#SO SOFTLY SO DEARLY LIKE SOMETHING TREASURED SOMETHING IMPORTANT

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THE WAY HE-

THE WAY HE MISSPOKE

WITH “SAN LANG”

DID YOU HAVE TO BE THIS CUTE

DID YOU HAVE TO BREAK MY HEART WITH THIS

HOW TF ARE YOU SO ADORABLE

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Could I request Sampo, Blade, Dan Heng, Welt, and Argenti getting a massive bouquet of flowers and cake as a gift from their s/o?

Argenti: loves giving people flowers and such.

It doesn’t matter who the recipient is either:

Elderly people who are lonely, elderly couples who are still together and very much in love, Young couples, Single people, people in general; Hello! Even stray cats, stray dogs and birds alike get a flower or two and animal safe cakes to eat.

Argenti gives EVERYONE and everything flowers and never asks for anything in exchange.

So when you’re the one to finally give this man his long over due -but much deserved- flowers. You were having an hard time trying to hold up an entire bouquet of a hundred ruby red roses in one hand, and a box of red velvet daisy cakes in the other.

You loved this man dearly and believed that he deserved nothing but the absolute best of the best.

Needless to say this man was swooning at the beauty of your gifts and accepts them wholeheartedly, as he then hold them close to his chest and inhaled the sweet scent deeply, humming in content as a smile graced his lips. He looked so pretty when he smiled like that, then again he was always pretty to you but in that moment he was so ethereal it took your breath away.

‘Thank you my beloved.’ He said as he kisses your cheek. ‘I shall treasure these flowers until their petals loose colour and their stems can no longer support them, but they’ll still be beautiful regardless because you gave me them.’ You mentally cursed Argenti and his seemingly effortless way with words as you burrow yourself into his side.

‘You deserve those flowers and I’m just ashamed that you didn’t receive them earlier.’ You said and Argenti chuckled, falling more and more in love with your beautiful heart by the second.

‘I don’t need flowers when I have you my dear, now would you mind in helping me eat these lovely cakes?’ Argenti asks as he picks up two of the red velvet cakes, admiring the skill that went into them. ‘I don’t think I can eat them all by myself and I would much prefer being in the company of my little flower.’ He concludes as he puts one of the cakes in your hands with a smile.

How could you say no to that face.

Welt: this man probably has had flowers from the likes of March, Dan Heng, Himeko, Pom Pom and Caelus/Stelle but they were nowhere comparable to the bouquet of flowers that you’ve bought for him.

He’s a little flustered at the gesture because wow that’s a lot of flowers for an old man like him. However he will take them as a gesture of goodwill and respect for you.

‘What’s the occasion? I’m certain I’m not missing any important events for such a gift.’ He mutters to himself as he squints at the calendar on his phone. Even with glasses on Welt could feel his eyes strain against the bright light of the phone screen. (Grandpa core.)

You giggle at the sight, if never failed to make you smile whenever he did the whole squinting his eyes to look at the screen, it was unabashedly Welt and you loved him regardless. Respectful older men was your type and Welt covered all basis of this.

‘No, I just wanted to give you some gifts as to thank you for everything you’ve done, not just for me but everyone.’ You told him as he puts away his phone and smiles at you. ‘I appreciate the gifts but you didn’t have to feel obligated to get me anything.’ He says, feeling as though there were other people more deserving of such generous gifts than him.

‘There’s no obligation Welt.’ You defended. ‘I wanted to get you something because you’re worth a thousand bouquets and so much more!’ Welt was moved by your words and made his way towards you, holding your face in his hands as he kisses your forehead softly.

‘Thank you. I shall treasure them forever.’

Sampo: acts like he receives flowers all the time but he’s bluffing and you know it from the way he’d trip over his own words.

He’s deeply touched that you got an old fool like him flowers and sweet cakes.

‘All this for ol Sampo? Oh you shouldn’t have.’ He’d say as he’s wiping a tear from his eyes before he then practically salivating over the sweet treats that smelt rich in sweetness in every aspect of its creation.

‘Only the best for my favourite masked fool.’ You replied fondly as you watched Sampo act like a kid in a sweet shop with the way his eyes brightened and how his smile seems to widen more over time.

‘Your favourite masked fool?’ Sampo echoed, pouting as he puts his hands on his hips. ‘How many other masked fools do you know besides me?’ He asks, not liking the idea of sharing you with the likes of Giovanni or something , you were his buddy! He can go find his own buddy elsewhere!

You chuckled as you ran a thumb across his pouty lip, pressing a kiss there because you could along with the fact that Sampo was an absolute sucker for your kisses. ‘You’re the only one I ever need to know because everyone else fails in comparison to the great Sampo Koski.’ You praised him as Sampo buried his head into your neck and attached his arms to your waist, drawing you closer into him.

‘Thank you for the flowers and the cakes.’ He whispers. ‘I really like them…will you…do this again for me next time?’ You kissed the top of his head. ‘You’re very welcome Sampo and of course I will, I’ve got to keep you happy somehow.’ You told him and under his breath Sampo then said, ‘how can I be made even more happy when I’m happy enough as it is with you already here in my arms?’

Blade: skeptical.

Never, ever, ever has he ever been given flowers. Never.

So needless to say he’s a little on edge and side eye the harmless bouquet of flowers as though they just personally insulted him.

‘What’s this.’ He’d ask.

‘A bouquet of flowers and a couple of Black Forest Gateau cakes.’ You responded as your smile melted off of your face. ‘You don’t like them do you.’

‘No.’ Blade, feeling the hurt within your voice cut into him deeply, says immediately. ‘I’m just not accustomed to being given gifts because no one in their right mind would give someone like me flowers and cakes. I don’t deserve them.’ He adds as a somber silence befell you both.

‘Well I think you do.’ You said after a while and Blade could only raise a brow at you. ‘It’s true! I’ll buy you a thousand bouquet of flowers and boxes of cakes if it means proving to you that you’re worth such things.’ You doubled down on your promise and Blade couldn’t help but smile a little at your determination to prove him wrong. It was a trait that he loved about you but wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

‘Even if the trail I leave behind is one of blood, death and pain?’ He asks.

‘Even then.’ You reaffirmed and Blade felt a warmth flood through him then and there as he sighs and takes the bouquet into his arms. ‘I’m no florist,’ he starts as he was just about to take the flowers up to his room before stopping to look at you over his shoulder, ‘but I’ll try to keep them alive, for you.’ He adds and your smile came back in full force.

A sight he loves to see as often as he could.

‘Everything has to die at some point, even flowers.’ You told him but he wasn’t having it.

‘Not if the flowers are from you, then I’ll keep trying in getting them to live forever.’ Blade replied and it was honestly the most romantic thing he’s ever said in that moment.

Dan Heng: thinks they were for someone else at first.

He, like welt, receives flowers for the rest of the Astral express crew now and then, but they paled in comparison to your bouquet of flowers and cakes.

‘Am I really worth all this?’ He asks, not so certain that he was in fact worth all the effort you’ve put into getting him such a radiant bouquet and delicious treats.

‘You are and I won’t hear otherwise Dan Heng.’ You said as you held him from behind, kissing his cheek that burned red afterwards, making you smile knowing that you still had that effect on him after so long.

‘Is this want to expect now? Bouquet and cakes?’ He says as he takes in the fact that you remembered each of his favourite flowers, and managed to have the florist organise them in a way that emphasised the beauty of each and every individual flower as they seamlessly blended into one another, almost as though it were a painting.

‘Only if you want it to be.’ You replied softly and Dan Heng gently rubbed a soft baby blue petal between his finger before letting them go, the faint smell of flora bringing about a sense of calm and belonging to his room. Something that his room severely lacked, but he didn’t understand what was missing back then as he did now, his room was missing your warm touch and it was very much the same for himself.

Dan Heng needed you in his life. He was missing your presence before he even met you, almost as though you were fated to meet and become romantically intertwined to one another.

‘Only if it’s from you.’ He says softly as he moves to look at. you with a soft expression. ‘Then consider it done.’ You kissed his lips this time, smiling against him in response upon feeling him smile into the kiss.

[goldaegontargaryen]

The Prince and The Second Son: with @aemond-one-eyed

Aegon had sorely missed the nightlife of King’s Landing.  Even the walk back to his chambers, enclosed in a cloak and bathed in the light of the moon above, was something he’d missed dearly.  The guards gave him little notice as he slipped into the main courtyard, still used to his nightly exploits even after his time away from the castle.  He’d expected the pathways threading through the grass to be empty, but out of the corner of his eye he saw movement.  Quickly turning his head, he spotted Aemond walking briskly towards one of the side doors leading into the castle with a large sword strapped to his side.  Aegon thought about going over and greeting his brother, but he’d drank a bit more than he’d intended at the taverns and he felt a bit unsteady on his feet.  No, it would be better to seek him out in the morning.  

Even drunk, the halls of the Red Keep were easy for him to navigate.  He’d gotten himself lost more than once on Dragonstone, one memorable time ending up in his sister Rhaenya’s rooms, but he was in no danger of getting lost here.  He’d spend the majority of his teen years drunk and navigating the Keep.  He slipped into his chambers as silently as possible, not wanting to wake up Helaena and the children.  It hadn’t been the best night to get drunk.  In the morning, Aegon was expected to dress up in order to welcome some noble or other who was arriving.  He couldn’t recall who it was now, only that they were important and that his mother had impressed upon him that it was important he looked official, which would mean he would need his sword Blackfyre.

Aegon wasn’t entirely careless.  Whenever he went out, he put Blackfyre in a special place.  Well, the special place was in the back of his armoire, but he’d chosen it as a teenager and habits were hard to break.  He wasn’t the best swordsman, but he treasured his Valyrian sword above any other object.  Sometimes he just held it in his hands, hardly able to believe that the original Aegon Targaryen had held the same sword.  It made him feel close to his namesake, though he assumed the original Aegon probably wouldn’t have liked him very much.  But still, they shared a name and a sword and that meant something.  Blackfyre was also one of the only things his father had ever given him and it was the only item that made him feel special in their family.  Daemon wielded Dark Sister and Aegon wielded Blackfyre; each entrusted with one of the only two Valyrian swords belonging to House Targaryen.  It was an honor Aegon didn’t take lightly.  

Aegon softly eased open the doors of his armoire, rifling through the clothes to where he had stored the sword earlier in the night.  It was a habit he could probably let go of now that Helaena was often in their chambers while Aegon was gone, but he hadn’t found it within himself to leave it out in the open quite yet.  As Aegon kept sifting through his various clothes, he felt his blood start to chill.  The sword wasn’t here.  His first thought was that he had misplaced it, but no.  Even his drunken mind could recall the memory of him placing it here.  Had Helaena moved it?  Aegon glanced over his shoulder, but she was sleeping soundly.  She’d never had any interest in the sword, so it seemed unlikely.  

But it didn’t make sense that someone else could have taken it.  Only two people in the world knew where Aegon’s hiding place for it was.  Only Helaena and Aemond.  Aegon froze, the memory from earlier crossing his mind of Aemond hurrying through the courtyard.  He’d had a sword strapped to his side, one that was roughly the size of Blackfyre.  It hadn’t struck him as odd because his brother was always carting random swords around everywhere, but it was too late to be practicing swordplay.  Earlier in the night, Aemond had even joked that Blackfyre would have been much better off with him.  At least, Aegon had interpreted it as a joke.  In a more sober state he might have considered other options, but his drunken mind was certain it had been Aemond who had taken his sword.  It was what made the most sense. 

Aegon stormed into the hallway, not bothering to change out of the cloak and clothes he’d gone out in.  He made his way back the way he’d come and towards the door he’d seen Aemond disappear through, on the warpath to retrieve his sword from his thieving brother.  “Aemond!  I swear to every god there is that if you don’t return my sword I’ll make you regret it!” he yelled out, hardly caring who he woke up or who heard him.

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Can I have some cuddling HCs for the HT bros, Coal and Red? owo

But of course you can, anon! Let’s see what kind of cuddle bugs these boys are!

Red: UF Sans

Bear: HT Sans

Bean: HT Papyrus

Coal: SF Papyrus

If you liked what you read, please consider dropping a comment.

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Bear: Perfect cuddle bear I tell you, he’s big bulky and chubby, amazing cuddle material. He purrs a lot when happy cuz he has a hard time filtering his actions and stuff because of the crack in the skull. Bear loves it when you just lay on him, he sees it a sign of trust and that touches his souls deeply. He wants to cradle you to his chest, curling his claws gently into your hair. It won’t be long before Bear learns to either braid or brush through it. To Bear hair is fascinating, and touching yours relaxes him greatly.

Cuddle time with Bear always ends up as also feeding mate session. Bear got a lot of healthy delicious snack bars in his hoodie pockets - one never knows when one might end up peckish - and whenever you’ve been cuddling for a while, he’ll just randomly reach into said hoodie pockets. He’ll grab a bar and softly tearing the wrapper open before poking it against your lips. “…eat, angel…” He’ll murmur.

He means well! He just wants to see you fed and full, and safe in his arms. It really calms him to see you eat.

(Bonus; if he got a very anxious stressful day, ask him to sit down and just start eating stuff in front of him, it’ll calm him down so fast. Purring and churring/chuffing, it isn’t long until he asks to feed you. It’s just so soothing for him to to see his mate provided for and fed after a hell of famine. It tells his mind and soul that both he and the ones he loves are safe and cared for)

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Bean: He likes to cuddle while standing, especially when your doing something.

Bean will come up behind you and would lean over you, letting his arms gently circle around your waist or hips, and place his chin on the top of your head. Pressing himself close to you. He’ll sigh contently as he draws circles on clothed skin with his distal phalanges.

Bean feels so content like this, closing his eyesockets he hums a random tune as he presses skelekisses against your head, temple, ear, neck and shoulders. It’s not spicy kisses, just very loving nuzzles. He’ll sway from side to side with you in his arms. This is the place he wants to be the most. It’s his precious moment which he treasures dearly.

Bonus: Will deadass walk over to you in the morning or when he was stressed and hug you like this stating softly “Excuse Me For A Moment Dewdrop, I’m In Need Of Charging.”

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Coal: 👏🏻video 👏🏻gaming 👏🏻cuddles 👏🏻while 👏🏻under 👏🏻pillow 👏🏻fort 👏🏻

Or if you don’t like to video game.

👏🏻Cuddles 👏🏻while 👏🏻he’s 👏🏻sketching 👏🏻under 👏🏻pillow 👏🏻fort👏🏻

It’s a must for him, he needs soft loving charging hours so bad he’ll die without them! Its true! Don’t look at him like that! Don’t make him pull out the puppy dog eyes because he will if he must.

When you accept he’s happily rushing around the house, with a bunch of blankets and pillows in his arms he’s hauling from every room. He even gets the special velvet cushion from Razzle’s room. (don’t tell Razzle that shush) This poor boy can’t see where’s walking and he’ll accidentally bump into a wall before moving back into it but this time going through it.

Coal is a master at building pillow/blanket forts, he puts so much love and energy in it. Cuddle time is important and special and it needs to be treated like the most special amazing thing in the world because to him it is.

He’s looking at you from his space at the pillow fort like a happy puppy, patting at the space next to him. What are you still standing there for? Go join the precious boy dammit!

You’ll be in a puppy pile in no time, snuggling together and coal is so content he got a slight golden blush on his bone cheeks. He looks like a satisfied cat.

At some point you’ll be laying on top of him and he got one hand tangled in your hair while using his other hand to play video games or sketch. This boy will sneakily steal innocent skelekisses every now and again.

And you swear it, you believe you can hear him chuff every now and again with every nuzzle.

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Red: He wants you against his side as he drapes an arm over your shoulder, he’ll have an extra big grin when you lay your head against his shoulder. Oh yeah, it doesn’t matter what he still has to do or go to, he ain’t moving until you decide to.

Red’s nesting instincts tell him to cover you up in blankets, and press pillows against your sides so your comfortable. He will nuzzle against your hair or cheeks, unable to keep his hands off of you for even a second. It doesn’t have to naughty touches, this boy can be a sweetheart too, without being a horndog about it.

His phalanges just got the itch to rub circles and trace patterns and follow little imperfections in your body. (to him those aren’t imperfections, they are what makes you you and he’ll love them either way dammit! You can’t stop him)

He’ll be marveling at you laying against him, wonder and love filling his entire soul because oh lord this beautiful, wonderful, dazzling being saw something in his ass and decided to choose him among so many possible better picks. You chose him, you decided he was worth it, you decided to lay next and against this monster who got so much dust on his hands. You gave him a chance. Oh, the feelings that overwhelm him as he looks at you. When he looks at you and you look back at him and actually see him. It ties him down to floor right in front of you, it leaves him feeling vurnable and bare.

A feeling he normally avoids like a mortal avoids the cold hands of death. But with you…with you he relishes in these feelings. Red feels safe, and loved, and desired. And oh, he wouldn’t mind to be tied down and bound by and for you. He’s yours truly and fully. And he’s doing everything in his power to be and feel like the man you deserve to have and see in front of you.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

[craptsukii]

genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)”

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

listen to this while reading!

The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

listen to this while reading!

“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

[jt-artsandfics]

Hello :D everything ok?I wanted to ask you, how do you think MK11's men would react, his girlfriend is always affectionate with them, but out of nowhere she stopped being affectionate, after a while she tells them that she has pain in her stomach because of too much excitement, she thinks they are really sexy (her arms, legs, chest, all of them) and she wants to have intimacy but she was embarrassed. I adore you!!! Thank you!I adore Raiden and Fujin so much 😍

Mortal kombat Men x Female Reader

(Mind you all I'm a guy so I'll do my best to work this to the best of my ability I sadly don't have all the men but I'll do a few of the boys) if you guys would like more of them I'm happy to do a part 2 to this.

Mention of Sex, sex talks, nsfw mentioned, hinted sex scenes, romance and fluff.

Raiden

Raiden has never really been used to affection, not physical intimacy. But after he met his sweet S/O it became an almost constant contact, it takes him a while to get used to it but all up he loves it, he lose so much tension in his body. He loves having his S/o curled up on his lap, wirh them watching her trashy tv shows or him reading. It's something he has grown so accusation to over the time he's been with his lover. So for her to one day just stop it's almost painful for him. The first day he let's it slide thinking she's just having an off day but when it comes around too the second night. When she doesn't curl up beside him he sits up beside her. " My light?, are you well" he ask softly resting his hand on her shoulder, she turns to face him and smiles sadly. "I'm alright just in a little pain" he's filled with worry and basically scopes her up into his arms. "Do you need medical assistance" she laughs lightly pulling him down into a kiss. "I'm alright Raiden, my body sometimes hurts when I get too excited, I just... I love you alot, and I want to express it more" she explains. He's still worried that he is responsible for the pain she is in. "Is there anything I can do to help with your pain?" She thinks alright before replying. "Umm.. It's kinda embarrassing..." He smiles lightly as he holds her close. "You do not need to be embarrassed with me love" he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "I... I want to be more intimate with you" "as in intercourse?" His lovers face goes bright red as she blushes. "Yes, but only if your interested" "We will take it slow, you will need to instruct me, as I have never done this before"

Fujin

Unlike his brother Fujin love physical contact from the start. This man gives amazing hugs and will quite literally sweep you off your feet. So he will realise very quickly when his S/o is distancing herself from him. "My love? care you alright, you haven't been as touchy as in used to you being, have I don't something wrong?" He will ask hoping he hasn't don't something to offend her. "I'm alright Fu, just in a bit of pain is all, sorry to cause you any trouble" she whispers. He's is quick to pull her into a hug, "Is it anything I can help with, I don't like seeing you in pain love" he says while gently holding her. They stand there Fujin holding his sweet love before she speaks up. "I get this pain when I get too excited and I really love you, your handsome and kind and I love spending every moment with you" she explains while resting her head on his shoulder. He holds her softly rocking back and forth lightly. "I wish to spend every waking moment with you my sweet sunshine, I'm yours" he says as he presses a gentle kiss too her forehead. He can see that she's holding something back, something which is bugging her. "My love, there's something else isn't there?, you can tell me, I will not judge." He reassures her. She looks to him and then to the floor them back to him. "I... I'd like to be more intimate with you if you would like, I.. you.. you make me feel safe when your around and would like to be yours if you will have me" she says shying away. Fujin smiles brightly leaning down to kiss her. "I would be honoured my love, we will take it at your pace, I do not wish to over step boundaries, you are very important to me." He tells her in a hushed voice. "I love you Fujin" "and I You my little sunshine"

Hasashi Hanzo

Hanzo has been thought hell and back literally, he's lost the only people he cared for before his S/o came along. It took him a long time to get used to so much affection, not to mention different in cultures and time. Alot has changed since he was first in earthrealm. Along with being the head of the Shirai ryu, there are alot of thinks he wishes to keep to himself, one of those is you. Although there are many among his students who know of you two he is still very hesitant of showing affection outside of you're home. He loves you very dearly and do not wish to lose one of the few things he holds dear.

But nothing gets past this man, he may not say it right away but he notices the first time you don't take a chance to hold him that day. He sees toy distancing yourself from him and it causes worry over anything. Had someone hurt you? And now he stand beside you in the fire gardens in the late evening. "Chīsana honō, are you well, I've noticed you have been avoid touching me, are you hurt?" Her eyes go wide as she looks at him. "No, no I'm not hurt but I am in pain, i... I get excited seeing you and being near you and sometimes it just hurts inside." She tries to explain to him. He moves closer gentle bring his hand up to brush away some stray hairs hanging in her face, wishing not to spook her. "Have I caused you pain?" She shakes her head before leaning onto his hand. "No, I...I just don't want to push you, I understand that Harumi meant the world to you, and I dotn want to replace her. But I do love you and I want you to be happy" she says as he pulls her close holding her gentle against his chest as they sway lightly in the brezze that rolls thought the fire gardens. "You will never replace Harumi, and I do not expect you too, I am very lucky to have had her in my life for the time I did, and I am so fortunate to have found you, I have been given a second chance at life, and it's one I wish to treasure as much as I can." His voice is soft and it's what his little flame needs to hear. They stand there for a little basking in each others warmth and company. "What brought this on fiery one?, you normally very vocal about your wishes. Have I done anything to dull your fire?" She shakes her head before resting it against his shoulder. "No, I just started thinking things, but do not want to push you, as much as I would love to be more intimate, I understand that you still morne and I do not wish for you to forget Harumi" she says lightly again. Hanzonsighs lightly "perhaps it is time that I do love on, she wa any first love and will always be in my heart, but you are my love as well and you are very dear to me sweet one"

Kuai Laing

Kuai is a little oblivious when it comes to romance not only wirh the way he was raised and how his brother acted when he was younger made the man quite shy in certain aspects and situations but when it comes to how his lover feels and realising they haven't touched him as much as they normally do is is a little concerned. Later that day he seeks them out in the comfort of his own home. He finds his little ice fairy sat on the couch curled up in blankets. He nearly falls face first into her lap as he crawls onto the loauge, something he was still getting used to. "Is it getting a little too cold to hold me now?" He ask lightly looking up into her eyes as he makes himself comfortable with his head in her lap. Her fingers twitch before giving in and running over his face and thought his hair. "No, no Kuai, just haven't been well kinda in a bit of pain" she explains lightly. He speaks up in concern. "Are you hurt?" "No just um.. getting to excited around makes my body hurt sometimes, I enjoy being close to you" she says reassuring him that he's done nothing and she isn't hurt. He sighs in relief as he runs a cold hand up to the side of her face smil ijng lightly as he plays with a small part of her hair. " Is there any way I can make up for such a pain I bring you?" She laughs lightly before smiling at him. "Come up here and kiss me would make up for it" he chuckles moving to sit up and pull here into a kiss, it's heated and sweet something they both enjoy. He pulls away resting his forehead against hers. "I hope that will suffice but I'm happy to give more " he replys. "For someone cold to the touch your fucking hot you know that" he laughs again pulling her closer go his body, wrapping them both up in that blanket. "I know I don't normally watch Television but tonight I just want t to be close to you so put on what ever you wish my little snowflake." He says placing more kisses on her skin. "God's I love you, you know" she smiles leaning up to kiss him again. "And I love you very, very much my sweet love, my little starlight and snow drop."

"Get over here, sweet talker"

Ft sub-zero Bi-han becuase I'm a slut for him

Bi-han did what he wanted most times, he had many lovers over time most were just to saite his desires, but his S/o was very much different form the many woman and men he had been with.

And it's the reason he wishes to take things slow. Even thought it is very much the opposite of how he normally was. He had aged out of his rebels teen years. And found someone that makes him feel complete. Bi-han is the less likely our of the bunch to realise his S/o is distancing herself from him. But when he does figure it out he is very handsy. "My soul, are you alright?, you have been avoiding me. Have I done something to anger you" he ask pulling her close to him resting his head over her shoulder as he wraps his arms around her stomach and pulls her against his chest. "I'm alright Bi-han just haven't been feeling well" she replys earning a rasied eyebrow from him. "Snowflake, are you pregnant?" Is the first thing that he ask. It's quite before She starts laughing lightly. "Bi-han, you haven't even slept with me and I don't exactly leave the house so if hope the fuck not" she says laughing as she leans back into him. "It made you smile, and I do so love it when you smile so brightly my love." He replys and leave small kisses agaisnt her neck. "But that is something I wish to speak to you about" she says turning around to face him. " Pregnancy?"

"No, that I would like you to sleep with me, Bi-han."

"And perhaps get you pregnant?" He jokingly jest . She lightly punches his shoulder. " Do you have baby fever that badly?" She ask looking up in to his eyes. "I just would love to see you with a child, you would make a beautiful mother my love, and perhaps baby fever is part of it too" he hums before pulling hsiblove in for another kiss. "Your a tease toy know"

"Just for you my snowflake"

[commander-kirschtein]

attack on titan love language headcanons

what their love languages would be (includes eren, mikasa, armin, jean, marco, sasha, connie, bertholdt, reiner & annie) - mac

masterlist

eren jaeger: 

physical touch - eren would be pretty needy towards his partner. when training’s been tough or work in a modern au and he’s not got the energy for a conversation, he’d love nothing more than for his partner to hold him, softly running their hands through his hair and kissing his forehead. he’s quite greedy when it comes to physical affection and would often be on the receiving end. just before an expedition he’d find you just to wrap his arms around you and hold you close for a moment. he wouldn’t say anything but the look in his eyes is enough to tell you how much he cares and that this won’t be the last time you see each other.

mikasa ackerman:

receiving gifts - we all know how much she treasures her scarf from eren. she would love to receive gifts from her partner and they don’t have to be anything in particular or expensive. it could literally be a shell from the beach or a cheap bracelet you bought from a market stall and she would treasure it forever. the reason she loves these little trinkets so much is because it gives her something to ground herself when you aren’t around. she would cry if you hand wrote her a love letter and would keep it in her bedside draw to read it when she needs comforting.

armin arlert:

quality time - armin doesn’t mind what you do together but the fact you’re together is important to him. in canon, getting time together alone when fighting for the scouts is pretty hard to come by so he’d treasure it dearly and in a modern au i imagine he’d have a pretty busy schedule so he’s really appreciative if you could accommodate your time to meet his needs and he’d do the same for you. with how you spend your time together, reading together is a pretty obvious one! but armin in a modern au would love to put on an audiobook or podcast that you could listen to whilst cuddling. he also likes just going for a walk and holding hands whilst chatting about everything under the sun as you take in the scenery around you.

jean kirschtein:

physical touch (with a sprinkle of words of affirmation) - jean on the outside would deny it but on the inside he realises how needy and desperate he is to be close with his partner. in private, he’d be all over his partner. constantly pulling you close for a kiss, wrapping an arm around you, sitting on his lap - anything to satiate the need to be physically close to you. around others though jean doesn’t like to show too much pda, which is where words of affirmation comes in. if you’re with friends, he’d love nothing more for you to hype him up and laugh at all his jokes.

marco bodt:

quality time (with a little bit of words of affirmation) - i think marco would be super accommodating to whatever your love language is but his own personal one is quality time. he’s a pretty adaptable person so if your love language was something different he’d incorporate it into his. marco wants nothing more than for you to be happy and he thinks spending dedicated time together a great way of doing that. because of this, marco might come across as a bit clingy but he’ll definitely recognise you need time apart every now and again. i think words of affirmation is also a big thing for marco, not so much for himself but towards others as he’s so enamoured with his lover that he can’t fight the urge to just tell them everything he loves about them.

sasha braus:

receiving gifts - as we know, sasha’s got a pretty big appetite so without a doubt if her partner shared their food it would mean a lot to her. but in general sasha would be grateful for anything her partner shared or gifted to her. growing up in a place where things like food was scarce means she values the act of sharing and giving more than many others would. in a modern au, spoiling sasha with a takeout would make her incredibly happy, as would spoiling her in general. sasha would most definitely return the favour and take you out shopping so she could spoil you back.

connie springer:

acts of service - connie is a very caring person of both his friends and family and the fact he’s always trying to lighten the mood just shows how he always wants to make people happy. therefore i think deep down he’s very domestic and would love a partner who would do the little things to show they care and make his life easier. Helping him put his odm gear and straps, noticing the buttons on his shirt are done up wrong and correcting them, wiping the crumbs off the side of his mouth after dinner - the fact you notice these things makes connie realise how much you care even if you don’t give it a second thought.

bertholdt hoover:

physical touch (and also quality time) - before getting together, bertholdt wouldn’t dare enter your personal space because he wants to respect your boundaries as much as possible, but when he’s allowed to enter that space he’s completely infatuated with being able to touch and hold you. loves to hold your hand in his to the point you’re pretty much attached whenever you’re together - he gets in his own head a lot so your hand grounds him back in to reality whenever you give him a quick squeeze when you notice he’s drifted off. it’s also important to him that you’re both able to dedicate some time alone together without your friends (cough cough reiner) so you can be more physical with each other if you know what i mean.

reiner braun:

words of affirmation - reiner can be very insecure behind the tough exterior and would want to get vocal reassurance from his partner to sooth those insecurities. most of the time he’s worrying that he’s not good enough for you but hold his face in your hands, look into his eyes and tell him ‘you mean everything to me and i wouldn’t change you for the world,’ and just like that he starts to feel better. if you left him little notes telling him you love him or that you believe in him, his heart might just explode.

annie leonhardt:

acts of service - annie isn’t a very physical person nor very talkative, which is why she expresses herself through acts of services and likes for her partner to do the same. if her partner was to help with her chores/in a modern au make her a drink whilst studying or tidy up after she left for work in a rush she would be super appreciative. the fact her partner doesn’t have to do it but does anyway, proves to her that they care about her.

[gryffindors-weasley]

These Moments

Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Summary: Kisses come in different ways with different meanings, and these are the ones you share with Colin.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: marriage, fluff, kissing

A/N: Inspired by this list!

A kiss. It is a simple action that could speak great volumes all the same. A kiss is but a wordless gesture, one that can be utterly profound or a simple reminder of a love already known. It is something that will never falter between you and Colin Bridgerton, no matter the day, no matter the circumstance. It’s meaning will always be the same.

First Kisses

The looming gray clouds that hung puffy and low in the early evening sky were a clear indication of the impending weather, but you were certain that it was more than a sight better than to be stuck in that stuffy ballroom a minute longer. It was extraordinarily beautiful, of course it was, but the crowd of debutants and suitors were proving to be all too much for one evening. You must take a break if only for your sanity.

It was absolutely not because you’d shared more than one dance with the third eldest Bridgerton brother. That simply wouldn’t be logical to be so flustered, he was your best friend, one you spent your entire childhood around. He couldn’t be the one you’d fallen head over heels for, he shouldn’t be, only he was.

You found yourself walking further into the depths of the maze-like garden, away from prying eyes and meaningless conversation as the heightening breeze sweeps through finely manicured bushes and trees. Flower petals were sent fluttering to the ground at your feet, your umbrella clutched loosely in your hand. The bustling commotion from the extravagant mansion had long since faded with your growing distance, and you could finally take a deep breath if only for a brief moment.

“A lady should not be wandering alone at this hour, should she?”

You spun on your heel to face the owner of the ever familiar voice, one you tried to get away from otherwise you just might melt. A smile pulls at your lips upon meeting his deep blue gaze regardless, a playful one at that.

“I suppose that is precisely why you have followed me out here then?” You jest, and his smile is quick to widen, though you do not miss the soft pink blush beginning to stain his cheeks and why it had been there. “You surely must know I am not one to follow the rules, Mr. Bridgerton.”

A laugh leaves his lips then, and he takes a step closer as he nods in agreement.

“Surely I do know, for it is a wonder how you have not yet gotten in trouble. But please, Y/n, do call me Colin. You know I don’t like the formality, yet you tease me all the same.”

Your soft laugh fills the quietness of the vast and vacant garden, and you fumble with the umbrella clutched in your hand. “Just why have you followed me out here? You must have been distracted by the crowd of adoring debutants eagerly waiting for a dance.”

He chuckles once more and looks down at his feet, suddenly unsure of just what to do with himself, how to stand before you. Every minor detail was suddenly very major. Like the way his cheeks burned deeper at the strikingly true implication that he’d trailed after you because his attentions were focused on you, they always seemed to be. Not that you knew that. What you had been aware of, however, was the newfound closeness of your proximity.

He should not be alone with you, he is painfully aware of that fact yet too blissfully spellbound to care. He finds his feelings pay no heed to the rules society has put forth in this very moment, as daring as that may be. Your heart hammers in your chest, breath hitching when he reaches up and plucks a single petal from your hair, a quiet laugh leaving his lips as he holds it in amusement before letting it flutter to the ground.

“Are you avoiding my question, Colin?” You ask, desperate to pull the attention from the crimson burning your cheeks.

“I believe I have told you my reasoning, have I not?”

You give him a knowing smile, and he knows full well that he hasn’t been entirely truthful with you. But how does one confess their love for their best friend all while standing close enough to see every little detail of your beauty, the curve of your lips he so readily wanted to kiss. So, while you’re giving him that knowing smile, his heart is racing and the worsening weather is of no importance. While he did trail behind you for your own safety, that was second in line.

“That—and I have come to speak with you…on a very important matter, actually.”

You raise your brow in curiosity, patiently awaiting his words as wonder and worry begin to build.

He felt as though you may have been hearing the embarrassingly vigorous beating of his heart, it was more than evident in his own ears. He’s certain it shouldn’t be this difficult, it’s only three words yet it’s so much more than that. Now it seems as though he can’t find any form of an excuse, anything else to say that sounded as remotely important as his previous words indicated.

He had just put himself in the most vulnerable of situations with no evident way to reverse it, a flurry of thoughts bombarding him. Now, with each passing second, it becomes more inescapable than the last.

“Then I suppo—”

“I love you.” That was not how he imagined to declare it; he felt like a stammering fool but now he’s gone and said it and there really was no way out of it.

Your breath caught in your throat, and for a few fleeting moments you felt you weren’t sure if you had heard him correctly. If it weren’t for the drizzling rain you may have just stood frozen like a fool for a ridiculous amount of time. It wasn’t until you gasped, it wasn’t until a bout of giddy laughter fell from your lips at the icy droplets that he allowed himself to relax only a little. He grabbed your umbrella in your flustered state, shielding you from the rain as his hand found yours.

“You—you love me?” You hadn’t meant to sound so surprised, so in awe.

By this point, his lips were mere inches away as you stood closely to fit the two of you under the shelter, his forehead soon pressing to yours as he smiled. The rain pattered harshly against the bloomed umbrella, but nothing could pull your attention away from him.

With a burst of confidence now on his side, he feels he can repeat it without making a fool of himself. “I love you,” he starts in relief, squeezing your hand softly, “today, and forever, and all our days in between.”

There, in the privacy of the garden, his lips brushed over yours in a whisper of a kiss. One that was deepened as you stood under the rosy pink hue of your umbrella, mere logic far from being listened to as love blooms within the both of you. Your laughter was to be expected, breaking your kiss for only a second as you shared a dizzying moment of requited affection, a moment you could never have dreamed to be so perfect. It was an evening made wondrous when ‘Marry Me’ was spoken just loud enough for you to hear.

Kisses On The Cheek

There are kisses on the cheek made for when time does not allow anything more than the simple action, or for when his siblings playfully protest any other display of affection in their presence. They are pressed to rosy skin, and they are followed by the most adoring of gazes and the reluctance of letting your hand go. Each and every time Anthony sees it, he knows the newlywed bliss is not just a phase, you love each other too dearly to grow tired of it.

You were seated in the luxurious Bridgerton carriage, making a lengthy trip back to the family home after an elegant soiree that had proven to be tiring for at least four of its attendees. Violet Bridgerton sat across from you, her head on her on Benedict’s shoulder as she allowed herself to rest after the boisterous evening of boasting proudly of your marriage to her third eldest son. The wedding had been three months prior, but she was endlessly proud nonetheless. Benedict followed suit, his head resting atop hers as he’d fallen asleep with ease. It was nothing short of endearing, you must say.

A soft yet content sigh leaves your lips, enjoying the comfortable silence save for the trotting of the horses. The night was as delightful as it could have been, though your feet were rather tired from dancing for the better part of it. Your attention is quickly pulled to the hand slipping into your own, your gaze shifting to your side. Colin’s smile was soft, a quiet laugh huffing through his nose when his brother’s snoring began to sound.

“I am beginning to think separate carriages just may have been a better course of action, my love. Do you agree?”

You stifle your laughter at the words murmured in your ear, followed by the chaste kiss pressed just under it sweetly. You nod in agreement, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you rest your free hand on his arm. “Very much so.”

The moonlight streaming in through the open curtain had illuminated the dimpled grin still playing on his lips and you have to look away before your cheeks grow any redder with the way he’s admiring you. It was moments like these that you treasured the most; not the lavish events and grand formal occasions. It was the certain sincerity of enjoying each other’s presence even when things are silent and what some would consider boring.

One bump in the road had interrupted Benedict’s slumber just enough to quiet him, and you laughed softly to yourself. Then you felt it. You felt the tenderness of Colin’s kiss on your cheek, and two to follow it and linger against your skin.

“I love you,” he whispers, tightening his hold on your hand.

“And I love you.”

Until you can return to the privacy of your home to share a much needed moment alone, a cheek on the cheek will suffice for that very moment.

Slow Kisses

Slow kisses are shared when you are solely in each other’s company, not a set of prying eyes to be seen, not that it should matter in your own home.

You find yourselves in the heart of your garden, lavish with pristine flowers and lustrous with statues and glimmering lanterns dotting along each stone path. The sky was far too beautiful to even imagine how it could be so, filled with the softest of oranges, pinks, and blues as one color blends seamlessly into the next. The crickets had begun to chirp and the fireflies began to glow all around you, weaving themselves around bushes of voluminous hydrangea’s and stunning bluebells. The trees overhead stood tall, their leaves fluttering amongst the breeze soaring through them. It seemed as though it couldn’t have been more perfect, though you knew that to be quite untrue.

For you are dancing in the arms of your lover at perhaps the most beautiful time of day, the soft orange glow of the lanterns all around you with the warmth of the summer air on your skin. It is simply a fairytale one could not even so much as dream about, it had been far too enchanting to ever imagine.

“Can you believe this is ours?” You ask, blissfully unaware of his adoring gaze. Because while you had been admiring the scenery, he had been admiring you.

“No, I cannot,” he answers with a soft laugh, his hand squeezing your own as you sway to an unheard melody. “Though I must admit, it is rather hard to focus on just anything other than you.”

Your gaze flickers to his once more, a smile on your lips as you release his hand to rest yours on the blue fabric of his vest. His jacket had long since been discarded, his sleeves haphazardly rolled up. There was no need to be formal at your own home after all.

You smile brightly, leaning on your toes and meeting his lips in a kiss. Your dancing has faded in the distraction of more pressing matters, his lips soft against your own as his hand settles on your cheek. It felt as though the world had slowed to accompany the pace of your affections, lips melding and brushing over one another in a kiss that had been far from rushed. The arm that had been looped around your waist drew you in as close as possible, his vest crinkling within your hands.

He finds it hard to part from you, but the way you’re smiling gives him no choice if only for a moment. He could kiss you breathless for the rest of his life, time was certainly not of the essence in moments like these. Your smile is bright and his smile is fond, a wordless ‘I love you’ as the setting sun sparkled in your eyes. You had only strayed from each other for a few fleeting seconds, a minute at the very most, but he found himself missing you. 

So, he dips his head once more and kisses you again, slow and dizzying and truly enchanting.

Morning Kisses

Morning kisses are shared in the warmth of the sunlight streaming in the room, casting down upon you goldenly in your shared estate. No matter how big or spacious the bed may have been, the two of you would always remain tangled in with one another. Not a single day is started without a morning kiss; one turning to two, two turning to four, four turning to a number too great to count.

Fatigue has not yet left either of you as you remain in bed, your fingers dancing over his chest in absentminded habit.

“That really does tickle, you know,” he says, eyes sleepy as he blinks at you with the softest of smiles, one that widens at your much anticipated counter.

“I do know.”

A soft laugh leaves his lips and if you let your eyes fall closed for more than a few moments, you just might miss the way he’d been beaming at you. But soon his lips are on yours, soft and tender in the first of many kisses that day. It’s a sleepy kiss that moves gingerly from your lips to the very corner of your mouth, to your cheek and to the very tip of your nose, trailing to your forehead until they meet your lips once more.

He stops picking at the loose thread on your night dress in favor of enveloping your hand in his own. “Do you know that I love you?”

A bright smile is quick to tug at the corners of your mouth, widening as he brings your hand to his lips. A kiss is placed to each knuckle, gentle and warm, traveling tenderly to the back of your hand. You can’t help but to laugh softly as his hand moves up your arm, turning your wrist over and pressing his lips on your skin. The dull scent of your perfume still lingering had his heart fluttering in his chest.

“I hadn’t noticed,” you quip, running your fingers through the soft curls of disheveled brown hair dipping over his forehead.

He smiles, but reminds you again nonetheless. “I do, very much so at that.”

Your smile never falters as your thumb brushes across his cheek and down to swipe over the scar just under his chin, his skin lightly flushed at the heat of the morning sun shining upon you. Perhaps it was because of you. The look he’s giving you is soft yet ever so fond, and even with your noses almost brushing you can see there’s even a glimmer of hope dancing around in his blue eyes. Hopeful that you’ll never tire of saying it back though he knows the answer perfectly well.

Your eyes fall closed in a tender moment of bliss, a feeling only accentuated by the quiet laughter now puffing warmly against your lips. Blindly, you kissed him, your hand remaining on his cheek. “I love you today, and forever…”

“…and all our days in between.”

Your smile is endless when he murmurs the last line with you, something the two of you had wordlessly agreed upon continuing to say since the moment it was spoken.

Kisses are but a small fraction in the myriad of ways to share your affections, coming in different ways at different times. Some are rushed and all are thoughtful, but the meaning behind them remains true. Love.

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Tags: @heloisedaphnebrightmore @dreaming-about-fanfictions @elennox03

[aminiatureworld]

Frustration II

Characters: Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,820

Premise: Commissions don’t always go as planned, much to your frustration. Luckily there’s someone there to make you feel better.

Author’s Note: Okay I did not predict the first part of this becoming the most successful fic on this blog to date. The people have spoken! So I come to you with more characters, hopefully this will make up for leaving Zhongli in the dust yesterday – that and the fact that his scenario turned out to be the longest to write out of all of them. I also have a few other characters for this prompt in mind, we’ll see. Also wow I don’t know how to title sequels.

Once more my deepest thanks to the 115 people who liked, the 8 people who reblogged, and the one person who commented on the first part. I cannot tell you the joy it brings me to see that people are interested in what I write. It makes me so stupidly happy, so thank you so very much.

Albedo

“I understand that Forsaken Ruins are supposed to hide secrets and all, but honestly how many boxes can one put in the same area before someone tells you it’s time to stop.”

Albedo said nothing in reply, eyes focused intently upon the graduated cylinder and glass pipette in his hands. You watched as he counted the drops under his breath, nodding slightly as the clear water in the cylinder shifted to a rather unimpressive muddied brown. Regardless of the color evidently the alchemist was satisfied, for he stoppered the cylinder and returned the remaining liquid of the pipette into its original container, arranging everything on the shelves, and leaving the rest in the small sink.

“Silver nitrate.” He explained, wiping his hands on a cloth, before going towards where you were sitting cross legged on a stool near the countertop that worked as his desk. “Now tell me about why you’ve been digging up boxes near the Forsaken Ruins.”

“It’s for a commission. You know Bao’er?”

“That suspicious woman from Liyue I keep telling you is probably a bandit?”

“That one.” You nodded curtly, glancing down at your hands. “And bandit or not she keeps commissioning me, I can’t very well not accept. Anyways, she’s been looking for some sort of treasure, but no matter what I give her it’s never what she’s looking for. Do you know how irritating it is to have a passive aggressive customer angry at you about something they did? I mean really.” You huffed in frustration.

“Have you considered the fact that she might just be using you to dig up all the treasure in that area.” There was slight amusement in Albedo’s voice, and your head shot up in response.

“Well forgive me for doing my job.” You shook your head, not truly believing there was any bite behind the alchemist’s words. He was right after all, and you weren’t altogether upset to know that someone else shared your suspicions of this person who kept commissioning you with no end in sight.

“Forgive me love.” Albedo walked over and gave your slightly hunched figure a hug. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning your head into his shoulder. The position you two in wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but there was nowhere proper for you both to sit, and besides Albedo’s embrace was so warm and secure you didn’t mind craning your neck a bit.

“You’ll get there eventually.” Albedo’s voice was steady, confident, as if he’d somehow calculated the fact that eventually this mad goose chase would end, had seen it in one of his many experiments.

“How would you know?” You whispered, still feel a bit contrary, though your frustration had long ebbed away.

“I just do. You can master anything with time you know. That’s the secret of science, the secret of alchemy. In the end it cannot be done without endurance, and I know that your endurance is one to withstand any storm.”

“Only when you’re cheering me on.” You replied, hugging Albedo a bit tighter.

“Oh that’s not true.” Albedo responded in kind, running circles along your back. “You’d do just fine without me. But I’ll be here for you regardless. So don’t forget that every question can be answered and every quest completed. It just takes a little time. We’re all humans in the end, regardless of vision or power. Just humans, and to be human is to sometimes need a little time.”

You nodded, lifting your head to glance into his face, usually passive and clear as ice, now filled with warmth and fondness, smile filled with fondness and love.

“Besides.” Albedo loosened his arms around you, instead reaching to help you off from the stool, laughing slightly as you stumbled, feet having fallen asleep. “I don’t see Bao’er doing any of the digging. How about you remind her of that next time she has an ill word.”

“Perhaps you’re right.” You replied, before leaving the lab, hand pressed firmly into Albedo’s and heart much lighter than before.

 Kaeya

“My darling!” Kaeya leapt down the steps outside the Headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, feet barely seeming to touch the ground, before sweeping you up in a hug. “It’s been too long and I’ve missed you so much.” He declared, ignoring the fact that it’d only been about 8 hours, instead peppering your face with small kisses, before registering the look of frustration clearly being worn by you.

“What’s wrong?” He drew back a bit, though not much, curiosity and worry in his eyes, hands gripping yours. You smiled, shaking your head; Kaeya always seemed to be ready to worry about your happiness, not that you didn’t find that completely charming.

“It’s nothing really important.” You were looking to assure him, but instead Kaeya’s frowned deepend.

“Nonsense. Anything that’s clearly making you so unhappy is of utmost importance. I’d like to know what it is, if you don’t mind. I’d like to help.”

“You’re helpful you being here.” You smiled, giving him a belated peck on the cheek. “But if you must know I’ve got a commission that needs to be done in an hour, and I have no idea how I’m going to accomplish it. You know how there’s a large vein of Crystal in Stormterror’s Lair? Well Wagner asked me to go mine some for him, easy stuff normally. Apparently though the mouth of the vein is situated right in the path of a ruin guard, and I’ve had a terrible time trying to do battle with the thing while being bogged down by mining equipment.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I mean really this shouldn’t be that hard. Why am I struggling so much? Wagner isn’t asking that much, he’s a good person. I’m just… inept.” You finished, by then your nails had begun digging into your palms. Kaeya noticed this and brought your hands up to kiss them, smiling as you reddened slightly and shook your head, a smile nevertheless tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Well I won’t tell you that Wagner is being utterly too demanding and that you have a right to a safe work environment,” you snorted at that, as if an adventurer’s work environment was ever safe, “but I will tell you that, since the best, most handsome, most daring Knight of Favonius has fallen hopelessly in love with you, he is willing to do the mining while you use that ruin guard to blow off some steam. Does that sound like a good deal?”

“I can’t believe you’re sitting out a chance to fight and instead are becoming a miner.” You smirked, placing a kiss on Kaeya’s jaw. “But really how could I ever turn down such an offer from such a gallant knight.”

“You’d run back to Wagner and give his ears a rightful scorching I’d hope.” Kaeya replied, linking his arm in yours.

“Hmm… unlikely.” You replied, leaning into the knight. “But thank you Kaeya. Truly, thank you. I know it’s not your job to fix commissions. It means a great deal to me that you’re willing to do this.”

“Of course I’m willing.” Kaeya smiled softly. “You’ve saved me from failing my job too, in more ways than you think. And even if that weren’t true, which it is, I love you so very dearly, and this is a small way to show it.”

You nearly ran into a lamppost, your face pressed into Kaeya’s shoulder, face warm and heart full of love.

 Zhongli

You really didn’t want to tell Zhongli.

That was the thought running through your mind as you hurried up the steps to the funeral parlor. You really didn’t want to tell him.

It’d been little more than a month since he’d given up his position as god of the city, little more than a month since the citizens of Liyue had begun the arduous task of ruling their own city in earnest. And little more than a month since you and the Geo god had begun your courtship. You relationship was still new, and though you’d thankfully mostly lost the sense of smallness that had initially come with falling in love with someone so powerful and so unending as a deity, though you now longer thought the love between you was something that could shatter at any moment, you still were a bit reticent to throw all your insecurities and mundane frustrations at Zhongli’s feet.

The smell of incense hit you the moment you entered, a bit overwhelming at first, but soon comforting and familiar. You exchanged a few words with Hu Tao, before walking over to Zhongli’s office, pace speeding up despite yourself. You might not have wanted to tell Zhongli about your day, but you desperately wanted to see him, as you always did when all was said and done. There was something about his presence, comforting and sturdy, and always filled with kindness and understanding.

Understanding. Zhongli would understand, of course he would. But you still didn’t want to tell him, didn’t want to see his face cloud over with worry as you knew it would. He cared so very deeply, even if he didn’t always express it he truly did. Hidden under layers of politesse, tradition, and decorum there was simply someone who cared so very deeply. And thus someone who was often and easily hurt.

“Hello darling.” You said, entering the office quietly. Zhongli had been reading a scroll, but he quickly set it down, a smile erupting across his face as he stood up and met you halfway, enveloping you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocated. “I’ve missed you.” You said, voice muffled by his chest.

“I’ve missed you too, so very much.” He replied softly, one hand running itself through your hair absentmindedly, the other wrapped around your waist. “The days are terribly slow without you. I never noticed before how an afternoon can stretch so long.”

“Well I’m here now.” You replied, leaning back and bit to cup the archon’s face in your hands. Zhongli placed one of his hands on yours, leaning into your palm, smiling contentedly.

“I’m glad of it.” He said those words often enough, but every time it made your heart speed a bit. You felt so full of happiness you could almost forget the irritation of the earlier hours.

Almost.

“How were your commissions today?” It was early evening by now, and golden light was starting to slant through the windows. Zhongli was cleaning up a bit as you watched, smiling slightly. That smile slipped however once the question was asked, not that you didn’t know it was coming, as you two often asked each other about your days, each being a bit fascinated with the other’s job in some respect.

“It was alright. Fairly ordinary.” You tried keeping your answers brief and your tone light, though you could already hear the sharpness in your voice. Irritation was difficult to hide however, and you could already see skepticism in Zhongli’s gaze as he turned to face you.

“Oh. What were the commissions, if I may ask, the regular spots?”

“Mostly. I had one where I had to deliver a message to the Inn too, and one where, well, it was less of a commission and more of… well honestly I’m not sure what to call it.” You finished, tone by now filled with a mix of irritation an cynical amusement. Zhongli stopped altogether at that and sat at his chair, facing the spot you’d taken on the desk.

“May I ask what happened.” He said once more, tone slightly worried. Shit. Wasn’t this exactly the reason you hadn’t wanted to tell him?

“Well, you see I’m not the only guild member of course. And it’s almost the end of the month. What with everything that’s happened they needed someone to ask after some of the unfinished commissions, the ones that had a time limit. I finished my work early so I went.”

“And?”

“And, well. Well some of these adventurers were honestly hopeless!” You burst out, having shed your worries in your frustration. “I mean I know they mean well, I know they’re trying. Or at least I hope they are, you can’t really tell at some points. Like this one guy, I asked about why he hadn’t done any of the food deliveries he said he would and he made some odd excuse that a coworker was supposed to take care of it while he looked for a text that someone else wanted. Okay, fine. I go to the coworker, and she says that it was a one time thing as far as she was concerned and that she didn’t go to pick up the food after. I go to the restaurants themselves and turns out half the orders never go tthere and the other half have been put on a tab that need to be paid but no one thought to pay it so I do so. That doesn’t even begin with whoever did a hack job at the Wangshu Inn, apparently the boards have caved in again. And I was going to do that, but then I got pulled into some monster hunting so that won’t be done this month and honestly, it’s all just so… so frustrating!” You felt like you were spiraling at that point, all the frustration and shame coming back to you, the feeling of having to smile at someone who you’d much rather scream at.

Your thoughts cleared as Zhongli reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your face he wiped away a few tears of frustration that you’d shed. Shaking your head you took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t worry you about these things. I don’t want you to think Liyue is falling apart. I mean this was a thing even before you stepped down, and I know that I’m complaining too much and it’ll be fine it’s just, it’s just a lot.”

“I know.” Zhongli smiled softly. “You shouldn’t feel like hiding these things for my sake. I appreciate the sentiment, but I’d rather truly know how you’re feeling. Just like you don’t want to place a burden on me, so do I not want to place a burden by you by making it seem as if you have to carry your cares alone.”

“But, with everything so recent… I just. I worry you’ll regret it.”

Zhongli smiled, and leaned in, kissing your forehead. He smelled of incense and glaze lilies, and you found the knot in your stomach uncoiling despite itself. Smiling you linked your fingers through his, focusing on that as Zhongli kept a hand on your cheek, grounding you.

“Thank you for worrying about me. But just as I trust you’d tell me if Liyue were truly about to burn to the ground, so do I trust that it won’t happen. You’ve taught me that you know.”

“Me? Not the Liyue Qixing or the traveler? I think they’ve done a lot more than my running around will ever do.” You smiled a self-deprecating smile, but Zhongli simply shook his head.

“You have taught me that. How you keep going, how you support those you don’t even know for the sake of your guild and your commission, even if you have a grievance. And, more than that, you’ve shown it to me, simply by letting me have a place in your heart.” He lowered his gaze, face clouding over in the way you knew it did when he was considering the past. You gave his hand a squeeze and he looked up, smiling softly.

“I used to think that humans were delicate, no matter what. That they were destined for the tragedy of death and that made them unable to be depended on, that they’d just break and break and that I’d spend my existence watching it until I couldn’t stand it anymore. But you showed me that ultimately humans are resilient, more resilient than any adepti or magical being, who cannot stand to face time or pain or hard work. You’ve taught me that, and if you’ll let me I’d like to share that with you, your burdens, your frustrations, your anxieties. I’d like to be there to support you, if I cannot fix it then I’d at least like to be there for you. So please, don’t hide your struggles from me, so I may remind you that they’re simply proof of your power.”

You didn’t really know what to say, smiling in a mix of relief, sadness, and adoration. Leaning in to kiss Zhongli you felt the word recede and grow around you. You didn’t know how he did it, how he took all your cares and worries and flaws and morphed them into something beautiful.

But that was what made Zhongli special, and you adored him for it.

[tender-rosiey]

id like to request poe with a s/o with daredevil personality lol- ^^

❥ Poe with a daredevil s/o

You are the yin to his yang

And everyone does say opposites attract, right?

Well

Lemme tell you

this relationship is so balanced and you both help each other to an extent

Per example

If you plan do something reckless or that will harm you then expect a cute Poe trying to convince you not to

“Y/N, please I don’t want you to get hurt 🥺”

“Poe baby I won’t-“

“I will be sad if you do and if I am sad i will write sad poems and you don’t like when I write sad poems”

Knows how to guilt trip you easily

And you add the ✨spice✨ to his life

You take him to parties, with consent of course 😌

You once suggested riding that one BIG rollercoaster

Bby didn’t stop puking afterwards

Mean y/n 😔

You initiate the physical affection and he always accepts it very quickly

He is always craving your love and affection but is just too shy to admit much more act upon it so

And you understand that which is why you took it upon yourself to intimate the acts of affection

However he sometimes does intimate kisses but on very important occasions

per example

Your birthday

“Happy Birthday Y/N, I hope you like my gift”

His smile is adorable pls hug him

And then he cups your cheek so tenderly and kisses you softly

I like to believe that his kisses always hold the meaning of “I treasure you dearly”

Or maybe your anniversary

“Hey my beautiful poem, thank you for being with me”

Aw

If you do get hurt because of anything you tried though

He will be there to tend your wounds both and won’t even tell you “I told you”

Like a little shit called Dazai

In fact he will just keep checking that you are alright

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

While in the times you take him out

He will just stick you like glue

“Y/N can we please go back-“

“Come on Poe live a little :D”

All in all

He basically keeps you in check in the sweetest way possible

While you

Well

You light up his life and make him experience new things

A pretty good match if you ask me

You make the other see and try things they haven’t before and basically protect them

Helping them building their character

He won’t trade you for the world

Also Karl loves you and assists you in doing crazy shit together 🥰

Would sometimes distract Poe for you

Very good partner in crime

If you want to destroy the world then get a raccoon 👍🏻

copyright © 2020 tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[micheldechevin]

Gladiolus Pt. 2

This is part 2 to the Gladiolus fic!!!! I hope yall enjoy!!!!! part one Link to the fic on ao3 Pairing: MC x Vyn Richter Series: Tears of Themis Rating: T Word Count: 1620 Chapters: 2/2

Rosa startled awake, some hours after she had unexpectedly dozed. Her surroundings didn’t make much sense, she never made it a habit of falling asleep in the kitchen. Stealing a glance at the clock, 6pm. She shot right out of her seat, slightly panicked—Dr. Richter’s coat sliding right onto the floor. ‘That means….3 hours….’ Again, she realized she also had company over—company she immediately fell asleep on. Something that was outside of her realm of normal; usually she could carry tired decently well, not this time apparently. The thought was almost mortifying.

She was already reaching for her phone, a million apologies circulating her mind when she heard a cough from the living room space behind her, which was quickly followed by an announcement that Dr. Richter was in fact still here, three hours after she had so rudely passed out on him. At least it saved time on apologies.

Turning, she saw that he was sitting in the armchair, quietly reading a book as if this was a perfectly fine way to spend the afternoon. Dr. Richter was smiling at her, brow furrowed in mild concern. “Dr. Richter, I’m very sorry to have fallen asleep for so long. That wasn’t very kind of me.” Itwas a sincere apology, which earned a soft sigh and a chuckle. That really only added to her burning embarrassment, she didn’t want him to think less of her and surely now he must.

“There is nothing for you to apologize for, Rosa.” Marking his page carefully, he closed the book setting it off to the side before standing. “There is nothing wrong with sleeping when you are in need of sleep.” He sounded as sincere as possible as he walked over to her side, leaning down to pick up his coat from the floor. “I am glad you feel relaxed enough to fall asleep with me in your home.” His hand rested on her upper back between her shoulder blades. It was meant to soothe, and it seemed it had worked as her shoulders relaxed, and the corners of her lips turned up into a small smiled.

“Thank you for being so understanding Dr. Richter.” Rosa couldn’t name a more understanding person in her life, which was saying a lot because most of her acquaintances and close friends were endlessly patient—and still, somehow Dr. Richter exceeded far beyond the rest of them. “Hopefully I can still sleep tonight though, it was kind of a long nap wasn’t it.” She laughed softly, before sitting back down at the counter, sliding her notes closer—every intention to continue working. Of course, Dr. Richter didn’t agreed which was made clear when he carefully slid the notes right past her and onto his other side, out of her reach.

“First, let us eat dinner, then you can pour over your notes again if you wish too.” It was a reasonable request on his part, she really did need to eat; but another part of him buried under all of the niceties wanted her attention on him solely even if only for a moment. “Is that agreeable?” His hand that had been resting on Rosa’s back dropped down to his side, as she nodded her agreement.

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It was some off hours after they had dinner, her notes mostly forgotten on the counter as they shared some wine he had found deep in her refrigerator in the Living room. It wasn’t a type he would normally pay any attention too, especially not since he occasionally made his own as a hobby; but it would have to do for after dinner talks. At least she was distracted enough to take a break, and that’s all he could even ask for.

Rosa was talking animatedly about a story involving Celestine, Artem and a missing file that wasn’t important. It was a funny story, but Dr. Richter wasn’t overly interested in the content—not that he minded, he was more interested in the way she moved and spoke about the incident. Much more lively than the previously stressed Woman he had come to visit. There was nothing he treasured more than a lively Rosa. “So Kiki had the file?” Dr. Richter laughed as he asked follow up questions; but his mind was turning over different questions—ones he wouldn’t say out loud. ‘Does she ever talk about me in such a lively manner?’ He was trying to picture it. If she had, what would they all think. Did he occasionally cross her mind when she was at work? Of course he had, she had messaged him before—but to what degree. Sincerely, he wanted to know the contents of her brilliant mind.

“Yes, it somehow ended up under a signed photo-book. No one is sure how that could happen, but at least we got the file back.” She took a sip of the red wine, looking over the rim at Dr. Richter, the setting sun reflecting in his hair through the window. “We stopped letting her take things home from the office for a bit after that, but she’s not usually disorganized so that only lasted all of three days. She’s very reliable.” Rosa felt the need to defend Kiki’s honor in part—she didn’t want to make her look like a bad employee to Dr. Richter, it was just something to talk about. Setting her glass down, she fell into a comfortable silence next to him.

Vyn never really took his eyes off of her, admiring every movement, even daring to reach out to brush some loose hairs behind her ear which caused her some amount of surprise before she smiled at him. In a way, he could usually guess what emotion she was feeling, it was in his general job description; but he couldn’t ever know for certain what sure was specifically thinking in moments like this. He wanted to know her thoughts dearly, even if she was open. He wanted to know what was in her heart – or perhaps...whom. “Did you still want me to be an extra set of ears for your thoughts on the case?” He inquired, setting his empty glass on the coffee table.

“Hm?” Rosa watched him in equal admiration, wanting to know what he was thinking. “No, I think you’re right Dr. Richter—maybe I should stop for tonight and look at it with fresh eyes tomorrow. If I need help I can always call!” TO be honest, this was the sort of rest she needed; her head was already clearing, she already felt less depressed than she had previously, and sure was sure tomorrow she could push through better. “Besides, it’s getting late.” Not that she wanted him to leave, but.. “You should probably get back before it’s too dark outside.” Standing, she picked up their empty glasses before returning them to the kitchen.

“I suppose you are correct, I am glad that you are taking the rest of the night off.” He hated to leave, hated to go to his own home when he could spend more time in her company, but he also knew she really was correct. He was in this sort of stand still with his own emotions, so there was no reason to stay least either of them read into it to hard—derailing his own personal course of action. “It was lovely to visit with you, and I hope to spend more time together in the near future; perhaps, when this case is over we can celebrate together?” Already, his mind was coming up with celebration plans as he put on his coat and headed to the door.

“Oh, I would like that!” She followed him over to send him off. “Yes, when I’m done you will be the first to know—besides work of course.” Rosa hovered at the open door looking at him in the hall, her expression hinting that there was more she wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for it.

Dr. Richter had a hunch what she wanted to say, his head bowing politely. “Do not worry, I will message you when I arrive home to let you know that I am safe.” Always concerned for him. He was pleased. “And if you are to forget the Gladiolus again, do not fret I will simply bring you more the next time I visit.” His hand gently patted her head, before he turned to walk away. He could hear her mutter her bye, which he acknowledge with a wave before turning out of her sights.

-----

Visits with her were always interesting, even if nothing special happened. Vyn had arrived home an hour or more ago and had already messaged her his status of safety before recording his own evaluation—which had once again changed every so slightly since he met her. He looked at his own vase of Gladiolus that carefully complimented the ones he had brought her from his garden, his mind wandering back to how animated she was telling that story, and how peaceful she looked as she dozed on the counter. Had she not lived in a loft, he would have carefully carried her to bed; but alas it hadn’t worked that way, but it didn’t matter—he never imaged how hard his chest would squeeze seeing her look so carefree. Something he would imprint into his memory, following the thread further.

With a soft shake of his head, he opened up the search engine, looking for lovely restaurants he could take her to once the Trial was over. All he wanted was to choose the one that would make her happiest. It wasn’t much, but he would give it all of his effort.

[missjae08]

BEAUTIFUL YOU

Not so long ago, I remember the day

I found YOU as a stranger on the 10th of May

There I was, started talking with YOU.

I found myself smiling and laughing with YOU.

I remembered YOU told me,

YOU were drinking some milk tea

And YOU got choked by its Boba Pearls.

I thought YOU were joking,

But YOU really had it accidentally.

That was the moment I am certain to talk to YOU formally

I didn't know what I felt firstly

I felt something strange, yet beautiful and unexplainable

I felt comfortable and everything was sensible.

I found myself saying "yes" to meet up with YOU

When I don't typically do

But with YOU, I conceded

And with YOU, I enabled.

It was on Saturday, 15th of May

Then, when I actually met YOU

I felt the calmness and freedom

YOU talked a lot, I talked a lot

We shared a lot of stories and the laughter’s

We enjoyed the presence of each other

We were then connected together.

The moment I hugged YOU

Was the second I felt warmth

The moment I kissed YOU

Was the minute I felt affection.

The moments I shared with YOU was exquisite.

It was priceless and wonderful.

It was breathtaking.

Those brief hours I spent with YOU, was memorable and valuable time for me.

I grow with YOU, I learned from YOU.

I'm thrilled during Thursday’s and Fridays,

Because I'm going to spend it with YOU.

I'm excited to feel YOUR presence,

I have always loved YOUR existence.

I have always been fascinated by the idea of “both of us”.

The holding hands - those hands of YOURS always fits to mine.

I always wanted them badly, intertwined.

I always waited for that hand to hold me,

Every time YOU drive from my place to YOURS, and back.

The music we listened to.

The songs YOU liked. The songs I liked.

We played them as we like.

We sang over it, as loud as to the top of our lungs.

The movies we watched.

The movies YOU liked. The horrors I liked.

We watched them or they watched me sleep.

YOU watched over me while I'm asleep,

And that is so sweet

The snapchat filters

They entertained us amazingly

That gave us bond to play and giggle

The monkey and the parrot, our best friends.

YOU always love popcorns.

And I always like room temperature water.

YOU always like pickled chilies in your Nachos.

And I like to watch YOU enjoying your food.

I like everything we do; I like the crazy stuffs we do

I like everything YOU do, and I don’t want YOU to change anything

YOU are beautiful as you are

And that’s why I liked you big time, ever.

The not so long time memories we've spent was magical.

I get to know YOU and YOU get to know me, and so practical.

Though we don't deeply know and understand each other,

Yet, on that phase, we were challenged a lot like crazy.

What went wrong.

Is it a question?

Or, is it a statement?

That puzzled me out.

I just wanted to create happy memories with YOU,

To ceasefire in anything that obstructs the good bond we are building.

I just wanted to make peaceful connections with YOU,

Not to blame one another that made us keep away from each other.

We've gone through tough situations, until

We were hurting each other

We didn't even recognized the love that existed

We didn't even realize the importance that is — YOU and Me — should be each other's support system.

When everything is failing

When everything is uncertain

When everything is lacking

When everything is not perfect.

However it is; memories are built.

Be it lovely or badly, I don't want to blame YOU nor myself.

Because in the process of loving, we are not perfect.

And in the process, we are accepting and forgiving.

I believe in "The Beautiful YOU", I've seen it through.

I maybe silent most of the time, but I've seen and felt YOU.

I have looked at YOUR face every time YOU look away.

I even draw a finger to YOUR face.

I even kissed all parts of it.

I even touched my palms and embrace it softly.

YOU may not hug me that much,

But I do hug YOU a lot.

YOU may not kiss me that much,

But I kissed YOU a lot.

My comfort zone was always by YOUR side.

I'm always comfortably napping on YOUR lap.

Thank YOU for lending me YOUR time.

Thank YOU for letting me spend it with YOU.

The tears I cried, it has reasons.

The laughter’s and smiles, YOU draw them all.

And most of the time, I think a lot.

For being never enough for YOU and I am Sorry for that.

The process of acceptance and adjustment,

It was difficult to apprehend.

We failed to retry and appeal,

Then we thought it was too late.

We failed to reconsider and modify,

And it was never seemed to be restored.

But maybe part of YOU was telling to let me go,

And I can't blame YOU for what you felt.

But maybe part of me was telling YOU to stay,

And I can't blame myself for what I felt.

The imperfect taste of spaghetti.

The perfect colorful lights.

The loose but sexy looking pajama’s.

The karate and judo.

The pinch and bite.

The movie and the popcorn nights.

The cuddles and baby shark kisses.

The laughter’s and giggles.

The i love YOU 's and i miss YOU 's.

The "Our Story" — of beautiful memories.

The YOU and Me babe, that was so beautiful and dearly.

The love I felt was real and extraordinary,

It was something different.

Maybe that’s one of the reasons of my behavior

Because it was something new, and uncommon.

I always feel sad when the clock strikes at 11:15PM

Because it’s time for me to leave.

I hate leaving places, I hate parting ways

But that’s what we ought to do.

YOU never heard these things from me.

Kept them inside my heart,

Every day and every night.

Even when we started to argue and fight

Even when things get rough and tough

Even when we shove each other away.

Always kept them beautifully inside my heart.

I remembered the beautiful memories

No wasted time every time I am with YOU

YOUR value is always above an argue

I choose YOU over a senseless fight

Which made up my reason to stay.

For me, YOU are always more than enough.

I believed and trusted YOU,

The moment I allowed myself to see YOU

I treasured these memories

I cherished them daily

From the moment I had YOU in my arms

Until the moment YOU left and bid goodbye to me, Babe.

~ 1,111 Words for F. A.

20th July 2021

1915H (Kuwait Time)

LOVE,

Jae

[koushisun]

Moment in Time

Where Ushijima was never really yours.

Ushijima x GN!Reader (angst? overall bittersweet i guess)

Word Count: 794

author’s note: this is based on august by Taylor Swift! i hope y’all enjoy this! i lowkey had trouble ending this so i hope it ended up alright haha

The breeze drifts through the cottage, warmed softly by the beams of sunlight shining through the open windows. The salty air, crisp and fresh, pulls you out of your slumber.

Ushijima lay next to you, his face softer than it is when he’s awake. Which you understand— he is a very busy, very important man. He needs to look serious. He needs to be serious. But, you wish you could see this side of him for more than the handful of minutes you manage to steal.

He rustles, flipping to face away from you. Already, you miss the sweet sight of his gentle face.

You slip out of bed, grabbing a cardigan from a nearby chair. Slipping on some shoes, you walk to Ushijima’s quiet figure.

“I think I’m going to go for a walk,” you whisper to him, running your fingers through his hair. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Are you sure?” he mutters to you, his dreams struggling to keep him wrapped up in their warm embrace.

“I’m sure.” You give him a small nod, though you know his drowsy eyes wouldn’t see it. “I’ll make you some food when I get back.” You take one last glance at his peaceful expression, then slip out the door before you change your mind.

-

“Ushijima!”

“Hm?”

“Get in the car! Let’s go for a drive!” You smiled at him brightly, with an intensity he had never seen before. Your face was practically glowing, and he was sure that it wasn't the sunset that gave you that appearance. 

“It’s getting late. Shouldn’t we both just go home?” He looked at you, his eyes not giving away the slightest hint as to how he truly feels.

“We could. But this will be more fun! Come on, Ushi! For me?” You looked at him so softly, you almost looked like you were in love. (And perhaps you were, but Ushijima never took the time to find out.) 

“Ok, sure. Let's go for a drive.”

-

You walk across the sand, shoes in hand, occasionally stopping to let your feet sink into the ground as the waves wash over your toes. You look out at the ocean, admiring the vastness of it all. You could sail forever and still, there would be more ocean to explore.

The idea of forever is so foreign to you. Especially now.

You’ve been lucky to spend the last two weeks with Ushijima, let alone spend forever. There always seems to be another press conference, another game, another practice, another something. There is always something in between the two of you. You guess that’s why you haven’t ever made anything official. Not that he had even returned the confession you gave him so many weeks ago, you think to yourself.

Suddenly, you feel hands resting on your shoulders. Relaxing into the touch, you turn your head slightly, though you don’t need to see him to know who it is. 

“Hi. When did you leave?” Ushijima stands behind you, hands on your shoulders, his forehead resting ever so gently against your head.

“Not too long ago. I was hoping to be back before you were up.” You look back out to the ocean, the sun steadily rising into the purple-pink sky above. 

You pull your phone out, and open up the camera. “Take a picture with me?” Your question comes out almost as a whisper.

“Sure.” 

-

Eventually, you both return to the comfortable cottage. You make breakfast, you lounge in the sun, and you swim in sparkling waters nearby. The days are perfect.

But you know they won’t last. All of this will slip away into a moment in time. Sooner than you’d ever want, the pictures you took will be all that’s left of this trip. Your memories will have to keep you company, instead of the man who currently sits by your side.

But that’s okay. You knew he was never yours. Not yours to keep, and not yours to lose.

-

Months later, a notification pops up on your phone. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi Announces New Relationship!

You knew it wasn't about you. You hadn’t talked to Ushijima since you both returned home.

Losing yourself in your memories, you see the two of you. Tangled in bed sheets in the soft morning light. Laying in the sand, giggling over some silly joke you had told. Sipping cold drinks under an umbrella, staring at the bright blue waters in front of you. You see the gentle touches that you treasure so dearly, ones you no longer have the privilege of receiving.

You may never get to be with him again. But you were with him once. And you suppose that’s all you really need.

A small smile on your face, you delete the notification and continue with your day.

[ellenripleysbelieveitornot]

Aziraphale keeps his most treasured possession in a cigar box that finds its home nestled in the tea cupboard next to the angel's favorite brand of earl grey.

Crowley had stumbled upon it by chance, many decades ago, during a rainy afternoon spent in the angel's company. When he had pulled out the box along with the tea leaves he had been looking for, Aziraphale had started, spilling almost half of his tea in his haste to implore Crowley to be careful.

"Oh, it's nothing important, really, just sentimental, you see, and a bit fragile, so if you wouldnt mind..."

"Something special, then?" Crowley asked as he handed the box over.

"Ah, yes," Azirsphale seemed visibly relieved to have the item safe in his hands. "Very. I treasure it quite dearly." He had smiled softly, then, in that special way that only he did, and Crowley entirely lost track of what he had been planning to say next.

He never did get to see what was inside, which would be why he was asking about it now, on yet another rainy afternoon after the little-apocalyose-that-couldn't.

Aziraphale blushes at the question. "Oh, it's a bit silly," he says, averting his gaze from Crowley's. "You'll probably laugh."

Crowley, laugh. At sentimentality. Crowley, who had asked Aziraphale to head off into the stars with him? Never. "Bet I won't."

The angel suddenly finds the contents of his teacup exceptionally interesting as he deliberates.

Crowley sighs, realizing that he may have overstepped. "Alright, look, I shouldn't have asked, just forget I said--"

"No!" Aziraphale blurts out. His face reddens even deeper at his outburst and he clears his throat. "I mean, no, you can look, it's okay. I... I want you to see."

When Crowley, clearly still unsure, makes no move to open the box, the angel meets his gaze imploringly. "Please?"

Crowley carefully lifts the lid.

Azraphale's most treasured possession is not what he expected. He hadn't been expecting anything really, but this...

It is fragile with age, preserved still only through what Crowley guessed had to be a miracle. Smooth on the inside, rough on the exterior, ("a bit like you, my dear," isnt that what Aziraphale had said?)

"An... oyster shell?"

"From our first time dining together. Do you remember?"

Does he remem-- Of course he remembers! He wants to tell the angel as much, but he can't quite seem to get his voice to cooperate.

"It's not the shell that's important, of course, it's just, I look back on that day rather fondly, and-- oh, Crowley! What's wrong?"

But Crowley can't seem to stop the tears, despite the joyous laugh that bubbles out his throat as he pulls Aziraphale close and kisses him.

And Aziraphale had worried that he was the sentimental one.

[6pmtea]

Genshin Impact - A Scaramona Tangled AU (with a twist)

Enjoy!♥️

-Tangled Stars-

Chap.1

This, is the story of how I died...

But, well, it isn’t my story, really.

It’s the story of a boy, in a tower, a boy high high up in his lonely tower...

Our story begins many years ago, in the great kingdom of Inazuma...

They say, one day, from the depth of the night sky, a single star fell to earth, and from it, bloomed a mesmerizing white flower, glistening like a million stars on the clearest summer night, a magic flower, a flower that could heal all sorrow, all pain and loss, a flower of eternal life and beauty...

But, you see, many thought it a myth, a tale, and few were those who believed in, yet along looked for it.

See her? The old woman is one of those who, raised with tales and legends of the star-bloom, wasted all her life away to find the fallen star...

Remember her name, Mother Celestia, she plays a much more important role than you might think in the story I am about recount you.

She found the flower one day, her last, no doubt.

Aged and wearied, all but aimlessly wandering, with no choice than to spend the last of her life doing the only thing she’d ever known: desperately searching for a miracle...

Every night, she had repeated the song, lest she forget the magic spell, and thus she sang to the flower with her dying breath:

‘Flower gleam and glow,

let your powers shine,

make the clock reverse,

bring back what once was mine,

heal what has been hurt,

change the fates design,

save what has been lost,

bring back what once was mine,

what once was mine.’

And with her dying breath her wasted years and life found fruit, and replenished with the power of the blessed star.

See how her wrinkles faded, her hair regained color and her eyes light? How the life she spent longing for a way to lengthen it rushed back to her?

Such a gift was never meant for one, yet the woman kept it selfishly, hid it, and used it for her own gain, and the flower became her treasure and hers alone...

Until, one day, the Queen of Inazuma, expecting a child, fell ill, terribly so... A grave and fatal illness, one which neither she nor her child would recover from.

The King, filled with despair and prepared to do anything to save his beloved and his child, sent out all of the kingdom’s forces to find the long forgotten flower, to turn over every rock and every bush and find the miraculous cure.

But Celestia greedily hid it, and their searches were all but a miss.

However, one day, seeing the wrinkles start to form at the corner of her eyes once more, the woman visited the flower again and sang...

But, in her haste to leave as she heard the royal guards approaching, she could not fully conceal her treasure, and so, lost it forever.

With the tea brewed from the healing flower, the Queen recovered fully, and delivered a perfectly healthy, beautiful prince, with shimmering midnight eyes like a starry sky and hair paler than the brightest star. The King and his Queen cherished the boy dearly, and his first crown was fashioned of shining white silver, of the brightest diamonds and sapphires, and formed like a blooming star in honor of the flower that saved his life.

As old age quickly caught up to her with the loss of her gift from the stars, Celestia grew restless, and broke into the royal palace to regain her treasure, she approached the boy and sang quietly...

She rejoiced as she saw his hair softly begin to glow with the magic of the flower, but someone was near.

She quickly drew a dagger and cut two strand of hair on the child’s head to retake the flower’s powers, but immediate they turned an ashen blue and their magic faded...

Unwilling to leave her treasured flower behind, she stole the child and escaped as the King and Queen reached the room, too late, powerless as they watched her disappear with their beloved child...

Ever since, every year on their lost prince’s birthday, the whole of the Kingdom and its King and Queen, would release thousands of lanterns into the sky, hoping their darling prince would one day come home...

Celestia disappeared with the child in a hidden tower, far from the eyes of the world, and from all who would take her precious flower away again...

The child grew up locked away, alone in this tower for eighteen years.

Every year, on the night of his birthday, after Mother Celestia had gone to sleep, he would watch the stars, as his mother called them, but they looked different on his birthday, brighter, closer, different.

All those days locked away, his only friend was a chameleon who’d found its way up his glorified prison, he’d named it ‘Paimon’, after a character of tale he loved, a tale he’d read over and over of two Travelers’ adventure through fantastical worlds, with their flying fairy guide, Paimon.

Every morning, he would wake at seven AM, and that day, Mother Celestia was away, traveling, through the so very dangerous world he could never see, because others would use him, sell him for his powers, hurt him, if they ever knew....

Everyday, he would brush his long, long hair, sitting on the pillars and the stairs, the bed or the windowsill to reach the end of it, he had never been able to cut it, for it would lose its magic, Mother had explained to him years ago.

Then, he would do his chores, after which various other activities filled his days, reading, rereading the books over and over, baking, with disastrous results at first, sewing, and much more, but more than anything, anywhere he could, he would paint.

He would paint the stars over the walls, over the ceiling, everywhere a corner was free. It fascinated him, the stars in the night sky, the stars of winter you could see during the day, cold and shimmering in the sunlight, and most of all, the pretty, odd looking stars on his birthday...

That day was the one before his birthday, his eighteenth birthday.

The boy asked, opening the window to find his companion he’d been playing a round of hide and seek with, startling the poor creature out of its color matched hideout:

‘What do you think, Paimon?

Surely she’ll let me go see the lights this year?...’

Paimon shrugged, changing color back to its usual pale teal.

‘I’m eighteen already! I’m definitely old enough to handle myself, don’t you think?’

Paimon paused, and nodded hesitantly after a long minute...

The boy huffed, flicking Paimon lightly,

‘What, no faith in me?’

Paimon gave no answer.

The boy hopped onto the windowsill, looking out into the meadow below with a sigh...

He would often sing, wonder if, and when, he could finally see these peculiar stars for himself.

‘Seven a.m., the usual morning lineup

Start on the chores and sweep 'till the floor's all clean

Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop and shine up

Sweep again, and by then it's like 7:15

And so I'll read a book

Or maybe two or three

I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery

I'll play guitar and knit

And cook and basically

Just wonder when will my life begin?

Then after it's puzzles and darts and baking

Paper mache, learn the fandango and chess

Pottery and ventriloquy, candle making

Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch, take a climb

Sew a dress!

And I'll reread the books

If I have time to spare

I'll paint the walls some more

I'm sure there's room somewhere

And then I'll brush and brush

And brush and brush my hair

Stuck in the same place I've always been

And I'll keep wanderin' and wanderin'

And wanderin' and wonderin'

When will my life begin?

And tomorrow night

The lights will appear

Just like they do on my birthday each year

What is it like

Out there where they glow?

Now that I'm older

Mother might just

Let me go...’

‘Hey, Paimon? I’m gonna do it. Today, I’ll ask her...’

A couple hours later, there was Mother Celestia, down by the tower, calling out to him to let down his hair so she could get up the tower.

‘Mother brought your favorite! We’re having hazelnut parsnip soup tonight!’ She announced as she got off the windowsill.

‘Thank you, Mother, I hope your trip went without any trouble.’ the boy answered politely, helping his mother remove her cloak and setting the basket on the table.

‘Quite well, in fact...’ she started recounting this or that event of her travels while they started getting lunch ready, and as they sat down to eat, the boy asked:

‘Mother?... I was wondering... um...’

‘Yes? What is it dearest?’

‘Well... as you know, tomorrow is my birthday...’

‘Your birthday?... No, no, no, I distinctively remember, your birthday was last year!’

The boy chuckled, ‘That’s the thing about birthdays... they’re... kind of an annual thing.’

His mother laughed lightly, ‘And so, what about your birthday?’

‘I was wondering.... I’m eighteen already... so I thought... maybe...’ the boy mumbled.

‘Now, now, don’t mumble dear, speak up.’

He cleared his throat nervously and asked, ‘I was wondering... If I could go see the lights?’

Mother Celestia paused, perplexed, ‘You mean the stars?...’

‘N-no!’ He stammered, ‘I... I don’t think they are. That’s why... I’d like to see them up close, just once!... They only ever appear... on... on my birthday. So I wondered, if, maybe... They’re meant for me?...’

Celestia scoffed, ‘For you? I told you, darling, they’re only stars, they shine for no one in particular.’

‘But I just...’

‘No. You will not risk the dangers of the world to see some shiny lights! You may not realize it, but you see them better than anyone, up here, high up, and safe...’

‘I... I suppose so... But, if I could just go see for myself... just once! Please, Mother...’

‘Oh, dear little flower, don’t you know... I’m only trying to protect you.

Out there... it’s much too dangerous....

You want to go outside?

Why, my dear!

Look at you, as fragile as a flower

Still a little sapling, just a sprout

You know why we stay up in this tower.’

‘I know but...’

‘That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear

Guess I always knew this day was coming

Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest

Soon, but not yet.’

‘But-‘

‘Shh!

Trust me, pet

Mother knows best

Mother knows best

Listen to your mother

It's a scary world out there

Mother knows best

One way or another

Something will go wrong, I swear

Treasure hunters, Fatui

Poison ivy, quicksand

Hilichurls and slimes

The plague...’

‘No...’

‘Yes!’

‘But-‘

‘Also large bugs

Thieves with pointy teeth, and

Stop, no more, you'll just upset me

Mother's right here

Mother will protect you

Darling, here's what I suggest

Skip the drama

Stay with mama

Mama knows best

Mother knows best

Take it from your mumsy

On your own, you won't survive

Sloppy, underdressed

Immature, clumsy

Please, they'll eat you up alive

Gullible, naÎve

Positively grubby

Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm vague

Plus, I believe

Gettin' kinda chubby

I'm just saying 'cause I wuv you

Mother understands

Mother's here to help you

All I have is one request

Dearest?’

‘Yes?’

‘Don't ever ask to leave this tower again.’

‘Yes, Mother.’

With a sigh, the boy started to clean up their meal and his mother put on her cloak again.

‘Oh... are you leaving again, Mother?’

‘Yes, dear, but only for a few hours, I’ll be returning before dinner. I love you very much, darling.’

She smiled at him as she descended down the tower.

‘I love you more.’ The boy replied fondly, if a bit longingly as he watched her disappear into the foliage...

/in two parts because Tumblr limit reached TvT

[mila-dans]

Thing ;)

This right here is solely dedicated for one @sl33pybo1​ (the most amazing person ever)

<3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :) <3 :)

It’s been too long. Way too long since you last saw him. You thought that surely you could last two weeks without him. Phones were a thing. Right?

Wrong. You couldn’t even last an hour without him usually so deciding to go for the long haul was a bad idea. Horrible. Even worse knowing that their phones broke about a week into the hunt so you haven’t even been able to call him except for every couple days on a timed payphone.

Was it wrong to miss the love of your life this much?

No. Course not. It’s only natural that you do. And knowing that the love of your life and his brother kill monsters for a living with those same monsters wanting to kill them, it was perfectly normal to worry. But as of right now, worry wasn’t the first thing on your mind.

You couldn’t stop thinking and hoping and fantasizing for him to just walk through the bunker door and watch as he turns your door knob, stepping inside with a smile plastered on his face, complete with those signature dimples. Then for him to just take one stride as he lunges towards the bed as you each instantaneously wrap one another up in a big hug, only to get covered in kisses all over. Afterwards, you just fall asleep in his big arms as you take a deep breath, inhaling his scent that makes you weak in the knees.

That smell… his smell… God, it was glorious. Most men smelled like Old Spice or Axe Body Spray but Sam, Sam Winchester, your man, the love of your life, well, he smelled better than heaven. He smelled better than roses, better than fresh cut grass, just better than anyone or anything. And what made it amazing is that absolutely nothing smelled like him. Well, nothing but his clothes.

You hadn’t even finished your train of thought before a new one arose. You moved your eyes away from the ceiling which you had been staring up at, daydreaming, for probably the past hour.

2 a.m.

You didn’t realize it had been that late. At first you were caught up in eating some Cheetos as a late night snack then decided upon reading one of the forensic books you love so much then, of course, Sam entered your mind. Time flies when you’re daydreaming and your daydream was just to go to sleep with Sam’s arms wrapped around you. But, couldn’t have that now could you?

Sam was off hunting a poltergeist with Dean who had attached itself to a family with three daughters somewhere in Yorktown, Virginia. Virginia was about 20 hours away from Lebanon which was where you currently resided. No chance that Sam would just walk through the front door and run towards you, wrapping you into a warm embrace.

You were tired. You need to stop thinking about this, pining over your best friend/lover who was off saving actual lives. Sam was actually doing something important which was much more than you could say. You had just been reading and snacking for the past three days while New Girl was playing on your T.V.

You were so lame, but also so tired.

You rubbed your eyes, sitting up from the library chair, knowing full and well that you needed sleep. As you grudgingly got up from the leather seat, you stumbled over to sneak one more Cheeto to pop it in your mouth before walking throughout the bunker, starting to shut off the lights.

One by one, a lamp turned off and a light flickered as you meandered closer to your room. The walk seemed to take an eternity, dragging your feet with each step you took. You were so close to going to bed. Oh so close. It was just a couple feet away. The bed was calling your name, or so you thought.

You paused for a moment as you stood in front of Sam’s room, eyes wandering to the door handle which you so desperately wanted to turn in hopes that he could possibly be there. You were way too sleep deprived to know that he wouldn’t be in there yet just sleep deprived enough that you were willing to give it a shot.

As you opened the door, a sad sigh left your lips as you saw the empty room. Still, you walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge as you examined his room. Your eyes scoured the place as if you were in search of something unknown. You had no idea what you were doing. Your brain was fired. But, that didn’t stop you from deciding to go over and open one of his drawers to get out one of his flannels so that you could wear it as a pajama shirt. More like a nightgown if you were being honest.

You dressed up in his apparel then decided to make yourself comfortable in his bed. It was such a nicer bed then yours. It was so soft yet firm at the same time. You knew it was most likely because of Sam’s large size that probably left an imprint in the mattress. Nonetheless, it was relaxing and warm and you were not leaving.

You had shared the bed with Sam often but occasionally you slept separately, especially if one of you was in a bad shape from a rough hunt. For the past weeks, you decided to sleep in your old bed, trying to live up the alone time you had only for it to be all too lonely.

You missed Sam. Clearly you missed him enough for you to crawl in his bed just so you could get somewhat of a sense of something that seemed like him. His bed felt like him. You’d spent enough time there to have almost muscle memory when you crawled underneath the covers and instantly got comforted. And the flannel that you were wearing sure did remind you of him. You could bring it up to your neck and be so content knowing that whenever you hugged him or leaned up close with him, the cotton fibers felt the same as they did then. You were still missing something though. Something that would make it feel like Sam was right here next to you. Suddenly, you had it.

You got up from your bed one last time as you went over to the door, shutting it, and looking for the treasure to be hanging up on the hook behind it.

There it was.

Sam’s brown sweatshirt.

It was glorious and the best part was, it smelled just like him.

You quickly put it over his flannel and zipped it up as you crawled back into his bed, turning off all light in the process. The sweatshirt was the best thing that Sam’s wardrobe had to offer. He must’ve had it for years. All the way back drawing Stanford. It was warm and cozy and just unbelievably perfect.

You reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone and put on your sleeping playlist that was filled with songs from Elvis to Sinatra.

You snuggled up close to the pillows, becoming engulfed in warmth, taking in the wondrous smell that made your heart skip a beat. One chorus from “Love Me Tender” and you were out.

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In the twilight glow I see her Blue eyes cryin' in the rain And when we kissed goodbye and parted I knew that we'd never meet again

“Baby?” You heard a voice call out in a soft whisper. “Baby, you awake?”

You started to gain just a little bit of consciousness as you tried to figure out what the sound was coming from. You stayed still for a moment, taking in deep breaths, breathing in another bit of his scent. Sam’s scent. It smelled even stronger, causing you to go back into the deep and relaxing comfort of sleep.

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Love is like a dyin' ember And only memories remain and through the ages I'll remember Blue eyes cryin' in the rain

“Baby,” you heard a soft voice say with a light chuckle as you felt a hand brush against your shoulder and make its way up to your hair as fingers combed through it. You still weren't sure whether you were dreaming or just having hallucinations. You then continued to feel warm tipped fingers brush against your forehead, moving your hair away from your face. You gave a content sigh as warmth made its way down your spine. You felt so good right now. So relaxed. You could hear music playing from your phone, filling you with serotonin as it was your favorite song.

“Honey,” a voice called out again. You opened your eyes to look at the wall in front of you, trying to figure out who was talking. “Bubs?”

Your heart started to beat faster as you recognized your nickname being called drawing you out of unconsciousness and into the world of where you knew only one person called you that, and that one person was here, with you.

You turned around, doing what you could to move easily with the layers of clothing you had surrounding your skin.

Some day when we meet up yonder We'll stroll hand in hand again

“Sam?” You asked, eyes viewing the silhouette of the long brown haired man whom you loved so dearly. Your face formed a smile as you saw Sam nod his head in the shadows. You moved closer to him, placing your arms around him for a hug then bringing them back in, close to you, once you felt the cold air touch your fingers.

In a land that knows no partin'

Sam moved closer to you, wrapping his big arms around your body. You became even more so engulfed in warmth and the sweet scent of him that lingered in the air, bringing you such a peace that you felt your eyes drift off into another deep sleep.

Blue eyes cryin' in the rain

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You felt a comforting warmth on your forehead, causing you to open your eyes ever so slightly. When you opened them, you became happily shocked at the sight.

“Sam?!” You asked, unsure if the sight before your eyes was a hallucination. “Are you really here?” You questioned. You watched with wide eyes as Sam’s face came closer over yours, leaning down, lips touching your own.

At last

“I’m really here, Bubs.”

My love has come along

You took a moment to remember your surroundings as you took a deep breath, a smile shining on your face.

My lonely days are over

It wasn’t a dream.

And life is like a song

Again, Sam’s lips pressed against your own, kissing you softly and gingerly, bringing you into his warm embrace.

Oh yeah, yeah

You nuzzled closer to him as he did the same to you.

At last The skies above are blue

You felt his big arms wrapped around you as he planted a kiss on your forehead just long enough so that it could leave your head tingling in response.

My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you

You started to feel your heartbeat rise as you looked deep into his hazel eyes, feeling them stare into your own.

I found a dream That I could speak to A dream that I can call my own

He brushed his fingers against your temple then slid his thumb against your cheek, taking away the hair from your neck, leaving wide open space for peppered kisses and your man to come in close.

I found a thrill To press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known

You heard a relaxing sigh leave his perfect lips as he returned to look at you. Your cheeks were red as you watched a smile start to form the corners of his mouth.

Oh yeah, yeah You smiled, you smiled

“Hi, Bubs,” he said, voice soothing and music to your ears.

Oh and then the spell was cast

“Hi,” you let out with a childish and glee filled smile in your voice.

And here we are in Heaven

You moved close to him, resting your head in the crook of your neck as you shut your eyes.

For you are mine

“I love you.”

At last

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I hope this proved my love for you, dear brother. :)