#fluff!

[ghost-with-a-teacup]

You know how in the movie, Miles mom gets angry when he says, ‘whatever’ can you do that with latina!wife for Miguel?

𝐘𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Wife!Reader

Summary: Miguel hasn't had a proper night's rest in days, and quite frankly you missed him. Too bad he's too swamped with work to notice.

Warnings: None! Just a silly lil fic.

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You know those days where you’re just teetering on the edge? It could be for absolutely no reason at all, or maybe a collection of things, all you knew was that it just makes every action you take frustrating.

Well, that was you today.

Granted it wasn’t for no reason. Yesterday, Miguel had promised to come back home for dinner and sleep in his own bed, because for the last few days he had been swamped with work and mission reports. You understood the work he did was important, truly, but you missed him. That, and he was a chronic overworker who would only stop when he collapsed from exhaustion, and you were not going to let it get to that point.

It was getting tiring having to beg him to come back to rest, even for a moment. Spider powers or not, everyone needs a break.

“Uh oh…” you hear Lyla say as you march into the monitoring room, but you continue to press onward.

“Miguel!” you call up to him, but he doesn’t even bother turning around to face you, rummaging through papers and swiping through screens.

“Querida, is there something you need?” he asks nonchalantly like nothing was wrong.

“Yes! There is, actually. What happened to coming home yesterday, hm~?” you say, irritation rising in your voice.

“Oh…is it already the next day?” he asks, still not looking toward you. “I’m sorry, vida mía. I guess I got carried away, I’ll try to be back later alright?” he says, trying to placate you.

“You can’t keep going on like this Miguel, it’s not healthy. One evening of a break won’t hurt. Hell, I’ll even help you out with paperwork, and Lyla can too. So come home tonight, alright? For me, please?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he says without thinking, only half listening to you.

“Excuse me?” you say, your voice stone cold and immediately Miguel stiffens, slowly turning toward you with a sheepish look on his face.

“Vida mía,” he says, his expression apologetic as his platform begins to lower to the floor. You don’t have the patience to wait for it though, choosing to swing up with your webs and meet him at his level.

“Miguel O'Hara, who do you think you’re talking to?" you say lowly. "I’m not one of your subordinates, I am your wife,” Your hands are planted on your hips as you look up at him annoyedly.

“I know, I know,” he says hurriedly, “I’m sorry. I said it without thinking.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. We’re going home, now,” you say, grabbing his hand and leaving no room for argument. “Lyla, have Jess take over for the rest of today, alright?”

“Aye, aye, captain!” she says, snickering at the interaction between the two of you.

“Querida, there’s still so much work I have to do,” he says, resisting your pull but you continue to drag you along.

“Should have thought of that before you said ‘whatever’ to me, Miguel,” you say, but sigh. “I’m only trying to look out for you, is that so bad?”

He pauses, studying your worried expression that was because of him. It caused a wave of guilt to wash over him after he disregarded your care for work instead.

“I know…alright, let’s go home sweetheart,” he says, finally relenting as he presses a kiss to your forehead. Immediately you light up, grasping his hand tighter.

“I’ll make your favourite today, and we can take a bath later if you’d like?” you suggest.

“I would love that, tesoro.”

A/N: Thank you for reading!

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[aithusarosekiller]

James gets really bad panic attacks and he needs closed spaces and pressure when it happens so he'll either jam himself into the smallest possible alcove (like me) or find somebody he trusts to hold him really tightly until he feels better (lmao not like me)

Which is usually one of his friends but one day he's just been feeling awful and it properly hits when he's in his dorm with Reg (the others all snuck out for the night) and he clings to him until the anxiety and adrenaline is gone, at which point he passes out and Reg just stays there with him to keep him safe incase he wakes up

so when the others walk in an hour later and see James sleeping, looking extremely exhausted and with Reg wrapped around him, glaring at them, they all sort of realise what's going on and just...ignore it

They don't even question why regulus was there in the first place bc they don't want to be too loud and startle James so they just sit and whisper among themselves while James snuggles into his (not so secret) boyfriend's arms for a few hours

#jegulus #starchaser #fluff! #see I can write cute stuff #I am capable of fluff

[liss-art]

Orosasutober 2023!

Day 13. RISE

#FLUFF! #digital art #fanart #naruto #by liss art #orochimaru #uchiha sasuke #orosasu #orosasutober #mitsuki #inktober #inktober 2023

[bellysoupset]

can you write a fic where jon thinks that he screwed up an important test and gets super anxious so much so that on results day he’s puking and refusing to eat until he gets the results only to realize that he did amazing? and caretaker leo

Leo was really cozy, his head buried in the pillows. He could vaguely feel JD purring against his stomach, her little body pressed up against his and moving with her breathing as she slept. The room was cold, but he was warm and he didn't want to get up at all.

Vaguely he wondered why he had even woken up, hand reaching out blindly for Jonah's shoulder... And met nothing. Leo frowned in his sleep, before a noise caused him to open his eyes in alarm.

Jonah throwing up.

Leo raised his head, "Jon?" he called, slightly alarmed. His boyfriend wasn't in bed, but the bathroom door was open, hence the loud noise. Still sleep drunk, Leo stumbled out of the bed and into the bathroom.

Jonah was standing in front of the toilet, one hand planted to the wall before him, half bent at the waist as he spat the sour taste in his mouth. Leo frowned, rubbing his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Instead of answering him, Jon swallowed convulsively, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to keep from throwing up again. Leo yawned, holding a fist in front of his mouth and sleepily trying to make sense of the situation.

This clearly wasn't vertigo, so his brain was struggling to find it in it to worry.

"Did you eat something off?" Leo asked, his voice still raspy, walking further in and grabbing the glass they left on top of the sink to wash their mouths, filling it up with water.

Jonah's shoulders were trembling, but there was no heat radiating from him. Quite the opposite, he was cold to the touch. Only then did Leo realize his boyfriend was shirtless.

"Why in tarnation are you shirtless, Jon?"

Jonah let out a chuckle, that quickly turned into a whimper as he pressed his eyes to the inner part of his arm that was resting on the wall, "it was suffocating me."

"What's wrong, baby?" Leo was slightly more awake now, "are you done here? Can you come back to bed?"

"Which question you want me to answer?" Jonah scoffed, flushing the toilet and pulling back. He still looked dangerously grey, sweat collection on top of his lip as he leaned over the sink to wash his mouth.

"Uhm, you're fine," Leo concluded with a yawn, planting a hand in the middle of his back and rubbing up and down, "let's go back to bed, I'll rub your tummy. You can snuggle with JD."

"Told you..." Jonah let out a little soft burp and cringed, closing his eyes, "t'stop... letting her on the bed."

"Shhh, don't even think about it," Leo grinned, rolling his eyes and pressing his thumb and index to the back of Jonah's neck, rubbing gentle circles there, "poor baby."

"Shut the fuck up," Jonah groaned, without any heat to his voice, sounding almost a little embarrassed. His tentative smile slipped out as he mumbled a soft, "oh no," and lurched back to the toilet, this time dropping to his knees as he heaved.

Leo felt a little more awake now, as he crouched down next to his boyfriend and rubbed his back, coaxing him to breathe. Nothing came up but a few specks of spit and some burps, but Jonah was still panting as his stomach calmed down.

"Jon?" Leo brushed his curls back from his forehead, pressing his hand to it, "baby, talk with me? You're freaking me out here."

Jonah let out a groan, pulling back from the toilet and forcing himself back up again, this time swaying a little, enough that Leo grabbed his bicep to steady him.

"Jon-"

"I'm okay," he interrupted, leaning over the sink and swishing water around in his mouth, before spitting it out again, "my stomach's just a mess, I'm fine, I swear."

"Listen to yourself," Leo rolled his eyes, tugging at his arm, "come to bed, it's freezing here. What's wrong with your stomach?"

"It's just nerves," Jon allowed Leo to push him sitting on the bed and hunched over, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Unlike when he ate something off, there was no puffiness whatsoever.

Leo frowned, turning around to grab Jon something else to wear and settling for a thick creamy cardigan, it buttoned up and had a v-neck that wouldn't suffocate him, "here, put this on before you catch your death."

"That's not how contagion works at all," Jonah mumbled, but put the cardigan on, before shuddering with the cold, "I'm fine, stop looking at me like that."

"Like you just threw up your guts?"

"It was nowhere near that much."

Leo wrinkled his nose, crawling on the bed and falling on his side. He opened a pleased smile as JD immediately moved closer to him, so she could curl up near his neck.

"Lie down," Leo said, grabbing the back of Jonah's cardigan, "c'mon, lie down."

Jon groaned, slipping under the blankets and rolling closer, so he could press the top of his head to Leo's shoulder meeting the mattress, starting to gently pet JD and causing her eyes to close into little lines.

"She's purring like crazy," Leo smiled, turning his head so he could press his lips to Jon's temple, "what are you thinking about that's so horrible it made you sick?"

"The residency roll out is going to be today," Jonah mumbled, clearly not wanting to even think about it, "so I'll know if I got into cardiology or not..." his voice drifted off and Leo let out a huff.

"And you're worried? Baby, you're the best of your class," he rolled his eyes, squeezing Jonah a little tighter, "you could've gotten in any residency, Jon."

"I don't know, I think I kinda fucked the interview," Jonah rolled away, flat on his back and grabbed JD, pulling her to snuggle on top of him. The cat let out an indignant meow, slapping his chin lightly with her paw and then moving so she could curl up near his armpit, huffing.

"Fucked the interview?"

"I'm not the most likeable person," Jonah said and although he was trying to be nonchalant about it, he sounded quite bothered. Leo frowned, moving closer so he could cup Jon's face.

"You're not nearly as mean as you wanna think you are," he said, glaring at his boyfriend, "all you have is a chronic case of resting bitch face, you're one of the most caring people I know and you're a brilliant doctor. They'll take you in, Jon."

Jonah's brows dipped and he shrugged, looking scarily close to tears before he nodded and turned his head slightly, hiding it on the pillow "can we just cuddle?" he asked in a small voice and Leo promptly wrapped his arms and legs around him, like an octopus.

"Absolutely," Leo smiled, squeezing him and Jon let out a little groan at being squished like that, squirming so they could hug properly.

It was still really early on Saturday morning and Leo found himself starting to float in and out of conscience, still stroking Jon's back, occasionally letting his hand stop near where JD was purring in her sleep.

He felt Jonah slump into his arms, starting to relax, but then Leo' stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly. They were pressed together, so there was no pretending Jon didn't hear it.

"You should go eat," he said, pulling back and Leo squeezed his shoulders, keeping him put.

"I'm fine, really," he said, stopping Jon from breaking apart in the hug. Jonah let out a soft chuckle, removing Leo's arms from around him.

"Go eat."

"Urgh," Leo groaned, sitting up and rubbing his own stomach. It was hollow, completely empty, "fine. What do you want from the kitchen?"

"Nothing," Jonah shook his head, gulping down, "I'm good."

"You're still nauseous?" Leo frowned, reaching for him and cupping Jon's cheeks, "baby, you have to eat something, you already got sick, you'll just make the nausea worse if you don't."

Jonah grimaced, sitting up on the bed and nodding. Instead of answering Leo, he got up and silently followed him to the kitchen, JD following him closely, playing the hem of his pants.

Leo walked straight to the fridge. He hadn't realized he was hungry, but now that he was aware of it, it felt like he was starving. He pulled out a cartoon of eggs, some cheese, milk and butter, before looking over his shoulder.

"Grab me a bowl, would you?" he asked, eyeing Jonah up and down.

It was so wild that Jon was stressing this much about getting in, when it was pretty much a given that he would. Leo had already bought his gift, a beautiful thick white coat with Dr. Jonah Banks, MD embroidered to the right side of his chest, with space under for his specialty and his initials embroidered on the cuffs.

"Here," Jonah passed him a small bowl and then leaned against the kitchen sink as Leo cracked the eggs and started beating the ingredients together, "what if I don't get in?"

Leo frowned, the thought hadn't ever occurred to him. In his mind Jonah was already matched and working. He continued whisking the eggs as he turned to look at Jon, "then you apply next year again, babe and you can keep working at the hospital even if you don't get a residency."

"If I'm hired," Jonah said forlornly, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "which I wouldn't be, because who's gonna want a denied resident."

"You're not even graduated yet and you already have people who specifically ask for you at the ER," Leo rolled his eyes, "they'd be silly not to hire you and if they don't, there's other places you can work at. A million clinics."

"I need to have a residency for those," Jonah grumbled and Leo cringed at him finding every viable obstacle to justify his panic.

"Not for all of them. Besides, this is not a conversation we should even be having, because you'll get in. I already know it," he poured the omelet mixture in the frying pan and then moved closer to Jonah, grabbing the front of his cardigan, "take a deep breath, Jon."

Jonah obeyed, ducking his head so Leo couldn't see his eyes and then blonde let out a sigh, leaning in and pressing a haphazard kiss to Jonah's brow, "I believe in you."

"I think I'm gonna throw up again," Jonah answered instead of acknowledging Leo's words, wrapping both arms around his stomach, "I really don't feel well."

"Go sit down by the couch, I'll bring you some tea and your vertigo cookies. They should be bland enough," Leo eyed the frying pan, one hand going up Jon's back without any thought behind it.

Jonah nodded, quietly, moving away and JD let out a meow, confused as of why everyone was in the kitchen and not filling up her bowl.

"Here, you spoiled cat. Breakfast for you too," Leo scoffed, crouching down to fill her bowl up and pressing a kiss between her ears. He folded the omelet, leaving it to finish cooking and put the kettle on, sorting through the box where Jonah kept all his tea packets.

Leo couldn't remember the last time he had drunk tea, but Jonah, in true English fashion, had it almost every day, when he was not chugging coffee. Lately he was drinking more coffee than tea.

He found the peppermint one and then tilted his body back, so he could look at Jon in the living room. He was curled up on his side on the couch, as if watching television, except the TV was turned off. Leo sighed, it broke his heart to see him so unbelieving on himself, it wasn't like Jonah at all.

"Here, angel," Leo said a couple minutes later, handing Jonah a mug filled with tea and some biscuits, while sitting down holding his own plate. Jonah curled up further so Leo could sit right next to him and took a gulp of the tea, eyeing the omelet with disgust.

"Thanks," he said, nibbling at the biscuits with grimace, "my father will be insufferable if I don't get in the residency."

Leo's eyebrows shot up. He could count in one hand the amount of times in the almost two years they had been together, that Jon had mentioned his father. And it had never been like this, never like his dad actually held any impact in Jonah's life, his words were always amused or simply uninterested.

"Your dad?"

"He was first of his class. Honors graduate from Harvard University," Jonah curled up even more, taking another sip of his tea, "of course he got in his residency first thing, too."

Leo's curiosity was piqued, but he tried not to press for details no matter how much he wanted to. Jon wasn't looking so well and he was worried asking a bunch of questions wouldn't help.

"Uhm... Is he coming next week? For graduation?"

Jonah nodded quietly, then planted a hand in the middle of his chest, massaging it as if a burp was stuck, "Jackie posted all over her Instagram that she's coming, so of course he's coming too."

"Of course," Leo agreed, as if he was in the gossip, "you said they don't like each other."

"That's a way of saying it," Jonah grimaced, then muffled a little sick burp against his fist, "at least Jackie seems genuinely excited about me graduating, Jasper is just..." he made a face, then swallowed thickly.

"Jon-"

"And if I don't get in the residency, then he's going to blow a casket and I normally don't care what he thinks, but it's just- I'm a better doctor than he is. I give a shit. I'm a better person than he is, it's not fucking fair-"

"Babe, calm do-"

"And he's going to make a huge fuss with Jackie too and knowing mom she'll throw the biggest tantrum, which will ruin graduation... That's assuming they'll even show up if I don't get-" he interrupted himself with a sharp gag and Leo, who had already put away his plate in prediction of this, jumped to help.

The next gag morphed into a burp halfway through and regurgitated tea splashed all over Jonah's hands, his half filled mug... He heaved again and more vomit covered his lap.

Leo let out a whine, carefully taking the disgusting mug from him and the ruined cookies that were covered in vomit and trying his best not to gag in disgust. He dumped it all in the sink, before rushing back to the living room.

Jon had wrapped an arm around his belly, his pants had soaked the tea vomit through, so now there was just a big wet spot and a stain at the bottom of his cardigan.

"Aw Jon..." Leo sighed, crouching next to him and using the dishcloth to wipe at his chin and hands, "you're okay, I got you..."

Jon shook his head, his throat working nervously, "still think I'm gonna puke..."

"Okay, okay, can you stand?" Leo wrapped a hand around his arm and Jonah allowed him to pull himself up. Leo meant to take him back to the suite, but Jonah stumbled in the guest bathroom since it was closer, falling down to his knees and pushing the lid open just in time to cough up the rest of the tea.

"Maybe tea was a bad idea..." Leo whispered, lowering himself too and rubbing Jon's back, "it's okay, get it up, then we can go back to bed..."

Jonah heaved again, but his stomach was empty. He let out a whine and Leo wrapped an arm around his back, pulling him closer, "shhh, baby, I got you."

He heard a hiccup, which quickly morphed into a sob and Jon pressed against him, hiding his face on Leo's arm as he tried valiantly not to cry.

"Hey..." Leo hugged him closer, "Jon, you can cry if you want to, it's okay..."

"I'm not gonna cry," Jonah scoffed, although his voice was choked up and Leo let out a huff.

"I cry in front of you all the time," he squeezed the other man, "it's okay, baby..."

A little sniffle answered him, but other than that, just Jonah's difficult breathing as he tried to work through the nausea and nervousness. Across the house Leo heard his phone going off and he stiffened up, so did Jon.

"I gotta pick up..." he said, his voice all hoarse and Leo rolled his eyes.

"No, you don't-"

"I do, what if it's the University?" Jonah rested an elbow on the toilet, spitting inside of it and looking even more pale.

"I'll get your phone, stay here," Leo said, springing up. It was not the university.

Wendy's name was displayed across the front, so Leo picked it up without thinking.

"Wendy, now's not a good time-"

"JON!?" Wendy sounded breathless as she yelled in the phone and Leo cringed, pulling back from the device.

"No, it's Leo. Jonah's not-"

"LEO!" Wendy squealed again, "WHERE'S JON! HE GOT IN! HE GOT IN!!"

Leo's heart plummeted down and he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his voice low, "how do you know that...?"

Wendy was giggling, her excitement was contagious, "I came to the University to get my results and I met with Dr. Stewarts in the hallway and he's the supervisor for cardiology and he asked if Jonah had seen his email, because he got in!! HE GOT IN!!"

"Oh shit, I- I'll call you back, Wendy. I'll have Jon call you," Leo said, his heart starting to hammer away as excitement washed over him too, "bye, thank you, love you-bye," he mumbled the words, hanging up without hearing her answer and then skipped back to the bathroom.

While he was away, Jonah had somehow managed to curl up in an even smaller ball near the toilet and he barely glanced up as he heard Leo enter the bathroom again.

"I didn't get it, right?" he said in a little voice and Leo nearly screamed as he dived down to pull Jonah into a hug.

"YOU GOT IN!" He exclaimed, nearly deafening his boyfriend and pulled back, pressing a kiss over his lips, puke breath be damned. Jonah was still confused, as he pulled back.

"Leo?"

"YOU GOT IN! Wendy just called, Stewarts told her! You got in, Jonah!" Leo rattled him like a toy and Jonah let out a squeak, finally realizing what he was saying.

"I got in!?"

"YES!" Leo shook him again, "you did, of course you did! I knew you would!"

He did not expect Jonah to burst into tears. Leo froze, alarmed, as Jonah's frown cleared up and big fat tears sprung up.

"Oh baby, c'mere-" Leo wrapped his arms around him and Jonah hugged him back immediately, continuing to cry, "shhh- I know, it's a lot..." he smiled, squeezing Jon against him.

Jonah tried to say something, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish and he settled for simply returning the hug, as Leo rocked them and kissed the side of his head over and over.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered, squeezing Jonah until the other man let out a choked up chuckle and said he couldn't breathe.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #nervous sickness #nerves #jonah banks #Fluff! #hurt/comfort

[baronessblixen]

Prompt: 8. "Give me that, before anything happens."

Sequel to day 22 "Cookie Theft And Other Crimes" but can be read as a stand-alone: What happens when Mulder wakes up with Scully in his arms? (Fluff all the way! wc: 1,137)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 27: Christmas With You By My Side

This could be a dream come true; he’s slowly waking up, Scully soft and warm in his arms, still fast asleep and snuggled against him. It would be a dream if it weren’t for the indistinct chatter becoming louder and clearer.

Mulder blinks his eyes open and loses himself in the sight of Scully with her mouth partly open as if she fell asleep in the middle of an argument. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face, afraid it’ll wake her. He’s hoping she’s so used to her family chattering about that they won’t wake her. He was not as lucky.

“Let them sleep a moment longer. It’s still early.” He hears the whispered hiss. That’s distinctively Mrs. Scully. He cracks a small smile. She of all people knows that her daughter needs all the rest she can get.

“Did you not see them?” Bill Jr. is awake too. Mulder is almost sad that he was blissfully asleep when the other man must have seen them down here on the couch together. He takes it all in. There’s a blanket over them so Bill Jr. couldn’t have seen that his sister is draped over him, her leg between his. Her head is resting on his chest, and he tries to keep his breathing even so that she slumbers on. Knowing Scully, she’d feel if something was wrong even in her sleep.

“I think they look cute.” That must be Tara, Bill’s wife.

“Cute? The guy showed up here in the middle of the night and no one even knew about it.”

“Bill, your sister wanted him here.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants.” Mulder takes a deep breath and tries to stay calm. Another glance at Scully to make sure she doesn’t hear any of this. Last night was hard enough. The throbbing in his jaw reminds him of when Bill Jr. discovered him here and showed him exactly what he thought of him. Mulder just took it and he knows he’d do it again. Maybe he shouldn’t have said the thing about him spending the night in Scully’s bedroom, but he couldn’t help himself. They ended up sleeping together anyway. Not in her bed, but why would they do any of this like normal people might? They left normal behind long ago.

“Bill!” Tara says, remembering too late they’re supposed to be quiet. “That’s your sister you’re talking about.” Mulder finds he likes Tara. How she ended up with someone like Bill Jr. remains a mystery. Maybe they can open an X-File on it.

“He’s caused her nothing but pain.” The disdain in Bill Jr.’s words hits Mulder unexpectedly. His eyes find Scully’s face, so peaceful in sleep. Last night all he saw there was hurt and weariness. He held her, let her know she wasn’t alone. And never would be. He made her smile, too. Elicited a small laugh even. Scully has reminded him more than once that none of what’s happened is his fault. Sometimes, though, it’s difficult to remember. What if Bill is right? The guilt gnaws at him.

“It’s not your place to decide who your sister spends her life with.” Mrs. Scully interrupts his pity party. “Fox and Dana have something special. She loves him and he loves her.” Mulder hears a gasp and for a moment isn’t sure if it came from Bill Jr. or out of his own mouth.

“But Mom…”

“You’ll be nice to him at breakfast.” It’s an order so harsh that even Mulder nods. “Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mulder chuckles and that’s when he sees that Scully is looking up at him with a curious expression and the smallest of smiles.

“How long have you been awake?” he asks in a whisper, their faces close together. He should care about morning breath, but he doesn’t.

“Just a moment,” she says, her voice still sleepy.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” She shakes her head, stretching, but not leaving his side. Instead, she snuggles closer and he has to control his breathing again. This time to not let her notice how excited he is. In more ways than one.

“No. It was Bill.” Her tone is laced with annoyance. “His voice has that effect on people.” Mulder just grins at her. “You know he’s wrong, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“When he said that you cause me nothing but pain.”

“You heard that, too?”

“I did, and I want you to get it out of your head. It’s not true. I see that worry line on your forehead there, Mulder.” She touches his forehead with the tip of her finger. “It’s not true.” She says, looking into his eyes. “You hear me?” He nods solemnly, trusting her. If she says it’s not true then all he can do is believe her.

“What about the thing your mother said?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” She’s so obviously lying that he has to laugh. Scully covers his mouth with her hand, not wanting to be found out. For the rest of the house, they’re still fast asleep. “Fine, I heard it.”

“You know it’s true on my end. I told you.”

“We’d just fished you out of the ocean, Mulder. I bet you said I love you to every nurse.”

“I didn’t, and I can just say it again now, Scully. I love you. Your mom is absolutely right about that. And you don’t need to say anything else now. I know how you are in the morning before your coffee. I don’t need the words from you. I know it in here.” He puts his hand on hers, close to his heart. “You follow me to haunted mansions and you let me comfort you when things get too much. I have everything I ever could have asked for.”

Scully doesn’t say anything, but he sees the wheels turning in her head. And then, completely unexpectedly, her mouth is on his. It’s a soft and tame kiss, appropriate for Mrs. Scully’s living room couch. But it’s still the best, most perfect kiss he’s ever received.

“Eww, there are grown-ups on the couch and they’re kissing!” A kid yells and suddenly it’s mayhem.

“They’re what!” Bill Jr. yells.

“Better give me that, before anything happens,” Tara says to either one of the kids or her husband.

“You get back into the kitchen, right now,” Mrs. Scully interferes before Bill can make it to the living room where Mulder and Scully still cling to each other and this moment. More and more people of all ages appear in the living room and Mulder doesn’t know who they are or where they came from. He can’t quite care either because Scully is still smiling at him. It’s already the best Christmas he’s ever had.

#fictober23 #fluff! #i feel happiest when i write it #and a sequel cause people asked for one #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[seokminded]

Svt members x staff reader (she is dating joshua) who has been working with them since debut . The readersn reaction to svt finally winning a daesung eyiwhsjehsjs my brain has been braining

Anon, this is so cute! Seriously though the idea is top-notch. TYSM! I present to you:

DAESANG

Pairing: Joshua ✗ staff!r.

Genre: emotional fluff

Warnings: forehead kiss, est. relationship between r. and Joshua, mini-smau included, not proofread, might start the waterworks.

I wanted to make this kinda realistic so you're all in the dressing rooms when you get the news. Anon if u like this, lemme know cause that'll make me happy.

"Y/n what is it? Are you alright?"

You clasped your hand around your ajar mouth as you felt tears prickle your eyes. Looking up you find Joshua's features twist in anxiety.

Your sudden sharp gasp had alerted the team who were all seated in cushioned chairs with professional make-up and hair artists behind them. You had 2 more hours to go before the your team was to perform their recent hit on the Daesang-worthy stage, when you received a text from a close acquaintance who also happened to be the co-host for the evening's event.

"Y/n! Talk to me! What happened?"

Joshua shook you out of your trance and looking at him made the tears roll down your flushed cheeks.

"D-daesang! You guys are finally getting a daesang!"

You choked out and smiled while looking at the other members who mirrored the shock registered on your face a minute ago. Your words had everyone in the room staring at you, praying that you weren't joking.

"Y/n, are you serious? G-guys did you hear that?"

His voice soft and barely above a whisper. Before you could answer him, Seungcheol's voice boomed from behind your boyfriend.

"Who's finally getting a daesang? I need to hear that again Y/n, a lil' louder."

"Leader-nim YOU'RE FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG! SEVENTEEN IS FINALLY GETTING A DAESANG!"

You yelled out enough for the entire dressing room to hear before cheers and claps bombarded your ears. Before you knew it, everyone was up and out of their seats and all the members were rushing toward each other. Before you lost Joshua in the crowd you grabbed the velvet cuff of his jacket and pulled him close. Closing any distance left between you two, you threw your hands around him.

"Shua I'm so proud of you! I know how long you've waited for this!"

With a sweet smile playing on his lips and moisture in his eyes he placed the lightest kiss on the top of your head and replied.

"Hearing this news from you makes this even better."

Pulling away, you smiled and nudged him to go join the other members.

A much-anticipated win like this, had your mind reeling. You recollected the past and your debut days with the team. You thought about the day you gifted Seungcheol a smartphone, when you helped the boys choose a stage name, scheduled their first ever MBC stage, finalized their first MAMA stage outfits, and your first date with Joshua. Some of the most memorable 'firsts'.

You'd seen this team grow from co-trainees to co-workers to family. Through the highs and lows, you'd been by their side and this was a high you didn't wanna come down from.

"Y/n-ah, you're not pranking us right? Cause I'll cry if this isn't real."

"You're already crying though Seokmin. And no, I would never joke about something like this."

Wiping away the tears clinging to his lashes he flashed you a smile.

"Then why're you just standing there? No group hug?"

You heard Jeonghan ask you with a cocked eyebrow as he poked his head out of another members' arms who was giving him a hug.

That was it for you. You couldn't hold back your emotions anymore. Warm tears cascaded down your face as you found your place next to Joshua who wrapped his arm around your waist and used the other to wipe the wetness off of your face.

"Everybody fall in!"

Seungcheol gestured to all the other staff present in the room.

"I really don't know what to say right now so-"

Clearing his throat, loud and clear the walls resonated,

"Say the name!"

This really was the loudest reply you'd heard in all these years. Exuberant and merry.

"SEVENTEEN!"

"We are!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

"Who always wins?"

"SEVENTEEN!"

The room erupted with joyous applause as everyone repeated after him. You looked up at Joshua and whispered.

"Till the last 'say the name'?"

With a glint in his dark eyes, he whispered back.

"Till my last breath. You and me."

Wipe your tears.

WOHOO my first emotional piece.

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#Seokminded.arcv #Artai.writes #Artai.serves #svt #seventeen #svt x reader #FLUFF! #svt fluff #joshua #hong jisoo x reader #joshua x y/n

[naayewolf]

HI! Could you do aged up genya , with his AFAB(assigned female at birth) partner discovering his breeding kink?

‘Trying New Things’  Genya x Fem!Reader

Notes:

1st off .. YES!! I was Ecstatic that I even got a request in the first place, but to have such a wonderful request as this <3 

I hope you don’t mind, I added a thing where Genya is planning on marrying Y/n 😅

Summary:

[So If the Request wasn’t enough..]

Genya and you have been together for over 6 months. You two are very happy in the loving sense, but Genya is planning a proposal .. and he knows that married couples have a more intimate relationship. So, what happens when you find out about what he really wants to do to you~

*Genya and (Y/N) use sex toys on missions when they're away. So while you are both technically virgins, stretch is not an issue.*

TW: 

Breeding,  Sex toys, Creampie, Bedpress, Cuddle sex, First times,  Loss of Virginity, fluff 

You and Genya had been together for over 6 months, and he wanted to bring it up a few levels. He was saving money from demon slaying for a ring, and he planned to propose to you very soon. Thing is .. Our Afro Mullet bubble baby is secretly a freak. Even before you two were together ever since he was of age [We’re gonna go for 18~] He always bought little things to help his urges. A smutty book from villages he passed, an onahole, whatever he could find that would satisfy him. 

When you two got together, he began to use the toys he collected in other ways. .. He would fuck into an onahole alone at a Wisteria Inn fantasising about what it would be like to fill you like he would this toy. He would fantasize about what it would be to breed you. 

Our little Mullet gremlin has rejection issues. He wants to be the best he can be for you. So what would you say when you learned of this? What would you do? Would you dump him? 

It was all too risky, that’s why he chose to just wait on any of those activities.  But you two did sleep in the same bed when one of you wasn’t away on missions, like today. 

~*Present Time*~

“Genya baby, will you lay with me?” You ask from your shared futon. Genya is removing his over-shirt across the room. 

"Of course, my love." He replies, laying his shirt down on his dresser and making his way towards you.

His shirt shows off his figure so perfectly without the purple over-shirt covering it up. 

He lays beside you, careful not to tread on your body. He lays behind you and spoons your body. You reach your hand back to grab hold of his and squeeze softly. 

"My dear, what do you think about starting a family?" You ask him, squeezing his hand tighter. 

He tightens as well hearing your question. He's tense thinking of how to answer. He softens his nerves before hugging his arms around you, your hands still interlocked. 

"Why do you ask?" He finally responds, nuzzling his lips into your neck. You giggle, feeling his face on your neck tickling you. 

"I don't know, I feel it would be a good experience; of course, occupations are important in the decision." You press your body against his looking down to meet his gaze. 

This was what he wanted all along, but now that the chance is presented he is unsure how you will react. "When do you want to try?" 

"Now." You flip your body to look him in the face. He's surprised at your eagerness, his face turning red as he lands and to kiss your lips. 

The kiss turns stronger with more force, and soon you are on top of him. It is the typical sex scene you would see in romance movies. You wrestle around, careful not to hurt each other in your struggle to disrobe quickly.

"Are you sure, we can stop now if you've changed your mind." Genya says, his hands just above your underwear, waiting for your consent to move on. 

You nod, lifting your ass off the ground to make it easier on him to pull them off. He kisses you, rubbing his clothed cock against your bare sex. 

You reach out, pulling his hakama down to reveal that the drapes match the curtains. (I'm voice typing this, I can have a little fun) 

He's huge although hairy, he's of average length, but the width was bigger than anything you've ever seen before. 

Your kiss deepens, as he pushes into your core. The stretch did not hurt due to your 'previous experience'. He pulls his head back, looking into your eyes to make sure that you're unhurt. 

Once he sees that you are fine, he starts slow, but gradually increases his pace. He might have a bit of demonic strength left from his last mission. So he decides to put it to use on you.

The force of his thrusts quicken, he's slowly losing what little control he has over himself.

 The control brakes like a link in a chain, he bedpresses you. Slamming into you repeatedly with no control. He is determined to fill you, to give you the family that you want.

Although the children would be a nice addition to his lust, all he can think about is how hot you're going to look, swelling with his seed. 

When he finally loses stamina at the end of it all, he falls to the side of you hugging you, pressing his hands into your stomach. 

"I'm sorry, things got a bit out of control there." He hugs you lovingly. "Are you hurt?" 

"I'm fine, my dear." You reply, tiredly. "What bothers me is that you kept such want from me." He lets out an embarrassed whine.

 "Not to worry my dear, from now on, up until  we have the family we desire, you can come to me every night." 

He's taken aback by your willingness to be bred. 

"Perhaps while we do, we can try other things, new things."

"I would love that, but now we should really sleep."

#smut! #Genya x Afab!Reader #demon slayer x female reader smut #fluff! #open requests

[gogobo0ts]

Hello lovely! I was wondering if one, I could make another request and two, if I could maybe ask your opionion of a lil short story I'm thinking about writing.

I don't wanna blow up your ask box so i'll just put the request and let you decide on the opion part because I know not everybody likes hearing story lines. xoxoxo

Also my dumbass can't remember if you write for Guns N Roses, so if you don't wanna write this one for Steven i'm fine with Nikki or Tommy <3

Request -

Steven and Sunshine!reader are best friends, and Steven is super protective of her. She's completely unaware that he's head over heels for her (even tho she's in love with him too) and when he gets into a fist fight with Axl for flirting with her he eventually confesses his feelings while she bandages his bleeding knuckles. <33

ofc! if u ever want to discuss ideas for a fic you're writing i'm 100% open <3 xoxo

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE STEVIE 🗣️🗣️🗣️i'm begging guys i don't see enough of him !! <3 he's my lil pookie

not proof-read 💀

Axl invited you to his house party, which was a little odd, but not super unusual. you were one of Steven's closest friends, you'd been supporting him since the beginning. everyone in the band knew you steven wouldn't shut up about you , or at the very least was familiar with your name.

so... it made sense. though, you were starting to regret your decision as you watched duff and slash take what had to be their 10th round of shots. you eyed everyone at the party as you sipped your drink. there were girls you'd seen backstage before, either girlfriends or groupies, and plenty of people you'd never met before. izzy was absolutely nowhere to be found, he probably left actually, and you condemned yourself for not doing the same.

you made your way over to steven, a little beacon of light in the dim party. the only saving grace to this party. his curls bouncing as he chatted away animatedly to a guest.

axl stepped in front of you, blocking your path slightly, "You liking the party?" he asked, grinning at you.

you shrugged, "It's kind of loud... a little overwhelming." you admitted a little shyly.

he leaned against the wall, brushing some of your hair back, "well... if you want, i could take you somewhere quieter." his tone told you everything you needed to know.

"I think-..."

you were interrupted by steven's slurred voice, "absolutely fucking not....?!" he shot axl a betrayed look and pushed him back a bit.

jesus... it all happened so fast, they both were already pretty buzzed. steven took a swing and hit the wall, and axl caught him in a headlock. it was like watching two toddlers fighting over something they both wanted.

"alright, alright. Knock it off." IZZY! (huh, so he hadn't left...? it all made sense once you saw the girl hanging on his arm) Thank god. he seemed to knock some sense into the two, who hesitantly stopped fighting.

axl stormed off to god knows where, leaving steven with a furrowed brow.

"Are you alright, Stevie?" you cooed, gently, "Your hand's bleeding...if you hadn't noticed..."

he looked down at his hand, it was scraped up pretty good, red and tender as blood dribbled onto his fingers and wrist, "oh..." he said quietly, "i'll be ok..."

"here... let's go see if there's a first aid kit around here." you led him to the bathroom, which was surprisingly unoccupied, and sat him down on the edge of the bathtub.

you rummaged around the cabinets for a bit, before pulling out a small first aid kit. you looked around for a rubbing alcohol wipe.

"I don't like the way he looked at you." he murmured under his breath, "he was bein' all weird with you."

"Doesn't mean you should try to punch him for it." you countered as you ripped open the wipe.

"he just wants to fuck around. he doesn't even love you." Steven babbled, hissing a bit as you cleaned his knuckles.

"sorry." you whispered sincerely, grabbing the bandage wrappings.

"But I do. I love you a lot." he sighed, a bit sadly, "A little too much maybe..."

you paused, caught completely off guard, "You...You what...?"

"Oops... I uh..." he couldn't really find an excuse, even if he hadn't been drunk, you can't really come back from that.

you couldn't help but feel a little giddy and laugh. his face turned a deep shade of red, and he was worried for a second until you started to pepper his face in kisses. you smoothed his hair out and kissed him on the lips, cupping his cheeks.

you pulled away after a moment, earning a pout from him, "Hey...."

"You're getting blood on your sleeves... just let me finish patching you up..." you grumbled, a light pink dusting your face. he honestly didn't mind the blood. he was the happiest person at the party, scratch that, in the whole goddamn world. but he let you dress his knuckles, just so you were satisfied.

"so does this mean-...?" he started.

"yeah... I love you too." you smiled, giving him another peck, right on the tip of his nose.

a/n: sorry if this feels rushed i'm bad at pacing 🗣️ i just get excited and splurge on writing basically 💀

#guns n roses #izzy stradlin #axl rose #duff mckagan #saul hudson #steven adler #steven adler x reader #fluff! #this prompt is so cutesy ngl i hope i did it justice

[oh-surprise-its-me]

It's been a very BLAG Day *sits down*

Tell me about a normal day in Jamie & Roy's life. As chaotic or chill as you'd like 😉

Oh darling I hope I can make your day a little better

Time jumps ahead!

-

Jamie rolls over he sighs when his hand hits a thigh. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re answering emails already you freak.” There’s a snort up above him and a hand in his hair. “Hush. Go back to sleep for a while. Don’t gotta leave for another three hours.”

Jamie peels his eyes open. “Three hours? God Roy come back down here and sleep more then. That’s gotta mean it’s 4am.” He flings his arm up high enough to catch Roy’s chest hair. He pulls. Not hard but enough to make Roy know he’s not fucking around. “Ow you shit. Fine.”

Roy snaps the laptop closed and slides back down, Jamie kisses his nose and steals the glasses perched on his nose. “You’re cute.” Roy snaps his teeth at Jamie he slips the glasses off and shoves them onto the shelf in their headboard.

Jamie grins and tucks his head under Roy’s chin. They’ll sleep for at least another hour. Jamie might even be able to convince him into morning sex..

———

Jamie bounced into the coaches room. His hair is braided back into two tiny French braids. Phoebe will be happy to see that he’s gotten better again.

Beard rolls his eyes but smiles at Jamie. Roy glares up. Jamie doesn’t let it stop him. He shoves Roy’s chair back and sits in front of him. “Dinner out tonight? My surprise?”

Roy sighs but puts his hand on Jamie’s thigh. The most affectionate he’ll get in the room. ‘Professionalism and all that shit.’ He rubs his thumb up across Jamie’s thigh. Jamie grabs Roys hand and threads their fingers together.

“Just text me what you want to wear and I’ll wear black.” Beard snorts in his chair. Jamie pouts, he pulls Roy’s hand lightly. “Suit and tie? With color?” Roy sighs dramatically, Jamie knows his tells. He’s putting up a show.

Jamie leaps up off the desk and kisses Roy’s cheek. “Love you! See you later! Be home by 5 yeah?” Roy rolls his eyes. He squeezes the hand still being held. “Love you. I’ll do my best.”

————

That night Jamie is leaned in the bathroom washing his face. He feels arms wrap around his waist. He would smile if there wasn’t so much soap.

“Thank you. Tonight was nice. We needed that.”

Jamie spits out the bit of water that went into his mouth. He grins at Roy in the mirror. “Love you, love doing things with you.” He gets a kiss pressed to his neck. He reaches for the toner. “Love you too you know? Best thing that’s ever happened to me. Brilliant man that fell for me.”

Jamie spins in Roy’s arms he beams up at the older man, he goes on his toes to give him a kiss. His fool. “Same. You’re incredible.” Roy shoves his face into Jamie’s neck. It causes him to giggle. “Big growly teddy bear.” Roy snorts from where his face is. “My sunshine.”

Roy pulls at Jamie until he cuts his routine short with only moisturizer. He’s dragged back to bed and is shoved into it. He bounces when he lands. Roy lays flat on top of him, just like the weighted blanket Jamie sleeps with some nights. Jamie wraps his arms around Roy’s shoulders. Today was good. Easy. Most of their days are easy with each other. Jamie presses a kiss to the top of Roy’s head again before drifting off. He feels Roy kiss his collarbone and thinks about how good Roy is to him. That’s the last conscious thought of the night he has.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #roy kent x jamie tartt #royjamie #roy x jamie #jamie x roy #absolutely went insane for them #fluff! #mac writes ted lasso

[pollyna]

Carole teaches a lot of things to Maverick, things that he's sure he's never going to use because he will live on a base, or on a boat, forever. He can't live on a plane because sadly that would solve half of every problem. But she insists and Peter can't tell her no, doesn't matter how much he tries. She teaches him how to make a roast, how to iron clothes, how to take away some strains and how others are a lost cause. A Sunday morning he teaches him how to shave someone else's face and here Mav is in the depth because why should he ever learn something like that? But he does, without shaving Goose because that's is a them thing, and learns how to shave in the most perfect of the ways because he's fucking Pete Maverick Mitchell and he is the best. He learns and puts away all this little domestic knowledge that will forever taste of Carole's pudding and smells like Goose's aftershave.

Then Iceman changes his plans completely and he finds himself using every little trick Carole taught him in the years: small thing but they make a Naval house their home. Shaving comes a bit as surprise but it's out of necessity and Maverick takes the first step: Ice's wrist is in a cast for two weeks and he has to make his one week beard go away because Monday and lessons and protocol. Maverick protest very loudly when his boyfriend announces so over breakfast and that he's going to get shaved in a little barber shop he saw the last time he was in town. No need babe, I can do it myself Mav announces and even if Ice is perplex he lets him do the work.

The works ends up being not half bad, shut that trap I did a perfect job, and he starts to get why Carole didn't let him shave Goose. It's strangley intimate for something so common to do, but being between Ice's legs, a razor in his hands and Ice completely focused on him and him alone? Wow.

We should do this again, Ice whispers before kissing him, once he's sure everything in Mav's hand is back in it's place, and his skin smells so good and it's so smooth under Mav's palms he could spend entire days just kissing this man and nothing could be wrong. Yeah, yeah we definitely should he answers before kissing Tom back again and again.

#carole bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #nick goose bradshaw (mentioned) #as we say impara l'arte e mettila da parte #tom iceman kazansky #ice and his wrist a short story: he was playing football with slider and his dudebro is more heavy than it seems #domestic #shaving someone else #fluff! #carole x goose #intimacy #kissing #icemav #top gun (1986) #OH when he gets ig (in 20something) he starts taking pictures and lil videos about their shaving rituals #otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey #if u read this and want to write some more please do all my prompts/headcanon are free in their use :)

[addisonstars]

"your hands are cold, but my heart is warm"

written for day 22 of december for @wolfstarmicrofic with the prompt "snow" totaling 202 words

Remus comes back inside, taking off his gloves and hat. “Well, I think I got most of the snow off the car, so we should be able to use our car.” 

Sirius sets his coffee cup down, picking up the one he made for Remus. “Thanks love.” Remus grabs his, but sets it down. He walks over to Sirius, and pulls him in for a hug. 

“You're welcome Siri.” 

But Remus, ever the cheeky one, slips his ice-cold hands under Sirius’ shirt. Sirius yelps, and jumps away. 

“You fucker.” He cries out. 

“So I’ve been told,” Remus smirks. 

Sirius opens his mouth, but closes it after he realizes he has nothing to say. “Drink your damn coffee," Sirius finally says, and he rolls his eyes and then points to the cup sitting on the counter. 

Still smiling, Remus grabs his cup and enjoys the coffee; however, he quite likes teasing Sirius more. “Whatever you say, master.” 

“Fuck you.” Sirius spats, but it’s hard to keep the grin off his face. 

“Done.” 

Sirius blinks. “Shut up.” 

With a shit-eating grin on his face, Remus replies totally serious. “Make. Me.” 

Sirius flips him off, but it loses its effect because he’s smiling so hard.

Remus John Lupin>>>

-a.s.

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus john lupin #sirius orion black #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #wolfstar fic #fluff! #and banter! #just the way i like it #wolfstar microfic #snow #addisonstars #addisonstars mircofic tag #addisonstars wolfstar microfic tag:

[s-creations]

💕 Kisses

Just our boys in green giving each other some smooches and saying sweet nothings to each other heh 💚

💕 Kisses (specify)

((You know it!)) @lexmicro

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Peasley, having returned from doing his rounds of princely duties, couldn’t help but let out a small groan of exhaustion. Finally away from so many demands and citizens wanting his attention. He loved being a prince, but there were just some days where it was a bit overwhelming. 

However, it did help when he had someone special waiting for him. 

He’d barely taken a step into his room before he was swept off the ground. Letting out a small yelp that turned into laughter as soft lips peppered his neck. “Love, you must give me some warning!”

“I thought a prince was always supposed to be aware of their surroundings?” Luigi playfully argued back. 

“I would think I could be a little lenient in the comfort of my own home.”

“And here I am being nice enough to carry you to bed.” 

Peasley couldn’t help but laugh, laying his head against the human’s shoulder. “This is very sweet of you.”

“Of course, it’s the least I can do.” 

Luigi carefully ‘collapsed’ onto the large, four poster bed. Arms casually draped over the prince as he took the time to take his shoes off before laying back as well. Peasley reached up to remove the green cap from the other’s head to gently run his fingers through the dark brown hair. 

“How was work today?” Luigi quietly asked, thumb rubbing a small circle on Peasley���s lower back. 

“Mmm, manageable. Still exhausting.”

“It must be so hard to be wanted by so many.” 

Peasley laughed, sliding down to properly glare at Luigi, “Are you taunting me?”

“Oh never.”

“You’re being rather cheeky this evening.”

“Well, I missed you. It’s my turn to have your undivided attention.”

“So you ‘asking’ is mocking me?”

That caused Luigi to pout. “Never, I would never mock your hard work of smiling, flashing your golden hair and smiling to everyone.”

“How dare you!” Peasley snorted, digging his fingers into Luigi’s side. Causing the human to squeak and laugh. Trying to turn away from the prince. “It’s work to look this amazing!”

“Ah! You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry!” The human squirmed, attempting to pull away only for Peasley to pull him back in.

“As you should be,” pausing his teasing, Peasley allowed Luigi to catch his breath before continuing. “But, I’m not going to forgive you that easily.”

“Well, what can I do to gain your forgiveness?” 

Giving a pause as if he really needed to contemplate it, Peasley eventually said with a smirk, “I think you have an idea.”

Luigi wasted no time in reaching out to cup Peasley’s cheek into his hand. Pulling the prince forward into a gentle kiss. Peasley practically melted into the touch. Eyes closing and eventually breaking away to rest his head on Luigi’s shoulder. 

“Am I forgiven?”

“I suppose so.” Peasley smirked as he was gently jostled by Luigi’s chuckle. 

“Don’t suppose I’m forgiven enough to hear about your day properly.” 

Peasley let out a small hum but obliged. Going over what occurred after they had shared breakfast that morning. More than happy to allow Luigi to rub his shoulders and neck. Smiling softly whenever a kiss was placed on the crown on his head. 

#s-creations #s-creations answers #luigi #prince peasley #luigi x peasley #luisley #fluff! #drabble #emoji prompts

[konohamaru-sensei]

'And you said, "Don't live in your head", The world's so wide, why not explore? And you said I got good legs, No one's ever told me that before.' | Kakashi & Saya

Merry Christmas @lemony-snickers!! This year is surely one to forget for you, I understand, but I want to thank you anyway for all the companionship, the times you let me rant and cry in your arms. The times we supported one another and even the times we argued. You are oh so very important to me even if we lately don't talk as much as I would like to. I love you very very very much and I hope you enjoy this little gift for you. <3

--

Kakashi x OC

Based on the story "to answer the call" on ao3

thank you @qettleqorn for the help with the idea.

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It was a rather ordinary sentence, a total random utterance, something you’d say for friendly smalltalk to break a silence. It should have been something he’d acknowledged and moved forward instantly from. It should have been something that he would forget as soon as it was out of his head. It absolutely, under no circumstances, should have been an earth shattering revelation.

And yet, Kakashi couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You hold your books with your middle and ring finger, did you know that?” 

They’d been sitting side by side as Kakashi watched Saya’s recovery from the chakra surgery and his own genjutsu. He had told himself that he needed to be the one to supervise her improvement, as he had been the one to initiate it all in the first place. Sure, Tsuade had done the heavy lifting and she was the attending physician, but Kakashi wanted to be there too.

Always reading books and for Saya, sometimes magazines about dancing and theatre, they would sit in silence for many hours without it even becoming weird. Kakashi had always enjoyed these moments of quiet with her, never feeling the need to escape and go somewhere else. Well, maybe not always, but everything else was so long ago, that he didn’t remember.

That's when she had looked up and said those words with a smile and a little wave of her pointer finger. Kakashi had raised his brows. “Is that abnormal?” he had asked and turned the book around to look how he was holding it. It was with the middle and ring finger.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else do it,” she said. “I wouldn’t call it abnormal, but I think most people would either hold it with both hands on both sides or, if it's small, with one hand in the middle, but you do neither.”

Kakashi had never particularly thought about the way he held his books, but he saw now that she must be right then. He hadn’t watched her or other people hold things, that was not something he paid attention to. Saya, apparently, did.

“That you noticed such a thing,” Kakashi murmured into his mask and turned a page, his fingers now feeling insecure in their normal holding position. Was he wrong to hold a book like this? What was she implying?

Saya hummed. “I noticed a while back”, she said and then looked to the side out of the window. “I thought it was an odd way of holding it at first, but the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to me like it was just so - how can I describe it - gentle. It’s like you think the book is so precious that you can’t grab it, you can just hold it softly.” She turned to him with a smile. “I think that's amazing. That you care for this narrative so much that you don’t want to hurt it.”

Inside of him, a wall broke. He could hear the pieces of it falling off in loud chunks, crashing to the floor of his consciousness like Saya had personally rammed the hammer into them. Though usually not at a loss for words he found himself utterly speechless for a moment, before he murmured something like “I don’t particularly care…” and then quickly went back to reading what was in front of him and escaping the smile on her face.

Kakashi was observed a lot. People in the village liked to follow him around wherever he went, ever since his father had died when he was small. He was used to the eyes on him, the eyes on his back, his hair, his scars. He was used to people whispering when he returned with blood on his west, the stares when he brought the passed out Naruto home, the hushed tones when he had come out of the hospital after he passed out on an important mission again. People spoke about him,they admired and envied and hated and loved him. But nobody had ever looked at the way he held his books before. 

It seemed so very little in comparison. A tiny, tiny thing that should not have made any impact. And yet, it would not get out of his head. Saya had watched him sit in her space, reading, for such a long time that she had noticed that very little habit of his and her judgement had been that he was caring, gentle, loving with it. Saya thought his hands held books lovingly.

Logically, this should not have been a discussion. This should have been something he would dwell on, but the sentence stuck in his mind even after he returned home as if it was a constant echo. It was nothing special, just an observation a friend had made about him. But why then did it feel like it was so much bigger than that?

The more he turned over the moment in his head, the more confused he became about his own reaction to it. There was nothing especially outstanding about it. They’d been sitting together and reading for a while now, even before her surgery, she had broken the always comfortable silence to make an observation and had backed up when he asked about it. Sure, she’d smiled and her hair had looked a little messy from laying for too long, but that wasn’t special. He’d seen it several times.

Right? It wasn’t special that her eyes had sparkled in this beautiful green colour they had when they had complimented him and it wasn’t special that her cheeks had been just slightly pink as if she was embarrassed to admit it. None of these things mattered, those were just observations. Just like hers.

It was late at night when he realised that the feeling he felt was happiness. Saya complimenting him about something nobody had ever even noticed about him before made him happy. It made him really happy, actually. Like she had just personally cooked him his favourite meal or told him she’d treat Naruto for Ramen next time so he could save money. 

Incredible how such a tiny thing could make one so very happy. But that was how it was between friends, right? They were close and he was glad she wasn’t mad at him for giving her this wonderful genjutsu dream only to take it away from her. That was all that was.

He returned to her the next day, as usual, striding into her room with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding his Icha Icha novel. He had spent much too much time in the morning trying to adjust his hands to see how “usual” people carried a book around, but he couldn’t quite fit his hands to do it.

“Good morning,” she said, “I made tea.” Saya had apparently expected him to come by, because that's what he had been doing the last few weeks. Kakashi could clearly see her eyes flicker up to his hand in the book and then she smiled and though she said nothing about it, it felt like Kakashi was in the middle of a collapsing building in an earthquake.

Once again, it felt like something he had built inside his mind was falling away in big parts. As if each time her eyes found his and it made her smile to see him, there was a part of a wall that came crumbling down. This wasn’t just happiness, Kakashi analysed. He had been happy many times in his life but he’d never been happy like this. This was a completely new level of feeling, as if everything Saya was doing or saying was somehow illuminated by a sudden gush of evening sun.

He only got what was happening to him when she handed him his teacup.

She’d done that many times that they had been sitting together and chatting. That had, after all, been how their whole friendship started in the first place. They had carried each other, wiped away tears, comforted each other and then, for a long time, slept next to one another and yet her touch never quite left the burn behind it did now as she lightly brushed over his fingers to give him his hot tea.

Kakashi only knew the sensation from books, he had never personally felt it before. At least not that he remembered and definitely not in this intensity. But there was absolutely no mistaking it. Every sign pointed to only one thing.

“Ah.” Kakashi could hear the penny drop in his mind. 

He didn’t notice he had spoken out loud until Saya turned her head in amusement: “Did you burn your hands?”

“No,” he replied, pouting a little. “I just don’t think I know how to hold things anymore now that you think I’m a person that holds books like a freak.” He sent a quick thank you to his father for teaching him quick wit.

“I meant that as a compliment. I do agree you are a freak, but not because you hold books other than normal.” She shook her head and laughed.

Kakashi wondered if he’d ever seen a laugh that he liked as much as hers and then his heart hammered against his chest.

Ah no. What to do with this?

#fic tag #other peoples ocs #here i am with my ninja clan #this is in a q so idk where i am when this is live but i assume lem is busy over christmas anyway #but either way #fluff!

[spigutti]

Watch - Daryl Dixon X Reader

mostly fluff! I know it isn’t wonderous, but if you like it, i’m willing to take Daryl requests + headcanons! 

female reader, autistic reader, reader is Rick’s sister 

TWs: Mentions of Drugs, Smoking

4036 words! 

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 I have tower watch with Daryl tonight. I'm looking all over the place for him, but I can't seem to find him. I see Carol, fortunately. "Oh, uh, hey, Miss Carol. Have you seen Daryl?" Carol turns around and smiles lightly. "Oh, hey, uh, I think he's downstairs. Why?" I tell her that we have watch tonight, and she smirks. "Alright, then. Have fun!"

   I think it's a strange thing for her to say, but I brush it off as her being distracted. I make my way downstairs and find Daryl sitting at a table, cleaning his crossbow. He's lost in his own world.  "Hey, Daryl." He looks up, seeming suprised. He realizes it's me, and nods a hello. "Oh, hey." I slide into the bench next to him, holding a pad of paper. "So, uh, Rick says you and I are on watch tonight. Third shift." Daryl huffs cartoonishly. "Ah, man. Why's he makin' me hang out with you?" I try not to smile, but I can't help it. "I dunno, man. But you're stuck with me for tonight."

      He pretends to be sad, but looks up at me, then at the paper. "Wha's that for?" He nods at it, and I hold it up. "We get to pick which tower we're watching. We get first pick." Daryl holds his crossbow up to the sun, checking to see if it's still dirty. It was, so he goes back to cleaning it. "Alrigh', pick, then." Some kids yell behind me so I turn to look at them, and turn back to Daryl when they run by. "I want you to pick, too. I haven't been looking all over for you just for you not to pick. And anyways, I picked last time." He glances over to the paper in my hand, and sighs. "Fine. Uh.. tower two." I write 'tower two' on the paper, rip it off and shove it in my pocket. "Okay. I have to get this to Rick. See you tonight!" He glances at me, and rolls his eyes. "Finally," he says, jokingly waving as if to say 'get out of here!'. "See you tonight."

     I walk back upstairs and start walking to Rick's room. I catch Carol looking at me out of the corner of my eye, and look at her questioningly. She waves me off and goes back to separating seeds. I shrug and go to Rick's room, knocking on the door. "Come in!" He says, so I open the door, walk over and I place the paper on his desk. "Tower Two." He looks at me strangely. "You always pick tower two. " I shrug. He huffs and doesn't say anything further. I start to walk out, but remember something. "Oh, Rick. I forgot to tell you. We need to get more batteries soon. We're running out." He nods, and I leave.

Tower Two, Beginning of Third Shift.

      I climb the ladder into tower two, and am momentarily blinded by the setting sun shining through the windows. I stand up, walk out onto the balcony and look over the prison. I close my eyes and focus on the warm sun for a few minutes. I open my eyes and turn when I hear Daryl climbing the ladder and closing the hatch. "Hey." He nods and walks over, looking at the prison on the balcony. "'Sup." We stand in silence, then I turn and sit on the bench on the balcony, sighing. Daryl follows suit and sits next to me.

       We sit in silence as the last bit of sun fades away, and we're left with a little bit of purple followed by black as the day turns to night. I'm thinking about something that happened yesterday, and Daryl notices my change in mood immediately. "Somethin' up? You alrigh'?" I'm taken out of my thoughts and glance at him. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. " I sit up and lean against the wall, sighing. Daryl still looks at me, and doesn't seem convinced. "You sure?" I look up at the sky, which is peppered with stars. "Yeah. Just thinking about something."

      I know he doesn't belive me, but he doesn't push it. Eventually I have to break the silence with a question I'd been wanting to ask him. "Uh.. do you.. think i'm.. weird?" Daryl seems suprised from the sudden question and is quiet for a minute. "Nah. You ain't any different than the rest of us. Wha' for?" I huff, embarassed for asking. "Nothing, nevermind." Daryl can tell somethings weighing on me, but I don't want to look vulnerable. Daryl still presses, to my dismay. "Somebody say somethin'?" He sounds a little upset at the idea, so I don't want him getting more upset. Unfortunately, I'm not a great liar.

     "No, no. I was just askin'." I glance over to him, and I know he doesn't believe me. "It's nothin', really." Daryl stares at me, knowing full well i'm lying. HIs stare stresses me out, and he knows that, too. "Really!" I smile when I'm nervous, so I can't really help it. He stares longer, obviously enjoying how embarassed he's making me. "Well? Somethin' made you ask that." I sigh as he looks back to the floor, awaiting my answer. "It's just.. well, you know how I am." I answer, looking down. Daryl looks at me out of the corner of his eye questioningly. "No? I don' know what you're talkin' 'bout."

       I sigh, and pick at a metal fleck on the bench. "You know I'm not... right. You know that." Daryl is.. confused. "Not right?" He questions. I sit up and lean against the wall, embarassed over the topic of conversation. "I don't act like everybody else, you know that. People.. stare. And avoid me." I fold my arms in front of me, wondering if he noticed how people look at me. He shakes his head.

"Why would they do tha'?" He asks.

"I mean, I get it. I don't act right. Not like Rick, or you, or Carol. Or anybody. I get why."

"You act normal to me."

I half-chuckle, frustrated. "Don't act like you don't see it. I always- ugh. I hold my hands like that, and I stand like that, and I *do* all that. It's weird." I can't tell what Daryl thinks. He's not easy to read, and I'm not good at reading people. I stay silent and look out at the prison for a minute. I put my feet up on the railing. "Ain't nothin' wrong with it. Not everybody's the same." He says.

         The people at this prison don't agree. I know that. I see how they look at me. They know something's up. Why can't Daryl? "Yeah, well, not everybody's fuckin' weird." I say. I try to tone back my frustration with myself, because I don't want him thinking i'm upset with him. "Everybody hates me, man."

      "That ain't true." He says. "I don't. Rick don't. Our group don't hate you." He doesn't really know what to say. I exhale, and clench my jaw. "Doesn't everyone at the prison count as 'Our group'?" I ask, because I know for a fact that most of them hate me. Or dislike me at the least. But he says no. "Nah," He says, "Our group's our group. You, me. Rick, Carl and Maggie, Carol. Everybody in our group." That makes me think. I never realized that he felt the same way about the other people. I always though it was bad of me to not think of everyone at the prison as part of our group.

       "You don't consider them our group either?" I ask. It's a badly worded question, but he understands. "Nah. Most of 'em suck, anyway." He elbows me playfully, and I give an exhaled half-laugh. I lean back and press the top of my head on the wall, looking at the sky again. "Whatever," I sigh, "It's not like it matters anyway."

          Daryl wants to say something, but he decides not to. I wonder for a second what it could be, but if he doesn't want to say it, he won't. That's something I think about sometimes. He's a man of few words, and I'm a woman of too many that I'm not willing to say. A door opens, and I glance down at the prison. They're changing shifts. Tower shifts are longer. First, second and third. The ground shifts are half tower shifts. Ground shift four is rotating into five.

         Daryl watches them too, and eventually the other man goes inside. It's quiet again. Everyone inside the prison is asleep now. Daryl lights a cigarette, and takes a drag before offering it to me. I consider declining, but I take a drag and hand it back. "It's colder," He says, "Winter's comin' soon." I nod. "Yeah. It's gonna be bad this year." He hands me the cigarette again, and I take it. I hand it back again, and I cough a little bit.  We're silent for a while, passing the cigarette between us. Eventually the cigaratte burns to nothing, and Daryl throws it down, grinding it out with his boot. We sit in silence for what seems like forever.

       I point up at the sky. "Look," I say, and he looks up. "We can see it like nothin' before now." The sky is clear, and you can see all the constellations, every star, everything. The sky is streaked with blues, pinks and purples. "Now that all the light pollution's gone." I glance over to him, and he's staring up at the sky. "I always hated that," he says. I agree with him. "It's been my mortal enemy since I was a kid," I joke. But I'm also telling the truth at the same time. He nods and grunts an agreement.

       "You ever been out of Georgia?" I ask. He glances over to me, and down at the floor. "South Carolina. Wha' for?" I pull a water bottle out of my bag and take a drink, offering it to him. He takes it. "No reason," I say, "Just wonderin'."

        "You have." He says. me. I nod. "Yeah. Yeah, I have." He waits. "Where?" He says. "Uh, everywhere. In North America, anyway. You've heard me tell Carl about Kansas, haven't you?" He nods. "I sure have."

I chuckle. "I don't know why he likes that story so much."

"It's a damn good story."

I shrug with a small smile. "I guess. Not good anough to hear it *that* much, though." He exhales a small laugh. "I could hear it forever." That makes my heart flutter, though he probably didn't mean it like that. I had a tendency to think about things like that too hard. "What's so great about flat farmland?"

       "It's the way you describe it," He says. " You make it sound.. I don't know." It's dark, because the moon isn't out. It's nearly pitch black aside from the sky, and all I can see is his silhouette. "It is pretty wild," I say. "But it's nothin' compared to a lot of other stuff I saw."

        He's slient, thinking about something. "What'd you see?" He asks. I laugh a little. "Everything. From the Grand Canyon to Alaska. I've been everywhere." Daryl is silent. I glance over to him. "What's the Grand Canyon like?" He asks me. I think for a minute, because I have a hard time coming up with words sometimes. "It's..." I shake my head. "It's unreal. Really. At sunset, the sun reflects off the rocks- it's.. it's incredible."

          Daryl's staring at me, then he looks down. "It sounds badass." I laugh. "It is. That's probably the best way to put it." "Where else you been?" He asks me, leaning his head to glance over to me. I think for a minute. "I've been to Greenland." Daryl looks suprised. "What's it like?" I exhale a little. "Cold. Snowy. There's so many little towns in the mountains." I look at him. "I loved it there. If I could have stayed, I would have."

          "Why didn't you?" He asks. He's turned facing me a little more, now. I shrug. "I dunno. It just wasn't what I wanted then. And Carl was just born, and I wanted to see him... there's just no way I could have stayed." I pull my feet up onto the bench and rest my arms on my knees in a fetal position. "Why didn't you go back?" He asks me. "Ah, you know. I never really had a reason to, I guess." I tell him this while staring at my shoes, thinking about my travels. I don't like him pitying me.

        "Did you go with anyone?" His questions catches me off guard. It's an odd question, one that just doesn't seem like one he'd ask. "Nah," I say, "I went alone. Nobody wants to be travelling that long, anyway." I chuckle a little, brushing it off. It seems sad, that I travelled all alone. I'm hoping he doesn't see it that way. That he sees it in a 'cool, lone wolf' type of way. It was kind of like that, but... it was lonely. But I would never say that, especially to him.

       "How long were you gone?" He wants to know. It's kind of an embarassing question, for some strange reason. "Oh, well.. I left when I was 16, and came back... when I was 25? So nine years." He's suprised by this. "Jesus, nine years? You were by yourself for nine years?" He says that a little louder, because we've been quiet this whole time. I know he's suprised, and honestly, I would be too. I don't think I seem like that kind of person. "Yeah," I say. "It was kind of a long time, wasn't it?"

      He nods, and exhales. "Carl was born while you were gone?" He sounds a little sad at this idea, but I can't really tell.

"Uh, yeah. I saw him for the first time when he was two. He was born when I was in Greenland."

"Didn't Rick tell ya'?"

"Yeah, he did. I just.. I dunno.. I didn't want him to see me."

"Rick?"

"No, uh.. Carl."

He's confused, I can tell that much. He takes a drink from my water bottle, and hands it to me. I take a sip, then set it on the bench between us. I look up at the sky again, and somehow there's even more stars then before. Daryl's looking at it, too. "I just didn't.. want Carl to see me, I guess."

          Daryl lights another cigarette, smoking it before handing it to me again. I take it, and hand it back. "Why?" He asks me. I don't really know the full answer to that question, but I try to answer it anyway. "Well... it was partly because of Lori," I answer. "You know she didn't like me. Never did.  And Rick, he didn't really.. know, how..." I trail off, trying to find the right words. "How messed up I was."

       "Messed up?" I glance at him, and take the cigarette he's handing me. I inhale, and hand it back to him. It's kind of embarassing, and I don't really like talking about it. But.. I kind of do, too. I don't really mind telling him, I guess. "Yeah.. I was kind of a loser, believe it or not." I laugh a little, and try to slip a little joke in there to ease up the tension. "I don't," he says, and I can hear the slight smile in his voice. I laugh again, and sigh deeply, looking down at the prison again. All the windows are dark, and I can see the ground watch a few yards away.

       "Yeah, well.. I was. A massive loser." I laugh, because it really is funny, how much of a loser I was, before. But, I also still kind of am a loser. Daryl shakes his head, exhaling a little laugh before handing me the cigarette again. I put it to my lips with a small smile. "It's true!"

"I don't believe you."

"You should. Think... a teenage, guitarist, jobless, dirty loser. I was probably most people's exact definition of a loser."

Daryl laughs again. "Couldn't be worse then me. Me an' Merle sold drugs."

I laugh teasingly, and jokingly triumphant. "Oh, but I was. I cooked 'em. After I came back."

"Drugs?"

"Yep. I had a deal with a guy. I'd cook meth for 'im, and he'd give me a place to live."

        Daryl turns to stare at me, with a smile playing at his lips. "You're lyin'." I face him, with a small smile. "I'm not! I lived in that guy's basement and cooked meth. With a cop brother. I was kinda like Heisenberg." I smile wider, not able to help it. "It was kinda awesome." He laughs now, seemingly not able to help it. It makes me blush a little, humiliatingly enough. "I can't picture you doin' that. Not even a lil'." He smiles at me, and though I can barely see it in the dark, it's still cute.

       I blush a little more, thankful it's too dark for him to notice. "Well, it's true. I never sold it, though.. the guy did all that. I just cooked it. And.. not to brag, but.. it was pretty good." "You took it?" He asks, with a little strain in his voice. I can't see his face, because he's looking down now, leaning with his arms on his knees. "Nah," I reassure him. "I'd never do that. But man, it was a hit. Whoever bought it sure loved it." I look over at him, and he seems relieved. "To be honest," I continue, "I was goddamn terrified of it. I... still kind of am." I say hesitantly, embarassed to be afraid of something like that. I rub the back of my neck, and take my feet off of the bench, stretching out a bit.

       "Me too." he says, glancing over. "Always was. Couldn't stand seein' people like that." I nod, understanding what he mean by 'like that'. It was disturbing, seeing people high on meth. It scared the hell out of me. I guess him, too. "That's why I don't drink, either," I say. He nods, and shakes his head a little. "And also because it'll kill you?" he says, with a smile in his voice once again. I smile, too. "Well, yeah. That too." I can't drink, and he knows that. I only have one kidney, so my body can't filter it out well.

     He hands me the cigarette. "You get paid?" He asks. "For what?" I question, focusing on getting the cigarette to my mouth. "Cookin'," he says, taking the cigarette from my outstretched hand. He finishes it, and grinds it out next to the old one. I nod. "Yeah. Damn good, too. Breaking Bad wasn't joking, man. Maybe exaggerating a little bit, but not joking." He exhales the smoke, and sits up, leaning against the wall. "How much?" I smirk. "Five thousand a batch." He turns to me, eyebrows raised.

"Jesus! You're joking!"

"Nope. I only made half a pound, but my seller would sell it to a distributor, and five thousand was my cut."

"Holy shit."

I nod at him, eyebrows raised, as if to say 'damn right'. He nods back. We're silent for a while, and I stand up for a moment to crack my back and look over the railing. I look at the fence, and everything seems fine. I lean over the railing, and I can feel Daryl looking at me.

       "Guitarist?" He says teasingly. I scoff, laughing a little. "Shut up." He stands and leans his back against the railing next to me, so we're standing opposite. I look up at him from my leaning position as he speaks. "I didn't know you could play." I look down at the prison. "Yeah.. I haven't in a while though. For.. reasons." I sarcastically gesture to the general area with both hands. He puts his hands on the railing, and leans back.

"Are ya' any good?"

"I dunno. Not great."

"I'll be the judge of that."

I look up at him again, a smile playing at my lips. "How are you gonna do that?" He looks down at me. "I'll get you one. Then you can show me." He takes a drink from the water bottle, and caps it off. "Sure." I say. "But don't expect anything good." He throws the bottle onto the bench, and it rolls a bit before coming to a stop. "Like I said. I'll be the judge of that." I smile at him. "Okay."

         I look at him a bit longer, then look back to the ground tens of feet below. I cross my arms on the railing and rest my head in them. Daryl turns, and puts his hands on the railing, looking around the prison yard. We stay like that for a while. A long time. Sometimes, I get an odd feeling. Like.. I'm the only person in the world. Like I'm on this floating rock, in space, in the galaxy, in the universe.. alone. Looking up at the sky only amplifies it. It only happens when i'm alone, at night.. But tonight, i'm not.

      I'm alone on this rock, with nobody but Daryl. In this vast, empty universe, we're the only people still breathing. Nobody else, just us. In this world, this universe, now. Just us. I think about how.. wild it is, that we both happened to exist at the same time. I glance away from the sky, and he's staring up, too. The sky is brighter then ever before, and there's shooting stars. I sit on the floor, and lie down. Daryl looks down at me, and follows. We lie on the floor, looking up. I put my feet on the railing.

       "Nothin' like it." He says quietly. "Nah.. nothin' like it." I reply, even quieter. I put my hand behind my head, and looking up... it's disorienting. It's so big you can't begin to understand, and it's moving ever so slowly. It really does make you feel like you're floating. Like you're lifting into the vast abyss, and it makes you dizzy. But.. I like it. It makes me sad, in a good way. I wonder if this is how Daryl feels, but I don't want to rip my eyes away from it. Even if I did.. I don't think I could.

      It makes me feel like nothing i've ever seen. No man-made object could do this. Nothing compares. Nothing. You could travel to the deepest ocean, the largest city, the thickest jungle. But the unfiltered night sky is the only thing that could ever be this. And it's everywhere. It will always be. It surrounds us like nothing else ever could. We exist in it, and it will never stop. It makes me sad. It brings tears to my eyes. It will always be. In the deepest ocean, the largest city, the thickest jungle.. it will always be.

      My hands feel as if they fell asleep, but I don't move them. Not now. It really does bring tears to my eyes, but I don't blink. I've seen the sky like this before.. in Alaska, and Greenland. But somehow, it's better this time. I have someone to share it with this time. I can't feel the floor anymore. We stay like this for hours, not moving. The stars have seen it. Life. They have seen life and death, loving and losing. Blossoming and withering. They have seen evolution, and joy, and families. They have seen war, and evil. They remember it all.

    The stars remember the first person, they will know the last. They know all the comes inbetween. I hope this is what it feels like to die, no matter what comes after. I hope the stars remember my name. As the hours go by, the stars begin to disappear. The sky gets brighter, and the horizon slowly turns pink. I breathe. "Nothin' like it," I say, turning my head towards him. A tear escapes, but it's still too dark to see. "No." He says back, turning his head toward me, seeming as if I broke him away from his thoughts. "Nothin' like it."

#daryl x reader #daryldixon #x reader #daryl dixon x reader #fluff!

[majorproblems77]

Here we go!

Fluff! From me? Unheard off! :D

I needed some fluff in my life so i wrote it, Hope you enjoy it!

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[peakyscillian]

This seems fun!! I wish you would write a fic where... Reader & Cillian are in college?!?! and he asks her out on a date they have thier first kiss!!

Sweethearts

Okay, so this is more than a drabble but less than a one shot!

Part of this post that I reblogged - send in a prompt & i'll add it to my list! -

Cillian was nervous to approach her, they'd been moving in the same friendship circle for years, but second year of college he'd started seeing her differently, the way she'd bite at her lip when she was concentrating, the way she'd throw her head back and laugh with her friends, the scrunch of her nose when she got an answer wrong in class.

Recently they'd been gravitating towards one another, whether it was during breaks or the walk home, nights out or house parties, they would end up together talking about music and films and how one day they'd do something to make a difference in the world.

Cathal had urged him to go for it, just ask her on a date what was there to lose? Cillian had scoffed his pride? Cathal wasn't having any of it, he'd seen the way she looked a Cillian, like he had hung the moon and the stars just for her.

So before the night got too out of control and she could accuse him of being drunk, he'd approached her, asked to speak to her outside, giving him a smile she asked him to help her up off the bean bag she had occupied next to Dermot.

He didn't let go of her hand, leading her outside into Cathal's back garden "what is it Cill?" she looked confused, he took a deep breath licking across his lips "ah fuck, you've made me nervous" he laughed shaking his head

She squeezed at his hand, "it's me we can talk about anything"  her smile spurs him on, he's holding both her hands now "was wondering if you would want to go on a date, with me?" He wanted to look away didn't want to witness her face when she rejected him.

But, a beaming smile took over her whole face, she looked so wonderful as she bit at her lip "I thought you'd never ask, of course I would"

He can't help but smile, "can I kiss you?" He asked, he didn't expect the quick nod of her head, he let go of her hands so he could cup her cheeks, dipping his head he pressed his lips gently against hers.

He felt her body relax into him, her arms snaked around his shoulders, he licks into her mouth, tongues pressed together, his hands falling to her waist to keep her against him.

Cillian pulled away first, to catch his breath she hadn't pulled away from him, she looked up at him with a giddy smile.

"Can we go back in? It's cold" she giggled, Cillian nodded, taking her hand again, he stopped before they enter the madness of the lounge area.

“Does this mean you want to be my girl?” He asked cursing himself for being so cheesy, but she giggled at him, fingers linked with his “of course I want to be your girl” 

Cillian feels like everything he's ever wanted has finally come to him, she looked up at him again, biting her lip, pressed onto her tiptoes to brush her lips with his, his arm looped round her back to keep her steady. 

They only broke apart at the sound of the crowd in the living room getting louder and Cathal is cheering behind them because ‘finally we've all been waiting for this!’

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