#ill accept hugs and kisses thanks

[goji-pilled]

[luveline]

omg i loved the loopy wisdom teeth one w peter 😭😭 can i get that with hotch, and reader, who's usually more reserved starts flirting with him and stuff while she's loopy

ty!! and ty for ur request ♡ fem, 1.2k

"Most people have their wisdom teeth out in their teens," Aaron had said before you went in, a Spencer Reid tidbit if there ever were one. 

"I'm a special case," you'd said, accepting his kiss on the cheek but denying his half hug. "See you in a bit." 

People often lament that Aaron's ended up with a  woman so much like himself. You must make each other miserable, one ill-advised chancellor had said, to your amusement. 

We're desperately unhappy, you'd said back. 

The opposite is true. You and Aaron, or Aaron alone, at the very least, is as happy as he's ever been. Work is hard but manageable, Jack is well-tempered, growing smarter and kinder each day, and you're his sweetheart. You're reserved, a little solemn, but you understand him better than anyone ever has. It's a relief like no other to be known so well. 

And so he has zero qualms looking after you for the rest of your lives. He waits patiently for you to come out of surgery, arms behind his head in the empty waiting room. He's worried about you. This isn't a painless procedure. 

Footsteps echo down the hallway, but you announce yourself anyways in the doorway. "Handsome!" you say, a lisp to your happy sing-song, "I'm back." 

Aaron doesn't know what to say. He giggles like a kid at your sudden demeanour and sits up properly. "Honey." 

You wobble with the nurse at your back, prompting him onto his feet to take over. "You should remove the gauze in about half an hour when the bleeding has completely stopped. Clean daily with saline, there are instructions in the bag," the nurse says, offering Aaron a white prescription bag. "Okay?" 

"That's perfect. Thank you so much," he says, taking your hand. 

"You're perfect," you say, looking up at Aaron with stars in your eyes. 

The nurse laughs softly as she leaves. Aaron doesn't bother hiding his amusement, grinning at you as he puts his hand between your shoulders to guide you to the front of the building. 

It's busier here. Reception is hectic. Aaron puts his arm more firmly around you to stop people from bumping into you and you again look at him with your starry eyed gaze. "You're very tall," you say. 

"I am," he says. "Though you joke occasionally that I'm shrinking." 

"The only thing getting smaller is your waist," you say, poking at his abdomen, "my champion." 

You're referring to his recent third triathlon success. He's no record setter, but it keeps him active and happy in the summer months, and he can't pretend you don't appreciate the additional definition of his muscle during this time. You like him every month of the year, of course, but with his trim waist comes a certain amount of energy you also appreciate. 

"Completely inappropriate behaviour," he says lightly, waving a short goodbye to the receptionists as he holds open the door for you to pass by. "Next you'll be enacting PDA." 

"You'd like that, huh?" 

Hard to take any notice of you with gauze fluffing your words, and again, he laughs at you. "I'd love that." 

"Well, wait, I'll do it right here–" 

Aaron catches your hands mildly. "In the car first. Kiss after." Your downtrodden expression requires urgent care. "What, that's not okay? You're upset?" 

"No," you lie obviously, glaring down at your feet as you wobble forward. 

"Maybe we can wait until later, then." 

"What?" You gawp. "You just said in the car." 

"I'm teasing you," he says, taking your elbow. "We've been known to do that with one another on occasion. You know I'd happily kiss you anywhere you wanted to be kissed, honey, now watch your step on this curb. Watch your step. Good job." 

You're extremely pleased by his praise, leaning into his arm with your head tipped back. "You're so handsome. Can you kiss me now?" You soften your eyes. 

Alright, you have a little bit of bloody dribble on your bottom lip, and yes, there's this dazed look about you like you've had a mean shock, but you never look at him like this day to day. Perhaps in your more intimate moments, your arms around him when the lights are low, or early, early in the morning when you haven't yet remembered your more timid temperament. But it's so rare. It catches him off guard, how pretty and wanting you look. 

Aaron leans down for a careful kiss, the barest of pressure. 

"And a good kisser," you murmur, turning into his chest for a hug. "I love you, I want you to carry me to the car." 

"Sweetheart, I don't think I can," he says. He's mostly kidding in the depth of his apology, but there are real threads of remorse in his voice, hot as a flame. "Come on. We'll go home, okay?" 

"But you always do everything for me. Everything I ask for." You talk into his chest, likely leaving pink spit on the grey of his quarter zip. He couldn't care less, his arm around you, looking down with equal measures of fondness and surprise. "I had to stop saying I liked things because you kept buying me stuff. I love stuff." 

"Then why did you stop?" he asks quietly. 

"'Cos I know I don't deserve it. Don't deserve you, Aaron, you're the best man I've ever met. Can't believe it."

He savours your mumbling, and begins to walk forward slowly, encouraging you out of his chest as he formulates an answer for your confession with the same gravity. "You can't believe it?" 

"You're a tall glass of water." 

He actually sighs aloud. My girl, he thinks, rubbing your lax shoulder. "Alright. What if I thought the same of you? What then?" 

You giggle infectiously, a stickying sound like you know he's trying to trip you up. "Nice," you say. "We should always be like this." 

When he brings it up later, the extreme effects of your anaesthesia dissipated and your pain revamped, you can't think of anything worse. "I'm mortified," you whisper, your ice pack chilling the top of his arm where you've wedged it, your hand tucked between his thighs in an attempt to stay warm. 

"I quite liked it." 

"You would. You used to flirt with me so aggressively–" 

"Aggressively," he repeats, grinning. 

"–you're lucky I survived it." You sniffle, rubbing your nose into his sleeve. "Was I as intimidating as you are?" 

He presses his lips to the top of your head, not kissing, just there. "No," he says into your skin, "you weren't intimidating at all. Just lovely. It made my day." 

"I'll have to have my teeth taken out more often." 

He snorts. "If you'd rather have more teeth pulled than flirt with me unaided, things are worse than I thought." 

"Don't be like that..." Much quieter, "Will you rub my back again, please?"

Just like that, he's reminded of how much he likes your regular reserved attitude. "Sure, honey. Lean forward."

[dr3c0mix]

I immediately apologize for the bad English!

How does Caspian plan to keep the fem!reader underwater? Or does he have another plan? thank you, your work is very nice🛐

ill be making this gn since its a part 2 but if you want a one-off thing with a fem!reader, just request it! :3

Also sorry for the long hiatus again but here's the long awaited part 2 ! yaay you're not dead !! :D

Yandere!Siren x GN Reader Pt. 2

CW: Kidnapping, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Non-con licking (reader is asleep), idk Caspian being a delulu icon

🌊 You wake up with a throbbing headache and a vague memory of what transpired before you blacked out.

🌊 The feeling of overwhelming pressure and deepness comes back to you, memories start to come back as you see a red mark on your arm.

🌊 You remember now, the screams and cries of your classmates ring in your ears before the memory of being dragged down to the depths hit you like a wave.

🌊 a splash of water pulled you out of your thoughts, it was then you looked around at the place you were in.

🌊 It looked like you were in a cave illuminated by algae and glowing sea creatures. the cavernous area was sandy and a bit wet with a deep pool which led to an underwater tunnel, it was the only entrance and exit to the cave from what you can see.

🌊 Behind you was a house built out of a shipwreck, the broken boards of the deck repaired with random planks and cloths.

🌊 "Honey~ I know you're a bit out of sorts right now but uhm..could you help me out a bit~?" a familiar voice echoed throughout the cave.

🌊 You gasp and instinctively stand up and back away from where the voice came from. Caspian was lying on the shore, a net full of what seems to be canned food and fish tied around his waist like a satchel.

🌊 "My treasure~! I know you're excited to explore your new home, but can you help me get to shore first~" Caspian coos as he smiles at you awkwardly, his large tail flopping on the sand.

🌊 You grab a piece of driftwood and hold it like a weapon. "D-Don't come any closer!" you yell at him nervously, afraid of what he might do after you saw his capabilities, and his sharp teeth..

🌊 "My sweet, you have nothing to worry about~! Why would I ever hurt you~? Those mean humans tried to hurt us! You'd never do that to me now would you~?" He tries to calm you down.

🌊 It takes a while for you to calm down considering how confused and scared you were, but with no way out and Caspians lack of intention to hurt you, the only thing left to do was to just sit and try to think logically about the situation.

🌊 Caspian tries to help you make sense of your little predicament, it was mostly him making an excuse to hold you close because "Am I not able to help you relax my treasure~?"

🌊 So you're in a cave after getting kidnapped brought to safety by a mermaid, how fun...

🌊 You has no choice but to accept your new lifestyle, after all, the only out was an underwater cavern, and you had no idea how deep or long it was. Caspian might not be the best at moving on land, but without him, you'd drown if you attempt to leave.

🌊 Once you told the siren that you weren't going anywhere soon unfortunately, He lit up and gave you a big, soaking wet hug. "Oh my treasure! You'll be happy here, I promise~!" He peppers your face with kisses, some making you shiver at the thought of his sharp teeth being so close to your flesh.

🌊 He'd go out every day to get food for you and him, sometimes surprising you with gifts!

🌊 He knows you like reading, so any book or parchment that he finds is immediately brought to you so you won't be so bored <3

🌊 More often than not they're too wet to actually read, but you appreciate the effort you suppose.

🌊 You also had to explain what cooking is to Caspian and that humans can't eat fish raw...and alive..

🌊 Get ready to be showered with pearls and pretty shells and treasure! Caspian is a bit picky when it comes to his own horde so anything that he considers nice but not on par with his tastes goes to you~!

🌊 He would always ask to sleep with you in your bed, and he doesn't take no for an answer.

🌊 "It's cold my treasure~! Could you warm me up~?"

🌊 "It gets so lonely in the water~ May I stay in bed with you my love~?"

🌊 "But I got all those nice things for you~!"

🌊 He would keep whining and fussing until you agree. He doesn't care at all that your sheets are all now soaked.

🌊 If you tell him to dry off first, he will! But you'll have to pay him with a kiss~

🌊 He may or may not sniff your hair while you sleep...and maybe lick your neck..

🌊 He can't get himself to sleep sometimes, he'd just watch you sleep the whole time. What can he say? You're too irresistible~!

🌊 Sometimes he'd even whisper sweet things into your ear, promising you the world if you'd let him.

🌊 More often than not, he sings you to sleep. The anxieties of never seeing your family again and living off of just fish and other sea creatures was getting to you, not to mention the many hours of being alone in a cave.

🌊 His siren song lulled you to bed every night. No matter how much you distanced yourself away from him, he was always able to calm you down with his voice.

🌊 "Hush now my dear~...You'll learn to like it here~ And one day, we'll be married and live happily ever after~ Just like in your stories~ Just you wait~..."

[solarrclxud]

MIDNIGHT TEA

pairing : (husband!)wriothesley x reader

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , the use of "love" as a nickname , reader is smaller than him . lots of shoulder resting . reader and him are married

a/n: hes so tijhuygtfrdedfghj

You awoke to a cold bed , your husband nowhere to be seen . You lay in silence , watching beams of moonlight filter in through the sheer curtains . Eventually after a few minutes of peace you sat up , the covers on the bed moving to give way to you as you got up and put on your slippers .

You walked down the hallway of your home , towards the warm light coming from under Wriothesley's home office. He had started to spend more time at home since your wedding , trying to spend as much time with you as possible. Usually it worked but sometimes , duty called . Duty meaning the huge stacks of paperwork that had started to pile on his desk.

The door creaked loudly on its hinges when you opened it , causing wriothesley to look up from behind a pile of haphazardly stacked books. You couldnt see his face but his tired eyes crinkled slightly in a smile as he saw you . " I'm sorry love ill be right to bed" He said apologetically as you approached him . "Its okay wrio " You smiled sleepily , planting a kiss on his forehead . " do you wanna go get some tea? you look like you need a break" you asked , pointing to the table . He sighed , rubbing his hands over his face before getting up " yeah..yeah id like that"

In the kitchen , he hugged you as you reached for the kettle , burying his face into your hair . He moved slightly every time you did , shuffling behind you like a lost puppy .

" Here you go" you smiled , turning around to hand him a huge , warm cup of tea which he accepted happily , Humming in satisfaction after taking the first sip.

You paced your own cup on the counter , lifting yourself onto the marble . Wriothesley took a step towards you , taking his place by your side , allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as you clutched your own cup.

thank you !!

[d0llcherry]

HII IM A NEW FOLLOWER! SINCE YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN, could i get a platonic one shot with abbie and gn!counselor reader? where reader isn't hostile like miss circle and her colleagues! just reader comforting abbie after saving him from getting chased by miss circle?? i hope my request does not trouble you! have a nice day/night ^^

୨୧ AS LONG AS IM HERE... ✮⋆˙

Abbie being saved by reader.

A/N: first Abbie request ayyy, here we go.

TW: Killing mentions.

type: oneshot, platonic, fluff

୨୧ Heavy and rapid footsteps could be heard in the hallway almost drowning the sounds of sobbing that came from the chased, it was one desperate scene to look at, a little kid being chased by the predator ready to take his life, all because of an F, would this be his end? he hoped not.

yet, here he was, cornered in a little room, the threat known as Miss Circle with his failed paper in hands, before tearing it apart mercilessly and Abbie knew that his fate was going to look the same as the paper, he could only cover his teared eyes with his trembling hands, not wishing to see his fate incoming at him like a bullet.

so, he waited...

and waited...

and...

“[NAME], move.” was all he could hear from Miss Circle so, hesitantly, he brought his hands down from his watery eyes, just to see an surprising view, the counselor was standing infront of the boy, the counselor looked serious at the woman who previously tried taking the boys life.

The only thing that the counselor did was raise their arm, they looked like they were offering something to Miss Circle, but Abbie couldnt really pin point what it was, since it was hard to see from his view.

—“take it and leave him alone.” was all they said in a harsh and cold tone but Miss Circle looked unbothered by that because her eyes were glued to the object that was being offered, before hastily grabbing the object that revealed to be Oreo package... wow.

Miss Circle simply turned and went off view to both of them, a heavy sigh could been heard from the counselor, they turned around with a sweet smile, before crouching to the boy's level.

“Your okay sweetheart?” they asked in pure worry but relief that Abbie was still alive at least, Abbie looked at the counselor with still teary eyes, the boy couldnt utter a word but just launched himself into the counselor's arms, trembling.

the counselor was taken aback for that, but simply accepted the hug from Abbie, wrapping their arms around the trembling boy who cried silently into their hero's jacket.

—-“T-thank you...” was all they could hear, the counselor simply stroked the younger boy's hair affectionately in a way to calm the boy down from all the adrenaline and terror before saying:

...“No one can hurt you...”

A/N: ill literally kiss if someone notice what i did with the title and final quote...

[daydreaming-paradies]

Genshin Men and Their Flower Language(s)

ᡣ𐭩 Summary: Every flower has its own language. What flower language do these genshin men have?

ᡣ𐭩 characters: Zhongli(150), Childe(151), Diluc(182), Kaeya(141)

ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Fluff, wholesome, a bit angst in Diluc and Kaeya's part

ᡣ𐭩 ~ Want to Continue?~ part 2

art belongs to @/eriimyon on X/Twitter

Zhongli

Baby's Breath-Everlasting Love

As a former archon, he has seen people come and go. He had learned to accept it years ago however when he first met you, he once thought that you were out of his league. But you proved him wrong, you took your time understanding him. You were there whenever he talks about his stories even if you do not like history, your attention is always on him. You make him feel loved no matter what he does on a daily basis. Yes in his eyes, you are his silly lover and his one and only. He knows that he will outlive you and he will miss you dearly so if he had any flower to give you daily is baby’s breath because for you, you are his everlasting love. Even if you pass on to the afterlife, you will be forever in his memories and his one true love.

Childe

Gardenia- You're lovely, Secret Love

You are the secret love of Childe. You know that he is a harbinger and you know he loves to battle but Childe for him, seeing you after he got home from a tiring mission had brightened his day. Childe knows that he brings danger and harm to you so he keeps you a secret from his enemies. His family loves you and his siblings love you to death. In Childe’s mind, you are one of the reasons he is still kicking, the reason for him to smile..the reason to come home in one piece. Every day when he comes home to you, he always gives you Gardenia flowers yet you do not know what it means. You bugged him about it until he revealed it. “Gardenia flowers means you are lovely or secret love, mia amata.” Childe says with a smile. “That means you are my lovely secret love.”

Diluc

White Rose-I am worthy of you

Diluc Ragnvidr is the man with few words, a private person, and a man with walls to protect himself from others. To stop himself from being hurt by another loved one's death but with you, all of that is out of the window. With you alone, he is very attentive despite his nightly duties. He always makes sure to put your needs before his own. You both made a routine to give each other flowers whenever you two see each other either in privacy or in private. Your flowers is always the red rose but Diluc’s rose is white roses. You later ask Lisa what the white rose means and you were surprised to say the least. White roses means innocence and purity, you’re heavenly, secrecy and silence and I am worthy of you. Diluc was in a surprise when you hugged him, killing him with your kisses and saying to him. “Thank you, my nightly Knight.” This makes the poor man tear up and embrace you in his arms. You are both worthy of each other. Never let each other go.

Kaeya

Orange Blossom-Eternal Love

Who says that even the broken can fall in love? For Kaeya, it is him. He has been hiding his pain with a sly smile and the flirtiness, hiding the turmoil in his heart. To Kaeya, he thought that he would be alone in this world where nobody loved him nor understand until you came into his life. Kaeya was wary of you at first but after some time, he realized that you did not have any ill motives towards him. You understand him, love him for who he really is despite what others said about him. You make his life worth something and if he had to pick a flower to describe you. It would be an orange blossom flower. Even in a different universe..even if you are gone from his life, his love for you will be eternal.

~Taglist: @areislol @purpleqilinwrites @amxto @yoghurtsan @ryuryuryuyurboat @windblume-wishes @thestarswhisper @the-guardian-kitsune @sanzach @asoulsreverie @inkybloom-luv @ainescribe @kitsuvil @dxmoness @kalims @mccnstruck @dailypenpen @husky-studies

[pixiesfz]

I'm thinking kcc.

But not just kcc.

Kcc, kcc.

If possible can you do like a sweet smutty kcc fic. Like it's their first time together and they both assume that they've done it before. But they haven't so it's not just their first time together, but they're first time ever. So they're just trying navigate things and it's really fluffy.

Ofc, you don't have to but I love this concept so if you can't ill ask another writer. I love your work, though so you were my first choice <3

first time k.cc

plot: it's finally time in your relationship where you and kyra want to have sex but you both have never had sex with another woman.

warning: the fluffiest smut you will ever read

The date had been beautiful and executed just as Kyra wanted it to.

First she picked you up from your apartment after your game which she cheered you on from the friends and family section, then whilst you showered she checked in with Charli if she could borrow her big picnic blanket for the night which she allowed her too.

When you got out Kyra ran to you and squeezed you into a hug "You played so well" she whispered before kissing your cheek "Thanks baby" you smiled, squeezing her back.

"I would still prefer if you played with me at Arsenal though" she teased as Teagan came through the tunnel "she's liverpool through and through my friend" she laughed and patted Kyra on the back which she scoffed at.

"sorry babe"

She took you home before telling you she had a date idea which you obviously agreed to.

Date nights with Kyra were always creative she never had a dull thought.

Sometimes it drove you crazy but at times like this you loved it.

"Wow" you breathed out as Kyra drove up a hill into a small, secluded car park that showed a perfect view of the city and the sunset that had just started.

"Do you like it?" Kyra asked, placing her hand on your thigh.

You blushed, placing your hand on top of hers. Physical touch was one of your love languages and slowly Kyra learnt that, you knew she liked it too, especially being held when walking.

You always accepted her late night walk cuddles when she got tired.

"It's beautiful Kyra" you smiled, turning your head back so you could kiss her lips, smiling into the kiss as Kyra turned your small peck to a longer passionate kiss.

"I have wine and snacks in the back" Kyra smiled as you pulled away, laughing at her small confession "I was wondering why you were in my pantry for so long you theif"

Kyra smirked "you have the best snacks".

You rolled your eyes playfully at her comment before looking back out to the sunset.

You both watched as the sun went down, hands together as comfortable silence fell in the car.

When darkness consumed the sky, Kyra, turned the car around and opened the boot revealing a laid out picnic with wine and snacks that she had promised you.

"Ky" you breathed out in awe of the effort she had put in "it's just a silly blanket," she said trying to lower your expectations but you laughed at her attempt softly.

"Well I love it" you said simply before pulling her into a kiss.

"Are we getting in?" Kyra asked before you both climbed into the back part of the car, looking out to the now dark sky that had stars littering around.

You both laid down as you subtly took pictures of the Australian next to you.

"Stop it" she laughed but you pulled your phone from her "oh c'mon you look so good right now" you whined "Delete it" she said sternly but you crossed your head "no way".

Kyra rolled her eyes before moving closer to you "would a kiss change your mind?" she asked with a smirk, once again you crossed your head "no but you can try anyway".

Kyra smiled before leaning towards you and capturing her lips with yours.

It was a normal kiss, something that you do everyday with her but tis time felt different, you felt at home with it.

You pulled her closer to you, her hands finding your waist as your heart beat faster.

was it going to happen?

You wanted it to happen but you were scared, you had never had sex with a girl before, you assumed Kyra had as you had never questioned her.

honestly... you were a little bit scared.

But your fear wasn't controlling you when Kyra moved her lips from yours and went down to your neck, you became aware of the soft music that was playing from the radio.

"Kyra" you softly moaned as she started sucking on a certain spot on your neck, making her spend more time there before going back to your face and encapsulating her lips with yours.

Your mind was spinning as Kyra moved you so that you lay under her. You roamed your hands around her back as her hands reached into your hair, you moaned when she slightly tugged at it.

When Kyra let go of you she breathed, something that she was screaming at herself for as she seemed like she would never need to breath again if it meant kissing you like that again.

You looked up at her, your eyes scanning her face as she did the same to you "do you want to?" she asked almost as of she was reading your mind.

You nodded before she kissed you again, her hands tugging at the end of your t-shirt as you helped her take it off her eyes scanning your chest before looking at you "you're so beautiful" she said before cupping your breast with her hands.

"Kyra" you whispered as her eyes went from your chest to your face "do you want me to stop?" she asked as her hands dropped "No" you said rather to quickly for your own liking.

"I've just-" you started "I've never had sex with another woman before" you admitted and she nodded "I-" she stuttered "I haven't either" she said, blush covering her cheeks.

"I thought you had" you muttered "I thought you had too" she revealed as you lifted your hand and pulled the piece of hair that had fallen behind her ear.

"We can work this out together then," you said with a smile as she nodded "I'm happy it's with you," she said and you smiled "I'm happy it's with you too...now can we not make me the only half-naked person in here"

Kyra rolled her eyes before she let you help take off her top as well.

You placed soft kisses on her chest after it "you're so pretty" you told her before she placed her hands on each side of your head and lifted you back to her face.

"you ready?" she asked and you nodded, she placed you down on your back before grabbing the top of your shorts and underwear and slowly pulling them down your legs leaving you completely bare.

You turned your head away at sight, something Kyra noticed as she placed your head back "you're with me" she reminded you as she kissed you again.

This time she didn't stop as she kissed down your body, her hands placed on your thighs that slowly pushed them apart, revealing yourself to Kyra who looked up at you for concept.

You needed her.

"please Kyra" you said before she finally licked your heat, both of you moaning at the contact. You watched her navigate herself as she hit different parts.

"you can use your fingers" you suggested as she brought her hand around your thigh and played with your clit with her fingers which led you to moan out in pleasure.

"that's good" you stuttered "keep doing that".

You felt Kyra grow in confidence as she went quicker, pulling her tongue in and out of you, she thrived off hearing your moans and when she felt your body start to shake she knew she had done well.

"I'm gonna cum" you whimpered as she moved her fingers from your clit, switching positions with her mouth as she entered two fingers into you and continued to use her mouth on your clit.

"oh fuck" you whispered as she thrusted her fingers into you "is this good?" she asked and you nodded your head quickly "I'm so close- I'm- I'm-" you panted as you released, Kyra slowing down but kept on going to help you ride out your high.

When you finished you brought Kyra back to your face, pulling her into a kiss not minding that you were tasting yourself from her tongue.

"Was I good?" she asked and you smiled "amazing" you smirked, your hands traveling down her waist and to the starting line of her tracksuit pants.

"Can you help me return the favor?"

[spacebarbarianweird]

Astarion with gnome Tav HC?

Ok, we all know Astarion hates gnomes. And his facial expressions during the first date if you play Gnome Tav are priceless. Like, he doesn't smile and definetely does his best trying to hold back slurs.

I have been to his shoes coz I found gnomes weird and freaky. To write this Headcanon, I read manuals about them and got to this description:

It’s rare for a gnome to be hostile or malicious unless he or she has suffered a grievous injury. Gnomes know that most races don’t share their sense of humor, but they enjoy anyone’s company just as they enjoy everything else they set out to do. It’s rare for a gnome to be hostile or malicious unless he or she has suffered a grievous injury. Gnomes know that most races don’t share their sense of humor, but they enjoy anyone’s company just as they enjoy everything else they set out to do.

And then I googled gnomes.

Source

Honestly, if you think gnomes are ugly - you've met the wrong gnomes!

Thanks @evillittlebirdie for the next concept

A gnome that hates elves and an elf that hates gnomes

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Gnome!Tav

You are tiny, only 3.2 ft.

All your life you spent far from "big folk", living deep in the woods.

But you were always warned against the elves, those arrogant pricks who think the world belongs to them.

Astarion… hates gnomes. It's not uncommon for elves to be weird about them but he has some personal issues.

Maybe it's his "brother's" fault, maybe some dating preferences.

"Dwarves are fine, but gnomes! Freaky and ugly."

You can't understand where this comes from.

Gnomes are peaceful. Kind. Never malicious to anyone. Always accepting strangers in their homes and caves. So why is your kind so hated?

You bicker but eventually you fall for Astarion's charms (and he suppresses his disgust to seduce you).

Maybe elves aren't that bad, after all.

And Astarion suddenly realizes he isn't averted by you.

Tiny. Yes. You are barely tall enough to reach up to his hips.

But you are cute. Beautiful, even.

Like a small elf.

Finally, Astarion confesses to you.

That he manipulated you. That he used you.

And what is worse, he hated the mere idea to touch you. As if you were some nasty creature.

Like a goblin.

He apologizes for that and is waiting for your verdict.

He expects you to yell. To curse him.

You do nothing of that. You approach Astarion and hug him.

Well, for him you are the most beautiful person in the world.

To kiss you, he has to kneel (or pick you up like a child)

You were embarrassed first to be carried around - besides, you are considered "tall" by gnome standards!

But you learn to like it. Your weight is 40 pounds and Astarion can carry you on his shoulders as long as you want

And, the hells, you enjoy it!

Firstly, because Astarion can go faster and longer if you don't slow him down, and, second, you can see the world around not being blocked by taller people.

When you go like that, you play with his curls and carefully touch his ears (it's impossible to resist when you are so close).

He loves your feather-like touches.

He still laughs at your height, though

"Oh, I am sorry I can't hear you from up here!"

"Apologies, darling, I thought someone was squeaking!"

And you wait for the opportunity to mock him for heing the tall one.

"Oh, I am sorry, I forgot I travel with a brainless giant!"

As a gnome, your desire to help is innate. It's just against your nature to deny someone's needs.

And more often than usual, Astarion has to carry you away before you agree on something too dangerous or too cheap.

"I am Astarion and this is my micro-wife. Ouch!"

When you stay together in taverns and inns, you don't have to pay for two beds - a single bed fits you both.

And Astarion always presses you to his chest - you drown in his arms. You feel safe and protected.

Sometimes, you hear mockery and evil laughs.

"An elf and a gnome, can you fucking believe it?"

You usually let these words go but Astarion doesn't.

He beats those who dare speak ill of you two and makes them kneel and beg for forgiveness.

Gnomes live long, up to 400 years. And you are young. As a gnome, you want a stable home (when you get tired of travels) and somewhere to stash things.

And you understand Astarion craves stability as well - so he will get it with you.

A comfy home in the woods among your kind.

Gnomes are accepting, after all.

Even if it's a vampire.

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[kaeyx]

Vis habere hunc cabalarium in sponsum - Nakahara Chuuya

Pairing: knight!Chuuya X afab!gn!reader [2.5k]

Warnings: smut, period typical mentions of god/christianity/marriage, loss of virginity, technically infidelity, p in v sex, Chuuya is whipped, not proofread!!

Additional notes: this is the white day special! Thank you to my pookie @neviex for giving me the brainrot <3

"Tomorrow. You will go to the church. And you will be wed."

"And you'll go with me?" You say it like a question, though you already know the answer.

"Of course."

"And afterwards?" You also know the answer, you've asked at least a dozen times this week alone. It helps to hear him say it.

"I'm not going anywhere." He confirms.

"All throughout the festivities."

Chuuya just looks at you, his face somber. You sit on your bed with a sigh, and he shuts the heavy door to your room behind himself. A fire burns merrily in the hearth, but the air is cold. Neither of you speak. You begin to take off your boots just to have something to do, and Chuuya turns to the fire, kneeling by it. His chainmail and the edges of his tunic gleam in the light, but you can't see his face.

After shirking your belt and tunic you fall back onto your sheets with a sigh, clad in just your shirt and drawers. Being half naked in front of Chuuya is ill advised, especially on the eve of your wedding, but it's not like you care. He's been with you far longer than your future spouse will ever be. It doesn't feel unnatural at all.

Your thoughts swirl, somber. In the morning you'll leave this place and never come back, auctioned off like a pawn in exchange for an alliance. It's how things work and you've numbly accepted it, but somehow your heart still aches. The next fief over seems a world away, and you know you won't be able to visit home whenever you feel like it.

"I can't stand to see you like that," Chuuya says, startling you. In the firelight, his hair glows like a halo.

You sit up, looking at him properly. He's still facing away from you. Somehow, Chuuya has always been able to read your thoughts. "Miserable?"

"Married." Chuuya's eyes meet yours.

He finally gets up, and you see he's got something in his hands. A messy lump of small, riveted iron. Wordlessly he crosses the room and kneels at your feet, taking your left hand off the bed. Your mouth goes dry and your legs part automatically, letting him settle between them. You're very suddenly aware of your heart, beating frantically in your chest, hard enough to make you dizzy.

Chuuya's eyes find yours, uncharacteristically wide.

"Please," he says. There's something vulnerable in his voice. You nod.

He fiddles with the metal then slides it onto your finger, and you let him. It's a ring, made of chainmail. Your eyes flick between him and your hand, and he wordlessly shows you the hem of his mail, the small chunk missing there. Just enough for you to notice, if you know what you're looking for. Your heart aches as you look into his eyes, scared and hopeful and determined all at once.

Something rises in your chest, burning your throat. You sniff and rub your eyes, ripping your hand out of his grasp only to pull him into a hug. Hot tears slide down your cheeks and you muffle a choked sob into the cold metal of his shoulder. Chuuya's arms, just as strong and steady as you've always imagined, hold you tightly to his chest and he buries his nose in your hair. He manoeuvres you carefully but effortlessly onto your bed, going with you when it becomes apparent that you refuse to let go. Like this you're properly tangled up, practically sitting in his lap with the sharp, almost spicy smell of sweat and cloth all around you. Your chest feels lighter than it has in weeks, and the ring is warm around your finger.

You waste no time sneaking a hand down to the hem of his tunic, slipping it under the mail and cotton as you kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Wh- hey, what-" Chuuya splutters, his hands lifting from your body in uncertainty.

"Consummate it," you reply firmly, pressing yourself closer to him and pulling his mouth back onto yours.

His demeanour shifts and he's on you in an instant, just like you knew he would be. Letting out a muffled moan against your mouth while he pushes you down, one hand gripping your waist while the other rests next to your head. His legs are between yours, keeping them spread, making you feel deliciously exposed. You feel naked already, laid bare for him, and it feels /right/. Just like how you'd imagined your wedding night to be, when you were still a child who listened to fairy tales.

Chuuya's hands burn, sliding up your hips and under your shirt. He pauses as the fabric reaches the top of your thighs, looking at you uncertainly.

“Yes,” you say immediately, a comforting warmth blooming in your stomach.

He uncovers your skin bit by bit, transfixed, unable to keep his eyes off you as he slowly strips you of your last layer. You raise your hands to your chest, nervous, but he gently takes them and puts them back by your head. He looks mesmerized, his mouth parted as he looks you up and down. A soft “/wow/” escapes from his lips and you can't help but laugh.

“I don't want to be the only one bare,” you remind him, tugging on his sleeve.

Chuuya visibly shakes himself and scrambles off the bed, bending forward to help his mail slide over his head and fall to the ground with a heavy, metallic thunk. He unceremoniously shirks his tunic and hose, suddenly revealing a great expanse of skin to you. It's all wiry muscle and freckles, pale and covered in scars from various skirmishes. You can't help but stare, taking in the graceful curve of his collarbones and hips, the seamless way each muscle leads into the next as he steps towards you. Your hands twitch, eager to reach out to him, to touch him.

Chuuya takes your hand, kissing your ring before turning it around and kissing your palm too. His lips move slowly, as if he wants to savour your skin, down the inside of your wrist and all the way to the crook of your elbow while he crawls onto the bed again. In a daze, you run your free hand over his back and side, feeling how his hip fits perfectly against your palm, like you were made to hold each other.

Curling your free hand in towards his hair you pull Chuuya away from your arm, skin still tingling wherever his lips touched it. You stare into his storm grey eyes and he looks back with just as much intensity. No words come out, but he lowers himself down until his forehead is resting against yours, his breaths mingling with yours.

“You know what this means, right?” Chuuya asks, and you look at him again.

“I'm marrying you.”

He nods. “In God's eyes, we're wed. You can go put on a show tomorrow and be handed off to whoever you like, but it doesn't matter.”

You stroke his cheek. “Mine,” you say simply. “My husband.”

He gasps at that, his pupils going wide and dark, clearly not anticipating the effect your words would have on him. Chuuya grabs your chin, kissing you messily and desperately, groaning into your mouth.

“Fucking hell.” His voice trembles. “I want you so much, right now.”

You whine at that, shivering as he trails kisses to your neck and chest. “Please, Chuuya?”

“Anything, anything you want.”

“Do it.” You hesitate a second, nervous and excited all at once. “Take me.”

He tugs on the last piece of fabric covering you, sliding the hose off your legs finally letting him see you. They fall onto a heap next to his own clothes, while Chuuya's hands trace your bare thighs. There's wonder in his eyes, longing. You reach out for him, pulling him back up to lie on top of you, feeling the hardness of his chest and the graceful lines of his spine and neck.

That's when you finally let yourself focus on it, and look down. His cock, resting thick and heavy on your stomach, the tip weeping little milky drops of precum that glisten in the firelight. Chuuya sees you staring and kisses your forehead, slowly taking his length in his hand and smearing the mess onto your stomach.

“Don't be scared,” he reassures.

“You're shaking too,” you point out, stroking his back.

“I….” Chuuya swallows, looking back into your eyes. “I can't believe this is real. That you're real.”

“I never thought I could be so happy about getting married. I'm just…. nervous.”

You part your legs a little more as he rubs the tip over your folds, gasping when he feels how wet you are.

“It's okay, I won't hurt you. Can I?” Chuuya pauses, poised over you, glowing like an angel on fire in the light of the merry embers.

“Always,” you nod.

He holds your hand, intertwining your fingers and leaning down towards you, kissing your shoulder. You relax against the foreign feeling, gasping as something hot and unfamiliar slides against your folds, holding onto his sides for support. This is it.

"Take me, take me inside. I've got you," he whispers feverishly against your neck, groaning low in his throat.

His lips feel so soft and his hair tickles your chest, scarred arms keeping you safe and pressed between him and your bed. It's a sin but the consummation feels holy all the same. No, not a sin. A betrayal. Throwing away your chastity. And yet, as you whine and dig your nails into Chuuya's bare, muscled back, you don't regret it one bit. You're right where you're meant to be, surrounded by him and full of him at the same time, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he trembles above you. Your /husband/. It stings only a little, his thick girth stretching your walls, breaking your purity and you lean into the feeling. Only he'll feel like that.

“Move Chuuya, please….. I can take it.”

Chuuya nods, wide eyed, his gaze never leaving yours. He drinks in all your expressions, the twitch of your brows and how you bite the inside of your mouth and cling to him, your nails surely leaving little marks on his skin. You groan quietly, the feeling of something dragging along your walls is strange, but you also feel oddly full. Oddly whole. You fit together perfectly, your warm cunt wrapped tight around him and twitching with arousal, Chuuya's breath catching in his throat when his cock is squeezed. He gives a few timid strokes then moves his hips more, in and out, sloppy motions that are nonetheless perfect. He cups your cheek with one calloused hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the corner of your eye to wipe away the last of your earlier tears.

Chuuya's eyes travel down your body and he leans back a little to get a good view, running his hand down your chest and stomach with care. He reaches down, down between your legs where your bodies connect, and pauses to look back up at you.

“Yes, Chuuya. You can,” you nod, rubbing his arm.

His fingers trace your cunt gently, reverently, feeling your entrance stretched wide around him. He brushes against your clit and you gasp, you hips twitching up to chase more of that unexpected pleasure.

“Is that good?” Chuuya asks, stroking the spot and feeling the hard nub hidden under its hood.

You nod, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand further against you, biting your cheek and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Don't stop,” you whisper, “move more, Chuuya, please.”

He nods, wide eyed, his breaths shaky as he begins to pump his hips again. Chuuya slowly finds a rhythm, one thumb stroking your clit in messy motions as he fucks into you. You groan and writhe under him, your head tossing from side to side, unsure where to put your hands or where to look, pinned under those beautiful eyes that seem to want to devour you.

“It's okay, it's okay, I'm never leaving,” Chuuya is babbling incoherently, such a stark contrast to his usual strong, expressive voice. His eyes look unfocused, his mouth hanging open a little and lips glistening with spit.

“Chuuya…” You whine, pulling him in by the hair to kiss him and feeling his lips continue to whisper reassurance against yours.

“I'm yours, okay? And you're mine, all mine.”

You nod shakily, the words sending a spike of need straight to your pussy. Chuuya smiles, dazed and self satisfied and full of love all at once, gripping your thigh and pulling it against his side. Something about the angle lets him go deeper, dragging against your walls while you hold him tight and hide your face in his hair. His head is bowed as if in prayer, buried in your chest as he groans and swears under his breath, pressing your bodies closer until every smooth roll of his hips rips a gasp from your throat. Your hands find their way into his hair, pulling on the silky strands as you hook your legs around his waist, finally relaxing and letting yourself be louder. His hips slap rhythmically against yours to create a wet, embarrassing noise and his thumb never leaves your clit, rubbing and circling and playing with the slick pearl as it swells and twitches. Something is building, growing tight and hot in your cunt, making your legs tremble and squeeze him tighter.

“I think… Chuuya, I'm going to…”

“Let go, please my love, let yourself go…”

Your eyes roll back as the knot snaps, your voice breaking on his name as you finally cum. Your hands fisted in his hair and clawing at his back, your legs locked around his hips while he keeps pumping into you, as if your body is instinctively trying to draw him in deeper. The whole world narrows down to him, his warm body over yours, the sharp smell of sweat, his gorgeous voice muffled into your chest as he almost cries from the feeling. Your cunt is spasming uncontrollably, tightening around him to the point of being painful when he moves, trying to suck him in. And Chuuya was never a strong man when it came to you. He gives in as soon as you cry out, his own orgasm crashing into him until he's gritting his teeth and digging his fingers into your bedding, his hips stilling as he fills you up. It's warm, spreading through you and mixing with the feeling of satisfaction sinking into your very bones.

Chuuya trembles through his orgasm, all his muscles tense, before falling into a heap on top of you. He's panting hard, his hands refusing to leave your hips as you wrap your arms around him. You're both sticky with sweat and you can feel his cum beginning to dribble out of your cunt, probably staining the sheets, but you feel too exhausted and wonderful to move.

“My knight,” you say happily, kissing the top of his head.

Chuuya rubs his cheek against you, turning his head just enough to press a warm kiss to your chest. “Yours.”

[xuzuitengenx]

Kyojuro Rengoku x Demon!Male Reader Angst-Fluff? Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "A glimpse of the past."

Genre—Angst/Fluff?

Warning(s): MANGA SPOILERS, LONG ONESHOT

A/N: I wrote this at 3-5am so sorry for any grammar or spelling errors!!

"My love! Be careful, please!" M/N yelled at his husband who almost fell as he was getting something to eat in the kitchen. M/N practically teleported to Kyojuro by his side (thanks to his demon abilities) and caught Kyojuro.

"I'm fine, M/N! I just tripped!" Kyojuro says, trying to calm down the worried M/N as he was brought on his feet again.

"I know, but you're still injured." M/N mumbled, still holding Kyojuro close to him as he was afraid to let him go. Kyojuro smiles at this, seeing how protective M/N is over him.

"M/N." Kyojuro called out his name, moving himself in M/N's arms so he was face to face with M/N.

"Kyo?"

Kyojuro places his hands on M/N's cold cheeks. "It's okay- I'm okay. And you don't have to worry about me going on missions anymore." Kyojuro reassures M/N and reminds him that he retired due to his injury that messed up his internal organs.

M/N nodded as he leaned into Kyojuro's warm touch, closing his eyes while calming himself down.

"I'm sorry." M/N apologizes, hugging Kyojuro, but made sure to not hug too tightly as he was still hurt and bandaged up.

Kyojuro shook his head as he hugged M/N back.

"Don't be! You are being protective and very helpful!" Kyojuro complimented.

M/N smiles, kissing Kyojuro's cheek a good couple of times which made Kyojuro giggle softly.

"Let's get you back to bed and I'll make your favorite." M/N proposed, making Kyojuro perk up.

"Sweet potatoes?" Kyojuro asked as he was clearly happy while his eyes sparkled.

"Mhm! Sweet potatoes." M/N confirmed and was instantly pulled by the flame hair man to the bedroom.

'For an injured man, he is still very strong..!" M/N thought himself as he helped Kyojuro on the futon.

M/N didn't leave Kyojuro's side unless he had to go to work at the market that was near by their shared home, but even then, M/N was there for Kyojuro when he needed it.

The couple was happy and healthy for a human and a demon and very much knowing the consequences of these relationships, so that's why both Nezuko and M/N are hoping for a cure from Lady Tamayo of their unwilling choice of becoming a demon.

Still, Kyojuro and M/N stood strong..

Until, Kyojuro's started to get sick.

M/N and Kyojuro thought that it was a normal fever and it would go away after a day with tea and soup, but it didn't.

M/N's concerns started raising as Kyojuro's health started to slowly decrease by the weeks.

Needing to take care of his husband, M/N took some time off of work.

Everything M/N tried to do, it wasn't working.

Doctors who would all recommend the same equipments over and over, warm clothing, warm tea, soup, different herbs.

Nothing, absolutely nothing was working.

Kyojuro knew what was going to happen and he knew that M/N also knew too, but didn't want to accept that fact.

The fact that Kyojuro was dying.

M/N tried to bring his and Kyojuro's hopes that he would be okay. They knew better.

Slowly, but surely, Kyojuro was getting more ill and weaker by the day as he became pale and started to breath unevenly.

One night, M/N was reading everything from the books on what Kyojuro could have as he sat next to Kyojuro who he thought was sleeping.

Kyojuro struggled to move his body towards M/N for he can see him, he successfully did so and sees how intensely M/N was reading the pages.

Feeling a cough itching at his throat, he lets it out and coughs rather violently then before which caught M/N's attention away from the book.

"Kyo.." M/N mumbled, closing the book and leaving it on the ground as he went over to his husband.

Kyojuro's cough settled down and leaving behind a pain in his throat.

M/N grabbed the cup of water that was sitting besides Kyojuro. "Here, take a slip." M/N says, bring the cup close to Kyojuro who denied it, looking at M/N with sadden eyes that was very out of character of Kyojuro before looking away.

Sad part was the fact that those sadden eyes became familiar to M/N now.

"Please, drink the water.." M/N pleaded, wanting him to drink.

"M/N.." Kyojuro mumbles lowly, making M/N hum.

"Can..can you lay with me?" He asks, his voice hoarse as he looked at M/N once again. M/N instantly nods, placing the cup of water down as he mumbles that of course he will.

Hearing that, Kyojuro weakly smiles and watches M/N taking up the empty space that was next to him. M/N lays on the futon and almost immediately, the two snuggled up with one other.

M/N held Kyojuro close to his body, occasionally kissing Kyojuro's forehead which was hot like it was burning. Kyojuro closes his eyes as he felt himself getting sleeper.

Before he closed his eyes, he told M/N something.

"I love you..so much." Kyojuro says in a soft, sleepy tone.

M/N smiles as he felt his heart break for the 1000th time, kissing Kyojuro's forehead once again, but longer before pulling away.

"I love you too, my love.." M/N says, feeling Kyojuro's body relaxed at his words, Kyojuro went to sleep.

He never woke up from that sleep.

His warm body now cold and still in M/N's arms.

M/N's eyes had tears flowing out of his eyes, wanting to breakdown and cry out to his one and only. Hoping that this was part of a fucked up dream.

Throughout the night, M/N heard Kyojuro's heart slowing down as he slept and tried to help any way he could.

He tried everything, but at last, it was already too late and now, M/N was holding Kyojuro's body in his arms, his throat tightening and his chest wanting to let out sobs. Nothing left M/N, only tears.

M/N sat on the ground of his bedroom of his house.

His. Not his and Kyojuro's. Just his.

Hell, he can't even call it a home anymore.

M/N didn't attend his funeral, he couldn't. He couldn't accept the fact that his best friend is dead. He can't face anyone without them saying how sorry they were or talk about loss. M/N can't handle it.

M/N could've died of a broken heart days ago, but he didn't and couldn't as he was a demon and can't die, so he suffers every. single. day.

He hated the fact that he was a demon. He hated it. Why did he become a demon? Why him? Why couldn't he be a demon that could have the ability to turn people so Kyojuro could've been live.

Wouldn't that be selfish? Kyojuro wouldn't want that.

Out of anger of his thoughts, M/N threw the glass cup that was next to him at the wall, watching it break into pieces as the harsh impact was seen on the wall.

M/N was about to throw more stuff, but was stopped when he heard knocking on the front door. M/N didn't want to leave the bedroom, wanting the person to go away until the knocks started to get aggressive, making him slowly leave the room.

His feet dragging across the floor as M/N didn't look around the house. It was him and only him. No Kyojuro greeting him, no Kyojuro reading in silence, No Kyojuro.

M/N made it the door. M/N wiped whatever he had on his face and opened it.

Seeing Uzui standing there, looking quite angry as his beefy arms were crossed.

"You weren't at the funeral." Uzui started. M/N didn't say anything, but nodding slowly.

"Rengoku wouldn't want you-"

"Shut up." M/N demanded, not wanting to even hear his name.

"No, you know he wouldn't want you to do this to yourself-!"

"And you think I don't know that?!"

"Clearly, you don't as you didn't even go to your husband's funeral! Your husband!"

"I think I know that he was my husband, Tengen!"

Silence came the two of them for a moment before Uzui called his name.

"M/N.. He would want you to do something with your life. It doesn't have to be now, or next week, or even a year. Rengoku wouldn't want you to grieve for him like this and I know that for a fact.." Uzui says in a low tone.

M/N felt tears welling up in his eyes, looking on the ground.

"I'll help you get an idea.. Do you still do those flamboyant paintings?" Uzui asked which M/N answered with a slight head shake.

"Well, there you go! Now, if you do decide on doing that, make sure you do my painting first and flamboyant!" Uzui exclaimed.

'A painting, huh?'

M/N was sitting in front of a canvas, a brush in hand as well as fresh paints he bought.

As he went to put the brush in the paints, he realized that he couldn't do this. He remembered when he used to paint a lot when he was dating Kyojuro.

Kyojuro loved his paintings.

M/N didn't noticed that his hand was shaking and puts the paint in the water, washing it off and puts it against the canvas before getting up.

He was going to leave, however, he stayed there, looking back on the canvas.

~ 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲 ~

M/N fixed his black suit as he stood in front of a bathroom mirror. Looking at himself as he looked for any imperfections on his suit or anywhere.

Thinking that he is overthinking this, he walked away from the mirror and leaves the public bathroom, but without forgetting to use hand sanitizer which he put into his hands, rubbing it in.

M/N was walking through a museum of many paintings from over 1000 years ago or recent paintings that became famous.

Walking through people who were fascinated by the many different paintings and art styles, M/N finally made it to the place where he needed to be.

The place where his painting was at.

He was quite surprised of the amount of people that were near it and complimenting it.

"Woah, such a beautiful painting! I wonder who is that person though!"

"I know, right? That person has such vibrant hair!"

"He's pretty!"

"I love this painting!"

"Wow!!"

M/N smiles at the people complementing it, staying behind until some of them started leaving for other paintings.

M/N finally gotten close to his panting enough to see it once again.

The paintings was.. Kyojuro.

It was the day of his and Kyojuro's first festival together. M/N remembered the day clearly and remembers how happy Kyojuro was.

M/N sadly smiles at the picture, reliving the memories for a small moment.

M/N suddenly felt someone standing next to him, admiring the picture. M/N was about to leave, but something caught his attention.

"This painting is absolutely stunning!!"

The person's voice was loud and familiar, making M/N stand in place, holding his breath as tears that haven't left him for over a couple of decades ago started to well in his eyes.

He couldn't help and looks at the person next to him.

It was Kyojuro Rengoku.

His one and only alive again.

His husband standing next to him after over 100 years.

If M/N's heart can beat, it would at this moment. Beating so hard that you could think someone could hear it without getting so close.

It didn't take long for the man to look at M/N who looked away instantly, not baring to look at his eyes.

The flame hair man felt a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling he got from the (H/C) hair man.

It was like he knew him, but he is complete stranger.

"I'm Kyojuro Rengoku!" He introduced himself, waiting for the man to introduce himself.

M/N finally got the courage to look at Kyojuro who was already looking at him. M/N felt the familiar and sickly feeling of love again after over 100 years of grief.

"I'm..I'm M/N L/N."

Kyojuro smiles, flashing a smile that M/N so dearly missed.

"S-so, do you want to get coffee sometime?" M/N blurted out as he mentality slapped himself.

Kyojuro gently chuckles, noticing the attempt that M/N tried to do.

"I wouldn't mind! Do you want to exchange numbers or..?"

"Oh-! Yes!" M/N said, pulling out his phone as Kyojuro also pulled out his.

"Look at that! Two of my best friends meeting!" A loud flamboyant like voice boomed in the museum as the owner of the voice came to the two.

"I see you know Tengen too!" Kyojuro says as M/N nods.

"Yes, I do! I know him lil' too much to know that fact that he has mice-"

"Shut up!" Tengen yells, making the other two men laugh.

"I have to go, but text me or don't be afraid to call about that coffee!" Kyojuro says, making M/N nod in agreement.

Kyojuro went his way, waving goodbye at the two before taking off.

"Look at you! M/N L/N going on a date, but the date idea is so unflamboyant of you that my mice have better date ideas-"

"Shut up or I will become your wives' new husband." M/N fake smiled and then leaving Tengen behind.

"WHAT!"

M/N stared at the cure that Lady Tamayo made before she died. The cure that makes a demon into human again.

This is M/N's chance to restart his life with Kyojuro, living as humans and finally growing old together.

The same incident with the sickness that killed Kyojuro wouldn't happen again because medicine had upgraded since 1912.

Hearing his phone alerting him that he got a text message, he broke eye contact with the cure and looked on his phone, seeing that it was from Kyojuro.

Kyo :

Tomorrow? At the new cat café? Cats can be a good ice breaker! :)

Yes! Definitely, meet you there?

Kyo :

Yes, I'll see you there!

:)))

I want to make this into a book (5am Thought)

[icypenguin]

★~ Sick lyney headcanon

omg sorry for not posting for a while.. i dont think ill be that active next week and the week after that. but i hope you guys are satisfied with what ive made! enjoyyy!

- even though he is sick, he’ll try to sneak some magic tricks to practice while laying on the bed. you don’t know how he still manages to do it when he complained a few minutes ago that his head was spinning like crazy!

- well.. i’d say lyney would be A LOT more clingy than usual. he will always call for you to cuddle him and give him kisses.

- he would probably be a picky eater. he only wants the food you make for him!

- im sure he will sneak out of his bed. he can’t just lay on the bed for days! but when you caught him trying to get out of the house, you immediately scold him and put him back to bed.

- oh medicine. lyney’s worst nightmare. it would take you 30-45 minutes for him to take his medicine. he would only take them after you cuddle and shower him wih kisses. (he seems to not worry about getting you sick lols)

- you would pribably stay in the house until lyney is healthy again.

- lynette and freminet are really glad that lyney has got a lover like you ^.^!

~ small drabble ~

“babyyy please take your medicinee!” you begged lyney to take his medicine while he was hiding under his blanket, only showing his eyes. “but only if you cuddle me!” he whined, kicking his feet like a child that has got a tantrum. “but i’ll be sick too! who will take care of you, hm?” lyney only whined again as he didn’t want to give up yet. “we’ll be sick together and lay in bed together and cuddle together! problem solved!” he begged with cute puppy eyes as he slumped his head on your shoulder. you didn’t have another excuse and decided to give up. you didn’t want to make lyney grumpy… he finally took his medicine and complained about how bad it tasted. “here i’ll wash away those taste with kisses” you kissed lyney on the lips for a few seconds and let go. ofcourse lyney was sad. but remembering the deal, he tackled you into a hug as you both fell into the soft bed. you caress his hair, trying to get him asleep so he won’t be cranky.

~~~

thanks for reading! im sorry if this is ooc hehe but i hope you enjoyed it. advices are accepted, thankyou!

[heartsforhavik]

shark week (raiden/zeffeero x reader)

pairings: raiden x reader, rain/zeffeero x reader (separate)

warnings: mentions of blood bc reader is afab and on their period (gender neutral pronouns tho) and mentions of vomit bc period cramps SUCK :(

a/n: hey so um ik i said i was ONLY gonna write havik, but i really wanna write something fluffy and cute soooo here’s some raiden x reader and rain x reader. i probably won’t do these often, since my goal of this account is to write havik and give my boy more rep. so my account may be 30% mk1 men and 70% havik from now on.

“i’m home, my love!” raiden called out, walking into the home you shared with him. however, it was quiet. too quiet.

“…where are you, my love?” raiden nervously called out, searching around for you. usually you’d greet him as soon as he came home, and would offer to spend time with him. a pit formed at the bottom of his stomach in fear. did you possibly get hurt, or worse, killed?

“i’m in here.” you croaked, on the bathroom floor.

raiden let out a sigh of relief at the sound of your voice, then immediately ran to your side.

“beloved? what’s wrong? are you ill?” he asked. he noticed your hair slightly disheveled, and you were clutching your stomach.

“no, i’m feeling great.” you replied, sarcastically. “i don’t think i’ve been in this much pain before. i’m on my period.”

“oh… i see.” raiden sighed. “i wish you didn’t have to feel this way. is there any way i can help you feel better?”

“thanks, but your support is enough for me. i don’t think there’s anything to do about my cramps.” you gave him a small smile, trying to ignore the pain.

“no, there must be something i can do.” raiden mumbled. “stay here, i’ll be right back.”

you looked up at him in confusion, as he gave you a quick kiss and left.

he returned a few minutes later, with a couple bags in his arms full of treats and pads.

“would this be enough to ease the pain? or at least distract you? i can always go back to the store and buy some more-“

“no, no, this is enough. i really appreciate it, thank you so much raiden.” you interrupted, engulfing him in a hug.

“it’s the least i can do. you’re in a lot of pain right now, i want to help you feel better.” he explained.

he picked you up from the floor, and led you to a couch in front of the television.

“let’s watch some movies. maybe johnny’s got a funny film to keep your mind off of the pain.” raiden said, as he tucked you in the couch and made sure you were comfortable with a blanket and snacks.

you sighed. “i don’t deserve you, raiden.”

“i should be saying that to you.” he replied, starting the movie and pulling you in for a kiss.

-

rain sighed as he walked inside your house, looking for an escape from his shitty day. you usually helped distract him from his bad days, and he was always relieved to come home to you. but this time, he didn’t see you at first.

“i have returned, my dear.” he called out. but he got no answer.

he didn’t jump to conclusions, and thought you were most likely asleep, since it was quite late. you usually stayed up just to greet him, but rain assumed you decided to go to sleep that night.

rain took off his shoes and got into more comfortable clothes, prepared to join you in bed and go to sleep. until he noticed you weren’t in bed. the only thing he saw was a small stain of blood.

did something happen to you? were you injured and taken away? did he finally receive karma for his wrongdoings, and you were punished for it? no, it couldn’t be. he must check the house. you had to be somewhere.

“darling? are you in here?” rain called out, trying to hide the slight nervousness in his voice. he is no stranger to loss, but he could not accept the loss of his beloved.

“i’m here, zeffeero. don’t worry. i’m sorry i didn’t wait for you today. i just.. feel terrible.” you explained, as he found you curled up next to the toilet.

“i was terrified for a moment. you made me think you were horribly injured.” rain sighed.

“i might as well be, since i’m on my period. my cramps are so bad, i haven’t been able to move from the toilet. i threw up a few minutes ago.” you admitted. rain’s expression softened.

“i see. my apologies for getting mad. so.. did you stain the bedsheets?” he asked.

you didn’t answer, in embarrassment. you just nodded.

“no need to be ashamed. you didn’t mean to. please stay here, i will take care of it.” rain reassured, as he stood up and went to clean the bedsheets.

a few minutes later, he returned and led you back to bed, tucking you in to the newly washed sheets.

“try to go to sleep. perhaps your pain will dull by morning.” he advised, as he turned and went to sleep next to you. you tried to go to sleep as well, but the pain was too strong. you couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried.

after what seemed like an eternity, rain woke up in the middle of the night. he turned and noticed you were still wide awake.

“you haven’t slept, have you?” he whispered.

“i tried.” you whispered back.

rain got up from the bed and left. he returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea he made.

“drink this. it should ease your pain, and help you feel a bit drowsy so you can sleep in peace.” he explained, handing you the tea in bed.

“thank you, zeffeero. you didn’t have to.” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he crawled back into bed.

“well, i’m certainly not going to let you be in pain the whole night, am i?” rain replied, and you both sat in comfortable silence as you drank the tea slowly. you did feel slightly better, and decided to go back to sleep. he wrapped his arms around you and held you until you finally dozed off.

although rain didn’t get the comfort he desired that night, he felt a different type of comfort. by taking care of you.

[elfqueen006]

Look Through Me

Mime!Jack (Jacque) x Reader

Cw: fem reader, voyeurism, masturbation, emotional manipulation and all that ill shit.

MINORS DNI OBVIOUSLY.

Based off this illustration by The Sauce

You lay up in your bed, limbs splayed out, staring frustratedly up at the ceiling. You’ve been pretty pent up lately. You’ve tried putting your hand in your pants a few times, trying an experimental roll and tug of your clit. Though your mind keeps drifting to uncomfortably familiar imagery: fluffy ginger hair, freckles on fair skin, pouty pink lips.

You grimace at the realization. You miss Ian.

Despite him cheating on you… betraying you, you’d spent a large portion of your life together. Not just as lovers, but as best friends. Though you were guiltless about sending him away, you missed his presence more than you cared to admit. How he hugged you from behind in the early mornings; kissed your neck while his hair tickled your skin; how his voice had a pleading lilt when he begged you to touch him…

You jolt, coming out of a daze when you realize you’d gotten yourself wet from thoughts of your ex. Your slick gathers on your thumb and forefinger. You sigh, it’s been a while since you felt this way. There were plenty of times Ian had offered to give it to you like he always did, ‘for old times sake’ he said. Though you turned him down everytime. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing you still missed his body, and you damn sure wouldn’t let him have yours again. Not after what he did.

You tug at your clit again, a shiver running up your spine at the action. Then, you run your finger up your slit before plunging it through your puffy folds. A groan draws out of your throat. 

You’ve accepted that you miss Ian. But he doesn’t have to know that. It’s just you here.

“Oh~” Your back arches as you finger yourself, hips undulating with each pump. The sound of your heart is ringing in your ears. You can barely hear it over your heavy breathing. It’s comfortably dark behind your eyelids, though you can’t help but as if the darkness is staring back. Your eyes flutter a bit when you push yourself closer to that edge. Then you try an experimental call of your ex’s name,

“Ian…” it’s a whisper. You imagine his whine of your name. His arms on either side of your head while he grinds into you. Your hips buck, “Ian…!” You call once more, your voice strained and pleading. Your eyes feel like they’re rolling over as your eyelids flutter once more, “Ian-”

Your eyes catch something in the dark. A looming figure. Tall and monochrome with only hints of color like a refraction prism. It's Jacque… 

It’s Jacque.

“Jacque! Shit- Ooh!” You end up tipping yourself over the edge without even realizing, startling yourself into a ruined orgasm. It feels less like you’ve achieved climax and more like you’ve spilled putty on your crotch. You’re about to scold him, but the moment you look up Jacque is already out the room, the door creaking in his wake.

You simply flop down onto your pillow, feeling tired and gross. You’ll clean yourself up soon. But right now you have to piece together what the fuck just happened.

You’ve never been so eager to go to work.

You’re awake before your alarm gets you. And you’re relieved to find Jacque doesn’t wake you like he usually does.

You know just what clothes to throw on - a simple tee and a pair of shorts for warm weather, and just enough so you won’t feel stuffed under your uniform apron. Thank goodness that tacky fifties style dress shirt was optional. Even still, you were suddenly very appreciative of your job today. You needed a long and uneventful day of work - or maybe it was super eventful. The whole shop could be chock full of Karens for all you cared, so long as you didn’t have to think about what happened last night. 

After doing away with the hygienics, you’re on your way out the door, though halfway down the apartment steps you get a call from your manager, Barry.

“Hey there!” He says, and no matter how eager you are for work, his chipper voice will never be not annoying to listen to.

“Hey there, Barry, I’m on my way now.” You reply.

He laughs, “I’m glad to hear it, but right now we won't be needing your services. Carol finally came off of sick leave and now you don’t have to come in on your day off! Bet you’re happy to hear that, huh?”

A breeze passes over, making you feel light enough to blow over.

“Hello?”

“Yeah…” Your voice comes out broken.

“Everything alright? You sound…off.”

“Oh no!” You cough when your voice goes up an octave, “No, I’m just… relieved! Thank you so much for letting me know! I was stressing about it all week.” It was only a little true. You have been stressed about work lately, but not above your normal level of being so. But of all the worst times to be given your well deserved day off…

“So, I’m gonna go and enjoy my day off now, bye!”

“Uh, bye. See you next-” Click.

You turn back, looking up to your apartment door. “Fuck.”

When you slink inside your apartment, who else do you find in your living room but your ‘best friend’. Jacque sits primly on the couch, watching a cheesy sitcom with a placid expression. The glow of the TV illuminates his white face paint, giving him an almost ethereal look. Noticing you standing in the doorway, he slowly turned his head to you. A subtle raise of his eyebrows show he’s surprised to see you haven’t even been gone a minute.

“Barry gave me the day off…” You said.

He gives a nod with a curt smile. He’s happy for you.

You gesture vaguely to your kitchen, “Guess I’ll get myself some breakfast.”

At this Jacque immediately gets up, eager to cook for you like he always does. You wave him off, “No, no! Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll just make some cereal.”

The mime side steps you and blocks you off from the kitchen. He takes your hands in his, giving them a firm squeeze. You look into those dark doe eyes, and you have to force back a chill from coming up your spine. Any other day they’d be adorable, and they are. But after remembering how they were practically staring into your soul while you touched yourself… 

You immediately break eye contact.

Jacque gets to work in the kitchen like usual. It’s crazy though, the skills of this man; he isn’t in there for five minutes and there's the smell of flapjacks, bacon, and eggs. Each frying separately. It's like he manifested the breakfast essentials out of thin air, despite you not being on a grocery run in a week. And was that a fucking custom apron he was wearing?!

You decide to take a sit down at your dining room table. Watching this is making your head hurt.

With your palms covering your face, shrouding you in temporary darkness, all you can think back to is Jacque’s voyeuristic gaze. It seems like even then they were all you could see. You didn’t know if he was smiling, disgusted, confused… You might feel better if he was any of the latter. It’d be reasonable. It’d be right. Not the possibility that a mime, a children’s performer, could be slinking inside your room like a common pervert to watch as you called out for your ex.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is too weird. You can’t let this go.

The smell of breakfast hangs heavy in the air. Though the lead in your stomach is heavier.

“We need to talk.” You said, your voice sounding new and serious.

There’s shuffling in the background, and the sound of frying stops. You turn to see Jacque looking at you expectantly, hands clasped together. You stand up and stare him head on.

“What you did last night was …unacceptable,”

Jacque is silent.

“I mean I don’t even know why you did it, I almost want to apologize because…you are still a guest in my apartment, it would feel a little weird if your host was caught…you know, in the same area- but we weren’t even in the same area, you were in my living room where you should’ve stayed and just… Why man?”

No response.

“...Maybe we should set some boundaries. Because… this cannot happen again. I’m very uncomfortable and you should be too.”

Jacque holds your stare for a moment, then slips off his oven mitts. “Do you miss Ian?” He signs.

“...Say again?”

“Do you. Miss. Ian?” 

“No.” You lie.

“Why did you call him?” He signs.

“Because...”

“Because?”

You groan, “Because I was horny. Is that what you want me to say, Mr. Mime? I was pent up! I have needs that I should be free to satisfy in an isolated part of my home without the interruption of an indeterminate house guest!” You huff and fold your arms, feeling yourself getting heated from the neck up. And to add to the embarrassment, you’re tearing up, more out of frustration than anything. You flinch at the sudden feel of soft fabric caressing your checks. Jacque thumbs away your tears, and he gives you a sorrowful look.

“Look, it’s fine I just-”

He shakes his head.

“Really Jacque if you could just- dammit!”

When you try jerking away from his hold he pulls you in a tight hug, your head pressed against his broad chest. You struggle against him, though he doesn’t budge. Eventually you stop struggling and give in to letting him hug you and gently rock you side to side. He trails a hand up and down your back before kneading his fingers through your hair. It’s annoying how weirdly relaxing it is despite everything… he’s got no right making you feel this way.

Jacque pulls back slightly to cradle your face. He searches your eyes for more tears.

“I…I’m fine. For real this time,” you said. The smile he gives is earnest and so damn sweet. You stop him when he turns to the kitchen again, “Jacque. I do miss Ian.”

Jacque furrows his brows, obviously concerned - no - troubled at this revelation, though you defend yourself, “It-It’s only because…I’m not used to anyone else. Everything before then has just been me and him,”

“Him and I.” He corrects.

“Don’t talk to me about grammar…” You sigh, “Listen, all I’m saying is I’m ready to move on. Still, I’ve been lonely… So I need you now more than ever.” As you say this, you take his hands in yours, finally mustering the courage to look into his eyes. 

He strokes a thumb over your fingers before leaning in to hug you. You accept it gracefully, not even flinching when he caresses your waist. He’d be here for you, and whatever you need.

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OOookay! So obviously I kind of half-assed it near the end and the original ending was gonna be of him and the reader getting it on by the table and hearing hints of his voice via breathplay. Bc he was gonna be breathing in their ear. Yknow, like an "oooh clever" moment.

Buuut I couldn't do that bc I used up my supply of sexy when writing the masturbation scene for this and I drained myself over this fic and I'm ready to move on. Even still, I hope you all enjoyed regardless!

Stay sweet <333

[luveline]

zombie au with Steve where he trains reader in a little hand to hand after she was nearly attacked because the thought of losing her makes him physically ill? I've been thinking about them a lot recently and I miss them

hell yeah kisses u. thanks so much for your request! ily ♥︎

When Steve wakes you up, he's neither kind nor cruel. He shakes your shoulder insistently, and you blink against the starched fabric of his jeans.

"Up," he says.

You blink some more. You've learned to accept Steve for how he is, which is, under the circumstances, sort of strict. You owe him a lot — he's kept you alive this long. You can't find it in yourself to be annoyed at him, even as he slides your face off of his leg and you get a mouthful of leaves.

"I thought we got to lie in today?" you ask drowsily. You're camping a couple of miles from the state line, waiting for signs of life.

"I know I said that, but I've been thinking, and I have some stuff I want to go over with you."

You sit up and stretch until your back clicks. Steve's already standing, folding your tarps and blankets up to stuff back in your backpacks.

"What kind of stuff?" you ask.

You like Steve more than he knows. As in, you harbour an ill-timed affection, and so getting to sleep in his lap has made you stupid. You're feeling better than you have in weeks, about as good as you'd felt when he hugged you after the hot pretzel incident. He bends at the waist and you look over his face fondly, the soft slope of his cheeks, his lashes skimming the delicate skin under his eyes.

"Self defense."

You try not to dawdle, re-lacing your shoes in a hurry and standing up to help him kick out the smouldering remains of your campfire.

"You know self-defense?"

Steve looks at you, and you get all excited because he doesn't look mad. "Not really. I'm hoping we'll learn as we go." He strokes his overgrown hair out of his eyes. "I don't want you to get cornered again."

You wince. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No, don't be."

You still feel awkward. It had been a point of contempt between you both for a few tense, quiet days. You'd been cornered by a girl, a real, living girl, and she'd hit you hard and stolen your pack. Your lucky she hadn't killed you, double lucky that all she managed to steal was pudding and stale twinkies.

Steve had been so mad.

Or so you'd thought.

You'd apologised to him, unable to stand the distance between you both, and you'd cried buckets from the guilt of it all. I'm sorry, Steve. I'm stupid. I'm an idiot. I let her get the better of me.

And he'd broke, said, "That's not what's bothering me. You could have been killed."

Steve Harrington cares about you undeniably. It's maddening, and it's fuel for your misbegotten cursh.

Steve gets you across from him in a clearer part of the forest. "You gotta concentrate, okay? We need to make sure there's nothing come at us while we do this."

"I know, Steve," you say softly.

His eyes narrow at you. There's nothing mean in it. "Alright. I'm thinking we'll start with just plain old punches."

"You want me to hit you."

"Yeah. I want you to hit me well."

Everything you both know about fighting comes from Rocky II. You tuck your thumbs, try to brace your wrists as he'd done. Neither of you know the exact specifics, and you're unsure.

"Just hit me," Steve says.

"I don't want to hit you."

"I know that's not true," he jokes mildly. "Hit me. I can take it. Hit me in the chest."

You hit him. It's a love tap, really, your knuckles barely pressed to his front. He pushes your hand away. You hit him again. The force this time is enough to make him smile.

"Alright. Now hit me in the face."

You gawp at him. "Steve, I'm not gonna do that."

"It's my face or my crotch." There's a lightness behind his eyes you haven't seen for a long time. "Come on, hit me."

You genuinely can't hit him. You swing your hand toward his face and hesitate every time you close the gap.

He takes a step toward you and grabs your hand, lifting it toward his face. He presses it to his cheek. "You gotta try. I promise I can take it," he says lowly. His head tilts ever so slightly to one side. "I need to know you can hold your own."

He lets your hand go, and seems pleased when you pull it back toward your chest, gearing up. You put as much effort as your body will allow into punching him, and though you feint at the last moment, your fist connects with his cheek.

He doesn't flinch, to his credit. "Good, good job." His smile fills you from head to toe with pleasure. "Again."

You hit him again, fist slapping against his cheek with an unfortunate slap. He laughs at your shocked expression, the sound unfamiliar and sure to play on your mind for days to come.

You gear up for another punch, and this time he catches your fist in his hand and twists your arm around.

"Steve!" you yelp.

He lets you go quickly. "Did I hurt you?"

Your arm had twinged, but no. He hadn't hurt you. You square your expression and get back into position. "No. C'mon, let's go again."

You spend an hour or more like that, throwing punches, and then you swap. Steve tries to hit you, instead, and you deflect, you dodge, you redirect his hand. And despite how he'd made you really hit him, he refuses to hit you in the face, his hand stopping shy of your skin every time.

It's an admirable effort, though you don't know how effective it'll be.

He grabs a stick from the forest floor and wields it at you threateningly. "She'd cornered you because she had a knife. I know it sounds impossible, but you need to be able to knock it out of her hand. Out of anyone's hand. Don't let it touch you, okay?"

He goes for fleshy places. Your chest, your neck, your stomach. He aims for your face and you grab it on instinct, which prompts more of his impossible laughter.

"You can't do that," he denies through chuckles.

"Why?" You're sweating, hair damp and cooled with every passing breeze.

"You can't grab a knife."

"Maybe I could."

His smile fades. He holds your eyes. "Maybe you could, if you needed to. But please don't try."

You nod, breathless, and not from the exercise. "Yeah, okay."

"Are you hungry?" he asks, letting his arms fall to either side.

Steve's forehead shines in the sunlight. You resists the urge to wipe his sweat away with your sleeve. It would be so easy, to close the gap, to dote on him like you want to. But you're not sure that's what he would want, and so you don't.

"No," you say. You're always hungry these days. That question usually means, Are you starving?

"Do you want me to pin you?"

You choke on spit and breath. "What?"

He smiles and it's King Steve. "What are you thinking?" he asks, delighted. "Because we might be on different pages, lovergirl."

"Lovergirl," you repeat, dazed.

"Somebody's gonna get you up against a wall. You need to know where to aim."

Your heart pounds. You worry you've heard a footstep, turning to glance over your shoulder, but there's nobody. You and Steve alone, and he wants to pin you up against a wall and- what? Let you target practice on his crown jewels?

"Or you could pin me."

You glare at him forcefully. "You're making fun of me."

"I'm not," he says, and then, slower, "no, I'm not, I'm... Joking around."

It felt like he'd wanted to admit to something else. You're flustered and it's the apocalypse so all your senses are confused all of the time, but you think maybe, maybe, Steve might've been flirting with you.

"Okay." You throw out your arms. "Pin me."

He smirks at you. "You asked."

You let Steve pin you, and realise quickly that this isn't going to be what you'd hoped. He pushes you hard against a tree and taunts you when you can't escape, smiling and sweating. It's isn't a heated make out session or anything close, but his proud smile when you work your way out is nearly as good, and he's nice enough to help you unzip your coat when you complain of numb arms.

-

more steve zombie!au

I missed this au so much!!!!

[mirrorballhughes]

i miss you im sorry: luke hughes x adelaide hunter

hii i will be starting to write the actual fic soon! this is just gonna be a small portion of the fic on ade and luke going to UMich and meeting the hockey team :)

spring of 2021

the couple was at the hughes household with their college acceptance letters in hand. luke and adelaide were sitting at the table holding hands. adelaide was nervous, she gets good grades so she has nothing to worry about, but shes just scared of lukes reaction. the girls dream was to go to academy of arts university, that was allll way in new york. but she had some thoughts and over thought a bunch. quinn had helped ade with her decision.

fall of 2020 flashback

“academy of arts university is perfect for me q. but at the same time i think i would hate it. i just don’t think i could be away from luke.” the girl admitted, knowing quinn understands where she is coming from. the teenagers were always attached to the hip, unless they were both doing their own things. “adelaide thats totally understandable. you gotta go with your gut though. but to not be bias or anything i think you would fit in at UMich though.” quinn smiled, causing the brunette to shake her head. “they also have an arts program. a good fit for you.” ade smiled at the older boy, taking his thought into consideration, already having Umich right underneath AOAU. “thanks q. i appreciate it.” the girl hugged the boy as he rubbed circles on her back.

back to spring of 2021

“on three?” luke smiled looking at his girlfriend, then down at his letter. hughes & hunter family both counted down, “three!” the couple rushed into the envelopes going as quickly as possible. pulling the piece of paper out, reading their letters. “i got in!” they couple stood up looking at each other excitedly. “im going to UMich!” they both said at the same time, adelaide shot quinn a smile then brought her attention to luke, who didn’t comprehend what the brunette had said till it finally hit him.

“wait el, your also going to UMich? what about AOAU?” the boy questioned looking at his girlfriend. “new york is pretty far. also i feel like i wouldn’t like it. andd if i wear anything devils related i might get jumped.” she joked, causing everyone in the room to laugh, jack shaking his head at the younger girl. “i looked into it. they have a pretty awesome arts program. they were also interested in me because i used to be a field hockey player.” the girl said, causing luke to smile at el, pulling her in for a hug. “i'm excited ill be able to see you more! that means movie nights in dorms!” ade smiled, pulling her boyfriend in for a kiss on the lips, pulling away quickly as they were in front of family.

“well congratulations to you both! UMich will be honored to have you both!!” ellen pulled the couple in for a hug. they went around giving everyone a hug, ade whispered a quick thank you to quinn. “now whos hungry?”

august of 2021

summer came by fast and here the couple was now standing in the UMich campus going to find ades dorm first. the couple had found her dorm, walking in seeing her roommate wasn’t here yet. “okay let's get unpacking!” the girl cheered, looking at her boyfriend then to their fathers. quinn, jack and their moms were still at the car grabbing more of the girls' things. luke set down some boxes that he was carrying then started helping the girl set her side of the room up. they finished unpacking everything, their mothers did the last finishing touches and told them to go find lukes dorm.

adelaide found the curly haired boys dorm, “it’s down here!” she shouted waving her arms to get the group’s attention. their dorms weren’t that far from each others, lukes was on the same side as adelaide’s but in a different hallway. once the group caught up, adelaide opened the door and let luke walk in first. she followed behind him, seeing his roommate was unpacking as well. “oh hey! you must be luke, im dylan” the other brunette spoke, reaching his hand out for luke to shake it. “its nice to meet you. this is adelaide, my girlfriend.” luke pointed at the girl who waved. “its nice to meet you adelaide.” “its nice to meet you too dylan!” the pair smiled at each other then adelaide started moving lukes stuff in with the help of his brothers.

few weeks later

the couple was definitely enjoying UMich alot. they both met a ton of people and they were as happy as ever. luke wanted adelaide to come meet the hockey team, she was a bit nervous but not really. luke had met the girl at her dorm then headed to diner where the rest of the team was at. “don't be nervous love. they will love you.” luke grabbed the girls hand, noticing her shaking a little. he rubbed circles on the top of her hand to sooth her anxiety. “you got nothing to worry about. i'm here.” the girl smiled, kissing the boy's cheek as they headed down to the boy's car.

about 15 minutes later the couple was now at the diner. luke got out of the car, quickly making his way over to els side, opening the door for her as he took her hand. “if you wanna leave just squeeze my hand twice and we will go.” the boy kissed her forehead as she nodded, then they walked inside. “luke! over here!” a voice spoke causing adelaide to look up seeing a bunch of waving hands. luke smiled at his teammates then to the girl walking over there. “hey guys! this is adelaide.” the blonde smiled looking at the guys, there was about 4 people here. luke said there was 29 people on the team, counting him so the rest did not show. also by the looks of it, they are all freshmen and their faces look familiar ish.

“okay so el, this is ethan, mark, mackie and you already know duker.” she smiled at the four boys, “hi it’s nice to meet you guys. i have seen you guys around i think.” ethan smirked at the girl then to mark whose face was beat red. “what's up with estapa?” luke asked as the boy was usually hyper and talking. “well you see luke, mark was telling me about his hallway crush as he usually does right? he said she was wearing a devil's hoodie. so connecting the dots here, marks hallway crush is on your girlfriend.” mark glared at ethan, “dude!” the rest of the boys laughed, adelaide’s face got a slight tint of pink as she laughed along with them. the group got quiet realizing luke wasn’t laughing instead he was shooting daggers at mark. ethan grabbed luke and pulled him aside. “i can see the smoke exploding out of your ears right now hughesy. its just a hallway crush! nothing is gonna happen. look at the way she looks at you. she's madly in love with you.” the brunette boy reassured him as they made their way back over.

“you okay? it’s just a hallway crush. we all have them. i remember you had the biggest one on-“ adelaide stopped talking as she realized luke covered her mouth with his hand. “okay that's enough. let's eat i'm hungry.” he gently pushed his girlfriend into the booth sitting beside her. as the other 4 settled in with them, 3 on the other side and one more joining the couple. lukes hand rested on the girls thigh, watching her talk to his friends smiling to himself. luke was happy to see his friends and girlfriend get along so well. it just warmed his heart seeing his girlfriend smiling and laughing.

random facts

adelaide becomes close with mark but she only sees him as a friend and so does he. that sparkle in her eye is literally only a luke thing. but the pair just got along so well once mark stopped being embarrassed about having a hallway crush on his friend's girlfriend.

addie is also close with duker, giving the fact luke goes on mini rants about the girl in a positive manner so he knows pretty much everything about her because of the hughes brother. the pair also does tend to hangout a lot when the girl is waiting for her boyfriend to come back to his dorm after classes. out of all of luke's friends duker definitely knows her the best.

addies roommate, storm they clicked instantly. they got along so well when storm saw adelaide was wearing a devils hoodie, which made storm laugh as she was a canes fan. the pair would always sit down and watch their teams games together and always enjoyed when they played against each other. storm could basically tell you everything about luke as well. she could listen to adelaide talk about him for hours because she knew that was pure genuine love. storm was an absolute blessing of a roommate and friend. the two girls just got along so well.

storm and duker being friends only because of their roommates, they usually go on debriefing starbucks talks about the couple. the debriefing starbucks runs were only when the pair was fighting, meaning they would try to get to the bottom of the whole thing seeing who was right, who was wrong, and how to fix it. they were the ones who basically got the couple back together, they came up with this whole mastermind plan.

as adelaide was going to umich with the arts program, she was taking a bunch of classes for photography. she needed a subject to shoot so she decided to use her boyfriend as one. so during their morning practices the blonde would take some action shots of her boyfriend. as she was taking pictures of luke, some of the others caught her eye so she took pictures of them as well. she handed in the pictures to get graded on, as that was happening luke had talked to the coach to see if el could be on the ice hockey's media team.

the coach needed to see the pictures to make his decision. once she got the grade A photos back let the coach take a look at them. he approved it and then made el the media girl. she would take pictures of the team and do all the video work for any social media. sometimes she would also get to post on the ice hockeys socials at times. this made el feel closer with luke. she already knew tons about hockey before but this just opened something more inside her. she also felt this helped her get closer with his teammates, and luke really adored that.

if you guys want any extras like, certain scenarios (ex. how both of the couple are when they are jealous, how adelaide’s relationship is with quinn and jack, what songs are about luke and why, the couples reaction when luke got drafted, them at parties, hiw they got together, angst of any kind. anything like that!) but i hope you guys are enjoying this!! im having fun writting this :)

[lostarchivesoforpheus]

`•- Rest Your Head

antonio paganini x gn reader

prompt: free space

warnings: physical touch, not proofread (yet), this is so rushed im sorry :,,)) might rewrite it later

a/n: i have literally been wanting to write for antonio for almost 2 months but i had so much requests to finish. i still have some requests but i wanna focus on the event and i am unbelievably happy that i finally get to write about him oml

"What are you doing out of bed?"

You jumped slightly as Antonio suddenly came up behind you, speaking softly as he places a warm blanket around your shoulders. He sighs quietly and hugs you from behind. "You're sick, you should be resting..."

You gently nudged him and shook your head, looking over at him with a slightly tired expression, though you try your best not to show it. You shrug. "I just wanted a snack."

He huffs and tightens his hold around you ever so slightly. "If you were hungry, you could've just told me, you know. I'll get something for you; You need to focus on getting enough rest. Let's get you back to bed." Carefully, he picks you up, carrying you back to your shared bedroom with ease. He gently sets you down on the soft mattress, covering you with the rest of the blankets in order to keep you warm and comfortable. He presses a light kiss to your forehead.

"Give me just a moment, I'll get some food for you. If there's anything else you need, let me know. You know I'd never hesitate if it means making you more comfortable." He exits the room for a few minutes before returning with a small tray of food. The aroma of fresh soup wafts into your nose as he carefully places the tray in front of you.

"I could've gotten it myself, you know... I just have a cold, it's nothing serious." You grumble, but you still pick up the spoon and begin eating the soup despite the complaints. He quietly sighs and sits down on a chair next to your bed with a small, worried frown. "You keep telling me that... I just want you to focus on resting, alright? I'll take care of everything for you. You need to focus on getting better." He places a hand on your forehead for a few moments, making sure you don't have a fever. When he feels nothing out of the ordinary, he gently pats your head and slowly returns his hand to his lap. "Just... Let me know if there's anything you need, alright? I want you to recover as quickly as possible."

"I know, I know. I just don't like being sick, is all..." You shrug as you swallow several more spoonfuls of soup. He flashes a small smile, chuckling quietly at your words. He shakes his head as he speaks in a gentle tone, "No one does, my dear, but if you just let me take care of you rather than being stubborn and getting out of bed every 25 minutes, then you'll start recovering faster. Now, rest up, alright? Let me handle everything else. I don't want you to remain ill for longer than you have to."

Playfully, you roll your eyes with a small grin, accepting your defeat. You scoop the last few spoonfuls of soup into your mouth, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before taking the empty bowl from you and moving to stand. "Fine, fine. I won't be stubborn and push myself, okay? You happy?" You banter a bit, and he nods and chuckles at your playfulness. As he walks to the door, he smiles as he flicks off the light. Just before he leaves, though, he whispers.

"Get some sleep now, darling, you need it if you don't want to be sick any longer. Rest your head, you deserve it."

a/n: im probably gonna refine this later but i just wanted to go ahead and get this out cuz im super behind on the event :,) i love antonio

thanks for reading, and remember to take care of yourself!