#so it was a relief and then they kiss some more

[fleurre]

DODGING THEIR KISSES ⋆ 엔하이픈

enha x gn! reader. in which ⸝⸝  you dodge away when they try to kiss you. genre: fluff. cw: kissing. wc: 1.1k.

you were lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone when you felt the bed dip beside you. “ready to sleep?” heeseung asked, crawling into his usual spot beside you. you nodded, putting your phone away on the bedside table. “come here.” heeseung said softly, pulling you into his arms. he was about to press a goodnight kiss to your forehead like he always does, but you quickly moved away, dodging his kiss. heeseung stared at you, his brows furrowed together as a million thoughts swirled through his mind. were you upset? mad at him? did something bad happen? the worried frown on his face was enough for you to break your act. “sorry seungie, it was just a prank.” you smiled apologetically. heeseung let out a breath of relief, “you’re so funny.” he said sarcastically, but his arms pulled you back in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “please don’t do that again.”

“huh?” jay looked at you with nothing but pure confusion when you sidestepped him to dodge his kiss. you looked back at him with your best poker face, taking in a deep breath as you tried to hold back your laughter, but he took that as a sign that you were mad at him. “look, i’m sorry, but i was really hungry!” he rambled frantically, “i’ll go buy some more for you tonight.” now it was your turn to be confused. “what?” “aren’t you mad because i ate your leftover pizza?” “...you what?” “i’m sorry!” jay quickly apologised, pulling you into a hug. “please don’t be mad.” he mumbled against the top of your head. you blinked, taking a moment to comprehend his confession, and when you did, you let out a laugh at the unexpected turn of events. “so… you’re not mad?” jay asked, perplexed by your reaction. “no, but you better buy some pizza for dinner tonight.”

“i got you a drink.” jake said, “memorised your order and everything.” he added with a proud smile. “oh, thanks!” you said gratefully, about to give him a thank you kiss, but you had to stop yourself, remembering the prank you had planned. jake noticed your hesitation and leaned in, but you caught on and turned your face away from him. “no kiss?” jake teased, placing his hands on the armrest of your chair and leaned in even closer. your eyes widened at his sudden proximity, and you looked away, knowing well that you would give in if you stared at him for even just a moment longer. jake chuckled and moved in even closer, his face was now only inches away from yours. “let’s see how long you can resist me.” jake whispered, his eyes bore into you with a cocky tilt of his head. and of course, he gets exactly what he wants.

sunghoon’s face dropped into a frown. “hey, not nice.” “huh?” you looked back at him with a innocent smile, as if you didn’t just intentionally dodge his kiss. sunghoon leaned in again, and you quickly backed away, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. “hey!” sunghoon laughed, “why are you doing this?” “doing what?” he rolled his eyes and tried to kiss you again for the third time, to which you skilfully swerved past. “come on!” sunghoon groaned, looking at you in frustration. you laughed as you took another step away from him, but he didn’t let you get far, pulling you back in with an arm around your waist. “where do you think you’re going?” he didn’t give you a chance to react as he grabbed you by the jaw, claiming your lips with his. when he pulled away, there was a satisfied smirk on his face. “that’s more like it.”

sunoo’s mouth was wide open when he realised you had just dodged his kiss on purpose. he immediately gives you the side eye, looking you up and down. “did you just dodge my kiss?” he asked in disbelief, his hand covering his mouth. “what?” you feigned innocence, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from laughing at his dramatic reaction. “fine, if that’s what you want.” sunoo huffed, turning around with his arms crossed. “no kisses for you today.” your mouth widened at his words, “no! ‘noo, i’m sorry.” you tried to reach for his hand, but he quickly pulled away from you, a pout on his lips. “no holding hands either.” luckily, it only took you a few minutes of doting over him to win him back, and you made sure to shower him with kisses and hugs just so he would stop sulking. 

jungwon was confused at first when you dodged his kiss. he was just going to give you a small peck but you turned your head away, so he thought that maybe it was an accident, and tried to give you another kiss. when you dodged his second kiss, he starts to get worried. “what’s wrong?” he asked, eyeing you carefully. “nothing.” “do you not want to kiss me?” the saddened look on his face made you falter, and you were torn between continuing the prank and peppering him with kisses. jungwon took your silence as a yes, and his shoulders dropped dejectedly. “can I kiss you? please?” he asked softly, his eyes looking at you pleadingly. you pouted, feeling guilty about the prank and immediately gave him a big hug, “i’m sorry won, it was just a prank. of course you can kiss me.” jungwon let out a sigh and shook his head in disappointment. “you better give me lots of kisses now.” you laughed, happily complying to his wishes. 

“oh, so is this what we’re doing today?” riki eyed you in amusement when you had dodged his third kiss that morning. “what do you mean?” you looked at him innocently, but there was a playful smile on your face that he knew too well. riki grinned widely, slowly making his way over to you with his arms outstretched. “let’s see just how many kisses you can dodge.” you ran away quickly, laughter filling the air as he chased you down, and when he finally got his hands on you, he started to tickle you relentlessly, making you double down in laughter. “s-stop!” you breathed, trying to push his arms away. riki finally stopped, resting his hands on your waist so you can’t run away. “are you still gonna dodge my kisses?” you shook your head, taking a moment to catch your breath. “no. you win.” riki smiled triumphantly, diving down to give you a small peck on the lips. 

[erwinsvow]

omg please do something about comforting rafe after his shitty day, like him trying shed a tear while laying on ur chest while u scratch his back and him being all needy for ur touch like nuzzling his nose into ur neck ughhh 🫣🫣

being nice to rafe was all too easy for you, even though he never felt like he deserved it.

you don't know exactly what had happened today. you'd been out with friends and then home with your family all day, but only because rafe had been busy. you knew it wasn't necessarily good, but you'd drop your plans in a heartbeat if rafe was free.

so you had gone all day without him—which was fine. you were able to handle it, you'd even had a good day.

but you had forgotten something—something important. so concerned with your own dependency on rafe and how much you wanted to see him, but still trying to behave as normally as possible around him, you didn't remember that rafe had also gone all day without you.

and normally, he could handle that too. if he was having a good day.

bad days without you were something entirely different for rafe, something close to unbearable. he couldn't pinpoint exactly why or when this had started, but over time, it had turned into a beast of its own.

even thinking about it made him angry. all rafe knew was that if he didn't see you in the next ten minutes, he was either going to break a door or break someone's bones.

and you, like the good girl you are, come open your door the second you hear rafe's truck pull up. it doesn't take long for you to see something's wrong, inviting rafe inside and both of you staying silent while you get up to your bedroom.

a haven of soft blankets and sweet-smelling candles, your room is your safe space. you hadn't realized it was rafe's too.

the thing with you and rafe has been, for some time now, that you don't need words to communicate all the time. sometimes looking at each other is enough to tell the other what's going on, and today was one of those times.

when rafe comes in, you close the door gently behind the two of you and then take a seat on the bed. he's still standing at the foot of the bed, and you glance up.

rafe looks, more than anything, tired. and you don't need to know why, or what caused it, or to ask him what's wrong. you just need him to feel better.

you take his hand in yours, smiling up at him when he finally glances down. you move up, resting against the headboard and trying to make as much space as possible for your boyfriend, even though he can never fit on your bed. still holding his hand, you tug it until he comes and joins you.

with still no words, you let him rest his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair. at first he just lays there but after a few minutes, you feel his hands snake around your waist, hearing a small sigh of what you hope is relief. and knowing that he feels better, you feel a little better too.

the two of you stay like that for a while—though you don't mind. you don't want it to end. rafe is always taking care of you and this feels like your chance to take care of him.

when rafe finally shuffles and gets up to sit beside you, you hear a quiet sniffle and look down to see some wet marks on your shirt. you immediately look up at rafe, taking his hand into yours again.

"it's gonna be okay, rafe." you really mean it, and you hope he believes you.

"yeah," he clears his throat and you look away, focusing on the pattern of your quilt. rafe lifts your face towards him, fingers moving to your jaw and tilting you in his direction, before he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. "thanks, kid."

[endless-ineffabilities]

the sapphire and his sun

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

Musings about Aemond Targaryen and the only one he truly needs. His one true hope and love. His beloved wife.

a/n : i had to write something after that episode! holy Aemond! This pretty much wrote itself and I could expand it in the future ~ if inspiration strikes true!

word count : <2k ▪︎ masterlist

Aemond used to think his only solace was himself.

His mother had never been much of a mother in her own right, too muddled in the web of deceit that she and Otto spin at their fancy. Criston posited as something of a father figure, but his true loyalty is to his Queen. His brother has always been a wastrel, and his sister wasting away in her own mind.

Aemond never had anyone. Not truly.

Until you.

He still remembers the day you walked into his life, a lone ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds of stormy grey. You appeared to be a frail-hearted young lady, eager to please and to be a devoted wife to her prince. All the while he saw your spirit dimmed from being offered by her House to be Prince Aemond's newly betrothed.

All to secure an alliance.

There was no promise of loyalty or love. Being the prince, he is able to take into bed any whore he wishes. But one look at you - just the one - and all thought of any other lover vanished from his mind.

The first night he was supposed to take you to bed and consummate your marriage, the meek cast in your eyes had disappeared, and in its place a defiant glint he hadn't seen before.

"If I am to be used by my prince, I will do it with the remaining shred of my dignity. I will not cry, I will not beg for a life I have already lost. If all that I am now is a vessel for duty, then so be it." You looked at him, as if for the first time, and with the flames dancing across your face, Aemond would remember that moment as when his sun first shone down on him.

He felt his anger flare for but a moment, his constant fear of being betrayed taking over him. Had everything been an act? Was this to be a marriage of unpleasantry and resentment?

But it quickly dawned on him that the act - the betrayal - was that if his wife was willing to play a fool and dance under his strings like some marionette.

He preferred this. He preferred you.

"Mayhaps I will not bed you tonight, my lady wife. Not yet," he had said, your face slowly twisting in surprise. "I will let you keep more than just your dignity, for you will also possess the choice. Trust that it is only for the time being, at least, until it is imperative that I produce an heir. From this moment forward, I swear to take no else to bed as it is my oath as your husband."

He watched the minute switches in your expression. The wariness. The confusion. The relief. And he already felt it then, as silly as the notion might be, that you had recognised who he really was and that you accepted him.

Aemond was no scoundrel. He wasn't a villain in your story. He wasn't some mighty, untouchable prince.

He was a boy. He was now your husband. He had decency. He had a heart.

And you may not have yet realised, but this heart - wretched as it might have been - he was surrendering it to you.

With the turn of the moon came ill tidings - the death of his father Viserys. Although he was also not much of a father to begin with. Aemond felt numb to it all and there was no time for any emotion to take root, for the conspiracy festered like an open wound. His brother was to be made king.

"Must you go and find him?" you asked. "What if something were to happen?"

He had been blank and unfeeling, unsure of what to make his father's passing. But then, some warmth bloomed in him at your concern. His darling wife cared. He hadn't yet been allowed to indulge in the pleasures of your flesh, but your nights were filled with conversation and confiding.

He took your hands and pressed a kiss atop each one. "It is I who understands Aegon's doings, my wife. Ser Criston is in need of my aid. My brother would sooner sail away than fulfil his duty, which is why he must return at all cost."

"Let him sail away. Let him go and live as he pleases, husband. He never possessed the temperament of a king. You on the other hand... "

His father is dead. His brother could be gone. The enemy encroaches.

But gods be damned, you believed in him.

Aemond didn't know for certain what happiness felt like, he'd never had a single taste of it. And how morbid it was for him to possibly feel it then. But...

"You would make a far better ruler than anyone, and I don't just say that because I am your wife."

Happiness. How fascinating.

How utterly... simple.

For he realised that he had felt it before. Not even in grand moments, no, but in the littlest of things.

He had felt it when you once laughed in pure bliss when he first rode with you atop Vhagar.

When you would help fasten him into his training armour.

When he would watch as you read one of your stories.

His happiness was standing right in front of him. His ray of light, his sun.

And his sun persisted even when he singlehandedly cast the realm into macabre blacks and greens.

Shaken and despondent, he stumbled into your chambers to deliver the news to you first. In the passing hour, everything will change. Will you turn on him too?

"It was an accident," he confessed. "I thought I could control Vhagar, but... she is her own beast. She always has been. I admit I was angry and it was my folly to seek vengeance, but I did not mean to... " His voice broke, and he felt your finger wipe at something wet from his cheek.

He did not even notice that he was crying.

You still said nothing, so he grew frightful. What if nothing he said would ever be enough? No explanation, no apology. He can't lose his light.

"I never held any love for him," he carried on painfully, "but he was my blood. And I... I just - "

"It wasn't your fault, Aemond."

A ray of hope. A remaining strength.

You repeat, "I believe you, and it wasn't your fault."

It mattered not whether his mother would shun him, or his grandsire would frown upon his gruesome action. Rhaenyra was coming for him, as sure as dragonfire, and he would soon have to face the consequences of his actions.

But none of that worried him, not then.

He had to stay alive, however he can, so that he can protect you. It was not remiss of him to overlook that the ladywife of Lucerys' apparent murderer would also have a target on her back.

Aemond knew that the fight was inevitable, and he was going to win it. For you.

In tears, in love, in pale shades of grief, he kissed you with everything he had in him.

A solemn promise. A declaration of love.

"No one shall know the truth of it, my love."

"What do you mean?"

"They will not know, but you will. And that is all that matters. There is no stopping it now and I must face the war head on. What the realm will come to accept is that I intended to fell my nephew and that I do not regret doing so. They have to fear me. This is how I can keep you safe."

"Aemond - "

"Do you trust me?"

The only thing that mattered, the one answer that decided whether he bent or broke. The Seven Kingdoms were to be covered in gloom and shadow, its fields marred with blood and many a broken bone.

His world, however - his world still had light.

"I trust you. With everything I have, I do."

[b1ravenclaw]

Azriel has a mate and when he starts spending time with Elain. She becomes distant.

She sees the almost kiss with Rhys and she leaves and Rhys doesn’t say anything for her.

She eventually comes back and is in “fuck him. I’m a bad bitch” era and Azriel has to grovel hard cause she isn’t taking any shit.

You can end it however you want.

Relief

note: I hope I did it justice :)

warnings: unedited, angst

The almost kiss was just the cherry on top of the fucking cake. 

It started slow, of course, but it went at a slow steady pace. Always there to nag at my insides, something so silly and small I could not complain, really. So what if he was befriending the High Lady’s sister, it was expected she made some friends considering her abrupt start at fae life. What was not expected was Azriel would altogether stop making time for you. His mate. His fucking mate.

The lingering glances he once shared with you were now hers, his attention once solely yours was now solely hers. And you did not want to believe, when you clinged to hope on those cold nights alone that he may only be distracted because of his harsh work. You supposed he avoided your touch because his insecurities of not being enough may have crawled and found its way inside him again. 

But, alas, it was not it. It was just her. Fucking Elain, and she was not to blame. He was. How could he neglect his mate? His other half. How could he be so vile and cruel, not only to you, but to himself as well. He did not expect you to forgive him, did he? Or to never find out? 

You did not know what was worse. That, until you saw the look on Rhysand’s face, when his violet eyes left anger daggers at Azriel, to you they only emanated pity. Pure pathetic pity. His mouth opened and closed a few times, the High Lord of Night at a loss of words, congratu-fucking-lations Azriel. 

The walk to your room was shameful, glamouring yourself as to not be seen by no one, not wanting to wait for him, to hear what Rhys had in store for him. You just wanted to go away, your things were quick to be packed, and Kallias and Vivienne were not alarmed to see you at their palace doors unannounced. However they were alarmed by the sad glimmer in your eyes, tears refusing to be dropped and, instead, freezing. Your lashes starting to become white with the cold.

“Oh Dear.” Was all Vivienne, your cousin, said. Your only family member alive. The family you would have now that Azriel fucked everything up. Your hopes of having a family crushed right before you, and you let it happen. Had you fighted him would it have changed anything? Would his interest in Elain have died down or grown further more? You felt your heart growing colder. Vivienne had asked if you wanted company sleeping tonight, but you refused. You did not want her to see how much you could cry about it, and when you thought it was over you felt it. Over the bond you felt it, his feelings, and it wasn’t remorse, it wasn’t sadness or even anger. He felt nothing, almost as if he was feeling contemptment. As if he was fucking relieved you left. 

You cried until sunrise, shame sent you to sleep and hunger woke you up the next morning.

Your stomach was empty and growling, and you were in desperate need of a shower. But the first thing you did that morning was neither bathe or eat. You looked in the mirror at your disheveled image, at your red puffy eyes you focused on your feeling of emptiness and hopelessness and sent that perfectly destroyed image down the golden thread connecting you to the winged male, and closed it. You looked your heart and mind at seven keys, never to be opened again, never to be toyed with. 

That morning after bathing and brushing your long hair you cut it at shoulder length, you found your best dress, one that had a high detailed neckline and went past your feet. 

“Y/n.” Said Kallias, surprised, “Good morrow.”

“Good morrow, my lord.” You said with a courtesy. “My lady.”

“Y/n, your hair… it’s different.”

“And so am I, I thought it would be fitting. Don’t you?”

“Of course.”  Her voice was soft, as if she was scared if she spoke too strongly you would break. But you could not be broken, not anymore. 

“I was…”

“You don’t need to say what happened if you do not wish to y/n, you are always welcome at our home. Your home.” Kallias said, ever the High Lord. 

“Thank you, Kallias. But I wish to, just to clear things up. As I suppose they will want to contact me.”

“Rhysand may have sent word, as well as your mate.”

“I would appreciate it if you called him by his name, as he is no longer my mate.” They both inhaled sharply, the food at the table left untouched. “I supposed I saw it coming, he… Well, he took interest in another female. It has been quite sometime. The final straw was, well, his lack of respect for me and self control.” 

“Oh, y/n.” Vivienne was at my side, but it was Kallias voice that made my heart warm.

“Do you want me to end him?”

“As much as I would appreciate it, I know it would not be good, politically speaking.” 

“We can find our way around it.” “I’m sure you can. But… part of me wants him to live with it, see if he will suffer even if it’s a little.” 

“Your call, Vivienne’ family is my family. You know it.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

It was a week later the day you left, that Rhysand’s letter arrived. It was sealed and it smelled of the home you once cared for, one you did not wish to be in anymore. 

Dear y/n, 

I can not begin to imagine how you are feeling, I am writing to you to make sure you are safe  and well, as well as one can be in your situation. Kallias sent word you are with him and Vivienne, but alas please tell me if you need anything I can help with.  

We all miss you dearly, unfortunately word got out faster than  I could contain, we are all mad at him, and I forbade him to contact you. 

He would like to speak to you, but you owe him nothing. 

I hope to see you soon.

Your dear friend, High Lord of Night, Rhysand.

You answered the letter a few days later, letting him know Azriel was not to contact you, or else he would die. You didn’t think they believed it, you could never kill Azriel, even now. It was a month after that you saw Feyre and Rhysand, and how you missed them. All of them, they were your family once too and as if sensing your insecurity Feyre whispered in your ear as she left that you were still family, and as much as you would like to believe it, you knew they  would never turn on Azriel. 

Eight months later you felt strong enough to return to the night court, Vivienne and Kallias held you as much as possible, but when you were strongly inclined to retrieve the rest of your belongings yourself they hugged you goodbye. And when the inevitable happened, when you crossed his path despite Rhysand telling you he made sure Azriel had left before you arrived. When you looked into his almond eyes, that once gave you immense joy, you felt nothing, almost contempt. You felt relieved, that he could not affect you anymore, would not affect you anymore.

“My love…” “Azriel, it’s Y/n to you. Or Winter Court emissary.” 

“Y/n, please, don’t do this, let’s talk.”

“I will do as I please, Spymaster. Just like you did all those months ago.”

“I made a mistake.”

“And I hope it was worth, I hope you at least got to fuck her.”

“I didn’t. I lo-”

“Oh, that’s a shame. So you did really throw it all away, over what? A silly kiss? It truly is pathetic, Azriel.”

“Y/n, I should never have allowed myself to be lured away from my mate, I see that now.” “Lured away?” You scoffed, you could hear heavy footsteps approaching the room, probably Cassian’s. But you did not care for it. “Is that what you call it? Did she poison you?” “No?”

“Did she give you a love potion?”

“No, she didn’t.” “Did she enchant you with a spell?”

“No, and it does not matter, I shouldn’t-” “Then you were not lured Spymaster, maybe by your own lust and desire, but it was nothing you were physically weak against. She did not force you. You chose to betray me the moment you chose to spend time with her over me. “

“And I am so sorry.” His voice was broken, but you couldn't care less. You wished for him to hurt. “As you should be, and I hope Elain ends up being happier with Lucien than I ever was with you.” And as he tried to call you, tried to tug at the bond you once cherished with all your heart, it was much too easy to drown it all out, to distract yourself catching up with his family, your friends. You slept peacefully, the weight lifted off of your shoulders. The next morning it was much easier to put on the Winter Court colors and behold the tasks ahead of you, to serve your new High Lord. Your new court.

[swarvey]

how they would propose | sdv bachelors x g/n!reader | part two

-> summary: in game, the farmer is always the one to present the mermaid's pendant to their lover — what if it was the other way around?

pt. 1

a/n: here are the rest of the boys! i'll do the bachelorettes next, i might do all of them in one post. sorry for the slow updates y'all <3

harvey

wants it to be a completely special, private moment between the two of you

he knows how prone he is to getting overly anxious about moments like this, so he prepares months beforehand

if there is one thing in life he refuses to mess up, it's his proposal to you

and what's more flawless than tying everything back to the start?

harvey smiles as he watches your eyes grow big, following the sun as it steadily heads for the horizon. the hot air balloon rises into the sky slowly, to his relief — a little extra time to prepare never hurts.

a couple seasons ago, on a rainy, fall day, harvey had told you he had some errands to run before heading down to the beach. he'd been slightly shocked to actually see the old mariner standing there in the rain, despite the speculations that had always circled around town. despite the fact he was apparently a ghost, he had actually been patient with harvey, answering all of his questions with wisdom and guidance.

after nearly two hours of standing under his umbrella, harvey had finally made up his mind, handing a small bag of coins to the old mariner in exchange for the pendant.

"took ya long enough," the older man huffed as he handed the necklace over.

now, harvey waits until the air balloon is higher up in the sky before gently reaching for your hand. you look at him, a small smile on your lips.

"are you enjoying this as much as the first time i brought you up here?" he asks sweetly.

"maybe a little more," you admit, looking over the side again. "i was a bit nervous coming up here in the first place, you know, and seeing you all stiff and anxious didn't help."

"you can hardly blame me!" he laughs. "my fear of heights is deathly, i only did it because you were there with me."

"yeah? and how about now?"

"well, nothing's changed, has it?" he squeezes your hand, looking down at your intertwined fingers. "you're still here."

"i am."

when his eyes meet yours again, he feels warmth bloom across his chest — the setting sunlight seems to make you glow, and he suddenly feels unstoppable.

you squint at him, trying to read his face. "you know," you start softly, "you have the same look on your face as you did back then."

"i do?"

"yeah, you do." you pause, watching as his other hand reaches for his pocket. "harvey, are you—"

"y/n," he interrupts, "that day, when the two of us were up here for the first time, i felt something i never did before — i felt brave, strong. i never thought i was capable of feeling that way, but you proved me wrong, as you always seem to do, and i can only hope i make you feel at least somewhat the same way." he inhales deeply, feeling his face burn red as he takes out his hand from this pocket and opens his fist, the mermaid's pendant gleaming in the light.

"harvey," you breathe, rendered speechless as your eyes widen even more than before.

"you mean the world to me and more, honey," he says quietly, and you can hear the tears he's holding back. "i promise i will do everything in my power to make you as happy as you've made me, so please . . .

"will you marry me?"

after a beat, you let go of his hand, and harvey's heart drops.

then, you grab the necklace and pull it over your head, watching as it shines against your neck.

"yes, harvey," you answer, smiling widely up at him. "the answer has always been a yes."

tears finally fall from his face as he gently kisses you, resting his forehead against yours before pulling you to his chest.

"thank you," he whispers. "i promise, i won't let you down."

you laugh. "this isn't a business contact, you know."

"i know, i know, it's just . . ." he grabs your hand again, pressing a firm kiss on the back of it. "you've already done so much for me, dear," he says, the sun finally dipping beneath the mountains.

"it's time for me to return the favor."

sam

bought it like a week ago since it happened to be raining and he was on the beach

i mean, you'll say yes, right? there's no reason for you not to. so why should he be nervous? he's not nervous at all. not one bit.

at least, that's what he keeps telling himself as he keeps scheduling a bunch of dates with you, thinking there'll be a moment during one of them when he'll make his move

(the moment has yet to come, by the way)

sam slaps his face sharply as he paces around his room, continuously glancing at the clock. he honestly can't believe the pendant is still in the small pouch his mom gave him and not around your neck — her scolds after he returned home with the necklace still in his hands for the fifth time rings in his ears.

"sam, this is an important moment in both of your lives!" she had said, hands sternly placed on her hips. "you can't keep making these plans, just to avoid them at the last second because you're scared. you need to go show them how much you love them, properly!"

he shivers. his mom rarely ever yells at him, so he knows she must have been serious. how was i supposed to know proposing would be this scary?

after realizing he was due to meet you in a few minutes, sam rushedly left his home, heading towards the park where he told you to meet him. he smiles as he sees you sitting on the swing, but before he can get a word out, you're standing up and walking to him, face scrunched in worry.

"sam, is everything alright?" you ask, fidgeting with your fingers. "i've been thinking about it, and you've been worrying me a bit."

"worrying? why?" he grabs the sides of your arms gently, tilting his head. "did i . . . do something wrong?"

"i mean, no?" you shake your head slightly, sighing. "it's just, you've been asking to do so many things, which is great! this just isn't what we normally do. i'm a little worried you're not telling me something."

"wh-what?" he stutters, huffing and shrugging his shoulders. "honestly, sweetheart, i have no idea what you're talking about, really. i mean, do i seem like the type to hide something from you?"

you stare at him blankly for a moment. then, you deflate, a twinge of sadness in your eyes.

"are you breaking up with me?" you question quietly. "is that what this is? because i'd really rather you not drag it on like this, sam—"

"whoa, whoa, what?! break up with you? are you crazy?" he half-shouts, his own heart breaking that he made you think that. "baby, no, i would never."

"i don't know what to think!" you exclaim, a sudden emotion taking over your voice. "you've been acting so odd recently, i didn't know what to think."

he shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh. guess this is what i get for not listening to mom.

"here, why don't i just show you?"

"what?"

trying his best to keep his hands from shaking, sam reaches into his back pocket, holding up the small pouch in front of you.

"you see, i, uh, have been trying to figure out the right way to give you this," he finally admits, running his other hand through his hair nervously. "every time we went out together, i thought i would figure it out, but i guess i couldn't. i'm sorry for worrying you, y/n, i really am — i hope you can forgive me, though, or else i seriously have no idea what i'll do with this."

you open your mouth to question him once more, but before you can ask, he opens the pouch and lets the mermaid's pendant fall into the palm of his hand.

"i love you so, so much, honey, more than my words can describe," he rushes passionately, voice determined as he bends his head down and lifts the pendant up. "all i know is, being with you makes everything feel new again. like, the music we listen to, the places we go, the food we eat, everything is better when i do it with you. if i'm being honest, i'm not a hundred percent sure what comes after this, but i do know that i think we'll be okay, as long as we're together." keeping his head down, mainly to hide his flushed face, sam lifts the necklace even higher. "i guess what i'm asking is, will you marry me, y/n?"

sam feels your hand cup his chin to tip his face back up, revealing to him your watery eyes and pink cheeks.

"of course i'll marry you, sam, that's all you had to ask," you say, laughing lightly.

he stands up straight suddenly, whooping and throwing his arms in the air before picking you up and spinning you around. after putting you down, he hastily puts the pendant around your neck and kisses you, feeling your hand entangle itself in his hair as he pulls you close.

"you're such a dork," you tease after pulling away. "what were you so nervous about?"

"what were you so nervous about?" he fires back, crossing his arms and raising a brow. "did you seriously think i would break up with you?"

"like you gave me a reason to believe otherwise! when have we ever gone on dates for an entire week straight? we usually just sit in your room!"

"hey, we do more stuff than that!"

you look at each other in annoyance for a moment before bursting into laughter. unbeknownst to the two of you, abigail and sebastian had seen the whole thing as they were passing by, looking at each other in amusement as they continue toward the town.

"they sound like a married couple already," seb grumbles, and abigail laughs.

"just shows they were meant to be."

sebastian

similar to harvey, he wants his proposal to be for your eyes only, so he decides to do it while the two of you are alone at the lake near his house

determined to do the whole thing by himself, but his mom ends up seeing the jewelry in his room

got the pendant the last summer, it’s the start of spring now

(he’s spent every night since then falling asleep with it in his hands)

sebastian waits for you anxiously near the edge of the water, looking at the pendant in his hand. part of him still can’t believe this is his reality — someone like him, getting married? he scoffs, covering the jewelry with his fist and looking out towards the lake. the water shines under the moonlight, soothing his heart just a bit.

“seb!”

just like that, his sense of peace is gone, blood rushing to his face as he turns to greet you. he smiles softly; you’re wearing one of the coats he gave you since it didn’t end up fitting him properly. he always thought you’ve looked good in his clothes.

“hey,” he greets, hugging you to his side and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “how was your day?”

“a bit busy,” you sigh, melting into his arm. “spring always jumps on me before i know it.” he hums, subconsciously pulling you closer as he plans out his next words. “how about you? everything okay?”

“hm? yeah, ‘course,” he replies, the necklace clutched tightly in his hand. “just . . . couldn’t sleep that well, is all.”

“why? are you feeling okay?” you ask worriedly, turning to face him.

“stop worrying.” he pokes your forehead, pushing you lightly. he huffs a laugh at your frown. “i had some stuff on my mind.”

“like what?”

like his mom’s advice. seb chews his lip as he quickly thinks back to what his mom had said after finding the necklace lying on his desk.

“this is a serious decision, seb,” she’d said, sitting with him in his room. “you’re sure you want this?”

“of course i am,” he’d retorted sharply. he’s always been a bit defensive over you. “why wouldn’t i?”

she’d sighed, smiling at him warmly. “that’s not what i meant. i’m over the moon about this, i am, i just want to make sure you understand what marriage means.” she paused, lightly placing a hand over his. he’d let her, just that once. “promise me you won’t treat it lightly, okay? they deserve the world, you know that.”

seb smiles slightly. though he’ll never admit it, he’s glad his mom spoke to him.

“about you, actually,” he replies. “i’ve been thinking about you a lot recently.”

“oh yeah? am i that hard to resist?” you say jokingly.

he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t disagree. instead, he calmly shows you the necklace in his hand, silently reading your reaction. your eyes widen, darting between the pendant and his face.

“i’ve never met anyone like you, y/n,” he finally says, swallowing thickly after hearing how shaky his voice has gotten. “you know it’s never been easy for me to open up to people, but it never really felt that way with you. you always seem to know what to say, no matter what i talk to you about. i mean, seriously, i don’t really get it still, but i do know it would be stupid of me to let someone like you go.”

“as if i were going anywhere,” you say, voice watery and quiet.

he gently grabs one of your hands, intertwining your fingers.

“well, now i know i’ve got you all to myself,” he replies amusedly. “i’ll take that as a yes?”

laughing, you lightly push him away. “you didn’t even ask me!”

“fine, fine— y/n, will you do me the highest honors and stay by my side for the rest of—“

“alright, stop, stop! you ass.” he laughs as you smack his arm, feigning hurt before grinning. “i could say no, you know.”

“yeah, sure you could, sweetheart.” he places the necklace around you and uses it to pull you to him once more, wrapping an arm around you to kiss you lovingly, the moon brightly shining down on the two of you, as if it approves.

“i’m sure you could.”

[sturnioloisland]

You know what to do | M.S.

Pairing: Matt x Pianist!Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW below the cut, Semi-public (if you squint), Matt being whipped for the reader. MDNI. (Not proofread either🫶🏻)

Summary: You’re about to perform in a major piano audition that will determine the fate of your future. Obviously, you’re freaking out. Luckily, Matt knows a way to help you calm down.

Today was a big day for you. In fact it was more than just a big day for you, it was one of the most important days of your life. You were about to perform in front of a panel of judges that will, quite literally, determine whether or not you are good enough to attend their school. It has been your dream since you were a little girl to attend this school. You have been practicing nonstop preparing for this audition for almost a year now. To say you were sufficiently prepared would be an understatement; however, it certainly did not feel that way to you.

Your hands trembled over the keys of the piano in the room you were warming up in. You had kept messing up parts of the music that you knew like the back of your hand, but emotions were running high and the feeling of anxiety wasn’t helping.

You stood from the piano bench and began pacing the room. You had texted Matt the directions to your practice room, so he can help calm you down. His presence was one that always brought some sort of peace to you. Your parents were unable to make it to the audition with you, so obviously Matt was quick to volunteer to be there with you. You had about an hour till your audition time which would give you plenty of time to finish warming up and plenty of time to bask in Matt’s calming energy.

You started biting your nails as you felt the anxiety building in your chest. Your gaze was unfocused as you slowly paced the room. The trance that you found yourself in was broken when you heard a soft knocking on the door. Your head whipped in that direction and saw Matt peaking in through the small window that allowed him to peer in at you.

You let out a sigh of relief and rushed to open the door to let him in, your arms immediately wrapping around him and breathing in his scent — instantly bringing you some sense of peace. He was startled by the sudden affection, but was quick to wrap his arms around you. “I’m here, baby” he said as he rubbed a hand up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you.

“Matt, I can’t do this.” You confessed to him through a shaky breath. “I can’t go out there in front of the judges. I can’t play my music right. I’m not ready for this. I’m gonna fail my audition, and then I’m not going to go to this school even though it’s what I’ve been dreaming of for–”

“Baby…baby take a deep breath,” Matt interrupted you, pulling away to cup your face in your hands, catching your eyes with his. “You know this music like the back of your hand. You’re not going to fail.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’re psyching yourself out. You’re gonna be okay.”

“But what if they don’t like my music?” You broke your gaze with him and moved to stare down at the floor. “What if I mess up?”

He smiled down at you “They’d be a fool to not love the music you play. You have a gift, darling.” He placed another kiss to your forehead, “and if you mess up, you keep moving forward. Don’t stop to correct yourself, just keep going. You know how to recover.”

He grabbed your hand gently and walked you over to the piano bench, having you sit down facing the keys of the piano. “Start off with something simple, like a few scales or something.” He ran his hands up and down the tops of your arms, still finding ways to comfort you while you play.

Your scales went smoothly, and with the new little confidence you had, you began to play short parts of your piece – specifically the parts you were struggling with earlier. Matt smiled from above you and rested his chin on the top of your head. “See baby, you’re doing good. You’ve always been good, but you’re just letting your stage fright get the best of you.”

“I’ve just never been the best when it comes to auditions.” You chuckled as you turned your body around on the piano bench. You wrapped you arms around Matt’s waist and rested your heard against his stomach, “Thank you, Matt.”

He placed a kiss on the top of your head and knelt down in front of you. “You’re the best when it comes to everything.” He grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on your palm. “You’re the best at taking care of me when I’m sick,” he began kissing each of your finger tips, “You’re the best passenger when we go on car rides together.” He let go of your hand and placed his head in his lap as he began tracing his hand down your leg over the top of the floor length gown you had chosen for your audition.

You ran your hand through his hair as his hand made its way under your gown, feeling his cold fingers run over your ankle and the back of your calf. “You know what to do, baby,” he lifted his head from your lap and brought your ankle towards him, placing a chaste kiss there, “you always know what to do.” His kisses moved from your ankle up your leg to your shin. “Just like you know what to do to pleasure me,” his fingers still tracing over your skin “you know how to take my cock so well,” his kisses moved farther up your leg as raised your dress to have the skirt of it resting on your lap, now placing his soft kisses on your inner thighs.

“Matt,” you inhaled, “We can’t.” You brought your hand to rest under his chin. “We can’t here. Someone could walk by the window on the door and see us.” You wanted him, desperately even, but you were put off by the fact that someone could potentially see you, and that your audition time was now less than thirty minutes away.

“I don’t care if someone sees us, darling.” He grabbed your hand that was cupping his chin and once again placed a kiss there. “They would see me giving my girl the treatment that she deserves.” He still sensed your hesitation, and brought his gaze to meet yours. “I’ll stop if you want me to, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

He held your gaze intently as you chewed on your lip, running through the decisions you could possibly make, finally settling on one. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“Thank you, baby.” He dipped his head back in between your legs and continued his kisses on your right thigh, eventually moving over to your left, trailing them higher and higher up. “Scoot out a little more so I can you reach you better.”

You rested your hands on the back of the bench and moved your lower body closer to Matt. “There you go, that’s better, baby.” He ran his fingers over your panties, chuckling at how damp they already felt. “Words can’t explain how bad I want to fuck you right now,” he said while grabbing the band of your underwear, tugging them down. You lifted you hips slightly allowing him to remove them completely. His fingers now tracing over your exposed pussy.

“This will just have to do.” He wastes no time diving his head back in between your legs, licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, suckling there for a few seconds before dipping his tongue back in between your folds. “God, you always taste so good for me baby.” His voice mumbled against your center.

“F-fuck, it feels so good Matt.” You said while your hands gripped the edge of the piano seat.

“Yeah?” He said, breaking his attention on your clit to place kisses around the area that you needed him most. “Tell me how badly you want it, baby. Tell me how badly you want my lips pressed against you. Tell me how badly you want my fingers inside of you.” He brought one of his fingers up to trace through your folds, spitting on your clit to make the area wetter than it already was. “Tell me how badly you want to come, baby.”

“So bad, Matt.” You said between deep breaths, feeling the overwhelming sense of arousal, “I want to so badly.”

“Well your wish is my command.” He said before diving his mouth back onto you, using his fingers to spread you open to have better access, eliciting a loud moan from you. “Careful darling, someone in the hallway might hear you.” You didn’t care now, the only thing you cared about was how good he was making you feel.

As his mouth was completely devouring you, his fingers moved down to your entrance and he slowly slipped one inside of you, curling it up. The only noises to be heard in the room were your whines and the obscene noises Matt was making between your legs.

“Fuck, it feels so good. You’re gonna make me come, baby.” He moaned against your clit and inserted another finger inside of you, now solely focused on bringing you to your release.

His fingers moved at a steady rhythm and the circles his tongue was making on your clit were constant enough to where you were feeling your orgasm building. “Let-let me come, Matt. Please, please I’m so close.”

He chuckled against you, only detaching himself for a few moments. “Of course baby, of course you can.” He said before diving back down on you, using his free hand to place one of your legs over his shoulder.

You began trying to grind your hips against him, moving your arm up to try and grip the piano behind you, causing a jumble of keys to be pressed. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and your body tensed as you felt it wash over you.

Matt moaned against you, his fingers moving in and out of you steadily to prolong your orgasm as much as he could. The noises you made were obscene and you felt tremors go through your body from the amount of pleasure that you felt.

He worked you through your orgasm, and only began slowing his pace when you were nearing the feeling of overstimulation. He removed his fingers from you, and licked them clean. “You did so good for me, just like you always do.” He once more placed kisses on your inner thigh, nipping slightly at the skin. “I can’t wait to get home and fuck you later.”

You were still trying to gain your composure as he removed your leg from his shoulder and began helping you put your panties back on. “God, I’m going to fuck you so good.”

He fixed the skirts of your dress and slowly stood from his position, cupping your face between his hands. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, smiling down at you. “Now, don’t you have a performance to get to?”

A/n: As someone with a music background, auditions are absolutely TERRIFYING. I hated them so much. Anyways, I hope you guys liked it :) feel free to send in any requests🫶🏻

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Heat on your skin

Written for the June pop-up challenge of the @steddieholidaydrabbles

Prompt: summer

Rated: E

Tags: Established relationship; Sunburn; Dom!Steve; Sub!Eddie; Dry humping; Thigh fucking; Lotion as lube; Anal sex; Orgasm denial

Notes: Mickala said "anything you might do in summer" and my brain went "lather your badly sunburnt beau in lotion, then fuck him until he goes cross-eyed". You're all welcome.

“Impressive. I didn't know skin could turn that color.” 

Eddie unburies his sweaty face from the pillow to glower at his boyfriend. Steve is standing beside the bed, topless and perfect. His hair, still damp and disheveled, is alight with golden highlights. His skin is bronzed, a delicate flush blooming on his chest and cheekbones. He's flipping a bottle of lotion in one hand, eyeing Eddie’s shoulders and back. His expression is teetering between horror and fascination. 

“Go ahead,” Eddie grumbles. “Ogle me like I'm some circus freak. Sun-kissed bastard.” 

If the sun kissed Steve, it punched Eddie square in the teeth. Swept out his feet from under him as he went down, then kicked him in the ribs before stepping over his limp body and walking away, laughing at his misery. 

Steve chuckles. The bed dips as he straddles Eddie’s thighs. 

“To be fair, I told you to put on sunscreen. Which you not only refused to do-” 

“Because it's sticky, gross and smells horrible.” 

“But also,” Steve continues. The bottle plops as he uncaps it. “You fell asleep.” 

“And you didn't wake me,” Eddie gripes. “I think we're both to blame, at least a- fuck, what's that?” 

“Aloe,” Steve says. He sets the bottle down on the mattress, then starts spreading the cold gel between Eddie’s shoulders. “It might sting a little, but it'll help. Quit squirming.” 

It doesn't just sting a little, it burns like a bitch. Eddie fists his hands into the pillow and tries taking slow, measured breaths, but can't keep his shoulders from twitching. 

“I said,” Steve rumbles. “Hold still.” 

The touch of his hands stays featherlight, but his stance shifts, trapping Eddie a little more firmly against the mattress. Through the thin fabric of their swim shorts, Eddie can feel Steve’s cock pressing against his thigh. He exhales a long breath, forcing himself to go limp and pliant under those hands. 

“There you go,” Steve hums. “Good boy.” 

Eddie’s own cock twitches against the sheets. 

Steve takes his sweet time with him, working his way down his back. After a while, the burnt skin begins to feel cooler in the wake of his touch. Eddie sighs, letting himself drift on the sweet relief of it - and on the different, more urgent heat that’s building at the base of his spine. Steve notices, because of course he does, the sly little fucker. 

“Shhh, baby,” he soothes. His fingers are painting little circles over Eddie’s hip bones now, brushing the seams of his shorts almost as if by accident. Eddie lets out a shaky moan, and Steve rolls his hips, slow and languid, cock slotting between Eddie’s thighs. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?” 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. And if it comes out more whimper than word? And if he sounds all desperate and pathetic, positively wrecked even though they’re both not even fully naked? So what? He’s red as a lobster, his skin will probably start coming off in flakes by tomorrow, and his perfect greek god of a boyfriend is slowly fucking his thighs through their shorts. He thinks he deserves to be cut some slack here. “Stevie, I’m not sure I can do that with my back. I can hardly even move, man.” 

“Told you, Eds,” Steve murmurs, and shifts his weight again. Eddie gasps as his shorts are yanked down, all the way to the hollows of his knees. “Don't want you to move.” 

Sun-warmed lips trace the base of his spine, only to be replaced by Steve’s fingers again, slick and wet with lotion. 

“And I'm not gonna touch your back,” Steve promises, voice tender and soothing as a caress. One of those large hands settles on Eddie’s hip. “I'm just gonna hold you in place like this and fuck you into this mattress, nice and slow. Would you like that?” 

“Yes,” Eddie sighs, as Steve starts to carefully open him up with one hand. “Oh God, Stevie, yes, please.” 

“Thought you'd say that,” Steve chuckles. “Always so greedy for me, aren't you?” 

How could he not be? How could he ever be anything but greedy for the care and attention that Steve showers him with? How could he ever be anything but desperate for the slow, delicious burn of being fucked open on those deft fingers. How could he ever do anything else but moan and shiver and beg for Steve’s cock as he finally lines himself up, grabbing Eddie’s hips on either side.

“Y’know,” he mutters as, after what feels like a beautiful eternity, Steve begins to move inside of him. He's starting to feel light-headed and tingly all over, and the words come out a bit slurred. “If this is what I get for forgetting my sunscreen, I might do it more often.” 

“Oh?” Steve laughs, all indulgent amusement. He snaps his hips sharply, once, before resuming his languid rhythm. Eddie moans as the motion squeezes at his hard, leaking dick, trapped between his own body weight and the mattress. “You sure about that?” 

“Huh?” Eddie wheezes. He's dizzy from the heat and drunk on Steve's touch, and he can’t fucking think straight. “What d’you mean?” 

“I mean,” Steve says, and picks up his pace. Eddie sucks in a sharp breath as the grip of those hands tightens, pulling him down a little deeper on Steve's cock with each thrust. “I said that I was gonna fuck you. I didn't say anything about letting you cum, did I?” 

“What the fuck?” Eddie squawks. “Oh no, Stevie, please, you're killing me here.” 

Steve tuts at him. 

“Don't be so dramatic, honey,” he scolds. The bed springs creak in time with his thrusts. “If you can take a little sunburn, blue balls won't kill you either, right?” 

And maybe the sun fried his head, and maybe Steve is slowly turning his brain into goo with each new thrust of his cock. The point is, Eddie can't really find the will to argue. 

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Night Terrors # 1 🌙 (Ominis Gaunt x F!MC)

Summary: Ominis has a nightmare, he decides to utilize his sleeping partner next to him as a coping mechanism. 809 words

A/N: I've decided to take this little scenario prompt and apply it to a few of the boys, so consider this a series with Ominis being the first!

Warnings: smut || consensual somno || p in v || f!ng3ring ||characters are aged up and over 18/in 7th year || mdni ||

A harsh gasp filled the air within the quiet room. Ominis sat up, his heart racing as he struggled to catch his breath. Another nightmare - Ominis was no stranger to them, but they were always few and far between; at least until recently. Graduation was rapidly approaching, and with it came having to face his parents; his nightmares consisting of them torturing his loved ones. The sound of screams being what ultimately woke him up tonight. 

Ominis reached an arm out, his hand coming in contact with the sleeping figure of his beloved next to him. 

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. It’s only temporary until we can move in together!” She would tell him after every nightmare. He knew she was right, but his brain couldn’t help the night terrors it produced in response to his worries. 

Ominis turned toward her sleeping form, resting on his elbow as he ran his hand up and down her arm. He focused on her breathing and the feeling of her soft skin under his finger tips, the tension in his body already starting to melt away. He leaned over her, finding her cheek and planting a soft, feather-light kiss on it. He could tell she had her back towards him, so he wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her body close as he nuzzled into her neck. He inhaled deeply, the sweet scent of her hair filling his nostrils and smothering out the last remaining embers of his worries. As he held her, nuzzling into her further, his worried feelings were replaced with another feeling, particularly in the lower half of his body. 

“You know, if you ever need some stress relief after waking up from one of these nightmares, I give you permission to wake me up however you please.” She offered several weeks prior. Ominis was a little taken aback by the offer, worrying that it may be a bit violating for her, but she assured him it was okay, affirming that she had always wanted to be woken up like this. He had been plagued with a few nightmares since the conversation, but hadn’t considered taking her up on the offer until tonight. The feeling of her body pressed against his awakening his desires.

With his face still nuzzled into her neck, he brought his hand that had been resting on her stomach up and under her night shirt. He squeezed and kneaded the soft breasts his hand was met with, earning him a sigh from her lips. He smiled at the sound and continued his exploration, knowing she was a bit of a heavy sleeper, and very likely still knocked out at the moment. Ominis’s hand traveled back down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her pajama pants, followed by the waistband of her underwear, a soft groan spilling from him as his fingers met her clit.

Ominis’s movements were soft as his two fingers rubbed circles into her. The feeling of her wetness left his cock hard as it pressed into her rear. He brought his hand lower, gently prodding at her entrance before slowly sliding a finger inside. The moan she let out in response almost set Ominis over the edge right then and there, and it only took a few more moments before he pulled his finger out and turned her on to her back as he straddled her. 

“Ominiiiissss” she sighed softly as she felt his body weight on top of her. Ominis brought his head down to her neck, kissing it as his hands worked her bottoms off, followed by his own. He wasted no time as he lined himself up with her entrance and slid inside of her, but he kept his pace sweet and gentle, not wanting to wake her up too aggressively. He got his clear sign that she was fully awake when she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. 

Her climax came shortly after gaining consciousness, with his coming right after. They lay next to each other as they caught their breaths, facing one another. 

“Another nightmare, darling?” Came her soft voice as she stroked his cheek. The mention of the nightmare almost flooded Ominis’s mind with worry again, but he fought it off, instead focusing on the feeling her touch brought him. 

“Unfortunately, but I’m feeling much better now. I promise.” Ominis leaned forward, meeting her lips in a gentle kiss. 

She was the one to fall asleep first, drifting off fairly quickly as she lay wrapped in Ominis’s arms. Ominis forced himself to stay awake for a little longer, wanting to once again focus on the sound of her breathing. When he found himself unable to fight sleep any longer, he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by it, knowing full well that there would be no further night terrors tonight.

[moonselune]

Yo can we get one with the ladies where they find out tav has a kid, like they're at the city at home? Or maybe one where tav likes to surprise back hug them with a lil kiss on the back of the neck? Either way appreciate your work here 😃

Oh my god I cannot tell you how much I loved this prompt !! The second request is sitting in the drafts ready to be posted but I'm thinking I might include all of the BG3 crew, so look out for that one !

BG3 Ladies Reacting to You Having a Child Waiting for You in Baldur's Gate:

Minthara:

As you approached Minthara in Baldur's Gate, your heart raced with nervous anticipation. You hadn't told her about your daughter, unsure of how she would react. But as you stood before her, your young daughter clutching your hand tightly, Minthara's eyes softened with surprise and intrigue.

"Well, well," Minthara murmured, her voice tinged with amusement as she looked down at the small child beside you. "And who might this fierce little one be?"

Your daughter, sensing the attention, straightened up proudly. "I'm D/N," she declared, her voice surprisingly bold for her age. "And this is my mama."

Minthara's lips curled into a wry smile. "Ah, I see," she replied, her tone carrying a hint of approval. "Protective, aren't we?"

You began to apologize for not mentioning her earlier, but Minthara raised a hand to stop you, her gaze still fixed on your daughter. "No need for apologies," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "A mother's love is a powerful thing, and secrets can be… advantageous."

Your daughter, sensing the tension between the adults, suddenly piped up with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you hurt my mama, I'll feed you to the gnolls!" she declared boldly, her tiny fists clenched in determination.

Minthara raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement crossing her features. "Is that so?" she responded coolly, crouching down to meet your daughter at eye level. "Well, I happen to know some rather hungry spiders who would love a feisty little girl as a snack."

Instead of cowering, your daughter's eyes lit up with excitement. "Spiders?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with delight. "I love spiders!"

Minthara straightened up, a rare smile softening her usually composed expression. "Well then," she said, addressing both you and and your daughter, "it seems we have come a mutual understanding. Your daughter is indeed formidable, much like her mother."

You let out a relieved sigh, grateful that Minthara had taken the unexpected situation in stride. As you watched her interact with your daughter, who was now regaling her with tales of her adventures and spider encounters, you couldn't help but marvel at the bond forming between them. In Minthara, you saw a side rarely glimpsed by others—a blend of strength and compassion that made you love her even more.

Karlach:

Karlach's eyes widened as she watched you approach, a small child clinging shyly to your side. Her surprise was fleeting, replaced almost immediately by a warm smile that lit up her face as she crouched down to the child's level.

"Well, hello there!" Karlach greeted cheerfully, her voice carrying genuine delight. "Who might this little warrior be?"

The child peeked out from behind you, eyeing Karlach with cautious curiosity before shyly mumbling their name. Karlach chuckled warmly, reaching out a hand to gently tousle the child's hair. "Pleased to meet you, little one. I'm Karlach!"

You couldn't help but smile at the ease with which Karlach embraced the unexpected situation. "Karlach, I should have told you sooner about…" you began, feeling a mix of relief and nerves.

Karlach waved off your concern with a carefree laugh, straightening up and ruffling the child's hair once more. "No need to explain, love. I love surprises, especially ones as adorable as this."

She turned to you with a playful glint in her eye. "Besides, I've always wanted to be the cool adult who teaches all the best tricks." Without missing a beat, she scooped the child up in her arms, eliciting a squeal of delight from them.

"Let's see if you can handle a tickle monster!" Karlach teased, lifting the child high and spinning them around playfully. The little one erupted into giggles, clinging to Karlach with unrestrained joy.

As you watched Karlach interact with your child, your heart swelled with gratitude and affection. Her effortless acceptance and enthusiasm eased any lingering worries, reinforcing your belief that she was someone special who embraced life with open arms.

Shadowheart:

As you entered Baldur's Gate with a mix of apprehension and excitement, your heart skipped a beat when you saw Shadowheart waiting for you. Her typically stoic expression softened ever so slightly when she noticed the small figure standing beside you, clutching your hand tightly.

"Who's this?" Shadowheart asked, her voice carrying a rare note of curiosity as she glanced down at your child.

"This is my daughter," you replied, introducing your daughter with a gentle smile.

Your daughter, feeling the weight of Shadowheart's gaze, hid shyly behind your legs, peeking out with cautious curiosity. Shadowheart knelt down slowly, meeting your daughter at eye level, her demeanor surprisingly gentle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Shadowheart said, her voice warm yet hesitant. "I'm Shadowheart."

Your daughter regarded Shadowheart with wide eyes, clearly assessing the priestess with a mix of curiosity and wariness. Sensing Maya's hesitation, you stepped in, reassuring both of them.

"Shadowheart, I'm sorry I didn't mention my daughter earlier," you began, feeling a pang of guilt for not disclosing your daughter's presence sooner.

Shadowheart raised a hand to stop you, her eyes softening with understanding. "You don't owe me any explanations," she replied quietly and you smiled at her with love in your eyes, relieved she understood what you had to do.

Throughout your time in Baldur's Gate, you watched as Shadowheart and your daughter gradually warmed to each other. Shadowheart, usually reserved and aloof, surprised you one evening when you returned to find her carefully plaiting your daughter's hair. She sat patiently, a small smile on her face as Shadowheart worked with steady hands.

"It looks beautiful," you murmured softly, leaning against the doorframe and watching the scene unfold.

Shadowheart glanced up, her cheeks coloring slightly with embarrassment at being caught in such a tender moment. "I… just thought she might like it," she replied, her voice quiet but sincere.

You crossed the room and knelt beside them, running a hand through your daughter's hair. "Thank you," you said softly, meeting Shadowheart's gaze with gratitude. "For everything."

Shadowheart's expression softened, a rare smile touching her lips as she returned your gaze. In that quiet moment, as your daughter giggled and Shadowheart continued her careful work, you felt a warmth in your heart that spoke of a newfound understanding and acceptance—a family formed not by blood, but by love.

Lae'zel:

As you entered Baldur's Gate, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirled in your chest. You had kept your toddler a secret for various reasons, but now that you were reunited, you couldn't wait to introduce Lae'zel to them. Holding your child's hand tightly, you approached Lae'zel who was waiting for you, her gaze curious and guarded as always.

"Lae'zel," you began, your voice tinged with both nervousness and excitement, "this is my son."

Lae'zel's eyes widened slightly, a rare expression of surprise crossing her features as she looked down at your son, who was peering up at her with wide eyes filled with curiosity. Your son had a head full of tousled hair and cheeks dotted with freckles, their tiny hand gripping yours firmly.

"This is… unexpected," Lae'zel murmured, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty as she crouched down to Rowan's level.

Your son regarded Lae'zel with unabashed fascination, their eyes scanning her armor and weapons with childish wonder. Sensing the tension, you gently encouraged your son to say hello to Lae'zel.

"Hi," Your son said tentatively, their voice a soft murmur filled with awe.

Lae'zel hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to interact with such a young child. Awkwardly, she reached out to pat your son's head, but your son surprised both of you by leaning into Lae'zel's touch, a small smile spreading across their face. Then to your surprise, your son lunged for Lae'zel, who caught them with ease.

"You have big eyes," Lae'zel remarked awkwardly, trying to find common ground with the toddler.

Your son giggled softly, clearly enjoying the attention from this new, imposing figure. When Lae'zel attempted to hand your son back to you, they immediately protested, their lower lip trembling.

"No, L-Lae'zel," Your son stuttered, tears welling up in their eyes.

Lae'zel looked at you helplessly, clearly out of her element. "They… they want to stay with me?" she asked incredulously, her tone uncertain.

You nodded, a fond smile tugging at your lips as you saw how your son had taken to Lae'zel despite her initial awkwardness. "They seem to really like you," you said softly, reaching out to reassure your son.

Lae'zel sighed softly, her expression softening as she looked down at your son. Gently, she adjusted her hold on your son, making sure they were comfortable in her arms. "You have a warrior's grip," Lae'zel remarked quietly, a rare hint of warmth in her voice.

Your son beamed at the praise, their tears forgotten as they snuggled against Lae'zel's shoulder. "Warrior," your son repeated happily, their tiny hands grasping at Lae'zel's armor.

Lae'zel met your eyes briefly, a small smile playing at her lips. Despite her initial reservations, it was clear that she was warming up to your son's affectionate nature. As you watched them together, you felt a surge of gratitude and happiness.

[vox-ex]

love your work! i have been terrible and put this in everyone’s inbox so i figure i should be consistent: 🖤 supercorp (hides)

I applaud your consistency :) ... I had sooo many ideas...so it was hard to narrow down, but I hope you enjoy Crisis adjacent stories. Some kissing while crying and also in desperation kissing and also technically a good bye... even if one is unaware it is such ;)

Kara is the paragon of hope Lena is the paragon of humanity

Some things happen before the vanishing point and .... after

----

Kara is not hope.

Not in this moment.

She is bitter irony.

Powerless to save another world from ending.

The air crackled with energy, threads pulled taut and fraying, on the verge of snapping. She looked down to see her hands starting to dissolve into particles of light — bit by bit, body already coming undone.

She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the warmth of Lena's body pressed against hers, putting her faith in something other than a universe she could no longer comprehend, no longer trust, no longer save.

The room around them was breaking into pieces.

Walls falling — floors crumbling.

Kara pulled Lena into her chest, cape pulled tight around them both, clinging to her even as she felt her grasp on everything else loosening.

Lena was forming words she couldn't hear anymore. She could feel her heartbeat racing beneath her touch, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. She wanted to tell her everything—how sorry she was, how much she missed her, how deeply she loved her. But the words stuck in her throat, choked off by her own heart. She brushed her cheek against Lena's, their breaths mingling, shallow and rapid. Kara turned into her, their bodies angled together, their mouths caught in the middle. She should have told her how sorry she was, how much she missed her, how deeply she loved her. But she kissed her instead. Tasting the salt from their tears on her tongue, feeling the the tug of Lena's teeth on her lip as the light surrounded them completely.

"Don't go… don't go… don't go!"

The words tore from Kara's throat, a desperate litany forced into the space between their bodies. Her fingers dug into Lena's arm, careless with her strength, unafraid of the bruises she knew she must be leaving behind. She could not bring herself to be gentle if it meant holding onto her.

But soon, there was nothing left to hold on with, and nothing left to hold on to.

The particles of both their bodies scattered into the collapsing universe.

----

Reality reasserted itself with cruel abruptness. The cold, stale air bit into her lungs as she gasped for breath.

Rolling onto her stomach, Kara pressed her palms against the cold ground, turning her head until her burning cheek found momentary relief.

Another breath.

Another hacking cough.

She thought she saw something.

She thought she saw someone.

Hope welled in the space between her ribs.

Lena's name crawled its way out of her chest.

She made it to her feet only to fall again.

She stumbled forward.

And for a second time, she curled her body around Lena's.

"Kara?"

She buried her face in her hair, let out a sob as she kissed her temple.

"Hey… hi… you're okay… you're okay…."

Lena sagged against her, and Kara slipped their hands together.

"Wh-where…?"

She hesitated.

"I don't. I don't know. But you're okay."

Lena nodded, then glanced down.

"Some—something's wrong."

Kara felt panic rising in her chest, heat spreading between their fingers.

Light pried at their hands until it tore them apart.

"No. No. No. No."

Kara's hands felt like they were everywhere then.

Trying to stop it.

Trying to put it back.

But the light kept spreading, slipping through her fingers, taking more and more of Lena with it.

She tried to pick her up, pull her into her lap, she tried again to hold all the pieces of her together.

She held onto her until she held onto nothingness.

Her fingers trembled, still molded to the shape of Lena's body.

"How touching."

Lex's mocking voice echoed around her. She raised her eyes, glaring into the shadows.

Kara raised her head, glaring defiantly through her tears into the encroaching darkness.

She may not have hope left within her, but she had rage.

"What did you do?" Kara spat, her hands balling into fists at her sides.

"Neat trick, huh," Lex chuckled. "I made a deal with the Anti-Monitor. In exchange for my help, I got a few…perks."

Kara's eyes glowed red with anger as she stood up "Where is she?"

Lex didn't even flinch.

"She'll be fine." He waved her off. "She'll be all safe and snug back in bed once you've finished helping me save the multiverse…well, it'll just be the one universe by then, but you get it."

Lex's grin widened.

"And don't worry, she won't even remember any of this ever happened."

"You don't care about her," Kara said sharply.

He rolled his eyes. "Spare me the sanctimonious hero routine, Supergirl. My methods may be…unorthodox, but sometimes drastic measures are required for the greater good."

He began to slowly circle her.

"Speaking of the greater good…there's one small detail, Miss Danvers. Lena won't just forget this ever happened" He opened his arms as she spun around. "She won't remember any of it. No multiverse. And — no you."

"I'll find her," Kara's jaw tightened, "I'll undo whatever twisted bargain you've made."

Lex clicked his tongue. "Always so noble."

He moved closer, whispering through closed teeth. "And what if she doesn't want you to."

He stepped around her, clapping his hands together, the sharp sound echoing in the empty space. "Right! Now that's settled, let's gather the troops and focus on the mission —saving the universe and all that."

Voice trailing behind him; he didn't wait for her to follow.

"All you have to do is play your part. Fight the good fight. And when the dust settles, when the crisis is averted, we can all go home."

She stood staring into the darkness.

She was lost.

She was alone.

She was grief.

She was anger.

She was not hope.

Not now.

But by the time the dust settles — she will have to find a way to be.

[cha-melodius]

💘 firstprince please :)

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss  (I skipped ahead on prompts so I could write the companion piece to this ficlet. if you were hoping for fake relationship, watch this space, I have another one of these hearts to do lol. read all the kiss ficlets)

Alex doesn’t know how he got himself into this situation.

To be fair, coming out was entirely his idea. It’d been too long since he let loose and had fun, so when a girl in his econ class told him about this party, he’d put on his tightest pair of jeans and crop top, styled his curls just so, and dragged Liam along with him for good measure (Alex loves his best friend, but the dude needs to get out more).

So far he’s had fun dancing, and he’s been hit on by plenty of very enthusiastic girls, but nothing’s really clicked. There’s something else thrumming under his skin that he can’t put a finger on. It didn’t really help that he nearly ran into Liam making out with Pez Okonjo on his way to the bathroom. Obviously it’s fine that he was, Alex knows (now) that Liam is gay, and he’s free to kiss whoever he wants. It’s not like Alex was jealous. If anything, it was kinda hot—they looked good together, Liam’s pale skin against Pez’s dark tones, which is frankly not a thought Alex is sober enough to deal with right now.

Alex is also not sober enough deal with running into Pez later, who has a tall, blond, ridiculously hot friend in tow this time. Blondie is wearing a plain button down and khakis, like he’s at a business lunch, but somehow the way his shirt is cuffed at the elbows and unbuttoned at the top to let his collarbones peek out is more alluring than most of the half-dressed coeds at the party. Then there’s the way his golden hair flops over his forehead and his blue eyes shine in the low light, and it’s a lot, ok? Fuck.

It’s honestly a bit of a relief when Alex gets dragged away and convinced to do some kind of scavenger hunt, which sounds kinda dumb, but whatever. It’ll keep his mind off Pez’s hot friend. He works his way down the list, taking shots and doing ridiculous dances and convincing people to give him their numbers (not hard), until he hits one in particular—make out with someone you met tonight.

He’s met plenty of people tonight. Lots of girls who’d probably be willing, honestly. Somehow, only one person sticks out in his head.

Apparently he’s not even fucking subtle about it, which is embarrassing. Liam catches him looking down at his list, then back up at Henry across the room, and slings an arm around his shoulders.

“Go on. Ask him,” Liam goads, grinning drunkenly at Alex. “I think he’s into you.”

As if on cue, Henry glances over at them, then quickly looks away again when he sees them staring.

“You’re on drugs,” Alex scoffs, trying and failing to shove him away as something inside his stomach turns over at the thought that Henry might be into him. It’s probably just the liquor. “Maybe he likes you.”

“Nah,” Liam says confidently. “You wanted a wingman. I’m winging. Wingmanning? I dunno, man. Just go kiss him, ok?”

Alex can feel his face getting hot. “Fuck off.”

Liam’s grin goes sharp and wicked. “I dare you.”

Fuck. The best friend dare is sacred. If Alex doesn’t do it, he’ll have to do something else later that’s like ten times worse. Fuck.

Alex crosses the room in some kind of daze, the rest of the party falling away around him. Is he really doing this? Apparently so. He stops by Henry’s elbow, and the other man turns to look at him.

“Hey,” Alex says. Amazing opening line, truly. Fuck, he’s an idiot.

“Alex, right?” Henry replies with a little smile. Alex nods. “What’s up?”

Alex swallows hard. “Can I kiss you?” he blurts. Henry’s eyes go wide, and Alex holds up the sheet of paper. “It’s a dare.”

“Oh,” Henry says, sounding almost disappointed.

“But also, like, you’re really hot and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and I’m not gay but I— I might be bi, I guess, I don’t really know because my best friend is gay and I never thought I was really into guys but I kinda want to kiss you, I mean, I really want to kiss you, if you’re into it, and oh my god, I’m such a fucking idiot, please forget I ever said any of this to you.”

Alex turns on his heel, ready to flee the house and probably the country, but Henry catches him by the arm and pulls him back. Pulls him in, firmly, so that Alex has to tip his head up, and then Henry’s kissing him. Softly at first, but Alex whimpers and opens his mouth, tilting his head to slot their mouths more firmly together, the taste of cheap booze and sugary mixers blending on their tongues. Henry gets a hand into his hair and Alex likes that even more, likes the way Henry surrounds him, likes the way Henry's waist feels under his palms. Never wants it to end, actually.

Henry does eventually pull back, though. Sadly. Alex promises he doesn’t whine.

“So,” Henry murmurs. He still hasn’t let Alex go, and Alex is entirely ok with that. “Thoughts?”

“I think I need another. Y’know. To gather more evidence.”

“Another kiss?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathes. “Maybe more than one.”

Henry laughs, low and warm, and he kisses Alex again.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 7 (It's Been A While)

Last chapter was posted May 11th. Apologies for the hiatus. The vibes need to be just right to create these things. You can read parts 1-6 and everything else in my pinned post. On the last episode of TWWGG: "After Lorelai (Rory) exits the (Yale) interview, one that was seemingly a success, she immediately turns to Richard to chew him out for springing the interview on her last minute and not giving her time to prepare. That is more than fair coming from Rory, to be quite honest. And I’m glad to see her standing up for herself." Lesss gooo. Lorelai hauls Rory into a cab. They arrive home at night, even though it was blazing sunshine a short distance away at Yale. Rory asks Lorelai if they can not talk about college for 2 days and she agrees and everything that just happened is brushed aside and forgotten. Kidding. After a brave display of defiance towards Richard moments earlier, Rorynow expresses her guilt for not towing the line for Mommy. Mommy was right. Mommy is always right.

I....you know...forget it.

I think I should cross off "Lorelai and Rory eat at Luke's without paying" from the Bingo Card. Bringing outside food into his establishment? That's just rude. Luke could probably send Jess to college with all of Rory and Lorelai's unpaid checks and stiffed tips.

Saying it outloud isn''t going to change their unethical and frankly downright criminal behavior, Lucas. You know this.

Or at least a bag of Doritos.

Why hello, my sweet baby darling. I'm ready to Cmhrrrh.

Oh, Is "studying" what the kids call tonsil hockey these days? Run like the wind Rory! RUNNNN. I just have this good feeling Rory is totally not going to blow this sacred opportunity to have unsupervised makeout time with Jess or anything like that. Never, in the kingdom of The Queen of Blue Balls. Lorelai and Luke watch as Rory runs after Jess to "Study". Wink wink nudge nudge. Then a few seconds later without a shred of irony or realization, Luke tells Lorelai how he told Jess that as long as he lives under his roof he's gotta keep his pants on.

You're off to a ripping start already.

Lorelai is being rational? She's not running after them? "It's okay"? She's pulling the "They're teenagers, they can kiss in the dark" shit for Jess and Rory like she did for Dean? I'd say "Fetch me my fainting couch" but I know it's all a big fat farce, Lorelai is full of shit as per uszh, and my fainting couch is in the shop.

Settle down, Lucas. You're going to have a stroke one of these days. Or steam is going to come out of his ears like in a cartoon. Or he'll snap and go on a killing spree.

I've never seen two grown adults who weren't in some kind of strict religious sect have such near anyeursms because their adult children want to kiss each other. What are the odds Luke Danes, the varsity athlete, was much sluttier than Jess when he was 18? Probably pretty high. Cross off "Do as I Say Not As I Do" on the Episode Bingo Card.

Pretty rich coming from Ms "Also Has Run Around All Over Town Looking for Jess and Rory" and "Ms. Run Around All Over Town Looking For a Gumball Machine Bracelet"

I can rely on Lorelai being insufferable in every episode, but when Luke is insufferable too I pray for the sweet relief of the end credits. I hope in his Cockblocking Quest of Glory, that he trips on something. Or loses his hat.

Smoking against a gas pump. Living dangerously. I don't blame him for having a bit of a death wish, to be quite honest. Luke should be more concerned that Jess is going to cause an explosion that will level Stars Hollow into a parking lot than him rounding first base. (Where the hell did Luke go, by the way?)

Whatcha thinkin aboutt?

That was such a good HUH. *pets his sweet head*

*gnaws on the drywall* SUCH A GOOD KISS. I have no words. Okay, That’s a lie, I do have words but I ran out of space so I will see you in part 8 for the thrilling conclusion (which is: Rory ruins this precious moment by abandoning Jess and chasing after Dean) Oh god. I just skipped ahead and there's a Lorelai Couch Speech at the end too. Mind if I join you for a cigarette against the gas pumps, Jess?

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

Hey guys, after a long 2 months I'm back with Chapter 9 😭 Thank you all for being so patient, honestly work kicked my ass and some days I just genuinely don't have the energy to even keep my eyes open. I've worked on this chapter for some time, constantly revisiting it and changing it and I'm happy to release it despite it feeling so short.

WARNING: theres a lil smut and some saucy groping but nothing super explicit in my opinion 🌚 I'll do my best to not let the next chapter after this take so long, again thank you all for being super patient and supportive and I hope you like this chapter ❤️

Chapter Nine Previous Next

‘He’s kissing you.’ 

The action alone left you completely stunned both physically and mentally. You couldn’t move, the weakness you felt from the water left you unable to reciprocate. His lips were soft and sweet yet had a rough tone to it; it reminded you of your first kiss with him when you were both younger and completely inexperienced. 

Zoro withdrew back, his cheeks painted with a splash of red and his ears tinged pink at the tips.

You looked at him with wide eyes, your heart hammered hard between your lungs and your ribcage. 

“Please take me out of the water.” You mumbled out in a whisper, not taking your eyes off him. You let the surge of lust you felt consume you, having spent the weeks you were on the Sunny holding yourself back away from him. 

Zoro nodded before trenching through the water with you carefully.

‘I fucked up.’ Zoro thought as he was panicking, his heart creeping up into his throat.

As he brought you both to land, he gently put you down and you weakly walked towards your pile of clothes and picked up your garments to pat your skin dry in hopes of relieving some of the weakness you felt from the water. Once you felt a bit better and changed back into your clothes, you turned to see a now dressed Zoro looking at you sheepishly. You walked towards him and with every step you had purpose. 

“Listen Y/N, I’m sorry I should have ask-oompf.” Zoro was interrupted as you grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him into a heat-filled kiss. It was now his turn to be shocked but didn’t allow the shock to settle before he messily reciprocated back. Your lips eventually moved in tangent with his and Zoros hands were now gripping your waist tightly. You moaned at the action before deepening the kiss, your tongue prodding his lips to open as you snaked your tongue to tango with his. He choked on a quiet moan before pulling back to pick you up and seat himself down with you on his lap, bringing his lips back to yours. 

You didn’t want to pull back to breathe, using the opportunity to take small breaths when you both readjusted your lips to each other. Hearing Zoro's deep, quiet moans in his throat only added to the heat you felt growing in your groin. 

You sneakily brought your hand down to palm Zoro’s growing erection, letting your fingers trace along his hardness before pulling away from his lips to bring your lips to his neck to continue your ministrations of kisses along it. You were so lost in your own desires, seeking relief from him that you hadn’t realised his hand moved to sit on your shoulders to gently push you back. 

Opening your eyes, you noticed the evident discomfort on his face and couldn’t help the wave of anxiousness that came with his expression. 

“Are you okay?” You question him, leaning back to absorb his messy appearance from where your hands had roamed. 

“y-Y/N, I want you but not this way. My heads not in the right place.” Zoro mumbled, the guilt he felt returning back to him like the spring in a slap in the face.

“I’m so sorry, I shoulda-“ 

“It’s not your fault, it’s me not you.” His lips thinned, his face evident there was more to it. 

“We can talk about it if you’re comfortable. I know you ain’t the best at talking about your feelings.” You spoke with comfort in your words. 

You sat still on his lap soothing him with gentle shoulder strokes. He was hesitant, his eye filled with uncertainty. Nonetheless, he knew couldn’t stay in silence anymore and had to come clean about what was happening to him. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I think when that guy wiped my memory, he also added some sort of “anti-Y/N” block in my head. It's been driving me mad but whenever I’m with you, my heart goes at crazy speeds and it aches all the time but my mind seems to reject it and makes me feel like I can’t be near you.” He explained with uncertainty, clearly still trying to figure it out.

You scrunched your eyebrows listening to him, trying your best to understand the predicament he was in. You relaxed your brows, gently nodding at him to continue and showing him an encouraging smile. He gave you a quiet nod back before finding his voice to continue. “So…in the Crows Nest I realised my feelings for you. My heart felt at peace for a moment but then my mind went into full blown defence and denial of the fact. Any idea of you and me together, my mind became overwhelmed and being near you made me anxious. Even right now with you sitting with me, my brain is going crazy at me to be as far away from you as possible.”

You hummed to show you were taking in his words, you could see how much this has been affecting him. You sighed before moving your hands to grab his back and pull him into a gentle, comforting hug. Your heart ached for him and you could feel your anger brimming over his predicament. 

“I promise you when I get a hold of that Enver piece of shit-” You quietly muttered but choosing not to continue to avoid getting worked up. You didn’t want to make this about you, God knows when Zoro will ever be this open and honest again. You wanted to treasure moments like this when he lets his defenses down and becomes almost vulnerable.

‘Human.’

“I think if I don’t get my memories back, I’ll continue to feel this constant fight between my heart and my mind. I don’t like to talk about this shit, and I don’t like to feel this way either. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if this is a lifelong feeling.” Zoro finished, sighing out before leaning his head against your shoulder in solace. 

“Zoro…I’m sorry if my presence has made you feel this way.” 

“Don’t apologise, it's not your fault.” Zoro reassured.

“I wish I knew what to say to you. I’ve experienced feeling anxious, overthinking and paranoia in the past but it's never been in the extreme overwhelming sense like you’re describing to me.” You sighed out, thinking back to the nights you’d laid awake thinking about Zoro’s disappearance, the countless hours you’d spent prisoner in your own mind. The moment you saw his wanted poster, those hours were cut in half and you’d spent the time rebuilding yourself back on this very island. 

“I just needed you to understand that I’m really not doing this on purpose to you. It's not personal, you didn’t do anything. I thought if I stayed away from you for a bit, it would help calm me and eventually be near you again. Instead, it just made me feel guilty and awkward especially when everyones constantly on my dick about why I’m being weird around you..especially that shitty cook I swear he is a real pain up my-” You brought your index to silence him from finishing the words you both knew he wanted to say, a small smile and throaty giggle you were trying to suppress back.  

“Okay how about I propose this; we both want each other but you’re not okay right now. We continue as normal and deal with this together step by step? Nothing has to change right now.” 

“But…” 

“No buts. Your mental health is the most important thing right now over anything else. You know better than ANYONE that if your mind isn’t focused, you can’t continue your journey to becoming the greatest swordsman and I’ll be damned if anything gets in the way of that.” You spoke with determination in your voice.

‘You could wait for him.’ 

Zoro looked at you, his lips that had thinned out had now turned into a gentle smile. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on your lips, satisfied before pulling back and nodding in agreement. 

“Now, we gotta make shelter and food.” 

You both reluctantly parted, leaving him sitting while you scrambled around collecting branches and any size pieces of wood you could find from the trees surrounding you before the orange in the sky completely dissipated. Satisfied with the pile, you went back to Zoro who was patiently waiting for you. You assorted the branches into a triangular fashion before bringing two of the branches and rubbing them against each other to friction and turn into smoke and eventually a burning ember of fire brought to life. 

“Couldn’t we ask the villagers to spare us some food supplies?” 

“Nah I don’t wanna bother them, they’ve done enough for me already. We’ll survive till tomorrow. I'll get us back home first thing in the morning. I just need to rest well enough to conjure us a hole.” You promised, pushing down the guilt you’d felt earlier for bringing him here. 

Zoro grunted, a non-verbal agreement before laying himself back on the earthy floor to relieve the tension that had been built up in his back since being pushed onto the island. You laid beside him, keeping a respectable distance from him as you both allowed yourselves to bask in the warmth from the fire, the sound of the crackling lulling you both to sleep. 

————————————- ⚔️✨ ————————————

“Oh god, I should’ve jumped in with them. What if something happened to Y/N-chan-” Sanji depressingly leaned back on the very wall you had created the hole onto and took Zoro through, moping and worrying at the thoughts of the worst possible scenarios that could happen to you.  

“I’d kick your ass if you did.” Nami tutted out, clearly her patience with the cook was wearing thin. 

Most of the crew had dispersed since your sudden departure with Zoro, leaving some of the Straw Hats remaining in case you decided to come back early. 

“This needed to happen Sanji-bro, the tension between those two was super-awkward.” Franky spoke before taking a swig of his cola bottle that he held with an anxious grip. 

A collective hum of agreement was shared between the Straw Hats.

“When they get back, I’ll need to speak with Y/N and Zoro. I’ve found something that could have caused Zoro’s memory loss.” Robin softly spoke, keeping the book she had in her palm open and resting on the table. Her voice was calm and steady. Nami noticed the glimmer of worry in Robin's eyes, her anger dissipated into worry for the swordsman. She knew what Robin wanted to discuss with you but knew the situation was out of her control.

Two days ago…

It was late at night on the Sunny, the ship gently floating on the sea as the air stilled with warmth. The archaeologist laid back in her chair in the library nose deep in a book she was currently reading. The outside read “A-Z of the world's known Devil Fruits”. As Robin turned the page, her eyes picked up on one particular fruit that caught her attention. 

“Wipe wipe no mi…” Robin mumbled to herself. She sat up, fixing her posture and only delving deeper into the page. It read:

‘The user has the ability to wipe certain memories or people from a person's memory. To carry out the action, the user must touch the person with full intention of what they wish to wipe or whom. There are currently no known antidotes to reverse the action, leaving the user free will to permanently erase memories.” 

Robin brought her head out of the page to look straight ahead at the wall filled with books, her lips pursed with worry, sighing with disappointment of what she’d discovered. She didn’t know how she would tell the poor little reindeer that his cure may have a little to no chance of working. Her heart panged, seeing how hard Chopper had been working over the last weeks to help Zoro recover his memory with an endless number of recipes he’d come up with. Bringing her eyes back to the page, she continued reading trying to calm the pang of anxiety that coursed through her heart.

‘It is theorized that depending on the person whose memory has been wiped may have sudden flashbacks depending on their character and will but what previous accounts of victims have explained is a “barrier-like shield” that prevents them from exploring the flashback further, keeping them in a state of anxiety over the particular memory or person and never being able to break out of the barrier.’ 

Robin huffed a breath of relief at the small hope that Zoro had. She knew Zoro was one of the strongest men on the crew, his will unmatched with many she had met before except for Luffy. She hadn’t noticed any feelings of anxiety coming from the swordsman, even when she’d kept an eye on him during his disappearance on the ship for two weeks with the eyes and ears she’d sprouted in the Crows Nest. She knew the swordsman would never succumb to his own anxieties if he even had any, it's simply not in his nature. 

Robin looked up at the clock that read 2:23am. Marking the page and closing the book, she switched the small light that lit the room off before getting up from her chair and quietly leaving the library to head to bed. 

Little did Robin know she’d missed one important detail.

‘No victim of the Wipe-Wipe no mi fruit has successfully broken this barrier’

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Buddie + “come on, let’s get you home”

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you are amazing for all you’ve asked me so far!! i couldn’t decide which one to do next but this one was calling my name lol hope you enjoy’n

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“Eddie, both Hen and Chimney looked me over three times each. I will be fine.” Buck fought yet made no move to stop Eddie from checking his injuries over himself.

“Shut up and let me look.” Eddie muttered, carefully helping Buck sit down on the bench in the locker room. Buck couldn’t control his wince in time as he lowered himself, making Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, I’m taking my look.”

Buck sighed, closing his eyes and letting Eddie move his head to look at the bruising that’s taking over the side of Buck’s face. Eddie soon walked away, Buck made no move to open his eyes or to stand up since he knew Eddie would be right back.

Buck was right, Eddie was back at Buck’s side pretty much as soon as he left. Fingers gently curved around his chin, tilting his head up before a warm, wet cloth was dapping on his skin, removing soot. Buck hummed to himself as Eddie worked to clean his face and neck, enjoying the gentle feel of Eddie’s fingers guiding his head around.

The sound of the wet cloth getting thrown into the hamper had Buck opening his eyes, looking up to see Eddie carefully undoing Buck’s turnout coat. He realized Eddie had taken his own gear off sometime within the last few minutes as Eddie opened his coat.

Buck helped the most he could, Eddie doing most of the work to gently peel the coat off Buck’s body. Buck hissed as his bruised shoulder moved slightly, Eddie was quick to stop and give Buck a second before removing the coat all together.

“You know, you can just stay for the rest of your shift. You don’t have to leave early just because I am.” Buck tried, feeling bad that Eddie would be losing out on a few hours at work just for him.

“You just feel through a burning floor, Buck.” Eddie shook his head. “I’m going with you.”

“I’ll be fine, Eds. I’ll take pain relief and I’ll go straight to bed. I’ll manage for a few hours.”

Eddie chuckled as he moved to help Buck remove his turnout pants, careful of whatever bruises Buck now has on his legs. “You’re going to need more than just pain relief, Buck. Ice, maybe some ointment cream, and definitely some food. I think you’re forgetting how sick you get if you take some pain relief with an empty stomach.”

“I don’t get that sick.” Buck groaned.

“You threw up for hours, Buck.” Eddie laughed as he moved to gather their work bags and his car keys. “Then the sight of your own throw up made you throw up even more.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You just love to bring that up.” Buck rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his face until it made his facial bruising twinge in pain.

Buck whined with a pout, Eddie laughed fully as he threw a bag over each shoulder.

“Alright, come on. Let’s get you home.”

Eddie wrapped Buck’s arm around his neck, the one that didn’t have a bruised shoulder, and slowly helped Buck stand. Eddie held him tight as they carefully made it to Eddie’s truck.

“I don’t like falling through floors, Eds.” Buck pouted as Eddie leaned over him to buckle the seatbelt.

“I know you don’t.” Eddie placed a gentle kiss to Buck’s forehead before closing the passenger door.

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okay this one is a little bit longer but thank you for curing my boredom!! this is the best way for me to feel accomplished about writing and posting without creating a full plot 😂

[ash5monster01]

The Nylon Curtain

Chapter Eight - She’s Right On Time 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of smut, mentions of past mistakes

Summary: You and Steve welcome your baby girl during Christmas time and Steve realizes both of you are exactly where you should be and he isn’t going anywhere.

word count: 1.6k

Seven ←→ Nine

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Winter 1991

I'm a man with so much tension, far too many sins to mention

Steve isn’t sure what to do with himself. He feels useless considering your mother practically kicked him out of the hospital to pick up dinner and make sure the house was ready for your arrival. All he could bring himself to do was pace up and down the living room as he waited for you to get here. He was supposed to be apart of the ride from the hospital, but things just didn’t work out like that. So he did careful work of turning on all the Christmas lights and setting the table for the pizza and wings dinner he had just picked up. All because the baby was coming home tonight.

He nearly jumps when he can hear the footsteps in the street, suddenly feeling the need to turn the choral music up higher, and pile more wood onto the fire. He just wanted the atmosphere to be complete because he had waited forever for this moment. Better late than never, she was just on time for him, exactly where she should be. The both of you. Steve is filled with nerves, cursing himself for feeling this way about something that should be so natural. It was you after all, the girl of his dreams, the woman he loved more than anyone or anything. Well at least until now because there was another girl in his life. Brand new and an extension of the both of you. He found himself hoping she would like him, as silly as that sounded.

"Daddy, you home?" your familair voice coos out as the door clicks open. Steve is scrambling to meet you, heart softnening at the soft glow on you face and the small smile you offer him. The baby bundled in your arms, winter hat almost too big for her head, she looks so small like this.

"You made it" Steve breathes a sigh of relief, feeling the nerves lessen slightly now that you had made it back home safe to him. His hazel eyes are cast on the baby as he presses the softest of kisses to your lips, as if you would break from just one touch.

"Yes and I'm starved" you tell him, offering the baby into his arms. His stomach drops, carefully cradling the six pound nothing child into his arms as you make your way to the scent of pizza and wings. Alone in the entry hall he takes a moment to stare back into the bright blue eyes of the baby, his baby. Just the two of them, the first of many, and for the first time he understood all of your fears from before. His heart was truly outside of his chest and in the form of something so small he couldn't nearly wrap his head around it. She was right on time. Right where she should be, in his arms forever and ever.

"Your Mom go home?" Steve questions as he walks into the kitchen, eyes barely leaving his daughters as he finds you sat at the table already halfway through an entire slice. He was sure you were over hospital food by now so it was no surprise you were trying to replenish your energy with some food that was actually enjoyable.

"Yes, after I practically begged her. I just wanted to finally be alone with my favorite people" you smile around a bite of your food and Steve blushes as if you two were still just teenagers. Slowly he maneuvers his way into the seat beside you and you couldn't help but feel your heart soar over the fact you finally had a little family. Just the three of you sat around the ktichen table for the very first of many meals.

"She's so small" Steve whispers, feeling like his heart was in his throat. When he had dreamed up this life for himself he never actually saw it coming true. Not after all the heart ache and pain he had been through.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had been the one to push her out" you tease and he laughs lightly, the babies big bright eyes slowly fluttering closed as she begins to fall asleep in her Dad's arms. Steve can't look away so he doesn't see your hand reach out to brush some of his hair back. He smiles lightly as you kiss the side of his head.

"You think she'll like me?' Steve questions and you know exactly what he means. She was only a baby now but with time she would grow up to form her own opinions, probably put the both of you through hell. Steve as a man with so much tension and a lifetime of sins, was allowed to have his doubts. She didn't have to take it but Steve had become a changed man, one you had no doubt your daughter would love endlessly.

"She's going to love you Steve, adore you actually. I already know you'll be the fun parent and I'll be the strict one" you say and he snorts, turning to kiss your hand that you had left rested on his shoulder. As he stares into your eyes he realizes that you were right where you should be as well. You gave him a baby girl as the best Christmas gift he had ever recieved but you were also just in time for him. His heart freshly recovering from being broken and you had taken care of him since. He wasn't going nowhere, he would still choose to live in this complicated world full of monsters that had scarred him, the very world you both shared.

Good or bad, right or wrong, you never missed a cue or lost a beat. Everytime Steve tripped up you were still there when he would need you. He should have known you always would be, that you find the perfect moment every time to be right where you should be. All the moments from meeting you, to the first date, first kiss, first time, first apartment, marriage, and now the very baby he held delicately in his arms. You had given him everything just as he needed it and you were everything. You were both right on time for him.

"Even if you're strict, you'll still be the best Mom" Steve assures you and you smile, shoving away the now empty plate of food that you had needed desperatley. As of this moment it was Christmas time in your shared home, while your husband held your first child. No moment before or after this will truly ever compare to this one. A moment where all the pieces are perfectly in place and you are both right where you should be.

"I'm not quite sure I should take that as a compliment" you joke and Steve laughs, immediately quieting down as he realizes the child stirs in his arms from the action.

"It's a compliment babe, I love when you boss me around" he says with a smrik, a sly wink flashing in your direction and you blush because it had been a while. Towards the end of pregnancy you were too uncomfortable to even enjoy sleeping with your husband, and now after birth the doctors recommended you wait. You weren't sure if you could last, hell if even Steve could last.

"As long as you don't try to kill me with your easy going parental ways" you tell him and Steve gasps as if what you had just said hurt his feelings and you are quick to shake your head at him.

"Easy going, you’ve seen how I was with the kids growing up. Nothing easy going about me, in fact I yelled at them majority of the time" he is quick to remind you and moments between him and each of the teens that were now grown adults flash in your mind. Every protective moment shared between them.

"Fine, you can be the strict parent, I don't mind" you say with ease and he glares the minute he realizes the trap you had just put him in.

"Someone is feeling awfully evil for just having a child and being home for the first time in three days" Steve says and you laugh, leaning forward and pressing a soft and slow kiss to his lips. The furrow in his brow softens as he kisses you back, realizing just how badly he missed you during that short period of time. He planned to kiss you longer but suddenly the baby was softly crying, wriggling in his arms.

"Damn, she's probably hungry" you mutter, pulling back and prepared to take the baby into your arms. Steve watches how perfect you are with her already and smiles lightly. "I'm gonna feed her and then put her down for a nap. Why don't you turn on Rudolph and we can makeout on the couch like teenagers once I’m done"

"Yes ma'am" Steve salutes, immediately moving into motion at the request and you snort as he stands beside you and sets a hand on your baby’s head.

"Goodnight Laura" he coos softly before pressing a kiss to his daughters head. The daughter named after the very song on a Billy Joel album. When he suggested it, it only made sense, considering Billy was the very reason you two were together.

"Say goodnight to Daddy" you whispers and Steve smiles as he presses a kiss against your hair. He watches as you carefully climb the stairs and disappear with your child before settling on the fact he was right. His girls were both right where they should be.

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NSFW HC: Valentino can be affected by his own salvia and Vox is a dick about it

Valentino had always prided himself on his control, control of others and of himself, being an overlord he had to be. That’s why he had never told his business partner with benefits, Vox, that the love potion in his mouth works on him just as much as anyone else, it probably explained some things though. He hates being vulnerable, especially in front of Vox, who thrived on power. But tonight was one of the nights the potion was in unbearable affect, his usually smooth, sleek moth fur twitched. He tried to keep his composure but it was too intense to ignore.

"Vox," Valentino began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "There's something I need to tell you."

Vox looked up from the stack of files he was organizing, his expression neutral. "Oh? What is it?"

Valentino shifted uncomfortably, his fur twitching more violently now. "My salvia gets me needing you sometimes", he mumbled as his thighs twitched.

A smirk played at the corner of Vox’s lips. He had already suspected as much. He’d noticed the subtle changes in Valentino's demeanor occasionally, when his fur twitched and his face was flush out of nowhere, he possessively tried to keep him home during that. But hearing Valentino admit it aloud was a different kind of satisfaction.

"Interesting," Vox replied, "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap baby? Would that be better?" He patted his thigh.

Valentino's eyes widened slightly, but he complied, moving over to sit on Vox’s lap. Vox’s arms circled around him, not in a comforting embrace, but more like a possessive hold, as if he were staking his claim. Valentino felt a shiver run through him, the warmth in his lower abdomen intensifying.

Vox resumed his work organizing his files, completely ignoring Valentino's growing discomfort. Valentino tried to remain still, but the sensation was overwhelming. He squirmed slightly, seeking some form of relief, but Vox’s grip tightened, holding him in place.

Minutes felt like hours and Valentino’s resolve was crumbling. Soft whimpers escaped his lips, betraying the agony he felt just twitching. Vox finally looked at him with a smile, "Poor Val," he murmured, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Is it too much for you?"

Valentino whimpered again nodding, his body trembling. Vox leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'll help you this time"

He shifted Valentino slightly, positioning him so he could find some relief against his leg. Valentino’s breath hitched, but he didn’t resist. Vox’s hand stroked his back soothingly, a stark contrast to the control he exerted over him.

"That's it," Vox cooed, watching with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as Valentino rocked and panted. "Just let it out."

It didn't take too long because of how worked up Val was, when Val was done Vox lifted him, carrying him to bed. He laid him down gently. "Shh," he said, brushing a hand through Valentino’s fur. "You did well."

Valentino closed his eyes, exhaustion hitting him immediately. As he drifted off, he felt a sense of strange contentment. Despite Vox’s power games, there was a twisted sense of care in his actions, and for tonight, that was enough.