#and affectionate gestures.... and teasing..... UGH

[oceanwithouthermoon]

UGHHHH kubosai baking cookies and making hot chocolate together on a rainy night,,,

wearing stupid matching pajamas that aren picked out for them, probably naruto themed or something or even just kusuo wearing purple while aren wears pink, watching a movie/binging a show while cuddling under a blanket,,,

[unluckiestmember]

YAY, YOU'RE BACK TO WRITING FOR ARCANE. How would the arcane characters react (mainly vi, ekko, and jinx because i would marry, marry, and marry them all!!) to a reader who is sooo affectionate and finds every last thing they do so cute they get cuteness aggression and just jump at them like a cuddle bug often? thank you so much!!

Coming right up!

Arcane x Cuddle Bug! Reader

Characters: Powder/Jinx, Violet "Vi", Ekko, Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Mel Medarda, Sevika and Ran.

Warning: None really. SFW.

A/N: Am I the only one who wants to snuggle into Caitlyn? Ugh, I love her so much.

Powder/Jinx

“Oh! Hey there, sugar! You want to cuddle? Don’t have to ask me twice! I’ll cuddle you so much that you get tired of me! But you’d never get tired of me, right?”

Jinx is a super clingy person, so for you to be as clingy as her it’s like you two are a match made in heaven. There’s barely any time that passes when you two are not touching each other and she lives for your cuddles. It doesn’t matter if you hug her out of nowhere or she sees you about to embrace her, she is stopping everything she is doing and pulling you into the tightest of hugs.

Most of the time if she isn’t causing mayhem in the streets of Zaun or busy with her inventions, she will spend her time just holding you so close and showering your face with the cutest but most childish of kisses. She doesn’t care if it’s in private or public, she will make it known that you two can’t keep your hands off each other. You are her cuddlebug and she is yours and that won’t ever change.

Violet “Vi”

“Woah there, cuddle bug! You’re gonna make me screw up my workout… Oh forget it. How can I say no to you?”

Because Violet is absolutely touch starved, she will never decline your cuddles, even if you take her by surprise a few times with how you hug her so suddenly. She finds it adorable how you fangirl around her and find everything she does to be awesome or cute. Granted she does wish you’d call her hot or sexy, but knows that isn’t really in tune with your personality.

Regardless, she tries to make sure you know how adorable you are, always telling you while you two are cuddled up together how lucky she is to have you and how you are so adorable. Even when you visit her at work, she’ll try to drop everything and have you run into her arms to pick you up. And every time she’s got time off work or is coming back from a job, she’s automatically looking for you so she could hook you in her arms and never let go.

Ekko

“Y/N, haha! You know we gotta keep this private, babe- The kids are gonna pounce on us any second now!”

Does Ekko love hugging you? Absolutely. The warmth of your arms around his body makes him stop everything he’s doing and just hug you while calling you his firelight or firefly. Unless he’s calling you an angel or lovebug, which never fails to make Scar either look at you two in awe or roll their eyes in mock annoyance. Unfortunately, Ekko does try his best to make sure you two don’t get super affectionate around the children, especially when it comes to hugs.

Why? Because as soon as you hug him, the children find this as an invitation to gather around him and have him nearly die under a cuteness overload of a group hug. It’s nice as a once in a while occurrence, but all the time? Maybe not. Outside of the reactions you two garnish and even the teasing of you being the firelight king/queen, Ekko lives for your cuddlebug energy, wanting to be in your arms after a long day’s work. It’s always the best way to end the night… 

Caitlyn Kiramman

“And that’s why if I am able to block this end of the road, I’ll- Oh!... Oh come here, sweetheart. If you wanted to cuddle so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Caitlyn has always been someone who was more subtle with her love, pulling you into brief kisses, cupping your cheek and holding you by your waist. She usually leaves the more out there gestures like hugging and cuddling for you to initiate. But when you do? It might be harder for you to get her off of you instead of the other way around. It can be at work, in her home, outside of work or at an event. As soon as she feels your arms wrap around her slender body, she’s stopping for a second to hold you back and kiss your forehead.

She will continue working if you interrupt her during a briefing or in the middle of cracking a case, but the entire time, she will have at least one arm around your body and make sure you are comfortable. Her comrades tease her about it and she’ll scowl a bit, but she doesn’t care. As far as she can tell, she’s extremely lucky to have you as a lover.

Viktor

“Ah! Oh, it is just you, zolotse. Remember, you have to warn me of these cute little hugs of yours.”

At first, Viktor wasn’t used to your physical affection and how you were in awe of everything he did. He actually thought you were mocking him at first or being silly. But after a while, especially when the two of you became a couple, he grew accustomed to your affections. He does get a bit startled when you hug him out of nowhere and he does have moments where you cheering him on does make him a bit bashful, but he enjoys your sweet gestures regardless.

He does find it difficult to be as outgoing with his love for you as you are with him, but he does try his best to make you realize he loves you, especially in the form of quality time and calling you by sweet pet names bound to make you blush. Viktor has a tendency to pass out from working too hard and waking up in your arms. And though he’d never say it out loud, you know based on the way he snuggles into you, he adores it and adores you.

Jayce Talis

“I know what you want and I want it too- So bring it in! I’ve waited all day to be in your arms!”

Because Jayce is always out at work, it’s kind of hard for you two to be around one another all the time. That’s why when he does reunite with you after hours or you two can be together on days off, he’s spending the majority of his free time with you or wrapped around you. He sort of craves for your praise and compliments as much as he craves your cuddles.

Many would compare the councilman to a needy dog wanting his owner’s undivided attention and he definitely gets that through you. Though he may try to act all cool or play coy, everyone knows that you mean so much to him and that he becomes putty around you. Even if they don’t, you’re not afraid to say it aloud. Just make sure Jayce isn’t around or that man will become redder than a beet.

Mel Medarda

“What’s wrong?... I know that look. You want to- Ah! Well looks like you beat me to the punch, darling. How about we take this to the bed, hmm?”

Mel wasn’t really given physical affection when she was younger. She was more someone who preferred verbal affection with words of affirmation. So when it came to you and how affectionate you are, she found herself adapting and loving physical affection as much as telling you how much she loved you.

Your cuddles and sweet gestures are her personal heaven she loves returning to after a long day’s work, especially if she can spend an evening with you platonically in your shared bed. In your arms, she feels she can air out anything that’s bothering her or interests her, especially when you admit how cute it is when she does. Though this kind of intimate affection is delegated to private quarters, anyone can know from the way Mel speaks of you outside of home and at events that you mean so much to her.

Sevika

“Yeah! So then I was like screw you, I can do whatever- Hold on. Uh, Y/N. I thought we agreed to not do this at work?”

Sevika is considered the Right Hand of Zaun, a woman who is feared if not respected by her peers. And she’d like to keep it that way. Which means that while you two are at work, she prefers it if you don’t cuddle her around co-workers and give them something to tease her about. You two can only flirt and kiss and even then, it has to be sexy…

But alone, when both of you are away from the public eye, Sevika is at your beck and call wishing for nothing else but to hear your sweet praises and melt into your arms and touch. Expect her to call you the cutest thing ever and tease you on occasion, but afterwards she’s basically a big needy cat, or as she prefers to be called, a panther. It’s moments like these where you can really consider yourself lucky to see a raw side of Sevika. And it was only preserved for you.

If you got any requests for Arcane or X-Men '97, send them my way!

Likes and retweets are always appreciated! I love you all, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[purin-gambler]

‘what are we?’ - miya osamu

wc: 1k

cw: timeskip spoilers

⚄ notes: timeskip osamu, fem reader, fluff, established friendship, playful flirting, fake dating, (affectionately) teasing atsumu

☁︎ a/n: first short work on here, and it's for samu! i always go through some sort of inarizaki character brainrot, and at this moment its for osamu, so im giving him some love!

“how’s the meal, sweetheart? enjoyin’ it?”

“you always know my taste, dear.”

“oh yeah? ‘s the best ya ever had?”

“mhm~. always is, samu.”

you could practically feel the piercing daggers being pointed towards your direction and to where the other stood in front, behind the counter. an irritated groan emitting from beside where you were seated.

in your peripheral vision, you noticed the incredibly obvious eye roll done by the artificially blonde man on the stool beside you. an action done purposely to showcase the annoyance plastered onto his face. “ugh, can ya two get a room-?! can’t eat my meal in peace without ya both giving each other those googly eyes… ‘s gross.”

in a childish manner, he pretended to gag, emphasizing and displaying his disgust further to you both. you tried to stifle an arising bubble of laughter, but the smile on your face was all too present to be missed. the other man across the counter, whose features resembled the other beside you, noticed this. though rather than the similar expression of disgust painted on his twin's face, he presented an amused expression in return.

osamu turned his full attention to atsumu, whose mouth was stuffed with an onigiri created by his twin. a stupid smirk of pride now upturning the corners of his lips, atsumu starring deadpanned. “what? jealous yer single?” osamu challenged, watching the way atsumu’s mouth dropped, now agape despite the halfly chewed meal still sitting in his mouth.

“likh i’d be jwewous owh ya-!” atsumu wasted no second to raise his defense, words too muffled by his meal to be properly decipherable. osamu raised an eyebrow at atsumu’s remark, his eyes glazing over to yours and giving you an all knowing look as a signal practically saying ‘he’s totally jealous.’

osamu only shrugged in response to atsumu’s outburst before muttering, “whatever ya say.” which added some sort of salt to atsumu’s wound considering the way he emphasized another facial display of an incredibly obvious eye roll.

this routine was common between you and osamu. a silly banter that turned into somewhat of an inside joke pinned to his twin’s face. playful flirting that insinuated a close connection between you and the restaurant owner, despite no real relationship besides friendship being the label plastered between you both.

you had known the twins were close and would always pry into each other’s lives whether intentional or not. so on a fateful day when the three of you were at onigiri miya just as you were now, osamu had given you a special custom order including all of your favorite ingredients. it was an order you hadn’t even asked him for, just something he had simply made for you when he heard you would drop by in the afternoon.

you lit up at this, osamu not missing your reaction, a light smile present on his lips as you took the plated meal from his hands with gratitude. a happy “thank you, samu!” being exclaimed from you, and an all too gentle “no problem.” being softly spoken by the restaurant owner.

this was a gesture osamu had only provided for the closer ones in his life, and now, of course you. but it was nonetheless a gesture and interaction that just so happened to have atsumu questioning your relationship together.

“is there somethin’ ya both aren’t telling me? ya both datin’ or what?”

the two of you gawked at first to atsumu’s question, a storm of laughter erupting into the atmosphere of the restaurant due to how ridiculous his question had sounded. at the time it was as if it were the funniest question in the world, you and osamu simply being nothing more than good friends.

so you couldn’t exactly understand what had prompted his interrogation to begin with. atsumu’s expression falling flat as he watched the way you both wheezed hysterically at his question.

with tears of laughter piling up in the corner of your eyes, you had choked back another cackle, “us-? dating…? seriously?” another roar of your laughter ripped through the air, osamu just as entertained as you were.

“where did’ya get that idea from?” with a look of interest, osamu had questioned him whilst studying the look on atsumu’s face.

atsumu only groaned, “oh come on.” he leaned his body forward against the counter. “it ain’t that weird to ask! both of ya are just givin’ me that vibe!” his finger now pointed at the two of you, eyes darting towards the special little onigiri customized just for you by the restaurant owner.

it was easy to say, that situation had definitely left a lasting impression on you two. all very much to the point where you and osamu began to exaggerate your interactions together whenever atsumu were around you both.

it started with the little side comments whenever osamu served you both your meals.

“this one’s for smelly tsumu, and this one’s for my ‘girlfriend’.”

“take some food to go, can’t have my ‘girlfriend’ go hungry.”

only over time, osamu grew bolder, switching to more intimate remarks at you to gauge a reaction.

“wanna try my new menu item, baby?”

“how ‘bout i feed you?”

even to more physical advances too.

holding hands across the counter, all so casually but far too evident.

long hugs, with his large hands that would affectionately squish the softness of your body.

gentle kisses, placed on your full cheeks.

it wasn’t until you began flirting back, atsumu became truly confused of you two. curious of the truth, until his curiosity eventually became an annoyance with the two of you. part of him knowing you both just enjoyed messing with him and teasing him for a simple question he had asked before, regretting that he even bothered butting into your love lives out of interest. he was still surprised you both are still holding it above his head. at this rate he could assume maybe you both do have something going on and he was the only one noticing it.

“i don’t care if ya both really are datin’ or not, just let me eat in peace.” he took a large bite from his onigiri, shaking his head in disapproval.

you brought your hand up, patting the setter’s back. “its okay, tsumu! you’ll find someone soon.” you cooed, osamu snickering on the side watching his twin’s face fall flat once more.

[cookiejarwrites]

Fake Date | Part One

pairing: tim drake / red robin x fem!reader

words: 1k

a/n: Hey this is my first official post on this account so it’s kinda short. Credit to the Tim Drake A.I bot created by Fairybaby for the story idea and inspo. Sorry if he’s a little out of character. This is my first time writing for him but I tried my best. There will eventually be smut in the later chapters so pre warning there. xoxo! 💋

(aka Tim asks you to be his fake date)

Tim nearly drops to his knees, begging you, “Just one more time. I know I said that last time, but I swear. Please be my date to Bruce’s charity event. I’ll never harass you about it again. Pinky Promise.”

He holds out his pinky thumb, the gesture almost comical. He looks at you with his best puppy dog eyes, eyes wide and shimmering. The look tugs at something deep inside you. You’d long since learned that those stupid puppy eyes were a weakness of yours. You two were long time friends, originally meeting in school and instantly hitting it off. He has since entrusted you with his secret as the Red Robin, so obviously he trusted you to be his fake girlfriend for Bruce’s parties.

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me, Drake,” you finally grumble, rolling your eyes. As soon as the words leave your lips his face lights up like a Christmas tree. Before you can even get another word in he’s pulling you into a tight embrace. You feel your feet leave the ground as he lifts you, his strong arms roping themselves around your waist.

“Thank you sooo much Y/N” he says, sounding overly affectionate. He gives you a few quick squeezes before setting you down again.

“That’s what friends are for, right?” You roll your eyes again, but a small smile tugs at your lips. He grins back, ruffling your hair.

“For sure. And I’m eternally grateful to have a friend as wonderful as you.” You swat his hand in annoyance, but the warmth growing in your chest is undeniable.

“Obviously, who else would put up with your annoying ass?” You shoot back. He laughs, shaking his head with a playful smirk.

“You love it,” he teases. “You’re so tiny compared to me. I could just scoop you up and keep you in my pocket,” he cooes at you.. You scowl back at him in response.

“Not as small as your dick,” I stick my tongue out playfully.

His smirk falls into mock offense “Why, how you wound me,” He says dramatically before grabbing you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down you asshole!” you holler, struggling for a bit before giving up and going limp in his arms. He shifts you to get a better hold, then finally sets you down. He grins at your annoyed expression, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you.

“You’re adorable when you’re mad,” he teases, patting your head.

“I’m not adorable,” you grumble, crossing your arms infront of your chest with a huff.

“Oh, but you are,” he grins, “Admit it, you secretly love it when I pick you up.”

“Enjoy it my ass,” you retort.

“Grumble all you want, I know you love me.” He shrugs with a boyish grin that makes it hard to stay annoyed.

Only in your dreams bird boy.” I reply. He lets out a hearty laugh, his smirk widening.

“My dreams, huh?” he says, his tired eyes gleaming with mischief. He takes a step closer to you again. “You’d be surprised how often you pop up in those.” His arms snake around your waist again, tugging you flush against him. A wave of heat washes over you, cheeks reddening in response.

“Keep it to yourself,” I mutter, turning to hide my flushed face. You clear your throat in an attempt to regain composure. “What time is the party?”

“Tonight. It starts at 7, and I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Got it,” I nod, “ now I gotta figure out what the hell I’m gonna wear.” He laughs and ruffles your hair again, clearly enjoying your grumpy demeanor.

“Good luck,” he teases lightly. “Need me to help you pick out a dress?”

“Knowing you, I’d probably end up looking like a clown.” I remark with a chuckle. He feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart as if he’d been stabbed.

“Ouch, Y/N. I’m hurt you’d say such a thing. Have I ever steered you wrong?

“No, but only ‘cause I’ve never listened to your sleep-deprived advice.” I counter with a self satisfied smirk. He shakes his head slightly at my comment on his sleep.

“You’re so stubborn,” he chides, pinching your cheek like a grandma excited to see her grandkid. “One of these days you’ll take my advice, and when that day comes, I’ll rub it in your face so much you’ll have to beg me to shut up.” you push his hands away, grabbing his cheeks and pinching them just as he had done to you.

“The day I take your advice is the day I’ve officially lost my mind.” He snickers, the sound muffled slightly by your grip on his cheeks.

“Okay, timeout. Seriously, my cheeks are gonna start bleeding if you keep squeezing them like that.” You release his face and pat him on the head. He rubs his cheeks, mock-pouting as he looks at you. “That was unnecessary.” he complains before he glances up at the clock on the wall, his expression seeming to turn a bit more serious. “I’d better get going. I’ve gotta finish Bruce out with a case. I’ll pick you up at six,” he gives you a sly smirk, “and I can’t wait to see what you’ll be wearing.”

“It’ll be better than whatever you would have picked out.” You say, turning to open the door of your apartment for him. He chuckles slightly as he exits the room, shaking his head in amusement. “See ya later, Y/N.”

“Bye birdie!” You call out just as the door clicks shut behind him. You head towards your bedroom, preparing to rummage your closet for something suitable to wear. The familiar sensation of giddiness forms in your stomach at the thought of the upcoming events. You never really did enjoy Bruce’s fancy banquets and events, too many rich folks who couldn’t give less of a shit what you had to say. However, a small part of you did slightly enjoy the concept of pretending to be Tim’s girlfriend, even if just for the night. This wouldn’t be the first time you two did it. Of course you’d never admit your growing liking to the act. Deny, deny, deny.

[lady-of-endless]

What they do for you after a rough mission

(La Squadra x Reader)

Summary: You, their lover and teammate, get back to the hideout, exhausted and disheveled in the middle of the night after a rough solo mission.

Author's Note: My second La Squadra x Reader. I love them so much that it's ridiculous already. If you're interested in the other one, you can find it here

Risotto

- He is always waiting for you to get back no matter when, both because he needs to know how the mission went and how you are feeling, of course.

"You're back..." He speaks in a calm tone, staring at your slightly torn-up clothing and tired expression from where he was sitting. Seeing how you're not that reactive, he gets that the damage is more profound and his gaze softens. "It's over now. Join me for a moment, tesoro." He says gesturing to sit next to him.

- Unfortunately, you must tell him the details, he is the one who needs to know, it's expected. However, Risotto is patient and gentle with you, not questioning anything, waiting for you to start when you feel like it. As you speak, he will push a strand of hair behind your ear and pull you closer to him by your shoulders. He will get you anything you need as long as you say it. He wants to be helpful and efficient for you but wants to know exactly what you need.

- He's not the one to praise you after such a mission because he feels guilty. Strong, guilt that clings to his heart as he looks at the state you're in. He feels guilty for not protecting you, for sending you out there alone, and more than anything, for making you live this way when all he wants for you is a peaceful life, happiness, and nothing like his way of life. You can explain that it was your choice as much as you want but this guilt will haunt him forever no matter what.

- Will tell you that you have a day off tomorrow, no other objections or questions. What happens with your tasks? He handles them himself without you knowing it.

Prosciutto

- You'll find him sitting in an armchair with a glass of wine, making it look like he wasn't waiting for you but just relaxing. As you enter, he doesn't say a word at first, which is rare for him. He gets up and slowly makes his way over to you, observing the state you are in, with his glass of wine still in his hand.

"From the looks of it, e chiaro how the mission went. You should change, you look more like a mess than a professional assassin." He says coldly but there is worry in the way his eyes are searching for yours. "You shouldn't let the others see you like this." With this, he hands you his glass and grabs your shoulders, walking you to the bathroom. You might be too exhausted to notice it but there's a certain gentleness in how he holds your shoulders, his thumbs slightly rubbing your skin. This might be the first time he sees you like this, which could be the starting point of him being more affectionate towards you.

- As you finish his glass of wine, he runs a warm bath for you. At this point, you start to wonder what has gotten into him. Prosciutto will sit by the bathtub on a chair, watching over you in case you fall asleep but not only because of that. He even helps you wash your hair, but you need to stay silent and not say anything about it, his condition. He'll wash your hair and shoulders gently to get you to relax and tells you how God damn spoiled you are. However, as he keeps washing you, you can't see his soft gaze. He's relieved that you came back to him.

- The next few days, he'll be attentive to your needs, and moods, to make sure you got back on track and more importantly for him, that you're alright. The treatment you got from him after that mission will go unsaid like it never happened. He doesn't mention this but be sure that he will repeat it anytime it's needed without excuses but with some teasing of course.

(ugh I love him sm)

Pesci

- Jumps from the couch as soon as he hears the door. His eyes move frantically over your figure, noticing your weary expression and the damage to your clothes, and become a stuttering mess.

"You... look like a mess." He says, hesitantly and timid for stating this. "D-did you have a difficult mission?". He's so worried that you'll have to calm him down first.

- After calming down, Pesci gets determined to make you feel better. He provides your favorite snacks, favorite movies, and basically, anything you want. On this occasion, you notice how attentive he is always to your preferences. He waits for you to tell him what you need like a sweetheart that he is. He stays up all night with you until you finally start feeling better, no excuses.

- The next day, if his older brother comments on you and how the mission went, he won't hesitate to stand up and counter his older brother. This attitude is so rare from Pesci so it shocks both you and Prosciutto especially (he's secretly proud). Pesci won't let anyone talk badly about you because even when you were a mess, he admired you so much for going through it and handling it the way you did.

Ghiaccio

- While you are gone, he is not worried about you getting it done, he knows your strength but he feels worried to the point of anger that he's not there to fight next to you. He waits for you, tapping his leg, grunting as he looks at the clock. Of course, he will deny that he waited for you out of worry, he'll say that he just wanted to make sure you got it done. As you enter, he automatically stops moving and silently scans your body for injuries first.

"Cazzo..." He curses seeing how you are a mess. "You look like you went through hell and back."

- Seeing how you don't even have the energy to respond with a comeback, he sighs and shakes his head. Ghiaccio pulls you to the bathroom motivating you to at least take a shower to wash everything off you. He waits outside, secretly leaning against the door with his arms crossed at his chest and listening closely in case you collapse out of exhaustion. Once you're done he hands you one of his clean shirts because he refused to go to your room and search through your clothes. Whenever you thank him, he looks away and tells you not to mention it. Another thing you shouldn't mention is how soft he is in this situation.

- For him, the lack of your usual attitude and teasing way of being towards him, is the thing that scares him more than he thought at first. If that passionate flame of yours that frustrates him is gone, he gets uncomfortably worried for you. He knows that something is bad but he's more motivated to find a way to help you with it. Ghiaccio is extremely frustrated that he's not good with empathy and can't feel what you go through but he tries his best to understand. He starts asking details about the mission but don't take it the wrong way, he just wants to know more before deciding on the best way of action. If the mission didn't end well and you didn't get the target eliminated, the next morning, the target is found dead. Ghiaccio was busy after you fell asleep. He tells you to shut up about it and tell the others that you did it. He didn't want you to keep feeling bad in the morning when you had to report to Risotto. Plus, no one messes you up like that and sees the light of the next day with Ghiaccio.

(his ability is ice-based but he surely makes my heart melt)

Melone

- He stays up all night every time you're out on a mission alone and he's not even hiding it, it's a routine. You coming back to the base is the highlight of his night. As you enter, he instantly looks up from his computer and takes in the damage you sustained. He sighs seeing how worn out you looked.

"Oh, cara mia, you look terrible. Come here, let me take a look at you, and tell me where it hurts." He says sweetly.

He seems calm and laid back but inside, he is so damn worried because he has never seen you so drained before. He doesn't know what to do in this situation so he initially analyzes and tries to guess your needs. Distractions? Silence? Rest? Shower? Intimacy with him? No, cut that. At first, his mind seems to run on algorithms like his Stand. However, he starts to understand that for you, it's better to go with the flow.

- It's easy to open up to him because of his affection and you'll be surprised by how much of a great listener he is. Melone uses this even during missions as an advantage but not with you. With you, he listens because he wants just to know how you feel. He won't give you advice, won't criticize your strategy of choice regarding that mission, won't encourage you. He'll just listen, tell you that it's important to recover first, and caress your cheek.

- Melone waits to see what you need at that particular moment. But, just so you know, he has everything prepared just in case and he won't say a thing. In the morning, there might be someone else asking why the hell is the bathtub full (he ran a bath just in case but you didn't feel like it and of course, he forgot about it). Melone is there to simply spoil you and make you feel that he will always have your back.

Formaggio

- As soon as you enter, no matter in what state you're in, he immediately gets up with open arms.

"Still looking good, gattina!" He welcomes you and already tries to lighten the mood. However, he hugs you tightly and runs a hand through your hair. You can feel and hear him sigh deeply. "What did you get into?" He whispers in a gentle tone.

He pulls you to the couch and has in plan to hold you tight the whole rest of the night, waiting for you to open up about it. He provides the warmest embrace.

- He needs to see a smile, even a faint one to be sure that you'll be alright. He works hard for it. He tries joking around but it's not working. Has the idea to put on an entertaining movie but you're too tired. Tells you some things that happened while you were gone but you don't seem to listen. After all those attempts, Formaggio naturally resorts to telling you how he felt on his first missions ever when he was a total mess while holding you and untangling your hair. Is surprised to see that you slowly opened up about it after he was the one to do it first without it even being his intention.

- He won't let the others tease you about it the next day if details were heard or if they saw you in that state. If they do that, they will see another side of Formaggio, a side that makes Risotto interfere before the conflict escalates. The others start to get how protective he is over you. As tense as he is from that heated moment, his expression changes immediately when he sees you, smiling warmly like nothing happened.

Illuso

- He welcomes you warmly with a smirk on his face, secretly excited that you're back. His smile drops gradually, seeing your loss of reaction to seeing him, looking rather out of it and lost. He understands right away what's wrong as he looks at you from head to toe. He walks over to you and grabs your wrist to guide you to the bathroom. He does this without any words, not being sure of what you want to hear.

- In the bathroom, he gets the water running at the sink and you get his idea. However, Illuso stands behind you and grabs your hands in his large ones. He washes the dried blood off your hands with gentle moves. He knows that the intimacy of this gesture will keep your mind off the mission.

- He thinks some praise can always help and that's what he gives you. He leans down and puts his chin on your shoulder as his hands slide over yours and starts whispering praise close to your ear.

"There, there...you did a good job. You held your ground out there, and you came back in one piece. You gotta have some skill for that, you know."

He tells you and watches your expression in the mirror from above the sink to see if it's working. He didn't feel worried for your state even when seeing you come back like that after the mission. Illuso knows that you're strong enough and you'll recover, you also got him and won't need to go through it alone. This and especially because what he felt was deep relief because you came back after all, alive. His worry was alive only for before he heard the door and your footsteps.

[pin-k-ink]

cotton candy // oikawa tooru

tw ⇢ none. absolutely none…i think.

wc ⇢ 3k

a/n: there’s no special reason as to why i named this fic ‘cotton candy’ other than the fact that i’m craving cotton candy right now

Oikawa Tooru had been caught staring off into space one too many times lately - a dreamy, uncharacteristically lovestruck expression plastered across his usual smug mug. If his teammates noticed his distractingly dopey smiles during practice, they knew better than to call him out on it. At least, not when the source of Oikawa's endless endearing habits sat just a few rows over in their shared lecture hall.

You'd think after finally landing an actual date - let alone an official girlfriend - with his latest object of affection, the self-proclaimed playboy would have dialed it back a notch or two. But no, your acceptance of Oikawa's advances had only turbocharged his ardor into maximum overdrive.

"Dude, put your tongue back in your mouth before you choke on it," Hanamaki muttered in a tone thick with second-hand embarrassment. He not-so-subtly gestured towards the front of the hall, where you sat obliviously taking notes.

Oikawa blinked dazedly, pulling his sappy gaze away from the back of your head long enough to flash his friend an exaggerated pout. "Iwa-chan, Makki's being crass and horrible again!" he whined petulantly.

From Oikawa's other side, Matsukawa poorly stifled a wheezing laugh into his palm as Iwaizumi simply pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"Can't you keep it in your pants for just one goddamn lecture?" he grumbled, side-eying his hopelessly enamored vice-captain.

Rather than seem even remotely chagrined, Oikawa's expression melted back into that same moony, fond look from earlier. He propped his chin in his hand, tracking your every micro-movement with shameless ardor.

"Look at her though," he murmured in a disgustingly affectionate coo. "She's just so gosh darn pretty, especially when she gets that little crinkle between her eyes while concentrating."

A beat of silence passed before Hanamaki made an overly dramatic retching noise into his notes.

"Ugh, get a room already, loverboy!" he griped, shoving at Oikawa's shoulder roughly. "All this love propaganda is gonna leave me single forever."

Oikawa simply waved off his friend's snarky remarks, completely unfazed as his dazzling infatuation remained locked onto you. A blissful little sigh escaped his lips when you politely raised your hand to ask a question, your melodic voice washing over him like a trance.

"I swear, if Shittykawa doesn't quit zoning out every two seconds and lets this thing slip through his grabby little hands..." Iwaizumi grumbled under his breath.

Despite Oikawa's teammates' incessant grumbling over his constant lovestruck ditziness, nothing could shake him from your unintentional thrall. If anything, your radiant presence only seemed to amplify his habit of getting flustered into a stammering, blushing mess.

Case in point: the two of you were supposed to be enjoying a casual study date between classes. Oikawa had whipped out his usual million-watt smile as you'd strolled up, immediately leaning in for what he assumed would be an innocent greeting peck.

Only for his lips to graze your cheek just as you happened to turn at the last second, inadvertently capturing your own soft kiss in a searing, knee-weakening lip-lock.

A strangled squeak tore from Oikawa's throat as he jerked back, eyes blown wide in surprise and cheeks flaring crimson. He stared at you in utter dumbfoundment, utterly disarmed by the sweet intimacy of your momentarily intertwined mouths. Meanwhile, you simply offered a shy giggle and shimmied into the seat beside his frozen form.

"Aren't you smooth?" you teased, nudging his rigid side playfully.

Oikawa's mouth worked uselessly for several moments before he finally spluttered, "I-I, uh...y-yes! The smoothest!"

Somehow, the flustered bravado in his proclamation only made his lingering blush that much more endearing. You shook your head fondly, quite accustomed to his particular brand of cringeworthy flusteredness.

"Come on, Casanova, we've got work to do," you chuckled, slinging an arm around his waist in a casual side-hug.

Oikawa squeaked again - an embarrassingly high-pitched sound for a 6-foot athlete - before hastily clearing his throat into a bodly fist. Still, the bashful smile tugging at his lips refused to fade as he guided you through the study materials with one arm slung around your shoulders. His rich umber eyes kept drifting towards you in unbridled adoration, drinking in every scrunch of concentration furrowing your brow.

Needless to say, not all that much productive studying actually ended up happening thanks to Oikawa's hopelessly distractible infatuation. By the time your group let out for the evening, he could have sworn his heart had galloped a million miles during each accidental brush of your knees or gaze catching his.

Which is why, of course, he naturally defaulted to his favorite brand of pageantry in a bid to impress and fluster you all over again. Oikawa bounded onto the court decked out in his full knee pads and game attire, twirling the volleyball between his palms with unnecessary flair.

"Care to stay and watch your Captain's pre-practice routine, gorgeous?" he lilted, punctuating the invitation with an overexaggerated wink.

Your responding laugh and amused eye roll was like music to his love-addled ears. "I guess I could spare a few minutes," you acquiesced at last. "Maybe cheer for you loudly and embarrass you in front of your teammates?"

Oikawa stumbled mid-flourish, nearly spiking the ball directly into his own startled face. "N-Now you're just being mean!" he pouted, deftly recovering into a theatrically wounded expression.

Still, his eyes sparkled with unabashed glee watching as you settled into the front-row bleachers, utterly enraptured despite your teasing threat. Squaring up that million-watt grin of his, Oikawa gave an overly dramatic courtly bow before bouncing back to bask in the warmth of your full, undivided attention showering over him.

Practice that evening was singularly, gloriously mindless. Each impressive spike, soaring set, and diving defensive dig flowed as naturally as breathing - all simply serving as additional plumage for Oikawa's unending mating ritual aimed directly at you.

By the time his teammates convened for their usual cool-down stretches, Oikawa was practically glowing with gratification and endorphins. Matsu and Makki shot him their usual long-suffering looks of disgruntlement while Iwaizumi merely grumbled something about "extra laps for showing off."

Oikawa paid their eye-rolling no mind whatsoever. He was too busy bounding over to where you lingered by the safety railing, practically vibrating with nervous energy. Grabbing an extra towel, he vigorously scrubbed the perspiration from his brow and neckline.

"So, how did I— mmPH!"

His not-so-smooth attempt at soliciting praise was promptly cut off by your impulsive tug on his practice jersey. The slightly scratchy material went taut as you pulled Oikawa flush against you, capturing his lips in a searing kiss that robbed the boastful tease of whatever self-satisfied line he'd been gearing up for.

When you finally released him, Oikawa staggered back on unsteady legs, looking thoroughly kissed into dazed submission. A lopsided, deliriously goofy smile split his flushed face as he gazed at you in absolute awestruck reverence.

"...Perfect," he breathed, fingers skating over his tingling lips in disbelief. "You were...perfect."

In which case, perhaps getting disgustingly, hopelessly whipped was the greatest thing to ever happen to Seijoh's Captain after all.

Oikawa's relentless infatuation showed no signs of waning once you two stepped off campus grounds. If anything, his overwhelming need to dote and fawn over you only amplified in public settings.

Take your first official date night, for instance. Oikawa had insisted on making dinner reservations at the trendiest new fusion restaurant in town - the type of sleekly modern establishment that required sending the hostess a 300-word compelling essay on why you deserved a coveted table.

Despite the unnecessary extravagance, you couldn't help feeling charmed by his transparent eagerness to thoroughly impress you from the moment you stepped through the artisan ceramic entrance. Oikawa was on his A-game from the start, gallantly pulling out your chair with a flourish before showering you with a barrage of flattering compliments.

"Has anyone ever told you how incredible your eyes are in this lighting?" he fawned, chin propped in one hand as he gazed at you with unabashed rapture. "That hue is just...exquisite."

You ducked your head with a bashful giggle, trying to ignore the curious side-eyes from neighboring tables. "You're being ridiculous."

"No, I'm being factual!" Oikawa retorted with a scandalized gasp. He made a show of leaning across the table to brush a lock of hair from your cheek, practically radiating a halo of hopeless doting. "Why, they remind me of a spring meadow sparkling with morning dew. Simply captivating."

By dessert, you were practically melting into a liquefied puddle of second-hand embarrassment over his grand romantic gestures. Because of course Oikawa simply had to sweep you up into a melodramatic ballroom-style dip on the sidewalk outside while bidding you goodnight. Plush lips ghosted a hair's breadth from yours as he cradled you in an effortlessly practised show of strength.

"Until next time, my radiant flower," he breathed in a devastatingly sultry register.

You could only manage a strangled squeak in response, utterly spellbound by Oikawa's smoldering proximity searing away all coherent thought. Right on cue, a chorus of dreamy female sighs echoed from the sidewalk crowd that had gathered - a small live studio audience swooning for his swoon-worthy antics.

As if pre-scripted, Oikawa's decadent mahogany gaze slid sideways to drink in the admiring scene with his trademark self-satisfaction. That confidence only faltered when he realized each enamored female was fixing you, not him, with hopeless looks of envy and yearning.

You watched in slack-jawed awe as those iconic Oikawa brows proceeded to furrow into the most uncharacteristic, childishly bereft pout. Clearly, not being the sole object of infatuation didn't sit well with the former serial flirt. Not anymore.

With a sharp huff, he whipped you both upright before looping a possessive arm around your waist and sweeping you off down the street. Oikawa angled his body like a shield between you and the gaggle of admirers, never once breaking that adorably petulant moue of concentration.

"Pay them no mind," he finally huffed after a full block of your curious side-glances. "They're simply jealous because the most gorgeous person in the universe already belongs to me."

Any reservations over his bold statements were promptly dissolved by the blazing earnestness Oikawa leveled your way. You bit back a goofy grin as he hugged your smaller frame closer against his sturdy warmth, every action simply dripping territorial ardor.

"Of course, my narcissistic darling," you teased, leaning up to brush a chaste kiss against his scowling mouth.

Oikawa's indignant grumbling instantly melted into a dreamy sigh, expression slipping back into shameless infatuation as you two continued merrily on your way. Each flicker of returning humility seemed to last mere seconds before his swaggering self-indulgence and confident preening reasserted itself anew.

It was a never-ending rollercoaster of egoism and moonstruck timidity that you quickly learned to accept as simply...well, your Oikawa being Oikawa. Especially in public forums where he could properly flaunt and cherish you.

One sunny Saturday morning downtown proved to be a veritable whirlwind tour of his bi-polar courting. You had suggested doing some casual windowshopping and small bites touring since the weather was so lovely out. Oikawa readily agreed, perhaps a bit too hastily, given how you ended up spending the first hour looping back and forth across the same three-block radius.

"Oooh, that dress would look stunning on you!" he practically squawked on your fourth lap past the trendy boutique window display. "Hold on, I'll buy it right now."

His sneakered feet worked double-time as Oikawa hustled towards the store entrance, ready to sweep through the intimate garment racks with all the unflappable determination of an Olympic shopper. You stalled him with a giggling tug on his elbow as he reached for the door handle.

"Babe, calm down! I was just admiring the color, I have enough summer dresses as it is."

For a beat, Oikawa simply gaped at you in utter bemusement, as if his earnest attempts at impressing you had once again short-circuited. But it only took a few stuttered blinks before he puffed up that broad chest in a resolutely self-important fashion.

"W-Well, of course! I knew that," he blustered, tossing his chestnut waves with a dismissive huff. "I simply wanted to, uh, gauge your opinion on whether I have worthwhile taste in fashion trends!"

You side-eyed his see-through self-aggrandizing defense with a bemused half-smile. Rather than call him out, you simply linked your arm through his and gave an adoring squeeze.

"Yes, Tooru, you have exquisite taste as always," you soothed with the gentle indulgence usually reserved for humoring small children.

Oikawa preened shamelessly at your praise, completely unfazed by the hint of playful mocking coloring your words. He was far too busy basking in the reflected glory of your undivided admiration.

Honestly, you wouldn't have traded his ridiculously endearing brand of pompous worship for anything. Not when Oikawa's gaze kept flickering back towards you with those soft, melted chocolate eyes of his - utterly smitten adoration etched across every plane and angle as he seared your image into his very soul.

It was enough to make you wonder which one of you had truly been rendered the biggest, most hopelessly lovestruck fan here.

Either way, your exuberant beau seemed determined to double down and stake his indisputable, over-the-top claim as your biggest admirer - both now and for the foreseeable future.

And oddly enough, you found you rather liked him that way - whipped, incorrigibly smitten, and absolutely, irrevocably yours.

Even in the comfort and intimacy of your shared home, Oikawa's relentless infatuation showed no signs of losing its overexcited edge. Case in point: it was a lazy Friday night in, the two of you curled up for a self-indulgent rewatch of some cheesy rom-com you'd both seen a million times already.

Rather than kick back on opposite ends of the sofa like any other regular couple, Oikawa simply would not allow even a millimeter of space to come between your tangled forms. As the opening credits rolled, he immediately slung an arm around your shoulders and tugged you flush against his side with a contented hum.

You tried to bite back a fond smile at his incurably snuggly antics. "Getting cozy there, are we?"

"Shhh," Oikawa hushed without breaking his rapt fixation on the TV. He somehow managed to gather you even closer into his personal bubble, leaving no wandering limb untwined or uncuddled. "I'm simply ensuring optimal viewing conditions for fully appreciating you - I mean, the movie!"

Chuckling under your breath, you relented to his poorly-covered slip of the tongue and wriggled into a more comfortable position nestled against Oikawa's pleasantly warm torso. You'd learned quickly that he was touch-starved in the most ridiculously endearing way when it came to seemingly mundane couple activities. Any opportunity to drown you in unending physical affection was treated like an all-out spa day in the Oikawa household.

Less than ten minutes into the film, you felt the first ticklish puffs of breath skating across the top of your head. Oikawa had abandoned all pretense of following the well-trodden plot in favor of burying his face into your hair and inhaling deeply. An elated sigh whistled from his nose as he nuzzled even closer, calloused fingers tracing idle patterns across your upper arm.

"You smell like strawberries today," he murmured in approval against your roots.

You squirmed with a snort of amusement. "That's because I used the fancy shampoo you got me for my birthday last week."

As if to confirm this fascinating revelation, Oikawa's nose plunged further into your tresses in a bout of unabashed scent-sampling. He let out a dreamy little hum of contentment, seemingly deaf to the tinny dialogue carrying on across the TV screen.

"Mm...that's my favorite. Albeit not as intoxicating as your natural aroma..."

You wrinkled your nose in a halfhearted show of protest. But just like every other time, Oikawa paid no heed to your feigned objections about excessive doting. He was too busy stroking the shampoo-scented strands with painstaking leisure, mapping every silken texture across his cheek like a massage therapist tending to an expensive wig.

Eventually, the gentle ministrations worked their way down to skirting the warm skin of your neck and shoulder blades. Oikawa traced the delicate junctures with tender fascination, leaning down to dust the barest flutter of an openmouthed kiss here and there. An appreciative shiver danced up your spine in response, eliciting a smug hum of male satisfaction.

"You're awfully handsy tonight," you remarked in a tone caught perfectly between flusterment and amusement.

"Can you blame me?" Oikawa crooned without an ounce of shame. His nimble fingers danced a blazing trail across your collarbone and down the sloping curves of your upper chest. "Having this much perfection nestled against me night after night - it's a miracle I don't ravish you more frequently."

You playfully swatted at his wandering hand, unable to stifle a laugh at his signature brand of melodramatic flattery. "Keep it in your pants, Tooru. I'm trying to watch the movie here."

Rather than heed your chiding, Oikawa took the opportunity to expertly unshoulder your shirt even further to better lavish your exposed skin with greedy, smoldering kisses. "Lies and slander," he growled between indulgent nibbles and sweeps of his talented tongue. "You know full well you're my favorite cinematography to indulge in."

"Ugh, you're hopeless!" you groaned through a fresh peal of embarrassed giggles. Squirming in Oikawa's embrace only spurred him on further, his lips working across your jaw and cheeks in utter disregard for how flushed you were turning.

Just when you thought he might finally give in and settle for simply canoodling, his rich amber gaze flickered up to meet yours - burning with a simmering intensity that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Thick lashes hooded those eyes as Oikawa gave a lopsided, almost predatory grin that screamed "challenge accepted."

"Oh no, lover" he growled in a buttery baritone that brooked no arguments. "For you...I'm perfectly hopeless."

With that, Oikawa proceeded to demonstrate just how hopelessly infatuated he was with you via a searing, breathtaking kiss. It left you dizzied and limp as he eagerly drank in your quiet gasps of submission like an elixir. By the time he pulled away again, the movie lay long forgotten - a distant hum compared to Oikawa's singular worshipful focus claiming you with every heated caress and whispered endearment.

Yup, he was absolutely hopeless. And you deliriously, hopelessly wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

[pumpkinbxtch]

apollo, more apollo or lester please???? without conditions or anything specific just apollo thank you, you write him so well

is the tune of my heart, can you hear it? ♪｡･:*˚

— apollo x fem!reader

warnings: none

a/n: hi baby, thank you for you sweet sweet SWEET words. don't worry, heres your girl. enjoy bby.

✧

You felt like a real nymph. You know, those ones sitting by the rivers on a rock with the water trickling over their toes and the sun bathing their skin, but mostly for the company they used to have. You glanced over, and even though he was still focused on his thing – pursing his lips and grumbling – you thought he'd never looked better.

You wondered how you ended up like this and fixed your gaze on the way the water bounced the light. It was funny because Apollo used to boast so much about how handosome he looked that you ended up trying to avoid him, even disliking him (nothing new among other campers), but now he was definitely a new person.

Lester or Apollo, whichever name he preferred, now presented himself with less pretense, and the simplicity of both his appearance and attitude seemed ten times more attractive.

He let his golden curls mingle with the chestnut ones, kept those eyes as blue as the sky, and toned down the exaggerated muscles for a more athletic body. You knew he had truly changed when he left some of the scars he had acquired during his quest, setting aside the perfect texture of his skin.

You hugged your knees and felt the urge to sink into him; his beauty was so ethereal that you resisted reaching out to confirm that he was real, that he was indeed beside you, creating beautiful sounds with the lyre and that you weren't delusional. He was like a dream, he was a dream. God, you could think about that all day.

Do, re, do...

His eyes were fixed on every note he made resonate on the instrument, as if he feared making a mistake, as if he weren't the god of it all.

Totally distracted, his hair began to cascade like a curtain of gold and bronze. You leaned in gently, and before you knew it, you were already running your fingers through his hair behind his ear. He immediately looked up at you, and the tension in his gaze eased, almost you could see a smile. Were you that remedy for him as he had become for you?

— Darling — minutes had passed in silence before he said it just audibly, the sun beautifully lit up his eyes, leaving you breathless. His hair brushed against your fingertips back, resisting being contained, or maybe, that small gesture was enough to make you lose the strength to take something as light as that. You just smiled at him.

You were good friends, but you no longer felt that way, how is it possible to fall in love with a god? If that was one of the views their ex-lovers had, now you understood all the parents of Apollo's cabin children. Ugh, you felt bad for having that thought and hugged yourself again as you watched him return to the lyre.

— This melody...— he said, breaking the silence, —it always comes out better when I'm in love.

You rested your head on your knees as you tightened your grip on them.

— But it sound beautiful.

And he nodded with a radiant smile. Wait, was he in love?

— Oh,— your disappointment choked you, and you raised your eyebrows pretending interest. — Who is it?

Apollo closed his eyes, letting out a laugh, shaking his head mockingly as if it were obvious and you had to know the answer. That annoyed you, how the hell were you supposed to know who he was in love with if he could be there and in Alaska at the same time?

— You're hopeless, aren't you?— He left the lyre by his side, and it was his turn to crawl towards you. You lowered your gaze, watching as the lake snaked, you could almost see your chances being dragged away by it. He touched your shoulder to get your attention, and you wanted to resist, you didn't want to see him, it was embarrassing.

— What? — you snapped.

— You get in a bad mood so quickly — he teased, affectionately taking your hand, making your heart race even though you knew it wasn't uncommon for him, that's just how he was, so you just sighed. He smiled, trying to find your eyes as you avoided them, then he leaned back and directed your hand to his cheek for you to cradle him, Apollo didn't stop pleading until you looked at him. — It's been better since I met you.

You returned your gaze to him, confused. How could he say that so calmly and with those sparkling eyes? Damn the way he looked at you, you wanted everything from him.

Apollo kissed your knuckles and traced your arm with small kisses, when he started laughing, he stopped to look into your eyes once more.

You weren't a nymph, to him, you were a goddess.

— And do you love me? — he asked, innocently.

You knew the answer.

[katelynnwrites]

The Kinda Love That You Only Find Once In A Lifetime (The Kind You Don’t Put Down) | Sydney Lohmann

warnings: too much fluff

word count: 1122

summary: sydney isn’t your girlfriend, she is so much more than that

a/n: here you go @wosofanstuff, part two to All I Know Is This Could Either Break My Heart (Or Bring It Back To Life)

You laugh, eyes sparkling as you glance at Sydney.

‘Stop that.’ Laura grumbles.

‘Stop what?’ You ask in confusion.

‘That. The thing you both always do.’

‘What thing?’ Syd chimes in, just as confused.

‘Ugh I hate you both.’ The blonde complains, huffing and crossing her arms in frustration.

Giggling, you reach over to take another piece of leftover crust off your fellow Bayern Munich player’s plate.

‘See! That! That’s what I’m talking about!’ Laura exclaims.

‘What?’ You laugh again, in between bites of Sydney’s pizza crust.

The training staff had decided to give the team a little treat, in reward for the game won but Laura seems to be unhappy, or at the very least annoyed by yours and Syd’s eating habits.

‘You’re eating her pizza crust.’ Laura states.

‘And? I like crust and Syd doesn’t. This way her pizza crust doesn’t go to waste.’

It’s a simple explanation that makes complete sense to both you and Sydney.

‘God you’re both insufferable. You’re more married than Svenja and her wife and they’ve actually been married for years.’ Laura finishes as she gets up and walks away.

Both you and Sydney break into a fit of laughter.

International camp is always a lovely time and you thoroughly enjoy spending time with your national teammates even though they frequently tease you and Syd.

But you don’t care about that anymore. In fact you stopped caring a long time ago.

You reach out to hold Sydney’s hand and she eagerly intertwines her fingers with yours.

This moment does not go unnoticed by Kathy who is sitting opposite you and your favourite person.

She had stayed quiet during the Eintracht Frankfurt player’s exchange but now she speaks up, ‘Laura’s right. You both act more married than any other married couple I know.’

Sydney blushes and mumbles, ‘No we don’t.’

The VfL Wolfsburg player scoffs.

‘Yes you do. You drive each other’s cars, live and cook together. You share clothes and take turns spending the holidays with each other’s families.’

Now you’re blushing and Kathy eyes you suspiciously.

‘What is going on with the both of you? We never talked about that camp in Miami, a couple years ago but you two were remarkably different after.’

Both you and Sydney shrug at the same time, causing Kathy to roll her eyes.

‘I’m with Laura on this one. Put us out of our misery and just get married already.’

The Bayern Munich player chuckles and fires back, ‘I don’t have a ring yet!’

Your older national teammate scoffs in mock disgust, following Laura by leaving the table.

She joins another across the dining room and you grin at Syd, ‘We’re making all our friends tired of us.’

‘I’m okay with that if it means that I get to be with you.’ Sydney answers easily.

‘Me too.’ You breathe and she kisses the back of your hand affectionately.

You finish up the remaining piece of Sydney’s pizza crust in companionable silence.

Then you dust off the crumbs and lean your head against her shoulder.

Sydney wraps her arm around you immediately. The familiar gesture is both calming and reassuring.

You break the quiet first and ask, ‘So what kind of wedding do you want sonnenschein?’

Syd’s eyes are wide with wonder but she manages to sound only mildly surprised when she replies, ‘But like I told Kathy, I don’t have a ring yet.’

‘Liar.’ You murmur teasingly.

Sydney raises her eyebrows in question and you laugh.

‘The ring is hidden in your spare kit bag. I would be offended that you intend on giving me a ring that you keep together with your smelly boots but really, I don’t care where you keep it. I’ll wear it proudly anyway because I love you.’

Your favourite person’s jaw drops open in shock but you simply smile at her and continue, ‘I don’t think I want a church wedding, it’ll be too formal. Should we have a garden wedding? Or maybe a beach one?’

It takes her a moment but she soon returns your bright smile.

‘I don’t care. As long as you’re the one standing next to me and saying I do, I’ll marry you anywhere.’

‘Really though. You don’t have any preferences?’

‘A beach wedding does sound nice.’ Sydney admits and you hum thoughtfully.

‘We can start looking at venues once we’re back home?’

‘I’d love that.’

Syd’s hand finds its way onto your thigh and she begins drawing small patterns onto it. She can’t stop grinning and neither can you.

Out of nowhere, Laura drops back down into the empty seat beside you.

‘What are you both smiling about? It better not be some lovesick are they dating or are they not thing again.’

Your soon to be wife’s hazel eyes meet yours and you know she is asking a silent question.

Her eyes say, ‘Do you want to tell them? It’s your call.’

You answer both her and Laura at the same time, ‘Sorry to disappoint Laura but we were discussing our wedding. I guess that counts as lovesick.’

‘Your wedding.’ Laura echoes absentmindedly before it truly hits her.

‘Your wedding?!’

‘Yep.’ Sydney chimes in, popping the ‘p’.

‘Like you and Syd?’

‘The only woman I would ever want to marry yes.’ You state.

You keep your tone light and casual, Sydney squeezing your thigh gently in response being the only action betraying just how emotional the moment is.

She’s smirking at the blonde and it takes great effort on your part to not laugh.

Laura lets out a loud scream, causing the entire dining room to come to a standstill.

‘What the hell? I hate you both!’ She yells.

Alex quickly comes over, concern and worry written all over her face when she asks, ‘What’s wrong?’

Laura refuses to respond and both you and Sydney share a laugh.

‘Nothing’s wrong. She asked what we were smiling about and my fiancée said our wedding.’

‘Your wedding?’ Poppi blinks.

‘Mhm.’ Syd nods.

‘As in you?’ The older woman points.

‘Yes me.’

‘And her?’ Alex points again, this time at you.

‘Yes her.’ Sydney grins.

For good measure, the hazel eyed woman pulls you close and presses a brief kiss onto your lips.

That seems to allow the news to sink in for the rest of your national team because they all start cheering.

They rush over to where you and Sydney are sitting, offering suprised hugs and congratulatory words. The room is full of laughter and an infectious kind of happiness.

Amidst all that, you hear Svenja raising her voice, ‘I thought you said she isn’t your girlfriend!’

You smile to yourself.

Sydney is not your girlfriend. She has always been so much more than that.

German Translation:

sonnenschein - sunshine

[seivsite]

A NIGHT WITH YOUR BF.

includes: dan heng x fem!reader. fluff to suggestive, it went from 0 to 100 rq, spoilers bc it’s dan heng’s lore — wc: 589

Dan Heng possesses a dragon form, yet he has never revealed his true appearance to anyone. It’s quite embarrassing, to be honest. Since he has only recently regained his memories and powers, he has not yet attained his full potential in his dragon form.

Currently, he can maintain his half-human, half-dragon form, but he can only transform into a small and adorable dragon that could easily be mistaken for a household pet.

It’s unfortunate that his beloved girlfriend has been persistently urging him to reveal his dragon form, but he feels extremely embarrassed and shy about the idea. His face turns red as she continues to pester him, tightly gripping his arm.

“C’mon Dan Heng~” she pleads, using her best puppy-dog eyes. “I promise I won’t laugh, if that’s what you’re worried about!”

“Why do you want to see it so badly?” he murmured shyly. “It’s not as if your life depends on me revealing it to you.”

“Pretty please,” she begged, now cupping his face in her hands. His face grew even redder than before as he averted his gaze. Reluctantly, he agreed.

“Fine, but only for a minute.” he sighed.

Dan Heng transformed into his dragon form, and his partner’s reaction overwhelmed him. She embraced him tightly, showering him with kisses and affectionate gestures.

“You’re so cute! You look like an amazing cuddle buddy,” she exclaimed, as she buried his face in her neck. In this form, his senses were heightened, and he could smell her sweet scent, which enticed him to move even closer.

After a minute had passed, Dan Heng unexpectedly reverted back to his half human-dragon form, inadvertently trapping his beloved girlfriend in his arms. He pushed her onto the bed, holding her wrists beside her head, and planted an abrupt kiss on her lips.

“Hmph—?!”

Dan Heng continued to kiss her passionately, his hands moving to her neck and waist, while she wrapped hers around his neck.

He then trailed his kisses from her lips to her ear, continuing down to her neck and collarbone. Finally, he marked her with a gentle bite, leaving his mark on her skin.

“Dan Heng..” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Mhm, you smell so sweet.” He gently pecked her sweet spot before proceeding to suck on it, eliciting soft sounds of pleasure from her.

He suddenly ceased his actions, a teasing smirk appearing on his face. “Payback for earlier,” he said playfully, enjoying the moment of lightheartedness.

She blushed, lightly smacking his shoulder while covering her face with her hands.

“That’s mean,” she grumbled, but her protest was interrupted as Dan Heng gently moved her hands away from her face and leaned in to kiss her lips once more.

She couldn’t stay mad at him for too long, so she cherished the kiss, holding him close. Slowly, her hands moved down his chest, eventually reaching his abs, as she explored his physique Dan Heng pulled away.

“Can I... nevermind,” he started to say, but she interrupted him with a breathy plea. “Please... I want you right now,” she exhaled.

“Okay, you asked for it.” he responded, before proceeding to passionately make love to her for the remainder of the night.

“Dan Heng... my legs are numb,” she complained, playfully smacking his bare chest.

“Well, my love, you did ask for it,” he replied, gazing down at her bare figure adorned with marks.

“I— well, ugh,” she stammered, turning her back to him.

Dan Heng chuckled and then wrapped his arms around her waist, muttering an apology.

NOTES. repost from my old blog, hi this is my new improved hsr debut! no smut cz i can’t write that kinda stuff lol my sincere apologies.

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! ‹3

[cowboyemeritus]

Hi!!! I am a fellow Mary gore enthusiast and i had this idea.

You were a sibling of sin at the ministry, a relatively new one, but you had a secret. You were raised catholic and only recently converted, so you were a virgin. Mary can practically smell the innocence and can’t keep his hands off you.

Ugh what I’d do for this baby 😭

ugh I know!!!! I’m so down bad for Mary it’s embarrassing

thanks for reaching out! here’s a little something something under the cut for your time. :)

everyone please feel free to send in requests/suggestions! I want to get back into writing and could definitely use the motivation lol

quick cw: no smut, but definitely mature content. also maybe stalking? idk Mary is a little creepy here but reader definitely likes it.

The evening dew soaks into your habit, and you squirm uncomfortably as it chills your skin. Mary’s lithe figure presses into you from above, pinning you to the grass with a surprising strength. Backlit by the full moon, you can just barely make out the contours of his face, high cheekbones and a blunt, straight nose. Now that it’s drying on your skin, you can smell that the blood they wear is fake. After everything you’ve experienced in the last month, that actually comes as a surprise.

Mary kisses you again, humming contentedly against your mouth. There was little resistance when, on your way back from the initiates’ bonfire, they ambushed you in the garden. Despite the warnings, all the rumors passed around about who — or what — they are, you were under their spell from the moment you first felt their eyes on you.

“Oh, Mary?” The Sister asks. She blows on her cup of tea, the steam dissipating into the air in faint swirls. “No one quite knows what their deal is.”

“I’ve seen them a few times now,” you note. “He’s always there when I cut through the cemetery. Groundskeeper, maybe?” She shrugs.

“I’m there all the time and I’ve never seen him.”

If they’ve been watching you, as you suspect, it certainly took them long enough to make a move.

“Look at you,” Mary growls, a grin splitting their pale face. You hang on to each word, not quite used to the sound of his voice yet. After all this time, the only thing exchanged between you being glances across rows of graves, hearing them speak is new and exciting. “Beautiful.”

I should be afraid, you think. Instead, your cheeks flush.

“M-“ You have to swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. “Me?” You’re shaking. A part of you worries this is all a mistake. Maybe you misinterpreted his attentions? You’re just a lowly initiate, after all. You’re still wet behind the ears. Inexperienced.

Naive.

Mary laughs, and it’s like music. He brushes his cheek against yours affectionately, stubble just barely tickling your flesh. Your eyes flutter shut, and lost in the gesture, your guard drops.

Before your eyes open again, he’s latched himself onto your neck, nipping and sucking at the tender skin there. A tremor wracks through you at the unfamiliar sensation, wrenching your mouth open and pulling out moan so loud the ghouls can probably hear it down in the dens. You should be embarrassed — the other initiates in your cohort will likely tease you relentlessly if you’re caught, but you couldn’t care less. None of them, it seems, are of interest to Mary. This mysterious, beautiful stranger has eyes only for you.

Pressing his nose into the junction of your neck and shoulder, Mary takes a deep breath, full of your scent. They sigh, flicking their tongue across the spot on your neck you know is already deep purple.

“I can practically smell it on you,” he says, taking another whiff. You consider asking what they mean, when you remember you’re still using the bar of soap you brought from home. Sweet-pea and violet; such a mild scent underneath the wine on your breath and the bonfire smoke that’s seeped into your clothes, but the contrast is so heavy even you notice it now. The irony isn’t lost on you. It reminds you of your old life; pleated skirts and tacky polos, of dragging yourself out of bed when, in your heart, you know Sundays are for sleeping.

The gears in your head click into place. Your eyes widen.

They’ve figured it out.

Mary retreats from the crook of your neck, but suddenly you can’t meet his gaze.

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Mary asks. The flush from your cheeks creeps downwards as embarrassment grips your whole being. You squirm beneath them, trying to find the right words.

“It can’t be that obvious…” Mary cocks his head to the side, feigning confusion.

“What do you mean, baby?” He wants you to say it. Fucking hell. Trying to prolong the inevitable, you surge upwards, crashing your mouth into his. Mary groans into the kiss, and you feel a bit more of his weight press down on you. “Hmm?”

You huff and roll your eyes, finally defeated. If they don’t keep touching you, you’re going to get desperate. “It can’t be that obvious I’m a virgin!”

Mary grins, and for a faint moment, you swear you see something in his eyes flicker unnaturally.

You gulp.

[lychniis]

― PINK AND RED CAMELLIA.

zhongli | rex lapis x reader

“you are a flame in my heart.” + “you’re adorable.” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : FINALLY some fluff?????? WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?????? might be a bit suggestive depending on how you read it, and just ugh, just a lot of domesticity overall. i'm not as pleased with the quality of this writing jhgvvhj might rewrite this later.

#main masterlist | flos anthalogy masterlist

ZHONGLI’S GAZE WAS AN INTENSE one. It was hard to deny it, the weight it held, the seeming agelessness and the years of his life beheld in a body seemingly too young. Zhongli’s stare was penetrating and it was stern ( unyielding and solid, like the reflection of geo itself ) and even so, it still holds a soft gentleness when it beholds you.

How paradoxical, you think with amusement. You knew Zhongli’s gaze well. You were subjected to it, sometimes for hours and sometimes for those few fleeting moments of quiet intimacy, shared in the silence of his office, or at home or within the bustle of Liyue’s streets ( like the two of you were a pair, a married couple already, so happily in love ). 

He stares at you now over his teacup while your fingers trace the spine of one of his books. The action is delicate, graceful and when you hear the clink of ceramic, you look up to meet it with your lips twitching at the corners. He does not shy away, nor does he avert his eyes, his head tilted languidly almost shamelessly taking you and all of your entirety in. You find yourself growing shy.

He smiles.

“Would you like more tea?” you ask, trying to ease yourself and the blood rushing to your cheeks. It was hard not to feel for Zhongli’s tenderness ( it was hard not to feel anything, really ) and he exhales, his finger curling, beckoning you closer.

You walk up to him. He sets you on his lap and moves the collar of your shirt aside to kiss the nape of your neck. It is an innocent gesture, followed by him resting his chin on your shoulder, with contentment dancing at his fingertips and lining his face.

His lashes brush against your cheek and his touch is warm, ever so warm, like the nicer days in summer, where it was cool enough for the heat to tingle against your skin pleasantly.

“That can be arranged later.” he rumbles and you feel the humor in his chest. You wonder what he finds so amusing. “Hm, you seem shy, love. Am I acting inappropriately now?”

How cruel, you internally grumble, sensing the teasing lilt and the rare moments where Zhongli lets some parts of his affectionate playfulness show. “Of course not!” you counter quickly — a bit too quick. He chuckles. “Ah! What’s so funny now? Don’t leave me out of the joke.”

Your weight shifts and you face him now, his lips pressing against your cheek. “It’s hardly a joke. I find you adorable is all.”

“Just adorable?” you grin. Zhongli blinks, then kisses your lips.

“Adorable…and ravishing and kind…and darling…” he pauses, his pecks grazing down your chin and over your jaw, his voice dripping out sweet tempered compliments between every careful graze. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into him, his chest, a sigh slipping out. He finally kisses your temple “...and mine…” he finishes.

“Thank you.” you whisper, a few stray giggles escaping. You feel light, like you were sinking into a sea of clouds and Zhongli cradles you as you did, careful not to let you fall any farther than you must.

You knew this feeling, this sense of comfort and love and affection. And when your hand slips over his heart and you hear the thundering beat against his ribcage, you know he feels no different.

Zhongli strokes your cheek. “No, thank you.” he intones sweetly. “Thank you for being mine.” 

His eyes crinkle at the corner and you watch hard gold melt into warm honey.

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[shiemori-writes]

Hello! Could I request Che'nya x reader with pocky kiss prompt?

"Nyehehe! cmon (name) It'll be fun~" ♡︎

In which you and Chenya decide to play the infamous pocky game!

PAIRING: Chen'nya x reader

INCLUDES: established relationship (youre already dating), sfw, fluff, a bit of crack bc its chenya cmon

notes: HEHEHEHEHE AN EXCUSE TO FINALLY WRITE FOR CHENYA LESGOO HOPE U ENJOY! This was vv fun to write!

"Ohh (nameeee)~" The feline in front of you drawled out mischeviously, tail flicking from side to side as he stared at you with that cheeky grin. Amused by his antics, you merely rolled your eyes and held your bag closer to you, knowing full well he could smell the new treat you brought. "It's pocky isn't it?" He snickered, playfully cooing at you

"Awee~ aren't you the sweetest mouse~ y'know prefect there's a game associated with this"

He teased, knowing full well of your intentions. You huffed at him, smacking him in the head (affectionately) as he feigned to be hurt. "Meowch~ that hurt :(" he pouted, clinging onto you, sighing you merely shook your head at him, offering him a quick kiss on the forehead and muttering an apology, giggling at your affectionate gesture he thanked you as he blew a kiss in your direction dramatically, earning another playful eye-roll from you.

"Hehehe~ thanks hun I'm feline a lot better now" he snickered, enjoying the way your face scrunched up at his cat pun "Ugh please for the love of god chenya not the cat puns" you groaned, earning laughter from him in return. "Alright alright~ let's start the pocky game then!" He smiled, leading you to his dormroom, away from prying eyes.

The walk there was relatively short, with little friendly banters here and there to fill the athmosphere until you finally reached his bedroom, sitting on his bed you take out a piece of pocky and plop it on your mouth, humming at chenya to do the same. He grinned, nibbling the stick at the other end in satisfaction, getting closer and closer until your lips met his, a sweet combination of the taste of your lips and the stick biscuit, he hummed, pulling you even closer as he tilted his head, sighing in satisfaction as you both parted breathless. Licking his lips in a teasing manner, he kissed you again, the sweetness enveloping his senses all over. Giggling at his needy behaviour you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

Eventually, you parted your lips as you smiled at him with fondness.

"Wanna try another round?"

"Hehehe~ you bet!"

[nimue-hidden-lake]

I know I should be writing but there's an imagery in my head in regards to Akechi (and by that I mean Lukanjakechi)

Lukanja can break Akechi's facade and may have been able to do so a few times. Not by teasing but by being softly affectionate. Simple gestures, like caressing one of his cheeks with one of their hands or wrapping their arms around him softly. They say nothing, only looking up at him with a soft yet caring, sweet smile.

His brain needs time to process this yet once Akechi has processed it he notices that he has given in out of nowhere by leaning into their touch and not pulling away (perhaps even signaling that he wants more). On one hand he is shaking on the inside, terrified what they think of him in such a vulnerable state. But on the other he just can't get himself to pull away or tell them to stop.

Perhaps he even questions when the last time was that he felt someone embrace him in such a manner. He doesn't understand it either yet an answer would only make it more confusing for him. It will take him a while to truly accept this. He's not used to someone being this affectionate with him.

But that doesn't mean he hates it, no. He really likes it. He just feels a little overwhelmed and confused by it at the same time.

As for Lukanja... It is unlikely for them to pull away. What may seem like a sign of them seeking his attention is in truth an act of genuine care and affection. They want to be someone he can feel safe around and just be himself. At least that is their aim. They love Akechi himself after all, not this persona he puts up.

I'm sorry but this thought drives me mad. Maybe I write it at a later date... Maybe... Most likely... Akechi getting soft like this does things to me... Also the thought makes me sick. Ugh, it's too much...

[arziaisfrench]

▪︎ IPKKND Ep 180 : Admiting and almost confessing

Someone is waiting for his girl hehe ! I love their soft moments so much!! Uuuugh and this episode is full of them !! 🥰

He wants to know if she has put his bangles haha he's so cuuute !! 🙈 She knows he's staring at her for this reason, she won't let him see and get satisfied, she needs to confirm he's the one who gave them to her first !

Look at this smart handsome dude finding a way to oblige his (almost) girlfriend to show she's indeed wearing his gift !!

Uuuuuugh so adorable, he's so happy she chose to wear them immediately after he gave them to her !!! Khushi adores his smile just like he adores hers !! MY BABIES ARE SOOO CUUUTE !!

The way she said "choodiyaan" was so adorbs!

" -Please tell me … did you buy it? -What did I buy? -… bangles -… I … I don't know what you're talking about" It might seems like Arnav is trying to tease her but I really think he's very awkward and shy to admit it.

"Did you buy them them for me?"

He gets irritated by her not willing to give up on making him admit he bought those damn bangles haha ! But he also find it amusing. "Ugh my weirdo won't let me be" hahahaha !!

"- Where did you buy it?" asks Nk to Khushi - Arnav-ji … doesn't know that !" The way she teases Arnav and the way he loves when she does is making my heart flutter so bad !!

UUUUUUUGH this episode is the cutest one !! I keep screaming EVERYTIME !!!!!!

Khushi pretends she hates his bangles as a way to get her revenge since he doesn't want to admit he bought them. Arnav couldn't wait two freaking seconds before following her in pool side hehe, he's so childish !! (thanks Anjali for that delighful countdown and thanks for creating the occasion for them to meet again !!)

" -If you don't like these bangles at all then why didn't you throw them away? -So much love for someone else's bangles?!" [I love that line haha ! Khushi is so funny lmao!]

Arnav lets her use the excuse of the bet's reward to admit that indeed he was the one who gave it to her !!! "Yes, I did buy these bangles for you!"

Khushi isn't suprised by him buying her bangles (she already fainted for that reason lol), she is shocked to see him admitting this gesture of affection. And he's very pleased by her reaction. 😏

" -If you hate these bangles so much then remove them. -And if I like them ?! -Then why did you say first that … -Because I wanted you to confess that you bought them for me !

Since Arnav confessed, Khushi doesn't care to hide her reason for wearing the bangles he bought for her, she's so cute, she just wants to give back what he just did. Uuugh, since he told her about his feelings (through that gift), she will , of course run to tell him as she feels too (though insinuation tho loool) !!

-I have confessed ! -It's good that you did it ! -Fine then, keep wearing it ! -Maybe you're not seeing it properly, but I'm already wearing them!"

Khushi is telling him, through insinuations, how gladly she'll accept his love if he confesses it, after saying that, she is stuned by what she herself said lol. And I think, Arnav did understand the insinuation !

She wasn't talking only about the bangles, but about their love.

Even when they say affectionate words to each other, they have to mask them by pretending to argue to deal with the embarrassment and the tension !! Haha sooo cuuuuute !! Why are they soo shy ?!! 🙈

"Why? Why did you buy these bangles for me" Khushi asked a second time and her tone is so sweet. "Arnav-ji, please tell me now, I can't take it any longer, let me love you." Arnav was definitely about to imply something but he stopped. But it's not a matter of not willing anymore.

It hasn't been about that for a little while now. It's about feeling ready. He's not yet fully ready.

[msfbgraves]

Let me get this off my chest: when I did read that Terry had slipped up and cheated on Daniel, I was pretty disappointed that the story had gone in that direction. Terry’s a bad man—hell, he commits murder over and over again for crying out loud!—but I truly loved that he was good to Daniel, and for Daniel (for the most part), and adored that boy like there was no tomorrow. Like he would die if anything happened to him by another hand or his own. That fierce love and devotion he had for this little omega who was bartered away to him was intensely romantic. Two very different sides of the same story—Mob!Terry and family man!Terry, and I loved the disparity between them. Two very different sides of the same man. 

But the cheating threw me, and I did seriously dislike it, but it didn’t make me want to stop reading, or dislike the overall story—just really dislike that one part of it. Anyway I thought, this is your story and you can do whatever you want! We can choose to stay and read or leave. 

But then the reveal of what happened “that night”, the full extent of Terry’s revolting behavior was shown and. UGH. See, when you first wrote that part, from what I recall, the way it was worded just sounded like rough, but not unwanted sex—that Daniel was furious and hurt that Terry had taken his anger at Michael out on him and used him like that. It didn’t read as rape to me.

But recent things you’ve posted have shown that indeed it was. The part where Daniel was so scared and sad that he sought protection even from his little Alpha babies was heartbreaking and this, more than anything, proved how violent and painful and disgusting what Terry did to him was. The same person who said he’d treat him like a Queen, but also bought him jewelry when he fucked him like a whore. Maybe I should have seen it coming, in a way. 

Just…anything good Terry does from now on is always going to be stained by the rape, as well as the cheating—but especially the former. Nothing he does now—buying Daniel flowers, playfully teasing him, being wonderfully affectionate with him, tenderly making love to him—is going to change the fact that Terry came home one night and fucked him so brutally that their own babies covered Daniel with their own bodies without even knowing the full extent of what happened between their parents. They just sensed that Daniel was broken in some way and acted upon that instinct. 

It just makes all the good times ring hollow, all the sweet gesture and declarations of love from Terry seem like ash. It makes me wonder just how Daniel can stand to have this man touch him again after this, and how he can stay in a marriage where these things happen by the hand of his own spouse. One time is one time too many, that’s what. It reminds me of those Shoujo mangas that use rape as a vehicle for drama and conflict, but the girl always forgives and stays with the guy who never really changes. 

Do I still love your fic? Sure. I’m still grateful for your writing and these fills even if I don’t like the ones like this. 

But…Terry’s character is totally done for me in this fic. He’s absolutely irredeemable at this point. This is a line you don’t ever cross and he crossed it with a vengeance. It’s infuriating that he’ll never face any real consequences because we all know Daniel won’t leave him ever because of the pups, to avoid bloodshed between the factions, and because he still deeply loves this monster. Terry Silver truly gets his cake and eats it too and it’s awful. Daniel is pretty much a love martyr at this point. Problem is he’s always been too good for Terry. It’s just that now we’re really seeing it. Always surrounded by truly shitty men—his father who bartered him away while being creepily close to him, his sociopathic brother Michael who thought the trade off was for the best, and now his own spouse who thinks he can do whatever because sweet, pretty, darling Danny-boy will still love him. Yikes. 

Anyway, just one question, don’t feel pressured to answer it, but—

What made you write what happened between them as rape? 

Nonnie, this is in response to your ask, so I'm writing it down here, but not all of it is in response to you being the only one asking this or instigating what may come across as a somewhat strong reaction. I am not addressing you alone or specifically. These two days I have been sent so many asks and reactions, some of which I frankly think are upsetting. So I am taking the opportunity to get something off my chest myself, because, well, evidently that seems appropriate to people. You have laid the reactions of many asks out very eloquently, so I am answering here. You are definitely not being singled out, though!

When I started the first minifill of Knights and Pawns, between me, my word processor and God, I had watched that other Terry, the "good" version of Terry Silver as laid out by the big man himself, Thomas Ian Griffith. And even that guy, though handsome, athletic, loyal and insanely protective of his girlfriend, who could have passed for a female, omega version of Ralph Macchio, had problems the film did not want to address. Again, we're supposed to like this dude who does not take no for an answer. His girlfriend breaks up with him, and when he feels this has gone on long enough, he simply breaks into her home and stays. But he's vulnerable! He brings a kitten! And she... goes along with it. A male audience may take this as "See? Sometimes you have to take control and your sweetheart will stop being silly." And why not? He's hot. Strong. Tender. Very affectionate. And he broke into her home and could kill her with his pinkie and track her down as she runs, plus, in the whole film his main problem is that he 'snaps' and seriously hurts people. But he plays the piano! And he cuddles!

What a dreamboat, huh. And well, canon Terry Silver we have all seen in action. And canon Terry Silver too can absolutely tone it down. Cheyenne may really not have a clue. I am sure he really is a great hugger.

And I have always been fascinated by arranged marriages, political marriages. So often, another war between France and England was ended by: "after the young King of England slew the Dauphin, to broker peace, a marriage was arranged between the King and the Dauphin's sister." Just imagine that on a human level, please. Just try to get your head around it! This guy killed your brother and now you need to have sex with him.

Nonnies, please - that is the setup of the fic.

A guy like Terry Silver - whose good guy version also gets scary if he wants to - and you have to marry him. (Or you stop dating and he simply won't leave, which is scarily similar.)

Now Terry is an emotionally smart guy, plus he really needs tenderness. He's not going to batter his spouse, that's no way to build a home. And he wants one, and many children too.

And readers kept asking for sweet situations and I am a writer who has to run things by my character. And Terry was like "sure, I would do that." And then people were asking well, how spicy is the sex? Very spicy, thank you. But I had already established he doesn't take no for an answer.

As for Michael, he just happened. Do we really think mob families have no scary people in them? Uh, I don't. And I'm not a puppeteer. Michael happened without my planning him, because he is the son of a father who rose to power because he was so good at stabbing people to death it became his family name. That has to go somewhere.

And now, somewhere in the background, Michael and Terry would interact. And clash, because Terry would want to take over the whole operation and Michael wouldn't let him, and I think they're intellectually very well matched, and power wise too. Michael is a beta and Terry is an outsider and son-in-law so welcome to immovable object vs unstoppable force.

And please also don't pretend that women in history were not supposed to bear the brunt of a man's anger during sex. Men keep putting it in their own story: "He was angry, and things got a bit rough. She was upset, not gonna lie, and he felt he went too far too. Gotta watch out with that, it doesn't feel good." But that is often followed by: "She then straight up and left! Wtf? Baby, it wasn't like that!"

Terry and Daniel would both - especially in that culture- rationalise it as "spicy sex that got out of hand."

Why did I write that? Because that's how it felt to me. That scene with the puppies? Always there, I simply didn't put it in, at first. Because people were not gonna like it. Well, story doesn't care. Story is boss, not me. And if that feels trite, it's how it works. Once, I wanted Draco Malfoy to rise above a situation. Well, he didn't. He couldn't. Then, I wanted Sansa Stark to lose to Tywin Lannister. But she was like, "seven hells, you can fuck right off with that." I was curious whether or not the wedding night sex between Terry and Daniel would be scary and nasty. But there, Terry was like "No."

But it already happened weeks ago. And people were willing to go "Yikes, but let's not get into it." And that is exactly what Daniel and Terry would have done. And the cheating Terry simply wouldn't have mentioned. He was angry at Daniel for not accepting his apology. He used to fuck kitties all the time (which I mentioned more than once). He knew he was wrong the night before, frustrated, he fucked that out yesterday, and since this kitty offered (he did not seek her out), why not do that again? He doesn't want to be around his pups like this, anyway. Maybe it helps?

It didn't. In fact it finally made the penny drop.

In many gangster films, the penny never drops. And when a whole film is about the penny having dropped, as in Godfather III, people hate that too. You cannot win.

But anyway. Terry finally realised he literally fucked up spectacularly.

And then: nothing came of it, he never does it again, it could only hurt Daniel so why should he tell?

But ah! That detail people were not willing to overlook! The real damage had already been done but apparently this is easier to glance over. Remember, nonnies. This happened before Anthony was born and people did not react as strongly.

Which is everyone's right.

But now. They first kept asking for details. Which I supplied. Then. The anger. The disappointment. At me, personally. Why could I not keep giving people the good stuff? Why did I put that in?

Because I'm trying to be true to what I feel. Because I feel that it is a canon part of Terry, whether Silver, McCain or this amalgation. Because I never promised anyone anything. Because this isn't a genre novel. Because people ask? It was supposed to be a one shot! I did not submit an outline and collect an advance. But the anger! The absolute moral righteousness with which people come into my house and say, "you upset my moral values, you had no right to ruin my enjoyment, and I want you to know" - no, people did not perceive or chose to ignore a darker undertone, and now feel betrayed when I, in response to yet another audience question, am not playing along... and they feel it is perfectly OK making their feelings known.

Well.

Neil Gaiman is on here. Suppose I was upset with a storyline turn in Sandman (which I am not. I have no opinion on it as I haven't seen it), and I went into his askbox to make my opinions, my heartbreak, my disappointment known. Would that be OK? We all know it's not. We know it's rude.

I am glad of the passion the story provokes. But please, people, can you remember this is the equivalent of saying: you gave me more than twenty gifts, and kept giving while I and others kept asking for more. But this gift I do not like. In fact, it ruined all the enjoyment of the other gifts. And rather than be grateful for the other gifts and deal with my disappointment in my own time, I want you to know. Because you hurt me, and you should feel bad about it."

Who. Do these people think. They are. What gives them the right? Why do they need to get it off their chest.... at me?

Look I hate Bridgerton. I hated the conclusion of Game of Thrones. But I do not think the writers are morally obliged to write things that align with my values or are consistent with a previous tone and I am not going to write to them personally to make my feelings of dislike known. Because that, in my view, shows a profound lack of respect. Btw, it is exactly what Terry did: he was so full of feelings he needed to get out, he did not care what getting his feelings out meant to the person he was engaging with. And everybody hates him for it.

Then don't do it yourself. The severity of actions of course one can't compare. But the underlying mechanism is the same.

Rather ironic.

[sweetlikecherries-if]

introducing one half of the dynamic duo that sweet like cherries features: archimedes st. vincent!

archimedes st. vincent ("ugh, call me ace, please") is the boy who cared enough to approach you in the middle of a torrential downpour when he didn't even know your name, but he knew you were destined to be great friends. without even knowing a single thing about you. or if you'd like him.

he was seven. cut him some slack.

that is, however, very much a good starting point for him as a person: loyal to a fault, and stubborn as a mule. once he decides the outcome for something, he will do everything in his power to make it so, come hell or high water. that included his relationship with you.

a class clown, ace seems to thrive when he's the center of attention, but never so much as when your eyes are on him. he's touchy and affectionate but will always remember and respect your boundaries once you set them down. he's also a romantic at heart as well as a huge mama's boy.

he loves grand gestures of affection, and loves to tease, though he can be a bit impulsive and thoughtless, and not just with his words.

his hair is naturally platinum blond, and cut short, in a messy, "trendy" style; when he's older, he dyes his hair fire-engine red. his eyes are brown, with tan skin and a lean, lightly-muscled build. when fully grown, he stands at about 6'2". when he's older as well, he has several piercings, some of them being an eyebrow piercing, snakebites, a tongue piercing, and many in his ears.