#*Anyway I hope you enjoy the rest of your day and beyond! 💕*

[imaginativeworks]

Imagine Your Favorite Character

Imagine your favorite character taking you out for a lovely evening near a romantic sight for Valentine’s Day. (Like the statue Anteros, the Trevi fountain, Maldives heart island, etc.)

Whether it’s a lovely picnic, sightseeing tour, museum visit or star gazing. The day is truly one to remember!

[sugairsstuff]

may i request general relationship headcanons for both astarion and cardan greenbriar (separate) 🥺💕 i love them both sm and it’s great to find a blog that writes for both!

it’s double trouble with this pair! i’d love to give you some fuel for your fire <3 here’s some things i think about haha, i hope you enjoy!

also i kept it sfw because i wasn’t sure!

relationship headcanons

astarion ancunín and cardan greenbriar

warnings: very brief sexual mentions

(credit to @cafekitsune for the divider)

astarion ancunín 💫

🌙you and astarion share playful banter. a lot. naturally, he’s always the winner of your little battles of wits- or so he claims- but you both leave each other laughing by the end of your back and forth teasing. it’s another way for you two to flirt with each other apart from the more traditional ways.

🌙of course, your relationship doesn’t involve sexual intimacy for however long of a time, if ever, astarion needs. but that doesn’t mean you two don’t enjoy holding each other close. after the first hug you two shared, you become able to coax him into your arms time and time again late at night when the rest of your companions are sleep (because how dare they see him get all sappy and soft, of course), engulfing your gentle lover in the warmth his body lacks. neither of you need to speak, most of the time preferring to enjoy each other’s company quietly, listening to whatever idle ambience is stirring about beyond your tent’s walls- whether that be rustling bushes in a breeze, the rushing water of river or cave, or the hoot of an owl.

🌙it’s these moments that ground you both. those quiet ones, where nothing is said but you both hear what the other is trying to anyway. astarion is both an elf and a vampire, his body doesn’t need to sleep, but he still finds his eyelids growing heavy alongside yours as you two remain tangled together, his head resting against your chest as your fingers sleepily stroke those springy cotton curls atop his head. it’s only from gale’s babbling one day that astarion learns that people feel sleepy around those they feel safe around, and that thought crosses his mind a lot whenever he gazes at you from across camp.

🌙and when he’s not thinking of these sappy, heart wrenching thoughts, he’s (im)patiently waiting for you to forget whomever you are oh so busy with and come pay attention to him- especially if it’s gale. sorry gale.

🌙his eyes are almost always searching for you, too. and yours for him, as well. whether it’s him peering up from his book just to see you stride into camp after another one of your silly little heroic side quests (or murder sprees, if you’re dark urge), or in the midst of battle ensuring you’re not caught in the cross fire- and if you are, you best bet this rogue is sweeping in to give you back up. he does remember you once told him that if he had your back, you’d have his, too. astarion learned this meant a lot more than just protecting each other from enemies as his relationship with you progressed, finding that you two could lean on each other in emotional times of back-up, too. being so vulnerable started off difficult with him, but he reminds himself that you mean safety, you mean love, and you mean happiness to him- and these reminders help him show you those pieces of him he thought cazador buried long ago.

🌙we all know astarion is not shy when it comes to his words, but once you two become something real this act of his is broken down noticeably. don’t expect him to not crack a dirty joke, though, but do notice how- since having you at his side- he has less of a tendency to flaunt himself like a preening peacock, he becomes more comfortable with casual touching and non-sexual intimacy like mentioned before, and you even are able to render him speechless time to time with your kind, honest words to him.

🌙the kisses you two share are gentle and slow. kisses on the knuckles, wrists, cheeks, and nose before either one of you reach the other’s lips. they never last long, not long enough to tempt either one of you into something more, but they’re more than enough. your little butterfly kisses seem to settle themselves in your chests and beat their wings alongside your heart- and in astarion’s case, they beat in place of his.

🌙you two become nearly inseparable. while you were close when your relationship was just a friendship, now that it has evolved into something new, rare, and hell of a lot foreign you both can’t seem to get enough of each other. more often than not, when one of you is going out for some task, the other is close behind (and only the partner with the fanged teeth is dramatically complaining about having to go). as well, you notice that astarion begins to set up his tent closer to yours as your camp begins to change locations the closer to baldur’s gate the lot of you gets.

cardan greenbriar 🐍

🪷his tail subconsciously finds any available limb of yours- preferably coiling itself around your thigh, where it’s not noticeable enough to any who spares a meaningless glance in your direction but evident enough that someone properly looking at you would surely see. he would tell you it’s simply to give a message to wandering eyes, but that would be a half truth, as the subtle touch brings the prince turned king new blossoms within him- not the ones he bleeds, but rather those of comfort.

🪷 if you are a faerie, you most likely were apart of cardan’s friend group before he became a king, and knew him since longer. lounging about with him, locke, valerian, and nicasia, the young prince was disinterested in the rest and favoured bothering you. having to be around him so often made it difficult to ignore his clear attempts in getting under your skin, and so you eventually took it upon yourself to return the ‘favours’. and as you two spent more time together- time you both claimed you despised but in actuality you both sought it constantly- your relationship slowly grew into what it is now.

🪷 cardan would not love a hero, it is too late for such a character in his life. he does not need a person to peel away the walls he built around himself which have the words ‘the cruel prince’ carved into them. he’d rather love someone who instead saw what is beyond those walls, and take it selfishly for themself alone- he’d rather not share the sweeter sides of him with anyone but you, which means those walls must stay standing. he would fall in love with you for your ability to understand him, to not expect so much from the young prince, and he would fall in love not only with your virtues (as he would not love a villain, either) but also all your flaws that make you real.

🪷 perhaps that is why, if you are a human, he confuses his curiosity with disgust for you. humans, who live so imperfectly, so little, and yet so freely- creatures who do not look back before they jump because they do not have enough time to. people who live among the Folk and yet have no care for being good enough for them. and then cardan learned that he loved every single thing that made you human, every single thing about you that set you apart from those he was surrounded with- all equally as cruel and manipulative as him. every dimple, curve, scar, and line were all like breaths of fresh air for the forgotten prince.

🪷 either way, your love for each other crept up on both of you, until you both snapped and suddenly found your bodies entangled and lips interlocked as the world around you turned to a blur.

🪷 his kisses taste like fruity wine, only encouraging the dizziness you feel once he finally lets you escape his passionate embraces. and they have never been shy, and you have never cowered from them. he pulls you closer, you push closer, he kisses you hard, and you kiss him harder. you two challenge each other, relishing in each other’s playful competitiveness and bantering over who’s the better kisser.

🪷 for every important event cardan must hold as king of elfhame, you are there at his side. although the stubborn fae probably wouldn’t admit it, he wobbles beneath the heavy weight of the crown he didn’t even want, and still needs to learn to take these responsibilities seriously. you are his anchor, his partner in crime, the only second opinion he wants to hear- and also a good option for ruling in place of him when he slacks off.

🪷 if you are human, he tells you that you have somehow defied the laws of nature and glamoured him under your spell. he’s joking as usual, but there is really no other way he can explain the dizzying, storybook love he feels for you.

🪷 he will continue to bother you, tease you, and get under your skin even deep into your relationship. you learn that it stems from a desperate need to be seen and heard. you indulge him always, but not necessarily with snarky snips back all the time. whether you fight fire with fire or douse his with your water, the interactions are never serious and usually end in the two of you entangling your limbs together and lounging on some random velvet couch in an embrace.

[softxsuki]

hi hi! 💕 congratulations on your milestone, you're incredible, han! 🤗 if it's okay, for the event, please: #12. one bed trope with jujutsu kaisen (the brainrot is real)? have an amazing day/night. i love you and your blog!! 🥰 (uuh, i wouldn't really enjoy it if you wrote this for toji or nanami 🥲)

1.5k Follower Event: Trope 12 Jujutsu Kaisen

Trope 12: one bed

You can view my event here. Event requests are CLOSED

Pairing: Gojo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff

Post-Type: Drabble

Word Count: 610 (yea I went crazy)

Note: Thank you so much! I just knew Gojo would be so teasing in this situation. Kinda in a gojo brain rot rn and I don’t get any requests for him so I just HAD to pick him for this. I hope you enjoy! Love you 🥰

“Remind me again why we have to stay here overnight? Can’t you teleport, Gojo?” You ask the lanky man beside you, groaning in annoyance.

You were overseas with Gojo for a mission, not that he needed you, but he insisted on having you come along. And now that it was over and you were ready to get back to your own comfortable bed, Gojo was whining that he was too tired, and dragged you to a nearby hotel. Not to mention the hotel only had one room left and it just so happened to be with one bed…

“But isn’t this fun?!” He exclaims, throwing himself on the bed and patting the spot next to him with a wink. “C’mon, you know you want to. The bed is huge and it’s very comfortable!”

He knew exactly what he was doing. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest at his annoying smirk–the annoying smirk that you just had to find incredibly attractive. You couldn’t handle this situation you’d been forced into.

“Then you enjoy it. I’m going to go look for another hotel since you refuse to teleport us home,” you mutter, spinning around to leave the hotel room, trying to calm your racing heart. Gojo races to your side in a second, holding your arm to stop you from walking any further.

“It’s a big bed and you’re exhausted, you wouldn’t be able to handle the after effects of me teleporting you right now. Just rest for tonight. I’ll go sleep in that chair,” he points to the chair that is clearly too small for his long body. But now you know why he refused to teleport you both. He could have easily left you behind or done it anyway, leaving your body to deal with the side effects.

You were indeed exhausted, going beyond your limit in cursed energy, but you couldn’t throw the man out of the room when he’d gone out of his way to pay for it.

“It’s fine,” you sigh, rubbing your temples. “It’s a big bed, we can share it. Just…stay on your side.”

And once again his infamous smirk was back on his face–he was enjoying this a little too much.

After settling in, showering and changing into some clothes Gojo had bought for the two of you, you both nestled into the bed. He was right, it was incredibly comfortable, the mattress hugged you in all the right places. Yet you were too hyper aware of your crush literally inches away from you. Who knew you’d ever be in this dream-like scenario with the man who had overtaken every inch of your mind.

As if Gojo could sense your unrest, he pulls you close to his body, his warmth engulfing your senses.

“Hey, I told you not to-”

“Just relax, I’m not gonna do anything” He hums, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

You can’t help but relax into his arms, feeling the exhaustion of the day hit you like a truck as your eyes fluttered closed. Gojo presses a soft kiss to your temple, something that would have shocked you had you not been so tired.

“Goodnight beautiful” you hear the faint echo of his voice before you’re thrown into one of the best sleeps of your life.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

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Posted: 9/21/2023

[rivendellwatch]

[ Event: Fluff Week Poll !!]

“Not all those who wander are lost… some are just looking for cuddles!

Calling All Softhearted Souls!

The winds of love stir, and the fires of comfort glow—it's time to plan Fluff Week!💕 A full week dedicated to warmth, joy, and all things cozy in Middle-earth (and beyond)!

We’re looking for the perfect dates! March was mentioned in the halls of Elrondriel, but we are open to suggestions. A full week of fluff, but when shall it be?

Drop your preferred dates below! Let’s find the perfect time to fill the Shire (and Rivendell… and even Erebor) with nothing but softness, second breakfasts, and snuggly vibes!!!☕✨

Would you prefer an earlier or later week? Let’s pick the coziest time together!

💡 Also, a reminder that March 25th is Tolkien Reading Day, a wonderful occasion to celebrate stories of friendship, home, and hope—so choosing a week around then could be extra special!

Exciting plans are already in the works! Expect polls, games, and plenty of wholesome fun!💐

A Note on Ships, Respect, and Event Rules: This event is open to ALL pairings and characters across Lord of the Rings, The Rings of Power, The Silmarillion, and beyond. Whether you sail with Elves, stand firm with Dwarves, or find comfort in the Shire, all are welcome—as long as the content is purely fluff.

That said, respect is non-negotiable.

No ship wars, no negativity, and no tearing down others’ comfort spaces. You don’t have to love every pairing, but you do have to let others enjoy theirs. This event is about softness, warmth, and joy—let’s keep it that way! Failure to abide by these rules will result in your work being removed from the AO3 collection (that will be available as soon as the dates are placed) and disassociated from the event.🚨

You can find the infos and full rules previously posted on here as well!!

I don't want to be as ominous as a Ringwraith on a stormy night, but the message stands: kindness or nothing. Respect the event's rules, the peeps joining, the ships, or else.

Anyway! If you have questions, suggestions or anything, the asks are open (anon asks have been closed but the others are still open), comments and dms are always open as well!!

Wishing you a good rest of your day and thank you so much for your participation!💕

[psychedelic-ink]

hi!! just wanted to pop in to say i LOVE ur writing, it totally blew my mind when it clicked that you were the one who wrote ‘my girl now, bc that fic has been in my head on n off ever since i read on ao3 last year 😵‍💫

i’ve began a slow mission to read all ur fics so far for the past couple days, starting off w joel and i’m obsessed… (i’m yours to tame, distracted n say yes to heaven have me in a vice grip atm) anyways hope you’re having a nice day bestie! gonna take some time to catch up with all ur other stuff ✨

also is there any chance i could get an invite for the space sisters server pls? would so love to join if that’s possible thank u <3

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! It means the world to hear that you loved "My Girl Now"—I poured so much into that fic, and knowing it’s stuck with you is just everything 💕💕💕

I'm beyond thrilled you're diving into my other works! Joel is such a complex character, and those fics are some of my personal favorites. "I'm Yours to Tame," "Distracted," and "Say Yes to Heaven" definitely have a special place in my heart, so knowing they have you in a vice grip is just... ahhh, thank you!!

As for the Space Sisters server, I’d be absolutely delighted to have you join! I’ll send you an invite ASAP. It’s such a lovely community, and I think you’ll fit right in!

Hope you’re having a fantastic day too, babes! Happy reading, and I can’t wait to see what you think of the rest of my fics. ✨💕

Catch you in the server soon! 🌌💖 (link under the cut)

[ryker-writes]

hello ! how are you ? well if you dont mind, please vil schoenheit x reader (from ramshackle, she always had a crush on him but never tell him being afraid of being rejected), we all know that vil can be mean but we still love him, the reader is very kind and always worried about him ( like she always try her best to make him feel better when he's not okay and feel loved, because he grow up with no mother, like a mother with her son having so much mercy on him), one day she'll looks at him with tears in her eyes, touching his face slowly then cries ( she always loved him and want to be in a relationship with him, but she's afraid of not being happy with him because sometimes he's mean, and arrogant, so she's lost inside not knowing what to do) and you can continue what will happend !! thank you and good luck !! ( the reader can be gender if you want i dont mind, sorry for my bad english >~< !!) 💕💖

heyo! I'm doing well thanks for asking! I'm very much enjoying writing requests. I enjoyed writing this! It's kind of soft moments with the TWST characters (especially one's like Vil) that I love. I was a little unsure of how to end it so sorry if it sounds awkward or Ooc. Anyway I hope I was able to do your request right and thank you so much for the request! <3

it was hard not to like Vil

he's very intelligent, talented, passionate, and hard working

not to mention his beauty

just looking at him is enough to take your breath away

but he had hundreds of fans who also saw this

and they wanted all of his attention

Vil was kind enough to give them plenty

he was always so nice to them

of course you liked Vil

he was always trying to help those around him look their best

Vil wanted to surround himself with people he deemed worthy

and that meant they had to look and act beautifully

he always was correcting others looks, language, and behavior

sure he could be mean about it sometimes and people often saw it as him bossing them around

but you always knew there was more to it than that

you knew that he simply strived for beauty in every aspect of his life and that included those around him

it was hard not to love Vil

very few get the opportunity to be alone with him

you considered yourself very lucky to be one of those people

it was getting late and almost time for the celebrity to rest for the night

he didn't say anything, but you could just feel that something was wrong

but when you asked he simply said nothing was wrong

a lie

you could tell

so even though he didn't tell you what was wrong, you reassured him that he could tell you if something was wrong

he just hummed and told you that you should probably be heading back to Ramshackle and he has to get ready for bed anyway

after all you shouldn't see Vil without his makeup and being less than perfect

he wouldn't want that to happen

but you just smiled at him

"You're already perfect without any of your makeup. Besides, your beauty goes beyond just your looks."

there was silence for a minute before he chuckled

"I suppose you're right. Thank you. You should be heading to bed though. Getting enough sleep will help your skin."

of course you loved Vil

but you would never tell him

you've seen how mean he can be to some people and he can really tear them down under the guise of helping them

Vil would never accept your love anyway

he had so many other fans that loved him, why would he choose you?

Vil had a rough day today, so naturally you were there for him

he had been standing in front of you and venting about all the trouble the first years caused

he was insulting all the first years as he talked

hearing him just absolutely tear into the first years had started something in your brain

would Vil talk about you like this if you did something wrong?

you love Vil, you truly do

but would you be able to take his insults day after day of being with him?

could you even be happy like that? being with the one you love but he treats you like that?

at some point Vil had stopped talking and was now fully facing you

he never liked being worried or stressed because it can cause wrinkles and acne, but there he was with a worried expression

you heard him ask why you were crying

you were crying? since when?

had your thoughts really driven you so far that you were crying in front of him?

he probably thinks of crying as an ugly thing right?

would he start insulting you here and now for doing something so ugly?

slowly, you reached out to cup his cheek

though you're not sure why you did so

he didn't push you away or try to stop you at all

he even leaned into your touch and sighed

"If you felt that strongly about the first years, you could have told me."

shaking your head you mumbled, "It's not that. I just..."

"You're tired of hearing me talk like this."

hesitantly you nodded

that may have been part of it, but he doesn't need to know the rest

he hummed, "I suppose I haven't been to kind lately. How horrible of me. You're too kind to me and I just stand here insulting everyone else."

gently, he set his hand atop yours and removed it from his face

his fingers intertwined with yours and he used his other hand to wipe the tears off your face

"This would be so much easier if you just confessed your feelings already."

w h a t

no really, what?

he knows????

how does he know?

was it obvious?

Vil seemed to sense your internal panic and chuckled

"I've had people fall in love with me before Darling. It's easy to recognize. I'm more surprised you haven't said anything. If you did then I'm sure all of this would be easier for you to talk about. So tell me, why haven't you?"

there was a moment of silence as you processed everything

once your brain had a moment to catch up, you told him

"I'm just a bit worried. You can be really mean sometimes, and I just...I don't know if I can handle that."

for a split second, he looked offended before sighing again

"I would never want to be mean or insult you, ever. You are the one person who doesn't need me to help with their appearance. Even I can't improve what's already perfect."

Of course, Vil loved you too

[e-dubbc11]

A Better Night

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, alludes to smexy time but PG-13 for the most part. Mention of conceal carry, other self defense weapons

Word Count: 3.3k-ish

Summary: You’ve had a terrible day at work, Billy surprises you at home with dinner and ready to pamper you and make sure you have a better night

A/N: I finished this before I left for my vacation so it’s just been sitting for a month and a half, waiting patiently to be published. I’ve had dreams about this, we all just want to be pampered, right? Especially by this man! I wrote it pretty quickly so if there are mistakes or if it’s boring or bad, I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy it!

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

It had already been a long day and it was only noon. Your morning was filled with meetings, emails and zero time for breaks. He had called you on your lunch break, as usual, and you had been short with him even though you didn’t mean to be. His initial reaction was to snap back at you but he’s learned a few things since the beginning of your relationship.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking again. “Well I hope your day gets better, sweet girl.” He said that knowing full well that while your work day may not get better, he was going to try his hardest to make sure your night would be. You’ve gone above and beyond making Billy feel better after a hard day at work, so it was his turn to return the favor.

After hanging up, you immediately regretted being snippy with him. All he did was call to see how your day was going just like he did every day. It was the sweetest thing and you loved him so much for it. Billy didn’t deserve that, so before your lunch break was over, you sent him a text. I’m sorry, handsome. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I love you. But you didn’t receive a reply back and assumed he was probably mad at you. Great, having your boyfriend mad at you just adds to the already banner day you were having.

Your work day didn’t get any better after lunch either. The papers just kept piling higher and higher, the emails kept coming in, the phone never stopped ringing, and all you wanted to do was to go home and relax with a glass of wine until Billy came home. Apologies were better in person anyway.

Billy was on your mind for the rest of the day because of how you treated him and you felt awful. You just hoped he would accept your apology.

After pulling your keys out of your purse, you thought you heard music coming from inside your apartment. Was the television on? Billy never got home before you did, so you couldn’t be positive he was on the other side of the door. He did like to watch the news in the morning, maybe he accidentally left it on.

As you were putting your key into the lock, you noticed one of your freshly manicured nails was broken. Fantastic. You couldn’t get inside fast enough but you were ready in case there was an intruder inside—an intruder who liked listening to romantic music while they robbed you. That sounded absolutely ridiculous but you never know so you had your kitty knuckles on one hand and pepper spray in the other.

Billy heard your keys so he stopped what he was doing in the kitchen to greet you when you walked in.

You carefully opened the door and peeked your head inside and saw him standing near the dining room table. He was wearing your apron that said “No Bitchin’ in My Kitchen,” his dress shirt sleeves were undone and rolled up to his elbows, and he greeted you with his million dollar smile like he always did. “Welcome home, beautiful.” He noticed your weapons of choice in your hands. “Shit baby, put your kitty knuckles and pepper spray away, it’s only me!” Billy started to laugh. “I am very proud of you for being ready though, just in case. I’m surprised you don’t have your piece out.” He joked. Billy made sure you were prepared and equipped at all times.

“Well I didn’t think an intruder would be listening to romantic music while stealing our stuff but I still wasn’t sure. I was just on high alert after the day I had.” You joked back with a smile of your own.

Immediately, you started to apologize profusely. “Billy, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to—“

He cut you off.

“No, no I know you were just having a hard day, my love.” He said as he removed your purse from your shoulder. “Now, don’t move.” He turned on his heels and headed towards the kitchen, whatever he was cooking smelled delicious. The scent of garlic, onion, and Italian herbs hung in the air.

The red wine sat out breathing in a decanter on the kitchen counter, there were fresh long stem, red roses in the tall vase on the dining room table, and the tapered candles were lit. Everything looked so beautiful.

Like he had read your mind, Billy came back with a glass of wine and he kissed you on the forehead. You didn’t deserve all of this and you couldn’t help but smile because of how adorable he looked in your apron.

“You did all this for me, baby?” You asked, still surprised by it all. Setting your wine on the table, you went to him, wrapped your arms around him as he embraced you too, the scent of his cologne still clung to his shirt from this morning, and you stood there holding each other waiting to see who would let go first.

It was you who pulled away first but it was only to clasp your hands behind his neck and pull him towards you for a kiss. He tasted like tomato sauce and basil. “Well I left work early because I wanted to make sure your evening was better.” He leaned down to kiss you again, the tension in your body loosened slightly, and you were just so relieved to be home with the man you loved.

“So have a seat, my love. Dinner will be ready in a little while.” He gestured for you to go and sit on the couch. “Go on. And don’t distract me.” He winked at you and gently smacked you on your ass, as you let out a little yelp.

You could see why Billy was in charge of people. They listened to him, followed his orders, and worked hard for him. It was because he took care of his employees and now he was taking care of you.

So you removed your shoes, walked over to the couch and sat down with your wine. You were so used to doing chores and cooking when you came home, you weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself so you asked Billy if he needed any help. “Do you need any help, handsome?”

He yelled from the kitchen. “You’ve been on the couch for 30 seconds and you wanna help?! RELAX, baby! Can you do that for me, please?” You could tell he was smiling as he was saying it but he was very serious that he just wanted you to decompress from your day and you can’t do that if you’re on your feet, trying to help him.

So you just continued to sit on the couch, with your wine, while Billy did whatever he was doing in the kitchen. You were pretty sure he was making the lasagna he knows you love so much.

It was easy to get a rise out of Billy by bothering him and asking him questions, especially while he was cooking. “What are you makin’ in there, anyway?” You asked as you tried to keep from cracking a smile.

“Don’t you even worry about it.” His slight New York accent showing through and sounding incredibly sexy.

You angled your body so your back was resting against the arm of the couch, swung your legs up and turned your head so you could watch him through the breakfast bar window, even though you could only see him from the waist up. His profile was sharp, he had just taken his beard down a little that morning so you could see all of the angles on the side of his face.

Billy’s deep brown eyes concentrating on cutting the herbs to add to the sauce, tasting everything and adding spices when needed. You watched his lips touch the wooden spoon to taste the sauce, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, he raised his eyebrows, nodded his head and set the spoon down on the stove.

He must have felt you staring at him because he turned to face you, smiled lovingly at you and his eyes were glittering like chips of dark glass. “You see something you like, beautiful?” Billy asked.

You smiled back. “I always see something I like when I’m looking at you, my love.” His nose turned a little pink as well as his ears, he was blushing.

Dinner was delicious, Billy did make his lasagna, a Caesar salad and for dessert he picked up some cannoli from the bakery. You each talked about your work day, made each other laugh, and you just felt the stress melt away from your body.

This was exactly what you needed after the day you had, but he wasn’t finished spoiling you yet. You started to gather the dishes to bring to the kitchen when he stopped you.

“No, no love—I’ll do that.”

“But you cooked, Billy so I clean up, those are the rules.” You said, looking a little confused.

“I said I’ll do it, baby.” The tone of his voice was tense, he really did not want you to help. “I laid something out on the bed for you, go put it on.”

You bit back your smile. “What? Billy, you’ve already done so much for me.”

“Just go put it on, sweet girl. I’ll be there in a minute.” He winked at you again and started to clear the table.

Curiously, you proceeded across the living room floor and headed towards your bedroom, glancing over your shoulder a couple of times because you could feel Billy looking at you, waiting to see what your reaction would be.

You adjusted the dimmer switch to give your bedroom a dim glow, he had candles burning in there too and there on the bed was what looked to be the warmest, fluffiest bathrobe you think you’ve ever seen. You reached out to touch it, the fabric ran through your fingers like butter, it was exceptionally soft. What was he up to, anyway?

You undressed and slipped the robe on. It was the softest thing that has ever been on your body, you just stood there for a minute, admiring it, touching it, and you couldn’t believe it was yours. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, you waited for Billy.

You could hear him rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, the silverware made chime like noises, and he had wrapped up the rest of the food and put it in the refrigerator.

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked you with his hands in his pockets, while leaning against the door frame, looking at you from head to toe, and smirking while he did it.

“Like it? Billy, I LOVE it! This is beautiful and so cozy.” Your boyfriend was just full of surprises tonight.

“Ok, stay right there.” He walked into your bathroom and began to run the water in the bathtub. You watched him scurry back and forth between rooms, carrying candles, more red roses, a glass of wine, and the strong scents of lavender and rose coming from the bathtub smelled like heaven.

After the tub was full, he turned the water off and shuffled more things around. You bit down on your thumb in anticipation, smiling from ear to ear as you did so. Billy always had to be the best, even if his only competition was from himself.

He tried so hard to make you happy but sometimes smaller gestures meant more than more extravagant ones. The fact that he cooked dinner for you would have been enough but he always wanted to do more.

He made sure everything was exactly the way he wanted it before leading you into the bathroom, he had you close your eyes of course and when you opened them it looked like a scene from a movie.

The warm soft glow from the candles gave off just enough light to see everything he did, your glass of wine was resting on the edge, an inflatable pillow for your head, and red rose petals covering every inch of the surface of the water.

“Billy…it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” You said as you snaked your arms around his long torso, he hugged you back and kissed the top of your head.

“I just really wanted you to have a good night, love.” He squeezed you tight and tilted your chin up so you were looking into his endless dark eyes. He inched his face closer to yours and your lips met in the middle, softly at first, and then with more vigor and passion. His tongue twisted and knotted with yours as he started to untie your robe, but he pulled away. “Didn’t I say not to distract me?” He said as you shied away slightly while looking up at him. “Come on, baby. Get in the tub and enjoy your bath, ok?”

It did look very inviting and you actually could not wait to get in. Billy untied the robe, opened it to reveal your naked body underneath, the look in his eyes was primal and raw, his eyes roamed all over you like he wanted to take you right there but tonight was about helping you relax. He let the robe fall completely to the floor, took your hand in his, led you to the tub, and helped you in.

The water was hot, borderline too hot but it felt amazing and the lavender bath oil you could already feel it on your skin. You were at complete ease, he made you forget all about the bad day you had.

Time seemed to stand still while you relaxed in the bath, you haven’t felt this calm in a long time. The tightness in your body let go and when you finally stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You wanted to thank Billy for everything he had done for you tonight, no one has ever done anything like that for you so you dried yourself off, covered yourself with the robe and headed for the living room.

When you walked into the room, there was Billy. He was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his head propped up with his hand and his elbow resting on the arm of the couch. “He sleeps.” You said quietly to yourself while smiling. Not wanting to disturb him too much, you carefully walked over to the couch and sat down next to him with ease. Brushing a stray hair away from his face, you sat up on your knees and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, the bristles of his beard tickling your soft lips.

You weren’t exactly sure why, but tears welled up in your eyes thinking about all of the things this sweet man had done for you today and what he does for you every day. A tear fell down your cheek, that’s when he opened his eyes, somewhat startled. He must have been sleeping hard.

Billy looked over at you, eyes half open and gave you a smile. “Hey sweet girl. How was your bath?” He quickly noticed your tear stained cheek. “What’s wrong? Did I do it wrong? I did it wrong didn’t I, the bath oil was too much? Not enough?”

You grazed his beard with your thumbs. “Billy, no no everything was perfect, baby.”

“Then why are you crying, my love?”

You crawled into his lap, buried your face into the crook of his neck, and kissed him under the shirt collar, his skin was warm and you felt the smile spread across his face. “I don’t know, I just—well, no one has done anything like this for me before. You thought of everything—this was so sweet—and, I just want to say—thank you and…I love you.” Another tear fell down your cheek.

Billy swept his thumb across your cheek to gently wipe the tear away. “Y/n, I just wanted to pamper you a little bit. You put up with me working long hours, my moods, and just…me. You put up with me so it’s the least I could do.” He looked away from you, he did that when he was embarrassed or ashamed of himself in some way, even though he had no reason to be.

“Billy, look at me please.” He turned to face you and pressed his lips together. “We take care of each other, baby. That’s why we, for lack of a better term, work. You love me, right?”

The expression on his face softened and he furrowed his brow a little, like he couldn’t believe that you could even question something like that. “More than anything.”

You gently scratched his scalp with your fingernails and gave him a warm smile. “That’s why we do things for each other, I don’t just put up with you…I love you.”

Billy still really wasn’t used to having someone love and care for him as you do. In the beginning, he always felt the need to buy you something to show you how much he cared for you or take you to an expensive restaurant. While those things are nice, you would try to convey that it wasn’t always necessary.

He’s learned that little gestures like surprising you with flowers, or a cup of coffee, bringing home ice cream because it’s your favorite, are all ways to let you know that he cares about you, they tell you that he loves you, just like he did tonight.

He didn’t give you a diamond bracelet or take you on a fancy vacation, Billy made you feel loved by making you dinner, drawing you a hot bath and making sure you were relaxed. That was more special than any piece of jewelry he could buy you.

“I love you too, sweet girl.” He leaned forward slowly to have his lips meet yours. They tasted like red wine and chocolate from the cannoli.

“Did you eat that cannoli without me?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He gave you a surprised look. “Cannoli? What cannoli? I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, beautiful.” Even though he was trying to bite back a smile, it didn’t matter because his eyes were doing the smiling for him.

You inched closer to him and pressed your lips to his again. “Nice try, handsome. I can taste it on your lips ya know.”

Billy touched his tongue to his top teeth and looked down at the tie for the robe then back up to your face.

“You see something you like, Mr. Russo?” You knew calling him that drove him absolutely crazy.

He started to untie your robe.

“I think I could see it better without this on.” He tugged on the robe a little.

As you sat back on your heels, straddling him, Billy untied the robe and lightly touched your smooth glowing skin underneath. He took in the scents of lavender and rose that were leftover from your bath as he nipped at your jaw, your chin tilted up to give him better access to the sweet spot on your neck, and you started to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Let’s go to bed.” He growled in your ear.

Your bathrobe fell to the floor on your way to the bedroom, Billy audibly gasped as he followed close behind you.

You turned around to face him in the doorway to your bedroom, he pulled you by the waist so your body was flush with his as you asked him “Are you finished pampering me, my love?”

“Oh I’m not even close to being done with you.” Billy whispered. “Not…even…close.”

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🦀👑 MIRELURK QUEEN 🦀 👑

For Valentine 🥺 "What, am I not allowed to look at you?" Thank you!!!!

Yes, omg, SO sweet for him, ahhh.

I felt like this could've gone a few ways, with the detective's usual levels of dry sass and sarcasm, but I opted for something sweet (as usual, lol).

And this ended up being pretty short, but I hope you like it anyway! ❤️

Also, a late happy valentines day to everyone! Love y'all!! 💕

"Enjoying the show?" Nick's glowing eyes never left his hands, still hard at work trying to buff out a bit of rust from underneath the artificial swell of his ribcage.

"O-oh, um... well..." Your face heated, the burn going all the way up to your ears as you felt the way Nick was smirking at you without even looking over.

His grey shoulders shook as he chuckled at your stutters, and then at your following silence.

"What?" Your eyebrows scrunched together as you said it. You'd meant to make the word sound humorous, like the way he was speaking to you, with that cheeky element to his usual low timbre; but instead, it came out small and overtly honest, just like the words that followed it.

"Am I not allowed to look at you?

You heard the light sigh of his joints moving as both of Nick's hands dropped between his knees, rag still in hand, and he turned his head to look back at you.

"Really..." you continued, "If you don't want me here, I can leave. I know I just kinda barged in, and... yeah." You couldn't meet his gaze, the heat of your embarrassment still running rampant on the apples of your cheeks, the shell if your ears.

"No need to go if ya don't want to." The synth threw you a half smile, and your eyes were finally able to meet his just as his yellow gaze fell to the floor with a poorly concealed somber element shining within. "Though, why you'd wanna get an eyeful of a rusty ole' synth is well beyond me."

He chuckled dryly, and your expression softened, your feet carrying you a step nearer to him without your express permission.

"You know you're more than that, Nick." You whispered as you reached him, kneeling down a bit so you were eye level with your partner where he was seated at his desk.

"Especially to me." You felt your cheeks warm further at the sentiment, at the admission, but if he picked up on all that you truly meant to say, he handled it with grace.

Throwing you another smile, a broader one this time, Nick moved the rag in his grasp to his skeletal hand, leaving his good one free to move towards your own, to give it a light squeeze where it rested on the arm of his chair.

"Can't tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that, Sole."

[lxlsposts]

Hey I was wondering if you could write like a headcanon on how hunter would take care of you while you’re sick ☺️💕 please and thank you

Of course, thank you for the request :) I hope you like it and received what you wanted <3

-Hunter would know instantly that something was different about you even without asking, most of the time he would think that you were angry/upset with him. This would send him into panic mode which would always lead to him bombarding you with questions. When he figures out that you are not mad or upset with him a weight is lifted off his shoulders again. But when he figures out that you are sick he falls back into panic mode.

-It doesn't matter whether you are bed-bound sick or just a little sore throat or a headache, Hunter would be there and go above and beyond.

-Anything you wanted he would give to you, he hates seeing you sick.

-If you had to take a day or two off school Hunter would barely get any work done, he sends the days without you just thinking about you.

-And sometimes if you had to stay off school he would leave school at lunch time, skipping the rest of the day just to come see you.

I feel like he would google what to do when your significant other is sick and he would honest take notes.

-He didn't care that you were sick, he still would come over or drag you to his house to cuddle with you. He would even try to kiss you [ "Hunter, I'm sick you can't kiss me," you say pulling away. "Whyyy?" He says craving your lips. "Because it's gross and you may get sick", you say giggling at his little tantrum. He cups the side of your face before saying " I don't care"].

-I feel like he would play music for you, obviously not too loud as you are sick, but he would definitely play.

-He would sing you to sleep, a quiet lullaby that only you would ever be able to here.

-He would run you a nice bath with your favourite bubbles in it, and for when you get out he would have your favourite type of soup ready for you to enjoy in his warm cosy bed with him by your side.

-He hates and I mean hates people touching his hair, but he knows that you are obsessed with it. So one time when you were sick he let you braid it to make you feel better and laugh. He hated it being in braids so after a few pictures and videos he took them out. However, he continues to let you play with his hair whenever you want. He would never admit it, but he loves it when you play with his hair now. He will moan about it when you ask him but is secretly begging for it.

-When Hunter feels bad about something (especially when you guys fight) Hunter would go out and buy you something. It isn't that much of a healthy habit, but he does it out of love to show you that he is sorry for what happened and that he does care about you. So when you are quite ill he will sometimes go out and buy you something to cheer you up. You tell him not to but when he is out if he sees something that you would love nothing is stopping him from buying it for you. He just feels bad that you are sick, and you really do appreciate his gifts.

-One time when you were sick he let you force him into a spa/pamper night. Which eventually leads to you trying to convince him to let you do his makeup. He tells you no but you had already made up your mind. He tried to run away but you pinned him down to the bed so you could do his make-up. Usually, Hunter could easily just throw you off of him he wouldn't even be in a situation where he was pinned down by you since he was a lot stronger than you. However, since you were sick you were already weaker than usual and Hunter noticed this. So he just let you pin him down, he didn't want to hurt you and he thought he would just let it happen anyway since it made you happy and kind of distract you from your illness.

-Watching Disney films and cartoons is a must, you guys did this every so often anyways and he knows that you love them. So he figured he would turn it up a notch and watch a lot of them back to back.

-He would 1000% force you to wear his clothes, he wants you to wear them 24/7 however when you are sick he wants you to wear them even more. I think it's like a safety thing like he thinks that nothing could hurt you since you are wearing his clothes. He always protects you and always will, so he feels like wearing his clothes is just another layer of his protection for you.

-He worries, like a lot, even if it is just a little headache he hates to see it. He loves you, more than anything even his hair. So seeing you ill or in pain hurts him more than you think. He would do anything to make you feel better. Such a sweetheart <3

[gingerbreadmonsters]

return to me

or: learning, growing, walking hand in hand.

gn!reader, no content warnings except blake-typical creepiness, some yandere-flavoured obsessive goodness. in the emptiness of night, you’re all he sees. look. i had a lovely little idea for blake that was all ready to go - he was going to get a nice day out with his listener, i was going to humanise him, show that he's not all bad… and now look what he's done! well. this is what you get for crossing me. enjoy your grapes, mr blake. i hope they're sour. a big big thank you to my love @haradasaya for proofreading! 💕💕 limerence, inspired by R.E.M.’s nightswimming and fe3h: cindered shadows chapter 6. the moon is low tonight. blake being left in awe in just over 2400 words.

There are very few beautiful things in the world, anymore.

(Some, but not many.)

Beauty is, unfortunately, a vanishing art. Everywhere, all around, at every moment the world becomes more and more diseased, more and more dull. The earth turns to rot, the water turns to scum, and beauty is swallowed by oblivion.

It's simply a fact of the universe. Entropy. All things tend towards their own destruction.

You might argue, of course. You might say, of course not! There are plenty of beautiful things out there still - all kinds of places and creatures and objects. There's a whole universe full of things out there! And everyone has different ideas of what's beautiful anyway, so how can you even measure how many beautiful things there are in the world to begin with?

Well then, if you did say that, you would be met with disbelief, probably. A look, incredulous, that tells you don't be stupid, honey. Not all things are beautiful, and there are some things that aren't beautiful to anyone. I ought to know.

You see, there are some very special people who just understand the order of things. Who just feel it, the natural order of the world, the way things are supposed to be. A feeling that can't be taught, but cultivated - a feeling that Blake, himself, is learning at this very moment to know and comprehend.

And because he's one of these precious few, one of those fortunate enough to have been shown the truth, he knows. Humans have always been funny about extinction and the loss of things. Take and take and take until there's almost nothing left, then either praise its survival as a miracle, or grieve its final death as gone too soon. He knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, how rare and precious beauty truly is these days. Something reserved only for the most unique, most particular, most wondrous of things.

There is an order in the world, he has learnt. All things that do exist must exist within the laws of the world that allows them to be, and those laws dictate exactly where they fall in that great hierarchy of being that natural existence requires. That is to say, in all the world, there can only be one thing that is the most beautiful. Only one thing that stands above the rest, a single prize that puts all else to shame.

Is it any wonder, then, that he holds you so dear?

It's true, I'm telling you, he would say, if you laughed. You'd probably laugh. Entirely uncaring, unaware of the gospel that he imparts to you, and yet so utterly charming in your blissful ignorance. Everything has its order, everything has its place. Not everything can be beautiful to everyone, and some things aren’t beautiful to anyone at all. Seriously.

You might stare at him, incredulous, disbelieving. Yeah, right. How can you say that? It’s impossible. Where do heads end and necks begin?

Very well, trickster god, he would say, taking your challenge head-on. The museum is quiet, nobody there but the two of you. Let me explain it a different way.

Take a map from the display stand, take a badge from the visitors’ information desk. Exhibition hall is up the steps straight in front of you, and don’t forget to exit through the gift shop. The explanation wouldn’t be very complicated. You’d have no trouble understanding if he helped you.

Let’s start at the beginning. The most basic. All things that exist must exist, right? The criteria for being 'a thing that exists' is 'it must exist'. And if it exists, then it must have properties of some sort. Physical or metaphysical, it must have some sort of properties that distinguish it from all of the other 'things that exist'. Otherwise, all 'things that exist' would by definition be identical, because they would have no defining qualities to separate them from each other, as 'existing' is their only quality. Does that make sense?

You’d nod. I… think so? Never took you for the existential type. The tourist map creases in your hand as he leads you across the main museum floor..

So, we now know that all things that exist have at least one property that defines them as separate to everything else that exists. All of them must possess a unique combination of properties that distinguishes them from every other thing, in order to exist as a single, discrete thing. Look around you. Everything you see, every individual thing, is different. Colour, shape, size, volume, weight, material, age, spatial location - no two things are the same. In the whole universe, there can be no two truly identical things.

You’d look a bit more unsure on that bit, but he’d power through. It’ll all make sense in a minute.

If no two things can be truly identical, then surely it stands to reason that all things can be categorised. Can be ordered. By some measure, by some means, all things can be sorted. No two things can draw with one another, there’s no need for tiebreakers - one by one, all things must stand in line. If you can differentiate all things, then you must be able to put them into distinct categories.

It makes sense, right?

Each thing can fit into several different categories at the same time, but my point still stands. If you can put them into categories and they’re still unique - as we already know they must be - then you must be able to categorise them again. Over and over, smaller and smaller boxes, until everything fits neatly into place. Until everything is in order.

Hmm. You probably wouldn’t look convinced. Not to worry, it’s not that important just yet. The first time is always the hardest.

Leaning over a display case, examining the contents, your breath might mist on the cool glass. But what about things you can’t see? Things you can’t touch? Things that not everybody experiences the same way? Like feelings, or colours, or sensations. Which colour is the best? Which rollercoaster is the most fun? You can’t put them all in order. There’s no empirical way to do so. Your theory falls apart.

Does it? Your point is fair, considering that you don’t know any of the metaphysics at play here yet. If you could feel those feelings forever, you’d be able to compare them. It’s true, you can’t capture the best moment of a rollercoaster in a bottle. But if you could, wouldn’t that let you sort them just like anything else?

You’d open your mouth to retort, but he’d beat you to it. He always does.

We don’t have the means to do that, of course. But theoretically, if it were possible to measure every moment of your life - and it is, we just don’t know how to do it yet - then you’d be able to break them down to their base components. And once you’ve done that? Well. The only thing left to do is order. The only thing left at all is order.

You’d shake your head. Gently, he’d hold your chin as he repositioned your audio guide from where it would be about to slip.

You always sound so cute when you think you’re right. But everyone feels things differently, and not everyone will feel the same about the same things. If you’re terrified of rollercoasters, you won’t call them fun at all, but if you love them then you’ll say they’re the most fun you’ve ever had. By your logic, all people will have different categorisations for different things, which necessarily means that there can be no single universally applicable categorisation for everything.

Oh, you’d look so proud of yourself, voice echoing in the corridor as he holds the door to the next gallery open for you. Checkmate.

You poor thing. If only, little trickster god. You put up a good fight, but alas - the metaphysical theory behind it disproves you.

But h-

We can talk about it later, dear. He’d pretend to examine the object label on the wall to your left, brushing off your misplaced concern - you don’t really need to hear him explain all that. Far too boring, far too dense and dull. A singular waste of time and effort, especially considering how precious little time he gets to spend with you as it is.

Marble and varnished wood and wrought iron. The museum is vast and full of fascinating things. Easily enough to fill an afternoon and then some. Take your time.

Walk with him.

Beauty, it is said, is in the eye of the beholder. Blake disagrees. Whoever said that had clearly never met you. It’s difficult to understand, and harder to accept, but the black-and-white of it is undeniable - surely someone has to be the one to know. Surely there must be someone who bears the precious burden of truth. Eight million people. Why shouldn’t it be him?

(Perhaps he’s biased. Forgive him. He is, after all, only human.)

Ugliness and filth and corruption. How is it that you stand above it all? So perfectly ordinary, yet more than he could ever hope to imagine. Circumstance tries to destroy you, time and time again - maybe you realise, maybe you don’t. It doesn’t matter. He knows, and as long as he’s here, you will always be protected. What’s the point of power if you can’t protect the things you love? You are beautiful, it's true - but weak, naïve, deprived of the knowledge of the world that you so desperately need, bereft of the guiding hand of truth. A flimsy, delicate creature. A precious, fragile soul. Nothing more than a butterfly, wandering blithely towards a hurricane. Blake has always been handy with a net.

(Nobody could deny it. Say what you will about Blake, but he's never been the type to take things for granted.)

It’s one thing, to have been shown the realisation of ruin. It’s another, to rally against it. Don’t you understand? He had to go away, to leave you lonely for a while, but it wasn’t his fault. He had to know the truth, and the truth is painful, the learning even more so. What man wouldn’t feel lonely, without you by his side? You’ve spoilt him with your presence, and in your absence a plan was made. Well, perhaps not made. Finalised. Solidified. Crystallised. The seed of the feeling has always been there, ever since you met - at last, it was time to water you, each tiny drop by his own careful hand.

The old Blake, that helpless, stupid creature - now remade in the dawning of the new day, baptised in the ocean of righteousness. The architect of his own future, and now yours too. Truth is truth is truth, and the audio guide in your ear speaks with his voice.

After all, who did you think made this place?

The victorious curator, hand in hand with his prize exhibit. Your frozen form, lovingly suspended in smooth resin, falling eternally but never hitting the ground. It’s all dedicated to you, it’s all for you, every shelf and hook and souvenir postcard. Would you call it greedy? Would you call it selfish? What is an archive, if not for the preservation of the collector? What is a museum, if not a prison cell of the past? Wall to wall, every facet of your being shimmers under the light. Every smile, every breath, every eyelash that you've ever wished on, kept forever in endless magnificence. If he’s selfish, so be it. His most glorious altar, and the god to which it is dedicated.

Turn up the volume of the audio guide, darling. Are you listening?

(It's funny, he guesses. He spends all this time waxing poetic about how all things are unique and special in the universe, in a world that doesn't even really exist. At least, not to anyone else. If it looks real, seems real, feels real - how are you meant to know the difference? Some people are just born lucky, and how fortunate, then, that he is the way he is. Puppets very rarely know the faces of their masters, and Blake has always been gentle with your strings.)

High ceilings catch the echo. This place, his greatest gift to the one he loves more than all else. Galleries go on forever and the cinema room plays an endless loop. People like to have weddings in museums, don't they? The sky outside is bright and white and nothing at all, and nighttime means nothing to a world that cannot end.

Look at you. Oh, just look at you. Encased in glass, resting gently on your wire skeleton, arm outstretched towards the skylight. Submerged in vinegar, no bubbles, leaning your head against the side of your big glass jar. Ice crystals glitter on your frozen tongue, marble fabric hangs immobile from your granite shoulder, familiar pairs of painted eyes gaze across the exhibition floor. You’re right behind him. You’re all around him. Every wall, every case, every frame - your lovely form fills them all. All things are equal on the altar of his adoration and he is your greatest disciple, raising the knife up in his hands and swearing on your name that he will bring you back to life. Watch over him, bless him, smile upon him. Just you wait. One last miracle.

Butterfly nets on every window. If you love it, never let it go. Here, you have always been perfectly preserved.

If only, if only, if only. The rest of the world would be so much simpler if that, too, were in his hands. The chosen one, with you eternally his first choice. As it is, he surveys his domain - marble stretches leisurely out in front of him, and a gilded ceiling hides the panicked wings tangled in the mesh, fluttering mournfully just outside his field of view. Sunsets come and go, the audio guide sings and sings, and the dust never settles.

Flesh and stone and the unending centuries of you. He kneels before you, kisses your hand, gazes into your eyes. The sound of church bells rings throughout the universe. Here, he doesn’t have to wonder. As ever, your devotee.

(It is said that the statue of a saint might speak to a believer. What are dreams for, if not the realisation of miracles?)

Tell me, honey. Your smile is as beautiful as ever. Do you think this is real?

Maybe, this time, you’ll reply.

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[maarriiii]

Face Mask

A/N: Two fics in three days? Who even am I. Honestly, I got the idea yesterday when i was face masking—is that even a word?—myself. I thought it was a funny idea, so I decided to write it. I think it turns out pretty good if I do say so myself. Well, I’m not gonna dilly dally for much longer. I’m sorry if there’s any typos and grammatical errors. I hope you guys enjoy this 💕💕

Pairings: Jason Todd/Red Hood x female!reader

Warnings: None

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When Jason walked into the Manor towards the living room, he wasn't expecting to see his three younger siblings and his girlfriend laying on the floor with face mask on.

"What are you doing?" Jason asked.

y/n opened her eyes and smiled but not too wide. "Oh hi, Jay. I didn't know you were coming."

"Again, what are you all doing?"

"We're laying on the floor like a bunch of idiots." Damian said, eyes closed and hands folded on top of his stomach.

Cassandra flicked his head. "Ow."

Out of all the things Jason had seen in the Manor, he never expected something as random as this. Damian and Tim in the same room without bickering was a miracle in itself, but them laying on the floor within close proximity of each other with face masks was something beyond of a miracle.

"Remember two days ago when I told you Cass and I are planning to hangout together?" y/n spoke up.

Jason nodded.

"Well, this is the plan. Last time I was here I was chilling back in my old room with a face mask on just like this one." She pointed to her face. "Cass walked past and was curious, so I told her. I promised I'd bring her a few for her to try and keep"

"It's very cool." Cassandra signed, a small smile on her lips.

"Okay, but that still doesn't explain why Damian and Tim are with you too."

Jason took a seat on one of the couches in the living room. He was looking very amused at the situation and couldn't helped but to think how persuasive his girlfriend was.

"Ohh, that's easy." y/n sat cross–legged and faced Jason with a proud smile on her face. "Blackmail."

Jason cocked his eyebrow up, impressed by his partner. He shouldn't be surprised though. Out of all of them, y/n was always the one with the most efficient persuasion technique. Which was why she was also the most efficient interrogator too, besides Bruce.

Damian opened his eyes and turned his head slowly to the side, trying to look as intimidating as he can with a pastel mint colored face mask covering his face. If looks can kill, y/n would probably be just like how he was a long time ago. Dead.

"Tell anyone about that day, l/n, and you'll have to sleep with one eye open. Even Todd wouldn't be able to save you."

"Bold of you to assume she even needs my help, brat." Jason winked at y/n.

"I'm doing this because I care, my dear Robin." y/n said. "Tim looked like a half turned zombie on his computer when I walked past his room earlier. And you wouldn't stop training even after that injury of yours. A little relaxing wouldn't do anyone any harm. Tim clearly needs it since he's already passed out."

All four pair of eyes turned to the third Robin. He was sound asleep with light snores coming from his mouth. y/n learned Tim mumbled in his sleep too, which she found slightly adorable. She had to dragged him away from his computer since he insisted to finish his recently made computer program first. Tim promised y/n that he would rest afterwards, but she knew better.

"You know, I only just realize that Timbo was sleeping," Jason said.

"Let's just leave him be. God knows he needs the rest."

"How long he's been asleep anyway?"

"Ten minutes after we started. Like I said, he needs it."

Damian got up from where he laid and took of his mask. "It's been thirty minutes. I'm taking this off."

"Has it been? Thank you for reminding me, Dami." y/n stood up, stretched her arms which let out a satisfying crack and took of her mask too. "Just remember to splash your face with water afterwards."

y/n offered her hand to Cassandra and lifted her up. "I got a few different one for you in my bag upstairs. Why don't you go wash up first and I'll let you have it." Cassandra nodded and walked away to her bedroom.

"How about replacement over there?"

"Eh, I'll just wash him up." She shrugged. "You don't mind taking him up to his room right?"

"Not a problem. I'll handle it."

y/n smiled and kissed his lips. "Thanks Jay. I'll be right back."

Once Jason was sure she was gone, he stood up from the couch and fished his phone out of his pocket. He turned around, making sure y/n wasn't there to catch him in the act.

"But, after I take a dozen pictures of him."

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Beautiful.

Imagine Your Favorite Character

Imagine your favorite character taking you out for a lovely evening near a romantic sight for Valentine’s Day. (Like the statue Anteros, the Trevi fountain, Maldives heart island, etc.)

Whether it’s a lovely picnic, sightseeing tour, museum visit or star gazing. The day is truly one to remember!