#all hurt no comf

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Hurt

(Vee asked for a continuation of this piece I had requested of Taron helping homeless AU! Jameson after he was badly injured)

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CW: Description of wounds, runaway whumpee, reluctant caretaker, defiant/angry whumpee, some pet whump references

He'd made it to the alley near the guy's restaurant, figuring he could ask for some bandages or something - there's a good first aid kit, there. The guy's helped patch him up before.

But sometime before he could knock on the back door, he'd stopped being able to get back up when he fell down. The cold of the gravel and broken pavement in the alley had felt good against overheated skin, and he'd stopped trying to stand.

Then there had been a touch, and some sound, but Jameson hadn't been able to track it. He slipped in and out, bright flashes of pain, the sting of something over his stomach that made him flinch, murmured curses or apologies. In and out, dark and light. At some point he coughed and the pain was so bad he stopped remembering how to breathe.

There'd been some water sipped through a straw, he thinks now. There's a light somewhere above him, shining through his closed eyelids. A warm blanket.

And voices.

"Well, he's stitched up," He hears one voice say. A woman. He can't find the energy to open his eyes to see who it is. "I'll give Dr. Masood a ride back home. He'll live, Taron, but I can't take him."

"You can't?"

"No, and I'm so sorry. I know you're attached to this one, but I'm just not able to right now."

"Nat, I really need-... you're sure you can't, at least for a while? I don't know what to do. I can't keep him."

Jameson doesn't dare move even enough that they might realize he's awake. The disappointment in the man's voice, how he sounds genuinely depressed that whoever this woman is won't just take the inconveniently hurt little runaway off his hands... that... that hurts. Jameson didn't realize he could still be hurt that way, by someone not wanting him.

Huh.

That's... that fucking sucks. That hurts in a way he doesn't have a ready defense for. He'd thought the guy maybe kind of got along with him, a little.

"Nat, please. Please."

Jesus, he's begging someone to take Jameson off his hands? Tough strong scarred motherfucker so tired of dealing with Jameson's shit that he'll beg someone just to cart him away?

Jameson's teeth grind together. His side aches, where the knife had slid in when they took his warm coat, when he fought them trying to keep it.

His eyes burn.

Don't cry, he thinks. You don't cry anymore. You won't cry ever again. This is what people are like. Shouldn't have ever kept coming here. What, you think a runaway pet gets to make a fucking friend? Stupid piece of shit cotton-brained motherfucker, dry the fucking waterworks and get up off the fucking cot.

But his body won't move.

"I... Look. I just. I'll ask around and see who can maybe take him on. Do you have any idea who he was before? Designation?"

There's a pause. "Does that matter? For what you-... what you do?"

"Not for me, but... some of the others only take certain types. It's... it's a fight I'll never stop having. But if you have any idea, that might help?"

"No, I don't-... that's. No, I don't know. He just needs somewhere to go... and it just. It can't keep being here."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry-

They walk away, out of earshot. Jameson lays there, breathing as carefully and evenly as he can. Eventually, he finds his legs answer him when he wants them to move. He can still hear their voices, but farther away. They're not between him and that back door back into the alley.

Clinking of ceramic tells him someone's drinking coffee. It gives him cover to swing his legs over to the side and slowly force himself to sit up. Fuck, it hurts like hell. His side is a line of bright fire burning over the stitched-up wound. There's a shirt, one of the guy's. It's way too big but Jameson pulls it on anyway, drowning in the fabric. LIke wearing Nanda's old shirts sometimes, just so he could smell him when his master was away.

No.

He won't go down that road. Not now.

Getting pants on is harder, but he manages it. His own pants, stiff with dried blood, but fuck it. Fuck it all the fuck to hell. If Taron wants to get rid of him so badly, he'll make it easy for everyone involved and fuck right off on his own two feet.

Granted, his feet don't want to hold him. He has to balance against the wall, while his knees buckle and the world swims and the pains takes his breath so far away his lungs are screaming before he can inhale again.

But it's just one step after another. One hand on the wall, one foot maybe dragging a little, but he's been in pain since Brute, and he can keep being in pain forever if he has to. He was made to take the pain, after all, right from the start. Not pain like this, but... but he can handle it. He can take it.

And maybe this time he'll fucking learn his lesson. No one wants a scarred-up piece of shit runaway slut around. He's been bumming shit off this guy for too long already. This is just his sign that he's worn out his welcome.

He has to learn to stop wanting to be... wanted.

It's the hardest bit of his training to lose.

Everyone's just a different kind of shit, in the end. Everyone will hurt you, unless you learn how to stop being hurt. Stop being anything but a wall so thick that nothing can break through it, no one can break it down.

Pain rolling up his side, nauseating and throbbing, he turns the doorknob as quietly as he can. And still he hears the guy's voice say, "Wait a second-"

He tells himself not to pause.

But he does.

"If you don't want me around," He says without looking at him, voice rougher than usual and thready-thin from the pain, "Just fucking tell me, man. No hard feelings, yeah? See you around."

"What-"

Jameson nearly falls right down the steps, but somehow keeps himself balanced until he's walking as fast as he can with a limp down the alley, wondering how far he can get before his legs give out beneath him.

He grinds his teeth so hard his jaw aches.

“Wait!”

Just keep walking.

Don't look back.

Don't let it hurt.

Don't you dare fucking cry.

Not this time.

Not again.

[wifeyoozi]

House husband! Kim mingyu x reader drabble (comf + fluff + smut)

Imagine coming home after a long day at work. You had worked an extra shift after your boss has embarrassingly and sexistly reprimanded you in front of your important clients during your meeting. You are tired as hell, your eyes are aching from sitting on your laptop for hours, your feet hurt from wearing your business heels and youre just frustrated.

When you open the door, you are instantly greeted by mingyu who peeks at you from the kitchen, puts away whatever he was cooking and runs to you like a little kid, the sweetest and brightest smile on his face as he greets you and takes your laptop bag from you.

"hey, beautiful," he says, pecking your lips sweetly, "I saw your location near home so I just drew you a warm bath. Go and get fresh and I'll set the table by then." You smile sappily, feeling all your tension lift off your shoulders by the thought of a nice warm bath.

You strip out of your clothes once you reach bathroom and sink into the warm water in the bath tub, sighing in relief. The water helps the soreness in your muscles and you feel like you could sleep then and there if not for your stomach making protest noises from hunger. You lazily lather up some soap on your hands and legs and wash up before getting out of the tub and drying yourself up with the warm towel which you could bet was freshly out of the drier. You sigh dreamily, whatever good deeds did you commit to get a perfect husband like mingyu.

You pull over one of Mingyu's oversized tee's and slip on a pair of pajama shorts, heading towards the dining when the aroma of the food mingyu prepared. You settled on the dining table where mingyu was just serving you a plate of something new he made. He'd been trying to learn to make new cuisines from recipes he'd see online and have you taste them and they are always amazing.

"it's something greek! I saw a recipe and i know you like eggplants so i wanted to make it for you!" He told you and you chuckled. You took a bite of the creamy casserole-like dish, a satisfied moan immediately leaving your lips when the rich flavours reached your tastebuds. "Do you like it? Do you like it?"

You giggled at your man's excitement, "oh, I love it! So good, it feels like home!" Mingyu giggled and pecked your forehead before sitting beside you with his own plate. You two engage in mundane talks about your day and you tell mingyu about the horrible day you had at work and how he's already made you feel so much better about it.

"I never liked James anyways, your previous boss was better. Sad that she had to retire," mingyu comments. He then grins naughtily, nudgi g your feet with his own, "also, in case you are not too tired, I can make you happier~."

"really? I'd love me some fun dessert," you say winking.

Once you two were done eating and cleaning the table and loading the dishwasher, he picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and took you to your bed, throwing you on the soft sheets before kissing you like no tomorrow. You laugh into the kiss out of pure joy of how excited your husband gets when you are like this.

He pulls over his tshirt, revealing his hot abs and gorgeous body and pulls down his sweatpants, leaving him in his black CK boxers which did nothing to hide the big size of his hardened cock. You reached out to grab it, but mingyu held your wrist. "Uh-uh, beautiful, tonight is 'bout you."

He pushed your shoulders till you are laying flat against the bed and push your tshirt up to reveal your boobs. He kisses down the sensitive soft skin of your chest, nibbling and marking the flesh near your areolas and sucking on your nipples when you tangled your fingers in his shirt black hair. He moved south, kissing your bloated tummy (thanks to the amazing food your husband makes for you) and down your navel.

He takes the waist band of your shorts in his teeth and effortlessly pulls them off your legs, not having to deal with your underwear since you didn't wear any after your shower. Mingyu would tease you about it any other day but right now he's just too hungry to tast you to care about it.

He kissed down your thighs, bruising the delicate skin with his teeth. As desperate he was for your pussy, he never compromises on foreplay. When he was satisfied with his artwork on your thighs, he finally moved his mouth to your cunt, licking a stripe, his tongue dipping under your outer labia, moaning at the taste. Nothing he would ever cook could compare to the heaven that hid between your legs.

He used his hands to spread your legs wider and hooking then over his shoulders for support. He lapped at your juices like a starved dog, continuously praising you for getting so wet and how great you tasted. He entered his middle and ring finger, palm up in your cunt, thrusting in and out and curling them at the spongy part which made your thighs shakez while he got down on sucking on your clitoris, determined to make you cum before he could fuck you.

You cum surprisingly cum quicker than usual, your thighs shaking and hips stuttering over mingyu's face. You whined when mingyu put his tongue over your sensitive clit again. "Baby, p-please, fuck me already. I need you dick."

"I'll give you what you need baby, but I want to make you cum once more before that."

"ah! I'd love that, but I'll actually fall asleep after another orgasm, and I need that one to be from your dick." You whine. As much as you enjoy letting mingyu pull orgasm after orgasm from you before he even got his cock in you, you were too tired today. And as much mingyu loves seeing you cum over and over on his tongue and fingers, he doesn't want to tire you out too much. It's still Wednesday, and you need to go to work tomorrow, and he'd hate to have you get insufficient rest.

So he reluctantly pulls away from your beautiful pussy and takes off his boxers, his dick springing up against his hard abs. As often as you have seen your husband's penis, it never gets tiring to such over that beautiful length and thick girth. You reach your hand to stroke him a little, spreading his already leaking precum throughout the length.

He grabs your hips, slotting his cock head against your entrance and slowly thrusting in. You moan as the pleasurable sting of the stretch from his dick clouds up your mind. Mingyu stays inside for a second, leaning down over your body to kiss you. He starts fucking you, a little slow at first till you catch up with him, before putting into your hips like an animal in heat.

His loud groans matches your moans, your manicured nails sure to leave back scratches all over your back as you grip him tightly for support. Mingyu's hands venture back to grab your ass because he just can't help it and grips it tightly enough to bruise them with his finger prints.

You both reach your orgasm almost simultaneously, him helping you by rubbing your little clit. You cum first, breathing heavily as the dopamine release feel fluid in your veins. Mingyu cums soon after, your walls spasming around him post-orgasm stimulating him just the right amount to paint your insides white. The creamy seme leaks as he exits you gently.

He kisses your face gently, leaving to get a wash cloth. He cleans between your legs up with the warm and wet towel before getting another softer towel to dry it. You are already asleep by the time he comes back. He pulls down your tshirt to cover a decent amount of you and slides into the bed beside you, pulling the covers over you as he pulls you close for cuddles. You wake up momentarily to adjust yourself closer to him, wishing him a good night before you both fall asleep, happy and comfortable in each other's arms.

Now stop imagining cuz ain't no mingyu becoming our cute little house-husband

[schemmentigfs]

hellooo!!! i actually love your work so much.. anyways all this lisa content is amazing!! i wanted to request something but im not sure if you would write it, and it’s totally okay if you don’t.

i wanted to request a melissa x reader, where they’re dating and both working at abbott.. the reader has always struggled with mental health and physical health and mel and barb noticed it and gave the reader support and tried to help them get better everyday. one day during parent teacher conferences one of the parents starts yelling at the reader (which leads them to go into a panic). mel over hears and obviously goes to check on her gf, she steps in and tells the parent to back off and leave (very over protective mel). melissa tries to calm the reader down she thinks it works but it doesn’t and the reader is left very hurt still by the parent. the next few weeks r fell back into old habits and melissa and barb start to notice but especially mel. she ends up talking to the reader abt everything and it’s very emotional.. SO SORRY for rambling. 🩷 idk if this is triggering or anything so if it is it’s okay if you don’t write it. ANYWAYS love you 💋💋

Pretty When You Cry. (Part 1)

Summary: an argument triggers your childhood trauma and makes you return to self-destructive habits worrying both mel and barb, especially the redhead who knows that you struggle with mental and physical health conditions.

Warnings: mental and physical health conditions, body images, pstd.

i’m considering the idea of a taglist, so lemme know if you are interested. 🤍

That Thursday morning, you woke up with a bit of a headache and a slight grumpiness. If possible, you would spend the whole day lying in bed. Resting your mind that lately felt like a whirlwind of self-deprecating thoughts.

It was nothing new that your mental health had always been quite fragile. Anything considered small or stupid to certain people could trigger certain traumas you suffered in the past — most of them were because of certain family members, but it was better not to bring up the subject right now.

“Fuck,” you murmur, hiding your face in the warm and cozy blanket trying to protect yourself from the small sun's rays that escape through the curtains. “Why do I have to go to work? I would prefer to stay at home. Doin’ nothing just sleeping.”

The previous night had been a quiet one, a rare moment of calm in your usually hectic routine. You’d come home from work, order Thai food, and indulge in a few episodes of Criminal Minds: Evolution—a simple pleasure that provided a temporary escape. After that, you’d taken a long, soothing shower and spent time cleaning up the mess that had accumulated in the house. The tasks, though necessary, had left you utterly drained, and now your body was aching for more rest.

The alarm goes off once again, this time a little louder than expected, making you shiver and cover your ears with the pillows. In an attempt to drown out the noise.

“Stupid thing!” you screamed, closing your eyes slowly. “I fucking hate that sound.”

After finally stopping the damn alarm, with some difficulty you dragged yourself to the bathroom, sighing in relief as the cold water from the shower ran over your body. Brushing off any remains from sleep.

Shivering from the chill of the cold water, you stumbled into the kitchen wearing a robe, where you threw together a hastily improvised breakfast. The simplicity of it mirrored your mood, barely enough to be considered a proper meal. Since you just forced yourself to eat, so you wouldn't collapse at school and ending at the nurse’s office, throwing up. You then shuffled to your closet, taking your time to select the clothes for the day. Each choice seemed laborious, and the process felt like an unnecessary hurdle in your already challenging morning.

Your insecurity about appearances was a constant and noticeable presence in your life. Almost every day, you find yourself caught in a battle with your reflection, struggling to feel comfortable with the way you look. Today was no different. The familiar routine of choosing an outfit felt like an endless process, one that left you feeling both frustrated and defeated.

After some deliberation, you decided on a pair of black ankle boots. They were reliable, providing a sense of grounded stability and a touch of sophistication. Paired with them, you chose gray jeans—simple and understated, yet versatile enough to fit almost any mood or occasion. You held the jeans up to your body, assessing how they would look and feel throughout the day.

Next came the black t-shirt, which was comfortable and neutral, a staple in your wardrobe that rarely elicited any strong feelings. It was a no-fuss choice, blending easily with other pieces. You slipped it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, running a hand over the fabric as you contemplated the overall look.

Finally, you reached for the white sweater with the cow print—an adorable gift from Melissa on Christmas night. It was a thoughtful present, wrapped with care and given with warmth. The sweater’s playful design brought a small smile to your face, recalling you of that special night spent at her place. Its softness and the gentle reminder of your girlfriend’s affection added a layer of comfort to your outfit, despite your lingering doubts.

You pulled the sweater over the t-shirt, smoothing out any creases. Standing in front of the mirror, you took in the ensemble. The combination of black, gray, and white felt balanced, you still found yourself nitpicking. The cow print sweater, while endearing, felt out of place in the context of your otherwise simple outfit. You fidgeted with the hem, trying to adjust it so it sat just right, and sighed, wishing you could effortlessly feel confident in your choices.

“That should do it?” you question in front of the mirror, not being able to look at your own reflection for more than two minutes, afraid of finding a flaw that could stay in your mind for weeks. “I'm not the most stunning person in the world but... that's fine?”

The way you criticize yourself was depressing to say the least. Low self-esteem was normal in your head at this point — that could easily be treated with the help of therapy, but this idea was never considered. You had a lot of difficulty opening up to anyone about your problems and thoughts, preferring to hide all the negative emotions inside you. Not caring about how it could negatively affect you later.

After spending another fifteen minutes checking your makeup and fixing your hair, you head downstairs and make a quick mental note. Everything was according to plan, that was a good signal. Things were perfectly organized inside the bag, the snack was packed along with your favorite bottle of water, next stop: Willard R. Abbott.

All you had to do now was wait for Melissa to arrive and pick you up, driving both safely to work.

You quickly texted her, fingers dancing across the screen. Hi, babe. Are you already on your way? I’m ready to head out.

Since the two of you started dating, the morning car rides had transformed into a cherished routine. Every day, you’d hop into her car, a cozy little sedan that always smelled faintly of her favorite vanilla air freshener. The moment the door shut, it felt like stepping into a bubble crafted just for the two of you. On the way to school, you’d dive into animated discussions about the day ahead—plans, hopes, or even silly anecdotes from your previous days.

The radio often tuned into classics, an Elton John ballad or a catchy Beatles tune. You both often found yourselves singing along, the lyrics becoming an unofficial soundtrack to your relationship.

Checking on your phone again, you smile when you see new messages from your girlfriend. What’s up hon? I’m on my way, can’t wait to see ya. <3

I’m sure you look beautiful as always, pretty girl.

A faint warmth creeps up your cheeks as you read that. Melissa Schemmenti, a name synonymous with grit, strength, and resilience in Philadelphia, was known by everyone as the woman who always had the last word. The one who could stare down the toughest of problems without flinching, who knew exactly who to call in every situation — a woman who, with her fiery red hair and even fierier spirit, commanded respect wherever she went. Among her many titles, being one of the most revered teachers at Abbott Elementary stood tall, cementing her as a force to be reckoned with.

But behind that formidable, almost considerably enigmatic figure was a side of her that few had the privilege to witness. Hidden beneath the surface was an angelic, tender-hearted woman who loved fiercely and unconditionally. Her passion wasn’t just for her students or the world she navigated with such certainty; it was for the people who meant the most to her, the ones lucky enough to call her theirs. And you, more than anyone, had the honor of seeing that softer side often — the beautiful side of Melissa that would do anything for the ones she cherished.

It never failed to surprise you how your girlfriend, revered for her unyielding strength, could also be so vulnerable and open with you. Her tough exterior was only one part of her, a shield she expertly wielded to protect herself and those around her. But in the quiet moments you shared — when her rough edges softened and she let her guard down — you saw the depth of her warmth and care. It was then you realized just how lucky you were, to be loved by someone who could face the world with such ferocity and still be gentle enough to hold you close.

Your phone vibrates again, pulling you out of your lovely thoughts. I’m here, dolcezza mia. The text said, making you chuckle. The older woman was a speed demon. It was surprising that she had never had any problems in traffic — even though she had passed speed laws several times.

“Okay. It's time to go,” you say to yourself playing with the silver rings on your left hand. It was possible to survive today. “I hope it’s a great day, my mind is a mess to deal with any problems that could arise.”

After securing the door, you glanced over to find Melissa leaning casually against her car, keys twirling between her fingers—a little quirk of hers you found endearing. Every time you two were heading out anywhere, she did it. The first time you asked why, she’d just smirked and said it kept her from getting bored.

“Hiya, hon!” she called out, her warm smile making your heart flutter.

“Hey, Lissa!” you waved.

The closer you got, the more hypnotized you were for her beauty.

She was breathtaking in the sunlight, reminiscent of Aphrodite herself. Her auburn hair cascaded in perfectly defined curls, and she wore a black blouse, red blazer, black pants, and heels. Basically one of the signature Melissa outfits—a true goddess in every sense.

You could never tire of admiring her.

“Good morning, my beautiful angel,” she says, giving you a short peck. The loving act makes you flush immediately. “How did we sleep?”

“Better than last week, but I must admit I prefer it when you are spooning me and snoring lightly every five to seven minutes. Or kicking the sheets out of bed with your feet to use me as a human heater!” you reveal, playing with the various necklaces around the older woman’s neck. One of your favorite hobbies.

She laughs at your answer, rolling her eyes in a way to protest. “I don't do this. I don’t snore in my sleep, cucciolina.”

“Yes, you do. But I don’t mind, it helps me sleep. And is nice to be your personal blanket,” you responded before capturing her lips again.

“I must admit that I love when you fall asleep in my arms,” she said, against your mouth and rested her hands on your waist, pulling you closer. “Oh, baby. You are always so warm and soft, I can't resist to not use ya as my favorite human blanket.”

“Your favorite, hm?”

“Absolutely,” the redhead woman tells you before sealing her lips with yours for one last time. The mini make-out session was interrupted minutes later much to your dismay.

“Mel,” you whine when she pulls away. “That’s not fair.”

“Later, amore. Later. We’ll have all the time in the world when we get home from work,” she promises with a goofy grin. “Come on, we can’t be late like last time.”

“Fine,” you replied, raising your hands in redemption. “You’re right, but don't forget your word, Schemmenti!” The taunt makes the redhead laugh.

“Trust me honey, we Schemmentis never break promises,” she winks, slapping your ass, making you squeal in surprise.

“Good,” you tease.

—

The car ride was completely peaceful, your girlfriend took advantage of the silence and talked about a funny situation that happened at the Schemmentis daily dinner last night. Seamus, one of Melissa’s siblings and the teacher herself had made fun of Kristen Marie’s failed attempt to make Fettuccine al Pomodoro. Ending up in an argument between the three, Tony held Melissa. John Anthony held Seamus, while Mary Camille held Kristen, interfering before they could punch each other.

“I just can’t believe this happened!” you exclaimed nibbling on the corner of a granola bar. “Did she say something?”

“Kristen was like; Voi due idioti! Be kind for once in your life. I dedicated myself this time,” your girlfriend imitates her younger sister with a funny voice. “I don’t want to be insufferable, but that was worse than the shit Janine would take for lunch. And pipsqueak cooked like she was teached in fuckin’ prison.”

You chuckled uncontrollably with her comment. “Teagues and her meals. Thank goodness you gave her and Hill some cooking lessons. Anyways, was Kris that mad?” The curiosity spoke louder.

“Yeah, she looked like an angry dragon about to burn us both with her mortal glare,” the older woman confirms, alternating her gaze between the road and you. “Afterwards, Ma scolded us and we had to convince Kristen that she had made a wonderful dish.” Melissa concludes grimacing, making it clear that that was something she simply hated doing.

“That’s hilarious. I wish I could be there to see the look on her face. But between us, you cook better than her and anyone else, babe.”

“Smartass.”

—

As soon as she parked the car in her favorite spot, Melissa studied you closely and carefully. Before doing what she did daily: checking if everything was okay and under control. It was common for her to do this at least three times a day, it was a way of knowing what was happening to you that day and what were the emotions you were dealing with — you could change your mood in seconds. And the teacher knew this very well.

Once, Janine made one of her signatures innocent yet inadvertently triggering comments during a discussion in the teacher’s lounge. Her words, though harmless to most, struck a nerve, and within seconds, you were seething. The rest of the day, you gave her and the other teachers the cold shoulder, brushing off their attempts to defuse the tension. Everyone was taken aback by how rattled you were.

The following day, Janine nervously showed up at Melissa’s door—where you were staying for the week—carrying a homemade strawberry pie and wearing a panicked smile, desperate to apologize. Poor Teagues.

“Ready for another day?” your girlfriend asks with her hand on your thigh giving a firm squeeze. Something that she knew gave you comfort and security.

You unlock your seat belt and take a deep breath before answering. “Yes, I am.”

“Perfect,” she replied, her tone brightening. “But remember..”

“If anything happens, I’ll come to you or Barbara immediately,” you interjected, the mantra rolling off your tongue with an air of familiarity. Those simple instructions had been repeated so often that you could recite them in your sleep. Despite the tedium of hearing them, you knew they came from a place of care but it was exhausting to always feel that weight of caution.

“That’s my girl. And?” She started but you politely interrupted her.

“Don’t worry. That won’t be necessary, at least not today, babe.” Your voice held a newfound determination, and Melissa raised her eyebrows in surprise, clearly impressed by your confidence.

“Y/N, are you sure?” she asked, her concern and hesitation palpable. “I trust you, but there’s no problem in calling me. I’ll be here to help you with anything. Any hour, any second.”

At the beginning of your relationship, the older woman had no idea about the struggles you faced with your mental and physical health. It took courage to open up, especially after past experiences where your concerns were dismissed as exaggerations. When you brought up the subject with previous partners, it was common for them to treat you like a joke.

But with Melissa it was different, she listened intently, never laughed or brushed off your feelings. Instead, she thanked you for sharing such a delicate part of yourself, promising to stand by you as you worked toward improvement. Which felt like a lifeline.

You even established a code word, something simple that would let her know when you sensed a panic or anxiety attack coming on. This understanding made you feel safer, knowing she was ready to help you without judgment.

Eventually, you also confided in Barbara, who, just like your girlfriend, offered unwavering support.

“I’m a hundred percent sure,” you affirmed, holding her hand. “And I'm already a grown adult, I can handle things by myself.”

“Alright. That’s nice to hear. I'm sorry if I make you feel suffocated sometimes with my overprotection,” she shrugs, clearly embarrassed.

“Melissa, don't apologize for this. I appreciate your concern, you just want to see me well and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Your words seem to relax her and she hums giving a little kiss on your nose. “Fine. Knowing this makes me relieved. But if it's ever too much, don't hesitate to tell me,” she presses another kiss, this time on your lips.

“Okay.”

Parent-teacher conference week at school was always a blend of anticipation and exhaustion. It was fulfilling to sit down with parents and discuss the progress of the students you nurtured daily.

Most of them were eager to hear about their child’s development, offering warm words and appreciation for your dedication. You'd grown accustomed to receiving kind remarks about your teaching methods and the ways you made learning feel accessible. Compliments like, “You really care about the kids,” or “Our son has never been more engaged!” lifted your spirits, even when the work got tough.

But there were always exceptions. One in particular, had been a source of constant frustration—Kaya’s mother, Sienna.

Kaya was a bright girl but struggled with math. Her problems weren’t just academic; she also had a tendency to stir up trouble, distracting others and sometimes testing your patience. Sienna, instead of working with you to help her daughter, seemed to think the problem was the school’s responsibility alone. Her criticism was endless, and rather than discussing solutions, she often came with complaints. It was a headache you knew you'd have to deal with again later that day.

But you had no idea that it would turn out like it did.

Meanwhile, Melissa was in the teacher’s lounge, oblivious to the emotional storm brewing in your head. The redhead sat at the usual table where you, she, and Barbara often huddled together during breaks, sharing class plans or planning something to do together after school. She had a calm air about her as she sipped from her well-worn Tucci On mug, her gaze fixed on an article she was reading on her phone.

Barb enters the room, and raises her eyebrows when she sees the redhead. “Mel, how nice to have you here,” the kindergarten teacher greeted her work wife with a kind smile. “I must admit I'm surprised, I thought you had already left?” she said, pulling out the chair to sit down.

“Not yet,” she responds by leaving her cellphone aside. “I'm waiting for Y/N. We're leaving together,” she reveals, trying to hide a small smirk that threatened to appear on her face.

“I noticed,” Barb singsongs with a chuckle. “So, things are going great between the two of you?”

Melissa’s face softened at the question. “Yeah, they are,” she confessed, voice quieter now but brimming with warmth. “Y/N’s special, Barb. There’s just something about her... something that makes me want to be better, to fight for us. She’s got this way of making me feel safe. Safe in a way I never did with Joe, not even once during our marriage. I think... I want her to move in with me. It feels right.”

Barbara leaned back in her chair, surprised but delighted. “Sweetheart, that’s a big step! Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

The green eyed woman nodded, a smile growing on her face as she thought of you. “Definitely. It just feels natural. I can’t explain it, but she makes me feel at home. I feel lucky to have her in my life.”

The two of them continued chatting, the conversation drifting from their relationships to lighter topics—some classroom gossip, a funny anecdote from the new golf construction. They both laughed as they recounted moments that made their sometimes chaotic workdays bearable.

But just as Melissa was taking another sip from her mug, the door to the lounge swung open with a loud thud, and Janine burst into the room. She was out of breath, her face flushed with worry, her eyes wide with panic as if she had just run across the entire building.

“Guys,” she says, stuttering desperately. Alerting everyone present in the room. “I was in my class, packing my things to leave, but something happened that honestly seems quite worrying,” the second grade teacher starts rambling. “The correct solution for me was to run here to-”

“Whoa, easy, kid. That way you won’t be able to tell us what’s going on.” Melissa says getting up, handing her a fresh glass of water.

The youngest takes a sip of water and breathes, finally managing to say what she had heard in the hallway. “I think Y/N is in trouble.” she started. “I heard a mother of one of her students shouting horrible things at her. I tried to go check but...”

“But?” Barb questions with clear concern for you. Silently praying to heaven that you were protected and safe from any danger.

“I heard a loud noise, like something being thrown to the floor. Then there was a startled scream.”

“Shit.”

“Sorry for not checking, Mel. I freaked out and decided to seek help.” She runs to Gregory's arms, hugging him tightly as she trembles, seeking comfort in her boyfriend.

“Jesus Christ,” Barbara gasps in complete shock, her heart aching with maternal concern.

Jacob put his hands on his mouth, horrified. Mr. Johnson lost the grip on the broom and Gregory cursed under his breath.

Melissa lost control, clenching her fists, her blood starting to boil. If there was something she hated, it was when someone acted like that towards you. That was completely unacceptable. This whole situation activates the redhead’s instinct to fight or fight. No one laid a finger on you, no one. If some idiot touched you, they’d probably come away with several broken bones and a black eye. Or even worse.

“All of youse. Stay here,” she warns, taking off her earrings ready to start a fight with this mother. “No one messes with my girlfriend.”

Jacob offers, putting a hand on her shoulder. “I can go check on her with you, that would be safer.”

She interrupts him, sighing softly and puts her earrings on his palms. “You stay here, J,“ she repeats firmly. “I’m gonna deal with that bitch alone.”

As the second grade teacher rushed past, the rest of the crew watched her go, exchanging worried glances. They could sense the storm brewing ahead, the kind of confrontation that could escalate quickly.

“Please, Lord, give them strength,” Barb murmurs under her breath, her eyes following Melissa’s determined figure.

The redhead storms out of the room, running down the long hallway with slight desperation. “Fuck. Please babe, be okay. I’m coming for you.” Melissa whispers to herself accelerating her steps with each word. Your classroom was at the end of the hall, quite distant. Which made her more tense.

“Come on you piece of shit,” she growls trying to open the door as quickly as possible. “C’mon.” After what seemed like an eternity, the older woman managed to open the locked door thanks to a hairpin she kept in her pocket for emergencies.

“Hun, are you alright?” she asks breathlessly entering the classroom. No answer.

Her green eyes swept around the entire room, taking in the chaotic scene. One of the chairs had been tossed to the floor, your student’s mother stood in the center, arms crossed and seething with fury, while you leaned against the wall, visibly trembling terrified.

“What’s going on here?” Melissa’s voice rang out, sharp and loud, echoing down the hall. It wasn’t just a question—it was a demand. Everyone within earshot would know she meant business.

“Ms. Schemmenti. How nice to have you here,” the woman says with a mocking smile, making Melissa squint her eyes trying to hide the urge to jump on her neck. “This girl is completely unstable. I was talking to her and two minutes later she started crying tirelessly!” she pointed in your direction in an attempt to victimize herself. Which didn't work. “I don’t think Ms. Y/N is capable of teaching our children. There must be better teachers qualified.”

Anger and fear consume your body in a frightening way. “That’s bullshit! You came at me furious!”

“So besides being unstable, you’re completely rude. I must say I expected nothing less.”

In any other situation, you might have fired back with a stronger argument, defending your teaching methods or your worth. But right now, you were too shaken, too overwhelmed to fight. Her words cut deep, and Melissa could see it—the way you shrank into yourself, your body trembling as the weight of her insults bore down on you.

The redhead’s protective instincts kicked into overdrive. Rage bubbled up inside her, and she was ready to tear the woman apart.

“Sienna, I don’t know what happened here, but you don’t get to walk into this classroom and treat Y/N like that. I don’t care how angry you are, you will not speak to her with such aggression.” The older woman growls, crossing her arms.

“You only say that because you always protect that irresponsible girlfriend of yours!” she insisted. “Ms. Schemmenti, If it weren’t for you, this girl would probably be completely lost right now. Without you? She is nothing.”

Those words hit like a knife to the heart. You stood frozen, the world around you suddenly growing quiet. It was as if everything faded, leaving only the echo of her cruel words reverberating in your mind.

Without Melissa, you were nothing.

Your mind spiraled. The painful memories resurfaced—the nights of doubt, the constant fear of not being enough. It all came rushing back. The yelling, the arguments, the terrifying loneliness. You felt like that child again, lost in a nightmare with no way out.

“Enough!” Melissa snapped. “You’re talking nonsense. Everyone here knows that Y/N is an incredible teacher. She’s dedicated, she’s compassionate, and she works her ass off to make sure every kid in this classroom feels safe and cared for. You have no right to talk to her like that!”

The mother scoffed, clearly offended, her face twisting in anger. “This school is a disaster. You clearly don’t care about the well-being of our children!” she spat before storming toward the door.

Melissa, her voice low and venomous, whispered.“We care about the kiddos, unlike you who can’t even pay attention to your own child.” Then, under her breath, she added. “Fottuto idiota.”

The door slammed shut behind the mother with a loud bang, and the sudden noise made you flinch. Your entire body was trembling now, your surroundings no longer feeling familiar. The once-safe space of your classroom now felt like an alien, dangerous place.

You took a step back, eyes wide, as if the Melissa in front of you was someone else—someone who could hurt you. Your mind raced with the possibility, the fear, that maybe she would leave you too. Maybe, like everyone else, she would decide you weren’t worth it.

Your girlfriend took a step toward you, her expression softening the moment she saw your fear. “Y/N… babe, hey…” she started gently, reaching out to you.

“Please! D...Don’t touch me,” you stuttered, trembling, your body frozen in fear. “I didn’t mean to!”

Melissa’s face dropped as she saw the terror in your eyes. Panic overtook her usually calm demeanor, and her voice cracked with emotion. “Baby, what’s going on?!” She was already tearing up, the sight of you so terrified breaking her heart. “It’s me… it’s just me.”

Her voice, familiar and soft, broke through the haze for a moment. It wasn’t the voice of someone who would hurt you—it was Melissa, your girlfriend, desperately trying to understand what was happening.

“MEL—” you screamed in anguish, your voice raw with fear. “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

Those words were all you could manage. It felt like you were back in that old nightmare, trapped in a memory from your childhood. You tried to take a step toward her, but your legs felt like they were glued to the floor, unmovable. The sensation of being stuck made the panic worse, and your breaths came out in short, frantic gasps.

The redhead had never seen you like this before, this overwhelmed, this scared. Her own fear surged, but she didn’t have the luxury of freezing up. She had to act.

Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist, pulling you into her warmth. The feeling of her soft body pressed against yours provided a small comfort, a fleeting moment of calm, but it wasn’t enough to fully pull you back.

Melissa tilted your chin gently with one hand, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “I got you. I got you, baby,” she whispered, her voice low and filled with love.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you gasped, still struggling to breathe.

“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. This isn’t your fault,” she reassured you, her hands cradling your face. Her touch was soft, grounding. “You’re safe. This is a safe space. She’s gone now. She won’t yell at you anymore. I won’t let that happen.”

“Lissa,” you sobbed, your tears soaking through her black blouse. “She tried to—”

“I know, baby. I know,” Melissa whispered soothingly, kissing your hair. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. But don’t worry, I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

She held you tightly, her grip firm but tender. “Amore, do you remember our breathing exercises? To help calm down?” she asked gently. You nodded, your body still trembling but starting to settle with her touch.

“Let’s do them together, okay? We’ll get through this,” Melissa said softly, her thumb brushing against your cheek. You focused on her voice, on the rhythm of her breathing, trying to match it with your own.

Gradually, your breaths started to slow, your chest loosening just enough for you to feel the air flow back into your lungs. The fog of panic began to lift, replaced by the comforting presence of Melissa, always steady, always there.

“There you are,” she murmured, her voice filled with relief. “Cucciolina, are you okay?” she asked, wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“I dunno,” you whispered, your voice shaky but calmer now. You rubbed at your swollen eyes, still feeling the weight of the moment but no longer drowning in it. “Can we just… go home?”

Melissa smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Of course, we can. Let’s get outta here. I’ll take care of everything. And… I was thinking…” She hesitated for a moment, then continued, “Maybe you can spend the rest of the week at my place. We can be together every day, and I’ll be taking care of you.”

You blinked at her, surprised but comforted by her words. The thought of being with her, of having that security, was exactly what you needed. You nodded, leaning into her embrace once more.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” you spoke, feeling a small sense of peace as she kissed your forehead and led you out of the classroom, her hand never leaving yours.

Although, deep down you knew things were about to get really worse. It was just a matter of time.

[strwberri-milk]

I'm heartbroken and devasted bc Gojo a comfort hcs pls with the LDS boys😭I'm literally crying seeing every other edits 😭

i love some good hurt comf

Zayne catches the change in your demeanour immediately. He knows that you're upset and he'll ask you point blank what's wrong. No matter what it is, you'll feel him pull you into his chest, holding you tightly and telling you that it'll pass.

He's very solution oriented so if it's something he can offer a solution for that's where his brain will go. At first it might seem cold and callous of him but you've quickly learned over time that it's his way of showing you how he cares. He wants you to feel secure and to him, fixing your problem is the best way to cheer you up.

If it's a more emotional or less tangible problem to solve then he's a little lost for words. He gets quiet, trying to figure out what to say to help you feel better. You'll have to lean into him, wrap your arms around him tightly and thank him for just being there for him to snap out of it, holding and gently running his hand over your back and offering generic words of comfort.

Xavier is also solution oriented but he's also good at emotional support. When he sees how upset you are he'll try his best to figure out what sort of support you're wanting at that moment and offer it to you. He's usually perceptive enough to figure out what you need fairly quickly, providing you with the support you want.

Regardless of what he ends up deciding you need you'll end up in bed, surrounded by comfortable blankets and pillows. He'll hold you close to him, speaking to you in that soft voice of his as he tells you what you need to hear. He plays with the hem of your clothes, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you spill all your upset at him.

Rafayel can definitely find a solution but he typically doesn't go there. To him, there's nothing cuddles and gentle words couldn't solve and honestly, he's kinda right.

Rafayel immediately starts prepping some of your favourite treats and tugs you into his lap no matter how much you complain. He holds you close, offering the soft thrum of his heart to slow your speeding thoughts. You feel yourself calming down a little, resting your cheek against his chest and sighing softly, running your thumb across the back of his hand. For once he's quiet, letting you tell him all about how you feel. He offers little noises that confirm he's listening to you, really taking it all in so he can comfort you as much as you need.

[sigmalewife]

BSD characters with a idol s/o

Characters: Sigma, Bram, Dazai, Yosano, Chuuya, Kyoka, Fukuzawa.

Note: The Kyoka part can be read as platonic or romantic, the reader is explicitly of the same age as her in that part.

Cw: Mentions of diets (be careful!), minor injuries and obsessive fans.

Reminder that english is not my first language, sorry for the spelling mistakes.

gn!reader

Sigma.

• He loves your music :(

• Sigma can't go always to your presentations for his job in the casino, but he always make sure to let you know how proud he is of you!

• Sometimes he would be making paperwork until late at night, super stressed, but then you make a live for all your fans and everything becomes better. He leaves the live playing on his phone, as if it were background noise, and he stops feeling so alone in the office.

• (Although sometimes he gets distracted, thinking in how pretty your laugh sounds.)

• Sigma buys every merchandise of yours that exists.

• Even the not official.

• He often asks for fanart commissions from his favorite artists who are also fans of yours. Sigma believes in fandom solidarity!!!

Bram.

• Definitely was Aya who introduced him to your music.

• Just imagine that was one songs of yours that Aya put on play on that scene of the MP3. He's obsessed.

• Bram make sure of upload every song you make it, even the demos.

• After of a presentation, he would take the tea with you. Talking about the details. If you are in a group, he's more than happy to gossip about them.

• He learned the entire lighticks and fanchats system. Bram has it memorized as if it were very important ancestral knowledge.

• Bram it's so disappointed when he don't get your photocards. Definitely makes Aya buy other album.

Dazai.

• I hate him. He's such a lucky mf.

• The type of fan that always get the photocard he wants, and sometimes he thinks "hm, yeah, wouldn't be cool if y/n makes a collaboration with x singer" AND THEN YOU RELEASE THAT SONG DON'T EVEN KNOWING THAT HE WANTED THAT.

• Dazai is always there in your concerts, he loves seeing how your shine, with a crown screaming your name. Makes him feel so proud.

• The type of boyfriend that is always in the backstage, drying your tears when you feel that you didn't so good as you expected :(

• If he finds out that you're being harassed by some obsessive fan it's over. Dazai it's gonna make them pray for forgiveness.

Yosano.

• She adores you. I definitely can see her calling you cutie patootie, lmao.

• Yosano it's always showing you off to the rest of the ADA. What I can say? She just loves talk about you.

• You two go shopping together, and when a fan recognizes you Yosano put a hand in your waist, being alert to the other person's intentions to you.

• She can't use her ability with you, but everytime you get hurt dancing or something she personally takes care of you. Her hands are so soft when she bandage your feet.

• Same as Bram, Yosano LOVES gossip with you. She knows dirt of half industry just because you.

• Yosano takes pics of you being comfy/random in private and then edits them to when your fans see them, they get desperate trying to guess if it's you or not, lol.

Chuuya.

• He's like the best boyfriend for a idol. If you don't consider his job, of course.

• Chuuya can't go always to your presentations, but he's always on the phone, making sure your feeling good. He is very good at calming you down when you feel nervous.

• Takes you out in his motorcycle in a night ride when you need some inspiration for your songs.

• He have every album, but his favorite merchandise it's a plushie of you. He sleeps with it when you aren't in home for your tour.

• Chuuya it's also a bit unsure of his body, so when you are sad because you think you need lose weight, he's not gonna be hard to you (but with your agency/fans)

• He will use his free time to workout with you, it's like a personal trainer. But Chuuya loves most run with you at night, specially in the beach.

Kyoka.

• You are her comfort artist.

• Kyoka has been your fan since Atsushi took her out on that "date" and she saw you in the TV of an arcade.

• She loves how happy your look dancing and singing. The fact that you're almost her same age makes her feel closer to you.

• The ADA member starts to give her your merch in special events when they discovered that she was your fan.

• Now Kyoka have some albums and a plushie that she always sleep with.

• When you both become closer, Kyoka it's so happy to do normal teenage things with you. With the other, you both can feel more normal. No need to act.

Fukuzawa.

• Cat dad loves you !

• He MELT when he sees you with car ears.

• Fukuzawa loves the soft themed songs. Romantic ballads are his favorites.

• Soft man that hums your songs when his working.

• Fukuzawa always makes sure that your don't overwork. He pats your head and takes the afternoon tea with you.

• When you come back exhausted after a presentation, Fukuzawa gives you the best massage ever. He definitely knows these grandma secret medicines that will make you feel like a new person.

• Not really into buy merch, but Fukuzawa have a little keychain. He loves it, specially because it's a chibi version of you cat themed.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Tongue Piercing- Legolas x Alternative!Reader

Summary: Legolas is very interested in readers tongue piercing. They show him what it feels like

Word Count: 1, 262

The portraits that adorned the walls of the Mirkwood library could only be described as perfection. Legolas had wanted to show you all of his home, and had spent the past few hours walking with you and talking about its history and beauties.

As you walk along, viewing the regal art, you discover one that looks like your elvish tour guide.

“Legolas is this one you?” You ask smirking at the handsome elf.

“Um well, yes, yes that’s me. I didn’t have many portraits as a child, so last spring my father wanted a more important looking portrait done of me.” He explains bashfully.

Though Legolas was a prince and warrior, he could tend to get quite flustered when his status was mentioned. Legolas was quite a humble prince and he didn’t really like to be fawned over.

Looking up at the large portrait, you couldn’t help but marvel, not just at the quality of the art, but how the painting captured Legolas’ beauty; a beauty that was both strong and sweet. Taking in the art for so long, you began to become so enthralled that you hadn’t noticed you’d been playing with your tongue piercing, flicking it up and down and lightly running it through your mouth.

In your world, piercings weren’t all that odd and people didn’t really think twice or react too amazed at them, but in this world they were an abnormality. Being so used to your piercings normality, you were confused to hear Legolas’ light gasp beside you. Turning your head from the portrait, you look over to see Legolas’ eyes wide in both wonder and concern.

“Legolas, what’s the matter?” You turn to your new friend, concern now etched into your face as you lightly take his hand and shoulder.

Looking into his eyes and seeing his own flicking down to your lips, you began to understand. Seeing his worried expression about something you considered so mundane, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit.

“It’s my piercing isn’t it?” You smirk up at him.

“Yes, well, you, you have many piercings on your face but-I-I was unaware of your tongue. I mean your face is pierced and your tongue is um…” Legolas began to ramble, obviously not quite sure what to say, his flustered state making you laugh again.

“Legolas, it’s okay. It’s a tongue piercing. I have piercings on my face and tongue because they’re jewellery that I like the style of. I know it’s not common here so I understand your worry. Where I’m from they’re quite common.” You explain calmly to him, both of your hands now soothingly intertwined with his.

“May, may I ask you a question?” He says timidly, his eyes meeting yours shyly.

“Of course, Legolas. You don’t have to worry about offending me.” You reassure him with a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hands.

“Well, how, how does it feel?” He quietly asked.

“To have done or how does it feel in my mouth?” You genuinely asked.

“Bo-both I suppose.”

“Well it obviously hurts because it’s something being stabbed through my flesh,” you laugh jokingly, “but the pain was relatively quick and the healing wasn’t too bad.” You reassured your new friend.

“A-and in your mouth? I mean um..” he awkwardly questioned.

With the cute blush that now covered his cheeks and his awkward wording, you couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered state.

Since the moment you laid eyes on Legolas, you found him extremely attractive. As you got to know him, you found yourself craving the way he blushed and the friendly touches you gave each other. You hadn’t really done anything to properly flirt with him yet, but the way he was blushing and staring at your mouth, you couldn’t help but take up the opportunity to play with the sweet prince.

“Would you like to feel?” You asked him, your voice now dropping seductively as you moved slightly closer to him, your chests now almost touching.

“Ye- I mean if yo- you’re comf..”

Cutting him off, you take one of his fingers in your hand as you bring it to your open mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his, you begin to swirl his long finger along your tongue. He can’t help but stare at you with desperate eyes, as if begging for something more but not knowing fully what he needs.

Seeing that Legolas was definitely into the little game you were playing, you decide to close your mouth around his finger and suck up and down, putting on a provocative show for the young prince. Legolas can’t help but let his eyes flutter slightly and moan at the show before him.

Releasing his finger with an exaggerated pop, Legolas lets out a quiet breathy moan. Smirking and biting your lip at the prince, you place his hand on your waist as you lean in close to his ear.

“Would you like to know how it feels against other things, Legolas?” You whisper seductively, your tongue coming out to lick along his neck, as your hand lightly strokes his hardening bulge.

“Mmm, y/n, pl-please.” He pathetically moaned out, head dropping back slightly.

“Please what, Legolas? What do you need, sweet prince?” You continue to tease him, your pierced tongue making its way up his neck and over his jaw.

“I-I- I need to feel you! Please make me feel good.” His moans growing louder as you rubbed his bulge faster.

“What a good boy.” You smirk against his neck.

Grabbing onto the back of his head you crash your mouth against his in a heated kiss. As your tongue slipped into his mouth and began exploring his, he gasped out at feeling the cool metal in his mouth. Continuing your heated assault on his mouth, your hand begins to pull down his trousers, his cock springing free and bobbing.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you begin to stroke his hard cock. Your light strokes cause him to let out a whining moan, loving the feeling of your touch but needing more. Smirking and staring into his desperate eyes, you push him against the wall and drop to your knees in front of him.

Continuing to rub his length, you lick up the underside of his tip, making sure to dig your piercing into the sensitive skin. The delicious sensation causing his eyes to close and his head to lightly thud against the wall.

“You ready, Legolas?” You ask him, staring up at him sweetly.

“Please…” he begs sweetly, looking down at you with pleading eyes.

Smirking up at him, you lick the underside of his cock once again, before taking his whole head in your mouth. Starting to suck lightly, you begin to work him further into your mouth. The sweet moans and gasps from the elf prince above you sounded like heaven, and it only made you work faster with your hand and lick and stuck him harder.

It didn’t take long of your talented and studded tongue working Legolas before he started to lightly grind into your mouth, whimpering how good it felt and how close he was. With a sweet and breathy moan, Legolas released into your mouth. Tasting him on your tongue, you swallowed everything he gave you. Taking him out of your mouth, saliva and a small amount of cum on your lips, you smirk up at him as you give him one last little lick with your stud on his head, a small last little whimper leaving his sweet parted lips.

[opultea]

Helloooo your request are open right? Im sorry if its not. I just read your cuddling headcanons with GN who loves listening to heartbeat and my inner affection deprived self just— FSOAJALAKA *squeals*

Sooo im wondering if I can request headcanons about GN reader who's love language is physical affection and veryyy clingy and just crave physical affection 😨 Like they would literally die of loneliness because nobody hugs them at night (so me fr).

Maybe with Kaeya, kaveh, alhaitham, scaramouchie, tighnari, childe and diluc? ( If its too much then kaeya, scara and childe is enough.) Obvi fluff but i dont mind hurt/comf either :)

Sorry if this is too long, thank you!!

I'm happy to continue feeding you guys affection content, hope you enjoy!

Joint At The Hip

Genshin Men with a reader who's very physically affectionate ft. Kaeya, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer, Childe, Diluc - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Fluff - SFW - Romantic

Kaeya

Ever since Lisa introduced you two, and you greeted him with a hug, he was amused by you

It wasn't too hard to believe that a friend of Lisa's was overly affectionate, but he still raised his eyebrow when you linked his arm in yours whenever you passed him in the street so you could say hello

Kaeya admits that he found it a little strange at first

Weren't you the least bit worried that if you were like this with everyone, someone would eventually take advantage of you?

Though even with these thoughts in the back of his mind, he mostly just allowed you to do as you pleased

He found it funny how you always seemed so happy attached to him like that

Although he never dared admit or show it, he had his reservations about someone so openly affectionate with him; a stranger

But it didn't take long for Kaeya to sink into your every hug and smile whenever you took his hand in yours

He quickly learnt that you had no bad intentions, so he soon moved past his nature to conceal and protect himself by wearing his mask

In fact, it wasn't long before Kaeya was being just as clingy as you, clutching your waist suddenly to sneak up on you, bringing his arm around your shoulders as you walked or sat together, and teasingly lifting your chin with his hand

And once the two of you finally started dating, oh boy

Mondstadt better watch out, the clingy couple just got even clingier

Alhaitham

Has compared you to a parasitic creature in his mind at least five times

He never thought it insultingly, more like a genuine analysis of what you might have been trying to get out of this behaviour

Were you trying to butter him up so you could access a confidential file in the archive? Were you trying to pull a prank on him? Did Kaveh set this up?

He once brought this thought up with you while you sat beside each other, reading, your head naturally on his shoulder. You were a little offended by his use of the term 'parasite', but ultimately found it kinda funny that he thought that way

You tried to shift his thinking by proposing that it's more like a symbiotic relationship than a parasitic one

"It's hardly symbiotic if I'm not getting anything out of this,"

"Yes, you are! Because you're touch starved,"

Alhaitham choked at the sudden declaration, bringing his fist to his mouth and turning his head subtly away

"I am not touch starved."

"Sure buddy,"

It took him leaving for two weeks on an expedition to the desert for him to realise how right you were

He was touch starved, and he missed you more than he would have liked to admit

Good thing you were too, because the moment Alhaitham returned to Sumeru City, you were all over him and he couldn't have been happier for it, although he didn’t show it in his facial expression

And when you hugged him with greater force than he expected, instead of standing still like he usually did, he hugged you right back, bringing you closer

You've officially converted him, he is now an honorary snuggle bug (only for you tho)

Kaveh

You're his saving grace

He feels like the luckiest man alive to be able to come home and just let you cuddle him back to life after a long day of signing off project papers and designing and redesigning houses

Any time Ahaitham is making life hard for him (all the time), Kaveh just huffs and walks away, with plans to go find you so that he can indulge in your warm and loving embrace for a while

The best part to him is that you never need to be prompted to touch him, you just do it on your own because you like it

This means you guys have the perfect synergised relationship, since you love giving Kaveh affection, and Kaveh loves receiving affection

Of course, this doesn't mean that Kaveh doesn't give you any affection, not at all

He returns all your tight hugs and soft kisses tenfold

So if you've ever had a bad day, Kaveh's always ready for a little role reversal

He'll sit you down on the couch and prepare his favourite rose and padisarah scented face masks, and press kiss after kiss to your head while they set

He'll never let his sweet clingy little angel get down in the dumps, so he'll always be reminding you that you're the light of his life, and that no matter what you think, he would never have gotten so far without your constant love encouraging and healing him

Wanderer

The two of you have been dating for ages, and yet he has still not gotten used to how cuddly you are

His abandonment issues aren't going away overnight, and so he still has a lot of trouble accepting that someone would want to love him, no matter how much he loves you

Even though this insecurity has mellowed from its previous manifestation as general misanthropy and hunger for power to call his own, he still struggles with accepting affection

This struggle manifests verbally most of the time, so prepare to be yelled at when you jump-hug him, even if his cheeks are going pink

He has his own way of admitting that he wants you to be close to him, usually in the form of an insult, but you've learnt to read between the lines

Whenever the two of you go out to the markets for groceries or to browse, you take his arm and press it to your chest, your own arms wrapped around while your head rested on his shoulder, he would call you out for being dumb enough to need to stick to him

"Of course you need to cling to me, you loser. Otherwise, you'll end up getting lost somehow if I let you stray even an inch away. So don't you dare let go."

He's actually pretty proud of how much you cling to him, anytime he sees another man looking at the way you hang off Wanderer's side when you're out, he smirks and holds his head a little higher

Honestly, kiss him when he does this it'll wash his smug facade right away and turn him red

Childe

Childe himself is a cuddly man, so he loves to have his energy reciprocated

Although, he has a tendency to turn affection into a competition

Let's say you just got home from work, and you approach your boyfriend with a big hug from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling your smile into his back

Well, he's going to see this as a challenge, and as always, challenge accepted.

Childe unlatches your arms from him and spins around quickly, before wrapping his own arms around you and picking you up, rapidly bolting to the couch to fling the two of you down. Before your surprise can wear off, he lays on his back and brings you on top of him, curling his whole body around yours

He then has the audacity to smirk at you as a "Beat that"

Although you're just happy to be snuggling with him at all

Overall he's just happy to be affectionate too

You're his favourite teddy bear, and whenever the two of you snuggle down to go to sleep he makes sure to pull you into his chest and rub his cheek against yours with a bright smile before he wishes you goodnight

Very indulgent of your affectionate habits because he has the same habits, it’ll be a cold day in hell before he lets you get away without his daily cuddle

Diluc

Your affectionate nature took him some getting used to, that’s for sure

In fact, for a while he was quite awkward around you, not really knowing how to deal with someone so touchy

And of course you did your best to respect his boundaries, even when all you wanted to do was throw yourself over his lap and hold his hands in yours, letting him know how much you cared about him in your own physical way

So when you became a couple, there was no stopping the build up of hugs that you had spent so long withholding

Diluc was a bit startled by the uptake in hand holding and arm linking in your relationship, but ultimately learnt that it was your way of expressing your love for him, and he appreciated that fully

He sometimes worries that he isn’t enough for you, considering his own lack of physical shows of affection, at least to the level that you provide

So he’s often surprised that you claim you want to stay with him, because for all he knew, you deserved better than someone that still didn’t quite know how to show you that they loved you to the moon and back

Once you become aware of this insecurity, you reassure him that physical affection is your way of showing love, but that he has his own ways as well. Ways that make you feel just as warm and appreciated

Diluc is glad to hear this, but will still actively work toward showing his love for you more often. It would be his greatest displeasure if you were unsatisfied in the relationship

[mandofury]

Hannibal x Reader Collab Fic With My Lovely @atlasscrumpit

Hannibal leaned back in his office chair and laced his hands together behind his head. He only had one thought on his mind, seeing you.

You have become a favorite patient of his, your mind captivated him. Unlike his other clients, he actually felt like you were worth his time.

You had an appointment scheduled with him within the hour. The anticipation was pleasantly delicious.

A dark smile graced Hannibal’s lips before he unlaced his fingers and elegantly sat up straight. He fixed the paperwork on his desk and readily awaited your arrival.

The hour passed quicker than you thought but you arrived on time to your session nonetheless.

As you walked into the waiting room, the door to Doctor Lecter’s office opened and out came the sharply dressed psychiatrist.

“Hello Doctor Lecter.” you greeted with a smile on your face.

“Hello Y/N, please do come in.” the doctor replied and opened the door wider for you to enter.

“Thank you.” you said softly before entering the nicely decorated room.

With his back turned towards you Hannibal gave a secretive smile and closed the office door, locking it.

“Please, feel free to share what's on your mind.”

~~~

The session passed well enough, you and Doctor Lecter always had a good relationship. You thanked him for his time and made to get up until he stopped you.

“Just a moment, I have something for you.”

You smiled in acknowledgement and waited for him to receive what it was he had for you.

Hannibal went around the chair you were sitting at and disappeared from view. You waited patiently, excited for the gift he would give you.

It wasn't long until you suddenly felt strong hands come around your neck and restrict your airway. You tried to fight back but it was in vain

Reaching up you gripped his wrist as tightly as you could, trying to dig your nails into his skin.

He moved closer behind you.

"It's okay, my dear. Please, don't fight me." He whispered into your ear as tears began to spill from your eyes.

Your vision began to fade and the grip you had on Hannibal's wrist slowly loosened.

"Shh, that's it." He whispered as your eyes slowly closed and your body fell limp.

Cautiously Hannibal let go of your throat and saw your body automatically start to breath again.

He moved in front of you and knelt down, slowly caressing your cheek.

"Let's get you home."

--

Hannibal had laid you into bed in his guest bedroom, he didn't bother restraining you because he knew he could easily over power you.

Sitting beside your bed he gently wiped your forehead with a damp cloth.

It was perfect really, you had no one, no friends, no family, no one to look for you.

People would easily believe it was suicide.

Hannibal watched as you shifted a little and whined.

"Easy now, my dear." He whispered, stroking a hand through your hair.

Your eyes opened and you looked up at him.

"Doctor, Lecter... What's happening?" You whispered as he smiled softly.

"There's no need to be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered before glancing at the bruise forming on your neck.

"Anymore..." He continued as you looked up at him in shock and confusion.

"What is going on? You...you choked me." You muttered, reaching up to touch your neck softly.

"Usually I am prepared, usually I know every action I'm going to take... But, whenever you sit in front of me and speak, all of that disappears. That feeling is intoxicating." He said, brushing his hand through your hair.

You weren't sure how to react, on one hand you were terrified, but on the other hand it was Hannibal, a man you had trusted with everything.

The man you had told every dark secret to, maybe this whole time he had manipulated you.

You felt safe, looking up at him with his gentle touch on your hair.

"What are you thinking about, my dear?" He asked, noticing the distant look on your face.

You unconsciously leaned into the hand that was buried in your hair. Only two emotions ran through your body, fear and strangely comfort.

You knew now that Hannibal's intention was to manipulate you from the start but you felt safe with him, he meant everything to you.

Your eyes began to focus and you looked at Hannibal once again. He could easily tell if you were to lie so you decided on sticking to the truth.

“I'm just thinking about you, you truthfully scare me but you also comfort me. You mean the world to me, you're the only one I have.”

Doctor Lecter smiled at your words, he felt pride at your response. It was only natural for you to fear him but that'll change over time.

He molded you and made you have this need for him. You are everything to him and he will not let you go. The mere thought of you trying to leave made his blood boil, you're his alone.

Vanishing those thoughts away he spoke softly to you.

“You don't have to fear me my beloved but I understand, give it time. You're safe here with me, you don't need anyone else, I'm all you need.”

You smiled at Hannibal's words, you believed in every word he said. You're his and he is yours, you both need each other. You vowed never to leave him and to obey his every wish.

((From the moment you had become Hannibal's patient he knew how easy it would be to manipulate you into relying on him.

He knew everything, your past, your trauma, your needs.

He didn't care if he had to exploit them to get you to be his.

His life was no longer monotonous, it was filled with so much more than he thought it could be.

He knew you were happy too, whether you ever admitted it or not, you needed someone like him.

Someone to guide you, someone to follow and listen to.

He knew he would never get bored of you.))

[allthingsfangirl101]

Interrupted – Timothy McGee

It all happened so fast. One minute we were securing the building, the next McGee and I were outrunning a bomb.

"Y/L/N!" McGee yelled. "Get down!"

I gasped when he grabbed me and pulled me to the ground, instantly covering me. We held our breaths as shrapnel and building parts showered around us.

"Thanks, McGee," I whispered.

"Anytime," he said gently. We stared at each other, none of us moving as things slowly calmed down around us.

"Y/L/N! McGee!" We heard the others call out to us. McGee looked down, his eyes widening when he realized he was still on top of me.

"Sorry," he stuttered.

"It's okay," I laughed awkwardly. He got off and pulled me to my feet. I took a step but gasped when pain shot up my leg. I would've collapsed if McGee hadn't caught me.

McGee wrapped his arms around me and walked me toward the others.

"There they are!" DiNozzo yelled. He and Gibbs ran toward us.

"Are you two hurt?" Gibbs asked.

"Y/N's hurt," McGee said. "I'm fine, but she can barely walk."

"There's an ambulance over there," Gibbs said as he took me from McGee. As he led me away, I looked over my shoulder to see McGee watching me.

I wasn't sure where McGee was as the EMTs checked my ankle. After they looked it over, they carefully helped me out of the back of the ambulance. I rounded the corner and stopped when McGee was walking over.

"Hey," McGee said.

"Hi," I smiled.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not bad," I shrugged. "It's just a sprain so I feel a little. . ."

I gasped when he was suddenly right in front of me. "Are you okay?" I whispered.

"I just. . . I was really scared. I thought. . . When that bomb went off, I didn't know if you were going to make it."

"Me?" I asked, my voice soft. "What about you? Weren't you worried something was going to happen to you?"

"I didn't care what happened to me," McGee shrugged. "I was more focused on making sure you were safe."

I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. McGee instantly wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed me back. We let out small laughs as our kiss made us back up and hit the side of the ambulance.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What for?" McGee smiled at me.

"I just. . . You. . . Kissing you."

My face burned as McGee tightened his arms around me and pulled me closer. "I didn't mind," he whispered.

"Well," I said slowly, "if you want to continue, we should probably go somewhere our coworkers aren't."

* * * * *

With his hand holding mine, McGee led me into his apartment. He closed the door and locked it behind us. When he turned toward me, the tension in the room thickened. We stared at each other and let out small laughs.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "This is. . ."

"Awkward," I finished for him. "Considering the fact that it's planned."

"It fits us," McGee joked. I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"It oddly does," I whispered. Suddenly, my smile fell.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he tightened his arms around my waist.

"Doesn't this complicate things?" I asked. "You and me? Besides, Gibbs has a rule about never dating a co-worker."

"I know," he sighed. "He thinks it'll distract us from cases."

"He might be right," I shrugged, slowly letting go of him. I walked over and sat on his couch. He sat next to me as I continued, "Most of the time, when we're on a dangerous case, I'm not focused on getting the suspect or protecting myself. I'm focused on you."

"If it makes you feel better," McGee said as he reached over and grabbed my hand, "I'm more focused on you when we're in a dangerous situation. And, it might help if we're actually together."

"No, it wouldn't," I chuckled. "I'd be even more worried about you. And if something went wrong, nothing would stop me from doing something extremely stupid to get to you."

McGee leaned over and gently pushed his lips to mine. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, McGee laid us down on the couch, hovering over me.

Things escalated as we got more comfortable on the couch. I reached down and slowly pulled his shirt off. He broke the kiss and pulled mine over my head. We laid back on the couch with smirks on our faces. I grabbed his face and brought his lips back to mine. We were just about to take off our pants when the last thing both of us wanted to happen, happened.

"Probie! Open up!"

"Shit," McGee gasped, breaking the kiss.

"Is that. . ."

"DiNozzo," he said, climbing off of me. He stood up but stopped. "I hate to ask you this, Y/N, but will you hide in my bedroom? Maybe the bathroom?"

"Weird place," I chuckled as I stood up and pulled my shirt back on.

"Do you really want Tony to find you? On my couch? Half-naked?" He asked as he slowly checked me out.

"Fair enough," I laughed. I grabbed his face and pulled him back toward me. I kissed him and he instantly started kissing me back. Things instantly started getting heavy.

"Stop playing your game, Elf Lord, and open the door!" Tony yelled from outside.

Tim let out an annoyed groan as he broke the kiss. I playfully kissed his nose before locking myself in his bathroom. From my hiding spot, I could hear Tim answering the door.

"You're alive!" Tony yelled.

"Yeah, I'm alive," McGee sighed. "What do you want, Tony?"

"I need your advice," Tony sighed. I could hear him walk in and it sounded like he was heading towards the couch.

"What kind of advice?" McGee asked.

"Dating."

"Since when do you come to me for dating advice?"

"Well," he sighed, "the woman I'm interested in doesn't like handsome, smart agents like me. She's more interested in nerdy, awkward agents like you."

"Wow," McGee sighed. "I don't know whether to be flattered or offended."

"How can I get Y/N to go out with me?"

"Me?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Wait," McGee stuttered, "Y/N's the girl you want to ask out?"

"Yeah," Tony said like it wasn't a big deal.

"Since when do you have feelings for Y/N?" McGee asked, still stuttering. "I thought you would never date a coworker."

"I know," Tony shrugged, "but there's something. . . different about her."

"Different how?"

"You know I like the chase," Tony smirked. "I could win her over. But how?"

I held my breath as I waited for McGee to say something. "What if. . . Is she even interested in you?"

"I could change that," Tony laughed.

"That's not. . ." McGee stuttered. "Do you know if she's single? What if. . . What if she has a boyfriend?"

"Does she have a boyfriend?" Tony asked.

"I think so," McGee stuttered. "I mean. . . She may have said something about a guy."

"Damn it," Tony sighed.

"What made you. . . Why now?" McGee asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you suddenly interested in Y/N?" McGee clarified. "We've been working together for almost a year."

"There's nothing wrong with taking time to notice someone," Tony said, sounding like he had already lost interest in this conversation.

"Yeah but, when you notice someone, shouldn't it be instant?" McGee pushed. "You notice beautiful women right away. Are you saying you didn't notice how beautiful Y/N was when she first joined the team?"

"I noticed her Geek Levels, just like I did with you," Tony said. "It took me a while for that to wear off."

"Wow," I heard McGee sigh. "Tony, that's horrible. Y/N deserves someone who notices her beauty right away. Not after her Geek Levels wear off."

"Sorry," Tony said with absolutely no sympathy in his voice. "Why are you getting so touchy about this? It's not like she's here."

I couldn't hear the rest of their conversation. When I heard his bedroom door open, I finally came out of the bathroom.

"He's gone," McGee said as he shut the door behind him.

"Where were we?"

* * * * *

I was looking at my phone as I waited for the elevator. When it dinged and the door opened, I walked in. It was about to close when someone called for me to hold it. My stomach flipped when I saw McGee.

"Hey, you," I said, my face burning.

"Hey, you," he repeated back to me. He walked into the elevator and stood next to me.

"How was your weekend?" He asked when the elevator door closed.

"You know exactly how it was," I smirked. He looked over and we instantly smirked at each other.

"It was a pretty great weekend," he chuckled.

There was a small silence between the two of us that I had to break. "What now?" I whispered.

"I don't know," he sighed.

"I want. . ."

When I didn't continue, McGee reached over and flipped Gibbs's Shut-Off Switch.

"Tell me," McGee whispered as he reached over and grabbed my hands.

"I want this to turn into something," I admitted. "Something real. But I don't want to deal with everyone's reactions. I know we'll probably have to tell Gibbs but telling Tony would be like inviting him into the bedroom."

"Basically what almost happened this weekend," McGee tried to joke. "But if we tell Tony about you choosing me over him, that would give me so much to make fun of him for."

I pulled my hands out of his and flipped the elevator switch back on. He reached over and flipped it off.

"Y/N," he whispered, "I'm sorry. I really like you and want to see where this goes, too. If you want to keep it a secret, I'm fine with it. If you want to tell the team, I'm fine with that too. As long as I get to be with you."

He pulled me back into his chest and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. We broke the kiss but stayed in each other's arms.

"We should probably turn the elevator back on."

"I know," McGee sighed. Neither one of us reached for the switch.

"I keep thinking about what you said to Tony," I whispered. "It was really sexy how you stood up for me."

"I couldn't have him talking about my girl like that."

I giggled when he reached down and squeezed my ass. I pushed him away and pointed my finger at him. "Agent McGee, that was Red Light behavior."

"So sorry, Agent Y/L/N," he smirked at me. "Won't happen again."

"Liar," I laughed. He sent me a wink as he leaned over and flipped the switch.

We walked to our desks like nothing happened in the elevator. As we started work, we kept sending each other smirks.

"Good morning!" Tony yelled as he walked in.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked. "Did someone put crazy sugar in your cereal this morning?"

"No," he elongated.

"Well," McGee said but I could see him hiding his smirk, "based on our conversation the other night, there shouldn't be an extra pep in your step."

Tony turned toward McGee but stopped. My eyes widened when he walked toward McGee and lowered so they were face to face.

"Wait a minute," he said slowly. "Did you. . . You had sex this weekend! Who's the girl, McRomeo?"

"Just a girl I met," he smirked at me over Tony's shoulder. Luckily, Tony didn't notice.

"Oh!" He yelled as he spun toward me. "Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked, acting like I wasn't in McGee's room when they talked about me.

"Rumors," Tony quickly said.

"Well, not that it's any of your business," I sighed, "but yes, I'm dating someone."

"Really?" Tony smirked as he practically skipped over to my desk. "Where did you meet him? When did you meet him? How long have you been seeing him? Have you slept with him yet?"

"None of that is any of your business," I snapped. I got up and went to the breakroom. A few minutes later, McGee walked in.

"You okay?" He asked as he walked over to me.

"You were right about not letting them know," I sighed. "Especially Tony. It's none of his business. He's just a mouthy, egotistical, misogynist. And where the hell does he get off asking me if we've slept together yet?! I mean, sure we have but he doesn't need to know."

"Y/N," McGee closed the gap between us. "He doesn't know I'm the one you're dating. It's okay."

"But. . ."

"How about this," McGee gently cut me off, "tonight, if we don't have a case, you and I go on our first date?"

"As long as we don't get interrupted again."

"I'll lock the door."

[heavyhitterheaux]

Studio Time With The Triple Threat Harlows

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

Gif by @harlowgifs

Synopsis: The triplets want to spend more time with daddy and he knows just want to do to keep them entertained

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: anon who wanted dad!Jack content 😌

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You looked down to see that Ivy had gotten away from you once again and simply sighed. This had been happening since this morning with her wanting to be around Jack, but he was in the studio busy downstairs.

Every time she wandered off, you found her at the door to the studio trying to reach the handle and simply brought her back upstairs, but not before letting her say hi to her dad. 

This time as you made your way downstairs you once again found her in front of the door trying to reach up to grab the handle when you picked her up from behind and made her laugh.

"My big girl has got to stop running away from me!"

"But I wanna say hi to daddy."

"Okay bug and then we're going to eat something."

"Chicken nuggies?"

"Sure if that's what you want." You said while putting her down.

"Go ahead and knock and wait for daddy to say it's okay to come in."

She knocked three times while shouting "Daddy!? Can I come in?"

Jack laughed to himself as he heard his oldest outside of the door for the fiftieth time today and got up to open the door to see her looking up at him with those big blue eyes that resembled his as she had her arms out for him to pick her up. As you mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him but he simply waved it off.

"Hi daddy! I miss you."

"Hi gorgeous girl. I missed you too. And of course I missed my beautiful wife also." Jack said as he picked her up and she simply started playing with his KY necklace as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"You eat chicken nuggies with me?" Ivy asked with hope apparent in her voice.

"I don't know yet sweetheart. Daddy has a lot of work to do."

"But daddy take a break?"

Just then you heard two more sets of little footsteps as Autumn and Axel ran full speed into Jack grabbing one leg each.

"As you can tell you've been missed all day." You said.

"Well then I guess I could take a small break." He answered as Ivy clapped her hands in excitement.

"Then let's eat dinner. Ax, Autumn let go of daddy so he can walk." Axel reluctantly pulled away and you had to pry Autumn off of him in order for him to be able to move.

All of you made your way upstairs and Axel volunteered to help you set the table.

You handed him napkins not wanting for him to start running around with sharp objects because that child could turn a spoon into a weapon.

The Triplets got chicken nuggets per their request while you and Jack had chicken and dumplings which your mother had helped you make earlier in the day.

Once everyone was finished and the table was clear, Jack got up from the table and Ivy went to follow him.

"Daddy? I come with you?"

"Ivy, daddy has a lot of work to do." You answered but once Jack saw the pout on her face, he didn't want for her to be upset.

"Bug, if you do you have to be really quiet for me. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes!"

"Wait, I wanna go too!" Axel exclaimed while chewing on the cookie that you gave him.

"Ax, don't talk with your mouth full." Jack answered while looking over at him.

"Me three!"

"Okay since all of you want to go, I need all three of you to be really quiet and draw daddy a few pictures. How does that sound?"

All three eagerly nodded their heads as they ran off into the direction of where you kept all of the art supplies and was jumping up to reach them and failing miserably.

"Wait for mommy to get it for you so you don't get hurt."

You took down a few pieces of paper for each of them along with crayons as all five of you went downstairs to the studio with Ivy leading the way. Jack had to open the door for her but once she did, she ran inside and found a comfy spot in the corner as her siblings joined her. You handed them the pieces of paper and crayons so that they could draw their pictures as you went to go sit on the couch next to them, but you quickly heard Jack’s protest.

"Can I have my wife over here with me, please?" Jack asked with a pout on his face and you quickly got up in order to sit next to him, but he gestured for you to sit on his lap instead. 

"Are you going to be able to focus with me sitting on your lap?" You asked as you sat down with him immediately putting his hands around your waist and kissing you.

"I always can whether you're riding me or not and I want you to ride me so this will give me more motivation to hurry up and finish so we can get to it." 

All you did was roll your eyes in response while laughing.

"And besides I want your opinion on a few things and they look to be occupied." He answered while peering over at the triplets. 

"Okay let's hear it."

"And be honest with me. If it's trash then tell me."

"As you wish. But, I'm sure that it’s not."

"But if you hurt my feelings, I expect head before I go to sleep."

"Jackman, just play me the song please. And you never have to ask since I was going to do that anyway. I knew you wouldn't behave with me sitting on your lap."

"I am behaving!"

A little while later, Ivy got up and made her way over to the both of you to say that she was bored and needed something else to do.

 "Daddy, can you play with me now?"

"Not right now. Did you draw me a picture?"

"I drew you four." She answered while holding up her fingers.

"It's almost time for you to go to sleep anyway." You told her and she immediately crossed her arms.

"But I'm not sleepy!"

"Wait, I have an idea. Ax, Autumn come here." Jack said and they stopped coloring to come over to him.

"Do you three want to make a song for daddy?"

"YES!" All three of them exclaimed and you couldn’t help but to smile.

"Okay listen closely." Jack started to say to explain to them how this would work as best he could so they could understand and once he was done they were excited.

"Mommy is going to go in the booth with the three of you to do it, okay?"

"Can my part be about chicken nuggies?" Ivy asked and Jack simply shrugged.

"Whatever you want, princess. Are you three ready?"

They eagerly nodded as you took Ivy in the booth first and placed the headphones on her and sat her on the stool so that she could reach the microphone.

Jack started to play the track and you tapped Ivy's shoulder to tell her to start.

"I like eating chicken nuggies and playing with Ax and Autumn. I love my mommy and daddy. Okay, I'm done." Ivy said while taking off the headphones and hopping down from the stool and you and Jack couldn't help but to laugh.

"Ax, you ready?"

He immediately ran over to where you were and sat down on the stool as you put the headphones on and it looked as if he was thinking.

"You ready for daddy to play the song?"

"Yes, I have an idea now."

Once Jack heard that Axel was ready, he pressed play on the track and you soon heard Axel's voice. 

"Daddy is mad because I'm mommy's favorite boy. The end."

It took everything in you not to bust out laughing while Jack simply rolled his eyes as Axel smiled at him.

"I love you daddy!" Ax exclaimed as he came out the booth and went to sit in his lap.

"I'm starting to think that you don't, but okay. I'll let it slide this time."

"Okay, Autumn. It's your turn."

"My mommy and daddy can rap better than anybody and I'm next."

"Hmm, valid points were made, Autumn. Good job." Jack said as he high five her when she came out of the booth.

"Daddy, is the song good enough for us to get a Grammy?" She asked while looking up at him.

"Let me work my magic and it just might."

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[imitransform]

“Do you think we’d be in love in every universe?” D-16’s question hangs in the air, precarious – that is, for all of two seconds before Orion takes D-16’s servo in his. His optics briefly glance away before meeting him with all their warmth. “Yeah, I do.” D-16’s jaw drops while he tries to backpedal, to hide a confession he has never been ready to make. “Uh, I didn’t mean it like that. Y–You know ‘love’ as in like friends do and all, and that, and yeah I’m– I’m gonna stop talking now.” Orion laughs, warm, and not at all awkward, and like he knows what D-16 really means. He brings D-16’s heavy servo to his intake and does not kiss it. Somehow, it feels like a promise.

Or: D-16 and Orion Pax spend a night star-gazing shortly after the Iacon 5000. The next morning, they wake as Megatron and Optimus Prime.

I wrote a lil hurt/comf fix-it fic because tfone left me with some megop feels (๑•̀ㅁ•́๑)✧ Featuring: multiple universes with a 'bad ending' megop pairing and an orion pax and d-16 that never went to the surface....

[strwberri-milk]

Streaks of Vermillion

Rafayel x Reader || Hurt/Comf || 1, 238 words

a/n: uhh i finished the myths for rafa and thought this thing up and its has referenced death of reader but youre not acc dead i promise its all the set up hurt/comf/rafa feeling so many Things for you

Oh God what he would give to stop seeing that colour on you.

To the God of the Sea, this is the happiest day of his life.

And when he kisses her, he devotes the entire ocean to his beloved.

It couldn’t have been better if he willed it. The sight of you standing in front of him, arms wrapped tightly around his waist as you playfully scold him to not try dropping you into the crystalline azure beneath your feet. He can barely hear it with the blood rushing through his ears, the angelic notes of your voice brushing against him like seaweed against his fingertips.

To surrender his heart to you is a happy thing, he thinks. It wouldn’t change things, not at all. You’ve held his heart in your hands since the day he met you. Your fingers brushed against the surface of his being, shallow ripples drawing the attention of an ever curious younger him. The only thing he knows with confidence from that moment forward was how to love you.

It’s why he’s deluding himself that your voice in his ear isn’t slowly getting weaker, tears staining the side of his throat simply just tears of joy. You were happy, weren’t you? You told him as much constantly, reminding him that he is – no, was – your saviour. It’s why he pretends your normally secure grip on him is loosening, fingers trembling against his shoulders in a way he knows isn’t pleasure.

The hot release of your body coats his fingers, lithe hands unable to turn wrists in the way that you need him to. Instead, he holds you tightly, muttering affectionate words into your ear.

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“Just hang on, just a little longer.”

“That’s it, just like that.”

They burn his throat coming up, butterflies in his stomach pounding incessantly against skin and bone – maybe they’re scales now, he can’t tell.

You gasp in response, a pathetic sounding whimper ringing out and making his stomach drop.

“Rafayel, please,” you plead, stuttering breaths pushing insistently against the column of his throat.

His hand is sticky, blood already beginning to dry in the arid temperatures of the desert. The blade penetrates your body, just shy of the heart you’ve returned to him.

He feels your hand come up to cup his cheek, a reassuring smile still on your face.

“I meant it when I said it Rafayel. My heart is yours. From this life to the next.”

Your body is cold to the touch. He can’t explain why. You were just fine earlier, smiling brightly at him as you tried to convince him to rest. Sunlight streams in through the windows and he thought the rays supposed to keep you warm.

He can’t understand why this is happening to him again, not here, not now.

Scarlet pools underneath your body, Rafayel’s eyes unable to see anything else. His breath catches in his chest, bile rising up in his throat and tainting his breath.

His arms go under your body, recoiling at how warm it is there. He feels your heat slowly dissipating, streaks of read marking his hands and your face. He wills himself not to lose focus, picking you up to try and get you some help. He feels the thudding of his heart pounding heavily against his chest, trying in vain not to throw up at the feeling in his stomach.

He can hear your voice calling to him. His name always sounds so pretty on your tongue and it’s all he can think about before he hears the loud thud of your body hitting the ground.

“Rafayel! What are you doing?!”

Your perplexed expression looks up at him from the ground. He watches you massage the side of your body that hit the ground, grimacing a little.

“Why are your hands so cold? And why didn’t you respond after I started hitting you?!”

“I…I was washing paintbrushes,” he replies numbly, faintly remembering getting up to try and organise some of his supplies.

“The water heater’s been acting up so all the water in the house is ice cold. I forgot.”

Vibrant hues of red and orange dye his room from the setting sun, painting your face and body in them. It takes his eyes a while to readjust to the vibrancy, shaky fingers wanting to reach out and hold you but he can’t be sure this is reality. He looks to his hands, clenching them into fists to try and restore some feeling into the stiff joints.

“Poor thing,” you coo, picking up on the change in his demeanour as you reach out to take his hands and try to warm them up in yours.

“You must be freezing. It’s like there was no blood running to your hands at all.”

You were horribly wrong. There was blood – far too much of it.

Silence envelopes the two of you, something Rafayel was beginning to forget when he found you again. You choose not to let it bother you too much, seeing the somber expression on his face. You’re not sure what to make of it, biting your lip as you try to find the right words to say to him.

“Do you…want to talk about it?” you try after a moment.

“About what?”

Rafayel’s long since turned his attention to an abandoned canvas in front of him. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He stiffens in your hold for half a second before relaxing, exhaling deeply.

“You’re not normally that spaced out. Do you remember anything?”

He turns to face you for a brief second before looking back to the canvas. You can’t tell if his refusal to answer is because he’s genuinely forgotten or because he’s choosing not to answer you. You decide it’s the former and help him out.

“You were absolutely exhausted so I told you to go take a nap. Then I got tired so I laid down with you. I guess you woke up before I did and went back to your painting. Next thing I know you woke me up with a death grip around my body and proceeded to ignore me until I threw myself out of your arms and onto the floor.”

He remains silent and you find it a little foreboding. Rafayel’s chatty nature was something that endeared him to you. You know it’s a representation of his affection to you and the fact that he’s quiet always means he’s thinking about things. Despite the overly dramatic and whiney personality that Rafayel had you understood well that it was a cover for something he wasn’t yet comfortable enough telling you.

You bury your face in his neck, breathing in the smell of salt and paint mixed in with something unmistakably him. He leans into your touch, showing you that he heard you.

“Is that so?” he says after a bit, suddenly standing up and taking your hand in his.

You find yourself being taken back to his bed, quietly pushed against the sheets and pulled into his arms. You don’t miss the way his hand comes up to rest against your chest, Rafayel’s breath tickling your hair as he takes a deep breath.

“Did you have a nightmare or something?” you try again, ignoring the slight gnawing in your stomach of concern for him.

“Just thought about something I wish I could forget,” he mumbles, mind tiredly counting out the beating of your heart.

[thehollowwriter]

*Skerks down the hallway like a cat coming down with zoomies* I heard you were doing Rollo fluff only requests, so I jumped into your ask box IMMEDIATELY. Do you think you could do some bed-time snuggles with him? I just want to cuddle this obviously touched-starved, emotionally repressed twink so bad you don't even KNOW. He'd probably say he isn't touch starved, that he's only does this because you seem to enjoy it, but then we'd wake up the next morning with half his weight on top of us and him clinging like a desperate koala and refusing to let go. No obsession, no sexual undertones, just a depressed man finding solace in a soft bed, thick blankets, and the warmth of another's arms, finding the peaceful sleep he hasn't know for years.

Aaah this is so cute! Thank you for this anon! ^^

Summary: You convince Rollo to get some well needed sleep. Cuddles ensue.

Warnings: None

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

In Your Grasp

The first thing that came to your mind when you laid eyes on Rollo Flamme was "wow, he needs some sleep."

It wasn't an unusual conclusion. Many people thought the same. The intense gaze of his dark green eyes were just as tired as it was intense. His posture and mannerisms, slow and lethargic as they were prim and proper.

Now, the both of you were dating. It was many months after the events of the masquerade and that thought hasn't changed.

Still, after all this time, the large bags under Rollo's eyes remained.

Rollo was a hard worker and a busybody who rarely gave himself a break. He often stayed up late or even all night in order to get whatever he wanted done, whether it be studying, homework, paperwork for his fellow students or chores.

You knew that he avoided going to bed because he struggled to sleep. He had told you once, during a quiet moment together, that simply laying there alone with his thoughts and nothing to distract him led to thinking about his brother, which in turn led to nightmares plaguing the few moments of sleep he did experience.

While you did sympathise with this, sitting on the edge of his bed watching him fight to stay awake and complete his work made you decide it was time to stop him.

"Rollo," You said softly, taking the paper from his hands. "Rollo you need to go to bed. It's late."

Your words were met with a huff and a dismissive hand wave. "I'm not tired. You should go to bed now, though."

"Not tired? Rollo, look at yourself. You're about to keel over. You drifted off at least twice."

At Rollo's silent, almost disbelieving stare, you sighed. "Let me stay here with you tonight. We can lie together until you fall asleep."

There was a moment were Rollo didn't react, his tired brain taking a pause to process your words. When it did, his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink.

"T-Together?" He stammered. "My flame, I-I am not sure about that."

"Don't worry about it," You assured him smiling. "It'll be nice. Besides." You gestured to his large bed tucked into the corner of the room. "There's plenty of space so we won't annoy each other."

Rollo, still pink, looked at you, then at the bed, then his work and then at you again. He gazed at the paper in your hands, squinting.

The words looked blurry. His head was fuzzy. His eyes hurt. He felt heavy.

"Alright," He relented with a sigh. "Let me get ready and I'll... I'll join you in a few minutes."

You, already in your pajamas, sighed in relief and gently kissed his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you." You said, moving to nestle under the blankets.

Rollo set his work aside and and began to get ready for bed, his cheeks burning a much brighter red at the thought of sharing a bed with you.

He blinked, staring to the mirror as he removed his make up, a million flustered thoughts whirling through his mind.

Sleeping... together? In the same bed? Next to you and your warm soft self? You, likely to sleep far more fitfully than he ever would?

Surely, you would rather sleep in your own bed? The one you were familiar with in feeling, scent and comfort? Your room wasn't far from his, it wasn't a long trip and he could walk with you.

Rollo was standing next to his bed in his pajamas before his mind caught up with him and the flustered thoughts began to dissipate.

Still red and unsure, he simply stood there with his hands at his sides and his eyebrows furrowed, looking between you and his bed.

After two excruciating minutes, Rollo carefully lifted the black, royal purple and wine red covers and climbed in next to you. He was stiff and awkward in his movement, biting his lip almost as if he was embarrassed.

He lay in his back, and stared at the dark ceiling with exhausted dark green eyes. Stubbornly, they refused to shut long enough to let him sleep, flying open at the images that would flash behind his eyelids.

It was just like always.

Alone, in the oppressive silence of his room, images of his brother and Rollo's own failure to rip magic from the world dominated his psyche, making his breath catch in his throat and his mouth open in a silent gasp.

No... no that wasn't quite right. He wasn't alone. You were right next to him, huddled under the blankets and facing towards.

"Mon chéri," Rollo began before he could stop himself. "May we... talk? Please?"

Please. Anything to fill the dreadful silence weighing down on him, suffocating him. Please please please please please-

"Sure," You said, and he could hear the smile in your voice. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything." It took every bit of willpower Rollo had to avoid sounding as desperate as he felt. "I don't mind."

He could feel your gaze, brimming with concern, burning into you.

"Why don't you tell me about your day?" You asked after a pause. "I remember you looked like you wanted to throttle someone earlier. Who was the poor fool this time?"

Rollo let out a breath and rolled his eyes. "Today was... fine. Things were going smoothly despite that idiot Solomon's best efforts. It's impossible to get anything done when he's always glued to his phone..."

His voice flowed into the silence and was soon joined by yours. You shifted from one topic to another, talking about anything and everything. Rollo hung onto your every word, and you returned the gesture.

Slowly, Rollo shifted closer to you, pressing against you and taking hold of your hand in a tight grip. You wrapped your arm around him and his stiff body relaxed a little, comforted by your touch.

It was late when you realised Rollo had stopped speaking. You looked to your side to find him resting his head on your shoulder, eyes closed and chest gently rising and falling.

You smiled at the sight and gently kissed the top of his head.

"Goodnight, Rollo." You murmured. Your own eyes slid shut and slowly the world began to fade away.

***

Gentle golden beams of sunlight filtering through the curtains caused your eyes to flutter open and blink away the sleep.

Stiff and uncomfortable, you tried to turn over and stretch, only to find you couldn't move. Something heavy was weighing you down.

It took a few moments, but your tired mind eventually registered that it was in fact Rollo keeping you pinned on your side.

Rollo had his face buried in your neck and his arms wrapped around you as tightly as possible. His legs were tangled with yours, the position ensuring he was pressed as tightly against you as possible, holding you as if he were afraid you would disappear.

Despite your discomfort, you hadn't the heart to move him. He looked serene, a rare expression to see on his face. You chuckled and gently threaded your fingers through his short white hair, kissing his temple.

"I love you, Rollo."

......................................

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I got excited writing this, so it'd about 1k words in length urugututur

Tagging: @distant-velleity

[hephaestn]

The twinkling lights from Tommy’s garage were all blurred out in his vision, colors mixing together. Blue and green. Green and red. Red and yellow. He wanted to get up, tear the Christmas lights down, step on them, crush the stupid plastic with the heel of his boot.

Steve and Nancy sat on the couch opposite of him, across the room, underneath the stupid, glowing, awful Christmas lights. Kissing and giggling.

He felt Tommy’s elbow on his ribs. Billy knew the freckled-face boy sat next to him was about to make a joke of some sort, as he always did after elbowing Billy.

“They’re worse now than before their breakup. Always joined at the mouth,” Tommy slurred against his beer bottle.

“It’s disgusting,” Billy spit out.

“What, Hargrove? Did you want Wheeler all for yourself?” Tommy giggled as he took another sip of beer.

Billy could barely stand up but he tried anyway. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. The alcohol in his bloodstream was dizzying, heating up his muscles, making him want to take off his leather jacket. He craved a cool breeze, freezing cold rain splattering against his skin.

He made his way out of the garage door and let his lungs get filled by the cold air. It dissipated some of the alcohol from his mind, made him feel more himself, somehow. The hot, sweaty air within the room behind him was driving him insane. A small part of his brain wanted to tell him it wasn’t the stuffy air that was driving him insane; it was them—him. His stupid love-sick smiles at anything the stuck-up Wheeler bimbo said and did. His hand moving away her hair before he kissed her. His eyes staring at Billy from across the room in a fleeting moment, as if Billy’s gaze was something shameful to look at for more than a second.

Billy felt like throwing up, his stomach twisting and turning at the flooding memories of him and Steve in the back of the Camaro. He had been so stupid—stupid, stupid, stupid. Billy repeatedly hit the side of his head with the palm of his hand as he tried to swallow the knot of tears in his throat that attempted to drown him.

“Do you feel alright?”

Billy turned at the sudden voice behind him only to encounter his worst nightmare.

“Yes,” Billy said as his voice broke.

Steve stared at him with furrowed brows. “You sure? You’re looking a little pale.”

“I said I’m fucking fine, Harrington,” Billy barked as he walked past Steve on his way back to the garage.

Their shoulders brushed as Billy bumped into him. It made him squeeze his eyes shut at the electrifying feeling that run through his body.

“I’m sorry,” Steve muttered.

Billy thought he imagined them—words so faint, so subtle that the cold breeze almost carried them away.

“For what I did to you. I’m sorry,” Steve said a bit louder this time around.

He didn’t have anything to apologize for, Billy thought. He had been the one to be foolish, to be dumb enough to fall for Steve’s lies. He had mistaken Steve’s warm touch and words for love when they had been nothing but a means to an end—getting laid, have some fun.

Billy didn’t turn around, didn’t say a word. He stepped inside the garage to grab his car keys and kept his teary eyes on the concrete as he made his way to the Camaro. Steve was still there, outside, his eyes on Billy; he could feel them, boring into his skull as he rested his hands on the roof of the car. Billy was still dizzy from the alcohol, from the pain too, trying to steady himself before he could drive.

He felt a gentle touch on his right hand, fingers intertwining with his, the weight of his car keys being lifted. When Billy looked up, Steve was there offering him a soft smile. Billy hated himself for how much it made him melt.

“I’ll drive you. You had a lot to drink.”

Billy wanted to talk back, say something hurtful, something awful that would echo in Steve’s mind forever—but he was so tired.

“I can’t go home. Not like this,” Billy mumbled.

Steve knew about his father. Billy had gotten comfortable with him, way too comfortable, had shared so many secrets, so many parts of him that he kept hidden from everyone else.

“We’ll go to mine.” Steve didn’t think it through, blurted it out almost instantly.

But Billy knew this didn’t mean anything, that they were over, that they had never been. He knew this was only Steve being kind out of pity for the drunk, beaten up, stupid California kid who had fallen in love with an impossible.

[reginarubie]

Just read your new work and as much as I adore anything you write I must confess seeing the past jonsa tag hurt me. I just adore them and have been patiently awaiting for the day the jonsa inspires you again! I hope this doesn’t offend you, it was meant to be a compliment. I’m just awful at wording, like I meant your my go to jonsa author of choice so seeing that tag just left me with feels that your moving on but I know experimenting and dabbling in other ships are great for authors!! I don’t know I’m just in my feels I guess?? So many talented Jonsa authors have become in-active or deleting their works, discontinuing, etc and while I know it just part of life and I’m glad some still continue to write or are SELF PUBLISHING!!! (Although sadly they won’t share their official works-I hunt it down one day) I just feel an odd pang in my chest when another one goes down like dang I just wanna hold you all and never let go. God this sounds like I have abandonment issues, I’m just going stop now before I embarrass myself even more

Aw...hello!,

I am your to-go Jonsa author? That like made my day, so thank you! Also don't worry, you are neither pathetic, not have your embarassed yourself. You have just shared in our common love for Jonsa, which I still believe will be the open endgame of the books, tbh, and I could not appreciate you more for it.

Of course I love experimenting and for a long while I have been uninspired in Jonsa, mostly because I have been hyperfixated on Aemondsa (which I think Jon and Aemond share so much traits it's ridiculous), but I have not forgotten all my wips for Jonsa, to which I mean to return in the Summer (I am a perfectionist, procrastinator so unless I am on the wave of hyperfixation I am never quite satisfied enough with my work to share it, but the updates shall come soon).

You know what else shall come soon, because my muse actually is never satisfied with just one story and just one ship at time?

A new Jonsa story I have been keeping under wraps, a season 7/8 rewrite with specks of book canon as well.

Look, I'll even leave the edit I've done for it, and the summary. I plan to get it out by the end of June with the first chapter, so prepare your popcorns, seatbelts and fav comf food because I'll be back on my Jonsa shit again. And it's gonna be epic!

A song for wolves,

The South has a new queen, a dragon queen who wears her name like a true Targaryen. Mother of the Dragons. Mother of monsters. Dark mother, brought ruin, death and fire to the Realm, and put to torch her enemies. With Fire and Blood she has torn at the lioness of the Rock and the whole world shall bend the knee to this foreign conqueror, or endure become ashes. And yet, to the North a new enemy rises. House Stark. The ancient kings on winter, the last defence against death and ice; battered, exiled and tortured they rose again in the name of the King in the North. A bastard deserter and his sisters; a Lannister's wife and a girl. “They are Starks, and the northerners never forget,” When winter comes... You'll hear no lions roar... No stags grazing the fields... No roses growing in the meadows... No snakes in the sand... The krakens will freeze where they swim... The flayed men will rot and wither... No trouts swimming in the river and no falcons flying in the air... Not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls. Only the wolfs howl in the night... Winter is coming.

As always, hope you stay tuned, and yes the edit's got better since I started to make them, but alas no, those clips, music and quotes do not belong to me, we all knew how things would go if they did.

As always sending all my love ~G.

[glitterguts13]

I don't know if you do Playable Character x NPC but could you write something about Argenti x Velite with Argenti doting on a pregnant Velite and Velite complaining but secretly enjoying it.

OK BUT LIKE, THEY WOULD BE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE, RIGHT??? I hope we see Velite with Argenti again, I love me a good Tsundere. However, since we don't really...have that much on Velite, I'm just gonna do some headcanons on this one!

TW: mention of abortions

Velite's pregnancy came as a shock to no one but him. In his mind, Argenti is just...a casual lover, nothing serious! He wouldn't get caught up with someone like that, he's too weird! Even if Argenti wasn't such a weirdo he'd never want someone as ordinary as Velite...

Except in Argenti's mind he and Velite have been dating for months and he's already hearing wedding bells. They might be separated a lot because of their different paths in life, but Velite always finds himself crossing paths with the knight.

Velite doesn't take the news well. It was just a routine physical exam that the IPC required, nothing was supposed to come up! He'd been feeling just fine, why would the doctor have even run a pregnancy test at all?? These exams were just to make sure he didn't pick up any weird space viruses along the way!!

Doesn't tell Argenti and fully plans on getting an abortion. It would...be better that way. If Argenti knew, he wouldn't want Velite around anymore and, well, Velite didn't want that either. A baby would get in the way of his work, and he didn't have any family or friends to help so...maybe another time in the future.

Except the night before he's supposed to go in, Argenti shows up, all smiles and holding a massive bouquet of roses.

"My love, how I've missed you!"

Velite nearly throws up on Argenti's shoes.

It doesn't take long for him to blurt out he's pregnant, and he's getting an abortion and Argenti doesn't need to worry about it, it's going to be taken care of, just don't be mad about it-

Argenti looks positively gutted.

"What? What are you looking at me like that for?? I told you already, I'll get rid of it!"

"Is that...what you really want to do?" it catches the IPC worker off guard and he falters.

"It's what you want me to do, right?"

Velite didn't expect the hurt expression that Argenti gets, how just how safe and warm he feels when the knight pulls him into his arms and holds him close.

"Of course not!" he chides gently, "I'd be honored to raise a child with you! What more beautiful thing could there be in the world?" he does stop, holding Velite at arm's length, "However...I will respect whatever decision you make. It is not my right to control your choices, but please know I would be happy to raise a child with you...should you want that?"

Now Velite is totally thrown off his balance because WTF was that about?? Argenti was supposed to be mad about this, not sweet, kind, caring, understanding, and, excited?? Fuck.

Velite is a sobbing mess because damn pregnancy hormones, and it takes a long night of talking things over and hashing out feelings that the IPC worker, quite frankly, didn't want to talk about at all.

He calls and cancels the appoint the next morning, and Argenti is thrilled, and truthfully, despite denying it it, Velite is happy too.

Argenti is an attentive lover on a normal day, but now that his beloved is pregnant? Oh, he is nearly insufferable with how sweet and thoughtful he is.

The smell of his shampoo causing Velite to feel nausea? Throw it all out, he'll get something unscented. Velite has cravings at 2 in the morning and isn't going to sleep until he gets it? Where in the galaxy does Argenti need to go, his ship is fueled up and ready. Morning sickness? He's got a cold washcloth, a bottle of water, and his toothbrush set up. Aching feet? Foot rubs for hours, even is his thumbs start to cramp.

"Knock it off, you don't have to baby me so much," Velite argues, whining as Argenti helps him undress for the night and change into something more comfortable.

"Nonsense. It is my duty to make you as happy as possible." Argenti nuzzles into Velite's neck, trailing kisses down his shoulders.

"You aren't obligated to do anything, I told you from the start, I don't want you feeling forced."

"Do I seem as if I'm being forced?" Argenti asked, genuinely. Velite groaned and shook his head.

"No. That makes it even worse!" plopping down in bed, the IPC worker lets his head fall back against the pillows and runs a hand over the swell of his belly.

"I don't understand, why is that 'worse'?" Argenti sits beside him, looking like a puppy that had just been dropped kicked across a field. Christ, Velite wasn't equipped to handle this.

"Because...I don't deserve having you...do all this for me. What am I gonna do when you're gone?"

"I will have my phone with me at all times, just say the word and I will be right back here as quickly as I can be-"

"No. I mean, what am I going to do when you leave." it takes a second for Argenti to fully grasp what Velite is saying, and when he does, much to Velite's shock, he laughs.

"My love, I'm never going to leave you. I love you. Why would I ever leave someone I love?" Velite really didn't understand Argenti, how could someone think so simplistically about such complex things??

"Because you get tired of me? You fall out of love? Find someone better?" the list is cut off when Argenti leans in and presses a kiss to Velite's lips.

"I am not the sort of man to promise my heart to someone carelessly. When I say that I love you, I mean that. I mean that I love everything about you, that I can not bear the thought of living in this world without you. You are the light in my sky, the colors in my vision, the reason my heart bea-"

"Ok, ok, ok, I get it!" Velite presses a hand over Argenti's mouth to silence him, cheeks burning hot, "Stop saying such embarrassing things! Look, you've gone and gotten the baby all riled up now!" the IPC worker whines. Eyes sparkling with delight, Argenti presses his cheek against his lover's belly, nuzzling it gently.

"Ah, our little one agrees with me! Yes, let your mother know how much we love him and how wonderful, smart, and caring he is. How we're going to shower him with love for as long as w-"

A pillow is brought down over Argenti's head with a soft pwff. Velite's whole face was bright red, the color creeping up to his ears and down his neck, in a way Argenti found truly breathtaking.

"I said stop it!"