#you all get platonic kissys on the heads

[themanirealityshifter]

YOU ALL GET SOFT LITTLE KISSYS ON THE HEAD BASTARDS (/lh /pos)

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head

[invictarre-archive]

anyway. I love OCs, some of leon's closest relationships are OCs, and I stretch my hands out towards all of them. give. on leon, or on any other blog we're mutuals on

and I have said this before, but it bears repeating: were it not for @jocundcompany's wonderful OC dani, leon would not be who or where he is today. he loves her, I love her, and you should love her too. we are a Package Deal now and forever <3333

[yanderenightmare]

...part two where alpha bakugou finally tries to court reader after a few years of possessively scenting her and walks in on her in her first hear

Bakugou Katsuki

TW: omegaverse, possessiveness, awkward relationship

part 1

gn reader

He’s trying to figure out how to get you to move in with him. 

He’s done at UA now, receiving steady work and paychecks. His apartment is nice, in a good and practical location. Everything is stable. Everything’s in place.

Everything except you.

He knows he hasn’t been the most reasonable mate throughout the years. His confession was nothing short of a threat – forcing you to wear his clothes so others would know you were taken. 

But he did those things to protect you, to keep you safe – which is his duty as an Alpha. He's done his side of the courtship.

In all honesty, you’re the one who’s unreasonable – you’re the one not doing your job. 

He’s not blind to see how doting other Omegas are towards their Alphas.

You don’t dote on him – never kissy or cuddly or lovey-dovey – at best, you’re passive with an inclination to be agreeable.

How’s he supposed to make any sort of moves on you when you don’t give him any signals? At this rate, the two of you will be left in a platonic state of… not friendship or kinship… just plain awkwardness – a stalemate.

It’s embarrassing… the two of you haven't even consummated your bond yet. In fact, and even more embarrassing – you haven't even kissed.

You may very well not even be mates at this point.

He can’t blame you, though… 

He’s not any good when it comes to you. He never has been. All your conversations are of him either tutoring you in subjects, scolding you for not wearing his clothes, or admonishing you for not telling him about your schedule.

Actually, almost every conversation you have with each other is of him shouting at you.

It’s no wonder you won’t kiss him.

“Oi – I’m done. Heading over now.” He grunts as soon as he hears the tell-tale silence of you answering his call. 

“Uhm,” 

He furrows his brows at the soft warble, waiting for more.

There’s heavy breathing coming from your line. Then, a whimper which only makes his brows furrow tighter.

“I’m – uhm, not really feeling so good.” You finally say.

More heavy breathing, followed by a wince.

“Maybe you shouldn't come...”

“Hah? You’ sick? What kinda sick? How’d you get sick?” He immediately starts berating. “This is why you can’t live alone-”

“Just don’t come.” You interrupt a little louder, offering a sigh. “I don’t want to make you sick too…” He thought he even heard a sniffle. “I’ll stay inside, so don’t worry. I’ll call when I feel better – you can come then, okay?”

A small beat passes.

“No. I’m coming now.”

“But-” You whine, but he hangs up.

Dumb brat. Getting yourself sick. This is exactly why you should live with him. You don’t wear a jacket when it’s cold. You don’t eat what you should. You don’t drink enough water. You don’t sleep when you ought to.

“Oi! Open up, brat.” He bangs on your door when he arrives a curt fifteen minutes later – unbothered by the many other students buzzing around the dorm.

He hears you rush to open, quick footsteps padding across the floor – before the door swings open.

You pull him in by the arm, shutting it quickly behind him.

“Don’t call me a brat where everyone can hear, you dummy.” You hiss, slapping his chest in no way that hurt.

Still, he raises a brow at you.

Then he makes another grimace. Narrowing his eyes as he leans forward just a nod – his broad shoulders squared and stiff.

You curl your brows at the stance, tilting your head in askance while his nose scrunches – sniffing the air between you – almost scrutinizingly.

“You’re not sick.” He suddenly accuses.

It’s an odd thing to disagree on. But it always is with Katsuki – ever the unreasonable Alpha. 

“Yes, I am.” You sigh, brushing past him. “I have a fever, and I feel funny.”

He grabs you before you get too far – although softly – holding you by your upper arms while leaning in closer – now with his nose sliding along your neck.

You feel flushed at the proximity. Odd, for some reason.

Something tickles deep down in your stomach, along with the brewing pain you’d felt all day.

“Feverish, restless, aching stomach?” He lists the symptoms with a raised brow, though more so in a statement. Clicking his tongue at the clueless look of askance you give him in return. “You’re in heat, you dumbass.”

This time, you really feel flushed. Eyes going moon-big at his claim – suddenly very nervous. And for good reason.

“No… how do you know?” You deny, shaking your head as though it would make him any less right.

“Tch-” He scoffs halfheartedly – not sharply like he so often does.

Dropping your arms, he straightens his back and looks off to the side – his voice low with something you’d never heard from him.

“You’re stinking up the whole place...”

There’s a blush dusting his cheeks.

The feeling is mutual.

He hadn’t been on board when you’d told him you were moving out of your home to your college campus. The thought of you living in close proximity to dozens of other alphas and trigger-happy betas made the vein in his forehead pulse – hands sweaty at his sides. 

But he’d helped you move nonetheless – if only to make sure your dorm was infested with his scent – veering off any unwanted bidders. 

“Such a dumb brat…” He sighed. Walking over to the door to make sure you’d locked it – you hadn’t, which only further made him scowl. “Got any idea how dangerous this is? Allowing everyone who walks by to know exactly how-”

“Don’t shout!” You bark back. Feeling nervous and tense and worried – all in all panicked. This wasn’t the plan. “The plan was obviously to use suppressants – but I've never been in heat before, so-”

“So yer sayin’ you had no plan. Tch, unprepared – like always.” He bites back – also panicked.

“Shut up, jerk.” Your fists ball at your sides. “You’re not helping- oww-” You keeled before you could rant – wrapping your arms around your stomach.

Heavy breaths erratically short, interrupted by whimpers and a wince. 

His scowl cleared – easing up when he realized his presence might have just made things worse. He’d showered after patrol, so the scent wasn’t as intense, but it was enough for you to react – knowing his pheromones were spurring your hormones into greater turmoil. 

“Shit.” He muttered – suppose with some empathy – before he scooped you up from where you were all about ready to kiss the floor, huddled over. “Alright then, brat...”

You were weak to his handlings – before you knew it, you were already placed in the bed – the two of you in a spoon – your back to his broad chest and his chin atop your head.

He was a little stiff – not unlike him – but you suppose he was feeling a little shy about the matter – his movements perhaps even slightly sheepish as he smoothed his hand over your stomach.

He went under your shirt but didn’t lift it off – placing his palm down flat atop the ache inside. 

Slowly, he began rubbing circles into the flesh – a little awkwardly until finding the right pace. 

It hurt at first – made you tense – but then it settled. The warmth soon soothed the churning within, making it melt, and you let out a relieved sigh – breaths still burdened, laced with pitiful whimpers you couldn’t help but let slip.

He suppressed a sound when you shimmied closer – trying to will away the warmth he felt swell in his pants.

But your scent had been clouding his head since he'd stepped into the room and was only growing thicker. 

“We don’t have to do anything else.” He stated through the haze in spite of it – as though renouncing the need even though you both knew what it was that was poking against your butt.

“You’re hard.” You argued bluntly – as you’d learned was your only tactic with him. 

Feeling him bristle. “Tch – blame your shitty scent – a man can only hold himself back so much…”

All clothes were still on – and yet… the fat thing that was tucked right alongside the thin cotton of your pajama shorts and undies… you wouldn’t deny it felt nice – couldn’t – not when you were so wet it was embarrassing.

“Stop.” You said – and his hand peeled off your stomach, making you grab and put it back in place. “No, not that – I mean…” 

You chewed your lip – shuffling your thighs – feeling hot all over before releasing another sigh.

“You don’t have to hold yourself back…” You could only barely say it – almost unheard in how timid a whisper it was.

He took a moment in fear of having misunderstood you – remaining vigilant in his cautiousness. Every nerve recognized what a fragile state you were in – and nothing dared defy the single dominant instinct he had telling him to cater to your every need – despite the other almost equally incessant urge he felt to hump you like a pillow.

“Y’gotta explain yourself.”

This time, you gave a whine – caught between vexed and desperate. Shrinking where you lay snug against his bigger body, curling in on yourself. “Please don’t make me say it, Katsuki – it’s so embarrassing, I think I might die.”

His heart beats faster at the vulnerable cry. He swallowed the pool of drool under his tongue – squaring his jaw, doing his best to keep his voice calm. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

“Ugh – you're such a bully-” You curl even further into a ball with a whimper.

Katsuki clicks his tongue at your behavior – briefly rolling his eyes before pulling you up beneath him. His red eyes, holding that pointed dour look – such contrast to the swiveling of your watery ones. 

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was sturdier now – an anchor you could hold onto.

You had often been unsure whether Katsuki really was the right mate for you even though you couldn’t really picture yourself with anyone else – let alone think of him with another Omega without wanting to trash your room like a wild animal let out of the cage. But looking at him now – into those bromine eyes – once so harsh and now so mature, making you feel so safe.

He was waiting for an answer, but your lips had other plans – planting themselves on his in a spur-of-the-moment kiss.

And what left them once the two of you parted was nothing short of heart-robbing.

“Please fuck me.”

[citruslullabies]

Catnap X reader

I've got this idea from another author, perhaps the reader is getting too attached to one of the mini catnaps? They spend their time cuddling the little rascal instead of him and he decides to make his displeasure noticed albeit in his own way.

Oh hey, I love that author! Bumblehoneybee is one of my favorites<3

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: neutral (unspecified)

Requested by: anonymous

Category: fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): catnap x reader

Word count: 565

Cat Fight

After having redeemed Catnap, you were left to depend on him and for him to depend on you with the little things. Whether that be warmth or cuddles, or defenses, you two always had each other's back in the dark and gloomy place. Catnap just like any cat, loved you and saw you as his person.

And that's why you're in the pickle you're in now. A little smiling critter of Catnap had been spying on you before finally walking up to you while meowing its little head off like a banshee. You looked down at the oddly friendly creature and gasped, smiling and kneeling down to pet it in which it gladly accepted. “Awh! You're so cute!” You cooed to the rather prissy and affectionate feline.

Catnap was just coming back from finding food while Poppy and Kissy Missy were busy looking for routes in the place to keep going, happily coming back expecting your praise but was greeted with basically a smack to the face. He set the food and water down and let his ears fall flat, slowly slinking over to you and staring at the tinier version of himself. “..Mouse, why is this.. thing here?”

The larger feline was not at all happy with this, staring down at the smaller version of him. All of your attention was going onto this cheap little declawed copy of him and he didn't appreciate it.

“Catnap, just look at how cute it is! Hmm..” you thought for a moment, before plucking the little kitty into your arms and feeling your heart melt at the feeling of it nuzzling against you and wrapping its tiny paws around your neck. Catnap let out a low growl as he thought about swatting the little creature out of your arms, but refraining from doing so.

“Ugly little thing..” he hissed despite looking like it, displeased as he picked the food back up to continue moving. Kissy Missy was silent as always when they returned, judging the small cat while Poppy made a few comments here and there but ultimately decided it was fine if it was friendly. The entire walk you were just cradling and cooing at the little cat before you decided on a name, gently pressing your nose against its tiny one. “I'm gonna name you.. Cleocatra!” You said, earning a weirded out look from the larger feline and a purr from Cleocatra. But he said nothing.

When tiredness finally overcame your senses, he was more than happy to get cozy on the floor as you set the cat down despite its screaming protests. He wrapped his tail around your form and gently kneaded at your shoulder, being completely at peace before being disrupted by meows and little paws standing on him. He opened his eyes only to be greeted with a tiny Cleo that was pouty and trying to snuggle in-between them, to which Catnap grabbed it by its scruff and set it down away from the both of you. You spent all day with the little fucker, it was his turn.

But the tiny cat just kept pushing until catnap hissed at it, being quiet so he wouldn't wake you up despite your stirring. The little cat huffed and walked off, flicking its tail at Catnap as if it was a middle finger and snuggling up on top of your backpack instead.

Little shit.

Thank you for requesting!

[daydreamingqueen1]

Puppy eyes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU! Reader (can be seen as platonic too)

Warnings: none. fluff, spencer being a bit of a germaphobe, no y/n, pretty sure is gn reader too

Summary: Spencer Reid vs puppy, need I say more

Word count: 1.3k

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It's the best day ever.

Your day had started pretty normal to be honest, you would even say it was kind of shitty since you had missed the subway you usually took for your daily commute to the BAU.

But, as wiser people say: Everything happens for a reason.

Because as you are making your way to work, your ears catch the soft sound of a creature whimpering. Trying to find the source, you give a couple tentative steps with your head turning from left to right like you are a hunting hound.

Ironically, behind the decorative bushes that surround the FBI building entrance, you find the origin of the sound.

It's not a hound but it's close enough. It's a puppy.

A beautiful, chocolate spotted puppy.

"Oh my god, sweetie, come here!" you gush automatically, your hand extending gently to reach for the animal currently crying between the bushes and the wall.

The adorable puppy looks up at you a bit hesitant at first, big brown eyes meeting yours. It gives a sniff to the air, checking the scent of your palm from afar, you almost squeal from how cute it looks.

Then it wags its tail.

You make kissy noises to coax him closer, your voice getting two tones higher, "Come here puppy!"

It works because soon enough it walks out of its hiding spot and nuzzles into your palm eagerly, tail wagging from side to side.

You practically lunge to grab the poor thing, "Look at you! You are so cute!"

The puppy doesn't seem to mind your cuteness aggression though, its fluffy body melting on your arms when you scratch behind its long ears, "You're coming home with me."

Best day ever.

But you can't just ignore your responsibilities and walk back home to stay with it, and it wouldn't be sensible to leave such a young puppy alone in your apartment either.

So you do the next most reasonable thing.

Your smile almost takes up your whole face when you walk out of the elevator with the puppy in your arms.

Penelope spots you first, immediately dropping the files on her hands on a random desk to come rushing to you, "Oh my god! Oh my god! It's that a puppy my eyes are seeing?!"

You giggle, pretty much vibrating with joy at this point, "Yes, isn't it the cutest thing ever?"

"Aww, my heart can't deal with this!" she cries, hands fanning herself dramatically.

"Where did you get it?" Prentiss chirps in, hers and almost every other head in the bullpen looking up from their desk to look at you. Well, at the puppy.

You keep walking into the office with Garcia looming all over you, "It was crying outside. This little thing was all alone in the bushes."

A hoard of agents are suddenly surrounding you, eager to get a closer look.

"You'll have to look if it belongs to someone," Morgan says, which makes you instantly pout.

"It doesn't have a collar, idiot," Emily argues quickly, "Such a profiler you are."

"I wanna keep it," you smile brightly, "I think it's a boy."

You turn the puppy onto it's back.

"Yep, definitely a boy," Morgan chuckles, he attempts to pet its head but the creature recoils in your arms, clearly overwhelmed at the amount of people.

Noticing the puppy is a bit scared, you pull back from the crowd, only then you notice a certain agent who remains seated on his desk.

“Don't you want to see it, Spencer?” you ask eagerly.

He shakes his head, his body leaning away slightly, “I can see it from right here, don't worry.”

“Oh, come on Reid, don't tell me you are afraid of dogs,” Derek never loses a chance to tease him.

Spencer gives him a flat look, “I'm not scared of dogs, I’m just aware of the amount of diseases they can transmit to humans.”

You tsk your tongue. “But he's so cute, and it doesn't look like it has rabies or anything,” you look down at the dog while approaching his desk, talking directly at it with a baby voice, “Tell me, do you have rabies, little puppy?”

It just stares blankly at you. Proof enough. “See?”

Spencer, ever the statistics expert, begins his rant, “Well, actually, rabies is not the most common disease dogs can carry, nor the only one. Illnesses that pass between animals and humans are known as zoonotic diseases and a 2007 study based in Finland shows that noroviruses are one of the leading causes of diarrheal diseases among people of all age groups and that these can survive in dogs and be passed along to– Please don't get that thing any closer.”

You chuckle at the panic look Spencer gives you when you reach his side. Truthfully, you aren't going to make him touch the puppy if he's uncomfortable with it, but a little bit of teasing is at the order of the day, “Oh, really? Come on, holding it for a second won't kill you.”

You pull the puppy up next to your face and give him your best puppy eyes, mimicking talking as the puppy, “Please? Am I not cute enough to pet?”

Spencer gives you a long look, “Yes, very cute.”

Forcing down your blush, you extend the puppy to him, “Then pet it.”

He presses his lips in a line, his hands coming up defensively as he rolls backwards on his office chair, “I think I'll pass.”

You chuckle and are about to back off when the puppy squirms in your arms, leaping out from your hands.

The scene unfolds in front of your eyes almost in slow motion. You watch how the pup flies in the air, its short body extended as a superhero.

Spencer catches it, thank god.

“Oh, no,” he squeaks when he realizes what he's done, holding the puppy as if it were about to explode, panickedly starting to name every possible disease, “Pasteurella, Salmonella, Brucella, Yersinia enterocolitica, Leptospira–”

His alarmed ramble gets interrupted by the enthusiastic puppy licking up his cheek.

You freeze for a moment, expecting him to die from a heart attack.

Spencer giggles.

“It's giving me kisses,” his face scrunches up adorably at the onslaught of affection, “It tickles, buddy.”

You can't help the relieved laugh that escapes your lips, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm going to have to wash my face with antibacterial soap though,” he chuckles as he puts the puppy down on his lap, away from further kisses.

Oh, and you've just fucked up so bad because your heart gets squeezed inside your chest at the endering sight of Spencer and the puppy staring at each other.

“You are right, he's cute,” Spencer turns to smile at you, the animal's tail wagging incessantly.

You fucked up good.

“Aww, look at you two,” Penelope says excitedly, “It even looks like you, Reid!”

Your gaze shifts back and forth from your coworker to the creature on his lap. Penelope has a point, you can kind of see the resemblance. The puppy has long ears with soft, brown curls covering them that look similar to Spencer's long hair. The cute, hazel puppy dog eyes go without saying.

Morgan snorts, “Babygirl, you are right, it kind of looks like the kid.”

You pick up the puppy and smile, “Seems like I got myself my own mini Doctor Reid,”

Spencer is about to say something back when Hotch’s office opens, both him and Rossi entering the bullpen.

“Agent, please tell me that's not a dog you have there.” Hotch gives you a stern look.

“It is not, sir,” you answer, smiling apologetically and holding the puppy closer against your chest.

He sighs, shaking his head. “Everyone to the meeting room, we've got a case.”

The puppy lets out a tiny bark, and you make your way to the meeting room before Hotch can tell you anything else.

Spencer sits next to you on the round table and whispers against your ear as everyone is filling in, “I'll help you take care of little Doc here if you decide to keep him.”

Not even the gruesome details of the case are enough to sour your mood.

Best day ever.

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yep, this was inspired by all of the MGG pictures with puppies. I am weak.

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hope ya liked it, byebye

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[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Kamo Choso x Fem!Reader Themes: Best friends to Lovers, a lot of teasing (harmless), pining for each other, Modern AU (No Curses) Author's Note: I rediscovered my love for Ariana Grande's goodnight n go and Imogen Heap's Goodnight and Go. Almost the same song, but with different perspectives.

Him

You and Choso. Choso and you.

Ever since he met you, it's always been like that: the two of you, inseparable. But for so many years that he's known you, one word always pops into his mind whenever someone asks him what his best friend was like: a tease.

Always a tease, and he knows it's all just fun and games. But as soon as he realizes that his heart beats a little faster whenever you smile at him, or you jokingly bat your eyes at him, he knows that this isn't platonic anymore... well, for him.

Since you two became friends and eventually, became best of friends, he makes sure that when you're visiting him at his home, you're always taken care of. Yuji would tease the hell out of Choso if he saw his older brother stress out about little things because to him, "she wouldn't like this. She prefers it this way."

When Yuji mentioned this to you one night, you giggled and bumped shoulders with Yuji. "Choso just cares so much about me, Yu~," you said, grinning at Choso, "it makes me think he could be an amazing boyfriend." Choso stopped whatever he was doing for a moment, feeling his face heat up at your words.

"Onii-chan! The food! You might burn it!" Yuji said loudly, laughing at his brother's reaction. You were snickering along, enjoying the blush on Choso's cheeks. You and Yuji walked away once Choso finally collected himself, shrugging at him as you did.

A tease, a harmless one. But you get him every time.

You

Choso and you. You and Choso.

He was so fucking beautiful when you met him, with those pigtails and purple eyes. But, as fate has written it, you two were destined to be just friends.

He was so sweet, so caring, so wonderful, and you can't help yourself but like him more than just a friend. For years, you've dropped little hints, teasing, letting him know that "Hey! I am so, so interested in you!"

You made sure that every time Choso comes over for the weekend, you remind him to bring his comfortable clothes so he can change into those. And at the end of the day, he'd leave them in your place, resulting in him having his own space in your closet. All of his clothes were neatly folded.

But he never stays the night, and so do you whenever you visit him. Once the clock strikes 10, it's time for you to go home, and it was the same for him. It was always bittersweet whenever he left for the night, and it would take another week of waiting to be in his presence again.

One thing you always enjoyed was watching him tense up and blush whenever you gave him kissy faces in the middle of your conversation, or you'd say something stupid like "You'd make such a wonderful boyfriend, Cho!" or "Oh, I could just wife you up with this cooking!" He was always a blushing mess!

But, you two are just friends, and that's just how it is.

Together

Choso waltzed into your apartment, opening the door with the spare key you gave him. "I'm here," he chimed, and he was greeted by the sight of you hunched over the dining table, laptop opened, and brows furrowed. You weren't joking when you told him you were working for the weekend, your remote job requesting you to finish up the contents they need to publish for the next week.

Choso kicked off his shoes and wore the house slippers that you bought for him, purple. He walked towards you and pulled you in for a side hug, your head leaning on his hips. "You look so stressed," he murmured. You looked up at him with a pout, which Choso always liked seeing.

"I'm so tired, I haven't eaten yet," you said. Choso lifted his large hands to massage your head. "I'm here, I'll cook for you," he told you, his voice soft and so caring, so sweet. You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers magically take all your stress away, humming. He was always so good at making you feel better.

In the next hour or so, Choso, who was in his house clothes, was already in the kitchen cooking brunch for both of you while you stayed at the dining table, sighing and cursing at the videos you were editing. Choso would occasionally glance up from what he was doing, checking on you. "You know I could help you with that," he said.

"I know," you respond, "but that would be unfair, wouldn't it?"

Once the food was ready, Choso fed you as you worked. You leaned back on your seat, pulling away from your laptop. "Thank you for doing this, Cho. Although, you know I can feed myself, right? I can just stop working for a while," you told him, your eyes full of gentleness for the man in front of you. He scoffed, a grin on his face. "I know, but you won't be able to enjoy the food. You'll inhale it in one go," he told you, shaking his head.

"I could just kiss you, you know," you said, smirking. Choso tensed up in his seat, his eyes wide, and his cheeks turning red. You giggled at the view, and when he heard you, he frowned and lowered his head. "I'm just kidding," you said, though you know you weren't.

As the day went on, Choso made you tea and sat down beside you, observing you as you worked. He'd lean his head on your shoulder, and instinctively, you'd lean against his hair, catching a hint of his shampoo. His presence was comforting, and it lessened the stress you felt. He'd sometimes then reach out to relax the frown on your brows, which you laughed softly at. He'd massage your nape when he saw you rolling your neck due to exhaustion.

Before the sun has set, you finally submitted everything to your boss, and turned off the laptop, sighing. Choso was leaning forward on the table, his head resting on his folded arms. "All done?" he asked, watching your face. "Yeah, all done."

The rest of the day was spent on the couch, watching movies and snacking on popcorn that he made for the both of you. Then suddenly, it was 10:00.

"Cinderella has to go home now," you joked, but in your mind, you were screaming "Stay, stay longer." Choso stared at you, and maybe it was just you, but there was some kind of sadness in them. Longing? Yearning?

Then he spoke. "Yeah, I have to go."

He walked to your room to change into the clothes he wore when he came and walked back out to see you for the last time tonight. It took a moment for him to peel his eyes away from you as you stood there, bidding him goodbye.

"Good night," he said softly. You smiled. Good night was your goodbye. It was never a goodbye for you two. "Good night, Cho."

After he walked out of the door and for the night, he stood there outside, contemplating that maybe, just maybe, if he made his move tonight, it would change for the better. Unbeknownst to him, you were thinking of the same thing: to follow him out and stop him before he steps into the elevator, and just confess.

And before you could move, you were surprised that the door swung open, a blushing Choso came into view.

"Is... is the kiss still up for grabs?"

You smiled and nodded, running towards him, and meeting him with a kiss.

He stayed the night, all cuddled up on your couch, with the mutual understanding between the two of you that yes, you two would be great together.

Dividers from @saradika

[icypenguin]

★~ Genshin mondstadt men cuddle headcanons!

HELLOOOOO TYSM FOR READING THE FONTAINE ONEEEE IM SORRY THIS TOOK QUITE A LONG TIME BUT WELL THERE ARE PRETTY MUCH CHARACTERS SO HEHED YEAH… BUT ANYWAYYY I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY SO PLEASE ENJOYYYYYY!

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★~ Kaeya: sometimes.. cuddling sessions can be a lot more. we all know he’s a flirty one, right? but anyway your cuddle sessions can’t always be predicted. as the calvary captain is always busy, you don’t know when he’s free. but every time he takes his day off, he would spend it with you! if you guys are lazy then well… the bed turns into your nest. he will tell stories of his every adventure and about his day too while you lay your head on his chest (your personal pillow) and your other hand holding his. he would caress your hand in a circling motion just like he is on your waist. he would whisper sweet things into your ear, perhaps he would nibble it as a suprise that would make you jump. on tiring days, you would make tea for the both of you infront of the fireplace. his head on your lap as you massage his head and shoulders. he would shower you with kisses after and you both will fall asleep.

★~ Diluc: xijhdoihwlks he’s literally a human-sized heater!!! i don’t think he’s much of a cuddly bear type but imagine sitting on his lap late at night when he just got him while drinking dandelion wine, your head on his shoulder and his hand caressing your waist!!!!!!!🤫🤫 ORRR cuddling him from behind while giving him a late night snack! then you would massage his head and shoulders. it will lure him to go to bed and cuddle more. on rainy nights, he would tuck you to bed and in the covers, he would keep you close with him. your head will be under his chin and your legs will get tagled. ofcourse, he wouldn’t forget the night routine of kissies before bed! he would kiss every inch of you body and sometimes it would tickle. in the end, he would kiss hand hands and each of your fingers while making promises of loving you.

★~ Albedo: well.. he is often to be in the mountains but that’s no excuse. if you ever visit him, he would invite you for a hot cocoa (or idk a hot drink) and you both will snuggle outside his lab, huddled in blankets, watching the snow fall from the sky to the ground. he would have his hand around you and your head on your shoulder. he would try to keep you as warm as possible, and that’s by giving cheesypickuplinesthatwouldmakeyoulikeatomato (as long as it works). sometimes, klee joins in and teases both of you. if he’s not in the mountains, you’ll cuddle with him while sightseeing. stargazing is one of his favourite too, you both will lay on the grass while connecting the stars above your head. he always manages to catch a heart pattern everytime you both do it together. he always holds your hand no matter what and he always kiss them as a bid for goodnight.

★~ Venti: cuddling by the windrise treeee! you will sit on the branch while eating an apple with venti as he talks about his day and other things. then you’ll go down and sit under the tree. venti would tell you to lay your head and you would, on his lap. he would play the lyre for you as you slumber off to sleep, then he would play with your hair before falling asleep as well. on late nights, the nights where none of you could sleep, you’ll cuddle on the hand of the anemo archon statue. he would bring apple for a late night snack and you’ll bring fuzzy blankets. there, you both will snuggle upon eachother while telling about your days or even stargazing. he would have his arms around your waist as you lay your head on his shoulder and his lay ontop of yours (basically snuggling or smt like that ehehe). he would crave for your warmth and you both will have a kiss count while dozing off to sleep. he would ofcourse play lullabies for you to sleep.

★~ Bennett (platonic): cuddle night with bennet is always warming. he’ll set up a bonfire where you both would snuggle by it with a thin blanket over your shoulders. he often lay his head on your shoulder or lap. and you would be there caressing his head. i feel like these nights would be a tough one for him. he would likely to tell you about his unlucky luck and how he’s sorry for everything he’s done (poor guy, pls hug him tightly :(. ) i honestly think he crave for warmth and the loving feeling by someone. to be in someone’s arms comfortably. he would trace doodles on your skin and you would do the same. on rainy days, you both will make a tent to shelter at and snuggle with eachother, trying to find the warm feeling. you both will intertwine hand to stay warm. you both will do the best to keep eachother warm. he would hold on to you tight, he’d never want to leave anyone’s hold. he loves affection, that’s all he needed.

★~ Razor (platonic): WOLFIEEEE HE WOULD BE RLLY FUZZYYYY ESPECIALLY HIS HAIRRRIJHDOJSNJKDNOJD you would want to cuddle with it all day long! it’s literally like a plushie! he would let you cuddle his hair or even combing it! in the night, you sometimes would have a sleepover with him (with the wolves in the wild wooohooo :D)! you guys (you both and the wolves) will snuggle up like baby wolves. all you could feel are their fur and razor’s fluffy hair! sometimes, you will cradle razor like a baby wolf :3 a fuzzy one. he would snuggle upon you just like he is snuggling with the other wolves! his favourite thing to do is to lay his head on ur tummy and play with your hair. sometimes you both will watch the sunset together by the cliff. he would tell you about his adventure with his wolf family while you both intertwined hands and your head on his shoulder (that’s covered with his hair).

★~ Mika (platonic): he might be a bit busy but he would always spare a time for you. you both love to watch the sunset and well as stargazing together on the cliff after a tiring day. although he would still be pretty shy and not that open, you assure him with affection. he would play with your hair while you trace some doodles on his arms. you would often poke his cheeks as you thought “it’s as squishy as a chewy dango”, and he would be all shy by it. but as a payback, he likes to boop your nose while making a random sound effect. he loves to hold you hand, it’s like his anxiety and worry got washed away and is replaced by happiness. you also like to lay your head on his shoulder as his face would be like a tomato and you always tease him for it. you both love telling how your day went and what you’re looking forward to for the future.

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THANKYOU FOR READINGGG IM SORRY IF THIS UM SUCKS.. BUT I HOPE U ALL ENJOYED THISS!!! ADVICES ARE ACCEPTED THANKYOUUU

[peonysgreenhouse]

-`♡´- kisses + the 13 flame-chasers

summary: what it says on the tin!

tags: flame-chasers x gn!reader, griseo's is platonic of course, fluff, lots of kissies.

i. kevin kaslana

kevin’s last try at love had left him unable to touch anything living, his body now colder than ice. he craves the contact he once was able to give and receive freely, but to sacrifice his own body in pursuit of the MOTH’s goals was something he was more than willing to do. but even the icy-hearted first flame chaser has his moments of weakness. in those moments he’ll grab your tie, or the end of your skirt and bring it up to his lips, inhaling the scent he was never close enough to know, and wonder how warm your skin felt underneath.

ii. elysia

elysia adores everything about you, and she wants you to know how much you are loved every moment she is with you. she places kisses to any place she can reach, but more than that she loves watching your reactions. so human, so beautiful. it’s not rare to end up with her rosy gloss all over you.

iii. aponia

aponia likes listening to you breathe. underneath a tree in the tall grass, your head in her lap. it’s one of the few times she feels she can live in the present. the future is the farthest thing from her mind as she leans down and places a kiss to your forehead, telling you to go to sleep. she doesn’t command you to do it so, but with her soft humming, you soon drift off. aponia kisses your eyelids, then, and prays for your dreams to be pleasant.

iv. eden

her lips taste of the finest wine; how could you not get intoxicated after kissing her? the high of eden’s performance doesn’t wear off for hours, and she loves to perch you up on her vanity and kiss you until she’s satisfied… and eden is hard to satiate. out of all the endless riches she has amassed, you are her favorite treasure of all.

v. vill-v

the great magician loves to woo you with her performances. look down into their hat and when you see nothing inside, she’ll tilt your chin up and give you a quick peck.

the expert likes to ramble off her ideas for projects — you’re the only one allowed in their lab. it’s not often they get excited about things, but with you there she finds that old passion for inventing return in spades. when you aren’t looking, she’ll place a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering out her thanks.

vill-v loves you wholly, with every part of themself.

vi. kalpas

you’re one of the few who has gotten to see under kalpas’s mask. his skin is fair, sunken pale eyes tired and angry. it’s the first time he lets you see underneath that you finally get to kiss him. his teeth are bared, and he threatens to kill you for standing so close. but when your lips touch his own, all feigned malice melts away, and he pulls you into him hard.

vii. su

his kisses are featherlight, as soft as a summer breeze. as busy as he is with his work, he will always find pockets of time to spend with you. even if it’s just as small as kissing your cheek before he leaves for work, he will remember your loving eyes, the way the morning light made your skin glow, your small smile… yes, this is one memory that will follow him forevermore.

viii. SAKURA

SAKURA always looks for you after battles. she is covered in bruises and cuts that will leave ugly scars later, but she needs to know you’re okay; that the one person left that she loves is still there. she ushers you someplace quiet and hums, a familiar song that she once sang to RIN and patches you up. you tell her of an old superstition that you once heard, and she takes it to heart. SAKURA doesn’t let you go until she’s placed her lips against every future scar, promising you that next time, she’ll keep you safe.

ix. kosma

try as he might, he will never be able to figure out what you’re thinking. when you reassure him that you like him, he wonders if you mean in a way that he can sit close to you. it’s easier show him what’s on your mind, tilt his chin up and plant a sweet kiss to his lips. kosma will think about your touch for a long time, one hand touching his lips and the other balled into his tunic. he hopes you’ll kiss him again and again.

x. mobius

mobius tastes sickeningly sweet, you sometimes wonder if her lipstick is laced with poison. when mobius kisses you, it is needy, her lips moving hard and fast against your own, pressing you against her lab table. when she pulls back, you’re seeing stars, and she grins at you like a predator. you can’t help but think if this is where you die, it wouldn’t be so bad.

xi. griseo

mama aponia tells griseo that kisses are reserved for people she loves. and so she gives mama aponia a kiss on the cheek before she goes to look for inspiration. today, you are her muse, and you sit for hours as she paints every color that she sees in you; each one unique to you. once you’re done, she tugs your sleeve and tells you to come look. you tell her it’s beautiful, and she kisses you on the cheeks as thanks.

xii. fu hua

hua fights with her fists, and so the bruises left on her knuckles are forever rosy, never allowed to fully heal. when she spars with you, she never goes easy, and you’re face down in the dirt after only one round. she notices the deep purple of fresh bruises on your hands, and places a kiss to each one, praising you for trying so hard.

xiii. pardofelis

pardo loves all things shiny, but she’s found she doesn’t mind being paid in kisses from time to time. she purrs as you take her cheeks into your hands, kissing her all over the face. felis can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles, falling forward into your lap and nuzzling into your neck.

[luvrbug]

When they have a crush on you

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▸ Characters; Law, Kidd, Luffy

▸ Warnings; GN reader

▸ a/n; my first OP work !!!! im still trying to grasp how to write for them but !!! i hope you all enjoy :] (psst- requests are open!)

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-> LAW

▸ Law refuses to show any emotional vulnerability. So when he realizes that YOU are the one making his emotions go absolutely haywire- its not a good scene.

▸ He cares about you so much. He doesnt form attachments easily, so when he does prepare for him to never let go.

▸ He starts to avoid you. Like, you cannot find him on the polar tang type of avoiding. He's afraid to put you in serious danger, he's wanted by the world covernment, has billions of beri on his head- he couldn't stand to put you in more danger.

▸ Law SAYS he is perfectly content with holding these feelings in until he dies. He is lying. At some point his frustration comes to a head and he just , corners you in the sub after not speaking to you for THREE WEEKS and word vomits all his emotions out while looking like a tomato.

▸ If you accept law is . surprisingly elated. This commitment doesn't feel heavy or scary like he imagined. He's not the biggest fan of PDA but he ABSOLUTELY links pinkies with you when walking around. (bepo, shaichi, and penguin are yall's biggest fans ever. they SO hide in the bushes during the first date and get discovered 😭)

▸ If you reject law .. he'll retreat back into his shell. He was open with you, and now he probably wont be. ever again. Really awkward interactions ensue.

-> KIDD

▸ He's so oblivious to his own emotions !!!!!! He's so mean to you all the time but he's killing anyone who lays a hand on you. He feels nauseous and feverish and embarrassed whenever he's around you but he's anxious and jittery when you're NOT around!

▸ He gets sooo jealous too. you could be like, sitting next to someone and he'll be breaking a tankard in his fist 😭.

▸ HE TRIES SO HARD TO IMPRESS YOU!!! He's smashing someone's face in extra flashily when you look his way. Carrying super heavy objects when youre in his vicinity. showing you all his latest inventions. He's almost like a really aggressive, abrasive puppy waiting on you to praise him.

▸ He probably blurts out all of his feelings when you sit just a little too close after one too many beers. He's raging at you for "making my head all spinny" and "making me feel like im gonna vomit glitter" while Heat and Wire are cackling in the background. Killer has his head in his hands while Kidd continues his drunken rant.

▸ If you somehow manage to wrangle him back to the ship and accept his confession, you will have a clingy, kissy kidd to deal with. He will not let you go. Your post-confession gift is a cranky, hungover kidd.

▸ If you reject him ... Kidd practically explodes. Not at you, but everyone who pisses him off is getting chewed out 10x as bad. He's hurt, and he needs time to tend his wounds. Your friendship will never be the same, but he won't make your life a living hell.

-> LUFFY

▸ Luffy is straightforward, honest, and determined. If he likes you, he'll say it loud and clear. He doesn't exactly know the line between romantic and platonic feelings, so it'll take someone like robin or sanji to clear that up for him.

▸ He is also very physically affectionate. Where you go, luffy goes. You have to practically beg to go to the bathroom alone. Skinny, Tall, Short, Chubby; luffy loves it all! He gomu-gomu no cuddles you constantly.

▸ He doesn't really get jealous. He trusts you! And he knows youre great, so obviously everyone would want to spend time with you! Just make sure he's in your top priorities.

▸ Luffy's confession is in everything he does. He never steals from your plate unless he's given permission, always makes sure you get the best cuts of meat / best quality veggies. He may just suddenly hold you and kiss you if hes in the mood. Luffy is probably on the aro/ace spectrum, so your relationship may be on the platonic spectrum some days + the romantic spectrum some days.

▸ If you turn down all of Luffy's advances, hes naturally a little let down. He won't stop caring about you, but he'll attempt (key word; attempt) to give you space and not be so affectionate. (how could you possibly turn this boy down >:[)

[sentienttoastah]

Please, whenever you get free time and will, give Kiwi Sang a lil' kiss on his tiny head. That is all.

I believe in platonic kissies. Always give your kiwi birds daily words of affirmation before they start contemplating their existence again.

or alternatively if you meant literally me giving him a kiss

I had the fish emoji png saved I just had to use it. Also I happened to see this during midnight so remember to kiss your homies, girlies and palies gnight.

[nahoney22]

Hello! Before I get to the request, I just wanted to say thank you for writing what you write! I was super stressed out last month and I wanted something to take my mind off of it, so I was going through the Rex tag when I found some of the stuff you wrote. I don't remember what it was but it was one of the tbb and rex hcs. I clearly loved them.

So I was wondering if you would ever expand on the hcs? I really love the Crosshair helmet kiss one and I would love to read like maybe a build-up to that scene or maybe an aftermath of it

No pressure if you don't want to! I eat up anything you write! Happy writing!

What Comes After

Crosshair X GN!Reader

word count:1.7k

A continuation to Crosshair’s helmet kiss that you can read here:

With a kiss that had you thinking non stop for days, what happens when Crosshair pulls you aside and lays it all on the table to you?

warnings: it’s a little saucy so gonna class it as 16+. mutual pining, friends to lovers, kissy kissy 😚, cheeky crosshair. Continuation of a previous HC request. Italics indicates a snippet of the previous one shot.

Authors note:. Thank you for the kind words anon. Hope life is treating you better. Enjoy 😊

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You heard footsteps behind you and you were certain it was Crosshair who was about to give you a telling off. But when you turned around to face him, you didn’t expect him to be ripping his helmet off and tossing it to the side as he bound towards you.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, do it properly.”

In a second, he has you pinned to the wall with his body, one hand in your hair and the other to your waist as he flushed his lips to yours in a heated embrace.

Your eyes are wide and hands are flailing pathetically as you were both unsure where to put them or if you could even touch him. A second before you felt yourself melt into the kiss he pulled away, panting a little but there was that infamous smirk.

“Better?” You gasp out, not quite believing what just happened.

“Better.”

The night replayed in your mind like an unyielding record, and the sensation of his lips on yours lingered relentlessly. As you lay in your bunk, consumed by thoughts of his fervent embrace, a gnawing despair settled in the pit of your stomach. It had been nearly a week since that intimate moment, and yet he had not uttered a single word.

Granted, you had not been forthcoming either. You didn’t want to overstep, thinking that you could ruin your friendship with him. But that kiss, it spoke volumes. It was far too potent to be reduced to mere platonic affection.

The taste of his lips was intoxicating, an overwhelming sensation that threatened to topple you. And when you had first pressed your mouth to his helmet, you felt him tense up like a statue, caught off guard by your boldness. You can’t help but wonder if you two kissing was inevitable.

Alas, you can’t help but harbor ardent feelings for the Clone as he was always someone you had a bond with. Perhaps it was this profound connection that had driven you to kiss him in the first place - an accident, and yet, an intentional one at that.

“You getting up?” The sound of Hunter's voice pierces through the haze of your daydreams, jolting you back to reality. You turn to see him leaning against your bunk, his arms folded, and his piercing gaze locking onto yours. You sigh as you sit up, running a hand through your unruly hair.

"I overslept," you mutter, feeling the weight of his suspicious gaze on you. Hunter's heightened senses are always on high alert, and you know that he can sense when something is off.

"Uh-huh," he quips, his voice laced with skepticism. You feel a knot forming in your stomach as he turns his attention to the snoring Wrecker in the opposite bunk.

As you begin to prepare for the day ahead, you're filled with a sense of unease. You have no idea what the day may hold, but you know that it won't be easy. The constant threat of danger looms over your head, and you feel the weight of responsibility bearing down on you.

Lost in your thoughts, you're startled by the sound of the refresher door hissing open. Before you can even register what's happening, you freeze at the sight of the man who's been occupying your thoughts for days.

"You got a minute?" His voice is soft, yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine.

You stand there, toothbrush in your mouth, feeling a sense of vulnerability wash over you. You're still in a state of undress, with only a towel wrapped around your body and another in your hair. You can feel his gaze on you, and it sends a wave of heat through your body.

"Uhhhh, I'm a little busy," you mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze. But it's almost impossible. His piercing trained brown eyes seem to see right through you, and you feel exposed.

Crosshair looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your body. A smirk plays at the corners of his mouth, and you can feel your heart rate quicken.

"You look cute," he says, his voice low and seductive.

You feel a warm blush creeping up your neck as you try to retort, but your speech is muffled by the toothbrush in your mouth.

Shouldn't you be angry with him for not talking to you until now? You want to be, but Maker, he's so infuriatingly charming and cheeky. You need to snap out of it and stick up for yourself but before you could say anything,

"Meet me outside the ship when you're dressed. We need to talk," he says abruptly, his voice breaking through the haze of your thoughts. You're left shocked and a little curious as he turns and walks away, leaving you to wonder what this sudden meeting could mean.

When you’re dressed and ready, you do a quick check with the others to see if a mission has been patched through but luckily there hasn't been so you take a deep breath and go meet Crosshair outside.

As you step down the ramp and scan your surroundings, you initially fail to spot him. But then, you catch sight of a pair of long, slender legs on the other side of the ship, the owner of which is tapping their foot anxiously.

You walk around to get to Crosshair, your mind racing with different thoughts and words, but when you finally meet his gaze, all words seem to vanish from your mind.

Crosshair shifts his position, his eyes flickering with a hint of conflict as he takes in your appearance. You feel a sudden urge to ask him what he wants, but once again, you find yourself at a loss for words. Fortunately, he is the first to break the silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" He questions simply, arms folding over his chest.

Your face contorts with bewilderment, and you let out a nervous laugh. "You mean why did I kiss you on the helmet?" you ask, trying to play it off as a harmless gesture.

Crosshair furrows his brow and steps closer to you, his body tense with anticipation. "Yes," he says, "why did you kiss me on the helmet?”

You stutter in response, feeling the warmth of a blush creeping up your neck once again. "I-I don't know," you admit. But then, you frown and turn the question back on him. "Why did you kiss me?"

Crosshair chews on his lip nervously, something you've never seen him do before. He runs a hand through his silver hair before he takes a bold gamble, stepping closer to you which causes you to back up against the ship. His arm extends over your head, and he gazes down at you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. "I told you why," he murmurs, his voice husky. "If you were going to kiss me, do it properly."

You can feel his breath on your face, and your mind goes blank once again. "But why did you kiss me like that?" you ask, your tone a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as you hint at the passion of the kiss.

"I'm… I’m not good at expressing my feelings with words," Crosshair admits. "I thought it would be better to show you instead."

Feelings? Wait, did this mean…? He likes you? Your mind goes fuzzy and you're staring at him with parted lips. “You like me? But you’ve ignored me for the last week.”

“And what’s your excuse, huh?” His tone wasn’t harsh, instead rather soft and full of curiosity. “You kissed me because you feel the same. I know you do.”

As Crosshair towers over you, his breath hot on your face, you feel a shiver run down your spine. “Please tell me you do.” He pleads softly, eyelids becoming hooded as he slowly leans into you.

His eyes bore into yours, and you can feel his body trembling with emotion.

“I do like you.” You rasp with a shaken breath and you swore he almost whimpered at your confession. You feel a rush of emotions flood through you - confusion, excitement.

He’s flushed against you now, your hands moving to his chest where you almost melt at the feeling of his muscles through his blacks. "I know this is sudden," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I've been thinking about you for a long time. And I couldn't hold back anymore when you kissed me that night. I had to kiss you like I always wanted to.”

You feel your heart racing in your chest, and you know that this is a pivotal moment. You can either give in to your desire and let the moment take over, or you can hold back and play it safe. It's a decision you know you'll have to make sooner rather than later. But, you’re in the middle of a war, you don’t know how much time either of you have left, so why not take the plunge?

Letting yourself savor the moment, you reach up and place a hand on Crosshair's cheek, and apprehensively, he leans into your touch. You can feel the rough stubble on his jaw, and it sends a tingle down your spine. The touch was clearly foreign to the man, his eyes trained on you as the sensation of being held this way was abnormal for a man like him.

“Well seeing as we don’t have to get ready for a mission,” you say softly, looking up at him through your lashes, “why don’t we-.”

His hand is against your cheek, a jolt of surprise as he plants his lips firmly to yours, silencing your want.

You moan against him already, fingers clutched at his blacks whilst his other hand that was resting above you moves into your hair, bringing your mouth closer.

There’s a fiery intensity within the kiss, both of you getting lost in the moment as a rush of desire rushes through your veins. “Crosshair,” you breathe his name softly, pulling away partly only for him to chase after your lips, wanting and needing more.

His tongue began to beg permission against your lips and you gladly gave him entrance instantly, the kiss intensifying quickly as your hands reached up from his chest to around his neck and pulled him in deeper. He broke away for a second, adoration in his eyes before you felt him begin to lift you by the thighs, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he carried you to one of the crates under the ship.

As soon as you are sat upon it, your legs wrap around him and draw him near, kissing him again with just as much passion as before only for you both to part minutes later, gasping for breaths. “You’re something, you know that?” He mutters, resting his forehead to yours, breathless and dazed.

You smile warmly at him, deep down knowing that this kiss this time round was just the beginning of something sweet. You should’ve kissed him on the helmet sooner if you knew this was going to be the result.

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[sillybilly-room21]

if you wanna read me rant about whatever the hell i’m ranting about, here it is. (slight vent)

i don’t know how to describe the fact that i am only NOW embarrassed for posting that hellspawn of an oc. i swear i’ll post better stuff like candyman art and work on the show i’m making because i have no exact idea of where my self conscious went. like when did i become open about whatever goes on in my mind?? “stay in my head and never get out” is what is happening right now. i tend to overshare a bit because i yearn to talk to someone but i have troubles with starting a DECENT conversation while trying not to creep someone out. i don’t understand the current root of my problems or why i feel this way, but i DO know that i am thankful for the people who like my oc posts. sometimes it makes me feel bad that i barely put any work into the lazy drawings but people still like it. i’m not nourishing you guys enough, i’m so so so sorry. i swear if i find the time and motivation to feed you all a 5 course meal instead of stale bread, i will. giving you all little kissies on the forehead platonically. luv u all ‼️ <33

(i feel like i am making up my own problems but yet again, i feel like life is all about problems. sorry for the random vent, i’ll make it up to you all. Love and jawbreakers, Sillybilly :3)

[citruslullabies]

Hello! So this is my first time ever doing a request so I hope it’s good! But could you do Dogday x Reader/Angel, where Angel gets injured really badly and ends up getting impaled by metal and ends up needing to get the metal ripped out and sewn up?? Maybe dogday could comfort the reader during it?? I’m so sorry if that’s too much!! Okay that’s all really have a nice day/night!

Of course sweetie!

Trigger warnings: blood, injury, near-death experience

Romantic/platonic: unspecified

Requested by: anonymous

Category: angst + fluffy end

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x injured!reader

Word count: 518

Angelic Wounds

Dogday was forever in your favor, you were his angel and his light. His dreams and his hope, he would be absolutely crushed if anything happened to you.

He was a little ways away from you, hesitant due to a gut feeling but separated so he could scrounge up whatever scarce food there was in this place for you, Poppy, Kissy Missy, and himself but he was more so looking for you three. He found a few things, he got lucky and they were in cans. One of them he was a little scared to bring back since he could tell one of the small ones got its grimy little teeth sunk into it.

The canine was storing the cans in a dingy little bag he found, leaving the busted one to thenside to just hold with his paw in case it was still any good. Couldn't be too picky when you were desperate to survive. He was peaceful until his ears practically shot off his head when he heard a scream that sounded like a bobcat, quickly looking up and looking in the direction it came from. Was it… no it couldn't be you. Right? You always handled yourself so well, it couldn't be you - but it was. He knew it and ran hot on his heels to get to you.

He found you on the floor, sobbing your eyes out with a piece of metal through your arm. You were trying to pry it off but it was heavy and deep, much to you and Dogday’s dismay. Your companion ran over to you in a hurry, panicking and holding you close. “Angel!?” He asked, looking at your arm and carefully resting his paw below the wound. “What happened!?”

“I- I don't know! It just… it just fell out of nowhere and I didn't move in time-” You said, struggling through hiccups and sobs. He nodded and understood that accidents were bound to happen, he carefully went through your backpack and got some bandages. With love and care, he tended to you just as you tended to him once before. He stitched you up, despite your cries and blood touching his fur breaking his heart he persevered and fixed you up before bandaging the stitches. He held you tightly.

While you cried from the pain, he couldn't help but cry too. He cried knowing he could have lost you if he wasn't any faster, but he also cried knowing that if he had stayed with you and listened to his gut to stay near this wouldn't have happened. He carefully rubbed you back while sitting back and having you in his lap. He never wanted to feel your blood against his paw pads, never wanted to see you cry in pain and agony while desperately trying to escape the feeling like a hopeless cat turned into road pudding.

“Shh.. shh.. Angel, it's okay. It's okay now. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you alone.” He cooed, pressing his head against yours with his big floppy ear scrunched between your faces.

A wounded angel could still fly, luckily.

Thanks for requesting!

[minnielvr]

ROSES - CHAPTER 17 : "micheal jackson room" ─────────────────────

y/n left the cafe and made her way over to the jyp building. she called felix and asked him to come out and get her.

"y/n!! hii" felix came running to her

"hey babe" y/n went in for a hug

the couple hugged and walked into the building, then got into the elevator. while they were going up, y/n started thinking about meeting his members, and what would happen if they didnt like her.

"felix im like actually really scared to meet them, what if they dont like me?"

felix grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her towards himself. "hey no no no dont think like that, im sure they are going to love you. your funny and pretty and your really chill"

y/n nodded her head and just hoped felix was positive about this. the elevator reached the floor of the dance room the boys were at and the couple walked out, and then headed towards the room. they stopped infront and and both took a deep breath.

"you sure you're okay with this?" felix asked y/n just to make sure

"yea..i think im fine"

felix them knocked on the door and peeked inside, mouthing something to his members then looking back at y/n and told her to come in. y/n walked in the room and said hello, trying her best to mask her nervousness with a bright smile.

"hiii im y/n"

"OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU IN PERSON FOR SO LONG" han yelled and ran up to her and gave her a hug.

she laughed and hugged him back, after that, all the other members came to greet her and they all got acquainted very quickly.

"so y/n i know you have a job but are you in college or anything?" chan asked y/n

"ahh i actually just graduated college this year! im planning to go to grad school."

y/n and the boys conversed a bit more before y/n remembered the cookies she made.

"oh guys! i made cookies for all of you!" y/n pulled out the contained from her bag and started passing them out. all the boys thanked her and ate them, complimented her baking skills.

later y/n realized that she had completely overstayed her stay as it was nearing 40 minutes that she was there.

"oh my god! sorry for staying so long! i really have to get back to work though." y/n started packing her bag and got up.

"awww okay it was nice to meet you!" a few of the members whined.

"here y/n let me walk you out" felix got up and walked towards you.

y/n and felix walked out the door and y/n waved at the members. the couple started toward the elevator and got inside. talking about the day. the elevator stopped and dropped them off at the lobby. felix walked y/n to the front door and then gave her a squeeze on her hand while trying to be discreet about it, as he didnt want anyone to catch on.

"call me tonight yea?"

"okayyy bye felix!" she made a little kissy face at him and walked out the door, still waving her hand. felix laughed and did the same, then sighed and walked back. oh how he wishes he could just tell everyone that your his and hes yours.

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Open Journal Entry - New Years (2023)

okay so i canNOT be coherent but fuck theres a lot on my mind right now.

this year was the worst fucking year of my life- it's atLEAST in the top 3.

We faced near-homelessness, awful food insecurity, the death of two beloved pets, the death of our abuser, of 20+ years, after he had only been out of our lives for two/three years at that point, and he did it to himself.

Our car broke down, our debt got worse, our abuser's family tried to take out home from us, they were such cunts. We had been trying to sell our house all year, we didn't succeed until a month ago.

I lost my first ever cat and it still hurts that she might be here right now if we had only had more money saved. She had a great life but I wasn't ready to let go of her, and I don't think losing BK will ever stop hurting. I miss her sweet little face so much. I miss her sweet little chirps and her silliness and just her presence so fucking much. it's agonizing. I miss her.

This year was one in four awful fucking years.

I don't know if 2023 was worse than 2022 for me. They feel like the same year. It was fucking awful.

But.

Last december, I forced myself to reach out. I made myself make a little "hey does this fandom have any guilds or discord servers for/by gw2blr?" post before I went to sleep for the night. I made myself reach out right before I had to sleep so that I couldn't panic and take it back.

It was one of the best decisions I've ever made for myself. I made my first ever friends from that decision. In fact the person (hi silv ily silv (/platonic)) who invited me to the gw2 server I hold so dear (hi slei ily slei and stuu ily stu /platonic kissy ur forehead) Is one of my closest friends now.

I have, a lot of issues. with trust and self-love and self-worth and I still struggle so much with thinking im not good enough and that everyone will find someone better etc etc I've made insanely good progress AND i have never before had people in my life that I feel like I know I can trust with myself. i am staring directly at my good friends Silvesi and Wynn/Straywyvern. shoutout to you to Specifically.

AND

im throwing affection directly at all of my friends. sorry im just like this not sorry receive affection for the new year CUNTS-

I absolutely love talking with Silv & Wynn & Del, you motherfuckers understand me on a very specific and unique autistic level ily and i love talking to you and infodumping to you and shitposting with you etc etc we need to be more insane with eachother more often beloved friends etc etc my besties <3

I've met so many people who while im not as close with them I love and am so fucking happy i met them and got to be friends with them regardless. lieflet, stu, slei, mabi, dot, lynx, fox oh my god theres so many of you.

youre so creative, kind, fun, chill, I feel safe with you and I love being stupid with you and im so glad I met the lot of you.

I've met so many fucking artists I admire so much through slei's gw2 server and that server is so relaxed and fun and chill I miss being able to hang out with you all in game. "your idols are your peers" lives in my head rent free as quote because its so true and I love. I Love.

im rlly hoping this next year my dad and I can fucking relax. for TWO minutes. oh my god.

I miss being able to relac. I miss feeling safe. I miss, so much. But not the last four years, and not that shit house I grew up in.

What I look forward to is pestering my besties more and more as I become more and more confident in myself and what others seem to see in me. I can't see it, but I'm gonna try and trust the words you say to me more and more.

Even if I end up being right, my worst fears come true, eventually. I'm gonna put in the effort like this is "forever" because we deserve to try the best for ourselves Right Now.

here's to the new year At The Very Least not getting WORSE.

[bewitchingbaker]

 ✵ {opinion then vs now ship meme <3 Jess/Andy}

Joe's Diner.

A rather retro space hidden within Arizona's neighborhoods. Opening at 11am and closing...whenever. Serving all manner of delicacies from breakfast, lunch dinner, and some mysterious fourth meal that no one ever ordered. Their waiters often having a high turn around time, ranging from local college students to some of their classmates (the local Goth's often offered extra coffee to the Luna's thanks to Jess's side business)

A perfect hangout spot for the clique of the Luna and Riley teens.

Jess Luna's head rested on her recently manicured fingers, soft brown hues staring at Andrew 'Andy' Riley.

For once, it was just the two of them. No Chris nor Beth in sight due to the two of them having a mass of assignments due. Though if you asked Chris, he'd flat out tell you he's giving them some space cause they're graduating soon. Plus, she promised he could keep their skateboard if he gave her time to 'make kissy faces at Andy'.

Her brother may have been quiet, but he could read her like a book. Jess Luna didn't fall for alot of people in the desert city, but that Andy had a charm about him. He shared her sense of humor and love for a younger sibling in a tough family. Being easy on the eyes helped alot too.

Their first impression of your muse:

"First impression?" she echoes. "Hmm, he looks like has a stick up his ass. What's his ass doing in a skate shop? Shouldn't he be with the other jocks? But then I saw you had a little lady clinging to you."

A small smile spreads across his face.

"He must be alright."

Current impression:   

"As of this moment, you're a sweet, mostly mature dweeb who I like spending alot of time with. Even if he complains about my little...side business with totally legal substances."

A pause.

"With his head up his ass."

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

A coy smile spreads across Jess's face, an inquisitive tilt of her head following. Those size 9 Vans mess with Andy's leg for a moment.

"Maybe," She hums. "I might think your hair is cute and you're pretty easy on the eyes. I don't exactly mind seeing you in your swimsuit, if anything it makes me glad you have that pool in this hot ass city."

Something they find frightening about your muse:

Her smile falters a bit, leaning in her seat. The older Luna takes a sip of her drink as she thinks of her answer. While she hsd her fair share of anger issues, it was nothing compared to Andy's anger at the Admiral. Understandable considering the old fucker's treatment of Beth.

"I wouldn't say it's frightening," Jess begins. "But you're anger is...concerning. I mean I get it cause I have my own issues with the Luna's, it just feels like it'd be hell to be on the other side of that anger. But I understand and trust I'll never be on that side."

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

"What don't I find adorable about you," Jess asks with a laugh. "I guesssss if I had to narrow it down to one thing. I'd say...your smile. When you make a good play or when you get to drive that cool car of yours, you get this bright smile."

She smiles as her foot messes with his, hands holding onto Andy's.

"Seriously, it's like you don't have any pressure on you for once."

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

"Sacrifice? Like...in Left 4 Dead?"

Jess asks with an inquisitive tilt, feigning some confusion at the question before playfully smacking his hands. Another laugh escapes her lips before takes a sip of her drink.

"I would like to hope that we never end up in a moment like that. I don't have the capactiy for that like our siblings do." she sighs. She looks out the window for a moment, brown hues flashing purple for a brief second. "Chris always seemed brave...in moments like that."

A pause.

"But if it came to it, I guess. Knowing you though, you'd be pretty pissed if I tried to sacrifice myself."

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

"...Riley, I would hope the past few years would give you a clear answer," Jess replies. "I'm not including the ones with Beth and Chris, maybe our trip to the water park and we...ya know."

She blushes as her hands gesture to the resteraunt.

"I mean like when me and you went to the movies. Or the time we saw them light the tree in downtown Sedona. I'm saying all this to say 'yeah I'd go on a date with you.'"

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

"Hmm," Jess ponders. An eternal second passes as she thinks about Andy. Sweet. Brave. Dumbass. But the older Riley was her dumbass. As much as Jess messed with Andy, she appreciated him in her life. Not just hers but Chris's. Really the Luna's lives.

Not a lot of boys would go along with a magic family dealing with tragedy.

She finally finds the words for Andy.

"Angel."

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

"No!" Jess replies instantly.

A sly smile spreads across her face.

"Unless you're into it." she laughs with another hand on his.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Silence. For once, Jessica Luna is at a loss for words. She forgot how Andy had a way of leaving her flabbergasted. Such a simple question had her cheeks ablaze with a blush. Her eyes take a moment to stare at the eldest Riley sibling.

She smiles before laughing.

"Does this answer your question?"

With one swift movement, she presses her lips against his. Her hands resting on his cheeks for a moment. Getting lost on their kiss before finally breaking it to press another one against his nose.

"...Now are you paying for our last date as high schoolers?"

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