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hii! how are u?? having a nice day? hope I'm not bothering<3
could u do Alastor x Male Overlord! Reader who is the opposite of him? Grumpy, rarely smiles and doesn't like dancing and singing?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄
❝𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑, are you with anyone?❞
The Radio Demon turned to the daughter of Lucifer and the smile on his face brightened a bit at the question.
He nodded his head as he tapped his cane on the ground. "Yes, I am dear! I've been married to a certain overlord for some time now!" he answered, he hummed as he thought about his lover. "He'll be coming over for a date."
Angel Dust spat out his drink and looked at the overlord demon. "You're WHAT?! I didn't know you were gay!"
"I'm not gay."
"But you aren't straight either!"
Alastor just shrugged his shoulders as he fixed his sleeves. "Can't I get married simply because I like a certain demon for who they are and not their gender?" he asked.
That made the pornstar quiet which was what he wanted.
Charlie just smiled as she looked at Alastor. "Well I can't wait to meet him!" she said.
"Didn't know anyone would want to marry the Radio Demon…" Vaggie mumbled under her breath.
Husker would've agreed with her if he hadn't been working for him for years.
After a certain period of time, a (h/c) haired male entered the hotel and their presence was terrifying.
"Darling!" The Radio Demon wrapped an arm around the slightly smaller demon who just leaned into his touches. "This is Y/N, one of the most daring and powerful overlords on this side of the pentagram!"
"Pleasure to meet you, Princess Charlie." The Overlord bowed his head at the sight of Charlie wanting to show respect before he turned to Alastor with a small smile. "You didn't need to introduce me that way, dear."
Everyone was surprised to say the least
THE RADIO DEMON TAKEN? MARRIED?
Alastor always seemed like the type to hate being touched yet he was married and affectionate with?
Y/N was the complete opposite of Alastor
Rarely smiled when he came to visit the hotel for his husband
Quietely observed whenever they were singing and dancing
The two kept their rings on golden/silver chains instead of wearing them on their ring fingers.
"Well, farewell chums!"
At the snap of Alastor's fingers, Y/N and himself vanished from the hotel to a restaurant in cannibal town.
Y/N looked at his lover and tilted his head. "May I hold your hand, dear?" he asked his husband, the Radio Demon was relaxed with the other Overlord.
Sinners that saw the two at the restaurant fled in fear of getting killed or their souls taken.
Alastor's smile turned into something that softened as he took his lover's hand. "Of course, darling." he nodded his head while the two of them walked towards where they would be sitting.
The two Overlords wouldn't let anything ruin their date.
Of course, Y/N visited more often
He was more affectionate than Alastor
Alastor married a demisexual icon
He just always asked before he did anything
Nobody in the hotel knew what Y/N liked except Alastor
Y/N was always gentle with anybody that he knew
Usually, Y/N was grumpy and never smiled whenever he was alone with anybody
He was less grumpy when Alastor was around and only smiled a bit when his husband was around.
Y/N also avoided dancing and singing like the plague. DON'T EXPECT HIM TO JOIN IN!
Unless it's to slow dance with Alastor
"So...How long have you been married to Alastor?"
"I don't know why it's your business..." The (H/C) haired Overlord turned his head to Angel Dust before taking a sip of whiskey and shrugged his shoulders. "We've been married for decades, we got married when we were alive."
Charlie smiled when she heard that. "So you knew him before? That's really sweet!" she said clapping her hands.
Y/N's frown worsened when he heard him. "Not...really sweet? We only got married when we were humans for benefits." he blunted said and shrugged. "I guess we didn't really fall in love til we ended up down here?"
"But did you love him when you both were alive?"
Y/N looked around to make sure Alastor wasn't around before he softened his expression when thinking about his time with his husband.
He looked away from the princess as he took a sip of his whiskey.
"Of course I did."
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one fem!reader, 2k
“Mummy and Daddy’s evening off though, love? Really?”
“Oh shut up, you horrid thing. I know.”
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astarion is a newly-minted girldad. that's it. that's the plot.
word count: 2,028
an: fluff, fluff n more fluff. no smut this time. soon. promise. parts ONE and TWO linked respectively but can be read alone.
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“She’s asleep, Astarion!”
You are wide eyed, furious; speaking in a whispered shout at your husband.
His pale hands flit across the ties of your shirt, frisking every which way they turn. You slap them off like flies on fruit.
“Even more reason to take advantage of the situation, if you ask me.” He murmurs hungrily in your ear, hands now circling down to your waist to tug on your waistband.
“It’s a fine job I didn’t ask you then!” Gritted teeth. Eyes aflame. Cornered against the dresser.
The crib beside your bed holds your infant daughter - skittish and fresh to a world wholly unknown in every sense of the word. She rests rarely and wails often for company in these early months of being alive with you both. Pallid and red-eyed yet beautiful beyond comparison and entirely yours.
Seeing you together brings him joy unparalleled.
He has, genuinely; never been prouder of anything of his doing - saving the Sword Coast is a drop in the ocean that is completely and utterly awash with love for your youngling. The mistaken mess of his own bastard elven vampiric genetics now born unto another. This time it would be right. The hunger, the rot; the abuse and neglect, they were hundreds of miles away.
He would make it right.
But it was already so. She was here, and you all cried together in that dark, sweaty birth chamber. His great guttural sob at her birth, wracked with emotion he never knew he could possibly be permitted to feel on this immortal coil. Your genuinely feral howls of pain turned weeping with pure joy.
Two full days of agony unlike any you’ve ever endured and she had arrived, breathing; wailing; skin of a changeling in birthing viscera and lungs keen to rival any bellow of the Gods.
Astarion weakly clinging to you both; tears salting your lips and wetting her tiny head for hours on end.
The great weight of another being on your shoulders. His sincere - yet cliche - fervently whispered oath to her just moments after being placed in his arms.
She is home. She is loved beyond any unit of measure. She will want for nothing, and she will never know anguish like that of her parents and their complex lives. No matter who she is or what she becomes, she has two people who are in her corner. She will be fierce if she so desires. Cunning. Witty. Roguish. Barbaric. Horrid.
It didn’t matter. It never would.
She was yours, and his; and she would always have a choice.
He had spoken with her for hours, the nurse whispered to inform you once you had awoken from the deepest slumber of your life. Even then when you looked he was hanging over her small form in her cot, running his lithe fingers over her tiny hands and feet in a repetitive soothing pattern.
When you queried the topic of conversation he simply looked at you with a grin so lovesick it would flip your stomach completely. Butterflies.
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“We deserve a bit of fun though, darling. Mummy and Daddy’s evening off? No?”
Astarion pouts, wrapping his arms around you - still pinned against the dresser - and inhaling your scent deeply.
You return the gesture and cough reactively.
“You stink of Noblestalk. I know your tricks.”
You playfully shove him away and tiptoe from your room to the landing, the pale elf hot on your heels.
“I have never stunk in my life, thank you.” He sulks.
You pointedly stop to look at him, before picking up a basket of waiting laundry and descending the stairs. He follows.
“I’m trying to fuck you, dear. Don’t make it weird.” He rolls his eyes and huffs.
You hum.
“Corpses tend to smell awful.”
“Warning.”
“You started it.”
“Touché.”
A beat of silence.
“Mummy and Daddy’s evening off though, love? Really?”
“Oh shut up, you horrid thing. I know.”
“You’re getting rusty.”
He captures you in a kiss as you reach the bottom of the stairs, slow and patient. Holding your free arm to keep you close.
“Look at me. I’m the epitome of the fatherly jester!’
Waggles his free hand.
‘I have been blessed with brains and humour anew by the birth of our daughter, clearly.’
He grimaces.
‘Not necessarily superior versions of either, but I - am - changed.”
From the moment of her conception you’d felt it. An old wives’ tale. The night you’d agreed to mother a brood alongside him, you knew she was there. That she was her. That she was brewing as something brilliant deep inside you and nothing would be as it was ever again.
He’d called it ridiculous, gestured wildly and rolled his eyes to the deepest hells, but a hazardous hope never left them until you’d far missed your bleed and it was confirmed to be true.
From that moment onwards, something shifted even further in Astarion.
The domestic tether to your townhouse in the city - no longer just a convenience to remain a steady base for you both, but a fundamental part of his scene setting, to plant roots and grow together. Two centuries of rot and abuse, and his reward was finally nearing completion.
His nesting phase began far earlier than yours and with greater intensity than you could’ve matched even without the issue of your later-heaving belly. Entire pinboards tacked with decadent fabric swatches for every occasion - be it swaddling or nursery curtains. Tailor’s tape around his neck each morning and notebook in hand to note your measurements and take inventory of your wardrobe; ensuring you never looked awry or felt anything less than wholly comfortable.
Because gods forbid ill-fitted clothing stand in the way of you and your brutal vomiting spells, obviously. A pointed click of his tongue as he fixes your sleeve.
In the middle months of your gestation, the typically discerning clientele who visited you and Astarion in your tailor’s store at the dead of night were the first to become privy to the news. Rounder by the week, flushed; brimming with a deep fatigue and yet somehow absolutely aglow.
Children to be fitted for yet another presentation evening placed sleepy hands on your belly with a saccharine softness. Their parents jostle you - sometimes in congratulations, sometimes to whisper in sheer curiosity. Dhampir are a notoriously rare breed, and you’re certain there were rumours of a third party involvement in the process.
‘No, no. We just tried really, really hard.’ You’d smile, as if in a blissful stupor from just the recollection. He’d turn to you with his ridiculously brilliant hearing; needle between teeth, brow raised; lips upturned in a slight quirk. Devilishly handsome, never anything less.
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You drop the laundry basket in the kitchen corner. A stuffed bear falls from it. Clive.
A pause.
“You never asked what I did with that shirt, you know.”
It takes you a moment to recall which shirt he’s referring to. He sits at the table and watches you lazily.
“Which? The one for Mr. Chugley? I didn’t think it needed much by way of adjustment, at least?”
A stale piece of burnt toast sits on the counter untouched. You bite and chew and bite and chew like a woman who has never once tasted a morsel so divine; so untainted by the evils of hot butter and a filling bronze crunch.
“Oh - Bunt? Gods, no.’
He sips his stone-cold tea. A fresh film wobbles on top.
‘Bunt Chugley.”
A snort of laughter sends it straight back through his nose and out onto the table. You begin to choke on your toast.
“Bunt Chugley.” You giggle, crumbs spilling from your mouth.
Astarion stands to wipe himself down, creasing over with an escalating laughter.
“Bunt Chugley.”
He waggles his hands, eyes heavy lidded with lack of rest.
He looks purely maniacal.
“That’s- that’s what we should-’
You stop for breath, cackling now; hands over knees for a brief moment.
‘We should call the next one Bunt Chugley.”
He launches into a wheezing fit.
“How- How would that even work, darling? Like Bunt Chugley Ancunín, or- or-”
“No! No, no. Just that. Bunt Chugley.”
You hold both hands to your eye as if framing a canvas, looking through the gap at the ludicrous proposition in front of you.
He takes a moment to still. Smiles at you dopily.
Crosses the floor and brings both hands down to your waist with a gentle grasp.
“I am so sorry, my love.” He grins and holds his forehead against yours.
You look at him, dazed.
“Hmm?’
He simply looks up.
A profoundly gut-wrenching wail becomes apparent to you from above. Your face falls.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake, Astarion.”
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He’s up the stairs before you can comment further, swiftly darting back into your chambers and grinning with an unbridled joy - though, you note, with lack of rest that grin is beginning to look more insane by the hour.
“Sweetheart! My darling girl. Shush now. You’re sounding something absolutely wicked.”
You watch on from the doorway, arms folded; stale toast in hand and jaws meeting in a firm chew.
He’s far too good with her.
It somewhat surprised you at first just how innately fatherhood came to him, but as he picks her up and cradles her intently it’s as if there are fractures of his own childhood coming back. How he was loved, how he was held.
A piece of him, now alive and breathing again after all these years of death.
He coos at her, bouncing her small frame gently in his arms and hushing her with each wail. It takes very little for soft mewls to take their place as she reaches aimlessly in his direction.
He leans towards her grasping fingers and allows her to take one of his ringlets from the front of his head as he kisses her tummy. She’s enthralled by him; recognises him. She wants to know more of him.
As he lifts his head her grasp remains firm.
“We have some work to do on your sleight of hand, I think. Not to worry.”
Ever so gently, he unpicks her fascinated fingers and kisses them all in tow. Her face looks almost ready to crumple before he reaches for one final kiss on the very top of her head.
“There, now. All better. Back to sleep?’
A gurgle. A puzzled blink.
‘Absolutely. Mummy does look particularly radiant today, doesn’t she? I’ll be sure to send your regards.”
He catches the smile on your face. Winks your way.
“You’re getting the baby to flirt on your behalf now?” You tease.
“That’s the lady of the house to you. She was simply passing on her praises.” He whispers as he places her back into her crib and steps back fondly. Sidles over to you as you finish the last bite of toast and pulls you in for a soft kiss.
“Stop playing coy. I know you feel the same way I do.’
He whispers down at you.
‘You want another one, don’t you?’
A kiss on the very top of your head.
“You’re projecting.” You smile.
You can’t deny him for long, he knows this. You don’t particularly want to.
Since becoming a mother you’ve taken to parenthood almost as naturally as he has; and when the topic has come up since you’ve struggled to say no and mean it.
“Think, though. The sooner we try again, the sooner we can begin building our little mercenary force.” He looks at you with the face of a man who thinks he’s just had a really good idea.
“Oh! Yes! You’ve sold me!’
You pull him into a long kiss, the kind that still makes you swoon after all this time together. He tastes like cold tea and smells so clinical you can’t help but laugh heartily as you pull away.
‘That Noblestalk is getting to me. Have a bath and try again with a little less?”
He scowls before narrowing his eyes in thought.
“Does that mean what I think it means?”
“It just might, my darling dearest.”
You wink this time.
The bath starts running before you’ve fully made it back down the stairs.
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still winning in the end || charles leclerc smau
summery ; people just hating, nothing weird
warnings ; just people hating, fat shaming, i’m not the most sentimental person and never know what to say, you will see
authors note ; faceclaim for this story is elsa hosk, meaning people shaming y/n in this story are not shaming the face claim!
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#f1#drabble#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x female reader#charles leclerc x reader#one shot#social media#social media au#fanfiction#no smut#charles#charles leclerc#y/n#formule 1#formule one fanfiction#dad!charles leclerc#dad!leclerc#short story
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𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑 // birthday boy ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖
genre: fluff ᯓ★ , cuddling w/ eren headcanons <3
not really used to receiving cuddles, you being his first actual girlfriend
so when you cuddle with him for the first time, he’s a little awkward
would pretend to hate it at first, turning away to hide his flustered state
gives in after seeing your big doe eyes looking back up at him and you gently tugging his shirt
switches between big spoon and little spoon
but usually the big spoon
smells of cedar, sandalwood and roses, his naturally sweet musk
he lightly chuckles and blushes when he notices you sniffing him curiously, like a puppy, moving you closer to him
plays with your hair, gently running it through his slender fingers
you pull him in for a gentle tender kiss, your soft, plump lips against his suprisingly soft lips, the taste of your strawberry lipgloss lingering his tastebuds
on chilly days, his body heat warms you up
he’s basically a human sized heater
he gently kisses your forehead, noticing you getting sleepy from the ambience
you both fall asleep in each others embrace, fondly snuggling the other <3
you wake up after an hour or so
you blush and giggle cheekily, taking a picture of eren’s peaceful sleeping form, with his face relaxed for once, slightly drooling
you set it as your wallpaper, contemplating posting it on your story
he would actually flip and kill you
not really lol, he has such a soft spot for you <3
happy birthday to eren yeager, the freest boy in the world ♡ !!
#eren jaeger#eren aot#eren x reader#eren yeager#eren fluff#soft eren#eren#eren jeager x reader#attack on titan#aot#no smut#cuz it’s ramadan#happy birthday#azalea’s diary ꒰ა☆໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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soft make out sessions with Ellie listening to 80s love songs 🤍
┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ Hell N Back
➤ little Ellie blurb.
➤ Please send me ideas for a summer au for either Joel or Ellie.
Ellie sits up on her elbow, looking down at your sleeping face. She stares for a moment, eyes trailing down your body covered partially by the blanket. She brushes strands of hair off your face, kissing your cheek ever so gently before slipping out of the bed.
She tiptoes across the room making her way over to the shelf. She skims over her collection of records, looking back to make sure you’re still asleep. Her breathing bitches as she watches you turn in your sleep. She carefully pulls out your favorite vinyl and places it on the record player. You start to stir at the sound of music flowing throughout the room, groaning as you slowly wake up. You call out Ellie’s name softly making her scramble back to the bed.
“I'm right here, baby,” she whispers, crawling back under the covers with you. You pull yourself closer to her, tucking your face in her chest. She strokes your hair as you grumble into her chest. “I can’t understand you.”
You pull away from her chest and look up at her with a pout, “You woke me up,” you say with a slight whine in your voice still half asleep making Ellie chuckle softly.
“I’m sorry,” she says, planting a soft kiss on your pouty lips, “but you just looked so cute.” You sigh, laying on your back to let your sleepy brain catch up with your body. Ellie leans over and rests her head on your chest, tracing lazy circles on your hip. You run your fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling of her weight against you. Ellie sits up slightly, pushing the straps of your shirt off your shoulders, planting soft kisses on your collarbone. You feel a shiver run down your spine as she moves her lips up to your neck, her breath warm against your skin. You can't help but let out a breathy sigh as she leaves a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline.
You tangle your hand in her hair, pulling her to your lip for a slow, passionate kiss. You cup her face in your hands, deepening the kiss as you feel her body press against yours. Ellie's hands slowly trace down your chest, settling on your hips, gripping them tightly as she pulls you closer. You break the kiss, gasping for air as Ellie's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. She pops her head up, looking at you with a sweet smile as you hold her face in your hands.
You brush your thumb over the crease between her eyebrows, trailing your thumb down her nose and across her lips. "I love you," you whisper, unable to resist the urge to kiss her again. You peck her lips continuously before pulling away, admiring the blush that spreads across her cheeks. Ellie chuckles dryly and leans in, meeting your lips eagerly. You wrap your arms around her neck, caressing the back of her head as you deepen the kiss. You don't pull away until you both need to catch your breath, wanting to savor the taste of her. As you pull away, she looks at you with a smile, her nose nudging your cheek as she leaves a lingering kiss there.
"I love you too," she says softly, her hand reaching up to stroke your cheek before resting her head on your chest. You hold her close, instinctively wrapping your arms around her as you stroke her hair gently.
"I love this song," you say, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence, as the music continues to play in the background.
"I know you do," she replies, smiling up at you as she traces circles on your chest. As the song ends, she leans in to kiss any part of you that she can reach. You cup her face bringing her back to your lips for a quick kiss. She tucks her head into your neck as the next song begins to play. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence once again, enjoying each other's company and the soft melody in the background.
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Inexperienced (S.R.)
Summary: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer.
Request: The reader is an overtly confident, social butterfly but has a secret… she’s still a virgin in every way, and it really bothers her. She’s also afraid to make the moves on her crush, Spencer, because of her inexperience.
A/N: This is about Reader getting her first kiss. Check out the sequel linked at the end!
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff (for Part 1)
Content Warning: Embarrassment, truth or dare (game), playful teasing, confessions, first kiss, kissing
Word Count: 3.5k
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I’d always tried to tell the truth. Ever since I was a young girl, I found even the whitest of lies to be a little too guilt inducing to be worth it.
In fact, there had been times I’d even questioned whether my truth was, unbeknownst to me, a lie. Because of that, it had certainly been an odd experience to perform my lie detector test when I first applied for the FBI.
Over the recent years, however, I’d perfected my ability to lie — about most things, anyway.
There had been one exception. A very handsome exception who was sat beside me fiddling with the buttons on his cardigan.
Spencer Reid, my team partner of choice and the love of my life.
He just didn’t know about that second part yet.
But of course, my friends had been very aware of my feelings for the BAU’s boy genius, as well as the fact I was absolutely petrified of him finding out. So, as I sat in the comfort of Emily’s apartment, surrounded by my friends and playing a lighthearted game, I thought I would be safe.
“Truth,” I said with confidence.
I had been very, very wrong.
“Again?! Really?!” Penelope groaned.
Emily was quick to follow, with her fingers and eyebrows raised, “That is the fourth truths in a row. Seventh—if you include Spencer’s.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a record,” JJ confirmed.
The conversation was bouncing so quickly, with each of them having perfected predicting each other’s next sentence. It was a well-oiled team, after all.
But Spencer broke pattern, butting in between quick quips to ask, “Why are we including mine?”
“I mean, by all means,” I shouted with a smile, “feel free to skip me!”
Penelope saw the easy out she’d given be and obstinately refused.
“No way. Nu-uh. If you’re going to be a party pooper, I’m going to make you pay!”
The rest of the team — including Luke this time but excluding Spencer — let out a harmony of “oooohs” in response to the threat.
“I’m ready,” I dared.
I should’ve known better than to dare.
“Do you think I’m bluffing?” she balked.
I really should’ve known better.
“You tell me, Pen-el-o-pe.”
“Okay, Miss Profiler, fine! Then my truth question to you is…”
I had been so cocky, so sure that Penelope wouldn’t dare take advantage of an innocent crush. But once she’d started, with an ever-escalating pitch until her breath ran out, I knew that I was sorely mistaken.
Penelope had a twinkle in her eye and a sickly-sweet smile on her face as she asked calmly, “Why won’t you tell boy wonder over here how you feel?”
The whole team devolved into chaos within a second. The peanut gallery was loud, but the heartbeat in my ears was even louder.
“Pfft, what?” I scoffed.
I hadn’t meant to look at him. Really, it was the last thing I’d wanted to do. But my brain couldn’t resist following her finger until she pointed directly at the boy to my right.
Spencer looked at me, also. We both stared at each other for a second with confusion and — more notably — embarrassment plastered all over our faces.
I wondered which part of it embarrassed him. I’d hoped it had been the attention, but the quiet voice in my head assured me that it was me that he found embarrassing.
“What? Spencer?” I asked.
As soon as I said his name, I watched one side of his lip twitch into a smile. It made my stomach fully flip, and I looked away as quickly as I could. Of course, that just put my attention back on the group currently laughing at how we were the perfect pair of obvious and oblivious.
“Uh-yeah,” Penelope snickered.
“What are you talking about? We’re friends. He knows that,” I stated so matter-of-factly that it almost sounded fake.
We were friends. I just wanted a little more than… friends.
I turned to the man in question again, but this time, his smile was different. It was lopsided and half-hearted, and it made me feel even worse for putting the spotlight on him.
“Right?” I asked him.
For a second, Spencer looked like he wanted to say something. But then he just cleared his throat.
“Yeah, of course,” he said. “We’re friends.”
Just friends.
JJ, the typical mother of the group, had tried her best not to laugh. However, after four glasses of wine and no intentions of driving home that night, JJ’s lips had gotten loose.
“Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?” she slurred in a feigned whisper to the woman beside her.
Emily was less inebriated than the others, it seemed. At least, that seemed to be the simplest answer for why she sighed and waved her hand in an attempt to quiet the group.
“You guys, we better stop or they’re never going to admit it.”
Her attempt failed, however, courtesy of Penelope’s number one fan.
“Yeah, right,” Luke laughed, “I give it a week. Maybe a month.”
Everything was going so fast that it felt like my brain was running in slow motion. I’d been there before. In that loud, suffocating moment where I wanted to say anything to stop the ridicule.
‘These are my friends,’ I reminded myself, ‘they’re just poking fun.’
They were good people. They just didn’t realize that in their banter, they’d stumbled into my greatest insecurity. It wasn’t entirely their fault. I’d never told them.
I’d never told them that the reason I didn’t want to confront my feelings was because it was the first time that I’d really felt like this. For most of my life, I’d convinced myself that the right time was never coming for me.
But then I met Spencer. I met him and it seemed like waiting hadn’t been a mistake, but cosmic design.
I thought Spencer had been like me. I thought it wouldn’t be humiliating to tell him that I’d never actually been kissed, much less…
I thought he was like me. It had only taken one poorly timed joke about his ex-girlfriends before I realized that I had been wrong. It only took one polaroid, one story about the time he sucked face with a serial killer for me to realize that Spencer Reid — bona fide nerd, multiple graduate, scrawny, clueless Spencer Reid — was so far out of my fucking league.
The thought of him learning all of this now, in front of all of our friends, was a little too much to handle. Like the monster in the Tell-Tale Heart, my paranoia grew until I was about ready to confess. The truth was going to come out. I couldn’t lie to him.
My breathing picked up and I felt the wine rising in my throat. No matter how hard I swallowed it, my eyes still started to feel with tears.
‘Not now,’ I begged, ‘Not like this.’
“Dare!” Spencer yelled.
Again, the group descended into chaos. This time, it was quieter. This time, the whispers and snickers were aimed towards the man who’d just done what was least expected of him.
“I-I pick dare,” Spencer repeated, “I’ll go.”
Any relief I’d felt was so, so short lived, though. Because not even a second after he’d finished his sentence, Luke spoke.
“Oh, now you’re brave? Alright, then, white knight, I dare you to kiss her.”
Spencer looked at me, and my eyes shut tightly enough to free a few of the droplets that had gathered on the edge.
I wanted to shout, to say anything at all. But ultimately, it wouldn’t take the pain away. No matter how quickly they began to pick up on the shifted tone, the damage was already done.
Before anyone could say a word to make it any worse – or worse, try to apologize – I’d stood from my seat and bolted out of the room. Just as I turned the corner into the guest bedroom, however, I’d heard a familiar voice calling my name as he followed.
Spencer hadn’t been able to stop me, though.
I shut the door and tried to catch my breath. I tried to shake off the anxiety and shame that had led me to the empty room in the first place.
I wouldn’t be alone for nearly long enough.
Spencer, knowing he was the very last person I’d wanted to see in that moment, only gave me a few seconds of silence before his voice could be heard on the other side of the door.
“Hey, are you alright?”
I stepped away from it like I would be able to hide. When I didn’t answer, though, he became bolder. The doorknob turned slowly, and before I could say no, the light from the hallway was peeking through into the room.
“I’m so sorry—" he started.
“Go away!” I shouted back while frantically wiping tears off my face.
I refused to turn around. I was too scared. Too scared of the pity on his face and my propensity for telling the truth. I was so scared that if I opened my mouth to say anything but a beg for him to leave, I would say something so much harder to forgive.
But his stubbornness was part of the reason why I’d loved him in the first place. I couldn’t fault him for only shutting the door after he’d stepped inside. I couldn’t hate him for reaching out and holding my wrist like it would shatter on impact.
If I could hate him for caring about me, this would be so much easier.
“I’m really sorry,” he whispered. He had nothing to apologize for. Still, I felt how much he’d meant it. I could feel the hesitation and trembling in his thumb as he strokes the underside of my wrist.
He never stopped long enough to count my pulse — not even for the card counting savant. There was nothing nefarious. Nothing stopping me from lying to him if I wanted to.
With my back still to him, he stepped closer. I could hear his regret in shaky breath when he said, “I should’ve told them to stop.”
“No, I’m sorry,” I answered immediately. My treacherous body turned to face him and more. My wrist twisted until it was so easy for him to lace our fingers together.
The words flowed from me so easily as long as I didn’t look him in the eyes.
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I’m not mad at you or anything, I just… I don’t know.”
From my peripherals, I saw how Spencer tilted his head and shoulders down to meet my shrunken figure. Without saying anything, he managed to make me look up at him.
With tears in my eyes and my bottom lip firmly between my teeth, Spencer looked at me and managed to make me feel beautiful.
“If you’re worried about hurting my feelings, I just want you to know that it’s totally okay if you don’t… want to kiss me,” he said.
It almost sounded like a lie.
“I completely understand and I would never want you to do anything that makes you even remotely uncomfortable and—“
“Spencer, that’s not the problem.”
Of all the possible rejections he’d expected, that apparently hadn’t been one of them. The boy genius was caught so off guard that he didn’t even know how to reply. His body relaxed, but his jaw remained tense as he tried to run through what possibilities he had failed to account for.
Coming up short, he was forced to ask the question I’d been dreading.
“So… what is?”
“This is humiliating,” I mumbled mostly to myself.
“Why?” he asked.
I looked into eyes that always made me smile and I felt my heart stop. In fact, time itself seemed to stop. The clocks on the walls got louder and slower, like a countdown to the end of something.
Spencer looked terrified, like he was waiting for something horrible. If the voice in my head was to be believed, I guess he was, in a way.
Something would change if I told him the truth. I couldn’t know what or how, but I knew that nothing would be the same.
But… maybe that wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Maybe… it could be better.
“I didn’t want you to kiss me because I…”
I could have lied to him.
I just didn’t want to.
“I really want you to kiss me,” I said. “Just… not like this.”
Spencer’s hand went slack in mine. In a way, he’d let go without actually letting go. Just a gentle shift of his fingers from desperation to shock.
Spencer didn’t pull away. He mostly just… stood there, with his mouth hung open and his mind working slower than it ever had before. But my mind was racing, and my lips felt inclined to follow the train of thought that was now racing down the tracks.
“I want you to kiss me because you want to kiss me. Not because of a stupid dare.”
“Oh,” he said with a shaky exhale.
That was all he’d given me to work with. In a way, it was a blessing, because it didn’t sound enough like an outright rejection for me to stop my loose lips from continuing to spill the contents of my heart in front of him.
“I just wanted… if you kissed me, I wanted it to be more special than that. I wanted it to mean something.”
Like a light switch had flipped on in his brain, Spencer jolted back to his usual energy. That frantic, curious kid trapped in a man’s body was so quick to figure it out.
“Wait, have you never kissed anyone before?” he theorized.
And yeah, he was right, but he didn’t have to say it.
“Freaking profilers,” I grumbled, pulling my hand away from his to cross my arms firmly against my chest. I turned ever-so-slightly away from him before deciding, “You know what? Never mind, I don’t want you to kiss me anymore.”
A bold lie.
Spencer didn’t believe me nor let me get too far. With both hands on my shoulders, he quickly turned me back to him.
“Wait! Wait, is that why you were embarrassed?”
My lips puckered to stop my heart from letting anything else out. My eyes avoided his, no matter how insistent and inviting he was. I pursed my lips tightly enough together that Spencer could hear the answer in the body language.
And with the sweetest, shyest smile I’ve ever seen, he whispered back, “(Y/n) that’s… that’s really sweet.”
It was just so genuine. I was no good at telling when someone was lying, but I had been very experienced in telling the truth.
I knew he had meant it. I just didn’t know why. But in the spirit of truth telling, I decided to simply ask.
“How is that sweet?”
“You want me to be your first kiss,” he said. With incredulity in every part of his expression, he chuckled, “I’m flattered you think so highly of me.”
“I don’t know why, seeing as no one else was interested,” I grumbled.
Spencer did not appreciate the self-deprecating humor. In fact, he was very quick to disprove its contents.
“I promise you that there have been people that wanted to kiss you,” he assured me. Then, with a brief pause after he realized the web he’d gotten himself stuck in, Spencer gave me his own admission.
“You’re, uh… you’re looking at one of them.”
In that moment, between our lopsided smiles and white flags, I realized how silly this had all been. I wondered for a brief second how this could have gone so differently, how we had wasted so much time obstinately refusing to admit what we both felt out of fear of losing one another.
But we never would have. Still, as I reached out and embraced him without the heavy weight of that burden on my back, I didn’t regret waiting.
In fact, it almost seemed like that was how it had always been meant to be.
“Thanks, Spencer,” I said into his shirt. “Sorry I was weird.”
He just laughed, holding me even closer than I’d ever thought possible as he promised, “I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”
And I knew that he’d meant it. There wasn’t a lie to be found.
Leaving the room after that had been so easy. The world had changed for us so quickly in a matter of minutes that I’d almost forgotten no one else knew what was going on. But I suppose the disruption had been enough of a punishment for their meddling.
I couldn’t hate them when Spencer’s hand was in mine. I couldn’t fault them at all for giving us that push — no matter how humiliating it had been — because in the end, I had everything I could ever ask for. I had everything I needed.
The rest of the night was like it always was. No one said a word about the way Spencer never let his hand leave me in some way, shape, or form. No one even mentioned the fact that our longing stares had changed to something else.
Everyone just had fun, knowing that they had been right about Mrs. Obvious and Mr. Oblivious.
As the night wound down, I found myself dreading leaving. Not only because Spencer had been the designated driver — and a terrible driver, at that — but because that meant he would have to leave.
When he parked the car in my driveway, I thought of what I could do to prolong the inevitable. I hadn’t been expecting him to be quite as much of the gentleman as he was, but I wasn’t going to complain when he hopped out of the driver’s side and ran over to open my door for me.
The walk to my door was silent and felt like forever. I almost wanted to invite him in, but I knew what his answer would be. It had been late, and a lot had happened. I was sure we both agreed that it was alright to take it slow.
I mean, look how long it had taken to get us there.
Once we arrived at my door, Spencer let go of my hand. He still stayed just as close, though. From mere inches away, he looked down at me with an affection so blatant it made my cheeks burn.
I was about to open my mouth to say goodnight when I decided that I had something better to ask, instead.
“Truth or dare?”
Spencer smiled. He swayed even closer, backing me against the entrance and whispering his answer inches from my lips.
“Dare.”
I knew he could feel the way my breath shook. He could see how my eyelids began fluttering shut before I’d given him his instruction.
That wouldn’t stop me, though.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
Spencer’s hands touched me first. He cradled my face before pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, unsure if I could handle the yearning in his eyes. I didn’t know what to expect, so I just stood patiently, counting the quick beats of my heart, and feeling the warmth of his breath fanning over my lips.
But then, just before I thought he would kiss me, he moved. Spencer tilted my head down and quickly pressed a gentle, chaste kiss against my forehead.
Even that innocent touch lit my body on fire. I opened my eyes, surprised to find that he wasn’t finished yet. I giggled as his kisses continued — one on each cheek before the quickest on the tip of my nose.
I laughed, a sound filled with excitement and my love for that silly boy. Spencer pulled away then, and I almost had the chance to be disappointed.
But then he kissed me. Without any hesitation, no moment of anticipation, he pulled my body forward while simultaneously pushing it back. He kissed me with soft lips and gentle hands.
Eventually, I had the sense to kiss him back. I knew it would be shier and less practiced, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he smiled against my lips once he felt it. He continued his attempts to kiss me until our smiles and laughter were too much to keep it up.
When he stepped back and away then, I felt no disappointment. I felt nothing resembling anything bad, and Spencer seemed equally satisfied.
He still felt the need to explain himself, though. Just in case.
“Not because of the dare,” he said with a shrug and a smile, “Just because I wanted to.”
Then, with the complete lack of grace that I’d loved him for, he stumbled back down the stairs with an awkward wave.
“Goodnight,” he said before I returned it with a promise.
“Until next time.”
I had a feeling we'd have even more fun with that one.
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title: a very furby christmas
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader
rating: t
word count: 3.6k
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summary:
it’s christmas eve 1998 and joel miller thinks everything is perfect.
well, until his brother admits he didn’t get sarah the one present she wanted - the furby. now, joel has to go out on christmas eve to find the year’s hottest toy that’s been sold out for months.
turns out, you’re on the same mission. and you’ve both found the last furby in town.
author’s note:
this is just a silly lil feel good holiday fic that’s been plaguing my brain. if you are too young to have experience the furby craze, i implore you to look it up. however, if you do remember, i hope this gives you a happy dose of nostalgia. gingerbread dividers by @saradika-graphics
tags/warnings:
pre-outbreak, no use of y/n, holiday/christmas fic, the last toy trope, no smut, age gap - not explicitly specified but joel is 31 and reader is mid-20s, the great miller gingerbread construction competition, operation get sarah miller a furby, some kissing.
“Dad! Wake up!” Sarah shouts, bursting into Joel’s room. She leaps onto the bed, bouncing on her knees and jostling him around on the mattress as he groans.
“Sarah, baby, it’s too damn early,” he says, pulling the quilt over his head. “Go back to sleep.”
“But it’s Christmas Eve!” The bouncing stops as she lays beside him, tugging the quilt down. ���It’s time to make cinnamon rolls. And we gotta make cookies for Santa.”
Joel blinks, his daughter’s face coming into focus, bright brown eyes and a gap toothed smile filling his vision. Her hair is a wild mess from sleep and her unicorn pajama shirt is stained with toothpaste. At eight years old, she’s starting to lean out, her cheeks no longer as round and her limbs at that stage of awkward adolescent lankiness. He wants to sleep, wants a few more hours of rest after a jam packed holiday season of repairs and deadlines and supply issues, but looking at her smiling face and remembering that she’s getting older…
Well, that gets him moving.
“Alright. Let’s get downstairs and make Santa the best cookies he’s ever had.”
She squeals, scrambling off the bed and racing out of the room, light footsteps descending the stairs as he rubs the sleep from his eyes and gets up to find a t-shirt in the pile of laundry he’s neglected to put away, opting to dig through its wrinkled contents for what he needs each day instead.
He makes his way downstairs and to find his daughter rummaging through the fridge and pulling out eggs and milk for their customary Christmas Eve cinnamon rolls and the jangle of keys in the doorknob lets him know that Tommy has arrived.
“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Millers!” His younger brother announces. “Sarah! It don’t smell like cinnamon in here!”
“Dad woke up late,” she shouts back. Tommy grins at Joel as he passes, slapping a hand on his shoulder.
“‘Course he did,” he says with a wink. Joel rolls his eyes as he gets the electric mixer from the top cabinet for Sarah and preheats the oven for her.
“Y’know, Santa can take all those presents he’s got ready for you and leave them at other houses for nicer kids,” he says. Sarah’s eyes go wide.
“He wouldn’t!” She yelps. “I’ve been good all year!”
“Don’t listen to your daddy, sweetheart. He’s just bein’ a sensitive Sally,” Tommy says. She breathes a sigh of relief, her attention returning to her task of cracking eggs.
“I just really hope Santa brings me a Furby,” she says wistfully. “I want one of ‘em so bad. Chrissy got one when they came out in October and they’re so cool!”
“I’m sure Santa will come through,” Joel says, catching Tommy’s eye and winking. Tommy’s brows pinch together as he mouths, “What?”
Joel widens his eyes at him, a look that screams, “What do you mean, what?!”
Tommy continues to look confused and Joel squeezes his eyes shut, turning back to his daughter to help her with rolling out the dough she’s mixed up. She continues to chat about her excitement for tomorrow, especially because her big sister has agreed to stop by in the morning.
“You didn’t forget that she’s coming, right?” Sarah asks.
“‘Course not, sweetie,” Joel replies distractedly. The hours Joel works aren’t always conducive to a prompt after school pick up, so most days Sarah spends time with a volunteer from the Empowered Girls program that she calls her “big sister”. He always forgets her name, but he knows she’s a student working on her master’s degree in elementary education at University of Texas. Did he forget she was coming? Yeah, maybe, but he’s got bigger problems right now.
Like the fact that Tommy is acting like he has no clue he was supposed to get Sarah that damn Furby for Christmas.
Once the cinnamon rolls are in the oven and Sarah returns to her room to get dressed for the day, Joel smacks Tommy on the back of the head.
“Ow! The fuck?” He asks, rubbing the sore spot. “What was that for?”
“Tell me you didn’t forget that perfect little girl’s goddamn talkin’ demon toy or I’ll do it again,” Joel warns, already raising his hand. Tommy scrambles from his seat, hands held up defensively as he backs himself up against the counter to get away from his brother’s assault.
“You didn’t tell me to get one!” He insists. Joel stares at him incredulously.
“I sure as hell did! I gave you fifty bucks three weeks ago and asked you to get one because I’d be workin’ OT until Christmas Eve and it would be too late by then!”
“I thought the fifty was for me. Like an early gift or somethin’.”
Joel closes his eyes and attempts to take a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, he feels no more calm as he looks at his brother.
“Great. Now I’m gonna have to go to the goddamn toy store on Christmas Eve to find one of these things.”
“I’ll go for you,” Tommy offers. Joel hits him with a look.
“No. I ain’t makin’ that mistake again. You’re stayin’ here with Sarah and I’ll go get the Furball.”
“It’s Furby,” Tommy corrects. Joel reaches out and smacks his head again before he can protect himself.
Sarah returns to the kitchen, dressed in her Rudolph t-shirt and jeans and smiling brightly as she says, “I’m ready to make cookies!”
Joel smiles apologetically. “Bad news, sweetheart. I gotta run down to a job site and check in on somethin’. Looks like a plumbin’ emergency.”
“On Christmas Eve?” She asks, smile dropping from her face. “But we have to make the cookies!”
“I know, I know, but Uncle Tommy will stay and help you. Ain’t that right, Tommy?”
“Yep. And we’ll make cookies better than any your daddy has ever made, too.”
Joel’s teeth grind together at the dig but he keeps smiling at his daughter. “Right. See? I shouldn’t be gone too long.”
“I guess,” she says forlornly. Her arms wrap around Joel’s legs and squeeze tightly. Joel smooths a hand over her wild hair, glaring at Tommy.
“Sorry, sweetie. But the sooner I head out, the sooner I can get back, okay?”
“Okay,” she mumbles against his thigh. “I’ll make sure Uncle Tommy doesn’t eat all the dough before we bake it.
“That’s my girl,” Joel says.
________
You knew you shouldn’t have waited this long to go shopping for your little sister’s Christmas gift, but you’d picked up extra shifts at your part time job since you weren’t flying home for the holiday break and time just slipped away from you. Now you’re entering your fourth store on a desperate hunt for the one toy she hasn’t stopped talking about since it came out in October.
“It’s called a Furby and the more you talk to it, the more it learns,” she told you, showing you the fluffy toy in a catalog one day. “Isn’t it so cute?!”
“It’s…something,” you replied, staring at its dead eyes. “And that’s what you want for Christmas?”
“Yeah, I don’t know if Santa will bring it for me. I told dad about it, but he’s been really busy with work and I don’t know if he remembered to tell Santa.”
You wander around the store, looking for the garish pink and blue sign that lorded over the toy display. You finally spot it, crossing your fingers as you quickly approach what looks like a mostly barren shelf. There’s something on the bottom row, but your experience in other stores has showed you that often people abandon their unwanted items in the Furby display, leading to false hope.
“Please, please, please,” You mumble, moving quickly now. You’re trying not to break into a run in the middle of the store but after so many disappointments, you can’t be blamed for your steps turning into a light jog.
A pair of unseeing mechanical blue eyes stare back at you from the bottom shelf as you get closer. Pristine white fur, pointed ears, and a little yellow beak encased in plastic.
The last Furby.
You’re so close to success you can taste it.
You reach for the toy, ready to scoop it into your arms and take a victory march to the lone cashier left working, when a tan hand emerges from your left, landing on the box just as you touch it.
“‘Scuse me,” a deep voice says, southern drawl blanketing the words. You look up, gaze meeting the warm brown eyes of a handsome man, tall and broad with messy dark curls. He smiles, all smooth charm as he says, “I’m goin’ to need this toy.”
You stand firm. “I think I was here first, sir.”
The charming smile drops. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Look, I need this toy for my daughter. I’ve been lookin’ for one all over town.”
You place your free hand on your hip. “I need it for my little sister and I’ve also been all over town today. If you needed it so bad, why didn’t you get it sooner?”
“Pot, meet kettle,” he replies. You roll your eyes. “Come on, please? Ain’t there somethin’ else your little sister is dyin’ to have?”
“She’s talked about this toy for months,” you tell him. “And she’s worried Santa isn’t going to bring it, so I wanted to make sure I got her one.”
He smiles softly. “Sounds like my daughter. She handed me no less than five letters to Santa to mail off askin’ for one.”
“So why didn’t you get one before tonight?” You ask curiously.
“My dumbass brother,” he says. “I‘ve been workin’ overtime for the last few months, so I told him to go out and get one. He didn’t listen.”
“That sucks.”
“What about you? What made you wait so long?”
It should probably feel weird, having a full conversation with a stranger while you’re in a stand off over a Furby, but the man’s smile has your stomach twisting, wanting to know more about him and oddly thrilled that he wants to know more about you, too.
“I picked up a lot of extra shifts since I’m on break. I go to UT,” you tell him. “Time just got away from me.”
“Yeah, I’m familiar with the feelin’.”
A crackle sounds over the store speakers, a bored voice announcing, “Attention Toys R’ Us shoppers. The store will be closing in five minutes. Please make your way to the front of the store to complete your purchases.”
The man’s expression grows panicked. You sigh, taking your hand from the box.
“Get it for your daughter,” you tell him. “Keep that Santa magic going for a bit longer.”
“Are you sure?” He asks. “What’ll you get for your sister?”
You look around the store, spotting a sporting gear display. You take off in its direction.
“I’ll figure something out!”
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“It’s a Furby!” Sarah shouts, shaking the box in her excitement. “Look, dad! Santa got me a Furby!”
“Is that so?” Joel says, sipping from his mug of coffee with a splash of Bailey’s, his own personal Christmas tradition. “See? I told ya I sent out all those letters you wrote.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She chants, running around the family room in her red plaid pajamas. Tommy, still barely awake, nods as Sarah shows him the list of features on the back.
It’s close to 9 a.m. but the Miller brothers had a late night of wrapping presents and drinking whiskey in order to have the tidy pile of brightly colored boxes ready beneath the tree for Sarah in the morning. Joel had also gotten her a new journal and a pack of Jelly pens, a few bottles of nail polish, and two new Beanie Babies for her collection. Tommy had sprung for a set of shin guards for when she starts soccer in March, something she was excited for ever since the girl she’d been paired with in her big sister after school program had played with her a few times.
It’s not much, but it’s what he could manage. Sarah is happy, her eyes lighting up with each gift she unwraps, and that’s all that matters to Joel.
A knock sounds at the door and Sarah races down the hall, Joel trailing after her trying to remind her not to open the door to strangers. The young girl doesn’t listen, instead throwing open the door and launching herself into the arms of someone surprisingly familiar.
You look up, eyes going wide in surprise he’s sure mirrors his own. Sarah drags you in by the hand, excitedly introducing you, giving Joel a name for the pretty face he’d been thinking about all last night.
“Hi, I’m Joel,” he says, holding a hand out to you. You slip your palm against his, warm and smooth, shaking his hand. The smile on your face is mischievous, the secret the two of you share dancing in your eyes.
“Nice to meet you, Joel,” you tell him. “Hope I’m not too early, Sarah said you open presents around eight and to come after that.”
“No, no, ‘course it ain’t too early,” he assures you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand, even as silence settles between you. With a laugh, he draws back, running his hand through his hair nervously. “You want coffee?”
“Sure.”
Joel leads you to the kitchen where Tommy is pulling a fresh tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven under Sarah’s careful supervision. He whacks her hand with a dish towel when she tries to reach for the steaming hot dessert and she pouts pitifully. She spots the gift bag in your hand and her eyes light up.
“Is that a present for me?” She asks.
“Sarah Elizabeth Miller,” Joel chastises. You laugh, handing the bag over to her. She rips the tissue paper from the top, reaching in for her gift with a wide smile.
“A soccer ball!” She exclaims. “Dad, you can help me practice in the backyard now!”
You share a look with Joel, one where his gaze is filled with gratitude and yours reflects understanding. The moment is made brief by Sarah trying to bounce the ball on her knee, knocking it onto a counter and subsequently being told to go put it away for now.
You introduce yourself to Tommy while Joel pulls you a mug of coffee. Sarah brings her now unboxed Furby into the kitchen, setting it in a place of honor on the dining table.
“Dad, can you put batteries in Snowball?” Sarah asks. She turns to you. “That’s his name.”
“Oh. Hello, Snowball,” you say, voice serious as you regard the toy. Joel laughs while he digs around the junk drawer for the rogue batteries that hide beneath bills and takeout menus.
As breakfast is served and toys are turned on, conversation flows between everyone easily. It’s a wonder, Joel thinks. You fit right in with his little family, like you were meant to be there all along. Maybe it’s the Bailey’s in his coffee, or maybe it’s the spirit of Christmas, but he can’t help the warmth in his chest as he watches you help Sarah with the Furby that started it all.
________
You’ve been at the Miller house since early that morning, through all three meals of the day, many rounds of coffee, a screening of Home Alone and A Christmas Story, and painting your nails with Sarah. Not once does anyone make you feel like you’ve overstayed your welcome. In fact, as the day wears on, you can’t help but think that Joel, like you, doesn’t want the day to end. You keep catching his eye and the crooked smile he gives you leaves you feeling giddy.
After dinner, Joel and Tommy start gathering what looks like cookie decorating supplies. Sarah sighs and you turn to her with concern.
“It’s time for the gingerbread competition,” she says, more solemn than an eight year old ought to be. Joel leaves the room and returns with a caulking gun.
“Why does he have that?” You ask, watching as he loads a saran wrapped bag of icing into the chamber.
“They take this…very seriously.”
Tommy and Joel set up decorating stations on either end of the dining table, shooing you out of your seat. Sarah grabs a cookie from a platter on the counter and settles onto a barstool while you stand by, confused and maybe a little scared.
“Are you ready?” Sarah asks. Both men nod. “Start your construction!”
Joel and Tommy rip into the cardboard gingerbread house kits, determination in every move. Joel uses the caulking gun to lay a foundation for the floor of his house, followed by the sides and the roof in quick succession. While Joel is going for a well built structure, Tommy takes a more avant garde approach, using a combination of licorice and frosting to hold his house together.
“Are they always like this?” You ask, fascinated as you watch them.
“Sometimes they’re worse.”
Tommy chucks a peppermint at Joel’s head, the candy bouncing off his forehead and landing on his gingerbread shingles. He counters with a gumdrop that manages to hit Tommy square in the eye, angry curses falling from the younger Miller brother’s lips as he tries to recover and continue the construction of his mid-century cookie home.
“Quit fightin’ dirty,” Joel says when Tommy whines about him being unfair. “I‘ll only fight dirtier.”
You know that the words aren’t meant to be suggestive but you can feel your cheeks go warm nonetheless. The Furby in Sarah’s arms coos, a string of indecipherable words coming from its little yellow beak.
“What did it say?” You ask.
“I’m not sure. It’s still speaking Furbish,” she says.
“It said,” Joel chimes in, setting down his frosting gun, “that I’m the gingerbread construction champ.”
Joel’s little gingerbread house looks like it’s straight from a magazine. Perfectly built, structurally sound, and classically decorated with candy and sugar. You and Sarah both applaud as Tommy groans. His little house lists to the side and a glob of icing drips to the table.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Tommy,” Sarah says to her dejected uncle, patting him on the shoulder. “There’s always next year.”
“Alright, it’s time to start closin’ up shop. To bed with you,” Joel announces, steering Sarah for the stairs.
“Can’t I stay up later?” She complains. The Furby echoes her tone convincingly.
“I already fell for that last night. You’re not gettin’ away with it twice. Bed, and brush your teeth,” he replies, kissing her on the head. “Tell everyone goodnight.”
She hugs you and Tommy before heading upstairs, the Furby chirping as she goes. Tommy punches Joel lightly on the shoulder.
“You know I let you win, right?” He asks. Joel scoffs.
“The proof is in the cookie,” he says.
Tommy rolls his eyes. “Whatever, man. I’m headin’ home,” he says, hugging his brother. To your surprise, his arms wrap around you in a quick squeeze as well. “It was nice to meet you. Don’t be a stranger,” he tells you with a wink.
When the front door clicks shut, it’s just you and Joel in the kitchen. You’re inexplicably nervous now, despite spending the whole day with the man, and you busy yourself by loading the dishwasher with mugs stained by hot chocolate and coffee.
“You don’t have to do that,” Joel says, gently grasping your wrist. He removes the mug from your hand and sets it on the counter. He pulls you close, your chest brushing his as you take in a surprised breath. “This okay?”
“Yeah,” you murmur. Up close, you can see the stubble that’s grown along his jaw, the slight creases in the corners of his eyes, and that his nose is just the slightest bit crooked. A heavy palm rests on your lower back, the heat of him palpable even through your t-shirt.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, voice dropped low in the quiet room.
You nod, unable to form words, but that’s okay. His hand cups your cheek and his lips press to yours and your eyes flutter shut, a sigh escaping you as you lean into him. It’s soft at first, experimental. A tentative exploration of a broken boundary.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding tight as he parts your lips and his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like sugar - peppermints and hot chocolate and cookies that he’s eaten throughout the day sweetening his kiss. When he pulls back for a breath, he dips his forehead against yours, smoothing his thumb across your cheek.
“Been wantin’ to do that all day,” he tells you. He kisses you once, twice, and is about to go in for a third when a voice from upstairs interrupts him.
“Dad?” Sarah calls. Joel steps back from you, leaning past the kitchen doorway to yell back a, “Yeah?”
“Snowball won’t stop talking,” she replies. Footsteps sound on the stairs and Joel breaks away from you as Sarah enters the kitchen, Furby in hand.
“Take the batteries out,” Joel suggests.
“I did.”
She turns the toy over, showing the empty battery compartment. Joel rubs the back of his neck as he thinks.
“Tell you what,” he says, holding his hands out for the toy, “Why don’t we stick it in the hall closet for the night?”
“Won’t he be scared?”
“It’s…it’s a toy, baby.” You stifle a laugh as he shoves the talking Furby beneath some towels in the linen closet and shuts the door. “There, now you can both get some sleep. You can play with Snowball again in the mornin’.”
Sarah yawns, nodding. Joel kisses her head before urging her back to bed. When he returns, his shoulders shake with silent laughter.
“What a weird toy,” you tell him, eyeing the closet suspiciously.
“Yeah, but it’s what got us here,” he says, pulling you into his arms once more.
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller fic#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel tlou#no use of y/n#joel x reader#no smut#joel miller fanfic#joel miller tlou#joel miller the last of us#joel fic#joel the last of us#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character
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MISUNDERSTANDING
｡･ﾟ･ Larissa Weems x Fem!reader
Tags: mostly fluff, jealous Larissa/Marilyn, friends to lovers
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TW: Marilyn
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Larissa's eye twitched as she watched you throw your head back in laughter. Her hands clenched making fists as her eyes traveled down to your waist noticing the way Miss Thornhills hand sits so perfectly along your hip. Larissa hated how effortlessly Thornhill made you laugh, just thinking about it made her blood boil. She desperately wanted to tell Thornhill to fuck off but she couldn't, because you weren't hers.
Larissa closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to keep her shit together, after all she couldn't lose her cool over something so childish in front of all these people could she?
After hopelessly staring, Larissa mustered up her most believable smile and made her way over to the laughing couple.
As Larissa got closer she noticed how pretty you looked this evening, she always thought you were absolutely breathtaking but there's just something so exhilarating when you’re careless.
Thornhill’s eye’s traveled to Larissa’s staring one’s.
Larissa gave you a small smile and Thornhill a subtle yet noticeable glare. "Y/n, Miss Thornhill, how have you two been?" Larissa asks trying to come off as nonchalant as possible and not like she's been stalking you for the past hour and a half. Larissa watched as Thornhills hand grips your waist a little tighter as she begins to speak.
"We've been great actually, thanks for asking principal Weems." Thornhill says giving Larissa the fakest smile she's ever seen in human history, but you didn't seem to notice.
You turn your head facing Thornhill giving her a big smile then face Larissa again. "Yes we've been pretty good, how have you been?" You say giving Larissa a little smile. Larissa stared for moment seemingly getting lost in the way your smile suited you so perfectly. "Um,I, I'm doing great, thanks for asking dear." Larissa says stumbling over her words. You let out a little giggle, Larissa is just too adorable.
Thornhill tensed at the sentimental interaction. You could feel as her grip on your waist tightened again causing you to wince in pain.
"Ow, Marilyn what are you doing?" You asked knitting your eyebrows together giving her a concerned expression.
Thornhill immediately let go of you and mumbled a quiet sorry as she quickly walked away, not giving you or Larissa a explanation. "Are you alright darling?" Larissa asked as she placed her hand under your chin trying to get a better look at your face.
Larissa’s concern was cute and started to make you blush a little, which unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Larissa smirked a bit and raised a eyebrow still waiting for your answer. "Y-yea I'm okay, I just don't know what happened. She's never done anything like that before." You said quickly, avoiding eye contact.
Larissa nodded her head and removed her hand. Larissa sighed as she took her hands and ran them down her hips flattening her dress. You stared for a moment, admiring the way her dress hugged her curves so deliciously. "Well then, as long as you're okay I suppose I won't make a big deal out of it, but I do advise talking to her about it." Larissa says watching you carefully.
You gave Larissa a nod showing her you understand and a small smile. Larissa reciprocated the smile before an idea popped into her head. She bit her lip nervously, this question had been one she's been wanting to ask you for some time but she wasn't exactly sure how to, after all it's not something you casually ask someone. "So.." Larissa says getting your attention, "Are you and uh Miss Thornhill together?" Larissa asks nervously, now being the one to avoid eye contact.
After a moment you finally caught on and let out the loudest laugh you possibly could. You laughed so hard it started hurting your rips causing you to clutch your stomach. Larissa started at you wide eyed, trying to figure out what was so funny.
After a moment you finally got yourself under control. "No, Me and Marilyn are really good friends, don't get me wrong though, she's very attractive but she’s not exactly my type." You say giving Larissa the reassurance she so desperately needed. Larissa nodded her head a smiled while she looked at you. You and Larissa started at each while a comfortable silence surrounded you. Under Larissa's gaze you could feel your heartbeat quicken and your cheeks burn. She always managed to turn your brain into mush.
Larissa took this opportunity and moved closer to you almost completely filling the gap between you. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as Larissa grabbed your waist and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss started out slow and passionate and progressively got hungrier and agressive. You finally pulled away giving you and Larissa the air both of your lungs needed. "You have no clue how long I've been waiting to do that." Larissa says smiling down at you. You say nothing as you smile and wrap your arms around her neck, brining her into another kiss.
#gwendoline christie#gwendolineuniverse#larissa weems#larissa#larissa weems x reader#wlw fanfic#no smut#fluff#marilyn thornhill#friends to lovers#principal weems#marry me plz
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🌸 Tanjiro Relationship Hcs 🌸
• Tanjiro has probably not had a romantic relationship before you.
• So it may or may not take him a while to realize his feelings for you. Just be patient with him. Okay?
• At first, before developing romantic feelings for you, I think he’d see you as one of his younger siblings or family members
• After he realizes his romantic feelings for you, he’d easily get flustered and often tongue tied around you or even the mention of you.
• Once he is one hundred percent certain of his romantic feelings for you, a wave of worry washes over him that he might embarrass himself in front of you or do something that will make you uninterested in him.
• It takes him a while to speak to you about his feelings. Depending how intimidating you are but regarding that, he would eventually muster up the courage to tell you his feelings.
• If you accepted and shared his feelings, he would be overjoyed! He would also promise to treat you like Royalty.
• He'd love to cuddle with you, in fact he just loves being around you in general!
• Your looks, personality, and even your scent fill him with a sense of passion and joy towards you.
• He prefers to be held in your arms while laying against your chest and taking in your scent. It’s calming to him.
• Those small moments also make him fall in love with you all over again.
• But he’d also like to hold you in his arms. Feeling you nuzzle into him, as you slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.
• Tanjiro is pretty inexperienced with romantic relationships. So even things as simple as kissing will fluster him at first before getting used to it.
• Tanjiro would always ask for your permission before kissing you or even cuddling you.
• At least, for the first few weeks of the relationship.
• He’d also ask you for such things as well.
• ‘’S/o I… I love you a lot! Can I have a kiss please?’’
• Nezuko loves you too (in a platonic way)
• I love him so much, he’s so precious 😭😭😭
#Tanjiro#Kamado#Tanjiro Kamado#tanjiro x reader#kny#demon slayer hcs#demon slayer#demon slayer x Reader#gn reader#hashira x reader#kamaboko squad#nezuko headcanons#nezuko x reader#zenitsu x reader#tanjiro x kanao#relationship headcanons#Fluff#no smut#inosuke x reader#rengoku headcanons#rengoku x reader#mitsuri x reader#shinobu x reader#sanemi x reader#muichiro x reader#gyomei x reader#i am going to hell#Arson#demon slayer x y/n#S/O
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Stone x reader who brings him food?
No Idea what gender u wanted reader so I’ll go with gender neutral! Also thanks for requesting
Not proofread :P
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You were walking to their usual alleyway a basket of various treats and snacks being carried in your hands. Stepping over the discarded bags of rubbish and litter scattered all over the floor, you looked up to see stone sat on a crate by himself, he was leaning against the wall a cigarette in his hand as he exhaled the smoke seeming unaware of your presence .
You smiled upon seeing him sat there before calling out to get his attention
“Hey stone!”
Stones head perked up from his slouched position looking over to your direction smiling softly as he saw u wave at him as you made your way over to where he was sat, dodging the muck and trash on the floor . He chuckled at ur antics before flicking the cigarette butt squashing it with his foot.
“ hey”
He hummed shifting over a bit on the crate making room for you as you came to sit next to him placing the basket on your lap
You looked around noticing how it was only the two of you
“Where are the others?”
You asked as stone turned his head to look at you
“Oh, they went out.”
He hummed turning his head back to look at… the wall. You raised a brow with a slight smirk,
“Did they say why?”
You chuckled as you watched him shrug
“Yeah probably but i wasn’t really listening”
You rolled your eyes at him. Unsurprisingly stone wasn’t paying attention to anything vinnie and skipp said. You guess you could just wait for them with stone till they got back. But in the meantime, you could give stone some food now he’d probably save some for the others anyway.
And with that you shifted the basket off your lap and into the space between you and stone. His face still faced the wall but his eyes glanced at the basket then you. You smiled nodding at the basket, signaling that he can have some now.
Almost immediately after you nodded he went straight to the basket pulling out a piece of bread. You both sat there silently as he ate.
After a few minutes he spoke up already have eaten half of the small baguette.
“Why do u even give us food? I mean i ain’t complaining, but its just weird to think that anyone would be this kind to well yknow scraps”
You smile softly before also turning to face the wall as you give him a reason
“Well to be honest”
You chuckle
“I guess I just like helping people yknow no matter what or who they are”
Stones looking up at you as you talk his back hunched as he munches on the bread
“I really wish i could give a huge interesting answer but thats just my main reason”
You sit there for a moment before shrugging
“And i just really like you guys”
Stone smiles softly
“Well thanks we really appreciate”
He say’s sitting up before continuing
“And if it wasnt for you we’d probably have died from starvation”
Stone mutters before making eye contact with you
The sound of the busy city outside the alleyway hides the silence between the two as you both sit there looking at each other with soft smiles
You break the silence as you look away
“Its no problem, really.”
You chuckle as his eyes widen at you he feels his heart flutter from your kindness and how your doing this not for recognition or pride but just out of your own time. He feels his face heat up as he turns to look at the wall aswell
“Yeah.”
He mutters as you turn your head at him realizing he’s blushing
“OH MY GOD ARE U BLUSHING?!”
You say shocked before grinning trying to hold back your laughter
“WHAT! NO!”
he says defensively his face turning even more red
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Yeah don’t know where i was headed at the end but bish bash bosh another request done!
#stone ramshackle x reader#stone ramshackle#ramshackle fics#stone x reader ramshackle#ramshackle#send requests#fluff#no smut
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#"Fluffy"
You and Angel Dust dance in the rain and deal with the aftermath.
Characters: Angel Dust
Warnings: none, this is pure fluff! hehe
Note: I actually struggled writing the way he talks, so I barely gave him any dialogue. I apologise, but Hazbin Hotel characters are hard to write for. And also, I didn't really want to write Angel Dust smut because the poor man needs a break. So here's some innocent romance.
Words: 1k
There was something so morbidly beautiful about the red rain. When you had first arrived in Hell, you hated the rain. It had a disgusting metallic stench and it felt horrid on your skin. However, that was months or possibly years ago and your opinion had changed since then. Especially since you got to experience that with your lover, Angel Dust.
Walking down the sidewalk under an umbrella with him felt like Heaven, ironically enough. His presence was comforting, his silver tongue music to your ears. Angel always offered to hold the umbrella too, despite your protests. But you couldn't deny that it was easier for him to hold it because of his 4 arms. No matter where the two of you went, he kept one arm wrapped around you. Angel was clingy and you found it adorable. He wasn't just clingy, but he was rather protective of you too. The lecherous gaze of other sinners were always met with a glare from your boyfriend.
For once, the rain was bothering you. You just wanted a nice date at a local scenic spot. Well, as scenic as you could get in Hell. It was supposed to be romantic, something different than usual. There was no special occasion, you just wanted to spoil Angel. It was the most you could give him after he had been working all day.
Unfortunately, rain hadn't been on the forecast which meant you and Angel weren't prepared. Neither of you brought an umbrella. With a frown, you look up at the sky miserably. Your boyfriend doesn't seem to mind, smiling absentmindedly.
"I've got an idea, toots," he winks. You're surprised when Angel offers one of his hands. "May I have this dance?" he asks teasingly. It's enough to tear a giggle from your lips, forgetting about the wretched weather. This isn't so bad, you think as you twirl in the rain with Angel. You could get used to this. Angel hums an unrecognisable tune as he dances with you, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter.
Multiple sinners around you were running for cover, but you ignored them. Forget everyone else, you were too enraptured in this dance with your lover.
You couldn't help the grin on your face as Angel dipped you. The both of you locked eyes, laughing. To bypassers, you probably look like idiots.
"Y'know, you're a pretty good dancer, babe," Angel coos, pressing a quick tiny kiss to your cheek. You scrunch up your nose from the ticklish feeling of his fluff. He chuckles at that, flicking your forehead.
Although it is fun dancing in the rain with the love of your life, it's probably not the best to stay in it. Despite being dead, sinners and hellborn still manage to get sick. You found out the hard way. A sneeze from you signals that yeah, you should both get back to the hotel.
Getting a taxi in Hell while it's raining is well... it's Hell. But Angel's popularity really helps in these scenarios. Even though you don't like using his popularity for benefits, you're thankful for it now. While the both of you sit in the back of the taxi cab, Angel holds you close to his fluffy chest. You let your face rest in his chest, nuzzling it.
Usually you'd both be bantering right now, but neither you nor Angel wants to ruin the peaceful atmosphere that's been provided by the rain.
The drive back to the hotel stays peaceful, Angel continuing to hold you close as you both shiver. It's cold now that you've gotten out of the rain. The jacket you had brought was soaked and couldn't be used for warmth anymore.
Finally arriving at the hotel, Angel carries you up the stairs and to his bedroom. You take a quick shower with Angel, drying him off. Drying him off is a longer process than drying off yourself. It's almost like wiping down a wet animal because of his fluff. But you don't mind how long it takes. It feels almost domestic.
You watch in the mirror as Angel stands still for you to dry off. He's adorable and you always tell him that. Though he never believes you. You're often rebuted by him.
"I ain't cute," he would grumble.
"Of course you are," you'd always respond.
With a smile on your face, you kiss his cheek, "Angel~"
Angel practically melts, leaning back into your arms as you dry him off. He lets out a content sigh.
"Hm?"
"You know I adore you, right? I love you so much," you croon, pinching his cheek slightly. "And I think you're adorable-"
"Ah, not this shit again."
The both of you burst into a fit of giggles.
"Just accept it. You're cute. Adorable. Precious."
"I told you, that I'm not fucking-"
You cut him off as you pepper kisses on his face, narrowly missing his lips. Angel tries to grab your cheeks to place a solid kiss on your lips but you manage to wriggle away somehow. You evade him playfully, blocking his kisses.
In the end, he gives up with an endearing pout. You take pity on him, finally giving him the kiss he so desperately wanted.
"Now will you accept it?" you ask cheekily.
"Absolutely not-!"
By some miracle, you finish drying each other off, switching into dry clothes. You just quickly grab something from the stash of clothes you keep in Angel's room.
Before you know it, the two of you are wrapped in fuzzy blankets as you cuddle. Angel has all four of his arms around you.
He keeps you close, letting your head rest on his chest. "If anyone's cute, it's you, babe," he murmurs softly, eyes closing contentedly.
You huff, "I'm not, you are-"
"Let's not turn this into a challenge, toots. Because you know I'd win, obviously."
"No, I'd win!"
"In your dreams, loser-"
Safe to say that this argument lasted until the two of you passed out from exhaustion, still snuggled up together comfortably.
#angel dust#angel dust x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin angel dust#angel x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin x reader#fluff#no smut
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Washing away the bad energy - Jisung
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description: When you come home after work you find a tired Jisung on your sofa who had a very bad day. You offer him to wash all the bad energy away.
pairing: Han Jisung x gnreader
genre: fluff, boyfriend Jisung, gnreader, non-sexual nudity, reader is taking care of Jisung, you help Jisung take a shower
word count: ~1.7 k
trigger warning: nudity (non-sexual), mentioning of food and eating, mental health issues
A/N: If there are any tags or tw you think I should add, please inform me about it ♡ but now enjoy the story.
You can find more of my stories under Stray Kids Masterlist
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When you opened the door to your apartment, the light in your living room was turned on. When you walked further in, you noticed Jisung sitting on your sofa deeply wrapped in your favourite blanket. He was watching a documentary, his eyes focused on your TV. You placed the takeaway on your kitchen table and walked over towards Jisung. When you stopped in front of him he finally seemed to notice you. And you noticed how tired he looked.
"How was your day?", Jisung asked.
"Tiring. How are you?" He kept quiet for a moment, looking towards the tv instead of answering. "You don't need to tell me how you are right now", you whispered, softly playing with his hair. "Just tell me what you need right now." A soft smile appeared on his face as his glance turned back to you. He slowly opened his arms and it just took you a second to drive into his arms. You made yourself comfortable as Jisung wrapped his arms around you tightly. A soft sigh escaped Jisungs lips.
For a few moments you two just listened to the documentary which was still playing on the TV.
"I got us both some takeaway. If you want, we can eat that and then we can do what you want. What do you think?", you asked, while running your hand through his hair.
"What have you bought?", he mumbled against your shoulder, his eyes softly closed.
"Bibimbap and cheesecake."
"Nice!", Jisung said, slowly getting up from your sofa, still wrapped in the big blanket. You got up as well and grabbed the takeaway bag to sit down next to Jisung at your coffee table. You let him open the bag and watched as a wide smile appeared on his lips.
"Thanks for grabbing takeaway", he whispered, shortly leaning in and placing his head on your shoulder.
"When you texted me, asking whether you could stop by after work I knew I just wanted to spoil you a bit." Hearing this, Jisung softly moved his body against you as a whine left his mouth. Laughing at his reaction, you carried his cheeks for a second.
"Let's eat before everything gets cold." Jisung nodded and started to dig in. In silence and with the television in the background you two are. You learned to enjoy this side of your relationship just as much as the cheerful times. After a while Jisung had stopped eating and was now just looking at you. His eyes started to move from you to his hands and back again. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Jisung let out a deep breath.
"I don't want to force myself on you. I… what if you don't want to do what I ask you for but you are doing it anyways?", he ranted, looking everywhere but at you.
"Jisungie", you mumbled, taking his hands in yours. "I know you have these thoughts and I know it's hard to let them go. But I can assure you that I am fine with everything. Otherwise I wouldn't say yes to it", you explained. "And I will tell you this every time you ask." You smiled at him, hoping it was looking encouraging and honest. His glance fell on his hands again.
"I'm sorry that I am like this." Hr whispered.
"There is nothing you need to feel sorry about." He stayed silent and you knew he was thinking about what you had said. Then he softly nodded his head. You were not sure whether he was really believing in what you have said but you would tell him that every time he would need to hear it. "Will you tell me what was on your mind?"
"I wanted to ask whether I could side hug you but then I was unsure because you were still eating and I didn't want to interrupt you", he then explained.
"Oh Sungie", you breathed, softly patting his cheek. "Of course you can do that. And thank you for being honest with me. It really means a lot to me." Jisungs shoulders went down a bit as he exhaled. Without another word Jisung leaned in and hugged you from the side. You placed a short kiss on the top of his head and then finished the rest of your Bibimbap.
"Today was hard", whispered Jisung after a while. "I got up too late which meant I didn't have enough time to prepare for the day." You wrapped your free arm around him and pulled him closer. "Then the yoghurt I wanted to eat had gone bad. And one of the managers said my song is too dark so we can't use it in our next comeback."
"Oh that's a lot in one day", you muttered.
"It was", he said, his voice trembling and his eyes already watery. If possible, you pulled him even closer.
"But you did it. You got through everything and now you are here", you mumbled carrying his back.
"Yes… I did", he replied, his voice still trembling.
"You can be proud of yourself."
"You know what we will do now?", you asked, backing away a bit to look at Jisung. The other looked confused and shook his head. "We will wash all the bad things away. Of course only if you are comfortable with this", you suggested, feeling a bit nervous because it would be something new. You have never seen him completely naked and you didn't know whether Jisung was fine with this or not.
"You would do that for me?", he asked, his eyes wide and his eyebrows high up. As you stood up, you nodded and held your hand out towards him. He took it and let himself be pulled up. Together you walked towards your bath.
"I will get you a new towel and a few clothes you left the last time around", you told him, while playing with his hair. He softly nodded and as you left your bathroom he started to undress himself. You were humming a soft melody as you walked back in. Jisung had his back towards you already completely naked. Carefully you stroked over his wide shoulders which made him fall slightly against you. A light sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned even more into you. You wrapped your arms around his upper body and his hands closed around yours in front of his chest. For a moment you stayed like this. Just enjoying having him close but then you carefully patted his chest.
"Let's wash all the bad energy off." At that, Jisung nodded and slowly stepped into the bathtub. He crouched down and waited as you turned the water on. "Is the temperature alright for you?", you asked while letting the water run over Jisungs hands.
"Yes. That's nice", he mumbled and closed his eyes as you started to let the warm water run over his back and shoulders. You softly started to continue the melody you had hummed earlier, carefully spreading the shampoo over Jisungs shoulders, neck, back and chest.
"I'm gonna smell like you", muttered Jisung, looking up with a wide but tired looking smile. You couldn't hold back a giggle as you nodded and kissed his still dry hair.
"That's true. My Jisungie will smell like me." It made him laugh lightly, leaning against your hand which was now on his head. "Can I wash your hair now?", you asked softly as you stroked through his hair. Letting out a sigh, he nodded as an answer. When his hair was wet and washed you let the warm water run over his body a few more moments. His shoulders seemed much more relaxed now. He looked quite adorable playing with the small runlet of water.
"Thank you for this" muttered Jisung and looked up to you. You smiled back at him.
"Do you want to get out now?" Without saying anything he stood up and closed the tap, while you stepped back and held a towel out for him to grab. After a moment Jisung accepted the towel and began to pat his body dry. Meanwhile you took a hairdryer out of one of your small bathroom cabinets and plucked it in. When you turned towards Jisung again he had dressed himself already. You nearly cooed seeing him standing there in front of you with sleepy eyes and sweater paws. "Let's dry your hair a bit. What do you think, jagi?", you whispered as you held out a hand for him to take. You saw Jisungs cheeks softly turning pink and a bright smile appearing on his lips. He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and closed his eyes when you started to dry his hair. You parted his hair a few times, always careful to not pull at his hair. And when his hair was dry enough you turned off the hairdryer.
Suddenly Jisung leaned forwards right against your body, slowly wrapping his arms around your torso.
"I am so grateful for having you in my life", he whispered against your hoodie but you heard him nonetheless.
"And I am so thankful to have you in my life as well", you replied to his confession and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Can we go to your bed for some cuddles?"
"Just for cuddles? Does that mean you are planning to go to your own home tonight?", you asked jokingly, which made Jisung laugh.
"I would like to sleep here tonight, if that's alright." With a wide smile you nodded and pulled him up.
"Of course that's alright." As you two walked into your bedroom you noticed that Jisung seemed already in a lighter mood again. As Jisung made himself comfortable under your covers you changed into your pyjamas and shortly texted Chan. After that you joined Jisung and within minutes both of you had fallen asleep. With arms linked.
You:
Took care of Sungie. He is doing better again. We are going to sleep now. :)
21:58
Chan:
Thanks for taking care of Jisung in a way we can't. I really hope we can all meet soon again.
Sleep well you two.
22:01
#stray kids#skz#kpop#han jisung#jisung x reader#han jisung x gnreader#jisung x gnreader#han jisung x you#fluff#han jisung fluff#han jisung imagines#taking care of jisung#spoiling jisung but he needs it!#mentioning of bang chan#stray kids fluff#nonsexual#no smut#non-sexual
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Ao’nung x Metkayina female reader hcs
SFW
No warnings, maybe just kissing and little mention of pregnancy
Female metkayina reader
English isn’t my first language so I’m very sorry if I made any mistakes and feel free to correct me!! Also it’s my first time posting so any type of feedback will be useful +_+
Tsahik : wife of the chef (the olo’eyktan)
🦋 starts below the cut 🦋
Ao’nung likes to follow your schedule. Like if you go fishing, he’ll go fishing at the same time, if you hang out with Tsireya, he’ll suddenly have to ask her to go get something really important just so he can stay with you and chat.
Ao’nung who used to spend all his time with you when you guys were little but as time went by, was disappointed that you were drifting away because of your personality changing and just you growing up.
Ao’nung who would do anything you ask him to, even though you never do. He’s always asking if you need help or if you’d like him to accompany you or maybe carry those fruit bags you’re holding because “they’re too heavy, I don’t want you to get hurt”
Ao’nung who got you wondering why he was so mean with everyone else but so nice to you.
Ao’nung who asks you to do his hair because according to him you’re more gentle than his mom Ronal.
Ao’nung who is definitely going to ask you to be his mate, his tsahik, when the next mating season arrives because “you’re the best choice for me and for the rest of us” since he’s the next olo’eyktan.
Ao’nung whose biggest desire is to make you a mother and show Neteyam that he’ll never have you.
Ao’nung who’ll wrap his arms around your waist any chance he gets and whisper things in your ears like “stop hanging out with these freaks and come join me” which makes your heart beat faster every single time
Ao’nung who loves long late night beach walks with you, watching how the moon reflects on your eyes and your cyan skin. He prefers them when you two end up laying in the cold sand making out though.
#avatar the way of water#aonung#headcanon#aonung x reader#aonung x female reader#aonung x you#metkayina reader#no smut#making out#x reader#x you#female reader
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Zoro x Fem reader fluff! You know how Zoro has an unimaginable amount of debt towards Nami? Well, S/O has been paying Nami time after time to slowly repay Zoro’s debt because she loves him so much and she’s sweet enough to do that. Nami does decrease his debt to a point where even Zoro notices his debt decreased. When questioned, Nami confessed what S/O did for him and how she’s so sweet that she didn’t have to and Nami collected all the money to give to Zoro so he could make it up to S/O.
So cute omggggg. As you wish my lovely! I kept this as broad as possible, with an S/O who likes music, which I think is pretty broad, but if it isn't, don’t come at me pls I’m just a baby.
I think in One Piece, they have like CD players where you plug in headphones and you can carry it around, at least that's what was shown in the anime when people were lining up for Brook's concert after the time skip. I can't remember the name of it, but it used to be a popular thing. I made it a spring island because its (supposed) to be starting to be spring where I am, but we just started our second winter (as per usual with the midwest lol).
Warnings: paying off partner’s debt behind his back, cheating at GAME, Zoro being broke lol.
It's just fluff man idk what else to say.
“Witch.”
“Unsanitary marimo” Nami replied easily, keeping her focus on her magazine. Zoro’s eye twitched, but he held his tongue.
“Since we got loot at the last island, how much are you pulling out of my debt for my share?”
Nami’s ear perked at the word “loot”, and she did some quick mental calculations.
“Hmmm. All but your allowance. But I’ve been considering reducing that for you”
“Oi! Why would you cut my allowance?”
Nami shrugged.
“You only buy alcohol”
“So?”
“So you don’t need that much. Besides, after a couple months of a reduced allowance, you’d be down to at least an imaginable amount of debt.”
Zoro paused. Why was his debt going down? He wasn’t paying unless she demanded it. Had he paid that much? Or did they get that much loot at the last island?
“How much did we get at the last island?” He asked. Nami glanced up at him.
“It’s kinda creepy how you’re showing interest in money, but about 734,286 Beli” she said. Zoro only focused on the seven hundred thousand Beli. He wasn’t great at math, but knew when that was split between the crew, his share would hardly make a dent in his debt. So why?
“That doesn’t make sense” he muttered. Nami looked at him curious.
“No?”
“My debt was… I don’t even know how much. So why has it been going down?”
“Hmmm. Maybe I’m just generous!” She smiled sweetly at the swordsman, putting on her most innocent act. He narrowed his eyes at her. She knew something.
“What do you know.”
Nami glanced around, as if making sure anyone besides the swordsman was within earshot. Zoro furrowed his brow at the action.
“What is it?” He muttered, arms crossed. Nami sighed.
“Look. You should thank her by doing something nice for once. She’s so sweet and kind, and I have no idea how you ended up dating her but… I saved the money she’s been paying me for your debt. I thought maybe you knew, and I was going to smack some sense into you but she begged me to keep it quiet," Nami shrugged and picked at her nails before continuing, "Technically, it’s been going towards your debt but I figured I could be nice and generous for once, and ask you if you wanted to accept it. Once you found out, of course. But if you want, I can give it to you and you can spend it on her instead.”
Zoro’s jaw clenched, and he looked down. You had really been doing that? For him? He only mentioned being annoyed by that damn debt when Nami held it over his head when he had to do the dirty jobs for her. He could be mad at you for thinking he couldn’t handle it on his own, but honestly? He couldn’t handle it, and he couldn’t be mad at you. He just ignored the debt, hoping it would eventually go away, and you were so kind to him. He hardly deserved you.
He scraped a hand through his hair, sighing as the other hand landed on his hip.
“I… I don’t know how to… I want to do something for her to pay her back. But what?”
Nami leaned back in her chair, gesturing for the swordsman to sit next to her. He slumped into the chair, brow furrowed as he thought.
“In a day or two, depending on the weather, we should make it to another island. Think about what she likes, not you. Go and enjoy it with her, together. Support her passions, and it’ll mean so much to her”
Zoro huffed.
“How much did that advice cost me?”
“Free for this time, only because of her. Not you. It would be 100 Beli otherwise”
“100?!!”
“I could make it 500.”
“You’re scamming me.”
“You’re the one who needs my help. Why should I give my help for free?”
Zoro sucked his teeth and stood to walk away but paused. The navigator looked up questioningly. He looked off into the distance, a stoic expression on his face.
“Thanks for the advice” he muttered. He obviously meant it, so Nami smiled in return, and he walked off to find you.
He found you playing a card game with Luffy and Usopp, laughing as you laid down your winning hand. The other two complained loudly, groaning and flopping back. Luffy accused you of cheating, and Usopp backed him up.
"Me? Cheating? Never" you teased, giggling. You looked around as you heard heavy footsteps behind you, eyes landing on your boyfriend. You turned back to the other two in front of you and stood, producing a card from its hiding place, tossing it on the pile of cards.
"You guys are pirates, think of this as training to learn when someone is cheating at a card game"
"Hey! You were cheating!"
"No fair!"
"Like I said- training, not cheating"
Zoro stood behind you arms crossed and a smirk on his face at your antics. You turned around, hands laced behind your back, trying to look innocent. You batted your lashes at him, smiling sweetly.
"Right, Zoro?"
He looked at you and grunted, seemingly unfazed by your act. Inside, his heart skipped a beat with how cute you looked.
"Don't tease them. They're idiots"
"Hey!" "We're not idiots!" Luffy and Usopp protested in tandem. You sighed, pouting at him. He blinked at you, keeping his face neutral despite his sudden desire to kiss the pout right off your face.
"C'mon. I wanna ask you something" Zoro said instead, turning on his heel and leading the way. You followed, but not before turning and tossing the last card you cheated with on the pile. Luffy pulled his eye and stuck his tongue out, and Usopp blew a raspberry at you. You stuck your tongue out in retaliation, and skipped off after your boyfriend.
You followed him, unsurprisingly, to the crows nest, scampering after him on the ropes. You were a little nervous. Zoro wanting to ask you something could range from giving your humble opinion on a sword technique, to if you loved him even though he was aggressive. You simply didn't know. You entered the crows nest with practiced movements, eyes falling on the swordsman sitting on a bench near an open window.
You approached him, slightly hesitant.
"What did you want to ask me?"
He hummed, acknowledging your question and indicating he was constructing his answer. You furrowed your brow. He hardly ever thought through his words. He spoke once you had sat next to him.
"What do you know about the next island?"
You cocked your head.
"Nothing really just that it's a spring island... should I know something?"
"Just curious. Is there something you've been wanting to do lately? Like something that can really only be done on an island?"
You thought. Nothing in particular came to mind. But maybe...
"I uh. I want to buy some music to listen to. I know we have Brook, and he's amazing but... I dunno. I miss my music player a lot, and hearing whole bands at once and different singers... I mean Brook is a great singer and he does different genre's, but sometimes you want to shake things up so you're not listening to the same artist all the time, ya know? But I usually end up buying some other things I need instead" you shrugged. You looked at Zoro. He wasn't looking at you, instead was looking out the window. He grunted.
"Show me"
"Show you what?"
"Show me what you listen to, and what you like. I'm not really familiar with music all that much, having not listened to it much growin up or... ever really."
Excitement grew with every word. He wanted you to introduce you to music? To the music you listened to and liked? What would he like? Would anything surprise you? Warmth spread from your chest, through your body, and you bounced in your seat, a grin curving your lips.
"Really?! Oh my goodness there's so much to show you! I can't tell if you'd like softer music like R&B or maybe you'd like hard rock... I'm not sure you'd like pop punk but you might! Maybe some pop songs, but you might be picky about that. French jazz might be meh for you, but it might remind you of Sanji so maybe we should stay away from that... Maybe some other jazz? Or probably something with a good beat. Like workout music?" You babbled on excitedly, pondering the possibilities. You continued talking, not completely sure if Zoro was listening, but you didn't mind.
A small smile formed on Zoro's lips as he listened. Nami had been right, frustratingly, but this way, he would get to see a side of you he hadn't yet. Even if he didn't like the music you did, experiencing it would be good for him, and more importantly, you'd be happy. He saw the little scrunch of your nose that you got when you were really happy and excited, and he huffed a laugh.
"and maybe- what are you laughing at?" you looked at him, smiling still as you interrupted your chatter. He finally faced you fully, leaning his head on his hand, his arm propped on the back of the bench.
"Just you. You're cute when you're all excited about something. You get a little scrunch in your nose when you smile when you're happy like this."
Your hand rose self-consciously to cover your nose. He gently smacked it away with one hand, swooping in to kiss the tip of your nose gently.
"Don't cover it. It's cute"
You blushed, flustered. A thought suddenly occurred to you.
"Why are you asking about what I want to do on the next island? Normally, we do what catches your interest, which don't get me wrong, is typically entertaining, but... why the change?"
"You."
Your brow furrowed in confusion.
"Me?"
"You've been paying my debt to Nami"
"Whaaa??? Psshh nooo~ I never. I mean. I would, but I haven't?"
Zoro raised a singular brow. You swallowed, eyes flicking to the side.
"That so?"
"Uhh. Yes?"
"You are really a terrible liar. How can you cheat so well at card games but you can't lie to save your life?" he teased, a rare soft smile curving his lips as he spoke.
"You're intimidate me and fluster me at the same time! I can't help it!" you whined, before shyly asking, "You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad at you for taking care of me?"
He ruffled your hair, and you squawked in indignation.
"Thank you, really" he said softly. You looked at him, smiling.
"You're welcome"
The two of you sat in easy silence, listening to the waves and distant chatter of Usopp and Luffy.
"So music, huh? What do you like?"
You wiggled excitedly, chattering away with Zoro asking the occasional question, even as he started training again.
~~~
"You're buying this?? Zoro, hon, I can get it" you pleaded, eyeing your pile of CD's and your brand new player.
"Nope"
"You can hardly afford alcohol! How could you afford this?"
Zoro ignored you, producing some other CD's you had reluctantly put back earlier, unable to afford them.
"These too" he muttered to the cashier. You repeatedly smacked your boyfriends arm, getting rougher with each one. He finally caught your hand.
"Stop hitting me, woman! Nami gave me the money you paid her for my debt, and now I'm spending it on you! Accept my love, damnit!"
You froze, looking at him in awe and surprise. You started as the cashier cleared his throat.
"Th-that'll be uh... the a-amount you s-see right there... s-sir" the poor teen stuttered, obviously intimidated by the swordsman. You would've snorted had you not been filled with love and awe for your boyfriend. Zoro paid the cashier and took hold of the bags. You followed closely, still aware of yourself enough to know he would get lost without you. Again.
"Thank you, Zoro" you finally said. He smirked at you.
"Of course."
#one piece x reader#one piece fanfiction#one piece fluff#one piece#zoro x y/n#zoro x reader#zoro x you#fluff#mugiwara kaizoku#fem reader#roronoa zoro#zoro fluff#no use of y/n#no smut#one piece nami#nami headcanons
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Hey, saw you you took requests, could you do some fluffy head cannons with velvette x male reader where reader is a fallen angel and they are short but they have huge fuckin wings, and can u make them an angy lil fella
𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥
Y/N is of course a fallen angel
He's around 5'5
The reason he fell is due to his pride and his wrath
Now his wings are bigger than he is
He thought that he would lose them when he fell but nope! His wings are just black now
His wings will forever be beautiful, better than any other angel's wings
He'll sometimes let Velvette do whatever with them
The way he and Velvette met actually was because Y/N was screaming to someone about them touching his wings
He's just angry about having big wings but he gets worse rage when people touch his wings! (the only one who gets a pass is Velvette because you two actually get close until she asks you out)
He almost killed Valentino because he tried to touch his wings and have sex with him
Once Velvette and Y/N start dating, he's been comfortable with letting her touch his wings
She'll be the one to take care of his feathers
She'll just randomly caress his cheeks just to see his wings flop
His wings can wrap around the both of them while hugging or cuddling
Her nicknames for him are dove, midget, and doll
His nicknames for her are darling, my love, and Vel
He hates Vox and Valentino with a passion but will help Velvette with anything
Velvette is seriously the only one who can calm Y/N down
❝𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!❞
Velvette jumped when she heard the scream from inside the room she shared with her boyfriend.
She was used to it yet it caught her off guard every time.
Vox tilted his head when looking up from his phone. "Your boyfriend has been in town here for a while yet he's always screaming about his wings instead of your name." he hummed, mainly teasing her.
"Fuck off, Vox!" She flipped her business partner off as an annoyed look formed on her face. "At least I can control my man."
Vox scoffed rolling his eyes. "I'm not his keeper you know."
"Well you should be, your boy toy is fucking irritating."
"He's not my boy toy."
"That's not what last night was telling me, he was screaming your name." That made Vox shut his mouth and the television head turned his head away to avoid her smug smirk.
The female Overlord just walked away from the other not wanting to continue the conversation and to check on her lover.
Upon entering the room, where her partner was.
Y/N was laying on the bed with his wings completely covering the bed and his arms crossed, she knew how much he hated his wings mainly due to how big they were.
"Hey, dove-" She started before she was cut off by him.
The fallen angel sat up at the sight of his girlfriend with an irritated look on his face. "That bitch, Valentino fucking scared the shit out of me again!" He spoke as he fixed his hair and he looked at his wings with a frown. "He tried asking me for a threesome again! I don't like sharing you!!!"
Velvette couldn't help but smile as she approached her boyfriend and gently caressed his cheeks to make him look at her, she gently rubbed his cheeks while listening.
"And I refuse to fuck that flat-faced fuck!" Y/N was slowly relaxing and he wrapped his arms around her waist. ".....and- fuck you can't keep calming me down like this whenever I get mad...."
The taller demon chuckled and kissed him on the forehead, only he could see this side of her.
Like only she can see his soft side.
The woman kept kissing all over his face. " I like it when you're putty in my hands, doll~!" She teased just to see the blush on his cheeks, she moved to sit on his lap as she pushed him down. "I mean look at how cute you are!"
Velvette took her phone out and took a picture of Y/N before she showed him in the picture.
Of course, she wasn't going to post the picture.
Only she can see the hickeys on his neck from the night before.
"Darling...." The male mumbled as he grabbed her phone and placed it on the stand next to their bed before he pulled her into a kiss, his wings wrapped around her to keep the both of them close. He pulled away from the kiss for a second. "You are so lucky I love you."
The Overlord giggles as she begins kissing all over his face.
A yelp escaped his face and he tried to cover his face so that he could stop her from kissing his face. "No!"
Velvette grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.
"Don't hide your pretty face from me, dove! Heaven gave it to me and you aren't hiding it from me."
That made the short-tempered fallen angel's face flustered and he couldn't help but laugh as he leaned into the kisses he was getting on his lips.
"Well as your 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞, you should spoil me again tonight hm?" Y/N's wings soon disappeared now that he was relaxed, she let go of his wrist as he moved his hands to her hair. "I do want to remind others that I'm taken by the most sassiest of the Vees~!"
And of course, she couldn't deny her little dove from heaven.
This method....is very affective....
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