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hoony2k · 4 months

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HEART 2 HEART

I aint never seen two chill idols in a room, one of them is always obesessed with the other. Or

Idol!enha giving idol!you heart eyes in professional settings.

PAIRING: ot7

GENRE: fluff, crack, established lovers, secret lovers, idol x idol

WORD COUNT: 3k (help)

WARNINGS: mentions of innocent kissing that's it. I got possessed during hoon and hee's.

NOTE: hii this was so fun. I kind of wanted niki and sunoo's to be a bit longer but I yapped a bit too much in general. this is massive for a 7 member drabble but 1 para wouldn't do justice. hope you enjoy!

Part 1 -> we dating fr?

Part 3 -> cut the cameras

requested masterlist

★ HEESEUNG:

He thinks everything’s a game!!he thinks its funny! But mr lee who is laughing? Not him rn

You’re walking in the hallways after a quick trip to the washroom when suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a room. You’re ready to scream but he swiftly covers your mouth and chants “It’s me. It’s me” like that’ll help you understand why your boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to lead you into a small clothing room.

You want to get mad at him for a billion reasons but mainly because what if someone saw? and misunderstood! But his stupid smile tells you how he doesn’t care. Sometimes you want to have his optimism and confidence, maybe then you two could live a carefree idol life.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to fiddle with the bows on your outfit and hair. Your faux anger slowly crumbles as he stares at you like you painted the night sky and hung the stars on it. Still, you break eye contact just to dust your pride and Heeseung can not stop laughing, finding you cuter than ever.

“I have to go soon. We can’t get caught”, you remind him, the overwhelming time restraint burdens you every time you meet him outside his dorms and as usual, Heeseung doesn’t mind. He shrugs casually, then gives you a reckless smile, eyes hooded. “Who cares?”

Your heart skips a beat in the best way but you purse your lips and pretend to think it over. A hum escapes you, tapping your finger on his chin. He leans closer.

“Probably our managers, you know?”, you say knowing he’s far too busy admiring your eye makeup to even care about the consequences of what would happen if someone were to open the door. So, you do the most logical thing a person subjugated with love could do. Taking his smiley face in your grasp, you turn his head and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, intentionally pressing into his skin to leave a stain.

You pull back to inspect the pink gloss on his cheek, lightly smudged. Heeseung looks like he’s floating but before he can pull any stunts you clap him on the back as a goodbye and quickly scurry out of the room. Not even bothering to check if someone was in the hallway.

If Heeseung stands alone dazed for a while…no one needs to know. He fights his demons when he brings out a tissue to remove your gloss, sobbing internally.

★ JAY:

You will be my girl my girl my girl <3

Jay had told you about how he’d film the Sweet Venom TikTok challenge with you to prepare you beforehand. You had learnt the dance long ago, but the mental preparation to become a different person in front of Jay from Enhypen and a camera took some mental energy. Acting like you were strangers and not a couple filming a silly video wasn’t what you wanted but you were thankful no one spread dirty rumours.

His manager held the camera to film some behind-the-scenes footage of Jay “teaching” you what to do in the challenge and it was kind of funny. But when it came to filming, Jay did everything to be able to spend some extra time with you without seeming suspicious.

He’d get the timing wrong on purpose, he’d bump into you, with the smallest nudge and he’d quickly pause the challenge to apologise. Each time he’d falter or force himself to be out of sync, to have one eye slightly closed, you’d laugh it off, genuinely finding his actions endearing.

He’s excited to film it with you, he can’t wait to show how good you two look, and how his dance style compliments yours, and he can’t wait to see his fans react, gushing over you, throwing heart emojis for his girl.

It was rare for to Jay get so stubborn so you entertained it and laughed. The manager didn’t mind as long as she farmed enough footage but eventually puts her foot down when the behind-the-scenes videos turns longer than 2 minutes and the challenge hasn't reached its middle yet.

She politely tells Jay to rehearse once more and she’d film it after that. The rehearsed one goes by smoothly; the steps are muscle memory at this point.

Before the final take, Jay wants to tell you good luck but almost slips and lays it all out in the open as he parts his lips to call you “Babe”. At the utterance of the first syllable, you snap your head in his direction, eyes piercing his soul, not a hint of a smile.

Jay catches his tongue and switches it to another similar word and thankfully it isn’t noticeable nor is it understood by the manager who assumes Jay’s nerves cause him to slur over his speech. No big deal.

Slightly nervous, Jay glances at you and you offer him an understanding nod. Then the final take begins and everything goes smoothly. When the challenge ends, you turn to bow and he thanks you for joining him. As the manager gives you a thumbs up and taps away on her phone preoccupied, you turn to Jay with a raised brow and he blushes.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”.

★ JAKE:

Personal space? Never heard of her

It’s been hours since you’ve arrived and Jake has not stopped smiling for even a second. He’s over the moon he can’t believe how well you fit into his social circle (enha) like a puzzle piece he was missing this whole time. He’s not sappy but he could write an entire sonnet on how gorgeous you look lounging on his bed, eating take out and brushing your hair back as you watch the movie with him.

But when you announce it’s time to leave, he does not stop sulking and begging you. Literally on his knees. The moment you try to get out of bed, he grabs onto your arm and pulls you tight into his embrace, nose in your hair, he pretends he’s asleep when you ask him to let go.

“My manager just texted me”, you tell him but your hands find his free hand. He rubs a thumb over your hand and you feel like you just kicked a wet puppy into mud. He groans into your hair, slowly and subtly, his legs wrap around your own as if he’s trying to merge your bodies.

“Tell her your phone exploded”, his voice is muffled and immediately you stop feeling bad.

You whine his name and try again but he refuses to budge, and when he tries to pull his bed covers on your frame, you decide to threaten him, “I’ll scream for Jay I’m not playing. I’m overdue curfew”.

“Door’s locked”. HELLO??

You sigh and let your head rest on his pillow that smells exactly like him, ignore the flutter in your rib cage and rest for just a minute. Jake mistakes it as a sign of you surrendering, his grip loosening. You don’t waste a second and throw his caged arms off and jump out of bed and he begins to sulk and wail at the loss of contact. But as much as you love him, you can finally breathe without the weight of your chest.

“I like the idol you better. The one who acts like he doesn’t know me”.

“He wouldn’t treat you like I do”.

He’s ready to have beef with idol Jake if it is meant to impress you. When he’s tying up your shoelaces for you, he’s like “I’ll walk you home” and you tell him he cannot do that because people are always snooping so you’ll get a taxi and he’s like “I’ll walk you downstairs and wait until you sit inside”.

How could you say no to his puppy eyes?

★ SUNGHOON:

he’s on cloud nine because his wish finally came true. He’s radiating light wherever he goes.

He sat next to you, far too close for it to appear platonic but Sunghoon told you not to worry. He tells you not to worry when he’s facing you, knees brushing, you can feel his body heat despite the cool in the room. You’re trying your hardest not to stare at him or how he’s rolled up his dress shirt sleeves despite his stylist’s scolding, or how they slicked his hair back with gel but left one strand to dangle on his forehead, how it curves and makes his eyes seem sharper than they are.

You’re trying, ok?

It’s better than Sunghoon who cannot stop leaning in your personal space as he reads his lines off your shoulder for some reason, he giggles when you try to push him away but he clings like a magnet. The floor vibrates with heavy bass, you’re up again in ten minutes and you need him to get serious.

Unlike him, it’s your first time mc-ing and despite his hype boy attitude, your fingers still shake as you read your lines out loud. Sunghoon’s smile flickers until he remembers he can do something to help.

“Hey, just focus on me”, he says calmly, ironically the one thing you’ve been trying not to do.

But, with blind trust, you agree and your gaze lands on his. His eyes twinkle and crinkle, he stares back at you and you think you’ve started to smile like an idiot. You turn your eyes to soak in his outfit once more, he matches your formal dress, a deep red satin dress paired with similar gloves. He’s adorned in dark slacks that emphasise his stature, and a dark dress shirt with a maroon tie. His tie is crooked-

Out of instinct or perhaps it stems from the urge to hold his hands, feel his heartbeat under your fingers, you reach out, hands settling on his shoulders, then inch towards his neck to tighten and straighten the knot. Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave your serious expression, a lovesick smile hangs on his face. Your hands press onto the material to flatten it and fix his collars like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Something clatters and smashes loudly.

You rip your hands off his shoulders and he suddenly feels cold. Sunghoon pouts but you quickly turn away, surprisingly less scared than before. You glance in front and see your stylist give orders, someone says another band is preparing for an interview in 5. Finally, you grip the cards tightly in your hands but don’t even spare them a glance. Instead, you lock eyes with your lover who had been looking fondly at you the whole ordeal.

“let’s go over this one last time for your sake”.

Sunghoon laughs.

★ SUNOO:

Therapists hate him. He’s a mastermind at manipulation.

Both of you are chosen along with another idol and actor to partake in a reality show where you all live together and go on an adventure it’s all a great experience and you get to interact with new lovely people but when it’s late at night, the crew has gone to their hotel, cameras have been turned off, you, Sunoo and the actor gather at the dining table.

Sunoo keeps smiling at you and the actor and he offers to peel mandarins. As he peels, the conversation flows smoothly, his fingers work quickly and skillfully. Even though his eyes are downcast, his change in expressions tell you he’s listening to the conversation.

Out of respect, he offers the actor a plate with the most mandarin slices and out of habit, he slides to you the plate with the juiciest and scrumptious slices, choosing the dry ones for himself. You shyly thank him and Sunoo brushes it off. He only realizes what he’s done and how much of a deal it is when the actor questions if he’s a good friend of yours.

Sunoo bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling, he waves his hand in dismal, he looks at you up and down. You refuse to make eye contact.

“Something like that”.

His open-ended answer renders you speechless and you pretend to be busy when the actor looks at you. You untie your hair for it to cover your heated ears and fake cough as you take another bite.

Sunoo offers you a napkin. His hand stretches over the table and all eyes are on you, the actor is on the edge of his seat as he observes you like a hawk.

As nonchalant as you can be, you roll your shoulders and take it from him. Despite your efforts to avoid skin contact, Sunoo flicks his wrist and his fingers delicately brush yours, sparks light up inside your stomach.

You quietly thank him and he shows off his charming smile. the actor next to you sighs loudly and glances at the clock before thanking Sunoo for the mandarins. Sunoo shines another smile at the man who glances between the two of you.

“Chemistry like this is hard to find. If you two end up dating, I’ll be supporting you”.

This time you choke on the juice and Sunoo springs up to give you a glass of water and pats your back for safety. The actor nods once more then leaves. When the coughing fit dies down, you ask Sunoo what all that was about, he tells you not to worry. He peeks at the camera as a precaution, it’s got a lid covering the lens. Then, he bends down to kiss your hair and brings your plate closer to him so he can feed you. Your heart attempts to jump onto the table when he affectionately begins to stroke your hair as well.

Friends be damned, you’ve hit the lover jackpot.

★ JUNGWON:

He loves his job but hates all the parts where he has to be too pretend his personal life doesn’t exist.

“I wish you were here with me”, he says the moment you pick up. You pout, shoulders sag immediately.

He notices this and almost feels bad as he caresses his phone screen like it’s a glass screen dividing him and the fish at an aquarium. The thought makes him laugh. He wants to spend the entire night talking to you, memorising your presence, pretending you're cuddled next to him but he can’t go through with his urges because you need to sleep.

Jungwon would never want you to disturb your sleep routine, no matter how many times you text or tell him that you want to do these things for him, it's only natural.

“I bought you a keychain”, you tell him, voice cracking over the call. He adjusts his camera, brows raised. You know what he’ll say so you answer, “You’ll see it when I give it to you”.

He pouts and brings the camera closer to his face to coax you into showing it, his tired eyes sparkle and almost distract you from his dark circles. Your heart sinks. What time is it there? You don’t need to calculate because you had already memorized the time difference by heart before he departed.

“Baby, it’s 2 am there”.

He shakes his head, hair flicking him in the eye, he squints up at you and unconsciously buries himself under his comfy hotel blankets. You stare at your lover, take in his appearance and admire how hard he works to achieve his dreams, how he wants to be a good boyfriend and tick all the boxes that make your heart soar. He looks like he’ll fall asleep in the peaceful silence so you grant him an offer.

“Would you like me to sing you to sleep?”

His dimple greets you and under the covers where you can’t see, Jungwon rubs his legs together, giddy like a child.

“Sing your next song for me”, he whispers and you gasp at him, taken back by the new information. It’s your turn to squint at him as you ask him about how he knew you were preparing for a comeback. He shakes his head and mumbles, “You changed your makeup”.

Makeup…that was only evident in pictures. You hadn’t met him all dolled up behind stage due to your schedules and could barely fit an hour with him at his dorm because you two were so busy. Yet he had noticed, somehow in a supernatural but very Jungwon way and your face heated up.

Your melody filtered through his speakers, it only took a minute for Jungwon’s breathing to even out, his hand going limp and the phone falling backwards to give you a view of the ceiling light.

Still, you finish the song and wish him a good night. Whisper a soft I love you in the dimly lit room, a saccharine confession that he’ll hear confidently soon.

★ NIKI:

Bro thinks hes in an edit‼️literally moves slowly like that when he sees you, r&b song playing in this head

On the encore stage, other bands including yours bow to Enha and in those 4 seconds, Niki decides to take a shot.

He thanks you with a bow and when you turn your attention to Jungwon, Niki speaks your name. It's far too gentle to be caught in the mic and he faces his head toward you so the back of his head is captured by the camera.

But like a compass, you always find his voice, when he calls for you in the hallways or when he's talking to other people in his makeup room, your ears seem to find him before your eyes do.

As you turn your wide eyes to him, unaware of his plans, Niki's boxy smile vanishes. He gazes at you through lidded eyes that appear striker more so than ever due to his bold makeup and he renders you speechless, cupid shooting you with several arrows.

You're paused mid-bow, face heating up under Niki's stare and smug smile, professional composure crumbling. There's a siren going off in your head, the cameras!

But what do they know? They can't even see your lover's expression, only the tilt of his head and dark wavy hair that tickles his neck. A part of you, a possessive side is overjoyed they can't. Swiftly, Jungwon covers your body and gives Niki a nasty side eye which finally manages to pull you out of the trance.

You return to thanking them and saying whatever nonsense comes to mind, Jungwon understands but Niki cackles loudly. As fast as this interaction happens, you fall back and merge with the crowd that walks off stage.

Thankfully, no one could figure out what happened but they made assumptions based on your expressions. That hype dies down in the fandoms but Niki can't stop replaying the moment on his end. It's a free amv for songs, he's never going to stop thinking about it.

Thank you for reading!

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yoichiris · 1 year

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better than letting go | nagi seishiro x reader

✩ accidental sugar daddy nagi ✩ pro-player!nagi, roommates au, angst to fluff, heavy pining, miscommunication

"just go live with nagi," reo says offhandedly, "if you clean up after him, he'll let you stay there forever."

you open your mouth to refute the suggestion, because reo knows how you feel about nagi, knows you couldn't possibly stay in an enclosed space with him hours on day on end without jumping him... but before you do, nagi himself interrupts.

"i'm okay with that," he replies in his usual laid-back voice.

you glare at him because you think he sounds more excited about the cleaning part.

"you're going to be homeless," reo shrugs, "why not?"

you return your glare at reo, "why can't you just house me in one of your billion-dollar properties."

"then i'd have to ask my old man for permission," he waves you off like the asshole he is, "no thanks."

"what's wrong with living with me?" nagi wonders, and you hate him for acting like he wants to live with you so badly.

"look, just clean nagi's dirty underwear for the next year while you finish your degree and you won't have to worry about a thing," reo explains, as if there aren't other factors like your five-year infatuation with nagi, and maybe the fact that nagi lives like he doesn't know what a vacuum does.

you sigh, thinking about the end of your lease and the astronomical increase in rent incoming, and how much you don't want to work your stupid part-time job, and give in.

of course it's not that bad. all you had to do was keep your feelings to yourself.

"nagi," you hiss, "nagi, wake up, you're going to be late!"

he only stirs, covers tucked under his chin, as if he's hiding from you. you inch the door wider, stepping into his room hesitantly. he doesn't even make a move.

"nagi," you whine, crouching at the side of his bed.

he makes a sound of acknowledgment but keeps his eyes closed, so you sit cross-legged on the floor, watching his sleeping form. he's so cute like this, you think, yearning.

it's been a week since you moved in with nagi. in a lot of ways, he's exactly what you thought he would be like in private: he's rarely home, and when he is, he's quiet.

you thought he would spend more time in his room, under the covers, but you realize quickly he's furnished his couch with the coziest throw and likes to curl under there when he is home.

it makes your heart warm when you come home to see nagi, his toes sticking out from underneath the blanket, waiting for you to eat dinner.

"...what time is it?" you hear him mumble.

your heart skips a beat when he opens his eyes, groggy with sleep, and touches your arm. you sigh shakily.

"too late," you smile softly at him, "i'll prep your pre-workout so you can take it with you, okay?"

"thanks," he tells you, his voice raspy.

he smiles back at you and reaches out, poking you in the forehead. when you feel his fingers touch your skin, you think you'll drop dead right there.

"are you gonna move out after you graduate?" reo asks, nine months into your arrangement.

you've been avoiding even thinking about it. you're busy with graduation, you justify to yourself, you don't have time to look for a new place yet.

"hm?" you hum innocently, "i dunno. haven't had time to think about it."

"nagi asked me 'bout it," he mentions casually, and you freeze. is he counting the days down until you leave?

you and nagi have settled into a daily routine: you wake him up, he goes to practice, you study after class, and when he comes back late at night, he hangs out with you for an hour before he has to sleep. mostly, you and nagi sit on either end of the couch, sharing the cozy throw, and read manga.

it's lulled you into a false sense of security, you think.

"oh," is all you manage to say. maybe he finds you bothersome? maybe he wants his own space back?

reo hits you over the head, lightly. "what's that face for? it's been going good living with nagi, right?"

and it was. it was everything you had dreamed of, and it shocked you how well you got along with nagi. you think of how, in early mornings when both of you (mostly you) are rushing out the door, bumping hips in the kitchen, even then it seems like you were working together.

"yep," you reply, sipping your iced coffee, "too good."

reo takes a bite of his food, and suggests, "maybe you two should just keep living together. you can split rent or something."

"can't rely on nagi forever," you protest.

"why not?" he says, just like he did when he had first suggested this whole thing, "isn't that what you want?"

you kick him under the table, angry that he was bringing your feelings up now. yes, you want to scream, it is. but nothing has changed between you and nagi, nothing at all.

you're always trying to keep your feelings in check: when he peers over your shoulder as you're cooking, the warmth of his body hot asgainst yours. or how adorable he looks when he comes out of the shower, his shaggy hair falling over his eyes, his face shiny. those are the times your feelings want to burst.

"just talk to nagi about it," reo nudges. you're not sure if he's talking about the housing or the feelings.

you're curled up with nagi on the couch when you muster the courage to say anything. your legs are touching his under the blanket, and you feel as if that might connect you to him.

there's a month left until you graduate, which is absolutely not enough time for you to find a place to live, but you were scared. you hear the victory sounds of nagi's mobile game, so you decide now's better than never.

"so," you start, and his gaze drifts over to you, "i haven't really found a new place to live yet."

it's quiet. "s'okay," nagi mumbles, not even looking up from his phone, "you can move out whenever."

well, at least that answers your question on whether or not he wants you to move out. at least he wasn't pushing you out the door, you tell yourself.

you don't know what else to say. do you want me to leave so badly? you want to ask. can't i stay with you? you think, desperate. but those words don't leave your mouth.

"are you coming to my graduation?" you ask lightly, and regret it when you realize that you've opened yourself up again.

he shrugs. "dunno my prac schedule yet, but reo's going right?" he replies, as if reo could replace him.

you feel cold despite the blanket, and sink deeper into the couch, feeling drained. from the corner of your eye, you see nagi tapping away at his phone, signaling to you that he's still deep in his game. you take your legs away, knowing he wouldn't even notice.

"yep," you say and awkwardly crawl out of your warm spot on the couch. "i'm gonna go to bed first, nagi."

"g'night," he replies, finally looking up as you pass him with your head bowed. he watches you walk back to your room, and doesn't take his eyes off of you until you close the door behind you.

you eventually begged reo to find you an empty unit in one of his father's rental properties.

he had been insistent you just talk to nagi, as if he knew something you didn't, but you had to explain that you did, and nagi had no objections to you moving out, and you weren't going to wait until he shoved you out the door to move on.

it has been so awkward since that small conversation you'd had with nagi. maybe it was you, feeling out of place, like you had reached a point of no return.

waking him up in the mornings were now rushed, gently pushing him awake and scurrying off before he was fully awake. leaving his pre-workout on the counter instead of handing it to him. sitting at the kitchen table under the guise of studying instead of curling up on the couch with him.

it's not that he'd changed, you knew, it's that you couldn't keep playing pretend with your feelings anymore.

you hear the front door click as nagi walks into the apartment.

"hey," he says, pushing open the door to your room, "i'm home."

you turn from your position at the front of your closet, where you were just about to take out your suitcase. "oh, hey," you reply lamely, "welcome home."

he hovers, something he's never really done, as if he knows you have something to say, as if he had something to say. the words were stuck in your throat.

"reo told me you're moving out," nagi finally tells you.

traitor, you curse at reo. "uh, yeah," you smile tightly, "i didn't want to keep bothering you, so..."

"you're not bothering me," he replies, maybe a little too quickly, but you don't notice.

there's another silence. what else can you say?

"you don't have to leave," nagi continues, "i don't mind if you stay here."

but do you want me to stay? you want to ask. the way he says it so casually, as if it didn't matter whether you stayed or not, only solidified your decision to be away from him. at least then you could just be his friend without delusions of sharing a life with him so intimately.

"nah," you try to keep your voice steady, "it's probably better this way."

"i like living with you, though," nagi shuffles his hair uncomfortably as he says it.

you laugh, maybe a little bitterly, "because i cook and clean for you?"

"no," he says quickly, looking flustered, "no, i just like it when you're here."

but why? you want to scream. your heart pounds, because you feel like you're close to something, but at the same time it feels so far. sometimes you're convinced that he knows about your feelings, that sometimes you two are talking about them even though the topic is unrelated.

"it was nice," you settle on saying, as if it wasn't life changing, "but i can afford living on my own now."

"i don't want you to leave," nagi almost sounds like he's whining, and your heart skips another beat.

"why not?" you say, frustrated, breathless, "we can't just keep living together forever."

"what if i want to?" he says, and you feel like the conversation has become out of control.

your mind is racing. what is happening right now, you try to breathe through your nose. what is he talking about right now, you try to ask yourself.

"nagi—" you stop yourself, trying to get a grip, "what are you saying?"

you're looking at him now and you're surprised by the determination in his eyes. it's what he looks like when he's really focused, like he is when he plays soccer.

"i want to live with you forever," he declares, sounding defiant, as if that wasn't what you wanted.

but you're not sure what it means. you only know that five years is a long time to be holding onto your feelings.

"i don't understand," you mumble, staring at the floor, quieter than before, "i love you, nagi. not as a friend. so no, i can't just live with you forever."

you feel him before you see him, his body towering over you. when you look up, he's pouting. he puts his hand on top of your head, gentle, warm.

"why do you look so sad," he wonders, as if he hadn't heard what you just said, "that's why i want to live with you forever, dummy."

you wake up to nagi wrapped around you.

"sei," you groan, turning in his arms to look at his sleeping face, "you're heavy."

he mutters, groggy, incoherent, and you can't help but press a kiss to his nose. his hair is falling all over his face, but your eyes memorize every slope. he squeezes you harder.

"why are you awake so early," he mutters, nudging your chest with his head, "it's my day off."

you soothe your hand down his bare back, feeling the tight muscles underneath your fingers. he works so hard, and his days off are so rare. you wiggle some more, to loosen his arms.

"i know," you smile, "but let me go make breakfast, kay? i'm hungry."

he shakes his head and whines. "no," he refuses, "just go back to sleep."

you relax, unable to tell him no. mornings with nagi often go like this, except that you usually have enough self-control to get him up. but sometimes, you remember what it was like wanting him so bad, that now you remind yourself to enjoy it.

as a partner, nagi is clingy, vulnerable. but he's also determined, and sometimes, the intensity with which he wants you catches you off guard.

"y/n," he calls, his breath hot against your neck, "i'm happy you're here."

you close your eyes, nodding. "me, too."

#blue lock x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #yoi's crops 🌱#from: nagi seishiro 🎀

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swampstew · 2 months

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Really Really

Breaking news: local cryptid @quinloki was found guilty of leaving tasty treats in my ask box. Feeding the thot after midnight. I let the whoremone monster out and it was feeling some type of way♥

Man worth 3 billion berri is still a virgin, so I threw him in the blender. Warnings: spicy; post-time skip Eustass Kid x AFAB Reader; it doesn't go all the way in :) WC: 1.2K

inspired by this gif

Impatient.

Not a word typically used to describe yourself but after six long months aboard the Victoria Punk, the fierce Captain Kid had once again overlooked your playful flirting as he stormed to his workshop; a hint of red on the tips of his ears were the only sign he’d heard what you said.

You weren’t sure what his deal was – you’d never seen him hook up, not with anyone on the crew and not with anyone on islands the crew landed at. Sure he’d go into strip clubs or make out with random people at the bar from time to time but not once had you seen him spend the night off ship. Or seen a one-night stand stumble from his cabin.

It was puzzling.

A devilishly handsome, well-toned man like him had women and men swooning over him, flirting and spoiling him with compliments, drinks, and food to gain his favor. Kid didn’t always accept the tokens and he almost never accepted them from you. Food and drinks yes but flirting? Almost like it went over his spiked hair; a blush, smirk or scowl the only response he gave you.

It made you…desperate.

Was he really that disinterested or was there something else?

Someone else?

So you did what any rational person could do – you got Killer drunk and tried to weasel out information. But the son of a bitch was like a sealed vault, refused to give up anything about his best friend. And he teased you for it.

“D-you like him or something?” the blonde finally asked.

“I—” you stuttered, “I’m just wondering why! Does he not like sex or?”

Killer didn’t answer right away, swirling his cup before taking a contemplative sip from his straw. “It’s not that, so much as…” he took another sip, “He prioritizes his ambitions and dreams. That’s all.”

“What does that have to do with fucking?”

“Absolutely nothing. He just hasn’t.”

“…Hasn’t? As in had sex?”

Killer shrugged, neither confirming nor denying. That stunned you into silence.

“Really? A guy like him??”

“If you’re so interested in finding out – you should ask him yourself.”

“I’ve tried! I flirt with him, wear revealing clothes, he usually ignores me!”

Killer began coughing, putting his drink aside as he shuddered between suppressing laughter and trying to breathe.

“F-ff-ff- ahh no he doesn’t. He just pretends to.”

“WHAT?!”

“He’s not an idiot, he knows what you’re doing. But he won’t do anything about it since you’re his responsibility; unless you were to, well, be aggressively transparent.” With that, Killer left you alone in the galley.

Transparency.

And Kid’s known the whole damn time and not even acknowledged it. That was frustrating. So much so you decided to try again the next day and be as blunt as possible.

You knew his schedule by heart, you skipped breakfast to hide in his workshop. Wearing a short skirt and oversized sweater, you took a pair of scissors and got creative. Carefully snipping away at the fabric, you cut away at your outfit to expose your bra and panties, not quite getting naked, enough to be as blunt as possible about your intentions.

The sound of thudding boots growing closer suddenly made you nervous but you swallowed your anxiety and snipped the strap of your bra before tossing the scissors and turned away from the door.

“The hell are you doing in here? Why weren’t you at breakfast?" stunned to find you in his sanctuary, a place he expressly forbade anyone from.

You turned your head to the side with a pout on your face, “Didn’t want to eat. I want something else.”

Slamming the door shut, Kid removed his coat and threw it on the table before roughly grabbing your shoulder to face him. His face turned bright red as his golden eyes traveled up and down your body. Studying the way the slit up your skirt gave him a view of your panties, the way your breast threatened to spill over the edge of the cup of the destroyed bra.

You heard his breath sharply release from his lips, “What the…the fuck happened to you?”

You narrowed your eyes, “You did. This is what you’ve driven me to.”

He backed away from you with shock and surprise on his face, “I did what?!”

“I want to fuck you,” you walked towards him, hips, thighs, and breasts jiggling with each step, “I’ve tried flirting with you, dropped hints, given you a share of my loot, and literally hand fed you and you’ve NEVER reciprocated in any manner. So, is it me? Do you find me atrocious? Unfuckable?” your voice became gravelly from the internalized resentment and embarrassment you felt from the efforts you’d put in all this time. “Please, tell me. It’s killing me. If you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But just say something. Am I making a fool of myself for wanting you?”

Kid’s back hit the door, eyes wide as he listened to your rant, “I-wha-no! It’s not you, it’s…”

You stopped a few feet from him, so desperate to hear his answer. You could see the bulge outline in his pants.

“FUCK!” he snarled, smacking his own face to cover his flushed expression, fingers digging into his skin until deep red crescents marked him. “I’ve never had sex!” he finally confessed.

“Really?” you asked, not at all expecting that response. “But…why not? You’re hot as fuck!”

“I JUST HAVEN’T OKAY?!” he lashed out, making you step back from him, a little intimidated by his embarrassed rage. “I’ve got more important shit to do than fuck around and spawn a bunch of bastards,” he spat through grit teeth.

“…Condoms exist…”

“I KNOW THAT!”

Your hip clipped the table’s edge and you stumbled backwards. Before you fell, Kid grabbed your arm and pulled you up, in doing so you fell right into his bare chest. You could feel the goosebumps ripple across both your bodies from the touch but he didn’t move away.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, a bit ashamed from the confrontation, “I just needed to know if you found me attractive, at all. I’ll leave you alone.”

Still holding on to you he barked out, “Have you fucking seen yourself? Who wouldn’t be into you?!”

“Well, you? Considering you keep blowing me off,” you mumbled.

That made him laugh, “REALLY? Shit and here I thought I was being a decent Captain by not sleeping with my subordinates.”

“Really? You parroted in shock, that was surprisingly mature and unexpected. “But I’ve never seen you fuck around with anyone so I just thought—”

“Does this seem like I’m not interested?” he huffed, using his metal arm to grab your waist and pull you into him. Felt his erection against your lower belly. “Fuck me for trynna do the right thing.”

He made you walk backwards, still pressing his body into yours, “I get hard every day just looking at you. When you say cheeky shit, I have to come here and jerk off so I can fucking think clearly. You’re my biggest distraction but—” his hand ghosted up your arm to caress your cheek with surprising gentleness, “—I’ve never not been attracted to you.”

“Oh,” you hummed, still as stone to preserve the moment.

With a click of his tongue, Kid grabbed your chin and planted a wet kiss on you.

Your eyes were crossed from the feeling, lost in a haze as you felt him swing your body around until you were pushed back on top of his coat. The withdrawal of his touch brought you to reality, mouth gaping as he stood in front of you but did not initiate further contact.

“Show me what you like,” he rasped out. “Touch yourself. Teach me what to do.”

#eustass kid #what would you teach him first?#dont feed the thot after midnight #she turns into a whoremone monster #swampstew bedtime stories #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #eustasscaptainkid #quinloki #sorry for being a tease though #my brain melted #in a good way

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saccharine

fem!reader; part one, part two

After Billy gifted you the hat, you decided to mess with him. You hid the hat under your blanket and pillow, not wearing it the next day despite the itching need you had to dawn it.

His note, his gift, while both special in their own right, you longed to hear him say his apology. You knew he'd probably roll his eyes or pinch the bridge of his nose before saying it and that is what you wanted.

Billy sees you in the morning without the hat and he has to hold back his frown. Did she not like it? Did someone else grab it before she returned to her cot? Or did she ignore it? A billion questions ran through his mind, he couldn't even focus on pouring water into his cup, spilling it onto his hand and the grass below. He groans and wipes his hand on his pant leg.

When his eyes dart back up to look for you, you're already staring, a gleeful smile on your face. His brow knits and you almost skip your way over to him, "Bonney."

"Mornin'," he says, setting the water jug down and Billy finds that he can barely look you in the eye. You go to speak, but Billy's mouth is working before he can even think, "did you get my uh...the thing I-"

"Well, 'f course I did," you tell him, taking one big step closer to him, your voice dropping closer to a whisper, "while I appreciate the gesture and I will keep the hat, I think I need an actual apology first."

Billy tries to focus on the real part of your words about the apology but he finds himself fixating on the fact that you said you'd keep the hat. Meaning you did like it. To him, that's a win. Or a loss maybe. Since when did he know you so well? Well enough to know what hat you'd like?

"Bonney?" Your voice jolts him out of his thoughts and he clears his throat, "are you seriously gonna make me do this?"

You nod, giving him your tender smile that always makes the boys melt and he breathes in deeply, letting out the breath, "the note wasn't enough?"

This time, you roll your eyes. "It was nice, but I deserve your words. From your vocal cords. Now, do it," you jab his shoulder with your hand, but he barely moves from it.

"'M sorry...I shouldn't 'f said what I said. It was wrong and I...I wasn't thinkin'," Billy says, his voice lower so the conversation stays between the two of you.

"And?" You raise your brow at him, jabbing his other arm. He still doesn't move.

"And you're not...a pest. You're just...a little annoying. You can't deny that," he swallows, his eyes searching over your face for any crack in your smile.

"I guess I can't. Thank you. Who knew you could be such a gentleman?" And with one last punch to his arm, you turn on your heel.

Billy, again without thinking, grabs onto your wrist before you can get much farther, making you turn right back to him. "Do you actually like the hat?"

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he's playing at any sort of game, but you can't read him right now. You glance to his lips, seeing no quirk of a smile, but when you look back to his eyes, he seems to have noticed where your gaze went and he drops your wrist. Why was she looking there? She was messing with him, he concludes. Like she always does, probably trying to distract him.

"I do like it. It needs to be worn in though," you tell him, your voice softer than you anticipated as you start to walk backwards away from him.

He lets out a small breath of a chuckle and nods, "I'm sure you'll manage."

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die-pink-maus · 3 months

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A Weekend In Vienna 🇦🇹: Part III

❤︎ Drawing Credits: @lettaniko ❤︎

This is part three to A Weekend in Vienna. The love I’ve gotten on the first two parts has been so so so SO awesome! Thank you guys, y’all are making me feel a lot less anxious about sharing my writing, haha 🤗

♡ PART I 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA 🇦🇹

♡ PART II 👉🏽 A WEEKEND IN VIENNA: PART II 🇦🇹

TW: 18+, MDNI, heavy smut, mild sexting, mild asphyxiation, MDom, age gap relationship, dirty talk, female pronouns used, fingering, p in v, hair pulling 🤭, eye contact during seggs, size kink, quite a bit of German in this chapter

Word Count: 5129 // It is a HEFTY one guys 😅

Likes/Reblogs greatly appreciated 🥰

Enjoy! 💋

I woke up the following morning with a raging headache and thoughts that most certainly warrant a cold shower. My mind is clouded yet again with provocative thoughts of the large Austrian military man I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday, and how badly I wished to feel his lips against mine again. I could kiss that man all day and night, which appears to be part of what he seems to have in mind for me, amongst other things, as he so boldly pointed out last night. I hate that I have to spend my entire day anticipating our date later this evening, and I know Adrian is gonna have a billion and one questions about last night and what may have possibly happened between König and I. Sigh. I pulled the covers from my body and walked over to the window to open the curtains when I heard a knock on the door. I opened the bedroom door to find Adrian grinning from ear to ear with an extremely large bouquet of vibrant crimson coloured roses and an envelope in her hands. “What the hell?” I laughed. “Awww, did you get me flowers?” I teased.

“Haha, very funny.” She laughed. “I didn’t, but I have a feeling I may know who they’re from!” she shrieked excitedly as she handed me the flowers and the envelope, before skipping into my room and closing the door. “Chantelle” written quite beautifully in cursive painted across the front of the envelope. I set the flowers down on my bed and took a seat beside them as I opened the envelope. “Guten Morgen Schönheit,” it read.

“I just realized we never exchanged numbers, would love to hear from you before I see you tonight. I know roses are a bit typical, but they’re beautiful…not as beautiful as you, but close! Here is my number. Looking forward to seeing you again.

- König.”

Aw! I don’t think I can remember the last time a man bought me flowers, especially when it wasn’t necessary. He could have easily messaged Adrian for my number or have had her give me his, but I like that he put some thought and effort into it! I think I must’ve re-read the note at least 30 times, a goofy smile smeared across my face as I drowned out Adrian’s numerous questions. “Are you even listening to me?!” She asked as she shook my shoulder.

“Sorry,” I laughed. “What did you say?”

“What the hell happened last night?” She asked. See, I knew she wasn’t paying attention. “Soo…we kissed. Well, he kissed me.” I said as I felt my cheeks heating up, undoubtedly turning a bright shade of red as my mind replayed the moment we kissed by the bar rail. “How did I miss that?” She asked.

“You were sloshed.” I cackled as I watched her brows furrow. “You were glued to one of König’s friends pretty much the entire night, and telling the whole table these suuuuper elaborate stories, theatrical hand movements and all.” I continued, laughing harder as I recalled what she looked like while she spoke. “Fuck…yeah I don’t even remember getting home to be honest. I’m surprised I’m not sick right now, but I suspect it’s because I’m still kinda drunk.” She giggled. “So how was it?!? I need all the deets.”

“Incredible would be an understatement, that’s all I will say…I’m supposed to have dinner with him later tonight.”

“That’s my girl! I told you that man was into you.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “I know, Adri. He’s just…kinda intimidating. I’ve also never dated a man this much older than me.” The whole age gap thing doesn’t really bother me, it’s just different! Not even gonna lie, its a bit exciting…he’s probably very experienced, but considering I haven’t slept with very many people, I am a little worried about not meeting his expectations. I also feel like I’m reciprocating his interest in more than just sex, and that’s making me a little nervous as well. The last thing I would want is to develop strong feelings for someone who lives so many miles away. Even though we only hung out for a couple of hours at a crowded bar, in between all of the sexual tension was great conversation and a medley of common interests. In all honesty, he’s really just one big, giant, sexy dork. He’s funny, he’s intelligent and well spoken, and it seems he can also be a little shy at times too, but a part of me is hoping it’s just me that brings that out of him. “I mean, I get it, but don’t let any of that psych you out. Don’t overthink it, Chantelle.” Adrian said. “Text him! Or call him, he may be on the base right now actually. Tell him to tell Horangi I said Hi!” She laughed as she walked towards my room door. “Think I’m gonna grab a couple more hours of sleep.”

“No problem girl, you definitely need it.” I giggled.

I stared at my phone, the number from the note in the envelope typed into my contacts and saved under ‘König🙈💕’. My thumb loomed over the “Send Message” button. Why is this so hard? Maybe because I don’t know what I want to say to him. Obviously I would like to thank him for these gorgeous roses, because it was just so…cute! And even though I literally know he wants to hear from me, my heart is beating so fast it feels like it could literally burst right out of my chest. I began to type, “Good morning König, it completely slipped my mind that we didn’t have each other’s numbers, I appreciate you reaching out to give me yours. Thank you so much for the flowers, they are stunning 🙈 How is your day going so far?” I took a deep breath and hit send, damn near throwing my phone to the other side of the bed. I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity before I heard my phone ding. I didn’t wanna look at first, for fear of it not being him and getting disappointed, but I sucked it up and reached across the bed for my phone. iMessage König🙈💕. I typed in my passcode and opened the message. “I’m glad you liked them, they reminded me of you 🙂🌹 I’m actually on the base at the moment, finished up a bit of training with a few recruits, now I’m just in my office taking care of some paperwork. How are you?” He texted. Below the text was a photo of him in what I assumed was his office, decked out in FULL tactical gear. I’ve seen military men in uniform many times before, but I’d never seen anything quite like this. This must be what Adrian was talking about before. His sniper hood — the black cloth that draped over his face underneath a helmet, eye black smudged around his blue orbs, the only part of his face that remained visible. I don’t quite know how to describe how I feel seeing this version of him for the first time, though it’s very reminiscent of how I felt the first time I saw him at the train station. It sure is a shocking sight. Definitely adds to the overall intimidation factor that comes with him as whole. I bet it does an amazing job at scaring off the opposing side. Hm. I never really thought I’d be into the whole ‘masked man’ thing, but seeing him like this is making me think otherwise. I can’t help but fantasize about being in that office with him right now. I can’t stop picturing myself underneath his desk with my fingers gently wrapped around his long, hard, throbbing cock, my tongue gliding over his leaking tip as he looks down at me. His mask and eye paint drawing emphasis to the look of absolute gratification in his stormy eyes, while his large fingers twist themselves up in my hair, pushing my lips further down around his shaft. My thighs clench together at the thought, desire seeping through my folds as I continue to look at the picture, relishing in the various naughty scenarios being conjured up in my mind. Oh, God why do I like this? “I hope my hood hasn’t scared you off 😅” he texted, immediately shaking me out of my trance. I figured I may as well send him a selfie back, but I began wondering if I should change out of my pyjamas — a large black Nirvana Tee and a pair of panties. Maybe I can have a little fun with this. I tapped on my camera app and posed, my shirt strategically pulled up a bit to give him a little sneak peak at the red thong currently nestled between my ass cheeks. “My day is just getting started! Your mask didn’t scare me at all…is it weird that I kinda like it? 😜🙈” I texted, sending the message along with the photo I’d just taken. “Maybe just a little hahaha, but I’m glad you like it. I’ll have to wear it for you in person sometime 😉” He texted back shortly after. “Do you sleep that way or did you put that on just for me?🤔😏” I giggled as I read the text, biting my lip as I thought of how to respond. It’s obvious that his military attire has lit a fire in my core, and I want him to know, but a little teasing never hurt anyone. “Don’t flatter yourself, I don’t usually wear anything at all to bed.” I responded.

“Oh is that so? ”

“Mhm…🙈”

“You’re very distracting, how am I supposed to get any of this work done now?”

“Me? Distracting? What ever do you mean? 🤨🤭”

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, Maus, and it’s working.”

“What am I doing?”

“Making me want to drop everything to come keep you company in that bed, and give you a taste of what’s to come…I’d make sure you woke up with a smile on that gorgeous face jeden morgen.” Fuck.

“Yeah? And how would you do that?”

“Well first of all, I’m a hell of a cook, I’d make you whatever you’d like.”

“French toast?”

“With a nice side of the best bacon you’ve ever had, along with some fresh fruit 😋”

“Mmm…that sounds absolutely delightful!”

“After I’ve satisfied your tastebuds, I’ll make sure to satisfy you in every other way possible.”

“What else do you think would satisfy me?”

“A number of things, starting with slow passionate kisses…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of your lips, but I bet the ones between your legs are much sweeter. I’m dying to taste you.” My breath began to labour as I read his texts, warm slick seeping from my folds and through my panties as my fingers gently caress over my swollen clit. “How badly do you want me?”

“So bad I might rip through my cargo pants…” He sent another photo, only this one didn’t have his face — or rather eyes — in it. It wasn’t your typical ‘dick pic’, there was no nudity, but I certainly saw a lot. I stared, dumbfounded at the size of the print outlined beneath his cargo pants. I kinda figured it would be big, but I didn’t think it would be that big. I’ve never had anything that size but I got hot just thinking of taking it. Feeling him fill me up, pushing that boundary between pleasure and pain, fuck. I pulled my fingers from my panties, my juices coating them as I positioned my phone above them, capturing the strings of wetness connecting my index and middle fingers. “Komm und koste mich 💋” I sent along with the photo. “Schiße…maybe you might be the one who ends up being bad for my health 😂”

“Maybe neither of us is bad for the other…” A couple minutes of silence passed before I received another text. I figured he’d gotten caught up with work, or some…other kind of interference, but it appears he may have had something a little more serious on his mind. “I do think it is important to stress that as badly as I want you this way, it isn’t the only thing I want. I just want to make sure you know that I don’t just want your body, I want more than that.” He texted.

“What else do you want?” I replied.

“What I mentioned last night at the bar…to be able to come home to a woman as beautiful as you. I want you to be mine.”

7pm came a lot quicker than I’d expected it to. I guess it helps that König and I have been texting back and forth for pretty much the entire day. By the time he arrived to pick me up, I was ready to go. I decided to go with a black, mid length, form fitting off the shoulder dress, and a pair of strappy black heels. I styled my hair with my curling iron and parted it down the middle, before accessorizing with a pair of Diamond earrings, and my black faux snakeskin clutch. Makeup was perfect, not overbearing but not too light either, and then for the finishing touch, a few spritzes of Chanel’s Mademoiselle perfume. I damn near raced down the stairs, waving goodbye to Adrian and her aunt and uncle before walking out the door. Butterflies began to swarm about my stomach as he and I locked eyes, he was leaning against the front end of his car, fidgeting with his keys as he waited for me. He looks even better than usual — wearing a pair of medium wash denim jeans, a white crew neck shirt and a nice leather jacket. His hand outstretched to me as I approached him. I placed my hand in his as he gently pulled me in closer, placing his finger beneath my chin and tilting upward. “Hallo meine schatz,” he smiled as he leaned downward, placing his lips softly against my forehead. “Du siehst heute Abend sehr schön aus.” He whispered as he held my gaze.

“Dankeschön.” I said, biting my lip as he leaned forward to close the gap between our lips, his kiss dripping with longing and fervour. “Let’s get going, ja?” He breathed as his thumb gently grazed against my bottom lip. He quickly leaned back in for one more kiss before we got into the car. Ugh, I can’t get enough — and apparently, neither can he.

We arrived shortly thereafter at a very nice Italian restaurant. He pulled my chair out for me before taking his seat. It’s so sad that this is the first time I’m actually experiencing genuine chivalry, but men in North America do not behave this way. If anything, majority of the time it’s the complete opposite, but I won’t even get started on all that. The waiter placed menus in front of us both and filled our glasses with water, before departing as we looked over the menus. “Do you see anything that catches your eye yet?” He asked, a slight smirk appearing on his lips as his eyes peered up from behind his menu. “Maybe,” I began, fighting back a smile as I took a sip of my water. “How would you feel about a bottle of wine? Do you prefer red or white?” He asked.

“I do prefer white, but kinda in the mood for red wine tonight.

“Perfect!”

“Everything on this menu sounds incredible, but I think I’m gonna go with the Chicken Parmigiana with Linguine Pomodoro.”

“I think I’m going to go with the streak and veggies, been a long time since I’ve had a good steak.”

“Mmm that sounds yummy too, it’s definitely going to taste great with the red wine as well.”

“Oh definitely.” He smiled as he set his menu aside, his hand reaching for mine across the table, gently holding it in his as his thumb grazed against my fingers. I absolutely adore how affectionate he is. He is so different from the man I imagined he would be. While I’m sure there’s a side of him that is ruthless and aggressive, given his profession, he’s so sweet with me, and I have a feeling this is a side not very many get to see. He brought my hand up to his lips, planting soft little kisses along my fingers. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” He said “Ich könnte dich den ganzen Tag ansehen” he smiled, his cheeks adorning a faint shade of pink. Is he blushing? “Danke,” I blushed. “You look great tonight as well, the leather suits you.” I smirked.

“Oh what, this old thing?!?!” He said knowingly.

“Mhm, you know you look good, stop pretending you don’t.” I giggled.

“Hey, I admit to nothing.” He laughed as he raised both hands in defence. I laugh as the waiter returned to take our orders. “Are we ready to order?” He asked. “Ja,” König said. “Meine dame will have the chicken parmigiana and the linguine pasta, I will have the steak, medium, with a side of vegetables and mashed potatoes. May we also have a bottle of red wine please?” Something about him asserting dominance and placing my order for me had me clenching around nothing. I find it so incredibly sexy that he manages to remain refined and polite, all while also being stern. That tinge of aggression I see in him when he addresses others, and the attention he commands is exhilarating. As much as I can’t wait to eat, I’m yearning to be satiated in other ways that don’t involve food.

We remained at the restaurant for another 2 hours post dinner talking about everything and anything under the sun. I learned that he will soon be retiring from the army, enjoys fishing and hunting in his spare time, and collects vintage comic books. He’s a huge fan of all things classic rock and metal, but he also enjoys smooth jazz. He’s got a soft spot for cats and animals in general. He has a 5 year old black cat named Moritz, and adopted two German Shepherds for his base as pets. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and I believe we both learned quite a bit about each other, and we both seemed to like what we learned. My nerves returned as we got into his car. What happens now? I’m really trying to decide what I’d like my next move to be. Should I go home, or should I go home with him? “Two days left before you go back, right?” He asked as he turned to me, a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Yes, unfortunately.” I sighed. “I wish I could stay longer, especially considering we’ve only just begun to get to know each other.”

“I also wish you could stay longer, but I assume you have a whole other life to get back to in Kanada” he sighed. “How do you feel about continuing to see each other, despite the distance?” I tried to contain my surprise as I pondered his question. I guess I never really thought he’d be interested in that, but it seems like every assumption I’ve made about König has proven to be incorrect thus far. Long distance relationships always make me uncomfortable, even though I’ve never been in one. Though I know it isn’t a relationship, at least not just yet, I do have my reservations about an arrangement such as this one. However, I do think I lucked out here. It’s not very often that you run into your dream guy on an impromptu weekend trip to Vienna. I think I’d be doing myself a disservice if I ended things on the basis of distance. “I still want to see you…I like where things are going.” I blushed, smiling as I saw excitement gleaming in his eyes. “I’m very happy to hear that.” He smiled as he leaned over to kiss me. “Sie werden es nicht bereuen, Maus.” He said lowly against my lips. I looked up at him, my heart beat picking up pace as we searched each other’s eyes. You could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife, and I think at this point the only logical option here is…I’m going home with him. “König,” I whispered.

“Yes?” He asked, gently resting his large hand over my thigh, causing a myriad of goosebumps to appear all over my body. “I’m not ready for the night to be over.” I said, a devious grin dancing on his lips as he started the car. “Would you like to come back home with me, Maus?” He asked, his hand gently gliding along my thigh, sliding upwards toward my core. “Yes.” I breathed as I reached over, pulling him down against my lips. It wasn’t long before what was meant to be a small peck turned into a full blown make out sesh, our tongues massaging against one another’s as his hand gently slipped beneath my dress. He pulled away, earnestly searching my expression for confirmation to go further. I nodded and pulled him back into me, moaning into the kiss as his calloused fingers approached my soaking wet folds. “Schiße…” he breathed as his fingers explored me through my panties, an array of tiny moans escaping my lips as his thumb rubbed against my swollen nub. His lips moved to my neck, softy sucking and biting along my sweet spots as he pulled my panties to the side. “Oh Maus,” he whispered, as he slowly inserted two of his fingers into my pussy. “You’re so tight…” he said as he began thrusting his fingers. “So fucking wet and I’ve barely even touched you yet.” He breathed against my lips, gently nipping at the bottom one as he pulled away and cupped my cheek. His expression riddled with satisfaction as he watched me squirm beneath his fingers. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes.” I moaned, as he pulled his fingers from my sopping wet cunt. “Good girl.” He praised, as he slowly pushed his fingers between my lips. I leaned forward, sucking my juices off of his fingers, my gaze never leaving his. “Mmm, that’s it liebe.” He said, indulging in the sight of me delighting in the nectar he’d procured from my folds. He grabbed hold of my chin and pulled me in for yet another kiss, but this one was different, it’s was needy and aggressive. His hand reached back down between my legs, his thumb resuming its slow and gentle dance over my swollen clit. “Such a beautiful little thing,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers reentering me, my head reflexively falling back as he massaged my g spot. “I can’t wait to pin your legs back and watch your toes curl as you take every inch of this cock.” He said, guiding my hand towards the large bulge in his jeans.

“Please König,” I begged. “I wanna feel you so bad.” My palm gently stroking against his hardness through his pants.

He smirked as his fingers slipped out of me, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean. “You taste even sweeter than I imagined.” He said.

I slowly slipped the shoulders of my dress down my arms as König laid back on his bed, watching intently as my dress fell to the floor, my bra and panties following closely behind. He wandered about my curves through hooded eyes, drinking in every inch of me, his gaze growing dark as his bulge practically begged for release. I climbed on top of the bed and knelt beside him, unbuttoning his jeans as he reached for the hem, helping me slide them off and kicking them to the side. More than half of his hardened length lay erect against his stomach, peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Precum oozed from his blushing tip, droplets decorating the lower half of his stomach over his happy trail. I pulled down his boxers, jaw slack as I stared down at the entirety of his impressive length. “Fuck…” I said under my breath.

“Don’t worry, Maus. We’ll take it slow.” He reassured, clearly noticing the slight fear in my eyes. I nodded as I climbed a top his waist, straddling his hips as his hands began to squeeze and grope at my ass cheeks. We began to kiss, our bodies growing hot with anticipation, my hips gently grinding down, rubbing my engorged clit against his throbbing cock, covering him in the wetness spilling from my core. He wrapped his arm around my waist and flipped me onto my back, hovering over me as he planted rough, wet kisses along my neck and over my chest. His lips engulfing one of my nipples, as his hand clasped around the other, rolling my nipple between his finger tips. “Oh God…”I breathed heavily, my nipples growing hard and sensitive as he licked and sucked, gently biting and tugging on my nipple before switching sides. He began making his way down my stomach, kissing along my inner thighs before stopping to admire my needy cunt. “Such a beautiful pussy,” he muttered before hooking his arms beneath my legs, lifting me slightly off the bed as he pulled me into his face. “Fuck…” I moaned, quite loudly as his tongue engaged my nub, ferociously lapping and flicking against it as my hands grabbed hold of his bedsheets. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “You taste incredible…so fucking wet for me, meine Maus” he breathed, his breath hot against my folds as he darted his tongue inside me. “Fuck, König !” I exclaimed, the build of my impending climax growing more and more intense with each passing moment. “Let go for me, I want you to cum all over my tongue.” He growled. “Cum for me, Maus” adrenaline washed over me as I released, my orgasm pulsating through my body as he continued to suck on my hardened clit. His arms departed my legs as he lay flat and I attempted to catch my breath, three of his fingers entering my pussy, thrusting uncontrollably. My pussy squelched and clenched around his fingers as he began to curl upward, torturing my g spot as he continued to suck on my clit. “Oh König, you’re so good…I can’t,” I gasped. “I’m gonna cum again, oh my god”

“That’s it, Maus.” He praised as a second orgasm washed over me, this one much more intense than the one prior. “Mmm, mein Got you taste so fucking good. Look at the mess that desperate little cunt of yours made.” He panted. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

“König, please.” I cried out, eyes hazy from the back to back euphoria my body just experienced. “Please fuck me.” I begged.

“You look so beautiful all dripping and spent.” he smirked as he leaned back onto his heels, grabbing his thick dick and sliding it up against my overstimulated clit. “I wanna hear you beg for it, Maus.” He smirked as he continued to tease my entrance with the head of his cock. “Auf Deutsch.” He said as he leaned over me, positioning himself by my entrance before leaning down to kiss me. “Bitte…” I stuttered. “Bitte fick mich, König.” I moaned as he slowly began pressing inward. “That’s what I like to hear.” He whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching as my eyes widened at the sensation of his girthy cock sliding into me little by little. “Mmmm.” We moaned in unison, his hand clasping around my neck as he gently thrusted deeper and deeper into me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Maus?” He asked as he bottomed out in me, his tip kissing my cervix. “For me to stretch out this pretty little tight cunt…destroy your cute little hole, Ja?”

“Yes.” I moaned, growing lightheaded as his grip on my neck tightened while he began to pick up the pace. “Yeah?” He moaned mockingly. “So tight, meine liebe…fuck you feel amazing.” He moaned against my lips. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” He growled, eyes piercing into me as he thrusted harder and faster.

“God König…you’re so fucking big.” I moaned. “Love the way you fill me up.”

“Mmmm, that’s my girl. You take it so well too, Maus.” He praised as he pulled my legs onto his shoulders, my moans growing louder and louder as he fucks me senseless. Obscene noises filling the air as my pussy gushes around his cock.“You’re such a good fucking girl for me.” He panted, swiftly pulling out of me and flipping me onto my stomach. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing me by my hips and pulling me towards him. I arched down, pushing my pussy down onto his cock as I looked back at him. His hand grabbed my hair, twisting it’s strands around his wrist as his other hand grabbed hold of my waist. He began to slam into me from behind, pulling me back against his chest by my hair. “God look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking cock drunk.” He breathed as his hand moved up from my waist to grab hold of one of my tits. My body begins to shake beneath his grip. “It’s so fucking good.” I moaned, tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he fucked my overstimulated cunt, shockwaves rumbling within my core as his cock twitched inside me, repeatedly caressing my cervix. My legs began to shake. “König I — I’m gonna cum” I cried out.

“Good.” He whispered as he spanked my ass. “I’m gonna cum with you…where do you want it?” He asked.

“My ass.” I moaned, my orgasm paralyzing me shortly after. He followed closely behind, whimpering as he quickly pulled out of me, his juices splattering all over my ass. He pulled my face towards his, placing a long tender kiss on my lips. “Du warst so gut.” He panted as he pressed his forehead against mine, cupping my cheek in his palm as we both tried to catch our breaths. I leaned forward and kissed him once more before he jogged over to his bathroom, bringing back a fresh towel and wiping his cum off of my ass. “Can I get you a glass of water, Maus?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders from behind before kissing my cheek. “Sure.” I said as I smiled up at him.

That was incredible.

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shuhwaa · 11 months

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Winter | Drunk Confessions

Aespa Winter x fem!reader words: ~1k genre: fluff, friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst warnings: alcohol consumption

Desc.: You and your friend Minjeong have recently started dating, but somehow you both don't find it easy to take the leap from a simple friendship to a romantic relationship.

"You're drunk," you say as Minjeong sits down next to you on the floor cross-legged, wobbling from side to side and almost falling backwards in the process.

"Am not!" she refutes immediately, pouting at you. The blush covering her entire face makes you chuckle, and the way she cutely whines at your reaction causes your heart to skip a beat.

She hasn't been your girlfriend for long - even though you've known each other for years you only just started dating recently, and you're still at the stage where you're not sure how far you can go with each other. On one hand you don't want to rush things - on the other your mind is traveling at a billion miles per hour, reminding you of all the things you want to do to her and try out with her. So maybe it wasn't the smartest decision ever to have a little drinking party at your place, but so far it seems only one of you can feel the buzz, and you sure as hell won't make a move on her like this.

"I'll get you some water," you suggest, already getting up, but Minjeong objects.

"Mh-mh," she shakes her head in disapproval, clutching her cup in her hands.

"It'll do you good," you insist. "You can keep drinking afterwards." Your girlfriend lets her gaze wander to the floor now, watching the way she's wiggling her toes inside the cute socks you had gifted her for her last birthday.

"Fiiiine," she eventually gives in, adding under her breath, "party pooper." You snort at her words, but you can’t be mad at her, so you merely laugh. She glances up at you and smiles as well, before looking back at her feet shyly, and once again you can't but think about how much you love this girl.

When you come back to the room with a small bottle of water, you find Minjeong quickly tearing the bottle of soju in her hand away from her lips, accidentally spilling a few drops in the process. You sigh, and you're quick to take the bottle away from her, making her whine. Instead, you hand her the water and wait until she finally takes a few sips of it.

"Why are you so set on getting wasted today?" you ask as you sit down next to her, knees touching. Minjeong looks away, sucking in her bottom lip and biting down on it, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't.

"I just..." she begins talking, but goes silent eventually.

"Hey," you say, keeping your tone soft. "You can tell me anything, you know that." You give her an encouraging smile as soon as she looks at you briefly, and after she lets out a sigh, she says,

"It just... feels weird, you know? We've been friends for so long and now suddenly... we're dating. And I don't know how to act around you anymore."

"Oh..." You didn't know she was this troubled by the situation. "I mean... nothing much has changed anyway-" you attempt to assure her, but she cuts you off.

"What do you mean - nothing?" she replies. "Everything has changed! I keep wanting to hold your hand but it feels like I can't do that anymore, and I keep wanting to hug you and..." she goes very quiet, "I want to kiss you so badly, it's driving me crazy. Because you're right there and now that you're my girlfriend I should be able to do that, but it feels like I can't. That feels so bad..." You're stunned by her words for a moment, but then you speak.

"I know. I feel the same, actually," you confess. Minjeong's eyes widen in surprise. "Do you know how many times I can't stop thinking about finally kissing you but then I just can't seem to find the courage to actually do it?"

"You too...?" she mumbles as she leans closer, and very slowly her gaze drops to your lips. "Then..." she whispers, "how about now? Do you think you can kiss me now?"

Her question certainly makes you nervous, but you also know it's now or never. So you nod, and as you do, you're already leaning in, and before you know it your lips are already firmly pressed against hers. She doesn't hesitate to kiss you back, slowly but with determination, figuring out a pace that works for the both of you while not even thinking about pulling back. Your hand finds her cheek, and you let your fingers run through her hair until eventually you're supporting her by the back of her head. She runs her tongue across your lips in response, and you deepen the kiss. You're not sure if it's the alcohol or the way she tastes so sweet to you, but you're certainly getting drunk on something, and you pull her closer. Parting for a moment to catch your breath, you find a need for more in her dark eyes, and so you wordlessly reconnect your lips with hers.

You’re sharing kisses for what feels like both half an eternity and still a way too short time, until eventually you just sit there with your foreheads rested against the other's and your fingers intertwined.

"I didn't think... it could be this easy," Minjeong mutters, before letting out a short laugh. "So we're really lovers now, huh?"

"Yeah..." you say, unable to contain your smile as joy flows through your entire body. "I'm so glad to finally have you," you add, and you press another peck to her lips.

#aespa fluff #aespa x reader #winter fluff #winter x reader #aespa drabbles #aespa x fem reader #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #fluff #girl group x reader #winter x fem reader

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screaminglygay · 10 months

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third time is a charm, right? (part four)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary: getting to know wanda and natasha must be wonderful, right?

warnings: swearing, bad flirting once again, hints of sexual themes

word count: 2.4k

an: hi! hello! im back, hopefully my wifi will work forever from now on. thank youuuu for all of your support, i love you guys so much!!! so sweet! 💞 💕 💞

(italica = your thoughts)

In the last three days you checked your phone like nine billion times, still nothing. Being frustrated is a weak word to use in this situation. You were furious, screen time on your phone went up by 89% as it almost hit the number of 13 hours per day. You could make a bet that you´ve seen every Instagram post, every latest information on twitter, in the second it was posted.

I am going to die, I swear. Did I just get ghosted again? Again?

You let out a big sigh, looking around your room makes you go back to reality as you notice the mess. Not just in your head, but also everywhere around your camp spot, for the past days. Seeing this doesn’t make you very happy, but you're really not in the mood to clean up this bomb situation.

Your phone buzzes.

Every thought bothered by the junk in your living room is now out of your mind at the same speed as it came in. Jumping for your phone wasn’t the smartest idea as you stab yourself with something, you grab it.

What the fuck? A fork?

The fork is being thrown away, landing somewhere between your box from take-out and dirty sleeping shirt.

Your phone buzzes again.

Finally, you took it and looked at your messages. Your eyes quickly scan who texted you. It´s Natasha.

Oh my god! It´s her! Yes! Celebrations!

You smiled to yourself as you did something like a cheerful winning dance. Knowing you´re alone, you went fully in with that dance moves. Clicking on the message so you can get some satisfaction makes your heart skips a beat.

Natasha🔥

<12:49>

Hey sweetheart! We´re at town, would be okay if we came to yours for a bit?

<12:50>

To talk of course 😉

Your cheeks immediately turn to a shade of pink. The heat makes you take off your hoodie, but it does not help at all, you stand up and start to walk around the messy room, dodging everything that lies on the floor. Looking back at the phone, your fingers quickly type your agreement.

They did not ghost me, nice.

Your phone buzzes one more time.

Natasha🔥

<12:55>

20 minutes and we will be there! xx

You look around and a sigh of relief escapes your mouth. Typing quick “okay” as a reply must be enough, your brain can't type more than that as you're already smiling. Only happy thoughts in your head, the two gorgeous women are actually sent from heaven. Sitting back on the couch did not last long, you got back up as you noticed that the mess was still everywhere, and you had 20 minutes to clean it.

Shit.

You cursed yourself for being gay mess, literally. Being the clumsy you, it took you seven slip ups on your own clothes and three times spilling the same coffee cup to understand that you have zero chance of cleaning this in time.

Okay, come (Y/N), you’ve got this.

You look at the floor where the spilled coffee is slowly rolling to you.

Maybe I don’t.

The more you look around the more you feel trapped, the chaos on the ground surrounds you. You don´t even know where most of the things came from. Papers and books are scattered across the coffee table, empty snack wrappers the floor, and a pile of laundry has found its way onto the couch as well as on the ground, chair and somehow even on the kitchen counter. Taking off your rings sounds like a good first step.

Sigh.

Determined, you grab an old towel and luckily you find a bucket, so you fill it with soapy water, ready to clean it all. As you kneel, you can't help but wince at the sticky sensation as your hands encounter the wet mess. You start scrubbing aggressively, hoping to remove every trace of the many accidents. But the coffee spill is just the beginning. Your eyes dart around the room, searching for the next task. You spot the papers first, and you quickly gather them up, trying to sort them into some order.

Burger king coupon? Where did i even get this?

You aim it from a distance, thinking you won't need to take the extra five steps to actually put it in the trashcan. Unexpectedly, your aim is much better than you thought it was possible. You grin with pride, quickly forgetting that you have work to do.

Okay, what´s next? Oh.

Rushing to the couch, you scoop up the pile of laundry, quickly folding and stacking them in a corner. It's not perfect, but it will have to do for now. Time ticks away, urging you to keep moving. The once cluttered floor now starts to regain its sense of space, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might finish in time.

But the clock continues to tick faster and faster, and there's still work to be done. You dart around the room, dusting off surfaces, straightening cushions, and rearranging misplaced items. Your hands move swiftly, almost instinctively, as you strive to restore order to your living room.

It doesn't look that bad. It looks like my old apartment... kinda-ish.

It's not perfect, but it's significantly improved. The spilled coffee has faded, the papers are neatly stacked, and the floor is no longer a minefield of wrappers and clothes. You take a moment to catch your breath, wiping sweat from your forehead.

Quickly running to the bathroom, you take the first perfume and spray it in the living room. Breathing faster than you should you start coughing at the way too sweet perfume hitting your nose.

With only moments to spare, you make a final sprint to the front door, checking your appearance in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself for your angel's arrival, hoping that they will see it as a normal apartment, despite the recent chaos that had occupied you and your living room.

Ding ding.

Oh my god, they are here! Okay, it´s happening. Everybody stay calm. Everybody stay calm down! Haha, office reference.

You giggle at your own thoughts as you peak at yourself one more time in the mirror, winking at yourself.

That was cringe.

You shake your head a little bit, trying to gain confidence you once definitely had somewhere. Quickly opening the door was one way ticket to gay panic once again. Your heart skips a beat as you take in their presence. Natasha, with her confident stance and piercing gaze, smiles as you open the door.

Beside her stands Wanda, radiating an otherworldly aura. Her expressive eyes hold a mixture of sweetness and authority at the same time.

Speechless for a moment, you find yourself in the presence of two ladies who probably have the superpower of looking heavenly in any circumstances. The gravity of their presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel hotter than from the world record cleaning you did just a minutes ago.

“Hello, pretty girl.” red head said.

“Hi! Hello, welcome!” You move to the side so they both can enter your apartment.

Welcome? What am I? A bellboy or something?

Closing the door, you let out a big sigh, trying to get your brain cells together to work as a team.

They both walk in, looking around the place you're living in. Trying to take small details about you, Wanda immediately looks at the pictures you have on the wall. Bunch of meaningfull and meaningless pictures together.

“Aww you look very cute here, is this your dog?” Wanda asks with a wide smile as she turns to look at you for a second and then she looks back on the pictures.

“Uh no, that was... Uh my friend´s dog.” You stutter a little bit, that caused Natasha to look at you straight away.

“Friend´s?” She comes closer to you. “I don’t like lying, sweetheart, do you love?” She tilts her head, and her beautiful eyes look at her girlfriend.

“Nope.” Wanda smirks already knowing what´s about to come, but still pays more attention to the pictures.

Natasha's eyes meet yours, her gaze steady and observant. Swallowing hard was another indicator for the older woman that you're not telling the whole truth.

“Technically it´s not a lie.” Your eyes squint a little bit.

Hearing Wanda let out a very adorable chuckle didn’t help you at all. But you don’t dare to look at her, you're still fixated on Natasha, who is watching you like a mother who is waiting for your explanation after being at a parent - teacher meeting.

“But practically we were uh more than friends...” you squint your eyes even more, biting the inside of your cheek as a replacement of fidgeting with your rings as you took them off while you were cleaning.

“You were?” She was playing with you, it was obvious, you knew it right away. Simply nodding wasn’t the answer here, but you suddenly lost your voice. It was like she caught it and with her big, muscular fist and didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.

You clear your throat, hoping it would give you few milliseconds to think of an answer.

“That´s why the picture is ripped. He was uh also there, but I cut him off. I love his dog thought.” You try to laugh it off, but Natasha maintains the same face expression. “I call it my straight era.” another joke that actually worked this time.

All of you laughed at that statement.

Bingo. Mrs. Joker is back in the game. Oh gosh. Cringe, extra cringe. Calm down. Please and thank you.

“We all had that era.” Natasha added, while Wanda came back and nodded.

“I get it though, that dog is very cute.” she chuckled.

You smile at Wanda but hearing Natasha´s comment made you turn back to her.

“Oh, you did? Tell me more!” You smirked looking at Natasha, hoping she will tell you something about her “straight era”. “Pretty please!”

“Aw you have such a nice manners, darling. Okay, alright.” Natasha giggles. Wanda was already sitting down as she almost broke your arm dragging you with her as well. She pulled you towards her, so you were sitting on her lap.

“Oh... um I-” you blushed already feeling the warm feeling in your stomach.

“We need to train this a little, baby, you're just sitting in my lap now, can you imagine other things? You would explode.” Wanda winked at you, wrapping her hand around you, squeezing you a little tighter. As Natasha finally sits next to you on the couch, watching your interaction with Wanda.

After two hours of talking from your first boyfriends to your favorite episode of Scooby-Doo, you figure out both of them are not so different from you. Maybe Natasha owning a big motorcycle company and Wanda owning architectural corporation makes them richer than you, but besides that. You three are pretty similar. You have lots of things in common, reading, watching movies and shows, cooking, going on walks, cuddling.

Wanda and you were having the longest conversation about why Emily Dickinson is the best poet, while Natasha only knew she was very fruity and wrote a poetry, but she was admiring how you and her girlfriend were understanding each other so effortlessly without speaking like a normal human being. When the new topic finally came in, Natasha took the lead and asked you a bunch of questions about your favorite music. When she showed her playlist, you had to let out a big laugh.

“Taylor Swift, really?” you look at her, while you shift at Wandas lap to get a better look at her playlist.

“What? I don’t look like a Swiftie?” She acted like she was hurt by your words.

“Uh, no?” you laugh even more. “You look like a Nirvana kind of guy, Blink 182, Pink Floyd, but not a Swiftie, no.” you admit.

“When we started seeing each other I told her I like Taylor Swift, since then she is listening to her non-stop.” Wanda explained.

“See? That makes sense. Wanda...” you nod towards her “the ray of sunshine is a Swiftie and it make so much sense.”

“So just because I wear black that means I can't listen to Taylor?” She fights playfully back.

“I didn’t say you can't, I just meant that you... a motorcycle company owner who wears leather even as a pj´s won't just play Shake It Off in her shop.” you try to make your point.

“True. Because I think Shake It Off is a song that gets too much credit, just because it´s a simple pop. But something like Eyes open or Better Than Revenge would be great to play in there.” she smiles “Also I don’t think people would mind if I played anything like Lover, because sometimes you much rather hear a song that speaks to you, other than something that just sounds okay and has a lots of drums in it.” she finishes you off.

You don’t say anything at all, you just nod.

“It was your game and you still lost, baby.” Wanda teases you a bit.

“Okay, fine. Fair points, you won.” Even though you don’t want to, you admit it.

“Like I always do.” She moves closer and kisses your cheek.

You tense in Wanda´s arms.

“Relax, detka. We got you.” Wanda whispers in your ear, slowly moving her hands to your stomach as Natasha comes closer to you.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Relax, baby.” Natasha finally connects your lips together as she makes your mind empty. The gentle pressure of her lips against yours sparks a surge of warmth. Her touch evokes a tingly sensation that makes your heart skip a beat. The warmth and softness of her touch imprint upon your senses, etching a memory that you know will linger long after the kiss is over. But for now, her lips are in the perfect place, on yours. If this wasn’t enough, you feel other lips on your neck. As Wanda´s lips trail along your neck, a shiver dances down your spine, electrifying every inch of your being. The gentle press and release of the younger woman kisses unleash pleasure and vulnerability at the same time, leaving a mark, both physical and emotional on your neck.

Your brain is now overtaken by these two goddesses, leaving it empty as the first time you saw them.

That empty you don’t even realize that they didn’t need you to text them your address to find out where you live.

an2: let me know your thoughts on this and what should happen next! If i didn´t tag you, let me know as well and i´ll add you!!

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#wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #third time is a charm right?#adele writes #wlw

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hajimeshoe · 2 years

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so if you're still taking requests.... Twisted Wonderland housewardens with an S/o who doesn't get energy from too much sugar, but instead gets tired, and when they eat a lot they go into food comas

Idia was honestly the hardest for me to write for this one, but I think it turned out alright? I hope you like it! It was honestly really fun to write!

Also, not me writing this on four energy drinks while bleaching my hair

Riddle

I feel like Riddle would be a bit confused

Like, sugar is supposed to give people energy, right???

His mother never let him have much sugar when he was young tho, so he'd also be wondering how his s/o eats enough to get into a food coma

"Love, moderation is easy?"

But at the same time, he does understand that everyone is different

He'll TRY to limit your sugar intake to before bed so long as it doesn't interfere with the Queen's rules

If he does find you in a sleepy mood after eating sugar, he'll bring you back to your dorm and get you tucked into a comfy place (if you're not already in your dorm)

If you are in your dorm, he'll get you blankets/pillows - anything you need to be comfy really

Leona

Absolutely loves it <3

All he needs to do if he wants you to skip classes to nap with him is to hop you up on sugar? Aight, BET!

Will 1000% carry around sugar for you and will literally shove it down your throat if he has to in order to have his personal teddy bear nice and tired

If he finds you in a food coma after eating too much? He's manhandling you into his preferred position for a nap with you

He has definitely had Ruggie bring you water that's more sugar than water

Don't get me wrong, Leona knows that sugar is not healthy and too much can do more damage than good for your health

But...he likes his sleep so can you blame him???

"Babe, you're being too loud so eat this and have a nap."

"Leona, that is literally a cup filled with sugar??"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

Azul

So, Azul...I feel like he'll use this to his advantage if he really needs too

For example, if you're just being too much and he's busy then he'll get you some stuff that's high in sugar to calm you down

Other than that though

He lets you decide when you have sugar and how much of it you have

He just assumes it's a human thing to get tired after ingesting sugar

Azul also will let you sleep in his office if you need to

But will absolutely not let the tweels anywhere near you when they have sugar - he doesn't want them forcing you into a food coma for their entertainment

Ultimately, probably the best of the housewardens with it

Kalim

THAT IS SO COOL!!

You get tired when you have too much sugar? My little siblings and I always get super hyper. How does it work? How do you get like that? (Jamil is in the corner wishing Kalim was like you)

He wants to see if deserts and treats from his home have the same result, so expect a ton of treats from him

If he finds you in a food coma, he'll quiet down and make sure you're comfy.

I can see him bringing in doctors to look at you at some point in your relationship tbh

Just to see what's up cuz he's a worried boi

I can also see him trying to diagnose you with ADHD and a billion other stuff until the doctors tell him that everything is normal

Vil

"Darling, you shouldn't be eating enough sugar for that to happen. Do you know how bad it is for you?"

Aaaand you're sitting through a lecture on the effects of sugar on health and beauty

He tries to put you on a diet

I normally don't see him as the type of person to interfere too much with his S/O's beauty regimen, but I can absolutely picture him doing this

He just loves you and wants whats best for you darling, he swears

Cutting out sugar just happens to be what he thinks is best

If he finds you in a food coma, he's gonna try to wake you up to make sure you brushed your teeth and did your skin care routine

Dw he'll let you go back to sleep as soon as you've done both, sleep is an important part of beauty

This is how he shows his love

Idia

Like Azul, he'll use it to his advantage sometimes.

Mostly if he's gaming and you're trying to get his attention

He'll just give you sugar and have you curl up in his lap while he games

He loves you but he also loves his games

He won't bother you if you're passed out from eating sugar, he'll just play a game on his phone or something while you sleep

Idia does not care how much of it you have - it's my personal hc he's a huuuuuge caffeine addict - or when you have it

So long as you're happy and not interrupting his gaming during important events, he's happy

Malleus

"Lilia, my human is broken!"

Confused boy 2.0

Is this normal for humans??

Lilia has to explain that some humans get tired after having sugar rather than getting some energy

He does some reading on humans and sugar

Malleus. Panics. If he finds you in a food coma

Proceeds to cast every healing spell he knows

He's just so caring and protective, he doesn't want anything happening to his precious S/O

He does learn to just make sure you're in a safe place and extremely comfy.

"Mall sweetie, where are we?"

"My chambers in the castle."

"You mean your dorm room at school???"

"No."

Literally brought you to Briar Valley to ensure you're as comfortable as can be

He's so precious just give him all the love

#twst headcanons #malleus x reader #idia x reader #leona x reader #vil x reader #kalim x reader #azul x reader #riddle x reader #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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AETHERRRRR. MY BELOVED. HIIII 'TIS I, ENIES LOBBY ANON!!!! :DDDDDDD (also I love hanahaki au fic, I know I said that already, but I just wanted to let you know again)

Came with another request!!! And surprisingly, it's not Robin, even though I love her sm. Feel free to take your time with this one, really, no need to rush! I know you said in your latest post that you haven't gotten the chance to write zoro a lot, so I'll request one for you :))). Also, I don't feel like emotionally wrecking myself, so no angst again, sadly.

Zoro x Reader, where Reader has a crush on Zoro and Reader does a bunch of secret little things for Zoro when she thinks he doesn't notice (like putting a blanket on him when he falls asleep, propping his head with a pillow, slipping the occasional sake bottle next to him, placing a glass of water besides his stuff while he exercises, etc). And I think that Zoro would find out about it but would want to see it for himself, so one day he catches Reader trying to do a secret act of service and it kinda leads into Reader confessing her feelings to Zoro? Anyways, I kinda love Zoro, if you couldn't tell. (but Robin will always be my wife. Unless you're willing to share lol.)

Anyways that was the request, take it or not, this is more for you than me and I just had an idea pop in my head. Thank you in advance!! Again, reminders that I love you and your work and blog are awesome!! :))))))

-Enies Lobby anon :DDD

hello eneis lobby anon!!! robin will always be my wife too 😁 (you can have her during summers)

forethoughts: i just came back from camp!!! i'm so exhausted and my muscles are in pain :,). oh well, life goes on. gonna start writing requests soon. feel free to request if you wish!

notes: gn!reader

From the moment you stepped on board the Sunny as the newest crew member, the sight of the green haired swordsman taking a small nap on deck or working out was enough to make your heart beat and palms getting sweaty.

Roronoa Zoro, the right hand man of the future King of the Pirates, the man who could wield three swords at the same time, and the man who always fell asleep on deck. You were swooned by his camaraderie and bravery in a fight, attracted to those muscles on his arms and back, and even on his legs because he never skipped leg day.

It was safe to say you were completely in love with him, and would do anything to keep him safe and sound.

You knew it was a one in a billion chance that Zoro would even like someone like you, but you didn’t want to simply stay on the side and watch Zoro shift uncomfortably on the wooden planks or shiver from the cold of the night.

Whenever you caught Zoro asleep leaning against the mast, you would put a weighted blanket on his body and a pillow behind his head.

When Zoro was going into the galley for lunch or dinner, you’d occasionally slip a bottle of sake into his hands like magic, to the point you made Zoro believe if he had the power to summon sake bottles.

Whenever Zoro announced he was going to lock himself in the gym until he was done working out, you’d sneak into his sanctuary and place two glasses of water on the floor, extra towels, some fruits and snacks, and a protein drink.

You did all of that as quiet and stealthily as you could, doing it whenever the rest of the Straw Hats weren’t looking. Zoro never noticed your actions; he was asleep after all. Or, that’s what you thought.

One day, as you were about to put the blanket on Zoro, you felt a gaze upon you; someone was looking at you doing this. You looked up at Zoro, and let out a yelp, the stone cold gaze of the swordsman boring into your eyes.

“So you’re the one doing this.” Zoro stated matter-of-factly with a monotone voice.

You recomposed yourself, hiding the pillow behind your back, but it was probably useless since the swordsman probably knew.

“I’m going to guess I’m not really magic, then? I can’t summon sake whenever I want?”

You stayed silent, looking at your shoes.

“Why are you doing all of this?”

You took a deep breath, as the bottle of emotions you had cramped inside your heart began to flood out. You ranted to Zoro about your feelings about him, that you were scared that he wouldn’t ever like you back and that you were out of his league. So you had resorted to doing tiny acts of service to channel and express your feelings. You kept talking, not once stopping for breath.

Once you finally stopped, you looked at Zoro, waiting for a reply.

“Well, you could’ve just said so next time.” Zoro scoffed, beckoning you to sit down next to him.

You did so, as Zoro pulled your body closer to him, pushing your head against his shoulder. He didn’t say anything after that, and you didn’t dare move. So you stayed there, head leaning on his shoulder as the two of you fell asleep.

#one piece #op #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #aetherasks #acts of service

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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Catch A Falling Star

Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x fallen star!reader Summary: This is a Stardust/Sandman crossover. When a fallen star arrives in the Dreaming, Morpheus takes it upon himself to protect her but it quickly becomes something more. Warnings: fluff, love at first sight-ish/quick to fall in love, witch attack, reader hurt, smiting. WC: 4.46k

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“Careful you don’t burn too bright, little sister,” Andromache warned, sending her consciousness across the cosmos and into your orbit. “It would break my heart to watch you burn out and fall.”

You were young and reckless, barely 5000 years old, flaunting your light so it could reach the farthest forms of life hurtling through the universe. “You worry too much. I will live for a million years, you’ll see.”

Countless sisters sparkled with you, dancing and skipping around the asteroids and shivering in the wake of icy comets, watching the worlds pass by. Like you, they were born of the Galaxias Kuklos - the Milky Way - keeping each other company through the eternal revolutions of the Centre. There was beauty in your endless travels, bringing hope to those who saw your light and wished upon it. It was also deadly.

When a star burned too bright she could lose control and explode into a supernova, the light flickering out and the fall began. Or, if one were like poor Yvaine, an object crashed into her - throwing her from the burning core to fall like a supernova without the big bang.

You had seen it twice during your life and your sisters had wept along with you, the tears falling with her so that she didn’t fall alone. The tears were like diamonds raining upon the galaxy, turning to dust as they burned through the atmosphere - becoming stardust.

A darkness spread across the universe in a way that you had never experienced, not even Andromache could explain the change. It was as if hope had faded and the wishes upon your shimmering light came few and far between. Whispers came from other galaxies, tales of a blight that consumed the consciousness and left trillions sedated and slumbering. You couldn’t let the darkness consume your sisters.

Your heart burned brighter until all worlds were bathed in the silvery glow of your light. You pushed yourself harder, hotter, combusting at a pace you were not meant to burn with. With each rotation of the Centre you felt your control slipping but you kept your heart burning still, a glimmer of hope in the endless dark.

Even during the day while your sisters slept, you kept your light glowing.

You felt the moment, a shift within your molecules, and a light flared from inside your core. It whipped out, streaking across the void of space before another escaped, then another. Pure white light dispersed in all directions until you were no longer a compressed being of energy but an explosion.

“Thank you, little sister,” Andromache whispered softly. “Your light gave us hope.”

You wanted to call out to her, to all your sisters, but you were already falling. No energy, no mass, you had no path of orbit remaining and began to tumble down and down towards the pull of the closest planet.

A billion tears fell with you, their shimmering light comforting you in the final descent, and you reached out for Andromache’s. You cradled the precious drop to your chest, as your sisters faded to pinpricks of light on a black canvas, and let your own wish be heard.

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“Did you say something, boss?” Matthew asked, his head tipping inquisitively.

“No, Matthew, I did not,” Dream uttered, peering around the throne room as he tried to decipher where the voice had come from.

The fabric of Dream’s cloak rustled and the raven took to the air with a squawk, something about finding Lucienne. Dream was too stunned to deny the order as he heard your voice, gentle and warm, pleading in a language he did not recognise. He was Endless, there should have been no language that he couldn’t understand.

“My lord-” Lucienne lost her words as she stepped into the throne room and saw Dream lift the long tail of his cloak and your body tumbled out.

Matthew hopped across the stone and flapped his wings against your kin “Tell me she hasn’t been trapped in your cloak this entire time.”

“I, I don’t know,” Dream admitted as he took the cloak off entirely and draped it over your naked body. “I don’t know where she has come from.”

“Yeesh.” Matthew shivered. “Wonder what else is hiding in there.”

“My lord,” Lucienne interrupted quietly as he stood contemplatively over you. “I think I may know what she is.”

His head turned halfway to Lucienne, one eye kept on your unconscious form. “And what might that be?”

“She fell from your cloak, sir, could she not be a fallen star?”

Dream’s lips parted as he turned his attention back to you, your eyelashes splayed across your cheeks in what he would have thought would be sleep but your mind was not in the Dreaming.

A glimmer of something iridescent caught his sight and he knelt at your side, gently opening your fist to see the large teardrop diamond you had protected from the destructive descent. His voice was sombre at the truth and he placed it back into your hand, “You are correct, Lucienne, she is a fallen star.”

Lucienne bowed her head in sadness. “She looks young, too young from what the old tomes have mentioned of their kind.”

“Return to your library,” Dream said as he lifted you from the cold stone. “Bring everything we have on the Astral beings to my chambers.”

“Of course, my lord, but are you sure you are ready for this responsibility?” Lucienne asked after a moment's hesitation. “We have only just got you back and many beings have gone to war to win her sister’s hearts. I fear this will be no different.”

“What choice do I have, Lucienne?” Dream said as he stared at you in his arms. “I will not cast her beyond the gates to have her heart carved out.”

The Head Librarian kept her thoughts to herself as she bowed her head and made her exit to begin her task. The Dream that she knew before he was captured would have tossed the young star out without a second thought but he was no longer cold and removed from his feelings. It was the first time she thought that it might be a bad thing.

Irritation woke you, the scratch of something across your surface. Skin. That was what coated you, what remained when your blinding light had peeled away and turned to vapour. You opened your eyes and slammed them shut from the harsh light that burned them, a painful sound clawing from your dry throat as you turned away.

“It will take a moment to adjust,” a quiet voice soothed. “Open them slowly.”

You followed the instructions blinking slowly until the burn faded and the room came into focus. You didn’t recognise your voice as you used the tongue of man and not the song of your sisters, “Who are you? Why is everything so loud?”

The fire crackled and popped, a heavy repetitive thud echoed in your chest and even your voice hurt to hear.

“I am Dream of the Endless, but you may call me Morpheus,“ he said as he rose from the chair in the corner of the room. “You are no longer in the void of space, sound travels differently here. It will take some getting used to.”

You looked at your empty hands and sobbed as you remembered holding onto your dearest sister's tear, the last piece of home you had. Morpheus crossed the room, his robe swishing with each step, and placed the precious gem into your palm.

“Thank you,” you whispered gratefully. “I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose this.”

He waved his hand over yours without a word and a thin silver chain wrapped around the diamond in delicate swirls. His fingers were cool against yours as he lifted the chain and draped it over your head, the gem coming to rest against your heart.

“You do not have to thank me, Astra.” Morpheus stepped back and reached for his own chest but caught himself before it could touch the empty space, where his own precious gem used to hang. “It is I who should thank you.”

He gestured to the mountains of books that filled the corner of the room where he had sat while you rested. “You appeared a surprising amount of times in the Library of Dreams. Your light brought hope to many during my imprisonment - brought them comfort when the darkness no longer embraced them in welcome.”

“You…” you gasped and shifted further away from him, “you were the darkness that threatened to consume my sister stars!”

“No,” Dream denied firmly, draping himself back into the chair and pressing his hand to his forehead as if there was an ache forming. “My absence caused the darkness you speak of, I have been trying to repair the damage of that darkness since I returned.”

You relaxed slightly at the admission and sighed with relief that your sisters would be safe. It didn’t make the pain of losing them any less but you knew your burnout had not been in vain.

“There is something I want to show you, Astra,” Morpheus said after watching your emotions play across your face. Another wave of his hand created a beautiful gown that looked as if it were made from starlight, and it drifted along an invisible current to drape across the foot of the bed.

You rose from the bed, feeling his eyes on your body that you had yet to see for yourself. “My name is y/n.”

You stepped into the gown and immediately enjoyed the silken texture across your skin, much softer than what lined the bedding. Turning your back to Morpheus, you looked over your shoulder and silently requested help with the pearl buttons that traced your spine.

It took him a moment to move from the stupor he found himself in, but then he closed the distance with two long strides. A knuckle teased the curve of your spine with each button he closed until he reached your nape and he smoothed his thumb over your bare shoulder.

“How do I look?” you asked, nervously running your palms over the material.

“Radiant.”

A low glow shimmered beneath your skin when you smiled and he swallowed at the sight, something akin to fear making him step away. “It’s only light, it won’t hurt you.”

“It is not me I am worried about,” Dream said as he saw the hurt on your face. “I fear someone will try to take that light away from you.”

He began to lead the way from the room and through the palace explaining why your light was so coveted.

“So there are creatures out there that mean to cut out my heart and eat it?” You shivered at the thought and unconsciously stepped closer to his side. His billowing cloak rubbed against the sway of your silken dress and you realised you were quite the opposite to him. Where his cloak was black as a starless night, your dress shimmered with the ethereal glow of a thousand twinkling stars.

“I would not let that happen,” Morpheus swore as he looked across at you. “You are under my protection here.”

You smiled at his kindness before taking in the sight of his land that spread under the night sky. It was peaceful. “Why? Why protect me? You don’t know me.”

He chewed on the question as you followed the stone path beyond the palace gates and the giant winged creatures that perched above them. “You fell from the skies after giving your all, your burning core, so that others may have hope during my imprisonment. You fell out of the galaxy within my robes. I cannot believe it was mere coincidence. I suppose I should contact my eldest sister, Destiny of the Endless, to see if it is her I should thank.”

“I have seen your kind before, two of them actually,” you admitted, seeing his interest pique at the quiet words. “The Endless.”

“Oh?” he prompted when you fell silent.

“There was one who travelled through our space, destroying our playground - leaving inhabitable planets in his wake.”

“The Prodigal,” Dream said surprised. “My younger brother hasn’t been seen in centuries.”

“The stars see all, hear all. He was hurt.”

Dream’s large hand wrapped around your wrist, a shock passing through you at the touch, and he pulled you to a stop. “You know where he is. Wait, you said he was hurt? How could he be hurt, he is invulnerable.”

You shook your head. “No being is invulnerable if they can love. Unfortunately, his lover was lost to the other Endless’ embrace. He does not wish to be disturbed and we promised to keep his sanctuary a secret.”

“Desire?” Dream asked with a deep frown. “They have crossed a line taking another sibling's lover as their own.”

“Not Desire, whoever that may be, it was Death,” you said, placing your hand over his and uncurling the grip that had grown tighter. “Why do you people love so freely when it so often ends poorly?”

The terrain shifted beneath your feet and it was only the hold you had on Dream that kept you upright. Suddenly the flat path had risen and you found yourself at the top of a mountain peak. The air was thinner and the drop in temperature had your breath misting in front of your face but you were too stunned to complain.

“Andromache,” you choked as you looked up and found the brightest star in the sky that sparkled with a wave. The urge to reach out and see if she were as close as she looked almost had you let go of Dream’s hand, but you knew she was still lightyears away.

You broke away from her light to look at Morpheus, who was once again watching you, and you lost yourself to the stars that danced in his own eyes. “Thank you.”

“We are lonely,” Dream said when he looked back at your sister stars. “We have a function that will endure for all of time. If we were to grow cold and neglect our roles then all worlds would suffer for it. Love keeps us…compassionate, and the loneliness from destroying us.”

“That is a poor reason to love,” you gasped, clutching your chest in surprise, while the cool air seeped through the thin dress and sent a shiver rolling down your spine. “Love should bring you joy and it should be irrational and unreasonable.”

Morpheus quietly contemplated your impassioned outburst before waving his hand and a fur lined cloak fell over your shoulders. “The love you speak of seems to only exist in dreams these days.”

You looked around the cold mountainside, void of life except for the two of you. The cloak had chased away the chill and you curled it tighter around you as a breeze blew across the peak. “Where?”

“Where?” he repeated back in confusion.

“Where is this love? I would like to see it.”

Dream offered his hand and you were once again shocked by his touch as you placed yours in his. In a flicker of star the scenery changed and you found yourself spinning in awe at the setting around you. Joy and colour saturated every molecule of the carnival and a laugh bubbled from your chest as your skin began to glow.

“This is wonderful!” You gripped Dream’s hand tighter and towed him towards the big top tent where music and cheers were erupting from, your smile so wide it hurt your cheeks. Dancers with ribbons spun their way across the grass path and you felt the silken strands tease through your fingers when you reached out.

“Close your eyes,” Morpheus said as he stopped you and held something hidden behind his back. You trembled with excitement as you slammed your eyes shut. “Now, open your mouth.”

You froze at the gentle command but took a deep breath and trusted him as you parted your lips. Sweetness filled your mouth, the odd texture turning to liquid on your tongue, and you opened your eyes in surprise. “What is that?”

A small smile twitched at his lips as he revealed the fluffy pink cloud on a stick. “Cotton candy.” He plucked a piece off and popped it into his mouth, the colour leaving a trace of brighter pink on his lips.

You giggled as you stole some for yourself and marvelled at how it disappeared on your tongue again. “You should smile more.”

“Should I? And why is that?” he asked as he leant forward and brushed your ear with his warm breath, his voice full of cool amusement. “Does it bring you joy?”

You tilted your head with a teasing smile of your own. “It does, and you are quite handsome when the morose masquerade is removed.”

“It is no masquerade,” he chuckled, taking your hand and leading you closer to the tent. “Lucienne often reminds me how sullen I am.”

“You should share this side of you with her too.”

“I don’t think she cares for how handsome I am.”

You nudged him in the ribs with your elbow and he huffed a laugh. “I meant smiling, silly! You are denser than my sister Calvera.”

“I’m not sure who should be more insulted, your sister or I.”

You leaned into his side and placed your head on his shoulder as you tried not to laugh. “She is a Neutron star.”

A deep laugh rumbled from his chest before yours joined him. “Are all of your sisters as amusing as you?”

You shook your head and looked up at the stars that filled the sky, the bright point of Andromache barely visible in this place. “No, most of them are very serious. Andromache was constantly telling me to grow up but I think she gave up after I completed my 2nd millenia. I was supposedly mature by then.”

Another smile grew freely on his face before he caught sight of another food vendor. “You have to try a Toffee Apple.”

He slipped from your fingers as he crossed the path and you were distracted by a kind face waving you towards her tent. “Dare to see what your future holds, my dear?”

“You can see the future?” you asked in wonder, stepping closer to the curtains she held aside.

“I can,” she said with a wink. “I see a very bright future indeed.” You turned to look for Dream but the woman grabbed your hand with a smile and pulled you behind the curtains. “You can find your boyfriend again soon.”

The tent glowed at the term before you felt your face heat and looked away with a nervous laugh. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend…”

She waved her hand towards the velvet stool and you took a seat as she shuffled around the low table to sit across a crystal ball. “From the glow about you, I’m sure that won’t last for much longer. You have snared him with your light, little star.”

Your stomach lurched and you tried to stand up but found a silver chain had silently threaded around your ankle and leashed you to the table leg.

“Tut-tut-tut, no need to be afraid.” The witch rose from her seat to reveal an obsidian blade in the folds of the table cloth. “You’ll waste all that precious light.”

“Morpheus!” you screamed, the strength of the sound piercing your slowly adjusting hearing. “Help!”

“Shut it, impudent wretch,” the witch hissed as she raised her hand to your face, a harsh sound snapping the air before your cheek began to burn from the slap. “You dare call on the King of Dreams for help. The Dream Lord would not meddle in our affairs I assure you, there is no helping you.”

Tears were quickly filling your eyes as she spoke with such certainty that you almost believed her. You had never felt such physical pain before, it was still dull compared to the pain of falling from the stars but it ached in a vastly different way. The pain consumed you as she pushed you off the stool and onto the cold woven mat that covered the floor, dirt and muck from the shoes of patrons smearing across your beautiful dress.

“You cannot have my heart,” you whimpered as you clutched your hands protectively over your chest.

A wind whipped through the tent, the curtain flapping open sharply before a larger gust tore the fabric away - hefting it up into the sky and baring the stars to witness your pain. There, in the absent entrance stood Morpheus.

You light flared brightly as he stalked across the floor, his face a hard mask of fury as he approached the witch. “This star is under my protection, Tabitha Three-Eyes, and by attacking her you challenge me, your King.”

“I’m sorry, your Majesty,” she stammered as she bowed her head. “I didn’t know she belonged to you.”

Morpheus curled his fingers and the chain unravelled and slithered away from your legs. You scrambled to your feet and scuttled away from the witch whose face had changed since he had arrived, as if the spell that made her kind and welcoming dissolved in the acid of her personality. The perfect image withered to a crone with gnarled fingers and blackened teeth bared in a snarl.

“Don’t try me, spellcaster,” Morpheus warned as he noticed the gleam in her eyes.

Like a woman possessed, she lurched forward with claws and screamed as black tendrils exploded from her hands. Morpheus threw his hand up and the wave of power shot back tenfold, hurling her back to shatter the table and the crystal ball too. He reached blindly behind his back, a soft sigh slipping from his lips when he felt you safely tucked away.

“Are you alright?”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer that as you trembled at his back. “She tried to kill me.”

“A fatal mistake of hers,” he growled as he eyes the smouldering outline where the witch had landed before turning around. His face was full of concern as he gently cradled your cheek that was swollen from her slap. “She got off too lightly.”

“She is dead.”

“She hurt you.” Dropping his forehead to yours he closed his eyes and exhaled, his breath mingling with yours. “She deserved something far worse than death.”

He opened his eyes again and winced when he looked at your cheek. You gingerly touched the spot and asked, “How do I look?”

“Still radiant,” he smiled sweetly as he leaned, those mesmerising eyes that reminded you of home holding you captive, “still beautiful.”

Your breath caught in your lungs as his lips brushed yours, that familiar spark shocking you back to life. You pressed yourself closer, opening yourself to his exploration and moaning when his tongue took the opportunity. Hands reached for each other, yours lacing into his silky hair while his snaked beneath your cloak to splay across your lower back.

Shimmering dust drifted from the skies above as your glow illuminated the night. You pulled apart gasping at both the intensity of your first kiss and at the sight of the stardust. They were like bright bursts of fireworks casting a myriad of colour around the empty field that had held the carnival, not the dull grey dusting of sorrowful tears.

“My sisters’ blessings,” you whispered with a smile as you found their tears of joy catching in Morpheus’ hair, the colours stark against the jet black strands. Taking his hands, you placed them on your chest, over the diamond teardrop that hung from your neck. “Having a heart is dangerous.”

Dream wanted to deny it but it was the truth so he settled for the next best thing. “I will protect it.”

“I know you will.” You closed your eyes against the bright glow that radiated from your entire body. Slowly that light shifted until it was concentrated beneath your palms and you released the hold you had on the diamond. The gemstone had changed, taking on a dark red hue that pulsed with a steady beat. You stared at the stone in wonder for a moment longer before slipping the chain over your head and lifting it towards Morpheus. “It is yours if you will have it.”

He bowed his head so you could drape it over his neck, the blood red gem pulsing over his own heart. He felt its warmth as he picked up the stone hanging from the chain, raising it to his lips to place a tender kiss on its surface. You swore you could feel the softness of his lips on your skin before he tucked it beneath his shirt to rest against his skin.

“I shall cherish your gift until the end of time,” Morpheus promised as he brushed his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips and pouted. “But I have no gift for you.”

You nipped at his thumb and it brought a smile to his forlorn face. “You have given me hope, Morpheus. I thought it was lost when I fell. And you saved my life. I think that is more than enough.”

Dream shook his head and the walls of the palace rose around you, the high stained glass windows behind his throne telling you exactly where you were. “I have offered you protection and sanctuary within my realm…but how about a home?”

“A home…” you mused as you circled the cavernous room and the stairs that lead to a single throne, “with you?”

His lips twitched at your teasing tone and he nodded. “Yes, with me.”

“You would have to smile more,” you warned as you climbed the first step and rose to eye level with him.

He lost the internal battle to remain impartial and a smile parted his lips. “I’m sure I would have more reason to smile with you here.”

You took another step higher and looked down at Dream, his pretty eyes following your every move as you shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Those eyes narrowed as you failed to hold your giggle and you couldn’t remain apart any longer, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning down to taste those pouting lips. “Yes, Morpheus.”

“Really?” he asked half excited, half uncertain he heard you correctly as he closed those two steps and pulled you flush with his body.

You kissed his chest, where the rapidly pulsing gem rested, and looked into his starry eyes. “I already gave you my heart because that is where home is.”

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mariacallous · 28 days

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Faruk Fatih Özer stood in front of a passport control officer at Istanbul Airport, a line of impatient travelers queuing behind him. He pulled his face mask below his chin for the security camera. Surely he was nervous. The 27-year-old had unruly black hair, a boy-band face, and a patchy beard. Normally he overcompensated for his callow features by dressing in a pressed three-piece suit. But this spring day he wore black trainers and a navy-blue sweater hastily pulled over a white polo shirt, as if he had dressed in a dash. A small backpack was slung over his right shoulder. He looked like someone who could have been going on a last-minute day trip—or someone planning to never come back. At 5:57 pm on April 20, 2021, the guard stamped his Turkish passport and Özer shuffled through the crowd to Gate C, a flash drive containing a rumored $2 billion (£1.6 billion) in crypto stashed in his belongings.

After Özer’s plane reached Tirana, Albania, at 9:24 that night, he checked into the Mondial, a popular 4-star business hotel in the capital’s commercial district. A couple of days later, he looked at his social media accounts. A mob was very angry with him: Customers couldn’t access their money on the exchange Thodex, where he was founder and CEO, and people were accusing him of absconding with their funds.

Özer posted a public letter to his company’s website and his social accounts. “I feel compelled to make this statement in order to respond urgently to these allegations,” he wrote. The accusations weren’t true, he said. Thodex—which had nearly half a million investors and $500 million (£400 million) in daily trade volume—was investigating what Özer claimed was a suspected cyberattack that caused “an abnormal fluctuation in the company account.” Assets would be frozen for five days while Thodex resolved the issue. This was terribly bad timing for the big business deal he said he was en route to make: selling the company, or so he had told some employees and his brother and sister before he left. All would be made right. “There will be no victims,” he promised. “I personally declare that I will return to Turkey within a few days and ensure that the facts are revealed in cooperation with judicial authorities and that I will do my best to prevent users from suffering.” Of course, there was this possibility too: He was in the midst of pulling off the biggest heist in Turkey’s history.

Before dawn the day after Özer posted the letter, police squads fanned out across Istanbul and public prosecutors opened an investigation. Law enforcement arrested 62 people, including Thodex employees at all levels of the company—and Özer’s older brother and sister, Güven and Serap. Interpol issued a red notice, a request for law enforcement worldwide to find and “provisionally arrest” Özer pending his extradition to Turkey. Search teams deployed across Albania, Montenegro, Kosovo, and North Macedonia. There were reported sightings of the dark-haired young man across Tirana, rumors that he had gone to a poultry farm, that an executive from the Albanian football league was sheltering him. Soon, the Albanian police arrested people accused of aiding and abetting him. But no one seemed to know exactly where Özer was.

Özer had vanished at a particularly precarious time in crypto’s annals: In the weeks leading up to his disappearance, so-called rug pulls—when a cryptocurrency exchange or altcoin developer absconds with investors’ funds—had crypto investors around the globe flabbergasted. The CEO of Mirror Trading International, a crypto trading company based in South Africa, defrauded users of more than $1 billion, then skipped town; TurtleDex, an anonymous decentralized finance storage project on Binance, reportedly vanished with $2.4 million; another decentralized finance project, Meerkat, reportedly fleeced investors out of $31 million (of which they paid back 95 percent). Blockchain analysis firm Chainalysis ranked rug pulls as the primary scam of 2021, accounting for 37 percent of all cryptocurrency scam revenue that year, up from 1 percent the year before.

Thodex was at the top of that roster, and nearly every major outlet from Bloomberg to Newsweek published headlines like “Turkish Crypto Exchange Goes Bust as Founder Flees Country” and “Turkish Cryptocurrency Founder Faruk Fatih Özer Seen Fleeing Country With Suspected $2 Billion From Investors.” CoinGeek called it “the biggest scam in the digital asset industry in 2021.” The New York Times’ headline read, “Possible Cryptocurrency Fraud Is Another Blow to Turkey’s Financial Stability.” In Turkey, the country I now call home, people were reeling: For years, crypto had been built up—largely by Özer but by others too—as a way out of economic volatility. Now it seemed like just another way to lose your life savings. But something felt off to me, like the whole story wasn’t being told.

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xuqijie · 1 year

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miyawaki sakura x f!reader

# genre ; angst, slight fluff

# tags ; idols!exes to lovers(?), oblivious sakura, reader is suffering because they both have communication issues, mentions of iz*one disbandment, reader and sakura are same age

you never knew why sakura broke up with you before your second comeback. only when the two of you meet at a music show, then you find out the full story of your relationship.

note: stream cupid by fifty fifty like actually soty.

is love real? how could someone ever find their true love in a crowd of 7 billion people? was it even possible to find your soulmate and then somehow evade all obstacles of distance? you thought love could overcome anything.

miyawaki sakura was the love of your life, still is. a disheartening program like produce 48 had somehow given you the best years of your life; a family and a lover both wrapped in a big bow called ‘iz*one.’ when sakura had said, “we’ll stay together forever, as thirteen,” on the last week of pre-disbandment, you should have known she was lying.

when sakura said those three words to you on a night of hardship, you should have known. when she uttered her love and adoration, you should have known.

you should have known she wasn’t telling the truth. because if she truly loved you so, why did she leave? a question that had plaguing your thoughts more and more recently.

immediately after iz*one had disbanded, your then company, the black label, signed you to another contract, one that gave you more freedom in the studio, but restricted personal content. you thought nothing of it at that time, because how could they have ever known you were in a 3 year relationship with one of your ex-members?

the higher-ups knew that iz*one fans were still mourning and wishing for interactions between the members, so they took advantage and instantly you had to put out a song with choi yena, 2 months after iz*one had disbanded. all while sakura was still silent. you didn’t get many updates from her either.

and when your debut did amazingly well, you knew that your management would start to milk you as a member of iz*one.

“sakura didn’t reply to my texts, or calls,” you mentioned offhandedly to yuri and yena one day. the two looked shocked but yuri eased your worries by saying, “she’s probably preparing for her graduation in japan. she did text the group chat about it.”

yena nodded in agreement, but after seeing your body tense up, she quickly changed the subject.

“is the album coming along well?” your second comeback, only a few months after your debut. the hype was slowly dying down and your management was quick to act. this time, instead of having an iz*one member be featured, the title track would be co-written by eunbi and you.

“manager’s been forcing me to do some stuff, attend some parties,” you sighed, “but i don’t wanna spend my friday night shaking hands with men double my age.” yena looked as if she was about to respond, but then your phone lit up.

y/n🐼 [2.19pm]:

kkura i miss you

what are you doing now?

wifey 🐱💛 [5.54pm]:

hi i was recording ♪( ´▽｀)

i miss you too i wna go back to korea :(

you squealed excitedly, showing yena and yuri the text messages. yuri sent you a ‘i told you so’ look while yena faked a gag.

“you two are so disgusting,” she said, while yuri smacked her arm. “you’re just salty because you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“oh yeah? who’s fault is that?”

“what.”

after that day, you had thought your relationship skipped the strain and everything would be okay. it was only until sakura returned back to korea, you received a cryptic message from your then girlfriend.

wifey 🐱💛 [3.28am]:

let’s break up.

and all you could do was stare at the bright screen that greeted you in the wake of dawn until tears fell. of course, you had tried calling her and surprisingly, she picked up, but the phone call just made you more confused.

“why are we breaking up?”

will we stay together forever?

“i don’t love you anymore.”

you’re my favourite person in the world.

“tell me, why?”

are you sure? what if you find someone better than me? or you don’t like me anymore?

“i’m sorry, i don’t have an explanation.”

i would never do that. i swear.

“i hate you, sakura.”

i love you.

“i’m sorry.”

i love you too, y/n.

a beep sounding the loss of sakura in your life. your manager had found you in your room, under the blankets in tears. only a shake of his head and a sigh before he had to escort you to the van. because of course, even after suffering the worst heartbreak of your life, being an idol came first.

your members and especially the elder ones were reasonably upset. nako had threatened to beat sakura up if she had known that your relationship would end because of a phone call at the airport. you brushed them off, trying to display your hurt of your relationship ending as anger that sakura broke up on text with you.

“i’m fine, seriously,” you choked out, tears welling up but still maintaining a smile. the other iz*one members, mainly eunbi, hyewon, yena, yuri and minju, just stared at you blankly.

“i’m actually going to fight her,” hyewon nodded her head in agreement to eunbi’s statement. “i trusted her, to take care of you. instead of talking it out, she decides to break up with you?”

“eunbi unnie, i don’t want to talk about her anymore, okay? can we play mario kart or something else instead?” you pleaded, the mere mention of sakura piercing your heart tenfold.

the members looked skeptic but your insistence made them all resign to a night of mario kart.

at first glance now, anyone would think that you had moved onto bigger and better things. a year had passed and you had just put out your third album, cupid. most of the songs were written by you at 3am, and heavily centred on one japanese. you knew that once word had gotten out about your muse, the iz*one group chat, excluding sakura, would blow up and your messages would be filled with worrisome questions.

not only that, you were currently at a music show, where lesserafim were also at, without a doubt. their debut was a smash hit in korea, fearless charting number 1 countless amounts of times and you couldn’t help but feel proud at chaewon’s improvement as a leader, yet bittersweet over seeing your ex-girlfriend.

you sighed as the makeup artist brushed your cheeks with blush.

“i hope you don’t get too choked up when you win,” she winked at you. you shook your head, chuckling, “i mean, lesserafim’s here, fearless might win.”

“i still think cupid’s better.”

“of course you do, i’m your favourite idol!” your makeup artist finished up and you were good to go. you felt your heart speed up at the thought of seeing sakura in the flesh and silently hoped that you wouldn’t have to stand too close to her.

you got back on stage and met eyes with wonyoung and yujin, both who had returned with love dive as ive and they sent you a reassuring smile.

“i think she’s here,” you said.

“oh,” yujin shrugged, “unnie, you should stand with us then, iz*one reunion? maybe even invite chaewon unnie to stand with us.”

“that’s so mean, yujinnie,” wonyoung sighed, exasperated. “well, she shouldn’t have gave such a dumb excuse to break up with our unnie—”

the mcs appeared on stage and began the show, you caught chaewon’s wave and hesitantly waved back, not before accidentally colliding with the person behind you. embarrassed, you turn around and instantly lit up.

“yuqi!” you whispered excitedly. the g-idle member grinned, “hi! look, i think you’re winning.” you turned to the big screen, truly, if the current votes add up, you would be leading. but between lesserafim and ive, anything could happen.

“and the winner is…” you held your breath, “y/n with ‘cupid’!” the ive members turned to you and you heard yuqi giggle behind you.

“good job, unnie!”

as your song played, groups started leaving the stage but g-idle remained behind since as a soloist, it was incredibly lonely standing up on stage when in iz*one, you had 12 other girls singing and dancing with you.

while minnie and shuhua started their own rendition of your song, you laughed cheerfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the lingering shadow by the stage.

miwayaki sakura, the one woman you had been avoiding the entire night, staring right at you.

it was like time froze. you remembered telling her that those kdramas were all so cliché with the love interests meeting. the same songs playing in the back as the background blurred.

but it felt true now.

‘good job,’ she mouthed. you were about to respond when yuqi pulled you back for the chorus and the grip on your wrist was noticed by sakura, who frowned and glared at your same aged friend.

after a stage of giggles and funny dance moves, you headed back to your waiting room, ready to take your makeup artist out for barbecue since she had guessed correctly on the winner. your stomach rumbled and you took out the coins you had stashed in your jacket’s pocket.

heading to the vending machine, you gasped seeing the prices. “ten thousand won for a bag of chips? that’s crazy,” you exclaimed but your hunger came first and it wasn’t as if you were broke.

as you bent down to reach for the bag, a voice startled you. “y/n.”

you whipped your head back, gaping.

“uh, hi.”

sakura’s face was blank and expressionless but through her eyes, you could tell that she was feeling extremely awkward.

“congrats, uhm, for the win.”

you nodded. “thanks. anything else? i need to go soon.”

the japanese clenched her fists and her voice came out pained, “are you dating anyone?”

you paled.

“what?”

sakura repeated, more grit in her voice, “are you dating song yuqi?”

suddenly, all anger rushed to your head. all the sleepless nights she made you experience, all the tears you let out in the shower, all the pain you had to endure. it made you frustrated.

“sakura, what’s the point of asking that?” you snapped, gripping the bag of chips tightly which was a rather comical sight.

your ex scrunched up her nose and you had to pretend it wasn’t cute. “does that mean you’re dating her?”

“no. but why does it matter?”

“because… you,” sakura groaned, “you can’t…”

eyes filled with fury, you retorted, “can’t what? can’t date other people after we broke up? am i not allowed to find other people when you were the one who broke up with me? over text?”

“y/n, i regret it,” sakura mumbled, “i regret all of it. please.”

“please what? what am i meant to do? you broke my heart, you asshole. what is this conversation meant to be about? what are you trying to do?”

your ex looked down, ashamed, but your heart broke even further at the tears spilling out of her eyes.

“i’m sorry. i thought, when we disbanded, that we would just break up because of the long distance and… i thought i was saving us from each other. i was wrong, i love you, please let me try again,” sakura explained, her voice hoarse.

you debated. was it worth it? all the heartbreak? for sakura? you had loved her for years, but were you ready to trust her again?

“i trusted you. i don’t anymore,” you started slowly, sakura’s eyes dimming at every word, “let’s start out as friends again, i think the members miss you at our reunion dinners.”

#miyawaki sakura x reader #sakura x reader #lesserafim x reader

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marc-spectorr · 2 years

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!!!! CONGRATS REACHING 500 !!!

How about prompt 2 with Steven 👀

A lil brain rot imagine it's a plushie or something of an Egyptian god that reminds him of you ajgjsjgj

ˣ pairing: steven grant x reader

ˣ prompt: “i bought this because i thought you’d like it”

ˣ warnings: 1.2k wc, fluff galoreee

ˣ a/n: sorry for the delay in posting these! technical problems suck lol. i really love this prompt though and i think it’s one of my favorites to write! hope you enjoy it :)

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

It brims ceaselessly inside you, this fondness and warmth that only he could give you—that only he could ever make you feel. Your heart utterly swells with overwhelming adoration for him; it's nearly an inconceivable notion that there could be room for so much more.

But when it comes to Steven, he's always full of surprises. Always keeping you on your toes, always leaving you in wondrous amazement.

A tender glance your way, and your insides flutter with tremendous glee. It's as if there are millions of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, tickling your skin, making you smile and smile and smile…

And it's quite a bright smile that paints your delicate lips following the hearty chuckle Steven releases into the cool summer air.

You catch yourself staring at him helplessly, seeing how his chocolate irises light up like the starry night sky as the gentle cast of the moonlight dances over his features.

It's all too beautiful— he is too beautiful. Too perfect and breathtaking. All yours to hold onto dearly.

There's something about him that never fails to charm you. Whether it be his wit, his sense of humor, or his sass. The way he's sweet and kind to you, regards you as the sun of his universe. The list of endearing traits you've gathered throughout the three years is almost endless.

You find him fascinating, a work of art to admire in silent awe. Every part of him delights you, from the dazzling sparkle in his brown eyes to the delicate curve of his upper lip. Then there's the melodious tune to his laugh that allows a lightness to bloom in your chest.

You drown in his loving gaze as it melts into you. Its pure softness has you thanking the billions and trillions of heavenly stars above and the vast cosmos beyond for bringing Steven to you.

"Love, do I have something on my face?" He asks you, reeling you back to the dreamy reality that is yours.

The park around you is simply animated this evening. Full of energy and life, with live musicians busking to earn a coin or two, children skipping happily on the grassy knolls. You and Steven settle on your favorite spot— the flowing water fountain at the very center of it all.

A light giggle, then a quiet hum. You shake your head at Steven as he blindly wipes his undirtied chin with one hand, the other holding firm onto a half-eaten burrito. "No, you're alright, Steven. I was just stuck in my head, lost in my thoughts. But, uhh… what were we talking about again?"

He smiles adoringly at you, those darling doe eyes drinking in each and every detail of you. He looks at you as if you're the only one worth his glance— the only one worthy of his full attention. "We were talking about our day, dearie, and you left off at the part where you're telling me the most amazing lunch you've ever had."

"Oh, right, yes! We should really try that restaurant one of these days, babe. They have tons of yummy vegan options. Plus, word on the street is that this place has the best stuffed mushrooms in London. I already know that you're going to love it!"

"Aw, we should have ditched the burritos and gone there tonight instead," Steven pouts, taking another bite out of his food while you scarf down the last bit of yours.

"It's okay; there's always next time. Besides, Monday is burrito night anyway. Wouldn't miss this for the world," you reply with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

It's the truth. Burrito Monday is something you and Steven came up with one day and started doing every week. Once his shift at the gift shop ended, he'd go to the deli a few blocks away and pick up two delicious burritos before heading to your office. From there, the two of you would walk to the park, where you'd sit and enjoy your meal in each other's company.

A silly little tradition, but it is yours and Steven's. A memory to share, remembrance to look back on— one of many that you would forever cherish with him.

"Alright, enough about me. How was your day?" you query, waiting with a gentle smile as Steven finishes his meal.

"It was actually great! I caught the bus on time, which meant one less thing for Donna to chew me out for. Sold a bunch of candies and souvenirs. I even got to explain the Ennead to a curious kid, and I'm pretty sure he liked hearing what I had to say."

"Of course, he liked it! You're always so passionate about these things, and it's just wonderful getting to hear you talk about them, truly."

A slight flush creeps across Steven's face, and he clears his throat. "Thank you, darling. That honestly means a lot to me. Oh, I absolutely love you, you know that?. I love you, and— shoot! Speaking of gods, before I forget, I've got you a gift."

Steven takes a second to open up his messenger bag, his body teeming with excitement as he fishes out a small plush toy. He holds it out to you, his cheery smile reaching his wide, beaming eyes that grow even brighter when you realize what it was.

"Is this Tawaret?" you speak, enthused as he gives you the stuffed gray hippo with an eager nod. "She's so adorable, Steven!"

"I was doing inventory when I came across our new shipment of Tawaret plushies. It reminded me of when I told you of her story the day we first met," he reveals, still grinning. "I bought this because I thought you'd like it."

It seems absurd to others passing by, but you feel the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. "Gosh, Steven. This is lovely of you to get me. I-I know it's a toy, but if it weren't for you talking about Tawaret, we wouldn't even be here right now. Wow, I sound so cheesy, huh?"

Steven's smile softens, his fingertips rising to caress your cheek. His hand remains stroking at your skin as you lean into his tender touch. "It's not cheesy at all, darling. It's our story."

"Now you sound cheesy yourself," you jokingly return, shifting your head to press your lips to the palm of Steven's hand. "But, thank you, Steven. I love my new Tawaret stuffie, though I think I may love you a teeny bit more."

"A teeny bit more? That's all?" he says, laughing.

"Well, you can kiss me, and maybe I can reconsider—"

Steven doesn't give you the chance to finish that sentence. He'd swoop in, his hand tilting your chin to meet his gaze before claiming your lips in a sweet, honeyed kiss.

It leaves you breathless, dizzy, and high— makes your heart skip a beat, or two, perhaps even three.

You kiss him deeply, and he kisses you back deeper, seemingly forgetting where you are though it doesn’t matter.

All you know is that there's no better feeling than this— being here.

Being with him.

Every day, you wonder if it's possible to fall in love with Steven more than you already have.

Tonight proved to you that it most certainly was.

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castawaycat · 1 year

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A Soul for a Soul: Chapter 3- The Fall to Save Humanity

Summary: Y/n finds herself having to make a difficult but easy decision that will effect all of humanity.

Author's Note: All I have to say is that you may want to grab some tissues for this chapter and a teddy or stuffie for comfort.

You groaned as you felt nauseous the moment you landed on the ground. Thankfully your mom and Clint still had no idea that you were with them. On shaking legs you stood up and took a look at the giant mountain in front of you.

Man, I should not have skipped out on leg day. You thought to yourself as you silently beat yourself up. It was going to be a challenge to maintain the power of being invisible as you exerted yourself up the mountain.

“Really starting to regret my choice here.” Clint panted as he realized that they had only climbed about midway up the mountain.

“Yeah. I’m gonna bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.” Natasha said as she chuckled at the thought of Rocket.

“I don’t think technically he’s a raccoon…” Clint said as he tried to make small talk to distract from the pain in his calves.

“Whatever. He eats garbage-” Nat said as they both laughed as they continued to climb.

It took everything inside of you not to laugh at the banter between your mom and Uncle Clint. Clint and his family were really close to your mama Nat since they had been friends for years. You loved seeing their interactions with each other.

You could see the exhaustion and sadness in their faces as things got quiet as they didn’t know what to expect at the top of the mountain. Uncle Clint seemed darker and more lost in his head; you had overheard that his whole family was taken in the blip and that he had done really bad things to deal with the pain of losing everyone. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that things would be okay; but you didn’t even know if things would be okay.

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You, Clint, and Natasha all looked up when you all heard a deep voice talking to you. The figure was hooded and felt ominous.

“Who are you?” Natasha asked the hooded figure. She did not have a good feeling about everything.

“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.”

“Great. You show us where it is, and we’ll be on our way.” Nat said as she still had her weapon drawn at the figure wearing black robes.

The figure removed his hood revealing himself as the Red Skull, “if only it was that easy…”

You brought your stuffie up to your chest as you tried to figure out what the Red Skull was implying. Why was everyone making such a big deal about these stones?

“What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.” Red Skull said as he pointed a single boney finger down towards a well.

“The stone is down there?” Nat asked as she looked towards the well. She didn’t understand why the Red Skull was speaking as if he was a narrator for a secret mission in a video game.

“For one of you. For the other…” He said as he smiled as he could see the wheels in their heads begin to piece his words together. “The Stone demands a sacrifice. In order to take it, you must leave behind that which you love. A soul for a soul.”

You were the first to understand what he had meant and you began to feel panicked. One of them was going to have to die in order to get that stupid soul stone. You didn’t want your mama Nat or Uncle Clint to die. You could hear Clint argue with your mama as you left them behind you, you had begun making your way towards the edge of the cliff.

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“If we don’t get the stone, billions of people are going to stay dead.” Natasha said as she looked at her best friend. Exhaustion and sadness shone through her beautiful features.

“Then I guess we both know who it has to be.” Clint said matter of factly.

They both take each other’s hands into their own as they try to find the right words to say in their final goodbye.

“I’m starting to think we don’t mean the same person.” Clint said as he held on tighter to Nat’s hand.

Nat could feel her tears fall down her cheeks, “You think I want to do it? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot. You have a family. Think of Laura and the kids. God, I don’t want to leave y/n and Wanda but Wanda was always better at being a mother. Y/n will be okay and as long as she’s okay and you and everyone else is back, I know that it will all be worth it.”

“Nat. You know what I’ve done. What I am now. Your life’s worth ten of mine-” Clint said as he begged his best friend to change her mind. He could see the determination in her eyes and he hated it. There was no way that he was going to let her off herself. He didn’t deserve to live, not after all the pain he had caused.

“I don’t judge people by their worst mistakes.”

“Maybe you should.”

“You didn’t.”

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You watched as your mama Nat and uncle Clint fought each other to make their way towards the edge of the cliff. Hot tears stung your cheeks as you watched them struggle; you had already made up your mind that they were both going to return back home.

You couldn’t contain your powers anymore and you felt the invisible force begin to waver. You could feel the ground crumble beneath your feet as you stood right at the edge.

Natasha and Clint stopped fighting when they heard someone sniffling a few feet from where they were. Their eyes grew wide in surprise and fear as they saw you standing too close to the edge.

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing here? Baby, get away from the edge!” Natasha screamed as she got up and tried to reach you.

You shook your head as you held out your hands, “no. I’m not going to let either of you die. Mama, I love you. Tell mommy Wanda that I love her and that I’m sorry.” You gave your mom a sad smile as you used the last of your powers to push yourself off the ledge of the cliff.

“No!!! Y/n!” Natasha sobbed as she jumped into action along with Clint. She had managed to grab onto your stuffie’s hand that you were holding onto. “Please hold on, y/n. Don’t let go, baby.”

You looked up sadly at your mom, “it’s okay, mama. Thank you for being my mama. Let go, please.” You knew that your mom wasn’t going to willingly let you go. You had gotten your stubbornness from her.

Natasha could see determination and fierce bravery in your eyes and she swore under her breath, she didn’t want to lose you. “No, I won’t let go. Just hold on. Please. I can’t lose you.” She pleaded with you as she tried to pull you up. She could feel Clint holding onto her so that she would have a better grip on you.

“Whatever it takes.” You whispered as you took a deep breath and let go of the arm of your favorite stuffie. You could hear your mom scream and cry for you as your body made its way down. Images of your life surrounded by your moms came to mind and you found comfort in the memories. There was no pain as your body slammed into the ground. Everything went blank in your mind as the world of Vormir turned white.

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Natasha sobbed as she felt like her whole world had crumbled. She needed her wife Wanda. She needed you. She didn’t want to believe that you were truly gone. All she had left was the tiny stuffed animal that you had brought with you. It was a reminder to her that you had just been a child… a reminder that her innocent baby had been the price to pay.

Guilt and sorrow surrounded the two avengers as they felt the weight of your sacrifice.

Nat opened her eyes as she realized that they had been transported down to the base of the mountain and they were sitting in a small pool of water. The water was a clear reflection of the sky, if things weren’t so sad and twisted, it would be a beautiful sight to behold.

Empty and hollow sobs escaped her throat as she watched the golden soul stone wash up and land into her waiting hand.

Author's Note: I promise this isn't the last chapter in this short story. I am currently working on the last few chapters.

#natasha imagine #wandanat x daughter!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #wanda x daughter!reader #marvel imagine #avengers endgame #character death #hurt/comfort

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