#Perfect question I was so excited to see it in my inbox

[elixirfromthestars]

WELCOME TO MY CINEMA! ˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚

As you all know, last August I opened a cafe (a.k.a. my cafe themed writing challenge). The response to that was so wonderful and I adored hosting it and reading every single one of your entries, and I'm thinking it's time I host a new one! ♡

This time I decided to rent out a private theater for all of us to sit and have a movie marathon! This writing challenge starts today and closes on March 30th! I will be traveling the last week of March and it would be the perfect time for me to catch up on reading all the entries (since I read & reblog every fic submitted). The masterlist of all entries will be posted sometime in the following days of me returning from my travels! (Just like my last writing challenge, if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me so I can read it and add your submission to the masterlist♡)

Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡

who you can write for: all marvel characters are welcome / any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans characters are welcome too (any characters they’ve portrayed based on real life people will not be accepted though!!) I will be expanding this from my last challenge and accepting submissions for characters from Top Gun Maverick & Twisters 2024. (please keep it to x reader fics only!!)

some general guidelines: Below I’ve provided a number of different scenes, quotes, and songs for inspiration ♡ Anyone can use as many as they'd like and even mix and match however you’d like!! If you use any please let me know somewhere in the post! If nothing below inspires you, you can always submit something with inspiration from a scene/dialogue exchange from another movie or tv show, just please let us know where the inspiration came from!! :) here's the catch though -> the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from the one the character is originally from. For example, if you write for Bucky Barnes, the scene/dialogue exchange has to come from another movie or tv show that is not from Marvel. 18+ fics are welcome, just please add warnings! Entries are not limited, you are welcome to submit as many entries as you'd like! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series, please write your submission as a standalone ♡

what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape, noncon/dubcon... (You can always message/inbox me to ask questions.)

how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirscinema when you post ♡ i’ll leave a like (from my main blog @saturnsflowers) to let you know I saw it and reblog it to this blog once I read it :) I love reading and leaving comments on all submissions, so please be patient with me if I don't get to yours right away! also, let me know if I haven’t interacted with your post after a few days in case I missed it! You can send me a reminder through my inbox or dm, thank you! ♡♡♡

Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions or comments!! ♡ 

These trailers are all so exciting! Did any of them pique your interest?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ For scenes, you can use any of the ones below or use one or more from any movie/tv show you'd like! You can use the dialogue, the themes, the moments, the dynamic, etc of the scene to inspire your writing. It doesn't necessarily have to be word for word or match the scene exactly nor entirely, it just has to inspire you in some way! Below I have different scenes linked for inspiration, but again you are free to use any scene(s) from anywhere else to inspire you!! ♡

📖 ...✩ Why didn't you write me? — The Notebook

🦊 ...✩ "I love you." / "It'll pass." — Fleabag S2

⛲️ ...✩ I loathe you... — The Princess Diaries 2

🩺 ...✩ Are you telling me you love me? — The Artful Dodger

🐎 ...✩ You're the bane of my existence... — Bridgerton S2

🗡 ...✩ That's not how you hold a dagger. — My Lady Jane

🗞 ...✩ You can’t lose something you never had. — How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days

🪶 ...✩ I burn for you... - Bridgerton S1

🖊 ...✩ You are my exception. — He’s Just Not That Into You

👒 ...✩ Don't marry him. — Little Women

🏹 ...✩ I do... I need you. — The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

🌊 ...✩ I thought that we loved each other... — The Summer I Turned Pretty S2

🪵 ...✩ There is no one like you... — To All The Boys I've Loved Before

🚢 ...✩ You jump I jump, remember? — Titanic

🪩 ...✩ Doesn't what I said mean anything to you? — When Harry Met Sally

🎸 ...✩ You were paid to take me out? — 10 Things I Hate About You

🫧 ...✩ You're looking way too hot right now... — Love, Rosie

🐚 ...✩ Are you engaged to that beautiful woman? — Mamma Mia Here We Go Again

💌 ...✩ Break my heart into a thousand pieces... — To All The Boys: P.S. I Still Love You

🏛...✩ I am never going to be over you. — Scandal

🥂...✩ Oh, now I remember why I had such a crush on you… — Something Borrowed

🚑 ...✩ I'll tell you what you are to me... Criminal Minds S4

💋 ...✩ Do you really hate me? — The Hating Game

🌀 ...✩ It's okay, I've got you now... — Maxton Hall

I’m going to get some snacks before the marathon starts. Do you want anything? Here’s the menu:

🍫 ✩｡⋆⸜ "They warned me about you, I should have listened."

🥨 ✩｡⋆⸜ "No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You're going to be fine."

🍪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Of course I came for you. It would take far much more than that to stop me."

🍟 ✩｡⋆⸜ Realizing they're in love.

🍭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "It was just a kiss. It changed nothing between us."

🧋✩｡⋆⸜ "We're not just friends and you fucking know it."

🥤✩｡⋆⸜ "I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

🍬 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Are you flirting with me?" — "You finally noticed?"

🍿 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Just stay. We can figure everything else out later. Right now, just stay."

🍦✩｡⋆⸜ "If there's really nothing going on between the two of you, you don't mind if I ask ___ out on a date, do you?"

🍕✩｡⋆⸜ "I cannot stand you, and yet, I also cannot stand to be away from you."

🍗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"

🥪 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Do I need to remind you that we're not actually married?"

🍩 ✩｡⋆⸜ "If you don't love me, prove it then. Prove to me you've never felt something towards me. Look at me."

🌭 ✩｡⋆⸜ "You kissed me last night." — "And you didn't stop me."

🍔 ✩｡⋆⸜ "What if I told you I've been in love with you since we were kids?"

🥗 ✩｡⋆⸜ "Is this what you wanted, huh? Making me fall in love with you just—just to fucking leave? Do you really expect me to be okay with that?"

🌯 ✩｡⋆⸜ "I love you." — "You shouldn't."

🧁✩｡⋆⸜ "If you leave now, you lose everything. You lose me."

🧃✩｡⋆⸜ "I think we need to talk."

🍧 ✩｡⋆⸜ “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

🍰 ✩｡⋆⸜ “Kiss me.”

🍨 ✩｡⋆⸜ “It's storming, why are you here?"

Let's check out the songs on these soundtracks. Do you like any of them?

˙✧˖°🎥 ༘ ⋆｡🎞️˚ Feel free to use the lyrics below, the entire feel of the song, or any other lyrics in the song! The playlist is below in case you want to go through and listen to the songs while you write ♡

Black and White "Now, we're sittin' here in your livin' room. Tellin' stories while we share a drink or two, and there's a vision I've been holdin' in my mind. We're 65 and you ask when did I first know? I always knew." — Niall Horan

Cinema "Do you think I'm cool too? Or am I too into you? Tell me what you want and you got it, love. I want all of you, gimme all you got." — Harry Styles

Death Wish Love "And I'll ask the stars at night, how I can slow the time. God, I'm so terrified that I'm gonna lose you. And I'll die if I do." — Benson Boone

Exile "I think I've seen this film before, and I didn't like the ending. You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now? You were my town. Now I'm in exile, seein' you out." — Taylor Swift

Happier Than Ever "And I don't talk shit about you on the internet. Never told anyone anything bad. 'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad. So don't waste the time I don't have, and don't try to make me feel bad." — Billie Eilish

Hold My Hand "Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms. I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long to tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding, you don't need to show me again. But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you. I won't let go 'til the end." — Lady Gaga

I Like Me Better "I like me better when I'm with you. I don't know what it is, but I got that feeling. Wakin' up in this bed next to you. Swear the room, yeah, got no ceiling. If we lay, let the day just pass us by. I might get to too much talking. I might have to tell you somethin'" — Lauv

Iris "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't wanna go home right now." — The Goo Goo Dolls

John Hughes Movie "Maybe if I'd reined it in, you wouldn't wanna kiss somebody else. And you don't owe me anything, so I'm just gonna walk home by myself. And it's not like I've been crying, no. There's just smoke in my eyes." — Maisie Peters

Love Again "Show me that heaven's right here, baby. Touch me so I know I'm not crazy. Never have I ever met somebody like you. Used to be afraid of love and what it might do, but goddamn, you got me in love again." — Dua Lipa

Love The Hell Out Of You "I'm gonna love the hell out of you. Take all the pain that you're going through. I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need. 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me." — Lewis Capaldi

McKay & Cassie "Console me, don't let me go, baby. Ain't nobody gonna hurt you, so feed me with those pretty lies. 'Cause there ain't no escaping those ocean eyes. Oh, baby, I'll kill anybody that hurt you." — Labrinth

Movies "In my head, we're dancing in the dark. In my head, we kiss under the stars, but we know that's not what we're doing. 'Cause, baby, this ain't like the movies... I want a love like the movies." — Conan Gray

My Tears Ricochet "I didn't have it in myself to go with grace. And you're the hero flying around, saving face. And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? Cursing my name, wishing I stayed. Look at how my tears ricochet." — Taylor Swift

Slow Motion "Dreaming 'bout you sinkin' into my bed. Dizzy, I see stars all around my head. Liftin' me up to the moon and back again. You're my lucky penny, yeah, you just make sense. I like to keep my cool, but you're divine. Mother Nature must've taken her time. Come on, take me away, I'll let you drive." — Alessia Cara

So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings "And I'm out at a party, they're playin' our song. I cry on the dance floor, it's so embarrassing. Don't send me photos, you're makin' it worse. 'Cause you're so hot, it's hurtin' my feelings. I get a little lonely. Get a little more close to me. You're the only one who knows me, babe." — Caroline Polachek

The Way I Loved You "I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. It's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name. I'm so in love that I acted insane and that's the way I loved you. Breaking down and coming undone, it's a roller coaster kind of rush. And I never knew I could feel that much and that's the way I loved you." — Taylor Swift

Unsaid Emily "If I could take us back, if I could just do that. And write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace. Then maybe time would not erase me. If you could only know, I never let you go. And the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave unsaid..." — Julie and the Phantoms

You Could Start A Cult "Lately, what I know of reality. I let go of it happily when I look in your eyes. Mm, swear it's true. No mountain that I wouldn't move or sea I wouldn't part in two. To wake up by your side is all I wanna do." — Niall Horan & Lizzy McAlpine

1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back "It's one step forward and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad. It's always one step forward and three steps back. Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand." — Olivia Rodrigo

playlist for the songs above can be found here: 🎞️✮⋆˙

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[sturniolo04]

Can u do a fic where on the nc show instead of nick going on a date with tara he goes on a date with reader. And reader is dating chris and they still kiss at the end

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a series of moments! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

You knew as soon as Nick had asked you to help him film a surprise for their upcoming tour that it was going to be the best one ever. Chris and Matt didn't see it coming to say the least.

Nick wanted to go on a date with a female for one of his surprises on this tour which that in itself was going to be a surprise since he was the gay one out of the group. The twist was he didn't want to go on his 'first date with a female' with any girl so he chose you. Chris' girlfriend

You werent apart of the tour shows at every stop but nick flew you out to north Carolina for that tour stop because he knew that was when they were going to announce the surprise he filmed and wanted you to see your boyfriends live reaction in real time.

"okay surprise time"

matt exclaims into the microphone as the crowd cheers

"im nervous"

chris chuckles out as he takes as seat on the couch with nick. The screen reveals who's surprise is being reveal tonight pulling up a side by side video display of you and nick causing both chris and matt's mouths to drop.

"no fucking way"

chris chuckles out in complete disbelief as the crowd continues to scream in shock and excitement.

"what did you two do"

matt causally asks.

"okay before I bring her out because she is backstage what do you think the surprise is"

nick asks his brothers after pulling out a rose from the hint box on the stage.

"no way she's here oh my god"

chris exclaims covering his mouth because that too was also a surprise considering he thought he wasn't going to see you for couple of months until he got done with this tour.

" dude i have no clue "

matt honestly states as nick chuckles begining to ask the crowd the same question them not making a guess in the ball park.

"okay then well lets bring her out so we can show you what it is we did"

nick exclaims as matt and chris stand up from the couch as you walk out onto the stage giving both matt and chris a hug.

"hiii"

you squeal dragging out the 'i' waving to the crowd as the cheer in response. You and nick sit down on the couch as the screen starts to play the prerecorded surprise.

"okay i'm extremely nervous i am about to do something that i never thought I would do but for the sake of the tour I am going to go on a date with a woman"

nick states in the video matt and chris' gasping into the mic at the very statement.

"so what better girl to go on my 'first date' with than Sophia who also happens to be my brother's girlfriend"

nick continues in the video as he covers his mouth as you two look over at chris' reaction.

"no fucking way my girlfriend nick"

chris chuckles out laughing at the thought that this was an actual thing he and you decided to do.

"so i go her some flowers because that's what every good boyfriend should do I think I know chris does this all the time so it might be the right move"

nick shrugs in the video.

"oh my gosh aww flowers thank you nick"

you squeal out in the video giving nick a side hug him placing his head on top of yours considering your four foot figure.

"your welcome Soph i had to start out strong"

nick laughs as you take both of your hands to grab the flower vase from his hand setting it on your island counter in your kitchen.

"my flowers that chris' had gotten me from valentines day were old so I had to throw them away so perfect timing; sorry chris"

you giggle in the video as chris chuckles.

"okay so lets go get dinner maybe and then frozen yogurt does that sound good"

nick states as you nod your head towards the plan. Throughout the whole video Chris was surprisingly taking it pretty well that nick had decided to go on his date with a woman with his grilfriend.

"okay guys well that was my date with Soph I hope you enjoyed and hopefully chris wont be mad at us"

nick chuckles as you giggle along with him as he says 'bye' quickly placing a kiss to your lips.

"oh my god oh my god oh my god"

matt exclaims.

"what the fuck Nick Soph no way"

chris screams after seeing you two kiss at the end of the video.

"so what did you think"

you ask the pair but really mainly chris.

"i-im just shocked i mean wow nick! chris how do you feel I mean nick kissed your girlfriend dude"

matt exclaims chuckling.

"weirdly enough im fine with it probably because i know its not going to happen again like ever"

chris chuckles out

"damn right"

you exclaims giggling as you quickly stand up running over to him to lean down and place a kiss to his lips as the crowd cheers.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Pink Petals

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

See pinned post for (series) masterlist and (oneshots) masterlist and more.

Summary: Chris had a past with a few girls who had left him burned. Y/n had succumbed to the utter tragedy of giving up on her high school sweetheart a while ago. Chris walks into Y/n’s flower shop, searching for  a bouquet of flowers for a girl. A blind date takes the lovelorn pair into fate’s hands. Chris isn’t holding back his true colors anymore. He’s a true romantic. Handwritten letters, cheesy compliments…and maybe some flowers. 

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox.

With love and big tits, Rose.

Part Two: Don't Be Shy...

The familiar surroundings passed by as Chris drove the car. I could see Rebecca’s house, smiling at the thought of Austin and Madison. The perfect pair had lingered in my mind with excitement. Words had already been rehearsed as I imagined telling them the events of the date so far. 

And it wasn't even over yet.

Soon enough, Chris had come around and guided me out of the parked car. I smiled at the feeling of his hand grasping mine slightly tighter as he tugged us towards the sand of the beach. My nerves made my cold hands shakily hold his. I sucked in a deep breath, willing to calm my anxiety.

Peeping to my right, I could vaguely see my shop from the corner of my eye. Next to it, the ice cream parlor was adorned with a couple of customers on the patio. The red hair illuminated by the suns glow made me smile. Rebecca. She sat across one of the outdoor tables from a man. I assumed it was the one she had gossiped about a few days ago, rambling on about his gentleman-like behavior.

Maybe, I'd tell her about Chris too.

“Here, let me hold your shoes so you don’t get sand in them.” Chris suggests. I look down at his outreached hand, tilting my head with a grin as I slip off my shoes and hand them to him. He holds his own shoes by the laces, his socks tucked in them. 

Struggling to get a secure grasp on my shoes, I giggle. “I can carry them, don’t worry–” 

“Nope,” he interrupts. “Here, get on my back.” he turns around, slightly bending his knees as I look at him with a questioning glance. My eyes wander around the surroundings, finding the shore and shops nearly barren of any people besides a couple of elderly locals I could somewhat recognize. 

“Don’t overthink it, just come on.” he says, looking at me over his shoulder. 

With furrowed eyebrows and a lack of movement, Chris starts to make his way over to me. I hold my hands in front of myself, surprised as I feel my palms lay flat on his chest. My eyes glance upward, catching his piercing gaze as he smirks down at me. 

“Come on. I promise I won’t drop you, okay?” he says. 

Letting out a gruff sigh, I nod my head hesitantly. Chris turns around once more. I wrap my arms securely around his neck, jumping as I feel his hands clasp around my thighs, supporting me. A wave of heat rushes up my spine with the close proximity. I nearly forget to breathe as he soothes his fingers on the underside of my thigh. 

I really like how his hands feel on me.

“There ya go.” he praises. 

Tension rises in my gut from his subtle words, twisting a feeling of electricity emitting from my veins. I rest my chin down on his shoulder, seeing his eyes trace over to meet mine with a sly chuckle falling from his lips. 

“Good?” he asks. 

“Mhm.” I hum out. 

“Good.” he mentions. 

With that, his steps trail back towards his car. I cringe while he walks on the uneven, probably uncomfortable street pavement. One of his hands drops from my thighs, the other clutching on roughly into my leg. I swallow thickly at the vulgar touch, focusing on keeping my breaths even and quiet. 

He opens his back car door, gently setting in both of our shoes before shutting the vehicle. Locking the car, he shoves his keys back in his pocket before both of his hands hold to the bottoms of my thighs. My ears shutter with a wave of bliss at the closeness of his fingers. My arms mindlessly tighten, his hair tickling my arm bringing me out of my trance as I attempt to relax back onto him.

“Still okay back there?” he asks. 

“Oh, yeah…I’m good.” I say. I cringe at the sudden change of my voice, a higher tone resulting from the nerves coursing through my body. 

“Okay,” Chris acknowledges, rubbing his thumbs simultaneously through the denim material of my jeans. The saliva gathering in my mouth nearly drowns me. I swallow, cringing at the volume of the action as I hear Chris chuckle. “Do I make you nervous?” he laughs out. 

Getting defensive, I immediately start shaking my head from side to side. “No, you…just shut up.” I mutter out, accepting defeat. 

The soft laugh echoes into my ears once more. His hands clasp tighter around my thighs, making my breath hitch in my chest. “That’s okay,” he mumbles. He bends down slightly, allowing me to hop off onto the sand as the golden sunset glow shines onto the ocean. 

“I, uh,” my eyes drift back towards him, seeing his figure turn to face me as he stands tall. I hold my breath, watching him step closer to me. I feel his chest ever so slightly as it rises with each breath. The distracting sensation is groveled by his hand trailing lightly up my arm with the tips of his fingers. 

His lips are so close to mine.

“I think I like making you nervous.” he whispers out. 

My eyes widen with anticipation. I watch as his gaze drops to his hand tracing upward, stopping as he runs his fingers through the side of my hair with a delicate precision. “I, um,” 

The words mindlessly from my thoughts, a blank void consuming me. His stature crouches down, his lips inches away from mine as I tilt my head upward without conscious intention. “You…” Chris trails off, trying to retrace my words. 

“I,” my eyes flicker from his and down to his lips, seeing him doing the same as I crumble underneath the warmth of the fading sun and his blue stare. “I…I think I like it too.” I breathe out. 

Chris' lips turn upward into a smile, his eyes squinting with a devious, yet innocent glint. “Yeah?” he asks. I swallow thickly, nodding with a slow movement as our noses brush against each other with a tickling sensation. “Is this okay?” he asks. 

His lips nearly an inch apart from mine leave my mind with no answer except for a subtle upward shake of my head. His fingers cautiously tighten softly in my hair as I let my eyes flutter shut. My chest burns with excitement as I wait for the delicate press of his lips on mine. 

I feel his nose graze over my jaw, his warm breath fanning over my neck. A pucker erupts through the silence, my body nearly quivering internally as he presses a kiss to the side of my neck. The tip of his nose trails up smoothly, stopping at the side of my mouth.  

“You’re so pretty.” he whispers out. 

Before a response can be formed from my cloudy mind, his lips are pressed against mine. Softly, yet with pressure devastatingly agonizing. My eyes widen open with shock before fluttering shut from the tingling warmth of his lips moving on my own. His hand in my hair tangles further back, grasping the back of my head, as the other wraps around my hip and pulls me closer to him. The movement brings an imbalance to my weight as my hand reaches around and grabs the back of his neck securely and hesitantly. 

All I feel is a burning excitement, my body wishing for more as his lips slowly pull away from mine. I go to open my eyes, but his hand on my hips tugs me impossibly closer as his mouth hungrily lands onto my own with more passion. 

His lips on mine felt incomparable. It just felt right. Although my hands shook with excitement, wanting more...I could stay like this forever. Him against me, wordlessly exchanging a devotion of something unexplainable.

I let my hand wander upward, plunging through his hair. Urges overcome my senses as I let myself get lost in the bliss of the proximity and passion. Our chests thumb against each other with racing heartbeats. 

Pulling back for air, my eyes open to catch a glimpse of the nearly completely sunken sun. I heave in deep breaths, looking over to witness his eyes still closed and his lips parted with a plump, pink hue. My cheeks tighten with a smile. I resist the urge to touch my still pulsating lips, admiring the sight of him slowly opening his eyes. 

I can see my lipgloss on the corners of his lips.

The little piece of me laced in his appearance makes my bones melt. Like the after effects of a romantic scene in a movie, my heart started to beat a little louder. The pronunciation from the organ reminded me, screaming the capacity it could hold.

It only ever did that for my grandma and Taylor for so long. No matter how many times I had sloppily laid my lips on another person...it never looked that good--that right.

As he looks at me softly, he smiles. My heart puddles into mush as he reaches for my hand behind his head, gently grasping it and pulling our hands down between our sides. “Fuck, you really are perfect.” he compliments in a hushes tone. 

I look away, fighting a smile at the sweet words. I feel his hand grasp tighter onto mine, tugging me further as we continue taking steps into the gentle sand towards the shore. “Sorry, I just love getting you all nervous. It’s cute–you’re cute.” he confidently announces. 

I look in front of us, rolling my eyes as I shake my head with disbelief. “Thank you. I…thank you.” I acknowledge. 

Pulling us to a stop, Chris sits on the sand. I look next to him, bending at the knees to sit on the sand. As I crouch down, Chris pulls my hand to his chest. I stop my actions, looking at him with questioning eyes as he shifts his gaze from me to the ground. 

“You, um..” he licks his lips. “If you want–you could sit on my lap or between my legs. You know, to get more comfortable.” he suggests. 

The smile overtakes my face as I tilt my head at him. “Won’t that be uncomfortable for you?” I point out. 

He shrugs. “I don’t think so, you don’t have to. I was offering, I…” 

I rest my hand on his thigh. I smirk, feeling his grasp on my other hand tighten at the sudden touch. “Do you want me to, Chris?” I ask. 

The nerves subside as I expect him to shrink under my touch. Instead, his grin widens as he licks over his teeth. “I’d love it, actually.” he says. 

The smooth confidence in his voice brings my chest to tighten with a short breath. “Come on, don’t be shy.” he mentions, patting the ground in front of him between his legs. I stand back up, crouching shyly and turn my body to lean against his as I sit down. His arms automatically wrap around me, a sigh of contentment slipping from my lips mindlessly as my cold hands gravitate to his arms. 

“Oh my fuck!!” he exclaims, shuttering his arms tighter around me from the ice touch of my hands.

My eyes shut closed tightly with embarrassment, my hands falling in a pile into my lap. “I…sorry.” I say under my breath. 

“Wait,” Chris lets his arms tangle tighter, his hands reaching and clasping my own. “--let me warm you up, yeah? You just…caught me off guard is all.” he laughs out. 

I smile, leaning further into him as his embrace clouds rays of warmth onto my skin. The sun peeks just barely above the horizon, the golden glow dissipating with each passing second. 

“You know,” I feel his warm breath against my scalp as he talks. “--I didn’t really have much expectations for this date, but…I…” he peeks over my shoulder, glancing down to let his eyes meet mine as I turn towards him. “--I’m really having a good time with you. You’re…you’re someone I want to know, if that makes sense.” he explains softly. 

My stare melts into an aura of somber with his words. I let my body relax with each breath, leaning further and crumbling in his arms. “I…” I trail off, admiring his features as the golden sunlight illuminates his face. “I feel the same way…I…I’m glad I didn’t bail.” I laugh out. “I really wanted to, but I...I’m really glad I didn’t.” I say, looking up as his arms and hands squeeze around mine. 

His blue orbs observe my eyes shifting from each of his irises, trailing over my face as I let myself relax under his gaze. “I’m really glad you didn’t either. If I’m being honest…this is my first date in a while.” he admits with a sigh. 

As his eyes shift up towards the ocean, I tangle my fingers upwards and in between his clasping around my hands. I tighten the ligaments, watching as his eyes trace down to my face with an unreadable look. “Hey,” I let my head lean onto his chest, watching his expression paint into a brightened glow. “--it’s mine too.” I comment. 

The confession seems to release a tension as his chest heaves in slowly, his back becoming more relaxed. “I…I don’t know exactly what to say. I just…let me get to know you more, hm? What do you say?” he presses. 

I wander my eyes towards the dimming sky. I squint my eyes, humming. Pretending to think, I feel his chest vibrate with a light laugh at my antics. Whipping my eyes back to his, I give an affirmative nod. “I’d love that, Chris.” I say.

The whites of his eyes bulge from his head as his name rolls off my tongue. He lets out a shaky breath, leaning his head on top of mine. “God,”  he breathes out. “--I really have to thank Madison. I gotta get her a fucking check or some shit.” he mumbles. 

I laugh, leaning further into his chest. “Well,” I start. I adjust, sitting up enough to gaze over his shoulder and at my shop. The small crowd outside the ice cream shop next to my floral arrangements lining my window had disappeared, the small strip of shops now barren and dark with not a single car parked in the parking lot. 

My palm clenches into his shirt as I turn back to look at him. The tips of my nails tingle as I feel his fingers lightly trace over them. I admire his mindless touch as his eyes stay focused on his actions. 

“Chris.” I speak softly. 

He hums, his eyes still fixated on the light traces of his fingers touching mine. “Would you wanna thank Madison together?” I ask. 

The question catches his attention. His eyes shift, gleaming innocently up at mine as I nod over his shoulder. He peeks over, following my gesture before turning around with a crooked smile with his lips pressed into a tight line. 

“Only if you let me kiss you again.” he bargains. 

I squint my eyes, leaning forward as I pucker my lips softly. I briefly let my lips linger on his. As I allow myself to pull back, his hand caresses the back of my shoulder, his lips chasing mine with a soft hum. 

The way our lips intertwine sends my mind into a loop of bliss. My conscious thoughts slip into my pulsating heart, the thumping emotions sending waves of security from his skin against mine. The tightness in my chest burns as my lungs beg for air, I let myself pull away, gasping a deep breath in as Chris’s lips softly peck along my cheek, his thumb swiveling across the surface as I hear him pant for air. 

“Just so you know,” he breathes out heavily, “I would’ve agreed either way.” 

I lean my forehead on his shoulder, his hand soothing gently over the back of my head. A soft giggle falls from my lips as I feel his shoulders rack with humor. “I know,” I pull up, looking into his eyes. I let myself sink into the details of his irises, “trust me, I know.” I conclude. 

Chris offers me a tight-lipped smile as he stands up. Dusting off his bottom, he reaches a hand downward. I let my hand slither into his grasp. As he pulls me gently, I stand up, wiping off my jeans. 

“Here, let’s go get our shoes, jump up.” he turns around, bending his knees until he’s mostly at level with me. 

I shake my head with disbelief. “Chris, the car is all the way up there. You don’t have to–” 

He peers over his shoulder at me, pursing his lips. “I want to. I really want to.” he pronounces. 

I suck in my bottom lip, nodding as I mutter an acknowledgment under my breath. As I wrap my arms around Chris’ neck, he turns around, his chest pressed against mine from the lack of distance between our bodies. 

“What are you doing?” I teasingly ask. 

My eyes squint at him as he stands straight. The skin of my waist tingles as he curves his hands around both sides. His eyes shift to the side, gleaming down at me with a hidden mischievous glint in his gaze. 

“Well,” he starts, “This might come as a surprise to you….but, I think you’re really fucking pretty.” I blush furiously at the compliment, averting my eyes down to his chest as his gaze darts into mine. “--and, I really like pretty girls. Well, pretty girls who have your name,” he leans down, his nose prodding against the skin of my neck. “--pretty girls who have your smile,” his breath fans out just beneath my ear with a burning warmth. “--pretty girls that love pink flowers,” his nose trails up my neck, stopping as he leans his head downward, resting his forehead against mine. 

The anticipation makes my gut swirl into rhythms of excitement. My eyes stay trained on his, the outside of my peripheral vision fading into a blur as I focus solely on him. The pulse in my chest thumbs furiously. My lips part, sucking in a deep breath of air as my throat seems caught up on his words. 

His mouth lets a deep chuckle escape. “I really make you nervous, huh?” he teases. 

I bite my tongue, my eyes still unable to peel away from him. “A little.” I mutter through a tight smile. 

“That’s okay,” he announces. His hand brushes the hair back from my face, a shiver running down my neck and through my spine as his fingers lace through the hairs on my head tenderly. His eyes run down, meeting mine as I clutch my hand onto his wrist. “--you make me a little nervous too.” he admits. 

Relief rings through my mind as I shine him a smile with softened eyes. “Really?” I press. He nods affirmatively, his eyes watching his hand tangle down through my hair. 

“Either that or I’m starting to have a heart attack,” he jokes. 

I laugh, tugging his hand in between our bodies as I push my fingers through his. His warm palm radiates a comforting heat onto mine as our arms swing back and forth as we step through the sand. 

“Wanna hop up now?” he suggests. 

I let our hands drop, nodding slowly as he mimics the crouched positions from earlier. I place my arms around his neck, his hand tapping gently at the side  of my thigh. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” he encourages. 

The nickname sends salvia piling into my mouth and a wave of heat fluttering over the entirety of my body, down to my feet. I hesitantly bring up one leg. Chris automatically grasps onto it, yanking it securely as he reaches to hold my other leg. I let out a slight huff, out of breath. He visibly shutters from the air hitting his neck, the hairs standing straight up as I smirk with arrogance. 

I really do make him nervous. 

My smirk falls from my face as his grasp tightens, pushing me up his back effortlessly. The ease in his motion was impressive. 

Sure, I really wanted to know him, but I really wanted to know him. 

Something about his aura assured me that it would be heaven in sin tangled in sheets with him. His touches were soothing, comforting. He knew how to touch me in gentle ways, ways that I’m sure extended into deeper rendezvous. 

“You okay there, sweetheart?” 

I snap back into reality hearing his voice. I clear my throat, humming a pitiful acknowledgement. In response, he laughs. My thighs clench tighter around him from the embarrassment before I can think. 

“Squeezing me with those pretty legs, hm?” he says. 

My eyes widen, picturing the context in a different situation. 

I need to get my head out of the gutter, this will be more than sex for once. 

The reminder flushes me with shame as I cling onto his back. He unlocks his car, gently placing me down in the passenger seat before grabbing our shoes from the back. Chris slides his shoes on almost instantly. Kneeling down, he taps on his thigh. 

“I can put them on–”

Chris gives me a knowing look, his palm enclosing gently over my knee with a soothing motion. “I know,” he grabs my foot, placing it on his thigh as he slides my sock and shoe on. “--just wanted an excuse to touch you.” he leans down, repeating the action with the other sock and shoe. My eyes gleam down at him with admiration watching him gently place both of my feet back on the ground. 

“Alright,” he stands up, offering me an outreached hand. I slide my fingers over his palm, bathing in the warmth of his body heat as he grasps onto me. Standing up, Chris closes the car door behind me and locks the car. His hand doesn’t leave mine once, his thumb still swiveling back and forth against the back of my palm. 

My mind stuttered with the way he touched me. Blank thoughts rushed through my head, creating nothing but a void to help curate my daydreams with him included. I had only known him for a couple of hours, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like each hour had been a week. Yet, at the same time, my nerves still rushed through my body as if I was just barely opening my front door for him. 

I didn’t know how to feel, I didn’t know how to react. It was foreign land. I didn’t know where to begin trying to dissect the situation, all I knew was I wanted more. 

More of him. 

And that–that was not something I had ever experienced. Not in a long time. Not ever like this.

“What did you have in mind?” Chris asks. 

As our intertwined hands swing between us with each step, I let a grin take over my face, flashing him a sly smile. “Well,” as we come in front of my shop, I reach down in my small bag and pull out my keys. Fiddling with the numerous metal conjoined on the holder, I pinch the golden, rusted key in between my two fingers. “Madison does love flowers too.” I suggest. 

I twist the key in the lock, pushing it open and shoving the clanking metal keychain back into my bag. Chris walks in behind me, holding open the door from behind me as his eyes glance over the shop. I pull him in faster, shutting and locking the door quickly. 

“Wanna make a custom bouquet with me?” I offer. 

Chris nods, his eyes still dancing over the small interior as if it had been his first time witnessing the surroundings. I tug his hand with mine, walking behind the counter. I set my bag by the register, turning on the small overhead light. 

“Where do we even start?” Chris asks with a light laugh. I look over as I start pulling materials onto the counter. I hold back a smile, watching as he nervously scratches the back of his neck. “I, uh…I wanna make sure you’re not the only one doing the work.” he mentions. 

The slight waver in the tone of his voice contradicts the outburst of confidence seen in his stature minutes ago. My eyes soften looking at his nervous persona.

“Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it.” I say. 

The blush covers his face as his eyes bulge out of his head. I lick over the bottoms of my teeth, holding back a smirk as he clears his throat. “Oh–okay.” he stammers out. 

A sense of pride washes over me as I clap my hands together. I point to the various papers to wrap the bouquets in, looking over at Chris. 

“Wanna pick?” I suggest. 

Chris nods hesitantly. “Um….that one?” he says slowly, his tone rising higher at the end of his sentence with uncertainty. 

“This one?” I point down to the pink one he gestured to. With a hum of his approval, I slide the paper out of the array, piling up the others and sliding them back beneath the counter. Clapping together my hands again, I start walking around the display in the center of the shop. I look up, seeing Chris still waiting behind the counter with furrowed brows. “Come here!” I laugh out. 

Chris runs a hand through his hair while walking over to me. I pick up a couple of options, holding them up to him as he stands beside me. “What do we think?” I ask. 

A moment of silence leads my eyes from the flowers and to his features. His tongue prods at the side of his mouth. The ring-clad fingers scratched lightly at his jaw. I tilt my head with admiration watching the deep focus painted on his expression. 

“Hm…these two? We could put them with more purple, I know Madison likes purple.” he says. 

My eyes widened with shock. The tilt in my head pushes further to my shoulder as Chris looks up at me with an approval-seeking glance. 

“What? Is it not purple anymore? Or does that just sound ugly? I’m sorry–I don’t really know what I’m doing…” he trails off. 

I shake my head, grabbing a couple more of the white and lavender baby’s breath. With a bundle of each color in my hand, I move back around the counter. As I place the florals on the paper, I feel his body heat radiate on my skin beside me. 

“We um…we don’t have to do that, I just thought it might look pretty….” he says. 

Letting out a sigh, I look up and over until our eyes meet. His attention focuses on me, his lips glistening as his tongue darts over the soft pink skin. 

“Chris,” I start explaining as my fingers begin mindlessly organizing the delicate arrangement. Looking around the shop, I nudge my head over to the side wall. Chris follows my gaze, turning his head. “--I was just surprised. I think it’d look gorgeous. The, um…the flowers are over there. There’s roses, begonias, peonies, really a lot. I’m pretty sure I have a large sum of purple over there.” I state. 

“How many do I get? Which ones should I get?” he asks while walking over. He looks over his shoulder at me. 

With a shrug, I give him a reassuring smile. “Any is fine, Chris. We can probably fit about the same size handful as the baby’s breath. Pick whatever, you seem to have good taste.” I point out. 

I focus down on the paper and layered flowers. Taking my time, I topple each stem and small buds of flowers over each other, dispersing the colors evenly. 

A subtle touch on the small of my back breaks me from the focused state. I look over, seeing a pile of purple florals on the counter. My eyes wander further upward to see Chris giving me a tight-lipped smile. 

“Sorry, I said your name a couple of times,” he says. My face goes pink with a flush of embarrassment. “--I didn’t mean to scare you.” His hand drops from the small of my back. I long for the warmth of his touch, my head leaning onto his chest as I let out a small sigh of contentment. 

“--didn’t scare me.” I mumble out. 

His chest rises and falls beneath my head. I slowly drift to stand up straight, my hands fiddling anxiously with the strong stems of the large flowers.

I just want to touch him. 

As if reading my mind, I feel his hand resume its position on the small of my back. My body goes stiff under the tantalizing shiver that spreads from his hand. His hot breath fans on the side of my scalp as my hands stutter with the shuffling between the florals.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. 

I look over my shoulder, his eyes piercing into mine as I slowly nod my head. My eyes drift down to his lips. I reminisce on the feelings, but turn back to the task at-hand. 

“Good, just--let me know if it isn’t okay?” he says. 

I bite down on the inside of my cheek, replying with a small hum. Not trusting my voice, I stay silent. I bathe in the feeling of his hand starting to draw circles onto my back, relaxing further and further into his touch. 

I shouldn’t feel this comfortable. 

The pondering thought felt like a warning. There has to be something wrong with him. A million words, bursting through my head. One stays engraved far deeper than the rest. 

What would it be like to love him? 

What would it be like to be loved by him?

“Can I help at all?” he asks. 

I jump back into reality, my words stumbling in gibberish for a minute. Shutting my eyes tightly, I take a deep breath as I hear his laugh. 

“Don’t worry,” his hand soothes in a bigger motion. “--take your time.” he voices. 

Take your time.

The soft statement echoed in my head as I nodded appreciatively. “Um…thank you. I…Do you wanna help me tie it all together? I can tie the bow, you’ll just have to hold it all together for a minute.” He nods as I pull the purple paper together around the floral arrangement. His hands graze mine while taking hold of the stems, my fingers nearly stumbling to outreach for him again. 

I spin out some purple ribbon, a dark royal shade of silk. Snipping a long length, I tie the bow just beneath his fingers. I tighten the knot, my eyes staying trained on his hands. His nails are perfect, manicured and have small designs on each. 

“I like your nails,” before I can stop myself, I reach out, caressing the nail beds of his fingers. Chris laughs as I shrink my hands back to myself with a wave of nerves succumbing over my senses. “--sorry. I just got excited.” I mutter out. 

Chris laughs harder at this, a smile of pure embarrassment painting my face. He gently places the bouquet on the counter, his arm swinging over and behind me. I feel the weight of his arm hug me into his side, his other arm enclosing around me as he sways us side to side. 

“Don’t be sorry,” he pulls away, both his hands resting on my shoulders as I look up at him. “--I thought it was cute.” he announces with a grin. 

My teeth clamp into my tongue lightly as I fight back the urge to turn away. His intense gaze stays on me as he leans down further to my level. As his nose grazes mine, my breath hitches in my throat. 

“--and pretty. I…” I swallow thickly, watching his grin spread ear-to-ear at the nervous antic. “I was wondering…what were you gonna ask for if you won our bet? Hm?” he presses. 

As his arms relax onto me, his grip around me stays the same. I take in the feeling, petals of emotions raining through my body like nervous butterflies. 

“I…” My eyes wander just behind his shoulder. He moves his head, making his eyes catch mine as he holds the connection of our eyes meeting. “--well, I, um…” The words fall lifelessly as the overhead light illuminates his perfect features. My mind goes numb. Every thought besides how good he looked was gone. 

His hand untangling itself from around my shoulder catches my mind into reality. I look up from his lips, catching his playful eyes. The warm touch of his hand holding my chin upwards sends my emotions into a spiral, clinging onto the burning pit of anticipation in my gut. 

“Come on, aren’t ya gonna tell me?” he taunts. 

Looming over me, his stature becomes taller somehow, more confident. I feel my eyes going wide, my heart racing in my chest. “I…” My chest sinks inward with a heavy breath being pushed from my lips as I muster up courage. “--I was gonna say…” I bring my hand up, laying my palm flat on his chest as it starts to rise and fall unevenly. “--our next date, it should be something fun. Maybe, something I’ve done that you haven’t, ya know? Make it fair.” I say through a large breath. 

As I let my eyes look into his, the glazed over look sends a smile onto my face with pride. “Yeah…yeah, our second date. I…I’d really like that.” he breathes out. 

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[smallestapplin]

hello I love your writing and I see asks are open so I had to jump in.

would it be okay to request Prowl realizing he's in love with the human that won't leave him alone? Thank you, and have a good day!

I need you to know I thrive and crave more transformers talk in my inbox so this is perfect. (Also I'm down for cybertronian readers too, or just hearing yalls rambles please

This got a little spicy! So mdni 18+ only ^^

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Prowl couldn't stand you at first, but it's like you latched onto him and made it your goal to get him to like you, but he hates to admit that he was easy falling for you. You sassed him, pushed passed his stern warnings just to end up in his office asking if he's eaten yet.

You care so much for him and it shows.

You listen to him rant about those bastard twins and their latest prank, you give him feedback on his plans for missions, you sit on his desk as he works and then his shoulder when he needs to be elsewhere.

He's never seen without you.

And he never wants to be.

He won't show it, he refuses too, but he can't imagine his days without hearing your voice. Anytime you are set to return home he will call you, just to make sure you got home safely, any unfamiliar noise will send him into worry.

He can't lose you too.

He lays on his berth groaning at himself. How could he have fallen in love with a human? How could he picture himself with you, going on late night drives together, or imagining you sitting on his hood.

"I can't believe this." Prowl grumbles, helm in his servos as his mind is filled with thoughts of you.

You're so much smaller than him, he could break you!

Why does that thought excite him?

His doorwings twitch with the thought of your smaller softer touching them, to imagine your lips kissing his sensitive wings, cooing at him.

Or would you want him to hold you, keeping your legs spread as he bullies his spike into your pretty hole? He wants to fill you, cover you with his scent so every bot knows he is your beloved.

Prowl wants to claim you, make you his and only his.

Can humans even sparkbond? Frag, now he has questions he can't ask.

His thoughts are racing, but each one makes his valve clench and spike throb.

It is late....maybe it wouldnt hurt to-

A knock on his door snaps him from it.

"Prowl, are you up?"

Your voice so soft he could barely hear you through the thick metal. The bot wants to punch the air for the interruption but it's you, he can never deny you. Prowl quickly gets up and opens his door, optics staring down right at you.

"What are you doing here, I thought you and Bee were having some sort of gaming night."

It's true, you were showing Bee all sorts of your favorite games you knew he'd love. But you just smile up at him.

"I was, but he went to sleep a little bit ago, so I came to ask if I could room with you?"

He could kill you for making his spark flutter like this. He sighs, only to bend over and reach his hand out for you to hop up on. Your smile widens, and you giggle stepping up into his massive hand.

"Thank you, Prowlie."

"Tck, just warn me next time."

He hates how your eyes sparkle at the mention of a next time.

He's not going to get any sleep with you here, not when your intoxicating scent floods his senses, not when you're so warm against his metal body, not when you look so cute compared to him.

It's going to be a long cycle.

[wonderlandwalker]

Trying to Forget | Finnick Odair x Reader

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summary: part two of the Remember Series. Finnick is trying to make peace with simply being your friend, because he thinks that is better than not getting to see you at all, but he might be proven painfully wrong. tags / content warnings: memory loss, insinuations of smut, angst, foreshadowing word count: 1.3k a/n: I have seen all your requests so here it is. Happy ending is unfortunately not part of my vocabulary so this will have to do. I want to write more as a continuation of this but I have a big exam coming up so unless someone wants to take that for me I might have to take a break for a little bit

He still wasn't used to it, to see you there, to see you sitting next to your friends and how he had to join them as if that’s all he was, a friend. And don't get him wrong, he was glad you were there, he was thankful they had found you, but it hurt too.

You spend your days as if nothing was wrong, and he supposes to you there wasn't. He had to hold himself back from falling to your feet and praying to the gods to give you back to him. And he didn't understand what he had done wrong to deserve this punishment. He knows he has made mistakes in his life, but surely the cruelty of his current situation could not be matched by any and all of his past. When you look at him with those eyes full of excitement he wants to kiss you and make you remember, but it would only push you further away. So he pretends, he pretends he’s okay with the way things are, that he is okay with being a friend. 

He tries to let go, he really does. He tries to separate you from his love for you. He tries to remember not to hug you from behind when he walks into a room, but every time he remembers a piece of him withers away. 

And he doesn't know how to deal with this, because whenever he was upset, he would go to you. He would talk to you, or lay down next to you, and your presence would assure him he’d get through it, it would show him what he was doing it all for. But your presence isn't assuring anymore, it's shattering.

So he’s stopped touching you, he’s stopped looking at you like you’re about to remember him again, he’s stopped showing you affection. But he doesn't know what to do with himself, he’s spent as long as he can remember loving you, and he doesn't know where to channel this hole that is threatening to swallow him. So he makes sure you have everything he knows will light up your days, even if you don’t remember, he’ll remember for you. He makes sure they don't run out of blueberry jam because he remembers the time you told him it made the perfect breakfast with yoghurt. And whenever he does, you always look so surprised, asking him how they possibly could have known, but the real question is how he could possibly ever forget. 

Yes, he’ll remember for you. He’ll remember how you get cold at night after a long day, and he convinces someone to stack an extra blanket on your bed. And you might think it’s a coincidence every time, but he’ll never let coincidence make a turn for the worse. 

He sees when you go to visit the doctor, but he doesn't know what is going on anymore, because he isn't your boyfriend anymore. He’s asking people, bribing people to tell him, but it rarely works, because it’s confidential, and he no longer holds the privilege to your heart. 

There’s a small party tonight, and he knows you’ll be there. He knows because you’ve become close to Johanna, you laugh with her and you spend your days with her. And he’s glad that you’ve found someone you can talk to, but he still wished it had been him. In a way, it’s a small victory, because Johanna has taken pity on him. In any other situation, he’d tell her he didn't need it, he didn't need anyone's sorrow to comfort him, but he’d just be lying to himself and she knows it too. In any other situation he would have shut down on himself, he would have locked himself in his room and not come out. But you’re still here, haunting him like a ghost from a comforting dream he once had, so he goes on as usual, but it might be worse this way. 

Yet he still takes every crumb he can find, and so here he is. He’s standing around talking as if everything isn't so very, very wrong. He sees you walk in, and he wants to look away, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but he just can't. He remembers the dress you’re wearing, and if you had too he would have called you cruel for it. But he knows you don't, he knows it's just him basking in the memory of your skin against his, and that you probably don’t even remember what he feels like anymore.

He recalls the memory as clear as day, but if someone has been repeating them in their head like he had been, there wouldn't be any other option. You’re wearing the dress you wore on your anniversary last year. He had seen you wearing it and insisted on staying in, but you just laughed at him and called him silly for the idea, he didn't think it had been silly. He thought that if you had let him, he would have cancelled everything he had spent weeks planning. Because truly, all he really needed was you. You had shown him the dress and asked him how you looked. He had said you looked good enough to eat, and he was ready to prove his point to you over and over until the sun went down and took his vision of you with it, and even then he would have gladly continued.

But this time he doesn't get to, he sees you walk in with Johanna by your side, and he honestly doesn't know if this was intentional, but the grin she gets when she sees him watching tells him it isn't purely coincidental. Johanna had taken pity on him, but she was testing him as payment. 

All he wants to do is walk over to you, take your hand and kiss the soft base of your palm as you start to giggle nervously. He wants to, but he can’t. He can’t because this time you won't grace his ears with laughter, you’d just pull away. And he tries not to think of the way he wants to trail his fingers from your silk hair to the top of your dress. He tries to distract himself from the urge to kiss you while he drags the zipper down your back. He tries not to remember the way you used to moan his name as he traced a path up your thighs with his lips. 

He wants to forget, he wants to forget so he can find peace again. With all of his might he tries to forget, as if that will make everything more bearable. But in reality, if he did forget, he didn't think he would ever forgive himself.

He tears his eyes away from you and starts to leave before you can meet them, and if he hadn't, if he had given into his wish to keep getting lost in the vision that you were to him, he might have seen the smallest spark of memory flash through your eyes. He might have seen you walk his way to greet him with a new sense of sentiment, trying to nourish the bubbles that had surfaced after the storm. But he never gets the chance, because he has convinced himself keeping his hopes up was futile, he had resigned himself so much to a life of admiring you from a distance that he didn't even consider it might not be forever, that even the cruellest of circumstances can't keep two people destined for each other apart. But if he wasn't careful, the scissors of the fates might take it from him once more before he got the chance to see it.

Part 3: The Will of the Moirai

[pinkcelestialstar]

Guess who's here after God-knows-how-many days ✧*°࿐ I ran out of ideas, and the requests in my inbox are so nice but my brain ain't braining enough to cook a unique plot. So would do them when I do get the ideas T~T..

Anyway, for now this is all that I could think....also happy valentine's to those who have girlfriends and partners(I'm jealous of you), have fun. While for the others.. I don't know, let's just all be delulu together ♡

✧*̥˚ Dᵢₙₙₑᵣ fᵢᵣₛₜ, ₙₑₓₜ yₒᵤ*̥˚✧

fluffy smut (Valentine's Day)~ .

Warning: Top!Bada x bottom!reader. Bada being a little rough. Strap-on. Fingering.

Somehow balancing the huge bouquet, you made it to her place. You use your spare key to walk into her apartment. You look around in awe, the dimly lit apartment with candles setting the mood as you search for your girlfriend, Bada.

You find her in the bathroom, just wearing a silk robe, decorating the bathtub with rose petals; the bathroom is similarly lit as the rest of the apartment. "Wow...baby?" You look around in surprise.

She turns back to see you standing with a huge bouquet. She smiles wide, "Happy Valentine's Day, my love~" She walks to you, pecking your cheek.

You smile back cheerfully, "Happy Valentine's Day, you too, my future wifey~" You hand her the bouquet. She takes it with a huge smile.

She blushes at hearing 'future wifey,' melting a little internally. "Mmm~ You're already making me fall harder~I have a surprise for you~ ta da! How about relaxing together with a spa experience?"

You hop a little, clearly excited. She plays the music before helping you undress and finally taking off her robe, leaving you both naked as she takes your hand and guides you into the bathtub.

She laughs softly at your excited face and sits down in the bathtub with you, wrapping her arms around you as the warm water envelops both of you "Mmm~ This is perfect~ Just you and me, relaxing together"

She glances mischievously at you, squeezing your hand underwater. "You know, I have one more surprise for you later..." she whispers playfully, her lips brushing your ear. "But first, let's enjoy our spa time~" she splashes some water gently at you, giggling.

You giggle, already excited for the surprise, "How did I end up so lucky with such an amazing girlfriend?"

She blushes deeply at the compliment, her heart skipping a beat. "You're the one who's amazing, taking care of me and loving me unconditionally~" she leans in to kiss you softly, the water rippling around you both. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"I love you more" You kiss her again gently.

She deepens the kiss briefly before pulling back, a smile tugging at her lips. "Alright, alright, you always say that~" she chuckles. After a good hour or something, spending under the water with occasionally making out and petting sessions, she stands up and wraps herself in a towel. "Okay, time for the next surprise~"

You check her out and playfully whistle teasing her, to which she blushes but composes herself.

She gave you a cute short black dress to wear while she disappeared from the room, you didn't quite question it as you were excited for the surprise. As you check your outfit in the mirror, she hugs you from behind, now dressed up in a suit. You just stare at the mirror looking at her reflection while your cheeks turn pink. You compose yourself so that you don’t pounce on her....yet.

She leads you back into the living room, which is now dimly lit with candles and soft, romantic music playing in the background. A beautifully set table is in the center of the room, with two place settings and a bouquet of roses.

You gasp "Gosh. Seriously? Miss Ma'am, are you planning to make me fall for you so hard that I won't be able to walk out of your place without marrying you and having your babies?" You say dramatically swooning.

She throws her head back with laughter, amused by your dramatic words. "Well, darling, if tying you down with love, romance, and my irresistible charm is a crime, then I'm absolutely guilty as charged!" she winks playfully, gesturing towards the table.

You happily walk to the table.

As you sit down, she takes her seat across from you, her eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "So, I have one more surprise for you, but you have to promise me something first~" She reaches across the table, her hand gently covering yours.

"What, you're gonna put babies in me?" You ask grinning.

She rolls her eyes playfully, a hint of pink coloring her cheeks. "No, silly. You know that's not possible between us~" she giggles softly, squeezing your hand. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you'll always be honest with me and communicate openly, okay?"

You smile softly, "of course, baby"

She smiles back softly, then takes a deep breath. "Okay...", she bites her lip nervously. She pulls out a velvet box and gives it to you.

"Another surprise?! God! I'm definitely walking out pregnant from here!"

She almost chokes on her wine from laughing so hard "Stop it! That's exactly why you shouldn't joke about things like that~" she fans herself dramatically.

You smile wide as you take and open it to find a beautiful necklace. You gasp, "No way-" You quickly reach out and take out a similar box that you bought and hand it to her. She opened it, and that had a necklace in it too. Both of you look at each other and laugh.

"Why don't we put it on each other?" To which you nod. She walks around the table and helps you wear it and you help her wear the necklace you bought.

"Before anything, let's eat the dinner. Gotta keep you fully energized~" she says.

"Energized? Suspicious..." you look at her with narrow eyes, smiling.

"Now eat properly before I decide to spank that playful bottom of yours~" she winks mischievously.

You wink back playfully, "You know I wouldn't complain though" You sip the wine.

She raises an eyebrow, smirking mischievously. "Mmh, I know you wouldn't protest too much..." she takes a bite of her meal, her mind racing with thoughts of her surprise and the playful banter between you two.

After the dinner, you ask, "Now, Where's my dessert?"

"Dessert? Oh, I have something special planned for that..." She stands up, smoothing her suit. She takes your hand and pulls you up, then lifts you off the ground, carrying you in bridal style.

You gasp for the nth time today, "what- heeeeyyyyyy! my dessert??"

She carries you out of the living room into the bedroom and sets you down gently on the bed. She dims the lights, the only light coming from the candles she placed around the room. "sorry sweetheart, but you are the dessert tonight~"

You look around and blush hard. "w-woah! ma'am..." you fan your face with your hand, "Seems like I'm definitely getting pregnant today"

She throws her head back with laughter again. "God, you're so dramatic! You know we can't actually get pregnant, right? But if you want, we can sure try until you do." She unbuttons her shirt slowly, watching your reaction carefully.

Your breath hitches as your eyes trail over her form. She sees you checking out her body, the muscles definition on her stomach and arms. She unbuckles her belt slowly, watching you bite your lower lip. She smirks mischievously, knowing that you find her body attractive. "You like?" She asks softly, unzipping her pants.

You try to say something but only whimpers slip out as you see the bulge in her pants. You do notice her middle and ring fingers tied with a bow, too, her nails clean, and her fingers with rings. You swallow hard.

She chuckles softly, seeing you speechless and blushing. "As your last surprise...we will be focusing only on you tonight." You whine a little, but she places her finger on your lips, silencing you. "Gonna do it just as you like it. And you're just gonna be receiving ~"

She slowly pulls down her pants, revealing her toned lower body, the bulge in her underwear clearly visible, and takes off her rings, placing them on the nightstand. She climbs onto the bed, crawling towards you slowly, like a predator hunting its prey.

You instinctively move backward as she comes closer to tease her; the fingers tied together with a bow are already making you wet since you know where they are gonna be in a while.

She notices your wetness from your exposed panties, a satisfied smile on her face. She reaches out and gently pulls you back towards her by the ankle, spreading your legs apart. She leans in, her tied fingers brushing against your folds, making you shiver.

"Look at you, all wet and ready for me~"

Your hips twitch as you spread my legs more exposing your panties under the dress.

"Fuck, its so easy to get you soaked~" she leans in closer, her hot breath against your ear. "You want me to take off your panties with my teeth?" Her finger traces along your panty line.

You get more aroused and a choked moan escapes your lips.

She smirks confidently as she sees your arousal, pleased by your reaction.

"That's my girl..." she murmurs huskily, shifting her body to position herself between your legs. Slowly, she leans forward, her teeth grazing the fabric of your panties as she tugs gently.

You hold the skirt up, your chest heaving.

She gently pulls your panties with her teeth until they're completely off, tossing them aside. Her eyes meet yours with intense desire, and she traces your folds with her bowed fingers. "Your pussy's so fucking pretty~" she whispers, slowly sliding both the bow tied fingers against your entrance.

You moan as your thighs tremble already.

She smirks as she hears your moans, her fingers pressing harder against your entrance, slowly pushing inside of you. "Mmm... so nice and warm~" she begins to pump her fingers in and out of you, her other hand reaching up to caress your breast through the fabric of your dress.

You gasp and moan as your hands, which were holding you give out, and you fall backward on the bed.

She follows you down, not letting her fingers leave your warmth. She continues to pump them in and out, her pace steady and controlled. Her thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly as she leans down to suck on your neck, marking you. "My pretty, beautiful baby. All mine~"

You arch and clench around her fingers as if wanting to keep them there forever.

She can feel your walls tightening around her fingers, and she knows you're close. She picks up the pace, her fingers thrusting harder and faster inside of you as her thumb presses firmly against your clit. She bites down on your neck, marking you as she brings you to the edge.

You scream her name as you convulse, your hips buck as you cum on her fingers.

She muffles your scream with her mouth, swallowing it as she continues to pump her fingers inside of you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. She breaks away from the kiss to look down at you, her eyes glinting with unspent desire. She leans down and slurps your release, cleaning you with her tongue before pulling back and looking down at you "Turn over~"

With shaky legs, you turn over and get on your knees with face down and ass up.

She takes a second to admire the view, your dress bunched up at your waist, your back arching beautifully. She spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your tight little hole winking back at her. She spits on your pussy from behind, slowly pushing the saliva inside with her tied fingers.

You arch, "Ah! bada!"

She continues to push the saliva inside, preparing your pussy for her what was coming next. She stands up and removes the bow from her fingers, freeing them. She pulled her boxers off, freeing the strap-on, which had a bow tied to it on its base. She reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the lube, pouring some into her hand. "Gonna fuck this little pussy until you can't walk straight~"

You moan at her words and sight before you, face in the mattress, ass high as your arousal seeps out.

She sees your juices running down your thighs, making your skin shiny. She spreads your cheeks again, seeing your little pussy winking at her again. She spreads your folds, seeing your wetness. She lubes up her strap-on generously, pressing the head against your entrance.

She pushes the head of the strap-on against your entrance, applying pressure. She slowly starts to push inside, the thick strap-on stretching your tight hole. She pushes in slowly, her fingers tracing along your spine as she pushes the strap-on deeper inside of you. "Fuck, you're so tight~"

You whimper and arch, pushing your back against her.

"Mmm~ such a good girl..." she slowly pushes in the rest of her strapon, feeling your tight walls enveloping it completely. She leans forward, pressing her body against your back, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to play with your clit.

You were already trembling "bada...bada..bada..."

she hears your chanting and knows you're loving it. She pulls back slightly before thrusting hard inside of you, making you yelp. She continues this pace, her hips snapping back and forth as she pounds into you. Her fingers roll your clit swiftly, wanting to make you scream again.

"Look at you, taking it so well~" she pants, sweat beading on her forehead as she continues to pound into you. She can feel you starting to clench around her strap-on, getting close to breaking. She wraps her fingers around your throat gently, applying slight pressure.

You moan and clench more around the toy.

She feels you clenching harder, making it harder for her to pull out. She loves the feel of it. She wraps her fingers around your throat a little tighter, cutting off some of your air as she continues to pound into you.

You cry in pleasure.

She feels your whimpers vibrate against her fingers as she squeezes your throat. It's such a turn-on, seeing you so helplessly aroused. She leans down, her lips brushing your ear as she growls, "Gonna make this pussy mine..."

She sees your body shiver. She knows you like her dominant side. She tightens her fingers around your throat again, picking up the pace with her hips. The strap-on slams inside of you hard and deep, making wet, dirty sounds.

She feels your body shaking, knows you're right on the edge. She lets your throat go, instead pushes her two fingers inside your mouth, knowing how much you love her fingers. With a final, hard thrust, she makes the strap-on hit your g-spot, and you come undone.

"FUCK~!!" She groans. You cry and choke on her fingers. Sobbing in intense pleasure.

She sees your body wracking with sobs as she slowly pulls her fingers out of your mouth, your inner thighs soaked with your juices. She slowly pulls out her strap-on, hearing you whimper pitifully. She sees your hole gaping slightly, full of lube and your wetness.

She smiles, satisfied with the sight. She stands up, looking down at you with a satisfied gaze. She reaches down, gathering some of your juices on her fingers and bringing them to her lips, licking them clean. "Sweet."

You roll onto the bed on your back, sniffling as you blink to see her clearly through your glossy eyes.

She stands over you, the strap-on glistening with your juices, her pink bow still perfectly tied. She wipes stray tears from your cheeks softly. "Are you okay, baby..." she asks tenderly, her expression surprisingly gentle after being so rough. "I marked you good~"

You hum and pull her by the necklace she was wearing, into a kiss. "Best Valentine's Day ever..." you say, visibly exhausted.

She chuckles softly against your lips, kissing you back tenderly. She pulls away, her eyes sparkling with affection. "The best, huh?" she teases with a playful smirk, running her fingers through your messy hair. "Guess I'll have to top that next year~"

She laughs softly, unbuckling her strap-on. She tosses it aside, looking back at you. Your dress is wrinkled and hiked up around your waist, your inner thighs shiny and wet. She sees small hickeys on your neck and collarbone from where she marked you.

You then sit up to remove the remaining clothes on your body, tossing it somewhere before getting under the sheets to get cozy.

She watches you strip off your dress, your body naked and marked. She sees slight red handprints on your hips and throat where she gripped you hard. She bites her lip, finding you so damn sexy.

She looks down at herself standing only in a bra. She unhooks her bra to reveal her perky chest before she slides into bed beside you, pulling you into her arms.

"Mmm~"

"naked cuddles!!" You say cheerfully.

She laughs softly, pulling you closer so that you're sprawled on top of her. She wraps her arms and legs around you, keeping you trapped in her embrace. She nuzzles your neck, breathing in your scent. "Naked cuddles are the best cuddles~"

"Yeah...I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow..." you say as you can't feel your lower half.

She laughs softly, squeezing your butt cheeks playfully. "Probably not. Your legs were spread wide open for me, and I was brutal." She laughs again, remembering how she pounded into you.

"I feel pregnant now; you're the father or, in this case, the mother. Get ready to take responsibility for the child..." you say.

She laughs loudly, "You're so dramatic. I used a strap-on, baby, how the hell are you gonna get pregnant?" She laughs again, smacking your bottom softly.

You hum, "Can't help if your strap game is so good..."

She bursts out laughing, pulling you tighter against her. "Ohh~ my strap game was that good, huh? I'll make sure to keep getting better so that one day, I DO get you pregnant with the strap-on as you say" you both laugh together.

"I love you, my hypothetical baby's mama" you say, eyes filled with love. She chuckles, "Love you too, my short cupcake of a girlfie~" to which you whine, slapping her shoulder, "heyyyyy! Stop teasing me with my height, I called you with something so cute and you call me short" you huff, puffing your cheeks.

She laughs and pokes your nose, "there, there, my big baby, don't sulk now. My girlfriend is the tallest! Wayyyyy taller than me. Happy now?" You glare up at her as she leans down and bites the tip of your nose and both end up laughing together.

Am I being too gay? The first thing I noticed was how pretty, clean and short the nails were and her long fingers, not the rings she was showing or whatever she was saying. My head is too in the gutter I guess. Or I'm just a bitch who's girlfriend deprived.

But for damn sure, these pictures aren't giving me any appropriate thoughts-

Bye.

[backwardsbread]

Hello !!

Don’t mine me dropping in a request but I HAVE BECOME OBSESSED with your writing (it’s such a good way off letting off steam and the way you write the characters make it so bealive you can’t convince me u don’t work for vivziepop) ANYWAYS.

I was wondering if you could write headcannons for husk x oblivious!reader? Like basically EVERYONE in the hotel know that husk has a crush on the reader (even thought he keeps denying it) but reader is just oblivious to this. And like angel and alastor always tease him about this right in readers face and she just doesn’t get it which makes husk more flustered ? I HAVE FALLEN INTO THE RABBIT HOLE OF HUSKS DEEP VOICE 💔

(Reader could be gn or AFAB, really anything you are comfortable writing with :3!!)

Hope this reaches you in a good time :33 !!!!

You guys- everytime I open my inbox and see such sweet messages and AMAZING requests— MY HEART CANT HANDLE IT.

That being said, this prompt is GOLD. I hope I did it justice!

Hazbin Hotel:

Husk x Oblivious!Reader

Warnings‼️: none really? Light swearing, Lots of fluff, Fem!Reader, use of Y/N.

~Not proofread~

To me, Husk is almost insecure about his feelings.

He likes to keep things real and genuine, done get me wrong, but he’s constantly listening to other people’s drama and thoughts.

He’s a good source of comfort for the hotel guests, including you. Someone who will listen to you without judgement.

I think how he starts falling for you has to do with this. You’d stay up late nights with Husk while he closes the bar, often times turning the tables on him.

Asking him how he’s doing, what he did throughout the day, even something as simple as asking fun facts about him

Your guys’ game of 20 questions became a norm every night. Slowly you creeped over the walls Husk had put around himself. Something Husk didn’t realize you had done until it was far too late.

The warm feeling he gets in his chest after your guys’ interactions wells up into butterflies in his gut. It doesn’t take long for him to get feelings for you when you were always nothing short of perfect in his eyes.

Since he’s one to usually keep his feelings to himself, he tries to hide this from you and the other attendees of the hotel.

But once he actually realizes he has a crush on you, oh buddy, is he OBVIOUS.

His calm and cool demeanor shifting into anxiety whenever anyone brings the topic of you up or even dares to ask if you two are an item.

It doesn’t help that Alastor can read him like a book after many years of owning Husk’s soul.

Even so, Husk can’t help the way his voice and demeanor soften whenever interacting with you.

I can definitely see Angel noticing this next and making a SCENE about it. He didn’t mean to embarrass his friend, but he can’t help poking fun.

(Also, Angel was mildly upset that Husk hadn’t just told him about his feelings towards you. Angel would be the best wingman.)

Angel does try to set the two of you up frequently, trying to nudge you guys to make things official.

Except one teensy weensy issue.

You completely misunderstood Husk’s advancements towards you as friendly banter.

Confusing your own interest towards him as simple excitement to hang out with him.

Angel and Alastor find this hilarious

Both of them are able to openly tease Husk around you while you have no clue what they’re insinuating.

They just watch Husk panic as they outright call him out on his crush. While you just stare at them confused as if they’re telling an inside joke.

It drives Husk bonkers how you don’t seem to catch on to his flirting or feelings for you.

He honestly doesn’t know what was worst, you not realizing his feelings, or the fact you responded to his advances so nonchalantly.

Can you imagine Husk gets the courage to hold your hand or something, and you’re just like

‘Oh this is a thing now! Alright anyways-.’

And just move on as if nothing happened/changed.

He even asks you out on dates occasionally, but instead of it turning out as alone time, you end up inviting other hotel members.

And he just can’t say no to you so he’s left with joining a group dinner, with apologetic looks from Angel and amused grins from Alastor.

When Husks asks for it to just be the two of you, you assume he’s in an argument with the other hotel attendees.

“Oh are you in an argument with Angel right now? What happened?”

“Is Alastor pissing you off? I can talk to Charlie about it! She’ll get it handled.”

It drives Husk NUTS. Every innocent move you make leaves him even more flustered.

The fact that you don’t even seem phased by it leaves him feeling frustrated and kind of rejected.

Which was never your intent! You just didn’t understand your feelings for the ex overlord and his towards you.

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You were in Angel’s hotel room. He was picking out an outfit for you, throwing you in all different kinds of combinations. Different dresses with different styles, cute skirts and tops, jumpsuits, you name it. You enjoyed the little game of dress up he was playing with you, but you weren’t sure the exact reasoning for suddenly using you as a model.

“Okay okay, this one is so cute.” You walk out of Angel’s bathroom, a huge grin on your face. Angel looks over towards you, wolf whistling as he looks you up and down.

You were dolled up in a burnt orange dress that was bedazzled in rhinestones. The shiny stones making diamond patterns along the dress. It had puffy sleeves made of tool that fell off your shoulders. The dress hugged your waist and the skirt flowed out, reaching just past your knee.

You look at yourself in the full length mirror, doing a little spin to see yourself in full view. Angel approached you, making sure the zipper on the back of the dress was all the way up and secure.

“You look hot, toots! The color really suits you.” Angel compliment while you ruffled your hair to give it more volume. You giggle at his compliment, continuing to admire yourself in the mirror.

There was a timid knock on Angel’s door, making the spider demon grin and turn on his heel. You kept admiring your outfit in the mirror while Angel answered the knock.

“Right on time!” Angel said as he opened the door. You look in the mirror to see who was at the door behind you. Husk was there, grumbling a bit at Angel’s enthusiasm.

Your smile brightened, turning to look over at Husk. Once he got full view of you in that dress, he froze, his face flushing dark hues of magenta. Husk was also dressed nicely, more put together than usual. His hat not on its usually place between his ears, his hair done up nice, a burnt orange bow tie complimenting a new grey suit he was wearing.

“Hey, look, we match!” You exclaim, grinning ear to ear. Angel sighed while Husk blinked out of his tiny daydream.

“I- uh.. looks like we do.” Husk muttered, his embarrassment getting the better of him. You both stayed quiet for a bit, the anticipation absolutely killing Angel. After what felt like ages of silence, Angel went over to you, nudging you towards Husk.

“Ahem, (Y/N), Husk here was actually wondering if you would accompany him tonight. There’s this new place that he’s been dying to try. It’s got some real fancy food!” Angel gave Husk a look as he tried to get the ball rolling. Husk only blushed and looked towards you to see how you reacted to his- well Angel’s- proposal.

“Ooo! Sounds great! I’d love to. Are you coming too?” You questioned. The ask made Husk die a little inside.

“No, nope. I’ve got some uh..things to attend to! So just the two of you. A date, you could call it.” Angel clarified, giving a not so subtle wink towards Husk, who returned it with a glare.

You feel your face heat up and for some reason your heart seems to skip a beat. Just you and Husk? There was nothing wrong with that. But the idea excited you nonetheless. Now that you thought about it, it was rare you and Husk got time alone outside the hotel. Sure he had suggested going out often. But not on.. a date as Angel had suggested.

You smile, moving to link your arm with Husk’s, “Yeah! That sounds great actually.”

Husk looks surprised at your reaction, he was halfway expecting you to suggest inviting anyone else to the outing. He can’t help the grin that forms on his face.

“Well then.. let’s get out of here.” Husk says, guiding you out of Angel’s room. As the two of you are walking down the hallways, Angel calls out to the both of you.

“Have fun, lovebirds! Husk, don’t ruin that dress, it was expensive!” Angel shouts, making Husk flip him off, grumbling a bit.

“Are we eating messy food? I can change-..” You start, but Husk cuts you off.

“No- No, sweetheart, Angel is just a prick. Don’t worry.. let’s just focus on tonight.”

“Just us..”

[str4wb3rr1e]

Tom Kaulitz x fem!reader

Synopsis: He knew how one night stands worked, he’d had tons, but what was it that made him so god damn attracted to her?

Warnings: meantions of smut, overall fluff.

You woke up covered in your duvets as your phone chimed a couple times making you groan and rub your eyes, sitting up you picked up your phone and tried your best to read whatever message you got.

Unknown number? You opened your inbox and slowly started to read the texts your blurry vision making it harder to focus

“Hey, this is Tom.” Read the first text, Tom? You thought to yourself.

Tom! It clicked in your head, the guitarist you had slept with a few nights ago.

“You forgot your glasses, figured you’d want them back.”

Your glasses? What glasses?

You reached out for your night table, shuffling around the stuff as you noticed something was missing, your glasses.

Your dior glasses.

“Fuck…” you mumbled as you dialed the number in desperation of getting your expensive accessory back.

“Hello?” You called, “Hey, is this (Y/N)?” Said the voice on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah… umm, I kinda forgot my-“, “Glasses? Yeah I know they’re here right now.” Tom finished your sentence for you with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah” you chuckled back, “So, if you could just drop it in the lobby of the hotel or you know whatever-“, “Why don’t you come pick it up? Does 8 sound good?” Again Tom cut you off.

You weren’t bothered by it though.

“Yeah, alright, 8 sound fine.” You replied, “Perfect, see you tonight.” He said before hanging up.

You stood there for a second, your brain trying to process what the fuck just happened.

“Just gonna get my glasses back.” You mumbled to yourself trying your best to hide your excitement.

It wasn’t long until the time you’ve been waiting all day had come, at 7:43 you called a cab and drove to the hotel.

Currently it was 8:01, standing at the gates of the hotel under the big gray clouds above you.

“Alright, just go get your glasses back.” You huffed as you stepped inside the gigantic building.

It wasn’t everyday you’ve had to meet up with your one night stands.

“Hi, umm, room 834?” You asked at the receptionist who gave you a dirty look before navigating to the room.

“Thanks, bitch.” You’ve mumbled that last part of course.

The elevator dings as the door opened to your destination, floor 8.

You slowly walked around the hall, your heels clicking with every step you took against the carpet floor.

Room 834… Room 834… And there it was.

Instead of standing awkwardly in front of the door you decided to knock.

A couple of seconds later the boy opened the door from the other side.

“(Y/N), hold on for a moment…” he said before disappearing back into the room.

He came back with your glasses and leaned against the doorway.

“Here,” he handed you your expensive glasses carefully, “Thanks” you smiled as you caressed your glasses.

Even though this was exactly why you got here his looks and the way he gazed into your eyes made it seem like he wanted more than that.

And not going to lie, you also wanted that, that thing that makes your mind go fuzzy and make you forget about all the things you should worry about.

So without further ado you collided your lips together, his hands traveling to your waist squeezing the parts that your jeans highlighted.

You don’t quite remember how you ended up here, laying flat on Tom’s bed as his head on you bare chest, your hand massaging his scalp every now and then.

“You do this with every girl?” You asked breaking the silence,

“Do what?” He turned his head to look at you.

“Call them to your room, have sex, send them away right after?”

He chuckled at your obvious detailed question, “Not like this…” he replied lifting his head from your chest.

“Right, the girls you’ve fucked right in this room would disagree.” You chuckled.

“Yeah but, never called any of them back…” he gazed into your eyes as his index finger brushed across your cheek.

“You’re saying I’m special?” You smiled sheepishly, “You sure do feel special.” He smiled back.

[girl-lostconnection]

I'm flattered. >☆<

I'm very glad you enjoy my silly banter and dun worry, I've got many curiosities that still have to be fed.

And here's a mini gift !

As always, it's oka if you dun like it bb♡

Imagine Elden Ring Au where Ghost is slowly crawling his way in the witch's heart, but witch is already deeply rooted.

Yes, Ghost at first respected and loved you for being so kind and lovely to his sweetheart Soap, but now–

Now it's getting personal.

He usually didn't mind sending you in your mary way as soon as the sun rose, no, actually, he didn't even bother sending you off.

He just made sure that Soap didn't follow you (as per request), keeping him under his arm, protected, tucked in, warm..

Until he minded.

His mouth dry, lips sealed shut, perhaps too nervous, or uncertain about what boundaries to push and what-not.

After all, he had the luxury to stay in your house and care for Soap, but he didn't have the privilage to push any of your boundaries.

Hence why he compared you to a string ready to snap, waiting for the right moment to snap and kick him out.

Ghost was like a dog, a good dog, waiting for a reward for being so obedient.

The reward being you caring for him as much as you did with Soap.

If not that, didn't he at least deserve a little treat?

Maybe not, because you never got too close to comfort.

Nor did you ever push any of his boundaries, (like he wanted you to) and not findin any way to conect to you was pure torture.

His eyes followed your every move, longing for the soft and loving touch you gave to Soap.

If you touched him like that and if he touched Soap in the meanwhile, y'all would fit like the perfect puzzle, or so he thought.

Such a greedy dog. Wanting both owner and pet.

That's why he chose to start soft, askin simple question, makin small favors here and there, helpin around more often.. such a good dog, when will you reward him? When?

You gotta tell him before he goes nuts..

Sorry.. Ghost has already gone nuts the moment your smile met his gaze with lips on his rought skin.

Can he melt on your floor? Can he Pleasepleasepleaseplease. He'll clean up..

Of course he can, you could and would never deny for long such a good and obedient dog.

You may be a witch, but not a cruel one ye?

You finally gave him a treat, it was simple, sleepin on the same bed..

And darn did he get greedier after the delicious treat.

From sleepin on the same bed, to callin you luv.. to kissing your lips.. neck...

good doggy finally got his full reward.

Bye.. I dinnae what came in my mind, but here ya go bb🤲🏻

-🦭anon

Bb. Babylicious. Babylon of my inbox.

I see you like dog analogies and desperate needy Simon…i see you are a person with taste for finer things. May i perhaps…introduce you to Rust in pieces, my liege? May i offer you these modest 10 thousand words of my feverish inspiration that i YEARN to talk about with someone? Put me out of my misery, oh, anon of all anons. Please.

On the brighter note, this is DELICIOUS. I gobbled it right up and I would eat it uppppp again if it came to it. This is some good food, thank you, seal. I love how desperate and hungry Simon is, how he tries to trail the boundary but can’t help but push just a little bit because he wants in-in-in, because it’s warm inside and he’s so cold, luv, won’t you let him warm up for just a bit, no?

Also him being slightly jealous of Johnny? Chef’s kiss. I LIVE for things like that, he is so good, let me kiss him, this big wolf of a man. I’m sorry I have soft spot for dark knights.

Really you are spoiling me, this is so fun and so cool and I’m honestly super excited that you brought another gift (ehehehheheheehehhe) for me, like you can’t imagine. I’m twirling my hair and kicking my feet, seal. Thank you so much, really, that’s awfully sweet of you!

[lemotmo]

🙃

Q. You mentioned a couple of days ago that people not freaking out over the lack of Jennifer makes no sense given those people are freaking out about Ryan. The lack of Jennifer makes perfect sense though. As far as the audience knows Maddie is about to get kidnapped. The show isn't going to spoil the outcome of that by showing her in bts scenes.

A. Exactly. Maddie is about to get kidnapped, and even though it is safe to assume that Maddie will be just fine, the show doesn't want to spoil the outcome before it airs. As far as the audience is aware Eddie is planning to move to Texas. The show doesn't want to spoil the outcome of that sooner than they have to. They're in the exact same situation. It's exactly the same, anon. And the fact that you can recognize that on one hand, but completely ignore the very same circumstances when they include Eddie, means you're intentionally ignoring the obvious answer in favor of twisting yourself into knots to try and force the other narrative. It makes absolutely no sense. I believe we've seen Jennifer and Angela one time a piece, someone please feel free to correct me if I'm misremembering that, but we've seen Ryan more times than either one of them. But it doesn't matter. None of you all care about the reality, you care about the doom posting from the group of people who wanted the plot device to take his job. It's baffling to me.

The show has not been subtle with what they're doing with Buck and Eddie. They're setting up a feelings realization, mutual pinning, and eventual relationship storyline. That's what we're seeing. The show has literally followed a paint by numbers trope for them since season 7. And they haven't made this difficult to follow. It is the beginning of the culmination of the ultimate slow burn. That's where we are. And if someone doesn't want to watch it, for whatever reason, and if someone doesn't want to acknowledge it, again for whatever reason, then they don't have to. But the never ending negativity after negativity is over. Everyone is tired. We don't care anymore. If you want to pretend you're not seeing what you're seeing then that's on you. It's not my responsibility, or anyone else's responsibility, to continually try to convince you all to accept what you're seeing. Enjoy it with the rest of us or stay in the lane with the other deniers, but leave the rest of us out of it. Because I'm vibrating with anticipation. And I have lots of fun asks in my inbox from other people vibrating with excitement. I don't want to keep seeing this stuff. It's pointless. And you all don't care about the legitimate answers we're giving you anyway. So it's a waste of my time and your time. We got BTS bits from calls for one freaking episode and you all concocted an entirely fabricated event in your heads as a result. Literally. You all made it up from BTS things he was never going to be in because Eddie is in EL Paso. I can't help you all here. And none of us should have to answer these questions multiple times a day only for you all to invent another reason to doom even after we, and in this case Ryan himself, told you your dooming over nothing. Get in the car and party with us or stay out of the lane entirely. It's that simple. I am not trying to sound mean or dismissive, but I genuinely don't know what you all are looking for at this point, and I'm tired of trying to figure it out. I have waited 7 years for this moment. I'm going to enjoy it with my friends and mutuals. And I'm going to geek out and cry tears of joy over my boys getting their love story. I'm going to enjoy my fandom experience. Bi Buck was pretty much ruined for us. You all will not ruin this. Please let yourself enjoy it, and if you can't then please let those of us who can enjoy it for ourselves.

Thank you Nonny!

It is true though... I am so tired of this. 😫

What even is the point of this question but to create more chaos and uncertainty in the Buddie fandom? Joke's on them though. Ali is too good with words and she's always able to cut right to the chase.

Bottom line: Eddie is NOT leaving forever. Ryan is NOT leaving the show. We will still see Eddie in El Paso dealing with his parents and trying to connect with Christopher. Eddie and Chris will come back in a few episodes, I'm thinking 2 or 3 max.

Can we all collectively move on from this discourse now? Thank you.

Now let's get excited for the new episode tomorrow! EEEE!

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[taegimood]

Chubby small chest reader x soobin or huening kai 🤭 (I never see people write about chubby girls with small tits smh)

EEEEEE i have small bewbs too and i feel like most writers always imply bigger ones so i like this ask 🤧 i also answered an ask for chubby reader x soobin here for more in-depth details and there’s a small one with taehyun on my masterlist too if you wanna read those, but small boobs weren’t involved so let’s think on this 👀

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firstly, soobin: as bunnie said in my inbox a few days ago.. if there’s boob there’s soob 🫡 soobin is a simple man.. he sees titties and it’s instant heart eyes (and instant tent in his pants) so when you guys get intimate for the first time, your insecurity is quickly squashed by the fact that he’s looking at you as though you were sent straight from heaven. his eyes are instantly roaming every curve and dip of your body, lips slightly parted, hands reaching out with questioning eyes that ask for permission to touch — when you shyly nod, he’s instantly tracing over every inch of you, softly squeezing your curves, your tits, everything he can get his hands on.

you’d already assumed that soobin was a boob guy, so you feel awkward when you quietly mumble “sorry they’re kinda small..” but soobin’s head is shooting up so fast to look at you, shaking it back and forth profusely as he assures you “no, no, no! baby, you’re.. you’re so beautiful.” he’s almost breathless, and your confidence swells at the nearly fucked out look he already has on his face when you’ve barely even done anything yet. your tits are in his mouth constantly after that (if they’re not too busy being massaged under his huge, warm hands). the sex is so good, so passionate, full of his praises for your body — your supple curves and rolls that drive him crazy, your small tits that ignite his size kink even more when he can completely cover them with his giant hands alone. soob is just so obsessed w you.. can never get enough after this 🤧

kai 🥺 i’ll go more in depth here since i haven’t written him with chubby reader yet <3 this boy would literally worship you. you’re complaining to your weeb boyfriend that you don’t have anime boobs and he’s just like no !!! all boobs can be anime boobs !!! sitting there expectantly as he waits for you to take off your shirt lmao. he looks like an excited puppy as he simultaneously massages your thick thighs with his hands — oh, does he love your thighs. so squishy and soft and perfect for resting his head on (or between, he hopes). when you finally undress yourself he literally GROANS as if this is the best thing he’s ever seen in his life, and he’s convinced that it is as you let him immediately busy his lips all over your body. mumbling “you’re seriously so perfect,” against your chest as you giggle shyly, which quickly turns into a small moan as he gropes your tits into his big hands, sucking and nibbling at your nipples. like soobin, you can tell that he’s enamored with the size difference. his eyes are fixated as he murmurs — nearly whimpers — “so cute,” before lifting his gaze to yours. “you’re just so cute, babe. so pretty.” you can tell there’s another kind of eagerness behind his words, confirmed as he whispers with red dusting his cheeks,,, “please sit on my face.” the shiver that runs straight through your body and down to your core is obvious, as is the warmth flooding your cheeks as you shake your head vigorously. “hyuka, i- you can’t, i’ll crush you.” your voice quiets at the last part as you avoid his eyes but he’s SO quick to pepper you in assurances, begging for it, promising to make you feel so good — and you’re so glad that you finally agreed. we all know that i’m a top member of the kai face sitting club, and when i tell you he’d absolutely ravish you, i mean it. he’d be SOOOO turned on by your thick thighs caging in his head, alternating between squeezing them and squeezing your ass, one hand traveling up to caress your squishy tummy before groping at your little tits, moaning into your cunt as he encourages you to put your full weight on him and ride his face <3 his cock is straining hard against his sweatpants to the point where he’s whining, bucking his hips into the air, squeezing at your thighs and your hip dips, the feeling of your curves squishing between his hand nearly enough to make him cum in his pants as he massages your cute tits one after the other. the way he fucks you in missionary mating press after that — making sure he has full access to your boobs — has your tongue lolling and your legs shaking. kai is so down bad for you 🤧

[writingquestionsanswered]

I often come up with ideas or scenes that seem like a perfect fit for my story, but I’m not able to write them down. By the time I am able to write it down, I’ve forgotten it, and what I do remember lacks that spark that had me so excited in the first place.

Do you have any tips for remembering/keeping ideas fresh in your mind?

Keeping Ideas Fresh in Your Mind

This is the age old struggle for writers... you'll always get your best ideas when you're driving, showering, having a cavity filled, or waiting for a funeral to start.

Sadly, there's just really not a lot you can do about it, and how much you can do depends on the situation and what's available to you. If you're able to focus on the idea long enough to repeat it several times in your head, you're going to have a better chance of remembering it later. And there are some memorization techniques I'll share in a minute that can help with that. However, if you're doing something that requires your full attention--like listening to a lecture in class or paying attention to a customer's concerns, you obviously can't do that. And in that case, the best thing you can do is write the idea down as soon as you possibly can. Even if you just write down a snippet every second you can, that's better than nothing.

If you're driving home, cleaning, making dinner, bathing your kids, or something else that allows you to use a phone app while you're doing something else, you might look for an audio note taking app. You could even video yourself talking about the idea if all else failed.

Another option would be to call a trusted friend or family member who might have a few minutes free to jot the idea down for you and e-mail or text it to you.

Some memorization techniques to try if you have the ability to focus on the idea for a few minutes:

-- repeat the idea several times -- break the idea down into key points that are easier to remember -- turn your idea into an "elevator pitch" -- turn the idea into a song -- use a mnemonic -- cast the characters with favorite actors and imagine the scene playing out on TV or in a movie

I hope that helps!

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Pink Petals

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

See pinned post for (series) masterlist and (oneshots) masterlist and more.

Summary: Chris had a past with a few girls who had left him burned. Y/n had succumbed to the utter tragedy of giving up on her high school sweetheart a while ago. Chris walks into Y/n’s flower shop, searching for  a bouquet of flowers for a girl. A blind date takes the lovelorn pair into fate’s hands. Chris isn’t holding back his true colors anymore. He’s a true romantic. Handwritten letters, cheesy compliments…and maybe some flowers. 

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, mentions of SA, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

A/N: To be added to the taglist, send a request in my inbox or comment on the pinned post. I'm far more likely to see requests sent to my inbox.

With love and big tits, Rose.

Part Five: Mouth Full 

Chris’s POV

I was used to being confused when I woke up. Never sleeping in the same place consistently had led to this guaranteed cluelessness. But, the sweet floral scent and soft hair tickling my nose had left me more dumbfounded than ever. 

Opening my eyes with slow limbs starting to stretch out, I come to a halt. Her body rests cradled against me, her back curled into my chest as her head rested on my arm beneath a pile of hair. I listened closely, my ear jumping at the soft snores slipping through her lips. 

A surge of contentment had laid me back down, tightening the arm I had strung around her waist and pulling her closer. She lets out a quiet hum from the notion, the snores coming to a stop as she shifts positions, leaning further into my arm as a head rest. 

I bite on my tongue hard as her hands reach up to my arm beneath her head that had slightly lost feeling. The numb muscles quickly start to reawaken as I clench with excitement feeling her hand sleepily slip into mine. I let my finger close around her small hand, warming the cold ligaments with my body heat. 

The shuffle of her body makes my nose start to twitch. I slowly start to remove my hand around her waist. With a cautious movement, I gather locks of hair embezzled in my face. I place the handful of hair between us, smoothing it down on her back. 

With an open palm, I wander my hand and let it rest on her hip gently. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing a sliver of her stomach. I gently tug the fabric down and let my hand rest above it. 

“Chris?” I hear her grumble out. 

Too lazy to open my mouth, I hum in response. I feel her side raise with a deep breath. She nuzzles herself further into my hold as I bring my head up to rest on top of hers. Her hand still lays in mine as her other one starts delicately tracing mindless shapes from the tips of her nails onto my forearm beneath her head. 

It felt like heaven. 

I let my face drop, snuggling into the crevice of her jaw and shoulder as I focused on the tickling sensation that had the comfort of an imaginary cloud bed. 

“Oh wait–” 

She abruptly stops. I feel her head lift from my arm. Following her actions I lift my own head. With doing this, I prop my arm to hold my weight on my elbow. I looked around and then down at her, assessing the surroundings of what had caused the sudden reaction. 

“--is your arm okay?” she asks, sitting up quickly and reaching out. 

Unable to contain the smile, I grin at her caring question. With a curt nod of my head, she relaxes, her shoulders dropping as she lets out a sigh of relief. 

The morning sunlight did nothing but favor her appearance. The glow lingering from her healthy skin had illuminated heavenly. The sleep is still noticeable with a glazed look in her eyes. 

She looks stunning. 

A perfect mess of hair crowding around her shoulders made her look so…relaxed. 

The calm expression doesn’t linger long. Her hands dart up to her face, a panicked gasp making her mouth form into an ‘O’ shape before she lets out a groan. She looks towards her lap, burying her face in her hands. 

“Oh god, my makeup is probably a mess.” she murmurs into her palms. 

I slowly rise up, bringing a hand to caress the mess of hair soothingly and carefully, making sure not to catch my fingers in the knots and hurt her. The cautious movement of my fingers sent my mind to a splurge of confusion. 

My usual personality was typically deemed as careless and impulsive. I never thought before I acted, I struggled to make logical decisions when in the moment of things that made me excited. 

But, she made me excited. She made me feel a rush of adrenaline that somehow calmed me. Yet, I was still wary of every action. I didn’t want to hurt her. The thought of her face scrunching in pain at my carelessness sent a frown to my face. 

Recovering from the sullen thought, I’m tripped out of the daze by the cushions shifting to absorb more air from the lack of weight. Quickly, I reach out. I let my hands grasp around her wrist securely. 

“You look gorgeous.” I say. 

She shakes her head, whipping toward the direction of a door. As she walks away, I let my hand fall from her skin. 

I suck in a harsh breath, my body somehow needing more of her touch than it had the day before. The thought alone sent me spiraling. 

“You can come with me, I’m just washing my face.” she says, whipping her head around the door threshold. 

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Y/n’s POV

After scrubbing gently at the remnants of smeared makeup, I started applying my skin care. Chris sat on the closed toilet seat. He analyzed my movements as I smiled at him through the mirror. 

“Want some?” I offer, holding a small amount of lotion in my hand. 

Chris hesitantly looks up at me. “What is it? I don’t wanna use your stuff.” he says.

Shaking my head, I walk in front of him. I stand in between his legs. I feel his hands press onto the sides of each of my thighs with an absentminded look plastered across his sleepy features. 

As I place a swipe of the product onto his cheek, the cold textures awaken him. His hands fall down from my sides. “Oh–I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize I was–.”

I cut him off, taking my clean hand down to tug one of his back onto my sides. His fingers relax onto me as he stares up at me appreciatively. I give him a small smile while gently soothing the lotion into his skin. The stubble poking through on his jaw tickles my hand. I let my palm callus over the area, leaning down until my face is at level with his. 

“How’s that feeling?” I ask. 

Chris looks between my eyes as I stare into his. “I, uh, feels nice? I mean, it feels wet.” he declares. 

His eyes seem to widen as I read the thoughts intruding in his mind with the blush flouring across his cheeks. The cold lotion does little to calm the rushing heat as a giggle slips past my lips. 

“That’s what she said, huh?” I tease. 

Chris tightens his lips together as he shakes his head side to side. Rubbing the excess lotion into my hands, I slide them over and onto him. I grasp at them, bringing them up to my waist. 

“What time do you have to be at work?” he asks, starting to fiddle with the material of my shirt. 

While his eyes stayed trained on his hand messing around, I glance down at my phone on the counter that I had plugged in minutes ago. As the screen brightens, my eyes widen. 

10:07 A.M. 

Usually, I never needed an alarm. I found it difficult to stay asleep throughout the night. As soon as sunlight was visible through the cracks in the blinds, I gave up trying to sleep more. 

But, I hadn’t even woken up once last night. 

It was odd. I had been scared to sleep in the same bed with people. It usually led to an unsettling aura collecting in my bones. 

Maybe I really felt safe with him though.

As the phone screen dims, I debate my options. 

I usually would be opening the shop at this time or in the next hour. It was possible for me to rush and run over. Honestly, there hadn’t been a day where I wasn’t terribly sick that I hadn’t showed up before 11. 

But, I was on my own schedule, it was my choice. 

Part of me wanted to rush and run. But, another part wanted to bathe in the moment with Chris. Slow down and take the time to feel so content. 

As I flickered my eyes down to his, my heart spoke for me. 

“I go in whenever, to be honest. Do you wanna make breakfast together? I got shit to make eggs and sausage.” I tempt in a sing-song tone. 

Chris’s face contorts into a smile as he nods his head. Grabbing the speaker off my bathroom counter, I start to walk. My hand drifts down my side. I feel Chris’s fingers delicately graze over my own, practically asking for permission wordlessly. I look back, giving him a small smile and grasping onto his hands. 

“Wanna play some music?” I offer. 

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Music pumped with bass through the kitchen. Chris’s arms swarmed around my body with his chest pressed against my back. The crook of my neck buzzed with tingles as he craned his head down and softly spoke the lyrics of the song. 

“Having fun?” I tease. 

Chris continues to speak the lyrics, nodding his head. I giggle as I feel him excitedly press a kiss onto my neck. The swift affection makes the hairs stand up on my neck. 

“--still making you nervous?” he taunts. 

I give him a pointed look from the corner of my eye. Stirring the spatula in the sausage and eggs, I tap the utensil on the brim of the pan before setting it to the side on the countertop. 

“No, now hand me those plates please.” I point to the dishes on the further end of the counter. 

Chris unravels himself, but one of his arms lingers as he outreaches for the plates. The small magnetic touch warms my heart and I shrink my shoulders with a soft sigh. 

“Here, need any help?” he offers. 

I shake my head while dishing out the food. Chris grabs the forks from the drawer he had seen me open with them earlier, taking out two and placing them next to me. As I hand him a plate, he takes a fork and piles a heaping scoop. He holds the fork in front of my lips. I open my mouth, accepting the food and chewing with a smile. 

“Thank you for the food, I’m ass at cooking, but I’ll get better at it for you.” he mutters. 

I laugh at his statement, walking over to the small dining table underneath a big, open window. I settle in the seat across from Chris as he starts humming along to the song while eating food. 

“What time do you usually go to work?” Chris asks. 

I bite down softly on my lip. “Um, like ten or eleven.” I say.

Chris looks up from his plate. His eyes dart to the stove with the time clock, pointing his fork between it and then to me. “It’s almost eleven. Do you need me to–” 

“No!” 

My body had leaned forward, anxious and on nerve. My eyes widen as I clear my throat. “I-uh.” Relaxing back into my chair, my fork screeches against the dish. “Sorry, I…you don’t need to go yet. I mean, you can if you want to, I just, um, I didn’t wanna rush you out and I, I wanted to…” I stumble off my words, biting hard on my tongue as my heart pulses loudly in my ears. 

“You wanted to what, hm?” Chris asks, leaning down and over the table slightly to peer up at me. 

I shrug, taking a bite of food. Covering my mouth, I point to my hand hovering before my lips. “Sorry, can’t talk. My mouth is full.” I point out. 

Chris squints his eyes with amusement. “Yeah? Got your mouth full, hm?” 

My actions halt as my eyes bulge from my head. The double meaning sends a flouring red crawling up with heat to my ears from my neck. 

“Shut up.” I remark, embarrassed as I swallow down the mouthful. 

Chris holds his hands up in defense. “I didn’t do anything, sweetheart. Plus,”  I watch as he stares intently at me, giving me a grin. “--I thought I didn’t make you nervous anymore.” he pointedly states. 

I roll my eyes playfully at his statement. “You don’t. I was blushing because I was thinking–.” I cut myself off, horrified at the words almost spoken. 

“Yeah? Tell me more. What were you thinking about?” he urges. 

I shake my head with a tight lipped smile. 

“Nothing. I..nothing.” I retort. 

Chris gives me a smirk as he slides another bite of food into his mouth. “Well, okay. If you say so.” he amuses. 

The tension in the air settles comfortably. I find myself divulging into thoughts, mindlessly staring at him and looking away when he catches my gaze. 

As the plates become empty, Chris stands up, piling mine onto his. “Dishwasher dirty?” he asks. I nod, handing him my fork as he reaches out. He moves towards the kitchen counter, pulling out the dishwasher and neatly arranging the dishes. He wipes his hands off, turning to face me.

“Can I at least walk you to work?” he asks. 

I nod, pushing in my chair. I walk around to push the other chair in, the one he had been sitting on, only to find it neatly pushed in already. Smiling appreciatively at the small gesture, I walk over to him. I grab his forearm. Gently tugging, I guide us to my room. 

As I push open the door to my bedroom, I quickly pull out an easy outfit I typically wore to work. A simple pink top with dark washed jeans that had extra seam work. Quickly grabbing a pair of underwear and a bra from my drawers, I shuffle to the bathroom. 

I shove the door closed with my hip, the metal conjunction tapping on the wooden crowning surrounding the threshold of the door. I shrug it off, beginning to strip and change. 

“What’s your day like today?” I ask.

“Uh, filming but not very much. It’s just some brand deal or something.” he says, a quieter tone in his distanced voice. 

“Oh, what brand?” I counter. 

I hear shuffling on the other side of the door. 

“Uh–I don’t even remember. It’s one Nick likes, I don’t really care about it much, to be honest. I’m only doing it for him.” he replies.

Hearing him knock something to the floor and mutter some sort of cuss word, I silently laugh to myself. 

“What brand would you wanna work with?” I ask. 

The sound of him shuffling and dropping more things has me clenching my gut with a palm covering my mouth. I smooth over my clothes, adjusting the fabrics in the mirror as I stand fully clothed. 

“Pepsi. I fucking love Pepsi.” he remarks. 

I nod at this, pulling open the door to see him trying to place a couple of trinkets back onto my nightstand. 

“--’m sorry, I knocked them off and I was trying to–”

Cutting him off, I walk up to him as he stays in a laid position on my comforter. Ruffling my hand through his hair, I smooth it over neatly. “It’s okay, Chris.” I let out. 

He nods sheepishly, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. I grab his hand, tugging him off my bed. “Wanna go for a walk on the beach too? I always do that before work.” I state. 

Chris pulls out his phone from his pocket, checking the time. 

“We don’t have to if you need to film your things soon.” I point out. 

Chris shoves the device back into his jeans, shaking his head with scrunched brows. “Fuck no, we never film until like midnight. I was checking because I don’t wanna fuck up your routine or anything and it’s already–”

“I don’t care, Chris.” I announce. I tug him towards the door, swinging my bag over my shoulder and grabbing my keys. I slip on my shoes as he mimics the action, our hands still intertwined as we march out the door. 

Letting Chris maneuver past me, I turn around, bending slightly at the knees to lock the door. A shiver runs over my spine as his palm rubs up from the middle of my back. “Got it?” I hear him whisper from behind me. 

My tongue falls numb in my mouth at his unintentional sultry tone. Gulping, I twist the lock and shove my keys back into my bag. Chris’s hand wraps around my wrist, pulling my hand into his grip as he intertwines our fingers. 

“Wait, here,” he reaches over with his other hand, slinging my bag onto his shoulder. I pout admirably at the fond gesture, my shoulder relaxing from the subtracted pressure and weight. 

“Thank you, you really don’t have to–”

“I want to. I want to carry your bag for you and I want to spend time with you.” he says. He holds my hand tighter, swiping his thumb over the back of my palm. “I know you’re hesitant to say what you really want, but I’m hoping if I do it, you’ll feel better about it. You don’t have to do it now–”

My heart lifts with confidence at his words. The thump in my ears softly plays, doubts hidden in the back of my mind as I feel myself focused on the sensation of his thumb circling the back of my hand. 

“I…” I trail off, looking over at him as our walking pace slows down. “I like you, Chris. I’ve never been to work this late without being deathly ill or something. I want to spend time with you. I…”

His smile beams at me with encouragement. “C’mon. Say it, you’re doing good.” he claims. I nervously lick the underside of my top teeth, willing my eyes to stay focused on his. 

I can do it. I can say it. 

“I–”

“Hey!! Chris!!” 

The loud shouts ruin the determination set in my system. I turn my attention towards the high pitched voice, finding a girl poking her head out of a car window from the passenger seat. 

The car rolls into park as two girls giddily start walking over to him. The professional camera slung around the girl's shoulder peaks my interest. Passenger-seat-girl walks over, quickly embracing Chris. His hand drops mine as he stumbles back from the sudden thrash of her clinging to his body. 

Laughing nervously, Chris pats her on the back. “Do you guys want a picture? Looks like you already got the camera for it.” he points out. 

The girls both nod, handing me a phone as I snap a quick photo. Chris’s smile is quick to drop as I hand them their phone back. 

“We were just about to take some pictures at the beach, that’s why I got a whole-ass camera.” passenger-girl explains. 

Chris nods, offering a faux smile that does nothing but flatten his lips into a tight line. “Nice,” he replies. He walks back over to me, waving over his shoulder. “Well, it was nice to see you guys, have fun taking photos.” he announces. 

His hand falls back in between us, brushing against mine. I frown as we continue to walk down the cement, finally passing my condo complex and nearing the beach parking lot. “--’m sorry about that. I can’t imagine how annoying that might be for you.” he says with a sullen tone. 

In an effort to comfort him, I reach my hand to his. “It’s okay, I–” The words fall from my mind as his hand clenches to his side, avoiding mine. 

Hurt clouding my system, I cross my arms and hold my sides. “I…” Trying to regain the sentence, I swallow nervously. “--it’s okay, it’s fine.” I let out. 

I feel his hand collapse onto my shoulder. I look over, watching him readjust the bag on his side furthest to me. The sweet gesture didn’t seem to put any sort of smile on my face as I stay stuck on the rejection of his touch. 

“It’s not like that, I…” he peers over his shoulder, looking for the girls. I follow his gaze, an empty road now behind us. “I don’t want them to take pictures and spread it all around. It’s not safe and I….again, I don’t wanna mess things up, okay? Here,” his hands encloses around mine after unraveling my arm from myself. 

He squeezes reassuringly, holding my hand in his up to his lips as he plants a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I’m not embarrassed of you, I don’t not want to hold your hand, okay? Whatever thoughts are running through your head or will–they aren’t true.” he affirms. 

I nod silently, offering a small smile. He lets our intertwined hands drop and sway as we take a couple steps closer to the beach. Sliding off my shoes, Chris grabs them in his hand with his own shoes already gasped in his hold. 

“Chris, I can carry–”

“I know you’re capable, trust me. But, I want to help you. I like knowing I can make your life a little bit easier and hopefully–more enjoyable.” he explains. 

I walk forward, nudging my shoulder playfully into his. “Thank you, I…thank you. That’s very sweet.” I mumble. 

With his hands already well occupied, the one grasping my own tightens. “Shit, my bad. I promise I’ll try not to give you diabetes.” he jokes. 

I giggle, letting my head fall down onto his arm. “Chris, oh my god.” I laugh out. 

Our steps slow as we reach further down the shore. The spot we had previously sat together rests beneath our feet, the flowers and greenery surrounding a small mound of sand. 

“I kissed you right here.” he says. 

I blush, sucking in my bottom lip at the confession as I recall the memory clear as day. 

I had already been thinking about it every morning when I walked along the shore before work. 

“I mean, you did.” I respond. 

Chris' feet stutter to a stop. I keep my shoulder touching his, staring down at the small hill of sand. I feel his gaze on me. Looking over, my smile deepens while seeing him letting a caring admiration pour out from his aura with the subtle glance. 

“What?” I ask nervously. 

Chris squeezes my hand. The pool of anxiety sways down and into the small granules of grinded shells that layer to cover the ground. 

“Can I kiss you here now?” he asks, peering down at me with soft eyes. 

My focus is drawn into his face as I nod slowly. Pulling our hands behind his back, he pulls me in closer to him. His lips softly press onto mine as I reciprocate the subtle movement, letting my eyes flutter shut. The sweet comfort and nerves implode in my gut. The feeling reciprocates a rollercoaster after a wave of adrenaline. 

Pulling away, Chris tilts his head to rest his forehead against mine. His eyes peirce into mine, the blue ocean waves seeming dull to the blue laced in his irises. 

“--so pretty.” he whispers out to me. 

I feel the skin on my cheeks crawl with a wave of heat. As the blush crawls on my face, I bring my free hand up to his cheek. 

“I think you’re pretty too, your eyes are just…beautiful.” I stammer out. 

The rush of confidence dies down as he peers into me with a heavy grin tugging upwards more and more. I look to the side, avoiding his gaze and looking to the waves crashing gently on the rocks and shore. 

Feeling his hand drop my own, I look over with a frown. I barely have time to register his pointer finger and thumb directing my chin to him, his lips tracing over mine intently with a gentle care. 

Reciprocating the kiss, my hand flattens on his chest. A sigh of contentment vibrates through our lips, the melody of both of our sighs combining beautifully. 

His lips part from mine as we both turn our heads to the sound of a car door. Looking over, I fight the urge to roll my eyes seeing the same girls unloading from their car. 

Of fucking course. 

As they pile out from their car laughing with equipment in hand, their eyes shift towards us. They give a small wave, looking back at each other with furious giggles trying to take deep breaths to calm down. 

I give a small smile back, nodding in their direction as Chris waves back. 

“Let’s go?” he nods, following behind me as our hands stay apart from each other. 

I sigh while stepping up the sanded shoreline of the beach. Marching through the parking lot with Chris’s footsteps stomping from a small distance behind me, I slow down. I watch as he walks up beside me, offering my shoes to me. I quickly take them, slipping them on as he does the same. 

Walking further down the side of the parking lot, I see my shop come into view. Looking behind us, I see the girls already focused on their photoshoot. Chris notices this, pulling my hand into his own. 

“--’m sorry. Are you doing okay? I know this must be frustrating.” he says, kissing along my knuckles as he pulls my hand to his lips. 

The pit of huddling anxiety vanishes as I look into his eyes. The warmth of his hand grounds me, my eyes blurring my peripheral vision as his face focuses my attention. 

“I…I don’t know. I think I’m just happy to be here with you.” I announce. 

He spares me a smile, nudging into my shoulder playfully. The shop gets closer and closer as I feel myself trying to shorten the distance between my steps. 

“Yeah? Just happy, not nervous, hm?” he teases. 

Gaining a slight blush, I smile over at him. “Shut up and kiss me again. You know, unless you’re nervous.” I drag out. 

Chris smiles, licking over his teeth. “I mean, I might be a little nervous. Are you sure?” he presses. 

With a curt nod of my head, my eyes widened. His arm wraps around my waist, my torso pressed completely against him as I look up to meet his gaze. His lips greet mine with a soft passion. The open-mouthed movements envelope my own lips in his as I grab onto his arms for balance. Feeling the flexed muscle covered by his shirt sends a twist of excitement into my gut. 

As the echoes of the kiss conclude, I hear a cough of someone clearing their throat. Breaking away, my eyes glance to the side. A familiar cloud of red hair sends my eyes shooting open as I remove myself from his hold. 

Her threatening scowl turns into a friendly smile as she outreaches a hand to Chris. 

“Hi, I’m Rebecca.” she announces, shaking his hand firmly with both of her manicured ones. 

“It’s nice to see that you’re getting along so well! Well,” she spares me a quick glance. “--at least with your lips.” she says pointedly. 

Chris lets out a nervous laugh, looking over at me with pleading eyes. 

“Rebecca…” I trail off warningly. 

“What?” she asks with an innocent tone. She places a hand on his shoulder, letting it fall to his arm and squeezing gently. “I just wanna get to know—damn, he’s strong. You know, she likes–”

“REBECCA.” I talk loudly between gritted teeth. 

Holding her hands up in defense, she backs away. “I mean, I just noticed his shirt was wrinkled, I was just trying to fix it, honey. It seems like he’s worn it for two days.” she retorts. 

I give her a blank look with screaming eyes. 

Chris sends me a smirk, a cocky wave of arrogance making his posture slug comfortably. 

Fucking Rebbecca. 

God fucking dammit. 

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[midwesternvibes]

Time for Leon and Michael!

For context check out my original post, and you can see my breakdown on Leon and Donnie's relationship here and Leon and Raph's relationship here

So, Michael and Leon have a MUCH different relationship than Leon and the other two Hamatos, these two are actually on really good terms!

The two of them co-head the drama club's set design team, i.e. they dream up the designs for the set and work together with the director to come up with the final design, they deal with the budget (mostly Leon), talk with the construction manger (mostly Michael) and lead the rest of the crew to build the perfect set!

They actually vibe so hard together and are really good friends, they won 1st place for best set design in the district last year, and this year they're hoping to take their design to a state wide theatre competition (and this is New York, so it's a really big deal)

But they are genuinely really good friends, and their vibe is similar to that in the show

Michael isn't too pleased with his two older brothers, he's actually incredibly frustrated with them a lot of the time. He thinks that Leon is a great guy and that his brothers aren't even giving him a chance! A lot of Mikey's energy goes into convincing Raph and Donnie that they should be friends with Leon and failing repeatedly but hey who's counting???

(Donnie. Donnie's counting.)

ANYWAYS!

Since Leon doesn't have Mikey to compare himself to, like in canon, he explores his more creative side and starts drawing and painting more (this is based off a headcannon I saw once that Leo taught Mikey how to draw and then stopped doing art once Mikey started getting really good at it since he didn't want to take the spotlight away from Mikey/was jealous of his art) and that's how he gets into doing set design with Michael!

They met in art class when Michael was a freshman and have been friends ever since!

(And no, there was definitely not a falling out between Mikey and his older brothers once they found out, no way, why would you even think that?????)

but yeah, that's the gist of Leon and Michael's relationship with each other! Feel free to hit up my inbox with questions, I would love to expand on this universe even more! I'm really excited for the next part, I get to talk about Leon's backstory and his Mamá!

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(P.s., still looking for suggestions on a title, but I do think I might have one that works....)

[spookythesillyfella]

This is going to be a weird inbox to get considering it's 3 in the morning (On my end) as I do sent it but I've been wondering if you ever associated any song with digitaltime? This is a relatively new question for me to ask anyone since I don't usually go digging for ships out of the idea MAYBE people may feel embarrassed/uncomfortable talking about it? (Even if it did give them comfort!) If not song(s) at least maybe you can talk about them a bit, I used to love digitaltime back when I first joined dhmis in 2016 so I'm always really amazed the ship LIVES ON somewhere! (FEEL FREE TO TALK ABOUT SONGS AND HEADCANONS/IDEAS if you wanna do both I'd LOVE to hear!) I've been meaning to inbox you for days actually! Just couldn't seem to get myself to do so relating to mental health crisis haha. I'm hoping I'll be able to reach out WAY MROE OFTEN just to remind you I am here!! Really always excited/interested in what you have to say even if I've not expressed it forwardly back at least this way uuhh uh. You can ignore this </3 I know it's been hard lately!

Stay strong !!

HII !!!! HI HELLOO HIII !!!! :DDDD

ouhhh goodness i adore thiz question – i love listening to muzic and thinking about theze lozerz X33 I JUST NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO CUZ NO ONE AROUND CAREZ ABOUT THEMMM >X[

i actually have quite a lot but i cant just go on a 3 hour analysis of all the onez . so might az well give you the short n sweet of it – i really wouldn't want to waste your precious time ahaha ¥_^

★ "505" – Arctic Monkeys ; probably my favorite on the list but itz also one of the most SELF INDULGENT

the lyricz are just really fitting with my vizion of them – the lyricz "I'm going back to 505 // If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive // In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side // With your hands between your thighs" fit with the fact they really love one another tremendously – their devotion

also the lyricz "Not shy of a spark // The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark // Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark // The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start" and "But I crumble completely when you cry // It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye // I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise // Take my hands off of your eyes too soon" LIKE I DUNNO HOW TO EXPLAIN THEZE BUT THEY REALLY REALLY DOMAKE ME THINK OF THEM ........

★ "I Wanna Be Yours" – Arctic Monkeys [dont ask why i associate them with Arctic Monkeys so much . okay ???]

y'know how Colin tendz to talk a lot about how clever and cool and useful he iz ? i think thiz song iz very fitting to how he'd want to be like . useful for Tone – the peak of intimacy iz to be uzed . something something etcetera

★ "As The World Caves In" – Matt Maltese

fitting from Tonyz perspective . in my opinion – how he'd want to spend hiz remaining time alongside Colin . even if . in the grand scheme of everything . itz such a small speck ; how Colin makez Tony feel fulfilled . and how even when all run out of time . hez happy to have spent it together – none wasted

★ a couple of honorable mentionz that i won't go in depth on :

– "Cigarettes out the Window" – TV Girl [mostly cuz i wanna do an in-depth au related analysis on it sometime in the mear future]

– "Show Me How" – Men I Trust [would like to analyze thiz one too but can't really see myself doing it ; the lyricz "Tell me why // Your hands are cold" are rlly hv digitaltime though i swear]

– "Daisy Bell" – Harry Dacre [iz thiz in part cuz Colin iz a computer ? if i answer that question truthfully . you'll chase me with pitchforkz]

– "My Love Mine All Mine" – Mitski [i can't go in depth about thiz without bursting into tearz ; i really love it]

– "Lovers Rock" – TV Girl [im scared of talking about love ; love iz very scary to me]

– "P.U.N.K Girl" – Heavenly

– "Who Knew" – The Correspondents [a relatively new song ive started listening to and i hadn't had the chance to properly dissect the lyricz and analyze them – but . since it remindz me of me n my lover . therez a 90-ish% chance it remindz me of them too]

TYSM FOR THE ASK AGAIN !!!!!!!!! I LITERALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT DIGITALTIME – THEZE FREAKZ ALWAYZ LINGER IN MY MIND !!!!!!!!!!! IVE BEEN SO STUMPED WHEN IT COMEZ TO IDEAZ TO WRITE AND / OR DRAW THEM SO JUST GETTING TO GET SOMETHING OUTTA MY BRAIN IZ REALLY GOOD

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF CUZ ILYSM !!!!!! YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW HAPPY THIZ ASK ACTUALLY MADE ME . SO THANK YOU <33

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Almost (?) One-Year Anniversary Post!

Hi, my lovely people! I can't believe that in less than a week this blog will have its first birthday—time flies so fast! Throughout this year, I've experienced countless moments of frustration alongside a whole spectrum of emotions while striving to write my best. No one sees the dedication behind each story I post. I often spend hours perfecting a single paragraph until it feels just right. But you know what? Those late nights and endless revisions were worth it—they've helped me grow as a writer and connect with wonderful readers like you.

Writing has become my sanctuary, a therapeutic space where I can process my emotions and organize my thoughts. Most importantly, it brings pure joy into my life. Even when facing challenging topics or writer's block, this year's journey has been invaluable.

Sometimes, nursing a throbbing headache after a long writing session, I question if it's all worth it. Then I see your reblogs, comments, and messages in my inbox, and I know without a doubt that it is. Last month I reached 600 followers—a number that still amazes me. While I may not be a 24/7 active author, to everyone who stays with me through my quiet periods, waiting for my next post—thank you so much. Your support means the world to me. Thank you for your patience, your kind words of encouragement, and for being part of this journey. I still have so much more to share with you, and I'm excited about all the stories yet to come.

To make this anniversary special, I decided to host a little giveaway! One lucky winner will receive personalized short stories written just for them, based on their favorite genre and themes. To enter, simply leave an ask sharing your favorite story from this past year and why it resonated with you. I'll announce the winner next week on the actual anniversary date!

This is my way of giving back to this amazing community that has supported me throughout my writing journey. Your engagement and feedback have made every moment worthwhile, and I can't think of a better way to celebrate than by creating something special just for you.

With love and gratitude, mon.