#;; MY HEART WARMS WHENEVER WE CHAT AND I GET SO EXCITED WHEN I SEE YOU ON THE DASH

[railingsofsorrow]

Recharging. . .

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer's best remedy is his little family.

pairing: s.reid x f!reader (+ eden reid!)

w.c: 3.8K

warnings/content: fluff; cuteness overload; children; spencer is a girl's dad; discussion of a case; mentions of death and traumatic events; this is basically a hurt/comfort blurb; mentions of pregnancy; mentions of marriage; crying.

A/N: is anybody in need of some fluff? this was supposed to be a short drabble.... enjoy this old WIP as I finish some of my requests.

loosely inspired by ocie elliott's take me home

want to read more works about this au?

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You stopped the low humming to the song as you eyed the rearview mirror to check on your kid. The familiar scratching against your seat warning you she was awake.

“Hey bub,” you take advantage of the red traffic light to dive your hand back and tickle her bare feet. She'd always kick off her shoes the first chance she got. Your favorite sound echoes through the car: her giggle. “You were just napping, where'd that energy come from?” you refer again to the tip of her feet bumping against your car seat. Another reminder that she was getting bigger every day.

Eden raised her arms, wriggling her little fingers like she did when she was excited for something. You were pretty sure she got that from Penelope, you always saw they do this whenever she came over to your place.

“We're visiting daddy!”

A laugh bubbles out of you. Eden left you amazed by her perception of things. Although the route from your apartment to the BAU wasn't that strange for her anymore, given that you and Spencer drove a lot to drop each other off with her in the car.

“Are we?” You turn on an avenue, humming. “I didn't notice.”

Eden looks at you through the rearview mirror, “but you're driving, mommy. You need the GPS. It's in your head.”

“Is it?” You're amused at your toddler's choice of words. “Okay. Yes, we're visiting daddy at work. We've come to pick him up because he's very tired from a case and it's not good to drive while you're tired, right?”

“Right!” She nods vehemently, craning her neck to check on the view through the window. “And he needs me to recharge his bats.”

You finish parking your car and a smile curls up the edges of your mouth. Eden can't say the word batteries so she shortened it to an easier version which is bats. You still have to teach her what the word actually means.

“That's right,” you say, taking off your seatbelt and opening the door. By the time you reach the backseat, Eden is grinning like the Cheshire cat. Her excitement never ceases to rub off on you, even though you enter this building most of the days in a week. “Hi, baby.” You cooed, welcoming your child in your arms after unbuckling her seatbelt. Her light brown curls that you have no idea who she got it from tickle the side of your face as she snuggles to your chest to stare at the tall FBI building.

“Shoes on. Coat on. All warmed up. Shall we go up?”

An eager Eden exclaims a loud YES and that's enough for you to start walking.

From “Spencer”:

[6:34 p.m] No need to pick me up, angel, I can drive. I am not that tired.

[6:35 p.m] Is Eden still at your mom's? I can pick her up on the way.

This is the mutual feeling you have on workdays. Not in a million years you'd understand how hard it was to be away from your daughter for more than one day. Until it happened.

It makes your heart break when you're not able to tuck her into bed or pick her up at school to see her excited little legs run towards you. In spite of the fact that Spencer and you manage well to alternate days at work so she always has one of you close by, it's difficult to not see her every day when a case takes either one of you out of the city.

You can only image how much he misses her after being away for four days.

You left the messages unanswered and click on another chat instead. Light of my life with a bunch of hearts is the one you're looking for. Penelope somehow stole your phone someday and changed her contact name to this; you never changed it back, just left as it was, it suits her anyway.

“Smile.” You request Eden as you lift your phone to take a selfie of the two of you. Her grin exposes her two missing front teeth. “Done.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her in your hold to type another text, waiting for the elevator to reach your desired floor.

To “Light of my life 💗❤️💕”

[6:38 p.m] incoming at five... four... three...

You hit send right as the elevator doors spread open.

Just as you step into the bullpen, it's as if a switch has flipped because your daughter promptly tucks her face into the croak of your neck, her cold nose making your shiver slightly. Her hands clinging onto your blouse.

Eden gets shy under watchful eyes, no matter how many times she visits the BAU.

Penelope is walking briskly out of her office, her hands wriggling into your direction as she catches sight of you and the bundle in your arms. Every eye in the bullpen turns to you because of the commotion.

You haven't seen your husband yet.

“There is pumpkin!” That's the reason that pulls Eden out of her shell. She practically throws herself out of your arms and into her favourite aunt's arms. “Oh, hello, hello, my beautiful niece, whom I have missed so much!”

Eden is giggling and you can't help but smile softly at the scene. Soon, your friends start approaching one by one. It doesn't take long for Eden to have at least two new toys in her hands. Emily and Derek are competing which one she likes best.

“She's so big.” JJ entwines her arm with yours.

You sigh, leaning closer to her, “Yes, she is.” You say, observing Eden play with Emily. “Henry as well! How is he by the way? We haven't had a playdate in so long.”

JJ nods, “He's great, my sweet boy.” Her eyes hold a fondness that you relate. “And that's true. We have to set up a date, catch up on things that aren't murders and blood.”

“Preach, Jayge.”

Your laughter dies down when the two people missing from the group appear. Your eyes met Spencer's and his whole body seems to relax as if it physically pained him to stand and seeing you just helped him take a breath of fresh air. Luke greeted you with a side hug and was immediately captured by Eden's endearing spell, as expected. Although, once Spencer entered her line of sight, no one else mattered.

Spencer let his satchel drop to the ground without a care so he could scoop Eden up as she jumped into his arms. His sullen demeanor converting into a cheerful one in a blink of an eye. This is what Eden means by “recharging”.

You watch the reunion with a growing smile, deciding to approach them a little later.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Spencer says while peppering kisses at her cheek, her little nose and her forehead. Eden could only reply with giggles as her whole face became red at the overwhelming love she's receiving. “Daddy missed you so much, did you know that?” And the crack in his voice goes unnoticed by her, but not by you, so you take advantage of everyone's distraction to step towards your little family.

Eden is giving her dad a butterfly kiss when you get to them. That's her way of saying I missed you to any of you when you come back home.

“Hey,” you squeeze his arm in a gentle touch, grabbing his attention. “Tough one?” your question is discreet, only meant for him. Eden is fortunately too busy with her new stuffed toy that Derek is showing her to notice anything else.

The dimmed spark in Spencer's eyes along with the red outline of his eyelids are everything you need to know. You don't need words — you never needed words to understand Spencer — but he provides you a meek yeah and swallows hard. The only thing that seems to be holding him back from crumbling down is the fact that he's holding his daughter.

In an attempt of comfort, you pull his free hand to yours, intertwining your fingers and giving it a tight squeeze. Just for him to know that you were there and it's okay now.

He repeats the action, the corner of his lips pulling slightly. His attention is quickly stolen back to Eden, who starts listing possible names to the new friends that uncle Derek and auntie Emily had gifted her.

They discuss the matter until you bid everyone goodbye, a playdate, a babysitting afternoon and a girls night out scheduled. Trying to take Eden from Spencer was foolish, he didn't want to let her go. No matter how tired he was. Better yet, she didn't want to let him go either.

“I think grapes would be a great name, E.” Spencer praises her daughter's naming skills as he buckled her up in the safety seat. “What about this one?” He grabs the green bunny and places it in front of his face, his voice in a high-pitched tone to imitate an animal's voice. “What will you name me after, miss Eden Reid? I am green and I like carrots!”

Eden's bright caramel eyes glint with joy and she pulls the bunny to her chest, holding it tightly. “I know what I'm going to call them.”

“You do?” You were starting to be curious as well.

“Mr. Greenie.”

“You're so clever.” Spencer and Eden shared accomplice smiles and you see everything of him in her at that single action. It was in the nose scrunch whenever she found something particularly funny, in the spark of mischief in her eyes and even the outline of her mouth which you never stopped noticing from the moment she was born. Eden carried a lot of mannerisms and features from you but those things? They definitely came from him.

He's not even halfway to the driver's side when you steal the keys that he had stolen from you when you were in the building. You've known each other for ten years, for three out of those ten you have been married and Spencer still thinks he can be slick with you.

“You're riding shotgun today, pretty boy.”

His eyes are filled with amusement as you walk by and give his butt a soft squeeze.

“Really?” He says, leaning on your window. You had already turned the engine on when you give him a serious look. “It's a long drive. You already drove all the way here.”

Giving him an eyeroll, you muse, “It's not that long, Spence. And you're tired. Just get in.”

Quantico wasn't far from your home, but ten minutes in the road was enough to send Eden to dreamland. You were certain she had fallen asleep when her humming to Angeleyes, that was playing on the car radio, stopped.

You suppose Spencer has fallen asleep as well, until you stole a glimpse at him during a red light to see he was just staring out the window. A far away gaze.

His mind was far. You could feel that. You two enjoy the silence but it's not like that. This is not the kind of silence you want to bask in after a tiring day of work. No, this is different. It comes with the type of things you face at work, the voices in your head that claim they know what's best.

You know that silence. You've drowned in it once.

A gentle breeze caused a few strands to slip out behind his ear. He was letting his hair grow longer again. You liked it, it suited him.

“Hey.”

Your knuckles grazed his cheek softly, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. Your hand lingered at the nape of his neck and he let out a sigh, leaning back in a way that you knew he needed that kind of touch.

Good thing your love language is physical touch.

“You want to talk to me about it?” A whisper.

Spencer refrained from a verbal answer, but he reached up for your hand, lifting it to his lips to place a prolonged kiss which translated to I'm glad to have you.

“Not now,” he said, caressing your palm. Definitely later then. Your communication can be non-verbal sometimes and that's one of the great parts of your relationship. You knew that some days words were hard, so the touch and the eyes fulfilled the void of a voice.

He gave it a delicate squeeze and that's when you realized the light had turned green, so your attention was back to driving.

At some point, you could feel a comforting weight at your right thigh. It was the familiar warmth of Spencer's hand, something that he liked to do whenever you drove. Good thing his love language is physical touch.

“I got her.” He practically leaped out of the vehicle once you parked, walking around the other side to get Eden.

Your asleep child didn't so much as flinch while being picked up. You caught her little arms embracing his neck as you locked the doors of your car, her shoes on your hand and Spencer's satchel on another. He tried to fight you on that but you just ignored him.

“Sleepy head,” you mouth to him as the elevator went up. Eden's big eyelashes fluttered lightly when you kissed the top of her head.

The corner of your husband's lips quirked up, “Just like her mother. Sleeps anywhere.” He said, not breaking eye contact, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Rolling your eyes, you hummed, “Don't know what you're talking about.”

The apartment was quiet, an unusual occurrence at this time of the day. Normally, Eden would be rambling about her day when one of you arrived from work — I learnt about seagulls today and we made a drawing; grandma made cookies!; Teacher Susan read a story about a princess saving her kingdom, I want to be like her someday. Isn't it like what you do, mama? I want to be like you — a range of subjects mixed with her occasional endless energy of a child. Some nights, she wouldn't stop running around until she tired herself — and both of you — off.

Today was different. She was asleep before you even arrived home, it was way before 8 p.m and the apartment was quiet, no toys scattered around, no ink stain on the floor. She was into painting nowadays which is a rather messy hobby for a kid, but you'd indulge your daughter's wishes anytime. She is a kid, she should be messy.

“I love you, bub.” Your ears pick up Spencer's faint voice from the entrance of Eden's bedroom. You perched up at the wall, careful enough to make yourself unknown. Not wanting to disturb the little father-daughter moment. “I'll always be here.”

That was something that didn't need to be said out loud because Spencer showed that every day. He didn't spare love demonstrations regarding you or Eden, he never had. Although you know part of the reason beneath that promise. Some people haunt us forever, even when they are no longer present in our lives. His father still walks somewhere in the corner of his mind, no matter how many times you tell him that he is not him.

“Is the whole bathroom drenched or...?”

Spencer chuckled, seeking for your hand to pull you closer as you stride to your bedroom.

“It wouldn't be Eden if she didn't make an entire spectacle during bath time.” He said. “But I cleaned it up, so don't worry.”

“That's true.” You eye his soaked shirt attempting to contain a smile. “Guess you already took your shower?”

“You're so funny,” Spencer murmurs dryly.

“Yeah, well,” you shrug nonchalantly, slowly encircling your arms around his neck. “Wasn't that why you married me? Or was it for my good looks? Nah, it was definitely my terrific sense of humour, wasn't it?” A peck on his lips. “You can admit it. I won't be mad.”

“Ego the size of a lake, that one.” He mumbles, burying his face in the croak of your neck and practically locked you in his hold.

You started to message on his shoulders to ease whatever felt heavy in his chest. At least, until he let you in.

It wasn't until after you both showered separately to finally call it a day and laid down to rest that he broke his silence.

“A little girl died. We couldn't get to her in time.”

Oh, kids.

Now it all made sense.

A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

“Oh, Spencer...” if the tone of your voice translated anything, it was that you understood. His body was entangled to yours when you tried to diminish a bit of his pain by showing that you were there. “I'm sorry, sweetheart,” you said into his curls. The moist sensation in your pajamas top let you know he was crying, but you didn't give it a second thought. It was what he needed.

“I could only think of her and I—” he said shakily, suddenly leaning away to cover his face. “Any rational thinking went down the drain.” His croaked out, drying his tears in the harshest way possible. You pulled his hands away from his face, replacing it with your softer touch.

“Spencer.”

“I can't even— even grasp my head around—”

You cut him off, “good. Don't do that. Because it's not real. Spencer,” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you so he could focus on something that wasn't the disruptives thoughts in his head. “Eden is here, in the room next to ours, safe and sound.” That seemed to calm him down lightly, but you could see the conflict in his gaze.

“I wasn't fast enough.”

“It was not your fault.”

“You weren't there.”

You sigh, “I don't need to physically be there to know that you, as well as the team, did your best to crack the case, Spencer. As you do in every other case we have.” The hardest part of this job was still the loss that you had to live with. The guilt. The shame that, despite doing your best, you wouldn't be able to save everyone. “As we always do.” Sometimes, you needed some convincing too.

“I know it's hard to believe what I'm saying,” you forehead was touching his and your eyes were shut. “but it's the truth. You have every reason to feel that way, it never gets easy to face what we face every day. But, Spencer. It was not your fault. You did what you could, please trust me on this, okay?” Please, don't blame yourself. You don't deserve it.

“Our little girl is right next door, sleeping with her favourite plushie. Safe. Because we make sure of that every single day.” You know it's not that simple, to not doubt the dangers that run in the world, probably in your street, but you can't live in fear and you don't want your daughter to live in fear either. “And I'm right here. we're not going anywhere.” You won't lose us.

“Yeah,” he croaks out, releasing a batted breath. “Yeah, I know.”

Slipping an arm around your middle to bring you closer was the indication you needed to understand that he was hearing your words. Your husband settled for accepting your warmth for the time being, you were playing with his curls, gently brushing them away from his face.

That's all he needed, really. You. The home and family you have build together. Nothing else.

“You know,” you say, thumb traveling across his jawline until it reached the tip of his nose. “People keep saying she has your nose and I think I'm starting to see it.”

His body shook with laughter, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly.

“Oh, really? You're starting to see it now?”

Your lips curled up at the edges, “Yes.” You lied, poking his ribs, earning a glare. Your smile only widened. “No. The nose is clearly yours.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

Spencer leaned close enough so he could press his lips to yours.

“She has the outline of your mouth, though.” He tucked a strand behind your ear. “And your eyes.”

Soft padding against the floor pulled you out of your trance and you knew who was at the door before looking through the open space of the door that's been left ajar.

“Is that a ghost that I'm seeing, angel?”

You decided to enter Spencer's playful undertone.

“Mhm. Good question, I think that's definitely a squirrel or something. Look at the red and yellow paws.”

Eden's mismatched socks flashed your eyes in the dim light of your side table lamp. Her soft giggling made you smile instantly.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” She curled up to his bare chest as soon as he scooped her up to hold her on his hip. “Mhm?”

She grabbed both of his cheeks, forcing him to lean down so she could say something to him. You observed them with a curious gaze. “It's not a squirrel,” Eden whispered. Spencer's face broke out into a grin, “tell mama it's me.” Spencer nodded and dutifully did as asked.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, acting surprised. “It's you, bub? With these tiny socked feet, I almost didn't recognize.” Eden's shrieks as you pepper her whole face with kisses. “You want to sleep with mommy and daddy tonight?” It's your turn to whisper as if it's a secret, but it's loud enough for Spencer to hear it as well.

Eden nods shyly, resting her head on her dad's shoulder. Her feet wriggling lightly. Who could ever resist those sweet doe eyes?

The three of you then lay down in your bed, Eden engulfed between Spencer and you. Hopefully, she wouldn't kick and turn all night like she commonly did. She was sleeping through the entire night alone in her bedroom, though some nights — like today — she would sneak in to yours.

Just like you expected, the toddler fell into dreamland with your soft chatter about random things you did during the day and what you needed to do during the upcoming week. You cracked a smile at her slight parted lips and wild curls dispersed on your arm which her head was laid on.

“Thank you.”

Your attention drifts from a sleeping Eden to Spencer. His eyes carried their usual light again. They now glinted with a familiar pride rather than the heavy darkness it was drowning in earlier in the evening.

“What for?” Your whole demeanor softened at the way he was looking at you, heart swelling with love.

“This,” he says, eyes falling on Eden. “For this. Her. You.”

You blink, the sudden urge to cry is being hold back by a thread. You don't know how to react.

“You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.” And he's said that before. When you first confessed and he said he felt the same. In your wedding day. When Eden was born.

“And you are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Spencer.” You manage to whisper beneath the crack in your voice. He lifts his torso to kiss both of the single tears that slipped out of your eyelids, caressing your cheek lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” His mouth stretches into a soft grin. “And I love the life we have built.”

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A/N: will never forgive the show for not making this man a dad.

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[ja3mln]

streamers!dreamies as your bf

special 1k!

cw: female reader, pure fluff.

note: thank you so much for your support 💓💗 i'll do my best to keep giving you content!! i love you guys! stay safe 💓

check my streamer!jaemin sns au!

mark

at first he didn't really want to introduce you bc he was scared of the hate you'll get but his viewers immediately accepted you and now he loves streaming with you. loves playing chill games like animal crossing or the sims 4 but also loves games where you need to play in team like fortnite or overwatch (you both keep dying trying to save each other but you dont care). obsessed with doing reacts and mostly with you (bc he gets to hold your hand and see you all excited hehe) doesn't really like showing affection on streams but does it behind the camera like putting his hand on your tight or holding your hand and playing with it when he's just chatting or reacting. his chat always asks abt you when you're not here and he gets pouty bc you're getting more attention than him from his own viewers. gets all happy when he sees you in the chat bc he loves when you take time to watch his streams. talks abt you a lot without even realizing it. "oh y/n have the same shirt", "wait this place looks so cool i wanna go with y/n" (he literally write down the name of the place to show you later), "this game is so cool i have to try it with y/n" (he calls you immediately to ask you to come over). "hold on i got a text from y/n" and the chat always trases him abt it: "we get it you're in love!!🙄" "stop pausing the video to talk abt y/n we're trying to watch😡".

renjun

don't really care abt haters and you do too so he didn't really have a problem introducing you asap. can't focus at first bc he can't get used to you sharing his passion, it really warms his heart. loves when the chat compliment you and he gets all clingy and smiley when they did bc he's just so proud to have you. more a switch player like mario or zelda games but when he starts playing more raging games like valorant or call of duty, he takes it really serious and play for his life and it surprises you everytime. watches animes or cartoons with you on stream bc you both love it and his viewers does too. loves doing diy with you bc it's so relaxing. loves doing vlog streams when you're going to the grocery or to the park bc he gets to film you both holding hands and being all lovey dovey. will give you small kisses everywhere on the face but the lips bc he wants to keep some intimacy. tweets about you a lot: "hi everyone i love my gf", "can't stream today i wanna cuddle y/n all day sorry guys". bought spare headphones and a controller for you so you can always join him whenever you want.

jeno

oh this man loves showing you off. he will not hesitate to show everyone that you're his. lets you sit on his lap while he plays, gives you a kiss when he feels like it or gives you long stares that just makes his chat scream (mostly bc they're jealous of what you both have). this man is obsessed with war games like battlefield or call of duty and gets bored when he plays chill games (but sometimes gets into it bc it's with you). can get really serious and don't want to be bothered when he's focused and you know that so you just watch him play and cheer him up. also loves playing horror games with you bc it's so funny. his viewers are so supportive and also always makes comments on how they're going to steal you from him so he gets clingy and hold you close while teasing them: "oh try me i'll fight for my life if i need to.". always posts pictures of you on instagram and spend minutes talking abt it on stream "y'all saw my new ig post? she's literally the prettiest girl ever i knoow", "should i post another one? ahhh my girl looks so good". always reassure you and shower you with love when you get insecure bc of the few hate comments you get.

haechan

he can literally spend a whole day on live. like this man really needs to touch grass sometimes. but his viewers are so loyal and supportive that they accepted you immediately (ofc there were hate comments but hc banned those ppl lol) and it just made hc so happy bc he loves sharing his passion with you. can someone get this man off league of legend and valorant? like you always try to convince him to play something else and sometimes he does bc it's with you but as soon as he can go back to his games he will. oh and you both loves reacts sooo much and he's mostly known for those reacts bc you both are just so funny. loves small horror games bc he can hold you while he plays bc you're scared and he also likes making fun of your reactions. takes breaks just to call you between games "say hi to the chat baby", "can you come over i miss you". when it comes to showing affection, he gets more and more comfortable with time, starting with small kisses and touchings to sitting on his lap and small neck kisses. you get worried a lot bc of the time he spend on playing games but he always reassure you that he's fine. has 2 days off in the week to spend time with you and rest. even if he spends a lot of time on his pc, he always listen when it gets too much for you and try his best to give you the attention you need.

jaemin

this man is crazy in love with you so he introduced you to his viewers as soon as he could. it got a lot of bad reactions that he didn't expect but he didn't really paid attention bc he's just happy to introduce his baby. obsessed with tycoons mostly cooking one and loves playing it with you. also a lot of Minecraft, he builds houses and tell his viewers that it's your future house with 3 cats and 2 dogs. does reacts sometimes but only when you're with him. loves showing the pictures he took of you (he keeps some of it for himself ofc). he doesn't really like kissing or holding you on live bc he likes keeping this moments between you, when you're alone but he doesn't hesitate to compliment you in front of the chat. "look at my babyyyy", "oh my god why are you so cute", "i can't concentrate you're too pretty", "oh my god you did so good sweetheart" (and he gives you small cheek kisses when he can't resist it) always takes time off to spend it with you and give you the attention you need. like he can cut a stream anytime if you need him (even if it's just to go to the grocery bc you're craving something) and his viewers got used to it.

chenle

talked a lot about you during his streams but didn't really introduced you at first bc he was scared and shy (even if his chat encouraged him a lot) but once he did he didn't regret it bc streaming was even funnier with you. loves playing funny games and mostly sports games (get him off nba2k pls). you mostly watch him play and comment but he tries to involve you as much as he can. loves when the chat compliment you and even gets a bit shy bc he's proud that you're his. not really affective on live but teases you a lot and looks at you with so much love that the chat teases him and he gets all shy everytime. gets complains from the viewers bc he's always teasing you: "leave our baby alone!😡" "you're so cruel omg😔". and he always goes like "it's my love language leave me alone!!". always makes sure you're comfortable with it ofc, he will always asks you when the camera's off if you're okay with the teasing. face times you during streams to ask you random questions "hey what is the name of the new noodles we tried the other day?" "am i bad ta nba2k? my chat is bullying me help". always makes sure he have free time to spend it with you bc he's way more comfortable when you're alone.

jisung

really really shy at first (even now but less). he talked abt you before and his chat always asks him to invite you but he'll get shy and just change the subject. but you appeared on his live by accident one day. "hey jisung did you see my- oh...", "hum... guys this is y/n. my girlfriend." was very surprised by his viewers positive reactions and got more and more comfortable with you being around during his lives. even bought spare headphones for you. he mostly does reacts like tv reality shows or animes bc he loves watching those with you and even more on live. don't play a lot or when he does it's chill games bc he gets stressed easily. he loves playing Minecraft bc it's relaxing and also you love watching him playing it. also loves playing the sims 4 with bc it's a mess. hates when you makes him play horror games (but found himself having a bit of fun) whenever his viewers asks him to play a new game he just goes "nooo i want to play it with y/n" and pout. loves irl streaming when you go to the arcade. small attentions during streams like getting you snacks, making sure you're comfortable or caressing your tight (bc it's behind the camera) when you're getting anxious. has a lot of free time for you bc he doesn't stream a lot (like 3 times a week) but when he does it's long streams.

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[idyllicwillowtree]

Vickie's Friend

Genre: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Robin isn’t the only one chatting up a lady while volunteering at Hawkins High. 

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing, use of y/n, gay stereotypes?, earthquake mention, fluff

Author’s note: I like the idea of Vickie having a friend they could go on double dates with lol let me know if you want another part!

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Saturday, March 29, 1986

“Okay, then we sort by age,” you hear Marge say. Looking up from the baby clothes you were folding, you see she’s talking to none other than Steve Harrington. He quickly bends down to rescue some fallen clothes, as he follows Marge, “We’ve got infants, girls, boys, men, women…”

You scan the gym with new found excitement. Wherever Steve was, you knew Robin would be close by. They always seemed to be together whenever you saw Robin outside of school. When you spot her, you couldn’t help but let a smile slither onto your face. She was assigned to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, alongside your best friend. You watched as Vickie came out of the kitchen, freezing the moment she saw Robin.

Unfortunately, you were interrupted from watching the rest of their interaction when Marge brought Steve over, “and Steve, this is Y/N. You guys can work together on this new pile,” she said, motioning to the clothes you just started organizing.

You never really cared for Steve. He seemed a bit egotistical for your liking but if Robin allows his company then he couldn’t be that bad. Truth be told, you wanted a chance to talk to him one-on-one to see if he and Robin were dating. Vickie was convinced they must be together since they’re basically joined at the hip, but you weren’t so sure. You’ve seen Steve back when he was in High School all over whatever girl he was dating at the time, always one to show off public displays of affection. But you’ve never seen him do that with Robin so now was your chance to do some investigating.

“Hey Y/N, good to see you,” he said with a sad smile.

“Hi Steve, you too,” you said softly.

You and Steve had a couple of classes together back in the day so you knew of each other but never really had a conversation outside of school before. On any other day if you saw Steve at a grocery store or something you’d probably pretend not to recognize him and turn the other direction. But there’s something about a giant traumatic earthquake that made you happy to see that he was okay. 

As you both work, you notice him glancing over at Robin every once in a while and smiling to himself. 

“Oh wow,” he said suddenly.

Looking over at him, you see he’s holding a piece of clothing with the most atrocious pattern you have ever seen. Patterns were all the rage right now, but this was just too much. Steve unfurrowed it to fully reveal a giant pair of hammer pants with stirrups. Half of it was neon yellow and the other half was black and white checkers. Fortunately, it was missing a huge chunk of fabric in the crotch area so you wouldn’t have to subject it to some poor person who recently lost their house.

“Now why would anyone want to donate this? It had to have been an accident,” you say sarcastically.

“Maybe I’ll take them home. I’ve been meaning to get a pair of parachute pants that’ll actually accentuate my junk,” Steve laughed.

“It’ll make life easier in the restroom, that’s for sure.”

Steve barked out a laugh, his hair moving out of place as he shook his head. Your heart swelled and your palms began to sweat as you chuckled alongside him. Succeeding in getting Steve to laugh left your cheeks feeling warm.

“So you and Robin work at the video store, right? Family Video?” you pry, trying your best to sound casual.

“Yep. You and Vickie rented Fast Times recently, didn’t you?”

You stiffened, “y-yeah, how’d you remember?”

Steve’s movements stuttered, he tried disguising it by scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, uh, just cause Robin and I liked it,” he cleared his throat, “how’d you guys like it?”

“Well, Vickie and I loved it. We happen to be normal,” you say with a laugh, “Dan, on the other hand, did not.”

“Dan?”

“Vickie’s boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend.” Steve stood up a little straighter and turned to look at Robin, watching as Vickie said something that made her laugh. “They got into this weird passive aggressive argument about it and I was there to witness it all,” you shuttered dramatically.

“They broke up over Fast Times?” Steve chuckled.

“No, but I’m sure it didn’t help,” you giggled with him. “I say good riddance though, I don’t know what she saw in him. Thank god she’s single now.” Now her and Robin have a better chance, you thought. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking shit about Vickie’s ex-boyfriend to you.”

Steve flung a kids t-shirt over his shoulder, “no please continue. I love the drama,” he said, sending you a smile that awoke the butterflies in your stomach.

“What about you and Robin? How’s that going?” 

“Me and Robin? Oh, we're not dating. We’re both very single,” he said.

A victory smile made its way onto your face and you pushed down the instinct to pump  your fist in excitement. You were right, Steve and Robin were just friends. Maybe part of you was happy that Steve was single too.

“What?” Steve said, looking at you head on now.

“W-what?”

Steve’s eyes had a sparkle to them as his face broke out into a smug grin, “you smiled. After I told you I was single.”

“Did I?” you turn away from his gaze to continue folding, doing your best to push down the blush that was creeping up your neck. “You also told me Robin was single. Who’s to say I’m not smiling about that?”

Technically, that was true. You were excited that Robin was single, just not for your own sake. You couldn’t help but tease him back a little.

“Hey, there’s no reason to get defensive,” he held his hands up in surrender. “For the record, if you told me you were single I’d probably smile too.”

Your head whipped over to him in surprise. Was Steve Harrington flirting with you? Were you flirting back? 

You smiled shyly, looking back down at the blouses you were folding, “well it’s a good thing I’m single then, isn’t it?”

It was Steve’s turn to look at you in shock before he quickly recovered, looking like the cat that caught the canary. Your eyes connected and it was like all the pieces started coming together. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing on earth. Despite the hardships your town is going through right now, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for the first time in forever. 

-

“Our best friends are gonna start dating now, aren’t they?” Vickie laughed.

Robin giggled at the dopey look on Steve’s face, “oh, most definitely.”

-

A few days earlier…

Friday, March 21, 1986 

“I just feel like if I start trying to date now and I fall in love, or whatever, I’m just setting myself up for disappointment because what if we move away from each other after graduation or something? I don’t know, does that make sense?...Vickie? Vickie, are you listening to me?” you said, turning away from the road to look at your friend in the passenger seat.

Vickie’s mouth was agape as she continued painting her lashes with mascara, “yes, yes, I’m listening.”

“What did I say?” you challenged.

“Something about…I don’t know, wanting a boyfriend?”

You slapped your hand against the steering wheel in frustration, “No! That’s not, ugh, nevermind.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It’s seven in the morning and I’m just not built to handle these deep conversations when it’s this early! And now we have to go to this stupid pep-rally and I woke up looking like an actual dead person!”

Glancing over at her you noticed how fidgety she was being. She kept going back to retouch her lip gloss and was tugging at her red bangs, trying to get them to cooperate.

“Ohhhh, I see what’s happening,” a shit-eating grin spread along your face. “You’re nervous about seeing Robin,” you sang, teasingly.

“What? I am not!” Vickie’s fair skin immediately turned a violent shade of red.

“Yes you are! You really expect me to believe you’re freaked out over a stupid basketball game? And you know what else I think?”

“Uh, I really don't care what-”

“You’ve gotta ditch the stick and go after Robin!”

The corners of Vickie’s mouth turned down, “the stick?”

“Yeah, I’m talking about Dan. The stick being his penis,” you said plainly.

“Ew, gross, don’t say penis!”

“The fact that the word itself grosses you out, tells me you’d be a lot happier with someone who doesn’t have one. Someone like Robin!”

“We don’t even know if she likes girls, Y/N.”

“Her favorite movie is Children of Paradise, Vick. I don’t know of any straight girls who can sit through a foreign film, let alone call it their favorite.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Vickie said in defiance.

“Okay fine. But we both saw the way she was staring at that Phoebe Cates standee in Family Video. You can’t forget about my ‘Operation Fast Times’ plan.”

Vickie rolled her eyes and scoffed in frustration, “I still can’t believe we did that.”

“It’s the perfect plan! She’ll see you paused at 53 minutes 5 seconds and boom, you’re in!”

_______________________________________________

Part 2

#steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #robin x vickie #fast times at ridgemont high #fluff #friends to lovers #mutal pining #flirting #netflix #80s

[prettyfilmz]

currently speaking from my heart at 1 am that this song is what hobie plays in his mind everytime he is around you.

when he bumps into you when browsing at a record store and you have a record of sade’s love tucked carefully in your arm, he makes a comment around the lines of “finally I bumped into someone with great taste.” which makes you laugh in return.

once he takes in how beautiful you are…he’s speechless for the first time in his life. from your glowing brown skin that looked so soft from just looking at you, your locs that were held high in a bun with a patterned head scarf, the smile that peeked from your thick glossed lips which made his heart quicken and your outfit…god you knew how to rock a dress and knit cardigan combo.

you both end up spending 45 minutes inside the store chatting about music and which artists you enjoy to listen to. it was genuinely warming to see that you enjoy the almost the same artists. hobie didn’t end up buying any records but he did end up with your number in his phone for when he calls you later.

when you facetime him, your phone is propped up on your nightstand while you show him all the vinyls you’ve collected so far. your locs were now free down your back and you were dressed in a a skimpy tank top and shorts which made him think some very…not so nice thoughts but those were pushed to the back burner once he saw how excited you were to show your records off. it made him happy to see you boast about how hard it was to find certain pressings and how you’re doing your best to keep them in great condition. often times he’ll tease you about selling them to him just to get a playfully flippant response from you.

“how much can I pay for the frank ocean vinyl?”

“your health insurance.”

“fair enough.”

after countless times of hanging out, going on record store trips together and face-timing to show off each other’s growing collections, hobie invites you over to his studio apartment. when you both finish the takeout you’ve ordered from the chinese restaurant near his place, he leads you to his room where his record player sat patiently on top of a small table and a shelf full of records were ready to be chosen from.

he motions for you to pick one to listen to and you eagerly oblige. when pulling out michael jackson’s bad, he remarks “never took you for a bad girl.” and smirks when you glare at him playfully. when the needle drops on the record and ‘liberian girl’ starts to play, you both lay sprawled out on his bed taking in the ambience around you. he has his arm wrapped around you and you have a hand playing with the rings that were displayed on the fingers of his free hand.

“this is my favorite song, y’know?” you say after a few bouts of silence. “word?” he says in a surprised tone. you nodded in response with a ‘mmhm’ and returned your focus to the rings on his hands. he chuckles silently to which brings you out of your zone. “what’s so funny? is the song too ‘unpunk’ for you?” you quirk with a teasing arch of your brow as you look at him for an answer. “actually quite the opposite,” he nudges your shoulder playfully. “it’s quite a coincidence that’s your favorite song though.” you furrowed your brows at this response and silently urged him to continue.

“I say that because whenever I play this song, I think of you.” he admits. “in fact, that song was in my head when we first bumped into each other that day.” if you could look at yourself in the mirror right you, you were 100% sure your jaw was on the verge of hitting the floor. here you were cuddling up in bed with a man who made your heart flutter and soul smile, confessing that he thinks of you whenever he listens to your favorite song.

"just like the song says you are more precious than any pearl, doll." his hand pulls away from your grasp to cup your face, still in awe at his revelation. by now you realize how close you are to each other, lips merely breaths apart.

"hobie..I-"

"can I kiss you?"

"...please do."

you didn’t have to ask him twice and he captured your lips delicately with his own, kissing you with the right amount of softness and hunger that gained sweet little noises from you that made his heart swell. as time progresses, you both live in your own little world of bliss with your hands caressing each other with soft touches and wet kisses and the sounds of michael jackson's harmonies with mix of the cars driving around outside his apartment window added an extra lick of intimacy.

with all the chaos going around in the world, here you both were celebrating your sprouting love being brought together by the one thing that made you meet in the first place...music.

#astro’s diary <3 #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x reader #Spotify

[moonlightazriel]

Bright as the Stars /// A Feysand Fic

Summary: Solstice comes around the corner and Rhysand has a special night planned for his mate.

Warnings: Fluffy and Smut

Word Count: 3,2K

Notes: My second year doing this and it's just as nice and funny as the first time. This is my gift for the @acotargiftexchange made especially for @itsthedoodle, i really hope you enjoy it, cuz i certainly did writing this piece.

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Feyre took a deep breath, the city smelled like cinnamon, freshly cut trees, and mint. The winter solstice was just two days away and she had some last-minute shopping to do, Morrigan happily chatted with a fae behind the counter, trying to get a discount on a pair of emerald earrings for Amren. 

She had gotten gifts for everyone, but she still needed to find the perfect piece for Rhysand, her mate. After the events of Under the Mountain, she felt the mating bond snapping into place as she was ready to leave for Spring Court with Tamlin, when they got back home, she knew that it wouldn’t be fair to neither of them to keep pursuing a relationship with Tamlin. She wanted to explore the bond and he understood, thanking her for showing him love and compassion and telling her that he wanted her to be happy, even if that meant they wouldn’t be together anymore.

He had helped her reach out to Rhysand, and as the bond had snapped for him at the same time, Rhys immediately made sure to bring his mate home, wanting to know her, to be with her, he needed her, and now that he had her, he would never let her go again.

She sighed, looking around at the kids running from their parents, and the snow falling from the skies, everything felt magical in Velaris, she would never get used to it, a tiny snowflake fell on her open hand and she admired the intricate pattern it had. A warm hand squeezed her shoulders and she turned, to see Mor with the biggest grin and a box with the earrings in between her fingers. 

“We need to have hot chocolate, I’m freezing.” Mor said, walking towards one of the many coffee shops, filled with clients enjoying their meals. “This is the best one in the city, go have a seat, I’ll order for us.” 

Conversations filled her ears, and she just enjoyed the smell of fresh coffee beans, and cherry from a pretty pastry a few tables away. Feyre then thought of her sisters, Rhys was sending them money every month, and she wanted to visit but would her sisters welcome her? Years of sadness and loneliness filled her chest but she tried to shake the feelings away, they were doing just fine. And Feyre now had people who cared about her, people who would never leave her alone again. 

“Here.” Morrigan placed a plate with a chocolate chip cookie in it, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate, Feyre reached for the mug, the nice warmth spread on her hands even through the glove and she took a sip, the creamy texture melted in her tongue, her tastebuds almost hummed in delight with the flavor.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever had.” Feyre hummed and Morrigan giggled, taking a bite of her cookie. 

“Are you excited for your first solstice? With your new life and everything.” Her intense brown eyes scanned the freckles that peppered her nose. 

“It feels weird to be getting gifts for everyone when I couldn’t even afford to feed myself a few years back.” Morrigan silently nodded, feeling her heart squeeze in her chest whenever she thought about how much Feyre had to fight to survive, proud filled her then, as she looked at her friend, stronger than ever and still gentle and kind. “But it also feels nice feeling that I belong somewhere.” Feyre gave her a small smile, to which Morrigan replied with a gentle squeeze on her hand. 

“You’re home now, Fey.” Her heart clenched in her chest, she hadn’t felt at home in a long time. She was thankful for all the sacrifices she had to make to be in this very moment right now. The hollowness and loneliness that filled her to the point of suffocating for so many years, is now gone and replaced by unconditional love for the family that chose her. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Colorful balls hung from the ceiling, decorated with glitter, a very sticky one that glued to Feyre’s fingers and hair, Rhys watched as the light would sometimes refract on the sparkly substance, making the female glow in front of his eyes. 

“Cassian, if you drop those damned lights again, I’ll hang you instead.” Azriel hissed, making the room burst into laughter, but Rhys could only watch the little dimples in the corners of her mouth and the slight scrunch of her blue eyes, as she curled forward, laughing with joy at Azriel's annoyed stance. He playfully rolled his eyes and kept trying to hang the lights that pooled at his feet. 

Feyre scanned the room, the inner circle helping set the decorations in the House of Wind. She was excited for the Winter Solstice, for the first time since she could remember, she would have a proper celebration, Elain would always braid her hair and place a flower behind her ear, claiming that Feyre’s special day should always be celebrated despite the conditions they had. 

Mor offered her another glass filled with wine and she took a sip, the sweet grapery taste filled her mouth and she shook her head a bit, she was never the strongest for alcohol, and with the few sips she already had, she felt her cheeks getting warmer. 

“Having fun, pretty girl?” Rhysand purred into her mind and her eyes darted toward him, the blush getting more intense as she noticed how he was already looking at her, she didn’t know why, but whenever he looked at her like that, like she was the only female he could ever love, she would get shy under his gaze, but she loved it anyway. 

“Are you?” She replied in his mind, wiggling her eyebrows at him. He smiled at her, shaking his head as he approached her, cradling her pretty face, stroking her cheek to wipe some of the glitter, and placing a stubborn strand of hair behind her pointy ear again. 

“I know you’re excited about the solstice tomorrow night, but I think it’s a nice time to let you know I have different plans.” Those big blue eyes blinked at him in confusion.

“I thought we were going to be spending here, with our family.” Rhysand almost dropped to his knees, hearing her calling his family, her family, made his heart melt, and he sent a wave of love down the bond.

“We will, we’re having lunch with them, but I have a surprise for you.” Feyre almost started to clap like a happy kid, the thought of having a surprise made just for her made her slightly drunk brain fill with happiness, she couldn’t wait for it.

“What is it?” She tried, knowing very well that Rhysand wouldn’t tell her, she even went as far as to try to see it by herself but his mental shields were held high up. 

“Easy, pretty girl. You’re going to know what it is at the right time.” He lowered his head, and the tip of his nose brushed against hers, Feyre closed her eyes, waiting for him to close the gap between their lips, but she felt his warm lips on her forehead instead, and Cassian cleared his throat, forcing her to remember they weren’t alone in the room.

She playfully groaned, opening her eyes and starting to get away from Rhys, reaching for more decorative balls so she could go back to decorating the house for tomorrow night. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Her belly hurt from how much she had laughed today, the lunch with the inner circle was just like it always was, filled with funny stories from their past and lots of food. Feyre was still thinking about Morrigan’s jokes as she rubbed her skin, the strawberry scent filled the room as she rubbed the pink foam on her legs. 

She scrubbed her scalp until she was happy with the results, climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around her hair and her body. The fog from the hot water still filled her room as she stepped out, and a cold breeze made her shiver. She eyed her dress, a long black dress glued to her body with a slit on one leg and tiny sleeves that fell just above her shoulders. 

She sat on her desk, removed the towel, and started to style it in loose blonde curls, a shade of brown coated her eyelids, and some eyeliner and mascara highlighted her eyes, a nude shade of lipstick was applied to perfect her plump lips. Feyre stared at herself for a minute, happy with the result, feeling pretty. She finished her look with some ruby earrings and went to put her dress on. 

The dress was spectacular, making her feel like a goddess of the night, Feyre strapped her heels just in time to hear a knock on her door. Dressed in fancy clothing, Azriel and Cassian stood by the other side of the door, bowing to her and Cass offered her his hand.

“We’re here to escort you, my lady.” He said in a posh tone, making the three of them laugh. She took his hand, and he guided the way, with Azriel following close behind. They walked down the stairs of the Townhouse, Mor was facing Rhys, fixing his bow tie before she turned to her with the biggest grin. 

Rhysand was absolutely perfect, hair slicked back, and in formal clothes. Feyre almost gasped at how handsome he looked, she couldn’t believe that such a male was her mate, she was so lucky. In three quick steps, he was in front of her, taking her hand away from Cassian and pulling her with him. 

“I don’t believe that there’s anyone as beautiful as you, and I don’t think there will ever be.” Feyre hid her face in his chest, feeling her cheeks getting hot at the compliment, Rhysand was always so good with his words. 

“You don’t look bad either.” She said and he ran a hand over his smooth hair. 

“I always look good, Feyre darling.” He pulled her closer by the waist. “Are you ready to go?” The female happily shook her head and Rhys winnowed the two of them, the cold winds and the strong smell of mist and night stars filled her senses as Rhys did his thing. 

The Moonstone Palace was decorated with little lights floating in the space above their heads, tiny snowflakes fell and the winds roared outside, but with the power around the space, they couldn't feel a thing, Rhysand’s power warming the place on a comfortable level. 

They headed to the balcony where a table was set with various foods and champagne, the stars shone on a veil of black in the sky, making the whole atmosphere even more magical. Feyre gasped, petals of white roses coated the floor, and Feyre almost cried at it, Rhysand still remembered how red made her feel even months after the events of Under the Mountain. 

“I have no words to express how much I love this.” She started, using her pinky fingers to wipe the tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.” Rhysand pulled a chair for her.

“Glad to be the first, then.” He sat in front of her, flicking his hands and a soft melody started to play, Feyre looked around trying to spot where the sound was coming from but to no avail. 

The food served was a combination of green salad, mashed potatoes with sautéed carrots, roasted chicken with green sauce, and a little sweet bread accompanied the food. The flavors flooded her mouth and they ate looking at the stars, casually exchanging some words. 

“You have some sauce right here.” Rhysand licked his thumb, reaching to wipe the sauce from the corner of her mouth, and applying gentle pressure on her skin, he took the thumb back to his own mouth, licking it clean as he kept eye contact with her, making Feyre swallow harshly. 

“I was always a messy eater.” She joked, remembering the times Nesta would scold her for eating like “a wild animal”. Rhys got up, extending a hand to her. 

“Would you like to dance?” The soft music was still playing in the background, Feyre allowed herself to be conducted by him, dancing under the stars, the slow dance made her heart swell with happiness and love, flooding the bond and Rhysand responded with his own feelings, such an intimate moment just for the two of them to appreciate.

Rhysand felt that he could be his true self around her, without judgment, that she would love all the parts of him despite how ugly they were. And all he could do was to love her in return, with every fiber of his being, he would love her until their time on this earth was over, and even then, people would still talk about the High Lord who loved his mate so much that he captured the stars, just for her. 

He slowly reached for his back pocket, hands grabbing the small box that was safely tucked away in his suit ever since he got ready later that evening. He pulled the box out, lifting it to the level of her eyes. The song slowly stopped and the eyes that had been closed during the whole dance started to slowly open until Feyre spotted the box.

Curiosity filled her being and she slowly reached for the box, opening it she found the most beautiful gift in the world. A crystal ball, held by a silver chain, glowing like a thousand suns. 

“You loved Starfall so much, that I thought that maybe you would want to have a star for yourself.” Rhys motioned for her to turn around, the crystal was cold against her skin as he clasped the piece together, turning Feyre again by her waist, he watched in awe as the star glowed against her skin, absolutely beautiful. 

“Rhys, this is…” She couldn’t finish as a sob parted through her open lips, tears of joy streamed down her face and she tried to control herself, but as she held the gift in her hands, it was almost impossible to stop crying. 

“I know.” He said, pulling her close. No words were needed when he could see the happiness that filled her eyes, how thankful she was for such a thoughtful gift. Feyre had never received something so perfect in her entire life, she would remember this for the rest of her life, and she would keep it around her neck, cradled near her heart for eternity. 

Feyre slowly lifted her head, lips quivering as she reached for him, closing the gap between their lips, his hands held her close as they kissed, a gentle brush of her lips against his at first, then slowly deepening the kiss, he guided them to a pile of covers and pillows resting at a corner, Rhys had intended that they would watch the stars and talk but if Feyre wanted to do something else, he was down for it. 

Laying her down, his hands slowly traveled down to her feet, strapping the heels off one after the other, then coming back up as he kissed her again, kicking his own shoes off. Her hands pulled the coat of his attire off, leaving him in just a white linen shirt. They kissed until their lungs begged to be filled with air. 

The smell of her arousal was driving him insane, he reached for the zipper at her side, brushing his hands over her right breast before he pulled it down, bringing the whole dress along. Her breasts spilled and he wetted his lips at the sight of her, Feyre was magnificent. 

“It’s unfair that I’m naked and you’re all covered.” Feyre pouted as Rhys finished removing her dress and underwear.

“Your wish is my command.” He replied, getting up and removing his clothes as quickly as he could. He looked down at her, where she lay with nothing but the star necklace illuminating her skin, and those mesmerizing eyes focused on him, Rhysand knew he was the luckiest male that ever walked on this planet. 

Feyre was ready for him as he got on top of her again, his finger easily sliding in with the wetness that pooled around her core, his thumb circled the bundle of nerves and she moaned, a beautiful little moan that hunted him ever since he heard it for the first time. 

“I need you Rhys.” She begged, her breath ragged as she looked at him. He nodded, grabbing his throbbing cock in his hands, pumping it two times before he slid inside her all the way down. She hugged him, preventing him from moving, just feeling him inside her for a while, the fullness she felt would always warm her body.  

“You are absolutely perfect, Feyre darling.” He purred, starting to slowly move his hips against her. Feyre cupped his face, thumb tracing his eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheekbones, and lips, Rhys melted with her touch, feeling the warmth that spread through his chest. 

He lowered his head, capturing her lips again, kissing her as his life depended on it, hips snapping against hers, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the whimpers she left, muffled by his lips, were the only things that filled the room at the moment. He kept moving, Feyre’s nails scratching his back as he made love to her. 

Rhysand caressed the bond, sending all of his love down the golden thread between them. Feyre felt the knot in her belly growing until it was ready to snap. He slid in and out, fast and hard, again and again until Feyre was clenching around him. Caging his cock inside her as she moaned his name, her walls milking him, making him spill his seed inside her, coating her walls in the white slick. 

He rested his forehead against hers, the two of them catching their breaths, chests moving up and down at a rapid pace. He kissed her forehead, meeting her blue eyes. 

“I love you.” He watched as Feyre moved her fingers, a velvety box appearing in between her hands, he smiled at her, he had shown her this little trick a few months ago. She popped the box up, revealing two identical rings inside. 

“Marry me!” She blurted and he felt all the strength of his body vanish, his knees almost buckling at the question, he expected any gift from her, but not the only thing he’d wanted the most.

“Of course, I’ll marry you.” He replied, feeling the tears in his eyes, kissing her on the lips, then he kissed her, on different spots of her face as she giggled. He got out of her, laying down by her side, pulling her to his chest. With the box in his hands, he reached for the smaller ring, sliding in her finger. Feyre copied his movements, sliding the bigger ring on his finger.

“Always and forever.” She whispered, his violet eyes met her. 

“Always and forever.” The two of them lay there, watching the stars. A shooting star passed in the sky and Feyre gasped.

“Quick, make a wish.” Rhys turned to his side, kissing her forehead.

“I already have everything that I need, right by my side.”

#acotar #sarahjmaas #moonlightazriel #night court #velaris #fluff #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #acotar fic #feyre acotar #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #rhysand acotar #rhysand #feysand #acotar gift exchange #acotar gift exchange 2023

[kyom1s]

HI OMG I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR NOCTYX X READER BLOGS djdgdjdj can I request hcs of noctyx members and a clingy gn reader? if that's too vague I mean perhaps like a vtuber reader who likes talking about their boy all the time that it's very noticeable to the rest of nijien, gets visibly excited when he shows up in chat or in the stream, likes cuddling with him and such? basically a reader with huge golden retriever energy

NOCTYX WITH A CLINGY READER !!

NOCTYX X GN!READER | NO WARNINGS, JUST FLUFF WORD COUNT : 3.2K

i'm so so so sorry if this took so long !! TT i wasn't feeling so good for awhile but now i managed to finish it. sorry if it's too short esp at the last few parts !! i did my best, please enjoyy

FULGUR OVID

Fulgur just turns soft <3 it's adorable soo honestly. 

When you're the one on stream, and there's even the SLIGHTEST mention of Fulgur. the 'gushing over Fuu-chan' session is in action

Clippers are now in action too ! They'll tag him on twitter which results in him tagging you too 

"Y/n please explain" "The explanation is already in the clip. you're cute."

He's flustered yes, but he refuses to show it LOL

Always manages to find himself looking for you in his chat, he needs your giddy words to brighten him up (even if he already is, but more won't hurt right?)

When you are in his chat (which is like 99% of the time when you're not streaming) you're messing with him or/and his comfydants

He gives you and your clingy heart every affection he can give <3 

in short, he just really loves his clingy 'lil s/o. he'd do anything for 'em

ALBAN KNOX

I feel like this guy would share the same energy with ya

sooo like, clingy Y/n with a clingy Alban ??

A match made in heaven !

Collabs this, collabs that, almost every collab is a stream with both of you honestly. You guys could be sharing the same channel at this point LOL

You two have cute little assets together <3 ones where the two of you are holding hands and sharing blankets. 

Just cute n wholesome stuff

So many seiso moments. You both are killing your fandom with your wholesome-ness

And occasionally some not-so-seiso moments. But let's not focus on that shall we?

Overall, you two are a really cute and heart-melting duo <3

SONNY BRISKO

SO SO SO WHOLESOME MANNN

like 10 times more wholesome than Alban

Probs the clingy type too

Collabs where you two are with each other (in person) are the cutest !! 

Expect a shit ton of kisses, hugs, and warm n cozy cuddling sessions

Absolutely loves giving you his attention like he'd drop whatever he's doing and give ya attention right away

You two are on discord calls almost 24/7, always by his or your side whenever one or the both of you are streaming which your fans think is so cute !!

Loves listening to you ramble on about him and other topics

also loves putting your chibi little avatar on his head and giving his usual bright n cute smile <3

his voice is always so sweet n cute when talking to ya TT 

YUGO ASUMA

Similar to Sonny, you two are on discord calls 24/7

Especially when he's playing horror games. You're always more than happy to be by his side and help him

and also listen to him scream LOL

hE'S SO CUTE MAN.

Loves it when you share your favorite kinds of music with him, so you two share a lot of interest especially when it comes to music

and you love listening to him ramble on about it

He can practically see your heart eyes whenever you're listening to him, and he's not complaining

he thinks it's so cute <3

you too, you're hella cute in his eyes

UKI VIOLETA

He has EVERYTHING prepared

LIKE, he knows whenever you decide to drop by and happily welcomes you

He loves dealing with a clingy you

also loves watching the little clips of you gushing about him, he even teases you about it

a lot of comfy streams where both of your models are just leaning against each other comfortably, talking with each other, and the chat

Loves your cute n little flirty attempts, he shoots back with his own lines

always pulls you in closer to him to hug ya real warm n tight <3

overall just really really loves you !!

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[kquil]

THE SWANS : MY MUTUALS

a post where i treasure and love my darling moots, they're the light of my life here ♡

@astonishment / @aastonishment | my honey, my darling! mal is such an incredible person and is a very talented writer! she inspires me to write better but also inspires me to be a better person, she's so sweet and deserves all the love in the world! she writes like an angel with gold ink and i still get giddy and shy whenever i interact with her. she's the type of person who makes you feel warm and you would want to run up to and hug every time you see her. i truly hope she continues receiving all the love and appreciation she deserves and more! she's truly perfect, i wouldn't be surprised if she's hiding wings and a halo

@tiensmamains/@sageskisses444-deactivated20230 / @never-fair | my darling sage, even though she's not on tumblr anymore, i won't forget her - she always made me smile and laugh and happy just by being her. her taste in memes were impeccable and she was so easy to talk to. my friendship with her, although early and brief is one that i will treasure forever! i appreciate her and miss her so much, i hope we cross paths again soon ⏤ quick edit: she's back! hehehe~

@futurecorps3 | lola is the most supportive and sweetest person i have had the pleasure of being friends with. she's also so talented in writing and deserves so so soo much more recognition and love. she makes me feel at ease and appreciated, she truly has a heart of gold and is a friend and fellow writer that i will treat as preciously as she treats me so naturally. true kindness embodied in a person, that's lola!

@loving-and-dreaming | such a sweetheart, i love her so much! her excitement for my writing just rejuvenates me (o´〰`o)♡*✲ﾟ*｡ she's so supportive and kind and so lovely to talk to. she's a great friend and her friendship is precious to me. she is someone i feel like i would do anything for because she's that precious of a person. a cinnamon roll embodied, that's the best description of her, adorable and sweet but also with the biggest heart!

@prongsio | lola! darling! she deserves so much, she supported me from the very beginning and another writer i look up to, though i also look up to her for aesthetic goals - she is the queen of aesthetics! i don't know how often she changes her blog's 'looks' but i anticipate each one without even knowing it's coming. lowkey, she gives me cool older sister vibes even though she's younger than me so i still get shy around her (i've always wanted an older sister ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ)

@its-sappho-biotch | bibi is so supportive, ugh! i'm so grateful, words can't even describe how much i adore her (┳Д┳) every comment, not matter how small means so much to me, coming from her. every writer would be blessed to have a reader like her indulging in their works and i'm one of those lucky writers! i will treasure her always! she's the type of reader i aspire to be because she lets them know how much she likes their writing but i get shy and i over complicate my words! i want to be more like bibi!

@wicked-sprite-66 | another reader that im so lucky to have in my life, at this point, my darling has become a life line to me, without her, i wouldn't be writing! she's so sweet and appreciative of my work that now i'm conditioned to smile every time i see her hearting or commenting on my writing. i adore her so much, such a precious sweetheart that i'm so lucky to have in my life, supporting me! no words can describe how much i adore her (┳Д┳)

@diputy | eryn! my kindred spirit! we are on the same wavelength when it comes to fanfiction tropes and i love it! it makes me so happy every time i get to fangirl in the comments with her, she has me kicking my feet and rolling around in my bed acting like a teenage girl chatting with her bestie about her crush! ahhhh! i love it so much! it makes me so so sooo happy, she makes me happy! ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾

@neeezza101 / @cassandra-nerezza-black | my darling that i want to protect from all bad things in the world! she's another sweetheart that has won my heart and won't give it back! she's supportive and sweet and such a lovely person to talk to! she is a very precious person and having her support means the world to me! if anyone hurts her or makes her sad, i will do everything in my power to make them pay! no one hurts her or they will get everything that's coming to them!

@somewereinthegalaxi / @thebestofoneshots | rose! omg...where do i even begin?! ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· she's such a friendly person and so easy to talk to, she's incredibly kind and such a sweetheart as well. anybody would be lucky to have a friend like her, she's just so bright and warm and is definitely someone who can get along with anybody. there's something very magnetic about her that i could talk to her forever if i could! she's been so supportive of my writing too! she and her friendship are truly a blessing in my life! i have yet to read her writing but i'm such she writes as beautiful as she is as a person and a friend ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION ... MORE MOOTS TO COME + PRAISE FOR BEING A DARLING

#❏ : the swans #my moots #i adore them so much #they deserve so much love #i hope they feel love and appreciated through this #it's what they all deserve!

[russellsppttemplates]

I read an interview with Lewis saying his mom and his sister want him to do whatever he wants( in terms of how long he wants to keep racing) and that sometimes he's so tired he just passes out in his sister couch when he's there. So I was thinking anything about you and Lewis at his sister's house enjoying all the domesticity your little bit of down time can give you: picking-up the kids at school, helping his sister around the house , taking naps in the couch, connecting with family... Anything soft and domestic with Lewis and family warms my heart tbh.🤍

"And there they are", you pointed to the gate as Lewis' niece and nephew got out of school, their faces looking for their mother until the spotted you both, "Uncle Lew! Auntie Y/N/N!", they said after they recognised you and the teachers allowed them to go, bidding goodbye as they held your hands after going for a hug, "did you guys have a good day?", you asked, "yes, and it's even better that you two are now here", Willow said as you walked to the car.

You got to his sister's house with the kids at the expected time, the paper on the counter giving you information about the system his sister had for the kids for their after school routine, the list guiding you as she wasn't home yet for the family dinner you'd be having. Gathering everything you needed after the kids had some snacks, Lewis watched you help the kids with their homework, helping them in anyway you could and making up different ways to explain things to them and pushing them to continue even when they didn't get it right the first time.

Lewis' mother and sister eventually arrived for the dinner, unpacking what they got and starting on the cooking part of the evening, Lewis heading to the living room wirh the kids while you stayed in the kitchen to help, "Thank you for tidying this up, Y/N", his sister thanked you for the clean kitchen, "No worries, always happy to help, so whenever you need me, just let me know!", you said as you passed Carmen the spoon she asked for.

Not hearing much after you had been chatting for awhile, you went to the living room to see Lewis and the kids cuddling on the sofa, asleep as the movie played, "Hey, come and take a look at this", you said quietly to Carmen and her daughter, the women following your steps as you pointed to the scene on the sofa, "they love him so much, and they love you too, these days are really important to them, whenever you call they're so happy and excited and now that you're here it's even better", she revealed, "I'll make sure we come round more often then, seeing as everyone wins, the kids have a good time and then sleep for a bit, Lewis gets his rest too", you smiled, "family time truly does wonders".

(Thank you for submitting an ask 🤍)

#lewis hamilton blurb #f1 blurb #inês writes blurbs

[wh0sv1nkl]

My Favorite Sweet ▪︎ Hwang Hyunjin Smau

Chap 1 • forget abt sweets, THAT MAN IS BETTER!!!

"Ugh! Imagine what the sweets will taste like.."

Y/n trails off, daydreaming about how good the candies will taste, and imaginary sparkles all around her. While she was daydreaming, her two friends, Bahiyyih and Wonyoung, sweatdropped at their friend daydreaming.

"She is really a sweet addict.."

Wonyoung whipered to Bahiyyih and they nudged Y/n out of her daydream. They kept chatting and laughing while walking to Hwang's Sweets. After a bit, they finally reached Hwang's Sweets. They look at each other excitedly and open the entrance.

"Waah~!" "Woah.."

They trailed off looking around the place. While Wonyoung and Bahiyyih were looking and admiring the sweetshop, Y/n immediately walked to the counter, looking at the variety of sweets. She was already imagining eating those delicious treats later on.

"Wony! Hiyyih! You girls have to see this!"

Y/n called the two girls, literally shaking and jumping from how joyous she is. Wonyoung and Bahiyyih look at the jumpy girl and walks to her, smiling at how happy she always is whenever she gets to buy sweets. They also look at the sweets and is awestruck from how delicious it looks. "You know, I think I'm slowly becoming like Y/n, these sweets looks too good to be real.." Bahiyyih muttered, her eyes glued to the sweets selection.

While they were looking at the sweet selection, a group of guys were at the back, one of them admiring and panicking at the sight of one of the three girls. "Is that Y/n?!" Hyunjin whisper-shouted, shaking like a leaf and looking at her with both adoration and panic. "Hyune, chill out, don't need to panic. And yes, that is Y/n, and if I'm correct the two girls beside her are Wonyoung and Bahiyyih," Felix said to hyunjin who is still going crazy at the sight of Y/n.

The other boys look at each other, all thinking the same thing they share the same braincell, to make hyunjin take Y/n's and her friends orders. Lee know shoved him to the counter, making hyunjin stumble, surprising the girls with his sudden appearance. Hyunjin looked at his friends and gave them a death glare.

"Good Afternoon, and welcome to Hwang's Sweets! Anything that catched your eye? We have a variety of sweets!"

"Oh! I'll have.." Y/n trails off and she looks up when she hears a new and unfamiliar voice, once Y/n and Hyunjin's eyes met, Y/n just suddenly forgot everything she wanted to say and just looks at him as if she's in a daze.

"Y/nnie..?" Wonyoung called Y/n, noticing her weird behaviour, effectively breaking the dazed girl out of her trance. "Huh? Oh, uhm.. i'll have a few of chocolate macaroons, thank you.." Y/n just muttered out, feeling her heart skip a few beats. "And me and Wonyoung will have a few of those strawberry ice cream mochis, thank you!" Bahiyyih exclaimed, getting more and more excited to try the sweets and to fix Y/n's unusual behaviour.

"Okay, That'll be $13.21 ma'am."

"I'll pay- Youch-!" Y/n tries to pay but her hand gets slapped by Wonyoung who paid instead. After a bit, Hyunjin comes back and gives the three girls their treats. They all thank him and take the sweets, all excited to finally try it. Before they left, Y/n looked back and gave Hyunjin a warm smile, a silent way to say "Thank you".

"Waah~ these are so good! All the walking was worth it~!"

Y/n cheered, her mouth still full of macaroons, looking like a chubby squrriel, while Wonyoung and Bahiyyih walked beside her, also enjoying their sweets.

'The cashier looked so handsome, when i saw him, i forgot everything i was supposed to say, and i felt my heartbeat go fast.. is that normal?' Y/n wondered to herself, while her friends looked at the dazed girl, who is still eating her macaroons. "I wonder what's going on in that sweet obsessed head of hers.." Bahiyyih mumbled, still staring at Y/n.

Synopsis : Yang Y/n, a sweets addict and an artist, is a regular at Hwang's sweets so she can relieve her sweets addiction. Little does she know that Hyunjin, who works there and is the best dancer in their school, is hopelessly inlove with y/n!

A/n : Finally i posted !! Exams r finally over so now i can update more (maybe WHAHA)

Taglist : No one yet TT

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#hyunjin #hyunjin smau #kpop smau #my favorite sweet #hyunjin x reader #smau

[pieroulette]

a text that I will never send to you

🥀genre: ldr, first love, angst, angst here and there, angst everywhere, texting blah blah,

🥀word count: 847

📻bgm: Accel World - Bye Bye

🖋️a/n: just wanna show this version of route 1.. kinda inspired by youtuber dottovu (a va) this is what route 1 was supposed to be if it wasn't a yandere genre, a whole angsty book to break your heart, yes. No happy ending, folks. Also your gonna break ur heart more if u read this w the bgm.

You took your phone, gathering the courage. Pressing your old chats with him, your fingers making its way on the keyboard. Releasing all your emotions as you typed everything you've always wanted to say.

—

you are typing. . .

Hey, it’s been a long time.

It has been 5 months, wasn’t it?

I really don’t know what should I ask to be honest. . .

Since I really suck at starting a conversation now,

Now that I think about it, I was wondering how did you even last for many months with me?

With all my petty acts, the way I’m so boring sometimes, and even when I give you a silent treatment,

You were always there trying to talk to me

But I’m so immature, wasn’t I?

I’m not the best with words and certainly not the best with these type of relationship

Considering that you were my first love

How funny, wasn’t it?

I don’t know if I can even call you my first love

I don’t even know if I can call this true feelings

When I only see you through the pictures you sent me

When I only feel your warmth through the voices messages you sent me

When I only feel happiness whenever I see your texts

When i haven’t even touch you or feel how warm your hand is

Or at least, stroke your cheeks with my finger

Or at least, touch your hair and feel how soft it is

It was only through this phone that I was able to communicate with you

To be honest, I never really think much about it

Because I knew someday we would eventually meet

Hang out together, have fun together, and be happy together

When you show me the pics of you cooking food

It makes me smile, it makes me excited that I want to eat it

That I would eventually have the chance to eat the food you make someday

And the fact that you’re going to make them for me

But I think it’s not going to happen now.

Seeing you brings smile to my face

But I guess, someone is making you smile now.

But it’s okay!

As long as you’re happy then I’m happy

Ah.. I really hope i’m not troubling you by saying all of this..

But can I see your face again?

I just really want to see you and how you look like again

That even no matter how I tried to remember how you look

Just like the floating clouds in the sky, it eventually fades slowly and slowly

Till I have to check my gallery that no longer have your pictures

That I deleted out of anger

And now I regret it.

Are you actually happy there?

Are you eating well?

Are you having fun with your friends?

And also with her?

I really hope you're doing well

Don't always get sick,

And I hope you're doing good at school

And even when you're not, don't stress yourself about it

You're always doing well no matter what happen

And I believe in that, because I believe in you

I also hope that your puppy will always be healthy, and always bring him outside.. along with her.

I'm always hoping that you're having a better, happy and wonderful life somewhere out there, and it will always be one of my wishes for you.

But you know, my heart aches.

That one of our dreams never came true

I thought it would, however…

You changed, the way you talk to me changed.

It doesn't feel the same anymore, and I already knew it changed that moment but I just want to stay a bit longer, a little bit more..

Hoping that the you before would come back again

But how delusional am I?

That someone had caught your heart

Even though we never met in real life,

I still can sense it behind that screen.

But it's okay!

I hope you're happy with her

Making food for her,

Hanging out with her,

Sharing your secrets with her ..

And loving her.

Everything you've promised to me before,

It's okay if you can't do it for me.

But I hope you would do it for her,

Don't make her cry, okay?

Make her happy.

Be happy together, okay?

And I'll be happy for you both..

But you know,

I still miss you,

And I still love you,

Even when you told me first,

"I love you."

And then you end it with,

"It's not true love."

—

With a heavy heart as your finger were just a few inches away to press 'send'.

To send that text to the boy you never met but the only one you've ever love. You will never know if this was true love, but one thing's for sure, you've loved him and you've wish nothing but his happiness even when his heart already belongs to someone.

Deleting the message, you weeped on the comfort of your couch as the TV screen shines on your face, tears flowing down to your cheeks.

#enha #enha imagines #enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enha fanfic #enhypen x female reader #kpop imagines #heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #enhypen heeseung #enhypen angst #kpop angst #heeseung angst #enha angst

[alumort]

AO3

my first oc x canon commission hehe :333 hope u enjoy!

His arms were firm yet careful, holding a small bundle on them, his gaze softening a bit upon seeing what was underneath the cloth– his baby, his precious Frederic, looking at him with his curious little eyes.

Aquilo felt pride as he observed his son, so calm and so small in his hands, so… fragile. His heart was content with how fate had brought Ingo and him together, yet there was an odd sensation on the back of his mind– a mix of worry and anxiety, or so he thought, though there was an empty kind of sadness sometimes replacing that strange combination of feelings. 

It had been bothering him ever since his child had been born, like an ocean's waves– unpredictable yet deep, covering his body from his knees and sometimes getting as far as covering his throat. 

He… he shouldn't be sad, though. His life was nice in the Pearl Clan, accompanied by his other half and their baby, sometimes even with Akari whenever she had some time to go and chat, which she took advantage of to go meet the new member of their family. Everything was fine! Yet Aquilo couldn't help but worry about life, about Frederic, and… God, he was so small and fragile; any wrong movement could be bad for him.

What if he accidentally harmed his little boy? Aquilo's hands suddenly felt slippery, and soon he passed his baby to his husband, whose typical serious expression was now softer than usual. Esperanza, his Togekiss, took advantage of the lack of baby on her trainer's hands to gently rub her face on them, an attempt at comforting his worries before they took a worse turn.

Ingo realized something was up, even though Akari hadn't noticed, using one of her fingers to play with Frederic while a huge grin decorated her face– Aquilo felt a warm hand placing itself on his shoulder, firm yet gentle, and his gaze met his husband's for a moment.

Sometimes, they didn't need any kind of words to communicate, not after so much time spent together.

“Love, you seem stressed. Would you like to go to another destination for a while, to let off some steam?” his partner mumbled, loud enough for only him to hear. 

Ingo tended to talk with unusual terms in Hisui, and Aquilo always had fun just by trying to figure it out– it was easier after finding a book about trains during his travels to the Kalos region, which made the other man feel a neverending joy. He kept reading it over and over, and his excitement for those new machines was adorable, honestly.

“Oh! I could watch over Frederic for you, if you need me to,” Akari offered with a smile, yet there was some doubt deep inside of Aquilo's heart.

Frederic was his child, his (and Ingo's) responsibility. He couldn't just… force someone else to take care of him, just like that.

“I… I'm not sure,” was all he said, looking at the ground as he spoke. Aquilo did feel exhausted after taking care of his baby, but still he didn't want to have him far from himself.

Ingo's usually neutral expression softened at the sight, and he spoke up again, holding Aquilo's hands even when his Togekiss chirped in complaint.

“Aquilo… It's okay to take a break, that's what you always tell me, remember? Nobody can continue without any kind of stop through your route,” his husband exclaimed, drawing soothing circles on Aquilo's hands with his thumbs, trying to help him feel a bit better without many words. “We could go to the hot springs, if you'd like. Your body is really tense.”

That was true. He had been stressed with the baby, adapting to having settled down with Ingo on Pearl Clan. It was still strange for him to stay in one place for longer than a couple of months, having wandered around the world for years after finding himself in unknown land. His life had changed a lot– for the better, of course, but Aquilo still had to get used to that new pace.

“Alright. But only for a little bit,” he agreed after a short silence, not too sure of his words yet knowing well his body needed some rest.

And so their small trip began, with Ingo quietly holding his husband's hand as they began walking through snow.

Esperanza returned to her pokeball on her own, feeling that her training was starting to feel better– plus, Aquilo would’ve needed her to be away to enter the hot springs without worries, walking by his partner’s side through the snowy paths of the Alabaster Icelands, knowing the way like the palm of their hands after so long.

Words weren't needed between the two, and that was okay most of the time; Aquilo didn't mind Ingo's silence, knowing it sometimes was just his personality whenever they weren't training their Pokemon together, but that day his mind wanted to play tricks on him. His chest hurt, somehow, and his lips trembled no matter how used to the cold his body was.

“What's in your mind, love?”

Ingo's voice was soft, tender– he knew something was up, yet he was giving Aquilo a chance to speak or remain silent if that was his wish. Always giving him an option, respecting whatever he wanted to do.

That was one of the many reasons he had fallen in love with him, although it hadn't started well in the beginning– Aquilo was a bit overbearing, and Ingo had been a bit suspicious when they had met. But with time, Ingo realized that he didn't mean any harm at all; it was just how Aquilo was, no ill intent behind.

Ingo had started to allow him to stay by his side on Mount Coronet or the Pearl Settlement from time to time, softening up to him… and well, they began wearing matching rings after a while. Aquilo still couldn't believe that such a good man had decided to date him– to marry him. And to start a family by his side! It felt like a dream that would end at any time, and he was afraid, to say the least.

He could trust his husband with his pains– the problem was finding the words to express himself, still having trouble with saying what was in his heart outside of merchant business.

“I… There's a lot going on, mi cielo. I don't even know where to start,” Aquilo admitted, letting out a shaky sigh that was visible due to the low temperatures. His lips trembled again. “It's just… I still feel out of place in the Clan. I know I'm welcome there! Yet…”

He didn't need to finish his sentence, knowing well his husband would understand.

“You feel like a foreigner still,” Ingo added as he looked away, making sure their steps were firm on the treacherous snowy ground, not wanting either of them to get hurt by accident. “I know what you mean. When the Pearl Clan kindly took me in after losing all my memories, I felt the same way– sometimes, I still do. It's normal to feel this way.”

His heart kept hurting deep, deep inside, even though his partner was trying to cheer him up. Of course Aquilo knew about his situation as a foreigner on Hisui, they had spoken countless times about the few things they could remember about their faded pasts, yet to know that Ingo still felt strange in his home… would that sensation ever leave their souls, now that their child had been born? Aquilo had begun to miss Frederic, even if he was exhausted from his quite recent birth and sleepless nights.

Anxiety was horrible to him, and doubt consumed his brain– they arrived at the hot springs in no time, and they began taking their clothes to relax in the warm water, yet Aquilo still had an uneasy feeling in the depths of his soul.

The contrast between the warmth of the water and the gelid snow sent shivers through his back, and Ingo let out a soft chuckle at his surprised expression– in return, Aquilo splashed some water on his husband while giggling, knowing well he wouldn't be bothered in the slightest. He didn't mind it and just relaxed on his spot, submerging his body until only his shoulders and head were out on the surface, a content hum escaping from his lips.

Without making any sound at all, Aquilo approached his partner, who had closed his eyes due to how much he was enjoying the hot spring– and then, he stole a quick kiss from his lips, which was returned in a heartbeat.

A shy smile appeared on Ingo's face; no matter how much time they had been together, he would always be a bit surprised with their loving gestures. It was adorable.

Without saying anything at all, Ingo wrapped him with his arms, always making sure to not press his chest too strongly by accident. Aquilo returned the embrace with a soft smile, content and although he was still feeling some doubt, his soul had been soothed even if only slightly.

Ingo was right– he had needed to take a break, feeling energized once again.

#subway boss ingo #pokemon ingo #warden ingo #pokemon legends #ingo x ocs #fic commission #story commission

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hi

I thought you were a new writer, but it turns out I've read your work before, lol. My favorite are hugs with Jean Jacques (Jean Jacques, my bun. He's such an underrated character... I showed this work to my mother because she also likes Jean Jacques. She was delighted) and a marriage proposal from Noe

They are so wonderfully written and fill my heart with warmth. Thank you very much! Can I ask for more favors for Noe?

Oh, it's hard for me to express my thoughts in English, but I'll try to make it understandable... The female reader cannot fall asleep because of thunderstorms and cold. She comes to Noe at night to fall asleep in warmth and comfort. I think Noe is very warm, and it can be used as a pillow. He also has a great voice in anime. It seems to me to hear him say something while the reader is falling asleep is very comforting

I probably wrote too much. Ignore this if you are uncomfortable writing this. Have a good day! Don't forget to take care of yourself 💕✨

Hello!

That 's so sweet! I am glad you both enjoy my writting!

It makes me very very happy to hear such kind words! Thank you!

I hope you also like this next piece!

Let me know what you think!

Oh and your English was just fine. To be honest english is not my first language either, so no worries! You didn't write too much at all! You are always welcome to come chat whenever you'd like!

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You had tucked yourself for the night. The sky was clear, it had a cold wind, but nothing that a warm blanket couldn't fix.

After an hour you had gone to bed the wind had gotten stronger, so you decided to check outside. The sky had dark clouds approaching - clear sign of a storm.

You went back to bed hoping the storm would just pass by, so you covered your head with a blanket and tried to sleep.

The storm got worse and with it the thunder came around. They sounded closer and closer, you just couldn't take jumping at every lighting anymore.

So you decided to pay a visit to your neighbor - Noé. You knocked on the door while being rolled up in a blanket like a burrito.

Noé was terribly sleepy, so it seemed like he took forever to open the door. You cursed under your breath for having such a laid back friend.

When he opened the door, you saw a white mess of a bed hair and very very tired voiced:

Noé: Y/N? What's wrong?

You shy away in your blankets:

Y/N: I- I, it's just -

Before you could conclude a loud thunder fell near the place you both were staying.

You cowered and hugged Noé. Surprisingly he caught on that you were scared of the noises.

So he led you inside the room, you were holding the hem of his shirt as you walked.

He sat you on the bed and sat next to you:

Noé: Y/N, I didn't know you were afraid of storms.

YN: I am not, is just … too loud.

You could feel his gaze on you. Noé looking at the window from his spot. He decided to get up and close the curtains.

You were thankful for this little act. Noé came back to sit next to you, but this time he rubbed circles on your back.

You peeked through the blankets, he was yawning. It was adorable how thoughtful he was despite being tired.

Before you could say something, another thunder fell close by and that made you turn into a little ball of anxiety:

Noé: Y/N? Are you ok?

Y/N: Y-yes.

Noé: if you are that scared…. Then! We could do a fort!

Y/N: A…. fort?

Noé: Blanket fort!

He was so close to you, eyes sparkling with excitement. You blushed furiously and before you could even blink he got up and started building the fort.

While he was at it Murr came to you. The cat meowed at you and proceeded to lay on your lap effectively making you forget about the next thunder.

When Noé was done with the fort you could see how neatly the blankets fell from the chairs. He used the couch's pillows to do the floor of the fort.

He invited you in, with just shiny eyes that you couldn't hold back a giggle.

Noé tilted his head not quite understanding why you were laughing, but he soon smiled. Hey, at least you weren't scared anymore right?

You crawled into the fort, it was more spacious than it looked like. After you entered Noé and Murr. It was comfortable and bigger than expected but still small for two people and a cat:

Y/N: Noé? This is really cute and all but…

Noé: It is nice isn't it?

Y/N: It is, but.. it's kind of cramp-

Another thunder fell outside making you jump and curl into Noé. He just hugged you and patted your head.

As your heart calmed down you realized Noé was moving.

Soon you realized he placed you in-between his legs, making it more comfortable for the two of you:

Noé: Is this better Y/N? This way you won't knock down the fort and the thunder won't be so loud!

He said that so cheerfully. With such a sweet voice that once again, you felt your face heat up. You had no strength to argue or even agree with him - he was so so cute that you just let your head fall on his chest, leaning his forehead on him.

He patted your head and you felt him sigh. At this moment you felt something fluffy walk near you - you turned your head to see Murr laying near your legs.

You sighed this time and buried your face on Noé. He didn't seem to mind at all.

Soon enough you both were fast asleep. Tonight was a dreamless, warm night. The thunder felt so far away, it no longer scared you.

you silently wished you could have more nights like this one.

Warm and safe. Nothing to worry about and just be silly, of course, as a bonus you had Murr and his fluffy fur around your skin too.

You woke woke with bangs on the door and a familiar voice - an angry one:

?? : Noé! Get up! It's morning you stupid blood sucker!

Oh Vanitas voice. Noé? It was then you realized you were in his room. You got up quickly to find Noé snoring and Murr looking very annoyed at you both.

You silently panicked. Vanitas was yelling about taking the door down and before he could do that, you quickly left the room through the window, but you left your blanket behind.

By the time you heard the door being swung open, you had just entered your room. You felt bad about leaving Noé with an angry Vanitas, but you could not bear to be seen like that by Vanitas.

You got changed quickly and walked away from your room, all you could hear was Vanitas screaming something about a childish thing to do.

When you met them both, you expected Noé to be mad at you, but instead he smiled brightly and took both of your hands on his:

Noé: Y/N! I am so glad you are OK!

You blushed a bit and Vanitas looked very very confused. But he knew better than to ask what he was talking about.

You giggle and, in a whisper, you apologized to him for leaving:

Noé: It's ok! I figured it would be too hot eventually!

Y/N: That's not… sure, I will go with that.

He smiled so brightly at you. But this moment was striking down by a pissed Vanitas that started yelling and dragging the two of you down the street.

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Coming Home - Arataki Itto 

Summary: Nothing, just Itto coming home from jail to his family.

Warnings/tags: Itto and reader have a child together, smut, slight size kink, oral (f receiving), creampie, a bit ooc 

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“Mama, when is papa coming?”

You glance down to your four year old son, gripping your dress and staring inquisitively up at you with big reddish-gold eyes.

Forcing a smile, you wonder how to reassure your eager child when you yourself keep glancing out the kitchen window every minute to see if his father is coming up the hill. You’ve had to keep yourself busy since the morning to stop your hands from trembling in anticipation, your heart thumping so fast it feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest.

You bend to Hiroyuki’s height, smiling at his unhappy frown and ruffling his hair. “Soon, baby. Where’s granny?”

“Here I am,” comes the warm, slightly shaky voice of the wonderful older woman who raised Itto. She smiles down at Hiroyuki, clearly amused over his jittery excitement. “Your father should be home soon, he just needs to finish up a few things in the city. I’m sure he’s on his way.”

“Yay! I’m gonna go get my new onikabuto beetle out to show him. He’s gonna think it’s so cool. When we do double battles no one’s gonna be able to beat us,” Hiroyuki announces, running off to his room.

You relax under the loss of your son’s persistent presence, taking a seat and putting your head in your hands with a deep sigh.

“Are you nervous, dear child?” Granny oni questions, rubbing your back.

You straighten immediately. “No. I’m not nervous or anything. I’m just tired from staying up with Hiroyuki last night, that’s all.” You don’t mention that you kept checking your outfit when you changed in the morning to make sure you looked nice.

Nice for Itto. Because after three months away you still want him to think you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Granny Oni only sends you a secretive smile, reading you like a book. You’ve always found great comfort in the older woman, but right now you’re so on edge you can’t even concentrate on what she’s saying when she starts speaking as she chops vegetables and carries on making lunch.

You realise after many deep breaths that she’s chatting away about random topics in attempt to relax you. You can’t hide anything from her. When Itto first introduced you to Granny oni, you were unnerved by how wise she was- but now you’re only grateful as you rest your head in your hand and watch her move about the small kitchen as she recounts tales of when Itto was Hiroyuki’s age.  

“…and you would think the boy has had the most fortunate life with how happy he is, but I can tell you he’s had his own share of ups and downs. But he still helps those around him whenever he sees someone in need. He cares very deeply.”

You smile softly, thinking of him. That’s exactly how he is. So kind with every part of him. There aren’t a lot of people like him. He’s often misjudged by people, but when you get to know Itto, there’s no other way to describe him but… kind.

So very kind it makes your heart ache in longing.

All hard-worked relaxation flies out the door as soon as granny oni glances out the window and says, smiling, “Now here he comes. Go call that son of yours.”

But Hiroyuki must have also been looking out a window because he comes flying through the kitchen and straight out the door in a whir before you can tell him not to run in the house. You and granny oni share a smile before following, the other woman welcoming and relaxed while you’re a nervous wreck beside her, straightening out your clothes and fiddling with your hands.

Your first thought when you see him is that he looks exactly the same. They both smile widely as Itto lifts his son up and calls, “I missed you, bud! Look at how big you’ve gotten!”

You take the moment to recompose yourself and scan him. Was he hurt in jail? Was he fed enough?

It certainly seems like it… because if anything has changed it’s that he seems to have gotten even buffer.

You swallow, looking away. There’s never a time Itto doesn’t look good- except maybe when he tried rainbow horns- but now… with his ripped abdomen on display and his biceps bulging, he’s so attractive you can feel a pounding between your legs.

“I missed you, too, daddy!” Hiroyuki giggles, and you tell yourself to snap out of it. Why are you getting turned on when your son and his father are reuniting after ninety days?

You paste on a smile just as Itto lowers Hiroyuki and his gaze rises to you, something deeper vibrating in the air when his smile slowly fades, eyes burning with intensity.

He keeps eye contact as granny oni ambles to him, only breaking it when she greets him and he does the same to her, lifting her slight weight in his big arms and carefully spinning around.

She laughs joyfully. “Oh, put me down!” And when he does, she eyes him. “You’ve gotten bigger. I was worried they wouldn’t feed you enough.”

“There’s not much to do in the sla- in… erm, the job I was at,” he stumbles as he remembers your agreement to not tell Hiroyuki he had been arrested and put in jail for assaulting Tenryou commission officers. He scratches the back of his head and grins. “…so I spent most of the time exercising. I look good, right? The food there was disgusting though. I can’t wait to have your cooking again.”

“Good, Yn and I have made a big lunch.”

His gaze falls to you again, a soft smile touching his lips this time as his tone grows more intimate. “Is that right? ‘n what about mama? Has she missed me?”

Your tummy clenches at how his voice drips with intimacy and affection when he speaks to you. The same voice he uses when he’s buried inside you or you have his cock down your throat and he can’t muster even a semblance of an understandable sentence.

“She didn’t,” you interrupt, stepping forward and feeling the breeze blow through your hair. “She’s been too busy taking care of your son.”

“And she’s doing a great job. Look how strong my boy is getting,” Itto tickles Hiroyuki, who falls into a fit of squealing laughs and wriggling limbs.

Your son suddenly remembers something and perks up. “Wait, dad! I need to show you the onikabuto I caught while you were gone. It’s huge. I just know it’s gonna dominate all the fights.”

“Seriously? That’s super cool, bring it out.” And you know he’s not just saying that, he’s genuinely interested in Hiroyuki’s beetle. He’s always been such an attentive dad, you couldn’t have asked for a better father for your child.

Granny oni follows Hiroyuki into the house and you’re left alone outside with Itto, who quickly sidles up to you, side-eyeing you when you move an inch away as your shoulders brush.

You both gaze out at the calming view, but unspoken words hang in the air, wrapping around you until it feels like you can’t breathe.

He clears his throat. “How are you?” he asks quietly. “Anythin’ happen?”

You blow out a breath. “No, nothing really.”

He nudges your shoulder with his own. “You mad at me?”

Yes. You are. And you’re about to tell him as much when your eyes suddenly well. Horrified, you spin away, quickly covering your eyes with your forearm.

“Hey…” he soothes, and you can’t stand that voice he uses. That gentle, quiet one so contrasting to his usual demeanour.

“I’m fine, just give me a minute,” you choke.

“Hey, come ‘ere. Don’t hide from me. C’me e’re.” Before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly against him, your cheek pressed to his chest as he hushes your cries and strokes your back.

You should pull away. What you really want to do is hit him with your fists and choke him out for leaving you alone for three months.

But he’s always so warm. And you can’t help curling into him, pressing into him until you’re frustrated you can’t get closer. These past few months have been overwhelming without him. he can be so childish, but you have to acknowledge that he’s the rock in the family. The support everyone leans on.

He chuckles softly. “Seems like you missed me more than you let on.”

“Shut up,” you sob. You know your tears are staining his skin as they flow steadily, but he doesn’t complain, only continues to hold you as you release months’ worth of frustration and loneliness.

“Please don’t do that again,” you sob. “I understand why you did it, but I don’t like lying to Hiroyuki every time you’re arrested and he hates it when you’re away for a long time. It’s unfair to him.”

Itto swallows, feeling guilt sink heavy in his stomach. He knows this. He’s had three months to think about how you and Hiroyuki, and even Granny oni must be feeling. He hates being separated from you, too. The cold, lonely nights in his cell where he pictured what you must be doing just made the ache of missing you stronger, and more than anything he’d wish to be back by your side. His heart hurt thinking about you making a nice, warm dinner or tucking Hiroyuki into bed. 

“I know,” he murmurs, adjusting his hold to pull you even closer. “I know. I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

You wrap your arms around his back, both of you enjoying each other’s touch after so long when your son comes running back outside.

“Daddy, look! I’ve been training him since you’ve been gone. What d’ya think?” he holds up the big purple beetle for his father to inspect.

“Hmm…” Itto bends down, gripping his chin and raising an eyebrow as he examines the bug from all different angles.

Finally coming to a conclusion, he nods firmly and straightens. “Yep, that’s a champion beetle you’ve got right there! Let’s take him out for some practice battles tomorrow. Your uncles will also be releas- erm, coming home tomorrow, so we can all battle,” he says, referring to the rest of the Arataki gang.

“That’s a good idea,” you smile. “While you’re doing your battles, Granny and I will grill some meat and we can have a barbecue to welcome everyone home.”

“Yay! You’re the best, mom.”

You both watch as he runs back inside when his grandmother calls that lunch is ready. Itto groans and rests his head to your shoulder as he stands behind you.

“Our son is so adorable. I want another one,” he mumbles.

You puff out a laugh. “Itto, we’re not even married and we already have one child.”

“Hey, that’s not for my lack of trying!” he protests, pouting. “I’m more than ready to be your husband, but you keep saying no whenever I propose!”

Which is true. Your son is a product of you and Itto’s recklessness when you were both younger. You fooled around a lot and one thing led to another. While Itto was delighted with the pregnancy and wanted to make your relationship official, you were terrified and said it was best if the two of you just focused on the baby. To this day, the hurt on his face when you said that still haunts you as he tried to laugh it off. But you hadn’t known him well at that time and didn’t expect that spending more time with him outside of having sex would make you fall head over heels in love with him. With his strength and compassion, and even his recklessness.

You and him still aren’t together. Well, you’re together but not together. You both know you’re completely in love with each other, but your relationship never became official, and that’s all thanks to you keeping a certain distance.

But months of not having him in the house, missing his loud, boisterous presence and craving his closeness has made you appreciate him so much more. Appreciate how much he cares for you and the child you share. He always puts the two of you first. Always makes sure all your needs are met. You really lucked out with him, and you can’t think of anything that sounds better than spending the rest of your life with him.

“Babe, let’s eat,” he slaps your ass as he heads inside, distracting you from your thoughts of proposing to him. Now that the idea is in your head there’s little else you can think of.

You’re so deep in your thoughts, mindlessly putting food from your plate to your mouth, that you don’t even notice your son speaking until Itto keeps clearing his throat pointedly at you.

You look at him. “What is it?”

“Your child is asking how babies are made.”

You hide a smile. “Yes, he was very curious while you were away so I told him you would explain when you get back.”

Hiroyuki’s curious eyes dart back to his father, blinking in earnest. “So? Where do you get them from?”

“Ah, well, you see…” Itto laughs awkwardly and scratches the back of his head. “That’s, um…” his eyes look to his plate before he suddenly brightens. “An egg! They hatch from an egg.”

Both you and granny oni try to muffle your laughter as your son frowns.

“Like a chicken egg?”

“More like a frog egg.”

“Ew,” Hiroyuki makes a face and Itto scrambles.

“Not a frog egg, actually! It’s actually not an egg at all, I must be thinking of something else. Because babies are so precious they come in treasure chests.”

“Really? Did you and mama find me in a treasure chest?”

“Er… yes. It was buried deep in the ocean and you were very hard to find. That’s why mommy and daddy love you so much.”

“But dad, how did I breathe if I was in the ocean?”

Itto tries to maintain his smile, but his eye twitches as your eyes water and you furiously cover your mouth to keep a sound from slipping out. Your shoulders shake with the effort not to laugh. Could he not have come up with anything better?

“…Enough of this talk!” Itto suddenly claps his palms, laughing nervously. “That is something you will understand when you are older.”

This is what you want more than anything. Endless days with Itto and your family. The warmth of home. Why were you ever hesitant?

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“He’s completely wiped out,” Itto observes, stroking Hiroyuki’s dark hair as he lays sleeping on his father’s lap after a long day.

The sky darkened long ago, the telltale signs of rain in the sound of rolling thunder clouds.

You lean over to gaze at you son adoringly. “Yeah, he couldn’t sleep last night knowing he was going to see you today.” He really is so cute. Big eyes and tiny red horns. You imagine Itto looked similar as a child. They act similar, too. Both a little rough around the edges, but with the biggest hearts. They both love with every part of them.

Itto swallows roughly, searching your eyes. “You have no idea how much I missed both of you. I never want to leave you guys alone again.”

“We missed you too,” you whisper, straightening when granny Oni enters the room again.

“I’ll head home now. It’s getting late.”

“I’ll walk you,” Itto immediately offers.

“No,” she waves him off. “Enjoy your time as a family. It’s not far. I’ll be fine.”

Itto hesitates. “It looks like it’s going to rain.”

“It’ll be fine. Just because I’m old it doesn’t mean I’m incapable.”

You say your goodbyes and she promises to come by tomorrow when the rest of the gang arrives, giving Itto one last affectionate rub between his horns and you one last hug.

“Do you want to take him to bed? I’ll wash the dishes,” you whisper. He nods, hoisting the child up and quietly carrying him away.

You’re lost in thought, washing your hands in the sink after finishing the dishes the next time he appears. He gently wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

“He’s down?” you ask.

“Yeah, can finally spend some time with my girl now.”

You can feel just how he wants to spend that time as his lower regions press into your ass. You shiver, but you need to tell him something important first. You need to ask him. You need him to know how much you love him.

“Itto, I-”

“I’ve missed you,” he interrupts fiercely, turning you in his arms to face him. He cups your jaw, strong fingers pressing against the back of your neck. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you?”

You really should try and have a proper conversation before continuing this, but already his close proximity is making it hard to breathe.

“I thought about you every single day I was in that place. I thought about you and what I was going to do to you when I got out. I was going to take you to bed and spend the whole night worshipping you…” he shakes his head. Growling, “But I can’t wait. It hurts. I want you now.”

Who are you to deny him? He hasn’t gotten any in three months and your underwear is practically melting with how sexy he is. You can feel the damp material against your skin from how sticky your pussy has become, a persistent ache throbbing inside you.

So you don’t say what you need to or push him away when he connects your mouths, months of longing and separation poured into the kiss.

Itto’s always impatient when you make out, and today’s no different. He quickly picks you up, easily moving to sit you on the counter and step between your legs, grinding against your core helplessly. It’s still not enough. As he groans into your lips and his tongue caresses yours, his hands roam everywhere- over your breasts, skimming down your arms and ducking beneath your dress to rub the inside of your thighs.

“Pussy so wet for me,” he murmurs into your mouth as his thumb strokes over your wet slit. “She was waitin’ for me to come home, too, wasn’t she?”

You moan, gripping the back of his neck and biting into his shoulder as he continues to lightly finger the arousal leaking from your hole. Even this much feels amazing. He’s so big and warm. You’re impatient, too, after so long. You push up the material of your dress, practically ripping it off in effort to press your skin to his, arching into him.

“I wanna eat it from behind.” He pulls you from the counter, spinning you to face the window and ducking behind you before you can utter a response.

A quick snap is heard in the air as you feel pressure against your skin and you blink, realizing after a moment that he’s literally ripped the band of your panties. His hands grip your ass cheeks, spreading them so he can duck his head and run his tongue along your pussy.

You inhale sharply, immediately on your toes with your hips tilted back to give him easier access. Itto loves eating you out. It’s one of his favourite things, and he does so spectacularly.

You’re so turned on, arousal staining your inner thighs as his warm tongue glides through your silky flesh. He keeps you still with a firm hand on your left hip while the other goes around to massage your clit, quick tiny circles that make your pussy clench and your entire body twitch.

And you just about die when he stimulates your clit with small, quick slaps. You twist on your toes restlessly, your eyes watering.  

“Always taste so fuckin good. Stay still for me, baby,” he murmurs, stroking the outside of your thigh.

He proceeds to eat you out like it's his last meal. It’s an awkward angle, but when he grabs handfuls of your ass and presses even closer, you can feel his tongue sliding up and down through your slit, ducking down to gather the juices at your entrance.

Your womb tightens, your toes curling.

“I-I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel it on my tongue. Let go for me,” he growls, the pressure of his tongue unrelenting until you had to muffle your sounds behind your hand as you came, legs trembling like a leaf.

He holds you up when he stands again, aware of your weak state. You’re gripping the edge of the counter, still trying to come back to reality when he takes your jaw in his large hand and tilts your head up to kiss him.

“Mmh.”

His tongue runs along the seem of your lips, ducking inside when you open your mouth. You feel like you’ve melted. Someone needs to take charge because your limbs feel like jelly and you certainly can’t do anything yourself.

As you kiss, his hand strokes down your abdomen to your pussy again, relaxedly gliding through your slick.

“You’re ready to be fucked,” he murmurs. “You been wanting this since I was gone?”

You moan some unintelligible agreement against his lips, completely drunk on his presence.

“Me too, baby,” his voice is low, slightly raspy as if he’s struggling to get any words out at all.

He lets go of you, but only to undo his pants, releasing them enough for his hard cock to spring free. So long and thick, your body trembles in anticipation. He’s big everywhere. His balls are swollen and heavy, needing to be released, and he groans when you slide back against him, his cock nestled between your ass cheeks.

He grips the base, sliding it down until the tip is right against your entrance, drooling so much precum you can feel it on your skin.

You shift restlessly, and then go utterly still when his thick head slowly starts to breach you.

It aches at first. After so long, your pussy has to stretch to accommodate him again. He knows this, which is why he tries to go slow despite just wanting to grip your hair and ram into you. His impatience shows in the hard hold he has on your hip, the sound of his teeth grinding.

You feel like you’ve been split in half when he’s only halfway in, and then the rest of him pushes in and you fall forward on a moan while he groans, throwing his head back to take deep breaths and pause to give you time to adjust.

“Ah, babe, fuck…”

“Y-You can move,” you mumble, unable to disguise the whimper in your voice.

“You sure?” he stutters, and you know he’s just about to lose control. His tight voice indicates that the thread is about to snap and you nod once.

He doesn’t need to be told again. He withdraws from you until the tip is barely pressed against your quivering hole, and then he plunges back in in one fluid stroke that makes your nails claw down the surface of the counter, your breath leaving you in one exhale.

“I missed this,” he pants as he starts to thrust inside you. His hips snap forward in a fast, rough rhythm, his cock hitting deep with every stroke. “Kept tryna get off when I was away but your pussy is so perfect nothin can compare, swear it’s made jus’ for me. So tight ‘n perfect… mm…”

You wish you could muster a response, but all you can focus on is how much he stretches you, how deep he’s going. So deep it aches as he smacks into your sloppy cunt and lewd sounds fill the space.

He doesn’t mean to, but he’s so much bigger than you. And when he can’t control himself he starts moving you however he pleases, as if you’re a mere ragdoll or a body made solely for him to get off.

He takes your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the small of your back. You’re on your toes as he moves even faster, the flesh of your ass rippling with every stroke. It feels bruising. How fast he’s going. How uncaring as he takes whatever he needs from your poor pussy and you can do nothing but lie forward and take it.

“So wet,” he groans. “Ah…”

You feel him stiffen behind you, feel his hands plunge into your hair to roughly grip it, pressing the side of your face harder into the counter. His thrusts grow quick and sloppy, his balls slapping against your thighs as he pants.

“S-So perfect… so good… so fucking good ta me, baby,” he breathes. You shudder and clench around him, feeling goosebumps break out across your skin despite the warmth you feel everywhere.

It’s because he sounds so satisfied. So lost in your body he can’t control himself as he starts cumming, shooting hot ropes of cum inside you and moaning in pleasure all the while. His hips jerk, thrusting lightly into your sensitive insides as cum leaks out around his cock and you breathe hard against the cool surface, fighting for air.

You can hear him breathing heavily behind you. Can imagine his gaze lowered in arousal, in sheer male satisfaction.

He slowly pulls out, biting his bottom lip as he watches him cum start to leak from your pussy, so overfilled it drips down your thighs and you try to catch it.

“Leave it,” he growls. He likes it so much. Filling you to the brim so you’re full of him.

Should I ask him to marry me now? You wonder. When his cum is still dripping down your legs and he’s looking like he wants another round? No, probably not the best time. But you want it so much. You never want to see him hurt because of your denial again.

“Again?” he grins as he offers another round.

You glare breathlessly at his hardening cock. His stamina is insane. There have been nights where you haven’t gotten any sleep and struggled to walk the next day because of how persistent he is.

You moan, covering your face with your hands. He chuckles, easily lifting you into his muscular arms bridal-style.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do all the work,” he winks, carrying you up to your room. You cuddle close to his chest, enjoying his arms wrapped around you once more.

Another time, you think. But I’m never letting go of him.

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || a little petty

request: okay but can we perhaps see yuuta getting protective of DDR….. and maybe him saying something along the lines of ‘leave my girlfriend alone’…..

please? for a treat?

note: honestly, you know my weakness for my babies >< whenever i get to write for my husband Yuta, there is no way I can avoid that faith lmao. 

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

If there was one thing that Yuta prides himself of, it is his patience. 

From the moment he had entered the college, he had been taught that the patient person always gets the outcome that they want at the end. And from the most part, he likes to think that he does take that advice to heart and try to be the best version of himself that he possibly can be. However, everything has a limit. 

And the longer he stared from where he was seated, grip tight around his glass of iced juice, he was starting to think that he was going to find his limit today. 

It all started with a message - Yuta was quietly washing up from the lunch that Y/N had made them when he heard the sound of familiar footsteps running towards him; warm giggles filling the air of the communal kitchen. Just hearing those giggles had Yuta chuckling as he turns off the faucet, wiping his hands dry with a towel just as he turns to catch the giggling girl in his arms. “What got you all excited like this?”

Yuta’s amused question was answered with another fit of giggles before Y/N pulls her face away from his chest, holding her phone screen to the taller male before him. “Remember Hatori? Him, Riku and I are classmates when we were younger, and Riku keeps in contact with our middle school classmates,” Y/N explained whilst Yuta thought back to the couple he had met a few times - Hatori and his boyfriend, Riku had grilled him the moment they found out that he was dating Y/N. But it was all done out of love for her, and soon the three men became good friends; Yuta playing video games with Toge and Riku, and share a few texts with Hatori about new anime merch and where to get them. “What about it?”

“They are having a get together for everyone who is in middle school!,” Y/N replied excitedly as she shakes her phone before his face, to which Yuta just chuckles before he carefully catches her wrist with one hand to stop her shaking. Squinting at the screen a little, he read over the simple message that Riku had sent to a group chat that the three of them are in; humming quietly at the link to register for the event. “I guess you wanna go?”

An excited nod came from Y/N, to which Yuta chuckles before he handed her phone back to her. “Are you asking me for permission? You don’t need to, ya know?,” Yuta replied as he rests his now free hand on her head, smiling gently whilst Y/N felt her cheeks warm at how handsome he looks. And all he is doing was smiling down at her; usually tired eyes filled with warm and affection. “My answer will always be yes to you, and you should know that by now.”

“I-It’s not that..,” Y/N whines as she buries her face into his chest once more, hands gripping the back of his shirt loosely whilst Yuta gave her a curious look. He didn’t really connect the dots, to which Y/N huffs before she shyly looks away from his face. “Just wanna...ask if you’d wanna go...with me,” Y/N manages out after a few moments before she buried her face into Yuta’s chest once more, still finding it embarrassed to go around with Yuta as a couple. Yuta is her first boyfriend, so it was natural for her to be a little embarrassed. 

And it was the same with Yuta; whose cheeks flared up as well when he finally registered her request for him to join her. He immediately got the implications behind her words, which was why he awkwardly coughed as he buried his face into the top of her head. “Y-You don’t have to go around the topic, ya know,” Yuta mumbles back quietly as he rests his head on hers, gently swaying them whilst Y/N mumbles something into his chest. Yuta just chuckles quietly in response, finding her shyness absolutely adorable. 

Besides, what bad can come from this entire thing?

It was complicated to try and explain to Y/N that sometimes, not everyone is trying to be friendly with her. 

At the moment Yuta was seated at the bar of the restaurant, having grabbed some food from the buffet table that was prepared for the event. Him and Y/N had arrived earlier with Hatori and Riku, the three of them greeting their ex-classmates whilst introducing them to Yuta as well. It was interesting for Yuta, since most of them come from well-known and influential sorcerer families like Y/N and Hatori; so it was a good opportunity for him to increase his reach and build new connections. Even more so because he was Y/N’s boyfriend, who used to be the class’ favourite student.

Since it was an event held for students to meet up after so long, Yuta had decided to sit this one out at the bar after walking around for a bit. Y/N left after she was sure that he was alright, giggling as she presses a few pecks against his lips before she turned to skip away happily. Riku had stayed by Yuta’s side for a few moments to chat with the man beside him; both of them chuckling softly between one another as they admired their significant other doing the most random of things.

Soon though a few of Riku’s old friends called him over, leaving Yuta to be all alone once more. He honestly didn’t mind, since he didn’t know anyone in the room past their names (and even then he was struggling to remember every name), he preferred to sit this entire event out entirely. So that is how he found himself sitting alone at the bar of the restaurant, quietly sipping on a drink that he had ordered earlier whilst he scanned over the crowd. 

Yuta was not looking out for anything in particular; he was more so doing it so he didn’t have to stare at his phone for the entire event and look like an asshole. 

However his eyes will always end up on Y/N’s person, dark blue eyes watching with clear fondness in them as he watches her interact and socialise with her fellow classmates. It was clear from the moment that Y/N had arrived that she was clearly in a relationship; with how she had clung onto Yuta the entire time she had been here, to her excitedly introducing him to every person that came up to her. Plus, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell the air of love and affection that they have for one another.

Yet sometimes it does take a beating or two for everyone to get the message. 

Like mentioned before, Yuta is a patient man. Or so he likes to think that he is, after all of the training that he had been forced to go through in college.

When he waved off a waitress asking if he’d like some finger foods he had turned to look at Y/N once more, only to pause when he saw a man talking to her with a flirtatious smile. Yuta trusts Y/N with her when it came to talking and interacting with the people around her, because he was certain that she would never hurt him intentionally. However, what Yuta is always looking out for Y/N would be her inability to tell others’ intentions when it came to her. She is, after all, known for not being the brightest tool in the shack.

However, Yuta isn’t too sure if he should be trusting everyone around her to think the same way - especially the guy who was currently trying to flirt with her whilst she stood by the refreshments. “Do ya mind not squeezin’ that glass too tight? You’re gonna break the poor thing.”

Yuta’s gaze snapped away from Y/N to look over at the direction of the voice, only to find an older man who was giving him an amused glance. He was dressed in the hotel uniform, and from the way he was carefully wiping down the workspace before him, Yuta figured out that he was probably the bartender on duty. “S-Sorry...I didn’t notice,” Yuta mumbles before he unclenches his grip from around the glass he was holding, noticing that he was definitely gripping it a little too tighter than required. “It’s alrigh’. I’ve notice you’ve been staring at the two of them for awhile now. You’re stuck in a love triangle or somethin’?”

“No, she’s my girlfriend,” Yuta immediately explains, unsure as to why he was so ready to explain his relationship to a stranger he had just met. The older man just raises an eyebrow with an amused look shining in his eyes, chuckling with a soft nod. “Ah, young love. My wife and I were the same, can’t leave her alone for more than a second. Boys kept hovering around her like flies, I’ll tell ya,” The older man said with a kind laugh; that sound alone causing Yuta to relax a little as he lets out a soft chuckle of his own. “Yeah...I think I can relate to that. I don’t want to police her or anything. But it’s just, you know...”

“She’s a lil’ ditzy and you wanna watch out for danger?,” The older man offered a suggestion after Yuta trailed off awkwardly, to which the younger man nodded with a soft sigh. “Yeah,” Yuta hums, but his voice didn’t hold any annoyance of any sorts; it was filled with warmth and clear affection dripping in his tone. Even his eyes soften at the very memory of the girl, one that had the older man watching on in amusement as he prepares some drink orders that was handed to him by one of the bustling waitresses. “Well, I wish you and the missus the best of luck. Why don’t cha bring her over and I’ll make you two somethin’ special? A secret menu order of mine for such a sweet couple.”

Yuta looks back at the older man, ready to decline his offer; but the older man just chuckles and waves him off with nothing more but a smile. “Don’t worry about it. It’s gonna be my one good deed for the day,” The older man said with a simple chuckles as he prepares his shaker, giving Yuta another smile before he starts to mix his drink; the clanking of ice inside the metal shaker seeming to seal the deal and telling Yuta that there was no space for argument. Seeing that had Yuta pausing before he lets out a chuckle, and with another wave to the smiling man he downed the rest of his drink and got up. Dark blue eyes looking away from his glass to scan the room for a head of familiar hair.

However, the sight that he caught before him was not what he was expecting; and the sight alone had him scowling as he tensed up. 

The guy that he was worried about before was slowly caging a squirming Y/N against the pillar at the end of the snacks table; and he had chosen a spot where there was little to no one around to commit his act. Y/N’s eyes were clearly darting around, trying to find someone, anyone, to save her from a situation she clearly did not want to be in. But no one noticed but Yuta, who barely bit back his scowl as he steadily pushed past the crowd as fast as he can without outright shoving them. 

At the other end of the hall Y/N was awkwardly squirming as she tries to catch someone’s eye, all whilst trying to ignore Haku’s flirtatious comments as she tries to keep some distance between the both of them. Haku had came up to her first, both of them laughing and greeting one another whilst they caught up with everything that has happened since middle school. He used to be the male librarian when Y/N was in school, whilst she was his female counterpart; both of them spending lunches together in the library sorting through books, and become acquaintances along the way. They never really spoke outside of the library; but Y/N was happy that he recognised her, nonetheless. 

What she had not accounted for was the fact that, like most of the guys around her, he had unfortunately fell for her good looks and ‘good girl’ image. Whilst Haku had gone on and gotten a scholarship to the University of Tokyo as a history major, Y/N had stuck to her family roots and became a sorcerer; so their paths were never bound to meet ever again. But Haku had followed her online after she had followed him on Instagram, and had watched from afar as the clumsy and airheaded ‘goody-two-shoes’ grow into her features and flourished into quite the woman. 

Of course he was aware that she was currently dating someone, but he was not worried. Haku might not have gone into the jujutsu field, but he still has his title from his family; so his connections and knowledge of that world has made him quite the bachelor. Many families have tried to tie him down with one daughter after the next, but he never really been interested. 

His eyes had always been on Y/N. 

So he took the chance when it was presented to him; chatting up the easy-going girl until she was giggling and smiling at all of his jokes, getting a little flustered by his smooth comments as well. To hell with whoever it was that she were dating; if he had Y/N, there was no way he would have willingly left her alone with others around. He knows how guys are, and he was sure that there were others around him right now that do not have the best intensions in mind. In Haku’s eyes, her boyfriend had already failed the basic step; and he was more than ready to fill that role. 

“I-I am a little uncomfortable with how close you are, Haku-san,” Y/N commented with an awkward laugh, not wanting to come off as rude even through her own discomfort. “I am?,” Haku said in a somewhat mocking tone, his voice causing Y/N to shiver a little from how belittled she felt; like she was a child being reprimanded for doing something wrong. “Sorry about that, can’t help myself - you are like a magnet. Can’t help but want to get closer to you...”

“And I am pretty sure she told you to back off.”

A firm and serious voice caused the ‘couple’ to jump - Haku jumping away from Y/N and snapping his gaze back with a scowl whilst Y/N jumped and looked over at the person with wide and grateful eyes. Both eyes met a pair of unamused blue eyes; the owner of said eyes giving Haku a very unamused stare whilst he crossed his arms across his chest. Just seeing the fuming man had Haku straightening himself out as he tries to stare down the muscular man as well, trying to intimidate Yuta with a stare of his own.

Y/N, on the other hand, just happily skips over to Yuta’s side and wraps her arms around his middle; startling both men from their staring content. “Right, Haku-san! I should introduce you tow to one another - this is my boyfriend, Okkotsu Yuta. Babe, this is Noguchi Haku. Him and I used to be librarians together,” She said in excitement, her tone of voice causing Yuta to look down at her with the most affectionate smile on his face. Just seeing how soft Yuta got just because of Y/N had Haku making face, not believing that this man folded so easily all because Y/N batted her fluffy eyelashes at him. And to think that this was his competition He wasn’t so sure why he was so worried in the first place. “Okkotsu, was it? Never heard that family name before.”

“I’m the only one in my family. Something about it jumping generations,” Yuta explained simply as he wrapped his arm around Y/N, warm hand resting on the small of her back protectively. Just feeling the warmth and how Yuta had automatically wrapped his arms around her had her preening as she nuzzles into his side; causing the taller male to chuckle quietly. All whilst skilfully ignoring the jealous and annoyed glare that Haku tossed his way. “Well, aren’t you the lucky one. How did you get into Jujutsu High, then? Since you need a reference and all.”

“Gojo-sensei was the one who scouted me,” Yuta explained simply, trying to bite back a smirk at the brief look of shock that passed Haku’s face. Like any other child who had grown up in the jujutsu world, Haku has heard of the powerful Gojo Satoru; and was aware of the older man’s knack for not really caring for anything or anyone that isn’t him. So it was definitely a shock to Haku that the Gojo Satoru was the one who picked Yuta up from whatever sorry excuse of a school he was in and enrol him as a student. “Did he know? I must say, I am quite impressed by that.”

Yuta just hums, his dark eyes still staring over at the other man; who didn’t want to back down either. Y/N finally caught onto the staring contest the two men were having with one another; awkwardly squirming in between the both of them before she gently paws at Yuta’s chest. “I want more of those fruit tarts,” She mumbles softly to Yuta once the man turned his eyes towards him, jutting her bottom lip out briefly to add the affect to her puppy eyes. And just like that Yuta forgot about Haku as he gave her an adoring smile, nodding his head quietly to her request. “Alright babe, we can go and grab more fruit tarts.”

With that Yuta nodded at Haku and turned away with Y/N, humming quietly at whatever exciting tale Y/N was telling; arm still wrapped around her protectively as he turned them both around to walk towards the dessert table. Yet he didn’t forget about the man behind him, whose eyes he felt burning holes into his back the further they walked away from him. Wordlessly Yuta turned his head back a little so he can look over his shoulder, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he saw Haku’s face marred with a scowl of jealousy. 

Yuta moved his hand from where it was wrapped around her waist up her back slowly, his hand finding itself on the back of her neck where he gripped at it lightly. Y/N didn’t even mind his movements, only letting out a giggle when he dragged her towards him to press a loving kiss against her forehead. To her, Yuta was just being sweet; so she just happily rest her head on his shoulder to get more attention from her usually shy boyfriend. 

He in turn lets out a soft chuckle, yet his gaze was still firmly locked with Haku’s whilst they continued to walk further away from him; his eyes sending the message that Haku had long lost their little ‘game’ of tug of war. It wasn’t like Haku had a chance to begin with - but Yuta was still going to take the chance to rub the fact that Y/N was with him into Haku’s face. 

It was only fair he did so after everything the man put him through. 

“By the way, the bartender said that we should head over together. Free mixed drinks on him. Alcohol-free, of course,” Yuta said as he turned to face Y/N with an innocent smile on his face, to which Y/N just blinked her eyes at him before she pursed her lips together with a soft hum. “Hmm, sure. I would love to try those non-alcoholic cocktails all over the internet!,” Y/N commented with a smile on her face, to which Yuta chuckles before he leans down to press another kiss to her cheek; his affection causing Y/N to grow giddy as she cuddles into his side with a wide smile. 

The next time Yuta found himself at the bar, he was definitely more relaxed then he was before; instead of being alone, he had Y/N perched in his lap like a prised cat. One of her arms was resting on the arm he had around her waist, her nails tracing along his veins lightly whilst the other was resting on the bar so she can prop her chin up. At the moment she was chatting up the older bartender from before, who was enamoured by the adorable girl that Yuta has the pleasure to call his girlfriend. Riku and Hatori did join them after a little, so Yuta left the trio together so they can gossip about everything new they’ve heard about their ex-classmates. 

Fortunately for them, Haku and his friends had ‘conveniently’ decided to chill at the bar as well; and somehow they just had to take a few seats just opposite from where him and Y/N were seated at. Yet Yuta just gave Haku a casual smile as he raised an eyebrow; wordlessly greeting him as if he can’t feel the annoyance coming off of Haku. 

As if to rub salt into the wound, Yuta nuzzles his cheek into Y/N’s hair; his chin resting on her shoulder from where he was fed a bite from half of the tart she was nibbling on before she lost interest in. His eyes though were staring dead at Haku’s when an idea that came into mind, one that had him pulling away from Y/N’s shoulder so he can look at her properly. Riku and Hatori had briefly turned away to ask about what was in their drink, which was the perfect time for Yuta to put his plan in motion.

Instead of answering her questioning look he just rests his large hand at the side of her neck, using his thumb to gently tilt her chin towards him. Without saying another thing he leans forward to look his lips with hers, not stopping her when she leans forward to deepen the kiss. Although he was enjoying the kiss, he did peel one eye open lazily to look at Haku; enjoying how the man seem to be shaking with pure anger. A soft smirk tugged at the side of Yuta’s lips once more as he nips at Y/N’s bottom lip, chuckling softly at the quietly giggle that Y/N let out before she wrapped her arms around him happily. 

Okay, maybe he was being just a little petty.

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PURE [5] - Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

A/N: It’s been a while.  

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PURE [5]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix’s voice sounded out when the man repeated the same question for what seemed like the third time since he joined the call. The number of players showed 7 of them, which meant that they were still missing three people. Sure, they could start the game now, but it would be way more enjoyable and funny with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Toast will be here any moment. “Sykkuno replied right away. “He just texted me; he should join us in a few.”

“Cool. Anyone else?” 

“I think Corpse was also supposed to join us, right? Not sure though why he isn’t here yet.” 

“Oh, yeah, Corpse will be here soon too!” Jack suddenly chimed in with an explanation. “He said he needed to take care of something first, but he’ll be here before we start.” 

“Great. But that means we’re still one person short.” Felix hummed when Toast’s little astronaut appeared in the lobby “Hey Toast."

“Hey man.”

“Do you have anyone coming?”

“I’m afraid not. I asked MrBeast, but he’s busy, so...”

“Well then, we can just start when Corpse is here, and maybe we’ll find someone in the meantime?” Dave suggested, earning a few hums of approval from the other players. 

“Yeah, I think that’s the best option...” Jack agreed. But then his voice blared out in everyone’s headphones with excitement. “Ha! Corpse is bringing someone!” 

“Who?” 

“I dunno, he just texted me he has one coming and that’s all.” 

“Hm, all right. Let’s wait then.”

***

Corpse fidgeted with his phone, glancing between its screen and the chat in his stream. People were already asking countless questions, but rather than answering them, he was waiting for Y/N to call him. He was nervous - the girl still hadn’t commented on his request. 

The idea to invite her to the lobby wasn’t spontaneous. In fact, he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now, but never found the courage to actually ask if she would like to join them for the game.

It’s been almost a month now since that memorable phone call. A month since Y/N last played with her friends; a month since she considerably reduced her social media usage. 

Sure, she was still active on her youtube channel, but not as much as before the whole haters situation. No matter how hard she tried to just ignore them and simply continue her career, she just couldn’t. There were still these nagging thoughts at the back of her mind, reminding her of all those people and their comments, their messages. It seemed like a good idea to take a short break and sort everything out.

Her fans understood it. They were obviously sad that her videos weren’t as frequent as before, but everyone knew what the situation looked like and that Y/N needed some time for herself. 

Her audience knew it, and so did her friends. Especially Corpse. 

The man kept his word and talked to the girl whenever she wanted to. Which, in the end, was almost everyday. Although at the beginning their conversations mostly focused on her current problem and dealing with it, their topics broadened over the time. 

At one point though, Y/N started worrying that maybe she’s annoying him with her so frequent calls. She thought that she shouldn’t bother him that much - even if talking to him was what really helped her cope with her problems. He already had enough on his plate, and sharing her own concerns with him suddenly seemed like a very selfish thing to do.

But she quickly realized how wrong she was for thinking like that. When one day she didn’t call, figuring out that she should stop troubling him with her own issues, she was very surprised when Corpse reached out to her himself. He expressed how worried he got when she didn’t call, and when she explained what was the reason, he spent the next fifteen minutes lecturing her that she should never think she’s bothering him. 

From that day on, they talked every single day. And they talked about almost everything.

Corpse enjoyed their late night-talks more than anything. He liked to listen to Y/N talk about the things she finds exciting, her hobbies, and her dreams. Hell, she could talk about what she ate for breakfast, and he would still listen with interest. 

And even though they haven’t seen each other in person, even though she still hasn’t seen his face, they managed to get really close during those past weeks. For an outside observer (who also didn’t have access to Twitter) they would seem like a couple of very good friends.

But not for Corpse.

He couldn’t pinpoint when exactly did it happen. They were talking one evening and Y/N was telling him about the TV series she had finished watching recently. He listened intently and watched as her facial expressions changed from excited to frustrated, as she was enumerating everything she liked and disliked about the series finale.

And then he suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, and simply couldn’t take his eyes off her. 

He tried to play it off and act as if nothing changed, but he couldn’t stop his heart from doing backflips whenever she laughed at one of his dumb jokes or called him partner. It was still a running joke between them and among the group of their friends, but there was something in the way she said it that made him instantly smile like an idiot. 

He also started paying more attention to the hashtags on Twitter and Instagram. #PartnersInCrime was still rather popular, even though it was a month since anyone last used this phrase on stream. Corpse also found out that #Y/Nforthebride was trending for some time; he even managed to stumble across a few fanarts. 

There was this urge to send them to Y/N, but he was too nervous that it would make things awkward between them... After all, he didn’t know how she felt about that whole shipping thing. 

That’s why he decided to just leave things between them as they are, and be happy that he’s at least her friend.  

Corpse nearly jumped out of his skin, when he was brought back to reality by the sound of an upcoming FaceTime call. Y/N’s photo appeared on his screen, her smiley face which he had assigned as her contact photo. His lips corners curled up in a smile almost unwittingly. 

“Hey Y/N/N” he said after answering the call. 

“Hi Corpse” she smiled softly upon hearing his voice. Although the screen on her side was dark, she didn’t mind not seeing Corpse’s face. She respected his wish to remain faceless and enjoyed their conversations anyway. 

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Just editing the new video. I guess I’ll upload it in the morning... but I’m not sure yet.”

“Well let me know then, I wanna be the first one to see it.” 

“Sure thing, Corpse” she chuckled, lowering her gaze bashfully. Corpse just looked at her face for a moment, unable to stop smiling to himself. Then he remembered why they were talking in the first place.

“So... have you seen my text?” Y/N sighed at his question but nodded her head slowly. “And what do you think?”

“I don’t know, Corpse...” she ran a hand through her hair in a nervous gesture. “...if that’s a good idea, I mean.”

“Well, it’s been a while. No pressure though, if you don’t wanna play then it’s totally fine.” he quickly clarified. “I just thought it would be fun if you joined us, even if just for a moment. I’m sure everyone would go crazy.” 

Her smile widened slightly at his words, but she still didn’t look convinced. Sure, it was tempting to join them. She wanted to do it each time Sean or Felix bombarded her with messages and codes to the lobby, both inviting her to join the group in the game. But then she remembered how people reacted to her appearance in their streams... and suddenly it didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

“We’re gonna play on Polus...” he added after a moment when she still didn’t say anything. “That one map with the planetary base... there’s a lava pit, y’know. Just saying...”

She laughed wholeheartedly at his words, remembering their last game when Corpse jumped into the lava for her. 

“Sykkuno’s gonna be there as well” Corpse continued. “And I promise I won’t kill you this time.”

“Even if I’m the last player alive?” she joked.

“Even then, Y/N.”

Corpse stifled a laugh, as she cocked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes slightly as if trying to spot him in the darkness. 

“Are you streaming, Corpse?” she then asked.

“Not yet. I’m gonna start the stream as soon as you say yes, though.”

“Oh c’mon” she laughed at his words “That’s emotional blackmail!” 

“Maybe. Is it working?” he asked.

Y/N let out a heavy breath and ran a hand down her face. Corpse watched in anticipation as she seemed to have some internal battle with herself. He hoped that she’s gonna agree, he really missed playing with her. 

“All right, then.” she suddenly said, and his breath hitched in his throat. “I’m gonna stay for a few rounds I guess...”

“Wait, really?” he asked, a smile on his face only widening. 

“Well, yeah, partner.” she replied, which made his cheeks go warm “Your imposter techniques haven’t been very effective lately... Someone needs to help you out, or you’re gonna lose your title of the king of the Imposters.” 

“Oh, is that’s how it is now?” he laughed in fake shock. “I wouldn’t have to worry about losing the title if my accomplice hadn’t left me all alone!” 

“All right, all right.” she giggled at his accusations. “Your accomplice is on her way to support you.” 

Corpse smiled even wider at the sound of her laughter. Her eyes shined with happiness when she was giggling, which only brought out their E/C color. The fact that his stupid babbling was the reason for her smile was making him feel extremely proud of himself.  

“But just so you know... I still have no idea how this map works, so I’m afraid I’m gonna need you to guide me around it...”

“Y’know you could as well just say you want to hang out with me...”

“Corpse!” she laughed, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment. 

“Just kidding Y/N” he chuckled at her reaction. “Of course I’m gonna guide you, don’t worry.”

“Okay then...” she said after a moment, looking at the screen again. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Will you send me the code, please?”

“Sure I will, Y/N” 

“Okay. See you later, partner” she smiled brightly. 

“See you, partner.” 

When Y/N ended the call, Corpse let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, before moving to sit behind his desk.

It was only after he started the stream that he realized he was blushing. Not only because Y/N would join them, but because there was also another thing he wanted to ask her about, but didn’t find the courage to yet... 

***

By the time Y/N turned on her computer and started the game, Corpse has already sent her the code, and there was a Discord invite waiting for her as well. She bit her lip nervously as her heartbeat quickened. 

Was she nervous? As hell. 

She did everything she could to avoid being in unnecessary spotlight since she started receiving those hate messages. Perhaps escaping the problem wasn’t the best solution, but it definitely was a comfortable one. People wouldn’t have a reason to hate on her if she disappeared. 

But then she couldn’t say no to Corpse. And truth to be said - she really missed playing with her friends. From what she’d seen on Twitter, the lobby would be filled with those she’d already played with, so she wasn’t that nervous before the game. What she was nervous about though, was how people would react.

Accepting Corpse’s request was something she did due to the sudden rush of courage. And now there was no coming back.

She knew Corpse would understand if she changed her mind... but she heard how excited he was when she had agreed. She couldn’t do it to him. 

So, once she’d taken a deep breath and put her headphones on, Y/N accepted the invite and braced herself for the inevitable chaos that was bound to take place in the call. She decided to wait with joining the lobby though - at least until they realize she’s with them. 

“..the fuck you’re talking about?!” Felix’s voice was the first thing she heard, which made her roll her eyes with a smile. “It’s not my fault I sound like that! At least I don’t have a liar voice like Rae!” 

“HEY!” the girl yelled “I don’t have a liar voice!”

“You do, you’re using it even now!” Jack argued, much to Rae’s dismay. 

“What is going on here” Corpse’s deep voice sounded out suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re here! Finally” Sykkuno immediately welcomed him with his always happy voice. 

“Yeah, sorry that I’m late guys.”

“No worries, man” Pewdiepie spoke up again. “We were just talking about playing the voice card and that you’re basically the only one who can do it.” 

“Not fair at all!” Rae chimed in, making Corpse chuckle. 

“The voice card...” he hummed after a moment, before adding. “I wouldn’t really say I’m the only one though...”

“Well who else then? Everyone else either starts laughing or have a liar voice” Dave asked, and Rae scoffed at the last words.

“Well what about my guest?”

Y/N inhaled sharply, realizing that now she should probably reveal herself. 

“Oh, right! Who you’re bringing man?” Sean asked with curiosity.

That’s when Y/N typed in the game code, and her white astronaut appeared in the lobby. 

“Wait, who’s- HOLY SHIT” Sean all but yelled, when realization hit him. Y/N laughed loudly at his reaction, and her voice only seemed to prove to everyone that she really was there. 

“KIDDO WHAT THE FUCK” Felix reflected Jack’s response, yelling over his friend.

“Oh my god, hi!”

“What a surprise!” Y/N managed to catch Sykkuno’s words. “It’s so amazing to have you here, Y/N/N!” 

“As I live and breathe.” another voice spoke up, and Toast’s little astronaut came face to face with her white bean. “My lifelong nemesis. Back here snap my neck again, huh?”

“Yeah, happy to hear you too, Toast” Y/N giggled at his words, then she adressed the whole group. “Hi guys.”

“Okay I did not expect that in the slightest” Sean laughed happily “You’re here kiddo!” 

“I am” she smiled from ear to ear, even though they couldn’t see her. 

“Wait- Corpse, is that the thing you had to take care of?” her best friend asked Corpse with suspicious voice. 

“Well...” he trailed off and cleared his throat, making everyone laugh.

“That’s so great Y/N! We missed you so much!” Rae thundered over the bickering of the boys. “The game hasn’t been the same without you...”

“Agreed. I suddenly stopped dying.” Toast commented, making her roll her eyes with a laugh. 

“I don’t know if I should be happy or fucking scared right now.” Felix laughed nervously. “With Corpse and Y/N? We’re fucked now, guys.”

“I promise I’ll go easy on you, I haven’t played in so long I think I forgot all my strategies...” 

“Yeah, sure.” Toast’s forever suspicious voice made her smile wider. “Just don’t kill me in the first roung, okay? I won’t vote you off just stay the fuck away from me you little murderer.” 

“Okay, I promise I won’t kill you...” 

She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, and the smile remained on her face even when they started the game. It only seemed to widen, when she saw the sign Imposter on her screen. 

Only to giggle hysterically when she realized that Toast was the other imposter...

And so the game went on with Y/N and Toast cooperating like perfect serial killers. Corpse did as he promised and guided her through the map, both of them being closely followed by Sykkuno. Because of that she’d just sabotage the map most of the time to give Toast opportunities to kill their friends, but eventually managed to sneak out when her two fellow crewmates were doing their tasks. It just so happen that Pewds was walking past her, and she might’ve accidentally snapped his neck... 

“Goddamnit! I knew it! I fucking knew it was you!” Sean yelled once the game was over and Y/N saw the sign VICTORY on her screen, her small character standing next to Toast’s one. He was ejected at some point because Poki managed to walk in on him killing Rae, but Y/N remained undetected until the very end. Perhaps the fact that Corpse was one of the two crewmates who were left alive had something to do wtih it...

“That was rude” Pewds said in a whiny voice, clearly referring to their encounter which led to his death. “I was just happily walking around, doing my tasks like a good crewmate, and then boom! Y/N happened” 

“I would say I’m sorry... but I’m really not” she laughed, making Felix gasp in shock.

“That’s what happens when you work with Toast!” 

“Good game, Y/N. That was amazing” the man in question said appreciatively. 

“Will you finally forgive me for killing you that one time if I say that being imposters with you was cool?” she laughed nervously. 

“Actually... Yeah, I guess we can bury the hatchet now. AND we should team up more in the future.”

“Great!” 

“Excuse me, what?” Corpse’s voice made the whole lobby laugh. “I don’t remember us cancelling our partnership, Y/N.”

“Corpse...” 

“Are you trying to steal my accomplice from me Toast?” 

“Well she’s a great partner in crime after all...” Toast deliberately used the phrase, making Corpse gasp.

“Hey! She’s my partner! Find yourself your own, Toast” Corpse joked, making Y/N laugh bashfully, her cheeks warming up at his words. 

“Yeah yeah, I remember, don’t worry man. No one’s gonna take your partner in crime away from you...” Toast’s teasing voice made them all laugh, Corpse and Y/N included. 

For the next few rounds Y/N played as a crewmate, running around the map with either Corpse or Sykkuno and doing her tasks. During meetings they joked and laughed, and for a moment, she stopped thinking about what people watching her friend’s streams might think about her presence. After all, there was at least a small chance that they didn’t think about it at all, and simply enjoyed watching their favoirte youtubers. Just as she enjoyed playing with her friends. 

Oh, and by the way, Corpse kept his promise and didn’t kill her even when she was the last player alive...

It was soon time when everyone started slowly leaving the lobby, having played for over three hours. Y/N also said her goodbyes to the others and promised that she’d join them to play a game called Raft next week. 

When she turned her computer off and threw herself on her bed, Y/N immediately grabbed her phone to call Corpse. He answered right away. 

“Well hello, partner...” she rolled her eyes with a smile when he accented the last word. “Or should I say, traitor, instead?” 

“Corpse... you know I would never betray you...” 

“Well how can I be so sure, now that I know how cool it is to be imposters with Toast?” she knew he was joking, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

“Not nearly as cool as it is with you, Corpse” Y/N grinned from ear to ear when Corpse scoffed. 

“I spare your life so many times and that’s what I get in return? You cheat on me with Toast?” he said in disbelief “I’m disappointed, Y/N, I really am.”

“I would never!” she laughed through her words, even though her cheeks were now red because of Corpse’s words. “You’re the best partner in crime, Corpse, I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else!” 

Not only in the game, she thought.

“Hmm, alright. Let’s say I believe you.” he said after a moment of thinking. 

“I mean it, Corpse...” Y/N said after calming down from her laughter. “I... I really wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” he asked, genuinely surprised. 

“Well, first of all for inviting me to today’s game... I really had lots of fun, it was great to play and talk with the others. And I wouldn’t be in the lobby if not for you...” Y/N mumbled, before verbalizing her previous thoughts. “And I also wanted to thank you for just... you know... being my friend. My real life partner in crime. I just wanted you to know I’m really glad I met you...” 

Corpse was silent for a good few moments, and Y/N started panicking that maybe she said something wrong, or maybe he found her spontaneous confession funny, or worse, dumb. She was almost ready to somehow laugh it all off, when his voice cut her off.

“Thank you, Y/N. It really means a lot to me too.” he sounded like he had some troubles with speaking, which made Y/N furrow her brows in worry.

“Is everything okay, Corpse?” 

“Yeah, I...” he stuttered, then laughed nervously. “I just didn’t expect that and... yeah. It’s not something I hear on a daily basis, especially from someone like you.”

Someone like me? 

 “But what you said... it’s mutual.” he said after a moment, and Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning like an idiot. “You’re the best partner in crime I could ask for. And not only in the game.” 

She could as well just pass out there and there...

“So uhm... there was one thing I wanted to ask you...”

“Yeah?”

“I was wondering if maybe... you know, if you’d have some time... and if you’d want to of course... would you maybe like to visit me here in San Diego?”

Yeah, passing out seems like a good idea. 

***

This is not the last part. 

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