#may you end up with whoever your sweet little heart wants to end up with

[deathsweetblossoms]

Elain had always been gentle and sweet — and I had considered it a different sort of strength. A better strength. To look at the hardness of the world and choose, over and over, to love, to be kind. She had always been so full of light.

[moonstruckme]

Hey! Unsure what happened but I copy+pasted a request into my doc and now it's gone :( Anyway to whoever sent this, thank you!

Request: can i request hurt/comofort with high!reader x buzzed!sirius (or poly!mar whatever you’d like) where reader smokes a little more then she can handle and he takes care of her but he’s like still a little high himself, if that makes sense TT just nice and lovey and dovey!!!!

cw: weed, greening out, mention of vomit/nausea

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 727 words

Sirius is trying to be comforting, but he keeps getting distracted by the feel of your back underneath his hand. The muscles of your shoulders are tight, your breathing stilted and your skin shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Sirius can’t stop thinking about how he’d like to rest his face in between your shoulder blades and kiss an adoring line down your spine. He worries it wouldn’t be very helpful. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is quieter than breath, a soft sigh drooping your shoulders as you let your head loll forward. 

Your body starts to list forward with it. Sirius weaves his arm under yours, settling down more comfortably on the bathroom floor and pulling you back against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses the crown of your head. “I should have warned you about this. I need to remember to be careful with you.” 

Caution isn’t really in Sirius’ nature, but however unwisely, you put a lot of trust in him. The weed you’d smoked tonight was a different strain than the one he’s shared with you before, but he’d forgotten to clue you in. You’d matched him hit for hit, and with your lower tolerance it hadn’t ended well. You’ve been sick more than once. 

“You’re so nice,” you whisper. Your voice sounds tight. Sirius’ chest contracts, worrying you’re starting to get teary. “You don’t have to take care of me, but you are. You’re so, so nice.” Definitely teary now. “I’m really sorry for ruining your night.” 

“Aw, sweetheart.” He kisses the side of your face with something akin to desperation. He already feels like his heart is going to spill right out of his ribcage, and your upset makes it about ten times worse. “You’re not ruining anything. Of course I have to take care of you, you’re my girl, you know? I want to.” 

He peers around you, trying to see your face. You’ve got that same, slightly spaced-out look you’ve had for the past hour, a sad little line between your brows. Sirius reaches up to smooth it out with his finger, and you turn toward him like you’d forgotten he was there. He wonders if this much affection can actually crush his bones to dust. It feels plausible.

“I love you,” he says. 

You sigh, fitting your head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. It’s not a happy sound, but he knows it’s not meant for him. “You, too.” 

You take his hand, turning it palm up and tracing the lines in his skin. Your touch is so light it tickles. He has a small scar from a failed attempt at cooking with James when he first moved out, and when you get to it you raise his palm to your lips, resting them there purposefully. 

“Can I have a hug?” you mumble against his skin. 

“Fuck yeah, always.” 

Sirius does the work of turning you around, your own coordination not spectacular at the moment, and your arms curl under his arms, wrists crossing between his shoulder blades. He thinks your hands might be making fists. For his part, he rubs up and down your spine slowly, squeezing intermittently, unsure how much you want. Sirius has always been shit at comfort. He’ll keep trying as long as you let him.

“I don’t like this,” you admit. Your face feels warm where it’s pressing into his shoulder, and Sirius realizes you might be crying again. He hugs you harder. “I can’t think.” 

He feels, very acutely, his heart fracturing. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs, “I’m so sorry. I know it’s awful.” 

“I’m scared,” you whimper. 

“I know, sweet girl.” He may well be crushing you now. If your ribs are breaking, you don’t seem inclined to say anything about it. “You’ll be okay, though, I promise. I’ve got you. Just try to relax, and I’ll take care of you, yeah?” You don’t respond, sniffling. Sirius rubs your back again. “Do you feel like you’re going to be sick any more, darling?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” 

“Alright, my lovely. Let’s go to bed, okay? You might feel better when you wake up.” 

You hug him tighter. “Thank you for being so nice to me.” 

“Wrong again,” he says, tucking a kiss into your hair. “I’m not nice to you, I just love you too much.” 

[erensonly]

thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series 😈

contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.

you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?

this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.

when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.

thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.

you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.

you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"

"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.

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the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.

it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.

it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.

"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.

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next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.

when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.

he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.

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lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?

john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.

you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.

"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.

"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.

[delicious-in-imagines]

Hiiiii~! Could I get some kiss hcs for kabru, mithrun, and falin?

Of course you can, hun! (Also man, the Kabru love - all three requests I've gotten have him in there!)

Kabru of Utaya

Kabru definitely seems like the type to take good care of himself, so he's definitely got soft lips, if only a little rough on the very edge of the inside from lightly chewing them.

We all know that Kabru has his eyes on everyone constantly, reading their behavior, their reactions - and that absolutely extends to you. Especially when the pair of you are locking lips.

Oh sure, it's going to start out all sweet and chaste, just a peck here and there. But, as he does so, he's always going to be taking in the way that you react to each kiss, finding each one of your weak spots before you may even realize you have them.

He's definitely a tease. He loves long, indulgent kisses, starting with a brush of his lips against your hands tucked into his own, grazing along your knuckles. He'll slowly make his way up your arm, along your shoulder, into the crook of your neck. His pace is absolutely glacial as he continues up along your jaw, and finally, once you're desperate for his lips on yours - he goes in for the kill.

Those kinds of kisses are obviously reserved for private moments between the two of you, though he isn't against a quick smooch in front of the others.

Usually these happen before setting off for the day in the form of a 'good luck' kiss, quick and chaste as can be. Holm will tease him wondering where his good luck kiss is, meanwhile Mickbell is gagging in the background like a small kid watching their parents smooch.

Spoilers for Mithrun and Falin below!

Mithrun of the House of Kerensil

Mithrun's kisses are going to depend entirely on what point in the manga that you're getting them from him.

Pre-ending, you're going to have to be the one to initiate every kiss. He feels the effects of the kiss on him, the heat pooling in his gut, the way his heart may skip a beat - but that lacking desire really makes him struggle to reciprocate. He doesn't feel the want to kiss or embrace you, even if his body reacts to the sensations.

It's something that you wil continue to struggle with through to the end, just like making sure that he eats and sleeps to his body's satisfaction. The longing in his heart that doesn't make sense in his head - only replaced by the gentle thumping in the wake of your kisses.

Post-ending is a different story entirely. His pursuit of creating new desires means that he plays a much more active part in the relationship, especially when it comes to his kisses. They're gentle, soft things, and yet carry the insistence of a man chasing after finally wanting something in over forty years.

He'll press and press and press intent on taking everything that you're willing to give in the kiss. He'll leave you gasping for breath, face flushed and heart thumping a staccato against your sternum, meanwhile he looks only the tiniest bit ruffled. Completely unfair.

His lips are almost always lightly chapped, and if you stop him before he kisses you to tell him to put some balm on, he'll come back almost immediately, which means you get to share!

He hardly cares wherever he is, or whoever he's around. When he feels that inkling that too much time has passed since he's locked lips with you, he's going to get that kiss. The Canaries will groan, whoop, and tease constantly, considering that they are usually in the front row for these lip locks. For all their reactions, each and every one of them are glad to see Mithrun beginning to return to some sort of normalcy.

Falin Touden

Before her transformation she's more of a shy kisser. You can always tell when the two of you have been doing it, because she's all disheveled and flushed in the face.

Some of her favorite kisses are when you pepper her face in gentle kisses, though she once again gets so flustered. She'll try to reciprocate, but it usually ends in the two of you bumping noses, or clicking teeth, and peals of laughter shared between the two of you.

You can always tell whenever she wants a kiss from you, because she'll sort of hover around you, wringing her hands. If you ask her if she wants a kiss, she'll give an embarrassed squeak before nodding, and leaning in to meet you half way.

After her transformation and second revival, she's a little more of a go-getter. Gone are the days of waifishly swooning while she waits for a kiss, she'll grab ahold of you by the face, smiling so wide before she plants one right on your lips. You can feel her happiness plain on her lips, and your kisses are peppered with giggles and cooing.

She'll also continue to chase the kiss, and it almost feels like she's trying to consume you from the inside of your mouth. She won't stop until you're the one pulling away, the slightly pinprick to her pupils, blush painted along her cheeks as she rests her forehead against you, waiting for you to catch your breath before going back for round 2... or 3.

[darkestspring]

A fic with platonic yandere big brother King Aegon who gets revenge on Aemond for his beloved little sister reader. Aemond and reader are married but he is unfaithful to the reader. May it be with the brothel madam, Alys, or whoever it doesn’t matter. When Aegon finds out he does whatever in his power to give them hell and publicly humiliates them because no one dishonors his sweet little sister especially their seeming righteous brother.

you were the only one he really loved, the only one of his siblings that he cared for genuinely. You were his beloved sister, he always taunted aemond and ignored helaena, daeron was barely even a thought to him but you? precious, lovely, kind you.

You were his beloved sister, he would rather cut out his own heart than to let you face humiliation, that's why he caused such fuss when it was announced that you were to wed to aemond.

Aegon's anger was unprecedented, Alicent almost wanted to accuse him of being in love with you but she saw him with you. You smiling brightly up at him as you showed him the stitching of sunfyre that you had done for him and she saw his look of pride as he ruffled your hair. It wasn't romantic love, no. He loved you as a sister but it terrified her.

He had to be restrained by three guards and Ser Criston when he found out that that Aemond was going to wed his precious, lovely sister.

"I'll kill you. If you hurt my sister, I'll kill you." Aegon hissed at the stunned Aemond, dagger still in hand.

It was the first time they'd seen him like that and he only released the dagger when you came running, rushing towards him.

Aegon's murderous look melted into one of concern as he took notice of you.

No one had forgotten how eaily his anger seemed to melt away at the sight of you, that's why you were the first one summoned when Aegon had an angry outburst.

"How long have you known?" Aegon sat beside you as you took a sip of the tea your maid had brought you.

You automatically knew what he was talking about, just as much as you knew that he heard heard from the spies he had watching you at all times.

"The entire time." You responded quietly, still not looking up at him. There was no love lost between you and Aemond. You knew he didn't love you and though you tried, you couldn't love him. How could love be born in such a hostile environment? It was impossible.

You didn't care enough to react to the news that he repeatedly saw the same brothel worker that he had been forced to see years ago, Aegon's attempt to keep Aemond from falling in love with you, unknown to you.

It had worked, the only thing Aegon regretted was the pain it caused you, the shame it brought upon you.

Aegon had said years ago that he'd kill Aemond if he hurt you, it was a promise that he would keep.

"Are you hurt, sister?" His voice was soft as he reached across and grabbed your hand softly in his.

Tears slid down your cheeks at his comforting tone and filled up your teacup as sobs slipped from your throat. You couldn't hold in your own sorrow at hearing your eldest brother's concern.

"I... I tried so hard to love Aemond but it all ended like this. What am I doing wrong?" You sobbed in sorrow, melting in Aegon as he hugged you close to his chest, comforting you.

That damned Aemond, killing him wasn't enough.

You had only just fallen asleep, Aegon took you back to your bed and settled to write a letter, having it be delivered to dragonstone in secret.

'There's a plan to usurp you, if you break my sister's marriage to Aemond and marry her to Jace, I'll bend the knee to you, I'll tell you about everything.'

Rhaenyra gazed down at the letter with cool eyes.

"Bring me parchment to write on, I must send a letter to my brother in response to his request."

she was a kind sister after all.

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Ok, I just read your sweet yandere post and would like to add something.

I love the idea of like a mafia boss yandere or someone who is usually cruel (like maybe a Hades sort of character) but is an absolute sweet heart to their darling. One of my fave tropes

OOOOOOH I LOVE THIS TROPE! I have a character who's just like this actually, a total sweetheart to whoever he's with but has a very low tolerance for most other people.

Sorry, this is a long one lol

I'm gonna make headcanons now because you've inspired me lol.

(Banner/divider credit goes to @cafekitsune)!

Tw: Kidnapping, mentions of violence

Mafia boss! Charlie who is no stranger to violence. He's lived his entire life surrounded by it, in fact. Having a mafia boss for a father will do that to you, he guesses.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's spent his whole life working for the mafia, being trained to kill, smuggle, and deal ever since he was a child. He grew up living a life of crime, rising up the ranks (thanks to his father), before taking over as the boss when his father was killed by an unruly client.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's a cruel, ruthless man. He's killed dozens of people, injured many more, and runs his organization with an iron fist. He may be young, but he's learned enough to know that any show of trust, any display of kindness is a show of weakness, a show of vulnerability. He can't afford that, not when he's the head of the mafia, so he makes sure to make it so that no one will question or challenge his authority by any means necessary.

Mafia boss! Charlie who has very few real friends, keeping those he does have at an arm's length. He'd rather die than admit that he craves real relationships, that he desires to make genuine, true connections with others. But he can't, so he pushes his wants to the side, reminding himself that his only purpose is to keep his business running smoothly, nothing more.

Until he sees you, that is.

Mafia boss! Charlie who meets you out on a grocery run one day. Your interaction is nothing special, at least to you, but Charlie can't help but marvel at how easily you make conversation with him while ringing up his items, how seemingly unfazed you are by his snappy attitude and unapproachable appearance. It's been a long, long time since he's met anyone unafraid of him, and those people are usually rivals who are too cocky for their own good. So this, this is new. He knows it's stupid, he knows that your tiny interaction shouldn't have mattered much to someone like him, but he can't help but feel giddy about the connection he's sure he felt.

Mafia boss! Charlie who, against his better judgment, wastes no time in trying to find out who you are. It's not hard, he has an entire organization full of trained trackers, stalkers, and informants at his disposal, and by the end of the day, he has your full name, address, social media accounts, family tree, medical records, and much more safely in his welcoming hands. He knows this is a bit overkill considering he only met you today and your interaction lasted five minutes at most, but now that he has a taste of real human interaction, he's addicted. He needs more.

Mafia boss! Charlie who quickly becomes awestruck and obsessed with you. His whole life, he's been surrounded by the craftiest, cruelest, most violent people imaginable, so to see someone, especially someone as precious as you, live a completely normal life, naive to the dangers he faces everyday? It's captivating! Of course, he can't follow you all day, he is a mafia boss after all, but he has enough people following you around and recording your every move that he doesn't need to! He's never been happier to be who his is than now.

Mafia boss! Charlie who thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world. You're a sweet little thing, too gentle and too unaware of the dangers around you for your own good. He loves everything about you, no matter how weird or embarrassing. He's content to watch you carefully for a couple months, but as time goes on, his need to feel our touch, to talk to you, to see you face to face is too much. He needs you. He needs you NOW. It doesn't help that you're so vulnerable and weak compared to him, with no knowledge of weaponry or stealth to keep you safe. What if someone were to try and hurt you? Of course, his goons wouldn't let that happen, not if they wanted to keep their organs, but he would feel so much better if he could keep an eye on you personally. Not to mention, every mafia boss needs a spouse, and some of his higher ranking associates have been hinting that it's about time he found someone...

Mafia boss! Charlie who immediately starts planning your "transfer" to his house, meticulously drafting out every last detail to secure your safety. He chooses his best, most skilled employees to carry out his plan, only the best for his darling, and sends them out to bring you "home". That day you come home from work, completely unaware of the people in your apartment, completely unaware of the sleeping pills dumped into your water while you weren't looking.

Mafia boss! Charlie who's ecstatic to finally have you with him, to finally have someone to hold, to talk to, to love. He brings your unconscious body to your new room, laying you softly on the bed while instructing his employees to pack up all your belongings and bring them to him. He doesn't tie you down or chain you up, he has enough security measures in place to make sure you won't be able to escape. You won't even be able to leave your room without him being notified.

Mafia boss! Charlie who watches the camera in your room as you wake up for the first time in your new home, confused and disoriented. All of your stuff is here, but this is NOT your apartment. Where are you? He watches as you start to freak out, guilt flashing through him for the first time in his life. He doesn't want you to be scared, he just wants to keep you safe!

Mafia boss! Charlie who sends one of his gentler employees into your room to explain everything, too afraid of scaring you even further by showing up himself. He waits a few days before revealing himself to you, when your terror has calmed down and you've become more familiar with your surroundings. He kind of just stands there, unable to formulate a sentence, which is extremely unnerving to you. You've been told you're to be married to a highly respected and violent mafia boss, and here he is, just...staring. When he opens his mouth to speak, your surprised at how soft his voice is, calmly explaining to you that you're safe, you won't be hurt. He reaches out his hand to touch you, but recoils when you flinch, not wanting to push you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who does everything he can to make you more comfortable and less afraid of him, getting you anything and everything you've ever shown interest in, giving you as much space as you need, and letting you roam the rather large house freely. All you can't do is leave. He doesn't understand why you're still so scared, sure he's a criminal, but he promised he would never hurt you!

Mafia boss! Charlie who gets more desperate for your love as time goes on. He starts appearing in whatever room your in, softly talking to you about his day or about whatever you're doing, trying to get you to be more comfortable with him. Once you've gotten used to that, he starting slowly initiating physical contact, holding you in his arms like he's never going to let you go (because he won't). He tried his hardest not to push your boundaries, but eventually his need to be near you becomes too great. Rest assured though, he would never, ever dream of hurting you or purposely scaring you.

Mafia boss! Charlie who can't get enough of the feeling of your skin on his. He starts hugging/cuddling you whenever he can, holding you like you'll break if he presses too hard. He's always near you, cuddling up to you while telling you about how much he loves you, adoration shining in his eyes. He's the clingiest at night though, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you fall asleep, him watching over you until he succumbs to his own tiredness. And his kisses? They are the softest, fluffiest thing you've ever felt. He cannot get enough of your lips, and he always kisses you passionately, like you'll disappear once he separates from you. With how loving and gentle he is, it doesn't take long for you to start loving him back.

Mafia boss! Charlie who starts giving you more privileges the farther you fall into stockholm. He'll even start taking you out in public on dates once he thinks there's no chance of you trying to escape him. He'd be able to find you if you did, he has many, many connections, but he trusts you won't. He loves going out with you and doing normal, coupley things with you, it's a nice break from his usual, violent life.

Mafia boss! Charlie who is insanely protective of you, never leaving you alone in a room with anyone except for himself. He knows how dangerous it is to be associated with him and now that he has you, he refuses to let anything happen to you. Any rival who attempts to hurt, kill, or kidnap you is met with Charlie himself, who enacts the most brutal, torturous death he can possibly think of on them. Nobody will come close to hurting you, he'll make sure of it. But no matter what happens, he'll always make sure you're far, far away from the violence. He never wants to subject you to the horrors he's seen (and done).

Mafia boss! Charlie who feels awful the first time you hear him raise his voice. It wasn't at you of course, he would never, ever think of yelling at his darling, you just happened to be in the room when he was meeting with one of his associates. It's scary seeing him yell, threatening brutal acts of violence on his own employee, and for the first time you realize how different he is with others than he is with you. He's quick to shut the meeting down once he realizes you're there, spending the rest of the night apologizing to you and assuring you he would never speak to you like that. This'll be the first time he truly opens up about what his job is like and why he has to be as cruel as he is, trying to help you understand why he behaved the way he did. It's difficult for him to make himself vulnerable, but he'd gladly to it if it meant easing your mind. From then on, he makes absolute sure you aren't around whenever he has to take care of business. He refuses to let you see him like that ever again.

Mafia boss! Charlie who never lets you forget how much he needs you in his life. You're the only thing keeping him from devolving into insanity, he wouldn't know how to handle himself if you were gone. He'll give you everything and anything if you listen to him and stay by his side, so please... please don't try to leave him.

Not that you would be able to, anyway.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Macaroni Art

Summary: Your daughter desperately wants someone to come to her Father’s Day party at Daycare and Kenny steps up.

Warnings: single mom!reader, your daughter is about 4 years old, daughters birth father isn’t discussed much, it’s just accepted that he’s not around, lots of fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst

An: I don’t know why but the idea of wrestlers being sweet to their kids has been on my mind. I haven’t written for wrestling for a while and haven’t had the time to really watch it so please be kind of it’s not the best

Taglist: @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @writtingrose @xkennyxomegax @melissahausen @fiskers7136 @bellalutionn @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @thesusbunny

“Be careful!” You scolded your young daughter as she ran into the house the moment you had the door open. Your arms were occupied with your work bag and her backpack, making closing the door slightly difficult. Once you were inside you kicked your shoes off and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. The smell of food filled your nose, and you smiled slightly at what would be waiting for you when you went into the kitchen.

You set your own bag, keeping your daughter’s backpack over your shoulder as you walked further into your home. You could hear voices as you turned into the kitchen, seeing your daughter in Kenny’s arms as she told him about her day. Kenny nodded along as he stirred something on the stove.

“That sounds like so much fun” Kenny told her before he glanced up to see you. “Why don’t you go wash your hands for dinner?” He set the little girl down and she happily ran off, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

“I think I like this,” you set your daughter’s bag down before walking cover to Kenny, your arms wrapping around his neck while one of his wrapped around your waist.

“You like what?”

“You being here to cook for us when we get home.” You said with a smile. Kenny’s own smile matched yours as he placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’ll do it as long as I can.”

You and Kenny had known each other for years, you had been a promoter for different wrestling promotions over the years and you had worked with him plenty of times. If you asked any of your friends they would say they thought you were both dating back then, but you weren’t. Instead you ended up pregnant with your daughter and you left your traveling job for a more stable one.

“All clean!” Your daughter yelled as she came running back into the kitchen. You turned to her, holding your hands on your hips as you looked at her.

“What have we said about running, little missy?” You asked, watching as she blushed.

“Only walking.”

“Exactly. Kenny’s cooking in here and there’s hit stuff, you’ve got to be careful.” You picked her up as you walked over to the table. Kenny started to make plates behind you while you sat her at the table.

“What did you do at daycare today?” You asked as you started to pull things out of the bag. You let the little girl explain the different art projects as Kenny brought the plates of food over.

“…and you’ll come to school tomorrow!” She cheered, causing you to pause for a second.

“You mean mama will drop you off at school?”

“Silly mama,” she shook her head, confusing you further. “Come to lunch.” She pointed to the stack of papers that were meant for parents, little notes and reminders. You grabbed the one for today and your heart sank as you read it.

Good Evening Parents,

We’d like to remind parents that tomorrow will be our Father’s Day celebration at the daycare. Any guardian is welcome to come in for a picnic lunch and games, and at the end of the day students will give out the presents they’ve made in class. We understand not all families may have a father so any guardian is welcome and gifts were to be given to whoever the child wished to make it for. We hope to see you all there!

“Y/n?” Kenny tapped your shoulder as you finished reading the paper. You glanced at him before looking over at your daughter who had begun eating the spaghetti Kenny had made. She had a happy grin on her face as she ate, causing your chest to tighten.

“Excuse me…” you whispered as you pulled away from Kenny and went to the living room. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, and once you were alone you let them fall. How could you have forgotten? You had meant to take the day off to either go to class with her or keep her home that day, but it somehow slipped your mind. Between everyday stuff and helping Kenny after his surgeries a day off was the last thing on your mind.

As you cried a pair of strong arms enveloped you in a hug. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” Kenny gently asked, but you were too upset to verbally answer so you just shoved the paper into his hand. Kenny kept one arm around you as he read over the note.

“I was super to take the day off,” you sobbed into his chest. “I forgot and now she’s gonna be the only kid without someone there and it’s gonna break her heart. I’m such a shitty mom, how did I let this happen-

“Hey,” Kenny pulled you away from him so he could see your face. “First off, you are not a shitty mom. You raised y/d/n for three years on your own, and you did an amazing job with that little girl. Secondly, you need to take a breath, calm down a bit.” You nodded as you tried to take a few deep breaths and pull yourself together.

“She could always stay home with me tomorrow.”

“She already knows they’re doing fun stuff, she won’t want to miss. Besides, don’t you have meeting tomorrow with the bucks and Khan?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind her in the background, but there is another option.” You waited for him to continue, but he seems almost nervous to. “I don’t want to over step, I know we’ve only been together a year and y/d/n had only known me a few months, but if she really wants someone there I’d be happy to go.”

Kenny’s words shocked you a bit, not expecting him to offer something like that. Sure, Kenny had been great with your daughter in the months he’d known her, but you weren’t sure how he felt about taking a parental role yet. You and y/d/n were a package deal, but you didn’t want to push a role onto him he didn’t want. She was your daughter, not his. As long as he was kind to her that’s all that mattered in your eyes.

“Are- Are you sure?” You asked him. “I don’t want you to feel pressured to go to this. Plus, you have work stuff tomorrow.

“Out of everyone that would understand missing work for something with your kids, Matt and Nick will understand completely. And Tony is pretty understanding in general.” Kenny tried to tell you but you were still unsure. “Y/n, I love you. I want to be in your life for as long as you’ll let me, and I know that means being in her life too. I don’t want to replace her dad if that’s not what you want, but I do care about her. I will be there for her tomorrow if you’ll let me be.”

You felt more tears well up in your eyes as you thought about what he was offering. Kenny was making the step from ‘moms friend’ to being something more for y/d/n. “You’d really do that for her?”

“Absolutely.”

You couldn’t help the smile as you hugged Kenny close to your body. “Thank you,” you whispered into his neck, some of his curly hair getting stuck to your wet cheeks. “Thank you so much.”

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“Mama!” Was the first thing you heard as you opened the door after getting home from work. You hadn’t needed to pick your daughter up today due to Kenny going with her.

“Hi baby!” You kneeled down to greet her, pulling the little girl into a hug as she ran at you. “Mama missed you so much today!”

“Kenny came to school!” She excitedly said, making you smile.

“That’s what I heard, what did you do?” You stood up and walked further into the house with your daughter on your hip as she babbled about her day. You could smell pizza coming from the kitchen, and you figured Kenny must have ordered out today as you found the man on the couch.

“Hey y/d/n, why don’t you go get the thing for mama?” Kenny suggested, having your daughter quickly wiggle out of your arms. You let her down and walked over to the couch, sitting down and cuddling into his side.

“How was school?”

“Amazing. You should have seen it, she was so excited to have me there. She proudly told everyone that my name is Kenny and I’m her mamas boyfriend.”

“Did you get any pictures?”

“Lots, I’ll show you later-“

“Mama!” Y/d/n came running into the room with a gift bag. “Happy Father’s Day!” She excitedly said as she shoved the bag into your lap.

“Is this for me?” You asked and she nodded.

“Open,” she pointed at the bag and you followed her directions. You pulled out a small keychain with her fingerprints on it, and then a paper with macaroni art.

“Ooo, what’s this, baby?”you asked as you showed her the picture.

“It’s us!” She happily said. “This is you, and me,” she pointed to two blobs. “And this is Kenny. Our family,” she explained.

You felt like your heart was going to explode as you pulled y/d/n up onto your lap. “Babygirl, I love it so so much!” You kissed her cheek happily. “I think we should put the picture up in the living room so everyone can see our family, what do you think Ken?” You tired to look at the man who looked happier then you’d ever seen him.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

[theship-thewalrus]

can i request the alternate ending to this fic

considering in my thoughts after reader died i don't think aegon will even let rhaenyra touch a strand of the baby and im also want to see jace and luke reaction jejdjejejj

Hi anons! I put both of these together, hope you don't mind! I must say I love some sadness. Hope its what you are looking for :)

aegon ii targaryen x niece! wife! reader

pretty much the ask

word count: 1034 words reading time: about 6 minutes warnings: death, le sadness

Part 1 || Part 2 || Ending 1 || Ending 3 || Ending 4 || Headcanon 1 || Headcanon 2

The hurried footsteps of the small group echoed through the hall. Unlike before it was deathly silent, no more did your screams bounce off the walls, your voice was no longer heard and it was as though the world stopped moving. Not hearing you anymore made Aegon speed up, jogging past Rhaenyra and her sons.

The doors were thrown over with little regard to whoever may be close to them. Aegon's eyes roam around the room before they finally land on his wife. The first thing he noticed was the dark red blood that covered the white of the sheets. His mother's sobs filled his ears next, his eyes drifting to the side of the bed where her face was covered by her hands. But it was clear she was crying by how her body moved with each cry. He then registered how pale you were, almost the color of the sheet.

No words were uttered for him to understand what happened. The maesters had failed you, they allowed you to die. The man flew to your side, hands clutching yours as though his will alone would bring you back. But you were cold to the touch, your usual warmth had left you. Tears began to well up in his eyes as his brain began to realise what happened. "no...no, no, no, no," the words poured out of his mouth like a string of prays.

When Rhaenrya saw the scene in front of her she broke, tears welled up in her eyes but they did not fall. Her fists clenched by her side as she takes in the two cryings next to you. Her sweet child, her little girl, was gone. She remembered the day you were born, how she held you in her arms as you wailed. How she swore to protect you from all the worries and pressures of the world. Yet she had failed you, her only daughter. You died thinking she hated you, that you no longer held a place in her heart. All because she was too stubborn to speak to you.

Jacaerys was beside himself with grief, like his mother he had not spoken to you since arriving. He believed you slighted them in some way, siding with his mother instead of his little sister. He should have not cared about this stupid rivalry, you were his sister above all else. He felt like he failed you. Tears streamed down his cheeks, unlike his mother, he held no reservations about crying in front of these people. He would come up beside Alicent, not wanting to get caught up in Aegon's grief.

Similarly to his older brother, Lucerys was distraught. He stood there frozen in place, simply looking at your pale and bloodied body. Despite being so young the boy had witnessed so much death, yet it never got easier. Especially when he gazed at his sister, only adding to the bodies.

Alicent lifted her head from her hands to see Jacaerys standing there. The woman sniffled softly, standing up from her stead before moving over to the other side where her son sat. Jacaerys took Alicent's seat, grabbing onto his sister's cold and limp hand. A delicate hand began to rub Aegon's back, trying her best to comfort her distraught and broken son.

A high-pitched wail took everyone's attention away from the bed for a moment. The door opens and shows a timid and frightened maid holding a newborn child. It had been washed and wrapped up in a blanket, the maid trying her best to calm it. The Maester instructed her to show the child to the Queen and its father, but there was no indication that so many people would be there. The little boy in her arms was crying his heart out, little face contorted and fists balled up. Whisps of white hair adored his little head, the hair was still slightly damp.

Rhaenyra was the closest to the maid and the first person to move. Wanting to see her grandson, to hold him in her arms and maybe even take him away from here. To raise the child herself and away from the claws of the vultures here. But Aegon shoot up, face pulled into a murderous glare. "Don't you dare touch him!" His voice shocked everyone, the maid nearly jumping out of her skin. Rhaenyra stops in her tracks, her hand returning to her side. Turning to her half-brother she spoke loudly, in order to be heard over the small child. "He is my daughter's son, my bloo-" Aegon marched forwards anger blazing in his eyes. "He is my son! My blood! My wife's child!" He screamed, the fire inside him burning brightly.

Everyone was taken aback Lucerys moved to his mother's side, not only to get a better look at his nephew but to also support her. Jacaerys took longer to move to his mother's side, not wanting to leave you just yet. He was not ready to let you go just yet, to leave you cold and alone. But he joined his brother and mother. Alicent moved to her son's side, standing behind him just slightly.

Rhaenyra's eyes burn at Aegon, but she would not fight him right now. Not in front of her daughter's body and certainly not in front of your child. Glancing at you she moves across the room quickly, bending down slightly and placing a small kiss on your forehead. A wordless goodbye and display of the affection she should have been showing you all along. A single tear slips past her eyes and lands on your forehead. "My sweet child, I have always loved you. I pray to the gods you knew that." Her voice was soft and kind, pouring her grief into her words. Wishing her words could bring you back, even just for a moment so she could tell you how much she loved you.

"I will see my grandson. Perhaps not today, but soon." The woman says power is portrayed in her voice. Moving to the door her sons follow. Leaving Aegon and Alicetn along with you and your son. There was an underlying threat in her voice, one that may come soon.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! May I request some twst guys( your choice) with a tall prefect, who don’t really like hug because the other person face always end up in her chest but has a little soft spot for the twst boy so rarely( almost never) only if the other boy initiate the hug the prefect may hug them back?

I know it specific sorry

Tall Fem Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Being tall has its perks but it also has its downsides. Immediate judgment from others, people feeling the need to compete, being the go-to lightbulb changer, and most recently the awkwardness of hugs. If you think about it too hard whoever you're hugging gets a faceful of your chest making for an embarrassing encounter. But when your in the moment of something sweet that doesn’t matter and currently too many were taking advantage of that:

Lilia Vanrouge

Is perfect at spotting the perfect moment 

Going for the hug 

He knows not to nestle into the groove of your chest without moving his arms to maintain the status of a hug

He enjoys it even more when you get over your shock to return the hug

He doesn’t want to let go 

Unfortunately, he’s too old to play the crybaby card 

But…you can so easily be moved to tears

And tearful hugs last even longer

“There, there (Y/n) we’ve done all that we can for that poor soul. No use mulling over the past.”

Its all the more convenient as a reward after a successful…extermination

You don’t have to know that though

All you have to do is hug him tight and let him burrow into your chest

“Mmmm hugs are not only good for the body but for the heart as well. And it is best we take care of both often! So that no one goes on a rampage from lack of love”

Riddle Rosehearts

He doesn’t realize until he’s suffocating in your chest

Whether you’re moved by his painful childhood or his inner-deep feelings 

You are the one wrapping little Riddle in a hug

Unaware of the intimate obsession+ attraction you birth

Not only is your warmth engulfing him 

The softness of your breasts is all over his face

He short-circuits, most likely burning something around you

As his face burns rose-red with embarrassment 

“T-th-thanks (Y-Y/n).”

He’s genuinely moved and if he isn’t already in love with you he’s falling now

He doesn’t want it to end 

It's like letting an addict take a hit

you can’t pull away from him now

So he ushers some tears

Or spreads drool in place of it

If only to prolong a moment as perfect as this

“I greatly appreciate your support, (Y/n). If you’d be willing I’d like to return the favor.”

Ruggie Bucci

The moment is intense 

A life or death situation that forces Ruggie to drop his sly guard 

When you hug him he’s immediately comforted in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a pup

The closeness to your boobs is a secondary observation to your warmth

And as he tightens his hold around you 

He makes a big decision

That you are his and he will never let you go

“Hishishishi you’re a pretty good hugger!” 

He’s not going to cry 

but he will laugh until there are tears

So that they’ll leave a reminder of the day you’ve bonded

But if there's any chance that you may be hugging said, survivors

Don’t be surprised that he’s the only one out 

“I survived (Y/n)...where’s my hug?”

[mikachacha]

𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You and Bada are in a situationship. You're both fine with that, at least you thought you're okay with it. The more time you spent with each other, the deeper you fell for her to the point where you couldn't help but think, what if you just straight up tell her that you love her?

(A/N: So yeah.. I'm just writing stories based on songs now 🤦‍♀️ Also, please excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes because English isn't my first language 🥹 Hope y'all enjoyyyyy!)

Warning: cursing, angst (well a bit), drunk shiz.. I think that's all??

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Being in a situationship with Bada is both the greatest thing you've ever done and the worst torture. Bada's the perfect girlfriend one could ask for. Aside from the looks, she's caring, fun and just overall loveable. Seems like a perfect situation, right? Well that's where the problem arose. The more time you spent together, the more you realize that you're falling deeper for her and it sucks. Yeah, you may be sweet with each other, maybe kiss here and there but at the end of the day, she isn't yours. It's just something to pass the time or the boredom of being single. One day when she finds the person she truly wants, you'll be left in the ruins.

"You good? You've been spaced out?" Bada asked as she gently nudged your shoulder. You're just hanging out at the park late at night, enjoying the summer breeze together. You smiled at her and nodded your head, convincing her and mostly convincing yourself that you're okay. That you're all okay with this, which is a big, fat lie.

"Yeah I'm good, just thinking about something." You assured her before leaning your head on her shoulder. She hums and brushes your hair with her fingers before kissing your hair. As much as it pains you, you couldn't help but feel butterflies even at the smallest amount of affection she showers you.

"Are you free tomorrow evening?" she asked and you contemplated a bit if you should say yes or make up an excuse just to distance yourself a bit because you're falling dangerously hard for Bada and it's not good for you.

"Not really.. My friends and I planned to hang out at the bar tomorrow evening." you lied and she pouts a bit before sighing. As much as she wants to tell you to hang out with her instead, she had to remind herself that you're not her girlfriend and you're free to hang out with whoever you want.

"Well that sucks.. If you ever need a ride home since you're way too drunk, just give me a call yeah?" She says and you nodded your head, just snuggling against her side a little bit more. This might be the last time as you planned to distance yourself from Bada. Just enough for you to hopefully lose feelings and go back to the way it used to be. No strings attached.

"Will do.. Anywayssss, let's head back now? I know you need to be early tomorrow." you slowly got up and stretched and Bada couldn't help but wrap her arms around your waist, just holding you close to her. She's slowly coming in to terms that she may be falling for you though she needs to make sure that you feel the same way, too.

The moment you closed your apartment door after she walked you home was the last time you allowed yourself to be with her. As much as you wanted to keep doing whatever you had with her, it was best to let go rather than keep yourself from falling without any assurance that she'll be there to catch you.

"Thank you, Bada.. But I don't think my heart could handle this anymore.." you sighed and headed to bed with your heart heavy. You didn't even bother texting Bada anything before you slept. You were way too lost in your own misery that night.

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Bada hasn't been herself the past few days. She felt like she was going insane because she hasn't seen you or heard from you since that night. It was like you're avoiding her or actively hiding from her. You wouldn't reply to her texts, when she tried to call your phone it was unavailable. It's driving her nuts and her friends are genuinely concerned for her.

"Unnie, what's wrong? We noticed that you're not yourself the past few days.. We're worried about you.." Lusher asked, finally building the courage to ask Bada about what's going on. Their other team members are getting concerned as well. Bada rarely smiled, is always on her phone and would rush out every single day which is not like her at all.

"I don't know, Lusher.. Y/N isn't talking to me anymore. I haven't seen or heard from her for days now. It's like she's avoiding me completely. It hurts.." Bada sighed and just stared at her phone that was on the table, hoping, wishing, praying that you would respond to her messages or even call but nothing happened which made her more upset.

"Heard she's hanging out with some of our old friends from uni days at this newly opened bar tonight. Wanna go so you guys can finally talk?" Tatter asked, having overheard Bada's dilemma. Without any thoughts , Bada immediately agreed. She just wants to see you, talk to you and apologize for whatever she did wrong just so you would talk to her again. She misses you so bad.

When they got there, Bada began looking around in search of you and there you were sitting with friends and drinking. You were never the drinker type but because you wanted to forget the feelings you had for Bada, you agreed to hang out with your old friends from uni. You're willing to do anything just to ease the pain you felt. It wasn't supposed to be this way and you blame yourself for believing yours and Bada's play pretend.

As the night grew deeper, the more you drank and when you felt you've had enough, you stumbled out of the bar to get some fresh air and maybe call a cab not to go home but to hang out at the park where you last hang out with Bada. It became a routine now for you, tipsy or sober, you always find yourself at the park just to cry your sorrows and heartbreak away.

Meanwhile, Bada excused herself to her friends. She saw you get up and get out of the bar so she followed you. She knows that she's coming off as creepy and stalker-like but all she wants is to talk to you and maybe hold you in her arms one last time if you decide to walk out from whatever you had with Bada. She followed the cab that you rode with her motorbike until it stopped at the park where you last hung out with her. She could feel her heart break a little as she watched you stumble out, your soft sniffles can be heard as it was already quiet out. She doesn't even have to look closely to know that you have been crying before you even got out of that cab.

Bada parked her motorbike safely before following you and what she saw broke her even more. You were sitting at the spot where she would usually take you since it has a clear view of the night skies after you once told her that you loved star gazing. You were crying and she sat beside you, pulling you to her chest which startled you a bit and making you cry even more.

"Y/N, what's going on? Please tell me.. I've been so worried about you the past few days. Did I do something wrong?" she asked softly and you tried to calm yourself down, even just a little bit but you couldn't stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.

"Nothing's wrong, Bada. Everything's good, you didn't do anything wrong." you told her and she sighed as she rubbed your back to help you calm down.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" She asked and you took a shaky breath before looking at her in the eyes. It's now or never for you. You're not only torturing yourself but also her at the process and she doesn't deserve it so you muster all the courage you can get to tell her the truth.

"I'm not okay, Bada! I've been lying to myself, I've been lying to you whenever I tell you that I'm okay with whatever we have between us.. But it's not okay! It hurts so much, it hurts so bad so here, I'll tell you the truth.. I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you with me.." you finally bursted and Bada just looked at you in complete shock. She didn't know that you were hurting from the situation and it broke her heart to pieces hearing the truth from you. Before Bada could start talking and apologizing, you stopped her as you continued your outburst.

"I love you, Bada. I'm so damn in love with you and I don't know what the fuck to do with myself or these feelings because there's no assurance that you'll ever feel the same way as me.." you confessed and Bada just pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss filled with all the bottled up feelings she had for you.

"Fuck, Y/N.. I love you too.." She says when both of you pulled away. A smile made its way on your lips hearing those words from her. Maybe it wasn't a cruel summer with her after all.

[talesofesther]

sweet calamity | ch 8

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that’s destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it’s easier said than done.

A/N: This chapter is a little smaller than the rest, but I feel like this scene should be its own chapter, otherwise, it won't have the effect I want it to have; let me know what you thought too. Sadly, we're nearing the end :') but I already have other projects in mind. <3

Masterlist | Read ch 7 here

There was no hurry to your steps as you walked up the stairs of Ophelia Hall, fidgeting with two bottles of nail polish in your hand. Anxiety was eating at your insides the closer you got to her dorm.

Ever since last night's dance, she hasn't left your mind not even once.

You dreamt about the words she'd told you. If she knew that, she'd probably make one of those adorable faces and call you pathetic.

But could she blame you? She had been the romantic one after all.

Standing in front of the tall, wooden door, you took a deep breath in and knocked.

It took fourteen seconds for the door to open. Not that you were counting.

Wednesday stood on the other side and you could see her eyes widening the slightest bit when they met yours, but other than that, she stood as impassive as ever.

You awkwardly cleared your throat, "Enid left these in my room last night after the Rave'n," you raised the hand that held both bottles of nail polish, "I just came to give them back."

Wednesday's hold on the doorknob tightened. She blinked a couple of times, extending a hand for you.

Your gaze moved from her eyes, to her hand, and back, before gently laying both bottles on her palm. Your fingertips grazed her skin and you hated this limbo you found yourself in. Unsure of where your relationship stands.

Wednesday, on the other hand, was waging war against her own desires. Her mind was telling her to stay quiet and just let you leave; her heart was having other ideas.

Last night after your dance together, she parted ways with you with nothing but a goodnight and a squeeze of your hand in hers. You didn't tell her if you two were okay, if you still feel something for her, or if you forgave her at all. And this doubt has been pestering her the entire day.

Now, you came to her. It was an opportunity for her to be with you, alone at last; but the time to decide was running out, because you were looking at her with a goodbye ready to leave your lips.

"You may stay if you'd like," Wednesday found herself saying before she could think it through, "wait for Enid."

There was no real reason for you to wait for Enid, but you knew this had nothing to do with her anyway. You stifled a smile, glancing down at your feet. "Alright."

You walked in and Wednesday closed the door behind you. It was suddenly so intimate that you could suffocate. There was only you and her in the room, the electricity in the air was almost palpable.

The moon shines against the half-colorful round window, you could see a strange shape of something standing outside on the balcony.

Wednesday hovers awkwardly beside you, unsure of which step to take when her heart is trying to leap into your hands. "I was about to play a little," she gestures to her cello outside, quiet voice burning with an unusual rawness.

So that's what it is. You glanced outside and back to her. Wednesday is wearing an oversized hoodie, the sleeves will cover her hands if she's not careful; her braids look looser, messier; her cheeks are getting pinkier by the second; her pupils are so big her eyes seem almost entirely black. She looked vulnerable. Not bad vulnerable. Just vulnerable. Relaxed.

You feel privileged.

"If you'd like to listen," Wednesday tries to sound nonchalant but her voice betrays her. She wanted you to listen, to stay.

And now you really want to kiss her. You smile, it hurts your cheeks because of how big it is, "It would be my honor."

Listening to Wednesday play her cello up close is infinitely better than listening to it from all the way down on the quad; she's magnificent, it's like she doesn't even have to think about what note comes next, it just happens naturally. You're enraptured by the way she moves her hands, arms, fingers; by how her head sometimes follows the melody too. She's glowing under the moonlight; ethereal.

If you weren't screwed before, you sure are now — you try to think of a word to describe what you feel for her, but none seems to make it justice.

The song Wednesday chose tonight is not one she'd usually play, it's calmer, tender, gentle on the ears yet still impactful. Each time her fingers press over the cords she feels her stomach flutter. She can feel the way your eyes haven't left her once. She has your undivided attention, and she never cared this much about having someone's attention until now.

Wednesday glanced up at you and she almost stumbled on her rhythm. You're just sitting there, on the balcony's rails, your feet swinging back and forth, moonlight shaping your curves; you're looking at her as if she's a masterpiece, worthy of being in a renowned gallery for everyone to admire; you're looking at her as if she's everything your dreams ever dared conjure up. And no one has ever looked at Wednesday like that.

She doesn't know how to feel, all she knows is that her chest aches for you. She's drowning in the possibility of you and her, of making this a reality.

Part of her wants to play a song for every scar she's ever left in your soul, until it's all mended back together.

It's terrifying what you can do to her. What she would do for you.

The song comes to its end and Wednesday almost doesn't register it. She slowly lifts her fingers from the cords, feeling the familiar burn on the fingertips.

"That was beautiful," you told her, your sentiment escaping you, "thank you for letting me see."

Wednesday nodded, gently putting aside her cello. She sits in silence for a beat. It's a little awkward, moments like these are out of her comfort zone.

"You're gonna fall down if you're not careful."

Of course that's what she says. But it made you giggle.

You looked behind you and way down to the ground with a smile — and it's far, far down. "It'd be quite the tragedy, wouldn't it?" You turned back to her, an eyebrow raised in teasing.

There's something unique about you, Wednesday decides. Maybe that's why the universe entangled your souls.

She wondered if she'd feel it if you died. If a part of her would die with you.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up with the thought and Wednesday shook it off.

"Have you given any thought to…" She clenched her jaw, her eyes focusing on your feet as she got up from her chair, "to what we spoke about yesterday?"

You make me feel a way I never did before.

I don't want it to stop.

I want to make it up to you, if you'd let me.

Just by remembering her words, your heart is already swelling inside your chest. You bit the inside of your cheek, "I did."

Wednesday's gaze snapped to yours instantly, she's expecting you to elaborate, to free her of her misery; yet, hardly daring to breathe, you torture her a little longer.

You extended a hand for her to take, watching the way her throat worked through a gulp before she carefully took it. You closed your fingers around hers and pulled her to you, until her petite body was trapped between your knees.

Stars were dancing in Wednesday's eyes, big as she looks at you all delicate, lashes kissing the corner of her cheeks when she blinks. You interlock your fingers together, and it's only then that her other hand comes to rest on your thigh.

You're killing her slowly, all too sweet with her demise. Wednesday captured the way your tongue brushed over your bottom lip, taunting her. Her breathing lands on your lips; just a tad closer and-

Something white fell on your nose, and then on your eyelashes, making you blink. You looked up at the sky with a soft frown, subconsciously squeezing the hand of a frustrated Addams.

Tiny snowflakes were falling, slow and steady, being carried by the cold breeze until they landed on your clothes and on Wednesday's raven-black hair.

"It's the first snowfall of the year," you whispered, lips curling up in amazement.

Selfishly, Wednesday wanted to have her otherwise useless phone with her, because the snowflakes that fall around you are creating yet another image that she indulges to call beautiful. Though she still had something she wanted to do first — it was probably long overdue anyway;

With impatience, Wednesday let go of your hand. It caused your attention to shift back to her, and you shivered when you felt her other hand sneaking under your shirt, raising goosebumps on the skin of your hip.

Your lips part but you can't breathe. It's a long drop down from your place sitting on the rails — Wednesday takes hold of your shirt, bunching it up on her fist and tugging you closer — you know she'd never let you fall.

A brush of lips, and your soul finds home with hers; it's like you can feel them entangling more than they already were. It's dangerous, it's bliss, it's a road with no way back.

It's white noise and being submerged underwater all the same time. Wednesday pressed her lips more firmly onto yours; her hand, tentative and shy, was tracing the skin of your waist and pulling your body to her; her nose bumping your cheek because no amount of closeness seemed enough.

She pulled back without opening her eyes, only long enough to gasp for air before capturing your lower lip between hers again; she's soft on you, tugging at your heartstrings and changing its rhythm.

You couldn't help the way your hands came up to Wednesday's jaw, burying into her hair and making a mess, as if this was your first and last kiss. She's surprisingly warm, intoxicating; she could be the death of you if she wanted to.

And you'd gladly accept that fate.

⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

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[blossoms-phan]

will never pass up the opportunity, so! i am asking. what are your phanfic recommendations?

ask (honoured!) and you shall receive bestie! quick preface: i returned to the wonderful world of reading phanfic around the start of this year and have admittedly missed out on years of incredible work i am now catching up on! also in terms of what i read i generally lean towards current-era fics, canon compliant/fluff/smut- although i'm always taking recs from lovely moots/whoever, you may find this isn't the largest range (no aus/long chapter fics or whatever) but this is just a selection of what i've discovered/loved in the past few months and i hope to make more of these as i discover more writings!

shoutout to everyone on here for their recs, all the incredible fanfic writers and the peeps at @phanfictioncatalogue for their work and accessibility and being the reason i discovered so many new fics/tropes i now love <3 ok lets get into ittttttttt

"you look at my face a lot" by natigail: i credit this fic for getting me into reading phanfic again in 2024 <3 one of the first ones i read post-hiatus and i've returned to it countless times! it makes my heart jump, just so sweet and so them. the slittening(s) were such an iconic moment i can't believe it's been 6+ months since them but i love the little moments like dan describing phil's hair colour to a sephora worker, always wanting to know more about each other and the soft intimacy.

"the angel in the marble" by ivylakes: OHH MY GOODNESS this one is artttt. this one is my fave of the post-phlondeing fics i can just see and feel everything that happens, the loving, lazy intimacy, and following this week's t-shirt events it absolutely cements my HC that angel is a nickname for our philly. introspection, hair-kissing, body worship- i eat it up (im having a thing for mirrors in fics rn so there's also that)

"slumber party" by possumdnp: if i wasn't already clear reality-based fics really just do it for me and i love this one!! slumber party is one of my favourite recent-ish gaming vids and i just love the cozy comfort vibes of having a sleepover and getting a little flirty with your best friend/crush going on 15 years <3

"after the birthday stream" by trashcanfromgallifrey: the birthday stream ignited something in all of us but this is just such a perfect depiction of (possible) events after hehe. feels so them, just love the loving intimacy and shower activities and fluffy endings with cake <3 (shoutout hannah ily!!)

"lovers, keep on the road you're on" by possumdnp: another personal fave. japhan 2019 is EVERYTHING to me, this is so lovely and well-researched and i just go in between reading this and watching the stories from it when i want to cry and book a flight to tokyo

"welcome home! (never leave that long again)" by natigail: this one is just soooooo soft and sweet and fluffy. so heartwarming and one of the many wad reunion fics that has my heart <3

ok i'm going to end up including all 40+ of my bookmarks (not a lot. but working on it hehe) if i don't stop myself so as much as i could write paragraphs about all of these just know that my PPA test is positive and i was probably sweating/giggling/kicking my feet at all of these so here's a speedrun list of pure smut (sorry it's a lot of what i read lmao):

"juxtaposition", "slow down", "sensitive", "some kind of mood" and literally everything written by the force that is intoapuddle

"come light me up" by JudeAraya (perhap not pure smut but I loveeee the teasing and characterization in this so so dan ugh)

"appreciation" by Scuddleduck

"a little vitamin D" by Spring_Haze

"good for you, good for you" and "under my thumb" by dvp_95

"lucky" by iihappydaysii

i could keep going but for now i'm going to stop here! i'm sorry if this is messy i have no idea what i'm doing with linking and stuff but i hope this introduces at least one person to a new fic they end up loving! i lurked/read sooo many fics before finally creating an a03 account only a little over a month ago so i def might be missing some i've forgotten to go back and bookmark! shoutout to all of these writers (i could include multiple works from them all u ppl are amazing)- again i'm soo open to discovering more phanfic and want to expand my horizons, i've started to read some chaptered fics i didn't include on here but will reblog more current reads where i can! also if we're moots pls shamelessly promote your works i'd love to check them out! need to start commenting more too but ok ok wrapping it up

[familyvideostevie]

may I humbly suggest a cute lil winter date with Steve or Eddie whoever u prefer like going ice skating or something and bf is NOT good at it hehehe it’d be so cute

ok my darling i took this and ran in a different direction but i hope you like it anyway!! here is very short sweet stuff about steve not being able to make a snowman very well <3 | fluff, 0.8k, gn!reader

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"If you keep laughing at me I'm going to go inside," Steve says. He frowns at you from his place on the ground as he half-heartedly pats the ball of snow he's been working on for almost 10 minutes.

"I'm not laughing," you say, laughing. "It's just--" You abandon your shaping of the base of the snowman and get on your knees across from him, placing your gloved hands over his. "This is the biggest snowman head I've ever seen, Steve."

He rolls his eyes at you. You have to swallow another laugh, this one hitting you for the same reason -- he's so handsome you can hardly believe it. Here in the cold, on his knees in the snow, he's the prettiest thing you've ever seen. His cheeks are flushed and the tip of his nose is pink and he's a little puffed up from the three sweaters he put on in lieu of a real coat. His hat is askew, one ear showing more than the other, and you reach out to tug it down.

"Quit it," he says, but he doesn't move away from your touch, allowing you to fuss over him as he crinkles his nose. "Is it really that bad?" he asks, eyeing his snowman's head dejectedly. "I was always shit at this."

"No, not that bad," you tell him and mean it. "But if we let Dustin see it..."

"Asshole will never let me hear the end of it," he sighs. "Alright, how do we fix it?"

It's the ease with which he says we that makes your heart race like always. No matter how long you're together, how many mornings you wake up next to him, how many times he tells you how he feels, you sometimes can't believe that he's yours. He's Steve.

You both start to pull off chunks of snow to make the ball a normal head size, swatting at each other like kids the whole time. The laughter of the rest of your friends is clear in the chilly air as they search for sticks and whatever else they're going to saddle your snowman with.

"You cold?" he asks you. I love you, he's saying. It makes you the opposite of cold. You raise your eyebrows at him but he looks at you innocently.

"Are you trying to cop a feel right now, Steve Harrington?" He grins at you and rolls the slightly less misshapen head to the side so he can shuffle closer on his knees.

He shrugs. "Depends," he says. "Will you let me?" You stop patting the snow and settle back onto your heels, pretending to consider it.

"No," you say. He throws his head back and looks at the sky like it's personally offended him. Always so dramatic, your Steve. "But I guess my...lips are cold."

He looks at you with naked delight. "Oh my god," he says. "That was so bad." He pulls one of his gloves off with his teeth and says something else that you can't make out.

"Don't tease me, loverboy," you say. He reaches for you with a bare hand, gently cupping your jaw. His skin on yours is warm.

"I said that I just have to kiss you," he replies. "Don't you know by now that bad flirting is, like, the key to my heart?"

You laugh right as he kisses you, your smile big against his mouth. His fingers press firmly into your jaw as he leans into you and you kiss him back properly, pulling his lower lip between yours. Any cold you felt is quickly chased away.

"Alright, what the hell are you guys doing over there?" Dustin calls. Steve pulls away from you with a sigh. "That thing on the ground better not be the hea--"

"Not a fucking word about the head, Henderson," Steve says. He's still close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin, and his eyes roam over your face, crinkling at the corners as he smiles. "Unless you want snow down your collar."

"Steve," you chide. "We really should fix it." He rubs his nose against yours, his bare hand firm on your neck and the other still gloved one gripping your hip through your coat.

"Nah," he says. "They can finish. Let's go get the hot chocolate going." He pecks your mouth one more time before releasing you and hauling you up to your feet.

"You mean let's go make out in the kitchen after we put milk on the stove?" you tease.

"Now that's a great idea," Steve says, mouth agape in mock surprise. He grabs your hand and tugs you towards the front door, ignoring the calls from the kids. "Seriously, it's like you took the words right out of my mouth."

[kelin-is-writing]

people like your domestic dabi headcanons because they're the goddamn best, and I hope you feel better about your exam :( but I don't think I've slid something horny in your inbox in a minute, idk how to make people feel better so maybe a distraction will help????💕

Dabi sees you at your desk on a phone call, and at first you think he's being sweet, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and giving you a kiss on the top of the head.

That is, until he starts leaving kisses on your neck, and his hands start moving towards your chest. kisses make way to hickeys and he's groping you under your shirt, pinching at your nipples. All the while you're just chatting away on the phone trying to pretend you don't want to gasp. Honestly, you may be doing it on purpose, you DO love when he gets riled up. ..

And it's working, he raises an eyebrow at you and circles your chair. You can see the moment he gets an idea as his eyes light up, putting a finger to his lips and saying "shh" with a smile somewhere on the border of cheeky and devilish.

Since it's just you two at home, half the time neither of you can be bothered to wear pants and that's very clearly working in his favor right now. He kneels in front of your chair, making eye contact with you and starts to run two fingers over your clothed slit, just gently tracing. He has to suppress a groan as he realizes how damp your underwear is getting just from something this simple.

He pushes your underwear to the side, practically salivating at the sight. He gives you no warning as he starts eating you out like a man starved, relentless on your clit. Eventually he adds his fingers and curls them just right to the point he knows you're seeing stars. Soon you do let out a moan..and another.. and another, and he has the most smug look on his face, he doesn't stop until you've come twice back to back and you're shaking, pushing his head away because it's too much.

He looks so proud of himself, you don't know if you have the heart to tell him.....

The phone call ended only a minute or two after he arrived.......

He was so distracted by the task at hand, staring at the beautiful expressions you make, and the delicious way your back arches off the chair, that he never realized you stopped talking.

oh he is so getting you back for this later. But you like when he gets riled up, don't you?

-🎃💖

listen...

LiStEn–

LISTEN—

all this has really no business at all being SO. DAMN. HOT.

and look... LOOK—

+18 MDNI

dabi x fem!reader

the way dabi would be super disappointed, literally pouting, when you tell him that the call had ended right after he came. boy really wanted to put on a show for whoever was on the other side of the device, not caring one bit if they realized you were getting magnificently ate up by your boyfriend, he would actually take pride on it.

but then a little lamp lights up inside his brain: you had played him with that.

how dare you play him with that and then act like it wasn’t a big deal? ohh he was going to get back at you so bad, dabi was going to make you cry.

“since you think mocking me it’s funny, i’ll show you something hilarious.”, the villain threatened with darkened face, eyes filled to the brim with such lust, hunger and dominance that it made you let out a nervous giggle as he got closer to the bed where you were sitting on.

after that warning he has been, first of all, fingering you for good until you weren’t completely drenched, almost making you reach your orgasm but ack–! that’s exactly when he stopped his ministration, leaving you a panting mess.

dabi then started to thrust hard into you, grabbing onto the headboard to push his dick deeper into your sopping pussy, husky groans leaving his mouth past his gritted teethes as your loud moans kept riling him up. when he noticed your walls clenching around his shaft, the raven haired boy stopped his thrusts and slid his cock out of your wetness.

the moment you gave him a confused look, he grinned widely “bad girls don’t get their reward so easily, princess.”, he rested an hand on your hip positioning you on your side before laying behind you, dabi then grabbed your upper leg with one hand lifting it up to stretch your pussy out and without a warning at all he thrust balls deep into you, a choked out moan leaving your throat from that sensation you yearned for coming back, he let out a restrained moan that came into the sound of an hum “god– hmpf! are you listening to yourself? letting out such cute lewd meowls for me– argh! i’m so fucking honored...”, he’s so annoying really, but damn was he doing you so good; the vigorous and lavish drags of his dick long your velvety walls were just so fantastic it made tears build up to your eyeline.

when he angled his hips lower and bucked them up against your ass, the tip of his dick hit right there a spot inside your pussy that completely knocked the air out of your lungs for a few seconds “a-ahh! dabi! ri-right there!”, oh god! yes! that was it! your orgasm has started to building up once more! it was near! so damn close! you were starting to get dizzy from the sensation that was running all over your body, but just when you were about to cream all over his cock, dabi pulled out making you whine loudly and childishly in complaint.

this was the second time he denied you an orgasm! he was seriously being too much right now!

“what is it my precious? are you perhaps feeling... wronged?”, the villain questioned acting like he didn’t know why you just whined, a lifted eyebrow and shit-eating grin on his lips that pissed you off even more. snorting he rolled on his back giving you a cocky stare “if that’s the case, then why don’t you come and get what’s yours?”, at that clear challenge you felt peeved by the tone with which he said it, resting your eyes on his erected dick though you completely melted and nearly drooled at the sight of your juices coating it so beautifully, pussy clenching around nothing as you crawled to him and threw a leg over his waist, straddling him.

“stop mocking me...”, you blurted pouting with deeply frowned eyebrows resting your hands over his abs, hips lifted, ready to lower yourself on his manhood and finally reach your precious climax. dabi smirked wolfishly as he rested his palms on your waist, holding tight onto it “serves you right... baby!”, he growled at the end before slamming his whole shaft inside of you so hard that you tumbled forward, falling onto his chest with a loud moan as he thrusted at relentless pace inside of you while his face was now buried on your neck, dabi’s hot breath fanning it before he licks it, leaves a brief kiss and then starts sucking onto the skin harshly.

you nearly choked on your spit when he added to all of it a spank that made your ass cheek burn, then suddenly— the ringtone of your phone went off from the bedside table where it was resting on.

he turned to it with a pissed expression, while you stared in its direction not actually seeing whatever your hazy eyes were looking at, too focused on the tip of your boyfriend’s dick hitting repeatedly your cervix and busy letting slurred moans run past your gaping mouth, tongue slightly lolling out from all the overwhelming pleasure.

the raven haired boy then had a brilliant idea that made a brief laugh come out of the back of his throat, a thrilled smirk curling up his lips as he grabbed your phone never stopping thrusting into you.

that made you snap out immediately from the limbo you were in, until now, and look at him alarmed “no–! wait! ahhn! dabi don’t–! it’s my b-oh-ss!”, shit, he was smirking full teethes now, that wasn’t a good sign, at all.

“if you answer him without moaning through out the whole call, i’ll let you orgasm.”, dabi instructed pressing his thumb onto the accepting call button, intensifying his gaze on you as he continued “on the contrary, if you let out even just a little tiny moan, i’ll edge you all night sweetie.”, he cackled at your horrified expression as his hips gave a particular sharp thrust that made you restrain a moan, scrunched up pained face as the pleasure was about to make you let out a sob “three, two, one– go.”, at that you widened your eyes, cursing through your teethes as he accepted the call giving the device to you.

“h-hello? yes– i’m free right now...”, at your answer dabi snorted, getting a glare and silent scowl from you that faded away immediately as he slowed his pace, dragging slowly his dick long your walls in smooth waves, making your brain all mushy “i put that document– in the main folder... i’m sure of it yeah...”, you kept answering panting silently while leaning closer to dabi’s face, heart-shaped eyes completely dazed as they looked back into his turquoise lusty ones, your hips moving to meet his thrust making his breath hitch inside his throat “yes– that one...”, the villain sticked out his tongue licking your upper lip squeezing one of your butt cheeks while his other hand slid to the small of your back, feverish gaze glued to yours “yes... i copied it in the usb too...”, you kept answering, but his slow thrusts were so not enough for your sexual appetite right now that in that moment you just couldn’t control your face anymore; you looked straight into dabi’s eyes pleading him with yours, eyebrows trembling from how needy you were, while biting down on your bottom lip.

then your walls clenching around him like a vice, made the boy’s last nerve snap and in a metter of second “wooah?!” “y/n? everything good there?”, dabi flipped you over, your back pressed against the mattress while your hand’s grip loosened around the phone, his index right away going on the red button “that’ll be all boss-san~”, beep, the call was done and your legs were now over his shoulders as he started to pound roughly into you groaning, your moans finally filling up the room once again, even louder than before.

his half-lidded eyes looked down your way, so beautifully spread under him as you whimper and moan his name, completely drunk on his cock.

god he adores that lovestruck look inside your eyes so fucking much.

“good girl, i’m gonna reward you all night.”

and so he did.

[coffeeandbatboys]

I am sliding in for your 300 celebration 👀

First, CONGRATS🎉🎉🎉

Second...👀

I would like to request Jesse! (Since I asked for Kix last time lol)

Now, these two aren't on your list...buuuuut 👀 I think you may like em!

or (if this sparks the creativity better)

I went through my arsenal and these just struck me as Jesse songs 🤣

If they don't tickle the fancy, pick one that does!

😘💜💜💜

THANKUUUU MOONLIGHT!!!

I ended up with Lovefool because Shadows of the Night was gonna be nightmare angst sooooo.....

Warnings: Classic misunderstanding, flirting, some hot sauce, fluff. Mention of how thicc he is because no I can't help myself. Of course, there's a Kix cameo because It's Jesse.

Lovefool (Jesse x Fem!Reader)

There's no doubt about it: Jesse is a huge flirt. In the two years that you've known him, your friendship has been based on playful teasing and outright flirting. Some might call you best friends.

Lately, however, you've been feeling more than all that. You're starting to realize the potential in a relationship with him.

Who am I kidding? You ask yourself. Every time you go out with the Torrents, he has half the women in the establishment hanging off of him. Granted, you had noticed him getting a little irritated about this the last time.

You catch yourself constantly daydreaming about him. Especially since he had returned from ARC training noticeably...thicker. What you wouldn't give to just cross out of the friend zone and—

A hand waving back and forth in front of you breaks the daze you've been in.

Jesse stands in front of your desk, wearing an amused smirk and raised brows. You don't miss the brief flash of genuine concern in his eyes.

"You with me, mesh'la?"

The way he says the name, and how often he uses it ignites a little fire of hope that maybe you do have a chance. He doesn't know, but you researched the meaning of it.

"Yeah, Jess. Just thinking."

He laughs, and kriff is it one of the most beautiful things you've ever heard. He pulls the chair on the other side of the desk closer and collapses into it. "Abouuuut what?" He presses.

You roll your eyes a little and huff. "Stuff."

He leans back in the chair. "You're chatty today."

You groan and drop your head into your hands. "I've got a problem."

He dips his head forward. "So let me help?"

"You're the problem." You blurt out before you can stop yourself. You clap a hand over your mouth and watch him with nervous eyes. The confident smirk drops into a confused expression and you can see the hurt in his eyes. You curse yourself and move your hand to your eyes. "No, wait. I'm sorry—"

His voice is uncharacteristically blank. "If I did something wrong you know you can tell me."

You are mentally kicking yourself for not having a good choice of words in your outburst.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Jesse. It's...you're doing everything right."

His brows scrunch in confusion and all he can ask is "what?"

There's no going back now. You have to tell him.

"You're constantly flirting and trying pickup lines on me! And don't get me wrong, I love all of it...but I can't help that maybe I'm hoping you're serious."

You keep your face buried in your hands until you feel a gloved hand beneath your chin. You peek through your fingers to find him leaning over the desk, and over you.

"Mesh'la," He chuckles, "whoever said I wasn't serious?"

You swear your heart stops beating for a second and you completely remove your hand from your face, looking up at his slight smile. You stand slowly until you're face to face with him. Feeling a blush creeping up your neck, you notice his eyes flicker to your lips. Without a thought, you surge forward to meet his own.

The kiss is slow and heated. He tastes sweet, and adrenaline courses through your veins when you realize that this is all you've wanted. Your lips dance in sync as he takes your shoulders in an attempt to pull you closer, though the desk between the two of you is proving that a difficult task. Your fingers hook into the rim of his cuirass as he pulls away to whisper, "Is this okay?"

"More than okay," you respond, chasing his lips.

Before either of you can go for round two, the door to your office opens and KIx strides halfway into the room before he looks up at the two of you, awkwardly holding onto each other and leaning over a kriffing desk.

The medic closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Maker help me. It was bound to happen sooner than later."

When he opens his eyes again you and Jesse are both giving him sheepish smiles.

Kix shakes his head and huffs. "I won't tell, if you're worried about that. But Jess, we've got a briefing."

Your ARC grimaces. "Kix, you know you could have commed me. I'll be there in a minute."

The medic smirks. "Had to make sure things didn't get out of hand, 's all."

[sharpmarble76]

I don't know if people really understand the effect simple things have on others. As a fanfiction author, yes I write my weird little stories for myself, but once you get a comment or a kudos or a vote or whatever it may be, everything sort of shifts.

It gains a sense of responsibility yes, but it also gains a new excitement. For example, we've all been that little kid scribbling away with a crayon. We're going to do other similar crayon drawings, but nothing feels as good as showing that little picture to your parent, guardian, or whoever else. I and the other authors/artists are that little kid with the crayon drawing.

If you leave a comment, I will always remember that. Even if it's just 'good chapter.' or 'im about to commit murder 😃🔪' or '❤️❤️❤️'. Authors and artists remember these things!! If you are one of the people who leave essay comments, I have to sit down and take a minute to calm down enough to have a coherent reply. You dear friend, are wonderful.

If you keep coming back or leave multiple comments, I REMEMBER YOU!! I may even consider you a fandom friend or in Tumblr language, a mutual! I see you!!!!!

If you make art, or a story of your own, or make a translation,,,,,, I would die for you. I save the art. I look at it. I downloaded it to my camera roll and favorite it. I read your fic. I comment on it as well. I recommend your translation in the authors note because that may be more convenient for people to read.

I try to express just how much it means to me that you did any of the above things especially the things in the last paragraph. The words don't word. I end up going, "I absolutely love it!!!!!!!!" And "jteaykrsktrsotaptd" and it doesn't work. Well, not entirely. That may send the message across mostly. You see that on your side of the screen and on my side, you would see me pacing, talking to myself about how wow that is amazing and so sweet and oh my heck I would die for you, and doing a weird jazz hands thing and putting my hand over my heart, and sitting down because I need a minute-, and I never forget.

It makes me want to do so much more. It makes me love my weird little creation that much more and grants motivation. I ALWAYS remember. And I think about it all the time. And when I post more I think, 'oh, I hope this meets their expectations and I hope they like it!!' And 'wow I'm getting better at this, I wonder if they noticed?' And 'wow I love and appreciate you so much!'

Even if it's a little thing, it means the world to us little crayon drawing people.