#*gives anon a blanket and a cup of tea

[lolitalovess]

thinking about loser vi with a mean reader. oh my god i am about to BUST (rec from anon, nsfw under cut)

loser vi who is absolutely unbelievably broke (maybe from the ridiculous amount of money she's spent on funko pops, sims 4 game passes, the expensive ass eye shadow pallets she has (and will also buy for her baby sis) because she will absolutely never leave the house without a smoky eye, her belt collection (that you'd tie her hands with WHAT WHO SAID THAT), the vintage comic books she likes to collect (basically just anything interesting to her WILL lead to bad financial decisions. especially you.)

loser vi who's love language is physical touch with a little bit of gift giving and words of affirmation. will buy you anything just because she wants to (but not flowers, she'd make a bouquet herself by picking flowers she sees on her walks). just out of pure love. she thinks with her heart (cannon), she appreciates you and loves you and she wants you know that.

you two go thrifting together. you see a mini skirt or a flannel you like. you go up to her and ask for it (the same way she asks you to buy some fuckass spiderman boxers from target), and she cannot say no. you're her collar.

loser vi who likes tea. black tea. and colouring those colouring in books with markers and art pencils she borrowed from pow. and shed a good cook. makes lethal spaghetti.

loser vi who thinks you're so alluring. your style. the way you think at different times during the day. the music you like. the way you respond to people during arguments. how many blankets and pillows you like to sleep with. the way you get ready for the day. the piercings and tats you already have, and the ones you want to get. the way you wake up. your interests (bonus points if you have the same ones as her).

loser vi who would try to tease you herself throughout the day by wrapping her arms around your waist from behind, her hips pushing up against your ass a little more than it normally would with a normal hug, being all confident and saying something like "you're gonna be a good girl for me later, right?"

and you are so incredibly unbothered. and she absolutely loses her shit when you do this to her first chance you get, biting down on her bottom lip and giving you those needy puppy eyes when you rut your foot in between her thighs.

loser vi who is naked, face down ass up later that day without you doing anything to her and you're still fully clothed sitting next to her. she's begging for you to touch her when she hides her pink dusted cheeks in her hands and pillows, her pussy so wet that she's sure she can feel it smeared on her thighs.

loser vi who loves 69, especially when she's ontop with her ass in the air for you to grope and slap, moaning with her tongue pressed flat against your cunt when you do.

loser vi who would bark like she wants it. pls tell me someone gets this.

loser vi who, when it gets to a certain point of teasing from you would start crying, hands cupping her face and wiping away her tears with your thumbs and leaning your head down a little bit to kiss her. you won't slow with your thrusts, of course you won't, because she's just so cute when you're fucking her with your strap and you won't let her cum, the whimpers and moans she lets out being one of your favourite things ever.

loser vi who will beg to eat you out. mentioned this in a past post, she likes hiding her whole head under your skirt when she eats you out (this is for more of a fem reader sorry), she just finds it so sexy when you finally let her after you make her wait for so long, licking at your pussy like it's her favourite sport. it is.

loser vi who gets so frustrated when you ride her in reverse cowgirl, the harness of the strap brushing against her clit in a way that makes her uselessly whine in protest. she knows she can't touch you in any way, knows she can't slap your ass or grab your waist and hips or thrust her hips up to meet you or whatever the fuck because she knows she'll get introuble by you. not that she already isn't.

loser vi who likes taking you to the 7/11 that's 5 minutes away from her (parents) house after sex (or whenever, really), lowk melting into your touch when you kiss her in the middle of buying slushies and rainbow sour strips♡!!

sorry this isn't a fic i couldn't find it in me to write one. i fear she has risen my standards to beyond heaven. this is so ass. loser vi who is such a loser. that's it. there's nothing else to put.

[slytherin-pen]

i am in desperate need for more cazriel x reader !! I’m on my period currently and was hoping u could write abt reader being grouchy and having an attitude and how they cope w it … w lots of fluff ofc <3

Chocolate Troubles

pairing: Cazriel x Reader

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hope you enjoy, anon. we’re suffering together unfortunately.

You didn’t mean to be a total brat, but it felt like a tiny, angry child was kneading your insides like playdough and really, how else were you supposed to act?

A part of you felt guilty for your poor mates who had to put up with you, but the other part was ready to crawl into a hole and sob while simultaneously burning down the house.

“That’s the wrong chocolate,” you groaned, flopping dramatically onto the couch. “I said dark with coconut, not milk with raspberry jam, Cass, do you want me to cry or are you just into watching females suffer?”

Cassian froze mid-step in the middle of the living room, brows drawn in the expression of a male who has fought countless battles but knows this one might be the most dangerous.

“They were out of coconut chocolate,” he said carefully. “But I got three kinds of other chocolate. And a heated blanket. And that herbal tea Az says helps with cramping.”

You buried your face in a pillow and whined. Loudly. It was a full-body complaint. Crampy. Hungry. Emotional. Rage-adjacent. All of it rolled into one frustrated sound that made your mate wince.

“Just throw me into the Sidra,” you muttered. “Let me float away and become a bitter little river nymph.”

Cassian laughed, and the absolute nerve of the male, you should grab him by the balls and—

But then he’s crouched in front of you, cupping your cheek with a big warm hand. His other hand rested on your thigh, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the tense muscle.

“Do river nymphs get chocolate?” he asks, his voice low and coaxing. “Because I did get this…”

From behind his back, he pulls out a fourth bar of chocolate—the exact kind you wanted. Dark with coconut.

You blinked. “You lied.”

“You’re so cute when you’re being dramatic, I can’t help but poke the bear sometimes,” Cassian said as he grinned.

Before you can thank him or fake being mad just to be a brat, Azriel appears and sets a tray on the coffee table. It holds a mug of tea, a heating pad, your favorite sweater of his, and—

“You made brownies?” you ask, eyes widening.

Azriel gives a small, sheepish nod. “With extra fudge, just the way you like.”

Your eyes well up with tears.

You’re not sure if it’s the pain or the love, but both males freeze like they’re preparing for a flood.

Az crouched beside you next to Cassian and gently smoothed a piece of hair behind your ear. “Is this a good cry or a bad cry?”

You sniffled. “I’m not sure yet.”

Cassian held up the brownie like an offering to a goddess. “Good cry if you eat this?”

You snatched it from him and took a bite so rich it practically melts into your soul. It’s warm. Gooey. Perfect.

“Good cry,” you confirm around a mouthful.

Both males visibly relaxed.

They don’t ask to cuddle. They just move with the easy rhythm of long-practiced affection. Azriel gathered you into his lap on one end of the couch, arranging the heated blanket over you. His hand slid beneath the hem of your sleep shorts to rest against the small of your back, applying gentle, consistent pressure that somehow makes the cramps less agonizing.

Cassian lounged on the other end, pulled your legs across his lap and massaged your calves, his thumb catching a knot in your aching muscles.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” you said, squinting at them with dramatic judgment.

Cassian smirked. “I feel like that’s something I’m going to hear twelve more times today.”

“Twelve?” Az echoed. “Low estimate.”

You elbowed them both half-heartedly. “Don’t bully me”

Cassian leaned over and pressed a kiss to your knee. “We would never. We love you.”

Azriel rested his cheek against your temple. “Even when you’re a hormonal little menace.”

You gasp. “You take that back.”

“You threatened to unmate me this morning because I gave you the wrong spoon,” Az pointed out, calmly sipping his tea.

“It was the big spoon instead of the little spoon. It was offensive,” you said, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

Cassian howled with laughter and you whacked him with a couch pillow. You quickly regretted the action when it sent a new wave of cramps rippling through your abdomen.

You groaned, curling forward.

“Shh, hey,” Az said quickly, rubbing slow circles into your back. “That bad again?”

“Mmhmm.”

Cassian’s hands moved to your thighs, warm and soothing. “Want me to get the balm?”

“Don’t touch me with that minty demon slime again,” you grumbled into Az’s chest. “It burned my uterus last time.”

“I think it just tingled,” Azriel said gently.

“Well why don’t you try it and see if it just tingles?”

Azriel shared a look with Cassian that said, Do not argue. Not today. Cassian wisely nodded and switched tactics, rubbing your calves again with practiced ease.

“You want a bath?” Cassian offers after a moment. “I’ll run it. Real hot. Bubbles, salts, whatever you want.”

“Not now,” you mumbled. “Too sore.”

He cooed and leaned down to kiss the side of your knee again. “Tell me when and I’ll carry you in.”

Azriel hummed. “You should nap.”

You snorted. “Every time I nap, I wake up sweaty and in pain and convinced I’ve missed five appointments I don’t actually have.”

“You haven’t had any appointments in months,” Az said softly.

“Exactly.”

Cassian grinned and shifted slightly, brushing your ankle with the pad of his thumb. “So what’s the plan, General?”

You look at both of them, your two stupidly handsome, frustratingly doting males, and sighed.

“Plan is…” you muttered. “You keep massaging me, Azriel keeps holding me and reads the romance book I love and neither of you are allowed to complain.”

Cass sighed like he’d been sentenced to death.

“Deal,” Azriel said.

You smile, victorious. “Also I want to braid someone’s hair.”

Cassian raises a brow. “Yours?”

“No, yours.”

He arched a brow. “You want to braid my hair?”

“Yes! Oh, and put little bows in it, too. It’ll be so cute!”

Azriel laughed into his fist as Cassian, resigned but smitten, plopped onto the floor in front of you.

You braid Cassian’s hair. Azriel reads your favorite book softly. Cassian starts to open your chocolate while you’re distracted and you complain. He gives you a bite and the homicidal urge dissipates.

The cramps don’t go away. Your bones still ache, but you’re warm, safe, and so loved. And Cassian in two french braids tied off with bows helped significantly, too.

[lov3lycosmos]

Hii!! Can you please do a period comfort with skz? Please and thank you!!!

Yes of course anon!!

‧ ୨ period comfort with skz ୧ ‧

SUMMARY: How stray kids members comfort you during your period

Pairings: stray kids x fem!reader (separately)

Warnings: just fluff!!

v4mps note: I tried to make these as accurate as possible, but this is my opinion! If it doesn't suit your opinion, I apologize :(

‧ ୨ bangchan ୧ ‧

This man is always prepared—like always. And when I say prepared, I mean he probably has a whole app on his phone just to track your cycle, complete with notifications so he knows exactly when to stock up on your favorite snacks, grab extra pads or tampons, and make sure the heating pad is ready to go. He loves seeing the happy smile when you notice his attention and care for you.

The second he notices it's that time of the month, he’s already one step ahead—texting you things like, “I got your favorite chocolate, baby. You want anything else?” Or maybe he just shows up with a little care package because he knows what you need before you even have to ask.

And when the cramps hit? Oh, he's on it. He’s tucking you into his arms, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach, whispering, “I got you, love. No stupid cramps are gonna hurt my baby.” If you need him to, he’ll even warm up your heating pad and hold it against your tummy himself—because no pain is touching his love on his watch.

If he finds you crying over the smallest things—like your eyeliner not matching or your hair not cooperating—Chan’s heart immediately softens. He kneels in front of you, gently wiping your tears with his thumbs. “Baby, don’t cry over this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. With a small smile, he tilts his head. “Want me to fix it, or should we just cuddle instead?”

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ leeknow ୧ ‧

Lee Know notices before you even say anything. The slight wince, the way you press a hand to your stomach—he’s already on it. Without a word, he disappears and comes back with your heating pad, plugging it in and placing it on your lap. “You should’ve said something,” he mutters, but his touch is gentle as he tucks a blanket around you. He won’t make a big deal out of it, but he’ll make sure you have everything you need.

He acts nonchalant about it, but you know he’s paying attention. If you complain about cramps, he’ll scoff lightly. “Well, I can’t do anything about that.” But five minutes later, he’s sliding a cup of warm tea in front of you, pretending it’s no big deal. If you thank him, he just shrugs. “I just didn’t want to hear you complain later.” (But the way he subtly checks on you every few minutes totally gives him away.)

If he sees you getting emotional, he’s quick to shift your focus. He’ll plop down next to you, phone in hand, and start showing you cute cat videos like it’s urgent. “Look at this one. This is literally you.” If that doesn’t work, he’ll poke your cheek until you glare at him. “There she is. Thought I lost you for a second.” Anything to keep your mind off the discomfort.

Lee Know isn’t always the biggest on PDA, but when you’re in pain? He’s all yours. He lets you stretch out on the couch, head resting on his lap as he absentmindedly strokes your hair. “Just sleep,” he murmurs, his fingers moving soothingly against your scalp. He won’t say it outright, but the way he lets you cling to him, the way he adjusts so you’re comfortable? Yeah, he’s not letting you go until you feel better.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ changbin ୧ ‧

The moment Changbin hears you groan in pain, he’s on high alert. He rushes to your side, eyes full of concern. “Where does it hurt? What do you need? Say the word, and I got you.” He won’t rest until he’s sure you’re comfortable, tucking a blanket around you and making sure you have everything—snacks, water, even his hoodie if you want it.

If you’re feeling sluggish and mopey, he’s not letting you sink into the sadness. “C’mon, let’s go for a short walk, just to get some air.” If you refuse, he flops onto the couch next to you dramatically. “Fine, but at least let’s stretch a little.” He just wants to help you feel better, even if it means sitting there massaging your legs while making goofy faces.

He hates seeing you uncomfortable, so he’ll do anything to take your mind off the pain. He’ll put on a funny movie, tell you random stories, or even offer to do your skincare routine for you. “I’ve seen you do it a million times. How hard can it be?” (Spoiler: He gets way too into it, and you end up laughing at his concentrated expression.)

The second you lay down, Changbin immediately becomes your human pillow. He lets you rest on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. “You’re stuck with me now,” he teases, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His warmth, his scent, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat—it’s all so comforting, you end up falling asleep in his arms, safe and loved.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ hyunjin ୧ ‧

If Hyunjin notices you're feeling off, he’ll instantly become the calm presence you need. He won’t rush to ask you a million questions, but he’ll quietly observe, sensing the shift in your mood. “You okay?” he’ll ask softly, his tone calm and gentle. Without making a fuss, he’ll grab your favorite blanket and wrap it around you, sitting close by, just quietly being there with you. Sometimes, he’ll rest his head on yours, offering his comfort through his presence alone.

When you’re feeling down or drained, Hyunjin knows that sometimes the best thing is a little peace and quiet. He’ll sit next to you, not demanding anything, just offering a steady, calming energy. He might gently stroke your arm or hair, his soft touch making you feel grounded. “I’m here, you don’t need to talk,” he’ll whisper, letting you know that just being near him is enough to help you relax.

Hyunjin has a way of bringing a calm vibe even in the quietest moments. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, he’ll quietly pull you into his arms, letting you rest your head on his chest. He’ll hum a soft tune, his voice low and soothing, creating a peaceful atmosphere that helps take your mind off any discomfort. “Just breathe, everything will be okay,” he’ll murmur, as you close your eyes, feeling safe in his embrace.

Even when he’s being calm and gentle, Hyunjin’s attention to you never wavers. If you mention cramps or feeling off, he’ll quietly get up to make you tea or get your favorite snacks, all without making it a big deal. When he returns, he’ll simply hand them to you with a small smile, his voice quiet but filled with care. “Here you go. Take it easy for now, okay?” His soft, caring nature always shines through in the simplest moments.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ han ୧ ‧

When Han notices you're feeling off, he’s the perfect mix of dramatic and calm. He’ll dramatically gasp and clutch his chest, “Noooo, not my baby,” but his soft, concerned gaze tells you he’s genuinely worried. He'll immediately get to work, grabbing your favorite snacks or a cozy blanket, all while maintaining that cool, quiet energy. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m here,” he’ll reassure you, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of sincerity that makes you feel safe.

If you're feeling overwhelmed, Han’s playfully dramatic side will come out to distract you. He’ll dramatically flop onto the couch beside you, letting out a huge sigh as if the whole world is crashing down. “The pain, the agony... I can’t bear to watch you suffer,” he’ll say, trying not to laugh as he gives you a playful look. He knows it’ll lighten your mood, and he’ll gently coax a smile out of you without being too much.

Though he’s playful, Han knows when to keep things quiet. He’ll sit next to you, quietly rubbing your back or running his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and steady. He won’t force conversation, just giving you the space to relax while still showing you that he’s there. “I’m right here… just rest, okay?” His calm, comforting presence wraps around you like a warm hug.

When you need comfort, Han’s sweetness comes out in the softest ways. He’ll pull you into his lap, his arms wrapped around you as he murmurs softly. “It’s okay, baby. Just sleep... I’ve got you.” He’s quiet, but his gentle touches and soothing words make you feel like everything’s going to be okay, even when the world feels like it’s spinning.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ felix ୧ ‧

Felix, being the sunshine he is, will first make sure you're absolutely comfortable. He’ll tiptoe around the room quietly, making sure to dim the lights, as he knows a soft atmosphere helps you feel better. He’ll gently ask, “Do you want me to play your favorite playlist? I know the soft songs help when you’re not feeling well.” He’ll make you feel like a priority, always quietly moving to cater to your needs without making you feel like a burden.

When you're feeling down, Felix has a very nurturing side that shines. He won’t just offer a quick solution; he’ll really dive into the comfort routine. “How about a warm bath? I’ll make it nice and relaxing, and we can watch a show after,” he’ll suggest with a gentle smile. He’s meticulous about the little things, running the bath at the perfect temperature, lighting a candle, and making sure the towels are soft and ready when you’re done. It’s all about making sure you feel pampered.

Felix might be the type to prepare a surprise snack for you, but in a subtle way. He won’t make a big deal out of it; he’ll just quietly come back with your favorite treat and a cup of tea, setting it beside you with a soft grin. “I thought you might need a little something,” he’ll say, offering the snack with a sense of quiet joy. He doesn’t need praise for it, he just loves to see you taken care of and happy, even in the smallest ways.

If you're feeling really bad, Felix will make sure you're completely relaxed in his presence. He won’t try to push you to talk, but rather let you know that he’s here for you. He might offer to play a gentle game or even suggest you both take a nap together, where he’ll wrap his arms around you to keep you warm. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry. Just let me know if you need anything,” he’ll say, his voice soft and full of sincerity. It’s all about offering that quiet, protective comfort that makes you feel like everything will be okay with him by your side.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ seungmin ୧ ‧

Seungmin isn’t the type to be overly dramatic or overly soft, but when he notices you’re uncomfortable, he steps up in his own way. Without saying much, he’ll disappear for a few minutes and return with a heating pad, a glass of water, and whatever snack he knows you like. He won’t make a big deal out of it, just setting everything beside you with a simple, “Here. Take this.” It’s his way of showing care without making you feel fussed over.

If he catches you whining about cramps or feeling miserable, he won’t sugarcoat things. “You act like you’re dying every month,” he’ll tease with a smirk, but the second you glare at him, he’s already adjusting your blanket and tucking you in. He’s playful, but he knows when to draw the line. After his teasing, he’ll sit next to you and absentmindedly rub your leg or hold your hand, quietly making sure you’re okay.

Seungmin’s love language during your period is distraction. He knows sitting around focusing on the pain won’t help, so he’ll casually toss you the TV remote. “Pick something to watch, and don’t make it something boring.” If you’re not up for a show, he’ll challenge you to a game on your phone, knowing that getting competitive will make you temporarily forget about how bad you’re feeling.

If you’re extra tired and just want to rest, Seungmin won’t be over-the-top affectionate, but he’ll stay close. He might sit on the floor beside the couch, scrolling on his phone, but every once in a while, he’ll check on you with a soft, “You still alive?” If you fall asleep, he won’t move, letting you rest peacefully while he stays right there—quietly looking after you in the most Seungmin way possible.

-♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎--♥︎-

‧ ୨ jeongin ୧ ‧

Jeongin may not always know exactly what to do when you’re feeling bad, but he tries his best in his own thoughtful way. The first thing he does is pull out his phone and search for the best ways to help with cramps or discomfort. “Okay, so Google says heating pads and snacks help... I can do that!” He’ll rush off to get everything, sometimes bringing back a completely random snack just because he thought it might cheer you up.

If he sees you curled up in pain, he’ll frown and sit beside you, resting his chin on his hand while observing you closely. “You look like you’re about to cry,” he’ll say, a little too bluntly, before quickly adding, “Do you want me to make you laugh? I’ll do something really dumb if it helps.” He’ll start making weird faces or doing a terrible dance just to see you smile, his own laughter filling the room when he sees it working.

Jeongin’s way of comforting you is casual but sweet. He won’t always say much, but he’ll stay close, scrolling on his phone next to you or playing a game while occasionally glancing over. Every so often, he’ll nudge your arm and say, “You good?” If you mumble that you’re not, he’ll sigh dramatically and hand you his hoodie. “Here. Hoodies fix everything.”

If you’re feeling extra exhausted, Jeongin will get a little softer without making it obvious. He’ll let you rest your head on his lap while he plays with your hair, humming softly without even realizing it. When he notices you getting sleepier, he’ll whisper, “Just sleep, I’ll wake you up if anything happens.” His quiet, reassuring presence makes you feel safe, and though he might pretend he’s not doing anything special, he secretly loves taking care of you in these little ways.

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[sakurocha]

CAN WE GET SOME OLDER BACHELOR HCS UP IN HEREEEE

- certified enjoyer :>

hello anon!! thank you so much for the ask, i hope i did them justice ehehe this was so fun to write, i look forward to writing more for these three <3

fluffy older bachelor headcanons !

featuring harvey, elliott, and shane ♡

⊹₊⟡ harvey

the highlight of his long days at work are when you pop your head into his office

"excuse me, dr. harvey?"

you find his reaction amusing whenever you pretend to be a patient, the way he startles and tenses at first before relaxing as soon as he realizes that it's you

"you scared me, love. come here, i'm just finishing up."

quiet quality time with him is always the best; your presence is simply more than enough to put him at ease, especially after burning the midnight oil at work

you don't mind simply being around him at all, watching him work, seeing if there's anything you can help him with, whether it's fetching a fresh cup of coffee or massaging his shoulders

he's so, so grateful for you all the time, but even more so during moments like these

he's always checking up on you, asking how your day was, if there's anything he can do to help, or if anything interesting happened

such a great listener; whether you're relaying the neighborhood gossip from jodi or recounting the fruition of a giant melon that day, he's always nodding along, stroking your arm gently while giving you his full attention

he just loves to hear you talk and listen to your stories, which you are never short of!

the both of you are quite busy during the day, so he always looks forward to curling up with you in bed after a long day with steaming mugs of tea and bundles of warm blankets

even better if it's raining—he just loves doing anything cozy with you by his side~

i imagine one of his favorite date activities to be ceramics

he frowns whenever he compares his product to yours

"you're so precise with your hands, darling," he says, laughing softly at his creation, which wasn't bad at all! it simply had a few... quirks, which you absolutely adored

"it gives it character, harvey. i love it."

you keep his pieces in the living room of the farmhouse, somewhere you can see it all the time, a constant reminder of his comforting presence

meanwhile he uses the mugs you've sculpted for him on his work desk, always filled with steaming coffee, the caffeine and your love for him more than enough to power him through long days <3

⊹₊⟡ elliott

loves taking walks with you, whether it's through the crisp cindersap forest or the familiar shores in front of his cabin, waves lapping peacefully at the soft sand

always picks out things to show you, from glittering seashells to blooming flowers

he likens their natural beauty to yours, never failing to make you blush

he does that a lot, even without realizing it

his words are just so poetic and swoon-worthy, you can't help it

he gives an amused smile when you flush with embarrassment, pressing a smooth kiss to the back of your hand like a true gentleman

"i apologize, have i flustered you, darling?"

speaking of being a gentleman, this man is the epitome of one

every single time he picks you up from somewhere, without fail, he always shows up with a breathtaking bouquet in his hands, just for you

"your favorites, my love," he says, with all of the charm of an old-fashioned gentleman in a romance movie

the two of you look good together, and all the townsfolk comment on it

"the farmer just glows next to him, do they not?" "that is what i'm here for," elliott replies with a proud smile as you flush at the compliment

he's always so, so proud of everything you do, even the smallest things

i imagine he loves big, celebratory hugs, spinning you around in the air whenever you tell him a major accomplishment, making you really feel like the lead in a romance movie

"yes! i always knew you could do it, my love," he says, proud eyes shining bright

the romance between you two is just so sweet, romantic, and poetic, with every day with him feeling like a fairy tale

he's your knight in shining armor, while you are his muse

and he makes sure you know it, constantly dedicating songs and poems to you, his favorite aspects of you sprinkled throughout heartfelt lyrics and stanzas

you love him more than he could ever know, and he feels exactly the same way about you <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

you absolutely love teasing him; he always acts like he fucking hates it but you know he loves it 🤭

i imagine you have an insane assortment of ridiculous pet names for him, from shaney-poo to mama hen, each rendition getting more and more creative

he gets more horrified each time

"how the hell didja even come up with that?!"

it's just too easy to poke fun at him. it's just inherent in your dynamic. <3

you're always pushing him to try new things that are way outside of his comfort zone; you're his perfect foil

and even if he grumbles in protest at first, in the end, he just loves spending time with you

your first idea was accompanying him to the saloon, which he was surprised about

but you had other plans >:)

after the first round of drinks, you were feeling particularly mischievous

so you took his hand and dragged him out of his usual corner, swaying your hips

"come onnnn, shaney! let's dance!"

"oh HELL no." he was rooted to his spot at first, but as usual, your charms had worked on him, and he eventually gave in

you even got some laughs out of him! mission success :)

he can feel himself opening up the more time you spend together, from trying things he would never have before to becoming more vulnerable around you

which is why he's always so grateful for you, even if he struggles to show it sometimes

when the two of you are alone, he's a bit more liberal with his affections

wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving small pecks to your cheek, tickling your skin with his stubble

on the other hand, you're always on him whenever you can, clinging to him like he's a giant teddy bear

hugging his arm whenever the two of you are walking, looping your arms around his neck when you talk to him, peppering his face with sweet kisses

he acts all irritated, but in reality, he's just flustered by your boldness heheh

"why so grumpy, shane?" you ask, pulling away from him after dotting tiny pecks all over

".... 'cause you stopped," he admits, bashfully averting his gaze <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 &TEAM REACTION TO YOU BEING SICK AND CLINGY

&team ot9 — GENRE : imagines headcanon fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : by ❄️🌟 anon! ☆ — &t masterlist

K :

The rain taps gently on the windows like a lullaby, soft and steady. You’re bundled under a mountain of blankets on the couch, cheeks flushed with fever, body heavy and aching. It’s the kind of sick that turns the world blurry around the edges. All you want is him, his warmth, his steadiness, his voice.

K returns from the kitchen, balancing a cup of warm tea in one hand and a cool cloth in the other. The moment his eyes meet yours, wide and quietly pleading, his expression softens.

“Still not feeling good, huh?” he murmurs, setting the tea down carefully.

You don’t respond, just stretch your arms out like a child asking to be held. There’s no shame in it, not with him. K gives a small laugh, breathy and fond, before settling down beside you. He lets you curl into him, your head resting against his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders like second nature.

“Clingy today,” he teases gently, fingers stroking your hair. “Guess I don’t mind.”

And he doesn’t. Not at all. If anything, it makes him feel needed in a quiet, important way. His presence grounds you, his heartbeat beneath your ear like a lullaby, strong and constant. He doesn’t try to pull away or tell you to rest more or even shift to get comfortable himself, he simply holds you, body curved around yours like a shelter.

As the storm outside rumbles softly and the fever makes you drowsy, K whispers now and then, his voice low and careful.

“Just sleep, yeah? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And he is. Even when you doze off mid-sentence, even when you grip his hoodie like a lifeline. Even when you murmur his name in your sleep.

K stays, warm, quiet, and unshakably patient, like a lighthouse in your stormy head.

FUMA :

You didn’t mean to be this clingy. Really, you didn’t.

But being sick somehow reduces you to your most vulnerable self, and the moment Fuma walks through the door, kicking off his shoes and calling out your name, you shuffle toward him like a lost puppy. You’re bundled in a hoodie far too big for you, his, actually, and your face is flushed from fever, eyes glassy and rimmed with exhaustion.

He stops mid-step, eyes instantly scanning your expression.

“Ahh, you’re still burning up,” he murmurs, setting down the grocery bag of medicine and soup. “Did you miss me that much?”

You nod wordlessly and reach for him, hands outstretched. Fuma doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you, slow and secure, like he’s putting the whole world back together for you.

“You’re really attached today, huh?” he teases softly, rocking you a little in his arms. His voice is light, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips, and something quieter in his eyes, concern, affection, relief that you’re still you, even if you’re sick and clinging like Velcro.

Fuma is practical about the situation, he always is. He helps you back to the couch, makes sure you’re wrapped in blankets just right, and insists you take your medicine. But all the while, you don’t let go of his sleeve, or the hem of his shirt, or his hand.

And Fuma lets you.

In fact, once everything is settled, he settles in right next to you, letting your legs tangle with his as he adjusts the pillow behind your back. His hand finds your hair, smoothing it gently.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he says again, half-laughing.

“But I like it,” he adds, quieter this time. “Makes me feel like I can actually take care of you.”

He stays through the sniffles, the dramatic groans, the quiet neediness. And when your head rests against his chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under your cheek, you hear him hum something soft, a melody just for you, warm and healing.

With Fuma, even feeling miserable is oddly comforting.

NICHOLAS :

It starts with a text.

“I feel gross. I miss you.”

Simple. Half-whiny. Barely coherent. But Nicholas knows your moods like the back of his hand, and this one is clear: you’re sick, and you’re reaching out.

He’s at your door not long after, hood up, arms full of things you didn’t ask for but he knew you needed. Ginger tea, congee in a thermos, cough drops, and that soft little plush you once pointed out in a shop window and promptly forgot.

You crack the door open, nose red and eyes heavy, and Nicholas doesn’t say anything at first. He just smiles, gentle and lopsided, with a softness that could melt through the thickest layers of congestion.

“I got you the ugly little bear thing,” he says, holding it up. “Thought it might cheer you up.”

You don’t even look at it. You just hold your arms out and make the smallest sound: “Come here.”

Nicholas chuckles, stepping inside without hesitation. He kicks off his shoes and shrugs off his coat, letting you wrap your arms around his middle like it’s the only thing holding you together. You bury your face against his chest, and he holds you there, one hand stroking your back, the other still holding the bear.

“You’re so clingy when you’re sick,” he murmurs, but he’s already guiding you to the couch, letting you drape yourself over him like a weighted blanket in reverse.

He lets you lie on him while he talks, nothing too loud, just a soft stream of comforting nonsense. Updates on his day, a dumb thing Taki said during practice, how the barista at his favorite café messed up his order but smiled too sweetly for him to complain. All while his fingers run gently through your hair, slow and rhythmic.

“You want tea? Or just me?”

“…Just you,” you mumble, voice thick with congestion and drowsiness.

Nicholas kisses the crown of your head, laughter dancing behind his breath. “Lucky for you, I brought both.”

And when you fall asleep, arm slung around his waist, breath hitching slightly from your stuffy nose, he doesn’t move. Not an inch. He just holds you tighter, tucks the blanket up around your shoulders, and stays.

Because if being sick turns you into a koala, Nicholas is more than happy to be your tree.

EJ :

When Euijoo gets your text, just a sad little “i don’t feel good”, he’s already halfway to grabbing his coat. He doesn’t even wait for you to ask. He just knows. You don’t get sick often, but when you do? You turn into a magnet for comfort, and there’s nowhere you’d rather be than wrapped up in him.

He knocks softly, even though you told him to come in. That’s just how he is, gentle, respectful, always checking in. When he sees you, bundled in blankets with a flushed face and bleary eyes, something in his expression softens completely.

“Oh no,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees in front of you like it’s instinct. “You look like you fought a war in your sleep.”

You pout, throat too sore to joke back, and instead you tug at his hoodie, wordlessly asking him to come closer.

Euijoo does, without hesitation. He sits beside you on the couch, letting you flop across his lap like a tired cat. His hand finds your back, rubbing slow circles, and he leans down to press a featherlight kiss to your temple.

“You didn’t even take your meds yet, did you?” he says, voice warm with fondness, not scolding. “You’re just waiting for me to take care of everything, huh?”

You nod pitifully. He chuckles.

“Okay. I’ll be your nurse,” he says softly, brushing hair away from your forehead. “But you owe me endless cuddles when you’re better.”

The rest of the day is hushed and slow. Euijoo speaks in a near-whisper, like even his voice might disturb your rest. He wipes your forehead with a cool cloth, feeds you warm spoonfuls of porridge with quiet concentration, and murmurs encouragements like, “You’re doing so well,” even when all you’re doing is sipping water.

And when you get especially clingy, arms wrapped around his middle, refusing to let him go even to grab your tissues, he just laughs under his breath and adjusts so you’re both lying down, your face tucked under his chin.

“Alright, alright,” he says gently. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Later, when you fall asleep on his chest, Euijoo doesn’t move a muscle. He just holds you like something delicate, brushing lazy patterns across your back and whispering, “You’re safe. Just rest.”

Because for Euijoo, love isn’t loud. It’s in the stillness. The care. The way he lets you lean on him completely, especially when you’re too tired to stand on your own.

YUMA :

When you message Yuma saying, “I feel like a soggy tissue. please help,” he sends a voice note back that’s 80% gasp, 10% dramatic wail, and 10% “I’m on my way.”

He shows up at your door in his favorite hoodie, a paper bag of cozy supplies tucked under one arm, and his hair slightly tousled like he ran all the way. He doesn’t even wait for you to greet him properly, he’s already toeing off his shoes and marching in with a determined look.

“Okay, first of all, soggy tissue??” he scolds playfully, kneeling beside you with a hand on your forehead. “That’s way too accurate. You do look kind of… squishy.”

You groan in protest, and he grins, dimples flashing.

“Sorry, sorry,” he adds, voice softening. “But you still look cute. Like a fevered little bunny.”

You pout dramatically, reaching out for him. Yuma doesn’t hesitate, he slides right next to you, lets you bury your face in his chest, and wraps you up like it’s second nature. His arms are warm and secure, but never smothering. He has a way of making you feel held and free all at once.

“I brought everything,” he says proudly. “Cough drops, that weird rice porridge you like, and the fluffy socks that make you feel like you’re walking on clouds.”

He makes the porridge in your kitchen like he’s done it a hundred times, humming a tune while you watch him from the couch, your blanket pulled up to your nose. When he brings it to you, he blows on each spoonful and feeds it to you, smiling when your eyes flutter closed in comfort.

“Good?” he whispers, voice low and sweet.

You nod and tug his sleeve.

When the clinginess kicks in hard, when you refuse to let go of him even while half-asleep, Yuma just laughs and readjusts so your limbs can tangle comfortably.

“You’re like velcro,” he teases softly, nuzzling his cheek against yours. “But I don’t mind. I’m your plushie today, huh?”

And that’s exactly how he acts. He lets you cling. Lets you sleep on him, talk nonsense in your fever haze, whine that your throat feels like sandpaper, and he’s there through it all with warmth and humor and an unshakable tenderness. He even teaches you a goofy healing dance he made up on the spot, just to make you laugh, your stuffy giggles muffled into his hoodie.

When you finally fall asleep on his chest, his hand strokes your hair with rhythmic care.

JO :

You’re not even sure how he got there so fast. One moment, you send a pathetic little text, “i’m sick and sad. come hold me.”, and the next, your apartment smells like the familiar mix of clean cotton and Jo’s subtle cologne.

He doesn’t knock loudly. He slips in like the gentlest breeze, a grocery bag in one hand and a thick blanket folded over the other. He closes the door with a soft click, kicks off his shoes, and glances around until he sees your bundled form on the couch.

“Hey, angel,” he says, his voice low and soft, a kind of hush that feels made for quiet rooms and pounding headaches. “You look like a little ghost.”

You peek out from your blanket cocoon with a groggy whimper, arms stretching toward him in silent desperation.

Jo doesn’t hesitate. He kneels beside you, brushing a hand across your forehead with featherlight fingers. “Hot,” he murmurs, brows knitting. “But still cute. That should be illegal.”

You try to smile, but mostly you just whimper again, sick and clingy and needy in the way that only comes when your body gives up and begs for comfort.

Jo climbs onto the couch without another word, adjusting the blanket so you’re curled against his chest. He smells like warm laundry and, pencil graphite, and the faint trace of caramel from the candy he’s always chewing. His arms slide around you like they were built for it. Like he was meant to hold you when you’re feeling like death warmed over.

“I brought honey lemon tea,” he murmurs into your hair. “And a forehead pack. You wanna eat something, or just hold onto me for a while?”

Your only answer is to grip the front of his sweatshirt with trembling fingers.

Jo just smiles.

“Alright,” he whispers. “I’m here. You can cling all you want.”

And you do. Every time he tries to move, to fetch your tea, or grab the remote, you tug him back down with the tiniest whine, your fingers curled in his sleeve like a lifeline. He teases you gently, never mean, never frustrated.

“So needy,” he says with a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to your fever-warm temple.

When you finally doze off, breath hitching a little with the congestion, Jo doesn’t move. He stays perfectly still, one hand stroking slow circles over your back, the other resting over your heartbeat like he’s syncing with it.

HARUA :

You hadn’t meant to whine so much over the phone, but your throat hurt, your nose was stuffy, and nothing felt right unless Harua was near. So when you texted him with a half-coherent, “I feel awful. Please come over,” you weren’t expecting him to drop everything.

But he did.

There’s a knock at the door just a little while later, polite, light, exactly like him, and when you open it, there he is. Face soft with concern, arms full of everything you didn’t know you needed: your favorite snacks, cold medicine, a bottle of water with a silly sticker on it, and the plushie he accidentally won for you at a claw machine last month.

“Hi,” he says quietly, eyes scanning your face. “You look miserable.” Then, after a heartbeat: “Still cute, though.”

You blink up at him, pouty and congested, and then you just… melt. Arms thrown around his middle, face buried in his hoodie. He lets out a small breath of surprise, but wraps his arms around you without hesitation, pressing his cheek gently against your hair.

“You missed me that much?” he murmurs, voice like warm tea.

Once he gets you back to the couch, he’s calm and efficient, the kind of quiet care that never feels rushed. He puts on a cozy playlist, tucks you in like he’s wrapping a delicate gift, and brushes your hair back with the tips of his fingers. He doesn’t make a big deal of your clinginess, not even when you insist on holding his hand the entire time.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures softly, squeezing your fingers. “Even if you fall asleep like this.”

When you rest your head on his shoulder, he shifts just enough to make it comfortable for you, then stays perfectly still. His other hand starts tracing slow, soothing circles along your back, not to tease, not to distract, just to be there.

Harua doesn’t say much. He doesn’t have to. It’s in the way he stays close, the way he patiently listens when you groggily ramble, the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world, even with tissues stuffed up your sleeve and your voice two octaves lower than usual.

“You can be as clingy as you want,” he whispers when your fingers twitch around his. “I don’t mind. I… like being needed.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat under your ear and the faint hum of him quietly singing something soft, just for you.

TAKI :

You’re wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, nose red and stuffy, eyes droopy from a fever that refuses to break. Everything aches, your head, your throat, your muscles, and worst of all, you miss Taki. He’s your comfort. Your warm hoodie in winter. Your favorite song. Your peace.

So you do what any reasonable, clingy, miserable person would do: you send him a pitiful voice memo that’s mostly sniffles and his name said like a whimper.

Not even twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. You peek out from your cocoon of tissues and wool to see Taki, cheeks flushed from the cold, carrying a bag way too big for someone his size. “Emergency delivery!” he says cheerfully, flashing you the brightest smile he can manage, even though he clearly clocked how awful you look.

He doesn’t mind. Not even a little.

“You poor thing,” he coos, toeing off his shoes before making a beeline to the couch. “You look like a baby duck who got caught in the rain.”

You groan, flopping over, already reaching for him. “C’mere.”

Taki laughs softly and slides right in next to you without hesitation, kicking off his jacket and letting you climb into his lap, head on his shoulder, arms curled around him. He shifts carefully so you’re tucked just right, like he’s done this a hundred times before. Like it’s natural.

“You can cling all you want,” he whispers, nose brushing your temple. “I like it. Makes me feel important.”

While you mumble something incomprehensible into his chest, he hums a little song, one he made up on the spot, just to lull you into comfort. His fingers stroke gently through your hair, careful not to tug, and when he notices you shivering, he tightens the blanket around both of you like he’s the protector of your tiny, warm world.

He keeps talking in that low, sweet voice of his, saying the most random, comforting things, about a dog he saw on the way over, how he almost slipped on the ice, how he thinks you’d look really cute in matching pajamas with him. “Next time I’ll bring some. Fluffy ones. Blue, maybe? Or should we go pink?”

You’re too sick to answer, but you smile anyway.

And when you start to drift off, still clinging to him like a lifeline, he whispers one last thing before pressing a kiss to your hair:

“You always take care of me, even when you don’t know it. So let me do it for you now, okay?”

MAKI :

You’re usually the one bouncing around with him, matching his jokes, nudging his side, keeping up with his endless energy. But today… you’re a puddle on the couch. Blankets up to your chin, cheeks flushed with fever, and your voice reduced to a pathetic croak. You want tea, soup, and above all, Maki.

You shoot him a sleepy text: “come here :( I’m sick and sad.”

And like magic, he appears.

He bursts into the room still catching his breath, cheeks pink from rushing over. “You should've told me you were sick sooner!” he exclaims, already dropping his bag and making a beeline for you.

You sit up with a pout, arms stretched out in a silent plea. “C’mere. Please.”

“Okay, okay, I’m here,” he chuckles, instantly softening as he kneels beside you. His hands are warm and surprisingly steady as they brush your hair back. “You look like a tired little dumpling. Still cute, though.”

Normally he’s the hyper one, cracking jokes and bouncing around, but right now? He slows everything down. He tucks himself beside you, gently adjusting your blanket, and lets you lean into him as if he’s your pillow. You’re clingy, hugging his waist, burying your face in his hoodie, and Maki melts.

He rests his chin on top of your head and whispers, “You can be clingy all day. I don’t mind. I like it when you need me.”

He gets up only to grab a warm drink, tucking it carefully into your hands before crawling right back under the blanket. And when you try to apologize for being gross or needy, he just laughs. “You think a little snot is gonna scare me away? Have you seen my morning hair?”

Later, when you’re half-asleep in his arms, he gently hums a random tune, something soft and off-key, but full of heart. His hand rubs slow circles on your back while he mumbles, “I hate seeing you like this… but I love being the one you call.”

And before you slip fully into sleep, he quietly adds, “I’ll take care of you every time. Don’t even think twice.”

Word count : 3526 | serapharua, 2025.

[cosmicclearwater]

Give Him Time | E. Call

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Genre: fluff Character: Embry Call x Reader Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: cursing, kissing/making out, use of Y/N Summary: Embry tries to keep his distance but gives up when he realizes that he no longer has a choice. Requested: Yes (from anon: "embry x reader he imprints on reader who just moved to forks (no relationship with bella or anyone in the books she jus moved thered with her family) and he imprints when shes at a bonfire on la push beach. he is around with a couple other pack members and he’s supposed to jus keep watch and he takes a while to build a relationship w her") Note: characters are aged up (around 20).

a/n: kinda hate this, but it's been ages since I've posted, and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while.

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One week. I've been in Forks for one week and I've already been roped into attending some kind of late-night social gathering at a beach in La Push by a group of friends I met while working at the local grocery store in town. That would probably be exciting for most people, especially if they're new in town and know absolutely no one, but I don't see it that way. I would much rather be hiding away in my room, curled up under my weighted blanket with a good book and a hot cup of tea, not freezing my ass off at a bonfire on the beach surrounded by strangers. Despite it being late August and technically still summer, the nights are significantly cooler than the days, which aren't very hot themselves. Thankfully it's not raining out. I would have turned down the offer to come had it been anyone other than the sweet, kind-hearted Angela who'd asked. But since I didn't, I'm stuck listening to the annoying, air-headed Mike Newton go on an over-exaggerated tangent about the time got caught sleeping in his math class in high school and received detention for it.

As I try my best to be attentive, I can't help but let my eyes drift around the large group of people that surround the area. It was only supposed to be a small gathering, and that's how it started out, but as it gets later, more and more people show up. I sigh, continuing to scan the crowd until my eyes land on a small group of guys standing nearby. Just by their appearance, I know who they are. Jessica made sure to inform me prior to arriving about the "weird" reservation kids who act like they run the area and would probably show up to stand watch like guard dogs. She and her friends had a lot to say about the four guys, none of it being particularly nice. I don't see the problem, though, because they have kept to themselves the whole time. They speak when spoken to, but other than that, they keep conversation amongst themselves. I find myself intrigued by the reserved strangers.

My gaze lingers a little too long because one of them looks up and our eyes lock. Instantly, a shiver runs down my spine, a sudden rush of warmth replacing the coldness I'm feeling. Something about him draws me in and pulls me towards him, yet I can't find the will to move. He's beautiful, in a boyish kind of way, wearing khaki shorts and a black cut-off T-shirt despite the chilled weather. He's the one to break the impromptu staring contest when one of his friends nudges his side and steals his attention. I'm a little disappointed when his rich brown eyes look away. I watch for a little longer as they share a few hushed words before all of their eyes shift to me. The extra attention forces me to finally divert mine away.

"Hey," I lean closer to speak to Angela, "I'll be back. I'm gonna take a walk down the beach."

"Okay." She nods, "Do you want me to walk with you?"

"No, it's okay. I won't be gone long."

I walk along the shore, kicking rocks until I get far enough away that the loud music and shouting sound like a soft murmur in the distance. I find a washed-up log and sit down, watching the waves crash against the shore before retreating. It's quiet and peaceful. I could probably fall asleep sitting here. The sound of a stick snapping behind me ruins that thought. Turning my head away from the water and towards the forest, I come face-to-face with the handsome boy.

"You shouldn't be wandering around out here by yourself. It's not safe." He speaks as he takes a hesitant step closer to me.

"I could say the same to you."

"Why did you leave your friends?" He asks, coming to take a seat on the log next to me, making sure to leave a little space between us.

"They are hardly my friends." I laugh dryly, staring back out at the water. "I didn't even want to come."

"Then why did you?" I shrug in response, not really having a reasonable answer to give. "I could give you a ride home if you want."

"I don't even know you." I chuckle. "Didn't you just lecture me about it not being safe to wander off out here alone, and now you're offering me a ride home. Talk about stranger danger. This is literally the plot and premise of every teen slasher film."

"It was hardly a lecture. More of a piece of valuable advice." He smiles, offering his hand to shake. "I'm Embry Call."

"Y/N Y/L/N." I reply, grabbing his hand. It's unbelievably warm yet comforting.

"Now we're not strangers. Want to take me up on my offer now?" He asks. "If not, you could always go back and ask that Newton kid to tell you another story to help pass the time."

"I would rather step on a Lego than listen to another one of his stories." I scoff. "But I should let Angela know I'm leaving first."

"Let's go then." He chuckles and stands up, waiting for me to rise to my feet before leading me back to the bonfire.

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The drive to my house seems to go by quickly. We make small talk here and there until the conversations eventually fizzle out completely and we fall into a comfortable silence. There's a weird tension that lingers in the air. Not a bad weird, just different. I want to know more about him but he's a little closed off. When we speak, it seems like he wants to let me in, he wants to talk to me, but something is stopping him from getting too deep. Despite that, he makes me feel at ease.

"We're here." he speaks softly, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Oh, okay. Thanks for the ride." I reply, attempting to hide my disappointment with a smile. "And for not killing me." I tack on a joke for further convincing.

"No problem." He laughs as he opens his door to get out. He comes around to my side and opens my door for me, grabbing my hand gently to help me out of the truck. "I'll wait here until you get inside."

"Okay," I nod. "Will I see you around?"

"Maybe." He shrugs.

"Goodnight, Embry."

"Goodnight, Y/N." The way my name rolls off his tongue so soft and smooth sends a gentle shiver running through me. Every thought in my brain vanishes and it's only the sound of his voice playing over and over again like a broken record.

By the time I make it up to my room, I'm smiling hard and surely sporting flushed cheeks. I look out my window to check, and there he is, still waiting like he said. I wave down at him once we make eye contact. He smiles and waves back before climbing into the truck and reversing out of the driveway.

I go about my usual nightly routine before finally settling into bed. The smile that this mysterious boy has somehow managed to plant on my face has yet to disappear. I think back over our interactions throughout the night, and although they had been small and more than likely meaningless to him, they had me giggling and kicking my feet like a little schoolgirl. Figuratively, of course. Once I manage to calm myself down, I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, whispering a quick prayer that tonight was only the first and not the last time I would be seeing the handsome stranger.

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"That movie was awful." I scoff, walking with the rest of the group out of the theater.

"I thought it was awesome!" Mike exclaims.

"How? There was an unnecessary amount of blood and gore that did absolutely nothing for the plot, and the graphics were horrible."

"Woah there! Didn't know we had a professional movie critic on our hands." Mike jokes, receiving laughter from the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes as they begin gushing and raving about the action movie as we walk down the street. I fall back behind the group a bit, putting a little distance between me and them, but not too much that it's noticeable. Not that I think they would notice anyway. Despite having hung out with them numerous times since the bonfire two weeks ago, my friendship with them hasn't progressed at all. I just don't feel much of a connection with any of them, other than Angela.

"Hey, Y/N!" A call of my name pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up at Angela and her friends to find the source, only to see them looking back at me, confusion written on all of their faces. "Hey!" The masculine voice calls again from behind me, a little closer this time. I turn around this time, coming face-to-face with one of the guys from the bonfire, Embry and a couple of others not far behind.

"Do I know you?" I ask.

"No, but I know you. I'm Jared Cameron." He offers me his hand to shake.

"Y/N Y/L/N." I shake his outstretched hand. The next one to introduce himself has short, curly hair and a boyish grin on his face.

"Quil Ateara. The fifth, but the greatest." He chuckles, shaking my hand. The last one steps up wearing a smug expression as he introduces himself.

"Paul Lahote." He smirks, grabbing my hand and bringing it up to his lips. However, before he can make contact with my skin, he is stopped by Embry's stern voice.

"Enough, Paul." He orders to the snickering man.

"Hi, Embry." I redirect my attention to the boy who stands a few steps behind the others.

"Hey." He replies, our gazes locking briefly before he looks away.

"We're heading to a little restaurant down the street," Jared explains. "Wanna join?"

"Oh uh-" As I try to find the words to respond to his spontaneous offer, I'm interrupted by the voice of a female, that I have come to realize I am not the biggest fan of.

"Hey, Y/N. Who are your friends?" She asks, leaving me no time to respond before turning to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley." A chorus of 'hey's and 'hello's come from the group in response.

"We're heading home if you're ready." She directs her attention to me this time.

"Okay."

"We were actually offering her to join us for dinner," Quil states, presenting the offer Jared had extended to me just a few moments ago. "If she hasn't eaten yet."

"That's so kind of you." Jessica speaks with fake enthusiasm.

"Will you?" Jared questions, eyes trained on mine.

"Sure." I nod, turning to the group I had come with. "If that's okay with all of you."

"Go ahead." Angela is the one to step up and speak, a small but noticeable smile on her face. "Text me when you get home?"

A simple nod is all she needs before she grabs Jessica's hand and guides her back over to their group.

"Let's go," Paul speaks, throwing his arm over my shoulder as if we've known each other for years, and begins to lead me away. "I'm starving."

The restaurant we end up at is a cute, family-owned Italian place. It's cozy and welcoming, much like the rowdy group of boys who invited me to it.

"You have got to try the pizza," Quil leans in from his chair beside me to show me the options on the menu. "It's amazing."

"You think so?" I ask, amused by his never-ending enthusiasm.

"I know so." He winks, flashing me a toothy grin.

"The chicken alfredo is also really good." Jared adds from his seat on the other side of the table. I take their suggestions into consideration as I browse the menu.

"Everything looks and sounds delicious," I say, a sigh of defeat passing through my lips. "I don't know what to choose."

"We could order a couple plates of pasta and a few large pizzas to share. The portions are pretty big." Jared suggests.

"That's fine with me." I nod. "I'm still kind of full from the popcorn I ate at the theater so I won't be able to finish a full meal by myself."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Quil taps the tip of my nose with his index finger, forcing a giggle out of me at his antics. "Whatever you don't eat, I can gladly finish for you."

"Sounds like a plan then." I smile.

Once we finalize our decisions and put in our orders, we fall into easy conversation. A majority of it is Jared, Quil, and Paul bickering about random stuff or asking me questions. Despite their endless chatter, I can't help but let my mind linger on the quiet male sitting directly to my left. Before I can gather the courage to talk to Embry, Paul grabs my attention.

"How come you hang out with that Newton kid and his friends if you can't stand them?"

"Huh?" His question throws me off a bit.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't seem too thrilled when we saw you outside of the theater." He elaborates. "And you looked a little annoyed when that Jennifer girl butt in to our conversation."

"You mean Jessica?" I chuckle as I correct him.

"Yeah, her." He nods.

"I wouldn't say that I dislike them, necessarily." I shrug. "I just don't click with them well, I guess. Angela is cool, and Eric isn't too bad, but the others are just so...I don't know. Jessica has to always be the center of attention, and Mike is overly flirtatious and too handsy for me."

"Handsy?" Embry questions, addressing me for the first time since out intial greeting outside of the theater. "Has he touched you?"

"It's nothing bad," I assure him. "It's just little things like trying to hold my hand or mess with my hair. Just weirds me out a bit."

"He still shouldn't be trying to touch you without your permission." He grumbles. "Someone needs to put him in his place."

"It's fine." I shrug. "He's harmless, just doesn't understand boundaries." Before he can say anything else, the food arrives.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" The waitress asks after placing all of the food on the table. A chorus of "no's" and "no thank you's" float around the table. "Okay. Just call for me if you need me." As soon as she walks away, we all dig in.

"I am stuffed!" I exclaim after taking the last bite of pasta on my plate. There's still half a dish of pasta and a full pizza left on the table, but at the rate that the boys are eating, I'm positive it will be gone soon.

"You humans and your small appetites." Quil laughs around a mouth full of pizza. His comment earns him a harsh glare from the others.

"Humans?" I laugh at his strange words. "What are you, then? A dog." The table falls quiet as the four share a look before breaking out into nervous laughter. Ignoring their weird response, I change the subject.

"So, what is school like on the reservation?" I ask.

"Boring," Jared replies. "And a lot smaller than public schools."

"What do you do for fun?"

"We spend a lot of time hanging out with our friend Sam and his fiancee, Emily, at their place. It's our home away from home." He answers.

"Or going cliff jumping." Paul adds.

"Cliff jumping?" My eyes widen as I repeat the words back to him. "Is that even safe?"

"No, but it's fun as hell." Quil chuckles. "Gives you a huge adrenaline rush. You should come with us and give it a try some time."

"Absolutely not." Embry interjects, shutting down his suggestion before I can answer for myself. "She could get seriously injured, if she doesn't die from it."

"She'll be fine." Paul jumps in. "Jacob's little leech lover did it and survived."

"Barely." Embry scoffed. "Jacob had to pull her out and perform mouth-to-mouth on her."

"Well, it's a good thing she will be with us then." Paul responds cheekily. "What do you say, Y/N? I don't mind providing a little mouth-to-mouth if necessary."

"I'll pass."

"You should come hang out on the rez, then? At Sam and Emily's place." Jared suggests.

"I don't know." I shake my head. "I don't want to intrude. You seem like a really tight-knit group."

"It's fine." He waves me off. "You'll fit right in." A smug look flickers across his face, as if he knows something that I don't.

"Maybe, but not tonight. I need to get home soon."

"Of course." Jared nods. "Let's pay the bill and then we can head out."

• ───────────────────────────── •

"Are you sure this is okay? They won't mind that I'm here?" I ask Quil as we make our way up the drive way toward Sam and Emily's house.

"Of course not." He gives me a reassuring smile. "We've told them all about you, and they are excited to meet you. Emily's happy to have another female to hang out with. Something about there being too much testosterone around here." He rolls his eyes laughing. "Word of advice though. Don't stare at Emily's face. It pisses Sam off."

"Noted." I nod as we walk up the steps.

"Honey, I'm home!" Quil shouts into the house as he throws the door open.

"Please leave." Paul deadpans.

"Hi! You must be Y/N." A woman greets warmly as she makes her way across the kitchen, making sure to smack Paul in the back of the head and telling him to be nice. "I'm Emily Young." She introduces herself as she pull me into a hug.

"Yes, I am." I nod smiling, reciprocating her hug. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm Sam Uley." A man steps up next to her, greeting me as he does. "That's Seth and Leah Clearwater," He gestures to two other unfamiliar faces sitting at the kitchen table. "And you know the rest of the hooligans."

"Hooligans?" Jared scoffs. "I'll have you know that I am a very distinguished young man." He says as he adjusts his invisible tie.

"Yeah, maybe compared to a caveman." Paul retorts, causing Jared to retaliate by intiating a wrestling match in the small kitchen.

"Enough, you two." Sam barks, trying and failing to hide his amusement at their antics.

"Come sit." Emily turns to me, gently ushering me to the only empty chair at the table, which happens to be right next to Embry.

"Hey," He greets in a quiet whisper as I take a seat.

"Hey."

"Are you okay?" He questions, a look of concern on his features.

"Yeah," I nod. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem a little tense." He answers. "And they can be a lot sometimes, even for someone like me who has spent years dealing with them."

"I'm okay," I assure him with a smile. He simply nods before turning to finish his lunch as Emily sets a plate down in front of me.

"I'm not sure if you've eaten already but I saved a plate for you." She explains. "Food doesn't last long around here with all of these men so I made sure to put some aside when I heard you were coming."

"I'm starving, actually. I haven't eaten yet today." I reply. "Thank you!"

"You haven't eaten? Like, at all?" The boy named Seth asks from his spot opposite of me.

"No." I shake my head. "I was up late last night writing a paper for my English class and started working on it again as soon as I woke up. I guess I got a little too carried away and forgot to eat anything. But hey! At least I finished my paper. Four days early at that."

"You should still make sure you're eating properly though." Embry states.

"Of course." I nod in agreement. "It's a bad habit I've been trying to kick for years. Once I get locked in on something, it's hard to step away. My mom has lectured me, like, a million times about it."

"So it happens often, is what I'm hearing." Emily steps in, her mom voice making an appearance."

"More often then it should." I respond sheepishly.

"That settles it then." She shakes her head in disbelief. "I'm now making it my personal duty to make sure you are eating three full meals a day. Can't have you getting sick on us."

"You don't have to do that." I argue.

"I know I don't have to, but we take care of our own around here. I know you're new to the group, but I already consider you one of us." She explains, her tone leaving no room fro argument.

"Okay." A blush warms my cheeks as I finally begin to dig into my food.

"Embry." Sam calls his name from where he stands by the kitchen door. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He responds with a nod before rising from his chair and following Sam outside. They are standing on the porch right outside the door, speaking in hushed whispers. As the conversation goes on, Embry seems to grow increasingly frustrated or angry, I assume by the expressions on his face. A few more words are shared between the two before Embry stomps off the porch and Sam returns to the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he enters. The others give him a questioning look, but all he does is shake his head in response.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asks, coming to sit at the table next to Emily.

"Nothing really." I shrug. "Planned on just hanging out at home and reading a book."

"Lame!" Quil and Jared shout simultaneously.

"I'm hosting a bonfire tonight if you would like to join."

"Please do!" Emily almost begs. "You can meet the other girls as well. Kim and Rachel, Jared's and Paul's girlfriends."

"Sure," I nod. "Why not?"

"Perfect!" She smiles. "Would you like to run into town with me? I need to grab some groceries for the barbeque."

"Of course. I don't have anything else to do."

"Let me go grab my purse."

• ───────────────────────────── •

"Hey, Emily. Can I ask you something?" I ask as we walk down another aisle to grab the things she needs.

"Ask away."

"Does Embry not like me or something?" I question. "Like, did I do something wrong? Or offend him in some way?"

"Of course not." She shakes her head at my words. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know." I shrug, nervously fidgeting with the loose threads on my sweater. "He just seems closed off when I'm around. I just thought maybe it was something I did."

"That's just Embry." She reassures me. "He's always been more of an introvert compared to the other guys."

"You sure?"

"I'm positive." She stops walking and turns to face me. "Don't read too much into it. Just give him time. He'll come around." I nod in response, choosing to trust her words and expel those negative thoughts from my head. "Now come on, we only have a few more things to grab and I'm afraid those bozos might destroy the house if they are left alone too long." She giggles as she begins walking again, me following close behind.

When we return to the house, the guys are horsing around outside, as Emily and I head to the kitchen to put everything away. Once all of the groceries are in their rightful place, she begins to prep what will be needed for dinner.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"No, I got it, but thanks." She politely declines. "Why don't you head outside. Or you can hang out in the living room and watch some TV. Whatever you want to do."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

I begin to make my way towards the door to go outside when I notice Embry sitting on the couch by himself. I hesitate briefly before making up my mind and stepping towards the living room instead.

"Hi, Embry." I speak softly, as not to startle him.

"Hey, Y/N." He greets, glancing at me over his shoulder and then turning his attention back towards the TV.

"What're watching?"

"Nothing, really. Just flipping through channels to see if anything good is on. So far, I've found nothing." He shrugs.

"Do you mind if I join you?"

"No, I don't mind." He scoots over to make room on the couch. We fall into a tense silence as he continues to flip through channels before he finally settles on a true crime show.

"Are you excited for the bonfire?" He asks, finally breaking the silence and turning his head to look at me, our gazes interlocking.

"Yeah, actually. I am." I reply, smiling. This is the first time we've had an actual conversation together since the one we had on the night we met and I can't help but feel giddy about it.

"Good." He nods, he lifts one of his hands to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "You look beautiful, by the way."

"Oh, uh, thank you." I can feel my cheeks heat up instantly. "You do, too. Look handsome, I mean. Not beautiful. Not that you aren't beautiful, I just-" I blush harder as I stumble over my words.

"Thank you." He interrupts, chuckling softly.

Our conversation dies out as we stare into each other's eyes. However, the silence this time is much more comfortable. Without realizing it, we had begun to lean into each other. So close that our noses are almost touching.

"Can I-" Embry begins to speak but is cut off as Sam's voice carries through from the kitchen.

"Embry, come out. I need your help gathering the fire wood."

"Okay, be right there." He replies, backing away. "I'll talk to you in a bit, okay?"

"Okay. Yeah." I nod, another blush dusting my cheeks as I start to think about what would have happened if Sam hadn't come in.

Embry then gets up from his spot beside me, leaving me with a soft smile and following Sam out the door.

• ───────────────────────────── •

The bonfire burns brightly, providing some warmth against the chilly night air. I sit with the other girls, talking and laughing as the guys kick around a soccer ball off to the side. Just like Emily, Kim and Rachel are kind and inviting, making it easy to fall into comfortable conversation. Even Leah, despite her quiet nature.

"So, you and Embry, huh?" Rachel nudges my side gently with her elbow, wiggling her eyebrow suggestively.

"What about me and Embry?" I ask confused.

"Are y'all, like, a thing?" Kim is the one to ask the question.

"Oh, no. Definitely not." I shake my head, laughing at the incredulousness of the idea. "If you haven't noticed, he barely speaks to me."

"Which is kind of crazy to me because the guy can barely keep his eyes off of you." Rachel says.

"Right!" Kim exclaims. "Glad I'm not the only one who noticed."

"You're seeing things." I argue.

"But you like him though, don't you?" Leah asks.

"Would you think I'm crazy if I said yes?" I bite my lip nervously. "He. doesn't even give me the time if day. Today was the first time we've held a conversation that was longer than three words since the night we met, but I can't help but be drawn to him. Like some kind of invisible string is keeping me tied to him. I sound weird and obsessive, don't I?" I sigh, feeling embarrassed at my admission.

"Not at all." Emily smiles, providing me with some comfort. "Like I said earlier, just give him a little time."

"You should-" Before Rachel can finish what she is going to say, they sound of men arguing grabs all of our attention.

"I said back off, Paul!" Embry shouts angrily at his friend.

Paul laughs menacingly. "Oh yeah? Or what?"

Embry lets out what I can only describe as a deep growl as his body begins to shake in anger.

"Careful there, Call." He says mockingly. "Don't want to lose your cool in front of your girlfriend." Those words seem to be the final trigger, because on my next breath, Embry's clothes shred to pieces as he turns into a giant wolf.

All of the air leaves my lungs as the scene unfolds. Paul is next, shifting into a massive beast in the blink of an eye, right as Embry lunges for him. The two begin to fight, large jaws snapping at each other as they roll on the ground.

"What the actual fuck?" I whisper as I finally catch my breath.

"Leah, Emily." Sam calls. "Get her inside." As soon as the words leave his mouth, a black wolf, larger than the other two, takes the place where his once human form stood. The others soon follow, beginning to chase after the two who have now managed to tumble into the forest.

"Can someone please explain to me what the hell just happened?" I gasp out as we make our way into the living room.

"It's not really our place to say, but Sam can as soon as he gets back." Emily places a comforting yet firm hand on my shoulder, forcing me to take a seat on the couch.

"They're not gonna kill each other, are they?" The horrifying thought leaves my lips before I can stop it.

"No," Rachel shakes her head. "They'll be fine. This actually happens quite often."

"That doesn't make me feel any better." I look at her as if she is insane."

"Sam will calm them down, and then they will all return safely. Not scratch or bruise in sight." Kim explains. I nod, taking a deep breath.

"So they're werewolves?"

"We prefer the term 'Shifter'." Leah states.

"Can all of you do that?"

"Nope. Just me and the guys."

"You're the only female that can turn into a wolf?"

"The only one known." She nods.

"Okay." I nod, trying to process the new found information. "Wow! This is a lot to take in."

"You're handling it pretty well, though." Kim giggles. "I half expected you to run off screaming."

We sit waiting for about ten minutes, them answering the questions they are allowed to answer, before the door swings open. Jared, Quil, and Seth walk into the house, Sam, Paul, and Embry moments after.

"Sorry about that, Y/N." Paul laughs as he throws himself down on the floor in front of where Rachel sits.

"No problem." I respond before turning my attention towards Sam.

"I'm sure you have a few questions."

"That's the understatement of the century." Sam chuckles at my response as he begins to explain everything. Their history, abilities, what causes the first shift, what triggers every shift after, how they control it. He goes on for what feels like half an hour until he feels that he has covered everything.

"Now that that is out of the way, there is one more thing you must know, but it's best if you and Embry discuss that privately."

"Um...okay?" I turn to look at Embry, who is still standing next to the door.

"Can I give you a ride home?" He asks. "I'll explain on the way there."

"Sure." I nod, standing from the couch. "Thanks for inviting me. Despite all of the chaos, I really enjoyed spending time with you all."

"Of course, Y/N." Sam smiles gently. "You're welcome any time."

• ───────────────────────────── •

The first ten minutes of the twenty-minute drive pass in silence. Neither of us willing to break it, but eventually I speak, not being able to stand the tension anymore.

"Embry?" I call his name softly, my voice coming out as almost a whisper. "There was something you wanted to tell me."

"'Want' isn't exactly the word I would use, but I don't really have a choice." He sighs heavily. "For starters, I want to apologize. I didn't want to drag you into this. I tried to keep my distance, but my friends were hellbent on playing matchmakers. If it had been up to me, tonight wouldn't have ever happened."

"Oh." His words trigger an ache in my chest.

"It's not that there is anything wrong with you. You're great, actually. It's just that I didn't want to bring you into my world because it's too dangerous for you."

"Dangerous? How? What does any of this have to do with me?"

"That leads to my next point. There is this thing that us Shifters do. It's called imprinting." He explains as he slows the car down before pulling over to the side of the road and putting the car in park.

"Imprinting?" I ask as he turns to me, eyes locking onto mine.

"Yeah. In looser terms, it's kind of like finding our soulmate. The one person we are destined to be with. When we find our imprint, they instantly become the one thing in this world that we would do anything for. We will become anything they want or need us to be. A protector, a friend, a lover. They become the center of our whole world. The gravity that holds us to the Earth. Everything and everyone in our lives suddenly comes second to them."

"Are you saying that-"

"Yes," He nods, responding before I can finish my sentence as if he had read my mind. "That night we first met, on the beach in La Push, I imprinted on you. It's not something we can control, it just happens. We don't choose who we imprint on. The moment I looked into your eyes, my fate was sealed."

"Is that why you avoided me? Did you want it to be someone else?"

"No." He shakes his head. "I was avoiding you because bringing you into all of this is dangerous. There are other supernatural beings that exist, and just you breathing puts you in danger because of the connection we have."

"Other supernatural beings? Like what?"

"Vampires. Those are our biggest enemies and what triggered out phases."

"Vampires," I mutter his words back to him in disbelief. "Here in Forks?" He nods in response.

"So if you don't have control over the bond, what would happen if I didn't want it?" I question. "Not saying that I don't, just asking." I quickly explain.

"You could reject it, but it wouldn't be easy. For either of us. The longer we spend apart, the more it will begin to hurt. Not just emotionally but physically too. We would both grow weaker, and it would affect my shifting and other abilities."

"Wow."

"And I'm not saying that to scare you at all, just answering your question honestly."

"So what does that mean for us?"

"What do you want it to mean? Like I said, you are now my sole purpose of living. Your safety and well-being, your life, are now my greatest priority. I will be whatever you need me to be."

"Okay. So, if I wanted to pursue something romantically, would you only be doing it because you have to? Because I actually really like you. Like a lot. But I don't want to force you into anything that you don't actually want."

"I like you, too. And I'm not just saying that because of the bond. I do genuinely mean that. I know it didn't seem like it because of how I acted and how I treated you, but the more time I've spent around you, the more my feelings have grown. My feelings for you are real, they are just amplified by the connection we have."

"Okay."

"Is that want you want?" He asks. "To pursue this romantically?"

"Maybe." I shrug. "Do you?"

"I would like that." He smiles softly.

"Me too." I return with a smile of my own, subconsciously leaning closer to him. "We should probably take it slow though."

"Definitely." He responds, moving in more. Our noses brush gently as he speaks. "Would you be mad if I kissed you? Right now."

I shake my head at his question. "I think I would be more mad if you didn't"

That's all that needs to be said before he leans in the rest of the way and molds his lips softly to mine. Butterflies erupt in my stomach instantly. My body feels like it's on fire, but in a good way. His hand finds my cheek, angling me to deepen the kiss as both of mine find the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

Once we both run out of breath, he pulls back, pecking my lips a few more times.

"I should probably get you home." He whispers, resting his forehead against mine.

"Yeah, you probably should." I whisper back, brushing my lips against his softly. He groans softly, caving in and kissing me hard.

"Okay." He moves away to settle back into his seat. "For real, I need to get you home."

"Sorry." I blush.

"Don't apologize." He says. "I didn't mind at all. And now that I've gotten a taste of what its like to kiss you, I don't ever want to stop, but we've been sitting here for a while out in the middle of nowhere."

"You're right. Let's go."

The rest of the drive is spent with light conversation and giddy smiles shared between the two of us. He keeps my hand interlocked with his the whole time and places light pecks against the back of it every now and then. We finally make it to my house, much to my disappointment. Embry, being the gentleman he is, walks me to the door.

"I guess this is goodnight, then." He says, hands still holding mine tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be." He quirks an eyebrow at the insinuation behind my words. "Do you want to come in?"

"I shouldn't." He shakes his head, releasing one of my hands so I can unlock my front door.

"But I think you should." I open the door, tugging on his hand as I step inside. I watch as he battles with whether he should decline or give in. I wait patiently as he makes his decision.

"Fuck it!" He finally says before diving in for a kiss, kicking the door closed behind us as we stumble into the house.

[lilmarshie]

Since requests are open do you think you could do Bob with a reader who has chronic pain/illness? My pain has increased majorly over the last few months and could really use a little comfort right now 🥲

Caring for You

Bob Reynolds x Reader Headcanons

Bob cares for you while you’re dealing with chronic pain but he makes it all better and helps your worries to go away.

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! I hope that you enjoy!

Bob is all about helping to make your shared space together a safe haven where you can go when you’re feeling under the weather. This space is filled with the softest blankets, fluffiest pillows, best snacks, and the one that you love–Bob. He ensures that this space is at the perfect temperature to help you with flare ups and any discomfort. Bob installed a smart thermostat with a wireless remote to help you be able to adjust the temperature in the room without leaving your bed.

Bob helps you stay on top of your medications without being overbearing about it. He sets reminders for you, picks up your prescriptions, runs to the store if you need him to, and makes a detailed chart to help you stay on track. This man has thought about anything and everything that you may need at any time. He is also a great advocate to speak on your behalf when you need that extra help from your care providers and doctors.

Bob knows the importance of daily exercise and being able to stay focused on the goals at hand. Whether big or small, Bob helps you with simple training exercises that, help you to not be too overwhelmed. These exercises are quick and effective and help target those areas of your body that need some extra attention. He's happy to join you for gentle walks, stretching sessions, or even just some light yoga. He'll always adjust the pace to match your energy levels and never push you beyond what you're comfortable with.

When the pain is really unbearable Bob creates the perfect distractions from the pain. He reads you chapters from your favorite books, watches funny movies with you, or starts a short conversation about random things. This helps to not have your mind wander to the pain that you’re experiencing. He also knows all the best spots for a change of scenery, like a cozy coffee shop or a quiet park.

Bob is your biggest cheerleader and confidant during these trials. He listens without judgment when you need to vent about your pain or frustrations. He celebrates your small victories and reminds you of your strength and resilience. He's also not afraid to show his own vulnerability, which helps you feel less alone in your struggles.

Bob knows that taking care of yourself is essential, so he encourages you to prioritize self-care activities. He will draw you a bath, make you a cup of tea, or give you a gentle massage. He also reminds you to take breaks when you need them and to say no to things that will drain your energy.

Bob is always willing to go to bat for you. He will research your condition, attend doctor's appointments with you, and help you navigate the healthcare system. He's also not afraid to challenge medical professionals if he feels like your needs aren't being met.

Above all else, Bob loves you unconditionally no matter what. He understands that your illness is a part of you, but it doesn't define you. He's committed to supporting you through thick and thin, and he'll always be there to remind you of your worth.

[glossykissies]

anon is soooo onto something. summer fling with an older!price in some small beach town, running into each other when you're stung by a jellyfish & he just can't help but jog over and give you a hand - 🍓

he hasn’t really had to deal with this kind of thing before. the small beach town didn’t really get tourists over the summer anymore, basically abandoned at best and all the locals knew eachother — so of course he’s going to notice the sweet young thing crying on the beach clutching her thigh. ૮꒰ྀི ◡ ˶ ◡ ꒱ྀི১ 

he’s squatting by you helplessly now, looking the giant red welt on your skin over as you sniffle and whine. he knew it so wasn’t the time, so he was trying to not look at the way your thighs had fallen open, thin ocean-soaked bikini bottoms perfectly cupping the fat mound of your cunt.

“y’have to pee on me! it’ll get in—infected!” you sniff, gripping the sleeve of his jacket. you, a sweet stranger begging him to whip out his cock and piss on you in public. it was perverse, and only because it seemed like you meant it totally innocently.

“can’t do that love. got a medical kit back a’ mine. can bring’it here?” he wipes the wet sand off his hands onto his pants as he stands and you simper, reaching a weak hand up at him.

“don’t leave me here!” you complain, making him sigh and run a hand over his beard. reading his mind, you speak again. “jus’ take me there. please. s’hurting!” you hiccup. fuck.

he carries you, of course he does. it’s been a while since he’s actually gotten the chance to show off his strength, turns out living in a fishing town and not getting out much doesn’t call for lifting up pretty girls, needless to say he wasn’t fucking frequently either. you seem appreciative, calming down a bunch by the time he’s got you to his humble but gorgeous beach house.

as he cleans you up he finds out a lot about you, the fact you’re staying in your families beach house alone for the summer, your age, the sounds you make when you’re in pain. you’re surprisingly easy to chat to, barely having an off button whenever he calmly sends a question your way. you find stuff out about him too, such as the fact he’s ex military, and he doesn’t have a wife or kids.

“you’ll do well to have a kip. got yourself into a bit of a state earlier you’re probably tired.” he stands up, re fastening the opening of his medical kit. what he meant was, go home and sleep it off — but you nod obediently, snuggling down into his beige couch, fingers intertwined in a cable knit throw. still wearing just a damp bikini. you’re ridiculously trusting in a terrible, cruel word — but he honours your trust anyway, shaking his head in that grumpy old man way he’d adopted, making himself a cup of tea and wandering off to sit on the porch swing, looking over the grey waters. it looked like it was going to storm soon. he tried not to think about your soft thighs and the way he had to part them to tend to your wound.

you only slept for an hour, and he stayed there the whole time, even when you came toddling out to join him with the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders, eyes sticky and half closed, asking if your wound looked any better, completely over familiar with just a kind stranger doing what any one would have done. he’d do well to send you away, a young thing like you. should warn you to be more guarded around men you don’t know — but he’ll be the first to admit he’s lonely, and that you’re pretty, and he’s already liking your company more than he should. you’re like a sick puppy that he didn’t adopt, instead just showing up at his door demanding care.

your body is sleepy and warm still when you mutter something about thanking him for being so nice when you clamber onto his lap, sitting directly on the semi hard on john hadn’t managed to rid of since they met a few hours ago. he only tells you to stop it a few times as you rock your hips on your lap, plush tits in his face as you sigh and whimper against him, equally saying sorry as you were saying you were mega grateful.

“not meant’a being doing this, sweetheart.” he sighs defeatedly when your breaths pick up, already working yourself into a frenzy as your soft bikini clad pussy grinds itself into his bulge.

“m’sorry— just… owww!” you cry into his shoulder, your thigh wound scraping the harsh material of his pants.

“see, need to be careful lovie.” he grips your hips, deciding if you were gonna hump all on him, you were gonna do it carefully.

[rhiannonsknife]

We need protective Rhiannon after reader has just given birth😮‍💨😮‍💨 Rhiannon being over protective of your little bundle of joy. Always claiming the baby as her own. It reminds me of that trend “what do you say if a girl comes up to you and says oh my gosh your baby is so cute”. “Thank you she looks like her mother” 😭😭 but Rhiannon being a mum and acting all sweet and so uncharacteristically herself.

this is for you + the other anon who requested pregnant!reader. let it be known that i have never been pregnant and don’t plan on getting pregnant anytime soon. so. there’s that. bear with me here.

rhiannon who’s slightly over preparing.

she is a strange mix of being over-prepared and pretending she’s totally chill (which she is not). she’s researching all the weird facts about labor and delivery but plays it off like she’s not been secretly reading pregnancy forums in her spare time: one minute she’s lounging on the couch with tink sprawled across her lap, scrolling on her phone like she couldn’t care less, and the next, she’s blurting out some bizarre pregnancy fact. you’d raised an eyebrow at her then, resting a hand on your growing belly. “wait…are you actually reading pregnancy forums?” her reply comes way too quick: “no!” she insists, firmly shaking her head.

“oh but you totally are,” you tease, grinning as you lean against the kitchen counter. “i’m not!” rhiannon denies, sitting up straighter and holding up her phone like it is some kind of evidence. “look! no pregnancy apps or whatever” you just narrowed your eyes, unimpressed. “you just closed the tab, didn’t you?”

rhiannon who obviously gets even more protective when you’re pregnant.

that woman is taking no risks whatsoever. every little thing is a potential threat to your peace of mind as far as she’s concerned, and she refuses to let anything or anyone upset you. “was that really necessary?” you whisper at her after she’s snapped at one of your colleagues for giving unwanted pregnancy advice. “absolutely” rhiannon instantly replies as she settles down beside you, still side eyeing said coworker from across the office. you roll your eyes affectionately. “you know i can handle a little unsolicited advice, right?”

“yeah, but why should you have to?” she counters, resting a hand gently on your belly, her fingers tracing small, soothing circles. the baby gives a little kick in response, and rhiannon’s face softens.“see?” she says, leaning down to press a kiss to your bump. “even the baby agrees with me!”

rhiannon who will drop everything for you the minute you mention needing something.

she might tease you for “milking the pregnancy cravings”, but if you so much as mention wanting something, rhiannon is already grabbing her car keys or figuring out how to make it happen. “excuse me, i’m growing a human over here. i think i’ve earned a little indulgence” you tell her one night. “fine. maybe i am a little bossy. but i could really go for some milkshake and fries right now”

“at midnight?” she asks, glancing at the clock on the wall. “you’re unbelievable…what flavor milkshake do you want?”

by the time she’s back, balancing a bag of fries in one hand and a cup holder with two milkshakes in the other (she got herself one, of course: solidarity), you’re curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over you. “here’s your midnight feast,” she announces, placing the bag and drinks down on the coffee table before flopping down beside you.

rhiannon who gets uncharacteristically soft.

your pregnancy hasn’t changed her much. or at least that’s what she claims. fortunately, you know better: there’s a softness to her now that definitely wasn’t there before. like this one morning when you were standing by the kitchen counter, pouring yourself a cup of tea. you can sense her presence before you see her, the soft sound of her footsteps and the slight creak of the floorboard.

“morning,” you mumble without turning around, smiling to yourself as you feel rhiannon approach. “morning,” she murmurs back, unusually quiet.

before you can say anything else, you feel her arms slide around your waist from behind, her hands resting on the curve of your belly. it’s not unusual for rhiannon to be touchy with you, but there’s an almost odd gentleness to the way she holds you now. you feel her press a kiss to the back of your neck, and then, to your surprise, she kneels down. “rhee?” you ask, finally turning around to glance down at her.

rhiannon doesn’t answer right away, her lips brushing your skin. “don’t give your mum too much trouble in there, yeah?” she whispers against your bump. you blink, momentarily stunned. “did you just…” you trail off, trying to suppress a grin. “don’t,” she cuts in quickly, already standing up again. “don’t make it a thing!”

“oh, but it is a thing,” you tease, turning to face her fully. “you imagined it,” she says flatly, crossing her arms. “sure, sure,” you say, your grin widening. “i imagined the part where you talked to the baby and kissed my belly”

“exactly,” she nods. you step closer, reaching up to cup her face with one hand. “you’re allowed to be sweet, you know,” you tell her gently, gaze dropping to her mouth. “i won’t tell anyone. promise” rhiannon rolls her eyes, but her expression does soften, her arms uncrossing as she rests her hands on your hips. “fine,” she mutters. “but if you start telling people i’ve gone soft, i’m blaming the baby”

rhiannon who is on guard the second your baby is born.

the moment your baby is placed in your arms, she is practically vibrating with protective energy. “she’s so small,” rhiannon whispers, as she peers over your shoulder to get a better look. her fingers brush the baby’s tiny hand, and for a second, she looks utterly mesmerized. when a nurse steps forward to check the baby, and her entire body instantly stiffens. “what are you doing?” she asks, her tone sharp despite her attempt to keep calm.

the nurse offers an assuring smile. “just making sure everything’s okay” rhiannon narrows her eyes, clearly not entirely convinced but doesn’t argue. instead, she stays close, watching every movement like a hawk.

later, when friends and family start to arrive, the real protective side comes out. the moment someone leans in too close without asking, she steps in front of them. “rhee, it’s fine,” you say gently, though you can’t help but smile at her intensity. “fine? they didn’t even ask,” she argues, her eyes darting to the would-be baby holder.

someone eventually does gather the courage to ask, “can i hold her?” rhiannon crosses her arms and tilts her head. “did you wash your hands?” the person falters. “uh…not yet”

“yeah, go do that,” rhiannon says flatly, jerking her head toward the sink. “then maybe we’ll talk”

“rhee, you’re scaring people,” you tease, adjusting the baby in your arms. “good,” she says with zero hesitation.

rhiannon who gets so soft with the baby.

rhiannon had never been one for softness. it wasn’t that she was cruel (only occasionally and only with people who really deserved it), just always rather guarded. most people don’t normally get close to her, and she likes it that way. but when your daughter is born, something inside her shifts: now, here she is, sitting beside you on the couch, her eyes soft as she cradles the baby in her arms. your daughter, wrapped snugly in a blanket, makes tiny movements, her little fists curling and uncurling against rhiannon’s chest.

“hi there,” she murmurs gently, her index finger gently caressing the infant’s closed fist. “yeah, you’re going to give us hell someday, aren’t you? but not yet. right now, you’re just my perfect little girl. aren’t you? hmm?”

the baby lets out a tiny gurgle, and rhiannon chuckles softly, her whole face lighting up in a way that makes your heart ache. “you don’t understand a word i’m saying, do you?” she says, smiling down at her. “but that’s okay. you don’t need to understand. I’ll tell you every day how loved you are until you do” rhiannon, who always acted like she could take or leave the whole “parenthood” thing when you first brought it up, has transformed completely: the woman who used to swear she didn’t have a maternal bone in her body now looks like she’d go to war for your baby.

rhiannon who insists on doing the share of late-night baby duties.

“i got this, love” she mumbles, even though it’s your turn. “you’re barely keeping your eyes open” you try to protest, but it’s no use, rhiannon is already getting out of bed. “i can take the next shift,” you murmur, voice low and raspy from exhaustion. “nonsense, i’ll take care of her tonight,” she insists. “you just rest”

you know she’s right, rationally speaking, but you also know how much she’s been working lately, how much she’s been doing. you give in, nodding weakly as you lean back into the pillows. “you sure you’re okay with this?” you ask quietly, watching as rhiannon gently rocks your baby back and forth, whispering soft, calming words. she looks over her shoulder at you with a half-smile. “of course, i’m sure!”

rhiannon who falls even more in love with you whenever she watches you and your daughter together.

from her spot in the doorway, she watches you sway gently, cradling your baby in your arms. the little one fusses, her tiny face scrunching up, and you murmur something too soft for rhiannon to hear. it only takes a moment for the baby to settle, her eyes fluttering closed as her body goes limp in your arms. “how long are you going to stand there staring at me like a creep?” you ask playfully without needing to look up.

“until you tell me to stop,” she shoots back, but there’s no edge to her tone at all. the truth is that the sight of you with the baby is enough to stop rhiannon in her tracks every single time. she crosses her arms, her gaze lingering on the soft curve of your smile as you adjust the baby in your arms. “you’re disgustingly good at that, you know?”

“at what?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you glance over at her.

“being a mom“

you laugh quietly, careful not to startle the baby. “takes one to know one”

rhiannon scoffs, but there’s no real bite to it. “i don’t think rocking her at 3am because she won’t stop crying qualifies me for any awards”

“sure it does,” you reply, your smile softening as you meet her eyes. “you’re amazing with her, rhee”

[kitkat13001]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝟸𝟺/𝟽, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

>> various aot x reader (sasha, mikasa, armin, levi, eren, and ymir)

waking up to the smell of sasha making breakfast in the morning, hugging her back while she hovers over the stove experimenting with some new recipe niccolo taught her. sitting on the counter and handing her spices and sneaking a kiss in where you can. laughing and chatting at the table as you eat and compliment her cooking. 

mikasa coming back from her morning run to find you still asleep under the covers and planting a soft kiss on your forehead. blushing and apologizing for waking you when your eyes flutter open, but accepting the pouting lip invitation for a real kiss before insisting she needs to shower first but will cuddle with you as soon as she’s done. 

armin picking you up from work for a lunch date in the afternoon. handing you the phone and letting you play a new song for him, tapping out the rhythm on the steering wheel with a little smile. giving you his analysis of the song over little sandwiches at his favorite cafe and sharing your drinks and comparing the difference in flavors. 

evenings spent with levi, leaning over the back of the couch as he makes tea and you tell him about your day. he nods and asks the occasional question, humming at every response and scolding the fact that you drank coffee that morning. he brings you the tea and you ask about his day, him telling you some brief stories as you drink the steaming cup and dissolve in his arms. 

taking a night drive with eren, feeling the wind whip your hair through the open window as he yells the lyrics to your favorite song that’s blasting on the radio. your favorite takeout is in boxes in the backseat and you’re on your way to the beach to eat on the pier in the moonlight.

having a movie night with ymir, cuddled up under a blanket in a tangle of limbs with unholy amounts of popcorn and candy. she complains about watching your favorite film for the millionth time, but you know she likes it anyway because she quotes every other line and insists you watch the sequel (though you both end up falling asleep on each other before the movie’s over anyway).

>> divider by @/agsthv

slowly getting back into it 😛 recovering from that fuckass midterm. have this while i work on the next chapter of eat your young and to the anon who requested bakugou for my event if u see this i promise im working on it!! love,

- 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine with a reader who prefers to spend more time indoors during winter. (oh to be born in winter and despise the winter weather itself)

-Smooch Anon 💋

Where the Cold Can’t Touch Us

Summary: You prefer to stay indoors, safe from the winter chill. Aventurine understands your distaste for the cold yet finds a playful way to coax you out of your comfort zone. Suggesting a wager, he challenges you to a game of cards: if you lose, you must brave a winter stroll with him.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Cozy moments, Winter Special, Playful banter, Gentle teasing, Warmth in the cold, Indoor dates, Sweet gestures, Companionship.

As winter's chill wraps itself around the city, you find yourself once again nestled indoors, wrapped in the warm, soft embrace of blankets and layers. The frosty air outside and the biting winds are not your friends—winter may have birthed you, but it certainly hasn’t won your favor. Fortunately, a certain blond gambler with vibrant eyes understands this about you perfectly. And, as always, Aventurine finds a way to make even your self-imposed winter sanctuary a place of light and laughter.

You’re sitting by the window, a cup of tea warming your hands, when you feel the sofa dip beside you. Aventurine slides in, his arms draped casually over the back, wearing that playful smirk that always gives him away.

“I see my favorite winter hibernator is hard at work,” he teases, eyes glinting with mischief as he wraps his arm around you, gently pulling you closer. “Tell me, love—if you despise the cold so much, why insist on being born in winter?”

“It wasn’t exactly my choice,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “Believe me, if I had a say, I would’ve picked a sunnier season.”

He chuckles, his voice rich with amusement. “Consider it fate, then. The chill just had to bring something warm to this world.”

You blush slightly at the compliment, nestling further into his side, the warmth of his presence seeping through the layers of blankets. Aventurine tilts his head back thoughtfully, as if considering some new scheme. With him, everything is a game, even these cozy moments, where he skillfully makes you forget the dreariness of the season.

“Since you refuse to step out,” he continues with a dramatic sigh, “it looks like I’ll have to bring the entertainment to you. How does a little winter wager sound?”

“A wager?” You raise an eyebrow. “What are we betting on this time?”

He pulls a deck of cards from his pocket, shuffling it with practiced grace. “A simple game of chance. If you win, I’ll stay in and play the dutiful winter companion. If I win, you’ll have to endure a brief winter stroll with me—nothing too far, just enough to get a bit of rosy color in those cheeks.”

You laugh, knowing full well he’ll somehow manage to twist the game in his favor. Still, you agree, because with Aventurine, even a losing hand feels like a victory.

In the end, after a series of close calls and playful accusations of cheating, you “lose,” as expected. But as you bundle up reluctantly, Aventurine takes your hand and leads you to the balcony instead of out into the cold streets. You pause, looking up at him, confusion etched on your face.

“I thought you’d try to drag me outside.” you say, shivering slightly as a gust of cold air swirls around you.

“True,” he replies, slipping an arm around you to pull you closer. “But I couldn’t make you too uncomfortable, could I? Besides, this way, you get your fresh air, and I get to keep you right where I like you—next to me, warm and cozy.”

Aventurine’s warmth, combined with the gentle embrace, makes the winter seem almost bearable. His presence is all you need, a reminder that even the coldest days can be filled with warmth as long as he’s by your side.

[assortedvillainvault]

Hi! I'm so happy to see your requests are open, I loved your Maleficent x shy reader hcs and I would love more for her. Can I request Maleficent x touch starved reader headcanons, where the reader is uncomfortable being touched at first bc she isn't used to it, then realizes she's starved for it and starts to crave it? Thank you <3

Good Evening Anon, please accept this humble offering! Love me some denial and a crumbling will when it comes to touch starved shenanigans, y'know?

PSA I can never remember whether it's Diaval or Diablo for the name of her raven, but Diaval sounds cooler. Regardless this is very much meant to be the animated original 1950's Maleficent, not the live action - no hate to it just not my cup of tea. Though it can probably be read either way so if you prefer live acton then power to you m'lord.

Maleficent x TouchStarved!Reader

Ah yes, her favourite game.

Her fingers are cold, and her nails thick like the claws they’re pretending not to be. The way you jolt at even the slightest contact is a facinating little game to her and Diaval.

You want to think that your snappishmess at being touched is offputting. Like you’re a caged animal, snarling away before you rip off some fingers. The harsh way you flinch from elegant (and unexpected) hands on your face and shoulders and hair gives you tension headaches and sore shoulders.

But from a dragons perspective it’s akin to petting a dewey eyed, fluffy little creature. Squeaky and trembling. A kicked-puppy sort of Cuteness.

Tasty

It’s no wonder her nickname for you is Morsel.

T’would bloody help if she would stop appearing silently in your personal bubble and scaring the living daylights out of you.

She’s so tall her horns clip the ceiling how is she so QUIET-

Half the fucking indecency is that she’ll run the back of her fingers down your arm or your cheek to ‘soothe’ you. You know. Like she does to her BIRD-

Are you a pet or a partner honestly.

If you actually ask that she’ll smirk. Archly, slowly, you can physically feel her gaze travelling up and down over you and you know what you (and your erratic heart rate) don’t need that question answering thanks you’ll just go ok bye-

Dear you’re part of the dragons hoard, she’ll consume you regardless. The lines between pet, partner and meal really aren’t all that well defined.

The worst part will be when you finally get used to the looming, heavy, weighted blanket feel of her presence in the room. Because when she’s not there, you’ll miss it. And it will hurt. It will feel like someone removed one of the walls without asking, and you’re exposed. You’ll run your own nails over your arms and it won’t feel the same.

Eventually, the lack of those condescending, brief, addicting touches will leave you wracked and achy.

When she returns, the sheen of desperation she can taste in the air has her grinning maliciously, and one elegant finger will beckon you to her idly.

Fffffffffuckit.

You’ll swipe at Diaval’s smug chattering later, you want her to stroke your hair and damn the conseqeunces. Maybe you’ll forgo all dignity and climb into her lap. Who knows??

She knew. And now that you've stopped being so silly about it, she's going to keep you exactly where you are. Really little one, did you expect to belong anywhere else?

[mythicmanuscripts]

As soon as you said a/b/o i was sold! And no omega!reader, you stole my heart! Let me know if this is too specific or not specific enough but could we know what would be the best way to court the omegas of team green? How would they want to go about it? What gifts would make them fold the fastest? Would they try to speed up the process against decorum if they got too desperate?

Ooo great question anon!! Since we’ve never discussed a/b/o before, I think I’m gonna write some general head cannons for courting omega!Aegon and also omega!Aemond and then we can develop from there?

While this answer isn’t really explicit, I’m gonna put it under a cut anyway just because I know a/b/o isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. All a/b/o will be tagged ‘a/b/o hotd’ so you can easily filter it out :))

COURTING OMEGA!AEGON HEADCANNONS:

- so obviously Allicent would have a whole line of alphas available and she’d definitely have one in particular that she wants for Aegon. Does Aegon listen to this? No absolutely not.

- I think the trick with Aegon is to find the middle ground between letting him be independent and also caring for him? Cause Aegon would HATE to be controlled but also he will giggle like a school girl and kick his feet if you open the door for him or pour his wine for him.

- while he does certainly like gifts, I actually think he likes small personalised gifts far better than anything expensive? He is quite literally the king he can afford whatever he wants.

- he could not care less about the giant gold necklace the Lannister alpha presented him with, but then you literally just pick a flower from the gardens that he told you was his favourite and when you give that to him he blushes and thanks you and hisses at the poor servant who tries to take it and put it in a vase.

- it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that he’s not exactly one for traditions and decorum, and so if he can see that you accept that then he’s so happy.

- he’s also VERY possessive. From the moment he thinks he might like you, he hates the scent of anyone else on you. He’s well aware that scenting is looked down upon before mating but Aegon found not give less of a fuck because there’s another omega glancing at you and he will not have that!!!!

- it’s also very important to just speak to him normally? He hates when people speak to him formally and put on this facade. He needs to feel at ease and supported by his alpha.

- also he will indeed get very desperate as time goes on, especially because allicent digs her heels in a little about his choice

- there’s a solid three weeks where he’s just losing his mind cause he knows who is alpha is. He can’t stand having to entertain all these other suitors, he doesn’t want them!!!!

COURTING OMEGA!AEMOND HEADCANNONS:

- most people get courting Aemond terribly wrong, because they see his strong and skilled he is and how he’s so very very intimidating and so alphas tend to think he wants them to treat him like another alpha? And make no mistake, Aemond has worked very hard to get rid of the omega stereotypes and he certainly wouldn’t want all the alphas in the keep to treat him like an omega.

- but…. He just melts when you treat him like an actual omega? The others bring him swords and books and armour, all things he can get himself very easily and none of it impresses him. You bring him flowers and the softest blanket you can find for his best and he just absolutely melts because that omega side of himself is so so happy??

- he wants to feel safe and loved and cherished and yes he knows he’s not acting like someone who wants that but deep down he wants an alpha to treat him like a proper omega so badly.

- So when you introduce yourself and ask if you can stand closer and ask before you touch him and offer him nesting materials and pretty jewellery and just whooing him like he's any other omega

-- this is because when you treat him like that, it means you see him as an omega deserving of that? All the other alphas trying to get his are rude and entitled about it, acting like because he fights and rides a dragon and does things not stereotypical of an omega then they can just demand his hand and he's supposed to be thankful that anyone is interested in an omega like him

-- but you see all those traits and just thinks it adds to how incredible he is? So when he meets you and you ask if you can kiss his hand and go for a walk with him through the gardens? He's sold.

-- During your walk, you have very real genuine conversations and you listen to him and you give him the credit he deserves. You know he's very knowledgeable and you enjoy learning from him. The others expect him to be quiet.

-- I actually think out of Aemond and Aegon, it would be Aemond who gets the most desperate and is the most likely to beg their alpha for more before anything is official. I know this sounds counterintuitive but I'll explain: Aemond never actually thought he would find a good alpha.

-- Aemond was convinced he'd either be alone all his life or he'd have to settle for some pompous alpha who uses him and who he'd spend most of his days avoiding. So when suddenly there's an alpha who treats him well and listens to him and who makes him feel so wanted and safe? It's so so so hard to wait.

-- Allicent warns him, tells him that he can't take this too far before he's mated because if word gets out that he has then he'd never be able to find another alpha but what allicent doesn't understand is that this is exactly why he wants more. He doesn't want anyone else to even look at him. He wants to be drenched in your scent and so thoroughly yours that there can be no one else.

[calebsamor]

❪ ★ ❫ 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐒.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: modern!aaron warner x cramping fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: lately, ever since you’ve got your period, you’ve been having severe cramps and bad headaches. good thing you have aaron warner as your boyfriend.

𝐖𝐀��𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: cramping, headaches, mention of period blood, fluff, pain, just aaron taking care of reader🫶

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 511

𝐀/𝐍: this was requested by an anon here! GRAHGGR I LOVE AARON WARNER LIKE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I NEED HIM IN MY BLOOD, IN MY BED, INSIDE OF ME. LIKE ID DO ANYTHING BRUH WHY IS HE JUST SO GOOD I NEED HUN SO BAD⁉️⁉️⁉️‼️(ignore my ranting about a fictional character)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @imaseabear (ask if you want to be added or removed from taglist! <3)

now, AARON WARNER knew about cramps. he made sure to read all about the cycle where women go through hell, in your words. but he didn’t know that it was this bad.

it felt like torture for you. not only were you on your period, but you also had massive cramps and headaches. so yes, you were in hell.

aaron went out a while ago to get items for you, like heat pads and necessities. but he’s taking too long. honestly, who takes that long to get pads, heat pads, and more advil?

even though it was only five minutes later when he came back, he still took long.

“hello, angel,” he says as he walks into your shared room.

you don’t respond, the pain is too much for you. aaron sees that and frowns, putting down the bags on the floor to take out items for you.

he immediately takes out advil and puts it on your nightstand. “do you need water?” he asks softly, not wanting to anger you.

“mhm.”

he nods and walks out of the room, just to come back with a cup of water. “can you sit up, love?” he asks, setting the cup of water down next to the advil.

“y-yeah,” you say, slowly sitting up from your spot on the bed. he smiles at you, opening the cup of advil for you and taking one pill out.

you take the small pill from him and put it in your mouth before he gives you the water, and you swallow that too.

aaron smiles at you before getting the bag again and taking out a packet with a heating pad in it. “do you want to wait for this?” you shake your head.

he nods, takes out the heat pad, and lifts your shirt, sliding down your pants just a bit to the pad below your belly button.

you sigh once you feel the heat of the pad, slowly making your cramps hurt less. aaron moves with the bag and goes inside the restroom, probably putting the stuff up.

a few seconds later, he walks out, the bag gone. “do you want me to make some tea for you, angel?” he mumbles, walking up to you.

you shake your head. “no, just want you to lay down with me.” he smiles at you, dimples and all, before slowly getting in bed and lying beside you comfortably.

he hasn’t changed yet, though. he’s getting underneath the blankets while dressed, which is very unlike him.

“aren’t you going to change first?” you murmur, turning your head to look at your boyfriend. he pauses for a few moments before answering. “you’re more important.”

you smile at him, before wincing because of your headache. aaron quickly engulfs you in a hug, gently rubbing your arm. “the advil will work in a few more minutes,” he mutters in your hair.

you nod, not wanting to respond. he sees that and doesn’t try to start a conversation, knowing that it’ll just anger you. dinner is coming later than usual, you guess.

[skmhlml]

I'm not the same anon who requests this but saw the sweetheart wife thing and...now I need white lily with a sweet heart wife all fluff please! Just a wife who loves to be cuddled by and be there for her wife...I think it would be adorable! Both so sweet and soft!

Date requested: 6/30/2025

Note: Finally figured out how to color my text!

White Lily Cookie x Swewtheart!Wife!Reader

|Headcannons|

🌺 She thought she knew softness…until she met you. White Lily Cookie always prided herself on being kind, warm, and nurturing, but you—you’re something else. You radiate comfort in a way she didn’t think possible. Where she speaks gently, you touch gently. Where she guides others with wisdom, you guide her with love. It’s like coming home, every time you smile at her.

🌺 You’re her favorite place to rest. White Lily has a habit of overworking herself in her lab—researching soul jam, ancient magics, cookie biology—but the second she feels your arms wrap around her from behind, your chin on her shoulder, everything stops.

🌺 You’ll tug her gently toward the couch or bed with that soft smile and say, “You’ve done enough, love. Let me hold you a while." And she melts. There’s nothing she loves more than being cradled in your arms, her head on your chest, your heartbeat a lullaby.

🌺 You love cuddling her so much, you’ll find any excuse to pull her into your lap or wrap her in blankets like a burrito. If she’s reading, you lean over her shoulder. If she’s standing, you hug her waist from behind and press kisses into her back. And if it’s bedtime? She’s not going anywhere. You spoon her, stroke her hair, murmur sweet nothings, and White Lily will hum contently, holding your hand to her chest. “You are the gentlest part of my existence,” she whispers one night, her thumb tracing circles on your knuckles.

🌺 Sometimes, she wakes up from nightmares—fragments of the past, of war, of mistakes made in the name of goodness. She trembles, and you’re there instantly, sitting up to gather her close. “It’s okay. I’m here, Lily. I’m right here.” “You… you always are…" “I always will be.”

🌺 You hold her until dawn, until the shaking stops, until she feels grounded in your warmth and love. You don’t ask for more than she can give—you simply are, steadfast and tender.

🌺 She calls you her “sweet bloom.” When she’s feeling especially romantic, she’ll tuck flowers into your hair, whisper soft praise into your ear, and write you tiny love notes in the margins of her journals. You keep every single one. You bring light to my days and calm to my nights, my sweet bloom. My life is richer because of you.

🌺 Together, you create a sanctuary. Your shared home is covered in soft pillows, herbs drying from the ceiling, preserved flowers, and quiet music. There are always two tea cups set out, always a blanket big enough for both of you. And wherever you go, your fingers are laced together.

🌺 White Lily believes in many things—hope, growth, second chances—but you are the one thing she’s certain of. “I think… this is what peace feels like" she tells you one day, curled in your lap while rain taps the windows. “No, love,” you reply, kissing her forehead. “You are peace. I’m just lucky enough to hold it.”

[boundbyeclipse]

angels of snow

genre : fluff

word count : 673

tags : younger!reader x current!james, a curse word used, all of this just purely fluff

a/n : idea suggested by my 👻 anon, this was so much fun to write even if it’s short and not a full on fic. i hope you enjoy this one! 🤍

It was a cozy little evening with you and James both relaxing at home. You were in the kitchen making some tea while James sat on the couch, watching some tv. The sky was getting darker within minutes as clouds emerged together, creating a gloomy atmosphere outside.

“Here’s your tea, darling” you made your way back to the living room and put the cups down on the table right in front.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Did you put any honey in it?” James flashed you a smile while rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

“Fuck” you whispered and rushed to get some honey while he was laughing at the way you almost ran to the kitchen. James always found it quite funny how you cursed to yourself whenever something minor would happen, whether it’s you forgetting stuff or just being clumsy. But he liked it, it made you even more lovable and special in his eyes. Even if you both had an age gap and people gave you certain looks whenever you two went out, overtime, you grew to not give a damn about that. And James was more than proud of you for being so brave and strong.

Right when you closed the doors of the cabinet you took a look outside and noticed a thin layer of snow quickly building into a thicker one as it began to snow with chunky snowflakes. You gasped at the view.

“James! It’s snowing!” you let him know.

He looked over in your direction and stood up, making his way to the kitchen’s window. While you stood there watching, a set of tattooed thick arms found their way around your waist as James stood tall behind you. It painted a smile on your face and you turned your head a little, looking up at him.

“Do you want to go outside and make some snow angels?”

“I’ve got an angel right here in my arms” he says, booping your nose to which you reacted with a giggle.

“Come on! Let’s put on our coats and get a little playful, please?” you gave him puppy eyes with pursed lips, hoping he gives in and agrees to this idea. He sighed and nodded.

“Let’s go. But let’s make it quick, or the tea will go cold”

“Okay” you nodded with extra excitement and gave him a kiss on the lips as you went to dress up.

Once ready, both of you stepped outside and found a perfect spot in your backyard for the snow angels. It was snowing aggressively the first few minutes, but as soon as you got in positions, the weather suddenly calmed down and it was now slow and pretty.

“It’s snowing so beautifully, don’t you think?” you asked, looking over at your man.

“I agree with that. Crazy how it switched up so fast too”

“I know” you giggled, reaching to grab his hand which you held onto tightly.

With one look, you both began to do the snow angels while skilling to yourselves in happiness. Moments like this felt magical and you wished they could last forever. But the cold snow began to send shivers down your body and you got up first.

“It’s really cold, we should go back”

“Yeah. I really need that tea” he smiled, walking you both to the back door and opening it for you to enter first. That gesture of his always made you feel giddy and happy. Excitement was always hard to cover up when it came to James being a gentleman. You absolutely adored him.

“Here’s the honey I forgot”

“Thank you, love. Do you think we should watch a movie now”

You hummed and narrowed your eyes, bringing your index finger to your chin while figuring out what that movie could be.

“What about Grinch? Old classic”

“That’s perfect, babe” James looked at you while stroking your cheek and gave you a warm kiss as he pulled a blanket over you both and handed you your cup of still warm tea.