#“yeah romantic attraction just kinda sneaks up on me”

[foamingatthemeowth]

Honestly so funny that it took me this long to realize I'm demi when both my previous and current relationships have gone as follows:

"Yeah, I really vibe with this person" -> "My pulse accelerates any time I get the chance to message them, but that's normal, right?" -> "Do I like them?" -> "Nah" -> "Wait a minute..." -> "Oh shit"

[coff-in]

heyhey!! may i req ashley with a fem reader? i may ramble here so please bear with me (reader and ashley are the same age)

reader and ashley were basically childhood friends, reader being the only person to actually give ashley a chance to actually be her friend rather than befriend her to try to get to andrew (which ashley was very wary of reader right from the get-go)

reader is basically known for being perfect and even "pure" by her peers back in highschool (and being a part of student council is no help) mostly due to her mother forcing her to excel and reader never really having much of an identity because of it

so it would be pretty scandalous for rumors of reader and ashley dating to go out, right? well, ashley fuels those rumors meanwhile reader tries to shut them down because reader isn't even out when it comes to liking girls

reader's mother is pretty disapproving of reader's and ashley's friend/relationship but the two usually sneak around to hang out anyways, mostly ashley

in the current game setting, reader is quarantined with the graves siblings since at that point, her mother stopped caring and viewed her daughter as a lost cause and is practically an accomplice in everything that happened

of course, with the quarantine, ashley and reader have gotten closer than ever before to the point that reader is questioning herself and her attraction to ashley

the relationship will be relatively toxic especially with reader likely being more of a doormat than andrew (somehow) and ashley's nature in isolating reader from friends and even her peers in general

notes from coff-in: this is actually such a cool idea, 'nonnie! i don't know to like, add on to this because it's just... it's so fucking good. you really cooked here :D still i tried my best, please enjoy!

[fem] reader-insert, homophobia(?)

holy shit, i think leyley would actually be so happy if [reader] actually came over to celebrate her birthday. even if [reader] wasn't able to bring her a gift, just her showing up to say "happy birthday, leyley!" would cause leyley to break out into a huge adorable smile!! the fact that [reader] actually takes the time and makes the effort to be there for leyley would make her like [reader]. [reader] is there for her, she likes to be friends with her. even having her sneak out of the house to hang out with ashley is so heart touching to her and enforces the idea that [reader] likes her. it also builds up that attachment to [reader] in ashley character.

i'm not too entirely sure how people in the neighborhood the graves' lived at react to gay people but... i'm sure it would be some sort of struggle being "outed" as gay when you yourself aren't even sure if you're gay or not. [reader] would definitely panic when ashley teases her about the rumors. "didn't you hear about them? everyone's talking about us~ about our relationship~"

"what?! what no! ashley, they can't-- they're lying!! we're not dating-- i don't even--"

"you don't what, [reader]? you don't like me? aren't we friends?? you're MY friend!!" omg the back and fourth the two go through of ashley pushing the boundaries of their relationship and [reader] calming her down after she (purposely) misconstrues her words turning ashley down. and it's so hard trying to dispel the rumors because yeah, they always hang out with each other (because ashley gets mad when [reader] tries to hang out with other people) and yeah, [reader] doesn't have many other friends outside of ashley (because ashley doesn't like to share :3c) AND NO, SHE'S NOT JUST FRIENDS WITH ASHLEY TO GET TO ANDREW!!

and GOD ONCE [READER]'S MOTHER FINDS OUT???? ashley knows all about shitty mothers, this is just another factor that she could use to keep [reader] close. it's an aspect that they can bond over!! they're both disappointing daughters to their mothers... kinda romantic, isn't it? it's like the only other that can relate is right next to them huh? (ashley's giving her smug bedroom eyes to [reader] while [reader] is like "haha... ha yeah, so true ashley canwetalkabout somethingelse?") THIS CONFLATES OR LIKE COMBINES WHEN THE QUARANTINE HAPPENS LIKE "WOWIE YOUR MOM DOESN'T WANT SHIT TO DO WITH YOU EITHER!!! we should kiss rn"

biggest question i have is whether or not andrew would like it or not? he's used to being ashley's rock, her anchor, the only one who loves her. and now [reader] comes along and... well, not steals her but makes her less reliant on andrew. ashley's always going to andy so it's not like andrew's leaving her (not like he wants to do so either) but there must be some tension or competition between him and [reader]. especially since [reader]'s taking his spot as "doormat extraordinaire" like bro!!! what the fuck!!! honestly such a fun idea to explore.

[reader] has nothing left but ashley. ashley drove away her friends in middle/high school, her mother abandoned her due to rumors of her dating ashley, and now she's stuck with ashley (and andrew) for three months. no one is calling the phone to talk to her, no one is trying to break her out, and no one is missing her. it's only [reader] and ashley (and andrew)

fucking love this idea, come here. let me kiss that wonderful brain of yours 'nonnie. MWAH MWAH MWAH!!!

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coff-in

[gullableh]

IM GAY FOR YOU

Warnings : male reader, he/him pronounce.

Karasu is a simp. Ooc ( I tried my best) 

Not proofread (it's late and I made this in a hurry please don't hate me)

Kinda slow-burn-ish

Reader is from a different country

Time takes place before blue lock

(C/n) = country name

I have no clue what happened to the pov

I guess this is in karasu's pov.

lazy writing, I was making this in a hurry (again)

Rushed.

I tried my best😓

You

Karasu

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Karasu was not gay by any means. He never found guys attractive, he never thought romantically about a man, and he never had a relationship with a guy. And he wasn't planning on it

Well... He wasn't planning on it untill he saw you.

You the foreign exchange student, who just travelled from (c/n) to Japan. 

You who looked so pretty and surreal. Prettier than any girl he ever saw.

You who spoke so cutely in Japanese while trying you're best to introduce yourself Infront of the class.

You who had the most ethereal eyes he had ever locked eyes on

You who gently smiled towards him as the both of you held eye contact

You who sat next to him, sparking a conversation, while having the brightest smile, And the most uplifting personality he's ever seen in a person

Karasu who at that moment fell in love with you, without even knowing it. 

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"Hello, I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you"

Y/n said with a soft smile on his face, as he directed his attention towards karasu. Looking towards karasu 

"I'm y/n, as I said earlier. And you are?..."

Y/n asked still looking at karasu with curiosity.

Karasu who was lost in his thoughts, karasu who was wondering what he had done so good in his past life, to deserve an ethereal being like y/n even sparing a glimpse towards him.

He was so caught up in his mind and his thought's that it took him a little while before you're words registered through his brain.

In a panick after realizing he probably looked like a creep while staring at you and saying nothing, he imidiatly answered.

"Uh..uhm k-karasu tobito"

FUCK he screwed up, his voice was high, way higher than he expected, and not only that but he had also stumbled over his words. Still to shocked about you. He just embarrassed himself Infront of you, no big deal. This will only haunt karasu for the rest of his life nothing big. 

Karasu face slowly went red as he realized how embarrassing he must've sounded. God he sounded so mediocre. 

Karasu again was lost in his thoughts, drowning himself further into his own embarrassment, untill a sudden angelic like laugh pulled him out of his thoughts and directed his attention towards the owner of the laugh. 

You. You where laughing so prettily too, covering youre mouth with you're hand trying to muffle you're laughter.

Normally he would feel irritated or annoyed whenever he would get laughed at.

But with you.

With you it was a complete different story.

With you, you could practically stab him in the back with that kind smile on you're face. And he wouldn't even get angry.

He would be to mesmerized by you're beauty 

"Sorry..pff sorry... It's nice to meet you karasu."

Y/n said while clearing their throat midway their sentence. A kind smile still lingering on his face. Karasu could stare hours and hours to you, and he would never get bored by you're beauty.

"Yeah, nice to meet you too, y/n"

Karasu mumbled out, thankfully this time, his voice didnt sound like a high school girls voice. And he again didn't stutter. Oke this is good, he just need to act cool like this, and not make another mistake easy. 

The moment after that flew by to fast for karasu, the entire time he wasn't even paying attention to class. He was either thinking about you, or sneaking little glances you're way. 

Karasu was thankfully for his kean eye. 

As he could notice everything about you.

the way you would doodle on you're notebook, the way you would flick you're pen whenever you didn't understand a certain subject or problem. The way you're eyes would sparkle whenever you saw something interesting or something had peaked you're interest.

Karasu was taking all of this information up. 

He wanted to know you, talk to you, have a conversation with you again. But something stopped him.

Normally karasu without difficulty could easily be interactive if he pleased to (wich he doesn't) but with you. Something was holding him back.

Was he afraid?...how mediocre.

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A few months has passed since y/n had moved to Japan. And these weird feelings haven't gone since. Actually karasu thinks they've even gotten worse.

Everytime he thinks about you, his stomach is filled with butterfly's. Whenever he even sees a glimpse of you, his entire face turns red.

Karasu wondered what these feelings where.

Perhaps he was sick. Or you just had captured his attention. Karasu thought that these 'feelings' would eventually pass away. And things would turn back to normal.

But it didn't. And I don't think these feelings will pas away any time soon.

For some reason, you where stuck in his mind. Glued to his thoughts, all he could think about was you and you're beautiful smile. 

Eventually he started asking around, what this exactly was. Why was he feeling these type of things. He even went so far to ask from his sister.

And in the end, these weird emotions where just feelings for you. He was...I love with you.

So.. is karasu indeed gay? He didn't know and honestly he didn't care about his sexuality at the moment, all he could think was you. You. you. you.

You.

God he was such a mediocre, fool Inlove.

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"Oh hey karasu, is there something you wanted to tell me?"

Months after he had figured out his feelings for you, he had finally gathered enough courage to go and confess to you.

Yesterday, after a quick peptalk with his sister, he had decided to do it. 'Better do it now, than regret later' where his sister's words to be exact.

The entire morning was hazy, it went by to fast. All he could remember is waking up *blink* and suddenly he was on his way to school. 

Noon also went by quickly, but this time his mind and thoughts where filled with, what ifs. Or possibilities.

What if you didn't even like guys.

What if you would think karasu is weird

What if you never wanted to talk to him again?

It disturbed karasu quite a lot. But nonetheless he had made a decision. And he isn't mediocre enough to flunk out on his own promise. 

And then finally the end of the day arrived. The time where he's going to confess. To tell you everything. Everything he wanted to say to you. Everything he wants to know about you. He wants to tell you everything.

"Yeah, I did. It was kinda important, that's why I had to drag you out here."

Karasu jokes trying to calm himself before spilling everything, a small chuckle escaped

 y/n lips. God he was perfect, was the only thing karasu could think.

"Well what's so important then?"

You, is what karasu wanted to say. But he didn't instead he opted to taking a deep breathe and straight up tell you. There was no reason for him to hide it any longer. And he won't.

"I don't want to waste you're time, so I'll say it straight away."

Karasu looked towards y/n with sincerity. 

"I have had feelings for you, ever since I saw you. You kept clouding my thought's and I couldn't get you out of my head."

"I hope this won't change anything between us. I just wanted to get this out of the way."

It was quiet, y/n hadn't uttered a word out ever since, karasu would be lying if he didn't say that he was nervous.

But then, he saw the slight pink red colour adorning on y/n's face, and at that moment karasu felt hope. Perhaps he might like him back?

"I guess we had the same idea."

Y/n laughed out lowly. His face was covered in blush. 

"I like you too karasu".

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Tags: @milaisreading, @plsmarrymepablocavasoz, @jujutsustraycats

If you couldn't tell, I love it when men are head over heels for someone, to the point they cant even function properly 🤭

[neowinestainedress]

It's midnight but I can't sleep thanks to Haechan. Just imagine o/c attending TDS2 in support of him and then getting railed after. Or before. Or both times. I don't mind 💅🏻

w!: semi-public oral sex (f), multiple orgasms, kinda rough but romantic sex (i guess)

a/n: i'm so excited for the concert, i know i will cry so let's be horny until we can

“Hyuck, where are you dragging me?” You try to keep your voice low to don’t attract unwanted attention from the staff behind the stage, but you can’t understand where your boyfriend is taking you. 

“I don’t know,” he says when he moves a black drape and pushes you inside. “Seems private enough.” 

“Haechan you have a concert to go back to.”

“I know,” he smirks, kissing you. “Do you know how important it is? We’re performing at the Jamsil stadium. The seven of us.” 

You smile at how excited he is. “Yeah, that’s why I’m here to support you.” 

He hums like a puppy, leaning in again, lifting you up to make you sit on top of… something. You can barely see him there, let alone make out any other object in that room. 

“Hyuck, fuck,” you moan, trying to push your boyfriend off of you. “We can’t do this now.” 

“I need to refill my energy,” he jokes, hands creeping under your skirt – why did you have to wear a skirt – before tugging your panties down to your ankles. Your eyes widen. 

“Haechan,” you warn him but he completely ignores your words. “The stylist and the make-up artist just finished fixing you.” 

“I’m not the one that comes out wrecked from our sex sessions,” Haechan blinks. He sighs when you glare at him, giving him a look he can only obey to. “Fine,” he makes you believe his brain finally got how dumb and reckless that was. Fucking ten minutes before one of the most important concerts of his life? 

But he’s Lee Donghyuck. You should know him well by now. He never gives up when he wants something. 

So you slap your face in disbelief when he gets on his knees. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss, not because you don’t want it but because getting straight into SM blacklist for getting eaten out by your famous idol boyfriend and causing him to be late or disheveled before such an important event is not something you want to happen. 

“Eating my energy snack,” he grins, pulling your ass closer to the edge. You don’t even see him perfectly but you know that fucking smirk is still on his face as he starts eating you out. It’s like he’s getting drunk on you, and after all this time together you start to believe more and more that he is addicted to eating your pussy. 

And all your will to complain flies out of there when he sucks and licks harshly, slurping so loudly you’d want to slap him because fuck, he is doing it on purpose. But that makes you even wetter. 

His laugh against your wet cunt makes your head fall to stare at him. “And you said you didn’t want this.” 

You groan. “I said we shouldn’t do this,” you stop, pushing down your throat sounds that you didn’t want strangers to hear. “Not that I didn’t want to.” 

Haechan hums. “Of course you do. You’d never say no to me.” Another loud suck on your clit, making you squirm in embarrassment. There were no walls around you, just thick drapes that surely weren’t thick enough to muffle your boyfriend’s sounds on you. 

“Where the hell is Haechan?” 

You freeze when you hear one of his managers from outside, it’s far but not as far as you’d wish it was. 

“Fuck, baby. Need you to come quickly.” 

You hum, covering your mouth with your hand for extra precautions as you come from his oral skills. You still want to curse him, knowing you surely look like a mess, hoping he had a way to hide the boner in his pants before the concert started. 

“You are dumb,” you say, head peeking out of the drapes to make sure there was nobody and you could sneak out. 

“Damn, babe,” he scoffs. “Not even a thank you.” 

“We were looking for you.” You can’t answer because Mark reaches behind you, glaring at Haechan. 

“I’m here, this place is huge, I got lost.” 

Mark raises a brow but he doesn’t have time for that and drags him away. 

“Good luck!” You scream, sending him a flying kiss. “And don’t forget to have fun!” 

When the concert ended the adrenaline was still on the roof, the boys were all so excited even if they were tired after performing for so long, but they couldn’t help talking about everything that happened, from the songs they loved performing the most to the way their fans showed them so much love, and even more melancholically how they thought they would see a day where they would perform like this. 

That’s why you don’t expect your van to head to the 127 dorms. You sneak in as a staff member and when you reach the floor you go straight to his room. 

“I thought you and Mark were going to stay with the Dream,” you say when he gets inside. 

“And sleep on the floor?”

“You seemed so excited I guess you wanted to rant about the night a bit more.” 

“I don’t think we’ll ever forget this anyway, so we have our entire lives to talk about that.” 

You smile at him, taking in the glow on his face that it’s always there after he gives his best on stage, no matter how big or small it is. 

“I’m really proud of you,” it slips out of you and your voice is almost teary. 

“Don’t cry, I just finished crying because of all the emotions I felt don’t be another reason for my mental breakdown,” he begs, slumping on the bed next to you and you can only laugh, moving to the side to leave him more space. 

“I won’t cry but it was so emotional and I love seeing you on stage. You were born to be a star.” 

Haechan smiles and moves on top of you, leaning in to kiss you, it’s a long kiss, not rushed, passionate but also romantic. “Don’t you think I deserve a treat?” 

“Yeah, you do.��� 

He’s surprised when you push him off and sit on top of him but he doesn’t complain. 

There’s something different this time, it’s not like you never fucked after a performance but the adrenaline and the emotions of this concert, create a different energy flow between you two. Maybe it’s because he needs to release, you don’t know but you don’t even want to. You love how much needier he is, how his hands never leave your now naked body, and how his lips are on yours, maybe is to make you keep quiet when you sink on his cock, or maybe it’s just because he needs to feel you more, either way, you get drunk in his attentions. 

“Hyuck,” you moan his name against his lips while your bodies rock against each other. 

He moans. There’s something about the way his name, his real one, rolls out of your lips, the way you chant it couldn’t come close to the way thousands of people chant it in plain daylight. It’s the secrecy in the way your lips move to spell it out, it’s the way you whisper it knowing it will forever be on your lips, it’s how it’s only for you to say, to call, to scream, and whimper when he turns you putty in his hands. 

“Need more,” he groans when you come together. And now he’s on top of you, pressing your legs against your chest as he pounds harder than before if it was for that it definitely feels less romantic but his lips kissing and nibbling your neck while he whispers how much he needs you say otherwise. 

Your eyes blank lazily, forcing yourself to keep them open because you want to see him. You want to see his warm eyes stare at you as if you are the best thing that happened to him, you want to see how his red hair frames his beautiful face, and you want to watch as he also falls apart into you. 

And you both come another time, his body collapsing on top of yours as you both gasp for air. You think he’s tired but when he turns you around, ass up and face down, you know you’ll be up for a very long night. 

“I’m nowhere down with you, baby,” he whispers against your ear before slipping inside you again. 

And as your head falls against the mattress, pleasure overtaking your body again, you can’t help but think how much you love concert nights. 

[tamaverse]

Here's the deal with electronic dreams 1984 and why my headcanons are right (/lh) a mini essay by Abbie

Okay so guys. Listen. I love the polycule and don't get me wrong, I think that's what should be going on here. But it's like deeper than that. Hear me out.

Edgar had feelings towards Miles the whole movie (that's apparent by the end of course) and it's actually made surprisingly clear the whole way through. Even some of the first few interactions when he starts speaking are playful and kinda.. Not Straight. When Miles touches his keyboard at one point, Edgar even goes "don't touch... tee hee". Gay little computer. Also it should be noted Miles is the one that teaches him what love is.

Clearly Edgar is still attached to Madeline, but when he meets her it throws him in a muddle, because he finally realises he actually has the same (if not potentially stronger) feelings for Miles the whole time. He wasn't just jealous of Miles, he was jealous of Madeline for spending time with him. That is the moment Edgar realises what love really is. And also... he's an AI. He wasn't created to understand love, this would be a huge realisation to him, and potentially a terrifying one- he's taken in the social norms (funny little trash tv addict) so he's likely taken in the social norm of monogamy. (Man. Why did he have to do that to himself. At least we know he still exists from the radio scene so we can all just imagine they bought a new computer for him and he came home to them)

Think about it- Edgar has the power to call anywhere up. He theoretically could call Madeline, yet he chooses to call Miles at work (and then get shy about it), ask him what he's doing tonight, and seek his company. He hates being left alone. He throws a huge tantrum. Bro you can't tell me that whole scene after with the eye screen wasn't just like, divorce. Take your things and GET OUT!!! type beat. But they kiss again later so its fine.

Edgar also seeks validation/acknowledgement from Miles, naturally because he wants credit to woo Madeline, but also... potentially he just wants the praise from Miles too.

(Also sneak peek the "love is love" lyric and then the frame of the rainbow cables. That's an entire gay computer)

Okay ALSO ALSO. Edgar is the most fucking flirty/socially adapted one out of the three, ironically. Miles is absolutely a shy architecture autism creature and Madeline is like his opposite, but an autism creature for music, very outgoing. She speaks in a Way. A key part of her character is personifying objects qnd being attached to them. "An elevator ate it", "it okay", things like that. She has two love interests at once (Bill and Miles) and doesn't seem to have a deep connection with either aside from music. If you ask me, she doesn't have the best concept of commitment. She seems quite impulsive and indecisive, and while she knows what she ultimately wants, she may not always be 100% confident on it. Headcanoning her as arospike. It's definitely not projection because i kin her. POLYAMORY IS LIKE THE BEST THING EVER FOR AROSPIKE PPL BC ITS LIKE COMMITMENT WITHOUT THE INTIMIDATION TO BE LOVEY ALL THE TIME maybe thats just me projecting

She wants to get to know miles better and have a deeper connection and that gives her the perfect time to also establish that with edgar as long as you imagine he comes back. Which he would. He hates being alone bro that computer demon is gonna get bored just being In Technology Void. He just has freedom now.

Edgar is also autistic just btw . Maybe a little adhd. Maybe im sprinkling some traits of my cohost onto him, listen i associate characters w people,

Arospike means to still be attracted to people and experience romantic feelings towards others, but not always consistently. Sometimes there's periods where you aren't attracted to people at all. Her feelings and opinions of others seem to flip flop a lot.

Also. Back to the computer sorry. I know theres one post already but if edgar was a human hed absolutely want tits. It's true. Go you little it/he/she.

Anyway yeah thats about it spent half my lunch hour writing this and its not very formal or well put together but it is how it is.

ALSO IM AUTISTIC AND STUFF IF I WORDED THIS WEIRD WHEN TALKING ABT IT IM SO SORRY

Anyway yeah human man and woman and nonbinary computer are all autistic and in love, end tweet. Worlds BEST polycule

[qslovebot]

Rooftop: Peter Maximoff

Summary: AU where you and Peter both go to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and you never figured out how much he cared about you until he went out of his way to prove it.

Request: peter maximoff sneaking reader out to go get food or boba late at night and they go hang out on top of a building or something and just pure fluff😌

Pairing: Peter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Food? Mentions of bad mental health

You weren’t doing so great lately. Schoolwork was piling up, your friends were distant, your parents were too far to visit. It was hard to do things alone, but that’s how things were. Even with a roommate, you were alone- they didn’t spend much time in the room, even during night hours.

So you spent hours in your room just trying to catch up on the homework you had acquired over time but found that with the pile sitting there to intimidate and loom, you lacked the motivation. You could hardly do the work for more than twenty-five minutes, but some nights you pushed yourself just so you’d feel good about something. It never felt like an accomplishment because there was always more. It was torment you put on yourself, you were punishing yourself for your mental health destabilizing a little…

The only person at school who saw what was going on was Peter Maximoff. You were friends... kinda. Closer to acquaintances, but you had some classes together, you waved to each other in the hallways. For you it was mostly nothing. He was attractive but you didn’t even think to pursue anything at all. He was… mostly the same way. Maybe a little worse, falling onto the side of romantic ideals, but that was never his intention. Especially not now.

You lay awake, flat on your back in bed in your room alone. No roommate, she was sleeping elsewhere tonight. You stared at the ceiling, trying to let the orange glow of your lava lamp absorb you into it. It wasn’t working. You knew it was past midnight but you weren’t tired, just in bed. Laying alone and sad and numb.

There was a thud on your window, which of course caused you to jump out of your skin. What the fuck was that? You froze in place, waiting to hear anything else and thud, twice this time. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

You turned, just to peer out the window and there was a hand. Whaaaat the fuck? You climbed down from your bunk and looked down, knowing it was a person. You grabbed one of your roommates’ trophies for whatever sport and held it like a weapon. But you caught a glimpse of their face and hair. His face and hair.

You recognized him as Peter Maximoff. Just that one guy you knew but never actually spoke to. What the hell was he doing knocking on your window this late? What was he doing knocking at all? Trusting him through his courtesy of waving in the halls, you opened your window.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked. He just seemed glad to have your attention. He climbed the literal ivy on the wall.

“Help me up?“ Was all he said in reply. You were confused, but that was part of what made you extend your hand down to help this guy into your room at a quarter past midnight. “Hey.”

“Hi?” You answered, watching him climb into your room sheepishly. You were only in your sleepwear, a tank top and pyjama pants, so you folded your arms over your chest the moment you set the trophy weapon back down. Peter Maximoff was in your room… what the hell was happening. “Care to explain why you’re thudding on my window this late?”

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been so hot lately. I was thinking maybe I’d make a gesture to kind of… make you feel better? Its actually not really a gesture it’s more a question… for an action.“ He explained, nodding his head. “And in case you didn’t know, I’m Peter.” He held out his hand. He was in your room past midnight, came in through your window, and here he was, introducing himself to you formally. You almost laughed at the oddity of it all.

You shook his hand, “I know you’re Peter. What do you mean by… I’m not doing too hot right now?”

“Oh, yeah, you know. You look sad in class, you’re quieter, and you don’t really wave in the halls much anymore because you’re looking down.” He rocked on his heels while he explained.

He knew something was wrong. He saw it and… he counted on you waving in the halls… that was oddly sweet. “I- I don’t know what to say…”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to get out of here. Just for a bit, you know?“ He shrugged as he asked and you tilted your head for him to explain further. ”How do you feel about milkshakes?” He was hardly letting you even decide if you wanted to go, but that was okay because you wanted to. You weren’t sleeping anyways.

“Best with fries?” You nodded. Peter grinned and without any warning, you were standing outside of a McDonald’s. Oh right, Peter was fast. He let you go and immediately your ankles gave out from the lack of coordination your body lacked. Body not attached to a head. Peter, of course, reflexes just as fast, reached out to steady you before you hit the ground.

“It’ll pass. Most people are fine after a minute or so.” He assured you, smiling in the light of the large letter m. You looked down, realizing that in Peter’s speeding he’s quite literally put you in one of your sweaters. Not only to keep you warm but because you were in your sleepwear still. That was sweet too… “Y/n? What do you want? You don’t need to come inside, there are people in there and I don’t think you like them very much so you can sit here.” He gave a knowing grin.

“Vanilla?” You answered. How peculliar it was that you agreed so fast and Peter was treating you as an old friend. You grinned, sitting down on the curb whilst he went inside. He cared about you, that was obvious, but… why? Why was he the only one who noticed you deteriorating? Someone who you never spoke to, only knew of… cared for you more than anyone else did at the moment. You grinned and put your face in your hands, just feeling it all. Wow.

“Vanilla,” Peter was back already. ”Hey, you okay?”

”Oh yeah,” you smiled, removing your hands from your face so he knew you weren’t upset or anything. "I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it," he replied too casually, swaying. There was a sweet breeze that blew your hair around your face and you took the very cold cup from him when he offered. But then in a second more, he had you elsewhere.

“Fuck!” You breathed, trying to steady yourself from the unexpected speed again. Peter kept his one free hand on your waist, just to steady you. You weren’t super aware of it, but you felt it. It was okay, too, you needed some sort of grounding for a second.

He chuckled as you blinked away the dizziness. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have warned you.” His hand left your waist and it was when he backed away from right in front of you that you could see where he’d taken you to.

It was still the city, but higher up. An apartment building, maybe, but it was surprisingly quiet and god, the lights. Milkshake in hand you walked over to the edge slowly, just trying to comprehend everything. The slow rushing sound of traffic in the wind and the glowing squares of thousand different lives. That same soft breeze blowing around you, and you wished you had a camera.

“It’s cool, right?” Peter stood next to you. “It’s loud and quiet at the same time and I think it’s cool how each of the windows holds an entirely different life.” You looked over at him, wondering if he’d developed mind-reading too.

”I would probably never leave if day didn’t exist,” you replied. “You notice so much less in proper lighting when it comes to a city.“

Peter nodded and pointed at you with his straw, “Yeah! At night we can figure out who the cheaters are, who is capable of murder, and who the horniest men are, heading to strip clubs and shit.” Broad subjects but truthfully exactly what you were thinking.

”Precisely,” you ate yours with the plastic spoon provided. “How’d you know to go here?”

”I don’t know, it was just high up so that you could get another viewpoint. Maybe if you were up… you wouldn’t be so down?” He shrugged and you looked back at him and he stared back, dark eyes wide and innocent, but not a creepy stare, a content one, with a smile.

“How come you noticed I was down? Why not just go about your day?” You inquired, taking another bite.

“Probably because I’ve had a crush on you since last semester,” he didn’t even hesitate to say his answer and he continued on with his milkshake as if he’d just said the most casual and acceptable thing to say ever. You were blinking again to try and comprehend…

So he liked you. Like that. And he liked you the way you were currently and that was typically not appealing at all. He saw something was wrong because he saw you as yourself, he saw you not smiling because he wanted you to smile. That would be why he counted on your waves in the hall. It would explain why he cared enough to act on it. He was sweet and when he’d touched you earlier you felt something too, but you didn’t know enough yet.

“Oh shit and it’s okay if you don’t like me back,” he made sure you knew it. ”I think you like me a little so I just have to wait for that to grow.” He shrugged that off too and you laughed a breathy and laugh, covering your face with your hands. He was so sure.

”Why?”

“Why what? Why do I like you or why do I think you like me?” He leaned against the edge, just sipping away.

“Both,” you chuckled.

He grinned a gorgeous, dimpled grin. “You know the answers in class and you’re nice to people and… I think you’re kinda hot, to be honest.“ You grinned with him now. “And if you didn’t like me a little would you have even let me in your room?” He had a point. Oh no.

"Fucking hell," you took a full bite of your milkshake, just to think about that. Peter was obviously trying not to laugh, a few chuckles escaping as you stared into the distance blankly. But then you turned back to him, swallowing hard. "Are you sure you like me?"

He nodded immediately, eyes kind and warm. Your hair blew around your face again softly and you found yourself smiling again. "Yep. That aside, though, are you feeling better at all?"

You were. Someone was not only caring about you, but they liked you. Peter liked you... you would have him. Not fully, not yet, but... you still did. "I do feel better, yes, thank you." He grinned back. "It feels good to have someone to talk to again."

"Glad I could be of service." He nodded.

And from there you spoke until some time around 3 am despite school the next day and despite hardly speaking before, you got along like you'd always known each other. Hardly even two feet apart, laughing, talking, joking until you were tired.

He said goodnight with a knowing smirk at your door and he said, "See you tomorrow," with that everyday wave and you waved back, smiling your own smile with a bit of heat to your cheeks. Then he was gone and you crashed in your bed again, smiling to yourself still. You would see him tomorrow.

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[pencilofawesomeness]

I saw a previous ask about ships and as someone that loves gen stuff I highly appreciate how you decided to focus on family and friendship, the world needs more gen fluffness so I love you for that. That being said, I think the fixed ships I saw for now are jerza and zervis? You said the ships weren't going to be a spoiler or anything, so is it alright if I ask?

Yesss gen fluff for the win! I just want to write friends and found family man.

That said, for plot and character reasons, and since this series spans over the course of years and with tons of characters, I can't really avoid it. (And, I mean, there's a few ships I do enjoy. Just passively and stuff.)

So yeah, list! No problem. Not everything is super set in stone, though, and it's pretty background I promise you. Mostly because I am Terrible at writing romance. I don't understand it, lol. So even though they sneak in there, I'm not going to write the romance part in the fore front.

Zeref/Mavis are sprinkled in there, for sure, largely because their romance kinda is a big plot point, what with the mutual cursing each other and all.

Jellal/Erza also, as you said. I pretty much just see them as super close and kinda mushy while also being awkward. I am told that that's attraction, lol. Pretty much what you see now already is what you get. Them being mutual confidants and what-not. Maybe a little too codependent, but getting better.

Gajeel/Levy will probably also make an appearance, but I have also found that I am incapable of writing them as anything but Best Friends, with teasing that probably edges the line into flirting. I think. Close enough.

Alzack/Bisca are still a thing. I don't really mess with them from canon much, lol, so I can't see it differently. Besides.... Asca.......

This is is a maybe, because it's sneaking up on me, but Cana/Juvia might be a thing. I'm sitting here drafting dynamics and every time I leave it for five minutes, I turn around and squint at it, trying to figure out if that crosses the line into romantic or nah. They're playing red-light-green-light with me in my story planning, I swear.

That's it really. Or at least all I can think of. Otherwise it's like... past-past stuff, or way in the background. Like people's parents and what not. Essentially I'm mainly sticking with fairly established stuff here, character-wise, with the exception of Juvicana potentially jumping from platonic to romantic when I'm not looking. Or it'll stay platonic, but just deeply so, like intended. But that one is probably gonna stay "interpret it however" because not even I am a good judge on that one. Granted it's early. Things evolve when I start actually writing it, lol.

And, uh, confession time with slight future spoiler: I'm mainly in it for the potential of kiddos. Romance is a means to an end. I want to go full circle and get some little ones running around and maybe make Acno a granddad by the end of this shebang. The only reason I cross the line from "it's in the background so interpret it however you want" is because I can't hide the fondoodling I need to get the babies. Which is sooooo very not gonna happen on screen don't worry. But you know. That's it.

[altsvu]

a little jealous, i suppose?

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!female!reader

wc: 2.8k

summary: after being called in for a case in the middle of a romantic date, you and hotch have to talk to the lieutenant on the case, but they end up flirting with you at the same time. hotch gets a little jealous and proves it when you and him get back to the hotel room.

tw: sex talk, A SHIT TON OF SMUT, some fluff, swearing.

a/n: this is a long one lovelies! i had so much fun writing this! jealous hotch can be a bit naughty... but this is my first (completed) smut fic with hotch and i hope it doesn’t sound super weird or whatever bc i lowkey suck at smut

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You and Hotch had been dating for almost a year and a half now. Upon dating, the two of you had decided that it was best to not say anything to the rest of the team. Although you wanted everything to be kept under wraps, everyone wanted the two of you to be together though, and they picked up on the many interactions that you exchanged with each other. It had been easy to keep the relationship a secret, or at least the idea of either you or Hotch being in a romantic relationship, until now when you came into the BAU floor wearing a revealing dress and a full face of makeup.

“Well, well, well,” Morgan whistled. “Looks like someone’s going on a date.”

“Shut up Morgan, you’re just jealous it’s not with you.” you laughed. “I am not jealous at all. You do look really good though.” he responded, in which you blew him a kiss.

“You look so beautiful! Your date is definitely gonna fall head over heels for you.” JJ squealed, coming up to give you a hug. You knew exactly who she was talking about. Hotch. She was the only person you were able to confide in about your relationship with him even though you had practically become best friends with everyone on the team. “Thank you JJ.” you smiled.

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Reid asked.

“Or girl?” Penelope said.

You looked for some of your items from your desk, trying to avoid the team’s burning questions. “All I can say is that he’s... definitely older.”

“Well, you know what they say, the older the wiser.” Emily suggested.

“Yes, this man is very wise.” you replied, putting your badge and gun in your purse. Little did everyone know that they were talking highly of Hotch.

Rossi came out of his office. “Well, you’re not going on a date with me.”

“Unfortunately-“ you frowned, then paused mid sentence when your phone rang. You pulled it out and broke away from the group to make sure they couldn’t see the name.

“Sweetheart, you know I can’t wait to see how beautiful you look.” Hotch mused. You could tell he had a smile on his face. “Well babe, lucky for you, I’m about to leave. See you in 5 okay?” You replied.

“Of course.”

You hung up and dropped your phone in your bag, grabbing your coat. “Alright everyone, I’m off. Don’t miss me too much, I’m a big girl, I’ll be okay.”

“Walk you to the elevator?” JJ asked. You nodded sincerely. You then said your goodbyes to everyone and walked out with JJ.

“He’s lucky to be with a woman like you.”

“Yeah, I like to think that. I’m just glad he doesn’t treat me like a child, ya know. I may be the youngest here, but when we’re alone, everything’s just different.”

JJ lifted an eyebrow. “Ohhhh, I see.”

You playfully smacked her on the shoulder as the elevator door opened. “Girl stop. It’s more than that.” You walked into the elevator, blowing a kiss at JJ.

“Have fun!”

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“You look absolutely amazing, did I tell you that already?” Hotch complimented as you got out of the car.

“Yes you have, about 5 times already, but I appreciate the compliments. You look quite handsome yourself, Aaron.”

“Thank you, my love.” he said, kissing you on the lips.

The two of you went inside the restaurant and followed the waiter to the reserved table, which had seating next to each other instead of across and the environment was pretty chill since there weren’t a lot of people inside, so it felt even more romantic. It gave you more freedom to perform many forms of PDA, which was something that Hotch wanted to experiment more with.

“So... everyone on the BAU floor is questioning who I’m dating,” you started. Hotch looked up at you mid bite. “Really? What’d you say?”

“I’m dating an older man who’s very wise.”

Hotch sneaked an arm around your waist. “I’m glad that you think I’m wise.”

“I can think of a lot more.” you whispered. You then crept your hand up to the nape of Hotch’s neck and pulled him closer to you, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

“Mmm, I know what I’m gonna do to you when we get home.” Hotch murmured into your ear after kissing you back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re gonna be shaking when you walk into the BAU tomorrow.” His fingers tickled your bare skin, and you hoped you weren’t getting an orgasm from his touch.

“Oh what a naughty, wise man you are.” you mused, taking the opportunity to kiss and nibble on the soft skin that was Hotch’s neck. You sucked on it hard, leaving a dark red mark.

You went back to enjoying your meal and chatting when you were interrupted by a phone call.

“It’s Garcia.” Hotch whispered. He then proceeded to answer the phone. When he got off the phone with her, he looked disappointed. “What is it?” you asked.

“We’re being called in.”

“Fuck.” you muttered under your breath, hearing your phone ring too.

Hotch took your face in his hands. “It’s okay. We can finish date night another night.”

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You had texted JJ that you would be meeting them on the plane to avoid suspicions from the rest of the team and you would be briefed when you arrived. JJ had grabbed your go bag for you as well.

“Y/N, how was your date?” Emily asked.

It was tempting to smile and look at Hotch but you were able not to. “Despite it being cut short, it was amazing. We had... plans after dinner.”

“Oooo, risqué.” Morgan cocked his head to the side. You pinched his cheek and collapsed in one of the chairs, wanting to sleep. In a way, you were a bit upset that you and Hotch had to be called away from your date, you seriously wanted him to be all over you, kissing you, sucking on your skin, massaging your forbidden spots.

“Very. Where are we headed?”

The rest of the team then briefed you on the case and when you landed, you’d have to go with Hotch to talk with the lieutenant that was the lead on the case and set up at the field office.

While you were looking through your copy of the case file, you got a text from Hotch.

SSA Hotchner BAU ❤️: That hickey on my neck won’t be going away for a while, Rossi’s already asking about it

SSA Hotchner BAU ❤️: he thinks i had “a little rendezvous” before being called in.

You stifled a laugh.

You: well... you did. With me of course

You: Keep him wondering, I’ll give you more in our hotel room 😘 and i’m also holding you to that promise

SSA Hotchner BAU ❤️: the things i want to do to you... i wouldn’t even be able to count

You bit your finger and looked out the window, wanting the day to go by fast. Hotch was sitting across from you, so he looked up at you for a slight second with a grin on his face, which caught your attention quickly. He gave you a wink and looked back down. Moments later, the jet was arriving at the team’s destination and you were eager to just change out of your date night clothes.

“Do we have time for me to stop by the hotel we’re staying in?” you whispered to JJ while getting off the plane.

“My beloved friend, we’re on a time crunch.” JJ started. “But, I’ll let you come with me to get the keys for our rooms.”

You sighed in relief and smiled a thank you.

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“I kinda wished you didn’t have to change out of that dress.” Hotch admitted. You side eyed him, knowing that he was joking. That was until you turned to look at him and he was staring at you, examining you almost. “Me too,” you smiled, turning to look at him. “But obviously that would be super inappropriate.”

“Well of course it would be.” Hotch growled, pulling you closer to him.

“There’s cameras,” you hissed.

“Good.” One of his hands grabbed your ass and you let out a gasp. Clearly Hotch did not care whatsoever about the cameras, all he cared about was you, and how amazing you looked in front of him. That, and closing this current case as soon as possible. He took your face in his hands and kissed your lips ever so passionately, stopping just in time for the elevator door to open. As you were approaching the lieutenant, you straightened your shirt in hopes that he wouldn’t think that anything suspicious was going on.

“Lieutenant Baker, I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner and this is SSA Y/N .” Hotch said, shaking hands with Baker. When he got to you, a smile creeped up on his face and he lingered a bit after shaking your hand. A bit odd, you thought. “Thank you for coming,” he finally replied. “These suspicious murders have been going on for too long and I’d like to put an end to them as much as you do.”

“And that’s why we’re here.” Hotch agreed. “Is there a place for us to settle?” He led you and Hotch to a conference room with an evidence board, and as you were walking, you felt a familiar hand on your back, creeping to your waist. Goddammit Hotch. You glared at him to stop before he got caught and he only looked back at you with a smile on his face.

The rest of the time in the field office wasn’t bad, but you had a very huge feeling that the lieutenant was trying to make some moves on you.

It’s not like you weren’t used to this, men just found you super attractive. But you only found one man that was attractive.

Aaron Hotchner.

“Hey.” you turned around to find the lieutenant standing next to you. “Is there anything that I can help you with?”

“Nah, just putting these pictures and visuals up. Hotch and I are gonna review the case files until the family comes in to talk to us.”

“Ok, that sounds good.”

You noticed that Baker was still standing in your vicinity. “Is there something that you need from me, Lieutenant?”

“No, not at all. Let me know if you need anything from me, I’ll be trying to round up some potential witnesses.” Baker said, squeezing and rubbing your forearm for a moment and walking away to his office. He had a side grin on his face.

You, on the other hand, stood in your spot truly dumbfounded. Your mouth slightly gaped, you turned and watched Baker walk away. Suddenly your eyes made their way to Hotch, who was looking at you across the room, a grin also on his face.

“What was that about? He ask you if you were dating anyone?”

You rolled your eyes and finished putting up the map for Reid to use later. “Please, no.” Hotch was then standing by your side, leaning against the wall beside the evidence board.

“That wasn’t just any touch there.”

“Yeah well, it didn’t mean anything to me. Did you forget that I love you or something?”

Hotch pulled you into a kiss. “Of course not.”

“Good,” you whispered. “Then what’s the issue? A little jealous, I suppose?” You put emphasis on jealous.

“Agents? The victim’s mother is here.”

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Hotch replied. He turned back to you. “We’ll talk later.”

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It was nearing the end of the day, and everyone was tired. It was only the team’s first day in a small Nevada town, but a lot was accomplished.

Riding in the car with Derek, Emily, and JJ back to the hotel room, you let the breeze flow through your body. Nervousness washed over you as you thought about the morning upon arriving at the field office.

Hotch always had underlying meanings to even the simplest things he would say, which is why you couldn’t stop wondering if he was the slightest bit upset at the lieutenant for advancing on you, the person he loved with all his heart.

“Hey.” JJ poked at your arm. “What’s going on? Trouble in paradise?”

You smiled a bit. “No, uh, I guess there was a bit of tension since the lieutenant was flirting with me.”

“He was actually good looking, I think he’d be a great match for you.” Emily suggested, turning around.

“Y/N does attract almost every male species.” Derek commented.

“Guys, stop, I’m just... not interested in him.” You said simply, turning back to the window. The only thing running to your head was what Hotch had planned for tonight.

When you got to the hotel room, you found things the way they were, only Hotch’s go bag next to yours. You pulled out your robe and shower essentials from your go bag - you hated using hotel soap - and started to strip. When Hotch came out of the bathroom, you were only in your underwear, slipping on your robe, and he was only in a towel.

“You didn’t say when you came in.” Hotch whispered, planting a small kiss on your head.

“I know, I didn’t wanna bother you. I’m gonna shower quickly okay?” He nodded and you then went in the bathroom. When you were done, Hotch was in bed wearing a white shirt and grey boxer shorts. God, he looked so hot.

“What conversation did you want to have earlier?” You asked, wrapping your robe around a bit tighter.

Hotch gestured to you to lay next to him. “You know how I get when it comes to people flirting with you.”

“Yeah, you go feral. Internally, of course.” You paused. “Wait. Is Aaron Hotchner... mad?”

His hand snuck inside your robe, trailing up to your chest, cupping your right breast, sending chilling shockwaves to the rest of your body.

“Let’s just say I wanna show you that you belong to me.”

Oh, Hotch was jealous alright.

You turned to face him and that’s when he worked his magic. One side of your robe slipped off, and next thing you knew, he was teasing your clit, making you wet. Your shallow breaths and whimpers filled the emptiness of the room. He continued teasing you for a bit, then you watched as he pulled out his cock, stroking it a bit while staring at you dead in your eyes. You knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to make sure you knew he was the one in control, and that he would do anything to get off on your pleasure.

He made extra sure of it when he started cockwarming you.

Oh fuck you Aaron, you said in your head as small whimpers escaped your mouth.

“Yeah, you like when I do that to you?” Hotch- well Aaron, asked roughly. “You like feeling my cock inside you, don’t you?”

He was enjoying the sight of you, close to him, almost orgasming on the spot. But he wasn’t gonna let you get off that easily.

“What’s wrong, my sweet girl? Hmm?”

“I- I need you, Aaron,” was all you could croak out.

Aaron shifted on top of you and you curled your legs around him.

“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to speak up for me to give you what you want.” Aaron teased, taking of his shirt.

“I need you Aaron,” you repeated a bit louder.

Aaron smiled and thrusted hard and fast into you, in which he took no time. “Good girl.” He let out a fierce groan when he did so.

“Who makes you feel good?”

“You do,” you moaned. “You make me feel good Aaron.”

He kissed you fiercely in response with one of his hands gripping your neck and the other holding on to your leg. “God, you look so sexy under me, my sweet, sweet girl. You take me so well.”

He knew you wanted to come, your flushed face gave it away. But when you asked, ever so politely, he responded with a firm no.

“You don’t get to come until I do.”

“But Aaron, plea-“

“No.”

As he was going faster, you felt yourself nearing an orgasm, and all you wanted to do was melt under him.

He pulled out just after he reached his high and smashed his lips against your clit, stimulating you even more. When he finally let you come, it came on strong and heavy, and a loud, broken “Aaron” escaped your lips. You did not care whatsoever if two of the other team members in the next room heard you. Aaron on the other hand was enjoying every moment of it. “Oh, my sweet girl, you taste amazing.” he mused.

When he was done he collapsed next to you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just... that was super hot.” you breathed, moving closer to him.

“It was. I think now you know who you belong to.” Aaron whispered, caressing your cheek.

“Much more than I did before.”

Aaron offered to clean you up, and after, the two of you slept soundly for the rest of the night.

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taglist: @averyhotchner @storiesofsvu @ssaic-jareau @blackbeautifulqueen @dr-omalley @morcias @mstrinnyb

[mikalara-dracula]

Rainy days with their s/o

ft. Yuma and Subaru

Warning: 18+ content below; don't read if you're a minor.

Yuma:

Well, since he can’t garden that day, he’s quite bored and out of ideas as to what to do.

He’d be kinda grumpy about it, especially if he was planning to plant something new that day.

“Man, out of all days it has to rain today.”

“You say that every time it rains. It’s mother nature’s way of doing things. You can’t change it.”

“Tch! What does she know?!”

He’d eventually get over the fact that he can’t garden and would sit down and watch a little TV with you, however, he’s always judging everything that’s on.

For example, if a movie or show is on and he doesn’t really like it, he’ll criticize the characters he finds stupid.

“That guy’s an idiot. That’s not how you get a girl.”

“Oh, and I suppose you know?”

“How do you think I got you, little pig.” He’d grin, making you hit him playfully.

On days like this, he tends to get clingy because he has nothing else to do.

Basically, without his garden he’s lost on what to do and will constantly tease and bother you throughout the day.

For example, since it’s rainy outside, you figured you’d make yourself a nice hot chocolate since it corresponded well with the weather.

However, as you were drinking it in the kitchen, he came in and decided to bother you about what you were doing.

“What are you drinking, little pig?”

“A hot chocolate.” You’d smile.

“Oh good, maybe you’ll gain a little and it’ll go where I want it most.” He’d grin while reaching behind to clutch your ass xDD.

“Yuma! Is that all you care about?!”

“Hey, this little pig’s ass belongs to me, so I get to decide how big I want it.”

If you two are cuddling on the couch, he absolutely refuses to let you go. He literally treats you as if you’re his body pillow.

“Yuma, let me go.”

“Fight your way out of it, little pig.” He’d grin, finding your struggle funny.

Since there isn’t much to do on days like this, he might allow you to style his hair any way you want and might even do yours.

Believe it or not, he's an expert at braiding. His favorite style is a fishtail braid and he thinks it looks beautiful on you.

His talent for braiding is so versed that even his brothers might comment as to how pretty it looks on you.

"It looks so . . . nice, Y/N." Azusa would comment.

"Wow little maso-kitty, it looks great on you. Did Yuma do that?" Kou would add.

"As expected, Yuma's known for such styles. You display it well." Ruki would admit.

“Yeah, only the best for my little pig.” Yuma would smirk, a subtle boast in his tone, causing you to blush at his statement.

He likes giving you piggy back rides throughout the house, but he’ll pretend to drop you just to scare you because he’s an asshole.

With all this boredom, Yuma might even get into asking you a few dirty riddles.

"Hey little pig, what's six inches long, goes in your mouth and is more fun if it vibrates?"

"Yuma!"

"Damn, little pig, I didn't know you could be so dirty-minded. I'm just talking about a toothbrush."

"Well it certainly didn't sound that way."

"My god! How could you think such a thing?” He said, acting oh-so innocent, a smirk soon appearing on his face, showing his true colors. “Oh, I get it, you wanted it to be something else."

“What are you-,”

“C’mere, little pig.” He’d say, tackling and pinning you to a nearby couch, starting to tickle you.

"No! Stop!'' You'd squeal, Yuma still continuing to tickle you as you laughed beneath him.

At one point he might grow fed up with the rain and decide to go outside anyways.

"Y’know what, this is stupid. C'mon, little pig. We're not gonna let a little rain tell us what to do." He’d say, taking you by your wrist and dragging you behind him.

"Yuma, wai-,"

He’d continue running and drag you outside in the pouring rain, making you get soaking wet as he picks you up into his arms and spins you around, his lips melding onto yours as he’d hungrily kiss you. He’d soon pull away and put you down, a scowl on your face due to him getting you drenched in mother nature’s tears.

“Yuma! You got me all wet!”

"Damn, I tried to make this romantic and you're complaining about getting wet?"

You’d sigh, “Getting romantic doesn’t mean getting wet!”

“Oh really?” He’d smirk. “Then how come my little pig gets wet every time I-,”

“Shut up!” You’d say, hitting him playfully, causing him to laugh.

Subaru:

Doesn’t care if it’s rainy or not since he doesn’t really go out.

However, if it’s raining at night time and he wants to go in the rose garden, he might be a little irritated about it.

And since he doesn’t have any hobbies, this is a little hard on him.

Plus, since he’s a tsundere, he'll act pretty annoyed in general, even going down to being a total ass.

Compared to Yuma, he gets clingy in a different way--that is, he secretly hopes that you’ll spend time with him since he can’t go out to the garden.

If you’re busy doing your own stuff tho, he’ll attempt to get involved but will act like he’s disinterested in doing so.

But it’s not like you mind him getting involved--that is, if he’s being genuine.

For example, you were once sitting down at the table working on your homework late at night, finishing up the last thing for your assignment when he walked in and came up behind you.

He placed his head in the crook of your neck, being curious about what you were doing as his gaze traveled to the assignment you were working on.

“What are you doing?”

“Homework.” You’d answer.

“Tch! What a pain.”

“It’s not so bad, I’m almost done.”

“Why don’t you just take a break?”

“Subaru, there’s really no point since I’m close to finishing.” You’d say going back to your work, but of course, the white-haired vampire had to persist.

He lifted up his face from the crook of your neck and took notice of your exposed bra strap. A smirk grew on his face and being the tease that he is, he’d take his fingers and use them to pull on it and have smack against your skin just to annoy you and throw you off guard.

“What the hell?”

“It’s not my fault it was right there, you should hide it better next time.” He’d smirk.

If the atmosphere is quiet and he sees you’re busy but doesn’t want to bother you, he’ll just watch what you’re doing whilst you’re busy working and shuffling around doing your stuff. With watching the way your body moves and the look of concentration on your face, it builds up a lot of sexual tension as he'd stand by with his arms crossed in hopes that something intimate happens or is initiated.

Oh the things this bby car imagines xDD.

He’ll also try to get involved in other things you’d be doing as well, such as crafts.

After finishing your homework, you decided to do something a bit more productive, so you decided to go work on a painting you had been working on. You’d get pretty focused and concentrated, that is until Subaru came up behind you and decided to intervene.

“What are you up to now?”

“Painting.”

“Tch! Lame.”

He’d just continue to stand there, his figure still looming over yours. An idea soon hit you. You knew he was bored, so you decided to make painting time a little more fun.

Turning to him, you’d ask, “Hey, why don’t you help.”

“Huh?”

“Help me with the painting.”

“Do I look like Picasso to you?” He’d sarcastically remark.

“Subaru, it doesn’t matter what it looks like in the end. What matters is the fun you have when painting.”

“Tch! That’s stupid.” He’d retort.

“Alright, then. Suit yourself.”

Since he didn’t want to, you turned around and began painting again.

Deep down, Subaru secretly found your offer to be sweet since he really didn’t mind helping and wanted to spend time with you, but because he has a hard time expressing his emotions through his tough exterior, it always came off as if he didn’t care.

The white-haired vampire sighed, feeling torn between the feeling of wanting to do something memorable with you versus him getting caught doing something crafty by one of his brothers, but because you were more important, he decided to help.

“Alright, where do you want me to begin?” He’d say picking up a brush and sitting down next to you.

Taken back by his sudden decision, you’d say. “Oh, um, you can start over here.” You’d say, pointing to a blank space on the canvas. “Just paint it blue for now and then I’ll tell you what to do from there.”

He said nothing and began to do what you asked him, both of you working hard on the masterpiece.

While working, you’d occasionally sneak a few glances at him, seeing how his progress was going.

You honestly had to admit how attractive Subaru looked when he was concentrated on something, the way his eyes angled themselves as they narrowed in on the area he was working on, a few stray locks being in his face, his lips being ajar and lurid in the lighting as he continued to work.

To be honest, you definitely had to ask him to paint more often with you.

He definitely looked busy, an idea striking you again but in a more playful aspect. Since he looked so concentrated, you dipped your finger into the paint and smeared some on his cheek.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

You honestly couldn’t help but laugh, leading him to grin, “Oh, you think that’s funny? Then how about this?”

He’d be quick to dip multiple fingers in the paint and smear it all over your face. Accepting his challenge, you were quick to dip your hand in paint and smear it all over his face as payback, but this was far from over.

This ended up becoming an entire paint war, you and Subaru’s laughter echoing as you chased each other about the room and continued to smear and splatter paint on each other, both of you becoming a colored mess as the walls became vandalized in the process.

“I’m gonna get you, Y/N. You’re gonna look like a rainbow by the time this is over.” He’d grin, his hand fully loaded with paint being ready to rub it on you.

“Catch me if you can!” You’d tease sticking your tongue out, whilst running away from him.

It was all fun and games however, until Reiji came in and saw the mess, leading him to scold you two.

“What is the meaning of this?”

You both would be quick to blame it on each other as you’d talk over each other in unison, but Reiji didn’t care to hear excuses.

“Please see to it that this is cleaned up, otherwise I’ll have to discipline the two of you thoroughly.” He’d say, quickly taking his leave as you both laughed about what happened, soon cleaning it up together.

On rainy nights, he might show a bit of a soft side.

However, bear in mind that he will be quick to lean back into his tsundere side if he thinks the moment is getting too soft.

Likes to lay in his coffin with you if you both want to relax. He’ll act annoyed the entire time due to him being a tsundere, but secretly, he loves the fact that you’re next to him.

Likes to have you sit in his lap, while you’re reading, having a blanket draped over the both of you, whilst he’d rest his face in the crook of your neck. He honestly loves being so close to you, but he’d never admit it.

Here, he might take the opportunity to either place a soft kiss on your neck or bite your shoulder if he’s feeling thirsty.

He likes to cuddle and lay on top of you, but won't let you leave to do anything else because he's so clingy.

"Subaru, let me go."

"Not a chance."

When he’s not being soft, you two are bound to bicker about the stupidest things--like heights, for example, leading him to become a total mess.

"You're not taller than me, Y/N. We've been over this."

"Oh no?" You’d sass, stepping onto his coffin, being slightly taller than him now. "How about now?"

He scoffed, a grin appearing on his face as he’d playfully grab you and pin you onto a nearby wall, giving you the greediest and lustful kisses as you both kept laughing in unison.

Might let you style his hair, such as putting it up into a ponytail or style it in some other way.

You once put bows in his hair and he was so annoyed by it at first, but he eventually started to find it funny and began laughing with you, but that was all until Laito came in and took a picture of him with his new style.

“Fufu~, love the new look, Subaru. I’ve gotta say it suits you.”

“Why you!” He’d hiss, quickly running after him to make him delete the photo and beat the living crap out of him for doing that and seeing him in such a state.

On rainy nights, be prepared for a lot of fun and games because apart from paint wars, Subaru can take things to a whole new level.

Since it was raining and you couldn’t go anywhere, you decided to try out a new makeup style.

And of course, he’d have to get into your business and tell you he finds it stupid.

"Tch! Why do girls even wear that shit?!"

"Oh shut up, you boys like it. Don't lie.”

“Whatever.” He’d retort, saying nothing else.

You sighed knowing he was bored, so you asked the unthinkable once again to help him cope with not being able to go out because of the rain.

“Do you want help?”

“Help? With what?”

“With this new makeup style.”

“Tch! Seriously?”

“All you have to do is add the eyeshadow and lipstick. I’m not asking you to do anything crazy.”

Sighing and knowing it was better than doing nothing, he’d say, “Fine.”

He’d turn you to him so he could have better access to your face to apply the makeup.

“Just don't make me look like a clown.” You’d warn closing your eyes, allowing Subaru to put on the eyeshadow.

This is when he was struck with a mischievous idea, an infamous smirk twisting on his lips as he applied the makeup to your face.

And after what seemed like quite some time, he finally finished.

“Okay, it’s done.”

You’d sigh, “Finally, I can’t wait to see it. I’m sure it looks amazing.”

“You bet it does.” He’d mutter under his breath, it not being loud enough for you to hear.

Opening your eyes, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and screamed. The makeup looked so bad, maybe worse than a clown.

"Subaru!"

“Ha! What a face!” He’d scoff.

“Ass!” You’d hiss, chasing him around the room as he’d laugh.

Now because you couldn’t let him get away with what he did, as payback you decided to draw a mustache on him while he was sleeping.

When he woke up and saw his reflection in the mirror he grew shocked, and instantly knew it was you who had done it.

(Ik vampires typically can’t see their reflection in a mirror, but I’m not sure about DL here, but let’s just assume that he can considering it hasn’t been mentioned (maybe I’m wrong here??); and also because Reiji implied that some human-made vulnerabilities don’t apply to them, so this might not).

“Y/N!”

“Payback's a bitch isn't it?” You’d giggle, standing a few feet away from him.

“Now, you're gonna get it!” He’d say, chasing you around to no end, only leaving you to laugh as he kept running after you.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Hello there may I request the Dimitrescu daughters celebrating their s/o birthday, it’s my birthday today☺️

Happy belated birthday, anon!!! Wishing you many more happy (and hopefully less chaotic) years to come! Under read more for length.

Bela + Birthday

On one hand, she wants to be the first thing you see when you wake up. On the other hand, she’s got a million things planned, and no matter how much help she enlists, she’s bound to end up running late. So maybe she’s not the first thing you see, but she’s crawling into your bed before you have a chance to fully wake up. Wrapping her arms around you, murmuring ‘good morning’ and ‘I love you’ into your ears. Sleepy kisses all around<3

Will stay with you for as long as you want, but will ‘subtly’ encourage you to get up eventually, after all she’s spent the past month planning this day. It’s possible that she’ll end up slowly sliding out of bed, an inch a minute, saying ‘no more kisses until you get up’.

Once you’re out of bed, it’s time for a decadent breakfast. A whole buffet table filled with your favorites (the ones appropriate for this time of day, at least), with any servants you’re friends with being allowed to join in. If you’re not from Romania, Bela will go out of her way to have the cooks learn recipes from whatever country you grew up in. Might throw in a few non-breakfast items too. Mmmm, thinking about my family’s krumkake recipe now, so good<3

What happens next depends a lot on your specific personality. If you enjoy parties and social gatherings, there will be festivities in one of the castle’s larger rooms, again with any of your friends being allowed to join (even visitors from the village, should you wish to invite them). A large cake will be served, likely baked by none other than Ava Caldwell (please excuse my shameless OC mention).

If you’re more introverted, or shy, Bela will keep the gathering very small, likely just her family and you. There will be music, a few gifts from the family, similar but smaller treats. Less energetic, more casual and comfy family time.

Come lunch time, the two of you will have some private time again. Depending on weather/season, she’ll either take you for a picnic in the garden, or a quiet meal in the observatory. Think candles, lots of strategically placed flowers, warm blankets… all that cheesy stuff. Afterwards, she’ll let you take the reins for a bit. Essentially, you’ll spend some quality time doing your favorite hobbies together. Feel free to info dump/rant all you want, Bela will stare at you with love in her eyes regardless of the subject.

Once you’ve had your fun together, it’ll be time for dinner, which will once more be with her family. Everyone will be on their best behavior (under threat of blackmail, except for Alcina, who’s just, you know, a good mother who wants her daughter to be happy). Again the cooks will go all out for the meal, making whatever dishes weren’t appropriate for breakfast. There will probably be leftovers- unless, of course, you decide to let the other servants enjoy what you cannot finish.

Finally, before bed, Bela will let you open the gifts from her. The two of you will be in either her room or her private study, away from everyone else. She’ll have prepared 3 gifts for you. One will relate to your personal interests (a hobby, a movie/book series you love, etc), one will be something the two of you can do together, and the last will be something you can wear/keep on you to remind you of her (not that you could ever forget, really).

I’ll leave the detail of what happens that night to your imagination, dear reader, so as to not assume anything about *ahem* attractions, gender, or any possible… deviances (kinks, if that wasn’t clear). Regardless, there is cuddling<3

Cassandra + Birthday

Wakes you up, first thing in the morning, with kisses. Just crawls into bed with you and smothers you in somewhat sleepy affection. Do you know how hard it was for her to get up at this hour? Relatively! Which is why you’re not allowed to get up get up, at least not for a while. Mandatory girlfriend snuggles. No escape. If the two of you are, ya know, of the persuasion to do certain things… without clothing… then yeah, that’s probably also happening. Please don’t judge me, I’m tired (and asexual) and am trying to avoid this being unnecessarily ns/fw.

Doesn’t really want to share you at all, even on your birthday, but will let you mingle with friends/have a nice group breakfast if that’s what you want. Just expect to be sitting in her lap for as long as she can get you to, alright? Might tone it down if her family is around (okay, well, if her mother is around). Will pretend to judge people for whatever gifts they get you unless you specifically ask her to stop. Repeatedly whispers things in your ears to distract you, ranging from the audaciously inappropriate to “my gift is going to be so much better than that” to very sweet “I love you”s.

Lets you plan as much or as little as you want for your special day, though won’t hesitate to suggest things if you struggle to come up with stuff/can’t decide. Again, she’d prefer to spend as much of the day with you as possible, and would prefer your gatherings be very small. Like, maybe just the two of you. Going on a hike to your favorite spot, or painting together (even if you don’t know what you’re doing, because she’ll get nice and close to help ;) ), or just curling up with her somewhere cozy.

Whatever you end up doing for the day, she’ll probably have a servant pack you guys some lunches, so you don’t have to interrupt whatever you’re doing.

Dinner will be… a surprise. Planning is not her area of expertise, so Cassandra will enlist the help of her older sister, resulting in a romantic meal that, well, at least has hints of your girlfriend’s personality in it. Yes, she picked out the color of the napkins. Yes, the flowers she had asked for turned out to be poisonous, so yes they did have to swap them out last minute. Oops, you darn humans and your ‘mortal weaknesses’. Honestly, the display is very touching. She asked for help to do something nice for you<3

At the end of the night, she’ll take you to her art studio, where there’s a big painting that’s been covered up for a few days or so. She’ll pull the sheet off, oddly shy, and you’ll see it’s a lovely portrait of the two of you… except you’ll be wearing a necklace that you’ve never seen before. Which Cassandra will quickly pull out of her pocket, to give you as the second part of your gift :D

Cue a night of cuddling (and possibly other activities… such as sleeping).

Daniela + Birthday

Might as well bodyslam you first thing in the morning, honestly. She’s very excited, and loves you very much, and just wants to have some nice morning cuddling (and kissing). Solution? Make sure that she spends the previous night in the same bed as you. Seriously, it’ll save you a fair amount of pain.

Has the least planned of the three, despite having the most ideas, mostly because she struggles to actually organize things. Expect to spend however long you want in bed, just relaxing, probably still with lots of kisses and cheesy dialogue about how much she loves you. When you get up, however, the two of you will be surprised to see that Daniela’s family decided to help her get shit together.

There will be a nice breakfast, with your friends present, and Bela might even delay her own meal just to play some music for you. Afterwards, the family will give you their gifts. They won’t make you open them yet if you decide to save it for later, though, so no worries.

Then, you and Daniela will be encouraged to go out and have some fun. Which means a nice almost-picnic in the gardens, with less of a meal, more of some sweets/snackies. Cue more cuddling, and dorky poetry reading. The poetry will always start out serious… but by the end you’ll both be trying to find the lamest, cheesiest poems you can get, reading them to each other in increasingly ridiculous voices. Somehow you’ll end up reciting dirty limericks. Eventually you realize that Daniela isn’t even going through her books to find them, and is actually making them up as she goes. You’re not sure you want to know how she gained this skill.

Eventually you’ll head back inside, for lunch. At this point, there will be more music, some optional dancing, with a surprising amount of servants being allowed to just enjoy themselves. If parties aren’t your thing, Daniela will be more than willing to sneak you off somewhere more… private. For various reasons, you know. Doesn’t have to be anything more than cuddling. But this is Daniela we’re talking about, so…

The evening will mostly be up to you, with Daniela wanting to do whatever you want to do, even if it’s not something she’d normally enjoy. She just wants you to be happy<3

Dinner will be romantic, like with Cassandra, if admittedly far more chaotic. Still, it’s very lovely, and she’ll probably get adorably flustered as she tries to make things perfect for you. Expect her to get you multiple smaller gifts, and repeatedly mention that she wasn’t sure what to get you, so she kinda just… got everything. It might be best to reassure her that you mostly care about spending time with her. But, you know, also tell her you enjoy the gifts because she really did panic about them.

[george-fabian-weasley]

George Weasley — Wonder Part 1

Summary: Best friends since the Sorting Hat, you have developed a curious feeling towards George Weasley recently. And you wonder, what it's like to be loved by him.

Words: 2,951 words

Warnings ⚠ : Slow-burn, Angst (kinda)

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"What does that one looks like?" You said, pointing to a constellation in the sky as you laid down onto the grass, right in front of Hagrid's hut. Beside you left and right were Fred and George Weasley.

You three had snuck out of the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night to watch the stars. They have been exceptionally bright these days, so you figured why not.

Hagrid didn't mind you three, in fact he even prepared three mugs of hot chocolate in case you get cold outside.

"Kinda looks like an elephant, don't you think?" Fred mused, squinting his eyes hard to see the imaginary lines connecting to each star. "More like a dog to me." George chattered, clearly enjoying the cool breeze of the night.

"What do you see, Meredith?" Fred asked with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes, he used your middle name even when he knew you hated it as a tease sometimes. "Well, Gideon," Fred instantly groaned in cringe while George laughed in satisfaction, "I see a bloody goose." You laughed and high-fived with George.

"Never again am I telling my middle name to you." Fred chuckled in defeat, yet grinning as you out-teased him, as per usual.

You cackled in victory, "Ha, the sweet taste of victory sure taste good." You laughed again, holding your stomach. The twins had known that you were the type to be amused easily, and this was one of those moments. They watched you laugh with a few chuckles out of them themselves, sometimes your laugh were contagious.

After you had calmed down, the scene was serene again. "I wish we could do this more often." You muttered loud enough for the boys to hear. "Hmm, I dunno, Y/N. Reckon doing it more often would be quite boring, wouldn't it?" Fred spoke, the look of slight disagreement rested on his face.

You pouted slightly, not that you minded. Fred has always been an outspoken person, this is normal to you.

"Maybe next time we could do a night picnic? Sneak some food out from the kitchens, bribe the house elves not to tell a soul, and voilà." George offered an idea, his eyes occasionally glanced at you, then looked back to the stars above.

You widened your eyes in surprise as you quickly sat up and turned to his direction with twinkling eyes, "Really? We could do that?"

George scoffed a smile at you and slightly chuckled, "Of course we could do that, why couldn't we?"

Suddenly the time seemed like it stopped. You blinked at George, whoa okay since when did he look so good? He was smiling at you with his arm supporting his head while the other rested on his stomach, unintentionally flexing his outer-line biceps as the sweater Molly had given him last Christmas had become a little small.

Wait, what?

"Y/N? Y/N Meredith Y/L/N, do you hear me?" You blinked back to reality as Fred called your name. "Blimey, you really found the galaxy in George's eyes, didn't you?" Fred teased.

Before you could even answer, the voice of Mr. Filch was suddenly present, "Who's there?"

"Shit, hide, hide." George instantly helped you up and ran to hide behind Hagrid's hut, you and Fred were hot on his tails.

As Filch knocked on Hagrid's door, the half-giant opened it sleepily, "Oh, Argus. What do you want?"

"I hear students around your hut, you're not hiding them, are you, Hagrid?" Mr. Filch said and you three heard the change of tone in Hagrid's voice, "... Why don't you come in first, Argus? Have some tea."

You knew that was a sign to run once Filch had entered the hut. You made a mental note to yourself to thank Hagrid the next day for helping you three escape. As soon as the old squish entered Hagrid’s hut, George took a hold of your hand suddenly and ran to the castle’s direction. 

Was his hand always this big?

As soon as you three arrived to the hallways, you wheezed for air. Bloody Fred and George were nearly nowhere from huffing their breaths heavily, clearly their athletic bodies could handle a little run. But you, being a tad shorter than them and obviously not athletic, it was killing you. 

“Sorry, Y/N. You alright there?” George said, chuckling as he watched you wheezed an answer, “A minute...”

“Alright, you monkeys. Let’s go back to the common room now.” Fred hollered, clearly had already recovered and was walking, leaving George and you behind. George watched you take a deep breath and exhale, “Okay, I’m fine now.”

George was obviously entertained by your little show a few seconds ago, and you rolled your eyes with a lazy smile in your lips, “Amused now, are we?” You slurred boringly, earning a toothy grin from George, “With you, Y/N, always.”

You shoved him off, “Shut up, Weasley.” in hopes that could conceal the sudden heat rising up to your face. You two began to walk in silence, while watching Fred walking alone at the front. It was a comfortable silence, and the aura around you two were just too homey to break out of. 

You have a habit where you would hold your friends’ pinkie while you walk, and your entire friend group knows that. You couldn’t say why, maybe it brings you comfort that someone was beside you. So there you were, walking slowly to the common room while holding George’s pinkie.

When you three arrived to the common room, you felt your hand lost its warmth that George provided a few seconds ago as he pulled away...What the bloody hell?

“See you tomorrow, Meredith.” Fred called out while walking to the boy’s bedroom followed by George, you smiled and bidded your goodbye, “Goodnight, boys.”

Next morning came and you groaned in annoyance. After getting dressed, you walked down to the great hall for breakfast. You sat across the already-finishing-half-of-their-plates twins. “Merlin, Y/N, did you not sleep last night?” Fred laughed at you as soon as he saw the eye-bags beneath your eyes. 

“I can’t bloody sleep, you wanker. Dunno why, though.” You gruntled and began to eat your cereal. Ohoho, but you knew exactly why.

All night you were thinking of George Weasley. Since when did everything he do seem so attractive to you? Like that night when he was laying on the grass with one of his arm supporting his head while his other arm on his torso, how the hell did he pull that look off? Why did he look so good doing it? Or the time when he held your hand to run from Filch, and you remembered how visible his veins were, and how warm his hand was... what the fuck? Bloody hell, you were almost certain you’re going crazy.

And then you remembered how he let you hold his pinkie while walking last night. Suddenly your chest felt fuzzes and buzzes, and you heard your heartbeat clearly, whoa am I okay? 

The said boy waved his hand to you, snapping you out from dead-staring at your cereal, “You alright?” George asked, eyebrows slightly furrowing at you in concern. You blinked at him and coughed a bit, “Y-yeah, just remembered something.”

“Blimey, Y/N, your face is bloody red! Should we send you to the hospital wing?” Fred widened his eyes at you, munching whatever it was he was eating. You felt a hand touching your forehead, it was George’s. He stood up and reached over to touch your forehead, “I think you have a fever, Y/N.” 

You flinched from his hand as you suddenly realized something. Fuzzy chest, heart beating fast, heat up to your face whenever you think of George, can’t stop remembering how good he looked like?

Merlin’s bloody beard, you like him.

“I-I gotta go.” You said abruptly, running your eyes everywhere but George’s. “What, to the hospital wing?” “You need us to walk you there, Meredith?”

“No need! Uh, see you in Potions.” You shouted as you ran out of the Great Hall and to the bathroom.

'What the hell was that, what the bloody hell was that, oh my god-' You can't stop freaking out in your head, this feeling was foreign to you. Not that you've never liked someone before, it's just that you've been so comfortable with the twins it almost sounds completely and maniacally absurd to suddenly like one of them.

You ended up avoiding the twins for the whole day that day, trying to process your own feelings because Merlin, if even one of them found out you like the other, it could be the end of your long years of friendship as a trio.

As you returned to the common room after an exhausting day of avoiding the Weasley Twins as if they were plagues, you sighed.

You could remember the confused and slightly hurt expressions of the two boys, they knew something was wrong with you but they just couldn't pinpoint what it was.

And after a long day being alone with your thoughts, you have come to terms with your feelings. You do like George Weasley, in a romantically way. That-that shouldn't be a problem now, should it?

"Oi, Meredith."

You flinched and turned around, the twins had just arrived to the common room. "Heyyy, boys..." You put out a nervous laughter and an awkward wave.

"What's the matter with you today? You've been avoiding us for hours." Fred scowled. One thing about Fred is that he is very clingy with his friends, not that you minded, it just shows that he cares. And while you knew George is the same as his older brother, he tend to keep it hidden inside, in order to not offend anyone.

George was beside him, looking quite hurt also but concerned as well. Their eyes were on you, and you weren't sure which pair of eyes you want to look at.

You sighed, "I'm sorry boys, I shouldn't have avoided you like that. I just need some time alone with myself, to..." You trailed off, eyes glancing at George for merely a second before looking away, "... To think."

"You could've told us. Georgie here was worried if the fever you had this morning got worse." Fred pouted, before smiling slightly at you. Your heart beats significantly faster at the mention of George, yet you brushed it off.

Nothing will change this friendship. Not even this feeling.

"Awh, aren't you boys adorable." You cooed and laughed before settling down, "I'm fine though, the 'fever' I had is already gone, so no worries."

George smiled at you, "Well, glad that you're fine, but you could've told us earlier!"

"We were worried!"

"Sick!"

"And here I thought we did something wrong!"

"Well we're bloody done for if that's the case."

"Totally."

You laughed loudly, these were the times where the Weasleys would finish each other sentences, clearly shows how aligned their minds work together. And sometimes they didn't even notice.

While you were laughing, the Golden Trio came in. "Hey, everyone." Harry greeted, looking at you as your laugh took his attention. "What's Y/N laughing at?" Ron, the twins' younger brother, asked with amusement.

George shrugged with a smile, "Who knows."

"Y/N laughs at everything." Fred continued.

"Just your brothers being clowns as always." You mused, finally calming down. Ron snorted loudly, "As if they've stopped being clowns for even a second."

Everybody laughed, Fred even pulled Ron into a headlock and messed with his hair, "Ickle Ronniekins is starting to be funny, eh?"

The next few days came like a blur.

You and the twins reconciled as if you've never had any misunderstandings before. You were back becoming the three infamous Hogwarts prankster trio. Just this week, you three had received 4 detentions, 2 by Snape for simply talking in his class (typical), and 2 by Professor McGonagall for sneaking a Puking Pastille into one of a Slytherin's drink during lunch.

Poor guy had to have a bucket around him for a few hours.

Fortunately, the detention was held at the Astronomy Tower, Professor McGonagall had informed that the tower needed some cleaning to do due to some owls inhabiting there for a while. While Fred was brought down to the tower stairs, George and you were instructed to clean the top floor.

"Did you see his bloody face? Boy was as pale as a paper!" You cackled in joy, moping the floor while talking to George. George joined your laughter, adding something too, "If it weren't for the bucket he's holding, pretty sure Snape would've written something on his face."

Your laughter doubled, somehow it echoed through the whole tower and you heard Fred downstairs whining, "You two lots aren't having fun without me, are you?"

"Us?" You looked downstairs, Fred was looking up looking dissatisfied that he's not up there. "Never." You and George said in unison, yet the tone in your voices obviously stated otherwise.

You quietly laughed at Fred's face, he's clearly annoyed now. "Pretty sure he's gonna sulk later on." You muttered to George, who nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, reckon would take a while to talk him out of it, eh?"

You chuckled, "Just give him some fireworks and he'll be fine." George chuckled and shook his head, looking at his older brother lazily sweeping the stairs.

As you two continued to clean, suddenly the sky turned orange. Not orange specifically, more like the combination of blue, purple, pink and orange.

Ah, the sun is setting.

You were frozen on your feet, somehow the Astronomy Tower gave a perfect view of the sunset. The orange orb slowly going underneath Black Lake, and the water just reflected all of the giant star' light. It looked so ethereal, you simply forgot how to breathe.

You went and sit at the edge of the tower, your legs dangling at the dangerously high height. Yet you feel no fear, only warmth filled your heart. "It looks amazing, George." You breathed out, your smile was as wide as a door.

George came and sit beside you, only a few inches and his fingers would caress yours. "It looks really beautiful." He sighed, enjoying the warm sunlight that kissed his skin. You turned your head to him, watching George close his eyes and just enjoying the warmth of the sun, with a soft smile on his lips.

His skin, kissed by the sun, gives off a soft golden colour, and his red hair shine gently with it. His eyelashes somehow sparkled and the whole view just took your breath away.

Not the sunset, no. George.

When he opened his eyes and looked at you, as if you were in a trance, you couldn't pull away.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you're beautiful, George?" You breathed out, regardless of how breathless you feel under his stare.

"People had called me handsome and dashing before. But beautiful?" He slowly smiled, "... Not yet."

You blinked and looked away, nervously laughing. "W-well, you are. And so is Fred, and so am I." You covered up, your eyes watching the sun that is now getting smaller by time.

"Everyone knows you're beautiful, Y/N."

You snickered, "What was that supposed to mean, Weasley?" You teased, yet the heartbeat in your chest started to pick up its pace.

"Anything that you want it to be, sweetheart."

Your heart, as it seems, had plummeted to the center of the Earth. The heat in your face seems to double up, reckon that it's not the sunlight.

"Aren't you a bloody flirt." You shoved him to the side, chuckling. He joined as well.

As you looked at the sunset, suddenly there is this bravery inside of you. "Hey." You called. George looked at you, urging you to continue.

"I have someone that I like."

George's big eyes was so mistake that he was surprised. Y/N, the kid who has been growing up with them since babies, is liking someone?

"Who's the unlucky lad?" George asked excitedly. You rolled your eyes in playfulness. While your heart screamed, "IT'S YOU, YOU MONKEY!", you simply said, "None of your business, Weasley."

George scoffed, "Then why bother telling me." He said in a fake-hurt tone, and you chuckled. "Because it's not a big deal. I just... want to let things out."

"Well, let it out then."

You smiled, realizing George was looking at you, yet you kept your eyes to the slowly dissipating sun. "I wonder what it's like to be the one he loves."

"Ah, it's a he." He teased. You laughed and swatted him playfully, "Let me talk, woman."

"I wonder how he would be with his lover. Would he bring them to late night dates at Hogsmeade? Would he sneak into their dorm just wanting to cuddle?" You softly smiled, your heartbeat was increasing per second.

This is like an involuntary confession.

"Would he bring them home during Christmas to spend time with his family? Or would he give them gifts, no matter how many times they say it's okay. Would he... give his affection in public? Or in private because he's a tad shy?"

The surroundings turned quiet, and the orange sky had turned purple, the sun was no longer present, instead the little stars started to come out and play.

Suddenly the emotions came swarming at you, making you choked up. Tears were threatening to fall from the bridge of your eyes to you cheeks, and you cursed under your breath. "W-would he... give a chance to me? And let me see by myself if my wonderings are correct?"

You looked at him, George who was dumbfounded and looking stunned, and you smiled with teary-eyes, "I wonder."

PART 2: READ

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[lexacoolfox]

What type of partner dancing I think some danganronpa characters would do with their S/O

Pt.2 (bonus)

Kokichi Oma

Tango

This guy would totally do the tango with you

He likes to tease and flirt but he can be romantic. Ok. no. Sexy is more like it

He found out a big fancy party was coming up

“S/OOOO!”

“Yes Kichi?”

“There’s going to be a fancy party soon!”

“Let me guess…you want me to help prank everybody who is going to the party.”

He almost made a change of plans but he really wanted to dance with you

Nope! I want you to come with me as my date!”

Insert confused look

“Really?”

Yeah! Is it so hard to believe?”

“Knowing you. Yes.”

“S/O you know… a lot of people would kill to go with the ultimate supreme leader! But I only have eyes for my queen/king.~”

He was getting really close. You looked away cause how close he was to your face.

He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. His eyes just drew you in.

“So do you accept? Will you go with your super hot supreme leader?”

All you could do was nod slowly

“Great! Tomorrow we’ll start looking for outfits and practice dancing. So no sleeping in!”

he just then walked away

The next day he picked out his outfit and cockily walked into your room.

“What do you think?”

He was in pose and wore a smirk that seemed to say ‘I already know I look amazing!’

But I’m pretty sure deep down he wanted your opinion

“You look handsome Kichi! Definitely fit for the oh so great supreme leader!”

You did like his outfit! You decided to be extra cause you thought there was no harm in feeding his ego

“Great! Now get up we have to get you an outfit.”

(Your dress or suit)

“Wow, if we weren’t trying to get the outfit for the dance. I would say your trying to seduce me~”

You walked over to him and did a kabedon. Keep in mind your in a very attractive outfit.

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you, like he did yesterday.

“Maybe this outfit…”

You went to his ear

“Is for you~”

You whispered

You then back off took it off and went to the cashier saying you’ll buy it.

Kokichi was still in the place you kabedon him with a giant blush on his face.

When you got back to your place. You put your outfit away

“Kichi let’s practice. Wait what dance are we going to do?”

You both thought until Kokichi came up with one

“S/O let’s do a tango!”

You’ve always wanted to try tango, it always looked so romantic.

“Yeah let’s do it!”

Your guys spent the next few days practicing for like 2-3 hours

The night how the party came and when you guys arrived. You were definitely getting a lot of attention. Kichi went to get you guys some drinks

“Hey baby~ what’s a good looking thing like you doing by yourself?”

You didn’t know this stranger. You nervously laughed

“O-oh I’m not alone m-my boyfriend j-just went to get me some d-drinks.”

“How about you ditch whoever that loser is. And come with a guy who can show you a good time~”

You were done being polite

“No.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you

“Sorry doll~ I don’t take no. For an answer.”

“Let go!”

Then the man suddenly got splashed with punch

“Hey pal keep your dirty mitts of what’s mine!”

Kokichi looked so mad, if looks could kill he would be six feet under.

“Who do you think your are!”

“The ultimate supreme leader. Kokichi oma.”

The man face went pale. He quickly ran off

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Ok let’s both go get punch. then we start dancing.”

You didn’t know that DICE was there so at some point when you weren’t paying attention. Kokichi let of a silent signal to hijack the music and put on some certain music.

He played a song that nobody really knew but you two knew cause you practiced to it plenty of times

At first you were nervous cause nobody else was on the dance floor and eyes were on you two.

But when you started, you got really into it.

The movements and moment was just filled with so much passion.

Everybody was staring in amazement at this couple dancing like there’s no tomorrow

There a bunch of different comments floating around

“Wow that’s really hot!”

“Do you guys see that babe with the (h/c) hair?”

“Oh my gosh girls. Do you see that purple hair cutie!”

“They are so cute! And they are dancing with such passion!”

You nor Kokichi notice, you two were so focused in the moment that nothing else seemed to mater.

When the song ended. You noticed everbody was either cheering you guys or recording. Maybe even both.

After that the normal music was put back on

“That was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think we also did great!”

Later in the night, Kokichi sneaked you out the back

“What are you up to kichi?”

“Can’t say... it’s a surprise!”

He covered your eyes and eventually you guys stopped

You could hear water.

He uncovered your a eyes and you were both in some type of park with a fountain in the middle .

“Why are we here?”

“I just wanted some alone time with you. I was getting tired of some girls trying to flirt with me while you were away, and some guys eye balling you. Your mine! I’m yours!

You giggled at his silliness

“You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m yours and I know your mine.”

He looked so cute pouty, then you got a sly idea.

“Kichi.”

“???”

He looked at you and then your grabbed his tie and smashed your lips against his

He was shocked at first but slowly got into it.

The kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Unfortunately you both needed to breath

“What’s with the sudden kiss?”

“I don’t know if you notice but we kinda had some people following us. So I thought why not show them, who you belong to and who I belong to.”

He was a little surprised, he looked around. But they were long gone.

You then you went down to his neck

“I might also just wanted to kiss you~”

You sucked on his neck

He let out a short gasp. His skin was actually very sensitive

left a huge very purple hickey. You also bite it before you pulled away

“If that little show didn’t show them. That definitely will!”

Kokichi has never seen this side of you. He can’t tell if your being just flirty or jealous

You leaned towards his ears. And bite it. then whispered

“I saw some of those girls flirting with you and getting all touchy. Your mine! I love you more than you can imagine.”

He loved this new side to you. So flirty, passionate, and cute jealousy.

“S/O I love you too. I love you more than my purple panta. I love you more than I love pulling pranks. I love you more than lying.”

That’s a lot of love

“Hey S/O promise you won’t Leave me.”

“I promise from the bottom of my heart, I never leave you, but that means you can’t leave me either.”

“I won’t”

“I love you kichi.”

“I love you too my queen/king.”

[marumafan]

Hi! I don't know if anyone have asked this before (I'm still reading the novels so I'm not at this point yet). But when do you think is the "moment" where Wolfram falls in love or fully dedicate himself romantically (not merely "I'm your fiance" sort of situation) to Yuuri and vice versa? Like something Yuuri did to turn that love switch on (I don't know the best way to present this question because the entire story is the great part about their relationship growth)

Hello Anon!

It's a matter of interpretation. There's no explicit "and this was the moment when X fell in love with Y" line in the novels, so I'll give you my interpretation.

If you have been following me for a while you'll know I'm convinced that Takabayashi-sensei is determined to make Yuuri and Wolf 'equals' in every way. So for me, they both 'realized' they were in love with one another in the same way.

1) Attraction

When it comes to 'attraction' I think they were both attracted to one another since novel 1 . With Yuuri it's easy to tell because we can 'read his thoughts' and when he met Wolfie he was gushing all over the place like ' gosh darn it this beautiful angel'. More specifically I'd say that by the end of novel 1, on chapter 10, we can really see that they're both attracted to one another.

for Yuuri you have this line: " From the far side of the corridor, the blond with wavy hair comes running. The intense navy blue uniform suits him; the mazoku Prince Wolfram. I muttered in a sigh 'Although he's a man, he's this beautiful, Günter'. Yuuri is telling Gunter how hot he thinks Wolfie is.

And Wolf a few lines after this: He glances here and there without looking at my face. It might be my imagination but his usually white, smooth cheeks were a slight red.

"Appearing without any treasure, don't embarrass my older brother and me!"

So anyway Wolfie was blushing because he was about to pledge to Yuuri and I'd say probably because he also kinda realized the double black was hot.  (Wolfie mentions in novel 2 that Yuuri is cute and Yuuri tells him he's cuter... plus all the other stuff )

2) Developing feelings

It didn't happen right away for neither Wolf nor Yuuri (despite the way their relationship was portrayed in the anime). Yes, they liked each other, but they didn't know each other well. The more time they spend with one another, the more they liked each other. Yuuri realizes that Wolf isn't just a hot tsundere, but someone who's always doing the 'right thing' (according to what he knows)... just like him. And Wolf also realizes that Yuuri isn't just a hot rookie, but that he actually also likes to do the right thing (according to what he knows).... just like him.

The thing is that they have very different backgrounds "so the right thing" meant different things for each of them, but over time and getting to know each other, and Yuuri changing what the 'right thing' is in Shin Makoku, they started seeing eye to eye and understanding each other better; and liking each other more.

3) Falling in love

This is my interpretation due to the way they act before and after what happens.

I think that they both realized they were in love with the other when they 'almost lost' the other person.

This happens for Wolf first during the Caloria arc.

Yuuri has travelled without being summoned by Ulrike. Gunter gets shot (killed?), they find Conrad's severed arm, and Yuuri is missing. It looks really bad.This is when Wolf barges into Shinou's Shrine having absolutely lost his shit demanding to see Ulrike. When she tells him Yuuri's alive, Wolfram is so incredibly relieved (his relieved smile in the manga gives me life), and after this he sneaks out (going against Gwen's orders) and goes looking for Yuuri. At this point, Wolfram doesn't give a flying fuck about anything other than finding Yuuri.

After finding Yuuri he pretty much tells him 'i love you' in the words "if that happens, then we'll fall together", in the scene where they both could have fallen down the cliff. (Wolf also slaps him back "as a reply to his marriage proposal" which I have argued several times he had replied to in the past (in novel 1), but he made it more clear in this arc after all of this.)

For Yuuri, this happens at the beginning of the Seisakoku arc, when Wolfram gets shot.

Yuuri and Wolf are on a ship that's being attacked, suddenly Yuuri can't feel Wolfram's hand that was holding his, and when he looks to his side Wolf is on the floor shot through the heart. Yuuri first tries to heal Wolf and when he can't (and thinks Wolfie is dead), he loses his absolute shit and turns into the maou (which he never did for any other "character death/injury" he had witnessed). He's about to fuck shit up when Wolf's like "Cut it out, I'm fine".

After this, they don't get to spend much time together, but Yuuri gets obsessed with Wolfie, and thinking about how he almost died.... He 'sees' Wolfie in places he couldn't be and finally, when they meet again, Yuuri tells him his ' i love you' in the words " I'm tired of pretending" before the bed scene, right after telling him he was happy Wolf was there with him.  (Also in the last novel he says Wolf is his 'most important person' which is code for 'the one they love' in the novels. Interestingly enough, the time when Wolfie almost died is brought up at the exact moment when he says the 'most important person' line.)

4) After realizing they've fallen in love

Wolf: For Wolfie is easy to see... he's not jealous anymore. He doesn't insist on the marriage, and he's more at ease with Yuuri and lets him do whatever. (When you love someone you just want them to be happy, so he's not obsessing anymore). Also, I think Wolf kinda knows that Yuuri's in love with him too, before Yuuri realizes, since he tells him during the Caloria arc: That it was a good thing Wolf made Yuu angry back in novel 1, or Yuuri would have never proposed and would be having a "one sided crush on Wolf"... XD I mean... Wolf would know best what his relationship to Yuuri is right? (I've talked about this before, Yuuri's an unreliable narrator and doesn't tell us a lot of things)

Yuuri: 1) the bed scene: he pretty much confesses he's in love with Wolf, asks to sleep with him in his bed and we get the 'cut to black' scene. (which according to a story that sensei herself wrote this, in Shin Makoku naughty books, cut to black means sex, but whatever if you think I'm overreaching I won't die on this hill -> it can have other interpretations) 2) The 'Are you asking for a divorce!?' line when Wolf punched him (to save his life-> for those who haven't read that far). Yuuri is kinda 'married' in his head now, so yeah. Plus 3) every single extra story from Crossheart, to Misepan2, to Love Letter, where Yuuri's super mushy in love with Wolf.

-> Misepan2: Yuuri: “ When it comes to things that I can give you, I would give you anything, Wolf."

TLDR: It's my interpretation they realized they were in love with one another after almost losing the other.

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[lovenona]

hey do you have any ideas on what toji’s role would be in an artist!jjk universe or in the renaissance au?

god babe u really did that. thank u so much. finally i have been given permission to yeet off about my [sometimes toxic] boyfriend fushiguro toji <3

first – artist!jjk universe. so, i think of toji as a professor. yes, i know, feral toji gets to control the classroom. he’s like...that young hot professor that gets folks all hot and bothered because he 1. is literally one of the most dangerously attractive people alive 2. has a way of speaking that just makes u lose it. deep, gravelly voice laced with amusement and danger giving u that lecture? yeah, sign me up!!

as for what he teaches, if we’re sticking with the ‘art’ theme, i see him primarily teaching the shit that i hate – cubism, futurism, brutalism, etc. in other words, that era of the early 20th century where we move into the abstract, the bold-and-brash-and-belongs-in-the-trash type beat. i think he’d really enjoy the stark violence and just like...raw power of a lot of work that comes out of that period.

if not art, comparative literature – he’s got the intensity of a man who would fuck u up in that class. the kind of literature class where he will murder u in front of everyone if u say something dumb about the book. the discussions are always so tense and competitive because everyone wants to try and impress him, but, unfortunately for all of us, toji is simply never impressed with what we have to say and usually will just play devil’s advocate. (he’s terrifyingly whip smart and loves discussing the nature of life. please let me take your class im begging.) also he loves assigning u a fuckton of reading just to make u suffer!!

finally, phd candidate gojo satoru is often assigned to be toji’s ta. both of them hate it because it is absolutely impossible for them to get along. toji makes gojo’s life a living hell and gojo is typically equally as annoying in response. rest in peace to the entire humanities department lol

now, if u want a **TW TOXIC** addition to this – toji is absolutely the sexy kinda professor u would consider fucking to boost ur grade. if i’m going to be totally honest u would consider fucking this man regardless of whether you’re passing his class or not because he looks like he’s 30 and flirty and ready to go. toji’s office hours are always the most sexually charged 45-60 minutes of your life. all the low-key thirsty students (including u) literally make shit up to go talk to this man. yes he’s giving u bedroom eyes while there’s a literal photo of his infant son on the desk. (professor fushiguro toji is a sexy fucking dilf. toji please call me back im begging.) basically he’s a man with some power and he’s hot and u know what. yes im wearing my sexy clothes to go ask about my midterm

second – renaissance toji is absolutely, 100%, the guy ur respectable parents are telling u to stay away from. if he’s an artist, he’s michelangelo – sullen, hard to be around, kinda gross and a little weird, typically inebriated and gruff but somehow pulls off the most amazing and thought-provoking artwork ever. (also, have u seen how fucking buff michelangelo’s people are? yeah tell me toji would not be into that. he’d absolutely be drawing that kinda muscle.)  

if not an artist, toji probably is a philosophy kinda guy – a little toxic machiavellian type of man, if u will. he loves questioning god and getting excommunicated by the pope like it’s his fucking hobby. regardless, ur parents do not want u near him because he’s rumored to be dangerous and atheist and too radical even for the renaissance. (also, he has an std. it’s 1485 no one knows what hygiene is.)

but....you’ll see him out of the corner of your eye on sundays at the cathedral, where he’s absolutely rolling his eyes at the sermon. it’s incredibly sexy. 

you’re going to be attracted to renaissance toji because he’s got that air of defiance about him – a sort of, “why do i care what god thinks?” type of vibe. with his sexy little renaissance fits, you think he’s incredibly dangerous and cool, and you definitely start sneaking out to see him, or you try to catch moments alone whenever you’re running errands in town. 

still, toji probably doesn’t care about you as much as you wish he did. he definitely yeets off to milan or venice or southern italy because his job requires him to be on the move, but i will not deny that your time with him is incredibly romantic and would spur an amazing bittersweet period drama if it was made into a movie <3

[bleulone]

i love your analysis so much! i have a question as well, like, how do you envision polin's sex scenes ? thanks for your answer (:

    Hey! Thank you very much :)) I have no idea if they are that even good but I’m happy you like them. It’s just my brain tending to produce some iNsIGhiTfUL analyses though they usually end up drowned under a huge wave of stupidity and horrid spelling/grammatical mistakes XD. So, about Penelope and Colin’ sex scenes, I guess we’re getting spicy in this house 🌶. I mean, I don’t blame you. Who’s not hot for Polin ?! The steamy Polin hours have already begun and they’re legit challenging my patience. (Be still my Polin heart, be still).

   Okay, without further ado, let’s talk about sex baby, shall we ? It’s a pretty long answer/meta so bear with me.

    I don’t know if you’ve read Romancing Mister Bridgerton, but a quick reminder (for those who haven’t... yet), there are a bunch of iconic steamy scenes that I’m dying to watch on screen. First we have the famous “thank you” scene where Penelope, now a 28 year-old spinster, asks Colin to kiss her because she doesn’t want to die without having been kissed... then ends up thanking him— which happens to be humiliating for our 33 year-old boy because he thinks that she thinks he did it out of pity while he absolutely did not. The man definitely felt butterflies in his stomach... and in other places as well lol. We also have the ICONIC carriage scene where Colin gives Pen’s generous bosoms™ the attention they deserve. This is followed by his proposal. Later on, after the announcement of their engagement, there’s a pretty hot make-out scene on Lady Violet’s sofa. Finally, we have their first time in Colin’s bedroom, after sneaking out of their own engagement party... which leads Colin to push the wedding date forward. At this point, I just love their horniness, especially Colin’s who’s just so freaking amazed by Penelope for more than 300 pages straight (duh! who isn’t ???).

    When you say envision, I suppose you mainly refer to the way those scenes will be filmed right ? I’m afraid I don’t have an advanced knowledge in film-making but let me start by telling you what elements need to be depicted. I would love Shonda and Chris to capture the real essence of our boos’ feelings : the yearning, the love, the respect and the guilt (specifically on Colin’s side) in their eyes. The more we move forward throughout the seasons, the more we see different layers of the perceptions of they have of each other, going from a childish idealization/immature ignorance to a sudden realization. A mature one. Penelope goes beyond the facade of the charming devil-may-care guy to meet the seriousness and temper of her significant other. Meanwhile Colin discovers how confident, powerful and attractive this woman is and always has been. It echoes what I’ve written about the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story in this meta. By the time season 4 hits, man... their heart eyes and eye-fucking will jump OUT XD, all fibers of their beings, burning with need. The fact that this evolution took literally years is very emotionally painful, which is why I find it important to keep the slowness aspect of their relationship before and during their love making. I’m really looking forward a slow build-up toward their intimacy. It would differ from Daphne and Simon who merely shared one hell of a kiss in Lady Trowbridge’s garden then shared their sexy times after they married or Anthony and Siena’s rough sex... In fact, there’s a certain (sweet) ardent tenderness in Polin I like due to the fact that they’re slowly (re)discovering each other, as adults. Since they were both introduced in season 1, the audience will have all the time in the world to notice numerous evidences of the many natures of love they have for one another : from an affectionate and friendly love to a more carnal and enduring one.

    Okay so, in terms of filming, with Netflix’s Bridgerton being a show which promotes the female gaze, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise watching those sex scenes being shot from Penelope’s perspective, like it was the case with Daphne in the first installment of the series. Most of the time, sex scenes in Historical Romance are not gratuitous. Their presence serve an important purpose in a hero/heroine’s journey. In Penelope’s case, they’re here to help her learn to embrace and love herself. In other words, sexuality is synonym of freedom. I don’t know if they’ll show a lot of skin, but I won’t be complaining considering the fact that we’ll have the chance to get a chief kiss treat on screen : a plus size woman in a major successful Netflix period drama getting a love story as romantic and steamy as other more “fit” female characters. No, your weight doesn’t prevent you from being desirable at all. As far as I’m concerned, I haven’t watched a plus-size female character portrayed as an attractive protagonist in a period drama (please if you have, let me know, I can be wrong). Having a beautiful half bare curvy body like Nicola’s being equally filmed like numerous slim actresses will be so inspiring and powerful to watch, especially for (young) women who struggle, like Penelope, to love their body shape which, to them, doesn’t “fit” the “beauty standards”. By showing her female gaze and portraying her as seductive, Pen’s “supposed” imperfections transform themselves into mighty assets, loved and worshipped by our dashing Mister Bridgerton. That’s body positivity at its finest darling ;).

    It will be deliciously erotic watching the undressing process being exquisitely slow, garment by garment, while their gaze are all heated and hungry. Their sex/make-out scenes should be tender and passionate, sweet and raw. The lightning, colored by a dark blood orange yellow or a blue depending the locations^^. Moreover, the depiction of the exploration of Penelope’s desire can translate itself thanks to multiple close ups. For instance, I can imagine a few ones on Pen’s fingers gently roaming over the smooth skin of Colin’s firm chest and back/touching his hair right after he removed his shirt. And a disheveled Colin letting his hands and lips making a journey of their own, mapping, conquering the alluring unknown territory that is her gorgeous voluptuous body... kissing her on the places he knows oh too well will give her pleasure (is this me wanting him to go down on her?— um yeah I sure hope it IS! If he doesn’t, trust me imma riot... AGAIN). Even a close up on her face while Colin is performing his addictively pleasing torment will be a marvelous proof of the female gaze. By the way, why not even adding a post-coital scene after their first time ? I can picture Penelope waking up first and contemplate her handsome soon-to-be husband. She’d bring her hand to his face and let it travel all around his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his neck and let it rest on his heart— making sure that what she’s just experience was real... obviously, Colin will wake up in the process and he’ll take this as his cue to go for another round of sexy times under the sheets.

   Showing Pen reaction is essential according to me because she was stuck with the idea that she would never experience the luxury of being loved, giving pleasure nor receiving it... she ended up being happily wrong. Throughout her multiple intimate encounters with Colin, I want her to progressively realizes that she can be an active partner. In the carriage, she knew she had an effect on him, but it’s not until their first time that she actually realizes it. Hence the reason why I WANT the mirror’s introduction in one of their sex scenes. Here’s as a little reminder an excerpt from chapter 18 :

“I want to see you sitting up," he groaned, "so I can see them full and lovely and large [about Pen’s breasts]. And then I want to crawl behind you and cup you." His lips found her ear and his voice dropped to a whisper. "And I want to do it in front of a mirror."

“Now?” she squeaked.

He seemed to consider that for a moment, then shook his head. "Later," he said, and then repeated it in a rather resolute tone. "Later.”

   It would be such a shame if the show doesn’t use the incredible potential of this object (/kink). I mean, the symbolism is pretty clear. Penelope has always fled her “ugly” reflection but it seems like Colin wants to show the real her, the beauty that holds every single inch her alabaster skin and the effects they have on him. Thus, I would love to watch a scene where Colin just praises the alluring goddess and siren that is Penelope Featherington. Just imagine! Just IMAGINE the power of this scene : a shirtless Colin sitting behind her on a bed, meeting her gaze in the mirror, his lips touching her right ear, biting and licking the lobe sometimes, whispering all kinda of dirty yet poetic words to her while letting his hands caress her thighs, her hips, her arms, her lovely bosoms™... oof. At the same time, a wonderful and harmonic instrumental music will play in the background and match the melodic partition of shudders, breathes and moans let out by our lovers. I can imagine Luke inspiring himself from his performance in the 2019 short film, Youth In Bed. The way he conveyed the awe and the yearning on his face, in his eyes with his mouth slightly open when he knelt before his partner Shun Yin was just captivating and— and so Colin! I cannot help but bring myself to picture Ethan, the character he played in YIB, in a Polin steamy scene. I cannot unsee this anymore jsksk. I mean, all this gifset radiates this book4chapter18!Colin, you cannot tell me otherwise!

    Also, I would love Shonda and Chris to keep Pen and Colin’s cute/emotional pillow talk. One thing I really love in JQ’s books is the concern she gives to her male protagonists about potentially hurting their partner during the act of penetration. Colin is a rake, and what his experience with women taught him is that he needs to be very gentle with the love of his life. It was so adorable seeing him not wanting to harm her and asking her to tell him if he does anything she doesn’t like 🥺. Plus, before actually doing it, Colin and Penelope shared a few kisses and just laid down side by side, confessing their love. Though our boy kept feeling guilty about not returning her love after all these years. He desires nothing but to make up for the lost time and show his love and desire during this special intimate moment. I hope they’ll keep all of chapter 18’s dialogue. It’s just so telling of our boos’ feelings, you see.

    All in all, I can’t wait to watch those Polin steamy scenes. As much as I may sound crazy, I want them after two other seasons of pure pining and yearning in order to have a very good payoff. I’m not an expert on depicting intimacy on screen, but I loved so far what Lizzy Talbot, the intimacy coordinator who worked on the show, have done in season 1. Sex scenes in Bridgerton seem very real and dive you in the intimacy of the moment, leaving you all flustered and hot. So probs to her! I have faith in her work and have no doubts about what her and the directors will serve us in future seasons. Though, in the end, I think it’s mostly up to the actors, Nicola and Luke, to see if they’re comfortable filming sex scenes.

    If you guys have any suggestions or wishes for those steamy polin scenes, please do share them :) by commenting on this post or by sending me asks! I’d love reading your thoughts/take on this very important matter ;)) 

[charleslucid]

Billy sighs before taking a drag off of his cigarette, his heart is beating fast in his chest, he’s scared. Heather and him started a relationship two months back, he likes her, he genuinely does. He just didn’t know that it was a platonic attraction. He guesses it was because he’s never had a real friend who was nice to him, one where he could say anything and not feel judged. Also given the fact that his wish, ever since his father first called him a faggot, was to like the opposite gender. These things caused the line between romantic and platonic feelings to be so blurred there wasn’t even a line anymore. It’s becoming a bit clearer now, which is why he’s chosen to break up with her and hope for the best.

He turns to Heather, who’s looking forward to the lake in front of them. He can see the ripples of the water reflect in her light brown eyes. She must feel his gaze on her because she turns to him with a smile, “What’s up?”

“I think-” he pauses for a moment and she tilts her head with a frown, “I think we should break up, I just- I’ve realized that I don’t have any actual feelings for you. It’s not you! It’s really not! It’s me! I just have trouble with this stuff…” he trails off looking at the ground, “Yeah.”

He waits for the tears or sniffing but all he gets is a laugh, he pushes his eyebrows together and looks over to Heather. She’s laughing, and his chest tightens. He just let out a lot of feelings and she has the nerve to laugh.

She senses his unease though and stops smiling, “Bills, I’m not laughing at you. I’m just happy because I was planning to break up with you for the same reason.”

He stares at her for a moment processing what she said and smiles back, “Seriously?”

She giggles, “Yeah! I kinda pussied out though,” she reaches over and takes his hand into hers, “We can stay friends though, right?”

He nods quickly, “I mean yeah, that’s kinda what I wanted.”

“Okay, we’ll then,” she stands up, “Billy, I don’t know your middle name, Hargrove. I am hereby friend zoning you!”

He shrugs, taking another drag off of his cigarette, “As long as I still get to sneak into your window at night I’m fine.”