#..... its almost like idk. looking at it (me) with more sober eyes

[cvntluver444]

7 mins in heaven w ellie😇😇😇😇

thank you so much for your request and your support love!! <3

✞ 7 minutes ✞

✿ summary : the request!

✿ warnings : smut minors/men (boys) dni, puss rubbing, dirtyy talk, shy reader, sweet ellie, ellie teaching reader, reader is in closest!!!!!!, mentions of reader in str@ight relationship, almost getting caught!, if i missed any lmk pls!

✿ a/n : thank you for supporting my works as always! this is not my best work bc i used all my creative brain juice on my last fic so i am so sorry! unfortunately, i am headed back to school this weekend so my writing is going to slow down, but i'm not stopping don't worry babies. im hoping to put out 2-3 fics a week still!!!! keep sending in those requests! I have one more to work on, so to the anon who requested it its coming i promise my love!!!!

ALSO i did kind of make this a personal fic im so sorry LMAO basically i just explain how when i finally realized i was gay YAYAYA !!!!!!! but yeah warning again the reader in this is based on me so it is like finding out you're into girls later on kind of thing so if this is something you're not interested in feel free to skip! I hope you like it lucy!!! (idk if that's your real name im just going to call u that teehee) i love you all so much! muah

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daily click

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you anxiously played with your fingers as the last of the party guest gathered around the huge circle. your friends and you decided to spend your saturday night at one of your classmates party, resulting in you now dreading your turn in the 'truth or dare' game.

"you okay?" you turn your head to your left as your eyes land on your friend, who clearly could pick up on how nervous you looked.

"yeah i'm fine," you tell her. "just hope i don't have to do anything stupid or embarrassing. she laughs at your comment.

"don't worry, i doubt you'll even get picked. there's a lot of people here and were all drunk so, who cares!'. her shouts fills the room, drawing a couple eyes toward the two of you. you giggle and hide your face, trying to tell her to keep it down. in the midst of shushing her, your eyes graze the room, watching people roll their eyes at her behavior. but your eyes catch someone else's and you freeze.

ellie williams

she sends you a soft smile, a dark look in her eyes. you gulp and look away quickly. god, she was so hot you thought. you hope she couldn't how flustered she made you. you hope no one could. your whole life, you've always had no problems catching boys' attention. you could have a whoever, whenever, but with this luxury came its flaw. you never actually liked the boys you went out with, you just loved being loved, being in a relationship. you never understood why you felt that way, but just continued on normally, not giving yourself a chance to actually explore more about yourself. but when you first met ellie freshmen year, the feelings finally became visible, especially after finding out she was also into girls; however, you were still not sure if she felt the same. This caused you to once again burry your feelings and close yourself up. You were too scared, and way too sober to even try to talk to ellie.

suddenly, a loud voice can be heard yelling throughout the house. "truth or dare starting now in living room," on boy shouted. your palms became sweaty and you prayed that everyone would pick up on your uncomfortableness and just leave you alone. as always though, the world likes to work in funny ways, and you feel a large presence sit next to you and tap you on the shoulder.

"hey," the boy smiles, "cool if i sit here?" you just give me a simple nod of your head and continue your attention elsewhere, your thoughts interrupted once again. "you look good tonight, by the way". you turn back around, and give him a quiet thanks, and before he could respond, everyone around you begins to pick who will go first for the game.

after three or four people went, you began to grow annoyed. the man next to you could not take the hint, and you were the only person here not having a good time.

"alright williams," the room cheers silently, "truth or dare". your attention is now fully on ellie. she stares up at her friend who just picked on her, small smirk on her face as she answers with a confident dare. "hmmm," her friend hums out loud, looking around the room. you swear you see their eyes stop on yours for a second, before they get an idea. "i dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven," they pause and the room is filled with oooo's. your heart drops a bit. "a person of your choosing." now everyone was going crazy. everyone knew ellie was gay, and everyone knew she made every girl gay, so it was a pretty heavy dare.

ellie smiles up at her friend, sage you think their name is, before she slowly starts scanning the room. you quickly look down, hoping that your avoided eye contact would make you more invisible. your only focus now was watching your fidgeting fingers and giving back half asses answers to the man beside you who still will not shut up.

you hear ellie suck in her breathe before she slowly gets up from the ground. all you wanted to do in this moment was sink into the ground, not sure how you were going to handle seeing ellie pick another girl that isn't you and go fuck her in the closet. too deep in your thoughts, you don't hear the air leave your friends lungs as a certain someone stalks towards you. you only know ellie is right in front of you once you see the beat up sneakers sneak right under your vision.

your eyes widen and you cant breathe. there has to be someone behind you right? no, she could not pick you. in fear that you would be disappointed when looking up, you keep your head down, telling yourself that you're just-

your friend next to you quietly says your name, excitement laced in her voice. she was the only one you told, the only one you could trust with something so personal to you, so to say she was absolutely ecstatic to see ellie pick her best friend, well that was an understatement.

after your quick reality check, your line of vision trails from the top of her feet, all the way to her line of vision, where you see hear towering over you, smirk on her face. you felt like you were going to throw up.

"wanna come with me?" she asks you, that little smile never leaving her face. you look around the room, everyone in just as much shock as you. you look back at ellie, and without thinking twice, you nod your head yes.

she grabs her hand out for you to take, and you two make your way into the closet in between the living room and kitchen, but not before ellie yells something along the lines of keep yourselves busy, and don't be pervs. you feel like you're dreaming, you can't believe ellie williams picked you. but suddenly, you're brought back into reality when she closes the closet and turns on her phone flashlight.

"so," she begins, "how's your night been." you now grow extremely insecure at how little you've been talking to her, not knowing exactly what to do next considering you've never been with a girl.

"oh uh," you begin, "it's been okay. what about yours?" stupid stupid stupid.

"pretty good. saw that guy talking to you. you looked uncomfortable so thought i would save you." she gives a light giggle, but your heart drops and you look at her with sad eyes.

"oh uh yeah haha thanks," you attempt to say, sadness clearly laced in your voice. ellie picks up on it.

"are you okay? did he do anything?" she asks you, coming closer, concern reading all over her face. you blush at how much she cares about you.

"no, no, he didn't do anything, just was annoying," you let out a breathy laugh. "i guess i just thought that we were gonna, ya know, since you picked me, um, never mind this is stupid." your cheeks are now red with embarrassment, and ellies face softens at your rambling.

"aw, no sweetie. just because i picked you doesn't mean we have to do anything. i know you're not into girls." she gives you a friendly tap on the shoulder. ouch. your heart has now sank completely, and you slowly go to reach for the closet door handle. ellie looks confused, before she panics and grabs your hand.

"where are you going? it hasnt been 7 minutes yet sweetheart," she asks you.

"i was just gonna go back. kinda boring just doing nothing here." you tell her sadly.

"well, what do you want to do?" she still hasn't caught on? at this point, you feel like you will never get another chance again. with your ego still a little boosted that she chose you, you answer her.

"i wanna kiss you, ellie," you tell her. she freezes in the spot she's in before she slowly relaxes and relief washes over her face.

"i wanna kiss you too." she tells you. you look up at her, hope in your eyes, and she slowly grabs yours chin with her fingers and pulls you towards her. your lips meet and you both slowly start to make out. now you know why it was called 7 minutes in heaven. pleasure rushed through your body, and you instantly melted into the kiss. it was the first time you actually felt something when kissing someone, and in the bliss of this new feeling, you now put your arms around her shoulders.

the kiss deepens and turns more sinful as ellies hands now trail down to your ass and give it a light squeeze. you moan into her mouth and she groans back in response. her hands now start exploring your body, covering every inch of you until they make their way down towards your loose jeans. you quickly pull away, feeling like a complete virgin even though this kind of stuff is nothing new to you.

"woah, hey, you okay? we can stop if you want," ellie tells you, scared that she may have gone too far.

"no ellie its not you, its just," you try to find the right words. "i've never actually been with a girl before." you tell her, shame written all over your features. she lightly grabs your face once more as she gives you another passionate kiss.

"im happy to help you through it, and if you ever want me to stop, you just tell me." she explains, leaving light kisses all over you exposed next and chest. you moan out as you give her your permission to continue. her lips find her way back to yours, taking control of the kiss. in between each breath, she made sure to tell you how beautiful you were, and how much she had been dreaming of this. you return the compliments, gasping when ellie now picks you up and leans you down on the closet floor.

now on top, she puts all her weight on her elbow, as the other one trails down from your chest, then your stomach, to finally the place where you needed her the most. still kissing you, her fingers undo your buttons. once your jeans were shoved down, and your panties moved to the side, ellie breaks the kiss.

you whine from the loss of contact, and she shushes you. "is it ok if i touch you?" she asks you politely.

"yes, ellie. please touch me," you beg her. "want you so bad." her lips suddenly reconnect with yours, and her fingers start rubbing light circles on your clit. you moan as she teases you, never feeling this way with any guy you've ever been with.

"you make the prettiest noises," she tells you, nipping at your lips. "fuck, and you're so wet too." her talking alone brings you even closer to your high, another new feeling.

you feel her fingers now trail down and tease your entrance, making the most sinful sound. she bites her lips, then starts pumping two fingers inside of you.

your eyes now roll to the back of your head and ellie falls to your side, the new position allowing her to finger you even faster. your head leans into her shoulder, and tears brim in your eyes from how good shes making you feel.

"faster, please," you beg, now staring into her eyes. the innocent look on your face causes her pussy the clench.

"yeah baby? you want me to go faster?" she teases you. "ill do anything for you beautiful." that was enough to send you over the edge, and you start to shake and she speeds up her motions.

"els" is all you can get out, but she knows exactly what you're trying to say, telling you to let go and cum all over her fingers.

and you're about to, until you hear yelling outside the closest door, and people are banging on your door, telling you seven minutes has passed.

you and ellie groan, and you're about to scream out of frustration, before ellies low voice cuts you off.

"i want you to get dressed and meet me outside my car, we can finish this at me." she tells you, a loving look on her face. you giggle and give her a quick peck, before jumping up and putting on your clothes.

you two come out of the closet, rushing towards the front door, completely ignoring all your friends and strangers random questions flying your way.

"where are they going?"

"are they holding hands?"

"do you think they did anything?"

"they so fucked."

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✿ a/n: heh, they came out the closet. anyways, like i said, very personalized im sorry i hit my penjamin and im in my feels but i really hope you guys liked it! my requests are still open! love you all so much and don't forget to follow because i post frequently!! <3

[mellowmistt]

The Sleepover-Chris Sturniolo (Part 1)

Summary: (corny, basic ahh title I know) You are good friends with the sturniolos and at their house, unabe to catch an uber late at night you are offered to stay the night on the couch, however you could not sleep and someone with the same problem comes to join you..

Warnings: smut;unprotected sex; handjobs; swearing; mentions of alcohol; NO use of y/n!

A/N: I don’t use any degrading kink language with characters (e.g slut) or overusing of words such as baby, bc idk bout you guys but it kinda cringes me out when i see that in other fanfics, okay back to the story :)

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I took the last sip of my coca cola before saying goodbye to a couple other friends who were leaving.

"For fuck's suck." I say, a little too loud as I could see Chris and Nick abruptly glance in my direction in the corner of my eye.

"Whats up?" Nick asked

"There are no uber's available for another hour, like how is that even possible?" I exclaimed, adding a small smile at the end, I didn't want to bring down the good vibes that everyone had for the past six hours.

"Hey you know you're more than welcome to stay the night, I would have made Matt drive you but you know how much he had to drink tonight, plus he's probably out of it right now."

"No, you don't have to do that anyway, i'll check some other taxi websites theres gotta be one available righ-"

"Hey it's fine, just stay on the couch, its way too late now anyway i wouldn't want you out there alone." Nick explained.

"Okay, thank you so much you guys are the best!" I say, scanning the room to meet eyes with Chris, who was watching our conversation from the kitchen counter as he was clearing away the plastic cups and chip bags.

"Okay, now that's settled i'm going to bed, i'm wiped" Nick says as he grabs his phone from the other side of the couch. Chris followed with a quick "Me too, goodnight" before hurrying down the stairs.

"Theres more blankets in the basket down there if you need, goodnight!" Nick says before trailing up the stairs, turning off the main kitchen light.

About fifteen minutes had gone by, I somehow wasn't even sleepy even though it was nearing three in the morning. Maybe i had too much soda. I grabbed my phone from my bag and began scrolling through tiktok. I figured after a while of scrolling my eyes would get tired.

Suddenly the dim living room light turned on, I flinched as I saw Chris's silhouette approaching the couch. He sat down about a foot to the right of me.

"Can't sleep?" He asked, in a quiet,almost whisper.

"Nope." I reply, switching off my phone and placing it behind my pillow.

We both stared at eachother for a moment, Chris had a curious look on his face, as if he was dying to ask me a question.

"Hey i thought you said you were wiped, like twenty minutes ago." I say, narrowing my eyes teasingly. I knew the smartass reply he would say.

"I never said that actually." He replied, a small grin forming on his face, returning the teasing mannerisms.

"Well you said same when Nick said, and I quote,I'm going to bed, I'm wiped". I said, smiling knowing this would just egg him on for a lame excuse. Mine and Chris's friendship had always been like this, teasing and joking around, he never failed to make me laugh.

"Well, maybe thats just what i wanted him to hear." He replied, staring back at me with a grin, waiting to see my confused reaction.

"What are you doing?" I asked, half serious now.

"I figured you'd be lonely down here by yourself in the dark, so I came to stay with you."

"You're drunk" I state.

"You're sober." He replies, stating the obvious.

"Yeah well remember last week when you were holding my hair back as I was puking in the toilet? I learnt my lesson and thought i'd give myself a break tonight." I replied with a small chuckle.

"mhmmm" He mumbles. "Besides I didn't drink that much myself actually, definitly not as much as Matt." He states,clearly proud of him self and awaiting my approval.

"Wooowww" I tease, indulging into his ego.

He then moves closer to me, and squeezes up close, moving me over and laying next to me, pulling the grey fluffly blanket over us. We look deep into eachother's eyes for a moment again. His eyes were so beautiful, a crystal clear blue, which accomodated to his warm smile. That damn smile. It always triggered a comforting feeling, like i could never feel negative again when i saw it.

He was moving his head closer to mine, I watched his eyes as they were flickering from mine to my lips, which he was slowly approaching. Without warning I felt his soft lips touch mine, and i unexpectedly started to get lost in the moment, and i placed my hand around his head, gently running through his soft hair. I slowly pulled away from his lips.

"Wait what are we doing?" I whispered,coming back to my senses as i realised that maybe he had liked me all along when i have liked him.

"I thought you knew I had a mondo crush on you, I know you have one on me too, I can feel it in your energy whenever we're close." He said quietly, smiling that he had just outed my secret.

I didn't know what to say, I just gazed back into his eyes again, inspecting his playful look. He slowly put his hand on my stomach, which made me let out a gasp.

"See, I make you nervous" He said with a grin, before trailing up to my chest.

"Oh yeah, no i definitly knew" I replied sarastically, smiling at both my joke and the touch of his hands on me.

He let out a soft laugh before trailing his hand down to my waist, meeting the waistband of my shorts.

"Are you okay with this?" He asked, serious look on his face now awaiting my answer.

"Yes" I whispered, kissing his lips again to confirm. He pulled away and smiled, before trailing his hand down to my panties, moving inside of them and meeting my arousal.

"See, I knew you wanted me" He whispered jokingly into my ear as he starting moving his fingers in slow circles around my sweet spot.

I smiled at him, before moving my head back and closing my eyes in relfex to the pleasure he was inducing on me, as he was speeding up. I let out a few deep breaths.

"Ch-chris.." I whispered. "We can't, not...here what... if they hear us" I said, stuttering through deep breaths.

"Shhh, they won’t. They’re both out of it remember?" He whispered back. He stopped moving his fingers, which made me open my eyes.

He moved in to kiss me again, moving his body slightly closer again, alerting me of his hard-on against my thigh. I reached my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. Still kissing, my hands made contact with his shaft, I started moving my hand up and down, slowly speeding up the pace. He drifted away from mouth to let out a deep breath in reaction to the stimulation.

“Fuck” he whispered.

He moved my hand away, which at first confused me, until he started taking off my shorts, and then his own. He repositioned himself until he was hovering on top of me. He started burying himself into my neck, painting it with kisses. Again, I had tilted my head back to indulge in the moment.

“You ready?” He whispered, lifting his head up.

I nodded eagerly, at this point I was desperate, I had never imagined that this is how the night turned out, but this rush of everything was just what I craved for right now. I felt his tip brush against me, and the slow but intense entrance of himself inside of me. We exhaled loudly, though this made me feel conscious that one of his brothers could hear us again, I tried to put that feeling aside for now and just enjoy the moment, enjoy him.

As his thrusts increased in speed it was becoming more hard to stay so quiet. Chris noticed how I was trying so hard to suppress moans, and put one of his hands over my mouth gently. The other hand interlocked my left hand above my head. His deep breaths alone were just setting me off more. His eyes squinting as the climax was nearing. Small, muffled moans left my mouth, thankfully Chris’s hand was suppressing the evidence, I don’t think it was a noticeable enough sound for Matt to hear, even though he was just down the hall in his bedroom.

The thrusts were rapid, I began gently moving my hips along with the alignment of his to amplify the pleasure. This made his breaths become more louder, so I put my free hand over his mouth too. We were now gazing into each other’s eyes, taking in the moment, the euphoric feeling which was shared between us. Our eyes struggling to stay open as we were both so close to finishing. Our palms became sweaty from the exhales. Boom. There it was. That indescribable feeling which illuminated throughout my whole body. Throughout his whole body. As the thrusts slowed down into a halt. We looked deeply into each others eyes again, lay still for a few moments as we uncovered our mouths. Deep breaths still escaped our mouths, but we tried to keep them quiet.

There it was again. That smile.

“I think I might… I think I might love you” he whispered through exhales.

“Shut up” I quietly laughed, still breathless.

He kissed me once more, his soft lips were the cherry on the cake, I never wanted him to let them go off me. He exited me and lay on his back next to me again, his hand in mine.

*ding*…..*ding*

I opened my eyes, the warm sunlight melting through the blinds. I reached for my phone, with two texts from my mom, asking if I wanted to go to lunch with her. The time was 10:48. I looked to my right, and sure enough Chris was lay next to me. It was real. It actually happened? Holy shit.

“Chris?” I whispered.

No answer.

“Chris” I whispered, a little louder and slightly nudging him. This alerted him and he opened his eyes.

“Oh hey sexy” he said, his morning voice was raspy, but also kind of a turn on. Fuck.

“I gotta go, and you should probably go downstairs before Nick or Matt come out here and wonder why you were on the couch with me” I explained. He still had his eyes shut, but he slowly started to shift, so I knew he was listening.

“Mhmm, okay” he mumbled before sitting up.

We both put our shorts back on and he put the blanket back.

“Okay, my mom wants to meet me for lunch so I gotta run, I’ll see you soon”

“Sure thing, we should do that again soon” he said with a smirk, before trailing down the stairs to his bedroom.

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! I hope you're well! I've got a bit of a request (maybe? idk can be whatever u want it to be:D) So- R recently has had their wisdom tooth removed, and I think you've seen how people get so loopy afterwards. I think it'd be hilarious writing Hobie trying to keep a straight face and talk to R rambling on about some random things in the most serious manner he can muster lol

Thank you for requesting! Muah 😘 ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, Fluff.

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Hobie's nervous for no reason, he knows you're alright behind the tooth shaped door but the sound of the drill’s muffled whirring has his spidey senses going haywire. He thinks it's the weird smell of the dentist's office and the stark white of the walls that adds to his anxiety. His leg nervously bounces to the beat of the crappy music that the dentist's assistant keeps playing on loop (torturing him basically.)

He kneads at his temple to get the scraping sound out of his ears, due to his enhanced senses that includes super hearing, he can hear every pull and tug of your tooth, unfortunately. But he thinks you have it worse since you're the one who feels every tug and pull. Or maybe he just hates it when you get hurt, especially if he can't help you or even see you. He curses the tooth shaped door for hiding you from his view. Seriously, who makes a door shaped like that?

With a sigh, the toothy door finally opens, and out you roll out of it in a squeaky wheelchair. Hobie stands up lightning quick to get to your side. The dentist smiles at him with her perfect teeth, hands guiding you out of the sterile room.

“She’s good, don't worry.” The dentist senses Hobie's worry, or she just sees it etched on his face. “Your girl's a bit loopy because of the meds but it'll wear off in a few minutes.”

Hobie kneels down to face you. He almost laughs loudly at your swollen cheek that makes you look like a squirrel that's hiding its nuts inside its mouth. He rubs your knee softly to wake your foggy self based on how glossy your eyes are. Drool drips from the cotton in your mouth and he swears he almost loses it right there and then.

“Hi, love, ready to come home?” Hobie smiles softly like he usually does when he finds you endearing. Despite all the bloody saliva dripping out of your mouth.

“Hat?” You ask, voice murmured by the cotton. Hobie guesses you said ‘what?’ instead of asking for his invisible hat.

Raising your hand to his face, you give him a good pat on his cheek, you then let out a giggle that sounded more like a cackle. It all makes him raise an eyebrow.

“You gave her the good stuff huh, doc?” He asks, never leaving his eyes off your disoriented self.

The dentist chuckles, “just give her paracetamol for the pain and don't let her eat or drink anything for an hour or two if she can help it.”

“Thanks, doc.” Hobie gives her a polite smile while standing back up to his feet. “Ready to walk with me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, eyebrows knitted, hands balling at your soft pants. You dressed for the occasion, or rather, dressed down for it. You had the foresight to know that you'll be bleeding all over your clothes right after. Like how you are right now with one of Hobie's old band shirts. He clearly doesn't mind since he owns a hundred like them. But he won't miss the opportunity to tease you about it once you're sober and well awake.

You look at him like he told you the copper you gave him is in a poor state. “I hab boyfriend.”

“I know you do, it's me.” He sees the dentist crack a smile. “Get up, love, you'll kick my arse if we miss your episode.”

“Episode?” You once again ask with wonderment.

“Yeah, that dragon show you like so much. Up you go.”

“Dragons?!” Your voice echoes out in the room, like he just told you dragons are real. You stand up quicker than he thought you could. “Really?” Your question cements what he thinks. “They're dragons right? Not wyverns, they're different creatures y’know.” He tamps down a laugh.

Holding you by your biceps, Hobie flicks his eyes behind you and over to the dentist who just shrugs with a grin. “Her tooth was stubborn. Sorry, I could've given her the lighter stuff but she would've felt it.”

“That's alright, doc, this is how she usually is.” He jokes, which you chortle at. Well at least you recognize humour amidst the fog of whatever concoction the dentist gave you. “Thanks again.” He waves goodbye whilst he guides you out of the clinic.

“Why are you so pretty?” You look at him with sparkling eyes like you're about to cry from his sheer beauty. Tapping his chin, cheek squished against his shoulder, you don't look at where you're walking as you continue to admire him in the sun. “So p-pretty…like a-an angel.”

Hobie does all the walking for you, his arms are looped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the pavement. The tips of your shoes grazes the concrete as you squish his cheeks in your hand, making him pout from your cuteness overload.

“An angel? Just last night you called me a dick for eating your mango.” How could he know you were trying to save it inside the fridge?

You giggle, “mmm, mango.”

“I'll buy you a hundred more if you continue to dote on me.” You two finally make it to the van, he thanks his abilities for not getting winded out by the trek.

You lean back dramatically, making Hobie catch you in his arms. You both look like a cover from a romance novel.

“I can't! I have a boyfriend.” You say with your whole heart, and as serious as you can with your mouth full of cotton.

“Fuckin' hell.” He laughs, lifting you back up before someone in the street sees. “I'll buy you some ice cream if you get in the car. Mango or chocolate flavour?”

“I will,” you poke his chest, “not be,” poke “bribed by you–you stranger!” You poke him several times.

Hobie catches your finger mid poke. Leaning closer to your face, he smells the iron from your mouth. You sniff, moving your head away from him with a pout.

“Love,” he says sweetly, catching the back of your head before it falls further back. Laying his forehead against yours, he gives you a minute to recognize him from his warmth alone. He'd give you forever if he can. Holding your hand, he raises it to his chest, letting you feel the familiar thump of his heart. He remembers that you do it whenever he gets home from patrol. “It's me, yeah?”

Hobie doesn't realize the tears brimming in your eyes. He stands up straight at the sound of your quiet sobbing.

“We're gonna miss the dragons.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, the cotton in your mouth threatens to fall out as you weep in the parking lot with him trying his best to wipe the tears while he coos softly at you.

Hobie definitely has his work cut out for him, now to get you home without crying about dragons or acting like he's kidnapping you. Yet, he'd gladly do it all over again if it's you.

[mymomhatesmyguts]

Budweiser (connor murphy x fem!reader)

Scenario: You're one of Connor's best friends- his only friend, in fact. You snuck through his window as you do every Friday, only to find him drunk and sobbing.

A/N: i wrote this in 2nd person but is 1st person preferred? idk, its my first time writing fanfics on tumblr :)

"Con..." You say, gently reaching out to touch his shoulder, to offer some sense of relief, even though you can tell he's far beyond hugging it out at this point.

"No, just-" He cuts himself off with a drunken hiccup as tears roll down his face. "Just leave me alone." He buries his head in his hands, his back shaking with sobs. You wish you could take him in your arms, kiss his pretty face until he stops crying, but you're just friends. Thats all. Thats all you'll ever be.

"Connor, please? Tell me what's wrong?" You coo, your voice soft enough to mirror the voice of a mother speaking to her child. He just shakes his head, flinching slightly as you rub his back gently. "Connor..." You coax, finally getting him to look up at you with his reddened, tear filled eyes.

"You don't love me." He says with a sniffle before bursting into sobs once more.

"I... what? Of course I love you." You say, almost incredulous. And it's true, of course it's true. You love him more than a dog loves his master, crave him more than a flower craves the sun, need him as much as a starving man needs a warm meal. But how can you tell your best friend that when he's drunk and sobbing on his creaky mattress at one in the morning?

"No!" He says, suddenly raising his voice as he stands up abruptly. "No, no, no, you don't love me the way I love you!" The tears roll of his cheeks like raindrops in a thunderstorm. He hiccups dryly, slurring his speech as he continues. "I... I want to kiss you and I want... I want you to be my girlfriend-"

"Connor, you're drunk." You cut him off, almost numb with shock.

"But that doesn't mean my feelings arent real!" He says, shouting now, without any regard for his sleeping sister and parents.

"Con..." Your voice is soft again, kind, the honey-sweet voice he's come to crave every night. "Believe me. If you were sober I would... I would kiss you right now, but you're drunk. I don't want this to be a drunken regret, and I don't want to take advantage of you." You say sternly, but not unkindly. Connor sinks to the bed, smiling goofily now.

"Yeah?" He says, grinning ear-to-ear like a fool. He giggles, then hiccups again, which makes you laugh and then you're both laughing and trying to shush each other at the same time, for fear of awaking Zoe, or worse- Cynthia and Larry.

"Yeah." You whisper, smiling at his dumb grin as you stand, dusting off your jeans. "Text me in the morning if you still feel the same when you're sober, yeah?"

"M'kay. G'night.." He slurs, falling backwards onto his bed.

"Sweet dreams," You whisper as you slide open the window, but as you turn back to check on him one last time, he's already snoring into his tear-stained pillow.

A/N: AAAHHHH i'm scared this is really bad but whatever ig?? i looooove connor sm i think we should actually get married. feedback in comments pls? 🥺🥺

[wannab-urs]

The King Has Lost His Crown

Pairing: ex!Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter shows up on your doorstep

Tags: dieter being a pathetic loser, drug mention, angst WC: 703

A/N: This is my entry for @freelancearsonist's ABBA Drabble Challenge. I could have gone smutty with this, but I went angsty instead. I may still write the smut version later idk.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

You sit down on your couch with a glass of wine, settling in for a nice evening of watching mindless TV. Your phone starts buzzing – Dieter Bravo is calling you. You’ve removed his contact, but you couldn’t ever bring yourself to block the number you know by heart. You hit the red Fuck You button and toss your phone to the side. 

Throughout an entire episode of some shitty reality show, your phone lights up with texts. You finally pick it up to read them:

Please answer the phone

Its Dieter 

I miss u

Can u call me pls?

Baby

Baby

Baby

Baby ]:

Just as you’re about to tell him to fuck off, your doorbell rings. You check the ring camera and see that he’s standing on your fucking porch. You hope LA suddenly has a cold snap and he freezes to death out there. Okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. But he could stand to lose a toe or two. 

He rings the doorbell again – starts just continuously pressing the button until the sound drives you so crazy you have to open the door. And he’s standing there looking like an abandoned puppy in his brown fuzzy coat and a pair of basketball shorts that are too long. You used to find his disheveled appearance endearing, but now it just adds to how pathetic he seems. 

“You have 10 seconds to explain where you found the audacity to show up at my house, Bravo.”

He winces at your icy tone, brow furrowing over those pretty brown eyes. He tugs a few strands of his hair, making it stick up even more.

“Baby, just let me in and I’ll explain everything.”

“No. Explain here.”

Dieter sighs, world weary, long and drawn out. You go to close the door on him, but he shoves a croc covered foot into the crack before you can get it closed. 

“Wait!”

You open the door enough to see him, but not enough to let him push his way inside the house. 

“What happened with your new girl, Dieter?” 

“She wasn’t you.”

For a second you almost believe him. Almost. But liars never change. 

“Don’t give me that bullshit. What actually happened?”

“What do you think happened?” He mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“I think you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants, as usual, and she got fed up.” 

“Yeah? Well. Maybe you’re right,” his tone shifts to something like shame, his face turning red. “Are you gonna let me in?”

“Oh absolutely not. You really think you can show up here after getting dumped for cheating on the girl you cheated on me with? Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“No,” his brow furrows even deeper. “Of course not. I just thought–”

“It must be so hard for you. All the drugs and pretty people you could ever desire and all you ever do is fuck it up. You’re a disaster. A fucking disgrace. I bet your mamá is real fuckin proud of you. Get out of my face, Dieter. Get off my porch. Go fuck someone else’s life up.”

You slam the door in his face and start crying immediately. The tears come faster than you can wipe them from your face, leaving tracks down your cheeks. 

You loved him, you really did. Maybe you still do. But you can’t put yourself through that bullshit again.  

–-

Dieter slumps down on the doorstep, not quite ready to accept defeat. He thinks you’ll come out soon, offer him a cup of tea and a snack, maybe cuddle with him on the couch. 

His life is a mess, but the one good thing he’s ever had was you. He lost you and it was completely his fault. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever get over you. He needs to win you back, prove he can be a good person, a good partner. 

He leans back against the door, prepping for an uncomfortable night – sober and stuck outside. He falls asleep eventually and wakes with the sunrise. You never came out to get him. Didn’t even offer him a blanket. You are well and truly done with him, and he only has himself to blame.

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: A bit of angst, a bit of fluff, just the perfect concoction. Cussing, just the usual.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Again, I said I would release it two days ago but here we are. oopsies also, omd I haaate this, idk its just not giving me what I wanted it to have gave, uk? but I still hope you guys like it and it is what you have been waiting for.

(Requests open)

Satoru

Gojo was running around his house frantically trying to get himself together. You and he had agreed on going out with Kaito in order to introduce the boy to his father, finally. He had changed outfits about seen times and while trying to style his hair, he put way to much gel which he had to wash out which got his clothes wet meaning he had to switch his fit again and OH MY GOSH HE WAS LOOSING HIS FUCKING MIND.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement and he had kept himself sober since the previous night in order to be his best self for his son but it was just making him freak out even more. The amount of times he reached for a bottle of alcohol before realising what he was doing scared him.

He was in his bathroom standing in front of his mirror nit-picking every little detail about himself from his outfit to his hair and the dark circles that were no longer visible due to the foundation he had caked over them. 

Everything was fine until he looked down at his watch and realised that he was running late. He ran out of the house as fast as he could before jumping into his car and sped out of his compound towards Jujutsu tech, failing to notice the cigarettes on his dashboard. Once he had arrived, he ran through the campus to your dorm room. Once he had reached, he froze with his hand about to make contact with the door, the seriousness of the situation finally dawning on him. He was going to meet his son for the first time ever. Oh no, he was shaking. He was trying his best to calm himself. He was finally going to meet his son. With a wide smile on his face, he gently knocked on the door.

His breath hitched when he finally laid his eyes on you. You looked absolutely breath-taking. You were wearing (Outfit of choice) and you looked stunning.

“Hi, Satoru,”

“H-Hi, y/n. You look…gorgeous.”

“Why thank you, you don’t look too shabby yourself,” You smiled at him as you watched a blush spread across his face.

“Th-Thank you.” he said, the most adorable smile spreading across his face.

“Kaito, someone’s here to see you!”

You watched as your son ran as fast as his stubby little feet could carry him. You had told him that his dad was coming to see him and although it took him a good minute to understand what you were saying, once he did, he was ecstatic. He was jumping up and down on your bed for almost the entire night before you told him Satoru wouldn’t  come if he didn’t go  to sleep. Knocked him right out. But what you were seeing right now was the complete opposite of his behaviour last night.

He was standing behind you, hiding behind your leg and glaring daggers at the man before him.

“‘Come on sweetie, say  hi,” The boy just looked up at you, back at Satoru, and then hid further behind your legs.

“Sorry, he’s shy,”

“No, no, it’s okay, I totally understand. Shall we get going then?”

“Sure, let me just get Kaito’s bag.” you said, rushing into the house and leaving your son at the door.

Kaito stared Satoru down, squinted his eyes, and then did that thing where you point two fingers at your eyes, and then at the person you’re looking at. Satoru was… taken aback to say the least. Little did he know, Shoko had been training the child to attack the man since you arrived at Jujutsu Tech. Well, as much attacking as a two-year-old who just learned how to walk and can barely speak can do.

***

“Kaito, you see that man over there?” she said to the boy she was cradling in her arms while standing behind a tree. He squinted, trying to spot Gojo, and looked back at Shoko, nodding his head. 

“Do you know who he is?” He shook his head no.

“Well you know how you love your mommy?”

“Uh-huh”

“Yeah, well that guy over there loves her too. Actually that’s your dad”

“Weally?! He squealed, eyes sparkling.

“Yes, but you know, he made your mama very, very, sad.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, but know that you're a big man, you have to protect mama yeah?”

“Mhm,” responded, understanding the task that had been bestowed upon him.

***

“Okay, I'm ready to go!” You said, picking up Kaito and closing the dorm door behind you.

“Let me help you with that, he said, taking the bag from you before leading you towards the car.

“Oh, do you have a car seat for Kaito?”

Gojo stopped in his tracks. Shit! How could he forget?! Oh no, he’s already a horrible father and now you hate him and Kaito hates him and he’s a failure and-

“If you don’t then it's alright, he can sit on my lap. It’s no problem.” you said, interrupting his train of thought, and thank God for that because he was spiralling.

“Alright then.” Thank heavens.

He opened the passenger door for you, placed Kaito’s bag in the back and ran to his side of the car.

He was about to say something when he looked at you and saw your eyes fixed on his dashboard. Holy Fuck, he didn't- clean the car. Holy fuck. 

“Oh -my I'm sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so so so sorry,” he kept on repeating, doing his best to clean it all up as fast as possible.

“It’s umm… it’s okay.”

He was in for one hell of a day.

*** 

Y/N Once you reached the amusement park, he ran to open your door for you again as you stepped out.

OK so I'm going through writer’s block and I'm so emotionally tired from stuff I have going on so I'm just gonna give highlights of the day, sorry 😘

Your day was…eventful to say the least. Although the tension was extremely high at the beginning of the day, as things progressed, things got more and more relaxed, and dare you say, you even enjoyed the outing. The same can’t be said for your precious little bundle of joy. You still remember when Satoru won a giant stuffed monkey hoping that he would like it since he noticed the one he was clutching between his stubby little fingies. Words cannot explain the amount of distress that rushed through him when the boy looked down at the toy in disgust and turned away. For fucks sake he couldn’t even win his own son a toy properly. He was such a failure. 

You looked up in his eyes and could already tell that he was beating himself up for it. But he just looked at you and gave you a small smile before going on with your day.

All wasn’t lost though. While you were walking through the park, Satoru noticed that Kaito’s shoes were untied, so he knelt down and tied them for him. While getting up, he gently patted the boys head, and he swears to all that is good and just that while he was turning back to continue walking, Kaito had a teeny weeny smile on his face, and that alone sent him to bed smiling.

For the first time in two years, Satoru had a good dream that night. No nightmares, night terrors, no flashback. Nothing but a peaceful dream of his adorable son and lovely wife.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Finally, took me long enough

@porridgesblog , @giannitaa , @c0pkiller , @havens-not-here

© gojos-fr-bae

[hayatoseyepatch]

hello sam pam (happy 500!!!)

want the full experience so i am on anon ( why was it was so hard to describe myself)

personality: she/her, intp, stem major. likes: spring, the beach, green apples, bears, cats, woody&earthy scents, short nails, indie games, peppermint tea, silver, watches, blue tights (that i recently got), smiskis, pineapple pizza. dislikes: the rain, food that's too hot, cherry flavored things, calling, wearing socks to sleep, card games. pet peeves: slow drivers, people who eat with their mouths open, talking during a movie, people who cut in line

fandoms: ive read/know all of the fandoms u listed except love&deepspace

tropes: so many but i will list fake dating and drunk confessions

type: someone easy-going and can take things slow

icks: people who cant hold a convo

idk what else...i will await ur verdict judge sam 🫡

Hi there undercover mootie ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ)!♡ I hinestly saw your trope and ran with it, I had so much fun. I hope you enjoy! MWAH

I'm gonna pair you with Jo Togame from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Jo Togame is more caring than I feel people give him credit for, we see it through his interactions with Sakura and Choji. He hangs onto your every word loving to talk to you about your interests. He loves just talking to you. He too hates someone who he cant just talk to. So the both of you could spend the longest time just talking, its ow he fell for you in the first place, getting to know you through your words and quality time.

⤜♡→ If you’re looking for easy going look no further than Togame. He is perfectly content to just enjoy your company. He doesn’t need much or have to have anything extravagant so long as he has you by his side that’s all he truly wants. Whether its just taking a stroll along the beach or sitting at home contentedly watching you play one of your indie games. He’s happy as long as he’s with you.

⤜♡→ I’m so glad you brought up earthy/woodsy scents because that’s exactly how I think Togame smells. Just this comforting scent of the outdoors not too powerful or overpowering, just a nice amount that you can smell as he holds you in his arms.

You blink the sleep from your eyes at the sound of your phone ringing, checking the clock you see it reads close to 01:30 am. Who could possibly be calling at this hour? Checking the contact you see that it was Jo. It was unusual for him to call you at this late hour, thinking something was wrong you scramble to answer it. “Jo is everything okay?” It’s silent on the other line, only for a moment before you hear his voice on the other end. His voice comes out slurred, obvious he had been drinking. “Babesss” He drawls, Togame always had a habit of calling you countless pet names. “Why aren’t you here, where are you?” You could hear the pout in his voice. Togame, the usual calm and collected one of the bunch tended to get a lot more loose when he drank, it was always amusing how especially clingy he became when it came to you. “Jo its almost 1:30 in the morning I’m in bed.” You can hear his whine, trying your best to stifle your laughter. “Well get out of bed, I miss you, come here. I wanna kiss your face.” That was new. You felt your face grow warm with the intentions behind his words.

As you were taking a moment to recover from his words, there’s a significant amount of fumbling on the other line. Sako’s voice rings through, definitely more sober. “I’m sorry about that we’ve been trying to keep him from waking you up.” You hear a lot of movement on the other line, no doubt Sako avoiding Togame’s confiscation of his phone, hearing his voice once more. “Sako, you ass give me the phone, I wanna talk to her.” To which Sako just lets out a burdened sigh. You giggle, shaking your head as you pull yourself out of bed. “It’s fine Sako, let me come take him off your hands, you guys are at the auditorium right?” After he confirms, you quickly grab your letterman, heading out the door to come pick him up. Once you arrive, you can see him perk up immediately, rushing over to you instantly. He wraps himself around you, placing a good bit of his weight on you as hangs off you, the impact knocking some of the wind out of you due to his large stature.

He smiles, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I missed you.” He mumbles, works slurred into your skin. You had a feeling it would take quite a bot to pry him off of you and he would be deeply regretting his actions in the morning with the hangover he no doubt would be having. After some minor convincing you managed to get him to leave with you. Taking him back to your apartment, you gave him some water and painkillers to try and prevent his head from splitting when he awoke. As you went to go set up the couch for yourself for the night, you feel his grip on your wrist, he tugged you into the bed with him. His body curling around your own. “Don’t leave me.” His words were so pleading, he was hanging on to consciousness as it was, so you decided to stay. He smiles as he rested his head on your chest. “I love you, I hope you know that. Wanna be with you for the rest of my life.” His words trail off and within moments his breathing evens out before soft snores fill the room. You lay there in shock from his words, but knowing even in this state that he meant them. You just hoped he wouldn’t be too embarrassed when you returned his confession in the morning.

[honeybeefae]

Valentine's Mini Fic // Rhysand

Please idk why these fics have started off with angst but I guess im just a sucker for a little hurt and comfort. Either that or I enjoy the drama lol! Enjoy the second mini-fic featuring our favorite High Lord! < 3 

WARNINGS: None

Trope: Fling Turns Into Something More

Sneaking around with a High Lord’s son was thrilling and dangerous, never knowing what exactly you would get led into but always willing to jump head first. Rhysand and you had met during a night out in Velaris, with both of you being almost too drunk to remember going home with each other. 

However that next weekend you both ended up in the same bar, with the same people, and for the last two months you’ve been seeing each other almost every other day. He had made it clear that it was a fling, never staying the night and never crossing the line from casual to something more.

And you couldn’t lie…the longer you saw him, the harder it got. You knew, you knew, you couldn’t have him. He was the next ruler of the Night Court, destined for greatness, and you were just one of his subjects. Your family wasn’t affluent in the political world, you held no real power.

It was doomed from the start but you couldn’t resist him. He had you from the moment he called you “Darling” in that deep, smooth tone. You were head over heels for a man who would forget you as soon as he ascended to his full potential. Reality was a hard pill to swallow but you’d rather have small moments than nothing.

Tonight was no different as you waited at the bar, swirling a cocktail around and around as your eyes kept glancing to the entrance. He was late but you didn’t stress, finishing the rest of your glass while making small conversation with the bartender.

But after your third drink and still no signs of him, you got worried. Had something happened? Was he in trouble? The questions were swirling around in your tipsy mind as you slid out of the barstool and manuevered through the crowd to get outside.

The cold air wrapped around you like a caress, sobering you up some as you started to look around for Rhys. There were small groups scattered across the road and alleyway but none of them had him lurking within them. You frowned and continued down the street, trying to convince yourself that everything was okay.

“Oh come on Rhys, you wouldn’t have entertained me this long if you weren’t interested.”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the sultry voice say his name, a terrible feeling growing in your stomach as you continued to listen.

“Sarra, darling-” Rhysand grunted, trying to get around her as you got closer. You could make out two figures, one much smaller than the other, pressed against a brick wall. The lamplight above your head provided just enough light to watch as her long, red nails ran down his chest.

“Don’t give me that look, darling. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you…I know you’ve missed me.” Sarra purred, molding her body against his. It made you physically sick.

Rhysand wasn’t yours, he never was, you told yourself that every single night…so why did it feel like your heart was bleeding out onto the wet cobblestone? 

A sob was trying to work its way out of your throat as you stepped back, scuffing your shoe and drawing the attention of the male who, for the first time since meeting, you did not want to see.

“Y/N?” Rhys called, furrowing his brows. You drew in a shaky breath and shook your head, cursing as a tear fell while you started making your way back home. 

“Damn it, Y/N! Y/N!” He shouted, pushing off the woman without a care and following after you. The people in the streets were watching, whispering to each other, but he didn’t care. “Y/N, stop!”

You ignored him, the image of the two of them burned into your eyes as you picked up the pace. It was only a few more steps to your door and luckily the streets were becoming more crowded, making losing him easier. 

But just as you unlocked your door and slipped inside, you felt a cool breeze wisp past you at the same time the smell of citrus hit your nose. A loud sigh blew past your lips as you shut the door, turning to glare at the next High Lord with all the contempt you could muster. 

However, when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the back wall, you looked pitiful instead. 

“What you saw out there-” Rhysand began but you held up your hand, closing your eyes briefly to take a deep breath.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Rhys.” You whispered, removing your shoes and coat. “I mean, you said from the start that this was casual. It’s silly of me to expect loyalty for a casual fling, right? We were always both free to do, to see whoever we wanted.”

His jaw was clenched as you brushed past him to your kitchen, grabbing a glass of water to calm down your racing heart. This was probably the last time you were going to see him and despite your true feelings, you didn’t want to end this on a bad note.

“Y/N…” He tried again, frowning as your hand shakily brought the glass of water to your lips. “That woman was someone I used to see, I was on my way to you when she stopped me.”

“Rhys, please,” You asserted, staring down at the counter. “I told you I understood. You can go back to her, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Are you?” 

The question, the sincerity in his voice, it broke what little resolve you had left. Why did he care? What did it matter anymore? You should’ve told him to leave, should’ve never gotten so involved with him.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as wave after wave of emotions washed over you. Rhys knew, his concern growing as the silence stretched and you didn’t so much as blink. He cautiously walked over to you and gently grazed your shoulder, calling out to you, and the dam holding everything back cracked.

“Why do you care?” You snapped, whirling around with hot tears stinging your eyes.  “This entire relationship you made it clear it was never more, that it could never be more. What do my feelings matter to you?”

“They have always mattered to me. How could you think they didn’t?” He insisted, pinning you between the counter and his body so that you couldn’t escape. “Do you think me that cruel?”

“I think of you as a High Lords' son, the future ruler of the Night Court. I think of us, of all the nights where you’ve left me alone after we’ve had our fun, and I think of how naive I am to wish for more.” You replied, the truth heavy on your tongue as you made eye contact with him for the first time that night. “My feelings shouldn’t matter to you. I knew what this was when I got into it. I knew one day it would come crashing down, that it might destroy me, and I thought I could handle it.”

Rhysand’s eyes filled with pain, his thumb brushing away a tear that was rolling down your cheek. You wanted to push him away, not wanting to fall any deeper in love but your heart knew you were already at rock bottom. 

“I wish I could say this was a mistake but despite how much I’m hurting…I know I will never regret knowing you, Rhysand. If this is how our story ends, if this is goodbye, please end it happily.”

You steeled yourself for the goodbye, biting down on the inside of your lip to try to keep yourself from breaking until he was gone, but were taken off guard when he bent down and claimed your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

His hands landed on your waist, his chest warm against yours as your lips molded perfectly against his own. You couldn’t stop your arms from wrapping around his neck, savoring his unique taste and the comfort his embrace brought you.

The two of you stayed locked together for several moments, time seeming to stop around you until he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Do you think I could kiss someone like that if I didn’t harbor feelings for them as well, Y/N Darling?” Rhys breathed into your ear, drawing small circles into your hips. “What we have between us…it has grown into something that has consumed my every waking moment. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you but I was afraid…”

“Afraid?” You questioned, your heart soaring at his words. It felt like this was all a dream but if it was, you didn’t want to wake up. You would gladly stay in this dream world with him forever. “Afraid of what?”

“What being mine would entail, the danger of my world.” His breath was warm against your cheek, those violet eyes staring into your soul. “I had half convinced myself you were better off without me…until I realized that I have been falling for you since the night we first met.”

Your hand came up and cupped his cheek, a small laugh bubbling out of your chest at the absurdity of his statement. Rhysand, the next ruler of the Night Court, was in love with you? You were truly going to have to pinch yourself all over.

“You cruel thing, do not laugh at me.” He smirked, tilting your chin up so he could look at you. 

“I’m not laughing at you, my lord.” You teased, gazing up at him through your lashes. “I’m laughing at this situation, I feel like I’m in a dream.”

“Well, I can promise you that you are not. Perhaps we can go upstairs and I can show you just how awake you are?” 

You grinned, rolling your eyes at his antics. The rollercoaster of emotions you had just been on had you feeling fatigued but you couldn’t resist his offer. There was just one thing you needed to hear again.

“Perhaps…but I want to hear you say it again.” You asked softly, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

Rhysand smiled lovingly, lifting you onto the counter so you were eye to eye. “Y/N Darling…I love you.”

Your heart was on its way to bursting out of your chest as you captured this memory in your brain, knowing you would replay it for the rest of your life. You kissed him fiercely, mumbling the same words back to him between kisses, as he carried you up the stairs and into bed.

[nerdysleepybunny]

Could you do a Hazbin Hotel fic where Alastor and Lucifer are furious at each other and they get into a big fight that everyone witnesses, and Alastor says something that hit hard for Luci and he goes back into his room or something, (just away from him). Charlie gets furious at Al and sends him to apologise, and Idk, Luci could be pushing Al and his apology away or something, and somehow, Al is still hurt from the fight with Adam, and there could be some fluff and all, a little angst. But absolutley NO smut or anything like that. ^^

I hope its okay for your limitations. And I hope you write it. Absolutely no rush or hate if you can't or don't want to. <3

APOLOGIES THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO! I hope it was worth the wait friend <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel Character(s): Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie (ft. Husk, Angel, Vaggie, Niffty) Reader: None TW: Arguing, mention of alcohol Style: Short story

Summary: Lucifer and Alastor get into an argument about how Lucifer isn't a very good father anymore. Afterwards, Charlie forces Alastor to apologize.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Angel Dust was tipsy, but sober enough to speak coherently. He was venting his frustrations to Husk, talking about how awful his day at work was. Husk listened quietly, his full attention on the spider, until he felt a familiar sense of dread. Husk could always sense Alastor before actually seeing him.

"Angel, Husk." Alastor greeted with his usual terrifying grin. Angel only waved him off, too much in his feels to flirt with him like he usually did. "Hey, boss." Husk muttered before quickly pouring Alastor his usual glass of whiskey. The sooner he pleased Alastor, the sooner he could be alone with Angel again; the way he liked it.

Once the overlord retreived his drink, he walked with satisfaction towards the lounge area, drowning out Husk and Angel's conversation starting back up. It was hard to focus on their silly troubles when his eyes caught onto Lucifer, who was sitting in Alastor's usual seat and conversing with Charlie and Vaggie.

"Ahem!" Alastor announces himself and interrupts the conversation, his smile turning more malicious towards Lucifer. "I believe you're in my seat." Lucifer immediately gets defensive. Charlie sees where this is going, but doesn't get a chance to intervene. "Your seat? This is my hotel! I can sit wherever I please." Alastor laughed. "Actually, this hotel belongs to Charlie and I! Isn't that right, dear?"

"Um... well-" Charlie tried, but was once again interrupted. "This hotel was built by my daughter, with my permission and last name." Lucifer was attempting to remain professional, but Alastor managed to get under his skin like no other. "And who helped physically build the hotel? Who kept the place safe and running smoothly?" Niffty, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, responded to Alastor's rhetorical question while sweeping along the floor. "Alastor did!" The tiny maid giggled and ran off after receiving a glare from Vaggie.

"And who is Charlie's father?!" "Well, it may as well be me with how absent you are!"

"But I'm back now! I'm trying!"

"But is it enough...?"

That question broke Lucifer. Was he enough? He looked at Charlie, his beautiful daughter. With friends and a partner by her side, and an entire business she's made almost entirely without him. Maybe Alastor was right, and nothing would even change if he left again. So he did.

Charlie stared in shock as Lucifer retreated upstairs, likely towards his own tower. Vaggie, arms crossed, was giving Alastor a dirty look that he completely ignored. "Nice going, puto." Charlie placed a hand on her lover's arm to calm her down before standing. "Alastor, you seriously shouldn't have done that..."

Alastor, being the selfish man he is, just hummed and took a seat on his chair. He took a sip of his whiskey before replying. "Well, it certainly got him out of my chair."

Charlie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Alastor truly this arrgogant (yes he is, my sweet naive princess)?! She quickly realized that she wasn't going to get through to him with her kind demeanor, so she put her foot down. "Alastor... as the princess of Hell, it is completely unacceptable for you to insult my father. Go apologize to him, now."

Alastor's smile faltered slightly, not used to being ordered around by Charlie of all people. But seeing her serious face and Vaggie's shocked yet proud look, he knew he had no choice if he wanted to stay on the princess' good side. With a sigh, he stood and placed down his whiskey. "Very well!" He then vanished in a puff of dark shadows, teleporting himself inside Lucifer's bedroom, the man in question angrily making a duck of Alastor before setting it ablaze.

"My, my... what a peculier way to spend your time!" Alastor commented almost mockingly as he looked around at all the ducks. Lucifer had to hold back from shifting to his demonic form out of anger. "You don't have permission to be inside my bedroom. Get out." He commanded, and Alastor almost would've been scared if it wasn't for the king's short stature. He teleported once again, now right next to Lucifer so he could place his arm on top of the angel's head. "No need for all that! I simply came to apologize for my rude words. How about we get a meal to make up for everything?"

"Apologize...?" Lucifer angrily took a step away from Alastor, not trusting him in the slightest. But food did sound good. And if his apology was sincere (which it wasn't), then maybe they could finally end all the fighting and bickering. "Fine." "Wonderful!"

If only Lucifer knew that Alastor meant Cannibal Town... (he's traumatized)

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[freezerprince]

i love taking adventure time figuratively in general but there's something very, very screwed and potent about f+c when you read simon petrikov as an addition allegory. Especially when you know how hard betty tried to "fix" him and know that it took her (a symbol of his life pre-crown and a catalyst to his insanity) ruining her own life trying to get him "back", reconnecting with him then, in a way, dying, to compell him to return to his sober, conscious state - but no more mentally stable than he was the first time he slipped. If anything, worse.

Then bring in the artistic success of a book he doesn't even remember writing (remember f+c was not the first book he wrote, with Betty, no less) to add insult to injury. Its relateable. Then his desperate attempts to psychically connect with Betty, when hes just had it shoved in his face again how he was "cooler" and more fun and made better stuff when he was under the influence, and failing so hard, is completely understandable.

Remember, Prismo doesn't control f+c and their world. Simon does. Simon manifested her as a real person. He did. It's HIS fault this is happening, even if he feigns ignorance. He did it deliberately, to affirm his decision. He made Fionna parrot back to him his OWN depressive spiral: paraphrased, "the magic is gone" "it was better before" "living like this isn't worth it", in the form of ANOTHER young girl on hard times who he ties himself into knots for trying to harness this "magic", that in his mind, is almost a necessity to have any chance at being able to bear day-to-day life. Remember how he called Marceline hours before he pulled Fionna out of his head, just to find out she didn't need him?

He's just fortunate he started to use Fionna to work through all his problems at the same time he was exacerbating them, and fortunate that it took her, however fictionalized, going from an excited participant and influencee of his intentions to relapse saying he was right, it was better before, we can't do this, to looking at him "before" and saying "wait, this is wrong, this is self-destructive, we shouldn't do this" to make him see that. When fionna got the magic back, everything was just even more horrifying, and she felt terrible about leading simon back into that, shoved into a freezer, metaphorically speaking. And that really makes sense to me idk. I get it. Idk how else to say it:

[lipglosscherrybomb]

Read my mind ~ P.P

Warnings: smut (18+), harsh words, dom!peter, sub!reader, drinking,degradation (just a bit…), parties, language. Also there may be some typos, lol.

Also idk what to write next so please submit ideas if u want :)

“Bad night?” You hear his voice speak, he’s sitting to your right, he sounds amused. You roll your eyes, annoyance cursing through your every bone. “Do you have an off switch?” You retort, setting down the bottle you picked up on your coffee table. It was helping you calm down while strangers misplaced everything around the apartment. Your parents were gonna be out for at least the rest of the week, not that it made much difference considering this apartment practically belonged to you. By this point your neighbors were entirely convinced you were an orphan. So the mess didn’t matter. Regardless it bothered you to know you’d have to clean up later, made you wonder why you decided to throw this party in the first place.

“I don’t have one, darling. You can search me if you want, thought. Just to make sure.” He winks at you, all your rage is suddenly replaced with disgust for him. “In your dreams, Parker.” You pick up the bottle once more, taking a pretty big swig. You didn’t even try to hide your hatred.

“Nah, my dreams are very different from this.” He says, your annoyance almost totally reaching its peak. “Want me to fill you in?” He smiles, smugly, getting comfortable on the couch. You take a deep breath intended to relax you, but it doesn’t. “No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me anyways.” You shoot a forced smile at his direction. Bringing the bottle back to your lips, this time letting the liquid sit on your mouth for a while, it burned a little and it didn’t taste great, obviously, but you didn’t care.

“in my dreams you’re screaming my name as i fuck the life out of you…think you can live up to that?” He whispers. He’s closer to you, possibly so he could make sure no one was listening and was certain you couldn’t miss it. You wondered how he got that close that fast without you noticing, if you had you probably would’ve pushed him away.

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your shock the best you could. Thankfully, you succeeded. “God, you’re drunk.” You push him away and no surprise, he falls back perfectly on the couch, doesn’t look like it hurt him in the slightest. “Maybe. Doesn’t make it any less true.” Making himself even more comfortable (as if he wasn’t already) he puts his feet up on your lap. Now you really were about to kill him. “You don’t look too sober yourself, princess.” He closes his eyes, relaxing. “Because I’m not.” You reply, simply. Pushing his legs off of your lap, making sure the black dress you were wearing wasn’t stained.

“That’s a pretty tight dress you’re wearing,” he sits up, smirking, his hair is all over his face. You then notice what he was doing as he got closer to you. His finger slipped under the strap on your shoulder tugging on it slightly, then letting go. There was a very small burn when it hit your skin but it didn’t hurt. Somehow it didn’t annoy you either. You must’ve missed a few seconds since he was now at your ear again. “You look like a whore” his voice is lower now, the way it was a few minutes ago. Except this time you didn’t wanna push him away. He must’ve felt you tense up or maybe he could somehow hear the way your heart was basically beating out of your chest because you could feel him smiling as he hovered still.

He stayed in his place, still over you. Suddenly you decided to tease back. Getting closer to him until you mirrored his actions, leaning over his ear as if you were to whisper something you wouldn’t want anyone else to hear. He was sadly mistaken. “You’re disgusting.” You whispered as your hands snuck up his chest then pushed him away. Covering up the fact that you found his comment attractive. Mentally torturing yourself for even thinking about him that way.

“You almost got me.” He laughs, throwing his head back on the couch and sighing. Your mind took over, following the overflow of lustful feelings you couldn’t believe were taking place inside you. Imagining all the things you wanted him to do to you. You took another swig, then realized that was the end of the bottle.

“Screw you.” You muttered as you stood up, walking away from the conversation as you felt Peter’s presence linger behind you. You left the room, picking up another bottle of alcohol, you weren’t sure what it was exactly, you just wanted to get drunk.

“That wasn’t very nice, y/n. Haven’t your parent’s taught you any manners?” He says sarcastically, you ignored him and the burning desire that only grew stronger by the second. “They weren’t ever around enough for me to catch on.” You retort with very little emotion in your tone, turning to the left and reaching your bedroom door slipping inside. You couldn’t give in. Ever.

You left the door gaping open. Not consciously, but you kind of wanted him to come in. He would make the night at least a little less boring. And if you were going to be honest with yourself, something you rarely let yourself do, you enjoyed his company.

Walking towards your bed, the room was completely dark, you weren’t planning on changing that. Thankfully nobody was drunk enough to start making out in your bed yet, so that was a plus. The smell of pumpkin spice that came from your lit candle hit you almost immediately. You laid on your bed, waiting for the brunette to follow you in.

“You’re kind of a brat, you know that?” His voice rings from the doorway. You turn lift your gaze up to where he was, noticing how he closed the door as he entered the room. You laid across your bed, your head hanging from the side so you faced the door. You saw him upside down, which caused you to break into a fit of laughter. “Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know.” You managed to say in-between laughs, sitting upright once again.

You could feel the intoxication filling you up. The room was now spinning and for some reason Peter didn’t seem frustrating or annoying as he seemed most of the time. You actually were enjoying his presence even if it wasn’t what you’d hoped for at all tonight.

“So…we’re alone.” He speaks up, awkwardly. Uncertainty coats his voice. “Nothing gets past you, huh?” You say, sarcastically. Drinking once again as if you weren’t already drunk enough.

“Well, aren’t you gonna kick me out? Throw a shoe at me or something? Hit me with a shovel?” Any of those options would’ve sounded awfully amazing to you a few minutes ago, but right now there was an ache in your body that you were convinced only he could satisfy. Maybe it was the alcohol…

“Why would i do that?” You offer him the half filled bottle with almost no emotion in your facial expressions. He accepts it, taking a few swigs before answering your question.

“Don’t you hate me?” He finally responds, placing the bottle on your nightstand. You follow his movements with your gaze barely moving your head at all as you felt his hand accidentally touch yours when it landed on the bed. That only lasted a few short seconds though, before he ripped it away to not risk annoying you. You took a deep breath, feeling his stare burn into you as you answered. “Only because you hate me.” You reply. You know he’s still looking at you, you’re very aware. But instead of returning the action, you just stare straight ahead, out your window. Attempting to ignore the fact that it feels like your heart might jump out of your chest at any second.

“I don’t hate you, y/n. Never did.” You weren’t able to hide the shock as you looked back at him, completely confused on how you’d convinced yourself all these years he did hate you and that you hated him back. He stares back at you, a soft gaze in his eyes, the same softness he used to speak. It drove you crazy.

“Yes, you do. I mean we’ve hated each other since-“ You were cut-off by the blank you drew in your head. You didn’t know exactly why you’ve hated him all those years and he wasn’t sure either. Turns out he never did actually hate you. “Can’t seem to remember, huh?” He laughs dryly at your confused expression.

“No, not really. Not at all.” You couldn’t believe all of the energy and time you’d have wasted over the years all based on a stupid fight you didn’t remember the cause of. “You owe me. After everything you’ve said to me over the years, you owe me.” He jokes, shoving me playfully. ‘I think this is the first time we’ve ever gotten along.’ Was the only thought that could reach you.

“Yeah? Don’t worry. I’ll strip for you later. That should do it.” You shot back, laughing along with him, only now he was staring at you more seriously instead of laughing. You wondered why the sudden change of mood but you finally realized why when his lips were on yours. You both fell into an instant rhythm, his hands were now tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him almost like he couldn’t get enough of you. He tasted of alcohol and mint. You figured he chewed gum or something earlier. You couldn’t help the sea of thoughts rushing through your head as he deepened his kiss. Making your head spin. You couldn’t think straight.

“Y/n” he whispered against your lips. It was getting heated now and you knew exactly where it was going. You whined at the loss of contact for a moment. “Yeah?” You replied, you would say yes to just about anything to feel him again. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready. You know that, right?” His tone was soft, sweet. His gaze fixated on your eyes, he tucked your hair behind your ear, repeating the action a few more times. He was never ill-intent that’s something you liked about him.

“I want you, Peter.” He smiled, crashing his lips against yours once again. He drove you crazy with anything he did. His lips left your mouth, you cursed the feeling only for it to be replaced with something else. His lips were now all over you, so fast you couldn’t keep track. All he wanted to do was take off the dress you were wearing no matter how good it looked on you.

You threw your head back as pleasure coursed through your veins. Something you could only describe as the color red.

You missed his next move when all of a sudden you were strangling his lap. His hands tugged at the strap of your dress, he started to take it off, kissing every part of you as he held you even closer to his body. “Tell me to stop and i will.” He said as he tried to catch his breath. Wasting no time to get back to work again. In an attempt to regain contact, you began to position yourself closer to his right thigh, he had no idea what you were about to do. There was a bulge growing in his pants, one you noticed was already there as soon as he saw you in that dress you wore.

“Fuck…” he moaned against your skin. Grabbing at your hips as you kept your slow speed, knowing the effect you had on him, you knew he was hating the fact that you weren’t taking him right now and all you were doing at the moment was teasing him. You kept getting yourself off, rocking back and forth as you rode his thigh, you were driving him crazy. His mouth gaped open in pleasure as you tangled your hands in his hair. “You’re killing me, y/n” he moaned against your skin. You took the opportunity seeing as your hands were in his hair, deciding to pull his hair and force him to look at you. You got closer to his lips, he tried to lean in but you dodged him. Going straight to whisper in his ear. “Do something about it.”

“Such a tease.” He rolls his eyes, frustration is very much present in his voice. He now has you on your back. Your breath hitches. Now you can feel him all over you, his passion seemed to double up, now he was intense. You liked it. You wanted him.

Caught up in your thoughts you must’ve missed the part when he took off your dress, you were now in your black lace underwear, and your matching bra. You sat up slightly, leaning back on your shoulders. He was on top of you, kissing up your thighs, everywhere except where you wanted him to. Serves you right for teasing him this entire time.

“All this…” you watched as he traced his fingers up your leg, reaching your ass, grabbing you harder and pulling you towards him even more. God, he was driving you insane. “You’re such a slut.” He laughed lowly. You knew he wanted to piss you off, but it only made you want him more, and you’re pretty sure he knew this.

He lowers his head, almost like he read your mind. Almost like he understood how bad you wanted to feel him on you. His hands slip off your underwear so subtly that you almost wondered how many times he’d done this before, even though you knew you were his first. Your sight was beautiful. Peter Parker at your mercy, buried in between your thighs licking and kissing his way into your every thought, until he was all you could feel and his name was all you could get out.

“Oh my god.” You threw your head back in pleasure, you felt like your elbows wouldn’t be able to hold you still for long. “God’s not here, baby.” He replies his thumb circling your clit as endless waves of satisfaction filled your every sense. He comes up to kiss you, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. A similar moan escaped his lips. You shove him back slightly, your hands reaching the end of his shirt pulling it over his head and throwing it blindly behind you. Guessing it was somewhere around along with the dress you wore previously and he had taken off so desperately.

The shift he had done to be able to kiss you resulted on him now being positioned on top of you, his clothed bulge only growing against his pants as he kissed you passionately and now thanks to his change in position you could feel him against your dripping core. You make him aware of what you want as a moan escapes from your lips, your mouth gaping open as your hands wonder in between the two of you, cupping his length. He let’s out a frustrated groan, wanting you to stop teasing him already.

“Get on your knees.” He pulls his lips away from yours, somehow he was so soft spoken yet so commanding at the same time. Every little thing he did or said made you imagine all the things you wanted him to do to you. Things you knew you wouldn’t let anyone else do. Only him.

Without wasting much time you shove him off completely, sitting him at the edge of the bed. Taking you seconds to get on your knees in front of him. His eyes followed your every move, your hands sliding up his thighs. The wet spot you left on his jeans a little while ago was still prominent. Arousing Peter even further as the slow torture of your movements took over his brain.

His hair was all over his face, His gaze was intense, demanding of your attention. You looked up at him as your hands took a life of their own, undoing his pants and tugging at them, Peter lifted up a little so it would be easier for you to take them off along with his boxers. His erection springing free. You widen your eyes at his size even though you’re honestly not that surprised.

“I want to see bruises on those pretty knees of yours, let everyone know you’re mine.” He speaks lowly, his words only giving you motivation as your mouth slowly lowers into his piece, taking almost all of it before it hits the back of your throat. You lift your head, your painfully slow movements making him fall apart right in front of you.

His fingers lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “C’mon baby. I know you can do better than that.” His voice is teasing, he knows how to rile you up. He knows how to increase your desire for him.

You lower your head once again, your head bobbing up and down in repetitive movements. Moans escaped from his lips, his hands flying to your hair as your eyes watered. He tugged on your hair and you took that as encouragement. His fist closed around your hair, “fuck, y/n, you look good on your knees for me.” His mouth hovers over your ear as you continue to please him. Gripping on to his thighs for leverage, for a sign this was actually happening. “We should do this more often.” He whispers. The sight of you so eager to take his cock was only getting him closer and closer to finishing.

He suddenly lifts you up from his length, your eyes meeting his in confusion. “You ready?” He speaks ins low voice, more soft, caring. A tone you weren’t used to hearing. “Just fuck me already.” You matched his tone. Your hands reaching back to unhook your bra, the material instantly falling to the floor along with the rest of your clothing.

His eyes fall to your body as you walk closer to him, immediately he pulls you closer, kissing in between your breasts, leaving hickeys on your neck as if he were to mark his territory. Finally he pulls you in for a kiss locking his lips with yours before lifting you up and sitting you on your desk. Thankfully you had very little taking up space.

The cold hit your hit your body, making you suck in a sharp breath in surprise. Peter pulled back, looking at you in concern for a moment to make sure you weren’t in pain. “Just the cold.” You explain, breathing heavily. And pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Beg for it.” He says, pulling back. The smugness on his face almost made you slap him right then and there, you probably would’ve if it had been earlier in the night. But right now all you wanted was him.

You nodded, attempting to keep at least a little dignity seeming as you were falling apart at his doing. He pulled your head closer, his lips almost touching yours. “I need words, baby.” He whispers in between two of you. Knowing how much power he held in this moment and enjoying the temporary switch.

“Fuck me, please. I wanna feel you so bad. Please.” You whined, ignoring the previous desire to tell him to go fuck himself. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He didn’t waste a second before pushing himself into you. Your hands flying up to his shoulders as your head fell forward into his chest. Your moan being ten times louder than what he’d expected. He didn’t pull out yet. Letting you catch your breath.

His hands held you steady, resting on top of your upper thighs. Your throw your head back, the momentary shock starting to come down. One hand sneaked up your neck, lightly choking you as he pulled you closer. “You need to try and keep quiet for me, darling. Think you can do that?” He teases, tilting to the side. “As long as you don’t move your hand,” you say. “…and fuck me harder.” He smirks, applying pressure to your neck as your eyes fluttered closed.

He started to fuck you mercilessly. Going in and out in a rapid pace that made the desk shake under you. You didn’t want it to break but honestly at this point you didn’t care. You tried your hardest to contain your moans, heavy breathing and Peter’s low moans filled up the room as you held onto his body.

“Anybody ever fucked you like this?” He asks you, releasing your neck to allow you to answer him. The question was left on the air as the overwhelming pleasure fogged your head. “I asked you a question, you fucking slut.” He kept his fast pace, you came back down to earth as he kept getting rougher and rougher with you. “No, Peter. Only you.” You finally answer, his hand reaching in between the two of you to stimulate your clit. You were pretty sure you were about to cum.

“You’re such a whore for me. Letting me touch you like this.” He whispers into your skin, mouth buried in your neck, his hands reaching your tits. He gripped at your body extremely hard. The pain and pleasure making you get closer and closer to reaching your high. “Say my name.” He whispered in your ear. God, he’s gonna be the death of you. “Peter.” You moaned lowly, his pace not slowing down one bit. “Louder princess. I want every guy out there to know who’s fucking you so good right now. I want them to know who you belong to.” His words made you fall even further into his grip, he was the only thing holding you in one piece as he absolutely shattered anyone else’s chance of ever living up to this moment. “Peter.” You moaned even louder at his request. His lips slamming into yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

You separated the connection. “I’m gonna cum.” You whined, your legs wrapping around his body.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” And with his approval, you did, letting him keep going until he finished as well a few seconds after you.

You threw your head back against the wall, letting yourself come down from your high. Peter stood in front of you, still positioned in between your legs as he caught his breath.

“How do you feel?” He asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you breathed heavily. “Like I’m ready for this stupid feud to be over.” You replied.

“Good. Me too.” He says in between breaths, his hands resting on the desk at both sides of you.

“What are we gonna do now?” You ask, a smile coming up your lips.

“Be with me.” He says smiling fully. Crashing his lips into yours for another kiss.

“I’d like that.”

[clarrissanewt]

Heyo, I dont know if you do headcannons but if you do could you please do (separately) boyfriend midoriya, bakugo, torodoki and kaminari x drunk reader their reaction to trying to get her home and she just keeps saying "I have a boyfriend" I just think its cute, Have a nice day:) tyy

I've a Boyfriend

this boy had almost lost it. he did tell you that it was a 'shitty fucking party' and there was no way in hell he was going to be there.

"I'd rather do the shitty paper work in Jeans office."

he did that.

little did he know you were capable of bigger explosions.

it was shitty hair who called him at midnight to pick you up. at first he was surprised why shitty hair sounded so sober. but holy crap, he realised it was you sounding too drunk in the background.

you can't fight me, he grumbled 'shitty woman, shitty fucking party,' the whole way.

you were shouting your heads out, something like 'there's nOTHING HOLDING ME BACK!!' and shitty hair beside you looked goddamn worried for his life.

bakugou's first words were 'oi, dumbass, come'. but you just squinted at him like a bright child of seven, tip-toed towards him and poked a solid finger on his chest.

"it's muscle-y," you giggled

it was cute stupid for bakugou

"home. now."

"but, i've a boyfriend. hands off!"

either shitty hair didn't find it funny or if he did, his rock ass was hiding it well.

bakugou was like 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️ 🧍‍♂️

'you come or i'll blast you, shitty woman'

you looked back at kirishima as if asking him who this angry pomeranian was

kirishima just gave you the best drunk yet consoling smile he could

not you rethinking your life choices

'are you sure, you are my...boyfriend?'

bakugou was like yeah, dude, wtf

you were never going to any party without him

poor baby was in realms of despair. he had never seen you so drunk till throat before.

i bet he told you some all might jokes to remind you who he was

idk i see him calling all might for advice

but you were just like 'talking broccoli, i've a boyfriend'

this was his fault, in his opinion, that he took his eyes off you for a minute, and the next second everything went like WHAM and there you were, standing alone, all the hundred glasses which made a pyramid before you decided they should not at your feet.

he was like 'shit', corrected himself that it's vulgar (like what, izuku) and rushed to help you step out of the mess.

you told him whatever the fuck was in the glass tasted good.

that brings us to the present, two hours after your bam-wham-i'm-drunk-man episode. you had perhaps emptied all the alcohol.

you had your purse clutched in a death grip as you slashed it through the air. a sword? perhaps.

izuku just sighed, did some natter-natter into his palms and decided to take out his phone.

'doesn't these two look like you and me?'

boi has brains

you were like suspiciously yes

izuku had a whole page dedicated to what-to-do for this um, emergency

idk he might be like 'should i steal my old man's credit card?'

like shoto, you gotta take her home, not bring her more booze

he would perhaps be sitting on the floor of the bathroom, while you were crouching from the bathtub and twisting the part of his hair.

that's a cANDY CANE

and also, i don't see him getting drunk.

'do i get soba here?' like no shoto you don't

it would take him half an hour to get you out of the bathroom. you were clinging onto his hair like a koala

'can we go home, y/n?'

you were like, 'yeah, bro, go home, i'm good. i've a boyfriend.'

and for a second shoto was like broken. you had a boyfriend who's not him?

screwed. royally screwed

idk who needs consolation at this point

'i swear upon my old man's credit card and cold soba, i love you, y/n.'

he would just go on a silent mode after that like imagine his internal turmoil is very much like lying on a floor flooding with tears

welcome to the hell ride

man would be as drunk as you if not more

also I don't see him asking you to come home. why to come home when you can bankrupt kacchan by drinking his money off

kacchan's couch's armrest is comfy. he would be sitting on it, high on whatever aqua regia kacchan bought.

you were sitting slouched on denki's arm, giggling with him

'you know, i've a boyfriend'

you have a boyfriend? denki heard that.

'i've a girlfriend too'

but denki knows your boyfriend can't be hot (think again, kaminari, this isn't a goddamn test)

you both bickered for like the whole night about whose love interest is better.

until kacchan decided that you both were migraine parasites trying to get inside his head

idk he would probably kick you both out of the house, and kirishima and sero would be there with you both because lost kids needs angel god guardians.

totally bad choice, kacchan, you gotta be the mum of the group and take those four drunk ass kids to their home.

you said you have a boyfriend again?

fucking dumb pikachu and his dumb girlfriend

next time kaachan is always over both of your heads. like nope, adios, you both are not getting drunk again

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The Vampire King's Religion

Soft Dark! Vampire King! Steve Rogers x Human! Religious! Reader

Chapter 13

Series Warnings: Soft dark Steve, obsessive/possessive behavior, forced marriage, talks of blood, talks of feeding, death, eventual smut, eventual kinks, +18 minors DNI, maybe a little bit of dubious consent idk yet. This will be a soft DARK story so read at your own will.

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“Please, you have to protect her.” The woman begs.

Steve’s not heartless, he understands where the human women is coming from. The kingdoms protection is unlike any other. But this is why they can not just hand it out to everyone that wants it, but to the few that have earned the kings favor, they are protected assets impeccably. The kingdom can only interfere with the land when crimes cross the species line, otherwise, the jurisdiction lines within that county to oversee justice, its a way to keep the peace, to give some power to the people, to not let the kingdom have full control, even if they do.

“We can not just give protection to everyone.” Steve shakes his head.

The women starts to cry, rubbing her swollen belly, “You told me you would protect me.”

Steve sighs, “Yes and we will. But that protection does not spread.”

“Then i’ll give her mine.” The women sobers up a bit, “I have your favor right? I’ll transfer that to her. Please? Please.”

Steve watches the women he gave favor to all those years ago for saving his best friend cradle her growing belly, no doubt her child due any day now. He hasn't seen the women in quite awhile, and was surprised when Nat told him she was here to see him.

“Stevie.” Bucky grabs his shoulder, gaining his attention. They have a silent conversation with their eyes. No one has ever transferred their protection to someone else, though, nothing is like a mothers love for her child. Steve nods to his friend, turning back to the women, “Alright.”

He see’s the relief, it’s instant, her face more relaxed, her shoulders fall. She looks up at him gratefully, “Thank you.” She whispers.

It’s very rare that he ever has to come to the human domain of his rule, usually only instances like now, where he must cross over to get to another domain. They, unlike many other domains, tend to keep to themselves, staying away from the kingdom and their help. Unlike the fairies, bless them, who always feel they need more land. It seems like today, is another one of those times. He spent a few hours discussing this with their council, coming to an agreement to give them a few more acres of forest, in exchange of letting the mermaids into their waters.

He’s walking back through the forest, about to cross over into the human domain, when he first sees you. He knows who you are, almost instantly. You have the same eyes as your mother, same hair as well. He’s had people keep an eye on you. Had people watch you as he has people watch over everyone under his protection, though, this is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on you.

You're reading a book, leaning against the window. He can tell you don’t notice him along the tree line when you look up. You are completely unaware as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and go back to your book.

Steve believes he fell in love with you then. How innocent you looked while gazing out the window. How simple your beauty was as you mouth the words your reading. He imagined you reading in his library, perched on his lap, as his fingers comb through your hair instead.

For the first time in a very long time, Steve felt his heart skip a beat while watching you.

Ever since that first day, catching you reading, Steve has found himself drawn to you. He watches as you go through your everyday routines. He see’s how kind you are, how mesmerizing your smile is. He watches you cook for your father and pray before bed each night. But his favorite view, is right here, watching you read where he first saw you. He favorite time is when the sun starts to set and the fairies start to appear, how you always look up with such admiration. The sparkle you get in your eye as you watch them, the small smile that paints your beautiful lips without you knowing. Steve finds himself thinking of those moments the most as he goes about his days, his favorite moments, with his favorite girl.

Steve needs you. He’s known for awhile that he needs you.

Everyday it gets harder and harder to leave you, though, you don’t even know he’s there.

He longs to feel your touch, your skin. He yearns to be able to kiss your lips and burry his face in your neck. He’s waited centuries to find a mate, a true mate, and he’s finally found that in you.

He’s held off for so long because he knows. He knows the side glances he will cause by finally getting you. A vampire king, choosing a human mate. It’s not normal, but Steve doesn't care.

His plan, however, needed more work than just that. Your father is the head of the church, haven taken over after your mothers father passed. He know’s if he were to try and go about it the proper way, introducing himself to you and making his intentions clear, it would never work. He would never get close enough to try.

No, his plan need precise detailing.

And it’s finally finished. He’s finally going to get what he’s wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you.

He’s finally going to get what he deserves.

He had to go through the motions, that’s what Nat said.

He just has to go through the motions, act like he’s searching high and low for a wife, before he can ultimately decide on you.

“If you choose her right off the bat, it will look suspicious.” The red headed vampire chastises him in the library.

“I’m tired of waiting.” Steve grumbles. He’s waited far enough. Been patient long enough. He deserves you. He needs you.

Nat rolls her eyes at his childish behavior, “Its two more weeks Steven.”

“Fine.” He bites out, knowing she's right even if he doesn't like it.

But he’s so close to getting you, so close to getting what he’s dreamed of since first seeing you, that he knows, these next two weeks will be the longest go his life.

And when he finally has you in his arms, he’s never going to let you go.

You’re walking along the stoned path of the gardens, trying to get some fresh air, having been basically glues to Steve’s side since the attack on your life.

The attack on your wedding night.

A shudder runs through you as you remember what almost happened, what could have happened if Steve hadn't of stopped it.

You’re trying to remind yourself that he’s the enemy, that you're in this situation because he forced you hear, but when you saw the pure horror on his face, the true panic that you could have been hurt, you felt nothing but fondness for the vampire.

He has tried to make things accommodating for you. Tried to help you as much as you have allowed him to. The punishments, the few you've gotten, haven't been how you believed.

Pleasure.

That’s what you got. Steve punished you with pleasure.

You’ve felt yourself reaching for him now, seeking him out for comfort. You don’t know when you started seeing him as anything other than your captor, but the rush you feel when you know you're going to see him makes your blood warm and your heart race with anticipation.

A snap from behind you makes you stop walking, looking around. You don’t see anything.

Perhaps you imagined it.

You continue walking, continue thinking of your husband, trying to sort through your new feelings, only to hear another snap. But again, as you look around, you don’t see anything. You grip the bottom of your dress in your hands, speeding up your walk as you turn back to the palace.

As you reach the exit of the garden however, you notice it’s blocked. Your heart starts to race, fear coercing through you, someone else is in here.

You don’t have time to search for another exit as you are hit from behind by something heavy, blackness clouding your vision until you're out cold. When you come to, the smell around you is familiar, musty and humid.

You have to blink a few times to get the fogginess out of your eyes, wincing from the pain in your head. You’re sitting on a chair, hands tied behind your back, the rope rubbing the skin of your wrists raw. As your vision returns, you look around at the dark room you’re in, trying to adjust to where you are.

A bright light is turned on, hindering the ability, but you don’t need to look around to see where you are, not when the voice that follows the light makes your skin crawl and blood cold.

“Look gentlemen.” Your fathers voice rings in your ear, “Our lovely guest has finally awoken.”

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[tanzmajor]

she might let you stay (but just for the night)

fandom: spider-man

pairing: otto octavius/reader (college au) summary: you make sure otto is okay after norman abandons you two at a party. warnings: slight hint at abusive childhood. it's literally only one sentence idk. i guess fluff counts as a warning! it's just mad cute. also like one sentence with suggestive themes. word count: 1.1k

the fic is also on ao3! find it here.

authors note: SO i actually have a whole bunch of college au things where the reader is a childhood friend of norman and him and otto go to college together and share a dorm room idk if people are interested i'll flesh them out and turn them into a mini-series! no one is immune to doc ock <3 (college au is probably set in the 70s? im shit at math. anyways small otto looks like alfred molina in any movie from '95.) shoot me an ask if you're interested! i love feedback <3

He is going to regret this in the morning – when he closes his eyes he can feel the start of a headache creeping into every corner that it can reach.

You’re sitting on the edge of his small bed, slipping your chunky high heels off of your feet – rubbing a hand across one ankle to get rid of the pain of walking in them for too long.

He has a hand on you, his thumb tracing down the curve of your spine – the part that leads down to your tailbone. And then, his knuckles brush up the same path his thumb went down on. It’s a repetitive movement. He’s self-soothing as he lays behind you on the bed.

He is buzzed – not drunk, but intoxicated enough to make any movement, sound or words you give him want to hold you until he forgets everything bad that’s ever happened to him.

You let out a sigh, a movement that makes his eyes flicker up from the small of your back to the curve of your face that’s hidden from him.

He is beyond fucking tired. But he doesn’t have the heart to tell you this – you’re too pretty right now, and he just wants five minutes of quiet with you before you get dragged into anything else by Norman or whoever else might need you.

You’re such a good fucking person. Helping everybody out however you can. He admires you – and is thankful for every day and every night that he gets to spend by your side. He’s still unsure about what you see in him, but he won’t ever question it. If you’ll give yourself up to him - he promises to love you until there is no longer an earth left to love on.

He has told you things that he never meant to share with anyone. He was planning on taking his father with him to the grave – but when you looked at him, and held him, the words just stumbled out of his mouth before he could catch them.

Norman is spending the night god knows where – and for once Otto is alright with it. Norman can fend for himself. He just wants to get a hold of his girlfriend and go to bed.

He can still feel the alcohol, it heats up the dorm room and makes him feel more spent than he actually is. The small lamp on his night stand no longer does its job right – the lightbulb almost at its end and doing little to nothing to illuminate your face to him. But it’s alright – he’s content because your face has left a lasting impression on his occipital lobe.

“You’re drunk.”

You place the other shoe down against the wood of the bed, and push your summer dress up so that you’re no longer sitting on the colorful fabric. He has given up on trying to pretending to be somewhat sober, so he puts an arm across his forehead and watches you undress. Your see-through tights meet the same fate as your shoes, and you finally turn to him.

You lean over to him, pushing one of your legs up so you can rest on the bed a bit better – your hand buried into the foamy texture of the mattress right next to his shoulder as you push his curly dark hair out of his face.

“You alright?”

“’M okay.”

You take a hold of his glasses between your fingers as he mumbles, and it’s the only reason why he remembers that he still has them on. He blinks a couple of times, adjusting to his lowered eye-sight and looks at you. You place the glasses on the night stand, and move back to him. Your face wears a small smile and your gaze drops to his shirt – he’s still wearing the same button-up that he’s been wearing all day. Even at the party.

Your fingers crawl up to the first button, right underneath the collar and you pop it open. It’s a trained movement – you’ve done it before so many times. Especially on this shirt as it’s one of his favorites. He wears it a lot.

“Are you sure you want to sleep in this? I don’t mind helping you change –“

He grabs a hold of your hand, lacing your fingers quickly with his before you can say or do anything else.

“I’m okay – just, lay down with me?”

You nod, a breathless ‘Okay’ leaving your mouth as you wait for him to get comfortable, and he scoots over in his bed – it’s a normal, terribly stiff dorm bed that he can barely squeeze into due to how tall he is.

You turn off the lamp on the nightstand before you feel his arm shifting and brush against your hip in order to stretch across the pillow on his bed – holding it open so you can rest on his chest like you always do when you spend the night.

You two have done this before. You try to spend the night as often as you humanely can – without taking a hit at your college education. Perhaps this is what your mother warned you about – to not get involved with men, as they will only diminish your education with their ways. But then again, who really was in control of the situation? You swore Otto’s been a bit more distracted with you lately.

Maybe you should schedule this with him – because if you two kept going at it like this? You would never get out of bed. You know his bed by heart. The linen cover is practically carved on to your skin by now. (Just like the feeling of his hands when he grabs your thighs and slides his face between them –)

You lower your cheek onto the edge of his shoulder, right where the plane of his chest starts and you throw an arm across him, having a nice and gentle grip on the smooth fabric of his shirt. His arm curls around you, resting on your shoulder as you feel him lay his chin on the crown of your head. It’s dark in the room now, and the small window barely gives any room for the light of the night sky that’s trying to claw it’s way inside.

He’s always so warm and never cold – unlike you.

But you have a feeling that things will turn out alright. It’s impossible to save the world in one day, so you were just going to make sure that for now, at least his world was okay.

And you two escaped another college party – successfully. That had to count for something.

[kariuann]

When He's Gone

huhuhu i love you all, thank u for supporting this series

idk how many parts this is

but I will complete this

warning: cusses, usage of alcohol

synopsis: Lucifer undergoes several changes after the argument, and when Mammon goes missing, his brothers try to find him.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“Ya wanna know why I’m doin’ all of this, DEAR brother?!”

“It’s my fucking sin, dammit!”

“Ya made me like this, DEAR brother!”

“I SHOULD’VE NEVER FOLLOWED YA!!”

“…!”

Lucifer sprung up from his deep slumber as his mind recalls what his younger brother said. He grunts as he looks up from his window. It was still too early to wake up.

Since then, Lucifer has been a mess.

Every single night he would have the same nightmare, and he would have great difficulties going back to sleep once again. That caused his form to be much more disheveled than what he tries to maintain, and by then he became a lot colder to his own brothers. The others couldn’t even find it to themselves to join him in meals, except for Beelzebub.

He was much worse at RAD, too.

He became the last one to attend to meetings, he kept glaring to everyone he would meet, and the demons surrounding him were beginning to flee once they saw him, in fear that he would try to kill them on the spot. Barbatos, being the observant he is, noticed this drastic change as soon as it started, and he would always report it to the young master.

The purgatory hall members were starting to get a little concerned, too. One time, they held a private meeting alongside the other brothers. It was then that they found out the cause of all this.

“Where’s Mammon?”

The brothers were silent once Simeon asked. Mentioning his own name sparked their memories of what happened that day, how Mammon finally lashed out on his own brother. Finally, Asmodeus spoke.

“We haven’t seen him in days.”

Silence then followed afterwards, growing heavy as minutes pass.

“We don’t know where he went, or what’s he doing right now… I’m starting to get worried…”

It was clear to the purgatory hall members that whatever happened on that day made a huge impact to the others, seeing as Beel would eat much less and Asmo would grow dark circles under his eyes. Barbatos opted to tell them the cause, which they managed while trying to hold back their tears.

“It was all my fault! If I hadn’t insulted him so many times already this would never happen!” Levi broke, choking into sobs. Satan tried to calm him down.

“It’s not just you, Levi. I, too, admit that I am part of what happened…”

“Still, though, where did Mammon go?”

It was decided that they look for the white-haired man, with Diavolo granting them permission to cut classes. They tried to look at every place he would go, to all the casinos, Ristorante Six, they went to almost every part of Devildom but there was still no sign of him. Seeing as it’s already late in the night, they decided to retreat for now.

Back in the House of Lamentation, inside his room, Lucifer was observing his brothers return from their search. Holding his bottle of Demonus, he walked towards his scattered paperwork and turning up the volume of his cursed CD player. He could only watch as his pride stops him from doing anything.

“I should’ve NEVER followed you!!”

“Aaaagh!”

Sounds of shattering glass could be heard across his very messy room. Puddles of Demonus could be seen everywhere, staining the papers beside a very sober inhabitant. He could only wince as Mammon’s voice keeps ringing on his head.

Guilt was starting to swallow him, pain continually growing inside his chest. But he knows it was nothing compared to what Mammon suffered almost every day. He feared that he would lose another member of his family, an important member he’s so fond of since his times in Celestial Realm, and all of it was his fault.

It was high time his pride shattered.

Where could Mammon be? If his brothers couldn’t find him anywhere, then where was he? Well, there was still one place the brothers didn’t check, and that was the place where they all fell. In there, Mammon bawled his eyes out to the point that he was having a hard time breathing. At one point, he passed out.

But when he woke up, he realized where he needed to go. To the only place where he could be safe, where he could feel that he was loved. The human world.

There were ways of getting there, and he was not about to walk all the layers of Devildom. He would use the old method he usually does when witches would call him, and he wants to see you so much that he thinks it’s the only way.

Though prohibited, he was to break rules once again.

As soon as he got there, he heaved a sigh of victory. He thought that if he were to be in your arms again, he wouldn’t have to go back to the Devildom and face his brothers. Even if he was forced to go back, he would try to make a way to come back to you. You were his soulmate, his lucky charm, his treasure. He would never allow anyone to stop him from reaching you.

You were on the balcony one night when a crow fell right on your head. Thinking it was another of Mammon’s familiars, you quickly headed inside to write a letter.

“Y/N!”

“Mammon?!”

There he was, your first guy, sobbing into your arms.

You tried to calm him down by stroking his head, just like he loved it back in the Devildom. You never saw him tremble so much and cry so much, and when he started to calm down that was your moment to strike.

“What happened…?”

“L-Lucifer… He…”

He tried to answer as he held back sobs. The pain was just too much for him to bear.

“Why don’t we head outside? Have a little walk?”

As much as he wanted to rest with you, he didn’t have the energy to refuse. He quickly wiped his tears and brought his trademark shades to cover his puffy eyes. Both of you walked slowly hand in hand, content in the peace surrounding you both. Mammon knew it was the right thing to come to you, you really know how to make him feel better.

You both sat by the cold, grassy ground in a nearby park, and from there you could see the view of the city lights. You tried to divert Mammon’s attention to something else, and both of you had fun talking random stuff into the night.

When it was time for you to leave, you both turned around to see three figures standing in front of you. All were familiar, and all were looking at the now trembling white haired guy. One person in particular glared at him straight, with black hairs into a mess you’ve never seen before.

“Found you, dear brother.”

Part 3 coming soon!

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[hpalways]

genshin boys confessing to you

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters included: Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya

Warning: Nothing ( Except for the fact this is the first time I’ve written something like this LOL. I apologize if this is not how you write scenarios/hcs cus uhhh idk)

Childe/Tartaglia

He wasn’t sure how to go about it. Maybe it was the way he had held himself back from you for so long -- hiding his true self like the two faced bastard he truly was. 

For the entirety of his life, he spent on the idea of chaos. Now that love had been introduced to him, it was like another new field of adventure for him to overcome. 

The last thing he expected in his lifetime was to experience romance. Albeit, you were there, wrapping him around your finger, alluring him in wholly. He had enough of his feelings eating him away, and knew that he had to confess tonight. 

You were brought to the Liyue Harbor at night. The golden lights illuminating the city was beautiful and it mesmerized you instantly. But to him? You were the more beautiful than the stupid structures that made him feel homesick. To him, you were home. 

You asked him what was wrong, but he merely shook his head, a small smile adorn on his lips to cover the fact that he was getting unnerved. 

“Come, dear Comrade. Let’s go closer to the sea.” He wanted to get you somewhere more private, away from the crowds filled of unwanted attention. His hand wrapped around your wrist and his heart instantly raced. 

You leaned your arms at the edge of the dock and turned to look at him. He was giving you another smile, but this time, his dark blue eyes were crinkled. It was one of those sheepish smiles he’d give out; the kind that was genuine and pure -- the kind he’d only wear around you. 

“Can I tell you something?” He would not wait for a response before he’d blurt it out. “I like you, [Y/N].”

Throwing your arms around him, you told him that the feeling was mutual. 

Zhongli

He couldn’t stop thinking about the mere mortal -- you. Unsure and confused as to why you had been on his mind so often lately, he decided to invite you out to tea one night. Perhaps he could ask you about it -- after all, if he couldn’t figure it out, he might as well seek out the source of his turmoil.

Sipping the tea in silence, he tasted the sweet golden liquid in delight. The warmth it gave to his body reminded him of you. Hearing gentle words or feeling the touch of your hand would usually make him feel warm inside. 

He set the teacup down and fixed his gloves, thinking deeply that his brows furrowed. Leaning on the back of his chair, he suddenly made eye contact with you. 

You sent him a grin and took another sip of the tea. He blinked in awe and tried to regain his composure. Somehow, he would always find himself letting his guard down around you... but then this would happen! 

Perhaps he was overthinking. Everyone else always said that he did, despite him not seeing it. 

Finally choosing to tell you what was on his mind, he unbottled his feelings... in a rather abstract way. “You remind me of this tea. Just as it is when I drink its delightful honied taste, you impact me exactly as that. I feel warm around you and all my worries ease away the second you smile. Do you why know I feel this way, [Y/N]?”

You raised your brows in shock. Then you joked around, saying that it sounded as if he liked you. 

Much to your further surprise, he pondered and did not laugh along. His gloved hand stroking the bottom of his chin, he stared at the wooden oak of the table in deep contempt. “I think... that might be it. I think I like you.”

Diluc

He was in love with you, but he did not know how to voice it. Seen as stoic and quiet, he preferred to push his feelings down whenever he saw you at the tavern. 

He knew your favorite drink and would always have it prepared in case you chose to visit. And whenever he told you that it was in stock, he could see and relinquish the excitement you show. 

That night, as he handed you the alcoholic drink, your fingers brushed at the exchange and his cheeks warmed at the contact. He wished you would just leave so he could pay attention to his work, but instead, you asked him to join you. 

After much pleading from you and having the case of being weak against puppy faces, he relented and joined you at the table, after asking the other worker to cover him. 

He got the usual: grape juice. You teased him for his choice and he only rolled his eyes, yet the smile made its way on his face anyway. He was taken aback when you decided to drink grape juice along with him. You were going to stay sober for him? 

This gave him another push. He wanted so badly to just let his feelings out. 

You told him that grape juice was delicious and a surge of confidence tipped him over the edge. “There’s something you need to hear.” You looked at him with those eyes of yours, oblivious to his oncoming declaration. It nearly made him cower back again, but the love he had for you was stronger. “I have feelings for you.”

Blinking for a few seconds, you then smiled, almost in relief. “Took you long enough, doofus. Because I like you too. Why else would I visit the tavern so often?”

Kaeya

He was beginning to grow annoyed. Left and right, he had been dropping hints for the feelings he held for you, but being the dense person you were, you barely bat an eye at them. 

His fingers would twirl in your hair and he would whisper compliments into your ear. Expecting you to grow nervous around him, he was only met by disappointment when you rolled your eyes and called him a tease. 

That was true. He flirted often and pretty obviously. But these feelings were genuine for you! He loved your smile, your laugh, your demeanor, your everything. 

It scared him. Perhaps you didn’t like him that way. Perhaps he flirted with you too much it held no effect on you. 

There was one thing he could not do: Outright say that he liked you. The best he could do was to continue these shenanigans. 

Tilting his head dangerously close to your face, his heart dropped when your face contained no reaction to the proximity. Day after day, it was getting increasingly difficult. 

Finally deciding to give it one more go, his hint was a way more obvious one. It was blunt and it expressed exactly what was felt internally at that moment. “Can I kiss you?” 

You instantly backed away from him, your face falling in... betrayal. Hurt was clear in your eyes as tears prickled the corners of them. He didn’t know what to do. Rushing to you, he asked what was wrong, before embracing you, pulling you into his warm chest. 

You told him how unfair it was. You were tired of how he kept playing with your feelings -- tired because the teasing tugged your heart strings every time, for you wished they were true. You wished it was true he wished to kiss you, or thought that you were beautiful, or... that he liked you.

His jaw dropped and he knew he messed up. Stroking your hair, he understood that he had to come clean. Because you liked him! And he, you. 

“None of them are lies. You are beautiful... and I’m in love with you. Look me in the eyes [Y/N]. Does this look like the eyes of someone who’s lying?”

He asked if he could kiss you, truly, and with a meek nod on your end, he pressed his lips on yours.