#i need some kind of fluff to make myself feel better 🥺🥺

[tragicotps]

Young Masriel au > in which Marisa comes to find Asriel, hiding in a cafe sometime after their trial, for a last goodbye

[thedensworld]

I need your fluff scoups please🥺

Time for the Rose | C.Sc

Pairing: Scoups x Readera

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Summary: you found out how he always got you flower at the perfect time.

Not only are you dating at the perfect time, but you are also dating the perfect man. Seungcheol loves giving you flowers ever since he discovered your secret fondness for them. It was during his first visit to your place when he noticed a bouquet of fresh flowers laying on your kitchen countertop. His mind immediately raced, wondering, "Who's the guy brave enough to give you flowers?" Especially when he thought he had made it clear to everyone that you were his.

"I got those myself after work," you explained, noticing the puzzled look on his face.

Seungcheol tilted his head, still uncertain. "You got them?" he asked, seeking confirmation. You nodded enthusiastically, taking the bouquet and showing it to him.

"Isn't it pretty? I usually get roses, but they were sold out. So daisies are my second choice," you said with a bright smile.

Seungcheol smiled back, charmed by your excitement over the flowers. To him, they paled in comparison to your beauty. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful thing in the room.

From that moment on, Seungcheol made it a point to bring you flowers regularly. It became his way of showing his affection and making sure that the sight of fresh blooms never left your kitchen countertop.

He loves seeing the flowers he gives you sit in vases around your house. Sometimes they are red, pink, or white. You always say that the kind doesn't matter, but he knows you love it every time he hands you red roses. The smile on your face that reaches your eyes, the sound of your laughter every time he shows up from afar with a bouquet in his hand—these are the moments he cherishes the most.

Oh, how he loves those moments. He makes sure to keep them forever, capturing each one in his heart like a precious photograph.

Besides that, Seungcheol loves that you get flowers for other people, a fact that makes him fall even harder for you. It was lunchtime when he picked you up from work to have lunch together. On the way back to the office, you asked him to stop at the flower shop.

"Didn't I get you some flowers just a few days ago, love?" he asked, worried that maybe he was forgetting something.

You nodded with a smile. "These are for Minji. It's her birthday today."

Seungcheol watched as your smile grew wider the moment you entered the flower shop. Your eyes closed with every breath you took, savoring the scent of the flowers. He couldn't help but look at your face closely, feeling grateful to be the man standing beside you with your arm linked to his.

Seeing you this happy over something so simple made his heart swell with love. He couldn't imagine anyone else being in his place, sharing these precious moments with you.

"What do you want to get for her?" he asked, his mouth drawing closer to your ear, a habit he had whenever he spoke to you.

You turned your head to him, your eyes sparkling. "I was thinking of getting yellow roses, but everything looks so pretty here," you said, your mouth pouting in a way that Seungcheol found utterly adorable.

"Why do you like flowers so much?" Seungcheol finally asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"They're pretty," you said simply. "And they have meaning. You know I love things that are subtle and symbolic."

Seungcheol nodded. You always had a penchant for the symbolic, for gestures that spoke volumes without needing words. It was one of the many things he adored about you.

"Like yellow roses for friendship, sunflowers to show adoration, and irises to show faith and hope," you continued.

Seungcheol smiled, his thoughts drifting to your favorite flower. "How about red and white roses?" he asked.

You pondered for a moment before selecting yellow lilies and white daisies for Minji and asking the staff to arrange them into a bouquet. You shifted your attention back to him and smiled. "Love and purity."

Seungcheol shook his head in disbelief, guiding you out of the store. Though he prided himself on his masculinity, he found himself considering learning about flowers just for you. Every time he saw the joy they brought to your face, he knew it was worth it.

*

You finally visited Seungcheol's office after a long time. He had sent you a text earlier saying he would be busy today and couldn’t pick you up for lunch. However, you asked if it would be okay to visit him instead, and his response was ecstatic. Seungcheol just loved having you around.

Seungcheol waited for you in front of the elevator, a wide smile spreading across his face as soon as he saw your figure revealed by the opening doors. He immediately took everything from your hands, the lunch you brought for the two of you, as he walked you to his office. His staff mostly knew who you were by now. Seungcheol had made it clear that he was dating someone amazing and had proudly introduced you to everyone. They seemed to enjoy the sight of their boss looking completely smitten every time you visited.

Once inside his office, Seungcheol set the lunch down on his desk and turned to you, his eyes filled with affection. "I’m so glad you came," he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You two were conversing comfortably as you savored the lunch you brought. You asked him about the job that had kept him busy, and he explained it to you in detail. While talking, your eyes wandered around his office and landed on something that piqued your interest. A single red rose sat in a vase on his desk.

"You have a rose in your office?" you asked excitedly.

He nodded with a smile. "That's your flower."

You didn't understand, so you asked, "What do you mean, my flower?"

"I always take one of your flowers and take care of it just like you do, so I know when it's time to get you another one," he explained.

Your body felt like it had stopped working. That's how he knew how long they would last.

Everything made sense now. He always seemed to know the perfect time to get you a bouquet of flowers—always exactly a day before your current ones began to wilt. Typically, your flowers would last 10 days to two weeks, but sometimes they withered sooner. Yet, Seungcheol always had another bouquet ready, as if he had been with you, watching over the flowers together.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. "You really pay attention to everything, don't you?"

He shrugged with a modest grin. "I just want to make sure you always have something beautiful to look at."

You reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "Thank you, Seungcheol. For everything."

He leaned in, "anything for you," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

You looked him in the eyes, your gaze full of adoration, and you couldn't help but pull him closer and kiss him right away. He seemed flustered and mumbled, "We're at my office, love," but you didn't care. You loved him so much and felt an urgent need to let him know.

"I love you, babe," you whispered, smiling as your palm rested on his cheek, caressing it slowly.

Seungcheol closed his eyes as his smile grew wider. "Fuck it, I love you too, love," he said before grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss.

A kiss at lunchtime in his office.

Seungcheol was glad he had installed blinds in his office two weeks ago.

[starlightandfairies]

Omg i looooove you !! I might have another idea, just something simple like, the reader and Elijah are dating but his calls won't get any reply for nearly a whole day. So as worried as he is, he comes to your house, finding you terribly sick and immediately turns into nurse mode to take care of you and making sure you get better soon ? 🥺

Description: The reader becomes unwell with a cold and due to missing calls this worries Elijah and once he discovers the truth he ends up playing nurse.

Warnings: she/her pronouns, fluff, swearing

*Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, check my character list and requesting rules.*

Thank you for another request! I hope you enjoy this one too! Sorry it's a short one

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 822

First Person's POV

When Elijah and I didn't see each other we would have an hour-long phone call if it were possible. Even if we had seen each other all day, before I would go to bed he'd practically talk to me until I fell asleep. I loved listening to his loving, gentle, tender and handsome voice. I love the fact that of all people, Elijah chose me. A human. At first, when our relationship started getting more serious, he was scared of getting carried away and forgetting that I am a human... so he was gentle and I mean he's still incredibly gentle with me but he's less hesitant when we're being more intimate. 

Another thing that I adored about Elijah was how he looked after my every need, he was thoughtful and would remember things about me that I don't even remember mentioning to him but the fact that he knew me inside and out about my likes and dislikes it made me feel special and cared for. 

I got think, I hated being sick, half the time when I'm sick I can hardly look at the light and pretty much have to sit in a dark room. My bedroom floor was decorated with tissues, I looked gross and I felt gross. I hadn't been on my phone all day, forgetting to tell Elijah about the fact that I was sick and wouldn't be on the phone. 

I groaned, burying my face into the pillow as my headache banged against my head, the doorbell rang a few times and it took me longer than normal to get to the front door. I jumped seeing Elijah about to walk in with concern and worry covering his features. I cannot imagine how I looked, I am sure that I looked just as bad as I felt. My nose must be all red and my eyes must be puffy. He instantly pulled me into his arms, stepped into my home and rested a gentle kiss on my forehead. 

"Oh, sweetheart, I wished you would've told me that you were sick." He cooed, easily picking me up, resting my head on his shoulder and carried me back to my room. The vampire proceeded to rest his suit coat on my dresser chair and rested me on my bed. 

"I'll run a shower for you, you know they help and make you feel fresher." I pathetically nodded, leaning into him as he rested another kiss on my forehead. Elijah got the warm water running, the steam from the bathroom sneaking into my bedroom as I waddled into the bathroom. Once I managed to leave the warm cocoon of the water I smiled seeing new pyjamas resting on the counter. I dressed myself and curled back into bed, waiting for Elijah to come back. 

"I got some Vicks, sore throat lozenge, pain killers, water and chicken soup with the noodles drained out." 

"Oh, you really love me," I whispered, pushing myself up and smiling tiredly at Elijah as he rested the soup on my bedside table, placed the water down and sat down beside me gesturing to the Vicks vapour rub, asking permission to rub it on. I stared at him as he began rubbing it across my chest, he had a kind smile on his lips and whispered softly. 

"You must think I am attractive right now," I mumbled, buttoning my shirt back up as he finished rubbing the stuff on me. 

"I think you're absolutely stunning every day I lay my eyes on you. There's never a time when you're not stunning." 

"You're a liar." 

"I never lie." He whispers. Kissing my forehead, smiling softly and grabbing the bowl of soup. Elijah proceeded to feed me a spoonful of the soup. Elijah would take pauses when I needed a break, he would stare at me with adoration in his eyes and would whisper words of love. 

After having me take painkillers, then had me have the lozenge. Elijah brought me into his arms, stroking my cheek with a small smile. I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, my head aching once I woke up once more. I groaned, feeling hot and stuffy. I pushed myself out of bed, jumping to find Elijah right at my side. 

"What can I do for you, my love?" 

"I need fresh air, I feel all hot and yucky again." He picked me up as if I were a fragile piece of glass, I clutched onto him gently, letting him easily carry me out to the sitting area outside and rested me on the lounge chair. I hummed gently as Elijah began reading a passage from his book, a loving look in his eyes and his voice soothing enough to make me feel better and the low hum made the headache go away and everything seem okay. 

[eliteseven]

hey!!! i've been wanting to do this asks since chapter 2 came out, but unfortunately life stepped up 😭

this isn't an ask for questions or similar, it's just me adoring and fan girling over your writing, it made me LITERALLY giggle when Serena said "Perhaps you’ll get to see it for yourself yet; I’m certain any little Jenevelle or Serena we might have will undoubtedly inherit or learn my less-than-graceful ways.” and Shart said "...You do intend to get me in a family way .” i was twirling my hair, kicking my feet during this scene, and then i remembered: oh dear selûne, why am i single?

and not only that part, i LOVED the "It was a journey marred by loss, blood, hardship upon hardship- but the result is this : serenity. Serena’s own namesake, a feeling brought to life every time their lips meet, or their smiles are exchanged, under the soft glow of the moon." i am in love how you used Serena's name meaning to describe their new life 🥺 it's so genius, but also so simple, them and true 🥺 i am forever enchanted by how you describe and build their cottage in love life, it makes me dream having one with Shart as well </3

but this is, this ask was simply to simp for your writing, hope i let that clear. if not, here goes again: please don't ever stop writing!!!! especially to us, gays, who wanted to live a cottage life with Shadowheart!!!! please!!!! thank you for your attention, hope you have a good day *bow down while taking off a hat*

ps.: i need, URGENTLY, to update myself with the last asks you've been getting lately because you guys have been suggesting more angsty and you are apparently accepting IT???!?!?@? WHAT HAPPENED

🥺 this ask made ME giggle like a schoolgirl and twirl my hair!!!! This was like randomly finding 100k in my wallet!!!! This fed and watered my crops, cleared my skin, nurtured my soul, etc.

To keep this legible on the dash I’m thanking you profusely under the cut lol

THANK YOU!!!! 🥰 you are SO SO kind and I’m undeserving!!! I’m really glad you liked the family bit haha 🥹 Shads was very delighted to find out Tav’s been fantasizing about sharing children with her! (Tav’s timing is just awful but we all knew that lol)

And I’m glad you liked the bit about her namesake, too! 😊 I think Serena’s name represents what she was hoping to achieve in life, and now she has. She was never a particularly serene child, funnily enough, so…she grew into it 🥹

I’m so happy you enjoy all the mushy cottage fluff. It feels cathartic to write, on some level, and it makes me elated to know it can feel that way reading it, too! I feel so honored by your incredibly kind words- and really, I’m just happy I can make you feel happy with my writing, what a gift!!!💕

About the angst: 🤭 it’s just for funsies!!! A little something to spice up the plot and showcase how much they actually love each other. Who doesn’t love Shadowheart slaying Sharrans in the name of her betrothed? I offered domestic fluff and smut but this is what the mob wanted, I fear 😅

Thank you endlessly for sharing your favorite lines, your thoughts, and just generally making my day/week/month/lifetime a thousand times better! 😭❤️ it is appreciated more than you know!!!!

[beewolfwrites]

I would love for you to write any kind of fic with Chishiya just comforting his s/o, i need that kind of fluff from him :') This is a request so if you don't want to write it it's absolutely alright! Love your work :)

Request: I would love to request a fic where chishiya's s/o is just having a bad day or is suddenly more quieter than usual. i wanna know how chishiya would actually react in this kind of situation, would he play the part of a therapist or would he actually comfort his s/o? it's totally up to you how you wanna write it!

Request: Could you write some comfort chishiya? i know that he’s not necessarily the type but maybe he sees you going through something and makes an effort to do things that might make you feel better in his own way, like more physical touch, making sure you’ve eaten, etc. i love your writing so much and i’m so thankful that you’ve shared it with us. thank u 🥺🫶🏻

I sort of mashed these requests all together in one go, so I hope you like it!

Comfort/fluff - Chishiya x Reader. Here we go!

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The house keys felt like rubber against my numb fingers, and it took three tries before I managed to hook them out of my pocket. Even under the porch, my chapped hands stung with the cold. They hadn’t forecasted a storm, yet here we were. The skies had opened up, and heavy rain dripped along the drainpipes and washed through the roads, gathering in puddles. My shoes were already sodden and my hair was plastered to my forehead after walking home from the bus stop. Fumbling around for the right key, I huddled against the door, trying to keep out of the weather. 

Chishiya’s car was already in the drive. After the day I’d had, I really couldn’t face talking to another person. My head pounded, and every instinct told me to bury myself under a mountain of blankets and sleep—

The keys slipped between my fingers, falling into a pool of water. 

‘Seriously?’ I gingerly fished them out. ‘Why? Why me? Why now?’ 

Finally opening the door, I discovered that the house was grey and dark inside. It wasn’t exactly inviting, but at least it was dry. Shaking off my wet coat, I went straight upstairs, shed my work uniform and threw on my trusted fluffy pyjamas. 

Blanketsblanketsblanketsblankets…

I crawled into bed and buried my head under the covers. Maybe a quick nap would soothe this headache. 

The day had begun perfectly fine, but then after my files didn’t save correctly, the software suddenly corrupted, a slight headache began to throb above my temples. And when my boss decided to undermine my project in front of the entire team, the headache had grown double. And to make matters worse, I had discovered during my lunch break that a rumour had circulated around the office - since I was the only one to gain a promotion last month, I surely must have slept with the very boss that had just humiliated me in front of the department. Despite putting in twice as much effort as everyone else. Despite being the only one in my team actually doing anything. Despite being in a happy, committed relationship. 

A knock sounded on the bedroom door. 

I didn’t answer it. He would probably come in anyway. And he did. The door creaked open, and even without peeling back the covers, I could sense him standing there. 

‘It’s a little early for bed, don’t you think?’ 

I buried my head further into the pillow. ‘Mmmm’ 

‘Are you angry at me?’ I could hear the smile in his voice, but I really wasn’t in the mood to joke around. 

‘Are you ill?’ 

I nodded against the pillow. A headache counted, right? 

‘Hm? I guess you want me to leave you alone then?’ 

I nodded again. It wasn’t personal. I just really needed to sleep this off. The stress, the day, the headache, all of it. 

The door slowly closed, and all of a sudden, I felt bad. Really bad. What if he thought I didn’t want to spend time with him? Chishiya wasn’t the kind of person to take offence so easily, but what if he actually did just this once? I would have to reassure him later. For now, I just let the warm sheets and the gentle pattering of rain against the window lull me into a deep, heavy sleep. 

My dreams lilted between comforting darkness and splashes of fear; my boss firing me for incompetence, my co-workers’ faces as they sneered at me, losing all of my important documents in one fell swoop, peering out of the office window, a bizarre 20 storeys high, until I fell, the weightless knocking the breath from my lungs, the pavement below growing closer and closer, a hoarse scream that wasn’t my own, yet it sounded just like me, and—

I bolted awake, sitting up in bed. Judging from the dryness of my throat, I really must have been shouting in bed. Outside, the sun had set. How long had I been sleeping? There was a creak on the landing, and Chishiya opened the bedroom door again. 

‘Nightmare?’ 

I rubbed my temple. The headache was still there, but it had dampened down a little. ‘Something like that.’ 

‘I could hear you from downstairs.’ He walked around the bed, carrying a bowl of something in his hand. Whatever it was, it smelled warm and salty. ‘Here, it’s not much but you need to eat something.’ 

He carefully handed me the bowl, which now I could see, was actually just instant noodles. He sat on the bed beside me, hands hovering in case I spilled anything. Chishiya had never been an expert chef. In fact, he was far from it. Despite this, the noodles were steaming lightly and they smelled like spices and oils, and it was everything I needed in that moment. 

‘Thank you,’ I said, grateful as he handed me a pair of chopsticks . ‘I’ll come down soon and make you some actual food.’ 

He shrugged. ‘Don’t bother. I’ve already eaten.’ He watched as I began to eat the noodles, then he lifted one cool hand to my forehead. ‘You don’t seem to have a temperature.’ 

‘It’s fine. It’s just stress, I think.’ I drank some of the broth, savouring the way its heat warmed me from the inside. ‘And maybe I haven’t been sleeping that well recently.’ 

‘Well working until midnight does that,’ he replied curtly. ‘I’m not going to bother telling you again, since you never listen.’ 

I finished the bowl quickly, and Chishiya took it from my fingers, placing it on the bedside table. I was confused at first, wondering why he didn’t take it downstairs. But then he did the unexpected, lifting the covers and crawling into the space beside me. I rolled over, tucking my head beneath his chin and enjoying the heat radiating from his body. His hand rested against the pillow, fingers playing with the ends of my mussed up hair. 

‘Did you know I’m apparently sleeping with the manager?’ I mumbled into his shirt. 

He scoffed lightly. ‘Oh really? Should I be worried?’ 

‘I don’t think so. His breath smells like old coffee.’ 

‘Have you not told them about me?’ 

I closed my eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. ‘I’ve got your picture on my desk, you know. It’s not like I’m a closed book.’

‘My picture?’ He hummed, curious. ‘And what picture would that be?’ 

‘It’s one Kuina took - you remember that day we invited you to our beach picnic?’

He tugged a strand of my hair, causing me to wince. ‘Not invited,’ he said. ‘Forced. You told me we were going to her mother’s birthday. You said she needed medical help.’

I couldn’t hold back a smile now. ‘It worked though, didn’t it? Plus I got a cute desk photo out of it. You looked like a grumpy teenager.’ 

‘Because I didn’t want to be there.’ 

‘Stop pouting,’ I said, curling up even closer, as close as I could get. ‘Just let me enjoy this.’ 

He mumbled something inaudible, but didn’t protest any further. We soon fell into quiet, his chest rising and falling and me simply basking in this moment. I lost track of when we both fell asleep, I was only vaguely aware that Chishiya’s hands had at some point stilled against my hair and his breathing had evened out, deep and steady. With the night sky outside and the cosiness of our small cocoon, peace settled in, and I knew that no matter what tomorrow brought, I could deal with it. So long as I had moments like this, I could deal with anything. 

[tojisun]

Not me running on liquid courage again. 💀🥂

I mean we all know canon toji is an asshole ❤️, but domestic?!?! It just makes you wanna bash a keyboard 😗 like how can you not! It's so fucking frustrating! He IS beautiful indeed its frustrating!

🥺🥺🤧 ahh this response! I know I said thank you already but like 🥺 thank you. I'm happy you found a healthy outlet. It takes a lot to acknowledge when you're not feeling well AND to doing something positive about it, so virtual hug 🤧 bring it in 🫂!

I wish school systems would actually give a fuck and do a better job preparing students for uni (dont we all). Everyone has a different situation but uni will always be there. I mean they want your money loans, right?? Take all the time you need while you're in uni. This is just my experience, but I feel like this is really only one time where you'll have a chance to work on your adult life before it becomes an expectation.

I just miss being a student for leeway at work. 0h and bc I like learning.

Omg I feel you on a personal level. Taking a 18 hour semester and a +50hr job for WHAT!!! In the end, I changed my major when I had 3 more classes until I graduated, so i graduated in 6 years 🙃.

Truly, please be kind to yourself. We only have 1 fucking day in the week to not think about work. I'm channeling my spirit energy to you. I wish you the best! Please take care and stay safe.

(Sorry for any typos)

omg hey!!! howre u!! sorry it took a while for me to respond ahdjwjs

no no bc that’s exactly me!! canon toji was so much of an asshole that i had a hard time writing him being soft and domestic and kind (ie: my first established fic was toji leaving the reader for mamaguro bc ik that man would choose her in any universe </33) but then i was like fuck canon. i want toji who’s in love w the reader; toji who cares for the reader; toji who’s moved on and healed from mamaguro and loving the reader for them and not as mamaguro’s replacement!!!! (most of my fics tend to follow this au)

i remember when i was drafting one of my first fluff fics (not headcanon or drabble), one of my besties told me, “ur projecting.” like maam, do u think i dont know 😭 but yea i wrote my soft toji whose scarred lips are gentle when they kiss the reader because toji is so pretty, we need him being happy with reader!!!!

thank u so much for the hug!! ive been having severe bad weeks and i needed this <3333 hugs you tight too 😚

and absolutely!! my school did ok in preparing us for post-secondary; college did amazing in helping me transition from high school setting and into post-secondary setting; but fuck. uni is a whole different level. can’t catch a break fr like AHHSHSHH

but yes thank u so much for the advice!!! i can absolutely see what u mean. like rn, even if i have work and back-to-back lectures, i still have the opportunities to ask for time-offs to prepare for my midterms and finals and papers which has helped me greatly! the life experience is helping me lots while giving me some form of coddling and ik this wouldnt really last into (greater) adulthood so that kinda sucks :((

and omg u switching majors is nerve-wracking but amazing at the same time!! ik sm of my friends who just suck up with their majors even if theyre fr struggling so im glad that u were able to pursue something more your style. im sorry it took long for u to grad though but still!!! im so happy for uu!!!

and i will be kind to myself, i promiseee!! ive been doing better these past few days and hoping to have more kind days moving forward!

thank you again for this kind mssge! ur words and kindness truly means a lot to me. take care darling, and have a happy and safe drinking 🥹🫶🏼

[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Alaysia (pronounced Uh-lay-see-yuh) takes care of E’Laney while she’s on her period 🥺

🤎 Alaysia Montgomery: 23, owns a bakery with her mother

🤎 E’Laney Phillips: 22, 3rd grade teacher

🤎 CW/TW: fluff, comfort, established relationship, discussion of period, slight angst, Alaysia is intersex with male reproductive organs and genitalia but she has boobs and a more feminine build (need to find the art for her but she’d be perceived as female if you saw her walking by you basically and she uses she/her pronouns and while it’s not mentioned in this fic, I have more content for this ship), just a lil cute something really, mention of sue of side (briefly)

🤎 A/N: currently on my period and found some period care fluff pieces in my drive so I’m finishing and dropping them today. As usual hope my pookie enjoys @certainlynotasimp 🫶🏾 thank you for the support love bug. (Feel free to request getting added to my tag list)

🤎Word count: 2.6k

29th November 2018

“Someday, my love, you’re going to understand why I’m here. I’m not here to love you in the way that you were never loved by yourself or others. I’m here, on my own accord, to love you as myself. So that when you stare into the mirror of my eyes, you may be able to see just how extraordinary you are.”

Alaysia

It wasn’t my first rodeo caring for a sick Laney, nor for her while on her period, but it was the first time both happened at the same time. It was probably the worst period she’d had since we’d gotten together and I wanted nothing more than to make it better. I knew there was a lot I didn’t know about periods since I’d never had one, so I can only thank my mother for being so willing and open to talk to me about it so I could get everything just right for her.

I rubbed my face as I answered my phone groggily, “Mm. hello?”

“Hey, baby, could we maybe take a rain check on that brunch? I’m not feeling so well.”

I sat up, swinging my feet to the floor, “What’s wrong?”

She dismissed my concern, “It’s nothing big, I’m just on my period. You know how I usually get sick when I’m on and it hit me kind of hard this time around. My cramps are kicking my ass and I don’t wanna throw up or pass out or something while we’re out.”

I poked my lip out, “That sounds horrible, babe. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mm, did I wake you up? Your morning voice is still hitting really hard.”

“Yeah but it’s fine, love. Get some rest, okay? We’ll go out when you’re feeling up to it.”

“Thanks for understanding, Laysi.”

I shook my head, “Always. I’ll talk to you later, baby.”

She yawned, “Mm, okay. Goodnight, Alaysia.”

I smiled softly, “Sleep well.”

The call ended and I called my mother, alright planning a care day for Lane in my head, “Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?”

“Hey, Mommy. I need to pick your brain about something.”

“Yes?”

I hesitated for a moment before remembering I could ask her about anything, “What does it mean when you’re on your period? Like, what do you do to feel better when you get like...cramps and nausea and stuff?”

She chuckled softly, “Who’s the girl?”

“Remember E’Laney? The girl from my old job at the grocery store?”

I could hear the smile, “You finally told her about your feelings?”

“Yeah, we’re kind of together now, it’s a long story. She just canceled a brunch date we had planned today because she’s on her period and really sick.”

“How cute. You might want to grab some pencil and paper to write this stuff down, it’s going to be a lot.”

I opened the drawer on my end table, pulled out a notebook and pen, set my phone down and placed it on speaker, “Okay, I’m ready.”

For about the next hour and a half, my mother gave me a deep dive about how painful a woman’s menstrual cycle was and what different things could help alleviate symptoms and pain. I closed my notebook as she finished, “Thank you so much. I think I’m going to pay her a visit.”

“Just make sure you keep her comfortable, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, tell me something.”

“Ma’am?”

“Does she know?”

“Actually...yeah, she does. I was extremely scared when it came to telling her, but she’s been the most understanding and compassionate person about it.”

“How long has it been?”

“It’s been about 8 months now. We’ve been together officially for 7 of them.”

“And when do I get to meet her?”

“Uhhhh...we’ll talk about it later.”

She clicked her tongue, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, alright. Go help your little girlfriend. Call me later, I could pass away, you never know.”

I turned my nose up, trying not to smile, “We’ve talked about that, Ma. It’s not funny.”

She giggled, “I love you to the moon and back, Laysi.”

“I love you there, back, and back around one more time.”

She blew a kiss into the phone, “I’ll talk to you later, baby. Mwah.”

“Mwah, talk to you later.”

I tossed my phone aside and headed to my bathroom to wash up quickly so I could go to the store. I picked up a lot of the things my mother told me would help with cramps and nausea and a couple of gifts I thought would cheer her up before heading to her place.

I knocked on the door as best I could with my hands full, waiting for her to open it. She pulled it open not too long after, gasping, “Lace, you didn’t.”

“Can I come in?”

She stepped to the side, shaking her head, “I can’t believe you. You didn’t have to do this.”

“It sounded really painful, so I called my mom and went to get a bunch of the things she told me might help you feel better,” I explained as she closed the door behind me.

“Really?”

I nodded, “I mean, well, yeah. I still wanted to come see you today and I figured I shouldn’t come empty handed.” She sniffled as I started setting all the bags down on her couch, wiping her face as I looked up, “Wait, no don’t cry. Did I get the wrong things? I should’ve called you, shouldn’t I?”

She waved her hand as she continued, wiping her tears with the other, “No, no, it’s fine, I just- I swear you’re too pure. I-” she cut off with a groan, holding her stomach, “Ugh, need to lay back down.”

Her comment reminded me that there was still more in the car and I snapped, rifling through the bags I had sat down, “Ah, I left the heating pad and little gifts I got you in the car. I’ll be right back, okay?”

She pouted, “Laysi, You got me gifts?”

I shrugged, “Just a few little things. I always go get you something when you’re on your period, you know this. Get comfortable, baby, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll try.”

I kissed her forehead as she plopped onto the couch, “There’s some pain medicine in one of the Walmart bags,” I called, opening her front door as I went back to my car and grabbed the rest of the stuff. I made my way back inside, finding her curled up on the couch underneath one of the blankets I had bought, the package of blueberries open on her coffee table.

I sat everything down, beginning to go through it all and put away what I could in her meticulously put-together fridge before I left the pads and tampons on the floor next to the couch with the giant teddy bear I’d gotten her. I avoided waking her as I searched behind her couch for an outlet to plug in the heating pad.

Once it started to heat up, I crouched down and shook her lightly, “Hey, sit up for a moment.”

She stirred slightly, “Hm?”

“You want the heating pad?”

She held out her hand weakly, “Mhm.”

I shook my head, “Just sit up a bit so you can lay back down.”

She groaned as she woke up more, sitting up and holding onto my arm, “Urgh, wait. I don’t want you to go.”

I chuckled, kissing her temple, “I’m not going anywhere, Laney. What do you want from me right now?”

She moved to one end of the couch stretching and yawning, “Can you....mm, ‘scuse me, can you lay with me? Please?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Please? You don’t have to go to sleep with me, but I wanna cuddle.”

I got up, sitting back where she had just been laying, “Do you want the heating pad on your stomach or your back?”

She laid between my legs, nuzzling against my chest as she settled in, “My back, if you don’t mind.”

I obliged her wishes, placing the blanket back over her and wrapping my arms around her loosely, “I’m right here, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome, my love.”

She shook her head, “For all of this, I mean.”

“Again, you’re quite welcome, E’Laney. Get you some rest, I’m not going anywhere,” I assured, holding her a bit tighter.

“You promise,” she asked, holding her pinky up on the hand that rested on my chest.

I wrapped my pinky around it, pressing a kiss to her temple, followed by her nose, then her lips as I spoke, “I promise, baby.”

“What if I actually throw up on you?”

“I’ll clean you up and change into some of the clothes I have over here.”

“You won’t be mad?”

“Why would I be mad? Accidents happen, if you’re feeling a bit ill that’s a possibility but I’m never gonna make you feel bad for it. Shit happens sometimes.”

She relaxed against me, moaning softly as I massaged her scalp and rubbed her back, “Mm, I just thought about something.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t give me butterflies.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

She nodded softly, “Mhm.”

“How come?”

She pulled my hand from her back, lacing her fingers with mine, “My mom always told me that butterflies are a sign of nervousness, or fear. I’m not nervous, nor scared about the idea or knowledge of you having feelings for me. Never have been and never will be. I feel safe when I’m with you.”

I kissed her knuckles, smiling softly, “I’m glad I can make you feel that way. You on the other hand, mm, man I tell you I wish I could just sit here and hold you forever. You make me feel human in the best way possible. I see myself in ways I never thought I would. And I thank you for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“I love you more than horses love hay.”

I chuckled softly, “And I love you more than flowers on a sunny day.”

She smiled, “I love you more than Van Gogh loved art.”

“And I love you more than the beating of my own heart. Now rest. We can have a stay-at home date when you wake up, okay?”

“M’kay. G’night, Laysi.”

“Goodnight, my Laney.”

two hours later...

The sound of groaning woke me up as E’Laney tossed and turned aimlessly in my arms and I frowned, not sure what was wrong, “Are you okay?”

She whined, “Hmm, it’s hot, it hurts.”

I pulled the blanket and heating pad off of her, feeling her forehead, “You’re not burning up, thankfully. Just a tad warm. Let’s get you some water and turn the air on, hm?”

She sat up, rubbing her eyes before widening them, whining again, “Oh I’m gonna kill myself.....”

“Don’t say that, love, what’s wrong?”

She pointed shakily to my lap, tears welling in her eyes, “I bled on you...”

I looked down to my lap, a bloodstain on my thigh and I waved a hand, “Clothes can be washed, Lane. Let’s get you a bath run, okay?”

She sniffled, still rubbing her face as she shook her head, “I’m really sorry, Laysi. I didn’t think about that before I asked you to cuddle with me. I’m sorry…”

I shook my head, holding my hands out for her, “It comes with the territory, love. As I said earlier, accidents happen. C’mon.”

I let her sit on the bathroom counter, reassuring her that things were alright as I drew her a bath. I stood between her legs, kissing the back of her hands, “You okay?”

She shook her head, “No, I feel terrible.”

“Well, how about this? You stay in here and take a bath and I’ll go make you something to eat and we can go back to cuddling. We can watch a movie or something, whatever you want.”

“Why are you doing all of this, Lace? I didn’t wanna be a bother today.”

I shook my head, running my thumbs over the back of her knuckles, “You’re not bothering me at all, baby. I told you I specifically called my mom so I could come take care of you. Everyone needs a caretaker when they’re sick and I still wanted to see you today, brunch date or not.”

She frowned, “But I’m all gross and whiny...and fucking, I bled on you and I just-,” her lip quivered as she held back more tears- “I literally do not deserve you...”

“You’re right, you deserve more than me. So, what do you say? We can have our own little day, just the two of us,” I offered, pressing more kisses to her knuckles and hands.

“I would love to,” she whispered, tears finally spilling over.

I wiped them from her cheeks, kissing her forehead, “I’m gonna get you some more water and pain meds to take when you get out of your bath, okay?”

She squeezed my hands, pulling me back in, “Wait.”

“Yes?” She held out her arms and I wrapped mine around her, rubbing her back slowly, “You’ll be okay, baby, I promise. I love you, alright? And I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know, it’s just I feel like shit, and I don’t wanna ask you for too much, this is already so-”

“Laney?”

She hiccupped softly, huffing as she squeezed me tighter, “Yes?”

I pulled away so she could look at me, holding her face in my hands, “I love you, okay? That’s all that matters. You can have whatever you want from me. If you ask me to wrangle the stars for you, I’m gonna do my damn best to make it happen. Now breathe for me, baby.”

She took a deep breath, leaning into my hands further, “I love you, Alaysia.”

I kissed her nose, “I love you more, now relax. Take your time, get in your bath and I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, “But you have to kiss me first.”

I chuckled, kissing her lips softly, “There’s my girl. I’ll come check in on you in a bit, alright?”

“Kay.”

E’Laney

God am I thankful to have such an attentive girlfriend as Alaysia. I never had to worry about feeling shitty while on my period after that day. Before, I’d always asked her to just cuddle with me, maybe go get me some pain meds, but not only did she do research but stuck with me the whole week even when I pushed her away. I love her for putting up with me and my emotions all the time.

I woke up to her shaking my shoulder, the water lightly splashing around me as she did, whispering, “Hey, wake up for me, baby. You wanna get out of there?”

I shook my head, pulling my knees to my chest, “Mh-mh, I’m comfortable.”

She laughed softly, smiling, “While I’m glad you seem to be feeling a little better, we’ve gotta get some food into you. C’mon, I grabbed you something comfortable to put on and you’ve got a box of pads and tampons on the counter. I don’t know which you use so I got both.”

I poked my lip out, “You’re too incredibly thoughtful. Can you help me out of here?”

She stood back, holding her hands out for me to grab, pulling me to my feet. She grabbed the towel she’d pulled out as I unplugged the drain, holding it up for me to step into, “So I made a period snack friendly charcuterie board, you’ve got some tea, and I got a list of your favorite movies from Caira.”

I couldn’t help but smile up at her as she wrapped the towel around me, securing it at the front, “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Why yes, you have, but it never hurts to say it again,” she joked.

I grabbed her hand as she finished, “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“I really do love you, Lace. Like, with all of me.”

“I know, and I love you more.”

“You’d really wrangle the stars for me,” I asked.

“Laney, if I could, I would gather entire galaxies for you.”

I ran my thumb over the back of her hand, “Get out before I ask you to marry me. Corny fucker.”

She chuckled, pulling me in to kiss me softly before she left, “Yet, you love me still. And trust me, I’ll be the one doing the asking when the time comes.”

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DOM, MY FAVE!

43, 53 and 11 💖

AHDRI MY LOVE 💕

you are my fave too 🥺🥺

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Okay so I know I don't show this a lot in my work now, but I do occasionally need to put a character in a situation™, like I'm sorry bby but you need to suffer BUT I always kiss it better with the comfort

Right now I don't do that as much but when I was younger and used writing as sort of a ground to dump all my negative emotions on Dean Winchester got put in situations™

But like I've gotten less angstier so now I'm more mellow and I stick rather a lot to the feelings of bittersweet or just fluff in my stuff at least I did, i have some things planned for my fics tho so *shrugs*

53.How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Ohhh, so I'm definitely more of a fanfic reader than writer

I love writing, I do, but I get demotivated really quickly if I don't have some force pushing me through and I rather just get like BIG URGE to write and then I do it, also I'm a slow writer (in a way that I don't write anything for a month and then suddenly I write 6k words in the span of 24 hours)

And reading fic is just easier, since I've always been an eager reader and I love fanfics and i'm going to be honest it's rare I don't read at least one fic a day (it can be a 2k one shot but still)

So I'm more of reader than I writer

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Blooming Oleander by @wiccawrites

Gosh, this is so fucking good, like I love this fic so much. I love how they write omega!kinn, the subversion of the usual omega!porsche alpha!kinn is so well done here, because although Kinn is an omega his personality is still well matched with the show and I've been along for the updates this fic for like so long, particularly since idk the fourth chapter?? And every update is a blessing, I absolutely fucking love the way the main relationship is handled - it's the perfect blend of banter and tenderness and horny, fuck it all relationships are potrayed so well - like Kinn - Chay interactions give me life, and just everything abt this is so good, the political plot is so well done just *chief kiss* and the worldbuilding is so good, ahhh this fic makes me want to just squeal in joy

Fake love and Hennessey by @yeetlegay

I LOVE THIS FIC, gosh the way Yeetle writes Kinn just makes something right in this universe, like I don't know it's just right

Also so much smut and the way, the smut fleshes out the characters and ahh I'm enjoying the little plot tingles too and also it's so well written?? I adore the writing style, it makes me want to write more myself

I reread this fic atleast five times and every time was a fucking treasure, it's funny, it's horny, it's soft, it's just *bites the fic, bites the fic, bites the fic, bites the fic, bite-*

Blue Blood by @ahdriking

Ahdri you know you must be here, like if you wanted a compliment you could have just msg me on discord babe ;)

I adore Ahdri's way of writing, she writes smut and violence in such a interesting, unique and captivating way that just makes me want to scream

Like I know I come into her inbox a lot about blue blood to scream but honestly everytime I wish I could be one of those people who eloquently comments about tje parts of the chapter that they like in like a hinged way that sings praises of the text because Ahdri deserves long, coherent comments full of praises

But all I can do is incoherently scream in her inbox and hope it's enough

Like this fic is so good, it's fucked up, it's convoluted, it's smutty, it's witty, it takes the characters and says "hey what if i just... *fucks them up a little more*" while also still staying somehow true to their canon characters, just darker and ahh, ahhh,ahh

The smut is just so good but also the plot, it has the most detestable villain but hating him is kind of fun?? Also the fights are so well written, like it's almost like you get the adrenaline rush yourself

So safe to say it's very fucking good

Thank you so much for this ask babe, i hope you have a fantastic day/night 💞💓

Come ask me questions!!

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hi lyss!!!

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. (if you feel like it, no pressure.) spread the self-love 💞

hi em!!! 💜

this is so cute and sweet 😭 i won’t lie, it feels kinda weird to like… brag on myself… but i think that’s just a personal problem 🙃 this idea is so precious, thank you for including me!!! ilysm!!! 🫶

in no particular order…

valentine’s day : i think i just love how sweet this ended up being, and i kinda need it really really bad 🙃 if it’s one thing about me, im gonna make frankie the sweetest sweetheart the world has ever seen 🫡

let me : i didn’t really think too much of this one before i posted it, i just really needed some pure frankie fluff at the time but people still share it and say they love it and all the kind words really mean a lot 🥺💜

the best critic : this one was so self indulgent when i wrote it and it still is tbh AJDHSJBD and i think i have a fondness for it bc there aren’t a whole lot of javi g fics out there (in comparison to other characters) and my husband deserves better than that 🥺

paradise city : this one was a monster. it overtook my brain for weeks. i would drive in my car listening to rock music and daydreaming just because it was so 😵‍💫 and i even went so far as to make a playlist likeee 🙃 anyways…

morning brew : the frankie/joel/reader brainrot is still in full swing. this is merely a fraction of a fraction of what goes on in my head thinking about them. i love how silly this one came out and it’s both of my babies so yeah 🤭

this was such a sweet ask to see in my inbox, so thanks sm again em 💜🫶🥺 ANYWAY I’LL STOP TALKING ABOUT MYSELF BEFORE I GIVE MYSELF THE BIGGEST ICK 🥰

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i think he knows - spencer reid

synopsis: based on the request "I wanted to know if you could write a one shot about spencer and reader based on the song i think he knows by taylor swift? maybe spencer keeps dropping hints about knowing readers feelings and finally asked her out and their mutual love for each other? i don’t your writing is pretty so you’ll probably do it better than me. maybe throw in some height difference and spicy fluff? thank you <3" from anonymous

warning: smoking, cigarettes (i don't condone smoking cigarettes, just thought it would be an interesting plot device!)

category: spicy fluff, angst, fluff and more fluff

word count: 2.4k+

a/n: thank you so much 🥺 i hope you enjoy it, and i'm sorry it took so long. i hope i did your request justice <3

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I think he knows his footprints

On the sidewalk

Lead to where I can't stop

Go there every night

If I knew anything at all, it was that Spencer knew how I felt about him. I’d follow him blindly anywhere if he only asked me to. It was like I could constantly hear his footsteps, and I could see the prints everywhere that he walked, carpets and sidewalks and tile soaked with this thick black ink that called me to go where he goes. My coworkers teased that I often followed him around like a lost puppy dog; floating around behind him like a cartoon character with my hands clasped at my chest and hearts for eyes. Even if he knew and felt the same way as our coworkers did, he went out of his way to ensure I didn’t feel bad about it. He seemed quite content having me follow him around, hanging off of his every word. He never looked at me with disdain, or annoyance, but only with love and kindness as he always had. Little did I know the rest of the team teased him about as much as they teased me. 

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

I could sit and watch him as we all sat at our favourite bar for hours. His longer fingers wrapped around a virtually untouched glass of whisky that Rossi had insisted he try, a single ice cube slowly melting and tainting the expensive liquid. The condensation wet the pads of his fingers and I found myself having to tear my eyes away from his hands before somebody noticed. It was shameless the way I stared sometimes, and it was a wonder that he hadn’t called me out yet. It was hard to keep the picture of his fingers and hands out of my mind; how they would feel on my body, the fabric of my clothes, my skin. A shiver tore through my body as I blinked twice, hard, trying to rid myself of the image. 

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

“You need a refill?” 

His voice took me out of my cyclical thoughts of infatuation, and my head snapped up as Spencer moved to stand in front of me, towering over where I sat at the table. I glanced down at my nearly empty drink, feeling my face flush as he reached across me to pick it up. Looking back up at him, he watched me expectantly with raised eyebrows and I nodded fervently. 

“Come with me,” he added, holding both our drinks in his hands. I stood up quickly at his demand and immediately stumbled back slightly at our sudden proximity. My nose was practically pressed in between his collarbones, and the smell of his cologne intoxicated me as I took a clumsy step back. He quickly grabbed the fabric of my dress at my waist, steadying me with only two fingers and I felt a shiver run through me again. As we made our way to the bar, I couldn’t help but notice the small shadow of a smirk pass over his face as he led me away from the table. 

I admired him as I walked behind him. There was something about Spencer that was just so intoxicating. He looked so handsome in his sweater vest, the top few buttons of his shirt undone and a loose-fitting blazer with the sleeves rolled up made him look like the professor you have in university that you end up writing fan-fiction about. He was so young, so sweet and innocent, and yet had an air of dominance about him. And god, he was so tall. 

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

I felt like a school girl with a crush all over again. I watched him order my drink, leaning down to speak with the bartender over the loud music. His hand was still on my waist, his fingers moving slightly as he moved back to me while the bartender started on our drinks, reaching into his pocket with his other hand to grab a twenty dollar bill. I looked up at him, standing so close to me that I had to lean my head all the way back just to capture his full face in my brain. 

“Are you having a good time?” He asked absently, glancing down at my blushing face. I nodded again.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Are you?”

“I always have a good time with you,” Spencer said with a small smile, pinching my waist lightly where his hand sat. I squealed quietly, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his to stop him from tickling me. 

“Shut up, Spence,” I laughed, and I felt my heart stop in my chest as he maneuvered our hands so our fingers were locked together. 

“I’m serious, Y/N,” he replied, his tone changing suddenly. 

I looked up at him again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He reached up again with his free hand and gently pressed his thumb into the crease between my brows, something he had done almost as long as we had known each other. I smiled slightly and tried to relax my brows, but I couldn’t shake the nervous feeling that had overcome my body at his sudden confession. 

We stared at each other in the flashing lights of the crowded bar, trying desperately to read each other’s expressions. He was looking deep into my eyes, scanning for something, but I just wasn’t sure exactly what. My heart was beating so hard in my chest I was scared he could hear it over the thumping music. 

“Y/N, I…” He started, interrupted by the bartender sliding our drinks towards him, and he quickly handed the guy the money he had been holding, clearing his throat and thanking him with a nod. 

“You what?” I asked, tugging at the hem of his blazer urgently as he picked up our drinks. He leaned down until his mouth was near my ear. His hair tickled my face as it fell forward, having to tilt his head down quite far in order to reach my ear. I felt my breath catch in my throat. 

“I know.” He said finally, his lips brushing by earlobe and causing me to shiver for the third time that night. 

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

I think he knows

I think he knows

“I need some air.” I gasped, stepping back from him and nearly bumping into the people behind me. My mind was going a million miles a minute and I felt like I may faint. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he had said it, but it couldn’t have been long: he was still holding both of our drinks, head tilted towards me as he pulled back slightly with a concerned look on his face. I couldn’t bear to look at him any longer, and I turned quickly, scanning for the nearest escape. I spotted the exit to the small smoker’s pit in the corner of the bar and began making my way towards it as quickly as I could, ignoring Spencer calling my name behind me. 

It felt deafeningly hot, suffocating, and I couldn’t breathe until I broke outside into the fenced area full of people smoking cigarettes and vapes around me. 

Despite the harsh smell of tobacco around me, I was deeply relieved to take a deep, heaving breath of the cold outside air. To say I was terrified was an understatement. I knew exactly what Spencer had meant when he told me he knows. I had no clue what he meant exactly by it, if he felt the same way, if he was rejecting me, or why he had even decided to tell me at such an odd time. 

“Can I bum one of those?” I asked a woman as I made my way further into the pit, and she nodded, shaking one out of her pack and handing it to me. 

“Need a light?” She asked, reaching up with her lighter to help me. I wasn’t a smoker by any means, but with the amount of stress I was feeling, and the fact that I had abandoned my alcoholic saviour in Spencer’s hand back inside, it was the best next thing. 

I knew Spencer wasn’t gonna let me just disappear and leave it alone, and I had approximately 30 seconds at most before he found me among the crowd of smokers. 

I took a long drag of the cigarette, trying not to scrunch my nose in distaste at the flavour. I closed my eyes and prayed somehow Spencer hadn’t seen me beeline out to this door and that somehow he wouldn’t find me. 

The thing I liked about smokers is that they never felt the need to stand around making conversation as they smoked. I stood in the peaceful quiet of the pit, feeling my body begin to calm down and my heart rate begin to level out. 

That is, until I saw the door across the pit push open harshly, banging against the outside of the bar and causing people to jump. I knew it was Spencer instantly, not only from the aggressive door action, but the fact that he towered over virtually everyone else outside. It wasn’t hard to spot his mussed brown hair over the other heads of the crowd, which meant it wouldn’t take him long to spot me with his vantage point either. I cursed under my breath and turned to face the fence enclosing the smoker’s pit, looking out over the crowded parking lot and wincing as I heard my name again. 

“Y/N!” He exclaimed, his voice loud behind me now. I sighed slightly, flicking the ash off the cigarette and shaking my head, not turning around. 

“Spencer, please don’t do this right now.” I said quietly. 

“Are you smoking?!” He huffed loudly, grabbing my arm and gently tugging me to face him. “Y/N, what the hell?” 

I looked up at him with as blank of a face I could muster and threw the cigarette at our feet, stomping on it with my high-heeled foot while not breaking eye contact. He crossed his arms, watching me with an eyebrow raised. 

“Seriously?” 

“I don’t wanna talk, Spencer.” 

“Too bad.” He growled, pulling me again out of the fenced area and into the parking lot. He turned to face me finally, letting go of my arm. 

I could feel the emotions bubbling back up inside me, and I inwardly cursed him for finding me as I felt tears welling in my eyes. 

“Please, don’t.” I begged quietly, my voice cracking. “I’m embarrassed enough.” 

“Don’t what?” He asked, his tone and expression softening as he took in my face, taking a step towards me. I took a step back, crossing my arms over my body and trying to swallow away the lump in my throat. “Hey,” he whispered. 

“I can’t… I can’t handle you rejecting me. So, please. Just pretend you don’t know, okay? Please don’t say anything.” It was hard to get the words out without sobbing, and I hugged myself tighter as I felt my chin quiver. 

“Y/N, my God…” he whispered, stepping closer to me again. “Please, just listen, okay?” 

I was face-to-face with his chest as he got closer to me, and he reached up to press his thumb between my eyebrows again, looking down at me with sad eyes. 

“I was not planning on rejecting you,” he started. “I-in fact, I, I was planning on telling you that… I feel the same way.” He relaxed his hand against my face, his palm cupping my cheek as he gently ran his thumb over my eyebrow, his fingers tickling my hair at the nape of my neck. 

When we get all alone

I'll make myself at home

And he'll want me to stay

“I love you, Y/N. I have for so long.” He was scanning my face, eyes desperate, as he whispered his confession. My tears were running down my cheeks, his hand against my face catching them as they fell. 

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, and I was sure I would need a defibrillator to restart my heart after this interaction. My mouth was agape as I looked up at him with teary eyes, the dim lights in the parking lot shining down and making him look like an angel. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, so lightly I was sure I was imagining it, and I felt my eyes flutter closed as he wiped my tears off my face with his hand, sliding it back to tangle his fingers into my hair and tilting my head back ever so gently to gain better access as he towered over me. I lifted my feet slightly, my 4-inch heels coming off the ground as I stood on the balls of my feet, attempting to get closer to him as he deepened the kiss. His mouth was intoxicating, and I could taste the salt of my tears mingled into our kiss. He tasted so sweet, and there was a tinge of bitterness on his tongue, no doubt from the whisky that I would guess he had downed before coming out to find me. I hoped I didn’t taste too much like cigarettes. 

His other arm had snaked around my waist now, and he was holding me up on my tiptoes as he kissed me hungrily. I moved my hands from where they had been gripping onto his clothes for support and wrapped my arms around his neck fully, bringing us as close as I possibly could. He was grunting and moaning into my mouth, and his need for me was tangible, as mine was for him. Our kiss was full of years of built up repressed feelings, and it was enough to make me weak in the knees. 

Spencer was fully holding me up by the time we finally pulled apart for air, both gasping hard as he held me against him. 

“Spencer,” I whispered, my chest heaving against his in perfect time. 

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raspy as he kissed the corner of my mouth, and then my cheek, and then my ear. “I love you, god, so much.” 

“I love you, Spence.” I said softly, running my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. 

“I know,” he pressed a chaste kiss to my neck as I felt him smile against my skin.

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

Where we gonna go?

I think he knows

[diegos-butt]

Captain Syverson x (f)reader

Summary: you wake up in an unusual situation with all the memories of the night before.

Part one

Warnings: getting hit in the face with a snowball, awkwardness, fluff

Wordcount: 1.6k

A/N: there you go a part two! hope you like it! took a little longer than i wished, but i started my internship and therefore i have much less time to write unfortunately 🥺

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When I woke up, my hand was touching something warm and furry, and the position I was in was quite comfortable. Still half asleep I snuggled further into the soft and furry, teddy bear like thing embracing me, feeling warm and safe.

Until the furry something moved. Up and down. Then it wiggled slightly. My eyes shot open, and I realized I was on the couch. With Sy. Half on top of Sy to be honest. My hand was underneath his shirt and rested on his furry chest. That explains the teddy bear feeling.

Memories of last night flooded back into my brain. Taking shots, me taking my bra off, me telling Sy what I thought of him. Oh god no, what did I tell him?!

“Mornin’ darlin’.” A deep, low voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Did ya sleep well?” Sy tightened his arms around me, like he knew I would want to stand up immediately.

“Uhm, I think so yeah,” I muttered. My hand still rested underneath his shirt and as quick as lightening I retrieved it, only to awkwardly hold it to myself because I didn’t know where else to put it. My head rested in the crook of his neck, and I tried to lean back a little, to create a bit more distance between us.

“Good. Quite a night uh?” he smirked. The twinkle in his eyes unmistakable. “Told ya I could handle taking shots better.”

I hummed in response, not really knowing how to handle the situation. Sy stretched his legs out in front of him with a grunt, and I could hear his stomach grumble.

“What do you remember from last night?” he asked.

I went over my options in my head. I could tell him the truth, that the memories from last night flooded back into my brain, or I could lie. Tell him I didn’t remember anything; it would be easier. And, I would spare me the humiliating talk about it.

“Nothing really,” I decided to lie.

Sy just chuckled, but he released me from his grip as he stood up. Grabbing the blanket, he tucked me in a little bit and brought his face close to mine. “Why don’t you wake up a bit and try to remember something? I’ll take a quick shower and then I can fill in the blanks over breakfast.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and walked out of the room.

I was left behind on the couch in a bit of a shock. Why would he kiss my forehead after I blunted out all of those things last night?

To make sure I would not have a complete breakdown on the spot, I got up and make myself some breakfast. Once I finished eating it, I heard the shower had been turned off and I could hear Sy rummaging in his room.

Quickly I placed my plate in the sink, and rushed past Sy as he came back into the kitchen.

“Hey, I thought we were gonna have breakfast!” he yelled.

“Was hungry so I ate already! Taking a shower now!” Not looking back, I locked myself in the shower, taking a few deep breaths as I undressed and took a nice, hot shower.

The shower helped me calm down a bit. But once I was fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater, I sat on my bed, not really wanting to face Sy already. I knew he would make fun of me, about the things I said. And I couldn’t blame him, it was kind of funny from his point of view. I mean, I would totally do the same.

But the problem was, there was a truth to the things I said. Okay, maybe I could have phrased my words differently. I could have just told him I liked him, that I liked having him around, that I wanted to see if there was something more between us. But no, I had to tell him I had a thing for his thighs for fuck’s sake.

Resting my elbows on my knees, I hid my face in my hands. I need to get out of here. I looked outside, the storm had calmed down, the city covered in a nice, thick pack of snow. A walk in the cold wouldn’t hurt.

Quickly I put my boots on and grabbed my coat on my way out. “Going for a walk! See ya in a bit!” I yelled as I stormed out the door, snatching my keys out of the bowl by the door. While I slammed the door shut behind me, I heard Sy yell something, but I ignored it and ran off.

Once I was outside, the cold was a welcoming feeling. Ever since I woke up on Sy’s chest, I was warm. My cheeks had not stopped burning, luckily the cold made me cool down a bit.

Without a plan I wandered around, and soon I realized my feet were dragging me to the park. Some kids were playing, holding snowball fights, having fun.

“Hey!” I suddenly heard from behind, and when I turned around, I was hit in the face with a snowball. Hard.

“What the fuck,” I yelled and wiped the snow out of my face. After I finally could see normal again, I saw there was someone in front of me with the most annoying grin ever on his face. “What was that for?”

“You forgot your scarf,” Sy deadpanned, but handed me my wool green scarf. With a dead glare I snatched it out of his hands, and wrapped it around my neck.

“Okay, thanks,” I said and turned around to walk away from him, but his hand grabbed my upper arm firmly. Sy spun me around, so I was facing him. A small gasp left my lips, and a smile toyed on his lips.

"I wasn't done darlin'," he smirked. In the next moment Sy was fast, too fast. and before I knew it another snowball was crushed on my head.

"Hey!!" I yelled. Sy quickly ran off with a roaring laugh, hiding behind a tree. "Oh, you're a dead man!" I ran towards him while scooping snow up, making a snowball.

But Sy avoided getting hit, and for 10 minutes straight we threw snowballs at each other. Sy hitting me more than I hit him, but for a moment I forgot about last night, and everything felt normal again.

Until Sy had to ruin that again. We had just called a truce, and I rested with my back against the tree. "So, you ready to talk about last night now?"

I sighed heavily, and wiped some snow of my sleeves. "I have an idea, why don't we just forget about it and move on? Sound great uh?"

"Yeah, that's not gonna work baby," he said and moved closer to me. In mere seconds the space between us disappeared. Sy trapped my body between his firm chest and the tree, and I couldn't help myself to place my hands on his pecs.

After I realized what I did, I quickly retracted my hands and glared at my feet. Until I realized I couldn't see my feet, I just saw Sy's body pressed against mine.

But Sy's finger under my chin gave me no other option than to look him in the eyes. A slightly cocked eyebrow, bright curious eyes, soft look on his face; the Sy in front of me seemed confident, yet a bit nervous.

"What are you so scared about?" Sy asked softly. Snow suddenly falling again, little white speckles falling on his nose.

My hand reached up, and with a finger I wiped a snowflake of his nose. "I don't know, I embarrassed myself pretty big last night and I don't want anything to change between us," I smiled. "I like having you around."

"Alright, so you do remember last night," he winked. "I have two questions. One: you're not saying what you said last night wasn't true, so you were telling the truth? And two: who says a change between us means I won't be around anymore? Maybe a change means I'll be around even more?"

For a moment my brain stopped working. Sy chuckled, and brought his hand to my face to wipe a snowflake from my nose this time. In that moment I had forgotten about our surroundings, it was just us in the park, no screaming kids. My hands were suddenly no longer as cold as seconds ago.

"One: yes, I was speaking the truth, but you just have a really nice ass. No denying there!" I said after I pulled myself back together. Sy laughed, and leant a little closer, his cologne hitting my senses.

"Good to know."

"And two: care to elaborate on that one a little more?"

I noticed the grin on his face grow a little wider. He bumped his nose against mine, and I gripped his jacket while butterflies filled my stomach. He pressed a kiss on one cheek, and one on the other one.

"How about we figure that out together?" His thumb stroked my lower lip, and I slightly opened my lips. My gaze fell on his, he licked his lips and tucked my chin closer to him. His other hand fell to my waist, gripping me tight.

Slowly he closed the gap between us, my heartbeat rising. The moment his lips touched mine the ground beneath me disappeared. Everything felt right, as it was like it was supposed to be.

We broke apart, resting foreheads against each other. My hands slipped around his neck, and he gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"How about we get you drunk and let you make an awkward confession about me first?" I smirked.

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

In Bloom🌙

summary: tender moments in the early morning and afternoon of Wednesday.

pairing: Zira (fem!black!oc) x Aaron Hotchner, Jillian Daly x Maggie Daly

warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, some dirty thoughts

an: this was fun to write, all my floral class knowledge i got from my irl bestie who’s a florist 🥺 song inspo is cassiopeia by anju

word count: 1.5k

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There’s only one place that Zira lets herself be completely honest and it’s the blank canvas of a document. She hasn’t even gotten ready yet or gone to get coffee. As soon as she wakes up, the idea sits fresh in her head. She needs to get it out, and process what she’s feeling for this man who’s been in her life for no more than 48 hours.

i could list the things your mouth against mine beats out

not because it’s easy, not because i lack favorites

but because your kiss was that sweet, that savory, that sour, it was everything.

warm summer days and cozy winter nights

like the first and last chapter in a book and everything in between

it was being filled with all things great and emptied of everything evil.

it was better than everything i’ve ever held dear

better than beholding the moon in the night sky

than fingers flying over keys

than the tip of a cow’s nose

than the rich darkness of a chocolate bar

i have to find something better, i’m desperate to.

something bigger and brighter and warmer

i don’t know if i can

but i have to

She leans away from the computer, needing to separate herself from what she’s just written. That’s when she realizes she’s crying, angrily wiping tears from her face. She shouldn’t do this. She shouldn’t get ready with him in mind, or flirt while serving him breakfast, or make plans with him. If anything she should cut him off. But even now, 48 hours in, she can’t. She needs to drink up every drop of what he’ll give her in these 12 days.

Just company. Just company.

When she heads downstairs it’s a little later than usual, and she’s kind of a mess according to her standards, in a pair of worn jeans and a band-tee. Entering the kitchen she stops in her tracks at the sight of Aaron chatting with Jillian and Maggie over coffee and trays of fruit.

“There’s our sweet peach.” Jillian smiles, lifting her mug up.

Her brain is malfunctioning given the circumstances of the morning and so all that comes out of her is, “Aaron’s here.”

“Yeah for the next 12 days.” Jillian tilts her head in confusion.

Aaron looks a little wounded, can’t deny that his ego is bruised from the look on Zira’s face. It isn’t disappointment per se, and it’s not like her face fell but she doesn’t exactly look like she’s happy to see him. He can take a hint though he’s confused, he thought last night went well.

“I just finished this cup, so I’ll excuse myself. Thank you for the coffee Jill. Maggie.” He sets his mug in the sink, heads towards the door. He kisses Zira on the cheek, murmurs something about seeing her later before gliding through the door.

“What was he doing in here?”

Jillian snorts. “You need to worry less about that and more about apologizing. You looked at him with not a shred of happiness.”

“Well I was surprised, he’s a guest, we never have guests back here.”

“He’s your guy, and he was up early, so Mags invited him for coffee.”

“He’s not my guy.”

“So the kiss,”

“Oh god, he’s told you about that?”

“Zigs, you’ve already admitted that you like him, why not lean into it. He’s here for 12 more days, how much of a commitment could it be?” Maggie asks gently.

She knows that Maggie is right, it shouldn’t be a big commitment but he’s in her heart. He’s made it into the foyer and if this continues the way it does, he’ll make it into the deepest and darkest parts of her. All of this is true yet her feet start moving, and she’s out the door, following him. She sees a glimpse of him walking out of the dining room out onto the patio and makes a beeline for him. She takes a seat next to him on the same swing they were on not 24 hours ago. The air’s a little heavier, both of them more deflated.

“I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you need to apologize to me about.”

“Aaron.”

“Zira.”

She has to choose her words wisely. She realizes that even though her feelings about him are conflicted she doesn’t want to hurt him. “It’s not that I wasn’t happy to see you, I’ve told you I don’t do this, and I was just surprised.”

“Surprised.” He repeats, almost questioning.

“Surprised, that’s all. I’m happy to see you. I am. And I’ll be even happier if you’re coming camping with me tonight.”

“You still want to do that?”

“Well if you don’t want to, I guess I could ask someone else. That guy who skis in Colorado might,”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to hers. Zira’s hand immediately raises to push through his hair and then cups his cheek. He feels so good against her and she wishes that she could crawl into his lap and grind down onto him. She remembers that she’s at work, and that other guests can see this so she keeps it clean, and pulls away even when she doesn’t want to.

Her mouth lifts up into a smirk, and the look in her eyes makes Aaron’s cheeks heat. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I’d say your deducing skills are at a solid 5 out of 10 since that was a blatant confirmation.” He presses his lips together in an attempt to hide his own smirk but she sees his lips twitch.

“And I say your rating skills suck. Look, I’ve gotta go help out and then I have my flower class at noon but after that I’m free.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Yeah, you will be.” She says cheekily, planting a quick kiss on his lips before popping up and heading back for the kitchen.

Breakfast is stolen glances and flirty smiles, as Zira and other employees make their way around the dining room, serving and bussing tables.

—

If he sits on his balcony he has a perfect view of the small garden growing in the back. More importantly he has a perfect view of Zira who’s looking confident and sweet as she teaches a flower arrangement class. She’s changed into a white dress with puffed sleeves, half of her hair pinned back to keep it out of her face, looking almost fairy-like.

He’s trying to read a book and failing because her voice is captivating. She’s so knowledgeable, listing the types of flowers and all of the materials that everyone will need to build an arrangement. He didn’t know there was so much that goes into floral design. There’s the known necessities of a vase, and the flowers and greenery. But then there’s the chicken wire for a base, the shears to clip and cut, and flower tape to keep things in place.

She makes sure to stress the fact that there’s a front and a back to the arrangement, and that there’s a focal point. It’s the most important part of the arrangement, design wise at least, and it’s how to construct it. Everything lies in bringing a person’s eyes to that point. If Aaron’s being honest with himself all he can think about is how she’s become that for him.

She’s walking around her participants, murmuring encouragement or gently correcting when she glances up at where he’s sitting, and catches his eye. She winks at him with a sly grin and he can’t stop the smile that spreads across his face if he wanted to.

If he wasn’t sitting, he wouldn’t be surprised if his knees buckle. He’s totally smitten with her. As the class continues he thinks about how she makes him feel, landing on light. And when he comes to that conclusion he tries to find a time where he’s felt like this before but he can’t. The feeling of seeing her and being with her is completely new which is something he didn’t think was possible. Things with Haley, they had been good, he can distinctly remember that but had they been like this? He’s experienced a lot and was resigned to living a known life, all until his eyes laid on her.

He won’t let this feeling scare him, not only for himself but for her. He senses her hesitancy, identifies it in her eyes every time they’re together. If there’s a time to throw caution to the wind it’s now, here with her. He’ll live in the moment and give her his all. This feels like an opportunity to start healing. It feels like a place where he can just be, and feel, and…love? To let go.

“Yoo-hoo, Aaron, anybody in there?” Her voice is a guide back to reality.

He clears his throat and stands up to look over the railing at her. She’s got something behind her back, looking up at him with that same sly grin. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”

“I made this for you, I hope you like blue.” In her hands is a floral arrangement of flowers, all different shades of blue in a white vase.

She’s so great at making him smile, he’s pretty sure that his cheekbones will hurt by the time he leaves. “Blue’s actually my favorite.”

“Then I’ll bring it up to you and then we can grab lunch, lounge a bit, and pack up?”

“I’d like that.”

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[chateautae]

i just finished the final act of heart of the flame and my god :( what a tear jerker😭 PROBABLY ONE OF YOUR FINEST WORKS 😭

agh my heart hurts so much for jin😭 he’s so sweet and the fact that he was willing to let oc go to be happy with someone else? pls tell me he gets a happy ending in the end😭 I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE TO BE HIS SOMEONE SPECIAL🤧🤧 i can’t lie, i was rooting for jin and oc to be endgame bc of how much more stable they are together. BUT IF OC’S HEART LIES WITH TAE I CAN’T FAULT HER. THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS.

was i surprised when tae flew out all the to LA to see oc and to propose to her?? YES I WAS. i was so torn in that scene bc its like theres so much chemistry with tae and he’s still in her heart but jin provides her with warmth and stability with his maturity and doesn’t make her feel so insane. AGHHHH😭 whether she were to choose tae or jin i would’ve been equally as happy, bc at the end of the day, as long as oc is happy that’s what matters😭😭 BUT I RLLY HOPE MY BOI SEOKJIN IS OKAY AND IS HAPPY🤧 HE WAS THE WATER THAT MELLOWED HER OUT AND MY BB DESERVES TO BE HAPPY (preferably with me 💀) TOO!!

AGH THIS WAS SO GOOD SAMMY. I RLLY FINISHED THIS WHOLE SERIES IN LESS THAN 12 HOURS AND WENT THROUGH SO MANY EMOTIONS IN ONE DAY😭 i hope oc and tae are working things out better now and are actually communicating and listening to each other bc PHEW I WAS FRUSTRATED AT SO MANY POINTS THROUGHOUT THIS SERIES. the things that were at stake were serious issues that i know for sure if it were me, i would walk out so fast too AND THATS WHAT MAKES IT SO FRUSTRATING BC I GET IT🤧 ITS LIKE I WOULD WALK OUT TOO BUT ALSO LIKE PLS TALK TO EACH OTHER😭

also i felt so bad for tae bc he was basically as*aulted and taken advantage of when he was at a low point and had so many things going on in his head. i defs had some trouble reading through that scene and was super frustrated with kate. tried to give her the benefit of the doubt and it backfired🥴 SHES THE WORST. my poor bb :(

ALL IN ALL, THE PLOT?? 100/10. THE SMUT?? 100/10. THE ANGST 100/10. THE FLUFF?? 100/10. THIS WAS SUCH A GREAT READ.

I WILL BE READING THE SECOND PART OF HOTTER THAN HELL NEXT AND AM JUST BEAMING WITH EXCITEMENT BC LUCIFER JUNGKOOK IS BACKKKK AND HES SO HOTTTT😭 GENUINELY AM IN LOVE WITH THE DYNAMIC BETWEEN HIM AND OC. I SERIOUSLY LOVE THIS COUPLE SO MUCH GAHHH!! ITS LIKE CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY😭 AND AFTER THAT ILL BE READING THE MID DRABBLES (MY BABIES) AND THE JOON FIC HEHE!!

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SATURN ANON MY LOVE!! I've enjoyed all your asks and I decided to reply to each one separately just because of how much you mention!! And I want to address each thing you say with the same devotion you've shown me by sending these wonderful asks 🥺

AGHH IK seokjin's ending really did tear people up, but it's just another sad reality we have to unfortunately accept sometimes; one's happiness results in another's sadness. I've always kind of had the same dilemma in my life? Where I have this one person who I have so much history and undeniable chemistry with, the kind that sweeps me off my feet and makes me feel infinite, but his love is so fickle and fizzles out quickly much like a flame, but then you have the safer guy who's everything you need and yet, still lacks something? That dilemma is always the hardest to navigate so YES!! I HOPE MY BABY SEOKJIN IS HAPPIER WITH SOMEONE ELSE HE DESERVES THE WORLD!! AND IF OC IS HAPPY WITH TAE THEN IM HAPPY FOR HER TOO!! ME TOO sometimes as readers we always yell at the characters "just talk to each other!!" but irl, communication can get so murky for so many different reasons. I myself am such a poorly confrontational person because I'm always so afraid of voicing my feelings and potentially hurting someone with them or I just don't like the conflict it could possibly start, so I'm also bad with communicating when I have an issue with someone, and these easily create misunderstandings or mistranslation on multiple occasions!!

AND YES FINALLY SOMEBODY MENTIONED WHAT HAPPENED TO TAE it really was quite upsetting to see that happen to him, our baby :(( that's why i was acc sad when people were accusing him of cheating, don't always assume the worst!!

AHHH I HOPE YOU LOVE EVERYTHING MY LOVE thank you for all these wonderful reviews and being the sweetheart you are!! <33

[heytheredeann]

If you take prompts, apologies if you don't: solo comes back from a mission like honeypot or smth and he's so tired after the flight back and he drags himself home and goes to Illya and gets cuddled, bc i need all the fluff🥺🥺🥺

Sure, the worst thing that can happen if you send a prompt is that I will try and fail to fill it and I will have subject myself to the mortifying ordeal of admitting as much LOL.  Here you go, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

(Ao3 version)

He manages to get the key in on his second try, which is quite impressive, if he can say so himself. He’s tired enough that it’s a tiny miracle that he didn’t try to break into the wrong apartment, really. Or the wrong building to begin with.

He’s so thoroughly exhausted that everything feels numb, even breathing doesn’t feel too satisfactory, as if his lungs had decided that they are going to let in about 50% of the oxygen they’d have room for, because that is the maximum effort that they are capable of at the moment. Pushing the door open without making too much noise as he walks in, just in case Illya is asleep, is a challenge, given how tempting it would be to drag his feet and possibly kneel over and sleep by the door, but he makes an effort, trying to think of his wonderful bed and his personal space heather that he has every intention of snuggling with, whatever he may think of it.

When he glances at their bedroom, he finds the door open and the light still on. He smiles a little, barely remembering to lock the door before he miraculously finds enough will to stride to the bedroom.

Illya is lying on his side of the bed, already under the covers and reading a book, which he puts down to give him a onceover. “All good?” he asks, with that little inquisitory frown that means he’s ready to detect any bullshit coming from him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Napoleon says, waving a dismissing hand before shrugging off his jacket. “I’m just wrecked.” The mission did go well, he’s always been good at charming smiles and seduction followed by some quick stealing, he got out without so much as a scratch—well, with some scratches, but not the bad kind. He just really wants to sleep for a week. “There was a damn kid kicking my seat the whole flight,” he mutters, which makes Illya grin, because of course he’s delighted by his misfortune, the asshole.

A few moments later, though, he finds his pyjamas waiting for him, left by Illya so that he wouldn’t have to dig through any drawers once he came back, so maybe he can forgive him for being a bit of an asshole.

He quickly gets changed, eyeing Illya only to find that he’s gone back to his book, and god that spot next to him looks terribly inviting. Soon enough, he’s crawling under the covers and curling up next to Illya, sliding under his arm and wrapping himself around him like ‘a really clingy bear’ – Illya’s words, not his: it’s kind of an habit.

He takes a deep breath, his head profusely thanking him as soon as he’s closed his eyes and his muscles beginning to relax now that he doesn’t have to hold himself up anymore.

Illya shifts a little to adjust his grip on him, because for all his teasing about clingy bears he is always happy to hold him, and he quietly asks: “Do you need me to turn it off?”

It takes a few seconds for Napoleon to even realize that he’s talking about the light. “Honestly, I’m too tired to care,” he mutters, nuzzling against his shirt as if to get better settled. He feels so heavy that, really, not being surrounded by darkness is not going to do much to keep him from sleeping.

He feels more than hears Illya humming in acknowledgement, and yet in a few seconds something moves to shield him from the lamp. He takes a peak, his natural curiosity not quite dead yet, apparently, to find that Illya has moved the book in front of the lamp anyway. He smiles, his chest filling with so much affection that for a second he considers dragging himself up to kiss him, but he only closes his eyes again, gripping him a little tighter and muttering a ‘good night’.

By morning, he won’t even remember his answer, just the comforting weight of Illya’s arm around him, the steady thump against his ear and a passing thought that sounded a lot like ah, it’s so good to be home.

[anxiety-banana]

Bro, this is so sweet ty 🥺 I may have done this (or something similar) before but I'm not complaining

I have a few I'm really proud of and would like to show off, if anyone would like some Ahsoka content

I feel like I have to mention Ashes, Ashes since I just finished it today and I'm still in that blissful proud mode (that is, before it gets cringy to read in about a week). Mostly the first chapter, and the last 2-3 are the ones I worked the hardest on.

And this one, called someone will love you, is one I'm not as proud of as I am happy that I wrote it, because it's still kind of a comfort fic for myself, and I still like rereading it. I hope it can make someone else happy :)

This one (On Nights Like This) is one I wrote mostly for fluff purposes, but the title is actually capitalized which means I enjoyed it which means it's not too terrible, and it makes me happy. V fluffy. Probably too fluffy, but too bad.

(ya, random fact about me, if the title is Capitalized Like This it means i somehow liked it to a point that i probably won't get tired of it [meaning, either a long-fic or exclusively fluff], but if it's just normal it probably means it's angsty lol)

Lastly (because I'm an anxious bean and I need recognition but also constantly feel like I'm bragging, fun times), No News Is Good News, which is *technically* a prequel, but since it's a prequel, could be read on it's own. It's some of my better writing, and it was my first time seriously writing child characters. I still like it, and I honestly like it a little better than the actual fic, Didn't Know I Was Lost 😂

Now, since that whole rant is over, some fics I've recently been in love with :D I bookmark everything, so head over to ao3 if you want to go have a field day with clone wars content

THIS. @ashgryff WROTE THIS AND I AM STILL SCREAMING ABOUT IT. IT WILL MAKE YOUR TEETH ROT, IT IS SO FLUFFY, I LIVE FOR IT. LOTS OF ANAKIN AND AHSOKA FLUFF, OBITINE, BEAUTIFUL BANTER, AND CHAPTER FOUR DESTROYED ME IT IS WHAT I READ WHEN I AM DEPRESSED I AM NOT KIDDING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS

This is one of the ones that has an actual no-canon ship in it so I thought I should put that out there haha, this is modern Rexsoka. But it is also THE GREATEST MODERN REXSOKA EVER LIKE I KID YOU NOT @ljbrary SOB ABOUT IT EVERY TIME @amukmuk UPDATES. GO CHECK IT OUT, CALLED ONE DAY. GO SCREAM AT AUTHOR ABOUT HOW AMAZING IT IS

asdkfjlsadf THIS. This hecking fic- it is perfect, it is modern Ahsoka and Anakin sibling stuff, I will never get over it. Go read it. Now.

I may have mentioned it before but OH MY GOSH THIS FIC. @hannah-schooler WAY TO DESTROY ME AND PIECE ME BACK TOGETHER?? It inspired a fic I wrote (and am in the process of rewriting and editing aksjdasdf) called then one day feels like you wake up, which doesn't do this beauty of a fic justice. Anakin and Ahsoka sibling fluff, because really, what else would I read?

Now! Tags!! I'm not closely connected with a ton of people on Tumblr, and I don't spend much time on here anymore, but I'm still going to tag everyone I can haha, hang in there

(if you do art or something else, please feel free to add as well!! this is in no way writing exclusive and i want to see what you're proud of!!)

@a-sketchy-jedi @ashgryff @city-of-fae @giggles-and-freckles @hannah-schooler @lynnpaper @ljbrary @lavenderstaars @m0mmat0rtle @renegadeontherunn @stolen-pen-name23 @webtrinsic1122

Time to Shine Thursday

This tag game was created in hopes of reaching at least a few people and creating more awareness for the creator-side of Tumblr. Time to Shine Thursday is inspired by these posts and meant to be for all artists alike: writers, editors, poets, GIF makers, cartoonists etc. This is me giving you all an excuse to show off!

Only rule: Be as thirsty for attention as you want to be! Link one of your old fics/art pieces or one that didn’t get enough attention, link a work you loved to create or share a draft from your newest WIP. Or do all of these. Be greedy. Show your art. Crave attention. Be proud. And don’t forget to give your friends an excuse to show off theirs!

Additional note: Please consider dropping one of your favourite hidden gems by another author along with your own work so others can enjoy it as well and so that it doesn’t stay buried any longer!

Reminder: I’ve started tracking #userlightasthesun for anyone posting new content in-between weeks and wanting to be tagged for the upcoming Time to Shine Thursday. Use the tag on the original post (not a rb of it!) when you post new content and I'll make sure to include you.

No pressure tags: @zoruui @ultimatedirk @its-kinda-snowy @pandora15 @xavimascheranos @vanilla-chip-101 @jonzij @doctorcziken @thememerman @hobbitsoupbowl @camelotsheart @southfarthing @useless-info-for-hours @doodlethezen @thechaoticfanartist @anxiety-banana @webtrinsic1122 @itsybitsybatsyspider @sonderwalker @calltomuster @cafffine @blacklilyqueen @arahxdjarin @mintywriteswritings @wankenobae @beanabouttown @cloudxstrife @mensource @iamscoby @revenge-of-the-shit @meginatoris @arthurpendragonns