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linkonlceleste · 7 months

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Can you write LDS boys x reader,reader is normally quite and introverted but she tends to talk a lot with when she's with them bc she's comfortable and how'd they react

When reader/MC is an introvert

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for the request!!. I hope you'll like it <3 . Tbh, I did not know how to write it properly and I'm sorry if it's not what you expected :(

Disclaimer:apologies for grammar mistakes and if my writing is not upto how the characters react/behave

Zayne

It was a calm evening.You were on the way to a cafe with a bunch of friends from neighbourhood.They dragged you along with them (you have just now went there alone and returned home,ofc you didn't tell them about that).As you passed by the library near cafe,you saw Zayne standing outside it.You immediately excused yourself telling them you had an important meeting and approached zayne in relief.Zayne watched everything you did from a distance and as you tagged along with him into the library,he inquired "You seemed like you were going to enjoy with them.Why did you leave them?". You shrugged wondering what to say as you picked a book from the shelf."I'm sorry for using you as an excuse...Well,I can obviously go with them anytime,but now I wish to have my own 'me' time",MC said smiling."You don't have to apologise but... you don't mind me being there during your 'me time?'",he asked out of curious.She nodded and replied that it was totally fine and his heart was filled with a feeling he couldn't describe.While they were reading,she kept whispering to him about one of her favourite books she read and loved.And at one point the whisper was too loud for others that they both were almost kicked out of the library.

Xavier

The duty for that day was over and as you stroll in the nearby park ,you find Xavier there.He looked exhausted as much as you did,but a wave of joy washed over you after seeing him.He did have the same expression after seeing you .You and Xavier walk side by side as they talk about their day's happenings and other random things.At one point, Xavier stopped talking and kept looking and listening to you.You notice it a little later and asked,"Wait,why am I the only one talking.Are you bored?".Xavier shook his head "No no, I'm just admiring you",he blurted it out without thinking twice.(admire how you talk nonstop only to him). "What?" "What?"

Rafayel

Rafayel was caught up in one of the most annoying parties (according to him atleast) and didn't know how to escape from there.It is not that easy to escape since his aunt asked him to be there for sure.He lazily scrutinized the room once again with his whiskey and he spotted a familiar face.He stepped towards a crowd and stood a bit away from them,enough to look at all of them. And he was right,it was indeed you among that crowd.He didn't know you loved parties,you never mentioned it.As he watched you,he noticed how the way you talked were limited compared to how you chat with him all the time.Suddenly he locked eyes with you and he quickly turned away.Then,he looked secretly back at that crowd but didn't find you there.Before he could look for you,you stood right behind him and tapped his shoulder.He turned to look at you and you got the glass of whiskey from him and drank it."I thought you loved parties a second ago,I guess you also hate parties like me",he said.You finish the last sip of whiskey and respond,"Mmh,Hate is a strong word.But you could say I'm not that good with people." "Oh,but what about me? I agree that you ran away from me initially when I talked,but how come you don't run away these days?",he asked."Maybe because you are a fish?",MC said grinning.Before he could argue and whine,he saw your outstretched hand."I know you're here in this party out of your will.Shall we go somewhere else?",you ask tilting her head.Rafayel chuckled and took your hand kissing the back of your palm saying,"You mean,run away together? Sure my lady",he overexaggerated and you shook your head smiling along with him ."Let's go,your majesty".

A/N: I won't take any other requests at the moment,sorry but maybe in the future not for sure .Thank you so much for reading and the support,take care :) ❤️

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace drabble #love and deepspace fanfiction

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booppooo · 1 year

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omg could do smut headcannons for abby with a reader who gets super flustered really easily and is almosttt a stone bottom?

also i love your writing<3

Shy

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader Headcannons

AN: thank you anon!! I hope you like it :) also I've never heard the term stone bottom but I think I have a good idea of what it is? Hope this is ok!

Warnings: dom & sub dynamic, oral (reader receiving), private relationship

God, when Abby wants to be, she can be a huge flirt

But as we've seen when she's 'flirting' she's sorta...mean?

Like when her and Owen first discover the aquarium she calls Owen a dick - girl boss.

Anyway, she does it with a smirk and the tone of voice is so playful that you can't mistake it for something else

One day you were wiping down tables in the mess hall and you caught Abby sauntering over to you and immediately you felt your skin tingling

"Mornin', you missed a spot-" she pointed to a spot on the table close to her belt and you knew your eyes were wide like a stunned animal.

"Oh, thanks," you gulped and wiped the cloth on the section, avoiding eye contact purposefully - you could feel her's burning holes into the back of your head

"No good morning back? Hm?" Right about now you would want to groan and try to work your way away from her, but she followed you like a child desperate for attention.

"Good morning Abby."

Her smirk grew, "At least mean it."

You stopped cleaning and placed your palms on the table, looking up at her with a flustered frown. As much as you wanted to match her sarcastic bite, the words always got clogged in your throat and would leave your brain spiraling.

"Alright..." she admitted defeat, "But before I leave you alone, will you be in the library later?" She took it upon herself to pick some lint from your shoulder, taking the opportunity to step closer to you.

You knew what this was 'code' for.

Abby knew her power - physically and mentally - that she had over you. You admired her in every aspect and would fold for her in a moments notice. As much as she got under your skin and teased you in public...in private it was much different.

In short, she wanted to have her way with you this evening, because today would be a long day for her and anytime spent with you was a good stress reliever.

"I might be tired later." You we're lying, it wasn't like making food and cleaning the mess hall was incredibly labor intensive compared to the few sweeps you had been on.

You bashfully enjoyed the hardness forming in her eyes, the chewing of her cheek as she decided if you were finally returning the sarcasm she dished so easily.

"Don't be like that. I'll see you later."

And of course she did. Even if you meant no now, you didn't mean no later. Knowing Abby returned from patrol was music to your ears because it meant she survived another day, miraculously.

Later that night, she did find you in the library, cluelessly scanning through books because you were convinced you had already read them all. With one glance she confirmed your lonesomeness and decided to lock the doors for the night.

She joined you near a shelf and immediately tugged you against her with your eyes still on the spines of novels, arms looping around your waist like a thick belt.

"Hey there," she hummed, diving in with soft, wet kisses along your neck.

You hummed in response, already to warm to speak because if you did you would stutter.

Abby guided you over to some of the ottoman cushions and laid you back for her to crawl over you. Quickly, your heart began to race.

"What do you want babe?" Her lips found your neck again, knee finally slotting between your own until it reached your pelvis and made you grasp her massive shoulders.

"Whatever-" you croaked out, already out of breath and growing hotter by the second.

Her pretty teeth nipped at your skin as she traveled lower on your body, removing what obscured her goal.

"Hope my tongue can get you to stop squirming then." Again, her words were borderline bitter and condescending, but the delivery made your thighs squeeze.

Of course she had to mention your damp undergarments and sweetly shame you before parting you with her fiery tongue that felt like warm honey on your clit.

"Shh," she teased after you wined, "We're in a library." All you could do was sigh in response.

From there she was set to work, juggling three different tasks: swirling her tongue on your clit, keeping your legs stable, and making sure you weren't screaming like a porn star because Abby left you so shy and sensitive you couldn't help but make all these noises for her.

With all the times you had spent together, Abby had grown keen to what scratched your itch, knowing what each buck of your hips meant and even the pattens of your noisy breathing.

She knew when to knead your hips and thighs and when to take a beat - using it to lovingly dig at you:

"If only people knew how filthy you were."

"Maybe I should leave you to finish all on your own."

"Tell me how bad you wanna cum."

The last one especially would get you hot and bothered, because she knew when you were just at the edge, and in that moment she would pull away until you said something like:

"So bad Abby please-!" you would have sweat rolling down your temple, "Don't do this to me." With a whine you'd scoot closer to her face.

She rested her cheek on your thigh and reveled in your shyness crumbling due to desperation, "How could I say no to you, hm?"

And with a few more aggressive swipes of her tongue she would have your lower abdomen tightening and eyes squeezing shut.

Abby could be mean, but that's how she knew how to love.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson smut

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ofstardustanddreaming · 6 months

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never too much

oneshot summary: (the request) Throughout their first few weeks of being in a romantic relationship together, Nanami finds out that reader is still pretty shy and insecure of herself. She wants to hold his hand, hug him, kiss his cheeks, talk to him and rant about anything— his heart melts. Yet reader gets insecure, being told in the past that she was clingy and talkative, not wanting to make Nanami uncomfortable, she keeps it to herself instead of showing affection. Nanami makes the first moves of the mentioned gestures of affection, so she can feel comfortable around him, hopefully.

content warnings: heavy talk on insecurities, mention of shitty exes, and nanami being super comforting

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - oh anon, this tugged at my heartstrings. i always love fics like this, and i feel like nanami would be so sweet lol. i enjoyed writing it, i hope y'all enjoy reading it!

Two months is how long you have been dating Kento Nanami and every day has felt like a dream. He's the perfect boyfriend that you always dreamed of, feeling like you were in a fairytale. And today was no different really. Today marked the first weekend you'd be spending at his place, the first time either of you step in the direction of spending the night. He was the one to ask if you'd like too, and you of course have to jump on the chance.

You decide to plant yourself outside of his work with his favorite snack (and one you grabbed for yourself, obviously) from the bakery, knowing he was working some overtime and probably needed a little pick me up. You also figure seeing him after work could be a good surprise, you only hope he might want to see you after work. You had gotten out of work early, so it made sense to you, while you made the plan on the train, to be able to make a quick pitstop.

You look around anxiously for Nanami, hoping you hadn't missed him, or he had gotten out early as well. But you had nothing to fear as you see him walk out, his face brightening when he saw you, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Hey sweetheart, what a nice surprise seeing you here." He says to you, and his first plan of attack when seeing you was to shoulder the overnight bag you had brought with you to Jujutsu High, that contained what you needed for the weekend visit. It made your heart flutter when he so mindlessly did the most gentlemen of things. The next thing he did was with the opposite hand than that of the arm shouldering the bag, was to offer it to you as you both walk to his place. He doesn't live too far from Jujutsu High and it was a nice day outside. A perfect day for a walk, as he told you, making sure you knew that he doesn't live to far.

"Of course Ken, I hope you don't mind me stopping at your work so soon in our relationship. You also didn't have to grab my bag, but thank you for doing it. Oh! And before I forget, I got another surprise. I picked up some treats for us this weekend, some of our favorites." You tell him, cringing a little. You weren't sure if you had been talking too much, or jumping around in your statements. Previous relationships had always made some comment regarding your talking levels, always being roped in with being clingy. You glance over at Nanami, who is smiling down at you, eyes darting between your face and the route in front of you, making you relax a tiny bit.

"These treats sound lovely for this weekend. I also don't mind you stopping by at work, you always brighten my day. And in no way is it a problem for me to hold the bag for you." He says, noting your jumpiness around him still. He genuine about enjoying seeing you after work, even if the relationship was still relatively new. He could feel his heart blossom anytime he saw you, something he hasn't really felt with anyone else. He was hoping that he wasn't pushy at all with you though, concerned he would seem to forward and make you uncomfortable with any words or advances he has made.

He did notice that you weren't one to initiate any sort of first contact, not that he expected that at the initial part of the relationship, but he was a bit nervous if him grabbing your hand earlier seemed too forward. But he holds the observation inside, wanting to enjoy the weekend and not focus on something that could be nothing. Surely you'd say something if you were uncomfortable he truly hoped. (Although if he felt you were uncomfortable he'd sit you both down to talk about it.) But he figures you just didn't enjoy initiating contact first in such a new relationship, and besides, he loves initiating contact anyway.

"Any plans for the weekend?" You ask, changing the subject as the both of you come up to his house. He messes around with the lock, trying to find the right key, as he talks a lot about relaxing for the evening at least, leaving the rest of the weekend up to fate.

You're curious about his house, really soaking up the outside while he swings open the door. Two stories, plain looking outside. Knowing Nanami, he was a very minimalist person, and you were right in that guess. Inside the house, it was very minimalistic. As you walk through the entrance way and into the main area, you pause in the living area to really take it in while he takes your bag to the guest room.

He has a couple of hanging plants next to the long sliding doors. The light filtering through the blinds, his TV stand pushed up against the wall so it wasn't blinded by the sunlight. The couch placed in the nice sunlight of the window and a blanket hanging off it, and you could only imagine how warm it felt there. You're brought out of your thoughts when Nanami walks back into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps causing you to sharply turn to him.

He's out of his work clothes and into more lounge wear, and it sparks you into moving into the guest room to do the same for yourself, shedding yourself from the workday. You come back out to see him making dinner, your eyebrows raising in shock.

"We could have ordered take out, you didn't have to go to the trouble of making anything." You say, grabbing his attention.

"I do enjoy cooking, you know. This is no trouble at all, really." He says, continuing his thought. "It's simple and easy, to kick off the evening."

You smile, relief at the thought it wasn't too much trouble. You sit at the table near the kitchen, still visible to each other and close enough to hear each other talk if you wanted too. It was kept minimal though as he was hyper-focused. He soon finishes the dinner though, as he promised a quick and easy make, bringing your plate over to you, and you continue what small conversation you had. And to your appreciation, it flowed. It isn't forced and awkward. This is the first time in a long string of awful exes that you've felt truly listened too by someone, without them wanting to get something in return for it.

He asks you questions, sincerity behind the tone, really listening to your answers. He looks you in your eyes as you respond, causing your face to warm up anytime he looks at you for longer than 10 seconds. You're starting to worry you're rambling too much.

"But yeah, I think that's the new idea I came up with would work, I'm just unsure how to bring it up. I'm sure they'd choose someone else's idea first though, I don't know if mine is the best." You catch yourself rambling, your breath hitching. "Sorry, not to hog the conversation. Has Gojo done anything to bother you lately?" And your eyes shift. What if he thought you were trying to find out about another man.

"Your idea is good, but that's the second time you've done that, you know. Stopping yourself from talking, that is." He says instead, and your eyes snap up to his. His eyes are ones of concern, and you aren't sure how to respond.

"Sorry. I don't notice I do it." You finally stammer out, and Nanami looks understanding.

"Hey, it's okay. Just a small observation. Sorry to put you on the spot, truly. Gojo was relatively fine today, but then again, I wasn't around him very often." Nanami continues, noting how nervous you were about the observation. He didn't mean to say it so bluntly and take you off guard, very willing to switch the topic for your sake.

You both finish up eating, where you both playfully fought over you helping with the dishes. You eventually won when you flicked some of the water in his face. (Although he didn't miss you you tense, worried you took it a step too far.) But he gently laughs at it, pulling you in close to stand next to him at the sink to wash and dry. The hand on the waist when he pulled you in made your body ghost shiver, and you hope he doesn't feel that. You swear he lets his hand linger though, for a second longer than necessary, sure that he might have felt your shiver anyway.

You fall into a peaceful silence while you wash and you so badly want to rest your head on his chest, but you refrain. As you finish up, you both head over to the couch to relax for the rest of the night. He brings over the snacks you bought as well, intending to eat them over whatever it is you both choose to do.

"Any ideas for a movie?" He asks, deciding to take a small lead. He sees how nervous you are in suggesting something new, as if he wouldn't want to do what you suggest, and he wants to help with that. He did notice in previous situations that you tend to get bashful at suggesting anything, opting to let him have the choice in what to do. He didn't want to always make the decision, always wanting to hear your input as well. At the very least here, he could start with nudge you into voicing what ideas you have about a movie.

"Something in the romantic genre?" You question, wanting to see if that's a good idea with him, and he nods. You're excited, previous relationships not really wanting much to do with romance, thinking it was one of your "tactics" to push them into doing more romantic activities. Nanami's considerations for what you want to do always took you by surprise, in a good way. He looks fine with the decision too, scrolling through the lists on the variety of streaming services. You both settle on a movie that sounds promising that neither of you have seen before.

You both lean back into the couch, and you nervously bite at your nails. You curl your legs under you as you glance over at Nanami, craving the touch of cuddling, unsure of how to ask for it without it being awkward. He's coming back from dimming the lights and closing the blinds as he sits next to you, and thankfully you don't have to worry about asking. He grabs the blanket off the couch as he also hits play on the movie. He wraps the blanket around the both of you, as the blanket was big enough to wrap around two people, and you couldn't be more happy at the invitation.

He pulls you into his chest and you feel warm as you bury yourself into his chest. His frame makes you feel secure as he strokes your arm and side. His heartbeat was soothing as you burrow into him. Your arms strengthen their grip on him as he pulls you even closer. You turn your focus to the movie, enjoying the warmth for a majority of it.

But the movie then pulls you out of the comforting trance right around the climax though, where the fight between the love characters are at a high. It reminds you of what used to be. The guy uses the woman's exes against her, saying that maybe they were right about her personality. Maybe that he should've listened to them and should have never went out with her.

What if Nanami finds about about your insecurities or clinginess, and decides to use it against you? Is your thought, and it causes you to stiffen. It's enough to get Nanami looking down at you with his brows furrowed in curiosity. He pauses the movie and you look up at him, worry at ruining movie night.

His heart hurts when he sees the gloss of tears in your eyes. He shifts you both around, the dim lighting allowing him to still see you clearly when he sits you to face him.

"Hey, it's okay. I know we've been going slow for two months, and we haven't known each other for very long, but you can talk to me." He speaks with a soft tone in his voice, eyes shifting around your face for any sudden changes in your demeanor.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." You whisper out at first, tears falling quick. He wipes them away, the pads of his fingers cool and welcome against your warming skin, letting you take your time.

"It just made me worry about previous exes talking to you. You would've found out eventually about my personality, but maybe they would've told you sooner and you would leave me sooner." You say, looking at him with your lip trembling a little. He senses your heightened anxiety, but he can't imagine what they'd have to say to him. Anything an ex had to say about you, he'd assume was a lie until you told him otherwise. He lets you collect your thoughts before you continue.

"I suppose it's better you hear it from me anyway. I'm too clingy. I'm too talkative. That's what they all said anyway when they broke up with me. It's the reason they did. And even though you might be the best relationship I've had where I was starting to not have to worry about that, it'll be the reason you break up with me too, eventually. Even though I'm trying to control myself and not be too touchy or talkative, it'll still be too much for you. One day I'll talk too much or want one to many kisses and it'll cause you to break up with me." You tell him, trying to easy your way out of his touch, worried that would even be too much for him.

You're full on sobbing now, standing up from the couch and pacing in front of him. He stands up next to you and pulls you by the wrist to try and stop you.

"That's why you primarily want me to initiate anything, huh. Darling, look at me." He wraps his other arm around your waist, the one on your wrist coming up to gently trace your face. "Hey, it's okay. I haven't minded initiating contact at all these past couple of months. I know I may not have touched you often, I can't imagine how hard that must have been for someone who loves touch. I just didn't want to cross your boundaries, I always wondered why you seemed hesitant to reach out to me or kiss me. I even wondered why you always seemed cautious with your words, as if I wouldn't give the chance to hear your beautiful words."

He sets you both down on the couch again, your breath still hitching, still also feeling bad about stopping the movie night. It's as if Nanami can sense that too, quick to get on more with his speech.

"I need you to know that they're all wrong. I want nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around me. I don't mind you touching me, I don't mind you talking to me about any and every thought you have. It's you being a regular human. And so what if you need a little more contact than what's considered a norm? That's what's normal to you, alright? I'd let you know if I need space, but that's so rare. I want you to feel comfortable enough that you don't hesitate to kiss me because that's just what you feel you need. Much like I'd pull you in for a hug because it's what I need. If anything, you should be telling me off if I'm not providing you the support you need. From now on, don't hold your breath and deny me the chance to hear your gorgeous voice. I can't imagine how starved you've been for contact you've been denying yourself and craving, and I can't believe I haven't been giving enough of that contact, especially since I've been catching on lately. How stupid I've been to not ask you outright." He cups his hands around your face and you sigh, leaning into his touch.

Your tears are stopping, he plants many kisses alongside your nose, forehead, anywhere on your face. He kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips, deepening the third one. You really lean into that one, hands balling the fabric of his shirt up. You start to let go, and he's quick to remind you that it's okay. As long as you feel comfortable to touch him.

"You may not be okay with it right away, and we'll have our boundary talks as situations arise, but I'm willing to stand with you side by side." He says, a finger tracing the outline of your face.

"Thank you Ken. I don't even know how to begin to thank you."

"You don't have too. It's what relationships are, it's about finding that middle ground." You bite your lip and threw caution to the wind for once in the relationship. You take charge and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you could for the skinship, shaking in his embrace. He wraps his arms as tight as they could go without hurting you, burying his face in your neck. He maneuvers you both in the lying position on the couch, wrapping the blanket around you both, the movie you both had put on now long forgotten. As you both now take in the warm embrace, you're glad to have shared in the vulnerability. Even if it's a two month relationship, it was good to take a step forward in a new relationship, as you both drift to sleep.

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danikamariewrites · 1 year

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imagine dark reader who is azriels sister x lucien, she is possessive and obssesed with lucien and has plotted her way into his life. From the second she lied her eyes on him when he and feyre came to velaris she knew she had to have him no matter what. reader goes to great lenghts to make sure nothing stands between her and her precious lucien. She pushes elain towards her brother and slides in comments about how they make a great couple and that the mating bond isn’t really a big deal. She cringes while she says it bc she would kill for a mating bond with lucien, and cannot stand how elain is ignoring him. it enrages reader so much but also pleases her bc now she has him all to her self. Now lucien turns to reader for comfort and ofc reader gives him just what he needs. when they share their first night, she almost doesn’t let him leave their bed, she knows how charming he can be and the thought of someone being on the recieving end is nauseating. and anytime she hears the ic says something sbout lucien she defends him to no end, even with him there, she almost lets her mask slip, she calls mor out calmly when mor says something mean about him being there for starfall. still the next day someone broke into mors house and ruined all her dresses. no one knows who did it👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

please you would write this so good, like i’ve read through everything you’ve written. pls i’m so desperate for lucien being protected, i’d pay so much money for s fic. literally like do you take comissions??? i’d pay frrrrr

Fox Hunter

Lucien x Az’s sister!reader

A/n: As soon as I saw this I put my glasses on and opened my laptop. I love evrything about this and loved writing it. And thank you very much for reading all my stuff and liking it anon, that means a lot.

on the topic of commisions (it's been on my brain for a while), I have been thinking about setting something up to do them for a while now. So if that's something you guys are interested in let me know. I'll probably do a poll or something.

Warnings: dark!reader, manipulation, Elain slander, suggestive

When he stepped through the front door of the Town House for the first time I swear I stopped breathing. Though he was caked in dirt and tired looking, the seventh son of the Autumn High Lord had to be the most beautiful male I had ever seen.

His that tan skin glowed under the Fae lights. The scar over his eye gave him a handsome, rugged look. And that golden eye. Oh how entrancing that golden eye is.

It simply broke my heart when I found out he is mated to the middle Archeron sister. But Elain is a shell of a female now. It would be easy to dissuade her from accepting the bond.

Truthfully, I am jealous of the girl. Jealous and angry. She has one of the most beautiful males in Prythian willing to throw himself at her feet, and she will not give him a second of her time.

I watched as they sat together for the first time. How she reacted when he tugged on the bond. Elain was angry. I couldn't imagine being angry.

I placed my hand over my heart. Hoping against the Mother, the Cauldron, and the Gods that they made a mistake. That I would feel the tug in my chest for him.

I noticed the small glances she and my brother share. Azriel seemed so intent on keeping her from Lucien. Good.

If he kept Elain for himself I could keep Lucien. Another easy task. Azriel is desperate for love. They will not be hard to manipulate.

Lucien broke my heart again when he left for the Continent. I know it is necessary for the coming war, but it didn't hurt any less. I had made sure to say goodbye to him. To wish him well on his journey.

He seemed happy that someone in the court was treating him with kindness. Lucien had kissed my hand, thanking me and asked me to be safe as well. It took all of my power not to lose my composure in front of him.

After the war, after everything with Nesta, life calmed down. It has pained me to wait this long to truly set my plan into action. But good things take time.

I had made sure to spend time with Elain all these months. To gain her trust and show her friendship. "I must admit," She said to me, one afternoon in the garden. "I was afraid of you at first. You and Azriel were so simialr with your silence. Then you opened up to me and I'm so happy to have a friend like you, y/n."

I smiled at her. Although it was fake part of it felt real.

"I'm happy to have you as well, Elain. You can bring anyone out of their shell I'm sure." I smile at her from the stone bench I'm perched on. My wings spread a little to soak up the sunshine. "Well, not everyone." Elain says solemnly, looking back at her tulips.

I gently place a hand on her shoulder, "Keep trying with him Elain. I can tell Azriel is in love with you. You see the way he looks at you, yeah? There's no denying it."

Elain looks back up at me with those hopeful, doe eyes. "You think so?" "I know so." Happiness flashes across her face for a moment. Then she goes back to that somber look.

That look drives me crazy. Elain needs to stop feeling sorry for herself. It's not cute and it is driving me crazy.

"But what about Lucien...and the mating bond?" And there was what I was waiting for. "Your sisters, Rhysand, and Cassian make out to be this glorious thing. For them it may be that way. But you get to decide to do with yours.

"Do you feel connected to Lucien?" She shakes her no. "Do you feel the need to be close to him? To have him hold you?" She shakes her head again.

"Then the mating bond doesn't matter. Reject it of you must, but follow your heart, Elain. Not tradition." The fool smiled up at me again. Standing, she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. "Thank you, y/n." I hugged her back for the theatrics of it all.

I watched as she scurried off inside. Most likely to fling herself at Azriel. It did hurt a little, telling her to break the bond. If someone had said that to me I'd most likely slit their throat.

The mating bond was something I had longed for since I was a little girl.

I had never had many friends or lovers growing up. It was just me and Azriel in that dungeon for most of our lives. And if we hadn't met Rhys I would be without wings.

When we got older I watched as Azriel had females fling themselves at him. While many of the males in Windhaven showed their intrest in me, I did not return the sentiment. I knew those relationships would never go anywhere.

So, I'd stick around for the fun they'd offer for a week and move on to the next. None of those males ever excited me the way Lucien did. Never made me feel love.

A few weeks later Lucien was back in Velaris. Rhys had sent him to the human lands for emissary duties. I made sure to ask him to lunch before the rest of the Inner Circle tortured him with their questions and scared him off.

We went to a nice restaurant with a view of the Sidra. Lucien pulled my chair out for me like the gentleman he is. Before sitting I gave him a small peck on the cheek. Holding his smooth face in my rough hand.

I could've swore I saw the corners of his lips twitch and his cheeks turn red. I bit my lip, taking my seat.

As Lucien sat across from me we fell into easy conversation. Mother above, he's just so perfect. And charming. Any female would be lucky to have him. And that female would be me.

A lull settles between us and I sip on my water. Lucien clears his throat and I meet his gaze. "Elain has asked to meet with me." His tone changed to serious, leaving the playfulness I love so much behind.

"Do you know why?" I ask, my tone coming out more clipped than I meant. "I have a feeling it's about the bond. I know her and Azriel have been...together." He said that last part like he could feel it. I could sense his discomfort.

I hated that look in his eye. That look of feeling unwanted. I had seen it in my own eyes so many times as I stared at my reflection. I reach across the table to hold his hand with both of mine.

"You deserve love Lucien. If she doesn't see how hard you have been trying for her then she doesn't deserve you. I want to see you happy, fox." He gave me a loving smile at his nickname. "Thank you, little bat. You have always shown me kindness when you family hasn't. I love that about you."

Love. My heart fluttered at the word falling from his lips. It sounds so right. I want him to tell me he loves me. Tell me he'll do anything for me like I would for him.

That night, my fox came to the Town House. I had taken it over since Rhys and Feyre moved to the River House. It was empty and quiet here.

Opening the door I saw the distraught look on Lucien's face. I felt a pang in my chest. I had caused this for him. I have to stop this feeling. Have to make him better. "Lucien," I breathed out, "come in."

I drag him over to the couch and sit next to him. We're so close our thighs are touching. I drape a wing around his back for extra comfort. "What is it, fox?"

Lucien takes a deep, shuddering breath. "We broke the bond." I want to breathe out a sigh of relief, but I have to keep the facade up. "Oh Lucien, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine the pain you're going through."

He looks at me with a pained smile, taking my hand in his, desperately kissing my knuckles. "I am hurting, yes. But Elain made realize something." I held my breath. I could feel my eyes going wide. Could this be it? Could all the work I had planned to do already be done for me by that little fool I call a friend?

"The love I have been searching for has been in front of me all along. I was never meant to be with her." Lucien slide off the couch onto his knees in front of me. My hands still trapped in his. "I love you, y/n. And I curse the Mother and the Cauldron for not putting us together. I need you little bat. I cannot bear another moment without you."

I am frozen in shock by his declaration of love. All this time I thought it would be me on my knees before him. Telling him sweet nothings and saying how we belong together. This is all I needed to hear from him.

Before anything can change I grab Lucien's face, my lips colliding with his in a heated kiss. It's all teeth and tongue. Want and desire. Lucien pulls me to his chest, holding the back of my head.

"Take me upstairs fox. Show me how much you love me." I whisper against his lips. Lucien stands, holding me by my thighs. I wrap my legs around him. I feel his hard cock pressing against my core and grind against him letting out a moan.

Lucien gently places me on the bed, careful of my wings. We undress together. Baring ourselves to each other. Feeling a bond that should've been ours.

The next morning I lay awake staring at Lucien's sleeping form. I trace his scar a few times and play with the ends of his hair that are splayed on the pillow. As his eyes slowly open he sends me a smirk. "Morning my love." Gods I want to keep him like this so I can hear his morning voice forever. It's gravely and deep, sending heat straight to my core.

"Good morning, fox. How are you feeling." Lucien thinks for a moment. "Hurting still. But I feel better with you." My smile widens. It feels genuine this time, it almost brings tears to my eyes.

Lucien moves to get up. My hand flys to grip his bicep, pulling him backdown to the mattress with all my strength. "No," I practically yell. "Stay with me? Let's stay here all day and rest." He lightly kisses my lips and pulls me to lay on his chest. "Ok little bat," he whispers.

We lay in a comfortable silence together. We trace patterns on each others bare skin until I ask, "Lucien, I know things have changed now but I need to know," My heart is pounding so hard. I hate to ask him this but I need him to feel in charge, like he wants me and I need him.

I look up at him as I force tears to line my eyes. "Are we...please say I'm yours now." His lips form a sweet pout I want to kiss. Lucien squeezes me to his body, placing a chaste kiss to my forehead. "There is no one else in this world for me. I love you, y/n. Last night was just the first of many. We have a life time ahead of us together and I don't plan on wasting another moment of it without you."

I cradle his cheek in the palm of my hand. "I love you too, Lucien. And I never want to be without you either."

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year

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I'm struggling to sleep a lot lately, could I request Melissa helping reader sleep with a bath and relaxing stuff just fluff. You don't have to

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Of course, 🦄 anon, I would be honored to write this for you! Added request— “Can you make it so r is really subby? Melissa reading a book and throwing in some Italian nicknames” Thank you dearly for the request!! Hope you Enjoy ♥️♥️♥️

Rest, My Cucciolina ~Melissa Schemmenti xFem Reader

Mommy… Master List

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Warnings: SFW, fluffy fluff, little angst, sleeping issues, exhaustion, mental fatigue, comforting, loving affection, overexertion, etc.

Enjoy (:

You checked the clock again for the fifth or sixth time.

2:06 am.

Only three minutes from the last time you checked the clock. You sighed in defeat. You had barely gotten two hours of sleep, having been not able to drift off until past 12am…

And now you couldn’t go back to sleep. So you quietly crept out of bed, doing your best not to wake your red head girlfriend. You crept out of your shared bedroom and went downstairs and into the study. If you were gonna be awake, you may as well get some work done…

Before you knew it, hours had flown by. The sun was coming up, and you could hear your girlfriend upstairs. Eventually, Melissa came downstairs and leaned into the study.

“Morning hun…!” she hummed, “Have you eaten?”

You gulped and shook your head.

“No…” you bashfully admitted, your eyes fluttering downwards not meeting hers.

The red head sauntered over to you, swiveling your chair to her access. She cupped your cheek and pulled your gaze to meet her gaze. Her lips then connected to yours in a swift, but caring kiss. She pulled away with a gentle smile.

“How about I make us some breakfast, hmmm Cucciola…?” She hummed.

Cub/Baby… Her little Italian nicknames for you always made you blush and put a small smile on your face.

“Don’t you have to go to work?” You asked.

Melissa shrugged.

“I’ve always got time for you, hun.”

This made you blush and you nodded.

“Ok… thank you… ” you whispered.

“Anytime, Mia Amore, anytime…” she purred.

My love… Your lips perked upwards once more.

After breakfast, Melissa left for work, giving you a good bye peck to the lips. And then your day in solitude began. You sat back down at your desk and got a few more hours of work done. Then around noon, you went out to get some groceries.

When you got home, you were exhausted. You had socialized enough for your taste, you could barely do a task coherently, and you were sore all over. You had just enough energy to put away the cold groceries, before collapsing on the couch. You weren’t able to sleep, no matter how hard you tried, so instead, you grabbed the tv remote and stayed watching whatever was on.

Around 6pm, you heard the locks of your front door jingle. Your head swiveled up slower than normal, as Melissa walked in. The redhead walked into your living room, to find you still in your pjs, your hair and makeup not done, a bowl of Cheetos splayed across the table, and the groceries still on the kitchen counter. Her eyes met your exhausted, glossy ones.

Your eyes quickly fluttered away from her gaze again. Melissa sighed. The red head knew these signs. She dropped all of her things and made her way over to you, sitting next to you. She grabbed the remote and tuned the tv off, and she took your hands into her own.

“Hun…?” She gently spoke.

You turned your eyes fluttered back to hers.

“Hi…” you whispered.

“Are you ok, my Cucciola…?”

You bit your lip to stop it from trembling, and you shook your head. Tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Words, Cucciolina… I’m gonna need words…” Melissa gently cooed.

Little Cub… Rose blush washed your complexion, as you looked from the red head to the ground and back to the red head.

“I’m not okay, Mel…” you whispered.

Melissa squeezed your hands lovingly and reassuringly.

“Oh hun…” she comforted, her face filled with concern and care, “How about you go upstairs and get undressed, run a bath, and I’ll clean up down here and meet you up there…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes please…”

“Alright, come on, Amore…” Melissa spoke, guiding you up from the couch and leading you to the stairs.

As you made your way to the bathroom, your red headed girlfriend put away the rest of the groceries and cleaned up the house a bit, before coming upstairs to join you in the bathroom. You had thrown all of your clothing in the dirty laundry, and were waiting for the bath to fill.

Melissa came in a gave you a loving, tender kiss before removing her own clothing. She then got in the water, helping you into the tub after. You were quick to snuggle up against the red head. She lovingly scratched and massaged your hair and available skin with one hand. You leaned into her touch, sighing in relaxation and closing your eyes.

With her other, free hand, Melissa leaned to the side and grabbed a book from the bathroom counter that she’d brought from downstairs. Your eyes fluttered back open at her sudden movement.

“How about I read to you, Amore?” She gently cooed.

Your eyes lit up and you nodded softly.

“Yes please…”

Melissa smiled lightly and opened the book, beginning to read to you. Before long, the red head could hear your light and even breathing, telling her that you had finally fallen into a slumber.

“Sleep well, my Cucciolina…” she hummed.

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sockiess · 6 months

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hi i saw u write for scott (n im so glad cos there’s like no fics of him 🥲) could you do scott w a reader who kinda matches his attitude? like maybe some sort of frenemies to lovers thing, anytime he tries to get snarky with the rest of the cliffhangers reader argues back with him 🙏 hope that makes sense english isn’t my first language 🥲

Anon I love and appreciate you🫶

Frenemies

Warnings: None! :)

It was a hot day and Hannah made all of us cliffhangers go hiking. It wouldn’t have been so bad but one person by the name of Scott Barringer wouldn’t shut up. Ever since he came here a couple months ago he’s been an annoying prick. For some odd reason he thinks he’s better than everyone else and thinks he’s to good for us.

“God this is so annoying I mean why do we have to do all this stuff??” Scott said complaining for the fifth time in the last 10 minutes. “Dude just suck it up the more you complain the longer it feels like.” Auggie said annoyed. “Dude literally no one was talking to you so why don’t you shut up” Scott said pissed.

“Scott seriously no one wants to hear your grading voice 24/7 just suck it up already.” I snapped and turned to him. Scott just looked at me and mumbled something under his breath. Even though Scott annoys me, he is one of the only people that I can stand to be around here at Mt. Horizon. He also somehow always listens to me when I tell him to shut up.

As we continued walking me and Scott’s hands kept brushing up against each other. I would never admit to anyone but I might have a little crush on Scott even if he does annoy me at times I mean come on he’s utterly gorgeous and can be nice when he wants to be.

The sun was starting to set and Hannah told me and Scott to go fetch stuff to build a fire. “You where blushing when our hands to kept touching.” Scott said suddenly smirking at me when we where away from the other campers. “you wish.” I replied back to him trying to hide my small and embarrassment. “Come on just admit you have a crush on me.” He said smiling. “There is nothing to admit.” I said, picking up sticks to use for the fire.

“So if I where to kiss you right now you wouldn’t kiss back?” he said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. “Scott you’re crazy” I said walking away from him only for him to grab my arm and pull me into him and suddenly feeling his lips on mine. Scott kissed me like it was the last thing he’d ever do but he was also so soft and gentle at the same time. I dropped the sticks I was holding and held his face as we made out. Soon we pulled away to take breath. Scott rested his forehead on mine and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. As we where about to kiss again we heard Ezra calling our name.

“We should better get back” I said almost out of breath. “Yeah” Scott replied “But one more thing” he said before kissing me again. “Alright lover boy let’s go before we get in trouble for inappropriate touching” I joked.

“fine.” Scott groaned picking back up the sticks and smiling at me “I’m going to annoy you so much more now” he said ruffling and kissing the top of my head

“I know you are” I said smiling and leaning into him.

Hi! Hope I did your request justice!! If there is anything you want me to add or change please let me know 🫶 thank you so much for the request 🫶

#scott barringer fluff #higher ground #hayden christensen #scott barringer x reader #scott barringer imagine

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azures-bazar · 2 years

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Hiiiiii ! ❤️ I love your soft!Arthur one shots and was wondering if you could eventually write about female!reader comforting Arthur after a meltdown or something ! Like he had a very bad day or he just feels bad and cries and all but is too ashamed to show he's sad ! thx !!

Angel’s Tears

Hey there anon, thank you for your request ! It means a lot <3 I love writing sad stuff (don't ask why, it's my cup of tea), and soft/sad Arthur is a part of my fav subjects lol

I'm sorry if it took me so long, I got really busy with my job and my free time is mostly consisting in me resting while playing Cyberpunk 2077 lol. Having a new graphic card helps a lot.

I hope you'll like it despite these awful mistakes I've made !

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Arthur has been gone for three days and just came back after a dramatic set of events. You don’t want to leave him alone, so you’re taking him out for more privacy.

Warnings : mentions of torture and death

Tags : Chapter 3, Arthur is broken, angel tears, mentions of Isaac Morgan, you are Arthur’s treasure, soft boah, tears and kisses, some fluff, cute

It had been three days. Arthur had been gone for three days. This felt common for almost everyone around camp, but you genuinely thought he had been gone for weeks. You were used to have him wait for you by your tent every morning, sometimes passing his head between its flaps with a large smile. You loved being close to him when he was around camp, or when he was taking you to town. It was no secret for anyone that you had a little something for him, especially not to Mary-Beth. She had been quick to talk about this to Tilly, who told Karen, who then told Sean… who shouted about it all day long. That day, you wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it.

As far as you could recall, Arthur had spent his entire day blushing anytime your eyes would meet his. What a sweet thing you were, right here, probably loving him as much as he loved you ! Arthur was not good as talking about what he felt, but something you were sure about was the reciprocity of your feelings. You could easily tell he was sweet on you by the very beautiful look he was giving you, by his bright smile whenever he was seeing you after being gone for some time, by his overall attitude. What made him fall for you was the night you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder while listening to Javier’s ballads. He had carried you to your tent and did not let go all night long, appreciating the way you clung onto him, still leaving by the morning before anyone would spot him.

His absence was noticeable, days felt rather dull whenever he was not waiting by your tent in the morning like he usually did. While you were on guard duty, you did your best to focus on the surroundings rather than think about him and feel this void surrounding you. You missed his embrace, his overall presence around camp. Even if Sean wanted to fill this emptiness by… forcing you into hugs you did not like, you counted each hour separating you from Arthur’s return, notting them on a paper in order to be more prepared for the next time. You knew he would most likely bring you something from his travels, or maybe not. You did not care, you just wanted him back at this point.

"Guess who’s back !" Karen shouted from the camp’s entrance

You were cleaning your riffle with Charles as you spotted Arthur coming back to camp. You calmly placed your riffle aside and approached him, noticing how pale Arthur was, how shocked he seemed to be, how much blood covered his shirt. He barely smiled at you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before taking a wad of cash from his satchel and moving straight to Dutch’s tent to give it to him before quickly heading to the water to wash himself before Ms. Grimshaw would force him to do so. As you watched him pass by Javier without saying a word, you understood he did not want to be bothered, leading you to swallow your desire for an embrace and head back to your riffle-cleaning. You knew Arthur did not like being bothered and wanted to give some space.

"Looks like he's not alright." Charles noted, glancing at Arthur who was cleaning his shirt

"I’ll let him cool down a bit." you answered, nervously rubbing your riffle’s trigger. "You know how he is when he’s not in the mood."

"Yes, but I guess you should do something anyway. Leaving Arthur like this ain’t a good idea, that’s for sure."

You nodded at Charles' advice, taking a few more minutes to finish your chore before carefully walking to Arthur who was now sitting on his cot in a brand new shirt and a pair of clean trousers, staring into space without noticing you were actually standing right before him. You cleared your throat a little, not daring to touch him just yet. You knew how unpredictable Arthur’s reactions could be whenever he was lost in his thoughts and dragged back to reality, you had seen him slap Bill one day as he was just trying to catch his attention.

"Excuse me, Arthur." you said

Morgan gently turned his head to you, a sweet smile bloomed on his pale and haggard face. You felt something was wrong with him by the way his eyes spoke to you, filled with emptiness and melancholy. You had no idea about what Arthur had been up to, but the blood that was covering his him when he came back to camp made you supposed he got into a brawl, or maybe worse. Much worse. Arthur was a tough man, believing brawls were actually quite enjoyable when you had the advantage over the situation. You strongly believed something bad had happened.

"I’m heading to town." you restarted, crossing your hands behind your back. "Would you like to join me ?"

"I just came back to camp, Y/N." Arthur smirked. "I don’t think Dutch would allow that."

"Don’t worry, he will allow you to spend some time with me at the saloon. C’mon, let’s go !"

"Errr… Fine."

Arthur rolled eyes and grumbled as he stood up. Since the day you got inducted into the gang, anyone could notice he could hardly say no to you. Your mesmerising eyes and adorable face never helped him. He would have brought you the moon on a silver plate if he could. He always found himself scrambling to make you happy, and could obviously not refuse leaving camp with you. Even if he had just come back from a three days long journey, he genuinely believed a moment with you could make him feel better instead of hiding his frustration, sadness and overall exhaustion behind his tent flaps.

You quickly headed to Dutch to tell him you were taking his boy out to town. Surprisingly enough, Van der Linde agreed and even gave you enough money to spend on a room and a bath at the saloon. Dutch had seen Arthur’s overall mood when he gave him the money he had collected and had felt quite worried about him. Arthur’s empty eyes and tense expression had reminded him of the one he had years ago, following his return from Eliza’s house after finding out that she and his son Isaac were dead. He knew his boy would probably feel better with you as he was aware of your natural ease to work him. Dutch gave you some food as well, believing Arthur should be hungry after his travels.

"Sure, sweet girl." Dutch told you. "Make sure not to get into trouble."

Unexpectedly, Arthur insisted on riding your horse, believing his one needed some rest as much as he himself did. He left them to Kieran’s care as he climbed on your silver Turkoman, helping you up and placing you before him. One of his hands rested on your waist as the other one carefully held onto the bridle, he led you out of the hideout.

"Let's go, m'lady." he told you

Your short journey to Rhodes was rather quiet as Arthur did not speak at all, making you feel awkward, if not even uncomfortable. At the saloon, you quickly ordered some food at the counter while renting a room and a bath before heading straight to the bedroom, locking the door behind you.

"What happened, Arthur ?" you asked

"Some shit." Morgan responded without meeting your eyes, taking his boots off. "Nothing to worry ‘bout."

"You were covered in blood, Arthur. I know you’re tough, but that look on your face… what happened ?"

Arthur looked up and bit his lower lip, calmly breathing before sitting down. You approached him and sat beside him, placing your hand on his back. It made him shiver, any time you touched him felt like a treasure for Arthur. He sighed, understanding he could not get away with it, believing talking to you would make things better.

"While I was ridin’ in Roanoke, spotted some Murfrees torturing a couple of hostages." he whispered. "Poor feller had his four limbs broken, I guess. His wife died before me. I tried stopping them, and then I spotted a lil’ boy nearby… heard his pa’ saying « Alexander », I guess that was his name."

Tears started streaming down his cheeks as soon as he mentioned the presence of the child. You kept listening to him, being somewhat aware that the worst had happened to this poor family. Judging by Arthur’s attitude and sudden sadness, you could easily guess about their demise. You had known about Arthur’s son during a random talk you had with him, you could only imagine how terrible it must have been for him to witness the Murfree’s torture on a family.

"As I tried killin’ these damn Murfrees, one of them got out and took the child as the feller died beggin' me to find his son." Arthur hiccuped. "I tried runnin’ after them… looked for the kid for hours. Found his body at the bottom of a hill."

Arthur quickly rubbed his eyes while bitting his lower lip. His hands clung onto his legs as you ran your fingers across his back. Witnessing the body of a child deeply broke him as he transposed the image of Isaac on him. On a boy who would have been about his son’s age by his death.

"I could have done somethin’, Y/N…" he grumbled, turning his head to you. "I could've done somethin’… if only I had been here earlier… m-maybe…"

"You couldn’t have done anything."

"I… I could have…"

"It’s alright, Arthur. It’s alright."

You were heartbroken after hearing his distraught, his pain. There were no words to describe how bad you felt when you met his devastated gaze, tears streaming on his reddish cheeks, his wobbling lower lip. Your hand made its way through his hair, you played with it as Arthur buried his head against your shoulder. You passed your hand on his cheek, causing him to catch it while crying. It made you shiver a little, but you did not mind. In fact, you appreciated his complete trust, knowing he would have never spoken this way to anyone else but you.

"I'm sorry, darlin'." Arthur sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

He wanted to feel your touch, he needed it. He needed you more than anything at this moment, and no words came out of his mouth to express his pain. He firmly held your hand on his cheek, letting out a few sobs as you carefully kissed the top of his head. Your other hand made its way to his shoulder, you left your thumbs rub it without bothering about what was surrounding you. Nothing else mattered but Arthur, nothing else.

Poor man sobbed for long minutes while you kissed his temple at times, watching the sun go down through your window. You did not dare saying a word, believing it would break Arthur into pieces. Just a word and your favourite cowboy would probably collapse into your embrace, so you remained silent and allowed him to cry on your shoulder, rocking him back and forth at some point before he slowly moved away from, looking into your eyes with a soft smile.

"Thank you, sweetheart." he whispered

"Don’t thank me." you smiled. "I couldn’t leave you like that."

"You’re a real treasure, you know that ?"

You shrugged a little, your smile got wider. Arthur had told you a few times that your sole existence was one of his biggest treasures. He could not describe how safe he felt with you, how much your smile could make all the troubles go away in a mere second. You were one of the last pillars of his life, and he was quick to show it whenever you were with him. From embraces to two or three quick kisses on your lips, Arthur knew how to make you feel special.

As you were about to kiss his forehead one more time, Arthur quickly rose to change your target. Your lips landed on his instead, causing you to blush as he gently opened his mouth to make it last longer. You calmly took his face between your hands, keeping his head close to yours for a short while until moving back a little. Your bright smile made him blush, despite his darker shade was hard to notice due to the overall lightning in the room.

"Yeah, you’re a treasure." Arthur said. "My beautiful treasure."

"You’re going to make me blush." you chuckled

"I’d love to, girl. I’d love to."

The two of you talked for a long while up until a prostitute brought you some food on a plate, carefully placing it on your bedside table. Instead of allowing Arthur to take care of you as he usually did, you believed Morgan needed some rest and that you had to pay him back. You ate with him, listened to him talk about his discoveries, about these wild animals he had the opportunity to draw, about the overall strange ambiance he felt while travelling around Roanoke Ridge, being thankful the gang didn't settle there. He had brought you a beautiful emerald he had found somewhere near an old house, hidden in a crate.

"It ain’t much, but I really thought you’d like it." he smiled. "I wanted to go to a jeweller and make a ring out of it, but ain’t got no time."

"It’s amazing, Arthur !" you praised him. "It’s a god damn emerald ! Of course I love it !"

"Just… don’t tell Dutch I gave you an emerald, right ? He'll get mad."

"I won’t tell anyone."

You watched Arthur eat his whole plate of fried fish so fast that you barely had time to start eating yours. You felt lucky Dutch had given you some more food, Arthur was hungry. He ate some bread, some of your vegetables and the two apples you had brought with you. Then, you dragged him to the bathroom, carefully undressing him as he looked at you with wide opened eyes. You had never seen him naked before, but did not care at all. In fact, it was even pleasant to see !

"Get in there so I can wash you." you said, placing your hands on your hips

"I ain’t a child, Y/N." Arthur said as he sat down in the bathtub

"You sure ain’t. Just relax and lemme help you."

Arthur shrugged as you started massaging his broad shoulders. He loudly moaned as you reached his neck, he absolutely adored having you press your hands on it. As far as he could remember, Arthur had always loved taking care of you. He loved staying by your bed when something was wrong or when you felt bad, he had helped you bathe following Blackwater’s botched heist to which you had participated and were traumatised for days. Arthur loved having you under his watch, having you doing the same for him was unusual, but worth it. He could breathe, he could forget.

It took him a few minutes to doze off. His soft snore made you smile as you dried your hands, sitting by the bathtub to look at him. What a handsome feller you had here ! His long eyelashes were quick to make many women jealous of him, it gave him a rather angelic look. Who would have thought that this tall and brawny man, his face wet with all these angel’s tears which had streamed on his cheeks, was an outlaw ? A man who had killed people, who had beaten some of them up ? Who would have thought that a man with such puppy eyes had blood on his hands ?

"Ain’t you a handsome man…" you smiled

The lack of response from Arthur’s part was no surprise. You watched him sleep, surrounded with this faint steam and soap bubbles, his eyes moving beneath his eyelids. You could not help but smile at this beautiful sight, you adored it. It was worth it, having Arthur rest like this was worth it. You knew he deserved it, you genuinely wanted him to be alright. And, that night, your presence healed his poor soul. You were everything for him, a reason to keep going.

You were his treasure.

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angelustful · 2 years

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The brothers celebrating the holidays with Hispanic Mc’s family! [dateables version]

notes: sorry this took a bit long anon🥲but I got to finish it🫶🏽Thank you for requesting this anon, hope u have a great day/night! Sorry if this isn’t what you exactly wanted but hope you enjoy cariños! Part 2 with the dateables will come soon. Creds to my dear Emi @cosmiic-world who helped me write this and get motivation<3333

details: demon bros x Hispanic reader/Mc! This could be crack and fluff< 3

content warning: suggestive content, mentions of drinking, wine. Not eating a whole portion (?)

warning: English is not our first language so we’re sorry if this didn’t made sense or have spelling errors🥲🥲

requested by anon<3

Lucifer would definitely bring cerveza to the party once you told him that he and his brothers are going with you to celebrate with your family. He knows how big your family is so he brought a lot of cerveza (as he should💁🏽‍♀️) He would be defending your ass of your tías saying “Y el novio?” to you by being behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist saying “Pues, aquí estoy señora, cómo estás?” WHILE SMIRKING. Your tias would be so shocked that you got such a handsome man that they would probably try to flirt with him and laughing every time something comes out of his mouth and chismeando to your other tias about you guys😭😭Your dad would probably (or not) approve of him since he got cerveza and he takes care of you🤷🏽‍♀️though your dad will have a talk with you later about your relationship and why you didn’t tell him😭(praying for you que no te chingo🥲🙏) He would love the food your mom has cooked, the desserts, the BREAD, el pinche pan dulce that he loves so much. Your mom would tell him to take some for home and he would gladly do so. He loves watching you dance with your primos and stealing you from them to dance with him when a slow song comes up. He really likes how your family celebrates the holidays and how you enjoy it. He would make sure his brothers don’t cause chaos and show some respect for your family members. Basically, your family approves of him and want you to bring him over again anytime.

Mammon would fuck with them tbh, he would hang out with your primos and would talk with your dad about you and how you’re the best thing he could ever asked for. (He won’t tell you tho🥲🤫) He would be prepared, his outfit is just🤭😫y’all look like you guys are matching (you are) Another one who would defend your ass from your tias saying “Y el novio?” by kissing your cheek and smirking at your tias saying “Aquí estoy señorita!” and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your primos like him and your young tío would duck with him too. He would tell you to bring him again for them to talk more😭HE WOULD DANCE WITH YOU. Don’t tell me otherwise that he won’t cause he will. He would eat that shit up and would steal the spotlight with you both dancing sexily and roaming his hands around your body and y’all look like y’all in love (which y’all are🤭) that the tias would be on Facebook live and record y’all and your primas would hype y’all up or be jealous you got a man.😭Tú papa would be mad lmaoo.💁🏽‍♀️ He’d probably take you to a private corner for y’all to kiss and make out, leaving hickeys or sum, though you would get mad at him cause your outfit shows skin and you have to go to your room to get your makeup to cover up.🤦🏽‍♀️ He would love the food your family would be serving him. Your mom would convince your dad that Mammon is a good guy cause he likes her food😭 Anyways, he likes your family and would ask you if he can come with you every time you’re visiting them. Of course, your family doesn’t mind (not sure about your dad tho🙄)

Leviathan.. would be unsure of it first and awkward😭He won’t know what to do and just hang out with you, staying close to your hip. He’s not sure what to do with all this attention on him. He would probably not understand what your family is saying and would tell you to translate for him. He would speak a bit when he knows what they’re saying but he would be embarrassed about it cause..his Spanish is not that good..but he would probably use magic to make his accent and Spanish better than what he usually speaks it. He would probably hide in the corner playing with his phone unless you drag him everywhere you go. Though he sees your little primos hanging around and running, he would play with them, your little primos like him and would want to hang out with him more and your heart literally melts🥹🫶He would watch you dance with your family and would be embarrassed if you ask him to ask with you. If he doesn’t, then you can just be by his side and he would be so grateful cause he doesn’t like being alone🥲either way if he does accept, he would be a bit stiff but would try his best to dance well. For your sake, he would. He likes the food, he appreciates it and would ask for a second plate. He would probably not come again but if you want him to come, he would, just to see you smile and be happy.🫶🏽

Satan would vibe with it tbh, but he would prefer to be in a quiet place with you and him alone🤭😭Your family would probably call him a gringo because of his blonde hair and pale skin but once they know that he understands what they’re saying and spewing Spanish perfectly, they would regret every saying that word ever again. You see, he’s ANOTHER one who would defend your ass from your tias (basically all the brothers would🤷🏽‍♀️) and he would just kiss you in front of them and smirk, not saying anything to them. Not sure how your dad feels about it tho.🫢 He also wants to make a good impression on them so he tries to be respectful too. He would dance with you too🤭, would love being by your side and speaking with your primas and tias. He would probably get interviewed by your dad as he asked how he’s treating you. He would tell him everything and how you’re a sweetheart and someone so precious to him💁🏽‍♀️. Your dad would probably approve but not sure how to feel about you guys being together.

Asmodeus, he would hang out with them. He likes parties so he’s going.💁🏽‍♀️ He would understand what they’re saying a bit but not a lot either. *Sigh* Another one who would defend you from your tias, would get offended by them saying “Y el novio?” to you and he just pops out of nowhere and goes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head against your shoulder saying “Aquí estoy! Como están señoritas?” To be honest, he would probably flirt with them a a joke or something until you tell him to stop before they start bringing him to bed😭. Anyways, he loves the celebration, the food, THE DANCES, he would try his best to learn the dances you guys are doing so he could dance with you later on, either way he would just record and watch you dance. When it’s time for the food, he will probably not finish his whole plate but he likes the food, he just won’t eat the whole plate, leaving a little portion left🤷🏽‍♀️. Secretly brings demonus to the party to get himself drunk. 10/10 would want to come again but you’re thinking about it, your tias would like to see him very soon, your dad doesn’t know how to feel about him and your other family members just wish you all the best.

Beelzebub WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE FOOD. He loves your culture and the way you guys celebrate holidays and traditions. He especially enjoys the food y’all make. Though he doesn’t understand quite well what they’re talking about, you’ll translate for him but sometimes he can speak for himself. You know it, another one who would defend you from you know who to you know what they’re saying. The conversation would be funny tbh, and their surprise reactions would be worth it. Just your tias seeing him being talk as fuck, wrapping his arms around you basically almost covering you, his head literally touches the ceiling, he has to bend down slightly to go through the door😭. Your primas could be jealous tbh. Your primos would like to hang out with him and ask him how he got so tall. Your dad might be a bit intimidated but would interview about your relationship. Your mom is just proud of you🤷🏽‍♀️. Anyways, he would like to see you dance and having the time of your life with your family, he likes to see you happy so he enjoys seeing you smile at your primas/primos while dancing. When it’s time for dinner, you have to tell him to be careful to not eat the whole food, because your family would question him how he can eat all that without throwing up. Either way he loves the food and would ask for more to bring home. Your mom likes his company and would want to ensign him again, your dad doesn’t mind him, your tias would probably talk about him behind his back to you and your primos/primas or tíos would not mind his company either, they like him.

Belphegor wouldn’t mind, at first he wouldn’t want to come because it’s a party and he wants to take a nap but since you want him to go and it gets him a chance to spend more time with you, then he decided he will go. He would think it’s way to loud for him but either way he enjoys it. You know, another one who would defend you form your tias. The conversation would be like “Y el novio, ya tienes uno?” and he is just there behind you out of nowhere (like Asmodeus) and his head on your shoulder, eyes are droopy like he’s ready to fall asleep any minute and he would just like smile, not saying a word, but it’s making it obvious that he’s the boyfriend. He would try to be polite would probably try to charm your family. Him with your dad would be awkward tbh..he puts on a polite persona for your dad’s approval of him being your boyfriend. Again, he likes your culture and would love the food, he feels welcome and appreciates your mom’s politeness and would not hesitate to take the food back home when your mom asks him to. He would try to dance with you because he knows how much this means to you so he gives his wastes his whole energy for you. He emoji ya seeing you enjoying your time with him and after that’s over he would take you to a private place for you both to chill out and hang out with each other. Your mom likes him and wants him to come over again, your dad is neutral about him, your primos y primas don’t mind his company, your tias would make chisme about him to you or behind your back too😭. Either way, he enjoyed the party and if you asked him, he would come again:)

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #angelustful #obey me! shall we date?

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michu-writes · 2 years

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🐉 K, so...... I never played Omori, but I wanna give you something to write, so how about just general dating headcanons with Hero and Kel? You can do them separately or as a poly ship, either way, is fine. Hope that satisfies you and you'll have fun writing this. Love you! <3

A/N: I KNOW YOU HAVENT PLAYED OMORI AND HAVE LITTLE TO NO KNOWLEDGE ABT IT BUT THIS MADE ME CACKLE

Kel and Hero are brothers so- no poly headcanons ofc BUT SEPERATELY I WILL DO!!! Thank you for requesting dear anon <3

Hero

Malewife? Manwhore? You're lucky to have him as a boyfriend. He's one of the (only) most respectful cis men out there, no joke /j.

He'll shower you with kisses and bring food to your bed !!!!! Hero loves cuddling with you too after a long day of studying just to clear his mind. You both would also cook or bake something together!!! Doesn't matter if you're good or bad at it, because you'll always succeed as long as Herj is with you el oh el.

You guys met in Faraway town a few weeks before he was gonna leave for college at the park. You noticed he looked lonely and uneasy in a way, so you decided to talk to him. He stated he just needed some fresh air and so did you!! You guys eventually became friends and found out you were both gonna attend in the same college, so that is great!

Unfortunately, you guys didn't end up in the same dorm but you both still visited each other at anytime you could!! You still saw each other all around the campus but still yeyeyeye. Anyways he had a little hard time opening up to you,,, but he did tell you about Mari eventually. You felt really bad and awful for him, that must be a really really hard thing to go through at such a young age. You told him everything was gonna be fine and she's in a much better place now. After that you both pretty much got closer and the story goes on!!!

After like a year or two of being buds to good buds to best buds, you finally confessed and he surprisingly felt the same way!! Kel and his dad pretty much knew the whole time, but his mom kept denying it and saying "they're just best friends……."

But when you and Hero came back home from college, he asked if you wanted to meet his family face to face (because you have only been able to video chat with them whenever you were hanging out with Hero in your dorms) and you gladly said yeah. Everyone welcomed you as family and was happy for both of you. Kel May or may not have been like "Ew romance" but that's just how he is. His mom though was like "Oh!" and just needed a moment to process because she never thought Hero would get a s/o anytime soon. But she greeted you and was very nice so no worries!!!

One time you were visiting Hero and you both had to babysit Sally because everyone else was away. He was just done making lunch and was about to tell you until he saw you on the couch. He couldn't help but shed a tear of how cute and gentle you were with Sally, he instantly knew you'd be an awesome parent if you wanted to!!!

You were a bit worried about why he was crying but he quickly said you were just adorable when you were all cuddled up with his little sister. Sally was all fast asleep beside you while you snuggled her up close to your chest as you were watching TV with a blanket.

10/10 boyfriend, would recommend.

Kel

This kinda depends of how much energy you got because if you're like leaning more into the calm and relaxed type, you'll just watch him being a complete idiot in awe. He likes it because he knows your don't mind his chaotic nature (most of the time). But if you match his energy, oh god. Everything will go down hill. You'll both at least commit 5 crimes in a day. It might be really fun, but you both need someone to stop you. Like Hero perhaps.

You have known each other for a long time ever since the whole gang even formed. You both were best friends and was the only people who didn't close off which you both can agree were greatful for. You would invite him to do something to keep his mind off of things for a bit after Mari's death, and all the stress and worries about Hero. It helped and he just couldn't stop thanking you. His parents adores you for trying your best. Kel also helps you too in many different ways, you guys have each other.

When Sunny finally left his house to hangout with Kel before he moved away, they both invited you to tag along, in which you gladly agreed on. Sunny noticed the tension between you two and pointed it out. Let's just say you were both a red burning mess after that.

Sunny was kinda the one who egged Kel on to confess to confess to you because of the obvious crush, so thanks to him.

Kel usually asks Hero for relationship advices. He would also ask his dad, but they're always so long and dumb in his opinion.

He !!! Loves !!!!! Going out !!!!!! On dates !!!!!! You guys can also stay inside. His favorite dates are maybe going on a stroll at night or a movie night. During the strolls, you guys just just look at the night sky and admire the stars and moon while holding hands and rant about your favorite things ! During the movie nights, you just lay on the sofa with snacks in the table, a blanket covering the two who was all cuddled up, probably watching some horror or action movie.

Kel loves to creep up on you and scare you when you're not looking, he finds your reaction hilarious.

Will always hold your hand or have his arm around your shoulders. He'll also give you random hugs and kisses anywhere at all (unless you don't like pda which is totally fine). He's so sweet and goofy.

#omori #omocat #omori kel #omori hero #kel x reader #hero x reader #x reader #x y/n #reader insert #headcanon #fanfiction #Omori x reader

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whorekneecentral · 2 years

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Hmmm... In case you are up to Virgil request, I have an idea for it.

The reader is novelist who still questioning on the male protagonist characteristic. She got the idea when she glanced over photos of Virgil, but she had no idea if he is nice guy or bad boy or both.

And when she approach him personally and trying to ask if he was nice guy or bad boy, what would he react....

- 🍪 anon

you guys know I love me some virgil, I’m always open to requests for him <3 also I changed the request a bit so she doesn’t know who he is lmao, hope that’s okay!

He’d seen you in the same spot every time he came into the coffee shop. A mug of coffee half drank and a cookie with a nibble taken out of it whilst your head was buried in your laptop.

Every so often, you two would make eye contact from across the coffee shop and you’d smile at each other before going back to your own thing but today was different.

Virgil decided to actually sit on the shop for once and you were having a case of writer’s block. You needed to flesh out a bit more of the protagonist’s personality but you seemed to be at a standstill.

“Will I be bothering you if I sit here?” The voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up to see the handsome stranger who you saw from time to time.

“No,” you shook your head, gesturing to the table next to yours, “please, sit.”

The two of you sat in silence, the noise of the busy coffee shop dying out as the morning rush passed through. The sound of your clicking keyboard and the espresso machine were some of the only sounds left.

“Something troubling you?” The man asks, slouched in his chair. Your brows furrow when you look over at him, “pardon?”

“I noticed the writing and deleting. You seem stuck,” he chuckles, sipping on his juice; who comes to a coffee shop and orders juice?

“Just stuck.”

“On?” He asks, prying a bit more.

You give in, you think talking about it might help so you open up to the handsome stranger.

“My book; I need to flesh out the protagonist’s personality but I’m on the ledge about it. I don’t know whether he’s good or bad at this certain moment.”

The man asks to see what you have so far so you turn the laptop to him, letting him read what you had open. He actually gives you a few suggestions that seem to help you form a few more ideas.

His phone buzzes on his table and he glances at it, standing up after he reads what was on his phone. “Do you have a pen?” He asks you and you look over to your bag, feeling around in it until you pull out one, offering it to him.

The man leans down, scribbling something on the napkin on your table before setting the pen down. He smiles at you before walking off. You pick up the napkin and he’s written a note.

‘In case you need more help.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Virgil’

By the time you look up. he's gone.

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The days turn into weeks and into months, you and the man from the coffee shop - Virgil as you came to know him, spoke almost every weekend. You updated him on your book and he helped you with your protagonist’s characteristics anytime you were stuck and if he wasn’t working; as it would be, turns out the handsome stranger was a football player.

You two had become good friends, checking in on each other, the occasional dinner after a stressful week.

Your book had just gotten publish and you were on the way to Virgil’s place to give him his copy. He opens the door for you, letting you in. “What are you doing here?”

“Rude,” you kicked off your shoes and ventured further into the house. Virgil shuts the door and follows you. You hand him the book and he smiles, “is this for me?”

“Yup. Signed it and everything.”

You flips the first few pages open, showing him the signature under the dedication.

‘to the stranger in the coffee shop. it would not be possible without you.’

Virgil smiles, setting the book on the counter when he pulls you to him. You’re flat against his chest when his hand cups you jaw. “For me?”

“All yours,” you stand your tip toes when you kiss him, he turns you two so you’re leaning on the counter. He taps your side and you lift yourself up and onto the counter, arms over his shoulders when he kisses you again.

“Let me show you how proud I am,” his hand touches your thigh, moving to between them.

#🍪 anon #virgil van dijk #virgil van dijk smut #virgil van dijk x reader

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 1 year

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“Tea, and a warm feeling”

Summery: based on the prompt “you make me tea when I’m sick and I get the urge to kiss you. deliriously I ask if I can. You come the the conclusion that we’ll kiss after I stop sneezing.” Friends to lovers fluffy fluff

A/n: oh my god me??? Posting a fic??!! Who knew I could do that lmao. Anyways this is for the lovely anon who requested this. I had a little trouble writing it as y’all could tell from how long this took because I have trouble writing for someone I don’t feel attracted to 😭🤣 because life has been busy and because I can barely write fluff lol. But I tired really hard to! And I hope this is up to your expectations, dear anon. And I hope everyone else to reads it likes it as well :)

warnings/info: Mentions of food, obviously sick reader, kissing, extremely fluffy, as fluffy as I could make it, a very small mention of underwear in a laundry basket (🤣,) reader and seungmin are really good friends, friends to lovers, a couple curse words, mentions of drifting off to sleep (man, if I could do that lol) and I think that’s it! Please let me know if I missed anything!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper”. This is in no way meant to be taken as anything actual or a real representation of anyone.~

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When you had sent Seungmin a plain "S.O.S" text, (which was code for "get over here and bring food") you didn't expect him to come over so quickly. What? Was he waiting down the street or something? He dropped off the food onto your bedside table and unknotted the bag, taking the styrofoam container out and letting that sweet sweet smell of comfort food waft through the air of your room to your nose. He wondered why he was so fast getting over to your place too. It did more than cross his mind about why both of you acted like this with each other.

It wasn't like you two were together. Nonetheless, an electric shock shot up his back at the thought. You and him-- being together. He tried to dismiss the feeling of his hands shaking, his mind spinning, and his heart thumping in an erratic pattern as he handed you a fork for your food. "You're not gonna have any?" You asked nasally, nose so clogged that it sounded like someone had stuffed half a box of tissues in each nostril. He visibly perks up at your words. "There's plenty." You remind him. How come now that hes here he suddenly can't think of anything besides you?

It was odd, but he still liked having his mind blank and only clouded by you. The thought of you made nice clouds. How could he suddenly forget that he had gotten two servings so both of you can eat your late lunch? "I know, I know." He sung, getting up to get a dish from your kitchen. He comes back to you on your bed, bundled up in blankets, head against the wall, and skin a couple shades darker than usual.

"You didn't put your fork in again, right? I don't want to get infected." He laughs. But really, the both of you knew that he was only joking. If you needed to, he'd let you have the last piece of food that existed at the expence of him. Just so you could be a little stronger. Even more so, anytime you came over to where he lived you could take his favorite snack and "barrow" his jewelry. You did that sometimes-- take some of his rings or necklaces then giving them back later, asking of course, but it always made him smile when he saw you wearing them. It made him feel like... like wearever you were you could have something of his that reminds you of him. That you thought of him throughout your day. Overall made him feel just that much closer to you. Not just that you were wearing it, but also because he let you take it in the first place

"No, Seungmin," You wheezed out a laugh, "I'm not trying to poison you." He takes a bite from his own portion. "Yeah, that would be pretty out of the ordenary for you. I didn't do anything deserving of death by good food." He triesm god, he really tries to make you feel better at a time like this. He just wants you to forget about whatever is hurting and how you can't breath through your nose and to feel relaxed. Having that calm feeling and enviornment always helps when youre sick. Whnever you try to speak, even if it is to give a small word of agreement to whatever he talks about, he urges you with more concern than a mother to "Please, not talk if it'll hurt your voice and throat even more." Noting about a speady recovery has anything to do with making your thoat even more sore ans scratchy. He hands you your water when you start to sit up, antisipating your moves like he was inside your head.

His fingers slid against yours, making him look up at you in surprise. You didn;t seem to mind though, a smug smile on your face like you were the mastermind in all this-- like you had wanted for it to happen anyways. He thought about, not just the very distracting tingling feeling now spread up his hands; the type you'd get when on the edge of a cliff in your feet. Somehow, in all of it, the waters down below him looked safe as ever. BEcause they were... they had you in them. The ocean that was you that seemed to be calling out to him, airy feeling intering his lungs and scent wafting past in nose... it was warm, and safe, and inviting.

He quickly withdrew his hand when the glass he had filled up when he got here was gripped in your hand. That was another thing: he never failed to make double sure that you had it. Whatever it was didn’t really matter. But what was important was how before ever letting go he would make sure you could handle it. Whether that be a glass of water when you're sick or something bigger. But he always, and I mean always made sure you were good with whatever it was.

He also thought about the reason why he was so in tune. You only had to move an inch and he already realized what you wanted. "Shouldn't you be sitting farther away? Whatever this is, it's nasty you don't want it." He was in such a deep daze that you had finished talking before he could gently scold you about talking. WHy hadn't he thought of that? He wondered. Well, if he was farther away how would he bring you your water so you wouldn't have to get up when you needed it? Reluctantly thought, he still got up and moved across your bedroom. He still had his mind about him, you know.

once you Finish your food, he stands up with a jolt. You raise your head, sensing he had an idea. You liked his ideas. Most of the time, that is. But no matter what, whenever he’d give them you’d listen. Knowing that it could take some courage and lots of effort to formulate them and to put them into the right words. He pats his knees as if you weren’t already giving him rapt attention. Your eyes only on him. Him and his wide eyes. “You know what? You need some tea, yeah?” Your dry mouth watered at the thought of something warm and soothing slide down your throat.

You can't help but smile at his request, and he knows it, getting up to your kitchen. Thats just who he he is, thats just how you both are. Making each other smile and press your lips together and look down at your shoes and the stupidest things. You hear your stove turn on, it was always loud. He had stayed over one night and you two had shared a joke about waking the neighbors and getting noise complaints. BUt it never made you feel unsafe or uneasy about it. Rather, the jokes you two took part in, the minutes of his and yours lives were you could both just breath? It made you noting short of calm. Thats what he always did for you.

In a matter of a few minutes the tea was done. Your body was still flopped on your bed as you hear his socks slide across your floor. You could barely smell it, the faint whiff of the herbs he brought into your bedroom soothed you none the less. Your eyes were heavier than the pit growing in your stomach. You wanted so badly to blame it on how it was only his affection while taking care of you that made you feel this way. How you didn't even need to ask and he was there. He didn't really do that for anyone else right?

But you cant think about that now, can you. Not when he's two feet into your door and placing a cup with a plate on top, and telling you not to drink it for a few minutes because it needs to steep. "I'm not a baby, you know." You grumble as if he's just told you not to touch the hot stove. "I know you're not... baby." he laughs, bumping you with his shoulder. It's a tease, for sure. Stupid little confident menacing tone passing out from his stupid pretty lips along with words that should either make you mad or chuckle and not melt further into your pile of blankets like you are.

"Thought you--" You say, mostly through your clogged nose. He tisks and rolls his eyes as you, reaching over to your nightstand and giving you your phone. "No talking." He says as soft as a fluffy blanket washed in fabric softener and fresh out the dryer-- still warm and comfy. You snatch your phone out of his hands. The same ones that rub your shoulders when you're stressed. The same ones that fix something on your clothes or hand you an item he thinks is "cute" and he thinks "would look cute on you."

"If its so cute why dont you wear it? They have your size." you sometimes say. "But it's for you. I said it would look cute on you. Not on me, not on the hanger. You. Colors go nice with your skin." he always smiles back.

What is it?

You see pop up at the top of your screen. Not unlike what happens between the both of you usually. Back and forth, up making your heart jump with anticipation then back down again and making your stomach sink, dodging thoughts and feelings with halfway written then scrapped text after halfway written and scrapped text.

Thought you didn't wanna get my germs?

You say. And to your surprise his body doesn't shoot up in disgust. Youre laying on your side, unable to really see him on the other end of your bed.

Look up

The second you do he points to his mask. You see the sides of his eys crinkle like tissue paper from a bagged gift. You smile. But really, in this room, he is the gift. Not the tea or food he brought. Him. His care. The warm feeling he brings along with him everywhere he goes. You see it like a trail following him. Slight and hard to see. But still there none the less. He seems to breathe in air and let out warmth to all around him.

whyr you smiling at me?

The buzz in your hand makes you come back to reality, looking at your phone. Why are you smiling at him? You know why. You don’t like to think about it, though. Because the more the thought of him lingers in your mind like the memory of a good dream, the more you know you’ll smile at him. The more he might figure it out. The more you think about it, the more you’ll be admitting to yourself how much you like him.

And my fucking god, you really do like him. Before you can think of it any more, you quickly type something out that isn’t a four paragraph long love letter/confession to the man.

Noting weirdo

Your eyes catch his roll from above his mask, leaning further away from you. You think it’s just him being dramatic. But really, how dramatic is physically having to move yourself away from someone to keep yourself from embracing them? How dramatic would having to scoot further away because oh my god how did they get even cuter just now? Doesn’t matter that you’re sick. To him, you took one smiley look at him and it has his brain pushing himself toward you. He grips the footboard of your bed for support as he gulps. He sounds stupid, he knows. But he can help smiling when you smile… or when you wrinkle your nose…. Or when you look down at your hands and play with your sleeves or fingers… or when you— he has to stop. He seriously has to stop thinking like this. You’re his friend. Not someone to swoon over.

Drink your stupid tea

“Stupid? You made it lol” you’re about to type,

But Before you can wonder why the hell he’s put so many emanation points on his text, the coffee mug of tea is already to your lips, plate in his hand as he crouches down in front of you. “You ok there, Seungmin?” You wonder, almost laughing at, not only how quickly this all transpired, but also at the very uncomfortable and awkward position he’s in. “Tea!” He reminds you, nearly grunting as he puts the plate on the bedside table. “Dude, you’re gonna fall—“ him pushing the tea closer to your lips effectively shuts you up.

you give up, finally drinking the warm liquid, soothing you immediately. And thus, soon, you’re falling half asleep with him still at your feet, now occupying himself with folding the laundry you’ve had in a basket since you’d gotten sick a couple days ago. You wonder if he’s sure he really wants to spend his time on your floor. You pick up your phone to ask him through text, knowing the tisky look he’lol give you if you didn’t save your voice.

“oh?” He wonders aloud, the thought of wanting to get up from beside you never crossed his mind, “no, I’m good here.” You see his cheeks lift up and eyes crinkle in a smile you can’t help but return.

I just feel so bad

You say, and you’re not lying. Your floor hasn’t been cleaned in a while. Not being done when you usually do it because of well, being terribly sick. Why was he being so sickeningly sweet? Folding your clothes on his own initiative…You already had a bad infection of some type, you didn’t need anything else.

duh ur sick 🙄

You’d kick him in the head with your foot if you weren’t so week and buried under so many blankets it feels like a ton of bricks is on top of you, rendering you unable to move. And he’s not wrong, though. You felt more tired than you think you had in several months. Tea soothing you, acting as a lullaby to drift you to sleep. Nose is as runny as ever, too. Maybe some sleep would do you good.

“Go do sleep” He said, as if reading your mind. You’d jump back in surprise if, again, you could move. He didn’t even need to turn his head to know how tired you were the second you stopped rocking back and forth to warm yourself. “I’ll be here.” He says. A Small voice, but something you heard loud and clear.

You can leave if you want!

He gave you a knowing look, like: I don’t think you want me to. And, as always, Seungmin was right. You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to climb in your bed and cuddle you to help you stay warm, not really caring if you got him sick. “I’ll stay.” He says definitively. You know he’s not gonna budge. And quite frankly, you don’t want him to. Honestly, you only told him he didn’t have to as a formality. “I’ve got food and a phone charger. Plus, you” he chuckled. “That’s what friends are for.” He shrugs like: welp that’s my job. And neither of you want to think too much about how you don’t want the word friends to be the only thing people describe you as.

You made me tea already tho…

“That, I did.”

You smile to yourself, comfortable silence sitting between the two of you, you falling into an even more tired state as the clock ticks on, and on, and on, and on. Finally, you take the last swig of your now room temperature tea. Still tastes good, you think. And Seungmin is still on your floor.

A while later and— You’re half asleep when you ask him. That’s what you blame it on. If you had your minds about you, maybe you would've paid more attention to how he was getting to the bottom of your laundry basket and how you definitely did NOT want him to see your underwear. See? You were Delirious and sick, you ask

“Man, that tea was so good I could kiss you. Wanna?” You slur your words, nodding off. Your hand is over your feverish and aching head, trying to keep the pain at bay. You don't even realize what you're saying when you do. Only thinking of it as something more than just a simple question to your best friend when he looks at you differently than he ever has. No fear is behind his perfect eyes though. Rather, love and warmth for you is the only thing that adorns them. He stops folding mid-shirt, a couple others on his lap. And all he does for the next minute is look into your eyes

You don't shrink back, fearing that if you do, you'll miss something in his eyes, telling you what his next move is. You almost want to say you're sorry. But really, you're not by bringing it up. You have the urge to kiss him most of the time he's around you, why not at least make it known? Him placing the clothes with the others folded neatly in a pile and inching closer to you brings you out of your thoughts. You look him up and down, your palms glued to your sides as he leans over your figure in your bed. All his weight on his knuckles on either side is you. And you can hear him swallow the lump formed in his throat before speaking, "Sure, we can kiss after you stop coughing so I don't get infected. Once you can talk, too." You see a smile adorning his eyes and you can't help but look down in admiration at him as he sinks back to your floor to fold the remainder of your clothes.

Because of how out of it your were, you don't think much about it, only smiling to yourself as a blissful feeling as relaxed as his expression fills your body. Suddenly you feel warm and at peace. And you can finally drift away into sleep.

A couple minutes later and he's patting your clothes to get them a little neater inside your drawer and scooting the laundry basket away. He wants to say something, to talk to you more about what you had just suggested and what he'd said. Not taking it back, bacuse, you were well, you, he'd be a fool not to jump at the opportunity to be close to you like that. He presses his lips together as he remembers how much he dreams about it. And he's about to step away but then, a spur of the moment choice, he leans back and whispers to your sleeping form, "I'd like that more than you'd imagine. Sleep well, please get better."

He says the last part honestly. But really, this was you he was talking about. You getting better meant he could kiss you. Fast recovery equills faster he can fill you soft as butter lips on his. He wants to you get better, he swears, but you kissing him just made it all the more better.

A few days later and you text him that you're feeling better. You would've called but you didn't want him to know about all the excitement in your voice just yet. Did he really need to know? You two had still kept in contact with each other those few days . But with the passing of time all he could think about and do was coming over again and again-- making you hot drinks to warm you. As nice as they felt in your stomach and on your tongue, his smile to you placing the hot drink on your bedside table is what really made your insides heat up before taking the first sip. Mouth never burned, but cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

He practically jumped up from where he was sitting when he got your text. He takes a breath as his fingers hover over the keypad. "You sure?" He laughs when he gets sent back a wordless picture of you flipping him off. Guess so, he thinks.

And now, here he is, hot drinks in his hand that he insisted on making for you again. You guide his hands to put them on the bedside table, now not so littered with tissues you didn't even know where the bottom is.

His hands find their way to your forearms. Seungmin, careful as ever as he looks into your eyes for whatever reaction you wanted out of him. If it all was a joke? Or if you did really wanna try. All he knew is that he liked you. So so so much. And he wanted, no needed to have this with you. but if it was a joke he didnt think he could handle it. His lips sink into yours. Softly. Like the breath of air you and him breath out at the contact.

His finger tips trail up and down your arms, running slow delicate circles right above your elbows. He wants to gasp you tighter, make sure you never can leave leave… at least for the time being. But he can’t seem to find the will to move from this perfect place he’s in with you. Even an inch. You, with your pretty couple fingers locked behind his neck. You, and him, making warmth spread throughout the both of your body’s as if he’s your own personal radiator. You might not still be sick and shivering cold, but you don’t temper feeling this wonderfully warm before this. Were you somehow always this cold beforehand?

A breeze seems to flow through your body even thought the windows aren’t open. Carrying with it the sweet smell of his cologne, smiles and new beginnings. Bringing the smell of his world to yours in a way it hadn’t been before. The breeze flowing through both of you and carrying something spring like and new.

~~End

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