#it unfortunately did not stop me from doing the fluff prompts before the kiss prompts

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Hey! Since your requests are open, may I request opla!Zoro x reader (established relationship) where the reader has a lot of self doubt (not only in their looks, but their abilities and their place in the crew) since it’s, unfortunately, been shoved done their throat by pretty much eveyone they knew, even their parents, that they would never be good enough? Maybe Zoro figures out that they have sort of been spiralling lately and they have a talk about the readers past and the problems they’re facing and he comforts them? Maybe it ends sort of spicy or turns out full on spicy, if you’re comfortable with that!

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alternate title: some fluffy established relationship hurt/comfort to save my soul

rating: teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k (short; sorry!)

description: zoro notices you've been seeming off recently, and you confide in him your insecure feelings of self-worth. he comforts you.

tags: strawhat!reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, kissing, no use of ‘y/n’, soft zoro, ridiculously stupidly absolutely horrifyingly fluffy. 

author’s note: thank you so much for the very lovely request! i hope i did your prompt justice; i ended up not writing any spice at the end (just slightly suggestive) since i didn't think it fit the story but i hope you like it anyway ^^

it feels slightly ooc, but i also wrote it in the span of two hours at 1:00 am so can you really blame me. 

It was morning on the Going Merry, and you were cleaning up the wreckage that had been scattered along the deck in your last battle. The crew had gone up against some other pirates; it’d been late at night, and the attack had come suddenly, what you’d thought would be a peaceful docking turning combative quickly. 

You barely remembered the fight. One moment, the warning bell had sounded, and the next Zoro was rolling out of bed beside you, grabbing his swords and darting out of your bedroom before you could even register what was happening. The fight had gone in the Straw Hats’ favor, thankfully; Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji had fended off most of the threat, and you were back on the open sea, safe from enemies for at least a little while now. 

You let out a sigh as you swept shattered glass into a dustpan, shaking out the collected trash into a nearby empty barrel. None of the men usually bothered to start cleaning up—typical—so you’d pulled yourself out of bed as early as possible to get the ship looking a little more like normal. 

Zoro had left some corpses on the deck for you to deal with, and you’d had to toss them overboard, a grimace tugging at your lips as blood stained the white of your blouse. No matter. You’d finished sweeping, at least; all you had left to do was mop, right as everyone else was waking up. 

You filled a bucket with warm water and soap, and were just grabbing the mop from the closet when you heard footsteps. You glanced up, surprised to see Zoro heading towards you, one hand grasped loosely around his sword handle as always. “You’re up early,” he said, casual as ever. “Woke up and you were gone.” 

“Figured I should get a head start on cleaning,” you answered quickly, not meeting Zoro’s eyes as you dunked the mop into the bucket. His brows creased as he watched you start mopping, pushing the handle along the deck to wipe it clear of bloodstains. 

“How long have you been doing this?” Zoro asked, after a few seconds of delayed silence. You shrugged, dunking your mop again before going for another few swipes. “We can help clean too, you know.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” you protested. You moved past him, trying very hard not to meet his eyes—but Zoro didn’t let you pass, one hand going out to grab the mop rod and stopping you in your tracks. “What?” 

“What do you mean, least you could do?” Zoro asked blankly. 

“I mean—” you shrugged, muscles limp like your entire body was sagging you down. “You and the others were the ones to deal with the pirates, so I figured I could at least—”

Zoro still looked confused, brows pulled together, forehead taut with a frown. “I distinctly recall you throwing a pirate twice your size overboard. Unless I was imagining things.” 

You sighed. “Not what I meant.” You tried to push past Zoro again, but he didn’t let you, hand still tightly grasped around your mop handle. 

“Okay, what did you mean, then?” 

“Nothing. Will you just let me finish cleaning so there aren't blood stains all over Luffy’s ship?” You sighed again, even as you attempted to keep the sound inside—but you couldn’t help it. It was like there was an anchor stuck inside of you, pulling everything from your feelings to your body down, the weight of gravity tugging at your features. 

“Luffy’s ship?” 

You shrugged. “The Straw Hats’ ship. Whatever.” 

“Our ship,” Zoro said. There was a certain twinge of something in his words; still blankness, but laced with a dawning realization that you weren’t sure you liked. “You’re upset.” 

“Nope.” This time you really did manage to get free of Zoro’s grasp, yanking your mop out of his grip and starting back on cleaning the deck. The acrid smell of iron hit your nose as you scrubbed the dried blood off—you’d have to go back in later with a sponge to get all the cracks and crevices, but for now this would be okay. 

Zoro followed you, unceasing with his interrogation. “Yes, you are. I know when you’re upset, and you’re upset. What happened.” It was more of a statement than a question—Zoro didn’t often doubt himself, really, which was one of the many things that’d helped make you stumble into falling for him. “Was it about last night? You know the cook's just making fun when he keeps a counter, right? It doesn’t matter if he brought two or five more men down than you.” 

“It’s not about that,” you insisted. 

“So you admit you are upset.” 

You groaned, finally turning to look Zoro in the eye. He’d stopped walking, the dawning sun glinting hazey gold onto his skin in the early hour. There was still an overcast of blue from the night in the sky, and it made the heavens look ethereal, watery and glittering. 

“Come on,” he urged. “Just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“It’s really nothing you need to be concerned about,” you attempted, but your voice was weak now. Zoro stepped closer to you, gently pulling the mop out of your hands. Your fingers let go easily. “It’s silly.” 

Zoro gave you a look. “Out with it.” 

“I don’t know, I just—” your fingers clenched, like your hand was trying to find something to do now that Zoro had rid you of your mop. “Comparatively I just don’t do much. So I want to help out as much as possible.” 

“Who said you don’t do much?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” Zoro said. He let the mop fall to the ground, arms crossing over his chest as he watched you. “Who said you don’t do much?”

“I mean, nobody. It’s just true.” You shrugged, distinctly uncomfortable with the way Zoro was looking at you—all attentive, like he was trying to strip you raw with his eyes, uncover whatever secrets might be hiding in the pores of your skin and the gaps of your teeth. “Luffy’s the captain, we wouldn’t be able to do anything without Nami, you and Sanji are the fighters, and Usopp’s everyone’s favorite. I’m just kind of… filler?” 

The more you spoke, the worse your words got, your tone turning more desperate as the sentences fumbled out of your mouth. Zoro’s eyebrows raised higher as you went on, and you flushed, red prickling all over your skin. 

“First of all,” he started, “Usopp is not my favorite. That’d be you. And—where are you getting this from?” 

You shook your head, trying to backtrack. “Nothing. Nowhere. It’s not that import—”

“Yes, it is, and we’re talking about it.” Zoro pulled a nearby barrel by the side of the ship, plopping himself down atop it and gesturing for you to sit. You didn’t, but you did move over to the railing, hands curling around the painted wood. “Speak.” 

“I have nothing to say,” you tried. Zoro just shot you an unimpressed look, and you squirmed. “Fine. I don’t know. I joined last, so I just figured… you were all kind of already set without me, right?” 

Zoro shook his head. “We’re a crew,” he said, voice strong but somehow still gentle. “You’re part of us for a reason. What, this entire time did you think you were—expendable?” 

You fidgeted uncomfortably, weight shifting from one leg to the other. “No.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Yes. No. I don’t know. Last night—I only got, like what, two guys? And you reacted way faster to the situation than I did,” you started, words flailing around on your tongue as they rushed out. It was indelicate, for certain, and you yourself couldn’t make sense of most of the words—but once you started, you couldn’t stop, even as they slurred together. “I was still getting out of bed and grabbing my weapon when you’d already dealt with half the enemy crew.” 

“Don’t compare yourself to me,” Zoro said with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair. I’ve been training since I was eight. It’s different.” 

You huffed out an exasperated breath, trying not to let your frustration get the best of you. “I can't help it sometimes. It’s a bad habit.” You loosened your grip on the ship railing, staring out at the golden clouds hovering over the sky.  “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Zoro answered. He didn’t say anything after that—giving you a space to talk, you supposed, in case you wanted to. But his hand did reach up to press against yours, pinky brushing against your finger as he held onto the railing beside you. 

“I guess I just always had these standards back at the village,” you managed out eventually. Your island had always been one of the more traditional places in the East Blue, and there were plenty rules and guidelines abound. One of the many reasons you’d left the place in favor for Luffy and the Going Merry, really. “So I just… always want to do more. It’s not that bad.” 

“Right.” Zoro’s pinky looped around your finger, now, holding it close in a soft kiss of the hands. You sighed. 

“My parents were kind of rough on me, I guess,” you tried, sneaking a glance over at Zoro’s face to see if it satiated his curiosity at all. His expression remained as steel as ever, so you just continued. “They wanted me to be the best I could. But their standards were too high, even when I was little.” You found yourself rubbing circles into the back of Zoro’s hand with your finger, more so to comfort yourself than for any other reason. “Just normal stuff, like being upset about my school grades or my combat training levels being too low. Nothing that terrible.” 

“But…?” Zoro asked, tilting his head up to look at you. You smiled, but the action didn’t reach your eyes—it was all mouth and jaw, cheeks lifting but eyes glinting with the same glazed stare. 

“It just affected me a lot, I suppose,” you answered. “Always trying to get better. Never satisfied. And I guess now—I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough.” 

“For?” Zoro asked. His voice was low, soft, all hollow and empty inside. There was a tinge of roughness lacing it, like he’d forgotten to clear his throat, and the scratch of his vocal chords had surfaced up along with the words. 

“Myself. My parents. Luffy. You.” Your lips tightened into a line. Vaguely, you could feel the warm pinpricks of tears starting at your waterline, and you tried to will them back, letting out a little laugh. “Everyone, I guess.” 

Zoro’s hand had come to hold yours fully, fingers woven in between yours, thumb pressed firmly against the joint of your thumb. Somehow, that one motion managed to force the last of the words out of you—all wet and soft, eyes glued fiercely to the horizon in fear of seeing what was etched on Zoro’s face. 

“We do arranged marriages back at home,” you started, trying very hard to keep your voice from trembling. it worked only marginally—there was a tiny quaver in your tone, but it was soft, not noticeable unless you were really listening hard. “And my mom used to tell me I’d die alone. Because I wasn’t pretty enough, or smart enough, or anything enough for any of the boys there.” 

“Oh,” Zoro said. It was quiet; barely a whisper. You tried for a wry smile. 

“I like helping, though. I don’t mind cleaning up or whatever. It makes me feel more useful.” You tried to tug your hand out of Zoro’s grip, but his fingers tightened, keeping you in place. A nervous laugh escaped your throat. “And I know I’m part of the crew and all of this is just silly. So it’s really fine—”

Zoro tugged your intertwined hands to his chest, causing you to stumble and glance down at him in surprise. His expression was nearly unreadable. It’d darkened, and there was a contemplative gaze in his eyes, lips parted with invisible words perched on his tongue. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, and your stomach dropped, the nervousness that had gathered inside during the conversation tightening up into a hall. “Don’t say it’s okay or that it’s not important. If it’s making you upset, then it matters.” 

“I guess,” you tried, and Zoro’s gaze lifted to fix you with a glare. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I just…” Zoro shook his head. “Look, whatever your parents used to tell you, whatever you have ingrained in your head—it’s not true. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to do more, but… you don’t have to do it. You’re enough already.” 

Your gaze softened, lips falling open to say something, but Zoro wasn’t finished yet. “You shouldn’t come out here and force yourself to clean up just to make up for your—waste of space, or something. You’re not a servant. And you’re not wasting up any space. I think everyone would agree that you’re a very important and vital part of the crew.” 

“Thanks,” you whispered. Zoro’s hand was warm around yours, and you felt the threatening droplets of tears start to rise up at your waterline, ready to fall at any moment now. Zoro just nodded. 

“You’re a great fighter, and way smarter than what you give yourself credit for,” he said firmly. He raised your hand to his mouth, then, leaning over to press a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. “And the boys on your island have to be blind, because you’re pretty enough. You’re more than pretty enough.”

He whispered the last words, all soft and sacred on his tongue. “You’re beautiful.” 

That was enough to drive your tears over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the flow as the warm sensation of liquid streaking down your cheeks began. Droplets caught in the crevice of your lips, and at the hinge of your jaw—Zoro brought a hand up to wipe them away. “Are you okay?” he whispered. 

“Yeah, I just, um.” You shook your head, sniffing. “Thank you. That… helped. I think.” 

Zoro bummed out his response. “Of course,” he said easily. “You’re my girl. It’s my job to cheer you up.” He kissed your knuckles again. “And you can talk to any of us. I’m not really the best at this, but everyone else…” he shrugged. 

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him. Zoro nodded, tugging you down until you finally took a seat on a crate beside him. “I think it’s just been worse lately.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re better than the waiter,” Zoro said. You just laughed. 

“I think you’re biased, but thank you,” you said. “Here, I, um, I promise I’ll let you know if I’m feeling down, I guess. If you don’t mind.” 

“Definitely don’t mind,” Zoro answered. This time he placed a gentle kiss on your neck, somewhere at the bottom near the back. “Leave the mopping for someone else. You’ve already done a lot.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as Zoro kissed the rest of the way up the back of your neck. He placed a final one right below your earlobe. With that, Zoro stood up, sweeping one arm under your legs and hoisting you up. You cracked open an eye to regard him with a blank look. “What are you doing?” 

“Bringing you back to my room,” Zoro answered. “You didn’t get much sleep tonight. And I doubt anyone wants to watch me kissing you on the main deck anyway.” 

That was fair enough reasoning, so you didn’t complain, letting him carry you all the way to his cabin and gently lay you down onto his bed. He leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your lips—you could still taste the saltwater from your tears from before. “Want me to stay?” Zoro asked. 

“You don’t have to,” you said automatically, and Zoro raised both his eyebrows. You let out a sigh. “Okay, I get it. Yes. Please stay.” 

“All you had to say,” Zoro said, shedding himself of his shoes and swords before leaning over the bed to watch you. He didn’t slip under the covers or anything, just propped an arm up on the mattress, kneeling beside the bed. There was tender silence for a few moments before Zoro spoke again. 

“I love you,” he said abruptly, voice rough but somehow still soft. Your heart beat too fast in your chest, ribcage squeezing in on the organ and making it skip. His hand slid along the mattress to find yours, and you took the offer, fingers clasping around his palm. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back. Zoe leaned over, then, the hand not intertwined with yours tilting your jaw over just so to allow him better access to your mouth. He kissed you full-on, tender but firm, mouth working against yours in a way that unraveled you entirely. Your grip on his hand tightened as he deepened the kiss, a soft sound emitting from low in your throat. Finally you broke apart, heaving for breath, exhales mixing together midair. An exchange of souls, you’d heard once, somewhere. 

“Come on,” you murmured, tugging Zoro closer to the bed so he got the hint. He slipped beside you onto it, turning your head again to meet you in another kiss. His hand drifted down to your waist, holding you securely in place.  

“I don’t think anyone should need us for a few more hours, right?” Zoro asked, and you laughed. He swallowed up the sounds with his mouth, tongue licking languidly into you as he rubbed delicate circles into the skin of your waist. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and then he was kissing you again. 

You let him siphon the soul out of your lungs, knowing you were getting his right back. 

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Double-Booked for the Night

Summary: Reader and Spencer have been double-booked by JJ for a night of babysitting. What happens when the situation brings out some buried feelings from both parties?

Prompt: JJ accidentally double booked a babysitter for Henry. You both end up staying, and after watching the kids all night, he can't help but want you.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut/Fluff

Content Warning: Spencer POV, coworkers to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, he picks her up, heavy making-out, unprotected sex, shades of breeding

Word Count: 7.7k

In my time at the BAU, I had grown accustomed to the many changes it had brought to my life. I’d been made part of a world where long hours, serial killers, and few hours of sleep were the standard, and despite what anyone had to say about it, I had yet to truly hate my job. There were times where I couldn’t fathom that this was my life, that I was being made to peer into the minds of prolific serial killers at any given day, and expected to come out fine after, but for every negative this job brought, there was always one overwhelming positive. 

My team.

 If you got me tipsy enough, though, I’d probably end up babbling about the girl I’d come to know in the years I’d been here. (Y/N). 

If you got me a little drunker, I’d probably end up whining about how in the aforementioned years I’d been here, we’d never made a move on each other, despite the obvious chemistry. Part of me just wanted to mitigate the tension that had been building for ages, pull her into some darkened hallway and  kiss her senseless. Unfortunately, I was aware of the consequences that would come from acting so rashly, and so for both our sakes, I held back.  

Thankfully, there were a thousand things to distract me from my crush on the agent, and one of those things was JJ’s adorable son. Apart from being his godfather, my known lack of  a relationship among the team caused me to become the resident babysitter for the Jareau-LaMontagne household.

 It was always wonderful to lend a helping hand to one of my closest friends at the BAU, and let her and her husband get out of the house once in a while, but it was even more of an added bonus that Henry was absolutely adorable, and had honestly stolen my heart. I’d make my way to JJ and Will’s house, opening the door to be greeted by the blonde boy, who was always equally as excited to see me. I’d grown fond of him, and genuinely looked forward to whatever time we’d end up spending together. 

Which is why, when I’d come around to JJ’s house on a Friday night at her request, it was a little staggering to not see a head of blonde hair running to cling to my legs, but rather the coworker that had been plaguing my thoughts everyday for nearly three years at that point. It took me a second to focus on the actual situation at hand, as I was momentarily stunned into silence over how she appeared before me. She looked so casual, her hair loosely strung about, with a big hoodie and yoga pants enveloping her figure. She looked cozy, and warm- a noticeable change from the professional work attire I’d become accustomed to seeing her in. It was nice. And it briefly stopped my brain for a second.  It took me about five seconds before I remembered where I was, meeting her confused expression with mine. 

“(Y/N)?” I started. “What are you doing here?” I watched her keep the door open, whilst I raised my own eyebrow. 

“Babysitting for Henry, what are you..?” She replied, knitting her brows a bit. 

“Babysitting for Henry.” I responded, a little incredulously. 

“But JJ asked me..?” She started, when I interrupted her.  

 “Will asked me.” I said, and she nodded knowingly, realizing what had happened. 

“They double booked us.” She said, with a chuckle. 

God, she was so beautiful when she laughed like that.  

“Yeah, they did, didn’t they?” I say, rubbing the back of my neck, a little self consciously with a stupid smile plastered on my face. 

I couldn’t help but watch the little crinkle that formed at the sides of her eyes as she smiled affectionately at my remark. She had this way of making my insides turn to goo with a simple look, and at this moment, that was exactly how I was feeling. The way my body reacted to her came about naturally, and it was almost impossible to keep under wraps, even in moments like this. She gave me an adorable grin, laughing with me about the absurdity of the situation. 

“I guess I’ll..  go then.” I say with a chuckle, looking down at her. “JJ and Will only need one babysitter, and you’re already here..” I reason, gesturing to her standing at the door. 

“Yeah, I.. suppose you’re right.” She says, giving me another one of her small smiles. 

“I’ll see you at work then?” I say, a little awkwardly. Her hands twitched as they approached the doorknob, and I could feel it again. The absolute strain that seemed to reside between us. The manner in which her gaze connected with mine.  The way she seemed to linger a little too close to me instead of the handle of the door. It was so obvious we were denying what we wanted from each other, and it felt so ridiculous. I could feel myself letting out a breath, stepping away before I did anything stupid, until I heard a barreling of little steps hurtling towards me. 

“Uncle Spencer!” Henry cried, pushing past (Y/N), who nearly toppled over as the boy sprang at my legs. I steadied myself by grabbing onto the frame on the door, my smile returning as I reached down to hug him. 

“Hey! Henry.” I say, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately and bending down to meet his eye-level. “How are you doing?” 

“Auntie (Y/N) was about to put on a movie for us.” Henry says, smiling brightly and already attempting to tug me into the house. “Come watch!” 

“Aww, Henry.” I say, giving him a little frown. “I can’t, I’m sorry though.” I say, gently. “You should watch with Auntie (Y/N) though!” I say, smiling and looking up at her from my place on the floor. My gaze softened a bit as I noticed the unmistakable trace of blush on her cheeks, but my attention was quickly turned back to Henry, feeling another tug from him.  

“You don’t wanna watch with us?” He says, with the biggest puppy-dog eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Henry..” I start with an apologetic tone, about to explain that I really couldn’t impose, even if deep down,  I secretly wanted to, if not to spend time with him, but her. 

“You can stay, you know?” She interjects from above us, and I look up at her, displaying my confused smile. 

“Really?” I say, raising my eyebrows at her, as I stood back up to face her.  “You’d be okay with that?” I say, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. 

“I mean, I don’t think I’d not take up the offer of more help with him.” She says, chuckling a bit as she crossed her arms and leaned up against the door frame.

I looked at Henry once more, grinning. I asked him, “Would you be okay with that, buddy?” 

Henry nodded excitedly, already pulling me into the house with his little hands. “Auntie (Y/N) put on a movie for me.”  He continued adorably, a bounce in his step as he guided me to the couch. 

I smiled at Henry as he led me to the living room, some children’s movie I didn’t recognize playing on the screen. I could hear (Y/N) following us after closing the front door and as I sat down, she smiled at me again. 

“It’s actually kind of a miracle you showed up when you did.” She says to me, a light giggle escaping from her lips. “I had no idea how I was going to get dinner out  and watch him at the same time.” She explained, as Henry made his way next to me, getting comfortable. 

“Ah, you know.” I say, shrugging and laughing nonchalantly, opening my arms to allow Henry to lean against me. “Always happy to help. Especially if it involves this little guy.” I ruffled his hair and heard a little chuckle against me from the boy, as I kept my eyes on her, flashing her a soft smile.

Henry grinned at that, as he excitedly started talking about the movie that was playing, wildly gesticulating as he attempted to explain what I’d missed since I’d entered the room. I nodded, but out of the corner of my eye I saw (Y/N) enter the kitchen, presumably to prepare Henry’s dinner. I heard and saw her rustling about the kitchen in small flashes, and a small smile graced my face at the sight of her. It was silly, but I rarely got to see this side of her. She looked so calm and laid-back, and it was a welcomed change, one that brought a certain warmth to my chest just from the look of it. 

I watched her for a few more moments, before turning my full attention back to Henry. I listened to him, nodding like I totally understood everything he was saying, even if he was talking fifty words a minute and stumbling over his speech every step of the way. Regardless, I loved him. Loved spending time with him, and that was only made better when I saw (Y/N) approach us in the living room, plopping down next to Henry with a plate of lasagna. 

“Okay, I know Mommy doesn’t usually let you eat in front of the TV.. so this’ll be our secret, okay?” She said, a playful glint in her eye as she carefully handed the plate to Henry. “But you gotta promise me one thing.” 

Henry nodded excitedly. She spoke with mock seriousness to him, pursing her lips and nodding. “You gotta promise me you’re gonna finish everything off your plate, alright?” It wasn’t even a question, as Henry nodded, happily agreeing with her, and digging into the food she’d brought. She sat back, looking satisfied with herself.  I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the sight. She was always kind at work, and it wasn’t surprising that she was good with kids, but I never expected her to be this good. She fit into the role naturally, and it sent a feeling of endearment through me as I watched her speak to Henry. 

Henry ate quietly between the two of us as I watched the TV, but in actuality my mind was completely focused on her. The softness in her actions towards Henry, the tenderness in her eyes as she dealt with him. It was truly having an effect on me, and in a moment of weakness I allowed myself to get wrapped up in a fantasy involving her, me and a child of our own. It was insane! I’d never even kissed the girl before, but watching her like this made me desperately long for a situation in which we had a family together, a concept I had been yearning for privately, only exacerbated by the wonderful woman in front of me. 

It seemed I’d gotten a little too lost in my thoughts, because I felt Henry tugging at my shoulder, and I blinked, realizing he’d been trying to get my attention for a few seconds now.  “Uncle Spencer!” He whined, and I looked at him with a stir. 

“Ah, sorry Henry! Got really into the movie.” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit as I ran my hands through my hair. “What’s up?” 

“Can you help me wash my hands?” He asked, in his little voice, and I laughed a little, nodding. 

(Y/N) took his plate from him, smiling at me and mouthing a ‘thanks’, which I returned with a smile of my own and thumbs-up, as I took Henry to the bathroom. I led him there, opening the door and watching from the door frame as he stood on the kiddie-stool, washing his hands for the full, recommended twenty seconds. I’d taught him well. When he finished, he wiped his hands on the hand towel and leapt off the stool, running past me. I rolled my eyes fondly, because as usual, Henry had left the bathroom light and door open. I closed both for him, walking to catch up with him, and before I’d even entered the living room, Henry was sitting on the couch, already back to watching the movie that played in front of him. 

I came near him, ruffling his hair. “You all good there, bud?” I asked, and Henry nodded absentmindedly, clearly focused on the TV instead of my words, and I chuckled affectionately at his total and complete disinterest in me, now that he could watch TV uninterrupted. 

“You okay if I go help out Auntie (Y/N) in the kitchen real quick? I’ll be right here.” I said, reassuringly, but Henry wasn’t even paying attention, so I smiled and walked towards the kitchen, beckoned by the sight of (Y/N) washing Henry’s dinner dish, her sleeves rolled up and her previously open hair now pinned back. 

I approached her and leaned against the counter, smiling a little dumbly as I watched her, until she looked up at me, sending me a confused grin. “What are you smiling about, Reid?” She asked, a playful lilt in her voice as she continued scrubbing away at the dishes. 

“Ah, nothing.” I responded, but she looked up, rolling her eyes with amusement. 

“You know we’re both profilers, right?” She shot back, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me. “I can tell when you’re not exactly being truthful.” She paused, before taking a second to properly look at me. “Come on, spit it out.” 

I took a breath, shrugging and turning my body to face her as she kept her gaze trained on me. “It’s really nothing, I just.. I guess I’m surprised by how good you are with kids.” I say, not trying to let on how much tonight had actually affected me in regards to my feelings about her. 

She raised her eyebrows, letting a giggle fall from her lips. “What, you think I’d suck with them or something?” She said, biting her lip a bit and I felt my heart turn a bit at that. Even though I was aware she was joking, I felt the overwhelming need to comfort her, to make my intentions more than clear. 

“No, no, (Y/N).” I say, shaking my head and chuckling. “I just meant- you’re so thoughtful at work, of course you’d be good with kids. It’s a no-brainer. But I don’t know, seeing it in front of me was just..” I took a breath, smiling. “This may be totally weird to say, but you’d make a great mom.” 

I watched her reaction, fearing I’d maybe crossed a line by saying so, but she smiled shyly, purposely keeping her eyes off me as she asked, “Yeah? You think so?” 

I kept my eyes on her, adoringly observing her as I nodded. “Yeah, no. I know so.” 

I watched her bite her lip as she kept her view away from mine, and even in the dim lighting of the kitchen, I saw a light blush fill her cheeks. She looked up at me, an innocently amused look on her face. 

“Thank you, Spencer. That means a lot.” She responds, starting to dry her hands with a dish towel off the side of the sink. As she reached forward, she shifted herself a bit closer to me and I watched as she rubbed off the water droplets on her skin with the fabric. I could physically hear her swallowing as our proximity to each other was brought closer, and I couldn’t help but watch her lips, slightly red and swollen from biting on them all night. It was a habit of hers I’d noticed since we began working, and tonight, it was driving me fucking crazy. I wondered what it’d feel like to have her lips against mine, to run my tongue over the plumpness of them. I imagined pinning her against the counter right here, kissing her until we both forgot our names and lost our breath in each other. I shakily exhaled at the thought, and at that moment, she looked up at me, and seemingly caught me in the act of staring, except she didn’t move away. We exchanged glances for a beat, and I was beginning to contemplate leaning in, repercussions be damned, but in a twisted turn of fate, we heard a little voice calling out to us in the other room. 

“Auntie (Y/N)! Uncle Spencer! The movie’s over!” He called out, starting to run into the kitchen with the remote. (Y/N) laughed nervously, moving away from me to pick up Henry in her arms. I stepped away just as fast,  going back to leaning on the counter as I watched her cradle the boy in her arms, and I could physically recognize the feeling of affection filling my body as my eyes were fixed on her. If she noticed, she pretended not to, turning her entire focus on the boy. 

“You know what that means, right, Henry?” (Y/N) asked, cooing a bit at the boy. “It’s time for bed, alright? Let’s get you upstairs.” 

“Can Uncle Spencer come too?” Henry asked, looking at me. The boy was clearly a little more tired now that it was later in the night, but he was quite clear in his demands. Henry then looked at (Y/N), his eyes big and wide. “Did you know Uncle Spencer can read me a whole story without the book?”

(Y/N) only laughed at that, looking between me and the boy. “Can he now? I guess he’s just going to have to join us for bedtime, right?” She looks at me, raising an eyebrow and I nod, beaming a little coyly. 

“Eidetic memory, remember?” I say, smirking at her. 

She makes an amused sound at that, nodding knowingly. “How could I forget?”

 She sighs softly, still supporting Henry in her arms. “Okay, let’s get you to sleep, bud.” She says, kissing the top of his head,, beginning to walk towards the stairs, looking back at me and motioning for me to follow. 

I smiled at the gesture, and again, I could sense my heart yearning for a future in which this was our life. It was ridiculous, and yet as the night progressed, my imagination only continued to go wild with the possibilities of a reality where we were each other’s. I continued to walk with her, until we reached Henry’s room, which she slowly turned the knob to. She walked in, keeping the door open for me as I trailed behind her, closing the door. She laid Henry down in the bed, looking at me. 

She ran her hands down her thighs, beaming gently at me through the low light of Henry’s bedroom. “I’ll.. um. I’ll leave you here with him?” She asked, keeping her voice low. I felt a moment of disappointment flash through me, secretly wishing she’d stay, for us to spend more time in this bubble we’d created for ourselves tonight. I know I wasn’t crazy, I know that she had to feel it too. But, at the risk of seeming clingy, I nodded, permitting her to leave the room. But a little voice protested, sitting straight up in his bed and tugging at her hand back to him. 

“No, no!” Henry whined. “I want Auntie (Y/N) and Uncle Spencer here.” 

I could hear her pause, before looking at me with a subtle, surrendering expression in her eyes. “Okay, okay, Henry.” She says, sitting down in his bed next to him.

 She smoothed over his hair, and Henry looked at me expectantly. I exchanged a quick, covert look with her, implicitly making sure she was okay with all this, and she nodded, even repositioning herself to allow me more space on the other side of Henry. I slid in, moving around until I found a more comfortable position. The three of us attempting to squish into the same, child-sized bed resulted in a slightly tight fit, but it was cozy, nonetheless. (Y/N) had adjusted to be slightly leaned on her side, her hands now lazily playing with Henry’s hair, brushing the hair away from his face. I observed her affectionately, sensing a familiar warmth suffuse me yet again, as I beheld the domesticity in front of me. She made eye contact with me, still keeping her fingers running through the strands of the boy’s hair, smirking softly at me. 

“You know.. I think someone promised us a bedtime story.” She murmured quietly, a touch of whimsy in her voice. 

I chuckled softly at that, breathing out a little harder out of my nose. “Okay, yeah. Right.” I took a breath, and tried to recall something to recite off the top of my head. I decided on a classic, Alice in Wonderland as I felt its longevity would allow Henry ample time to fall asleep. She seemed pleased with this too, relaxing into her position on her other side of Henry, watching me as I began. I started to speak, my tone low and soothing, and in about twenty or so minutes, I could hear the soft breathing of the boy slow down and I gazed upon him, but quickly realized that (Y/N)’s fingers had stilled in his hair too, and in a moment of realization, I became aware that not only was Henry asleep, but so was she. I allowed myself to stare at her sleeping figure, marveling at the way strands of her soft hair gently placed themselves around her face in a way that framed her delicate features perfectly. I swallowed, wishing more than anything that I could lean over, brush over the wisps and kiss her forehead, but I held back, opting to gently push her awake. 

“(Y/N).. hey.” I breathed out softly, keeping my voice to a low whisper so as to not wake Henry. “Come on, you don’t wanna fall asleep here.” I brought my hand to her shoulder, rubbing it softly to stir her awake and she did, blinking herself awake. She realized where she was and yawned, and let a soft giggle escape her lips. 

“Ah, I totally fell asleep, didn’t I?” She mused, keeping a hushed voice. 

“Yeah, you did.” I replied, watching as she woke up slowly, waiting for her to get up. 

“You’re good at that. Getting him to sleep, I mean.” She said in return, keeping her attention on me, never once diverting her eyes from mine. She paused, seeming to consider her next words carefully, before following with a gentle addition, “You’d make a great dad.” 

I tensed at the words, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment and the sheer need to reach over and grab her by the shoulders, as if to alert her that, ‘Yes! I would! And I want that with you!’

Instead, I softly chuckled at her words, swallowing down my affection and nodding. “Yeah, I guess.”

She released a quiet breath, starting to move off the bed as slowly as she could. “We should get out of here. JJ and Will will be home soon, and we can go home.” She replied, in a faint voice. 

I nodded, already beginning to shuffle off the bed and joining her at the door. I watched her give Henry one last look, before opening the door. She held it ajar for me and I walked past her quietly, and as I did, she followed, closing the door with a gentle click, and releasing another exhale. 

“Thank god.” She said, smiling a little brighter now. We walked down the stairs, and she allowed her voice to raise as we got further and further away from Henry’s room. “It takes me forever to get him down. You’re like.. actual magic.” She continues, nudging my shoulder. 

I fidget with my fingers, feeling a little bashful. We approached the living room again, standing in the middle of the room as we continued talking. “Yeah, no. JJ and Will have been asking me to babysit since Henry was three. You learn a lot.” 

She gleamed at that, nodding. “Regardless of how you figured out how to do it, you were still a huge lifesaver tonight.” She remarked, adding to her statement in a soft voice. “Thanks.”

 Her eyes met with mine. I gave her a smile, making eye contact with her again. I’d always loved her eyes, they were always so big and expressive. They just contained so much emotion, and I’d grown to love watching her when she was happy, or excited, because those emotions were so clearly reflected on every part of her face. But right now, as I looked into her eyes, they expressed an emotion I’d become very accustomed to seeing tonight, and found myself precariously losing my will to deny.

Desire. 

And there it was again, that tenderness, that affection, and just the absolute craving to be with her, in every sense of the word. She bit her lip, and in an instant it was made clear to me that perhaps my sentiment to overlook the possible aftermath of giving into the desire that plagued us was shared, because she moved a little closer to me, her eyes moving from my eyes to my lips. I swallowed.

“Tonight was.. fun.” I murmur, eyeing her lips in a similar manner as she had.

She nodded, silent, before releasing a shaky exhale. “It was .. fun. Yeah.”  She responds, her voice barely above a whisper. 

We were barely speaking, and yet in that moment I felt entirely breathless in her presence. I wanted to say something, anything, but any thought of mine completely died, because as soon as I even attempted to open my mouth, she surged forward, planting her lips on mine. I was momentarily stunned. She kissed me once, then twice and then slowly pulled away.  I instantly missed the feeling and warmth of her mouth against mine, wanting nothing more than to pull her against me again. She, on the other hand, looked mortified, her lips parted and her complexion flushed.

“Oh god, Spencer.” She started, a little frantic. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, and we can forget-” 

I finally gave into what I’d been yearning for the whole night, not even bothering to respond to her apologies as I pulled her back against me, bringing her face closer to mine in a heated, passionate kiss. I could feel her happily sigh into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, and she only responded more enthusiastically to that, her arms wrapping themselves around my neck. I took the opportunity to lean down, placing my hands on the back of her thighs, never once letting my lips leave hers. I heard her moan slightly into my mouth at that, and I couldn’t help the smirk that formed on my face. I’d wanted this for so long, and with the way she was reacting, I could tell the lust I felt was mirrored in her as well. 

I laid her on the couch, finally letting my lips leave hers to take a breath as I positioned myself above her and grinning wildly, She looked equally as excited, already trying to pull me back against her. 

“You have.. no idea.. how bad I’ve wanted this.” She murmured, in between breaths, attempting to kiss me yet again. 

Before I kissed her, I leaned down, letting my lips brush over the shell of her ear, lowly whispering, “I think I have a clue.”

 I heard another soft moan coming from her at my words, and I felt a wave of pride knowing I’d done that to her. She was the one under me, moaning for me like that, and it only spurred me on further. I promptly moved myself closer to kiss her again, letting both of my hands rest on either side of my face as I hovered above her, fully losing myself in the action. We continued at this, feeling our hunger for more grow. I began to let my hand trail down to her hips, slowly bringing my hand under her hoodie, feeling a shudder as my hand met her warm skin. It took nearly everything to not rip it off her, but in an unanticipated shift in circumstances, we heard the telltale noise of the front door knob moving from its locked position, signifying that JJ and Will had gotten home.

I lept off her, her body imitating my movements, instantly moving away from mine and I almost immediately yearned for her touch again, but I understood the dire situation we’d found ourselves in. She brushed over her hair, attempting to make herself look as normal as she possibly could. I took in her state, hair in disarray, her skin reddened and her lips swollen. I had a sneaking feeling that I most likely mirrored her disheveledness, and took a breath, silently begging that JJ and Will wouldn’t notice, and even if they did, they didn’t comment on it. We heard the footsteps of them approaching the living room, and (Y/N) stood up to greet them. 

“JJ, Will.” She said, smiling. “Henry’s all asleep and put down.” 

JJ smiled at her, hugging her gently. “Oh, thank you so much. Was he good?” She asked, laughing a bit. 

“An angel.” (Y/N) responded, smiling. 

As JJ’s eyes met mine, she raised an eyebrow. “Spencer, what are you doing here?” She asked, with a confused look, before Will spoke up behind us.

“I thought (Y/N) couldn’t babysit.. I called Spencer.” Will said, a little sheepishly. 

JJ looked at him, her jaw dropping a bit. “No, remember? I told you, (Y/N) wasn’t but then she could.” 

The two of them laughed a little apologetically as they realized their miscommunication, turning to face me and (Y/N). 

“We’re so sorry guys. We didn’t even realize..” JJ started, but (Y/N) interrupted her. 

“No, no. It’s okay! Spencer was a huge help.” She says, smiling at me. 

“Yeah.” I responded, nodding and affirming her statement in an attempt to alleviate any guilt JJ or Will might’ve felt about the situation (not trying to reveal how secretly pleased I was with it). “(Y/N) made the time go by faster than usual. Don’t even worry about it.” 

JJ sighed, smiling and nodding. “Thank you. It was nice to get out of the house tonight.”

“It was  no problem.” (Y/N) responds. I can tell she’s trying to play it cool, to end off the interaction before JJ looked at the two of us for a little too long and realized what had conspired in her and Will’s absence. “So.. uh. It’s late.” (Y/N) breathes out. “And I love your kid, JJ, but I’m ready for some well deserved sleep.” She said, with a little smile. 

JJ nodded, knowing the feeling all too well. “Yeah, get out of here.” She said, playfully waving a hand at (Y/N), then me. “You too, Spencer. I’m sure you’re tired too, even if you’re too polite to say so.” 

I rubbed my neck with my hand, chuckling softly. “Yeah, yeah.” I replied, trying to fake tiredness to match JJ’s expectations of what I’d be like after a night of watching her kid. However, I was probably the furthest thing from tired. My mind was racing with the possibilities of what had just occurred with (Y/N) just now, and how badly I wanted to do more. The sheer desperation I felt for her was absolutely ruining me, and honestly, I had very little willpower stopping me from just taking her hand and dragging her out of the house, and kissing her right outside on the porch. Thankfully, before that could happen, (Y/N) started walking towards the door and I followed behind her, attempting to look as normal as I could. 

“Goodnight!” She called out, opening the door. 

“Get home safe!” JJ responded, watching as we both left and closing the door behind us. I took a breath, turning towards her and exhaling. The night air was a lot colder than the warmth of the house, but even then I could feel how hot my body was becoming, absolutely begging for her once again.

“So..” I started. 

“So..” She responded, and then suddenly spoke up. “Do you need a ride home?” 

I blinked in response, understanding the implicit request in her words and biting my lip at it. “Yeah, I do.” I responded. 

“Great.” She responds with purpose, grabbing my hand with a need I’d never seen from her before. It thrilled the hell out of me to know she was just as eager as me, and longed for me with the same fervor. Her gaze was intense as she led me to her car, and in a split second, I decided I couldn’t wait an entire car ride to taste her again. I quickly pinned her against the war, and I could feel her let out a noise of surprise before I dove in for another kiss, taking delight in the way she pressed against me instantly, giving into the kiss. She demonstrated her enthusiasm, nearly moaning into my mouth and I laughed, shushing her in between kisses. 

“(Y/N)!” I said, whisper-yelling. “We’re right outside JJ and Will’s house. Someone’s gonna hear us.” 

She pulled back, breathing heavily and looking at me with a glint in her eye. “Well, will you hurry up then and just take me back to your place?” She retorted, playfully, diving in for one last kiss. 

I nodded. “Gladly.” I took the car keys from her, grinning wildly. 

“Hey! It’s my car!” She said, trying to grab the keys back, a hint of amusement in her tone. 

“I know a faster way back to my place. Wouldn’t you rather get there, than argue over who drives?” I say, feeling a surge of confidence as I cockily raised an eyebrow at her. 

She rolled her eyes, but I could sense the fondness in the expression as she basically ran to the passenger side, opening the door. “Drive fast. Please.” The desperation in her tone heightened my arousal and I wondered if it’d be possible to just give up and have sex in the backseat of her car, but I quickly let go of the thought. I’d wanted this for so long, and when I fucked her tonight, I was going to take my time. I was going to savor her, worship her for everything she was. 

It took ten, painstakingly long minutes for us to reach my apartment, and less than three to stumble to my apartment, all over each other like a pair of horny teenagers. It was like we were magnets, unable to get away from each other for even a second without thinking we couldn’t live without the other. I responded passionately to each and every one of her advances against me, kissing her fervently against the wall, up the stairs, before finally leading her to my bedroom. We fell into my bed in a tangle of limbs, and I breathed heavily over her. Ultimately, we found ourselves once again in the same position we’d been in on JJ and Will’s couch, with me on top of her. I looked down at her, finally taking a break from kissing her to cradle her face with my palm, still holding myself above her body. 

“Did you mean it?” She asked, softly, biting her lip. 

“What do you mean?” I respond, starting to move my lips gently down her neck, testing out different points of sensitivity. I wanted to kiss every inch of her bare skin, to feel her in every way. I could feel her body squirm and tense as I let my lips linger on a particular spot between her ear and neck, beginning to lightly suck there until I heard a quiet moan coming out from the girl in front of me. 

“The thing about me being a good mom.” She spoke, in between moans and happy sighs. “Or was that like, flirting? For sex?” 

I suddenly retracted my position from her neck, making her whine a bit but I quickly placed a hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. 

“(Y/N), I cannot express how devastatingly real my feelings are for you. You’re- you’re perfect. And I wish I’d said it a long time before tonight, if I knew we could’ve done this much earlier.” I looked deep into her eyes, hoping my words and the intensity of my gaze could properly convey just how sincere I was about this, about her. 

Her lips parted, and she let out a soft exhale, and then allowed the corners of her mouth to turn upwards in a smile. I smiled down at her, once again recapturing her lips in a kiss, almost as if to seal the deal between us. She reciprocated, before pulling back. “I meant it.” She admitted softly. “I’ve always thought you’d be a good dad.” 

I could feel myself blushing at that, moving in for another kiss. I was enthralled by her, addicted to her taste and the way her lips moved over mine. I felt like I could do forever, but a slight mewl alerted me that she wanted a bit more than that.

“Spence, kissing is really, really nice. But if you don’t fuck-” 

I quickly understood, beginning to kiss the expanse down her neck, already moving my hands under her hoodie and grabbing at her breast, squeezing the soft and supple skin through her bra, eliciting the sweetest sounds from her that only served to embolden me. I slowly moved to remove the pieces of fabric between us, and as soon as she registered the shuffling of her hoodie, she eagerly reached out to begin undoing the buttons of my own shirt. She paused, letting me pull off the hoodie and I leaned back, admiring her, all laid out like this for me. I ran a finger against her jawline, and watched her shudder at the intimacy of the action. 

“You’re so beautiful.” I whisper, physically unable to take my eyes off her. I could tell it was affecting her, as she looked shy under my gaze, a light tinge of pink now dusting her cheeks as I spoke the words. 

“Thank you.” She says, in a similar tone to mine. She leans up to kiss me again, and her fingers are working my buttons. I let her, shrugging the shirt off and pressing my bare chest against her. She was just so soft, and warm, and I truly couldn’t get enough of her. I moved down, kissing the swell of her breasts and moving my fingers back to unclasp her bra, slipping it off her and immediately attaching my mouth to her nipples, moving my hand to rub at the other one. I watched her mouth drop open, her face contorting with pleasure, moaning out my name. I continued my ministrations for a moment, before beginning to kiss down her stomach. I could feel the tensing of the muscles, her happy sighs and light moans indicating to me I was doing a good job at pleasing her, and at that moment, it’s all I wanted. 

I began to slip down her sweatpants, reveling in the way she lifted up her hips, kicking off the clothing. I kissed near the hem of her underwear, teasing her by lightly tracing my finger near where a wet patch had formed against them. 

“You were so good today, you know that?” I murmur, letting my breath hit her clothed core. I pressed a chaste kiss against it. “So fucking good.” 

I hear a desperate moan from her, her hips jolting against my face, begging me for more. I nod, using my fingers to slide down the fabric, watching in fascination as her glistening folds were revealed to me, and in an almost primal way, I let my tongue dart out, licking a fat stripe against her. She immediately shuddered, nearly closing her thighs around me from the intense euphoria she was experiencing. I hooked my hands underneath them, holding her open and tasting the hot flesh against my tongue, enjoying the way she tasted against me. I had never felt such a burning need for anyone in my entire life, and I’m sure she could tell by the way, given the way I was absolutely devouring into her, my tongue continuing to move against her like a man starved, lapping up whatever I could. I wanted it all. I began to feel her thighs shake uncontrollably against me, and her moans reverberating around the room as her volume got louder. 

“Please-please! Spencer. Holy fuck. Please don’t stop, please don’t-” 

I let my tongue dart harshly against her clit, and her begging fell into a string of incoherent whimpers and praises for my mouth, making me chuckle slightly. It seemed to do her in, the vibration of my mouth causing her moans reaching a peak they hadn’t this entire night, and a tension leaving her body as she looked down at me with glazed eyes, breathing heavily. I drank her arousal, feeling the entirety of her arousal coating my lower chin. She moaned at the overstimulation, but I could only focus on how fucking good she tasted. 

I moved up against her, giving her another kiss, before I felt her moving, tugging me off her. 

“Something wrong?” I asked, knitting my brows and biting my lip. 

“I need you inside me. Now. Please.” She said, the intensity of her desperation going straight to my cock as I nodded quickly. 

“Okay, yeah.” I replied, quickly beginning to undo my own pants and pulling my cock out of the confines of my briefs. I gave it a few strong tugs, before moving above her again, rubbing the head of my arousal against her folds. She moaned at the feeling, before it died out into a silent scream as I moved inside of her with no warning. She screwed her eyes shut, before moaning out, “Fuck. You feel so good.” 

That was all the incentive I needed, beginning to buck wildly against her watching as we both lost ourselves in the pleasure we were giving to the other. As she whimpered, I moaned out at the feeling of how well she was taking me. I leaned down, whispering into her ear. “You’re so good.” I moaned, feeling a particularly strong clench against my cock. “I want you so badly. I wanna make you mine.” I groaned, barely getting the words out as she tensed against me, clearly nearing her second release of the night. 

I could feel the twitch of my member inside of her, feeling the arousal fill up in the pit of my belly, my breathing getting heavier and faster as we both reached our peaks. 

“Take me.” She moaned, desperate and needy. “I’m yours. Make me yours.” She said, nearly screaming out the words. 

My hips snapped harder against her, a primal growl coming out of me as I heard the words. “Is that right? You wanna be filled? You want my cum inside you, then?” 

“Yes, yes! Spencer, please- please! I need it!” At her last beg, I groaned, feeling myself expel inside of her, feeling myself come inside of her. A few moments later, her walls spasmed against me, soft whimpers and moans leaving her lips as she convulsed against my cock. I thrust lazily, working both of us through our orgasms, before gently rolling off her, and kissing her forehead, then her cheek.

“You’re so amazing.” I whisper to her, as she gives me a dazed smile, clearly fucked out but elated. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, and it only served to make her look even more radiant in the light of my bedroom. 

“You too, doc.” She said, a teasing quality in her voice, as she shifted herself closer to me. I opened my arms up to her, letting her lay her head on my chest, and I could feel her breathing relax and slow down as she settled against me, closing her eyes. 

“Goodnight.” I murmur, kissing the top of her head one final time. I began to close my eyes, ready to fall asleep like this, before I heard her voice again, soft and light. 

“Spence?” She mumbled, half-asleep as her lips brushed the bare skin of my chest. 

“Mm?” 

“I really like you.” 

I laughed at that, feeling a bloom of absolute adoration fill my chest. “I really like you too.” I sighed, closing my eyes once more. “Sleep.” 

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing, groaning as I realized it was JJ. (Y/N) was still asleep in my arms, and I shifted our positions slightly, careful not to wake her. I answered the phone in a low tone. “JJ? What’s up?” 

JJ’s voice came frantic from the other line. “Spencer?! Spencer. Oh my god. Did (Y/N) get home last night? I’m here at her apartment, and I don’t see her car in the parking space and-” 

I internally groaned, realizing I was going to need to explain her whereabouts without revealing what we had done. “Erm. JJ. Don’t worry.” I responded, trying to seem nonchalant, keeping my voice down. “I’m sure she’s fine.” 

“Don’t worry?! Spencer, where the fuck is she?! Did you see her go home or-” 

I interrupted her, sighing discerning that JJ wasn't going to take a vague answer right now. “She’s with me, okay! It’s okay. She’s with me.” 

There was a beat, and then I heard the smile in her voice. “She’s with you?” 

I rubbed my forehead, letting out a low groan. “She is.” 

JJ’s voice, now growing excited erupted in a fit of giggles and laughs. “Oh god, I owe Will twenty bucks now. I knew it would happen eventually, but I never assumed all it would take would be one night spent together!” 

It was my turn to be confused, knitting my brows. “Sorry, what?” 

JJ responded simply, her coyness over the phone giving away everything. “Let’s just say we knew we were double-booking last night.” 

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🌿 | 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔: drabbles

╰┈➤ how would the ninjas react to you telling them that you love them for the first time?

🍃 WARNINGS: fluff, sarcasm, minor wound (Jay), mentions of cursing and self doubt (Kai), nightmares (Lloyd)

🌳 CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Cole, Jay, Kai, Lloyd, Nya, Zane (separately), x (gender neutral) reader

🌴 AUTHORS NOTE: tehe first writing post, hi buddies!! :) A bit of OOC Nya but I still think what I wrote for her was too cute to change <3

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓒𝐎𝐋𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

"Cole… That’s too much sugar-" You interjected, grasping your boyfriend’s arm before he could empty the sugar into the mixing bowl.

“Oh.. my bad, (Name)." Cole chuckled sheepishly, his smile betraying his embarrassment as he glanced at you, “Sorry,” He added.

With a playful roll of your eyes, you aided him in adjusting the sugar amount, "No wonder you’re a sucky chef, Cole," you teased, prompting a scoff from him.

“Me? A sucky chef, please!" He exaggerated the ‘please,’ earning a knowing look from you.

“What? Did you know I’m secretly Gordon Ramsey’s love child?" He grinned.

“In your dreams you probably are," you laughed, causing his face to drop in mock disbelief.

“How dare you? Take this." Cole took the flour that was laying on the counter, grabbed some from the packet and tossed it into your face.

“Cole..! Stop!" You squealed, shielding your face with your arms.

“Nuh uh, you are going to face my flour wrath, (Name)!" He persisted, continuing to shower you with flour until you managed to wrestle the packet from him. Soon, both of you were engaged in a flour war, filling the kitchen with laughter.

Eventually, his arms found their way around your hips, pulling you close as you leaned against his chest, both of you still giggling,

"Cole, I love you so much," you said playfully, feeling him freeze at your words. His pause prompted you to furrow your eyebrows and stare up at him. Cole gazed at you with eyes filled with passion and adoration before he leaned in to peck your lips,

“I love you too, (Name)."

He kissed you again, and again and again. Until you both were just contently sitting in each other’s arms, embraced within the euphoria.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the euphoria was to be put on hold—You both had a bit of some cleaning up to do…

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓙𝐀𝐘 〙ˎˊ˗

The brown haired boy seemed to be bubbling with anxiety, fidgeting with his fingers as he kicked his feet against the medical bed. You grabbed the first aid kit, placing it beside him with a huff, meeting Jay's eyes.

“Do we really have to do this?" he whined, but you reassured him with a smile.

“Of course, dear. We don't want your boo-boo to worsen, do we?" His ears turned pink at your pet name as you dabbed antiseptic on a cloth.

“It's just a cut, (Name)! I don't want to go through all this," Jay pleaded as you brought the cloth closer to him. You looked at him sympathetically,

“Exactly, it's just a cut, so why are you so scared?" You paused, a playful glint in your eye, "Aren't you supposed to be my brave boyfriend?" Jay's expression softened, a grin spreading across his face,

“You're right! I am your brave boyfriend!" he proclaimed proudly. You grinned as you brought the cloth to his cheek.

He winced softly at the burning sensation before the feeling got replaced with your delicate fingers. You applied a Thomas the Train band-aid to his cut and swiftly placed a small kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, “There you go, your boo-boo is all better now,”

“Thanks doc,” Jay said, his smile cheesy and so incredibly contagious that it brought a smile to your own lips. His bright brown eyes staring into yours as though you were a delicately painted painting, simply a work of art for him to stare at. You cusp his cheek as you both continue staring at each other, you caressed his soft yet warm skin under your fingertips,

“I love you, Jay," you spoke softly. He grinned cheekily, his cheeks lightly dusted pink at your words.

"Well, I love you more!" he retorted playfully.

“No, I love you more," you countered.

“Nope! I love you the most mostful and mostest!" he declared, pulling you into a tight hug and nuzzling his head into your neck. As you let out a small giggle he whispered into your ear,

“I love you, (Name), forever."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓚𝐀𝐈 〙ˎˊ˗

After enduring the agonizing training, you found yourself sprawled on the floor, Kai, your boyfriend of two months, grinning down at you, his weapon by his side.

His sweat-dampened hairs framed his face as he leaned closer to tease you, but suddenly, his playful smirk fell. He tumbled forward, landing directly on top of you. He muttered a curse as his eyes locked with yours, and your breath hitched. You both were merely centimeters between each other and in that moment, you swore the world seemed to stand still.

"Hey, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, “Seems like I fell for you,”

"Hi Kai," you snickered, finding his attempt at being flirty endearing. "Seems like I caught you."

"Sorry about that," Kai chuckled, rolling off to lie beside you on the dojo floor. Together, you gazed up at the ceiling, embracing the silence in the room, until you couldn't resist stealing a glance at his side profile. Holding back the urge to caress his face, you traced the features with your eyes. You met his gaze as his smirked, his eyes staring into yours knowingly.

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully as he teased you, "Like what you see, sweetheart?"

"I love it," you whispered sweetly, brushing a strand of his hair before meeting his eyes again. "I love all of you."

Kai froze, his confident demeanor crumbling as a blush painted his cheeks. His face turning as bright as his gi. His face faltering into a slight frown.

“You don't mean that," his voice dropped low into a whisper, insecurity lacing his words. You could tell he was feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"Of course I do," you promised him, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you stare into his crestfallen eyes, “I love you Kai.”

He stared into your face, trying to decipher if you were truly being genuine with him. His face brightened up as he realized you were. A sly grin returned to Kai's face, but his eyes held a warmth that made your body melt. He grabbed your hand from your side and put it up to his lips,

“I love you too, sweetheart."

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓛𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 〙ˎˊ˗

Lloyd woke abruptly, his body drenched in sweat, heart pounding against his chest as his nightmare caught up to him. They’ve begun appearing more frequently the last couple of years… His eyes darted anxiously around the room, paranoia lingering in his gaze.

“Lloyd?” You whispered, concern lacing your voice, you could barely see him though the darkness.

"Sorry for waking you, darling," he murmured back, his voice quivering. Sitting up, you touch his trembling arm softly,

“Another bad dream?” you asked. The boy didn’t vocalize his thoughts but instead turned to you to nod his head at you like a sad puppy.

"You're okay, Lloyd," you reassured him soothingly, you brushed a strand of his sweat drenched hair away from his troubled face.

“You’re okay,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around him. You felt him crumble beneath your touch, he sunk into your chest as he stared into your eyes. Searching them for reassurance. You begun playing with his blonde locks, a soft hum escaping your lips. You stole a glance at him. The moonlight cast a gentle glow upon his face, revealing the subtle contours of his gentle features. His eyes closed, his breath steadying into a rhythmic pattern,

"Lloyd?" you whispered, uncertainty lacing your voice. There was no response, only the soft sound of his breathing filling the room. Did he already fall back to sleep? You paused, carefully staring down at his face,

“Well, good night Lloyd... I love you," you murmured softly, turning your gaze towards the window.

Unseen by you, a small smile graced his lips, a ghost of a whisper that you unfortunately didn’t pick up,

“I love you too,”

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓝𝐘𝐀 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed softly as you slipped into your gi, the weight of your mission pressing against your shoulders even before the sun had fully risen. With your weapon at your side, you gazed out at the horizon, thinking about the mission you had to do. It was a task that demanded your immediate attention, one that couldn't wait for the rest of the ninja to stir from their slumber.

As you prepared to summon your elemental dragon, a familiar voice yelled out to you,

"(Name)! Wait!" Your girlfriend, Nya, still in her Spiderman pajamas, dashed towards you with urgency in her step,

“Nya? What’s wrong?" you asked, concern knitting your brow.

"Nothing! I just wanted to say goodbye to you before you left," she replied, quickly kissing you on the cheek. A warmth spread through you at her touch, a feeling of comfort and belonging that only she could ignite.

"Bye (Name)," she said, her smile gentle, but then she hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features.

“What’s up?” you prompted, curious about the sudden change in her facial expression.

With a sheepish grin, Nya shook her head and presented you with a basket of food. "I um... I also wanted to give you this basket of food. I didn’t want you to be hungry while on your mission, so take it as your breakfast... I mean it’s obviously not going to be as great as Zane’s cooking, I’m sure—"

You interrupted her rambling by accepting the basket with gratitude, your heart swelling with affection for her thoughtful gesture,

“Thank you, Nya,” You stared into her eyes in adoration. Sincerity seeping through your words.

"Of course! Stay safe, (Name)!" Nya beamed, her happiness contagious as she pulled you into a quick one-armed hug.

"Bye Nya, love you," you said absentmindedly, your focus already shifting towards the task at hand as you climbed onto your dragon's back. You weren’t paying attention to her flustered behavior.

You soared into the sky, leaving Nya behind on the ground. Little did you know, as you flew off into the distance, Nya was left beaming with joy, her heart bursting with the simple yet profound words you had spoken.

"I love you too, (Name)!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with happiness as she watched you disappear into the horizon.

With a gleeful bounce, she couldn't contain her excitement any longer. "THEY SAID THEY LOVE ME—“ She quickly scowled to herself,

“Control yourself, Nya, but still!! They said they loved me!!" she squealed, her laughter echoing in the quiet morning air. Most likely awaking most of the Monastery.

˗ˏˋ〘 𝓩𝐀𝐍𝐄 〙ˎˊ˗

You sighed in frustration, your forehead meeting the cool surface of your desk with a dull thud. The blinking cursor on your computer screen taunted you as you tried to summon the words for your research paper. Procrastination had led you to this point, with the deadline looming close.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely registered the muffled noise at your door until it creaked open, revealing the analytical gaze of the ice ninja, Zane,

"Forgive me for interrupting, but I heard sounds of frustration and thought I would offer my assistance," he said, his voice calm and measured.

You managed a weak smile at his considerate gesture. "It's not a problem, I've just hit a roadblock," you admitted, gesturing helplessly towards the computer screen.

"I see no genuine roadblock, do you perhaps mean that figuratively?" Zane inquired, his literal interpretation of your words drawing a chuckle from you. As he approached your desk and effortlessly began typing away at the keyboard, you watched in awe as he swiftly completed the research paper that had been taunting you for hours,

"I believe this should suffice in terms of information. All that's left is to write your conclusion," he remarked, turning towards you with a straightforward expression.

You were dumbfounded by his efficiency, unable to believe he had solved your problem in mere minutes,

“You didn't have to do that!" you exclaimed, your gratitude tinged with surprise.

"I was simply assisting you," Zane replied, his tone neutral, mistaking your reaction for displeasure. You rose from your seat suddenly and enveloped him in a grateful hug,

"Thank you, Zane. I love you," you murmured against his shoulder.

For a moment, there was silence as Zane processed your words, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he brought his arms back up to exchange the hug,

"(Name), you are the optimal configuration for my circuits, the irreplaceable code for my function. To put it in simpler terms, I love you too," he finally responded, his words tinged with a hint of warmth that belied his nindroid nature.

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[hidden-snow]

✦┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈 Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ Ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ 〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈✦

Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.

Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak

Word count // 1,405

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

What were you doing?

If someone could help you navigate your emotions, you’d accept the help immediately. Unfortunately, they were either busy fawning over Neteyam or doing their daily life’s work.

You found yourself attracted to Neteyam in a way that you’d never felt before. Your brain offered the possibility of manipulation, but Neteyam wasn’t that kind of person.

Was he?

Before, you couldn’t stand being near him. Not even for a minute. Now, you couldn’t stand the thought of being far from him.

It was like your brain did a sudden 180 and you had no idea how to process your new feelings.

When you were near him, all you could do was eye his lips. You seemed to be sensitive to his rough, calloused hands that brushed against your soft skin occasionally.

At times, when you were alone, you could smell his musky masculine scent that only belonged to him. It danced on the breeze, teasing your senses, whispering of what you were beginning to want but couldn’t allow yourself to have.

It wasn’t until you got drunk at a feast that things progressed rather suddenly.

Neteyam’s arms wrapped protectively around you as he guided you back to your family’s alcove, your feet dragging through the lush soft greenery all around you. You swayed around in his grasp, stumbling so many times that you couldn’t help but wonder how he was keeping you upright.

“Y’know, I used ta hate yer guts,” you slurred as he guided you in and towards your sleeping mat.

“I know,” he responded dismissively, tucking you into the bed. Your hand slipped into his, your grip keeping him from leaving you just yet.

“I don’ hate you no more.”

His hairless eyebrows arched at that statement and you patted the mat beside you, letting him know you wanted him to sit with you. He did just that, sitting down while waiting for you to explain exactly what you meant.

“I can’t stop lookin’ at you. Everythin’ is about you. I smell you everywhere. I feel you everywhere too. I can’t go nowhere without you bein’ there.”

He was starting to grow confused now, brows scrunched together to make him look even cuter than he had looked before.

“Come here,” you instruct, pulling him down so that he was mere inches from your own. Your finger touched his lips, sliding down slowly to feel the plumpness of the soft skin beneath the pad of your thumb.

“You broke my heart. So why do I… want to kiss you so much?”

You were drunk. Heavily drunk. But he couldn’t help himself.

“Is that so?” he whispered as he leaned in a bit more, breath brushing softly against your own lips.

“You want to kiss me? Well then, Y/n. Kiss me. I’m right here.”

You didn’t need any more prompting than that. Your fingers entangled in his hair, closing the distance as you press your lips against his. Lips parted and pressed against his own, you feel his tongue poke into your mouth, brushing lightly over your teeth before fighting for dominance with your own tongue.

Despite the passionate heat of the kiss, you do nothing more than that, as it satisfied your craving for his lips. The only downside to this moment of pure bliss was that your craving would come back with a vengeance.

When you woke with a thudding pain in your skull in the morning, you found yourself curled in his grasp, your head resting against his chest. You took a moment to just feel the steady rise and fall of his chest cavity, still half asleep and a little confused about who’s lap you were in.

After a couple minutes of confusion, you finally gather the courage to look up at the owner of the lap and you squeak, jumping out of his lap. Your sudden movements startle him out of his sleep and he tilted his head to watch you with a silent curiosity.

“Please tell me we didn’t do anything,” you pleaded with him, watching as his tongue poked out to swipe over his thin lips.

“Well… we didn’t do too much, if that’s what you mean.”

You groan, hands falling to rest on your hips, gaze burning into his surprisingly calm eyes.

“You know that’s not what I meant. What happened last night?”

He stood up slowly, stretching out his body, and you can’t help but find yourself entranced in the stretch of his ribs and chest, arms straight out in the air.

When he straightened, he smiled a lopsided grin at you, pushing some of the beaded braids behind his ear.

“You confessed your feelings to me. How you really wanted to kiss me and how obsessed you currently are with me. I just went along with it. I told you to kiss me if you wanted to and you definitely wanted to. That’s about it, though. We didn’t do anything else other than kiss. Now, some good breakfast will help you look a little less like you’ve just seen Eywa herself.”

You ignore him, hand to your forehead as you paced, mumbling to himself.

“I-I didn’t mean it! I was drunk and you know it!”

Neteyam can’t help but smirk at your feeble attempt to explain what had taken course the night before. He moved to touch your wrist but you shied from his touch. That’s when he sighed. An impatient, exasperated sigh that only belonged to a parent with a difficult child.

“Look. I really don’t mind it, Y/n. I kind of enjoyed it, actually.”

“Of course you would,” you snap back before you could stop it and a look of hurt flashed across his face for just a split second.

“Neteyam, I-”

“I have to go. I have a lot of things to do today. I hope you get some food. Take care of yourself, alright?”

He left before you could get another word in and you felt the sinking of your guilt deep in the pit of your stomach, your own words coming back to slap you in the face.

You shouldn’t have been so harsh with him. It wasn’t right of you to behave like that. He was only trying to help, after all.

Straightening your clothing and fixing your hair, you try to hold your head high, but it was no use with the shame of what you’d just done weighing heavy on your shoulders.

»»——⍟——««

He was avoiding you, leaving you feeling that guilt and shame wherever you went. You didn't know how to approach him, especially when he seemed to always disappear as you are coming to apologize.

This was what you wanted, right? For him to leave you alone so that you could live your life without heartbreak.

Right?

Something wasn’t settling in your heart and, as you focused on what it could possibly, you realized that in trying to avoid more pain in the deepest cavities of your chest where your fickle little organ was, you’d broken your own heart.

Oh, the irony of this whole situation.

You were no quitter, though. He hadn’t deserved your backlash and, as you sat and thought about everything that had happened since he’d come back home, you’d applied your knowledge to the situation at hand.

He had been trying his best to show you that you didn’t have to be afraid that he’d do what he’d done in the past. He’d changed and he was desperately trying to get that through your guarded mind in the best ways he could.

You had to apologize.

Working hard and planning carefully, you came up with a way to jump him so that he couldn’t avoid you anymore. You were going to show him that you’d changed too. You’d changed so much more since he’d come back to you and you needed him to see it too.

You weren’t perfect. Not by a long shot. Emotions were hard to understand and, since you’d pushed them aside for so long, you didn’t know the slightest thing about how to interpret your own.

You just hoped that he’d understand that too. You had to make him understand that you were like one of those earth flowers. The rose. You had so many thorns and each one hurt more than the last. You needed someone to smooth out the sharp points of your heart and mind. And he was the person you needed.

Taglist // @earthling55 / @cardi-bre91 / @bambithewriter

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[the-kr8tor]

I heard request were open and I immediately came here.

A snowy day with dad!Hobie au! Cooking food together! building snowman’s etc!

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This prompt had me in near tears, I love it sm! Thank you for requesting, my love!! (I looked like this the entire time writing it --- 🥹)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, Dad! Hobie, Mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Twin Au. FLUFF

A/N: The twins are a little bit older here! I love them sm 🥹

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You and Hobie woke up to freezing temperatures which turned into a blessing in disguise because you two were entangled together on the bed, cuddled comfortably. Legs intertwined, arms looped around each other like a koala. He presses sleepy kisses on your cool cheeks, his excuse? He says he's keeping you warm and away from hypothermia.

The snow falls outside, frosting the windows. Hobie's senses tingle, he stops his barrage of kisses for a moment.

“The gremlins are comin’” he murmurs over your cheek.

“How do you wanna do this? Fake sleep or hide under the bed?” your eyes are half lidded, cool hands splayed under his shirt for warmth.

Sure enough, the soft pitter patter of socked feet runs towards your bedroom. Their giggles waking you up in an instant.

Hobie hums, the vibrations spreading through your face. “Too tired, let's act like we froze from the cold”

“This is why I love you” falling limp, smooching him quickly, you close your eyes once again. Hobie acts as your shield from the anticipated jumping you're about to endure.

The doors burst open, your girls' unmistakable laughter echoes out in your shared bedroom. You hear an ‘oomf’ sound from both sides of the bed, you surmise that they're both having a hard time reaching the top. After some shuffling about, tiny hands and feet crawl over the duvet, their stifled giggles making you lose your act with a tiny smile.

“Shhh” someone on your right shushes the other. “they're still sleeping, Billie”

“They won't be for long!” Thanks to your human shield, you don't get the brunt of Billie’s foot on your stomach. Unfortunately, Hobie gets the full force of five year old strength.

Yet, he stays strong, still faking sleep. Also thanks to his enhanced strength, he barely felt it. But you can't help but cringe for him.

“Mum’s awake!” Mona crawls further up to cup your cheek in her tiny hands. Your daughter gasps, “she's frozen!”

You screech and in turn, Hobie does the exact same thing you do, flailing your arms to envelope each girl in a surprise hug. Mona laughs with her belly, her legs are kicking about, trying to escape your wrath. While Billie yelps before screaming out a “Tickles!” when Hobie's scruff nudges her neck.

“Got a live one here–!” Hobie sputters when he gets a mouthful of Billie's hair. She giggles, bringing her head closer to her dad's face, almost headbutting Hobie.

After a moment of giggles and happy screeches, you and Hobie lay wheezing while the girls are energetic as ever, jumping excitedly on the mattress.

“It's snowing, did you see?!” Billie lands on top of you, her chin laying on your chest comfortably. “Mummy, did you see?”

“I can feel it, Muffin. It's freezing!” you squeeze her tightly, burying your face in her curly hair.

Mona drops gracefully in between you and Hobie, cuddling next to him.

“‘m hungry. What's for breakfast?” She looks up at Hobie with her big eyes, reminiscent of Hobie's exact face when he wants something from you. But for Mona it all comes naturally to her.

“How am I supposed to make breakfast when my hands have fallen off from the cold?” He lifts up his hands tucked inside his pajama sleeves, looking like his hands are nowhere near his arms.

“Daddd!” They simultaneously say while you chuckle.

“Have some sympathy for your dad, his hands are gone!”

Billie plays along, “how are you gonna use your webby now?” You've called Hobie's web shooters as webby since they could talk and now it's stuck in their vocabulary.

“Billie and I could be Spider-Man now, dad” Mona says in between giggles, five year old vocabulary working its magic.

“Yeah!” Billie exclaims.

Hobie turns to you while the girls talk about their plans on how to stop crime together.

“Our girls don't have empathy, what did we do wrong?” He smiles throughout it, moving Mona's head to give you a quick kiss. How could he resist when the light shines directly at your smiling face, lashes kissing your cheeks as you grin widely at his girls? He has to indulge or else he'll burst at the seams

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After a hearty breakfast, Hobie and Billie decided it's time for a snowman competition. The snow has gotten thick enough that you have to wade through it like mud. So while Hobie’s helping Billie with all her layers, Ramona sits on a bar stool next to you, eyes enthralled by the swirling hot chocolate inside the pot.

“Are you sure you don't want to join them, cheese?” With one hand you grip her shirt so she doesn't fall on the stove, on the other is the wooden spoon you're using to stir the pot.

“Yes, I want hot chocolate” she sniffs at the chocolate smell.

“You can have hot chocolate and play with them”

“I don't like the cold,” she murmurs.

You hear the door creak open and then Billie's excited squealing, a second later you hear a thud, like something or someone fell into a pile of snow, then you hear Hobie's loud laughter.

“That's okay, we'll stay here. Then we'll judge who wins the snowman competition, sounds good?”

She nods, smiling a toothy smile at you. “Can I have the heart marshmallows?”

How could you say no to that face? “Of course,” you nuzzle her soft curls. “Do you want extra milk?”

“Yes please!”

You hear a knocking on the kitchen windows, craning your neck to look, you see Hobie holding Billie up by her armpits, her face is squished on the glass, nose flattened and lips puckered.

That can't be sanitary.

“Hobie, that window isn't clean”

Billie waves at you and her sister, eyes bright and happy. “I drowned in the snow!” she points at a patch of snow, sure enough there's a Billie shaped hole in it. “Can you see, Mony?”

“I can! And mum says that window is dirty!” She grimaces.

“Dad! Mum says the glass is dirty!” She looks below her.

You hear a muffled “Crap!”

Well at least he tried not to swear that hard—

Mona tugs at your sleeve. “What does crap mean? Dad says it a lot”

“Hobart Brown!”

#request done #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #spider punk #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #dad!hobie #dad! hobie brown #ramona and billie au #twin au #hobie fluff #cw food mention #fanfic #💗 anon

[mooshywrites]

Old Dog, New Tricks

Masc!Reader x BG3 Women (Karlach, Lae’zel, Shadowheart)

Masterlist

Art commissions

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A/N - My submission inbox shorted out, so I lost the prompt post! Basically, it was someone anonymous requesting a situation where an older tav didn’t know how to handle the Baldur’s Gate women flirting with him. If you were the one who sent in the post I’m sorry for losing the submission, but I hope you like the end result! <3

Warnings - Fluff

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~ Karlach ~

“I can’t believe you’ve stayed alive this long, soldier.” Karlach explained, letting out a hearty laugh.

You chuckled alongside her, taking a swig of your canteen.”You and me both.”

The two of you had spent most of the evening up to this point talking and laughing just like this. Comparing battle stories, complaining about old aches and pains from injuries, just generally bonding over spending both of your lives wrapped up in various wars.

It was nice to have someone to relate to like this, even if you were decades more grey than the woman before you. What Karlach lacked in experience, she more than made up for in story-telling. You sat around a campfire with comrades just like this many times before, but no one ever held your attention quite as well as Karlach.

She was vivacious and loud, her tales winding and swelling with intense voices. She made you feel younger again, reminding you of the times when you were that 16 year old young man who slept under the stars and fought his way through the realm.

You two could bond over that, being brought into an adult’s battle and giving up your childhood because of it. Your heart ached a little when you thought how much she had probably missed in the way of being a normal kid. You knew how it had affected you.

Karlach’s voice ripped you from your thoughts and you glanced back at her. Her eyes were alight with excitement and she was holding her arm out, pointing to a jagged scar.

“I got this one doing something similar. Thought the little devil would rip my arm clean off, but they weren’t quite fast enough.” She gave you a wide smile, obviously proud of the mark.

You cleared your throat gruffly, making a show of pulling your sleeve up and over your weathered skin. Just above your elbow sat an angry smattering of scarring, the result of an unfortunate misstep from your encounter with a dragon.

“Oh, love,” You whispered lowly, putting on your own version of a story-teller’s voice. “I’ve looked the devil in the eye. It wasn’t fond enough of me to look back, but it did give me this pretty mark.”

Karlach reached out, gently running her fingers over the textured skin, her eyes wide with an odd sense of awe. You felt your cheeks heat and breath get caught in your throat from the contact. You tried to distract from the feeling with a cough, slightly embarrassed that something so small could have your heart fluttering so rapidly.

“Must have hurt” Karlach murmured.

You shrugged, afraid of opening your mouth and having clumsy attempts at flirty banter spill out. That didn’t stop your jaw from dropping at what she said next.

“I can kiss it better if you’d like.”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

~ Lae’zel ~

It had been quite a long day. Long enough where you wanted to sit against this giant oak tree for months just to recover. You ran a hand through your salt and pepper hair, trying to ignore the way dull pain wound its way through your muscles.

You were getting too old for this. Perhaps twenty years earlier, you could have done a journey like this with no issue, but now, you creaked like a door hinge that had never met oil in its life.

You hoped your companions hadn’t caught on to how the constant fighting affected you so.

Just as the thought crossed your mind, Lae’zel looked at you from across the camp. She narrowed her eyes, as if she was sizing up how exhausted you looked. Leave it to her to have the uncanny ability to read your mind without trying.

As she made her way over, she crossed her arms disapprovingly. “Don’t tell me the parasite is starting to dig its claws in you.” She hissed.

“Do mind layer worms even have claws?” You chucked and gave her a charming smile, hoping the joke would get her off your case. Lae’zel meant well, but you were absolutely certain that if you showed any weakness to her questioning, she’d gut you then and there.

Lae’zel’s eyes narrowed further, her lips drawn in a tight line. “Chk, answer the question before I rid you of the parasite with more permanent means.”

You sighed, stretching your shoulders. “No, it’s not the parasite, Lae’zel. Just an old goat far too past his prime to be saving the world.”

Lae’zel seemed to ponder your words before letting out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. “Being old is a great feat. “If you were a Githyanki and lived as incredibly long as you have,it would simply mean you’re skilled enough in battle to not be defeated.”

“What do you mean ‘incredibly long’, Lae’zel?” You scoffed, “How old do you think I look?”

You secretly hoped she wouldn’t answer. You knew how your looks had fared over the years, your laugh lines deepening, well earned nicks and scars peppering your skin. You were proud of your age, proud of the way the years hadn’t affected you the way they affected most. But ‘incredibly’ long? Really?

Lae’zel took a moment to look you over once more. You felt heat crawl its way to your chest, feeling exposed under her careful gaze. It’s as if she was taking every single part of you into inventory to come to a decision.

“You do not look old to me.” Lae’zel answered, finally. “In fact, I might even call you dashing.”

You sputtered in surprise, not quite sure how to take the compliment. “You would?”

Lae’zel offered you a rare smile before turning on her heels, calling out over her shoulder as she left, “I said ‘might’ Istik. Do not let my words go to your head.”

You stared blankly in her direction, trying to work out what had just happened in the conversation.

’You know what?’, you thought, standing up and brushing yourself off.

‘Fighting monsters is so much less complicated than that woman.’

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

~ Shadowheart ~

It was a quiet evening when Shadowheart sat next to you, bottle of wine and two glasses in her hand. She sought out your company often, probably because you weren’t the most talkative person among your companions.

No, most of your ‘bonding’ time with Shadowheart was just sitting under the moonlight and sipping wine, only occasionally having comfortably short conversations.

It was the perfect way to unwind after a stressful day of fighting. Even still, you couldn’t help but notice how the talks had been growing longer as of late, not that you minded. Dusk was filled with hushed tones exchanged back and forth about likes and dislikes, little stories, questions about far away lands you had traveled to.

With Shadowheart’s memories gone, it was almost as if she wanted to explore all of yours instead. She knew so little about herself and was still fascinated to hear about you. It felt a bit alien at first, talking about yourself. But her curios gaze and pleading smile always won out in the end.

“So how old are you really?” Shadowheart asked plainly, still looking up into the night sky.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite to ask such a thing?” You scoffed, looking towards her.

Shadowheart shrugged as if the etiquette of the such a question meant absolutely nothing to her. “Quite old, then. For a human, I suppose.”

That quip earned a chuckle from you, the sound rumbling through your chest, “Old enough. I’ll be 48 or 49 summers this year. Can’t quite remember which.”

Shadowheart smiled gently, her eyes flitting to you. “As am I. Around there, anyways.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them, “You’re much too beautiful to be as old as I am.”

You hadn’t meant the words flirtatiously. At least you thought you didn’t. It just seemed so far out of the realm of possibilities for her to have been on the earth as long as you had. You knew half elves aged much slower than humans, but when you looked at Shadowheart, she looked simply radient compared to you.

Shadowheart giggled, her voice clear and melodic. Her smile brought a blush over your face, as if you weren’t already embarrassed enough from your blunt statement.

“Well thank you for that.” Shadowheart teased. Her hand came up to rest against your cheek, her thumb running idly against the snowy white stubble across your jaw.

You froze, not knowing how to handle Shadowheart’s gentle touch nor the the way it made your chest feel as if it were going to explode. Instead, you just continued to look into her eyes, words trapped in your throat.

“I must admit,” She murmured, her voice soft. “You wear your age well.”

As you sat there, lost in her gaze as you tried to take in her words, it felt like the universe was playing some sort of joke on you. How could someone like Shadowheart be holding someone like you so gently? So warmly? So… lovingly?

You knew you weren’t the worst looking man this side of Baldur’s Gate, but you weren’t blind to how time had affected you. How the years deepened your laugh lines and weathered your skin. Shadowheart could have her choice of any lover, but here she sat. Looking at you with those emerald green eyes like you were the only one in the world.

Even if you couldn’t say the things you were thinking to Shadowheart, even if your life depended on it, something in her expression made you think she knew what you were feeling anyways.

As you fell deeper and deeper into her affectionate gaze, selfishly, you wished the moment would never end. That her touch would never leave you.

That the two of you could remain here in the quiet corner of camp, frozen in time forever.

#Karlach #laezel #shadowheart #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 fanfic #Karlach x reader #Karlach x tav #laezel x reader #laezel x tav #shadowheart x tav

[kynrki]

— gimme hugs!! pls…?

wc: 400, pairing: niki x gn!reader, genre: fluff, warnings: none

PROMPT: 1 and 6 from list 1: “hugs that last a little longer than they should” and “no we are not together!! … at least not yet…”

AN — tysm for requesting <33 hope you enjoy :)

1k event requesting masterlist

being in the friend zone with niki was a tough spot. the boy was always having mixed emotions. some days, it was like he was in love with you, others he didnt talk to you the whole day.

now it was no secret to your friends that you both liked each other. but unfortunately they also knew that neither of you were going to confess until the other did. which was a recipe for disaster.

“so yn and niki, you both confess yet?” heeseung said as he ate his lunch. you choked on your water, and niki started turning red. “we aren’t together!!” niki said after he calmed down. he looked at you for a reaction and saw you got slightly sad. “not yet..” you whispered softly for him not to hear, but he did.

for the rest of the school day, he couldn’t get what you said out of his head. did you feel the same he did? were you serious? all these unanswered questions floating in his head was driving him crazy. he knew he had to do something about it.

“yn wait up” niki said as he saw you leave the school building. you turned around and smiled at him as you waited. you wondered what was up with him now, he normally never stops you when leaving.

“can i-“ niki said before he cut himself off, not trusting himself to continue further as he pulled you into a hug. you stiffened at the contact, but soon relaxed in his hold. “goodbye hug?” you asked teasingly. “yes” he said as he continued to hug you in front of the school.

“okay, thats long enough.” you said as you patted his back slightly. “jus a little long, please, need your hugs.” he said as he continued hugging you. you blushed at the comment but still obliged to his wishes.

“niki i have to go now” you said as you checked the time. if you didnt get home in the next few minutes, your parents would go ballistic. “okay, but you owe me more hugs tomorrow okay” niki said as he released from the hug. “okay” you said as you smiled brightly at him.

jus before you left, you placed a small kiss on his cheek. he froze up as he looked at you. then started turning red, you giggled and waved at him goodbye before walking home.

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[courtingchaos]

Interruption

A/N: You get a graphic so you know what I’m referencing. It’s just some fluff about putting makeup on Eddie 💋. Also, listen to this while reading. It’s what prompted it.

“You’re only allowed to stay in here if you stop pinching my ass, Ed.”

“You keep leaning over the counter, what do you want me to do?” He’s sitting on the toilet lid watching you do your makeup, choosing the most opportune time of eyeliner placement, to pinch your butt through your soft shorts.

“You could have done it when I was putting on my foundation, not when I have wood near my eye.”

“I can put some wood near your eye.”

“Jesus christ…”

He leans his chin onto his folded up hands on the countertop to look up at you. “You love me.”

“Yeah, but right now I’m about to donkey kick you.” Dragging the liner across your eyelid you can see him moving slowly toward you. “I’m serious. Pinch me and you’re gonna end up with a face full of makeup.”

His hand shoots out and he pinches you a few times in succession. You stare at him while he does it, tongue poking out of his mouth.

“So, do you want me to do your make up?”

He won’t look up at you instead keeping his fingers wound up in the fabric of your shorts.

“Maybe.” Suddenly bashful. Awfully quiet. That bouncing energy snuffed out in favor of nuzzling his cheek into his own hand still laying on the counter. “Nothin’ crazy. I just can’t ever get the eyeliner worked out.” His fingers move to the curled hem of your shorts to tug lightly and you feel your fondness for him grow another root.

“Baby, I can do it for you if you want.”

“I don’t want to interrupt.”

“I mean…you kind of already did that.” You smile down at him. He gives you a half nod of agreement and drops the hand tooling with your shorts. “So what are you looking for?”

“Something simple I think?”

“We leaning more Simmons or more Snider?”

“Jesus, neither. Too much.”

You consider him for a moment, tapping your pencil against your chin. You picture his big brown eyes in dark winged liner, grey smudged up under his eyebrows. A brush of blush up his cheeks. You could define those and the sides of his nose and really give him that chiseled look. You’re already subconsciously digging through your cosmetics bag for your Fire and Ice tube; you picture that blue toned red on his soft lips and you’ve made up his mind for him. There’s a merging of the cover from an old Hit Parader magazine you have hidden from Eddie and, well, Eddie.

“How do you feel about going the Tommy Lee direction?” You ask finally and Eddie gives you a grimace. He curls his lip at you and groans. “Unfortunately, yeah. I think so.”

“Perfect.”

He sits still while you work. Lets you do foundation and bronzer and blush and only asks questions in between your movements.

“Is this how much you use?”

“Let me smell that.”

“These brushes are soft.”

“That tickles, how do you do this every day?”

“Sit. Still.” You warn him, standing over him with his knees between yours. “I don’t want to poke your eye out.” You sharpen your eyeliner to a point and then grab his face to tilt it. “Close your eye.”

He keeps looking at you for a second while you stand close before he obliges and you use your thumb to pull his eyelid taut.

“You want a wing or you want it smoked?”

“Whatever you’d like.” He says in a hushed tone before pressing a dry kiss to your wrist. You watch him stay as still as he can under you, his half smile warm and relaxed. You take your time with drawing on the wing, making sure to not catch his long lashes. His eyelids twitch under the unfamiliar pressure but you go gently. You’ve got his head titled up so you can see better in the bathroom lighting and his breath breezes over your neck. He brings his hands up behind your thighs slowly so you don’t jump, just to rest them there while you lean over his face. You get the liner done and he stays leaned back but peeks out at you from low lids.

“Ah, not yet.” You drop the liner and dig around for your little quad set of grey shadows. “I got this and lipstick left.” You hold the little plastic case up with the tube of lipstick.

“Lipstick too?”

“You said you wanted makeup, I’m giving you makeup.” You rub your thumb into the shimmery grey and smudge it under the front of his eyebrow in the divot there. He pinches his eyebrows close when you do that, huffing through his nose.

“Oh you’re fine.” You drop the shadow and move to open your lipstick but he opens his eyes and looks up at you with shining eyes. His hands grip a little tighter on your thighs and you take a deep breath.

“You have such pretty eyes.” You push his hair back, dragging your thumb over his forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Seriously. Got them big ‘ol cow eyes.” A kiss on the tip of his nose. “Big brown cosmos.” Another kiss between his brows. “What secrets are you hiding in there? Hm?” Two light kisses on the crinkled outer corners of his eyes so you don’t disturb his makeup. Eddie laughs, his cheeks pinker than the blush you’d brushed on.

“Stop.”

“What?” You run your hands into his hair to hold him back. “Telling the truth? Do you want me to lie Eddie?”

“No but…”

“Is it because I used pretty?”

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn’t make contact with you again, instead choosing to stare at the plain white shower curtain. “No, pretty is fine.”

“You are though.” You give his head a little wiggle so he looks at you again. “Pretty. Especially your eyes.”

He keeps blushing and laughing quietly, a small pinch in his smile that makes you keep going.

“I’m serious. All you gotta do is flash those cry baby eyes at me and I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Pfft, sure.”

“You wanna try it out, sucker? Ask me anything.”

He searches your face full of glee before he makes his eyes big and round, a little pout on his lips.

“Will you pretty please finish this makeup so I can look?” He says in a rarely used baby voice. You gasp comically loud and pop open the lipstick with your thumb.

“For you baby? Anything.” You make your voice low and husky on the ‘anything’. Pinch his cheeks between your fingers so he’ll purse his lips and he makes like a goldfish and makes kissy noises while you try to smooth on the bright red lipstick.

It’s a feat for sure and you only have to wipe away a few mistakes but you lean back finally and observe your work, his face still pinched between your fingers.

“Can I look now?” He mumbles.

“Let me fix your hair.” You rake it back down his forehead and fluff up the crown of his head to try and get that hair sprayed look. “Okay. Don’t laugh, I’ve never done makeup on a boy before.”

He spins up off the toilet lid to grab the counter and stare closely at himself. You hold your breath, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve made him look like a clown. His eyes zoom around all corners of his face and he pokes and prods at newly painted skin. He moves his head around to different angles and when he looks down his nose you bite your lips between your teeth to hold in an excited whine.

He looks like the cover of that Hit Parader. Eyes half lidded, mouth open on a slight grin.

You’d die if Eddie found your small stash of Motley Crue posters, but he’s giving you a pretty solid copy of Tommy Lee and you have to hold your hands together to stop from groping him.

“Do you like it?” You whisper behind your clasped hands. Eddie raises his eyebrows and looks at you in the mirror over his shoulder.

“Did you make me look like that magazine shoved under your mattress?” The way your face falls makes him laugh and turn around. “Oh baby, it’s okay! They’re pretty I get it!” You try to back up but the door stops you and Eddie gets his arms wrapped around you so he can smush you into his chest.

“Eddie! Why are you digging around my room!” You yell into his shirt and he just laughs at your minor distress.

“I was looking for a vibrator that I’m sure you have and I found your dirty secrets in that shoebox.” He shifts side to side rocking the two of you while you pound weakly on his chest with your trapped fists. “Motley Crue and Poison? What terrible taste in music!”

“It’s not the music it’s the men in lipstick! I was weak! I am weak!” You wail, still pounding.

“I know baby, pretty boys in eyeliner.” He places a fat kiss on your cheek, leaving a big red lip print. “Oh now that’s pretty.” He gives you another one next to that and when you start laughing he starts pecking around your face until you look like a bugs bunny cartoon. “All you need are little hearts coming off your head and I’ve got a whole Tex Avery cartoon to myself.” He laughs and you slap his shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

“Good.”

He walks you into the door and you run the tip of your thumb along the feathered edge of his lips.

“Do you like it enough to let me make a mess of it?” Your thumb pulls his lip down to create a smear of red down his chin.

Eddie gets a look in his eye. “Are you trying to Kickstart My Heart?” He can barely make it through his terrible pun without laughing and you groan like you’re in physical pain.

“Please get the fuck out of my house.”

“Nope, I’m Dr. Feelgood and I’m here to make you feel alright.”

“That wasn’t even good!”

Eddie shuts you up with a kiss, lipstick sliding over your bare lips and you forget about his teasing. When he turns you back to the counter and helps you sit on the edge he wedges himself between your thighs and gets in your space, breath mingling with yours. His eyes flick down to your lips to survey his smeared damage.

“That color looks good on you.”

“It looks good on you too.”

“I think it’d look good in other places too.” He wiggles his eyebrows and leans in to attack your neck and if he spends the next hour leaving red marks in hard to reach places, that’s between you and him and your hidden posters.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson Fluff #My Work #My Fic #Spotify

[angelltheninth]

Rex Lapis Experience

Pairing: Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, cooking, cheek kisses, married couple, anniversary

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: The prompt for this was 'domestic fluff' with Zhongli so I decided to make him the best husband of all time. For more of my 5k celebration fics you can go to my wholesome list or to my darker one.

You were woken up by a sensation of warmth spreading all over your body, a gentle, subtle pressure looming over you before you feel a playful nip of teeth at the base of your neck before you feel a kiss in the middle of your shoulder blades.

"Stop, that tickles." You laugh into the pillow as you try to push yourself up only for a pair of strong hands to hold you down by the shoulders, a smile pressing into the back of your neck. "Zhongli!"

"Shhh. Relax sweetheart." The former god whispers against your neck. You're about to turn around when you feel his fingers dig into your shoulders, massaging away any knots and eliciting a small moan from you.

You relax under his hands, melting into his touch and turn your head sideways to peak at your husband. His smile is bright as the sun, his eyes soft and full of love, his hair free and falling over his naked shoulders and back.

He always looks beautiful with his hair down, you tried urging him to leave in untied but he insists on tying it up to look more professional. When he's off work though, he doesn't have a problem with it, especially early in the morning.

"Did you just wake up?" You mumble, still a little sleepy.

"No." He kisses your neck again, "Actually, I have a surprise for you." His hands press a little harder, your eyes closing in bliss. "But you have to get out of bed for it."

"Nooo." You whine and hug the pillow in retaliation. Zhongli can't help but chuckle against your neck. His hand slowly leave your shoulders for your hips and he turns your onto your back, "Wrap yourself around me."

Around him? Around him while he's half naked? That sounds perfectly acceptable. You lock your legs around his lower back, your hands around his neck, barely tracing down his muscles, fingers threading into his silky hair, "Now what?"

By his smirk you expect something entirely different than him picking you up, his hands under your thighs and bouncing you up a little, your chest pressing against his. If only you didn't wear the shirt so you could feel his skin against yours. He seems to catch onto you train of thought though, his lips trailing over your neck, slowly, promising so much more.

"Tease." You pout as he pulls back.

"Unfortunately for you I am not the surprise." He smiles at you as he carries you out of the bedroom, through the halls and towards the dining room. The wonderful scents hit your nose even before you step into the room. "Surprise. Happy anniversary my darling." Your eyes fall on the table full of food.

"Did-did you cook all of this?" His smile is answer enough, "You didn't have to." You pamper his face with kisses, him chuckling after each one and trying to return them.

"Of course I did. I get up really early anyways so this time I wanted to do something special with the extra time. Do you like it?" He asks as he carries you toward a chair and sets you down.

You take in the various different dishes, trying to figure out how much earlier did he wake up exactly to prepare all of this, "I love it." You choke back a sob, "And I love you." You close your eyes and wait for him to bend down for a kiss. It's a slow press of lips, but the words that follow send a hot tingle across your body.

"And we can have each other for dessert." Zhongli emphasizes his suggestion with a wink as he drags a chair closer to your and takes a seat.

"Can we skip straight to that?" You ask, a little hazy and more than a little eager as your eyes scan over his torso and abs.

"Afraid not darling." He chuckles, "But I like your enthusiasm."

The food that Zhongli made for you was good, but damn, the dessert was even better. In fact you went back for seconds. And thirds. And fourths. You lost count after that.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli imagines #zhongli x female reader #zhongli scenarios

[wooahaes]

Hello! Could i ask for a 4. "I like waking up next to you" and 10. "Why do you smell like me" with dino please 🥺 thank you very much 💓💓

morning glow

pairing: non-idol!dino x gn!reader

prompt: 4 + 10 from these prompts

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: mentions of being in a ldr. mostly just silly, soft fluff <3 no proofreading + intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: technically a sequel fic to the other short dino fic i’ve written because the immediate idea i had was a sequel fic lmao

there was something so incredibly cozy about waking up in your arms.

chan just laid there beside you as he woke up, the slight chill of your apartment having woken him up. your body was warm against his, your arms draped around him loosely as you shifted in your sleep. most days, chan would be the one who woke you up with plans to go out. that’s what his visit here was supposed to be: spending as much time with you as he possibly could. but this?

well. chan could definitely get used to waking up to seeing your sleeping face, that was for sure. he’d use this as motivation to find a place for the two of you, either here or in his own city. sorry to  seungkwan and vernon--they’d have to find a new roommate. he needed this more than rent split three ways.

sure, all of this was because of bad weather delaying flights. that part was shit, and chan knew it. he already called his roommates to tell them not to worry about picking him up from his return flight, and immediately called his parents to let them know that he was stuck, but safe since he was with you. he was supposed to see them when he came back home, yet (despite their clear worries--the weather was whatever compared to his own well-being) they’d been kind to you during that video call. as much as he was stressing about finding a flight back home, about clearing things with his work, too... he would definitely be happy staying right there next to you.

he smiled as he reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. as much as he wanted breakfast... he could stay and watch you a little longer before getting up. except his gaze flickered down to your lips for a moment, and he leaned in to press a tiny peck against them.

and, unfortunately, that was what disturbed your peace. he wanted to let you sleep in, yet you immediately began to rouse at what was only  meant to be a little kiss. you stretched a little, before curling back up closer to him, face buried in his chest.

you turned your face so that he could hear your mumbles, “channie, why do you smell like me...?”

he did laundry right before he was supposed to leave, using your products... so he decided to chuckle. “i dunno,” he said, his hand finding your own. “why do i smell like you...?”

a little more awake and aware, you let out a whine. “stop bullying me, i’m sleeping.”

your leg intertwined with his own, and he pulled you closer. “what if i want to go out?”

“five more minutes.”

that he could do. he kept an arm securely curled around you, pressing another peck to your forehead instead. “you know... i like waking up next to you.”

another whine, longer than before.

“i just wanted you to know that,” he giggled. “i love you.”

“i know.”

another laugh from him and he turned over, shoving aside the idea of five more minutes as he began to pepper kisses onto your face.

“chan--” you whined, only to erupt into giggles. soft chan was always welcome, if you were honest--especially since he’d seemed a little off after his call with his parents last night. as much as he didn’t want to leave you, you were pretty sure he missed home. “channie!” 

“say it!”

you whined out another “nooo!” through your giggles, his hands sliding up your sides underneath your shirt. “stop, i’m ticklish!”

“then say it back!” he whined, “i want to hear it.”

“then stop!” and when he did, you caught your breath. chan hovered over you, smiling like an idiot as you reached up to brush his hair back from his eyes. “i love you, you dummy.”

he leaned in, kissing you gently, punctuating it with a blissful “your dummy,” happy to have a bright side in all of this.

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[vxiphoid]

៚ BREAK ALL RULES !!⟢

❨ skateboarding with ruggie ❩ omg an actual fic😧😧!!! oh look its those two best friends that clearly have feelings for each other but wont admit it… KISS ALREADY. i need to start writing for more characters, i love savanaclaw too much😞 ooc ruggie (just to be sure), mentions of injuries, cursing, extremely bad explaining for skateboard tricks goodbye, not proof read, other than that tooth rotting fluff<3

⌜ 1k+ words⌟

♫ take me to the sun - d4vd & who - 웨터 (wetter)

“OH FUCK—“

“ruggie!? ruggie, are you okay?!” the camera immediately dropped as you slid down the ramp to assist your friend, landing in this crooked position with both of you somehow in the frame. ruggie was curled up on the pavement when you knelt down beside him, worry splashed on your face. it wasn't until you were kneeling by him did the faux hurt disappear from his face.

“i think i fell for you.”

then he shot you a cheeky little wink. you stared blankly at the man sprawled in front of you. ruggie had to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing, your expression was priceless. you looked like you'd just been scolded for some sort of transgression—y’know, before you finally realized he was teasing you, which prompted to you start attacking him with everything you could muster. “you absolute asshole! i thought you actually hurt yourself!”

ruggie, on the other hand, balled himself up and protected his head with his arms as he cackled. “ow, fuck— don’t hit me, i’m already injured!” he wheezed between chuckles. your punches got lighter and lighter till they were nothing but little pats on his shoulder and ribs as his contagious laughter effected you. and eventually the two of you collapsed into hysterical giggles, covered in dirt and scratches but happy none the less.

“you done watching that video? it’s your turn, you know!”

ruggie’s voice snapped you back to reality, the video playing from your phone quickly forgotten as quick as it stole your attention. it was supposed to be a simple video of ruggie doing an ollie since he was so adamant about actually having it down this time yet… he turned it into a corny pick up line after brutally falling on his face. you’re totally posting this on magicam.

you placed your phone down besides you, sliding down the small ramp for the umpteenth time tonight. “yeah, yeah, im coming!” ruggie chose the perfect night to practice skateboarding for the moon was at its fullest and the stars were all out, lighting the whole area with twinkling luminescence. it really made things look ethereal, especially in contrast with the street lamps nearby.

ruggie had found this skateboard a month back and there was this run down skatepark near the school so you both decided, hey, why not give some tricks a try. all the bruises and cuts definitely made your teachers and some students concerned but at least you were improving every now and again. it didn’t take long for ruggie to get the hang of it, at least sort of. there was this one trick you saw online that completely peaked your interest and in attempt of trying it, you ended up with a bloody nose. nothing was going to stop you from mastering this trick though, and if that meant getting bruised up more then so be it.

ruggie was squinting at his hand as you approached him, “i think i did actually cut my thumb when i fell, though.”

you rocked back and forth with your hands deep in your (rather, his) puffy jacket like the biggest shit you could be. “unfortunately for you, were all out of hello kitty bandaids.” he snorted at your words, turning around to face you properly. small scratches littered his face along with brightly colored bandages in different shapes and his smile wasnt as bright as his ocean blue eyes. he nudges the board towards your feet, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater before offering his hand. “ready?”

ruggie didnt miss how careful you were taking his hand and the slight squeeze you added when you stepped onto the board. your other hand flew to steady yourself as you put your other foot on the board. you glanced up to see him biting his bottom lip as his eyes trained on your shoes for any sign of unsteadiness or discomfort—like you might topple over if he weren’t looking. his concern brought a faint warmth to your heart as his gaze flickered to meet you, he was being so gentle with you. his hand loosened slightly on yours but you held on tight enough so he couldn’t pull away. “you good?” he asked with furrowed brows as his gaze lingered on your face. “don’t want you fallin’ off—“

“no.” you interrupted, giving him a reassuring squeeze. “i’m ready.”

for extra measurements as ruggie let go of your hand, his fingertips hovered over yours to make sure you weren’t going to fall, his hands quickly missing the warmth.

you started off slowly, gliding across the ground gently. ruggie followed suit closely behind, watching carefully to ensure no accidents happen. the wind blew past your faces, tickling your cheeks as you gradually picked up speed. he watched you smile to yourself, the glint of pride in your eyes.

it was only after you’d kicked off the ramp did he feel it—the familiar tug of your magic. the wind was working with you, your legs lifting off of the floor as you went higher. your back foot going under the board and flipping it back around, letting out a whoop that ruggie was sure he hadn’t heard from you before. his mouth opened wider than ever at your display—the wind was pushing you faster than he’d seen you move before. you seemed to glide across the concrete, never once breaking your stride. though when you landed, albeit a little off balanced, your eyes lit up like you had one the biggest teddy bear from a rigged claw machine. your face was glowing too, almost glowing like it could reflect your joy. your giggle rang through the chilly night air like music to his ears, and as soon as the feeling passed he felt it return tenfold. you were so fucking adorable. “did you see that?!”

ruggie braced himself for impact as you ran towards him with your arms outstretched, jumping and tackling him to the ground in one swift motion. the momentum caused the both of you to tumble onto your backs, your bodies pressed together tightly. his breath knocked from his lungs yet nothing stopped him from laughing along with you.

he pushes you away, scanning your face. “you’re okay, right? no scratches?” he reached up to cup one side of your face, gently wiping away a tear from your eye that rolled down to your nose. you were such an emotional little thing, it was absolutely endearing and god, he loved seeing you like this.

“of course i am! who cares?” you exclaim, knowing by heart that ruggie would catch you if you lost control of the skateboard mid-air. he always did.

your noses were brushing up against each other as you spoke, his eyes flicking down for a moment before darting back up. your lips were inches apart and if his heart was beating loud enough for the both of you to hear, it surely must have been so damn loud, you couldn’t miss the flutter of his breath against your face.

“i do.”

and maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the way he was staring at you in that way he was—so intent and full of emotion. you swallowed the lump in your throat; maybe it had something to do with the way he was gripping both sides of your face. maybe it was the warmness of his hands on either side of yours—you didn’t know and you didn’t particularly care. the urge to press your lips against his became too strong.

but he did. he leaned closer and closed his eyes, and suddenly you could hear the loud beating of your hearts, deafening even, as his lips brushed against yours for mere millimeters, yet your entire body froze in place. his touch was light at first, a feather light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. but before you knew it you had threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss in hopes of convincing yourself that you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t. it felt just as amazing as you dreamed of, warm and comforting as you melted into his embrace while pressing deeper into the kiss with passion.

ruggie pulled back with a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours in awe. a grin stretched across his face, his eyes still closed and a dazed look plastered across his features. he could see why everyone always said that love makes fools of us all, because he was absolutely sure he looked like a total buffoon.

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[yaesnovels]

hello!! can i req 11 (fluff) with 12 (smut) from the prompts for childe please 💓

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ denial | tartaglia / ajax

used prompts: fluff 11; "you‘re in denial." - "i am not in denial!" & 12 smut: "shut up!" - "why don‘t you come over and make me!"

✧. ┊    suggestive (ish) ! i wasn't sure if you wanted some smut here too but i felt like i wrapped it up quite okay like this! if u do wish some smut for this, please let me know !!

“hello there, sweetheart.”

immediately, you rolled your eyes when you heard his voice. what was he even doing here? you had thought he wasn’t even home when you had arrived to tonia’s place with her and wanted to study for your finals with her. ajax ruffled through your hair and laughed when you protested, hitting him so that he would pull his hands off of you. 

“aw, why are you being so mean to me today, sweetheart?”, ajax asked. being your best friend’s older brother, he appeared to have decided to make the entirety of your life miserable – with his existence. 

“isn't this just my regular way of talking to you? i’m not being mean to you”, you shrugged, rolling your eyes once again as you tried to focus on your textbook, marking a few important keywords in it to revise those later again. 

“maybe, but to me, it’s just yet another proof of something”, he booped your nose with a confident smirk on his lips. 

“oh, pray tell, what may that be?”, you asked, just hoping he will be done annoying you soon and would leave you alone. 

“you’re in denial, sweetheart. you’re in denial of the fact that you actually like me”, ajax replied, smiling brightly at you. 

for a moment, you just stared at him. the next, you started laughing out loud. 

“i am not in denial about anything, ajax. i never was and i never will be, especially about you.” 

wise words. 

unfortunately, he was right. despite the fact that he was constantly annoying you with his stupid actions, the thought that he did that because he enjoyed spending his time with you (his words!) made you feel something.. good.  

you had no words to describe this feeling; all you knew that you liked the warm feeling of his body next to yours. you liked the way he’d sometimes sneak up his arm around your shoulders during movie night at tonia’s place and get hit by a pillow coming from her as she caught him doing so. 

you didn‘t like the fact that this was happening to you, though. 

“denial looks so adorable on you, sweetheart. you’ll get there soon, though. i’m sure”, he grinned and patted your head as if you were a child. this pissed you off more than it should’ve and you slapped his hand away. 

“shut up!”

“make me, sweetheart”, he smirked. “my sister isn’t here right now, why don‘t you come over and make me shut up?” 

“you know what, ajax? screw you, i’m obviously not going to do that, asshole”, you snapped, collecting your stuff and hastily putting them into your bag before you left the living room, wanting to move to tonia’s own room, despite the desk being smaller there. you were so angry with yourself for falling for him so easily that you didn’t even hear him call out for you after you were inside of the room. 

“hey, y/n!”, ajax yelled, grabbing your arm to turn you around to face him. “look, i’m sorry. i realize that i’m taking it too far with the teasing and i will stop, i promise. please, don’t cry, sweetheart, i’m sorry.” 

you hadn’t even realized the tears running down your cheeks, until he pointed them out. he pulled you into a hug, patiently waiting for you to calm down. 

“my offer for you to come over to my room still stands, you know that right?”, he said, making you laugh, “just for movies and ice cream, though, i just want to make sure you’re doing okay, yeah?” 

“mhm, sure”, you replied sarcastically and nodding then. “alright.” 

yeah, you were being sarcastic. 

things turned out serious quite fast, actually. 

before you even had realized what was going on, you were straddling him, while he was kissing you oh, so gently. you didn’t even know how things turned out this way. 

all you knew was that his kisses had you feeling dizzy in the most amazing way imaginable. 

“you” - kiss - “are” - kiss - “so” - another kiss - “beautiful.” 

your heart was beating so fast and you felt so dazed that you didn’t even know what to reply to him. how did you never know that his kisses were probably the best you would ever have in your life? 

“guess it was me who managed to shut you up now, huh?”, he chuckled, still a bit breathless from your intense, yet soft make out, making you bury your head against his neck. 

“shut up”, you mumbled and lifted your head once again to kiss him again. how did he already make you so addicted to the way he felt against your lips? how were you already addicted to his taste? 

“for you, always”, ajax replied before he gave in once again, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb as he was kissing you some more… 

until you both jumped, as you heard the front door unlock and tonia yell out your name, neither of you knowing how to explain your messy hair and both your swollen lips.

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[imgoingtofreakoutnow]

everyone falls (like i have for you)

BG3 Holiday Fluffe — prompt 2: Snow and Ice

Summary: Gale has a suprise for Nayan

Pairing: Gale x Nayan (OFC!Bard)

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, bard-like flirtation, hints of a sexual innuendo (i guess?), mentions of trauma and wounds

A/N: THE FIRST LITTLE FIC WITH MY TAV NAYAN IS HERE!!! I hope you all enjoy my lovely bard and the cuteness that she and Gale are together!!

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @elfinbloodbag @fictionobsession (if anyone wants to be added or removed, just let me know <3)

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“Gale?”

“Yes, dearest?”

Nayan turns to his voice, her eyes blinded by a soft scarf. “Where are you taking me?”

“I told you it’s a surprise,” he hums — she can almost hear the grin on his face in every word he utters, “and you’re going to absolutely love it!”

She chuckles at his excitement, giving a gentle squeeze to his arm, intertwined with hers while he's carefully dragging her through the streets of Waterdeep. He had been doing that for a while now, long enough for her fingers to feel more like they were made of ice instead of flesh and blood.

“I’m sure I will, my love, but are we almost there yet?” Nayan brings her hands to her face, blowing warm air on them before rubbing them together. “Because I think my nose is about to freeze off.”

Gale stops at her side, so suddenly that she almost loses her balance on the slippery cobblestones covered in frost. Some quiet giggles pass her by, clear and light as the crisp air of a winter's day. She could hear the scattering of children running around the streets and playing in the cold like she used to do in Ostduinë when she was younger. Whenever the first snow falls, she's reminded of those days, of the afternoons spent in the snow and skating on the frozen ponds, and all the innocent fun that had been taken from her far too soon.

“Let me check your freezing nose.”

His touch brings Nayan back to the present moment. His fingertips run along the sides of her nose, inspecting it while humming thoughtfully.

“It's worse than I could've imagined,” he says with a serious tone while wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

Nayan rolls her covered eyes but still smiles at the man in front of him. “Oh, really?”

“It is unfortunate, yes…” he confirms with a sigh that makes her snort. “I believe there isn't much left for this nose. I shall have to just kiss it goodbye.”

The half-elf giggles when Gale leans forward and his lips meet the frozen tip of her nose. Once, twice and then once more before they move to leave a trail of kisses all over her freckled cheeks.

“Gale, stop!” Nayan almost screams, laughing as the wizard presses another kiss on her cheek that — together with the rest of her face — is feeling incredibly warm at the present moment.

“Bless the Gods! The nose has regained its color!”

Without warning, he spins her around and Nayan makes sure to hold tight to his shoulders not to fall to the ground. When she stops twirling, he kisses the tip of her nose once again before leaving a lingering peck on her lips. “We must celebrate.”

Nayan doesn't even have the time to completely get back on her feet that Gale's already pulling her along the road, holding her close and steadying her in every blind step she takes. She can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles in her throat, nor the warmth that quickly spreads inside her chest.

As they move forward, Nayan feels a change in the air. The bustling chatter of the streets of Waterdeep quiets down, replaced with quieter discussions and the chirping of birds that's always drowned by the noise of the city. The only thing that doesn't disappear are the excited screaming of children that seem to come from every direction around her. The ground also feels different under her feet, going from a stoney road to a more muddy and slimy pathway.

“Did you just teleport us back to the Emerald Grove?”

“Ah!” Gale exclaims, his voice tense and with a hint of sourness. “Wouldn't that be funny.”

Nayan shakes her head with a smile. “You’re still upset about that passing fancy?”

“Not at all!” — his voice is slightly high-pitched, but he quickly clears his throat — “That’s ancient history, ghosts of the past! There would be no sense in dwelling on such events!”

He goes on for a minute or so, denying your accusations with his verbose explanations, but the half-elf knows him too well. She can feel the slight tension building, in his quickened pace and in his hold, tightening ever so slightly around her arm. With a gentle smile, Nayan turns to her partner and leaves a quick peck on his shoulder before resting her chin on it.

It seems that’s all it really takes for the wizard to relax. A long exhale and the tension disappears as his lips press for a moment on Nayan’s forehead. “Pardon my senseless worrying.”

“No need to, love.”

Gale sighs softly, his warm breath lingering on her cold skin as he slowly but finally stops on his track. “We’re here.”

Nayan immediately reaches for the scarf but her hands are stopped by Gale’s. “No, no, no. Allow me.”

He leaves her side for a moment, the snow crackling under him as he moves behind Nayan. She feels his hands undoing the knot, careful not to pull any of her short hair in his maneuvers. 

“It’ll probably not meet any of your expectations,” he mutters mostly to himself as he slides the blindfold off her face. “But I do hope you’ll still appreciate this.”

When Nayan finally blinks her eyes open, she’s blinded for a moment by the whiteness that surrounds her. As her vision slowly adapts to the brightness of the place, she takes in the naked trees and bushes with their branches draped with snow and icicles while a group of children runs by, throwing around handfuls of snow and laughing.

However, not all of them are taking part in that small-scale war going on in the park. Some of them, standing nearby, aren’t running or screaming around. They’re carefully sliding on a perfectly frozen pond with what look like self-made skates, groaning as they fall down but relentlessly standing back up, trying to find balance in each other before a mistake from one brings both of them down once again.

Despite the entertainment of watching kids falling — something that has always brought her a sadistic joy, Nayan’s focus has been stolen completely by the ice surface in front of her.

“I didn’t think ponds actually froze here,” she says almost breathlessly, her breath creating swirls in the air before her.

“Well, never like this.” She turns to Gale, standing with his chest all puffed up and a proud smirk on his face. “However, nothing that a little magic couldn’t fix.”

He wiggles his fingers: a couple of glowing snowflakes appear between them, fluttering around before floating towards the pond. As soon as they touch the frozen surface, a glow pulses through the ice for a moment. The cracks that could be seen under the surface disappear immediately and all that’s left behind is a perfect block of ice. Nayan can’t look away from it: she almost doesn’t dare to even blink, terrified that the ice will melt back to water if she stops staring at it, before she’s even had the chance to touch it.

“I remember you mentioning how much you missed ice skating,” Gale adds, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he passes a hand through his hair, “and I merely thought-”

Nayan throws her arms around his neck, cutting his breath in half. As she pulls him close, she nestles her face into his neck, nudging her nose against his warm skin. She breathes in his addicting smell, a scent of firewood that seems to always linger on his skin, as if there was a fire always burning inside him. Sometimes she wonders what it could be. His passion for the Weave and the magic connected to it. His ambition, that at times shines so bright that it almost blinds her. Now that she’s pressed against him, it feels so obvious. It’s always been there, that fire; beating inside his chest.

“This is more than perfect, Gale.” If possible, she pulls him even closer. “Thank you.”

The surprise that had left the wizard frozen, with his hands in mid-air, finally leaves him. He wraps Nayan tightly in his arms, leaving another soft kiss on top of her head. “I would take the stars, weave them together and give them all to you, if I could.”

She pulls back, loosening her arms until she can look him in the eyes. “I never needed the stars, Gale. Not when I have you.”

Gale smiles, a thankful look in his gaze before his eyes close and his forehead meets Nayan’s. They stand like that for a while, cherishing each other’s company and the gentleness of their touch, when Nayan pulls back with a serious expression.

“You did bring the skates, didn’t you?”

The wizard looks at her with his eyebrows raised before snapping his fingers. As soon as he does, two pairs of skates appear in his hands. “Of course I did, how could you even doubt me?”

—

“Is something the matter, my love?” Nayan asks as she skates around Gale who’s barely balancing himself on the sharp edges of his skating footwear.

“Not at all,” he assures, even though the mere wind created by the half-elf as she moves on the ice makes his knees wobble with uncertainty. “I’m completely fine!”

Nayan chuckles lightly while she glides on the frozen pond, so easily that anyone else watching might even think her skates aren’t actually touching the surface beneath her. As she puts one step in front of the other, Gale can’t help but stare at the way she seems to so seamlessly fly, as if she had been born with those skates on her feet. Even when she falters, there’s a certain grace in the way she uses that stumble to her own advantage, the grin on her face growing bigger and bigger the longer she slides on the ice.

“I don’t think I had quite underestimated the scale of your talent.”

Nayan stops next to him, one of the smuggest smirks he’s ever seen cutting across her reddened face. “Well, I’ve definitely overestimated yours.”

“Between my studies and research I never had much time for such frivoli-”

Gale’s quick to defend himself, as always when his pride is even jokingly questioned, but as soon as his finger starts moving in the air to highlight his words, his balance is lost once again. He shuts his mouth, taking quick and useless steps on the slippery surface as he readies himself to fall face-first into the ice. Thankfully, a couple of steady hands manage to hold him up until he finds his balance once again.

Nayan’s soft laughter is soon joined with the sneering coming from the nearby kids, who had discarded their skates to play with the snow all around the pond.

And to chuckle at anyone’s poor attempts at skating, Gale imagined with a frown, as they kept pointing at him while their whispered giggles still reached him.

“Don’t mind them.”

Gale turns to Nayan, now in front of him as she takes both his hands and slowly starts skating backwards. “Mind only me.”

As he starts sliding on the ice, dragged around by the lovely half-elf, Gale doesn’t dare to move even one single muscle. He might not be familiar with skating, however, he’s perfectly aware of how sometimes even the smallest of actions can create unfathomable consequences.

“Gale.”

Nayan’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to the present — terrifying — moment. 

“Yes?”

“You know you can move, right?” Nayan chuckles lightly, giving a light squeeze to his hands. “I mean, in the worst scenario, we’ll both fall on the ice.”

Gale winces at the thought, his knees wobbling slightly under him. “That would hurt.”

“Not as much as you’d expect.” She slowly slides to a stop and Gale quite literally glides into her arms. “Just have fun, will you?”

After a moment of hesitation, the wizard can’t help but nod, especially when the half-elf is looking at him with her eyes wide with love and hopefulness. Nayan’s smile opens as a crescent moon and leaves a quick peck on his cheek. Gale can feel the blushing spread on his face as she starts skating and dragging him along once again.

After a deep breath to hopefully take in some of her courage, the wizard starts to imitate the motions of the half-elf. He carefully slides one foot and then the other, testing the ice while his hold on Nayan’s hands gets even tighter. His maneuvers start off as shaky as expected, but the more he keeps going, the less it feels like the ice is just going to give out under him.

“Quite the quick-learner,” Nayan jokes, gaining a small chuckle from Gale.

“Always have been,” he retorts, raising his gaze from his feet just to wink at her.

The smugness, however, doesn’t last long. His skate catches onto something, perhaps a bit of snow or the trails carved into the ice from prior skating, but it’s enough to completely throw off his balance. His feet stomp on the pond, finding its slippery surface with every step he takes. This time Nayan’s steady hands are no help. He starts swaying his arms in the air but that does nothing to stop him from falling on the ice.

Well, not quite on the ice.

“How come you’re never so heavy when you’re topping me?”

“Gods!”

Gale pushes himself away from Nayan's chest, barely standing with his palms planted on the cold ice. “Are you okay?”

She groans, massaging her ribs. “I’ve been worse.”

The wizard winces at her words. He had seen Nayan at many of her worse during their journey together to Baldur's Gate. He had witnessed the wounds cutting through her flesh, the weariness and the ache in her bones bending her in half. He had seen with his own eyes the empty gaze staring at the blank nothingness as she played during her family's celebration. How he hated seeing the spark in her eyes disappear that night, how terrifying to believe — even for just a minute — he had lost it forever.

“I know for certain you have,” he utters softly, “but that doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Well,” she huffs, her hand still circling her chest in soothing movement, “you did elbow my boob.”

As if on cue, Gale's hands lose their grip on the slippery surface and he falls once again. His arm ends up hitting her stomach this time, cutting her breath in half and gaining another pained groan. As the wizard starts profusely apologizing, the children nearby erupt in a fit of laughter that — despite gaining a frown a muttered swearing from Gale — Nayan can't help but join.

“It’s fine,” she sighs, a soft giggle easing the pain in her chest. “Everyone falls at some point, it was bound to happen.”

Nayan rests her head on the ice, red hair spread behind her like a halo of fire. Her gaze wanders in the cloudy sky above, looking in their shape and color for any signs of snow. Then a smirk pulls on her lips.

Her eyes move back into Gale’s with a devilish spark to them. “I was just hoping that, when it happened, the positions would’ve been switched.”

The wizard stares at her, speechless for a moment, before a chuckle escapes his lips, soon mirrored by Nayan. Still laughing, he carefully slides until his face is above hers, a twin smirk pulling his lips as he gently strokes her face.

“If that’s what you want, dearest, we can most certainly work that out when we get home.”

Nayan chuckles as Gale leans down. He kisses her, slowly opening and closing his lips. His beard grazes her chin while his hands tighten on her waist, and despite the ice dampening her hair and freezing her back, the cold seems like a long forgotten dream.

#bg3holidayfluffle23 #gale dekarios x tav #gale x tav #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x nayan #oc: nayan #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #annie writes

[suncakie]

Sleepy Prince | sick!Teru x gn!reader

request. [@stuckindreamland06] Teru with 11 and 12 🫣

[anon] Nsjsbdjdjdbd Teru and 12 PLEASE

prompt. 11. "Kiss me"

12. "Have you been taking care of yourself?"

prompt list. 100 followers event!

warnings. Fluff, Tiara is ooc, kou is ooc, teru is ooc

notes. Hello! Sorry this took so long, anyway I hope you don't mind me merging both of your requests:) enjoy!

You haven't heard from Teru for days, to only visit him and be told he was sick, better yet knew from one of his siblings instead of himself.

You haven't seen or heard from Teru the past few days, not a call or a text notified in your phone for his whereabouts, you were getting worried.

You attempted to ask kou about it, but unfortunately he wasn't at school either, asking Yashiro was also an option but when you did she said she haven't heard from kou either.

And this is how you came to this mess, Kou was somehow cooking yet having a call with Yokoo and Satou, surprisingly talking about homework.

"Kou-oniichan is taking care Teru-oniichan he's got a high fever" the female tugging you towards the stairs told you, dragging out the 'h' in high as you passed the boy in the kitchen, none of you daring to disturb the boy.

"Teru-oniichan is sick?" You asked again despite hearing it already, the female nodded and placed her hands on her waist as the both of you reached the closed door of Teru's room.

"Yeah! he fell down the stairs and Kou-oniichan carried him" you looked at the direction of the kitchen, stunned that kou could carry his own brother, with his whole weight even.

"Well thank you for thanking care of the both of them Tiara-chan" you smiled and patted the females hair, her happily giggling "No problem!"

"I better be going" you told her before she tugged your sleeves, gaining ur attention, she motioned a shh sign with her finger, whispering towards you.

"He's sleeping, we should be quiet when going inside" you smiled and placed a finger towards your lips "I'll be quiet" the female grinned at you before walking away, probably gonna help kou out with the cooking.

With that said, you opened the door, careful for it to not creak, the curtains were open surprisingly the afternoon glow of the sun not waking up the sleeping prince who laid on his bed, layers of covers hugging his figure.

Your lips twitched up at the calm sight of the boy in front of you, until though, you looked at the discarded books and paper work on the floor and bedside.

You sighed and started to pick up the books and paperwork on the floor, arranging them neatly on his desk, before moving towards his bedside, unfortunately, before you could neatly place the paper's on his desk a hand lightly grasped your wrist, startling you in the process.

"Love? What are you doing here?" The grasp on your wrist loosened, prompting to clasp his hand on yours instead.

You relaxed, placing the papers on the desk and sitting on the side of his bed, playing with his fingers "well, a little birdy told me your sick" you lightly chuckled as you frowned, worried plastered all over your features.

"Why didn't you tell me?" The blonde frowned, yet it looked more like a pout with a damp towel on his forehead.

"I didn't want to worry you, plus I'm better now" he attempted to stand up, abruptly stopping as he almost fell down in the bed with the sudden force of standing up.

your arms holding his shoulders and back when you noticed he almost fell down "yeah, better really" the both of you lightheartedly laughed, as your boyfriend sat himself down, wanting to sit with you in the bed instead of laying down.

"So, Have you been taking care of yourself?" Teru smiled at you, observing your movement as you started to wash the cloth in warm water you found laying on the floor.

Teru loves seeing you take care of people, as it is very rare for you to take care of one, the blonde prince wouldn't lie if he says that seeing you attempt to take care of him doesn't make his heart flutter.

But more or less, he feels bad he made you worry.

"Yes, more than you anyway, school gave so much homework though, we also have a test tomorrow" you complained, angrly squeezing the life out of the cloth in your hands.

Teru snorted at you while you gave him a look of betrayal "sorry, sorry, you just look so cute complaining like that" you scoffed as a response, a smirk then laid on your features.

"I want to see your face once you realize how much homework you'll do" the blonde only smiled at your comment, your face shifting from confusion to realization as you looked over the paperwork you were fixing earlier.

"Ughh that's not fair" you pouted as you spread yourself lazily on the bed, teru laughing at you before he sighed, earning your attention.

"Hm? What's wrong?" You asked as you stood up, grasping his hand onto yours. Teru laughed and lightly shook his head "it's nothing, I'm just– well I'm sorry for worrying you"

You smiled at him lovingly wondering how you were able to get this man "it's not nothing, and don't be sorry about it, I'm only worried because I care for you hm? Plus your pretty reckless when it comes to exorsising things its normal for me now"

Teru scoffed, and pouted crossing his arms, his gaze drifting to his katana at the back of the room "That was on purpose, those supernaturals aren't supposed to be here anyway" you tapped his leg, as he looked at you confused until he saw a mokke he let tiara keep.

"Then why didn't you exorcise this cute thing yet?" The mokke jumped as you mentioned about exorcising them, he hid in your neck as it shakes.

Teru glared at the pink bunny before sighing "tiara wants to keep it as a pet so i let her keep it, if not its not supposed to be here"

You chuckled and let the mokke go, giving it a piece of candy as it hopped away, ah yes, teru is your moody little man. "What was that?" The blonde suddenly spoke, eying you curiously.

You looked at him confused "what?" Teru smirked at you, a glint of mischief and hurt on his eyes "you said something about me, could you repeat it for me?"

You eyed him, frowning with confusion, you didn't say anything though? Unless you said your thoughts out loud...

Oh.

"I said your my little prince!" You smiled at him, as though he smiled at you back "that seems wrong, I believe I heard you said something of.." you looked at him curiously yet very nervously.

"Something of?" He moved closer to you, like a villain taunting it's victim, which he somehow doesn't look as sick as he looks earlier "your moody little man, hm?"

You huffed at him "it's true anyway! Who knew boys could have mood swings too! And they say girls are moody when on their period"

With you distracted on your mumbling, you weren't able to realize how your boyfriend inched closer towards you, unfortunately for the both of you though, the time you finally realized it was when he had his nose next to yours, which made you jump in surprise resulting to almost falling off the bed.

Keyword, almost.

"Oh why hello there, you almost fell didn't you?" You grumbled at his arms "ah well mister prince charming I thought it was obvious" Teru chuckled at you before looking straight into your eyes, you starring back at his own as well.

He looked calm, too much for your liking, if it isn't obvious it some, it looked like he was trying to tell you something, yet you ignored it.

"Kiss me" he said in a breathy voice, it seemed sore as well, he's still sick isn't he? It must of took all his strength to balance the two of you, more so, you just sitting on the wood frame of the bed.

Just at the same moment, the door opened, revealing another blonde holding a tray of food, a shorter one stood beside him, a two empty glass cups in hand.

And before any of you could utter a single word, the male blonde in the doorway beat you to it "we should've called (name) earlier so that you won't lay there the whole day" another voice chirped in, it was in a higher pitch humming in approval before speaking.

"Teru-oniichan just needs a magical kiss on the lips!" Before shuffling was heard and the door clasped shut, no room of argument was given as the two of you still stared at the closed door that once held the two younger Minamoto's.

Teru turned to look at you, a goofy smile on his features "so? My kiss?" You sighed at this, and prompted to kiss his forehead instead and stood up to grab the food of tray Kou left for his brother.

You could feel Teru's pouting stare piercing through you, if looks could kill, you would be in bed right now, kissing the heck of your boyfriends face.

"Once your better alright my prince?" You told him as you took the tray and faced him. You were expecting a pouty Teru yet it seemed his expression shifted to a more amazed yet loving stare.

"Alright, I love you, you know that right?" You stayed silent for a while, before a smile lifted up to your features.

"I love you too Teru"

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BTS Reaction: He’s Jealous

Prompt: The boys get jealous

Requested?: No

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Gender neutral reader. Gifs are not mine

Disclaimer: This is a repost from my original blog, this is my own original work and not copied.

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Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon trusted you, he knew that you would never cheat or give him reason to be suspicious. That didn’t mean that he trusted everyone else though. It didn’t help that you were pretty much oblivious when it came to people flirting with you. That is what scared him more than anything, someone could be blatantly hitting on you and you would let them because you thought they were just being nice. That was why Namjoon always did his best to keep an eye on you whenever you went out together, silently conveying the message that you were with him. Unfortunately, the one time he looked away was when someone decided to try their luck. You two had been out for a walk and Namjoon had to run inside one of the nearby shops for a toilet break while you waited for him outside. You were playing on your phone when you heard someone approach you, looking up to see a man who was about your age judging by appearance.

“Hey hot stuff,” he said with a smirk, “you know, there’s this nice little place just a few blocks down the road. Why don’t you and I go and get to know each other a bit better?” You opened your mouth to say something but your boyfriend had returned and decided to speak up instead.

“Thanks for your offer but no, we are already on a date,” he said as politely as possible before taking your hand and pulling you away from the other male. You looked up at him with a confused look once he finally stopped a little ways away.

“What was that about?” you asked.

“You can’t be serious,” Namjoon said with a sigh, “he was flirting with you Y/N, how did you not see that?” You could tell he was upset and gently reached for his hand to calm him down.

“Because I already have the best boyfriend ever so I don’t need a reason to look at other guys,” you said, causing Namjoon to smile and kiss your temple.

“Come on, let’s go finish our walk,” he said, never releasing his grip on your hand.

Kim Seokjin:

It was your two year anniversary and Jin had opted to take you out for a nice dinner. He had booked the reservation weeks in advance and gifted you with a lovely new outfit that you were wearing now. Jin had to admit, you looked absolutely breathtaking in it and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. However, it seemed that the guy sitting at the table across from you couldn’t keep his eyes off of you either. You hadn’t noticed the suggestive looks that he was sending your way, but Jin certainly had. It upset him greatly that this guy continued to check you out while you were clearly on a date with him, but he tried to ignore him since you hadn’t noticed. This was your night after all and he wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it. Thankfully, the guy didn’t go any further than staring, at least for the majority of your meal. As you were waiting for the check, that’s when he decided to get up and walk over to the two of you.

“Excuse me,” the man said, immediately getting your attention and causing Jin to groan, “I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look and I was wondering if-” He couldn’t finish his sentence as Jin had enough and cut him off.

“Yah! Who do you think you are? You have been staring at them shamelessly all night despite it being clear that we are together and then you think you can come over here and start flirting? Do you have no respect?!” You looked up at your boyfriend in shock as he continued to scold the guy, eventually causing him to walk away and leaving Jin red in the face and huffing for breath.

“He’s not worth it Jin, don’t let some random guy ruin our date night,” you said, “besides, I didn’t even notice him staring because I was too busy staring at my world wide handsome boyfriend!” Jin relaxed a bit when he heard this and nodded, taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss, quickly paying the check and leaving so you could enjoy the rest of your night.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi was not amused to say the least, arms crossed and tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he watched the scene in front of him. Normally, he loved when you accompanied him to concerts, since you motivated him to do his best and would cheer him on the whole time. This time though, it seemed someone else had managed to steal your attention, since you had been talking with one of the crew members for the past 15 minutes while the boys were getting ready. Yoongi was already good to go so he had been glaring daggers at you and the crew member who was making you laugh, waiting for you to notice him. Yoongi would never admit that he was a jealous person, but it was obvious in his actions. He didn’t mind you talking to other people of course, but he did mind when they seemed to be a bit too close to you. Especially when you were supposed to be here to support him, not to flirt with the staff. It didn’t take too much longer for you to feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, quickly excusing yourself from the conversation and walking over to Yoongi.

“So you do remember you have a boyfriend then,” he said sarcastically, “since it seems you like flirting with the crew members.” You rolled your eyes with a dramatic sigh and wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace which he returned a bit too eagerly. You already knew how he got when he got jealous since this wasn’t the first time it had happened.

“Oh hush,” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder, “we were just talking, you know that you’re the only man I love.” Yoongi slowly relaxed in your hold and hugged you a bit tighter, still glaring at the crew member. You pulled away enough to kiss him softly, “You don’t need to be jealous Baby, I’ll only pay attention to you the rest of the night okay?”

“I’m not jealous!” You rolled your eyes again and laugh softly as he pulls you back against his chest.

“Sure you’re not.”

Jung Hoseok:

Hoseok wasn’t really one to get jealous too easily. Afterall, he loved you and he knew that you loved him just as much so he had nothing to worry about right? That’s what he tried to tell himself as he watched you talk with one of their backup dancers during break. It was getting close to their comeback and the two of you were spending less time together so he had invited you to watch them practice. That way the two of you could spend time together and he could show off a bit. The group had just called for a break, and Hoseok had moved to grab a water bottle before making his way over to you with a large smile that slowly fell when one of the backup dancers got to you first. Still, he tried to be nice and join in on your conversation. You either didn’t notice him or didn’t care which caused Hoseok to frown as he watched you talk with the dancer as if your boyfriend wasn’t standing right beside you. After a few minutes, he had enough and embraced you tightly which caused you to cry out in surprise.

“Jagiiii!” he whined dramatically, “if you liked the dance then you liked me right! I was in the front, you saw it right?” You laughed when you realized he was jealous and nodded, kissing his cheek as the backup dancer walked away awkwardly.

“Of course I did Hobi, you looked great!” you assured before trying to wiggle out of his arms, “could you let me go though? You’re still covered in sweat.

Park Jimin:

Unlike some of the other members, Jimin did get jealous easily, and it was very obvious when he did. He would start pouting and sulking until you gave in and gave him attention, which also meant he wouldn’t be letting you go for the next few hours. The two of you had just come back from your cute little lunch date and you quickly realized that Jimin was in a bad mood. He immediately plopped onto the couch and stared at the ground with his arms crossed, lips jutting out in an overdramatic pout. It took everything you had not to laugh at how cute he looked right now as you sat down beside him.

“Jiminie, what’s wrong?” you asked as you tried to get him to look at you, he didn’t.

“Why were you flirting with the waiter at lunch?” he asked after a minute, you barely heard it though since he was mumbling. You were a bit shocked at the sudden question and tried to figure out why he would think that. Jimin seemed to read your mind and said, “You were staring at him the whole time and you kept smiling and laughing whenever he spoke to you.” This time you couldn’t help but laugh as you pulled your boyfriend into a tight hug,

“Baby that wasn’t flirting, I was just being nice,” you assured as you covered his face in kisses, making him laugh as well, “trust me when I say I will never look at another man the way I look at you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

“Alright then!” Jimin was suddenly full of energy as he pushed you back so he could snuggle up on top of you, “to make it up to me though you have to cuddle me for the rest of the day!”

Kim Taehyung:

At first, Taehyung hadn’t noticed that someone was trying to flirt with you. It was a nice day and the two of you had decided to go on a walk with Yeontan, stopping at a park so that he could play in the grass. You were in the grass with the small dog as your boyfriend stood a bit away, talking to the other members and occasionally snapping a picture of you to keep for memories. As Tae was distracted with the small device in his hand, another man had walked up and kneeled down beside you as you continued playing with Yeontan.

“Cute dog!” he said as he petted the small animal, “where did you get him?”

“Oh, he’s not actually my dog, he belongs to my boyfriend,” you replied back with a soft smile, just thinking he was being nice. The man frowned a bit when he heard the word ‘boyfriend’ but decided to try his luck anyways.

“Ah, well it’s nice that he let you watch his dog,” he said with a smile of his own, “you know, there’s this small cafe nearby that I think allows pets outside if you want to-”

“Jagi!” Taehyung noticed the man getting close to you and quickly intervened, walking over and wrapping his arms around you. “It’s getting late, I think we should probably head home before Tan gets too tired!” You didn’t realize what he was doing but agreed anyway, grabbing Yeontans leash and waving goodbye to the other man before walking away with Taehyung. Who was currently holding your hand tightly and smirking at himself for getting you away from someone who definitely wanted to steal you from him.

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook honestly didn’t know what to do at the moment. He trusted that you would never cheat or leave him for someone else, and he trusted his hyungs not to try anything with you. Seeing you cuddle up to Taehyung as you guys were watching movies though, made his jaw clench. He was literally sitting across from you in a chair all by himself so there was more than enough room for you to cuddle him, so why his hyung? Jungkook did his best to calm his nerves and focus on the movie, but his gaze kept going back to the two of you. You were sharing a blanket and your head was resting on Taes shoulder as he rested his head on yours. It was just innocent platonic cuddles and he knew that, but it still upset him. Jungkook had been trying for the last few minutes to subtly get you to come over to him but it wasn’t working and he was growing even more frustrated. He finally snapped and walked over to you when Taehyung left to use the restroom, throwing the blanket off of you and sitting down in Taes previous spot. You looked up at him in question as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, never taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Kookie what are you doing?” you whispered.

“You don’t need Hyung, you’re supposed to only cuddle me!” he whispered back as he hugged you tighter. You quickly decided fighting him would get you nowhere and snuggled into his chest, causing him to smile in victory. Taehyung was a bit confused to see the younger in his spot when he returned, but quickly shrugged it off and took the open chair so you guys could finish the movie in peace.

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Heyo!! Congrats on reaching 200 followers! If possible, id like to request prompt 8. with my boy izumi (fic) :3

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Prompt: 8. "Hug me"

Character: Izumi Sena

Genre: Fluff, a little sprinkle of angst

Warnings: None

Word count: 629

Annoying. Everything was so annoying today. Izumi sighed heavily, his head started to ache. He didn't expect to come to practice and be met with this: Leo was whining about having no inspiration to write a new song; Tsukasa was so stressed for whatever reason so he decided to eat himself to death; Ritsu was on the floor, of course asleep; Arashi was too busy gushing about a new clothes store she found.

In one word: annoying. Izumi was in such a bad mood, he snapped on every person who got in his way. And, unfortunately, you were one of them. Izumi started nagging you about how you always overwork yourself, how you're clingy, how you get in everybody's business though you're not supposed to.

His words were extra harsh, and you chose to leave him alone, moving with your day, offended look in your eyes. Izumi kept staying in one place, comprehending what he said just now. He loved you more than anything in the world, you always support him and his career, always help him no matter what he asked, always compliment him.

For Sena you were perfect, an angel that was sent from heaven to him. But he offended that angel because of his bad mood. He promised to himself that he would never make you feel upset. He didn't want to disappoint you, that would break his heart. Yet, he did.

Izumi was trying to call you on the phone, but no response came back. He texted you a hundred messages, and was met with silence. He hated being ignored, especially by you. His blue eyes narrow, his head aching more than before. Izumi rushed to where he knew you would be.

He found you hunched over a bunch of papers - documents, perhaps, - you scribbled something on one of them. You heard him come in, but decided not to make it known. Izumi shifted his wait from one leg to another. Why was it so hard to just apologize?

You keep your silence, not paying him any attention. As much as you love your boyfriend, he said some offensive things to you. You heard a weak sob. At first you thought it was your imagination, but then you heard it again. You turned around.

"Ahem!" He coughed in a fist, expecting for you to turn around, hands open for a hug. You didn't. Izumi pressed his lips together, his fingers playing with each other. "Uhm.. [Name]?"

Izumi was looking down, his hands trembling, hot tears running down his red cheeks. You don't remember ever seeing him cry like this, so you didn't know what to do. You stood up and approached him slowly. Sena tried to roughly wipe his tears away, but you stopped his hands.

His eyes met yours, and a new wave of salty drops washed over him. "Hug me." He sounded so small, so vulnerable, so helpless. Gently you wrapped your arms around him, hiding his head in your chest. His hands gripped your shirt, shoulders shaking slightly.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry I ignored you. I didn't mean to upset you, sweetheart. Please, don't cry, darling." Izumi shakes his head, looking up at you. You kiss his tears away, soft smile on your face.

"I should be sorry. I said so many bad things to you, I didn't want to. I was in a bad mood and– I'm sorry," you kiss him, combing his silver hair. Izumi hugs you tightly, a blush on his face.

As much as your boyfriend builds a facade around himself, you know who the real Izumi Sena is: your beautiful inside and out boyfriend, who is afraid to be open about his feelings. But you're glad he trusts you enough to be vulnerable around you.

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