#it's stupid and it makes me laugh very hard; anyways this guy; the little flowers are orange blossoms :)

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Fruity!/Does anyone have any orange slices?

[beoneofus]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 | 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬

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let's start off with the fact that these boys would never think about picking flowers, let alone wearing flower crowns. david got a bouquet for you once, and it was only because you were upset. he couldn't let you be sad, and he knew you loved flowers... so two and two led to four. dwayne has looked at them, and thought about gifting you them, but never really got around to it because of his pride of doing it in front of others. paul is just an airhead and doesn't really think about such things. and marko, well... he usually presses and scrapbooks them - the dead ones, anyway.

when you brought up that you wanted to do something new, the boys immediately thought sexual. let's be real, if anyone mentions that and they have a dirty mind, that's what they're gonna think. it made your face light aflame - but you instantly shut them down, waving your hands frantically and shushing their laughter.

“ s’not funny! you guys should know that's not what I meant! ”

pouting. cute, cute pouting. but of course, you quickly recover once paul goes to pinch your cheek. you swat him away, and shuffle out of of the room to fetch your latest creation.

once you're back, a grin on your face, you present the blue, yellow and green masterpiece to them. It took a lot of hard work, including the decision of which flowers to use, so you were very proud of it.

you never thought marko would burst straight into laughter though. of course, all the boys would tease you, it was fun-picking. they also had their own taste, so it was understandable if they didn't like certain things. but this? this was your pride and joy, given you didn't think you had many talents. since it was so successful, it made you very happy.

though, marko laughing and calling it childish really hurt your feelings. he was usually really patient and treated you with lots of care, including your emotions. but he didn't seem to take those into consideration when he pointed and said some pretty mean words.

“ marko, knock it off, man. ” paul slapped the back of his arm over the blondes chest, proving he wasn't messing around. he was the one who first saw the hurt flash through your eyes, and now he meant business. “ what? ” marko jeered, actually taken back. he didn't think what he said was a big deal. “ I'm just sayin’ it's girly! ”

quite frankly, it wasn't. girliness didn't exist in your mind. neither did the separation of genders; it was just stupid. paul thought the same, which is why he huffed and stepped forward, taking ahold of your hands.

rubbing his thumbs over your pinkies in small circles, he reassured you he liked it. david had shot marko a glare, and dwayne hit him on the back of his head. although you very still sensitive to the insults, you very much appreciated the others sticking up for you and comforting you. that's why you smiled to paul, and raised the crown up in suggestion.

“ make one with me. ”

paul was dumb founded at first, given he's never done such a thing. he wasn't real crafty like marko was, and well... he didn't think he had many talents. dwayne could skateboard, david could manipulate people no problem, marko had animals by his side no matter what and could master any art skill. but paul? he got high, ate, had stupid thoughts he voiced out loud, and sometimes doodled dumb shit for the hell if it. sure, he could pull off flips and shit when he felt like it.. but was that really a talent?

at first he wanted to wave you off, bit after seeing the hope in your eyes he couldn't. but, that wasn't all.

he accepted the offer, but also invited the others to tag along.

the whole thing left them bamboozled, and a bit of an argument broke out. after you begged though, and made a little deal with david, you five headed outside and to the little field of flowers not too far from the bluffs.

upon arrival, paul dragged you off to immediately collect different flowers. he was excited to spend time with you, and for you to show him how to make the flower crowns.

you two found a spot to sit, and he got to work on picking colors he liked. of course he chose red, but also orange and a nice purple. he didn't know the names of the flowers, but you informed him they were chrysanthemum's, begonia's and clematis’. they were very pretty together, and you informed him so.

paul had trouble weaving them together, given the stems were sensitive, but you showed him to go slow and take his time. It took a bit of help, but he eventually got the hang of it. you congratulated him for it, and complimented him the rest of thw way through. if paul had a tail, it'd probably be wagging at full speed right about now.

you... might've totally forgotten about the others, on accident. too busy helping paul and enjoying you guys’ time, everything else managed to slip past you. It wasn't until you heard the rustling of dwayne's leather jacket did you actually look up, away from the processing flower crown.

he held a finished product in his hands, made of yellow tulips and purple belle flowers. that took you off guard because you didn't know dwayne knew how to do such a thing. once he saw the surprised look on your face though, he quietly informed you he was watching from afar and taught himself.

a grin and compliments were given to his hard work. he smiled back, only to sit down beside you and set his masterpiece upon your head.

“ you look beautiful, darling. ”

it took everything in you not to cover your face. dwayne was quite the charmer and he always had that effect on you. so, bashfully, you turned away; going back to your weaving with puffed cheeks.

“ hey! how the hell do you twist this shit together?! ”

you'd all look over, only to see marko and david struggling. after sharing brief looks, the three of you best into laughter.

that night was a quite fun to say the least. david couldn't get it no matter how hard he tried, and marko surprisingly took longer than paul with figuring out the right hand movements. all in all, you couldn't wait to do something like that again!

[poetofthedyingstars]

mammon’s love letter | litera scripta manet

note: kind of ooc-ish but not really coz mammon wrote down his feelings remember??? he wrote everything he felt because he can't say it directly and forwardly. so that's that. hmp. ngl went crazy writing this. giggling and almost tearing up and shit. love this guy so much.

warning: slight angst, implied lesson 16 accident, fluff, mammon being open with his feelings. ENJOY READING!!!!

Dearest MC,

Ya have to know that I'm not as good with words as my brothers, unlike Lucifer or Satan or your favorite writers and poets. I ain’t a poet, MC, I’ve never written a love letter in my entire life. I’m just me. I’ve never had anyone like you or felt what I have for ya with anyone else but know that it is the most genuine thing in all three realms. I’m just so scared that eventually you would believe what my brothers say about me. That I’m a lying, cheating, good for nothing scumbag.I know I’m not perfect but I’m trying so hard to be good enough for you. Ya deserve everything nice the world can offer and I don’t know if you can find that with me. I just love ya a little too much and I kinda suck at expressing that.

You drive me crazy, you know that? I want to tell you how much I love you but you make me malfunction so much, I get shy. You’re so annoying. Why’d you have to be so perfect anyways?! Your smile is perfect, your laugh is perfect, you’re perfect and everybody loves you. You just have to make everybody else fall for you and THAT scares me. It horrifies me, MC. What if you realize that they can offer you a better life? With a pool of choices that have my brothers, Lucifer especially, Lord Diavolo, Solomon and an angel like Simeon, would you still see me and choose me? (erased: I could only hope ya do, I’m your first man after all!)

You know that one poem you read to me the other day? About the one baring your soul naked and being scared of being loved and all? I want you to see me tough, someone who could protect you, someone you could count on and someone who can love you unconditionally. I already lost ya once, I wouldn't be able to bear it again if I lost you. I have no idea how you see me, you’ve a very unique way of looking at things but if I tell you that my soul is rotten, would you still love me? I’m a demon after all and there are some things I won’t be able to change. Will you put up with my bullshits? Stupid schemes and all that?

I’m trying my best to be better for you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for ya so just ask me, come to me for comfort, when you’re having your nightmares, when you need help with your homework - I may not be the best at it but it’s important for me that you know that I’m always there for you.

I love you, MC, more than words can contain and there’s no one else in this world I’d rather be with forever. You’re all I need. The greatest treasure in Devildom, Human World and the Celestial Realm. You.

Fuck you for making me love you too much. You made The Great Mammon sweep off their feet so don’t go looking at anyone else anymore, just me. I love you.

Yours, always and forever,

Mammon.

reblogs are more than appreciated, please do. comment are welcome as well so please leave some. also i know i said mammon wrote a three-page love letter but this is kinda short so i'm sorry xD just feel the rest of the letter ok?

[id: three photos aligned with each other, the first one with two ginger cats facing each other, the other leaning in for a kiss, the second photo is mammon from obey me who looks sexy, the third photo is a bunch of flowers scattered in an opened book's page. the last photo is a cropped photo with the text: “darling” in it. /end id.]

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Treat you like a queen

Summary; Billy has y/n wrapped around his little finger or so he thinks because a certain curly-haired metalhead has every intention of being with y/n and treating her like a queen.

Warnings; Swearing and fluff. A teeny bit angst.

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcome ❤ I do not give anyone permission to copy my work

💖

Eddie loathed Billy Hargrove, the guy was a massive dickhead and had the most beautiful girl in the world y/n on his arm.

Billy treated her like shit and it pissed him the fuck off. Y/n was so kind, and sweet and she didn't deserve any of it.

Billy smirks as he notices Eddie's glare and flips him off. He's just about to leave the party - he was only here to make a few dealings anyway when y/n comes in. She looks so gorgeous.

His heart twists when she heads over to Billy and he blanks her causing her face to fall. She tugs on his jacket and he turns around to face her sneering.

"What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm busy". The girl he's with laughs and y/n's face falls, she bites back tears.

"Screw you, Hargrove. I'm fed up with your shit, we're done". She storms off in tears and Billy snorts.

"She'll be back again next week". Something inside Eddie snaps and he heads toward Billy who turns his smug smirk to him.

"Fuck off freak". Eddie punches him hard and his hand aches but it was worth it to wipe the slimy look off Hargrove's face. He then proceeds to go and find y/n.

💞💞

She can't believe she was so stupid to fall for Billy's charms. He had been hot then cold for three weeks now, basically the entire length of their relationship if that's what you could call it.

He didn't care about her feelings or needs and it annoys her that she was so caught up in him. No more she affirms to herself and wipes her tears.

Someone joins her and places a hand on her shoulder, the smell of woods, pine, leather and a little weed invade her senses and she turns to find Eddie Munson beside her.

Eddie was really sweet, she liked him and she couldn't deny that he was handsome. She adored his dimples and beautiful brown eyes.

"Saw what that dickbag Hargrove did. You deserve better than him. You're...you're perfect". He blushes a bit and it's so very endearing.

"Me? she squeaks out and his gaze goes all soft which makes her melt.

"Yeah. You're beautiful and I'd love to take you on a date and treat you like a queen. I'd never hurt you as that fucker did".

His words send butterflies through her stomach and she moves closer to hum.

"I know you'd never date me though, the town freak. I get it, it's okay you don't have to pity date me or shit". Her heart aches at his hurt look and she gently takes his hand squeezing it.

"I'd love to go on a date, Eddie, I don't think you're a freak, I think you are really handsome". His face lights up and she leans over curious at how those perfect lips of his feel and kisses him.

It's wonderful, more amazing than Billy and she giggles as he pulls her onto his knee kissing her hungrily.

She pulls away slightly dazed and giddy.

"Tomorrow sound good for our date?". She asks him and he nods happily kissing her once more.

💞

The date is amazing, Eddie is the perfect gentleman and brings her flowers that he picked himself, she feels so at ease with him.

One date turns to two, then doubles until it's their first time together and she's blown away by how mindblowing that it is. How they fit so perfectly.

She's madly in love and so is he and Eddie has no trouble telling her how much he loves her, every day.

💞

Currently, she is with Eddie at the Family video store and is chatting with Robin and Steve. Eddie's arms are wrapped around her and his head rests on top of hers and he kisses her which makes her grin content.

Billy comes in and does a double take when he sees her and Eddie together. He shakes off his shock and struts over.

"Babe him? Seriously?". She fumes as he laughs and rounds on him.

"Eddie is amazing, he treats me better than you ever could and he loves me, I love him so back off". Billy's eyes widen at her shouting then he guffaws amused.

"Please... no way that freak pleases you". Her eyes narrow at him and she's quick to correct him.

"Oh, he does, way way better than you ever could. Now leave me alone. There's nothing for you here". He moves closer eyes flashing and Eddie glares at him.

"Move along. She's mine now asshole, you should have treated her better".

Billy storms out by that point and she relaxes snuggling into Eddie.

"Come on my sweet princess, let's pick a movie and go cuddle up yeah?". She nods feeling so glad she's with Eddie now who adores her as much as she adores him.

💖

[crazyf0rswayze]

can you do andrew clark headcanons dating please i am BEGGING

Yes boo

-pda really depends on what mood he's in

-and js physical affection depends but he doesn't really like it

-his love language is gift giving....but NOT receiving. He only needs you to be happy and he's ok

-"oh Andy look what I go you" "thank babe...but you know damn well you're not supposed to waste your money on me"

-youre literally his favorite person

-anyway...when y'all are in public and a guy is looking at you

-he'll wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you cheek...or literally stop in his tracks and cup your cheeks and kiss you long and hard...sometimes with tongue

-as I said in part 1....hands on you at all times if you're at a party

-makes drinks for you to make sure it doesn't get spiked or anything.

-if someone is staring at you, he'll make out with you

-also when you wear his varsity jacket and someone looks at you ...well this is how it goes

-he'll turn you around so the person can see the jacket

-and...

-"see that buddy? it says 'Aannddrreeww Cllaarrcckk'...can you read that? it means she's mine"

-you definitely smack his chest afterwards bc he's...well he's very territorial and protective

-he LLOOVVEESS complimenting you

-even on the smallest little things

-it can be from your diamond stud earring to your makeup

-anything...

-he's such a sweet boy and sweet lover but you really have to get to him and figure him out

-because he can also be an awkward lover

-hes actually a little quiet around you because he feels like he can be

-because he's so used to having to be loud and rowdy around his friends

-loves it when you guys cuddle and his hand is in your hair and you guys are deep in conversation

-always asks about your day and has deep conversations with you

-another love language is just straight up talking...even if it's stupid little things

-likes dancing with you...but NOBODY CAN KNOW!

-i feel like he gets you flowers alot

-also wether your on the cheer team or not he thinks of you as his biggest cheerleader and he gets all happy and excited when you sees you in the bleachers during matches

-his first though is 'i have to win for her'

-when you run into his arms after a match he wraps you up tightly in his arms and picks you up and spins you around

-...but that's only really when he wins

-when he loses he'll give you a hug but he won't be as excited

-anyway....

-"you made it!?" "I haven't missed a single match yet Andy"

-youd say smiling at him

-likes to leave little notes in your locker and sign them 'your secret admirer'

-even though you know it was him

-"thanks for the note Andy!" "What note....note? not me....I'm not sure who that's from...we'll have to find out!"

-he trys to sit with you at lunch, but his friends usually drag him to their table

-so he'll drag you with him!!!

-very smiley when he's around you

-you are literally his happiness

-loves spending alone time with you because that's when the real him comes out

-not the 'im faking it because I have to live up to the name'

-the name being a star wrestler

-laughs a lot around you

[softtcurse]

could you write something where mila and josie are in highschool and josie is dating this guy thats only using her for her to get to mila and they find out and josie cries to her dad and is mad at mila and mila probably gets suspended or sonething for punching the boyfriend. This is so long but thank youu :)

And I’d do it again

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Josie was a sweet soul, everyone knew this. From the time she graced the earth till the time she took her first nap. She was very mature for her age, sometimes her mom called her an old soul. Her mother always told Urban that she was definitely kissed by an Angel before being brought down to spend the rest of their years with her.

Mila Harlow was a protector at heart. She didn’t mind telling anyone a piece of her mind, no matter the cost. You always knew this. Either with a roll of her eye or a huff of her breath, Jack’s little girl was the definition of ‘don’t say nothing and there won’t be nothing”. Mila was no shy of confrontation to make sure the people she loved were always comfortable where they stood.

Putting fire and ice together only began a beautiful friendship between the two girls. They were only a few months apart, Mila being older than Josie, yet their bind was indescribable. Both of their moms would remember when they would sneak away to hide in Mila’s living room and when it was time to go back home Mila would tread down stairs with Josie behind her. Mila asking permission for her to spend the night for a sleepover.

Or better get when Josie was dealing with some no good playground bullies. And of course Mila Harlow stepped in.

“You’re just a stupid girl! With your stupid flowers” One of the older girls at the park spat at a 4 year old Josie. Who now had smushed flowers in her hands and tears stinging her cheeks as she was teased by a circle of girls 2 years older than she was. Her mother was looking down reading a book, not being able to head the commotion that was going on. Which she would later that night cry to Urban about how much of an awful mother she was despite her husbands comforting words.

“I-I’m not stupid” Josie whimpered. The dirt on her flowy white dress making her feel even more agitated, and the laughs and teases from the three girls didn’t help at all.

“Yeah you are! You’re a weirdo, everyone thinks so” The blonde girl who had pushed Josie down on the mulch exclaimed.

But little did the four of them know of the stalking 4 year old making her way to the park. Observing the situation with angry eyes and clenched fists.

“N-no” Josie sniffled shaking her head and her pig tails moving as she did so. The leader of the pack, the same blonde girl stepped an inch closer to Josie. Mila already a foot away.

“Get away from her!“ Mila yelled, her hand on her hip and her face red. No one treated her bestfriend like this. Josie immediately ran and stood behind Mila. A familiar face making her feel at ease.

“This is none of your business!” The blonde girl yelled. Threatening to push Mila. Mila looked at her as if she was stupid.

“If you touch me or Posie again I’m gonna yell to the whole park tha’ you like Jason Frecher”

“Oooooo”

The two girls that had been with the blonde girl laughed. This was news to them, and seeing their blonde friend get red faced and her eyes scanning to look anywhere else but Mila’s eyes only confirmed that it was true.

“You like Jason?”

“Eewww Naty likes Jason! Naty likes Jason!”

“I do not!”

Naty looked at Mila was pleading eyes and shook her head. “Whatever we don’t even like talking to her anyways”

And that was the last time anybody messed with Josie at that playground again.

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11tg grade was a hard year for both Mila and Josie. They had a year left until graduation and stress was at an all time high.

With that came very hormonal teenage girls, some more than others.

“Mila! What’s wrong!” You yell as you hear the door slam. Signaling that she was home, but knowing your daughter you also knew she was in a sour mood.

“Nothings wrong!” You heard a crack in her voice. Ezra who had been eating a snack you prepared for him looked at you confused. Curls falling on his eyes as he looked just as confused as you were.

Jack stepped into the kitchen. Mila running up the steps to her room.

“What the hell was that?” You asked him. Your hand on your hip.

“She wouldn’t tell me” Jack let’s out a heavy sigh. Tossing his keys on the island counter and stealing a cracker and cheese from Ezra’s plate. “Her and Josie didn’t walk out together today, so my fatherly instincts are telling me it’s something to do with that.” You smirked and rolled your eyes at his words. Walking closer to him you placed your hands on his chest and placed a soft kiss to his chin.

“Such a good dad you are Mister Harlow, now as her good dad you’re gonna go up there and bring her some tea, and talk to her about what’s going on while mom starts dinner right?” You patted him on the back and handed him a mug filled with peppermint tea that Mila usually drank when she got him from school. Jack immediately agreed and trudged up the steps, steadily to make sure not to spill anything on your freshly mopped floors.

Reaching Mila’s door didn’t take long, what did take long was for her to answer, despite Jack’s numerous knocks.

“What dad?” The tip of her nose was red, her mascara was smudged and Jack’s heart was in pain. Seeing his little girl so distraught send a wave of anger to him.

“What’s going on? Why are you crying?”

“I’m not cryin-“

“YN!”

“No dad please don’t call mom” Mila pleaded and her body shook as another wave of tears and emotions took over her body. Jack’s hand pressed against her back and he moved her to inside her bedroom.

“What happened? Why are you crying Mila? And the truth please”

“Josie hates me!” Mika sniffled and looked at Jack.

“She does not, why do you think that?”

“He’s stupid ‘boyfriend’ if you can even call him that told her that he only used her to talk to me more, and she got mad at me dad. She didn’t even wait for me to go to lunch she just left”

“Baby, why don’t you try calling her hmm? It’s all a big misunderstand between the two of you, and if that little bit knows any better he’ll leave the both of you alone for good”

“She hates me dad”

“Stop saying that Mila Isla Harlow”

“It’s true!”

“It’s not true! I’ll talk to Urbaj before dinner to night and talk about all of this with him okay? You two will fix this, you’re bestfriends! I can’t even tell you how many times Uncle Urb and I fought about petty things”

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Josie sat with her back against the wall and her headphones on her ears. Her long and thick cardigan hugging her body as she hummed with a pen tucked in between her teeth and her notebook on her lap. Checking off any question from her new life science class that she always knew, there were many few left to learn.

“Hey Mila-“

Josie’s head shot up, the hallway only littered with a few people here and there that were either walked the hallways or also in their study period.

A loud cracking sound followed suit, the tall boy Josie once called a boyfriend stood leaned back against some lockers with a shocker look on his face and holding his very much bloody nose. “What the fuck is your deal!?”

“You’re my fucking deal you piece of shit!” Next time you want to act crazy and bold it’ll be your ball instead!” Josie watched as her bestfriend yelled at the boy. Her fists clenched to her sides and she knew Mila wasn’t playing. Her threats were never empty in all the years Josie knew her. People started murmuring, and Mila’s eyes landed on her bestfriend as she stepped closer.

“Mila-“

“Don’t apologize girl, help me wash his nasty ass blood from my hands” Mila smiled and Josie did too, she stood up and gripped her notebook against her chest.

“Did you get him real good?”

“Oh yeah” Mila snorted. “He’ll be out of practice for at least two weeks”

[socheckitout-mikey]

heya birdies! here's a shorter hc piece! sorry i haven't posted much other than reblogging. it's hard to type well on my phone bc a keyboard on a computer helps the words flow better. once again, i lost an ask. will that ever not occur? probably not! anyway, here's another masterpiece of chaos for the outsiders! enjoy. (': - mae

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

How the Curtis Gang and Shepard Brothers Flirt Hc's:

Curly Shepard:

° He flirts by being mean to you because Curly's a little shit lmaoo! He's that guy that'll get under your skin so you talk to him. I'm pretty sure at first y'all couldn't stand each other.

° He tries to be smooth, but he's not the brainiest so the lines he practiced either sound corny or dirty ngl. He did get most of them from Tim or his gang members after all. Curly is a bit of a copycat in that sense, but he's original in some stupidity he pulls. He's actually incredibly funny, with a quirky sense of smoothness. 

° Deffo tried flirting with you by propping his foot on a stool, missed and face planted lmaoo. You never let him live it down, but it got him a date with you because he made you laugh a lot. So in the end, Curly's stupidity and clumsiness won! (I say that affectionately ofc! We Stan Curly Shepard on this blog.)

° He thinks flirting is also doing something that he knows is gonna get him into trouble right in front of you. Curly's a bit of a show off, isn't he? Nevermind, there's entertainment at all times in your budding relationship. Curly doesn't like to be serious too often, so you'll be in for lots of fun and trouble making!

Dallas Winston:

° Omfg is he a bastard! Flirting with Dallas is one wild ass ride. The president of the, "I Like You So I'm Gonna Be Mean to You Club". The bigger the reaction you give him, the better. And boy will he get it because he genuinely does have a whole arsenal of things. He'll get dirty real fast, though that's more at the start.

° He's very touchy and will sling his arm around your shoulders, a hand in your back pocket… He shows interest. Dallas is not shy!

° His eyes fall to your lips, filled with mischief and interest. An absolute tease when he leans in just a little closer, and when you're ready to kiss him, he turns away smoothly at the last second. All just to rile you up because he likes 'em feisty!

° Dirty jokes galore! He's got incredibly smooth as hell pickup lines too. When he wants to be, he can make a good impression.

Darry Curtis:

° Darry is surprisingly smooth when he wants to be. People are stunned because they don't see it coming as it's not on display often. His grumpiness disappears, replaced by a cheerful charm and smoothed features. Not an ounce of stress on his face. He's inclined to laugh more. He's still got the charm! Oh and his smile is to die for!

° He's old school and very gentlemanly. He wants to make a good impression even if you've been married for decades! Darry enjoys taking care of the one he's interested in. That'll never go away, so flirting can almost come in the form of checking up on you too. 

° Darry pulls out all of the romantic stops that he can. Expect lots of flowers and stuff - Soda had to help him arrange it all because he's so damn busy, but his intentions were definitely there. No one can deny that. He even gave Sodapop strict orders, otherwise he'd have beaten the tar outta him because Soda gets distracted easily. (Obviously that last bit isn't me being totally serious.)

° Lots of eye contact and smiling. He's got a beautiful smile - and yes, I know I mentioned that again. Darry shows interest through looking into your eyes, having a gentle arm around your shoulders and just being the gentleman that he is.

Johnny Cade:

° He's clumsy and it can be insanely challenging to pick up when he's flirting. However, he has more colour to his face than what's normal. He's a glowing tomato! 

° Johnny is genuinely interested and will say the most sincere compliments to you when he's worked up the courage to do so. I feel he would stammer a lot, but he means what he says. You can tell, and it makes you have an explosion of butterflies in your belly.

° Pda isn't his thing really. Touch in of itself can be challenging to experience, but he does try to hold your hand out in public. He always sticks by you the closest, so much so that you can practically feel his body heat. Don't take offense to this, he's way more affectionate when it's just you two. It's just that all these curious eyes on you both freaks him out.

° He goes out of his way to help you with things, even if he's not really good at it. It's his way of showing you he cares about you. Johnny wants to feel like he's worth something, and how he does this is by getting his hands a little dirty for you. It leads to a lot of wholesome or even funny moments. The more he does this without you protesting, the more comfortable he gets around you.

Ponyboy Curtis:

° He's clumsy too in his approach. He blushes sm but he tries to be flirty. He fails, but not without you giggling. He gets real mopey, but adores your sudden affection. Pony is just embarrassed.

° He's kind, helping you with any of your school work as he enjoys spending time with you. Gets all dreamy eyed when you're there, and you'll catch him daydreaming - even when you're talking. He just sorta gets lost, guys. Earth to Pony!

° Compliments you sincerely and smiles a lot more. Suggests that you guys go see a movie together. This is a huge step, because as we know, Ponyboy doesn't like watching movies with other people. However, he feels comfortable with you, knowing you won't intrude in his mental space by gratingly talking through said movie.

° Ponyboy shares things with you that he never shares with anyone like movies, books, sunsets, etc. If he's talking passionately about something to you then it's a good sign. He loves listening to your passions too. He can wrap his head around a lot of different topics all at once. All I can see now is Ponyboy just swooning over you silently with a whimsical sigh as you chat about your latest interest. Absolutely wholesome!

Sodapop Curtis:

° Sodapop flirts to the max with you! He makes it very obvious that he's into you whilst also remaining cool and smooth. He's got a knack for sweeping you off your feet, it feels like you're in a romance movie!

° Sometimes it can be challenging to see when he's interested or just flirting for the fun of it. The lines can be blurred because of how friendly he is. Yet do not let that deter you. When Sodapop is seriously interested, you can tell with the sparkle in those gorgeous, dreamy eyes of his.

° He gets your number with a smooth pick up line! He's also touchy since his love language is touch. Not inappropriately of course, but what you're comfortable with: Holding hands, his hand in your back pocket, an arm over your shoulder, etc. Sodapop is drawn to you like a fly is drawn to honey, but not obsessively. He knows the balance and picks up quickly what you are and aren't comfortable with.

° Asks you out or takes you to a party. His entire attention is on you. He wants to show people how much fun y'all are having. Sodapop is very direct, but he can also be coy. He likes a bit of a chase, but he carries himself with sweet gestures, yet flirtatious advances. He knows how to have you swooning over him in seconds.

Steve Randle:

° Oh boy, you're not prepared for Steve Randle. He's smooth asf and that wise cracking attitude either grates on your last nerves or makes you think he's slick enough to date. There's no in between, but whether you hate him or not at first, it doesn't matter, he somehow gets you to be fond of him soon.

° Soda is his wingman for sure, helping him feel better about himself. He gasses him up to you, which makes him feel less nervous about asking you out. He wants to make a good impression. Besides, Sodapop helps ease your nerves too! The bridge that causes you both to meet.

° Steve is more physical. He likes to have a hand on you at all times. He isn't shy at all, but he tows the line of respect very well. Only gets more dirty if you're into that kinda thing lmaoo.

° He's the type to wink at you and shit lol. It's actually not embarrassing or cheesy at all. Sometimes you'll look up from across the room at a party and he's half listening to Soda while he's getting your drinks. You catch him looking at you with those pretty blue eyes and he just winks in a way that makes your heart throb. You have to look away. It only makes him approach you, whispering, "Whatchu hidin' those pretty eyes from me for?" right into your ear as he hands you your drink.

Tim Shepard:

° He fights Dallas for the presidential spot of the "I Like You So I'm Gonna Be Mean to You Club" lmaoo. However he has a lot of charm. His handsomeness also helps. He's a ladies man after all! Tim is swooned after by many women, but he's got his eyes set on you.

° Once again, physical touch and flirty comments galore! It's the one time Tim is the most talkative. He is adventurous, pulling you in tow. He's eager on the inside, but smooth and mysterious on the outside. Everything you say and do he notices, he just might not make it apparent.

° Really observant so he knows quite quickly how to get you into his good graces. It's like a gift he has. He also is the type to tease you a little mercilessly when you've done something cute or whatever. He can't help it. Any excuse to get you even a little embarrassed without outright humiliating you gets a kick out of him. He enjoys it when you smack him playfully on the arm when he's made a dirty joke, because you're relaxed.

° Tim is the type to walk or drive you home. It's sort of sweet, but he just says he's going in that direction anyway lol. He usually isn't. He's a protective boyfriend, and wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let you run off on your own and you got jumped. He's adamant about it too, and when he can't, he gets someone he trusts from his gang to walk you home.

Two-bit Matthews:

° Two does what he does best, which is to make you laugh. He loves to see and hear you smile and laugh. Bonus points if you're crying and wheezing! He enjoys someone that can have easy banter with. So the more that you poke fun back at him, the more he's gonna be into you.

° He's such a dork with his cheesy pickup lines. He has no shame, people! Two has the corniest jokes and lines, they make you roll your eyes and shake your head. He's so much fun to be around, because one moment you could be talking, the next you're swing dancing like no tomorrow! Absolute chaotic spontaneity.

° Puts up the charm, loving how you keep up with him. He's witty and likes witty people too! Two enjoys your sense of humour - even if it's a little quirky. He can do quirky without any trouble, just be warned he's got a dirty mouth, especially when drunk. So dirty jokes are definitely on the menu.

° Physically affectionate to the point where he may not get that he's going a bit overboard. He's not out to make you uncomfortable, but being boozed up all the time and not taking things so seriously can get in the way. But nothing funny I promise. Besides, I think Two-bit just likes to be around you so much anyway.

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OC Interview Questions: Valerie Rose Barrère

Tagged by @ghostoffuturespast thank you! Love these little games and writing practices. Also needed to think how my V would actually answer these questions...

[Mama Welles' on a Saturday night.]

V (reading a book on the couch with her feet up): "What are you two giggling about over there? It's suspicious and I don't like it." Misty (cuddling with Jackie on the opposite end of the couch): "Oh, we decided to make you a dating profile." V (initial confusion followed by a bit of rage): "A dat… The fuck?" Jackie (with the laptop): "You need some action, hermana." V: "No. Absolutely not. Delete that shit right now." [Jackie gives V his best puppy dog eyes.] V (waiting a moment): "Uggh. Fine… I'm gonna regret this." Jackie: "Heh, wasn't actually sure that was gonna work." (straightening himself out to look more serious) "Nickname?" [V gives Jackie a bombastic side eye.] Jackie: "Oh right!" (Types the letter as he says it) "V." Misty: "Height?" V: "5ft 3in." Jackie: "Gender?" V: "Seriously, Jack?" Jackie: "What? I don't want to assume." V (sighing, realizing he has a valid point): "Sure. Female." Misty: "Orientation?" V: "Straight I guess?" Jackie: "Nationality and… or… ethnicity?" V: "Uhh, my mother was Scottish/French and I think she said something about my father being Finnish. Anyways, born and raised in Heywood." Jackie (speaking the words slowly as he typed his version): "White. Very white. Heywood born and bred." Misty: "Star sign? I know this one already. Sagittarius." [Updating to Libra - forgot it's actually been official, and I stick with a lot of canon] Jackie: "Favorite fruit?" V: "Honeydew melon." Misty: "Favorite season? Autumn, right?" V: "You got it." Jackie (using his most delicate voice): "Favorite flower?" V (sharply): "Snapdragons." Misty: "Your favorite scent?" V: "Oh man… I have so many… cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, bergamot, books…" [Misty nods in agreement, thinking of her favorite incense in the shop.] Jackie: "Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?" V: "Tea usually. I'm… selective when it comes to coffee." Jackie (types and mutters): "Psh. I'll say. Can never bring you coffee anymore." Misty: "Average hours of sleep?" V: "9 to 10. I get cranky with less." Jackie: "You sure do." V (annoyed, raised voice): "Do you want me to finish these questions or not Jackie?" Jackie (puts his hands up in surrender): "Alright alright… I take it you didn't get your beauty sleep… princess." [V punches Jackie pretty hard in the arm.] Jackie (rolling over holding his bruised arm, laughing): "Oww…ahah… oww. Heh." V: "Misty, if you'd please take the rest of the questions… unless you want to drag an oversized bodybag out the door." [Jackie flashes V a stupid grin.] Misty: "Dog or cat person?" V: "Hmm… It feels like cheating to say both. Maybe I lean towards dogs. It's been awhile since I've seen one though." Misty: "Dream trip?" V: "Europe maybe? I don't know if there's anything left of my parents over there but I guess I'm curious." Misty: "I'd love to go back to Poland one day. Favorite fictional character?" V: "Probably… Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo. It was one of my mom's favorites." Misty: "Number of blankets you sleep with?" V: "Zero or one… It's just too damn hot." Misty: "Aaand last one." V: "Oh thank god." Misty: "A fun fact?" V: "Uhhh. I guess… I enjoy retro video games?" Misty: "OK. Published." V: "Now will you two leave me be?" [bing.] Jackie (throwing himself at the computer): "Ooh! Look! Matches already, chica!" V (snatching the computer out of Jackie's hands): "Wait what? Lemme see." [V scrolls a bit, the reflection of the screen lighting up her face in the dark room.] V: "No. Noo. Definitely not. No." Jackie (takes the computer back): "Lemme take a look… I'll find you someone... Here! This guy looks promising, huh?" (excitedly turns the screen to face V.) V: "Oh. Damn. Lemme take a closer look… Nah. What a damn shame. He's NCPD."

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Dinner Date Chapter 25

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Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense

Chapter 25: Most Girls

Chapter Summary: Steve is very attractive. Staking a claim, though, is too complicated. What to do…

Chapter Word Count: 906

A/N: I wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this, but it’s kind of cute and I’m still working on stuff. Please enjoy and hopefully I will see you with something more substantial next month <3

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Steve did end up in the weirdest situations sometimes.

Like, even for him it wasn’t normal to have no less than three people hit on him in the span of a single morning, and yet here I was, watching a particularly pernicious panther of a woman latch on with teeth and refuse to let go.

Maybe I was a little bored if that sounded like more fun than seeing this lady lay her perfect nails on his arm and not take a hint about it until he sloughed her off. Admittedly it was a nice manicure, understated with a very pretty color and shine, but still. The first person to hit on him was forgettable, but I missed the gym bro; at least he had been kind of sweet about the whole thing. To the point I was a little jealous– if Steve was single, I bet he would have gone for him. As well he should, but it was hard sometimes not to feel like dead weight when looking at such a nice and handsome guy flirt fairly sweetly with my boyfriend.

Not so with this one. She had a good body she obviously took the time to care for, an absolutely gorgeous sleeve tattoo of skulls and flowers and other things covering one of her well-toned arms, and she wasn’t so self-conscious she couldn’t immediately do a U-turn on her run and come talk to Steve with a flushed face and fly-aways in her pretty red hair. However, Steve was not into it, and still she pushed. It was grating, but hard to know how to deal with when Steve had forgotten his phone at home so we couldn’t fake a text, and I couldn’t just wrap my arms around his other one to make a point. Then again, if I did that, she’d probably spend enough time laughing at the thought that we could make a clean getaway.

It would probably be better than listening to how she was ‘so different’ from her co-workers and friends and would rather spend a weekend watching sports and drinking beer than going out for wine and mimosas, and did she mention all the self-defense and martial arts classes she took? It was…fine, if that was what she liked, but I was a little offended on behalf of the very nice co-worker I once had shared cubicle walls with who loved brunch and sundresses, and who also loved baseball so much she could recite stats at the drop of any of her very fashionable hats. Or the lady in payroll who had negative interest in comic books, who nevertheless sought out advice and spent lunch breaks doing research on them because her nephew was coming to live with her and she wanted to help him feel at ease, so she dove into what he liked so they could have something to talk about.

‘Girl’ was such a stupid category; what even counted for what ‘most’ liked anyway?

Steve nudged me and I looked up. “Time?” I asked, and because the lady was looking at me like she didn’t know what to make of me, I pulled out my phone in case I did have to pretend to be on the way to something.

“Yeah, don’t wanna be late,” Steve said, catching on, and I stood up. I gave the lady another glance and felt taken aback at just how disappointed she looked. Sort of…lonely. It made me a little sad, honestly.

“I really love your tattoo,” I said, because it was a work of art and I imagined that had been ninety-percent of Steve’s focus when trying to find something to talk about that wasn’t dating. “It’s beautiful.”

She actually gave me a nice smile. “Thank you,” she said. She nodded at Steve, and after they exchanged polite goodbyes, she went on with her run.

“She wasn’t so bad,” Steve said as if trying his best to concede a point in her favor.

I rolled my eyes and walked right next to him. “She made you uncomfortable.”

“Honestly I wonder if that’s just my default with people these days,” he said. “That guy was nice and still I… Maybe I’ll just never get used to people hitting on me.”

“It probably sucks.” I bumped into him. “Sorry I can’t be a good possessive partner and stake a claim in public or whatever.”

He snorted and when I looked, he had a little wry smile. “Why do I get the feeling even if we were public, you’d let me fend for myself?”

“Eh, I might if you really wanted me to.” I looked around and, seeing no one looking, dipped my head against his shoulder in a very brief but very blatant show of affection. “By the way, sorry but I am like most girls. I hope that isn’t a dealbreaker.”

He snorted, and his smile grew. “You? Really?”

“Yeah. I’m also like most women, most men, most boys, and most other genders, because most girls, like most humans, are actually really fucking weird,” I said. “Hope you can deal.”

He shook his head and sighed dramatically. “Wow. I don’t know how I’ll handle the shock of this completely unexpected revelation about you; I– ow did you just twist my nipple?!”

I smirked and moved away from him, even though we were coming out to a busier street and he couldn’t get away with returning the favor. He did move to get closer to me though, scowling and looming, and I laughed. “I sure did,” I said and grinned at him. “Stop the sarcasm though and I’ll save the rest of it for when we get home.”

He grumbled and rubbed his chest. But he did, notably, stop the sarcasm.

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[k8fics]

omg can you pleaseeee do headcanons for Johnny Knoxville x someone on the jackass team but not part of the main team— like their lawyer or finance person and she always gets annoyed with him but he ends up growing on her

Birdbrain

rating: unrated — all stunts preformed by professionals.

- you’re the jackass financial advisor, and probably the most frustrated person in the world.

- as we’ve discussed, johnny’s an asshole (especially to the crew).

- you’re in the office most of the time, but you do have to go out on the sets to make sure everything is going well and planned.

- when you’re on set, he will show you around the set but not in the most professional way.

“I can’t believe we spent this much money on a porta potty flying in the air.”

“I know! It’s going to be awesome, we even have the dog shit.”

- in the office, he’s infuriating: he’ll prank you nonstop and would talk your ear off at meetings.

“No, Johnny. Steve-O is not allowed to bit by the deadliest snake in the world.”

“Okay… What about me instead?”

“As much as I would love that; no.”

- you hated everything about him.

- his stupid hair, his obnoxious laugh, his pretty smile-

- to be honest, you just worry about johnny a lot. the concussions, the constant bumps and bruises, and the several hospital trips; it was starting to get to you.

“Johnny! Are you okay? Oh my god, you’re so stupid.”

“Is Butterbean okay?”

“If you didn’t have a concussion, I would smack you so hard.”

- but he has his good moments too. moments that could make anyone go head of heels for him.

- brings you coffee and food, gifts for basically any occasion, and (sometimes — not a lot) would apologize for the horrible antics he gets himself and others in.

- the guys are nice, and probably respected your mental health much more than johnny does.

- not saying johnny does not respect your boundaries, but we all know how he is.

- i imagine he’d be a little jealous of the other crew flirting with you. he won’t confront anyone about it, but he’ll just stare and sulk.

- johnny thinks you hate him, you think this is a love-hate relationship.

- you probably have snapped on him a few times which shocks everyone around you.

- you would definitely need some patience to deal with these people. so for you to have finally had enough and snap on anyone, especially johnny, everyone is stunned.

- he did a public “experiment” thing, which led him to be arrested. and guess who had to deal with bail? you!!

- once you guys get him out, you’ve had enough.

“Do you realize what you just did? We just had to spend $10,000 to bail you out just because you wanted to do some stupid skit!”

“Y/N, it was funny. I’ll pay it in full, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal? It’s not?? Johnny you are the stupidest person I have ever met. There is not a single brain cell in that birdbrain of yours. You know what? I’m done.”

- and you just walked out, and no one saw you for the week after.

- he’d show up to your house, flowers and all, ready to say his apologies after being yelled at by the crew for days.

- when you first see his face, you rolled your eyes and was going to slam the door on his face (very deserved) but he stuck his foot out before you could close the door.

- he’d apologize with the saddest look on his face.

- like a sad little puppy.

“What I did, it was stupid and I’m sorry. I knew that it wouldn’t turn out good, I shouldn’t have done it. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

“Johnny, please don’t apologize just to apologize. I don’t think that job is for me anyway.”

“What are you talking about? You’re amazing at your job. The crew, everyone, loves you! I get it, I’ve been an asshole, but I can change. I can be smarter, even with a birdbrain.”

“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt..”

- you were about to be continue, but not before johnny grabbed your face and kissed you.

- he pulled away a second later, although you pulled him back into another kiss.

“So... Do you want to come in? Maybe?”

- you guys talked (and other stuff..) the entire night away.

- no one was really surprised by the news, everyone knew johnny liked you, and that you were charmed by him.

- he would probably love having you on camera, you absolutely hated it though.

- he’d address you as a “big-brained finance manager.” you hated that title.

- johnny’s a sweetheart though; he’ll go to your office everyday just to talk, bring and eat lunch with you, and drop you off & pick you up from work.

- you become very giving with the stunts. instead of being closed off from his stupid ideas, you’d listen to him and try to give him suggestions on safe and cheaper ways to make the stunts/skits actually happen.

- power couple in my opinion.

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this parallels a lot with my other headcanons. what can i say? i’m a horrible writer. anyways i hope you enjoyed and that it’s what you were asking!

[rezzyromance]

How would the four lords react if their s/o suddenly says, “I think I’m in love with you,” while watching them do something mundane, eg. Alcina putting on her lipstick, Heisenberg tinkering with something, etc.

This makes me so happy :,)

Alcina

You lay on the large bed you and Alcina shared. It was made to fit her, so to you it was like an ocean of soft mattress and silk sheets. You were so comfortable, although the presence of your lover would make the situation all the more comforting. Instead of laying with you, she was hurrying to get ready for a meeting Mother Miranda had called together. She always made sure to look her best before leaving the house. You lay on your side and prop your head up with your hand, all your weight put onto your elbow. You watched as she sat down in front of her mirror to do some touch ups on her makeup.

"I wish you didn't have to go. I wish you could just lay here with me." you complain. "I know my dear. I'd love nothing more than be able to spend my time with you, lazing away, but I'm afraid this meeting is very important." her tone was soft and sweet. It was a tone she only spoke to you in. You sigh and continue to stare at her, admiring the way she gently bounces her hair in her hands to make sure it sits perfectly. She notices you staring through the mirror and can't help but smile as she reaches for her favorite lipstick.

"I'm surprised you haven't burned a hole in me with that stare of yours." she says before parting her lips to apply her lipstick.

"I think I'm in love with you.", you lovingly say. It wasn't odd or out of the ordinary. You told her that you loved her often, but there was something special about the way you said it this time that made her freeze. Her eyes grew wide for just a second as a blush began to rise from her pale cheeks. She turns to face you, intensely staring into your eyes as the corners of her lips perk upwards into a pleasant smile. "Oh my sweet (Y/N).", she stands up and walks over to you before placing a kiss on your lips, leaving a red stain from her lipstick.

Donna

You yawn as you curl up comfortably in a chair with a hot cup of tea in your hands. It's not a yawn of boredom or exhaustion, but a yawn of comfort. The type of yawn your body produces because it's so at peace that life itself begins to lull you to sleep. You were watching as Donna sewed a brand new dress for one of her dolls. She had taken off her veil to do this, not wanting any lack of vision to ruin her progress. The dress was beautiful. She had been working on it for days. It was a small, pink and flower patterned dress with white lace around the edges that Donna stared at with intensity as she attached it with her needle and thread.

No words were spoken for the entirety of her process. You sat in silence and watch through out all of it. The way her eyes never unfocused from the task made your heart flutter. The way her dainty hands held the fabric so gently caused a light smile to rest on your face. She was just so beautiful.

After a while, you decide to break the silence. "I think I'm in love with you." She gasps and nearly pricks her finger with the needle. Her whole body language changed as she nervously fiddled with a stray strand of hair with her fingers. Her shyness only made you smile harder. "I think I love you too.", she whispers before smiling and continuing with her work, attempting to hide how flustered she is.

Moreau

The light from the tv was the only thing illuminating the room. Moreau had put on one of his favorite romance movies for you both to watch. You told him you'd never seen it before and that absolutely blew his mind. How could you NOT see this masterpiece of a movie? There was no negotiating with the man. You HAD to watch it and so now here you are, curled up on the couch with him in the dark.

You had noticed out of the corner of your eye throughout the whole movie that Sal kept turning his head towards you, observing your reactions to his favorite parts of the movie. He wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy the movie just as much as he does, so you made sure to pay close attention. It was a very cheesey movie about an underdog winning the girl of his dreams who's way out of his league. But still, you pushed through.

You noticed that he hadn't looked over at you in a while. His face was too fixated on the television. You glance over to and notice something. Very subtly, he was mouthing every word spoken in the movie. You kept staring but made sure to not make it obvious enough for him to notice. Word for word, he got everything right. Every single word and sentence was right on time. "How many times has he seen this?", you wondered to yourself. Then, the movie goes silent for a second other than some cinematic music. His lips stopped moving as there were no more words to speak, but a smile grew on his face. You look to the movie and see that it was some sort of scene where the two characters have their first kiss. It's passionate and wholesome. "I think I'm love with you.", you say as you stare at him. He jumps as his shocked expression jerks from the tv to your face. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. "R-REALLY?!" You laugh at his excitement. "Of course! I know it!", you assure him before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Heisenberg

"Son of a bitch..." he grumbled quietly as he fiddled with something small in his hands. He had been working on a gift for you for a while now, but he needed it to be absolutely perfect. His face was sweaty even though he wasn't doing anything that required any hard physical labor. It was just the sheer intensity of his own perfectionism that caused such stress for him. He had a pair of glasses that he never wears on. They just help magnify things for him so he can see even the smallest little details of whatever he's working on.

"Heisey, I'm bored. Mind if I sit in here while you work? I promise I won't be a distraction.", you lean on the doorway to his workshop. "Sure but you're gonna have to sit..", he paused for a second as he dragged a metal chair across the room, setting it in a corner that's the farthest away from him. "Oh come on!", you groan. "Don't give me that bitchin'. I'm busy and this is top secret stuff I'm working on!" You groan at his ridiculousness and walk over to the chair anyway. You sat down and watched as his brow remained furrowed intensely. "Damn. He must be working on something serious." You thought to yourself. You noticed he had his tongue sticking out ever so slightly as he worked. You wanted to chuckle, but didn't want to distract him. "Stupid piece of shit..... come on....", he whispers to himself through gritted teeth.

You stared at him, captivated by his focus and intensity. Whatever he's working on must be really small because he's able to hide it from your field of vision with just his hand. He kept grunting and whispering things under his breath. You could tell he was growing frustrated with whatever he was working on. "What are you working on again?", you question. "It's a surprise.", he says bluntly. Your interest is peaked.

He looked goofy. His large body was hunched over a chair, hovering over something so small you hadn't even seen it yet. How could something so small be causing so much stress from such a large man. The absurdity of it all caused you to chuckle. "What the hell's so funny?" He sounds aggravated as all hell yet his focus never strays away from whatever is in his hands. He looked to be carving into whatever it is.

"I think I'm in love with you.", you blurt out. He responds with a cocky chuckle after pausing for a second. You couldn't tell, but in that second where he was speechless, he felt like his heart stopped. Did you really mean it? Could you really mean it? Why now? How could him in such a strange position invoke feelings of affection from you? While his mind raced, he was able to appear as if it didn't affect him. "Oh yeah? How come?" "You're just so funny looking right now. But in a cute way.", you explain. "Like, you're this big and powerful guy, but you're so stressed over something that's so smile and you're trying so hard to work on whatever it is with your giant hands. I'm not sure why, but it's just so loveable to me."

He had completely frozen during your words. He had no idea what to do. It felt as if his brain short circuited and was unable to proceed normally from that moment. "You know what. I think it's perfect.", he says before stepping away from his workshop table with his hand clasped together. He swallowed harshly as he walked towards you and revealed what was in his hands. He made a necklace all by himself with his own blood, sweat, and tears. On the front, it was his family crest. He had manage to manipulate the metal perfectly. On the back it had the word "Buttercup", engraved. You didn't hesitate to put it around your neck. "It looks even better on you.", he smirks before pulling you into a kiss.

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being the arellano's younger sibling would include...

a/n: i know it aint, i know it aint my unediting ass writing again! you know it's your girl . may be a little short but i am just dipping my toes back in. paciencia mis amores

okay but imagine being the arellano's significantly younger sister or as pancha likes to call you "the accident"

like the rest of the siblings are like in their preteens and teens at this point even javier is in double digits

then momma arellano is like surprise shawties???

and at first benjamin and dina are like ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MOM FUCK THIS YOU GOT US FUCKED UP IF YOU THINK WE'RE GOING TO RAISE ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR KIDS MOM

then your born and your mom can barely pry you out of benjamin's arms, he's just staring down at you like your god's gift to this fucking earth

whispers imagine being the families rainbow baby ANYWAYS

with that being said, you are obvi the princess of the fucking arellano gang

i need everyone to FUCKING RECALL EPISODE 2 DID WE ALL SEE HOW PROTECTIVE THE BOYS ARE OVER DINA

SCARY PROTECTIVE OLDER BROTHER VIBES, THAT I FUCKING LIVED FOR

and that's mon's older sister, can you imagine how fucking hard he would go for his younger sister??? for his nena ??? i don't think you comprehend this

but also the softness that all the brother's bring that i just ugh chef kisses get this guys

benjamin lowkey sees you as his first child, let's be real. his first like soft love. first like oh shit i love this child more than i love myself moment. i cry at the idea of like at a very young age, benjamin would bring you home flowers and he'd tell you and show you how gentlemen should treat you and carries on the tradition to his own daughters

dina sees you as like her mini me, she's taken you under her wing since the moment you could walk; typical like cool older sister that gives the best advice, talks benjamin down when you fuck up and sees so much more in you than you could ever fucking imagine. you are the embodiment of her dreams and all this family worked for.

ramon sees you as his partner in crime; you're attached at the hip with ramon since you're a baby. he's the brother who would sit on the floor and watch cartoons with you, piggy back rides everywhere, pick you up from school early to fuck it and have ice cream, but also above everyone the most protective over you. no one and i mean absolutely no one can say shit to you, about you, around you. ramon would die for you bitch you are the only reminder that this world is good and he has good left in him. he wants to live up to the ideal you've had of ramon since you were like 5

and panchita well he's the typical older brother; he convinced you that you were actually adopted, encouraged you to do stupid shit so he could laugh, launched you into pools (idk why i have the vibes he taught you how to swim), wwe body slammed you into the couches, dropped you once and got jumped by ramon for it, but would die for you. no one can potentially put you in danger BUT ME

the idea for the roxanne; well it was actually dina's idea. mom and dad 2.0 aka dina and min noticed you snuck out one night. benjamin is FLYING OFF THE FUCKING HANDLES and dina always the cool and collected one is just like we just need to make the place to be in tj a place we own. at least you'll know she's safe bacause she's not just going to stop when you blow up on her, she'll just get better

and hence the roxanne was born and like the place to be in tj, plus you don't have to pay for shit, plus vip treatment a huevo

just being a spoiled rich bby once you get older i am crying them giving you everything they couldn't have at that age

having a guard with you 24/7 like you literally joke to mon that you might as well put one literally up your ass because they are everywhere

going out for a morning jog, not without the car trailing you. going shopping? barron's coming and OH OHOHO we will get to him later because picture this you were growing up while they were making money, you went to private schools and obviously learned english... and barron originally didn't speak much spanish and you being the line of communication... i digress

the junior's are a gang of your professional bitches essentially i live for it but kitty doesn't complain about going shopping with you because he lowkey lives for it (whispers so does mon)

throwing big ass house parties i just the glam life GUYS THE GLAM LIFE

did i mention protective older brothers? if a guy; boyfriend, guy your seeing, random ass guy even raises their voices at you they have three men breathing down their throats, mon has a gun pointed straight to their fucking head and dina is ready to chop this man's balls off and make him eat them

just guy drunk or high off his ass harrassing you and it's literally just mon coming up from behind him with this fucking sadistic grin on his face like "how about you apologize to my sister and i'll consider making out little talk outside quick"

but part of me is also here for you fucking mirroring ramon's sadistic smile and luring the guy in for a kiss and you fucking smash him with a bottle and throw his ass to the floor, heel on his throat like "i don't fuvking think you know who you're talking to" and RAMON IS IN THE CORNER LIKE WHAT THE FYCK FUCK YEAH AND DINA IS LIKE THAT'S MY GIRL AND BENJAMIN IS SILENTLY SMILING proud girl dad moment

"mon get this piece of shit out of my sight" and he's like "a tus ordenes, mi reina" like bow as he drags this poor poor soul away

and this is where i debate your roll in this org

because i can see benjamin wanting you straight ass out of it and dina at some level does too for plausible deniability you truly don't know shit so the government can't come after you

but part of dina and mon also want to groom you into the business; you've grown up around it, you know how it works, you're a fresh set of eyes and ideas and the police aren't on your ass

and panchita is like motherfucker aren't you like 5

idk why i feel the need to add this here but benjamin is 40 putting you in your mid 20s btw

anyways i also think this would make a sPICY backstory for a love interest

barron is an obvious one which could be suPER FUCKING FUN because you obviously spend a lot of time... a... lone... together

mayo is an option and they could see it as a way to connect mayo to the org

or or or dare i say the most forbidden of them all...

chapo

anyways more later ahahah tune in next time to my late night rambling

[lunaastoir]

fluff/relationships w the mondstadt crew

characters included: diluc, kaeya, and jean

gn! reader as always <3

tw: fluff??? domesticity??? crack??? ideal relationships w people who will never be real??? also mentions of alcohol!

an: so i’m back w a sequel to my “fluff/relationships w the liyue crew” since you guys seemed to really like it <3 thank you my heart is literally melting 😩 this post was getting too long so i excluded some of the characters but expect a part. 2 (more like part 3 but part 2 to the mondstadt version)! 

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diluc

man. this MAN.

that’s it, that’s the headcanon. 

he would literally be the most doting lover in the softest ways

SUCH a soft romantic like you thought you knew love??? nah this man will show you what love is

will constantly leave you things around the winery to convey his silent thank you’s and appreciation for you putting up with him being busy for most of the day

it’s always the most thoughtful things ever too like-

you mentioned how nice it would be to have some fresh lemonade with the hotter weather outside but it was too late in the day to actually go to the market in search of fresh lemons 

the next day you walked downstairs only to be greeted with a pitcher of cool lemonade with a side of lemon bars

there was a note attached to the handle of the pitcher <3 

“i recall you mentioning how lemonade would be perfect for the warmer weather so i decided to make some for you this morning. i hope it’s still cool by the time you drink it. love, d” 

pls sir your hand in marriage

he secretly loves it when you usher him to bed after waking up in the dead of night to see him working by candlelight on reports 

soft hands on his cheeks gently whispering about how, it’s been far too long and come to bed, darling and there will be time for this in the morning

his protests are light given the dark purple hues under his crimson eyes but he’ll still make a little fuss 

don’t let this man fool you tho he’s so so touched that you care enough to check up on him and drag him to bed!!

sometimes on the days he has a bit more free time, the two of you will quickly grab your dinners and race to the highest spot in the winery to watch the setting sun

these moments are always filled with laughter, something you’ve found you’re easily able to pull out of diluc, simply because it’s you 

uncontrollable sobbing

he would let you paint his nails black like the angsty man he is 

frankly he would let you do anything to him if it makes you happy <3 

ok but wait diluc w bLACK NAILS?? AND RINGS??? i would die on the spot ⚰️

on the topic of makeup, this man is surprisingly really good w it 

i like to think he learned after practicing on kaeya when they were younger bc kaeya was really into makeup

you found out after babysitting klee one day and trying failing to draw eyeliner on the sweet girl after her “big brother ‘bedo!”

you hastily grabbed some wipes, gently wiping off the messed up design before attempting to dive back in 

diluc however, had some down time so he decided to check up on his favorite chaotic duo 

only to be met with a pile of dirtied makeup wipes, your frustrated expression, and klee’s growing jitteriness 

swiftly moving to your side, he quietly asked if you needed help 

you glanced up quizzically before handing him the eyeliner, already looking around to find more makeup wipes when this inevitably goes wrong 

to your utter surprise tho the eyeliner is perfect??? two perfect winged lines??? in less than a minute??? WHAT

you just stood there like 😦 before diluc got back up and handed you the eyeliner 

you were short-circuiting, klee was ecstatic, diluc was worried about you 

ok last thing abt diluc 

crack! warning but the both of you like lowkey pranking kaeya 

for diluc it’s revenge on his annoying brother; for you it’s good - natured sibling rivalry fun 

every time the two of you see kaeya, one of you always swipes something of his 

small things really, it could be a pen or a handkerchief

one time, diluc swiped kaeya’s spare eyepatch and from the looks of it, kaeya’s only spare black eyepatch bc he was frantically looking for it yk he’s desperate when he even asked diluc if he saw it

the two of you spent an hour nearly laughing your asses off 

all in all, life w him is so sweet 

kaeya

pretty boy? pretty boy. 

while i can’t guarantee stability, life would never be boring w this man that’s for sure

piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 🗣 piggy back rides 

he LOVES it, the feel of you on his back while he’s walking around mondstadt most likely carrying you to your commission 

he finds it comforting especially since he can hear the rumble of your voice against him while you recount stories, or just babble on about everything under the sun 

he is SO dramatic so obviously when y’all reach the site of the commission he has to kill all the monsters even tho the both of you agreed to split it up evenly 

he makes quick work of his set before stealing some of yours much to your chagrin 

you scold him but can you really be mad at him when he looks drop dead gorgeous freezing the hilichurls the answer is no, no you cannot be

oh my god ok wait-

he does this thing where he tries to spook you in public 

so say you’re getting groceries at the mondstadt general store

you round the corner just minding your own business, looking around, taking in the sunshine 

and suddenly you just hear someone drop in behind you but before you can register anything you hear a soft “boo” and hands circle your waist 

you jump SIKE let’s be honest you shrieked 

meanwhile kaeya’s just laughing his ass off 

you can hear his rich peals of laughter while you attempt to regain your bearings 

he does this so often you SHOULD be used to it but you really aren’t bc mans is SNEAKY-

he cards his fingers in your hair whenever you’re speaking 

he doesn’t know why, it’s just a cute habit and he finds the feel of his fingers in your hair soothing

oH on the topic of comfort, kaeya really likes resting two fingers on the back of your neck???

ik he seems like the type to throw his arm around your shoulder which yes he totally is but during more serious conversations his hand automatically seeks out the warmth of your neck 

your neck feels amazing especially during the warmer months due to his chilly fingers contrasting with your warm skin  

he likes that he’s able to access such a vulnerable part of you and you would willingly let him 

HE GETS YOU MATCHING OUTFITS

no i will NOT take criticism on this i just kNOW he’s that type of guy

it would be those stupid “i’m his” and “they’re mine” sweatshirts like BYE 

it’s so cringy but for some reason it’s oddly adorable and you truly despise it but you can’t seem to say no whenever he asks 

you pretend to ignore the look of pity diluc throws your way whenever he sees you like this

kaeya really loves accessories so i think he would be the type to give you a promise ring or something similar to show that he truly does care for you 

he would brush it off, flirting a little like usual before handing you the ring 

with the way his cheeks softly darken though, you know he’s being genuine 

TICKLE FIGHTS ik i mentioned this for childe but shhhh

he has tickle fingers??? his hands just loOK like they’re itching to tickle someone so you’ll most likely be the unfortunate victim 

he will not show you mercy. at all. he’ll tickle you until there are tears streaming from your eyes, your face is hot, and your voice is hoarse from laughing so damn hard 

it gives him such a rush of serotonin its SO CUTE 

i feel like this goes without saying but he’s super into pda,,, anything and everything is on the table 

hand holding? duh. ass grabs? ofc. carrying you bridal style around mondstadt? why not 

ik he’s typically very playful but once the relationship reaches a certain stage, he’ll slowly start to let down the walls that surround his facade 

very very slowly show you the more realistic parts of him 

the real, damaged pieces of his soul 

he’ll be carefully monitoring your reaction though, any sign of fear or disgust will have him recoiling within himself again and you most likely will never see his true nature ever again 

SO BE CAREFUL 👹

once you’ve seen the parts of him he’s offered to you, the hushed whispers of his past, and the uncertain lines of his future, he will take off his eyepatch 

pretends like he’s not super nervous but he’s SWEATING- 

the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen though hands down 

you can understand why he covers it up but you would like it if he felt comfortable enough to take off the eyepatch occasionally when he’s with you 

also!!! sleeps with his eyepatch side facing you (in the event he wears it to bed) 

if this happens you KNOW he trusts you bc it’s his blindside <3 

anyways life w kaeya will never be boring but he is a very complicated man 

stay with him though, i promise it’ll be worth it 

jean

the key to jean’s heart is coffee and food 

GET HER COFFEE AND FOOD

i am begging you she deserves it 😭

the poor woman works so hard bc the knights are so mf understaffed, this is literally the best way you can ever show her your love and appreciation when she has work

she will MELT if you have a hot shower and dinner waiting for her when she inevitably returns later than she promised

will completely refuse at first with, “you did not have to do this, it’s too much” but shush her as you shOULD bc she deserves the entire world 

she’s the definition of “you do something for me, i’ll return the favor ten times grander”

you leave a flower on her desk bc it reminded you of her??? you’ll wake up to find a whole bouquet of the prettiest windwheel asters you’ve ever seen the next morning along with a thank you note

she’s so sweet BYE

she gets flustered extremely easily so you obviously use this as an opportunity to tease her 

when you’re in public rest your hand on her waist and inch it higher until your hand is underneath her shirt and in contact with her warm skin 

she’ll actually short-circuit its quite adorable 

sometimes y’all will be cuddling and you’ll hear whispers of her insecurities 

“am i a good grand master? will i ever be as valiant as vanessa?”

reassure her!!! tell her that she doesn’t need to be like vanessa, she’s already amazing as jean 

if you haven’t seen her in awhile, track her down and schedule a lunch date 

she never misses appointments and if it’s for you, she’ll gladly make time to see you even if she has to stay up even later than usual 

OH-

GIVE HER MASSAGES 

she has so much tension and the sorest muscles from hunching over papers and running around on errands 

if you sneak into her office and quietly stand behind her before gently pushing down on the sore tendons of her neck, she’ll genuinely fall over on her desk 

so make sure you steady her 😀

after you feel how tight her muscles are though, you drag her to barbara bc she needs a healer asap 😭

while most of your time is spent in her office - you helping out in the ways you can while jean is overseeing knight duties - you still have your fair share of life outside of the favonius headquarters

jean never likes to sit still so whenever you have free time, the both of you head off looking for monsters to clear

bouken da bouken???

adventuring w jean is seriously the funnest thing you could ever do 

it’s just non-stop you accidentally getting into trouble and her having to come help you 

even tho the both of you are dead tired after fighting, what? 20 hilichurl camps now??? the laughter and joy in your eyes shows how you both truly loved every minute of it

it’s both a stress reliever, good fun, and a work-out <3

you’re definitely prone to getting dragged to angel’s share w kaeya 

kaeya and jean sometimes hang out after work at the tavern so inevitably you’re dragged along too 

all three of you are drunk out of your minds which just makes everything a MILLION times funnier 

kaeya slurring over his words makes the two of you start cackling endlessly while diluc just shakes his head making sure to not give you more wine despite your pleas 

angel’s share ft. kaeya and bartender diluc are always the best times fr fr 

life with her literally feels like y’all are married 

so much domesticity it’s so NICE ALJDKSFH

your house is always so clean and the color scheme is impeccable bc jean has such a good eye 

you have a chore schedule 😎 but it almost never works out bc jean ends up doing everything without you knowing- 

you always confront her abt it and she’s like 😁 “i had some time so i did them! no worries tho” like i- time??? where bitc-

oH- she has amazing style so you can bet shopping w her is literally the best experience 

she takes you to all of the hidden gems some places lisa recommended and helps you pick out things 

will 100% get really blushy if you come out in something and ask her for her opinion tho she’s literally the cutest

basically jean is a sweet girl who deserves the entirety of teyvat that is all. 

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3 

[jackrrabbit]

🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

[bruhstories]

Flowers and Vinyls

Summary: You and Porco are neighbours. You also despise each other. Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, softdom!Porco, softsub!Reader, thigh riding, unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol abuse, enemies to lovers Word Count: 2.2 k

A/N: Porco deserves some love, too! I also really wanna give Connie some love, too.

You hated him, you loathed him.

To you, Porco was the most insufferable person to ever walk on this earth, strutting his pushed back hair, with his stupid undercut and his silly little upturned nose. You wanted to gouge his eyes out, but that would only land you some time in jail. He was your next-door neighbour both in terms of accommodation, and in terms of work. You owned a small flower shop at the ground floor of your townhouse, he owned a record store placed strategically wall-to-wall with yours — naturally he lived above it. Marcel, Porco's brother, was seemingly a nicer person, but he wasn't always there when you needed him to shut his little brother's mouth — or music. Not only were you two bickering like petty children, you were also complete opposites — he was edgy and brash, you were dainty and solemn. He always wore dark colours, you were dressed in pastels. And to make matters worse, he was best friends with your best friend!

Pieck was completely oblivious to the fact that you two hated each other, both bitching to her, unaware of the other's complaints. She always told you, separately, that perhaps you just need to get laid with one another and get over it. Impossible, for you despised each other. And when Pieck invited you to a small party at her place, you were not expecting to see Porco there. At first, you wanted to turn around and leave, but your friend talked you into staying, promising that Porco was actually a good guy, and that you didn't know him well enough. Oh, how wrong she was. He was evil incarnate, he vandalised your shop after you called the cops on him. Nonetheless, you stayed at her party, opting to spend some time with Reiner and Colt, avoiding Porco at all costs, because if looks could kill, his would smite you.

What you didn't know was that a conflict was taking place inside his tipsy brain — should he kill you or fuck you? Despite your differences, Porco couldn't deny that you were a very alluring woman, hips swaying every time you walked and an ass that could raise the dead. And he saw Colt glancing at that ass, prompting him to drink some more. On the other side of the room, you told Pieck all about how your date stood you up and you were quite sad, opting to drown the empty feeling in your chest with cheap vodka and tequila, and that combination did a number on you. You weren't shitfaced by any means, just drunk enough to feel the music better, taste the liquor better, smell Porco's perfume better whenever he walked past you. God, he intoxicated you more than the alcohol could, and you were beginning to wonder if Pieck was right — maybe you didn't hate him, maybe you needed to fuck him, relieve the sexual tension. But how? What if he did hate you and you'd only make a fool of yourself? The questions were grinding your gears and no amount of tequila could help you get them out of your system. You settled on ignoring them.

"We're gonna split a cab." Porco explained, a bored, inexpensive look on his face.

"Hey, 'm not poor, aight? I can afford a f-fuckin' taxi." You poked his chest with your index finger while losing your balance and falling into his arms. He quickly released you once you regained control of your legs, his eyes drifting elsewhere, crimson creeping to his cheeks.

"We literally live next to each other, but if you wanna go all by yourself, fine!"

"I haaaaate you, Pokko, d'you know? I especially hate that cute nose! Boop!"

He was so done with your attitude, your gestures, your voice, his brows furrowed and lips pursed. But Pieck really wanted to make sure you got home safe, and Porco didn't want to disappoint his friend by letting you loose in a stranger's car, especially since you were drunk and vulnerable. He was an asshole, but he wasn't that bad. Not that you could realise that, anyway.

"Just get in the car, Y/N." He rolled his eyes and opened the door once the yellow taxi pulled over. You stopped between him and the car, nose and cheeks pink from the alcohol, and leaned closer to his face.

"D'you also know I really, really wanna ride you?" You whispered in his ear before stumbling inside the cab, giggling like a schoolgirl. "Ah! Evening, mister!"

"Jesus Christ..."

The entire way home you drove Porco insane with little touches, whispers, obscene proposals. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants but he didn't want to take advantage of you. Yet the more you looked at him with hunger in your eyes, the more he couldn't think rationally — he, too, was drunk, after all. When you got out of the car you almost fell face first, but luckily, he caught you, your hand accidentally brushing his thigh in the process. God, he hated you.

"Come inside!" You looped an arm around his neck for better balance. "I gotta give you your money b-back."

"It's fine."

"No, no, I insist."

"You're so annoying, you know that?" Porco walked with you, perfectly aware of how much he'd regret this night.

"Close the door behind youuuu!" You kicked your shoes off and grabbed the collar of his leather jacket, practically dragging him through the hallway, into the living room. "Sit!"

He could say no. He could just walk out. But he didn't want to. Not anymore.

You rummaged through a drawer looking for some cash, taking your sweet time to do it. The way you were bent over, the tight skirt revealing just an inch of your red panties, sent Porco down a rabbit hole of dirty thoughts. Every gesture, every word uttered so nonchalantly by you made you both forget the turf war you both started, the atmosphere slowly becoming more intimate and sensual. You swayed your hips from side to side, opening another drawer and digging through the clutter.

"Hey, Pokko? Do you think 'm pretty?"

The question caught him off guard as you turned around, no money in your hands. He raised his gaze from your skirt to your eyes, frantically nodding his head.

"Yeah."

"Then why did I get stood up?" You pouted, walking to the couch. Porco swallowed hard when you took a seat on his thigh, his fingers digging into the sofa. "If 'm pretty, why don't men want me?" Your hands rested on his shoulders as your hips slowly rocked back and forth.

"I- I don't know." He pursed his lips, unaware of what to do. Usually, he wouldn't have any issues with situations like this. But it was different this time because he really wanted to shut your srupid mouth up — or maybe Pieck was right and all he needed to do was fuck you.

"Do you want me?" You asked, head tilted, movement stopping.

"God, yes." Porco grabbed your nape and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, his other hand desperately tugging at your tank top strap. You could feel your panties dampening under his rough touch and hot kiss, your hands removing his jacket as quickly as possible. "I'm gonna fuck you on that table first." He picked you up and slammed your ass on the dining table, earning a moan out of you. "Then we'll take it to the bedroom." Porco removed his shirt while you pulled your underwear down.

"Fuck me wherever you want, just fuck me!" You begged, legs spread and lust in your eyes.

"Shit, I knew you were a little slut under all that soft girl crap." He unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground while he pulled his cock out. You took a good look at it, teeth digging into your lower lip.

"Aren't you gonna finger me first?"

"You didn't do anything to deserve it. But I'm in a good mood." Porco sneered before he spat on your wet cunt. The disgusting gesture made you purr like a kitten, proving him more that you were indeed a filthy whore. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your slit, slowly pushing it between your folds as you threw your head back in pleasure. "Fuuuck, you're so tight, so wet."

"Oh my God, go deeper! Please!" You pleaded, voice low and seductive.

"Look how good you're taking it." Porco praised you, fingers digging into your skin before he started rocking his hips. It truly felt that your pussy was made just for him, the silken walls clenching around his hard cock making him grunt with every thrust. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you both realised just how much you needed this, the hate you had for each other melting away, replaced by lust and desire.

"So b-big 'nd hard-" You mumbled incoherent words while one hand found your neck, calloused fingertips squeezing the skin.

"You've no idea how much I wanted these hands around your neck." Porco groaned, his thrusts faster and harder. "Who knew I wanted to fuck you, not kill you?" His thumb parted your lips and you hollowed your cheeks around it, sucking on it like a lollipop. "Good girl. Bedroom, now." He pulled out and you almost cried at the empty feeling between your thighs. You took his hand in yours and guided him to the room — just as pastel and cute as your personality. Porco spun you around, giving your ass a firm slap before bending you down. He pressed hot kisses on your hip and lower back and you threw your head back to look at him.

"Stop t-teasing me!"

"Jeez, aren't you greedy? I thought you hated me." He laughed into your skin, the vibrations tickling your flesh. Porco couldn't abstain any longer, one hand grasping your hip, the other pushing his cock back into you. Inch by inch, it disappeared and he let out a satisfied groan.

"I still h-hate you!" Teeth sunk into your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, really?" He thrusted so deep that you lost control over your arms, head falling onto the mattress. Another deep thrust and you shot back up with a growl. "Talk shit and I might not let you finish." His threat alerted you and you bucked your hips, walls clenching around his cock.

"It would be a shame if you f-finished first." Your voice was cocky, targeting that huge ego of his. It was effective — Porco's hand travelled between your legs, fingers rubbing your swollen clit and you moaned in extasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

"N-not fair!" You squirmed and whimpered, tears of pleasure pooling at your eyes.

"We're not playing fair." He wrapped his other hand around your neck to pull you closer, back hitting his chest. The room smelled of sex and jasmine incense and it drove you mad with lust. "Oh, what's the matter? Are you coming already?" He mocked while fucking your desperate cunt.

"Yes! God, yes!" You cried out, the climax blurring your vision.

Despite your pleas that you couldn't take it anymore, Porco kept thrusting deeper into your numbing pussy, his fingers bruising your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He was an animal, everything about him was instinctual and filthy and you hatedloved it. Your silken walls clenched around his cock again, and he was impressed that you still had some fight left in you.

"That's right, milk me dry, you dirty whore." His disgusting words reignited the dying fire inside your core and you bucked your hips against his, the friction and pressure making you come undone a second time.

"Fuck!" Was all you could say before collapsing onto the mattress, body limp and exhausted.

"Damn it, Y/N. I said milk me dry." Porco grabbed a fistful of hair and turned you over, yanking your head back to shove his cock down your throat. How on earth did he have so much stamina? You hollowed your cheeks and triedto suck, but it was him actually fucking your pretty mouth. "Are you gonna keep being a little bitch?"

"Nu-uh!" You shook your head, the word muffled by his girth. Your cheeks were burning from the lack of air, your eyes watery and red.

"Good." He groaned, thick, hot strings of his seed shooting down your throat. "Swallow." Porco held your head back as he slowly pulled out, the bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

You laid on the bed and pulled him next to you, unaware of what to do or say. Your body relaxed when he looped an arm around your shoulders, your head resting on his chest.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked.

"It depends. Are you gonna blast music at three in the morning?"

"Yep."

"Well, there's your answer." You laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Listen, I'm not sorry you got stood up tonight. I mean, I am, but I'm not-"

"Porco, stop talking. It was never going to work out with him, anyway."

"Fair enough." He shrugged, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "What if I take you out?"

"Like a date, or a murder?"

"It depends. Are you gonna call the cops on me again?"

"I'll try not to?"

"A date, then."

[smallrainclouds]

And part b to part six.

Warning:.some spicness, like kissing and stuff.

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*Reader's pov*

You were bone tired but pleased with your process. You pushed your hair out your face. Lately you had taken to wearing it down, it was nice not to have to fuss with fixing a bun or the headache that came with it sometimes

You hummed a song as you began collecting the next round of scrolls. You

You heard the door open and your eyes widened, "Hypnos! Here for a second time?"

You waved him in with a smile. He gives a smile in return, "Yeah, I got done early so I decided to stop by to check in."

You noticed there was a tension in his body that you haven't seen before but you decided to hold your tongue for now.

"It's going well. Come on, I got the backroom nearly done. I'll give you a tour."

You motioned to Hypnos to follow you, eager to show off your work. You didn't notice how his eyes stayed on you the whole time.

"So I got the history area set up, and I got it broken down by the time period followed by the area…" you chatted as Hypnos floated behind you. He was mostly quiet except for a quick question here or there.

"And that is it for now." You said, fingers brushing across the wooden shelves.

You looked at Hypnos, candle light was always good to Hypnos. It has taken some time to admit to yourself that You did like the strange handsome look of your husband. Now it was something you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Impressive. Do you enjoy doing this?" He asked.

You tilted your head, not expecting that question. "I do. I like the stories and even the non fiction can help give context to what a story is about."

Hypnos smiled, and damn it, you could feel a blush forming.

"Is this what you would do if you had a choice?"

"I…" You bit your lips, not quite sure what to say. "Maybe. I think I would, but I could be happy doing something else."

"Are you unhappy with your work?" You tried to keep your tone casual. It was already unusual for Hypnos to visit twice in one day and ask questions like these. It was silly but you didn't want to scare him off. Even if he was your husband, he was more like an acquaintance right now.

"That would be putting it mildly." Hypnos shrugged. "Not exactly the type of guy you would want doing paperwork, but that's all I do."

"Why do it then?" You frowned, "I mean being the god of sleep would have to be a full time job on its own."

Hypnos didn't say anything for a few moments, and you feared you may have pushed too much.

"What exactly did your family tell you? About the war, I mean?" Hypnos asked, his voice soft.

You crossed your arms and shifted on your feet. This wasn't what you expected. You still didn't like to think about it. That war had cost so much more problems than it fixed.

"My mother told me some things but not what you did. She did say you were the only reason she didn't lose a war. Which is huge if you know what my mother is like." You locked eyes with Hypnos. You could see the guilt on his face, another thing that surprised you tonight.

"Well, Aphrodite helped some. Even if she didn't realize it." Hypnos matched your gaze.

He grinned a little, and held up two fingers."I…put Zeus to sleep. Twice. I don't think he found out the second time, I was much more careful the second time around."

You gasped at him, "How in the world did you even get close enough to do that?"

This time Hypnos laughed and you tried to ignore the warmth in your body.

"I was a determined and a very stupid child back then. I thought I needed to prove I was worthy of being called a god." Hypnos looked amused at the thought of his younger self. "I saw Zeus had a hard time saying no to a pretty face and gave your mother the idea to trick Zeus by using his own ego against him."

You shook your head with a laugh, "No wonder my mother didn't say much, she probably was mad she didn't think of it first."

"After that, my mother wasn't exactly pleased that I was getting involved with the Olympians so much. She talked Hades into keeping me here until I grew up some. So now I'm here, listing off the dead. I think Mom was trying to show me the cost of that war."

"Oh, it's been so long since that war though. Surely she must have forgiven you by now." You had been a child yourself, just on the cusp of becoming a woman. Those hazy days of youth seem so long ago.

"I suspect if it wasn't for the current war right now, I would probably be out of the house."

A moment of silence then Hypnos floated closer, "Actually, could I confess something? You're probably not going to like me much afterwards though. But I need to tell you."

"Hypnos, I doubt that very much." You watched him stop his floating and stand. You noticed that he could block you from the door, but you felt comfortable enough with Hypnos. And you were sure he wouldn't do anything. Honestly, you weren't sure if you would say no if he did try something.

His face turned serious, "I really hope so."

You frowned at him, "Hypnos, just tell me. I don't like these kinds of games." You couldn't help the nervousness in your voice. If this was some joke…

"I helped your mother for a reason. I… I did it for you." Hypnos said quietly.

You stared, not quite understanding. "But we never even met…"

"No, we have once,Y/N. I don't think you noticed me the other times." Hypnos respond desperately.

You shook your head and took a step backwards, the shelves pressed against your back.

Hypnos grabbed your shoulders, firm but not bruising. He got close enough that you could feel his body heat and you looked away from him. You hated how your heart flip flopped between wanting to push him away and pulling him closer.

"This isn't funny, Hypnos." You snapped at him.

"No, it's not." Hypnos grabbed your chin. "Hey, Y/N look at me. Hey."

You gave in the gentle pressure and allowed Hypnos to pull your face up. You realized you were trembling as you met his light golden eyes.

"You really don't remember me, do you?" He whispered. You shook your head, unable to speak.

"I remember. Each time I saw you. The first time, you didn't see me I think. It was a party, you were dancing with one of your sisters. I was there because I wanted to see what the big deal was about the Olympians."

His thumb brushed your face, a small smile on his. "The second time was when I first tricked Zeus, you were in the hallways and I had to hide so no one would see me. I almost got caught anyway since I couldn't take my eyes away from you."

You couldn't look away, you almost felt like you were in a trance, only able to listen to Hypnos' voice. "The third time… I was in your mother's living room, and I could see you in the garden. I sneaked off so I could get a closer look, and that when I found you trying to listen in. You looked like a painting to me, this beautiful little goddess hidden among flowers. I had to send you off before I could even talk to you."

Your eyes widen, an old memory rushing back.

"The red poppies." You murmured and Hypnos' face lit up.

"She tried to offer me anything. Wealth, boons or strength, anything a young god could want. But… I wanted you. My mother tried to stop it, to save you from my foolishness, but Hera had already swore to the river Styx."

"Hypnos- I - this is too much." You shook your head. You placed your hands on his chest, but you were trembling too much to push him away. Your hand just curled into his tunic, shaking in a mix of anger and stock. And hurt, you thought maybe you could trust him.

"How- I can't even talk to you. My sisters-" you pulled your face away from him. Your voice cracked, "my sisters. My home."

Hypnos used both hands to hold your face as he bent down to look at you. "I know. I shouldn't have kept it from you. I would have thought your family would have told you."

You took a deep breath, "I-i thought you were a friend. I thought you were in the same boat as me. I thought maybe you were helpful in a battle or something and my mother saw a chance for some dumb political move and that Nyx was in on it."

You glared up at him, "I didn't know you traded for me, like -like I was some dumb cattle!" You stepped away from the side, back facing Hypnos; trying to get air into your lungs. You hated the fact the only reason you were able to get away was because Hypnos allowed you.

"First of all, you will not talk about yourself like that." Hypnos' voice went hard but you just scoffed at him, too upset at him.

He got close to you again, tone a little softer "And second, it wasn't like that. I honestly didn't think she would offer her own daughter up. I-"

You whirled around to face him, finger in his face. "You didn't have to take her up on it though!"

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. His face is a mixture of anger and desperation. He wrapped his arm around your waist and held you flushed against him. You raised your hand to his chest to push off but the fire in his eyes stopped you.

"I knew I would never get another chance to have you, Y/N. By blood and darkness,it was my only chance and I took it! I know what the almighty Olympians really think of us. I know I would never get to see you again if I didn't take up on her offer."

Hypnos lean down, almost close enough to kiss. "I would have done anything for you. I still would."

You tighten your hand on his chest, unable to move away, not wanting to move away. "You barely know me, Hypnos. Why? Why me?"

"Because I do know you, in the way that matters. I see how hard you try to please your family, how you get lost in the words of a story."

You shook your head, unable to deal with emotions that were building up in you. But Hypnos just kept talking.

"I know you have a soft spot for everybody, even the outcasts, how smart you are and how you always try to make sure to help anyone who needs it."

"I- Hypnos." You whispered.

He let go of your wrist to wrap his other arm around you. "Y/N, I don't know everything, not yet. But I would like to. Will you let me?" He asked softly, desperately.

You couldn't speak if you wanted to. You cupped his face and pulled his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.

Hypnos tighten his hold on you. Gently, he pressed a little more into the kiss. You gasped against his lips and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and just tried to hold on.

You didn't know how long or short the kiss went on when both you and Hypnos both took a breath. He pressed his forehead against yours, his golden eyes on your eyes.

"I'm still mad at you." You murmured, fingers caressing his cheek. He smiled, "If this is how good you are when mad, I can't wait to kiss you when you're happy."

"Oh, for goodness sake." You rolled your eyes, not able to hide your smile. Hypnos pressed a kiss against your cheek and then another one, slowly working his way to your neck.

You tugged him back up to face you before he could continue because if you didn't, you were to make some very foolish decisions.

"Can I kiss you again?" Hypnos asked, his hand cupped the back of your head and you nodded as you pulled him down for another one.

Suddenly the doors bang open, "Hey Y/N! I got past- oh." Zagreus' voice halted. You hid your face in Hypnos' chest, wishing for a pit to open up and swallow you whole.

"Zagreus, buddy. Ever heard of knocking?" Hypnos snarled, "Let me help, it when you use your head and-"

"You know what, I will come back later. Much later." Zagreus slammed the door shut.

Then opened it again.

"Congratulations you two!"

And slammed close again.

"I'm going to kill him." Hypnos murmured into your hair.

"Be nice, he is your best friend." You murmured into his chest.

"But he gotten used to dying." Hypnos brushed a kiss against your head. You sighed and looked up at him, "I said no, Hypnos. You said anything for me."

"I did." Hydnos agreed easily. He dipped his head down to met you in another kiss.

"Anything for you, Y/N."