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celesteleoves · 1 month

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hello! could you please do an izuku fluff one shot where he loves to sleep with reader in her dorm? i use she/her pronouns but gender neutral would be fine aswell if you’d prefer💓

“I LOOK BETTER IN THE DARK.”

IZUKU MIDORIYA x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: reader and izuku have known each other since middle school, izuku being traumatized 😔, set before the second war!fluff otherwise i believe! kinda angsty for a minute.

a/n: guys… i miss him. he’s so sweet pls don’t hurt him anymore horikoshi. also ily anon ty for requesting this omg. pls send more 🤍

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it wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to randomly show up at your dorm. normally, he would arrive approximately ten minutes after texting you that he was going to try to take a nap.

but, you knew your boyfriend and you knew he would arrive with his hair tussled and eyes wide and disappointed – from not being able to sleep on his own. you were used to izuku knocking on your dorm room at random hours, you’ve even grown accustomed to this routine.

currently, you’re sat by your door. playing with your matching all might keychain that izuku got you for your birthday when you were young.

knock, smack! knock.

you smiled at the noise, you made that knocking pattern up after one time while trying to knock on your door barely awake, izuku fell asleep and smacked his head off of your door.

you stood up, rushing to your door. a soft smile already on your face.

“hi. i-” izuku tried to defend himself, yet again, he forgets that you are used to this.

“you couldn’t sleep, i know.” you softly nodded and motioned for him to come in.

he smiled crookedly as he rubbed the back of his head, trudging toward your bed and flopping on it.

it was late, around 9 pm, the moonlight replacing the suns glare.

you stood by the door for a minute, admiring your boyfriend.

he laid with one of his hands behind his head lazily, the other hand playing with your all might keychain. he looked so cute. his lips were turned upwards at the sight of the keychain.

the moonlight made his freckles pop, his dark-green hair looking more abnormally fluffier than usual.

you moved towards your boyfriend, plopping down beside him and lifting the covers over you two.

“i think i look better in the dark.” izuku mumbled quietly as he noticed your staring, he turned to look at you.

you grinned, “you always look good, izu.” you softly whispered as he became flustered. the boy curled up against you as he moved to rest his head on your chest.

tuffs of hair tickled your chin, causing you to giggle slightly as you played with his shirt. he wore a shirt that you gifted him at the start of the year, to celebrate him getting into U.A. with you.

“what happened to napping in your own room today?” you teased, not noticing your boyfriend moving his hand so it was closer to yours.

“i had a nightmare.”

your teasing smile dropped, you should’ve known. izuku’s been having terrors constantly after the first war. it was miracle when you and your classmates had even convinced him to come back to U.A. and rest.

“sorry, they just don’t happen when i’m with you.” he said quietly after noticing your silence, his words slightly muffled into your chest as you kissed his head.

“i’m glad they don’t.” you looked down, noticing his hand beside yours, he has been awkwardly fiddling with the sheets this whole time. he was scared to hold your hand. he didn’t want to hurt you.

you softly sighed, interlocking your fingers with his. you knew he felt safe when people held his hands. izuku began drifting into a slumber, the feeling of you holding his hand comforting him.

“i love you.”

you looked down at him, expecting him to reply only to see his eyes shut, mouth opened slightly as he slept. you felt your own eyes close as you basked in the feeling of holding your lover.

izuku midoriya is one of the strongest people on earth right now but when he’s with you, he’s just your izuku. just a kid who deserves a break from society and a well rested sleep.

a/n: my baby. THIS WAS A LITTLE OFF TRACK and very short, i’m sorry anon i got a little carried away 😔😔 i hope you enjoyed this! 🫶

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wheeboo · 10 months

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seventeen acting clingy around their s/o

PAIRING. seventeen (o13) x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, headcanons WARNINGS. terms of endearment, mentions of kissing WORD COUNT. 1.04k

requested by anon: hi hi i’m a fairly new follower n i jus saw that ur reqs are open !! i hope im not too late ^^; but anyway, how would svt act whenever they feel clingy and needy towards their s/o? hehe ty and i lov u 🫶

notes: hehe i hope this is good!

choi seungcheol

his eyes and pout are literally following whatever direction you walk. waits on the bed with his hoodie on while you are cruising in and out of the room to grab something or put your laundry away. is slowly melting into the bed waiting for you to notice him and when you FINALLY walk back in the room asking to use his charger, he’ll be pulling you into his arms just muttering “stay with me, pleaseeee. I’ve missed you,” in your ears n you just gotta give in because he misses you sm

yoon jeonghan

always has some type of limb on you. you both can be sitting on the couch together and he keeps glancing at you while you’re watching the tv. trails a hand onto yours or grabs it so he could play with your fingers in his lap. really wants to cuddle but he won’t ever admit that cuz he’s a freakin tease ofc. you look at him grazing his finger against your palm, and then he gets all soft seeing you and opens his arms, just wanting you to hold you and you prob both end up falling asleep on the couch together

joshua hong

backhugs!!! backhugs!!!! anytime i think of joshua i just think of backhugs for some reason lmao. he loves backhugging you in general but gets extra clingy after having not seen you for a while. maybe you’re cooking and he comes up behind and wraps his arms around you, or doing your skincare and he hugs you while admiring your bare face in the mirror, whispering a lil “I’ve missed you, sweetheart~”

wen junhui

tries to make you smile and laugh by saying these cringey and cute pick-up lines like “can I borrow a cuddle? I promise I’ll give it back” and even makes himself cringe. you just roll your eyes to his nonsense but end up cuddling with him anyway. makes you be the big spoon because he just loves the feeling of your arms around him. you can prob catch the smile forming to his face despite half the pillow covering it

kwon soonyoung

um you’re not escaping him. whenever he feels clingy or needy he’s (gently, well he tries to be) tackling you to the bed or couch because he misses you like the world is ending and never fails to remind you of that. like he’s literally locking all of his limbs around you like a pretzel lmfao i’m sorry. constantly telling you how much he misses you, peppering kisses to whatever sort of skin is available to him. yeah he’s not letting go of you

jeon wonwoo

never the type to appear being clingy (mainly in private tho), usually waiting for you to do the first move instead of him. but maybe he’s particularly touch-starved after a long day and when he joins you in bed and you aren’t asleep yet, you feel his arms practically scoop you up into his embrace, surprising you. you’d ask if everything was okay, and he just mumbles something along the lines of, “yeah, just want to hold you” before nuzzling his face in your neck

lee jihoon

literally laying right next to you on the bed just contemplating his entire life’s worth of decisions if he could just simply ASK to cuddle you. gets red at the thought of it because you both normally don’t cuddle alot. turns on his side to be able to face you, and whenever he gets the courage, he asks quietly, “do you want to cuddle...?” and you peer at him surprised, before replying, “you know you don’t have to ask permission”

xu minghao

is unusually quiet, but this type of quietness along with him staring at you with those tired eyes- yeah, he really wants to cuddle you or just be near you. just wants to wrap his arms around you with his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, kinda falling asleep but also trying to pay attention to whatever book you’re reading or scrolling on your phone. at some point you both fall asleep together

kim mingyu

is already clingy asf around you, like backhugs, neck kisses, picking you up off the ground randomly you name it. is it possible for someone to become more puppy than a puppy? gets all whiny whenever you playfully reject his affection, but best believe you won’t get far from the bed before he’s pulling you back into his arms, not satisfied until he’s basically encased you like a burrito

lee seokmin

oh he brightens up like the damn sun. he’s already clingy but in more smaller gestures like wanting to hold your hand all the time, playing with your hair, cupping your cheeks in his hands and telling you how cute you are. if he’s feeling needy and been waiting to be in your arms the entire day, he would def be the type to might initiate a lil tickle fight for the promise of cuddles later on and who will become the big/little spoon

boo seungkwan

becomes your certified baby literally. taps and pokes at your arms, plays with your ears, grabbing your hands and twiddling with your fingers. he’s doing that all with a pout to his face cuz he thinks it’s a bit ridiculous to straight up ask for cuddles. becomes so giddy whenever you pat the bed/couch for him to come closer, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder

vernon chwe

is also quiet about it. the type to rest his head in your lap upon coming home from a tired day, slowly turning into an unacknowledged cuddling session on the bed where you both are like doing your own thing while also having your arms or legs wrapped around each other. honestly this type of stuff doesn’t really need words from the both of you, it kinda just happens naturally

lee chan

kinda just throws himself onto you. not in an aggressive way, but he spots you on the couch or bed and lets himself fall into your arms like a trust fall except you don’t fully catch him cuz he ends up on top of you with you falling with him. becomes your own personal blanket in a way as he mutters about his day and complains about how much the members bullied him throughout practice into your neck and how much he missed you

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jakexneytiri · 4 months

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Same anon asking for more dad!neteyam x reader + babies - can we have them learning about their mom being pregnant again and learning about having a new sibling. Or maybe hunting lessons with grandma and grandpa. Whichever one inspires you!

how about both! well, sorta. i’m gonna post what i have written for this so far, and if you are all interested in the fishing scene, i’ll post that too :) thank you for all of your support!! 🥰

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morning sickness wasn’t something you were fond of. it had you up in the early hours of the morning, doubled over with a carved wooden bowl in your hands. the remnants of some bladder polyps you had neteyam fetch in the middle of the night had made their way up your throat and into the bowl. “i’m never eating another one of those again.” you thought to yourself, trying to focus on anything besides the slimy, green goop in the bowl in front of you.

neteyam was sound asleep for a couple hours, but the sound of your heaving woke him up instantly.

“my love?” he questions, sitting up beside you as his large hand runs down the length of your spine. “why did you not wake me sooner?” as he rises to his feet, he grabs the bowl from you, heading outside your marui to discard its current contents.

“oh, i’m sorry, i was a little busy ridding my body of my late night snack. i don’t think our little one likes bladder polyps very much.” you reply in a snarky tone, laying back down to curl up on your sleeping mat in a fetal position.

neteyam sighs, as he grabs a bowl of fresh water for you to sip on. he carefully hands it to you, settling next to you.

“no more bladder polyps, then.” he nods, gently rubbing your back again. a few moments of silence pass, before his ears perk up at the sounds of your sniffling. he sits up immediately, tugging at your shoulder to examine your face.

“why are you crying?” confusion is plastered all over neteyam’s face, searching for the reason you’re so upset.

“i don’t want the children to see me like this. i have no appetite, and they wanted me to take them hunting today, and i-” you cry out, throwing your arms around your mate as you sob into his bare chest.

“shhh, shhhhh. it is all right, my love. do not worry. i will page for my mother and father to take them hunting. they’ll love to spend time with them today. do you want me to call for them now?” neteyam glances outside through the open flap of your marui, knowing it’s a bit early, even for village life to start.

you nod into his chest, sniffling hard as you cling to him. “yes….please. before the children wake.”

“shhh.” his large hand brushes over your hair, smoothing it gently. “i’ll send for them now.”

neteyam raises his other hand to his throat comm, and with a click of a button, you can hear your father in law’s voice through your mate’s earpiece.

“son, clearly someone must be sick, injured, or dying for you to be paging me this early in the goddamn morning. which is it?” jake snaps, though his voice has a tinge of grogginess to it. he was never a morning person as a human, and it certainly didn’t change when he became na’vi.

you hated to interrupt your in laws, especially when he was your olo’eyktan, with his own duties to tend to. your ears pin back against your skull as you bow your head, ashamed.

“dad, it’s y/n. she’s not feeling well. this….pregnancy is taking a toll on her.”

“ah, shit.” jake grumbles on the other line, and you can envision him rubbing his hand over his face, as he does when he’s stressed. “she okay now? want me to send your mother over to help?” jake’s voice has a tinge of worry to it as you hear your mother in law’s voice speaking to jake, mumbling something you can’t make out.

“actually, i was hoping you and mom would be able to watch the children for a bit. they wanted y/n to take them hunting today, but i think that’s out of the question for her. at least until she’s better.” neteyam continues to run his hand along your hair, trying his best to calm you as he speaks with his father.

“give us fifteen and we’ll be over soon.” the line clicks, and you’re left with the guilty conscience of your in-laws covering for you. again.

“they will be here soon. do you want to try drinking more water?” neteyam asks gently, still cradling you in his arms.

you sigh, sitting up to shake your head. “it’s not right, nete. i cannot ask this of them. they have their own duties to tend to, it’s wrong of me to-”

neteyam cuts you off right then and there. “-yawne, you do know they are their own person, capable of making their own decisions. my mother and father adore you, and they are more than happy to help. our family is more important to them than their daily village tasks. you know they’ll take any excuse to see the children. they love them. now please, don’t fret. they’ll be over soo-”

neteyam’s voice is drowned out by a shriek from your youngest daughter.

“GWANDPA!!!” nima squeals, running over to the front of your marui where jake and neytiri now stand.

“shhhh, shhhh babygirl! you’re gonna wake the whole village.” jake chuckles lightly, taking a knee to open his arms wide for her.

nima runs straight into them, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and kissing the tip of his nose. “why hewe, gwandpa?” she asks, confused as to why her grandparents were here so early in the morning.

“no way! grandpa and gramma are here!!” txonuk says happily, nudging se’ayl and tsantu awake.

“we’re takin’ you guys on a little huntin’ trip today.” jake explains, as neytiri kneels down to hug se’ayl, txonuk, and tsantu.

“but, i thought momma was taking us?” txonuk says, confused as he glances over to the drape that closes off the space where you and neteyam sleep during the night.

“your sa’nu [mommy] needs to rest. she is not feeling well.” neytiri gently explains to them, as neteyam slips through the drape.

“thank you for coming.” he says quietly, walking over to give his mother a hug, and his father a handshake.

“dad? is momma okay?” txonuk asks, tugging on neteyam’s loincloth.

“mama will be fine, don’t you worry about her, okay? come, let’s get your bows.” neteyam suggests, as jake and neytiri walk with him to where the bows are stored.

“which one’s yours, nima baby? is it……this one?” jake asks, holding up your bow.

nima bursts in a fit of giggles, thinking grandpa’s the funniest na’vi she’s ever met. “noooooooooo, gwandpa! that’s mama’s! you siwwy.”

jake chuckles and sets your bow back in its place. “is ittt…..this one?” jake holds up txonuk’s bow now.

“nooooooo! that ‘nuk’s bow!” nima giggles a bit more, shaking her head no multiple times.

“hey! that’s my bow, grandpa!” txonuk says, pointing to nima’s mini bow hanging up toward the end of the wall. “this one’s nimas!”

jake chuckles again as he hands txonuk his bow, rustling his curls before grabbing nima’s bow. “this one’s yours?”

“yea, yea!” nima says happily, taking the bow and holding it to her chest tightly, hugging the object.

“come, children. we must head out now, this is when payoang [fish] are most active.” neytiri urges, gently guiding them to the front of the marui.

“here nima, go to daddy for a sec. i’m gonna check on your mama, okay?” jake says, handing her off to neteyam.

“daddyyy!” nima says happily, playing with the beads on his necklace.

neteyam chuckles at this, kissing the top of her forehead gently. “good morning, nima baby.”

inside, jake makes his way over to your closed off bedroom sheet, stopping just outside of it. “babygirl? you decent in there?”

your eyes flutter open, glancing at the shadow cast on your bedroom sheet. “dad?….come in.” you croak softly, clearing your throat.

jake pulls the sheet back, slipping inside as he kneels beside you. he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over the top of your hand. his eyebrows push together in concern as he sees the current state you’re in. “jesus, kid. you look terrible.”

you let out a soft laugh, looking down at his hands as you shake your head. “gee, thanks, dad.”

“i’m not sayin’ it to be funny, sweetheart. we need to get you some help. d’you want me to call for mo’at?” he asks, concern laced in his voice as his thumb still strokes the top of your hand gently.

your eyes water at this, unable to control your hormones. tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at your father in law, defeated. “it’s been so hard. i don’t know why this pregnancy has been so difficult, but it is. i don’t want to worry neteyam, but….i’m worried.”

“shhh, shhhh. there’s no need for that. worryin’ doesn’t do anyone any good.” jake starts to say, as neytiri pulls back the sheet now.

“oh, my sweet child…” she says gently, kneeling on the other side of your sleeping mat. “how are you feeling?”

you can only answer with a sob, turning into your pillow as you cry. “it hasn’t been easy.” you cry out, as neytiri holds your other hand.

jake and neytiri both exchange a worried glance, before looking back down at you.

“i will call for mother. she will bring the right ‘umtsa [medicine] for you.” neytiri reassures you, wiping your tears away with her other hand.

“thank you…both of you, truly…..i feel terrible for waking you up so early-” jake shakes his head and cuts your sentence short.

“don’t you dare apologize, babygirl. you’re sick. we need you to get better, and that’s our top priority, okay? nothing else is more important.”

neytiri nods in agreement, squeezing your hand gently. “ma ‘ite [my daughter], please, rest. we will take care of the children, do not worry.”

jake leans in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead, as neytiri follows suit. neytiri even fluffs your pillow for you, squeezing your hand one last time before they both rise to their feet, giving you one last look.

“promise me you’ll rest up, kid? you need it.” jake asks, squeezing neytiri’s hand gently as they look over your sleeping mat.

your lower lip trembles as you nod. “i promise, dad.”

jake and neytiri head out of your marui, as jake scoops nima up in his arms. “ready to go hunt, babygirl?”

“wes, wes!!” nima says excitedly, plucking the string of her bow.

neytiri squeezes neteyam’s arm gently, halting him from heading back inside. “neteyam. i called for my mother, she will bring ‘umtsa. make sure y/n takes it. it will help.”

“thank you, mother.” neteyam nods, before giving his children one last look. “have fun with grandma and grandpa, my little ones.”

all four of his children wave back to him, as neteyam slips through the marui opening, lacing it shut before making his way back to you. his strong arms wrap around you, gently rubbing your arm as he holds you.

sleep comes to you eventually, after what seems like hours of dozing off. you’re grateful that jake and neytiri are able to take your children hunting, plus it gives them a chance to spend time with their grandchildren. you can only hope that they’re behaving for them.

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7ndipity · 9 months

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"Fuck it"

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You and Yoongi are friends, but if he wants more than that?

Warnings: swearing, very suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Tbh, I wrote this after a couple glasses of wine and got a little carried away(sorry, not sorry?) I hope you like it tho!

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Requests are open

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“Would you just scoot over?!”

“Nope.”

“There’s no more room to sit!”

“Not my problem.”

“Yoongi!”

Yoongi might have been your best friend, but god was he a pain in the ass sometimes.

You stood staring down at him as he sat, or rather sprawled, across the tiny wicker bench. You’d both decided to duck out onto the balcony of the release party for one of his members, intending for a few minutes of peace to catch your breath, but as usual, you just ended up bickering.

“If you don’t move, I will sit on you.” You warned him.

“Fine.” He replied, calling your bluff.

Without breaking eye contact, you plopped yourself down on his lap, making sure he felt every bit of your weight.

“Comfy?” You asked, hearing him grunt from the impact.

“Mhm.” He said, unbothered as he hooked his arms around you back so you wouldn’t fall off balance.

In truth, this wasn’t that out of the ordinary for the two of you, much to the surprise of all your other friends. For someone who claimed not to care much for physical contact or skinship, Yoongi always seemed to be willing to grant you an exception, hanging onto your hand in crowded places or sharing seats with you, like now.

You were always the exception for him, though, able to convince him to do things that he can’t say he would do for anyone else.

Over the course of your friendship, you’d come to be each other’s centerpoints in the universe. He’d been your rock when you needed him, coming over when you’d text him late at night, just to sit with you while you cried over some asshole that never even deserved you in the first place. You’d looked after him when he overworked and didn’t take care of himself as much as he should.

You’d toed the line between friends and something more for a while now, but had never pressed further, content with the way things were.

He loved you, though he hadn't said it in quite so many words, and that was enough.

Until it wasn’t, like now as you sat so teasingly close, able to feel your warmth against him, smell your perfume, hear the faint stutter in your breath.

“Your hair’s nice like this.” You mused, toying with dark ends of his overgrown locks, seemingly oblivious to the thoughts circling round in his head as he leaned further into your touch.

It was comfortable, too comfortable, one of his hands having come to rest on your thigh, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake as they traced back and forth. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to do something, anything, that this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for.

“I can’t do this.” He groaned, pulling away from you suddenly and sitting back.

“What’s wrong?” You looked up at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“I can’t keep sitting here pretending that this is okay, and that I’m…”

He couldn’t look away from you as you stared back at him. And maybe it was the alcohol from earlier clouding his judgement, but he didn’t care anymore, it was now or never.

“Fuck it.”

He leaned in and quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, and then another, and another.

Everything seemed to slow as he pulled back, cautiously gauging your reaction, only to be met by your eyes as clouded over with want as his.

“Why’d you stop?” You whispered.

For half a second, he froze as he stared at you, trying to make sure he heard you correctly and that he wasn’t imagining things. The next second though, he was back on you, connecting his lips to yours with such bruising intensity that you felt like you might actually break.

Your hands scrambled for something to hold onto, finding purchase in his hair again and earning a low noise from him that almost sounded like a purr but shifted into a growl when you giggled against his mouth, causing you to separate.

“What are we doing?” You finally had the clarity of thought to ask.

“I don’t know,” He said, breathing ragged, dragging his hands up your sides. “I just know I can’t stand not having you anymore.”

“Then have me.” You whispered, shivering under his touch as you pressed yourself closer to him.

“Fuck,” He gulped. “Let’s get out of here.”

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rosedom · 2 months

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I can't go off-anon because,,, sideblog ;^; but its aureramphibian hi hello non-anonymous because I'm YOUR problem now. Suffer :)

My brain is about 90% thoughts of Pretty Fictional Men and about 50% of the time, it's specifically either Tighnari, Cyno, Kaveh, or Gaming and I feel like you would appreciate this Gaming thought, so,, here! Have! :D

im a huge sucker for secret relationships idk why but having a secret relationship with Gaming, not because either of you are embarrassed but like- it's still new, and he does NOT want to have to introduce you to his whole extended family because if one of his aunties saw y'all together and couldn't keep quiet about it- oof. He's already having nightmares about the amount of calls he'd get from relatives begging him to meet you if that were to happen. So to avoid that, he suggests you keep it secret for privacy :D And it works! But also sucks because he's so busy and his family likes to do the whole... surprise drop-in thing. So to avoid any Awkward Circumstances y'all are essentially restricted to your place. And this was literally all just background lead-up that doesn't really matter but ANYWAYS

Can you imagine him being so pent up, not because he hasn't seen you but because he HAS, he's seen you practically every day and it's killing him because it's always in public and you're both trying to be careful? He hasn't touched you in ages, he hasn't had you touch him in ages and it wears on him so much he actually turns down an extra job (something he NEVER does) to make sure he has time to go see you ;-; Sweet little lion ;-; (absolutely stealing that nickname for him from you unashamedly. you were right about it. If it ain't broke, don't fix it)

But god, he'd be accidentally teasing himself too!! Not even doing anything, just that it's been so long since he's seen you and he's So Goddamn Pent Up that he keeps thinking about you,,, your hands,,,,,, your body,,,,,,, how well you kiss him, touch him, fuck him,,,,,,,,, and he realizes he's not only almost to your house, but he's hard and achy, AND he's soaked through his boxers :( poor baby :(

When he finally makes it to your house you bet your sweet ass he's immediately kissing you, grabbing you, so much more uncoordinated than how he usually is that even without how he's literally whining into the kiss, you'd be able to tell he's needy. He just wants you so badly :(((( Wouldn't even care how, just needs you Right Fucking Now and however you want that to be he's already pliant and willing under your hands, slowly blinking at you with those beautiful eyes of his already hazy- Hell, he'd be happy if you shove your hand down his pants right here against the wall, fill him with your fingers and play with his cock, already sticky from having to walk all the way here in soaked boxers. Make sure you kiss him while you do, though, he'd be a little loud :( He really can't help it though! Poor baby's just missed you so much, finally having you all over him like this is turning his brain to mush :(

Anyways hope you enjoy >:] love u Rosey, mwah

I ENJOYED THIS SO MUCH !! i am so sorry for such a late reply omg ,,, i had been thinking about this so so much but never got down to actually thinking up a post LOL

literally anything tighnari cyno kaveh ga-ming i will readily eat up (and eat you out for) . . . pls spam me. i think this is one of if not the hottest imagine i have ever received.

so SEE, NORMALLY, secret relationships aren't my thing ,, but oh my fcking god, ur idea? i love u. i love u so much. "it doesn't really matter," u say, then drop the absolute best lore ever. kiss me.

THE TENSIONNNNN mmmm he's already so needy, even when it's not a secret dating scenario, so to be restricted like this . . . thank god his t-dick can't cause a noticeable boner through his already thick and draping pants, 'cos if so, he'd be absolutely fucked (wishing he got fucked fr) (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

the side glances in public, the sweet smiles you give each other in those short seconds where nobody is looking . . . it gives him butterflies, makes his skin burn where your hand will brush his in passing, but it's also not enough—not nearly enough !! poor baby, havin' to touch himself to the thought of you when you're right there. it's different like this than before you two dated 'cos then he didn't know he could have you; but like this, when you've already loved him, fucked him, claimed him, how is he supposed to live without it? and his own hand—clumsy, never as good as your own fingers or, god, your cock—can only go so far.

sweet baby, sweet little lion, all hard n' wet because of you . . . pls steal the nickname idec i love pet names !!!

he'd turn down the new mission, the possibility of that extra mora, saying to himself he just wants to spend time with you—not anything else, nothing indecent, nothing of the sort !—except he's halfway to your house, and here he is, achy between his thighs and halfway in a trance because thinking about you has him thinking about your body, has him thinking about your hands, your hands on him, in him, and his cunt is just so empty, now, weakly clenching around nothing as he's lost in a daydream about you.

the idea of ga-ming bumbling through liyue all quiet, all serious looking, when he's normally so bubbly, loud—i want to have the mind to wonder what the folks on the street would say, but i also just. don't care. this is about ga-ming ! not them !!

and then he's at your door, barely giving you the chance to welcome him in and greet him before he's on you, clutching desperately at any part of you that he can reach and kissing you all sloppy. he's so so needy, and so so wet, and he's parting from your lips to look up at you so docile yet so fucking aroused, eyes blown wide and hazy . . . :( he deserves your touch after so long starved of it.

he'd keep going in for kiss after kiss, and he'd be whining so prettily, soft and breathy and high in his throat. i love him so much. pls ,, all of this happening not even two steps from the door . . . he just needs you so bad !!

slipping your hand down his pants between kisses, during kisses, hearing his moans tumble out of him only to be swallowed up by you immediately . . . just the thought of how fucking soaked ga-ming would be is so mmmmm; your fingers would slip inside oh-so easily, his cunt fluttering and welcoming one, two, three fingers in as your palm is left to grind against his cock rjjfhfkr

and you're kissing him as you do it all, keeping him quiet and pinned tight between you and the wall. 'cos he'd be so desperate for you, but you're just as desperate for him <333

be my problem. please. pls. i love you. i love this. this was so (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ !!!!!

#ㅤ✦【 INBOX 】#grgrgrgrrr i'm so . so . . . som. .. . . mmmmm #genshin thirst #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub gaming #gaming smut #gaming x reader #dom reader #gn reader #by god other people need to read your idea . it is so. sososom m m m mmmmmmmm #it broke me <3

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lipglossanon · 1 year

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(Alcoholic) Stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

For the anon who requested alcoholic stepdad Leon with cute smut; I hope you enjoy! I kept it pretty sweet in this one 🥰 got super lucky and struck with inspo for this 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, drunk Leon, kissing, sweet Leon, unprotected sex, creampie

Not proofread ✌️

Title from If You Could Only See by Tonic

part ii

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You hear the keys jingle in the lock a few times and cursing before the front door finally opens and Leon comes stumbling inside.

You watch him from the couch as he comes into the apartment, struggling but still able to close and lock the door. He kicks off his shoes and drops his keys on the little table near the entrance.

“Oh hey sweetheart,” his voice is whiskey rough as he walks further into the living room.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “late night?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, shoulders relaxed and easy as he sways a little on his feet, “a couple of guys from the office wanted to celebrate a promotion. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You glance at your watch then back up, “Eh it’s not too late, plus it’s the weekend so I can sleep in tomorrow.”

“Amen to that,” he chuckles, soft eyes taking in your bare legs before dragging up the rest of your body to look you in the face, “I need t’go to bed, sweetheart.”

“Wait,” you stand up quickly, tossing your phone down on the couch.

You pad over to him, and tug his arm until he leans down into your space.

You press a sweet kiss to his stubbled cheek, “Night dad.”

“Night, baby,” he rumbles, pulling away, and unsteadily making his way down the hall.

You watch as he disappears through his door and hear it close. Butterflies flutter in your chest as you settle back down on the couch. You finish out the show you’re barely paying attention to, then shut everything off and make your way to your room.

Pausing outside Leon’s door, you lightly knock but no reply. You twist the handle and poke your head in and look around. You seem him sleeping on his bed, clothes halfway off. Shaking your head, you smile to yourself at how hopeless he can be sometimes.

You step into his room and quietly walk over to his bed. Gently, you pull his slacks the rest of the way down and set them on the floor. You unbutton the last few buttons on his shirt and tug it away, moving his arms through the sleeves.

“Baby?” his voice slurs.

“Shhh,” you whisper, “just getting you ready for bed.”

“Too good f’me,�� he mumbles, laying back on the bed, “my pretty baby’s so good.”

Heat flares in your stomach as goosebumps raise across your arms. Biting your lip, you ignore his words and continue removing his shirt from his broad chest.

“Baby,” his palm reaches out to touch your face but his fingers graze across you lips, “sweet and soft.”

“Dad,” you laugh softly, ignoring the giddiness taking over your chest, “can you push up so I can get the covers over you?”

“Mm course,” he groggily raises up enough for you to pull his blankets and sheets out from underneath him.

You tuck him in and smooth his covers down. Pressing a soft kiss to his head, you turn to leave but his hand snags your wrist.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” his voice is deep as sleep tries to pull him under, “don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You step closer and brush some of his hair from his eyes as they flutter to stay open.

“You’re being silly, again.”

“No,” he tugs on your wrist until you’re kneeling on the bed, “I love you, baby. My pretty girl.”

He tugs you harder and goes to kiss your cheek, but in his inebriated state he misses and his lips land on your own. He groans and tugs you closer, his other hand sliding into your hair to hold you still.

“Love you so much, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth, licking back in to taste you more, “my sweet girl..”

“Dad,” you whine, kissing him back, feeling dizzy and hot all over, “love you too, so much.”

He pulls away, a string of spit connecting you two until it snaps with distance.

“M’sorry,” his eyes turn down, “I shouldn’t—“

“It’s okay,” you whisper, patting his cheek, “don’t worry about it, okay? We can talk tomorrow.”

“Okay, baby,” he agrees easily, eyes slipping shut as sleep overtakes him.

You press your fingers to your lips with a smile. You look over Leon’s handsome features, feeling a sudden urge to bite into his jaw line. Shaking your head, you get up from the bed and leave to head to your room.

You close your bedroom door behind you and change for bed. Looking in the mirror as you take out your earrings for the night, you giggle at your reflection. Every time Leon goes out drinking with his coworkers, he always comes home pretty drunk and you always help him get into bed. He also always ends up kissing you, a little more dirty than a stepfather should, but it’s exciting and you look forward to it every week.

You climb into bed with a smile on your face and relax into your comfy sheets. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off.

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee. You rub your eyes and stretch before getting out of bed. You don’t bother to change, just wearing an old baggy shirt of Leon’s and some sleep shorts that you can’t see unless you lift the hem of the shirt.

You wander into the kitchen to see Leon standing there, wearing a rumpled shirt and sweats, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he tosses over his shoulder, rough voice making your nipples tighten.

Hoping he won’t notice, you stand next to him at the counter to pour your own cup, “Morning, dad.”

He sighs into his cup and you stifle a laugh, “Too much to drink?”

He groans and props his hip in the counter, “Yeah, I don’t even remember how I got home last night.”

You hum and finish adding sugar to your coffee, “Well you made it home in one piece.”

“I suppose so,” he grumbles into his mug, “I got some work I gotta catch up on, so I’ll be in the office. Please knock if you need anything.”

He gestures to the closed door down the hall, “I just might be on a call so don’t just come barging in, okay?”

You roll your eyes good naturedly, “I know how it works.”

“Just saying,” he grins at you, pinching your side.

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing his hand away.

“Mm well remember to yell if you need me,” he kisses the crown of you head and ruffles your hair, then walks down the hall into the home office.

You bite your lip as you watch him leave, broad shoulders flexing under his shirt making you clench your thighs. Blinking, you turn back to your coffee and away from Leon.

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Morning gives way to afternoon then to late evening. Leon still has yet to leave the office and so you drum your fingers on the door.

“Come in,” you hear his muffled voice and push open the door.

“Baby,” he coos at you, face flushed as he smiles wide at you.

“Hard day?” you ask, catching sight of the empty whiskey bottle on his desk.

“Eh,” he shrugs, loose limbed and bright eyed, “just the usual assholes.”

He covers his mouth, “Sorry, I mean jerks.”

You grin at him, “I’ve heard words way worse than asshole.”

“Hey,” he frowns at you, but a smile tugs at his lips, “language, young lady.”

“Mmm my bad,” you laugh, coming over to his desk.

You step around the corner as he spins his chair to face you, thighs spread out.

“Sorry I worked so late today,” he murmurs, eyes taking in your appearance.

You’re still wearing Leon’s old college tee that he tossed out ages ago along with some skimpy barely there shorts.

He leans forward and tugs on the hem, pulling you to step between his thighs.

“Why’re you wearing this ratty old thing, baby?” His voice is deep, making your thighs clench.

You shrug, demeanor going shy, “I like it. Reminds me of you.”

His eyes soften and he pulls you until you’re sitting in his lap.

“You’re so sweet, baby,” it comes out muffled as he buries his face in your collar bone.

Your thighs bracket his as you settle down on his lap. He brings his hands up to squeeze and pet your waist.

“My pretty girl,” he coos, “god ‘m so lucky.”

You laugh and scratch your nails through his hair which makes him let out a sinfulgroan.

“S’good, baby,” he tilts his head back, eyes shut, as you keep running your fingers through his hair, “perfect pretty girl.”

You don’t mean to but you roll your hips down just a little, biting your lip when you realize what you’ve done. Leon doesn’t seem to notice, just sighs into the soft touches to his scalp.

“Hate that your momma left,” he mumbles unprovoked, “but I thank god she never took you with’er.”

“Yeah?” You whisper, eyes wide as warmth pools in your belly.

“Mmhmm,” his thumbs rub circles against your hips, “get to come home to such a sweet, pretty girl everyday. Always taking care of me.”

“Of course,” you smile at him although his eyes are still closed.

“Got everybody at work so jealous,” he sighs, “got my own pretty baby, so sweet to me. All mine.”

“All yours,” you let your hips roll down, pressing your wet center down onto his hips.

His eyes flutter open, hands gripping your waist, letting you keep grinding down on him.

“Baby,” his voice is raspy, pupils darkening, “what’re you doing?”

“Just want you to feel good, daddy,” you whimper, feeling his cock filling out underneath your thighs.

He groans, pulling you down as you slide your hands down to grip his shoulders.

“Perfect,” he groans, letting you grind your hot pussy down onto his hard cock, “perfect girl, god, but we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” you whine, “I want to and you want to.”

“Fuck,” he clenches his eyes shut, bucking up against your cunt, “don’t know how bad I want it, baby. But you deserve someone better.”

“Mm but I want you, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “you’re so big and strong,” you press a kiss to his other cheek, “and you take such good care of me.”

You press a chaste kiss to his lips, teeth nipping his bottom one as you pull away.

“You sure baby?” he murmurs.

“Positive, daddy,” you smile at him, “take me to bed and show me how much you love me.”

He kisses you sloppily, whiskey on his breath. He grabs you under your thighs and stands up from his chair, carrying you out the office and into his bedroom. You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“So strong, daddy,” you coo in his ear.

He stumbles against the bed and drops you on his messy sheets. You giggle up at him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in with his thick biceps. You wrap your arms around his neck again.

“Promise I’ll get better honey, stop drinking so much,” he mutters into your hair, kissing the shell of your ear.

“S’okay,” you pet his hair away from his face, “you’re not mean or anything. You’re actually really, really sweet when you’ve been drinking.”

Leon noses down your cheek and kisses the corner of your lips.

“Still,” he kisses your lips, “I wanna be good for you, baby. You’re everything to me.”

“Daddy,” you sigh softly, tears pricking your eyes, “kiss me, please.”

“Anything, baby. I’ll give you anything,” he promises you, pressing a sloppy kiss into your mouth, tongue licking past your lips to taste your sweetness.

You kiss each other softly over and over, tongues lapping at each other until spit drips down your chin. Arching your back, you whine into Leon’s mouth.

“Daddy, please,” you roll your hips down onto his cock.

“Okay, baby,” he kisses your neck, “might just take me a while to cum since I’ve been drinking, sweetheart.”

Red hot fire flares throughout your body making your toes tingle, arousal curling in your veins, and making your clit throb.

“That’s okay,” you whimper, nails scratching at his skin, “totally fine, we can take as long as you need.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins, eyes warm and happy, “seems like you like that, baby. Want me to love on you all night, pretty girl?”

“Leon,” you gasp, “yes, please.”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss into your neck, “As much as I love you in my shirt, gonna need to take it off.”

“Okay, daddy,” you quickly slip it off and then take the initiative to shimmy off your shorts and panties.

A punched out groan leaves Leon’s throat, his eyes roving over your body not able to look at any one spot.

“Pretty, pretty baby,” he rasps out, eyes hot and heavy as they look back up in your face, “so lucky.”

“Your turn,” you tug at his shirt, “wanna see you too.”

He takes your hand and kisses your palm before letting go to take his shirt off. Next he pushes his sweats down and kicks them away. He’s not wearing any underwear so you’re able to take in his full, thick cock already dripping with precum.

“Oh, Leon,” you breathe out, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

He takes his cock in hand to stroke it slowly, “This okay, baby?”

“Yes,” moaning, you shakily drag your hands across his shoulders to grab his biceps, “so big, daddy.”

He groans, hand speeding up as he jerks his cock, “You like that? Like that daddy’s so big and hard for you?”

“Uh huh,” you nod, eyes not able to stop watching as he pulls his foreskin back so you can see the fat, leaky tip.

You reach down and spread your pussy for him, “I’m so wet for you, always make me this way, daddy.”

His hand stutters over his dick and he grasps the base in a tight fist.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts, “daddy makes you that wet? That’s so sexy, honey, nearly made me shoot my load early.”

“Leon,” you mewl, arching your hips up so he can see more of your spread cunt, “need you so much, been wanting you forever.”

He groans and lets go of his cock; he cages you in again with his arms and kisses you hotly, tongue sloppily licking back into your open mouth.

“I gotcha, honey,” he says between messy kisses, “let me just ease it in.”

You both moan as the fat tip of his cock spreads open your fluttering hole. Leon slowly pushes into your wet heat, making sure to praise you and press kisses into your skin wherever his mouth can reach.

Once he bottoms out and is snugly pressed flushed against your pussy, he settles his body weight onto you. You moan loudly, legs wrapped around his waist and nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“So good, daddy,” you kiss his cheek, “feels so good.”

“I do too, baby,” he grunts in your ear, “such a perfect girl for me.”

You whine, pussy walls fluttering around his dick making his hips push deeper into your hole. You gasp as his tip kisses the opening to your womb, cunt eagerly milking his throbbing cock.

“Sorry, baby,” he slurs into your neck, “you just feel so tight.”

“So deep,” you moan, “please, daddy.”

“Shh, shh,” he kisses across your jaw and down your neck, “I’m gonna move now, okay baby?”

You nod your head quickly, “Please.”

He pulls halfway out before slowly pressing back inside you, your cunt squelching with the movement. Leon starts a slow steady motion, making sure to not go too fast or toohard, letting you adjust to the stretch of his hard dick.

You sigh softly and pull him to your lips for more messy kisses. You lose yourself to each other as he slowly takes you apart under his tongue and rolling hips. You feel his hand slip between your bodies so he can rub his thumb in firm circles on your clit.

“Want us to cum together baby,” he pants hotly into your mouth, no longer kissing just tasting the same air, “think you can do that for me?”

“Uh huh,” your toes are curling from the slow heat building in your belly, “wanna cum, daddy.”

“Good girl,” he kisses the corner of your eye, “daddy’s pretty close now too.”

“Inside me, please?” you look up at him, eyes wet and pleading.

He bucks into you harder than before, “Y’sure baby? God, I shouldn’t. I should probably pull out, sweetheart.”

You shake your head almost wildly, “Want it. Please, Leon,” you pout up at him, “you said you’d give me anything.”

He keeps thrusting harder into your pussy before catching himself and going back to slow, deep thrusts.

“God, I did say that didn’t I baby,” he groans, “yeah I’ll cum in you, sweet girl. I’ll give you everything I can.”

“Thank you, daddy, oh thank you, thank you,” you chant, nails digging deeper in his skin, “m gonna cum, Leon. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Then cum for me sweet baby, my perfect girl,” he murmurs, pressing the praise into your skin with hot kisses.

His thumb keeps circling your sensitive clit and when he thrusts a little deeper on the next roll of his hips, you see stars behind your eyelids. Your body shudders as you moan brokenly, pussy clamping down on Leon’s fat cock.

You hear him moan as he pumps his hips harder and harder into your spasming cunt. He buries himself as deep as he can and fills you with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum; there’s so much it drips out of your stuffed hole and onto the mussed sheets.

“Love you, baby,” Leon kisses you deeply, “my sweet girl.”

“Daddy,” you smile at him, feeling tired yet sated, “love you too.”

You lay together in the afterglow, trading soft words and even softer kisses until you fall asleep.

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photogirl894 · 2 months

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Hello! Don't know if you're still taking requests, but would I be able to request 8 and 33 from the physical affection prompt list with Crosshair? I can totally see him using that to spend time with his SO!! 😁

Hey anon! I know it's been forever since you sent this in, so I really hope you see it! Sorry it took a long time!

"Close to You"

8. Play fighting/wrestling

33. Playful shove

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

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It was a nice day on the planet, Naboo, and you and the Bad Batch were taking some downtime there for a little bit until you received your next mission. As you were about to get off the ship, Crosshair arm-checked you in the doorway and pushed past you. You cast a perplexed look at him, but he simply looked back over his shoulder and smirked at you as he went down the ramp.

He'd been doing that a lot lately, giving you light shoves as he'd walk by you and you couldn't quite understand why, but then he'd grin at you after doing so. His peculiar behavior peaked your curiosity. You'd seen him and his brothers push each other around often, but he never grinned at them like he did with you. At one point, you went to Hunter to see if he had any explanation behind Crosshair's behavior. All he had to say was that Crosshair was more physical with people he likes or feels comfortable around, hence why he shoved his brothers around all the time. It was just how he was; how he expressed himself. When you asked why Crosshair grinned at you the way he did, Hunter didn't really have much an answer other than, "Maybe he just likes you a little more."

If that were true...you wouldn't mind it at all.

You had found your gaze drifting towards Crosshair a lot more recently. Something about his stoic, quiet personality intrigued you and you really wanted to try and get him out of his shell a little more. You wanted to know him more; you wanted to see a side of him that even his brothers didn't know. That and you found him particularly handsome. Something about the sharp curvature of his cheek bones, the way his lips pressed together with a toothpick between them, the way the light hit his brown eyes...you were well and truly smitten with the sniper.

He tended to like to stay up a little later than the rest of the squad, so you decided to try something out once everyone else had retired for the night.

Soon, night came and you spotted Crosshair sitting outside by a space heater. His armor had been removed and he was just in his blacks, just like you were in yours. You carefully made your way down the ramp of the ship, but he heard you coming and stood up upon seeing you.

"Everything all right?" he asked you.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you walked up to him. Then you playfully shoved him in the arm and said, "Just checking on you and making sure you're okay."

He looked a bit taken aback at your gesture before saying, "I'm...fine."

Motioning to his arm where you'd hit him, you stated, "Hunter says that's how you show people you like them. I thought doing it back would do the same thing."

"Yes, but...it's different with you," he admitted.

"What do you mean?" you asked.

He flashed a grin at you; a softer, more sincere one that you had never seen from him before that made him almost glow even more in the light of the space heater. "For me...it's just another way to be close to you," he told you.

Surprised, you blurted out, "Then why didn't you just say something before?"

He smirked again and replied, "This was more fun," as he then nudged you again in the arm with his shoulder.

You figured two could play at that game. With your mouth agape at his gesture, you decided to gently shove him back. That only made him grin even more as he gave another push, a little harder than before. When you went to retaliate, however, he caught your hands in his, holding them in place and wrestling against them.

"Hey, no fair!" you cried.

You pulled your hands free, but as you turned to try and move away, he pulled you back, grabbing you around the waist with his arms and pulling your back against his chest as he lifted you just a little off the ground and walked backward slowly.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked tauntingly in your ear.

"You know, if you just wanted to be close to me, all you had to do was say--aah!"

Suddenly, you found yourself falling as Crosshair seemed to trip over something as he walked backwards and you both tumbled to the ground with a thud. You heard Crosshair groan from not only the impact of the ground, but also of you landing on top of him before rolling off.

"Are you okay?" you inquired, crawling over to him.

"Never...better," he groaned as he sat up. However, just as he got all the way up, he was suddenly pushed back down onto his back, but not because you had shoved him...because you had leapt onto him and were hugging him around his neck. His arms stiffened at his sides at the sudden, unexpected closeness he was receiving from you, not to mention with you being on top of him.

"If you wanted to be close to me...I would've obliged right away," you said softly to him. "I care a lot about you, Crosshair. I hope this is what you want."

His arms gradually enclosed themselves around you, embracing you closely, and you could feel his body relax underneath you. Then he responded, "Not quite."

When you pulled back to question him further, his hand was immediately on your cheek for a brief moment before it slid to the back of your head and he pulled you down to him, lifting his head a little to meet you partway as he joined his lips softly with yours. There was a delightful shiver that ran down your spine at how sweetly he kissed you and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss as you deepened it.

After a moment, he pulled back, a new light in his eyes upon realizing you had kissed him back and were smiling adoringly down at him. "Now, I've gotten what I wanted," he then spoke, a content grin on his face. "This was everything I'd hoped for...and more."

Pleased with his reply, you bent over, kissed him once more and then laid your head down on his chest, cuddling up to him. His arms held you safely against him, right where he wanted you to be.

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I’m back with more request for dad!tan. Well… pre-dad!tan. How would he react to us telling him we were pregnant? Even more drama, tan gets a call in the middle of the events of the bullet train and it’s us saying that we wanted to wait until he got home but we can’t keep the secret - we’re pregnant.

Also I know I request dad!Tan a lot, could I be 🍼anon? I feel like it’s appropriate

hii!! love love it!! been thinking of you as daddy anon, so the emoji is better😭😭😭 hope you like it💌 love dad tan sm!!!

TELLING TAN YOU’RE PREGNANT.

got an idea but it'll mess with the plot of the movie, but that's a good thing as that means he won't die so yay

— maybe you text him beforehand to see what he's up to and he tells you he's about to get on the train and if all goes well he should be home midday the next day. he's been away on work for the last several days, and you found out you were pregnant yesterday. usually, you tell tan everything, and since he's away, you can't. maybe it was eating you up, and since this was such big news, you NEEDED to tell him

— you start it small. trying to find out more about how long he'll be, and what time he lands. you're trying to scope out how much longer you have to contain the news for. and bc of your questioning, he gets suspicious and he'd send back "you alright? missing me too much or something?" and then you reply "yeah, miss you loads! need to tell you something but I'll wait" then he says "tell me now love. what is it?" and then you say "rather tell you in person. be safe and I'll see you when you're back" but he's not having it, so he calls you

— they'd be in their seats on the train now, so tan would leave lem with the son while he calls you

— maybe you debate declining the call, but you know tan, and you know he would just keep calling and calling til you answer. so you answer and bc you're actually speaking to him you get all emotional and teary?? you bounce around with the way you say it, seeing how this wasn't how you envisioned and he's miles and miles away. so after a little bit of his gentle pushing and his reassurance you tell him you're pregnant. he'd go quiet and you'd be saying his name, and apologise for telling him like this, and sorry for messing up his mission

— he'd tell you how that's not true and he loves you. he's just a little speechless. all he wants now is to see you and hug you, and the distance is messing with his head (he's not able to do what he wants to do, and you're at home on your own and he's in japan) says how he'll be home soon, and how happy he is about the news, but says he'll call you again later bc now theres things he needs to do

— he'd go up to lemon and tell him how they need to cut the mission short. they'd threaten and scare the son into staying on the train "you don't get off til kyoto. hear me? or we'll (idk, imagine something threatening)”

— lemon is obvs VERY happy with the news and understands why tan needs to get back

— it's late when he gets home (but it's way way earlier than planned so it's a cute surprise) he has like 5 bouquets of flowers in his arms and places them on the nightstand next to you and kneels beside the bed and gently nudges you awake, calling your name sweetly, telling you he's home

#ask #🍼#<that’s so cute what #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine headcanon #tangerine bullet train #dad tangerine

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rubysunnday · 2 years

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did she have a cookie?

requested by anon: I would like to request a Bridgerton!sis imagine in which the reader drinks the tea that Benedict had mixed the powder thinking of it as ordinary tea. And Colin and Benedict try to keep her out of trouble. And she gets emotional at the end. A fluffy ending. Thank you

a/n: just like editing, i cannot make a just happy fic

summary: Don't drink the tea unless you want to have a trip of a lifetime

Summer at Aubery Hall was always enjoyable. The late nights spent outdoors, playing games until the sun had long gone - being able to gallop across the fields without stopping.

It all brought Y/N so much joy and excitement. But, naturally, her mother had to ruin it with the mention of suitors and marriage and all the grown-up things Y/N didn't want to think about.

Since she'd woken up that morning, she had been avoiding her mother. Y/N had skipped breakfast, hidden in the library, and was now up near the nursery, searching for anyone to free her from her bordem.

She could hear Colin and Benedict in the nursery and approached the door, wanting to know what they were on about.

"What are you two doing?"

Colin turned in his chair to face the nursery door. "Talking, why, what are you doing?"

"Avoiding our mother," Y/N grumbled, walking further into the nursery. "She will not stop talking about suitors and marriage and it is driving me insane."

Colin pulled out the chair to his left and Y/N sat down in it with a huff, crossing her ankles. "You look like Eloise when you do that."

"Of course I do, she is my twin," Y/N snapped. Coline raised his eyebrows and Y/N groaned. "Sorry."

"Is she truly that awful?" Benedict asked, pouring Y/N a cup of tea before leaning back in his chair.

Yes. "No. Well, yes, but I know she means well. I just want to enjoy our time here before we return to London and society and -"

"All the joys that come with it?" Colin suggested.

Y/N nodded. She sat up in her chair, leaning forward. "She does not pester you two."

"Probably because we are men," Benedict replied. "Besides, Colin is not here enough for her to pester him."

Colin smirked, bringing his tea to his lips. "That was my plan all along, dear brother."

Y/N sighed, reaching for her tea. "I understand that this is my entire future but," she sipped the tea, "would it truly be so awful if I became a spinster? I hate society anyway."

Benedict looked thoughtful for a moment. "It would be lonely, I think. Always on the outskirts of events. From what I have seen - and been told - there is not really any place for an unmarried woman in society."

"That seems like society's problem," Y/N muttered. She blew on her tea and took another sip. "Not mine." Y/N hesitated, holding her cup close. "Marriage scares me."

Colin and Benedict shared a look.

"Not like that you idiots," Y/N hissed, catching their look. "I know enough about that. I meant in the way that I have to spend the rest of my life with this one person - unless they die of course... we can always hope."

"Where are you going with this, Y/N?" Benedict asked wairly.

"What if the person I marry starts off lovely but then turns into a horrible human being?" She asked.

Colin sighed softly. "Then, we would sort something out. There is always a solution, one way or another."

Y/N drained her tea, grimacing at the aftertaste. "Urgh, Benedict, you need to work on your tea-making skills, this is disgusting."

"What are you own about?" Benedict asked, frowning. "You love my tea."

"Well, not this one. It was disgusting," Y/N said, setting the cup down and pushing it away.

Benedict looked at the cup. His eyes slowly widened as he realised that there was another cup directly next to it, still full of steaming tea. "That was my tea."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Colin, she drank the tea," Benedict said, slowly, looking at his brother.

Y/N frowned. "It is the same tea. Is it... not?"

Colin opened his mouth and then promptly closed it again. He turned to his sister. "How do you feel?"

"Fine. Brother, you are scaring me slightly."

"No, no, it is nothing to worry about," Colin replied quickly. "I think," he added quietly. "It is just that I gave Benedict this new tea I brought back from my travels and it has a certain... effect on an individual."

Y/N blinked. "Colin Bridgerton, did you just drug me?"

"No, no, no, I drugged Benedict."

"And inadvertently drugged me!" Y/N exclaimed. "Oh, my god, we have dinner with the Sharma's and Lady Danbury tonight. Colin, is there a way to reverse it?"

"Well, I assume throwing up would work, but I fear it might be too late," Colin replied, trying not to laugh.

"Colin, don't you dare laugh," Y/N snapped. "This is not funny!"

"Alright, both of you calm down," Benedict said, holding his hands out. "Y/N, you will be fine. Will keep an eye on you and stop you from making a fool of yourself."

"That does not reassure me in any way," she grumbled. "Fine. But do not tell Anthony or mama, I am embarrassed enough as it is."

"If they find out we shall simply blame Colin," Benedict told her, patting her hand sympathetically. "I blame Colin a lot, it makes my life easier."

"I am still in the room!" Colin exclaimed.

"Fine," Y/N grumbled. "But if I start going mad, please just knock me out or something."

High Y/N was not something Benedict nor Colin had been prepared for.

It had taken about twenty minutes for the drug to actually start working. At first, it had just been like she was a little tipsy. A stumble here, a giggle there. But then the tipsy turned to drunk and soon it became clear that Y/N was high as... well, a high person.

"Mother is going to kill us," Colin muttered, holding Y/N's arm tightly.

Benedict nodded. "As is Anthony," he added. "Why does this house have so many stairs?"

Y/N missed a step and both brothers lurched forward, catching her before she lost her balance entirely. Their younger sister just giggled, swaying happily between them.

"Benny, you have such pretty eyes," Y/N said, her voice unusually high-pitched. "Oh, look, that's gorgeous."

Y/N freed herself from her brothers and dashed down the final few steps, rushing over to a bronze statue. Benedict winced, fully expecting her to fall flat on her face as she jumped the last step, but Y/N kept her balance.

"Y/N, do not," Colin swooped over and took the statue from her, "touch the statue."

Y/N crossed her arms and looked grumpily at her brother. "You have gotten meaner since you came back."

Colin gaped at his sister. "Excuse you!"

"What, it's true! You are incredibly annoying!"

Y/N turned on her heel and flounced down the corridor, heading towards the dining room. Benedict took one look at his brother - who still looked incredibly offended - and snorted.

"Don't take it personally, brother," he said, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Does she actually mean that?"

"Everyone means it."

Colin shot his brother a withering look. "Come on, before she breaks something."

Somehow, Benedict and Colin managed to arrange the seating so that Y/N was sat in between them, opposite Eloise and Miss Sharma - but far away from Anthony and Miss Edwina. They were both hoping it would minimise the chaos caused and mean that Anthony was none the wiser.

"Peas make me sad."

"What?" Colin asked, turning his head sharply to look at his sister. "Peas?"

Y/N nodded, gently prodding a pea with her fork. "They are such a sad vegetable. It must be quite lonely to be a pea."

Eloise stared at her twin across the table, utterly confunded. She looked at Benedict and Colin, reading their shared glance in an instant. "What did you two idiots do to her?" She whispered.

"We didn't do anything," Benedict whispered back. "She drank the wrong tea."

"Please explain," Eloise said, raising her eyebrows.

Benedict sighed. "Colin had this tea -"

"That makes you feel like you're floating on a piece of grass?" Kate cut in, keeping her voice quiet.

Colin blinked at her. "You know it?"

"I tried it once. I ended up floating on my back in a river because I thought I was flying."

Eloise turned from Kate. "You drugged my sister?"

"Our sister."

"At this moment in time she's mine," Eloise told him. "You two drugged her."

"We did not -"

"Miss Sharma, you look very beautiful tonight," Y/N said dreamily, resting her chin on her hand as she stared at Kate.

Kate pressed her lips together tightly, trying not to laugh. "Why thank you, Miss Y/N."

"I wish my brother would just admit he lo-"

Benedict leant over and clamped a hand over Y/N's mouth, drowning out the rest of her sentence. He knocked his knife off his plate and onto the floor, the noise temporarily silencing the dining room.

"Everything alright, Benedict?" Violet asked warily, glancing over at him.

"Fine, mother," Benedict replied, quickly letting go of Y/N. "I knocked my knife."

After a few more wary glances their way, everyone eventually went back to their conversations.

"Our dear sister evidently does not have a filter," Colin muttered, picking up Benedict's knife and handing it to him.

"I only hope dinner ends before she talks to Miss Edwina," Benedict replied, slapping Y/N's hand gently as she went for his potatoes. "Otherwise Anthony may murder us."

Luckily for both brothers, Y/N's dream-like state was beginning to wear off. Instead, they were faced with an overly-emotional Y/N whose body was trying to detox from a drug she'd never had before.

The rest of dinner passed uneventfully. Anthony made a speech which Y/N didn't so much as acknowledge - she was too busy staring mournfully into a candle - and then everyone excused themselves, almost all deciding to retire for the night.

"She looks so sad," Y/N said softly.

Benedict turned, seeing that his sister had stopped halfway up the stairs. "Who does?"

Y/N pointed up at a painting high up on the wall. "She looks so very sad."

Benedict looked up at Colin, who just shrugged. With a sigh, Benedict pivoted and jogged back down the stairs, standing next to his sister.

He looked up at the painting, one he hadn't necessarily realised was there before and squinted slightly. "I suppose so, yes."

"I always see her when I leave my room," Y/N continued, her voice small, "yet I never asked who she is." She looked up at her brother. "Is that what will happen to me?"

"What will?"

"I'll just be... forgotten about? No one will ask who I am when they look at my portrait?"

Benedict stumbled over his words for a moment. "I... Y/N, I don't think -"

"If you think about it, I suppose that's all we are," Y/N said quietly, her voice catching occasionally. She sat down on the steps and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her hands around her ankles. "All that is left of our father is a painting in the study."

And suddenly, the amusement of the night vanished. Benedict felt like the air had been sucked right out of him. He looked up at Colin and cursed quietly when he saw his brother had vanished.

"Y/N..." Benedict sighed, sitting down beside her. He clasped his hands together, glancing at the signet ring on his little finger. "Father is not just a painting. He is in this house, he's in all of us... he's in Anthony's infuriating pocket watch -"

"But the image of him is gone. All we have is an artist's impression that probably is not even that accurate," Y/N countered. "I know he is still here but I do not remember what he looks like. Because the painting is just that - a painting. Someone's depiction of him as Viscount Bridgerton. Not my dad."

Benedict closed his eyes. He had nothing to say to his sister because she was right - as always. Memories are fleeting and the mind can warp things in many different ways. How his sister remembered their father was possibly entirely different to how Benedict remembered him - how Anthony remembered him.

"I would like to go to bed now," Y/N said softly, lifting her head up and looking at Benedict.

"Of course."

Benedict stood up and held out a hand to Y/N, pulling her to her feet. They walked up the rest of the stairs, side by side, in silent company. Y/N only spoke once - and that was to utter a small night to Benedict as she headed to her bedroom.

Utterly stumped, Benedict exhaled slowly, putting his hands on his waist. He dropped his head, looking down at the floor.

"Where is she?"

"Well she was - oh."

"Oh?"

"Well, she was here!"

"Colin Bridgerton, I swear -"

Benedict leant over the bannisters. "What are you two doing?"

Anthony and Colin both looked up at him. Colin had evidently found Anthony in his study for his older brother was wearing nothing but his dress shirt and trousers, looking utterly exhausted with a slight hint of concern. Benedict stared at them expectantly.

"Where's Y/N?" Anthony asked, taking the stairs two at a time.

Benedict glanced at Colin. "Did you tell him -"

"Of course, he told me!" Anthony exclaimed, raising his voice only slightly, not wanting to wake the rest of the household up. "Y/N is his soft spot - of course, he buckled and told me. Where is she?"

Benedict nodded at the door behind him. "She went to bed. Anthony, I didn't say anything to bring it on -"

"No, it's fine. I've been expecting someone to have a moment about father whilst we're here - grief is unpredictable." Anthony wanted to add I would know but decided against it. "I had mine this morning."

"The grave?" Colin asked softly.

Anthony nodded tightly. "I am still incredibly pissed that you two drugged her."

"We didn't -"

"You were going to drug him," Anthony snapped, pointing at Colin and then at Benedict. "You, shush." He softened slightly, adding, "but thank you for looking after her."

Benedict gave him a tiny smile. "She's not asleep," he said, pointing at the door.

"I know, she's not."

Anthony brushed past his brother and knocked quietly on Y/N's door. He waited a few seconds before he opened it, stepping inside with gentle footsteps.

"They told you?"

His sister's voice was quiet. She was curled up on the top corner of her bed, hugging a pillow and looking out the window. Her dress was still on and she'd had a half-hearted attempt at taking her hair down. Anthony slowly walked over to her, perching himself on the edge of her bed.

"Colin has a soft spot for you."

Y/N smiled half-heartedly. She picked at the tassels on the corner of her pillow, looking out at the grounds. "I knew coming back here would be hard," she said quietly, "because it always is. I just did not expect this year to be so difficult. I suppose being high does not help."

Anthony nodded. He crossed his ankles, exhaling softly. "When we first returned here after... after the incident, it was incredibly difficult. His presence is still here - I can almost feel him watching me, sometimes."

"I went into your study earlier, looking for you," Y/N said quietly. "That's when I saw the portrait. I have seen it before - there's one back in London as well. But it just occurred to me that... it is simply a depiction of him. Of him as a viscount, not him as a father."

"I see." Anthony sighed. "That portrait looks down on me every single day of my life and I have studied it until my eyes went blurry. I sometimes look to it for advice - asking what would you do? But I know that it is not our father. It is simply Viscount Bridgerton. Our father smiled, for one."

Y/N ducked her head, smiling at that. Anthony pushed himself further back onto the bed and laid down next to her. Y/N rolled into his side, still hugging the pillow.

"I remember when Daphne first began to learn the pianoforte," Anthony continued, his hand absently tracing circles on Y/N's arm, "he used to dance around the room with you. He would lift you up and let you put your feet on top of his shoes and then you would do a waltz around the room together."

Y/N closed her eyes, a few tears escaping down onto her cheeks. "I wish I had something, so I knew what he looked like in those moments."

Anthony reached down to his waistcoat and pulled his father's watch out. He grabbed Y/N's hand and gently placed the object in her palm, folding her fingers over it.

"I carry this with me everywhere I go. It reminds me of him and it reminds me that he is still here - in the little things we all do. He had this on him every day of his life, up until he died. So, whilst it is not a painting, it is still something of him when he was our father."

Y/N rubbed her thumb along the back of it where EB was engraved. She sniffed softly, carefully dabbing under eyes. "Thank you. For this and for not getting mad at me for being high."

Anthony let out a breath of laughter, resting his chin on top of his sister's head. "Technically, you were not to blame for that."

"I thought the tea tasted weird."

He laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. "You should get some sleep," he said, preparing to move.

Y/N grabbed his wrist. "Can you stay? If you are busy, you do not -"

"Of course, I will stay," Anthony said firmly, lying back down. Y/N smiled tiredly at him and his heart ached as he caught a glimpse of eleven-year-old Y/N, clinging on to him when he returned back after being away.

"You are the best brother," Y/N told him, reaching down and pulling her duvet up and over them both.

"Well, I am the only one who did not get you high."

"Gregory had no involvement but I am sure if he had been old enough, he would have been the instigator."

"Oh, of course, he would. You know, Greg actually shares father's love of pranks."

Y/N lifted her head, looking at Anthony. "Really?"

"Mmhm. He once put glue, in Benedict's shoes. Benedict was furious, naturally..."

Anthony proceed to tell Y/N all the stories he could of their father until her eyes could stay open no more and his voice was hoarse. He knew he was never going to be his father - but he hoped that he was close enough.

#bridgerton #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton sister #bridgerton!sis #bridgerton sis #bridgerton x platonic!reader #platonic #bridgerton platonic #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader

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sitp-recs · 9 months

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Can you do "Harry takes care of Draco" too? 👀 (and if I may rec a rec, pls include Let's Pretend the War Is Over by pir8fancier)

I’m sorry for the late reply, anon! Oh love me some pir8fancier, a great (and imo underrated) author. Here are some other recs for this trope, some of my all-time favorites here:

Let's Pretend the War Is Over by pir8fancier (M, 8k)

The war is over and Draco is alone, fighting demons of a different nature. This is obviously an AU by now. Written after "The Half-Blood Prince" came out.

Between Myth and Man by @slytherco (E, 16k)

Draco, lost and a little broken, navigates post-war reality convinced that people like him should not be allowed to make their own choices. To solve the problem of his self-sabotaging tendencies, he starts taking a few drops of Veritaserum every morning.

Savage by marguerite_26 (E, 18k)

In a post-war world that lives in fear and ignorance of werewolves, Draco Malfoy has taken every step to keep his condition hidden. When the delicate balance of his life shatters in a single moment, it is Harry Potter alone standing in his defence.

Strange Bedfellows by ravenclawsquill (E, 30k)

When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it.

Inside Your Mind by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 36k)

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

The Sinner’s Redemption by oldenuf2nb (E, 55k)

When Headmaster, Harry Potter, loses his Potions Professor - is he willing to fight the system to employ the one person he knows will excel in the position?

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (T, 159k)

Draco's life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it's simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he'd worked so hard to build, there's only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time.

Number Seven by sara_holmes (M, 253k)

Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone...Right?

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #Harry takes care of Draco

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ryuichirou · 2 months

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Speaking of pictures, which of the TWST boys would take sexy photos and/or nudes of themselves and send it to their respective paramours and how would the said paramours react?

Sorry for the late reply, Anon. I’m slowly working through the list of older asks… please be patient with me.

Riddle – very unlikely, he might get coerced or provoked though. I don’t think he would do it with Trey, but if he suddenly did send him a nude, Trey wouldn’t believe his eyes and it would probably take quite some time for him to response… Floyd would be shocked too, like yeah he did tease Riddle about being a chicken and not wanting to take a dick pic, but he didn’t expect him to actually do it. He would call Riddle lewd because he knows that he is going to lose his shit lol

Ace – he wouldn’t mind sending a dick pic, but he doesn’t do it out of the blue, only if the atmosphere gets kind of flirtatious and spicy. It usually happens with Deuce, so they would still bicker and tease each other, but if Ace sends Deuce a nude picture, Deuce would probably send something like “whht” and go offline. Because he got embarrassed, freaked out and threw the phone out of the window… pray that no one picks it up and sees it, Ace.

Deuce – he wouldn’t think of it himself, but he could be asked to. He won’t agree initially, but after some bickering he might. He is very awkward in his nudes though, it’s obvious that he is very embarrassed, but once he gets used to it and starts sending pics to Ace on a regular basis, he’ll get stupidly good and even inventive with some of his angles. While still being super embarrassed about it. Ace doesn’t praise him for good pics, a lot of times he jokes or comments kind of vaguely, as if he didn’t ask for a pic himself, but… he saves every single one of them.

Trey – nah, it would be way too embarrassing. I don’t think it’s impossible to make him send a nude, and if he and the recipient get too flirtatious, when after like a week or two of teasing Trey might actually send a picture showing a little bit of his crotch area (although I can’t think of anyone who we ship Trey with that could do it, maybe Vil? Maybe though). But if Riddle suddenly received a nude picture of him, Trey would apologise before Riddle could even react. And then they’d have an awkward conversation about how it’s totally okay and nothing weird has happened… right… not a big deal… (Riddle won’t be able to get the image out of his head )

Cater – he either doesn’t take pictures at all when he isn’t dating someone (and he currently isn’t, just laments about how nice it would be to exchange hot pics with someone), or sends them to random recipients on one of those forums where people want anonymous nudes. But if it’s the latter, the pics are obviously faceless. I think it’s the former though…

Leona – does he even use his phone? If Ruggie asked him to send him a picture, Leona would refuse, but not because of obvious reasons, but because he is lazy and Ruggie should do it himself if he wants a picture so badly, but it won’t be for free. Great, Leona, now start charging Ruggie of all people for a fucking pic lol

Ruggie – he has no idea why anyone would want to see his scrawny body, but hey, if he is getting paid for it, he doesn’t care. He’ll take a picture of anything other than his butt, that’s just a little too weird for him lol But if Leona received his picture for some reason, he would probably be confused and ask if Ruggie is feeling okay. He never replies to Ruggie’s text, so… is the fact that he sent a nude so troubling that Leona doesn’t even get mad?

Jack – this is way too embarrassing to him, but it’s not impossible to bully him into it. Well, it’s almost impossible, it’s very difficult because he is super stubborn and doesn’t like the idea of pictures of his down-there existing anywhere. But if this is an abs pic (+a boob pic, which he doesn’t realise lol), he could get persuaded. Vil would call him a good boy for that lol why is it Vil who ends up asking these introverted boys for nudes?? That doesn’t sound right…

Azul – he wouldn’t, because he feels like this is pretty much creating his own blackmail, and he doesn’t trust anyone enough to send a nude picture of himself with full knowledge that it won’t be used against him in the future. That being said, sometimes he really likes how his body looks, and he might take a picture just to see it at a different angle… but then he has to delete it in less than 5 minutes!! God forbid someone finds his phone or, even worse, if he accidentally sends it to someone.

Jade – he wouldn’t. But if his loved one expresses just how much he doesn’t want to receive a dick pic, he is absolutely going to. He is a wild card lol you never know with Jade. Intuitively and regularly he absolutely wouldn’t, but when Idia-san is so sure that he’ll never get a dick pic from him… Jade’s entire being won’t stop itching in anticipation until he sends him a nude and freaks him out lol He’ll totally say “My apologies, I didn’t mean to send you this. This is very embarrassing” afterwards, although both of them would know that he isn’t sorry at all.

Floyd – idk, he feels weird about nudes, he doesn’t like to send one to a person who asked for it, but at the same time he doesn’t feel like taking a picture of himself either… until he does. Sometimes he fools around and ends up taking a bunch of pretty hot pictures. With him biting his shirt to keep his crotch and stomach exposed, or just holding a dick and stuff. He doesn’t take them with a thought to send it to someone, but he might just for the heck of it. He might also actually send one on accident… the reaction of the recipient is always fun, it takes them some time to realise that this is in fact Floyd’s dick and yes it is that massive. Riddle and Idia would probably block him in panic lol but stare at the pic afterwards.

Kalim – he takes and sends tons of pictures, but none of them are usually sexual. He loves spamming Jamil with selfies, but every once in a while veeery rarely he might send a dick pic to Jamil. You know, just to show how much he misses him (even if they haven’t been together for like a day or two). Jamil always yells at him and asks him not to do it, what if someone hacks his phone and leaks the photo everywhere?? And Kalim is so bad at not exposing himself, there’s always either his tattoo, his things or even his face showing!

Jamil – he wouldn’t, but he still does because Kalim asks for it. And while Kalim always reacts with excitement, he could get surprisingly specific and demanding, so Jamil always has to take pictures at weird angles, in weird poses and such. Some of them are super indecent and exposing… If things were up to Jamil, he would take pictures that show just enough to drive the recipient insane, without actually showing his private parts. He has such a talent for seduction… and very low sex drive and interest in the field.

Vil – very rarely, and his pics are always faceless. His nudes are always top notch, and he doesn’t mind teasing his lover and he loves throwing the starving dog a bone every now and then, but he is super paranoid about privacy. Vil has seen so many celebrities suffering from leaks, he can’t always shut down the feeling of being watched. This contradicts another hc I wrote a couple of weeks ago (maybe), but if Ortho creates a private impenetrable unhackable cloud storage just for Vil, he might take pictures more often. As for Rook, whenever he gets a pic from Vil, he either bombards him with compliments or goes completely silent for like 30 minutes, while being online the whole time. Kind of creepy…

Rook – he prefers to receive pictures, not take ones himself. He doesn’t get asked for pictures all that often either. But if he does (I can’t think of anyone other than Vil who would be even remotely interested…), he could take quite a decent pic. And he is quite stealthy about it, like the details of the background imply that he is outside and surrounded by people, how the fuck did he manage to take a picture without getting noticed?! His dick pics stress Vil out… go hide somewhere next time…

Epel – I can picture him both being provoked into taking a picture (he isn’t a chicken!!!) and taking it himself, but it would still be super embarrassing and awkward to him. I can also picture him accidentally sending the picture to the wrong recipient lol Like he meant to send it to Floyd but sent it to Rook instead… And he is lucky if it’s Rook, because Rook won’t tell anyone about it. Just look at Epel very meaningfully while Epel gets red and dies out of embarrassment every time their eyes meet.

Idia – no no no no no, no way, absolutely impossible! Well… He might get bullied into doing it though. By Ortho (puppy eyes!! Because the boy really wanted to receive a cute nude pic…), by the Tweels (blackmailing him into doing it? as an option) or by Lilia (just by the sheer alpha energy that is both arousing and frightening at the same time). Funny enough, I can’t really picture Azul asking Idia to send him a nude…do better, Azul.

Ortho – he is so, SO UPSET that he can’t fully experience this thing. He doesn’t even have a phone! He is a phone! But this isn’t going to stop him, so he might actually somehow take a picture and send it to Idia, going “oops, sorry niisan, I sent it on accident, completely forgot to delete this one!”, as if this is even possible… Both Idia and he know he is just messing around lol He analysed terabytes of dick pics and nudes to take perfect pictures though.

Lilia – he might. For funsies lol Especially if he knows it’s going to tease his lover, and I feel like he is the most likely to do it for Idia. He would mostly take provocative pictures, try some weird angles, but those make his back hurt, so he’ll end up just sending Idia a dick pic. Either way, it would freak Idia out lol

Silver – he doesn’t initiate it, but he does it… well, he used to do it quite often for Lilia back when he got his first phone. He is better at it than one would expect him to be, but this is because Lilia made him retake pictures multiple times until he was satisfied. But he doesn’t ask him for pictures all that much these days, so if Silver sends him one, he would be very surprised… in a good way. And Sebek would be in shock lol he would call Silver and yell at him. He won’t delete the pictures though… why, Sebek?

Sebek – I don’t think he’d do it by his own volition unless he is either being tricked or forced to do it, but even then he would be super embarrassed. And any of his potential partners would be shocked to get a Sebek dick pic… It would be so confusing that no one would probably even want to address it (especially Idia, although he would be freaked out by Sebek’s size). Malleus might get furious, but he’ll quickly realise that poor Sebek was probably tricked into doing something like this, so he’ll feel bad for him lol Silver will just very vaguely ask Sebek to be careful next time. He isn’t really shocked by the pic itself, it’s not the first time he sees Sebek’s thing…

Malleus – well, if he manages to figure out how the phone camera works and how to send it… without actually breaking the phone… can his phone even do that? In any case, Sebek wouldn’t believe his eyes and would probably collapse and stop functioning for at least an hour, and Lilia would get very surprised and then rush to explain Malleus that he probably shouldn’t be doing this since he is a future king and all. But maybe… a couple of pictures wouldn’t hurt, right?

#replies #headcanons

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towriteloveontheirarms · 8 months

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Hi would u write a Xavier one shot were he takes notes for reader because she falls asleep in botany and he wakes her up after class and offers to help her study the lesson in the library so she doesn’t miss out

Thank you so much for the request anon. <3 This was so fun to write I hope you like it.

Sweet dreams

pairing: Xavier Thorpe x reader

synopsis: You fall asleep in class, but Xavier makes sure that you don´t miss anything.

warnings: fluff, innuendo

word count: 0.6k

The second you sat down in the green house that afternoon, you had known that you most likely wouldn´t be able to pay much attention. Morning classes had stretched out like nothing ever before. And after spending all night awake in an attempt to catch up on studying for the exams to come. A futile attempt as it turned out and a major set back for the day, but you refused to stay in your room and catch up on the sleep all together as well. So, you dragged yourself through the day until the inevitable happened. Ms Thornhill had just started the botany lecture when your eyes grew heavy. Falling close multiple times.

“You can rest if you want. I´ll take notes for you.” Xavier whispered into your ear from right beside you.

The soothing circles his hand rubbed into your back made sleep seem like such a good idea. So, the next time your eyes close, your head sinks to the table. Cushioned by one of your arms and you give in to sleeps grasp on you. When you get shaken awake you don´t know how long it has been.

“Hey, it´s time to go.” Xaviers soft voice rings through to you.

Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you notice that the classroom is entirely empty. Save for the two of you.

“What about Ms Thornhill?” You ask in a raspy voice. Clearing your throat of the remaining drowsiness.

“It´s alright. I talked to her.” He reassures you. “Come on now. Let´s get out of here.”

You pack your back as quickly as possible and follow Xavier. Taking his hand into yours you lean on him as the two of you grab some snacks and then settle down in a quiet corner of the library.

Once there, he explains his notes to you, though it is hard to follow along. With your chin perched on your hand you listen to his voice, not really processing the words that come out of his lips.

“Anyone home?” You get ripped from your daydreams by a hand waving in front of your face.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry.” You blink away the remnants of your daydream.

“What´s got you so distracted?” Xavier gives you a half smile.

“Nothing... Have I ever told you that you have a really nice voice?” You reply with a smile of your own.

“Do I now?” He teases, earning an affirmative hum from you.

“Yes, you do.” You chuckle and lean over to peck his lips.

“You know, when you act like that I get in the mood for something that requires a lot less talking…” He murmurs only to be interrupted by a drawn out yawn falling from your mouth.

“On second thought… Maybe we should get you to bed. Let you catch up on that sleep you missed out last night. It´s late already anyway.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” You stretch your arms over your head, letting another yawn escape.

Together you walk all the way up to your room. “I´d ask if you´d stay, but my roomie… you know?”

“I know. I know. It´s alright.” He hands you the notes he had taken for you. “You just make sure to get a good night´s rest before you look through those.”

“I will.” You nod.

“Good. Now, sweet dreams.” He kisses your cheek and turns to leave.

You watch him until he rounds the corner of the hallway and then get inside your room. You are barely able to put down your stuff and lie down. Sleep overtaking you once more the second your head hits the pillow.

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7ndipity · 2 months

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Safe Space

Seokjin x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about comforting Jin after a tough day.

Warnings: slight angst, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @casuallyimagining and @feminympho for requesting this, as well as the lovely anon who sent this headcanon! This is a lil eh, but I tried.🤷 Hopefully you’ll still like it!💜

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Jin let his bag hit the floor with a thud as he entered the house, heading straight into the living room and falling face down on the sofa with a thump, letting out a muffled groan of frustration.

“Bad day?”

His head popped up, not realizing you were home yet.

You stood in the kitchen doorway, cup of tea in hand, eyeing his tired form with cautious concern.

“It’s nothing.” He said, slumping back against the cushions.

“Are you sure?” You asked, coming to sit next to him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“No.” He said after a moment, looking up at you. “But I don’t want to drag your mood down just cause I’m frustrated.”

You frowned at him. “Do you feel dragged down when I vent about my problems?”

“No.” He said in a small voice.

“So why would it be any different for you?” You smiled at him encouragingly. “I know it’s difficult sometimes, but whatever you need, I’m here for you.”

He hesitated, sitting up slowly before beginning to speak.

“It’s just…” He sighed. “The company made a big deal about rescheduling rehearsals for today, even though we were exhausted from traveling the past few weeks, and when we got there, the choreographer was late and kept getting annoyed at everyone for messing up. And then…”

Once he started, it was like he couldn’t stop, releasing all the day's frustrations, all of the shitty feelings he had been bottling up for the past days and weeks in order to just get through.

You didn’t say anything, just humming along as he spoke, dragging your fingers across his back in the same soothing pattern you did to help him fall asleep.

By the time he had finished, his voice had crept up into a yell, leaving the room starkly quiet in contrast as he finally fell silent, the hands that had been slowly clenching into fists in his lap finally relaxing again.

“Sorry.” He said, softening his tone. His throat was dry, causing his voice to crack slightly, but his chest felt five pounds lighter, able to breathe properly again.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” You said calmly, passing him your forgotten cup of tea. “You need to let it out sometimes.”

You had known something had been bothering him, he had been quieter than usual, his smile slightly forced, not fully reaching his eyes. And although it hurt you to see him pull back as he had, you had tried to be patient and wait for him to talk about it when he was ready, not wanting to push him.

When he lifted his eyes to meet yours, you were smiling at him softly, but not pityingly.

“Feel any better?” You asked gently.

“A bit,” He let out a weak chuckle. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for letting me in.” You said, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. He hadn’t even realized a few stray tears had slipped out till you were gently wiping them away.

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “How about you go change into something comfy and let me look after you?“

“Okay.” He replied, but he didn’t move just yet.

Staring down at you, he was suddenly struck by how lucky he felt to have you. You never judged him or tried to fix his problems for him, you just let him be. He never had to pretend with you, he could let anything out, good or bad, without fear of rejection. Although you may have only been together for a comparatively short time, you had become his safe space.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked, shifting awkwardly under his gaze.

He shook his head.

“I just love you.” He said simply, earning a flustered grin from you.

“I love you too.” You said quietly.

He pulled you close, resting his head on top of yours, taking in the scent of your shampoo as he let out a deep breath, feeling peaceful for the first time in days.

His problems might still be there, but they didn’t seem as bad right now, knowing that he had you to lean on and to keep him safe.

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ohblimeygeorge · 1 month

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I saw an anon ask to @russilton about pregnant George learning to crochet and this just instantly came to me and I had to get it down.

I’ve never written gewis before so this was fun!

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George is nothing if not an over thinker. Lewis knows that much.

So it’s not a total surprise to find an empty spot next to him in bed at 2:36am.

George does this sometimes, when his mind is working overtime and he has so many thoughts going through his brain that he finds himself getting restless and feeling smothered by the rumpled bedsheets and another warm body snoring next to him, so takes himself off to make a cuppa in the kitchen where he can take a moment to breathe and focus his mind into the night sky past the kitchen window and on the life still bustling about below. He’ll spend half an hour or so there before feeling calmer and able to slip back in beside Lewis, no longer feeling overwhelmed and instead snuggling back under Lewis’ arm to cuddle in close. Lewis panicked the first few times it happened, demanding to know what was wrong and wanting to help but now he realises that sometimes George just needs that space and he’ll come back when he’s ready.

So he dozes off again, fully expecting the next time he wakes to find his missing boyfriend back where belongs.

It’s 4:24am and George is still missing.

This starts setting alarms bells ringing in Lewis’ head because this is unusual. It’s been almost 2 hours and he’s still not come back. Lewis knows George has been doing his disappearing act a little more lately, knows the kind of thoughts he’s having and knows now more than ever George has been feeling especially claustrophobic when he gets like this.. but Lewis can’t help but worry. Even if George waves him off to go back to bed, he needs to find him.

So he shoves his slippers on and stumbles into the kitchen, expecting to find him there sipping on his camomile tea, sleep creases on his face, hair wild. But he’s not.

He checks the living room - not there. Bathroom? George has been known to spend quite a bit of time in there as of late so it’s not unreasonable Lewis thinks. Not in there either.

Then he realises there’s only one room really left to check.

Walking back down the hall, he notices the door slightly ajar so knows he’s right. Pushing it open more, he’s immediately hit with the soft glow of the lamp on the dresser and the comfy armchair in the corner is filled with George’s lanky limbs and rounded belly. And he’s - knitting?

“George?”

Jumping at the voice, George looks up and freezes mid stitch, cheeks blushing red at being caught. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Lewis replies dumbly, moving into the room and leaning up against the changing table. “You’ve been gone ages.”

“Oh, sorry..” George apologises, just now spotting what the time is by the clock on the dresser, “lost track of time.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Ok… why are you knitting at four in the morning?”

With an exasperated sigh, George lays his craft on his belly, “it’s not knitting, Lew, I’ve told you, it’s crochet.” He explains, as if Lewis is the dumbest guy ever to not know the difference no matter how many times George has told him now, “and I just thought I should carry on making some cute things for her.”

After not being allowed to race anymore, George had to find something else to occupy his time. Lewis genuinely thought he’d just stay at the pit wall or hang around the garage, not being able to stay away but no. He went into full on nesting mode and decided he wanted to learn a new hobby that would benefit the baby so crochet it was. He was actually pretty good - although Lewis knew George was great at anything he put his mind to - and had already made a few hats and a blanket for her and made Lewis a scarf which he wore at the very next race, showing off George’s accomplishments.

“Right…” Lewis is still confused at the explanation but thinks there’s a little something more to it. “And you thought this time of morning was the ideal time to start?”

“Mhm.”

Lewis watches him for a moment, his concentration fixed as he methodically follows the YouTube tutorial which he’s only just now noticed George has up on his phone perched on the arm. It’s suppose to be a cardigan apparently, looks like it’ll turn out super cute with the colour matching the already made blanket and Lewis would be lying if he said he couldn’t imagine how adorable their daughter would look in it. But so far George had only made the back and half an arm so there was still some way to go. He’s impressed with how good it looks already. He watches him a little while longer, noting the characteristic crease between his brows and knows he’s trying his hardest to quiet his brain. Bending down to be level with him and earning a quiet snort from George as his knees creak with the effort, Lewis places his hand on George’s knee, gaining his full attention once more. “Babe, talk to me.”

He doesn’t expect it, but George suddenly tears up and it’s like once he’s started, he can’t stop. Startled, Lewis pauses his video for him and gently takes the half made cardigan and crochet hooks out of George’s hands and places it down on the floor carefully before pulling him in for a hug. He lets George cry it out before he feels ready to talk, running a soothing hand up and down his back, letting his nails lightly scratch at the same time the way he knows George likes. It’s a little awkward of an angle especially with the bump but Lewis doesn’t care. “Talk to me.” He repeats softly.

Letting out a choked breath as he stems his tears, George sits back and places his hands around his bump protectively, rubbing his thumbs on the skin where he can feel her wiggling about. “I just.. I just want things to go right.”

“What do you mean?” Lewis asks

“Well, like, what if something goes wrong with the birth? What if I do something wrong and it hurts her? I haven’t even packed a bag yet and there’s only a few weeks left to go and there’s so much to do in here still! And what if when she is here we don’t know what to do with her? Like how will we know what her cries mean? Or what time to put her to bed and wake her up? How will we know when to start helping her to roll over or crawl or walk? Or what if she doesn’t like us? Doesn’t like me?” He finished his ramble with a big stuttering inhale, blue eyes wide and watery.

Lewis knew George was a pretty emotional person anyway but pregnancy hormones had amplified that. So he knew not to react unkindly despite how silly some of the things he was worried over sounded. “George, babe, listen to me okay? You have nothing to be worried about. The bag thing, we’ll sort tomorrow yeah? Get it sorted, no problem. The room can wait because she’ll be sleeping in with us for at least the next 6 months anyway.” He soothed, “You won’t do anything to hurt her because I know you would do anything to make sure she’s safe. And no parent knows what they’re doing first time round yeah? It’s all learning and trial and error and learning what works for us as a family. And things like walking, we really don’t need to worry about that just yet.” He chuckled, “and of course she’ll like you. She’ll adore you. Just like I do.”

George just gave a pathetic little sniffle as he listened to what his boyfriend had to say. “I’m sorry for being so stupid.” He mumbled, looking down at his hands still rubbing patterns on his skin.

Lewis looked personally offended at that and placed his hands on George’s cheeks getting him to focus fully on him. “Don’t ever apologise for being worried ok? And you are not stupid. This whole becoming a parent thing is really scary for me too, so I’m right there with you but all we need to focus on is not things going right but just doing this together and loving her. That’s all we can do and the rest will follow, yeah?”

George nodded as best he could with his face being held in the protective grip of Lewis.

Feeling satisfied that he understood, Lewis let go and bent down to pick up the forgotten item on the floor. “Now, why don’t you carry on with this for a bit longer? Then we can come back to bed and get some sleep.” Lewis suggested, handing back the little pink half-cardigan.

“We?” George asked, confused, “Lew, it’s okay, you can go back to bed. It’ll be boring just watching me.”

“Nah, I want to.” Lewis answered, sitting back on the floor to lean his back against the dresser and getting comfy. “Besides, I can watch you and maybe pick up a few tips and then we can make a whole wardrobe for her!”

George just let out a snort as he saw Lewis’ cheeky smirk, settling himself to get cosy in the chair again before pressing play on his phone to resume the video.

After half an hour of comfortable, peaceful silence, both men were asleep, letting out soft snores in their soon-to-be daughter’s room.

#gewis #my brain decided to work and I just went with it #everybody say thank you brain #just a lil drabbly thing #lemme know what you think!!#f1 fics #gr63 #lh44

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thetriplets3 · 10 months

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"Your lover isn't feeling well, and even though it's probably dangerous to drive this late at night, you have to make sure they're all right."with Chris strniolo please??

I made it about just a bad day I hope that’s okay, I can redo it if you want anon! Also please read the note at the end!! Thank you for all your requests

warnings: anxiety, depression, overall a bad day mentally, brief mention of a mother daughter relationship (please let me know if I missed anything so I can update this)

☎️ One call away ☎️

It’s hard to tell what exactly made me feel this way, it’s just one of those days. I’ve struggled with mental health problems for years and it’s been getting better but some days feel like I’m back to where I was before. That’s what healing is, some good days some bad, the good outweigh the bad. It’s just frustrating to make progress and then feel like you’re starting from the beginning again.

I spent almost every hour tossing and turning last night unable to fall asleep or stay asleep for long. Despite this I have yet to get out of bed and it’s 3pm. I haven’t been able to do anything except mindlessly scrolling through tiktok not even paying attention to them, in my own little world that I desperately want out of. My phone vibrates, snapping me out of my trance to see a text from my boyfriend Chris.

Hey pretty girl haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

I stare at his text for a while trying to find the right words to make everything sound like I’m fine. Sighing I drop my phone on my bed and head to the kitchen grabbing a snack before making my way back to my bed. Finishing off my snack, I curl up under the fuzzy blanket Chris got me for my birthday. He was here the other night, it smells just like his cologne. I lie there, basking in the smell that lingers bringing me comfort. I want him here, I need him here but I just can’t get myself to put this on him. He has so much on his plate already I don’t want him to worry about me, I’ll be fine this feeling will go away, until it inevitably comes back. A never ending cycle, it’s exhausting.

Apparently it’s been over an hour because I get another text from Chris.

Sweetheart is everything okay? What’s going on? I’m here talk to me.

Realizing I never replied to his first text I grab my phone and send a text back.

Hi love sorry for ignoring you. I’m fine I’m just not feeling it today. I love you and I miss you.

Almost immediately I get a text back which makes me smile at his concern.

What can I do to help? Do you want space or do you want me to come over because you know I’ll drop everything for you no matter how late it is.

My heart swells at how sweet he is.

You being here would make things better.

Within 10 minutes he’s knocking on my bedroom door, having let himself in to my house. Hearing me hum as a response he quietly makes his way to my bed, crawling in next to me.

“Hi sweet girl, I’m here now it’s okay” he said softly.

Quickly I scoot over into his arms, just wanting to be held by him. Closing my eyes I sigh trying to release the weight of the day. With his arms securely wrapped around my body, I feel safe. With a shaky breath I start trying to explain what’s going on.

“I don’t know what brought this on but I hate it I feel so helpless and lazy. I didn’t have it in me to even brush my hair it’s such a simple task and I couldn’t do it” I sputter out in tears.

“Don’t say that you know it’s not true that’s just what your mind is telling you and your mind is being silly today. Think of it this way it’s your body’s way of telling you to just relax and slow down and to take time for yourself. It happens, and yeah it sucks but tomorrow is a new day and a chance to try again” he reassures me. “Give me one second I’ll be right back”.

Rolling out from his grasp I lie there waiting for his return. Getting back in bed he hides what he went to go get behind his back and opened his arms for me. Reaching over to my nightstand he grabs my remote and opens netflix selecting my comfort show, making me smile.

With my head on his chest and my tired eyes fixated on the tv, I feel him move as much of my hair as he can to my back. Slowly and gently he brushes through my knotted hair starting at my ends. The repeated motion of the brush against my scalp has always been something I loved. It reminds me of being a kid and sitting on my mom’s counter as she did my hair for the day. It’s always been a comforting feeling to me and Chris knows this.

My eyes grow heavy as I struggle to keep them open. “Go to sleep love I’m not leaving. I love you so much I hope you know how proud I am of you, you’re so strong” is the last thing I hear before succumbing to a much needed sleep.

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