearm. “This one was from breaking my arm when I fell out of a tree one time, this one was when my hand broke when a crate fell on it, this one I got from my one wolf friend who was chasing me, this one…” You listened to him ramble about his scars, or the scars you could see. Your eyes wide in attention looking at every single one. He looked down at you at your wide eyes and your unreadable expression to him. He quickly tried to pull his arms back to hide them behind his back. “Sorry, I know my hands can be a bit tough to look at…” His ears moved to face back behind him in nervousness.

“No, it’s okay.” You placed your hand over his arm, stopping him from removing his hand. Your hand sat atop of his arm. You peered up at him gently, trying to make sure he didn’t feel insecure in front of you. “It’s not that. I like your hands. They show how hard you work.” You told him honestly, looking down at his big hands. Midoriya watched you with wide green eyes, glistening as you moved your hands in front of you, inspecting your own. “My hands aren’t nearly as experienced as yours.” You expressed. “I guess that will change though, right?” You asked giving him a hopeful smile.

Midoriya’s shoulders softened as he looked to you softly. He nodded his head, placing his hands on his lap. “Yes. I guess it will.”

That was the first and last time you would see him before the wedding. Your parents called it a great success considering no one got kicked in the face in disapproval (Rabbit habits). Soon everything was moving so fast you weren’t sure when it all began. Your items, in bulk, were being sent to Midoriya’s hometown and wedding preparations were being made.

It was a bit hard, with the two of you living in two separate towns but your parents and his mother seemed to make it work. You had to pick a wedding dress, which wasn’t too hard for you, considering your parents allowed you to get any dress of your choosing. You made sure that they would regret that decision by looking for the dress of your dreams no matter how expensive it seemed. Then you arranged the flowers with your mother.

Soon the day before the wedding you were travelling to Midoriya’s hometown. Yuuie. Now Yuuie was not like your town of all prey hybrids. Yuuie was a much more diverse town. Meaning you had to stop your mother from fainting at every glance whenever she saw another predatorial hybrid. You noticed much in the town. A butchery associated with the name Bakugou, a bakery with the name Sato, blacksmiths shop with the name Kirishima and so much more.

You wanted to explore so much but there was still much to be done about the wedding and you hadn’t seen your soon to be husband in weeks at all. When you arrived to what would soon to be your home you were struck in awe. A bit away from town with land far and wide, was the Midoriya Farm. A sign by the entrance gate with a little green carrot and cabbage next to it. Down the dirt road let to a farmhouse. Beautiful and white and spread across the farmlands were other buildings as well, stables, pens, a silo, barns too. Out of one of the barns closest to the entrance was where you noticed many people working.

When you had managed to sneak past a very happy-to-see-you Inko Midoriya and your parents, you went to check out that barn. You hid away to the side by the open doors. The inside was clean and decorated in whites, greens and golds. White fabric hung up by the ceilings and down the posts as hybrids of all shapes, species and sizes moved tables and chairs into place. In the centre of it all was your familiar green haired rabbit hybrids he was checking things off in a notebook, his head down as he muttered to himself.

“Move out of the way, you damn bunny!” A large canine hybrid growled. He had blond spiky hair that reminded you of a porcupine, but deadly and intense vermillion eyes. He was carrying a round table easily with both hands. His blond tail wagged softly behind him as he worked.

Midoriya didn’t look up from his notebook as he stepped out of the way. “Sorry Kacchan.” He managed to say before going back to muttering.

A pink haired woman with a short tail and fluffy semi-circle ears walked over to Midoriya. She patted his back trying to comfort him. “Come on Midoriya, there’s no need to worry. Everything is going to be fine.” She said kindly.

“I agree with Ashido.” A tall man with hair split in colours walked to stand by them. One side was red the other was w blinding white. He had feline features but clearly some sort of big cat by the thickness of his white tail with red spots. He placed a hand on Midoriya’s shoulder. “It will all be fine.”

“I know, I know.” Midoriya sighed out as he took a step away from them to finally look up at all the decorating to be done. His ears twitched at every little sound. “But it has to be perfect for her. I really want her to enjoy tomorrow. If there is anything I could do, I just want to make her wedding day special.” He voiced out with his eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the ceiling lanterns being set up.

You felt your heart flutter as a soft smile graced your face. He really wanted to make sure you would enjoy your wedding day. Out of this whole arranged marriage he wanted the day you would be known as Mrs Midoriya at least to be a good one to remember. You were touched by the green haired buck.

“Aww.” A huge redheaded hybrid, who looked the same type as ‘Ashido’ said with a face in awe at Midoriya’s statement. “That’s so manly, Midoriya.” He stated, carrying two stacks of chairs, one in each hand as he walked over to where the blond canine looking hybrid had put down the table he was carrying.

You would have wanted to stay and watch more but soon, your mother found you and took you by the ear and dragged you back to the townhouse before Midoriya would see you. It was bad luck for him to see you the day before the wedding after all.

You could barely sleep that night, sleeping in a room downstairs just a few short steps and up a staircase away from where you would be residing for what hopefully will be the rest of your life. It was nerve wrecking to say the least.

When it was time for you to wake up, you had managed to sleep a few hours and you were suddenly thrust into a world of intense preparations. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, nothing was safe. You were scrubbed till your skin burned and showered in ointments, rubs and scents till you smelled like a walking rose petal. While you were being pushed and pulled in all directions, you noticed out the window how guests started to arriving. Some you knew, most you didn’t, but you would soon.

Till finally you stood outside the chapel, bells ringing, your heart thumping so hard in your chest you thought you would throw up and faint. Whichever came first.

Your dad gave your arm a single squeeze looking down at you. You gave him an awkward smile making him laugh.  “He’s a good man Y/N, you don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t be making you stand here if I didn’t know he would treat you well.” He told you tapping your arm gently.

You nodded swallowing down hard. “I know dad, thank you.” You weren’t sure what you were thanking him for, nor if you genuinely meant it, but you had to put on a brave face as the doors opened.

The chapel was decorated too, filled with white decorations and wide-eyed guests. As you walked down the middle, trying your best not to trip, your eyes caught on the end of the aisle. The groomsmen were some of the hybrids you saw in the barn, the one with split red and white hair, the angry looking blond who seemed surprised, a blue haired snake hybrid with glasses and the gigantic red head. They all looked at you surprised to see the person their friend was to marry.

Midoriya stood dressed in an all-white suit front of the officiant, his shoulders tense as his back was facing you. His tail wagged nervously. Finally, you reached the end, your father letting you go as Midoriya turned around to face you. His face instantly fell into one of surprise. He was speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. He found you the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. You looked gorgeous in all white and an awkward smile on your face. His ears shot up as a smile in disbelief pulled onto his lips.

“Holy-” One sly look from the officiant and he coughed changing his proceeding words. “Carrot pastures." He quickly changed making you and others laugh as a blush went onto his face. Midoriya offered you a hand as you face one another. “Hi.” He greeted you with a flustered look.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Hello.”

The whole ceremony went without a hitch or stone, with Midoriya’s mother crying in the front row. Then you went back to the Midoriya farm for the rest of the day. There was much singing, dancing and drinking. Speeches from people you didn’t know but they seemed funny and you could get along with them just fine.

For example the blond. He held a champagne glass up and looked to you and Midoriya at your own separate table away from everyone else. “Deku I wish you all the best of luck in your new marriage.” He said genuinely. “To your wife, toots, I don’t know what his mother told you, but half your marriage will be filled with you trying to nurse him of a broken bone, I assure you.” That made everyone laugh, but Midoriya just rolled his eyes with a smile.

You met all of his close friends, which were a lot of names to keep track of but some you remembered from town. There was the blond canine who turned out to be a wolf hybrid, Kacchan as Midoriya called him (the blond didn’t seem to like the name at all- but in fairness he did call Midoriya Deku), there was the strict looking snake hybrid Tenya Iida, there were the bear hybrids Kirishima Eijiro and Ashido Mina, a leopard hybrid, Todoroki Shoto and many more. You were a bit hesitant of the predators, but they all seemed pretty sweet, besides Kacchan. Kacchan looked like he was ready to eat both you and your husband alive.

After speeches, people made it to the dance floor in front of you and Midoriya. The two of you sat next to each other, eating cake and pointing out different people to one another. You smiled as you watched people out on the dance floor. Midoriya looked down at you and then at the scene in front of him.  He cleared his throat. “Do… do you want to dance?” He asked offering his hand to you.

You looked down at his hand and took it. “Yes.”

Midoriya and you stood up, with him guiding you to the dance floor. Upon seeing the two of you arrive at the dance floor, it cleared to allow the newly married couple to have their first dance together. Midoriya carefully pulled you towards him, one hand holding yours the other holding your waist as music played. The both of you softly swayed to the beautiful music together, all eyes watching the couple dressed in white dance together.

“Today has been… nice.” You told him quietly just for the two of you to hear.

His eyes lit up upon hearing that. “Really?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “It was.” You gently squeezed his shoulder and hand. “Thank you, Izuku.” You spoke to him genuinely.

He smiled down at you, tenderly at this little moment. “Of course, anything for you.” The two of you continued to sway gently on the dance floor. Just the two of you and the music and for a moment, you didn’t think about how you still probably didn’t know half the people here, or how this was only the second time you had met Midoriya. For a moment you could shut all that out and focus on the way the music played and how Midoriya held you gently in his hands as you swayed with him. Midoriya then got an idea. “Hold on.” He gave you a bright smile which held mischief behind it.

You looked up at him confused. “Hold on? What do you mean by th-AAH!” Midoriya quickened the pace of the dance all while staying to the beat of the song to keep you in sync. You started to laugh and giggle as the two of you glided and spun around the dance floor in a flurry of white and giggles. Suddenly he let go of one of your hands, placing both hands on your waist before picking you up into the air making you let out a short scream that made the guests laugh too. You laughed, your head up to the ceiling as he spun you around in the air as if you and your dress weighed nothing. As the song started to come to an end, he slowly lowered you down your faces close to one another as you placed your noses together giggling.

After a flurry of more dancing, drinking and Midoriya and his groomsmen making a fool of themselves on the dance floor in some odd, coordinated dance they had been doing since middle school, the party soon died down and you said goodbye to your family. Then it was the wedding night.

You were practically ready to break out into a sweat at how nervous you were. Your tail wagging a mile a minute as you held your legs close to your body. All you had to wear tonight was white baby doll lingerie which only purpose was to either be ripped off of you or to seduce your husband into doing so. You felt practically naked and scared. This was the one part of the day you had foolishly forgotten. With it just being you and your new husband in the farmhouse, of course, there was nothing but the rows of carrots and the few chickens around the outside of the house to bare witness to what would occur.

Midoriya smiled as he entered his bedroom looking down at what he was holding in his hands. “I wasn’t sure what to bring so I-” The moment he looked up, all words left his vocabulary. His ears went up in alert as his brain froze. He was stunned as you sat on top of the sheets of the bed you now shared. He thought you looked absolutely gorgeous, if he thought you couldn’t look better at the wedding, he was clearly wrong. But then he saw your fearful expression, the way your fluffy tail moved, and your slicked back ears. Despite his flushed pink cheeks he quickly composed himself. He lifted a pack of playing cards in his hands. He shook the deck with a soft smile. “Cards?” He asked.

Relieved, your tail stopped twitching and your ears slowly started to raise away from your head. You nodded, accepting his proposal for a game.

And that’s how you spent your first night together. Playing cards and getting to know each other until you eventually both fell asleep in exhaustion at the full day the two of you had.

Your relationship with Midoriya was budding as the two of you grew closer day by day. With all the big or little things. Together the two of you were like old friends you had known a long time. You found out a lot about him, and he you. Although learning to live with one another was an adjustment, it wasn’t something the two of you couldn’t handle.

There were little things that two of you did together that always made your days so filled. You always woke up together, having gotten used to waking up bright and early in his arms. Him chinning you softly making you laugh at his possessive bunny behaviour despite knowing it was often just the two of you now a days. Then you made breakfast together, which was fun since the both of you swapped and tried out new different ways to cook meals.

Afterwards, the farm had much work to be done but together with other rabbit hybrids you grew to know, it was work done well, with you and Mama Midoriya being the ones to sell all the many vegetables grown at your farm in the Todoroki market. Your new favourite hobby however, whenever you were supposed to be helping around, was watching Midoriya chop wood.

Now maybe this was the start of how things started to slowly grow between the two of you but you couldn’t help it. The way his arms would grip the axe as he swung it harshly down cutting the log into two effortlessly, the way the sun glinted on his sweating muscles and how with his hat on, he looked like he could kill you with just one look. He had you breathing funny and all the other rabbits teasing you. Midoriya noticed of course, he noticed everything that happened on his farm. And maybe that’s when he started getting bolder.

At the end of the day when it was just the two of you in the house, after a warm dinner there were a few things the two of you would do. From stargazing, cards (a deadly war in the Midoriya household), jenga and your favourite just talking. Talking with sleepy yawns, bodies unconsciously leaning against each other, blankets draped over the both of you, ears drooped in tiredness and little yawns and sniffles. Falling asleep in warm accepting arms was something you weren’t sure when you would ever get used to but it was something you never wanted to lose.

Slowly the two of you would get closer. Maybe you would bathe with the door slight open letting him peak inside if he ever just so happened to be in the house when you did. Or he seemed to forget all his shirts and start working shirtlessly a bit more, saying how shirts were ‘constricting’ him. Escalating things. From small touches, longing gazes, possessive holds, everything.

Until next thing you know, it was Spring. The most dreadful time, especially for rabbits. All the rabbit hybrids had taken at least two weeks off due to the beast that was mating season. At first, you and Midoriya avoided each other like the plague. Your instinct trying to gravitate and pull each other to one another like two strong magnets. Instincts calling, demanding for you to breed. You both clearly wanted each other, it was evident in the way Midoriya’s eyes would darken every time he saw you walk around the house in nothing but one of his shirts and a carrot in your mouth to keep you occupied. Or in the way your eyes would linger on his bulky body more aware of his presence whenever he did anything even it was just lounging around.

Until you couldn’t take it anymore. The burning and insatiable need inside you becoming too much to handle. It felt so hot. Everything felt too hot, too much, yet all not enough. You whined and cried out into the open air for the first time since this whole season. Normally you would muffle your voice and your cries, not wanting to disturb or tempt Midoriya, but frankly you couldn’t care. Your rabbit infesting your thoughts and actions with the power of a tsunami.

Midoriya was thoroughly surprised when he walked by his room (which he had given up to you during this season as to not tempt himself) to hear you crying. Now in all fairness he probably should have paid closer attention to the situation, but he couldn’t care. All he knew was you sounded like you needed help, like you were in pain. And Lord behold, when he opened that door frantic to check on you, the sight he saw in front of him made all the blood rush down to his painfully restricted cock.

You lay on the bed, your fingers deep within your cunt, fingers plunged deep inside you as you cried out in frustration. His shirt sat bunched down your body as you arched your ass high in the air, your tail up. With your other hand you kept his shirt bunched up near your face so that you could smell his scent on you. Tears spilled from your eyes in pain. You turned your head to look at Midoriya. You whined. “Fuck! Izuku please.” You wiggled your tail to try and seduce him to come relieve you of the intense ache inside you. “Please! Please Izu~ Help me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

This whole time he had to bite tooth and nail, all while fucking his fist in order not to just grab you and fuck you on the nearest surface he could. He needed you like he couldn’t breathe without you. Never had mating season been so bad till now. Now it was like all he could think, taste, see and smell was you, yet he couldn’t have you in fear of overstepping.

Well not anymore. He rushed to you as if being further away from you was the biggest sin he could have committed. Ripping his pants off and climbing into bed, you whined wanting him to touch you. Midoriya placed his hands on your ass, prying you apart and forcing your face deeper into the sheets down below you. Not wasting a second his tongue was on your slit making you mewl, your body shivered finally having him where you needed him. You whined trying to push his tongue inside you.

Midoriya groaned at the taste of you. To him right now you tasted like pure honey on his tongue and he was addicted to it. Nothing could replace it. He lapped and licked at your sex like a man starved. He needed you as if he was dying of thirst, that only your juices could quench. His fingers found their way to your tail, pushing down at the base. You jolted forward with a squeak making him chuckle against you.

You moaned at the vibrations, loving the feeling. “Izuku.” You let out. “Please.” As much as you wanted him to continue to eat you out as determined as he was, you wanted something inside you. Him, inside you.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ve got yah.” Midoriya carefully brought his hand to your sex, cupping it gently. You bucked into his palm wanting friction. He chuckled as he pushed two fingers in.

His calloused fingers rubbing against you just right. You whined and keened at the feeling, finally having something inside you. You squeezed his fingers as if it was the cock you knew he was keeping from you. Midoriya moved his long fingers in and out of you, stretching you out. You whined as he started to increase in speed. He gripped your ass, keeping you in place as he rapidly decided to move his fingers in and out of you. You moaned as you pushed against him even more.

A surprise orgasm ran through you. You cried out in pleasure as you came around his fingers, them not relenting as they endlessly caused you pleasure as your release dribbled down your thighs and his hand. As your high started to go down, he quickly removed his fingers. He flipped you over so that you were lying on your back, and before you could start complaining, he plunged his fingers back inside you. Not allowing a break he, continued right where he left out. His thumb moved to rub at your clit and then you gasped. You felt tears prick your eyes as your hands fisted the sheets underneath you. “Izuku! Izuku!” You cried out at the onslaught of pleasure and pain mixing together.

Midoriya’s eyes were dark and trained on your body as your thighs shook at the accumulated amount of stimulation he was giving to you. He used one hand to grip one of your thighs down to the bed to force you open. He was enchanted with giving you pleasure above all things. He wanted to satisfy you, to make you satisfied, so that’s what he did. Watching another orgasm befall you as your eyes rolled and you arched your back. Guiding you back more gently this time, he relented as your body relaxed.

He removed his fingers from your tight sex, his hand and forearm dripping in your essence. He shuffled closer to you, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his size as he licked his forearm. Gripping both your thighs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he aligned his cock with your entrance. You noticed that was one of the few places he didn’t have freckles everywhere. You reached a hand up to him. Midoriya looked down at you confused. His ears twitched alert, wondering what was wrong. He bent over you to ask you if you were alright when your hand found its way to his head filled with green curls.  You threaded your fingers through his hair and then pulled his head down to you. You placed both your noses together, just like you both did on your wedding day. You smiled and nodded your head. This was you choosing him, allowing him, letting him. You wanted this

and he wanted this too.

He smiled grateful for the reassurance, before pushing his fat cock head into you. You hissed at the stretch, your grip on his locks tightening. Midoriya groaned at the feeling of you wrapping his cock so delicately yet so tight. His shoulders dropped in relief as the bunny fever of spring started to ease up just by being inside you. He sighed in relief once he was fully inside you, the feeling intoxicating. You moaned at the full feeling he was giving you. It felt almost relieving and right to be like this, fitted together to be one.

Midoriya waited a few moment for you to adjust, to get used to his length inside you. Then he felt the itch again, at the back of his mind that made his tail twitch once in anxiousness. Breed. He had to breed you. His hands on your thighs, a tight grip on the plush of them. He looked down at you, his expression unreadable. “Can I be rough with you?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded your head and that’s all he needed.

Carefully withdrawing back, almost pulling his entire length out of you, you breathed in a sigh of relief at the lack of pressure. Then without warning he snapped his hips back forward into you. You moaned in pleasure as from there he started a steady rhythm in and out of you. The beautiful feeling of your sex trying to milk him for all that he had making him not relent. His hands tightened on your thighs as he used your thighs as leverage to move your body up and down his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Midoriya let out a low growl like sound. The sight of your body jolting, chub jostling from the force he was using was enough to make him want to cum already. He was already sensitive due to the time of year, but now being inside you, he had to focus so hard on not absolutely blowing his top off from just being inside you.

Your eyes were rolled back as you cried out in pleasure. You gripped at your chest and at the shirt of his that you wore. Everything was warm, it was hot and yet it was a beautiful type of heat that left you aching and wanting for more. “Izuku! Please! Cum inside me please! Kits! Give me, kits please!” You pleaded to him, aching for him to douse the heat that was the spring mating season and the harsh hold that it had on your body and mind.

Midoriya grunted, he focused on chasing his building orgasm. He smiled at your neediness. “Of course, anything for you.” He smirked down at you, repeating the words he said to you at your wedding. At a particularly hard thrust, your were arching into him with a loud cry. You came over his cock, your hold on him tightening and pulsating. Midoriya moaned at the feeling, his moans slowly started to turn into whines. Needy whines as his thrusts turned less rhythmic. “Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so good. So good for me.” He let out as his thrusts started to falter yet more desperate. His grip on you was bruising and you knew it would bruise. “I’m gonna- gonna-” With a whine, and his head placed in the crook of your shoulder his orgasm rippled through him.

You hummed at the warm feeling inside your abdomen as you finally felt peace and relief go through you. “Izu…” You let out tiredly. Midoriya lay on top of you, not wanting to remove himself from inside of you. You were just too good, too perfect, too much for him and yet he couldn’t get enough. “You’re crushing me.” You giggled threading your hands through his hair between his ears. Wordlessly, he rolled over to have you atop of him. He held you safely, his hands moving to hold you by your waist.  His head still buried in your neck as he slowly came down from cloud nine. You let out a soft purr like sound in affection. You nudged the top of his head. “Are you alright?” You asked quietly.

He nodded his head. “Yah.” He removed his head from the crook of your neck to relax back against a pillow. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He sniffed wiping at his eyes. You cooed at how cute he was being. You littered kisses over his face. “Hey!” He laughed, trying to escape your kisses. “You think I’m succeeding in my husband duties, hm?” He asked with a chuckle.

You nodded, placing a kiss on his nose. “You had been since the first day I met you, silly. I couldn’t have gotten anyone better.”

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[kendrene]

20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear + whichever ship your heart desires 🙃

Ava coming home from the bar at the end of an afternoon shift, the village unusually quiet around her. Streets empty, the houses hunkered down, squatting almost, as rain-promising clouds roll in from the north, bellies low, scraping the bottom of the valley.

A first drop of rain hits her shoulder. Cold, it sends chills down her spine. Ava is dressed for earlier heat. Tank top. Shorts. Second hand shoes that feel one step away from coming apart.

Hunching her shoulders, body curling around her prize. The croissants inside the paper bag are leftovers from the bakery - Ava got them half-price. The ones Beatrice loves, that she rarely allows them to get. They're on a budget. They need to save what they earn.

Ava thinks in part it's just excuses. Suspects that a big part of Bea, who is so efficient in taking care of her, doesn't know how to be nice to herself.

The stairs leading up to the apartment. Old and creaky, but after weeks of Beatrice teaching Ava how to move she doesn't make a sound. Ava sneaking in, pausing as Beatrice's voice drifts to her from their shared bedroom.

"I don't know how to protect her." Bea's tone is forcibly flat, tension crystallised, carefully trapped behind each word. "What I'm feeling for her-" Bea pausing. Ava unable breathe. "Yes Mother. I understand."

Heavy silence settling in. The conversation clearly ended. Then, another muted sound and Ava's stomach dropping at the understanding of what it is.

Beatrice is crying.

Ava wanting to be angry at Mother Superion for making Bea cry, angrier that she can't. It's because of her Beatrice is crying, and lashing out would mean letting her know that she heard. Letting her know that she, too, feels-

Stomping into the kitchen, she makes enough noise that Beatrice emerges from the bedroom in a hurry, a knife held in her hand. Her eyes, red and a touch puffy the only sign of her emotional distress.

"I brought snacks!" Ava reveals the croissants with a flourish. Puts on a smile she does not really feel. Beatrice opens her mouth, eyebrows drawn, and Ava hurries to add that she got the croissants on sale. They could have them for breakfast in the morning, or heat them up now. In the small toaster oven the last tenant left, the way Bea taught her to do so that the pastry doesn't go all floppy and wet.

Bea has taught her so many things.

The can do whatever she likes.

"I think we could have them now." Bea's smile, a little strained but there. Like glimpses of sunlight through quilted clouds after the rain. "I'll brew us some tea."

Things clicking in a different way. How they move around inside their tiny kitchen without jostling. Ava grabbing the plates stored in the cupboards over Bea's head. Beatrice reaching behind her for their stash of tea. There's little left, Ava notes, her mind stumbling over the smallest of details so that she doesn't have to think of what she heard.

Bea has feelings for her.

Bea likes her. Likes her back, likes her back, likes her back.

And later that night the bed being too small to contain their tired bodies and their shared secret. Ava making sense of the nightmares that wake Beatrice up. Of the nights when Bea doesn't come to bed at all, nights in which she sits by the window, keeps watch until dawn.

Afraid to fall asleep and wake up tangled, warm back against her front. The stretch of space between them a chasm. An intractable ocean. Their bodies obeying other laws - like hydrogen and oxygen the two of them a whole that can't be decomposed.

Beatrice stammering apologies in the light of morning. Ava waving them away. I know. She says by looks and touch alone. I feel it too.

I love you.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava x beatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #dren writes

[shadesoflsk]

MASTERLIST !!

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! SERIES !!

MILLION DOLLAR BLOODLINE ⎯⎯ vampire/detective Leon x fem/detective reader

In the middle of the glamorous and alluring 80s decade, a new case of crimes has started to alarm Raccoon City’s citizens. Politicians and cold-blooded people are stabbing each other in their backs, forgetting about alliances or even morals.  As a young detective tries to unravel the deep and hidden secrets in the city of freedom, no villain is safe. Meanwhile, a mysterious leaker and traitor is on the loose, working in the shadows to bring down those who drained innocent people of their lives and money.

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! FICS !!

LOVE, OR THE LACK THEREOF ⎯⎯ vendetta leon x gn reader. (angst)

Leon and you have been divorced for a year now. It’s been one hell of a year between his missions and his new lover: alcohol. He thinks he’s doing just fine, after all you’re the one who’s missing out — or so he thinks. It’s until he has fallen ill that he realizes how lonely he is.

WILL YOU BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS? ⎯⎯ vendetta leon x gn reader (full angst)

It's going to be Leon's first Christmas without you. He promised you he would get over your death. But how is he planning to do it if the ghost of you keeps haunting him?

BLANCA NAVIDAD ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x fem reader (fluff)

Leon never liked Christmas. Memories of him being taken away from his parents and countless missions made him a bitter man. However, he wouldn't have guessed that one day, he would be placing Christmas stockings with a wife and a little bundle of joy next to him.

LOVE YOU, SANTA! ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x fem reader (smut, fluff)

You were feeling a little bit depressed since this was your first Christmas away from your family. Thank God your best friend was there to comfort you.

RETROSPECTION & OUTCOME ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x afab reader (angst, smut, fluff)

The journey of healing is not an easy one. Obstacles and doubts filled the path Leon decided to take. However, the agent had planted the seed of self improvement and with your help, a strong and resilent tree will grow.

LULLABY FOR A BROKEN HEART⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (hurt/comfort, fluff, a bit of angst)

After a mission, Leon musters up the courage to ask for one thing he's always wanted.

YOUR? OUR MARGARET⎯⎯ leon kennedy x single mom reader (fluff)

Life slowed down when Leon first saw those tiny rays of sunlight. But he didn't think he would fall in love with the whole sun. Or: Leon falls in love with a single mother.

MOONTALK ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (bit of angst, fluff, smut)

After retiring, Leon often has nightmares about his past. Talking under the moon's gaze seems to help.

THE OLD WAY ⎯⎯ farmer leon kennedy x fem reader (smut)

Living at a farm and being married surely has it perks. However, Leon can't help but think something is missing.

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! HEADCANONS !!

OLDER LEON HEADCANONS ⎯⎯ older leon x gn reader (fluff)

EVERY STEP YOU TAKE ⎯⎯ re4 leon x gn reader

SfW HEADCANONS ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader

HIS MINI WORLD ⎯⎯ dad leon x fem reader

⸺ ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ! DRABBLES !!

A GLIMPSE IN LEON'S LIFE ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

DON'T SLIP, LEON ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

FOR MORE YEARS TO COME ⎯⎯ leon kennedy x gn reader (fluff)

#ruby's masterlist #masterlist

[wuahae]

✶ seventeen, after it all ends.

post-breakup hcs, ft. performance team

-> vocal | hip hop

junhui still sees you in everything you left behind. it speaks to him in echoes, scattered light in afterimages, scuffs of shoes on the floorboards near the front door and missing keys on the wall hook and gaps on the refrigerator door where ghosts reside in the emptiness. you had left him slowly, packing away belongings as you hovered over places you had once called yours, small trinkets and old clothes buried in forgotten boxes offered to him for safekeeping ("do you want to keep it?" you asked, holding out a scarf. it had been shared so much it developed from 'yours' to 'his' to a hazy state of 'ours.' "it'll keep you warm when it gets colder here."). old memories dug up and split into two, postcards written and photos strung up in the bedroom placed in the care of those who they never wholly belonged to, junhui tries to remember that day in the way it happened in its fullness—soft sunlight, quiet smiles, intimacy he knew would be for the last time. you had set aside a couple dishes next to a half-full glass of water, things to take or leave; there was a mug with a chip on the rim you insisted on taking (you were the one who had dropped it in the sink, after all), but junhui slid it over to his pile before you could say any more. (there was a cat painted on the side. you were the one who picked it out.) weeks later, the glass is still half-empty where you'd left it; junhui doesn't think he can ever fill it again.

soonyoung loses himself in the noise. he throws back another shot, the liquid burning on its way down his throat, a dull roar in his ears. it's a sick sort of satisfaction as the heat sears through his skin from the inside out, but soonyoung has always been one to relish in pleasure not so easily earned. you had once told him that was what you loved most about him, his passion fueled with sweat and blood and devotion for things just out of his reach, but soonyoung thinks it's a little cruel of you, then, to turn into the thing he hopelessly longs for. his finger hovers over your contact in an alcohol-blushed daze before he knows it, only pausing when a brief moment of clarity settles gently on his shoulders; jihoon's told him countless times to just delete your number already (keeping relics of old memories allows the loss to fester, he's been told), but it feels a bit too akin to giving up, like turning off practice room lights when he's yet to perfect a dance move, or settling for a performance worth silver when he knows he could turn it into gold. soonyoung is stubborn, almost to a fault, but that was what you had loved about him, right? (do you still? a tiny voice in his head asks. his thumb slips, the voicemail beeps.) then again, maybe loving you was a fault of his, too.

"i'm fine," minghao insists, for what seems like the hundredth time. his skin prickles under the hidden looks everyone sneaks when he has his back turned, pity and concern and minghao wishes they would just stop because he really is just fine. ("we broke up weeks ago," he says, irritation carefully patted down like static flyaways. "there's nothing to worry about." doubt can be traced even before minghao can see their faces, and he rolls his eyes, suppressing a sigh before leaving.) minghao returns home and a quiet "i'm back" almost slips out before he catches himself, biting his tongue as the click of the door echoes through the silent apartment. he wonders when habits will break, when he will stop looking for things that once were— the other toothbrush by the sink, extra leftovers in the fridge, articles of clothing draped across the furniture for convenience. it's almost funny, when he thinks about it, the way he only now sees glimpses of future in spaces where it no longer exists; or maybe they had always been there and he just had taken them for granted, had gotten used to the feeling of his hand in yours and the warmth of your body by his side and if he were being completely honest, home has never quite felt the same ever since you left. minghao supposes love made all the difference (the clock on the wall ticks hollow, cold, every second fraying away at his edges). "i'm fine," he reiterates softly, to himself. he hopes one day the love that remains will allow him to truly mean it.

chan knew he should have just stayed at home. it was a mistake to let himself be worn down by seungkwan's insistence, but he only has himself to blame as he downs another drink, watching as you giggle another quiet whisper into another man's ear. chan's grip tightens around his glass, fingers slick against the perspiration, gaze burning and molten-stuck to the stolen sight of you. and almost as if you sensed the lingering, your gaze catches his and he immediately averts his eyes, stool scraping against the floor as he gets up to leave. your stare sears holes in his back as chan weaves his way through the crowd, and he wonders how it's all come to this—how you both can only bear to look at one another when the other has their back turned, how everything he knows about you has turned into a burden with no place for to go. a part of him chides gently that he should just let it go, (it was over, after all—it has been for a long time. maybe it was time for him to let the knowledge of you go, to finally meet your eyes when he says goodbye) but the past eclipses with the present too vividly for the memory of your breath on his neck to not feel like salt on never-healed wounds. so chan pushes his conscience aside under the lasting buzz of liquid amber, ignores your eyes still searching for his, and curses that he really, really, should have just stayed at home tonight.

#seventeen reactions #seventeen headcanons #svt headcanons #svt reactions #svt scenarios #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #jun x reader #junhui x reader #hoshi x reader #soonyoung x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #chan x reader #lee chan x reader #dino x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst

[wheeboo]

fighting! | boo seungkwan

SYNOPSIS. in which seungkwan gives you a boost of morning motivation. PAIRING. boo seungkwan x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.01k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’  track 01: now playing ‘fighting!’ track 02: lunch  track 03: 7pm

Buttoning up the final button of your outfit, you give a glance at yourself in the mirror and let out a tired sigh. It was too early in the morning for this𑁋to be called into work on a day you expected to have off only to go home at the late hours of the evening. There wasn't much to be done about it, and when you told your boyfriend about it, he nearly called your workplace to threaten with a complaint since he had initially made plans to spend the day with you.

Luckily, you stopped him.

You exit out of your shared bedroom, greeted with the pleasant aroma of coffee and breakfast to your nostrils. Making your way into the main living area, you catch a glance of Seungkwan hovering at one of the large windows, his signature iced americano in his hands as he basked in the morning sunlight. A smile crosses your face as you make your way towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

You place a brief kiss to his cheek. "Good morning, boo."

"Good morning, sweetheart," He turns towards you, noticing your half-opened eyes. "I made you some pancakes and coffee."

"You know me so well." You sit yourself down at the dining table, taking in the sweet sight of the pancakes and coffee, just the way you like it.

The two of you sit across from each other as Seungkwan rambles on about his plans for the day since he will basically be alone for most of it since you will be at work. You could only listen to his sweet voice, chuckling quietly to how he expressive he is, like how his hands move as if conveying his words. This was something you always looked forward to when spending time with him𑁋just listening to him talk is as joyful as everything you two do together. And it's even better now that you live together.

Well, in a way, you technically have been living together if you count all the times Seungkwan has claimed a spot in your former apartment. You wanted to take a nap in your bed? Sure, let's take a nap in our bed. Seungkwan claimed he is rarely possessive, but you both know that was a bit of a white lie.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to free today up. I know you made plans for us together," You say, taking a sip of your coffee. "I just wish they, you know, communicated with me. I mostly have this day off, but they clocked me in just yesterday."

Seungkwan shakes his head and reaches over, placing his hand over yours. "My plans are going nowhere, Y/N. We have tomorrow off, so don't worry too much, okay?" Hearing his voice all soft and soothing makes your heart swell. He always knew the right words to reassure you, even if he playfully scolded you at times for not taking care of your health or for worrying too much about little things. "Plus, I'll make a special lunch delivery for you."

Your eyes widen to his words. "You'd do that for me?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm not letting you sulk in that office chair for the next ten or so hours. Besides, it gives me an excuse to visit you, and you know I would never pass up that opportunity."

The serious yet playful tone on his voice elicits a chuckle from your lips, and it gives Seungkwan a boost of satisfaction. He knows you aren't a morning person like he is𑁋the most he can do is to try and make you feel motivated or just the tiny bit of happiness. After all, he is the self-proclaimed moodmaker.

"And tonight, I'll run a warm bath for you and relieve all that tension and stress so that tomorrow, you can be freshened up for our date. I have a lot of things planned for us and I know you wanted to try that new restaurant that opened across the city."

Your posture perks up to his ideas, catching a glimpse of the proud smirk plastered on his face. Now you know you had to get through the day in order to come back home. Gosh, he really is your human vitamin.

"Thank you, Kwannie," You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a small, grateful kiss to his knuckles. "I love you so much."

Seungkwan feels his ears trickle red. He would never admit the effect you have on him. "I love you too."

Once you finish breakfast and putting your plate away, you swiftly grab your bag and belongings as Seungkwan cleans the table and approaches you right after. You look at yourself on the camera of your phone before noticing Seungkwan right in front of you.

"How do I look?" You ask him.

Seungkwan takes a long, observant look over your outfit from the top of your head and ends of your toes, tilting his head cutely in thought. Then he steps closer and pushes back some hair from your face and adjusts your collar, before meeting his lips with yours for another kiss, catching you off-guard. For a moment, you nearly forget about all the worries you had for today.

"Absolutely stunning as always and ready to conquer the day," he responds, hands rubbing comfortably on your forearms. "Text me when you get there, okay? I'll meet you up later during your lunch break."

You nod in response, giving him an appreciative smile. It took everything in your power to not throw your bag down on the floor and just stay inside with him, but you knew you couldn't do that. There was a rush of motivation flowing within your veins that you just have utilise before it disappears entirely. And all of it stemmed directly from Seungkwan.

He unlocks the door for you and watches you step out. You look back at him a few times, offering a wave of your hand.

"Fighting, baby!" You hear Seungkwan call out loudly, as if announcing to the entire word his formidable and underlying love and affection towards you. "You'll do great today! I love you!"

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