#fluff and comfort

[herebegiants]

[alastor-simp]

Sensitive Soul😔 - Alastor x Reader

Requested by @ju1yyyzzz

The Hazbin gang were all lounging around the lobby, minding their own business. Charlie was reading a story book, definitely romance. Vaggie had her spear in her hand, practicing her moves. Sir Pentious was observing her. Apparently Vaggie wanted to teach him some physical combat, since he relied too much on his gadgets and egg minions. He was sloppy, but he had a lot of confidence, which Vaggie respected. Angel dust was chatting away at the bar with Husk. Their relationship had improved a lot, leaving you feeling very happy to the point you cried. Zooming sounds were happening all across the room. It was Niffty, chasing after the insects with a knitting needle. The look in her eye was crazy and glad she was aiming it towards the bugs, and not you. Alastor was relaxing against a chair, legs crossed while sipping from a coffee mug. The hotel radio was playing a broadcast from the human world. The fact that it could pick up stations from the living world was insane. Must have been Alastor's doing since he always looking for more entertainment.

The phone in your hand was your source of entertainment for the time being, as you kept flipping through Sinstagram. Static emanated from the radio, beginning to play a broadcast in regards to some sort of pandemic happening on earth. The grin radiating on Alastor's face was nerve wracking, as he continued to listen in on it. "HAHA! How utterly entertaning! Makes me remember the good old days during the Great Depression! So many orphans!" It felt like you had been punched in the stomach. 'How could he find that entertaining'. Your thoughts were becoming depressing, and tears began to appear in your eyes. Charlie took a break from her book, and looked up, noticing your sad expression. "Y/N, Why are you crying?" Realization hit you as you touched your cheek and felt wetness. The room got quiet, everyone gazing at you with concerned looks including Alastor. "I-I'm I-. I need to be excused." Jumping from where you were sitting, you rushed out of the room, leaving everyone confused. Angel was the first to speak up: "What the f✪✪✪ was that about?"

Charlie felt the need to comfort you, but she concluded that your probably needed a minute to calm down. She looked around the room, observing everyone. "Did any of you say anything to them?" Everyone shrugged their shoulders, stumped. Niffty zoomed next to Charlie, wanting to tell her something. "She started to cry when Alastor was laughing about something on the radio." Eyes all turned to Al. Alastor still had a smile on his face, but mentally he was riddled with confusion. "I was only reminiscing about the past! My words did not bare any insults towards them!" A spear was drawn at his face, causing him to arch an eyebrow. Ohh how scary he thought. Vaggie was fuming, nearly about to strike Alastor. "Whatever you said apparently made them upset! Now go and check on them, bastardo!" The air grew ominous, as Alastor powers began to expand, clouding the room with black mist. The smile on his face began to grow monstrous, as his eyes turned into radio dials. "Now Vaggie! There is no need for threats! But I advise that you lower your w̶͈̒͜è̶̫̤͖̃̀̔̋́a̴̝̮̾̽̋̌̈́̎̍p̵̳̟̩͈̬̹͓̔̀͌ó̸̟̃ṇ̵̹̻̽̉ ̶̩̞͓̃̓͌̈́ȍ̷̬ṛ̸̨̡͈̹́͜ ̵̡͈̰͎́̚ḛ̴̞̯̭̥͊̅̇̃̎̆l̵̖̔͑͆̿s̸̙̐̌̐̆̓͠è̵̛̻͑̓̊͠!" Charlie jumped between the both of them, wanting to appease the situation. "Vaggie Stop!" Charlie words reached her girlfriend, causing the spear to be lowered, as she crossed her arms. Charlie then looked at Alastor, who had managed to calm down slightly, yet the air was still tense. "Alastor. Could you please check on Y/N?" A shook of his head, brought him back to normal, as he stood up from the couch. "All right!" The staff in his hand at appeared, giving it a twirl before he stood up from the couch, walking away with his hands behind his back.

"Now where could the little darling have gone?" Alastor announced to himself, as he ventured down the hallways. His first place to look would be your room. Giving a rhythmic tap on the door, he waited for you to open the door. His ears twitched, trying to pinpoint any sounds from the other side, but heard none. "Hmm. Not here." Alastor continued to look for you. The last place to look was the hotel garden. It needed a lot of weeding and pruning when he first arrived at the Hotel. Niffty and you were able to fix it right up, planting certain hellflowers and fruits and vegetables. Sounds of sniffling reached Alastor's ears, "Ah so you were here!" he thought. He found on curled on the ground, laying on the concrete ground, admiring the flowers. His eyes noticed the tear streaks that were still prominent on your cheeks. Turning your head around, you saw Alastor standing next to you, before looking away. "Why the long face my dear?" Alastor chortled to himself, while you remained silent. Your lack of silence bothered Al. He still couldn't piece together why you were crying in the lobby? He snapped his fingers, causing a cushion to appear on the ground. He didn't want to dirty his pants. Plopping down, he continued to look at you. His smile stayed the same, but his eyes were looking at you with slight concern.

"My dear, what has you so upset? Was it something I did in the lobby that bothered you?" He patiently waited for your answer. Wiping your tears with your sleeve, you turned your head towards him. "You didn't do anything Al. It was the topic you brought up that got to me!" Cocking his head, he pondered what you said. A lightbulb flashed in his head. "Ahh yes! The great depression!" His smile became giddy. His entertainment for misery was appearing again. "Yes. I know to you it was highly entertaining, but to others it wasn't. It just made be think about all the hard-times during that time, and the orphans and what-not. I know its stupid to cry over something like that, but certain things or topics I'm very sensitive too. Often times it results in my breaking down in tears like you just saw." Alastor continued to stare at you, while you talked. He was relieved he didn't cause something directly to upset you, but it did stun him a a bit at your reasoning. His years being a radio host/serial killer harden him, to the point certain depressing topics became utter joy for him. It gave him a bit of realization that subjects like this were very bothersome to others, including you. "I apologized if I worried you and the others. Just didn't want to cry in front of all of you over something stupid. Wish I wasn't such a cry-baby." Casting your eyes down, you gazed at ground.

A fluffy material touched your cheek, causing you to jump. Looking at Al, he was cleaning your face with a handkerchief. His signature smile, had dropped. It wasn't a frown, but he was a full on smile either. More of a slight grin. "Y/N, there is nothing wrong with crying over stuff like this. My time in Hell has made me immune to depressing topics. This doesn't make you a cry-baby, it just means that you have a pure soul. You care about the well being of others greatly, to the point of tears. It is quite alright my dear, and I would like to give a proper apology to you." His words were insanely sweet. More tears began to pour out your eyes, shocking Alastor even more.

"My dear?! What did I say? Why are the tears still coming from your eyes?" His actions were frantic, as he continued to wipe the tears from your eyes. The tears still flowed, but a smile was on your face. "Hehe, I'm sorry. Your words were very sweet and just made me very happy that I wanted to cry." Alastor gave a chuckle as well, shaking his head. "My my what a strange demon you were. Still, you were very adorable." He thought to himself. Soon the handkerchief had removed all of the tears that were flowing down. The signature grin he wore returned, as he got up from his position, snapping the cushion away. His hand extended out to you, allowing you to grab it. Being pulled up, you got up off the ground, and stood in front of Alastor. His other hand was placed on your cheek, giving it a stroke before returning back to him. "Shall we head back my dear? The others must be getting worried!" He smiled down at you, to which you responded back with a nod, as the both of you walked together out of the garden to rejoin the others.

~END~

*Tagging*

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[lilypadlys]

Haircuts make Dew uncomfortable.

A product of his element transition was that his hair got badly singed and most of the length had to be cut off. Dew loved his platinum blonde, practically white hair. Took immaculate care of it. Adored its body and how it rippled like water. And suddenly it was burnt and matted and gone. Then to add insult to injury, even after it grew back it became a harvest gold.

Dew hates it at first. No matter how much Aether and Mountain insist that his hair is prettier than ever, that it suits him so well, he hates it. At first, he wears it back and under hats and beanies, refusing to deal with it. Eventually it gets so bad though that he tries to bleach it. Unfortunately the bleach further trashes his already damaged hair and he has to get it cut short all over again.

His packmates know he needs help but they aren’t sure what to do. Compliments and affirmations are all well and good but they don't really help. Doesn’t fix it. He knows his packmates mean well but he can’t really take their words to heart.

Then one day, Cumulus asks Dew for his help with doing her hair. Says she’s trimming it to avoid split ends and could he help her with the back sections? He agrees and helps her out. He helps her straighten her hair so she can trim it, then helps her work in product afterwards to help it regain its curl. Then she asks if he would like her to do his.

He refuses immediately. His hair has just gotten back to a couple inches below shoulder length, still too short for his liking, and even an end trim seems like too much. She doesn’t take offense though, just nods and changes the subject; has him pick what scent of hair mask she should use next.

And then next time she does her hair, she has him help her decide how to style it; braids or in space buns. And the time after that if she should cut it all short for summer. He immediately gasps at the thought, and waxes poetic about how pretty her hair is until they’re both giggling. And then he regards his own tangled mane in the mirror.

He asks in a quiet voice if he can borrow her hair scissors. She agrees, handing them over and watching him carefully. He brings the scissors up to the ends of his hair, but he stops. Freezes. He can’t do it.

“Would you like me to help?” She asks gently.

He hesitates and then nods, passing the scissors back over. She gestures for him to sit on the edge of the tub and stands behind him.

“I’m just going to get the ends, alright? Just to help your hair be a bit less tangled. Is that okay?”

He nods, not trusting his voice.

She brushes through his hair gently, mindful of the tangles. Asks one more time if he’s okay with this. When he nods again she wraps a towel around him. She works as quickly as she can while still being careful to make sure everything is even. When she’s done, she sets the scissors aside and uses her air magic to sweep the cut ends of his hair away into the trashcan and out of sight. Then she brushes through his hair again and grabs the curling iron.

“Okay if I style it a little?”

“Sure.” Dew shrugs noncommittally.

An ironic perk of Dew’s hair now is that it’s a lot more fire resistant. Still Cumulus is careful not to turn the iron on too hot and risk burning herself. She uses it to add a slight wave to Dew’s hair before finally letting him look.

Dew gets up and shyly glances at himself in the mirror, eyes going wide once he does. Even though it’s not perfect, there’s still damaged ends left from lack of regular care, Dew has to admit that it looks a lot better. Cumulus had to take about three inches off but as he runs a hand through it and doesn’t get caught on a rats nest of tangled ends he sighs in relief. The slight wave has the corner of his mouth quirking up even as he begins to blink rapidly.

“Feel a little bit better?” Cumulus asks.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

They both ignore how Dew’s voice cracks a little. Cumulus definitely doesn’t notice that dampness around Dew’s eyes. She busies herself cleaning up while Dew turns away and rubs his eyes.

“If you’re up for it, I know what might really help. A nice deep shampooing and conditioning will go a long way towards helping maintain your hair. You can use my stuff and I’ll even help you wash if you want.”

Dew knows how protective over her hair products Cumulus is. The fact that she’s offering makes him smile. He nods.

“Thank you.”

Cumulus gets the both of them ensconced in the tub, Dew using his magic to keep the water steamy while Cumulus massages shampoo through his hair. The way her claws gently card over his scalp has him purring in no time despite the stress he’d been feeling. By the time she’s rinsing the conditioner, she practically has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall asleep right there in the bath. After, she helps him stand and wraps him in her fluffiest towel before wrapping a smaller towel around his head to dry his hair.

“Why don’t you get some comfy clothes and I’ll get a nest ready. Sounds good?”

“Uh huh.” Dew’s too worn out and sleepy to fuss about being taken care of.

He dutifully pads off to his room to change and Cumulus makes good on her promise and sets up a blanket and pillow nest. She’s just fluffing the last pillow when Dew returns in an oversized tee and sleep shorts, and mostly dry hair. Without complaint, he hops up on the bed and sinks into the blankets with a happy chirp. Cumulus finishes drying her own hair, changes into pajamas and joins him.

“Okay if I braid your hair? It’ll help with tangles and it’ll be wavy in the morning.”

“Kay.” He murmurs, already drifting off. She giggles and retrieves her brush from her nightstand. Dew is fast asleep before she even ties the braid off with a silk scrunchie.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats her baby and

Aaron Hotchner X Spencer Reid X Daughter Reader

Request: Hii! Can I get a request with Hotchner daughter reader  where she is like 5-6 years old, and she is "obsessed" with Reid and maybe Hotch a little jealous bc thats his baby

Third person pov...

It was always a busy day in the Hotchner household, with Aaron Hotchner balancing his job as a BAU Unit Chief and his duties as a single father to his daughter and son But despite his hectic schedule, he always made sure to spend quality time with his children.

At the moment, Aaron was helping his daughter get dressed as she would be going to work with him today, Jack had school, Aaron had dropped him of earlier.

The two were currently in the little girls room, Aaron kneeling on the floor going throug his daughter clothes before her voice made him turn towards her.

"Daddy, can I wear my princess dress today?" the 5-year-old asked with wide, hopeful eyes, Aaron couldn't resist her adorable request and smiled.

"Of course you can, princess. But let's make sure you wear some comfy shoes too.' He carefully picked out a pair of sparkly flats for her to wear.

Once the 5 year offer as dressed the two headed out the door and to the FBI headquarters.

The young gurl was bursting with excitement as she followed her dad, Aaron Hotchner, to the BAU headquarters. Being five years old, she didn't really understand what her dad did for work, but you knew it was important and cool.

'Morning, Uncle Spencer!' The girl exclaimed as she ran up to the tall, lanky man standing at his desk.

"Good morning, Y/N" Reid smiled down at the girl, He loved spending time with Y/N she was a bright light at the office and always had the most interesting questions.

"Can I help you with anything today?" She asked with wide eyes.

Reid chuckled, 'Of course, you can help me with everything!'

'Y/N, come on, we have to go to my office,' your dad called out.

'Okay, bye Uncle Spencer!' Y/N waved as she followed her dad.

As the H/C girl walked through the office, she noticed her dad's colleague, Derek Morgan, staring at her and her dad with a smirk.

'What's so funny, Morgan?' Hotch asked, noticing his expression.

'Nothing, Hotch. Just admiring how much Y/N looks like her dad,' Morgan teased, winking at the girl.

They all watched in amusement as she turned to the man with a pout, "But I want to look like Uncle Spencer!"

Hotch laughed and ruffled his daughters hair, 'Trust me, Y/N, you're much cuter than Uncle Spencer.'

They both entered the mans office and he sat the girl down in a chair while he went through some paperwork.

'Hey, Y/N, do you want to help me catch some bad guys?' The dad asked, his serious tone making the 5 year old sit up straighter in her chair.

'Really?' Y/N asked with excitement.

'Of course, you're my secret weapon,' the dad grinned before handing his daughter a pen and a clipboard.

While Hotch worked on the computer,

Y/N scribbled on the clipboard, feeling very important. Suddenly, Y/N heard her dad's phone ring and his face fell as he answered it.

'What's wrong, Daddy?' Y/N asked, sensing his sudden shift in mood.

'Nothing, Y/N. Just a case,' Her dad replied with a forced smile.

'Is it dangerous?' The 5 year old asked with concern.

'Probably not, don't worry,' the dad reassured her.

But she could see the worry in his eyes. She knew it was a lie. The little 5 yrar old knew her dad's job was dangerous and didn't like the idea of him getting hurt.

'Uncle Spencer will keep you safe,' She said, still holding onto the belief that Reid was her protector.

Hotches tired face softened at his daughters words and he gave a small smile, 'Yes, he will.'

Y/N apent the rest of the day helping her dad at the office, keeping her mind off the case. But as the team headed out, the little girl couldn't help but feel a little sad that her daddy had to leave.

Before the tewm headed out Spencer walked up to the young child, he looked at her sad face and thought if something to cheer her up.

'Hey, why don't we make a deal?' Reid suggested, giving thr girl a gentle smile and holding her hand.

'What kind of deal?' She girl asked, intrigued her sad expression vanishing.

'You keep an eye on me and make sure I stay safe, and I'll do the same for your dad,' Reid said with a smile.

Y/N odded eagerly, 'Deal!'

Reid grinned and picked the young child up, both laughing he began spinning around many times before placing you back on the ground.

Both dizzy but smiles on their faces.

'Come on, let's go see what kind of trouble we can get into,' Reid chuckled as he took the girls hand again, they both made their way out of the office.

Y/Ns dad watched the two with a mix of amusement and jealousy. He knew his daughter adored Reid and he couldn't blame her. Reid was a great friend and role model, and he was glad to have him in his children's life.

But as the two of them walked around the bullpen, he couldn't help but feel a little left out. He was Y/Ns dad, after all. But he knew that she were in good hands with her Uncle Spencer, and that was all that mattered.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot, woo 2 in one night this is strange, decided to treat you guys to two of these oneshots I know you've missed them, I'm still working on getting through the rest of the requests but I will get through them thank you for your patience.

Sorry for this one being shorter than usual anyway sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count : 1016

[yuly]

↬In Sync↫

Aaron Hotchner x Fem reader 

Summary: You and Aaron are in sync more often than not, but a small bump throws you off beat

Warnings: suggestive language/allusions to sex, (18+ only minors please do not interact), mentions of pregnancy, nausea, anemia. Mainly loads of fluff. 

WC: 1.9K

Gif credit: @ssahotstuff 💕

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You and Aaron are always in sync. He is the ying to your yang, the two of you always moving together in perfect harmony. He is unlike any man you’ve been with. A big shot in his world, yet quiet and reserved, even shy at times. 

Your lives are in sync, his hectic never-ending schedule matched perfectly with your self-scheduled work-from-home hours. It meant that you were there when he wasn't, to pick up where you both left off, to be with Jack, to maintain the balance. Aaron is immensely appreciative and forever in awe of how well you bond with his son. To him, you are a natural, better at this than he ever was. Deep down, he wants the two of you to share that experience from the beginning, to give you a baby of your own. But he never mentions it.

Your emotions are in sync. You feel each other, validate one another, and embrace every emotion together. It had been a daunting three weeks without him, an extended case followed by another, right on its tail. You held him down, like always, offering him a listening ear, sharing your day-to-day adventures, looking after Jack, and letting the two share father-son time over facetime. Every time Jack raves about the cookies the two of you baked after school or the new dinosaur stories you read to him before bed, it tugs at Aaron’s heartstrings. It ignites those feelings in him again: he wants a baby with you. Again, he never mentions it, it was hardly the time or place anyway. 

Sometimes, the two of you are not in sync. When you’re apart, he lets his mind wander to the familiar dark corners of self-doubt. What does it say about him that he wants to create a child with you while leaving you to take care of his son time and time again? Who does that to a partner? Who would stand for that? He benefits in every way from your relationship, but what do you gain? Is he holding you back? If he truly loves you, why would he do that? What does that say about him as a man, as a partner, as a father?

You were his solace, his anchor, the moon and the star and everything in between. When he was around you, everything fell into place, everything felt right. You granted him a very warm welcome after those three weeks. The two of you held it together through the evening for Jack’s sake, with poise and grace, as any parent would. As soon as he was sound asleep, you and Aaron fell into a passionate, desperate dance. It was a night of longing, unlike any other. In the heat of things, you forgo protection, Aaron reminds you both, apologizing profusely. But you beg him to continue. He feels conflicted, in his heart of hearts, he feels guilty because this is what he truly wants, more than anything else. But he has not said anything, he still doesn’t. Afterwards, you soothe his mind, tell him you’ll address it in the morning, assuring him not to worry. He continues to hold his feelings in.

Whenever the two of you aren’t in sync, it's usually Aaron who’s off-kilter and you bringing him safely back to shore. Except for this particular evening. A dimly lit, friendly dinner at Rossi’s beloved mansion. Laughter and conversation flow easily through the dining hall. The comforting smells of Rossi’s home cooking waft through the air. In stark contrast, you sit tensely at the edge of your seat, unable to enjoy the evening, unable to relax at all. Aaron is well aware, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh. He feels guilty for even attending, but you had insisted on going, reassuring him that you were ok. 

The fact is, you are not ok, at all. Far from it. It had been almost 4 weeks of headaches, nausea and body aches. Work was more stressful than normal. You felt out of it every single day. You managed to convince Aaron that it was due to your chronic anemia and promised to see your doctor. The blood tests showed that your levels were in fact quite low, but the perpetrator was one you did not see coming: pregnancy. 

The memory hit you like a truck. That night, nearly a month ago now, when you practically begged him to forgo a condom. When you reassured him that you would handle it in the morning. But you hadn’t. You forgot. That morning was hectic, by the time you got Jack and his dad out of the door, you did not stop taking calls for work until it was time to pick up Jack. From there, you had 2 hours of paperwork to complete, soccer practice for Jack, and a trip to the dry cleaners. You also managed to squeeze in an oil change for your car that was well overdue and make a stop at the post office. You completely forgot.

The guilt consumed you, it made you sick. It's not that you don’t want a child with Aaron, in fact, he is the only man you’ve been with who you felt worthy of having children with. But not like this. It felt like you betrayed him somehow, as if you had done this on purpose. Who does that to someone they love? Did you trap him with a baby? How would he respond? What would he think? The questions kept you up all night, tossing and turning, endless scenarios playing in your head.

Hotch is a profiler, he could see that you were hiding something. He knew by now it was more than just anemia. It hurt him that you wouldn’t tell him right away but he wants to give you the space you need, while gently reminding you that he’s here for you, as always. Somehow, you manage to save face for the rest of the evening, wearing a fake smile, even laughing when appropriate. The drive home is mostly silent, the sound of rain creating a short lived force of peace within you.

“Sweetheart, please talk to me. You can tell me anything, you know that.” You took a deep breath as you walk into the living room, gently placing your purse down, “Aaron, it's nothing really.” You were saved by a sound you normally hate: his phone ringing. He answers with a sharp tone as a deep frown settled onto his face. He has a case and you urge him to go, secretly grateful for this distraction. He will not budge until you promise to talk to him about what was going on the minute he got back. 

This time, he returns in 24 hours. You feel guilty for wanting more time, unprepared to tell him. The two of you sit out on the balcony, enveloped by the cool spring breeze.

“Angel, please talk to me, whatever it is that's bothering you, just please talk to me.” You instantly feel flustered, whatever preparation you had in store for this moment has utterly failed you. Speaking in simple sentences is suddenly a difficult task. “Aaron, I don't know where to begin” you sigh, averting your gaze to the string lights you and Jack had decorated the balcony with. “I’ve been irresponsible and stupid. I’m sorry, I broke your trust, I didn't mean to I swear it, Aaron, it genuinely slipped my mind,” you ramble as tears begin to form in your eyes.

Aaron immediately places both his hands on your forearms. Normally, it takes a lot to make you nervous or anxious, so this display was troubling.

“Sweetheart, please slow down, what are you apologizing for? Just breathe with me for now angel”, his words are soothing, they always are, it only makes you feel worse because how could you have put this sweet, caring man in this position?

You took a deep breath in and out, “Aaron, do you remember the night you came back last month? After those three weeks? Do you remember what we- how we, um you know- we,” 

He holds your hands now, firm but gentle. Brown eyes filled with more kindness and concern than you could fathom. “Yes I remember, sweetheart we both agreed to that in the moment, do you regret-”

“No! No, it's not that” you’re quick to cut him off, afraid of where he’s going, with a shaky breath you continue, “I told you not to worry, promised that I would take a plan B, but Aaron I forgot, I swear I didn’t mean to it slipped my mind and I found out this morning” you can’t hold back the tears this time as you struggle to pull out the paper with your test results to show him. 

Aaron freezes for a minute, staring at the paper before pulling you into one of his warm, soul-soothing hugs that you loved dearly.

“Y/N, sweetheart, please don’t apologize. You have done nothing wrong, I am not upset angel, look at me.” His tone is tender, not reprimanding or upset in the slightest. 

He stares into you with the most loving gaze, “You have done nothing wrong, what would make you think I would be upset?”

You frown, eyes glued to your lap, “I betrayed your trust, that was so irresponsible of me.”

“You did no such thing. It's human to forget, you are allowed to be human sweetheart,” you shake your head at that, “But Aaron, you don't do that to people, we haven’t even discussed any of this or planned for it. ” He looks at you with sad eyes, in his profiler mind, it sounds like you are parroting something that was once told to you. That thought makes his blood boil, but he’s careful to mask that particular emotion in the moment. 

“And you already have Jack, I never thought” you pause, this was uncharted territory for you, “I assumed you wouldn’t want another kid”. 

In your mind, it makes perfect sense. He is older than you, has seen more than you have, he’s been divorced, widowed, and traumatized beyond belief. Aaron worries about Jack all the time, and fatherhood is somewhat of a touchy subject for him. You concluded that he was content in raising Jack, why on Earth would he want to add more children to that? 

But your words break his heart. He feels heavy, sick even. Here you are sitting across from him, pregnant, yet these thoughts are plaguing your mind. It’s his dream come true, his fairytale ending, the one story he would play over and over in his head.

“Y/N, how could you say that? What gave you that idea sweetheart?” his tone is tender as he stares at you in disbelief. “There is nothing more that I would want than to have a child with you” he pauses to hold your hands, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “It's something I've thought of for a while.”

It's your turn to stare in shock now, as you struggle to find words in the moment, afraid that this is a twisted dream you would soon wake up from. 

Aaron’s words bring you out of you shocked state, “but Y/N, none of that matters if you are not ready, that's whats important, angel. Whatever you decide, I am right here beside you. I love you unconditionally.”

You burst into tears again, engulfing him in a hug, clinging onto him for dear life, the two of you whispering ‘I love you’ back and forth. He places sweet kisses on you forehead, cheeks, chin, and gingerly over your belly. 

You and Aaron are in sync once again.

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My first ever fic!! Please excuse any errors & any feedback would be very much appreciated ♡

[doumadono]

emergency request

work has been stressful. i’m having panic attacks, and i’m dealing with a lot of disability related stuff on top of it. (in short: frequent episodes of not being able to move. at all.)

i don’t know if you write geto (didn’t see him on your masterlist), but if so, i would really appreciate a little geto x f!reader comfort fluff. if you’re not comfortable writing geto, i would happily accept aizawa.

thanks 🖤

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you've been going through such a challenging time. Work-related stress, panic attacks, and dealing with disability-related matters must be incredibly tough. Take the time you need for self-care. You're stronger than you know, and I believe in your resilience ♥ If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here for you. Take care of yourself, my dear! I genuinely hope this brief story brings you some comfort. Please be gentle with me - it's only my second time writing for him

JUJUTSU KAISEN EMERGENCY REQS

Geto was exceptionally perceptive, noticing subtle shifts in your mood long before you verbalized them.

He paid close attention to the nuances of your expressions, from the smallest furrow in your brow to the way your gaze shifted.

Initially, he observed in silence, not wanting to intrude but filing away mental notes about the patterns of your emotional landscape.

Geto became adept at distinguishing between your ordinary fluctuations and the more pronounced signs of emotional turmoil, honing in on the moments when you became increasingly weighed down.

He noticed the small details — how your laughter lost its genuine lilt or how your smile didn't quite reach your eyes during particularly trying times.

He was observant not only of the highs and lows but the nuances in between, recognizing the subtleties of emotions that might elude others. 

Finally, one day, he asked, "You seem a bit distant lately. Anything you want to talk about?”

You tentatively shared glimpses of your struggles, allowing Geto to see the vulnerability you kept hidden from others. "It's just work stress, I guess. Been feeling overwhelmed…”

Geto pulled you into a reassuring hug. “I'm here, baby. Pour it out.”

The walls around your emotions started to crumble. “I've been having panic attacks, and it's affecting every part of my life. I'm just so… tired… emotionally exhausted, you know?”

He tenderly planted a series of gentle kisses on your forehead. "Don't fret, my dear. This too shall pass. All you have to do is be patient and show kindness to the wonderful soul of yours that I hold so dearly. Come, let me take care of you.”

The weight of the day pressed heavily on your shoulders as you stumbled into the shared apartment. The air felt thick with the residue of stress, and every step carried the burden of exhaustion. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the dam holding back the emotions broke, and you couldn't contain the torrent any longer.

Without warning, you began to scream, a raw and primal release of the pent-up frustrations and anxieties that had accumulated throughout the day. The sound echoed through the walls, a cathartic symphony of anguish. With each scream, you shed a layer of the burdens you had carried for far too long.

In a desperate frenzy, you tore your bag off your shoulders, the motion aggressive and unbridled. The bag hit the floor with a thud, a symbol of the weight you were shedding. Shoes were kicked off haphazardly, sent flying across the room like discarded remnants of a battle fought in the outside world.

Limping a step or two, you felt the physical toll of the day on your body. Each movement was a reminder of the struggles faced, a silent testimony to the challenges that seemed insurmountable. Despite the pain, you pressed on, driven by an unyielding need to find release.

Finally, on your knees, your body sank to the floor, and you hid your face in your hands. The sobs wracked your frame, the tears flowing freely as if breaking a dam of pent-up emotions. The vulnerability of the moment was palpable, an unguarded display of the toll that life had taken on your spirit.

The apartment walls absorbed the echoes of your cries, bearing witness to the raw authenticity of your emotional unraveling. In this private space, you allowed yourself to be unapologetically human, to let the facade crumble and reveal the vulnerabilities beneath.

Unbeknownst to you, Geto had been home the entire time, quietly observing the storm of emotions that unfolded. His footsteps had been soundless, allowing you the space to release the torrents of frustration that had built up throughout the day.

From the loyalty of a follower, the dynamic had shifted into a more intimate connection — the transformation from a dedicated supporter to a life partner. It had surprised you, leaving you in a state of perpetual awe at the evolution of your relationship. You marveled at Geto's keen intellect, appreciating the depth of his personality that went beyond the public facade. Yet, despite the admiration, there lingered a sense of bewilderment. You couldn't fathom what it was in you that had caused someone of his stature to fall for someone as seemingly ordinary as you.

The quiet rustle of Geto's kāṣāya garment marked his silent approach. As he entered the room, his discerning eyes took in the scene — your slumped figure on the floor, the remnants of emotional release scattered around. 

With a subtle grace, Geto crouched beside you, his kāṣāya settling around him. His presence was a steady anchor in the midst of emotional turbulence. As he observed, the lines of concern etched onto his face betrayed a genuine worry for your well-being.

His thumb and index finger gently grasped your chin. There was a silent understanding in his touch — a recognition of shared struggles and vulnerabilities.

With a voice that held a calming resonance, he asked, "What's wrong, my love?" Geto's eyes searched yours, seeking the truth behind the storm of emotions that had unfolded.

Struggling against the strength of Geto's grasp on your chin, you attempted to avert your gaze from his keen, black irises. However, his hold was unyielding, preventing even the slightest movement. Your eyes, teary and vulnerable, met his unwavering gaze.

Tears welled up and spilled down your cheeks as the floodgates of emotion burst open yet again. With each sob, you began to share the burdens that had led to this emotional breaking point. The weight of work, the battles with disability, and the overwhelming stress poured out in words between shaky breaths. "I... I just can't handle it anymore," you admitted, voice choked with emotion. "Every day feels like a struggle, and I don't know how to keep going. Oh, I'm so so useless."

As you poured out your heart, a haunting self-doubt surfaced. Amidst the sobs, you confessed, "And... and I don't understand why you're with me. I'm not good enough for someone like you. You deserve someone stronger, someone who doesn't break down like this."

In the stillness that followed, Geto's gaze remained unwavering, his fingers maintaining their gentle yet firm hold. His expression held a mixture of understanding and compassion, the weight of your words acknowledged without judgment.

With a voice that resonated with sincerity, he responded, "Strength is not about never breaking down, little one. It's about finding the courage to rise again. And you, my dear, are stronger than you give yourself credit for."

His words, though simple, carried a profound reassurance. Geto's thumb wiped away a tear from your cheek, his touch a gentle acknowledgment of the vulnerability you had bared. "I chose you because of who you are," he affirmed, his voice a soothing presence amid the storm of emotions. "Your strength lies in your resilience, in the way you face challenges head-on. You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be yourself."

With your gaze locked onto Geto's unwavering eyes, lips slightly parted and tears streaming down your face, you continued to pour out the burdens that had weighed heavily on your heart. The sobs, though still present, became intertwined with the raw honesty of your words. "I feel like I'm drowning, Geto," you admitted, your voice shaky yet determined. "Work, my disability, everything... It's just too much. There are moments when I can't move, and it terrifies me. I don't know how to handle it." The vulnerability in your expression mirrored the openness of your heart. "I thought I could handle it all, but it's breaking me," you confessed. "I can't keep up this facade of strength. It's exhausting, and I'm tired, Geto. Tired of pretending I'm okay when I'm not."

Tears blurred your vision as you continued, "And there's this constant fear," you continued, your voice quivering. "That I'm not good enough for you. That you'll see through this facade and realize I'm just... not enough…"

Geto observed your tear-streaked face with a slight tilt of his head, his gaze unwavering. Geto slipped one of his strong arms under your knees and the other against your back. With seemingly effortless strength, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you with a tenderness.

Silently carrying you through the apartment, he navigated toward a hidden sanctuary — a winter garden tucked away at the back: a place that held significance, a haven of tranquility that had often brought you solace in times of need.

The door creaked open, revealing the serene winter garden adorned with delicate flora. The air was warm, and the ambient quietness seemed to amplify the intensity of the moment. Geto, still holding you securely in his arms, stepped into the sanctuary that he knew held a special place in your heart.

The familiar surroundings embraced you with a sense of calmness as Geto carefully settled you on a comfortable metal bench covered with thick blankets, ensuring that you were cradled in warmth. 

Geto's gaze shifted to the delicate flora surrounding you. His voice was low and measured as the tall man began to explain, "All of these," he gestured towards the various plants, "are delicate. Just like you." His words held a quiet reverence for the intricacies of life, and he moved towards a small pot adorned with your favorite flowers — blue orchids. "It's easy to break them," he continued, his fingers grazing the petals with a gentle touch. "But even in their delicate state, they strive to survive." His attention shifted to a particular orchid that both of you had thought was long gone. Geto revealed the seemingly lifeless stalks, and to your surprise, pointed out two new buds emerging, still tender and small. "They may look delicate, but they have a strength within," he remarked, his eyes meeting yours. "Even when faced with adversity, they find a way to grow anew." Moving back to you, Suguro's gaze held a rare softness. "Just like these orchids, you've faced challenges and found the strength to grow. I admire your resilience." His words were sincere, a reflection of the admiration he held for your tenacity in the face of life's storms.

Tears welled up in your eyes. The quiver in your chin mirrored the emotions boiling within your soul. The weight of his words sank in, a profound recognition of the strength that had blossomed in the face of adversity. "I... I never thought of it that way," you admitted, your voice soft and tremulous. "It's just... sometimes it feels like everything is too much, like I'm too fragile for this world." The vulnerability in your confession hung in the air, a stark contrast to the quiet strength that Geto had just commended.

Geto's eyes held a depth of understanding as he listened to your words. With a reassuring touch, he reached out, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that trailed down your cheek as he took a seat beside you. "It's crucial," he said, "to focus on your own well-being. Only then can you coexist with your inner demons. Sorrow has a human heart too often. And you're strong enough to overcome it.” Geto, with a tender gesture, pulled you to sit on his thick lap. His strong arms enveloped you, drawing you close to his wide torso. Gently rocking you back and forth, he whispered words of encouragement into your ear. "You're stronger than you think, and I believe in you. Life throws challenges at everyone, and your resilience in facing them is truly admirable. Remember, it's okay not to have it all figured out. Be patient with yourself, take one step at a time, and know that you're not alone. I'm here, you're not alone. We're in this together. You're capable of overcoming whatever comes your way, and I'm proud to stand by your side. You can always count on me. I won't hesitate to remove any obstacles that stand in your way. Your well-being is my priority.”

The warmth of his embrace and the soothing cadence of his voice created a sanctuary of comfort, a moment of solace in which you felt both physically and emotionally embraced. You gently wrapped your sore arms around Suguru's neck, seeking solace in his comforting, warm embrace. Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you expressed gratitude, your voice soft but filled with sincerity. "Thank you for always being so gentle with me.”

"Anytime, Y/N. Difficult moments will fade away. And I'll never leave you alone. Ever,” he accentuated the last word, gently kissing your forehead. "Now, wipe away those tears and join me. We still have a delightful supper to prepare together.”

[beautifulbrainrot]

hey, psst, hey listen

Reid with a hairdresser s/o and eventually their the only person allowed to touch his hair, so when he comes back from prison one of the first things he does is go to them to get his hair fixed up but reid starts getting super emotional so it turns into a gentle comforting moment.

changed this very slightly but i hope it’s what you wanted!

i was struggling writing this but then had a burst of inspiration, also i lit almost cried writing this the prison arc broke me

spencer reid x hairdresser!reader

cw obv mentions of the prison arc, fluff, you both cry it’s emotional

your fingers carding gently through his curls is what brought spencer out of his daze, leaning back into you touch automatically.

you tilted your head slightly as you continued to stroke his hair, smiling as he relaxed into your touch. during his time in prison his curls had grown longer and more unruly and you could tell it was bothering him.

“spence baby, do you want me to cut your hair a bit? maybe back to how it was before?” you couldn’t bring yourself to bring up prison, even saying the world felt wrong.

he nodded slightly, his eyes closing in contentment as you tickled his scalp gently.

“okay sweetheart. i’m just going to get up to get the scissors and stuff, i’ll only be a second.”

he frowned a little as your hand left his head, instantly feeling colder without your presence. true to your word you came back quickly, your professional hair cutting scissors and other hair equipment in hand.

you resumed your position behind him while he sat on the dining room chair and held his soft strands of hair between your fingers.

you started by wetting his hair with a small spray bottle, to temporarily straighten the curls, and began gently brushing his hair.

spencer sighed quietly as your dragged your brush through his curls lightly, careful not to tug to hard on any knots you came across. once his hair was fully detangled you ran your fingers through it and brought the scissors down.

spencer flinched slightly at the first snip but quickly relaxed as you carried on. he didn’t even realise when he started crying as his watched the strands fall, the bad memories from prison falling away with them. he felt lighter as your continued to shorten his hair, letting go all the stress he had been holding onto since prison with each fallen curl.

you gently strolled his hair when your finished, before noticing the tears falling down his cheeks.

“spence! are you okay?” you quickly asked, running around to stand in front of him and hold his face in your hands.

he sobbed softly and pushed his tear stained cheek into your warm hand. he stood out of his chair and embraced you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and burying his face into you neck.

“i just-“ there was so many things he wanted to say, to tell you, but words could never fully express how he was feeling.

“thank you.” he finished, burying his face further into your shoulder as sobs wracked through his body.

you held him tightly and gently brushed your hands through his freshly cut curls. tears sprung into your own eyes as he pulled you closer. your beautiful boyfriend was out of prison. he was free. and he was with you, no bars or windows between you.

you held each other as you you both cried softly, grateful to be together again.

[dianneking]

Nightmares (Larissa x Reader comfortfic)

What??? A comfort fluffy fic from the Angst Fairy themselves? Well, what can I say. I like to try things out. Also I love a challenge. Also, it felt right to write this fic today and so I did (who am I to argue with the Muses?). All of that aside, I hope you enjoy!

Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Nightmares, Established Relationship, Second-Person POV, Teacher!Reader, Ungendered Reader, Lots of Cuddling. Wordcount: 1.719 words. AO3 link in title below!

This fic is dedicated to all the people who have offered me comfort. There's many out there, and you all know who you are and are all precious to me, but in particular I want to mention Cat and Cal @tenderheartgrumpymind, @scream-queenlover, @bigolgay, and @heidsworld. I am grateful for all of you.

Nightmares (Larissa/Reader)

You looked at her silhouette in the darkness. She was by your side, the faint light from the stars filtering through the window just to glide on her chiseled cheekbones, kissing her forehead, for once relaxed in the deep embrace of sleep, where no worries could reach her and no decisions had to be taken.  Her breath came out in slow, rhythmic puffs, so soft that you could only hear them thanks to the total tranquility of the night around you. Usually that would be enough. You’d wake up in the night, and just fall asleep after a little while, allowing yourself in the meantime to bask in her beauty, in how lucky you were to see this side of Larissa Weems. The side that had shed her armor, the signs of her power. The side with her hair rolled up and held in place by a silken scarf. It had taken so long to get to this point. For your relationship to progress far enough for her to trust you with the whole of herself.

She had been cautious at the start. You could see she was holding back, giving you her whole attention but not her whole heart. You could understand why. The both of you were not at your first relationship, you both had been hurt, you both had been burned. You knew that sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in the excitement of something new, of a new special connection with someone, just to discover that that that person was not at all how you had imagined them to be, or maybe they were, but still for all the affection held for one another, you simply weren’t compatible.

And so people came and go, and you both had found yourself older, and less trusting towards potential partners. Always expecting something to go wrong, because it had always done so. You could see the same reticence in Larissa and – maybe paradoxically – you had been reassured by that.

And as time had proven, it had not been a flash in the pan. While the physical attraction was there and undeniable (how could it not? It was Larissa Weems you were talking about! The closest thing to a goddess that the earth was blessed with!), it was not and had never been just sex between you two, there had always been hope to see it become something else, something more – and the determination to try your best to make it so.

Date after date, evening in front of the fire after evening in front of the fire, you had slowly grown to know Larissa. She had opened up to you as you had to her – the good, the bad, the ugly. She had slowly let the “perfect principal” mask fall, and had shown you her flaws, she had candidly told you how she was aware of many of them, how she still was working on them, trying to get better at them.

“I had given up, you know?” she had confided in you once, as you were sipping wine staring at the flames dancing in the fireplace “I thought, well, I thought I was too old. What’s the point of trying to change after 40? I am already too set in my ways. Ha. Ironic, isn’t it? A shapeshifter who can’t change.” She had snorted at that. A loud, inelegant sound that was perfect precisely because it wasn’t perfect. It was real. “But then I saw you. You came to Nevermore and you took each day as a personal challenge. You brought so much good to the academy, to the students, to the staff itself! You fixed things that I hadn’t even realized were broken. And suddenly, I felt like I wanted to change as well. I still do. I want to be better. If Nevermore, that has been stagnant for centuries can be changed for the better, why can’t I?”

The question had hung in the air, and you had understood the unsaid things hidden between the lines. Somehow, in your self-appointed crusade to make the academy a better place, you had given her hope. Hope for herself. Hope she hadn’t allowed herself to have.

That night was the night you had realized how in love you were with Larissa Weems.

Maybe, it was the night she fell in love with you, too.

Even if you were both living on campus, it had taken two full years before you had decided to move in together. Well, it was more of you going to live in Larissa’s large, luxurious principal quarters. That had come well after you two had officially announced your relationship status, first to the board, then to the staff, and finally to both students and parents.

That had been petrifying. You had been afraid and so had Larissa, even if she showed it less than you, used as she was to have her mask always firmly in place. If it came down between choosing between your relationship and Nevermore, you both knew what her first choice would be. You had explicitly talked about it. You had pulled numbers. You had checked the rulebook. You had prepared as much as possible, hoping that it wouldn’t have to come to giving up your work to stay with her.

You would have done it.

You both knew it, as much as you knew that Larissa would never give up hers.

But luck had been on your side. You had only been showered with positivity and kindness and heartfelt well-wishes. There had been no difficulties, not mutterings, nothing. The only awkward moment had been when the Addams family had expressed their felicitations by sending about a dozen severed heads “To bring horrid prosperity to the new couple”. But even that had made a wry smile come to Larissa’s face, and she had just shaken her head and had the severed ones brought to the biology lab (“Well they’re here already, might as well use them for science”).

It felt like yesterday and yet it had been seven years ago. Your tenth-year anniversary was drawing closer and closer. By now you knew each other like the back of your hand. You knew what made each other tick, you knew what brought comfort. You enjoyed simply spending time together, each immersed in their own activity, and yet able to lift your eyes and bask in each other’s company.

Which brought you to your current predicament.

She knew you suffered from nightmares, and she had told you over and over again to wake her up if you ever needed comfort after one of them. You knew that. And you knew you wouldn’t mind if the positions were reversed. Sleep be damned, if Larissa needed you, you’d stay awake for days on end.

You stretched your hand over, letting it hover in the air above her shoulder. Was this okay? Were you really allowed to? No matter how many years passed, it felt like you were back to being Larissa’s employee, waiting outside of her study, hand just about to knock on her door, wondering if you weren’t just about to waste her precious time.

You could picture her, shaking her head at you, “Don’t be silly, darling! You never disturb me.” And smile at you that precious smile, the smile she reserved for you and you alone, the smile that made her eyes light up and dance. Even just imagining – remembering – that smile gave you strength. You brought you hand down softly on her shoulder, a gentle caress, a tender touch.

“Love?” You tried to keep the pleading out of your voice. She was immediately awake, used to being on call for any emergency in the school.

“What’s it, darling? Everything alright?” Her British accent was even thicker when her voice was still wrapped in sleep. It was adorable.

“Nightmare. Could…Could you hold me?” You hated how little your voice sounded. How it had broken halfway through. You hadn’t even realized how close to tears you had been before you had woken her up, but you could feel them filling your eyes now, making her lovely silhouette wobbly in the darkness.

“Oh darling, of course. Come here.” She turned towards you, opening her arms. You lost no time diving into them, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, the soft fabric of the scarf pleasant against your forehead. “Oh darling, that bad?” You nodded against her neck. You had put up a brave face, not even realizing yourself how much the images and the sensations from your dream had shaken you.

She hummed and you could feel the vibrations against your own body. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head. It was going away anyways, the dark, cold tendrils of it being chased away by the warmth of the embrace Larissa was wrapping you in.

“Very well. Then you can just relax. I am here. I have you. You are safe.” You could feel your legs entwining together, skin against skin. She had always been so warm. You nuzzled her neck further, breathing in her scent. Patchouli and black pepper and something else, something comforting and relaxing, something utterly and completely Larissa. You felt her wrap her hands around your back, pulling you tight against her soft body. You felt her lips press a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You were enveloped in a cocoon of comfort, with the world so far away, with all its burden of sadness and hatred and worries. There was nothing of that that could reach you here, in the safe nest of your lover’s arms.

One of her hands started moving up and down your back, rubbing it lightly, soothingly, hypnotically. You focused all of your attention on that, on that single, simple movement. You didn’t know how long you were there, soaking up her affection, her care, her love. Slowly, you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down, until finally you fell asleep in Larissa’s arms.

You couldn’t see the small, tender smile that graced her face when she looked down at your sleeping form, nor the second, even more loving kiss she pressed on your hair.

“Sleep well, love.” She whispered in the darkness of night.

And you did.  

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[wolfoftheblackflames]

Looks like you guys are getting another fic. So here it is, misfits! Have some adorable Chaggie/RainbowAngel fluff! (I wrote this at like 3 to 4 a.m., so yeah, that's why it's shorter than my other fics)

When magic goes awry:

“Uh what the fuck am I looking at?”

Those words were on everyone's minds as something small, red, fluffy and with a shit eating grin was seen. In front of the little creature was a familiar mic as it snatched it up. “Ah mierda!” (Oh fuck!) Vaggie yelped as the critter skittered past her and snatched her spear with a cheeky grin.

“Quick catch it!” Charlie barked, sending the boys on a goose chase with the weird creature. “I seriously didn't mean to turn Al into that thing, honest!”

Angel looked back at her as the creature ran past him. “Quick Niff catch it!”

“Oh sir you look so cute, c'mere so I can hug you!” Niffty chased the critter alongside the boys.

Vaggie was grimacing, holding her hand which the creature had bit. “Fucking cannibal teeth…” She hissed as golden blood leaked from the bite.

“Oh shit!” Charlie gasped seeing the wound and quickly ran over from the other side of the room. “Fuck I'm really sorry Vaggie!” She started fretting since it was kinda her fault Alastor got turned into that thing. The grey skinned woman looked up at her girlfriend who was panicking. “It's not your fault hon, blame your dad since he's the one who caused this mess…” Vaggie narrowed her eye at Lucifer who was laughing at the chaos.

“I think it's an improvement? Besides, what's the harm in a little prank??” The short king replied with a big grin much to Charlie’s dismay. “First time I asked you to teach me some more magic and you pull this?!” The princess glared at her dad.

“C’mon char-char, it's harmless..” Lucifer laughed nervously however gulped seeing his child flash her demonic eyes at him. “Go. Fix. This. Now.”

“On it apple pie!” Lucifer yelped, bolting off to join the others while they chased down Alastor.

Vaggie blinked looking up at Charlie who looked annoyed. “Hey it's not that bad hon..” She started but soon blushed when Charlie brought that wounded hand to her lips and kissed the knuckle. “I know.. It's just I hate seeing you get hurt..”

Vaggie’s gaze softened, with everything that's happened such as the hotel being rebuilt after the fight with Adam’s army, she felt the same way about Charlie getting hurt too. “Babe..” Her hand raised and slightly tucked some hair behind Charlie’s cute little pointed ear. “Look on the bright side, he didn't bite the bad hand..?”

Charlie pouted at that attempt, but then gently took the injured hand with both her own and started to channel some magic into them. The bite wound disappeared with ease as Vaggie blinked. Right Charlie was half seraphim since Lucifer was a fallen angel. “Babe… The battle with heaven, with what we lost… I have nightmares about it..” The princess admitted with her ruby eyes looking down at the new carpet.

“I know hon, me too.. But can I show you something?” Vaggie smiled softly and sat down on the armrest of the sofa. “What is it?” Charlie couldn't help but be curious as she sat beside her girlfriend.

As everyone else chased Alastor around the newly built hotel, Vaggie extended a wing over Charlie, though what came next made the princess do a double take after she started to idly stroke the feathers. “It only happens when I'm really comfortable, and since I don't have to hide anymore…” Vaggie’s cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of gold as Charlie felt her girlfriend purr, it sounded like a soft falcon coo.

Those ruby eyes went wide as Charlie's jaw dropped. “Since when can you do that?!” She jolted up staring. “It's seriously the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“Well all exorcists can do this, but only with those they're really comfortable with as it is a sign of affection. Don't get me wrong, hon, I was incredibly comfortable with you but I just felt so guilty about hiding my secret I just couldn't really relax enough to do this..” Vaggie admitted with a sheepish scratch to her neck.

Charlie blinked but smiled softly bringing Vaggie in for a cuddle. “Well here's something you didn't know I could do… It's embarrassing but..” She blushed and did a very cute wolf-like growl followed up by a soft goat meh.

Now it was Vaggie's turn to do a double take. But before she could say anything a loud crash was heard. “Fuck he knocked over all the pans in the new kitchen!” Angel Dust yelled as Alastor ran out of said kitchen towards the cuddling girls.

Charlie blinked seeing a devilish grin on Vaggie's face. “Tiempo de venganza pequeña mierda..” (Payback time you little shit) She moved in front of her princess and tossed something at Alastor.

The critter stopped and dropped the items in his jaws before he started to play with the item. It was a little yellow ducky plushie with catnip inside. “Why do you have that..?” Charlie asked bewildered.

“Was going to toss it at Husk if he ever pissed me off enough. But he's a decent guy so it's fine to use it now.” The angel grinned smugly as the others looked slack jawed.

“Is that why I kept smelling something nice on you?!” Husk blinked as Angel laughed.

Lucifer just stared “Why did it have to be a duck…” He groaned as the critter tore it apart to get at the catnip inside.

After a while, the spell was reversed as Alastor rose up looking pissed. He soon started to chase Lucifer around the hotel with his shadow in hot pursuit as well. That was the last time anyone decided to pull a prank on Alastor.

(Couldn't resist the cursed cat Alastor bit too. Also thanks for the idea of Vaggie possibly being able to purr? I thought it was the cutest idea!)

[veeisgayasf]

Could I please request a Larissa X reader where they are both just chilling reading by the fire when Wednesday and Enid burst in destroying the one day off they have been able to share together in a couple weeks and Larissa just very lovely and sternly tells them to get tf out and go bother someone else but her office is open tomorrow if they wish to come back and r is just sitting there trying to die from laughter?

Thank you so much for this request. It is such a fun and cute idea and I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you like it!

A Day Off Larissa x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, FLUFF. Cuteness overload.

Word count: 900+

You sat on the couch with your legs draped across Larissa's lap, finally relaxing together. It was the first time you both had the same day off in over two weeks. The fire was flickering brightly, the warmth enveloping you both. Larissa had asked you earlier in the day if you wanted to stop by her office and spend some quality time together. You obliged happily.

You had fought your feelings towards Larissa all through the summer as you both formed a strong friendship. Scared to ruin what you had, you tried keeping your thoughts to yourself but ended up confessing to her that you found her stunning and enjoyed her company. To your surprise, she felt the same. After that, you two were inseparable. 

Larissa had a contented smile on her face as she turned the page of the book she was lost in. One hand came down to draw lazy circles on your lower leg. You sighed in contentment. No one really got to see this side of her, the caring soft side, so you felt extremely lucky to be at the receiving end of it. You reveled in moments like these, as they did not happen often. Once the school year started, you were both swamped with paperwork and meetings. 

You went back to the book you were reading, picking up where you left off. You had probably read the same sentence at least five times, unable to fully focus. Your mind was distracted by the soft stroke of Larissas fingers against your bare skin. The shivers that ran up your leg caused goosebumps to form all over your body. The effect this woman had on you was intense, but not nearly as intense as the love you had for her. The slight smirk on her face made you realize that she was purposely distracting you, a distraction you gladly welcomed. 

Just as you were finally comprehending what you were reading, you both heard shuffling outside the office door. Larissa sat her book down, raising her head up with an inquisitive look on her face. She turned to you and you shrugged your shoulders, unsure of who could be outside her office at this hour. The door came flying open and in walked Enid and Wednesday. “Miss Weems!” They both said in unison. “We need your help deciphering what these symbols mean in this book.” Enid held the book up as she walked closer to you both. “Hello y/n.” Wednesday said without blinking. You smiled in response.

“Miss Addams, Miss Sinclair. You both know that there is such a thing as knocking, correct?” Larissa asked rhetorically, pulling your legs up off her lap as she stood up. You whined at the absence of her contact. “Yes, but Miss Weems, this is important.” Enid said with puppy dog eyes. “We need to figure this out right now.” Wednesday deadpanned. “I’m sure whatever it is can wait for an appropriate hour.” Larissa quipped, towering over the two girls as she ushered them to the door. You stayed seated, pulling your legs up under yourself. You had a feeling this was going to be entertaining.

“Y/n, please tell her this is important!” Enid almost sounded desperate. “Enid-” you tried responding, but Larissa cut you off. “Miss Addams. Miss Sinclair. I understand the importance of trying to figure this out, but this is the first evening I have had off in over two weeks.” She sounded rather annoyed and you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. You always found her adorable when she was annoyed, but you would never tell her that. “If you could just tell us what this me-” Wednesday attempted to talk, but once again Larissa cut in. “That’s enough Miss Addams.” She said sternly. “You and Miss Sinclair need to, and I mean this in the most loving way, GET OUT.” 

If you could have taken a picture of Enid and Wednesday at that moment, you would have. Their eyes went wide and their mouths dropped at those last two words. You had to hide your face to keep from laughing. Larissa gestured her hand to the door, trying to get the girls to leave. The look on her face was priceless. “If you two would like to come back in the morning, I will gladly help you decipher the symbols, but at this moment, my charity has its limits.” She was so stern.

Enid and Wednesday both continued whining to no avail. Finally, they gave up and walked to the door, looking back at you. You lost it at that moment and let out the built up laugh you had tried hiding. Larissa snapped her head in your direction giving you a threatening look which only caused you to laugh harder. She shut the door behind the two girls and turned, making her way back over to where you were sitting.

You were cracking up hard and couldn’t contain your laughter. The look on Larissas face would have intimidated you if it weren't for the fact that it was so damn adorable. She plopped down beside you, nudging your shoulder as she did. “You think that's funny, do you?” she questioned with a small smile creeping up on her face. “Actually, I do. Watching those two trying to get you to crack is not only adorable but funny as hell.” You said, between giggles. Larissa reached over and pulled you closer, planting small kisses all along your face while tickling your sides. You squealed trying to escape her grasp. “Here, let me give you something to laugh about.” Larissa said as she let out the cutest giggle.

In that moment, you knew this was the woman you were going to spend the rest of your life with and in that exact moment, Larissa knew you were the woman she was going to spend the rest of her life with.

[blueparadis]

oliver aiku 💚 for your valentine event!!

Aria. Luv you and him both. Don't make me choose lol.

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The professor isn't late. You and the horde of students are early. It is the first day of last semester. It is livelier than you had imagined but that shattered soon enough when you noticed there was only one seat left in the class.

Ofcourse it had to be him. Damn it. Oliver Aiku.

After a minute or so when the class has already started Oliver spoke. His voice was so low that he had to lean in close and whispered, “Have a hard time making new friends?”

This is definitely not flirting.

“i’ve a plenty of friends.”

“Really? How many?”

Four but you could count them as tons. “so-oh many.”

Oliver gave you a raised eyebrow as if he found it hard to believe you.“We should go out sometime. I’d like to meet them.” 

Little did he know he already had.A week ago at a party when he tried to take you home, hitting on you so shamelessly yet you had a hard time resisting his charms.

“I don’t know. Our club’s pretty exclusive.” Exclusive to hanging out at home, eating pizza, and watching old reruns of reality TV. 

“Okay. Then just you and I.” quick and short.

Did he just ask you out?

Your heart was about to pound out of your chest. The guy was hot. Like, roll off a magazine cover hot, and his confidence just made him all the more enticing.

You twisted in your chair, already feeling warmth grow in your lower stomach as memories of dancing with him at the club flooded your brain, stealing all rational thought, and barely managed to respond. You bowed down your head,chin almost touching your collar bones to hide your smile.

It was settled. His first date. Well, he had gone to plenty of dates but this time was the first when he was the one making the advances.

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[4hxnnx1]

Just a good time after work

pairing: Bangchan x female reader

warnings: smut, unprotected sex,

word count: idk

Chan sits on the couch in your shared apartment, watching a movie. He’s really drained from the work today. You watch him for a second, then moving to him.

“Hey baby.” You say.

Before you can sit down, Chan takes your waist with his muscular arms and pulls you down onto his lap.

Before one of you can say anything, you both start kissing each other. The kiss going deeper and more passionate each time.

You wrapping your arms around his neck, stroking his back hair with one hand while you feel how Chan is pulling you closer to him.

He takes your waist and places it on his dick.

You feel how hard he is.

He moves your hips back and forth while you take your shirt off.

He takes his hands away from your hips to also take his shirt off. After that he moves to your bra and opens it.

You let it fall down. Moving your hands straight to his chest.

You stand up to take of your jeans, then sitting again on his lap.

Your hands moving down to his zipper, slowly opening it.

He pulls his hips up a little so you can take his trousers and his boxer off.

His dick jumps out, leaning against Chans stomach.

He moves your slip aside, takes your waist again and pulls you back on his lap.

He finds your clit with his finger and softly plays with it. “You already so wet for more my love.” He smirks.

He takes his dick, slowly pulling it into you.

You feel how he fills you up and it drives you crazy.

He takes your waist again and pulls you up and down on his dick.

He feels your warm walls and slowly starts to breath heavier.

You moving your hands from his neck to his chest and back again. You try to kiss him several times but your moans always breaks it.

After quite some minutes, you feel how near your high comes. “Babe, I’m going to-“ “you moan again “I’m going to come.”

He tries to keep his speed until you reach your high, screaming his name.

He moves your hips back and forth for a little longer until he also reaches his high. He moans loudly and pulls his head back.

Some sweat pearls are running down your head.

You get up, sitting next to him.

After he relaxed from his high, he goes to the bathroom.

“Where you going?” You ask.

“Just get some towels for us.”

After some seconds, he comes back and cleans you.

He takes you up in his arms, heading to the bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and takes a boxer for him and also a shirt for you.

You both put these on.

He crawls on the bed, reaching for the blanket and cover you both with it.

“Everything’s fine?” He looks at you with his cute dimple smile.

“Could’ve never been better.” You snuggle into his chest, ignoring the heat.

All you want is to cuddle now and get some rest.

“I love you.” You say against his chest, smiling.

“I love you more my love.” He kisses your head and wraps his arms around you.

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

sorry it’s so long! love your works!

Aaron Hotchner X Young Daughter reader

Request: can i request a hotch x two-years-old-daughter!reader? i could totally see her begging her dad to let her wear her pink, poofy princess dress when hotch has to take her to work with him. but while hotch is busy, she manages to wander off. she then meets spencer (i imagine this takes place when spencer’s just starting with the bau) & immediately clings to him lol. she’s just very giggly, bubbly, cuddly, & LOVES to play with his hair. & poor spencer is just so confused but is endeared by her nevertheless. & then hotch finally finds her & is relieved. <3

I do love young Hotch daughter who is completely opposite to her dad. Around season 1, Hailey is alive and just had Jack.

Third person pov...

Hailey smiles as her Husband runs around after their hyperactive 2 year old, little Y/N Hotchner was a ball of sunshine and energy.

The 2 year old was excited she had a baby brother and loved to play with him, though she loved playing with her Daddy even more.

Currently the little ball of energy was running around the house away from her Dad who was attempting to put her in her clothes, she was going to work with him for the day.

The little girl was only half dressed as she ran before the man could put her trousers on, giggling she shouts "no daddy!" As the man almost grabs her, a smile on his face.

Still chasing the girl, surprised at how quick she was for a tot, though he wasn't running more like in slow motion, wanting the chase to last a little longer, it wasn't every day he got to do this with his daughter (besides he had time before work started)

From the living room, Hailey watches her Husband and daughter with a smile on her face as she held her sleeping baby, Jack was sound asleep as if nothing was happening.

As they make another loop around the house Aaron stops and hops into the doorway of the living room, back pressed against the wall, Hailey watches her husband as he made a shush motion.

"Daddy?" Calls Y/N as the tot ran past the room, a confused look on her face and she looked for her dad. Poking her head around the door she looked at her Mum. "Where daddy?" She asks a pout on her lips.

Hailey fails to hide her smile as her daughter was grabbed and thrown upside down, giggling madly Y/N yelled to be let down. "Daddy! Let go" giggling even more when her tummy was tickled.

"Never, now its time for naughty girls to be dressed" he tells his daughter smiling wickedly as he continues to tickle his daughter, the H/C girl only wiggled in his grasp.

"No no daddy, wanna wear princess dress" yells the tot, Aaron stops his attack and looks at his wife. Hailey only shrugs her shoudlers.

Ever since her birthday Y/N loved one gift in particular, it was a beautiful poofy princess dress her parents got specially made for her.

She loved wearing it every time they went out and was always careful to keep it clean. Hotch sighs of course she would want to wear it to his work.

Looking down at the sad puppy look hisbwas getting he gave in. Hanging his head he stood up Y/N in his arms.

"Okay, Princess dress it is" he declared, dramatically, while bouncing the little girl in his arms before walking upstairs with a happy Y/N "yayy" cheers the young girl.

Finally ready to go Hotch grabbed his brief case, his lunch and Y/N lunch. As he headed for the door he called for Y/N the little girl eagerly bouncing over to him as he helped her put on her light up shoes.

"Ready princess" he asks her, Y/N gives him a huge gumming smile. "Yes Sir Daddy!" She saluted him before hugging her Mum and baby brother before leaving. "Good luck" Hailey whispers as she kisses Aaron.

When they arrived at the FBI headquarters Hotch pulls his daughter aside. "Now N/N, I know your excited, but I need you to stay close to me today okay? The office is busy and I don't want you to get lost" he explains to the girl.

Y/N smiles and hugs his neck giggling. "Yes Daddy! I be good" she smiles, Hotch pats her head a smile on his lips. "Thank you N/N" the two Hotchners then walk into the busy building.

And what a pair they made, Hotch in his usual suit and red tie combo, his stoic expresson on his face. Y/N in her pink poffy dress with light up shoes waving and smiling at all the agents she sees.

Once they get to the bullpen, Y/N is introduced to the team who are all excited to meet the young girl. Soon Hotch is busy in his office mountains of paperwork to go through.

On the floor lays Y/N, the young girl had grown bored it staying in the office. She had drawn lots of pictures, played with her toys. Now she wanted to explore.

Getting up from the floor she walks over to the door and opens it quietly, giggling silently she squeezes through the gap and is now free from the room.

Giggling she runs around the bullpen looking at all the desk and the members of her daddy's team, one person stand out to her, that's person being Spencer Reid who had jsut recently joined the BAU.

Walking up to thr agent she grabs onto his pant leg and shakes his gaining the surprised Dr's attention, looking doen and the girl dressed in pink spencer gives her an awkward smile.

"Hi..?" He says Y/N grins up at him. "Hi! I'm Y/N" she tells him proudly. Spencer is taken aback how smiley Hotches daughter is.

"I'm Spencer, nice to meet you Y/N" he says, before Y/N holds her arms up to him, Spencer was confused before realising she wanted to be picked up.

Nervously looking over to his bosses office he picks the girl up and sets her down on his lap, Y/Ns smiles brightens as she was held by the young man.

The brown haired man was surprised again when the ball on energy on his lap twisted around so she could koala hug him, pressing tightly to him Spencer hugged her back.

" your nice" came a muffled voice pressed to his chest, Spencer let out a surprised laugh at that making Y/N erupted into giggles all over again.

After hugging spencer the H/C tot began moving around as he tried to work, afgwr wriggling a bit she finally settled behind him, half sitting on top of his chair and half holding onto his back.

Y/N happily played with the agents hair as Spencer worked, he was slowly getting used to the girl spending time with him.

As this happened a very worried Dad was panicking in his office trying to find his daughter, after going through everything in his office Hotch threw open his door and stepped down the ramp into the bullpen.

Morgan stood from his desk as he saw the worried expression on the man's face. "Woah woah, what's happened Hotch?" He asks the worried man.

Shoulders shaking Aaron explained he couldn't find his daughter anywhere, instead of helping Derek just laughed and pointed.

Following his arm Hotch breathed a sigh off relief as he saw where Y/N had got to, smiling he watched his daughter laugh and play with the young doctors hair.

He was glad she was okay and made a new friend. Quickly taking a few pictures he sends them to Haily who messaged back just a quick. "Some one made a new friend" chuckling he responded. "I think they both made a new friend"

Putting his phone away he went back to his office, happy to leave his daughter in his agents capable hands.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait! Sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word Count : 1375

[yuly]

↬ To Be Loved and To Be in Love ↫

Aaron Hotchner x chef female reader

Summary: You drop by the BAU to bring the team a homemade lunch while Beth returns from Beijing to visit Hotch

Warnings: none, angst and fluff, Beth and Hailey are mentioned.

WC: 2K

Pic credit: Pinterest

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Five months ago, your dear neighbour David Rossi asked for a favour, he was having his friends over and wanted your help to cook for them. Dave is not known for sharing his kitchen, but this is something you and him did regularly. Living next door to a pro chef with a successful catering business was a win for Dave. You obliged, with more than a few ideas in mind to try out. 

He invites you to stay, you decline, not wanting to intrude and be the odd one out. But Rossi is a man with a plan, he invites them earlier than previously stated, effectively forcing you to meet the team he speaks so fondly of.

You’re a person who often needs at least a couple of interactions to accurately recall a face. This evening was no different. You fell into easy conversation with the team, they were interested to get to know you, listening eagerly about your work as a chef, a welcomed distraction from their own line of work. You indulge them graciously, careful not to press them about the details of their own work in return. 

One person in the group does not contribute much. Dave enthusiastically introduces him to you as, “Aaron, the boss man,” he was quiet, face mostly unreadable but outrageously handsome. The few times he does speak, you nearly melt at his soft yet dominating voice. He is a man of few words, that much is clear. He smirks a handful of times throughout the evening. You were dying to get a better look at his beautiful face, but too intimidated to ogle at the older man. At the end of the night when everyone said their goodbyes, he came up to you on the balcony, thanking you for the delicious meal. His tone while speaking to you was different, good different. It was softer, more gentle, he was warm and kind, the epitome of a gentleman. He had called you beautiful before he knew what he was doing and began to fluster, tripping over his words as a soft blush graced his cheeks. That did you in, seeing the ‘boss man’ get all blushy and shy, and for you no less. You exchanged numbers that night and went home with a clear image of his face imprinted on your mind.  

The two of you have been inseparable since. He loves everything last thing about you. Your aura, the way you speak, the way you carry yourself, the way your eyes twinkle when you’re trying to concentrate, the small adjustments you’ve made in the kitchen to allow for Jack, your self appointed sous chef, to maneuver safely. 

And you love everything last thing about him. His beautiful face, his kind gestures, his ability to know exactly what to say to comfort you, his pure heart, his eagerness to learn everything about you, the love he has for his son. 

You learned that his two love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. He craves your touch, always reaching out to hold onto you in any way he can. It brings him a sense of comfort he can’t quite find elsewhere. And your words mean more to him than you’ll ever know. The words of encouragement you offer him every morning, whenever you stop to tell him how proud of him you are, when you make it a point to verbalize your appreciation for the things he does for you. It’s hard to miss the effect this has on him. It blankets him with a sense of warmth and belonging, making his heart skip a beat. It makes him smile, a real smile and not a sly grin. Your words make him feel loved, wanted, heard, and appreciated. Your love slowly brings the colour back to Aaron’s life. 

Acts of service are your love language. You often take some time out of your day to bring the team something to eat. You can't help yourself, you’ve grown fond of them. Truth be told, you're putty in their hands. It was a surprise each time, southern style banana pudding that Spencer literally went bananas over, mango salsa chicken tacos with homemade fries that made Garcia shed a tear, afghan rice and beef kebabs skewered to perfection that had even Strauss drooling. They were blown away every time. Derek and Emily were quick to accuse Dave of purposely hiding you from them all this time. Hotch laughed at that.

Today, you made beef gyros with homemade tzatziki that you were very proud of. You even brought a complementary raspberry lemonade. Feeling content, you walk into the BAU excited for their reviews. 

“Our saving grace, and she comes bearing gifts!” Garcia squeaks excitedly, rushing to help you with the containers. Spencer launches into a speech about the value and history of food sharing in various cultures around the globe, eliciting a loud groan from Derek.

You shake your head at them and laugh, turning to ask Emily where Aaron was when you notice her smile start to fade. You follow her gaze to a brunette that hops out of the elevator. 

“Hello! How is everybody doing?” she chirps, quickly joining the rest of you. The team looks surprised to see her, muttering pleasantries and stealing awkward glances at one another. You feel lost, something is up and you are the odd one out.

She could be Emily’s girl, but she’s barely acknowledging her, and besides, I swear Em likes blondes….

“I don't think we’ve met! Hi, I’m Beth!” she gushes, extending her hand. You politely introduce yourself, “Very nice to meet you agent Y/N!” you don't have time to correct her as her next words strike something in you.

“How's Aaron? I came to say hi, God it's been so long, is he in his office?” her bubbly tone and never fading smile were starting to get on your nerves by now.

Woah hold on, Aaron? Who is this and how is she on a first name basis with him? And why have I not heard of her?

You stand still, lost in thought as someone responds and she all but skips over to his office. 

“Hey, are you ok?” JJ sits you down, Emily close behind. The two of them fill you in on this Beth character. She’s his ex, they had broken up about a year ago when she took a job in Beijing. 

That hurt, you tried not to let it, but it hurt. His ex who you never knew about. His ex who he only broke up with out of necessity. The one that got away… 

“Listen, honestly Y/N, I wouldn't worry about it too much, she was his first anything after Hailey and he loves you. I mean, the man worships the ground you walk on, you have nothing to worry about,” Emily sounds sure of herself, you don’t share that sentiment. JJ hands you a water bottle that you graciously accept as you excuse yourself, gyros and lemonade long forgotten. 

You ignore Aaron’s calls for the rest of the day, burying yourself in your work and falling down a rabbit hole of self doubt. You are not all the way present as your assistant goes over the details for an upcoming catering event in New York. Your thoughts are all consuming. If Beth didn’t have to move away, he would’ve never broken up with her, that much was clear. They broke up out of necessity, and you suspected that Aaron had encouraged her to go forth and pursue her dreams. He did it out of love, so surely he still has some feelings for her. You convince yourself that you’ve been nothing but a placeholder all this time. That hurt like hell. You’ve never been one to compete with another woman for a man to pick you, so you would make it easy for him. 

A few hours later, Aaron shows up to your workplace, clearly flustered. He looks out of place in his ultra-formal black suit and tie, a stark contrast to the soft pastel coloured walls and the lilac flowers that welcome him at the front desk. A frown is etched onto his face as he searches for you, “Y/N, hi, I’ve been trying to reach you all day angel, are you ok?” you look up at him with a blank expression, the endearing pet name does nothing for you at that moment. 

You excuse yourself, allowing him to follow you into a small room for privacy, the two of you sit across from each other. A small coffee table sits between you.

“I know you came by the office today,” he begins softly, “I heard that you ran into Beth, I’ll explain everything sweetheart, but please know that I love you, you mean everything to me Y/N.” You let him hold your hand but stay silent.

“Please say something, please talk to me Y/N,” he pleads, eagerly trying to reach your eyes. “You go first” you croak, your voice giving you away. He sighs, his heart feels heavy, he’s afraid what this conversation might lead to, what it could mean for your relationship.

“Beth and I dated for a little over a year, she was my first relationship after being married. I was alone for a long time, even in my marriage. I didn’t expect to meet a woman, to take her out on dates, all of it was foreign to me, the last time I had done anything remotely similar, Jack wasn’t born,” he pauses, taking in a deep breath. Your eyes finally meet his and you see each other’s pain, you will yourself to hold it in, to hear him out.

“Our relationship was unexpected but nice. I didn’t know what I was doing half the time, but I decided to give happiness a chance, for my own sake and for Jack. After a while, it felt easy, and comfortable.” 

In that moment, you desperately want to reach out and hold him. Despite everything, you're proud of him for choosing happiness. 

“When she got the job in Beijing, I was sad to see her go but ending it was not a difficult decision. I was not willing to uproot my life and my son for her dreams. I just wasn’t ready to compromise on that level for what we had. And she understood, she wasn’t willing to compromise her dreams for what we had either. And that was ok.” 

He gives you a wobbly smile, soft brown eyes trained on yours as he continues, his hands never leaving yours.  

“Sometimes people come into your life only for a season and that's ok. She came in today asking if we could rekindle things, I said no because I’ve found my forever person,” he looks up at you with teary eyes now, clinging onto your hands, silently begging you to accept him, to stay.

You let out the breath you've been holding in since he walked in, shoulders finally relaxing. Out of everything he had to say, the most important thing to you was that he did not try to discredit her or their relationship in an effort to defend himself. Instead, he was honest with you and allowed himself to be vulnerable in the moment. It makes a world of a difference to you. You respect him for it.

You pull him into a deep embrace, it's your response to him pouring his heart out. It's a warm, tight hug, one that screams relief. 

You pull away to stare up at him, “I’ve found my forever person too.” You sit there for a while, foreheads touching, arms around each other. It feels nice. He apologizes for not telling you about her, but you’re past that. You know him, it always works best when you allow him to share at his own pace. You understand him, you accept him, and he loves you for it.

Being with Aaron has shown you the beauty of being in love, and how equally beautiful it is to be loved. 

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

I really hope you enjoyed!! Your support & feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Sweet Child o Mine: And if I stare too long, I’d probably break down and cry…

For those who have been sticking with Sweet Child, here's a bit of thanks and a reminder that the first chapter takes place in the future! There's going to be a payoff ... and I commissioned @smallpapers to illustrate the first chapter to give you all some feels! They knocked it out of the park. <3

Thank you again for reading and commenting and all that junk! Longer writing notes to come later and then, tomorrow, a nice Steve and Hunter bonding chapter (with some more intrigue peppered throughout) to drop tomorrow!

I'm not going to say for sure how close to the end I am, but I am thinking 65 % at this point.

THANKS FOR READING!

[winterfleursblog]

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: The Shibuya Incident has just ended, and it has taken a toll on civilians and sorcerers alike. FemSorcerer!Reader is Nanami's fighting partner and lover. They are both fatally injured, but FemSorcerer!Reader was hit with a fatal blow to her eye to save both of them in a last effort to win against Mahito. Nanami, on the other hand, has deep scars prominent on the left side of his body that'll take time to heal.

☆ Warnings: Mentions of violence. The plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the shibuya incident.

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The Shibuya incident; a tragic night on the 31st day of October that made an impact on the lives of civilians and sorcerers alike. Lives were lost, injuries were inflicted, but the result was a hard-earned victory. 

It was a cold winter morning at Tokyo Hospital. Christmas was about to come in a few weeks, yet everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of the tragedy.

It has been three days since you regained consciousness in the comfort of your hospital room, with bandages wrapped around your body, most specifically, your eyes. The first time you woke up, your lover Nanami was overjoyed even though he himself is still recovering from deep scars. Ever since then, he visited your room everyday to keep you company.

This day, the doctor had given you permission to take the bandages off your eyes after the surgery. Although you wanted to finally escape from the pitch black view you’ve only been able to see for the past few days, anxiety and doubt filled your heart as to how everyone will react to your new appearance. As a result, you requested them to only handle the outer layers of bandaging and leave the inner layer to you, if it’s possible. The medical staff agreed and complied with your request.

The nurses left the room and had a conversation with someone outside. Turns out, it was Nanami, whose voice you’ve recognized the moment he entered the room, bringing food as usual.

“Good Morning, Darling. I heard about the good news from the doctors. I asked them about your condition, and they told me that your eyes were healed already. I also asked them if the bandages may be unwrapped already, but they told me to ask you directly.”

You heard the sound of the stool being pulled from the side, as he sat on it to keep you company.  

“I brought you breakfast, but I figured that it'd be more enjoyable to eat it while watching the snowflakes fall.”

You felt his cold hands carefully make their way to hold your right hand and used the other to support your back. When you were sitting in a stable position, Nanami cupped your cheeks and brushed off your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

“Darling, shall we remove your bandages now?”

His voice was gentle, especially his touch. It seemed as if we were dealing with a troubled child–ignoring the fact that he was talking to a woman the same age as him.

“Please don’t.”

The sudden response caught him off guard, causing him to give you a confused hum.

“Hm? Is there something wrong, dear?"

There was definitely something wrong–the purple eyes that your lover complimented the most were now damaged. Those eyes that once shined bright can only gleam from the right side and never on the left. Before, they looked like two gemstones, and now one has lost its light.

“Nanami … can you close your eyes while I unwrap my bandages..? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

“...And please prepare a mirror.”

You intended to cover your left eye first before seeing Nanami. After all, you asked a nurse on duty with you a few nights ago about what had happened to your eyes. She said that one eye was just injured by some debris and could be healed by medication. However, one eye was beyond repair, and the only solution was to get surgery done and to transplant a new one. 

It was impossible to find purple eyes like yours; after all, your family lineage was a secluded one, and all of your family members were in healthy conditions. The last thing you’d want to happen is for them to give up their eye to transplant it to yours. 

Just a few words in, and your lover understood what you were feeling. It pained him to see you like this, but just as always, he knew how to comfort the woman he so loved.

“Alright darling, I’ll do as you say so. But please, make it quick, I want to see my muse immediately.”

You started taking off the bandages wrapped around your eye, and you finally saw a faint light after weeks of only seeing darkness. When your eyes were completely revealed, everything was blurry. You felt your way through the blurry surroundings to get the mirror you asked for in Nanami’s hands. As soon as you looked at the mirror, you barely saw anything, but it was clear that the right iris was purple and the left iris was black. “It looks weird,” you thought to yourself, not realizing you said that out loud.

“What is weird, darling?”

You were shocked to hear Nanami’s response, so you immediately checked his face up close whether he really was closing his eyes. He indeed kept his promise as his eyes were closed.

You were insecure about how you looked right now–face full of healing scars, swollen left eye just from a surgery, and bandages still covering a third of your face.

“Nanami, I’m sorry but can you leave the room? I’ll hide under my blanket and you can go right after.”

Just after having said the last word, Nanami pulled you into a hug and rested his head on the right side of your neck.

“Darling, I know you’re not feeling well right now, but at least allow me to care for you. If you want, I can keep my eyes closed the whole time. But please, let me stay with you.”

As someone raised to be tough, you had to keep a flawless facade that never faltered. You believed that you should be perfect–in physical strength, appearance, and emotion. Everyone expected for a grade 1 sorcerer like you to remain composed, even through the harshest of times. However, things were different with Nanami. He didn’t bother seeing you vulnerable–heck, he’d even comfort you out of it. As a result, hearing those words made your heart swell with tears, and you finally melted into his embrace. 

“It’s alright darling, you can cry on me until you’re feeling good. What is it bothering you? Does your surgery hurt?”

Still crying, you responded to him with a hoarse voice.

“I-it’s just that my eyes aren’t as they used to be–sniffles–M-my left eye is now–”

Hearing you struggling to catch your breath because of crying, he gently patted your back to signal his interruption.

“Shhh darling, I know about it. I’ve heard about it already a few days ago. It’s okay to feel sad about it, but please remember you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes–no matter how you look…”

You two remained in that position for quite a bit, until finally, you felt comfortable enough to sit straight and face your lover. When you pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but realize how he was also bandaged all over his body–significantly more than yours. He was also covered in deeper scars, yet you still thought he was handsome. Suddenly, you thought to yourself, “If I still think he is handsome with these scars, would he still think I’m pretty too?”

Your train of thoughts are disturbed when Nanami asks a question. 

“So, can I see my muse now? Is it okay for me to open my eyes?” 

You were hesitant to reply at first, but with his affectionate words and his smile, you just couldn't resist him. Finally, you agreed with a soft whisper and said “yes.” 

As soon as he opened his eyes, his smile grew wider and he held your hand gently. He used the other to cup your cheeks, before affirming you with his words.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again. What’s your name, miss? Can I court you?"

You giggled as his smooth-talk went on. He was acting as if you two hadn’t been together for four years and engaged. It didn’t take long until you found yourself swaying with your fiance to the jazz music played in your hospital room, while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”

“Should I call you darling or sweetheart?”

“Should I ask for your hand in marriage again?”

For the past four years that you’ve been together, he never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Even at this moment, you’re blushing so hard at everything he says, to the point that anyone would say you look like a smiling tomato. 

Time has flown by quickly and after all the dancing and cuddling, it is now 9 pm in the evening. 

“Nanami, you should get some rest now. You also need to recover, you know.”

“Alright, darling. As long as you wish me a Good Night with sweet dreams first. Also a kiss. Would that be possible?” 

This man has many sides to his personality, but this one was the one you liked the most–him just being clingy and cute.

“That goes without saying.”

You give Nanami a kiss and wish him goodnight, as he walks to his room next to yours, about to drift off.

The winter night was cold, but your heart was warm after spending the day in Nanami’s presence.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ The end ~

Notes: This is my first fanfic ever written, and English isn't my first language. Author-san (me) wrote this to cope with the pain of chapter 120 ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Please lmk if you're interested in a prequel and sequel ! I already have those in mind.