#me: oh I’ll do a little sketch before bed

[pyjamacryptid]

something something magic kiss

[iboughtanelectricguitar]

Dessert

pov: you give rodrick a naughty surprise..

btw it’s my first smutt, and it gets right into the nsfw stuff!!

WAIT

before you read,

this fanfic contains

sex, degrading names, slapping, rough sex, railing. read at your own will…..

you sat as Rodrick was making dinner. you quietly laughed wondering how you could find someone like him that could also cook for you when your stressed.

you watch as he shuffles in an out of the kitchen with different plates of deliciousness. he looked so brutal yet he had a soft spot for you. you feel a wave of horniness tingling all over your body. you saw his shameless smile as he caught you staring. you wonder, how can someone so rough be such a good boy?

“baby, dinner is served” he says as places the last plate on the table”

“coming!” you respond before you go to the bathroom to wash your hands

you both sit down as you start to eat, Rodrick just watching you in adoring eyes.

“how is it darling?” he says in a soft way

“oh my gosh i did not know you cooked so well??” you say

he grins then chuckles. “thank you my pretty girl. i love seeing your face like that”

suddenly it turns you on how he said that and what he said. you can’t help but tell him he’s done an amazing job.

“baby you did so good cooking! i bet you’re tired hm? but don’t forget dessert..” you say charmingly

“may i ask what the dessert is?” he smirks

“yeah, but it’s in the bedroom... i’ll go get it ready”

you get up and walk past him noticing his boner as he tries hiding it. you smirk and go to the bedroom and change into your lingerie he gifted you for your birthday

“baby, it’s ready!” you yell as you get ready for the excitement to come

he walks into the room looking shocked.

just as you’re about to say something, he doesn’t resist as he takes his shirt off and you look at the best view ever. you look at the detailed lines all across his body, almost identical to the sketches you imagined of him. you were so hungry. you wanted a bite so bad just as he grabbed your waist aggressively but softly in some sort and soon your lips were touching together

you let out a soft moan as that made him hungrier than before. before you knew it he was grabbing on to your breasts that cupped his hands perfectly. suddenly he stopped.

“baby no no no what happened?” you pleaded as you wanted his rough hands touch your soft body.

his breath fans over your body as he breathily mumbles “can..can i go further?”.

“yes baby yes. this is all i want” you said in a desperate voice

he continued holding your breast’s as you could feel his cock buldge out of his black ripped jeans

he went down and kissed your neck. oh gosh you loved how his soft lips planted a kiss on each part of your neck. he trailed all the way down to you breasts that popped out to him. he started kissing all around and then teased you by biting you.

he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. you masked a gasp as you looked down.

trailing your hands down his front, he released a low groan once you lightly grasped it. you carefully stroked it as he let out little groans.

you went faster and used both hands. at this point he was enjoying it as he took his hand and placed it on your head moving in back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“yes baby, yes! give it to me. don’t stop..” he pleaded.

you could feel his cock throbbing and you fit your whole mouth on his cock. you went faster with the movements as you could hear his climax

“oh, oh! oh yes baby. ohhh..!” he says as he orgasms

your mouth fills up with his cum and you giggle as he continues to cum all over your face.

“ahhh baby you sure gave me a treat. i never knew you could do that…” he groans

but it’s your turn now as he aggressively pushes you down on the bed so your stomach is facing the soft mattress

he takes the tip of his cock and slightly jabs it in your cunt. he does this several times until he puts his fat cock inside your cunt. you let out a moan as he rocks his body in and out of you.

you grab the sheets for support because of how hard he is going in and out of you.

“i’ll tell you when you can cum you dirty little slut” he says harshly

as the moans grow, he pulls your hair harshly as his big fat cock thrusts inside you. you’re absolutely stunned because this was better than what you had imagined.

“you’re all mine” he whispers into your ear. you whimper in return.

you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm as he yells “what did i say my pretty girl? you don’t want to get punished, right” you can’t help it. you feel yourself getting closer and closer.

finally you cum, and let out a big moan. you feel so free and amazing, but you notice that the thrusting didn’t come to an end.

“R-rodrick, ah, s-stop”

he slaps your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. he stays silent while he’s still pushing into your cunt.

he groans, “y/n ah, make me proud. you know how to make me feel good, please”

suddenly you feel his warm cum enter you as he groans loudly

“ohhh y/n.. ah that was amazing.” he pants

you feel a spark of relief thinking that he forgot about you cumming without permission

“but you dirty slut,” he takes a deep breath “you didn’t listen to me? hm?”

you mumble curse words under your breath

“what was that darling? looks like someone hasn’t learned their lesson yet..” he chuckles.

yay! please let me know whoever to write abt 😔🙏🙏

[lovelyney]

─────DATING THEM !! MONSTANDT GUYS────

CHARACTERS: albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, mika, razor, venti.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: gets a tad suggestive on Albedo's

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 !! 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐙

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was somewhat oblivious when he first started developing feelings for you because he had never fallen in love beforehand.

after the strange feeling stuck with him for a few weeks, he finally consulted Sucrose about it, hoping she knew what he was feeling.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: When she explained that he had, indeed, fallen in love with you, everything clicked. The way his heartbeat sped up whenever you smiled, his sketchbook filled to the perimeter with sketches and drawings of you, his mind wandering to your smile late at night. . . everything.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Thus, he composed a painting of you and asked if you could continue to be “his muse” and how could you possibly refuse when he practically painted you as the Mona Lisa?

𖠵𝟎𝟒: He is ever so charming. He loves to see what’ll make you tick and whatnot. watch out for that, lmao.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves to call you “(my) love,” “princess/prince,” and “sweetheart.”

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Sucrose finds it adorable how he looks at you with so much love and admiration.

oh yeah, you and Albedo are practically her parents by always watching over and protecting her. she appreciates you two a lot.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Kisses on your fingertips and shoulder blades are a regular with him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Always brings extra blankets when you two go out adventuring in Dragonspine. He’s accustomed to the cold at this point, so he brings them for you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟗: One of his soft spots is seeing you play with Klee (“: He always thinks about what it would be like to start a family with you.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: The first about. . . five pages of his newest sketchbooks are just you. Doing what ?? Well, that’s up to your imagination.

❝Oh, welcome back, my love. Busy day, I presume? Your timing is perfect, I must say. I just finished my last experiment for the day. . . Sit down on the bed, and I’ll brew us a pot of tea, then you can tell me all about your day, sound good?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Likes to experiment with the things you like, the things you don’t. . . different things you’ll react to. One of his favorite things about you are your reactions.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: If you’re cooking or like looking through your commissions, he’ll come up from behind you and start pressing kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. Just. . . randomly ??

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He’s a little obsessed with you. he finds himself memorizing everything you do and indulging himself in it. Sometimes he’ll even finish your sentences because he’s just been studying you for so long he knows what you’re going to say.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Wear his coat, and he will literally melt into a puddle right before your eyes.

however, wear just his coat, and you’re playing with fire. you do know he can probably create a potion for just about anything, right ??

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always slow and passionate, even with his tongue !! His goal is to pull away with you wanting more.

has a thing for you pulling his hair when you two are making out. it drives him crazy (in a good way.)

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Makes you breakfast in bed since he always wakes up earlier than you to get a headstart on his research.

he'll always cover you with an extra blanket when he first wakes up as well.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Whenever you're sleepy, he'll ask you to sit in his lap while he's still researching so that you aren’t alone/feel lonely when you're sleeping.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: If you can't sleep, he'll always hum until you can.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Didn't believe human interactions and relationships were worth his time before he met you; he mainly focused on his research and work alone.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Doesn't really grasp what's 'right' and what's not regarding relationships. So what he says is mostly unfiltered.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Has a notebook filled with notes about you and your relationship, both from the past and now present.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you kiss his birthmark; he's slightly insecure about it, but feeling your lips on it puts him at ease.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: One of the best ways to calm him down from stress or anger is to trace lines in his palms.

꒱₊˚ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 !! 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𖠵𝟎𝟏: THE ABSOLUTE MOST SWEETEST BF EVER!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He was highly hesitant about asking you out at first because of his bad luck, but with enough assurance from Fischl and Razor (he tried his best to understand), he decided to do it.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had bought you a bouquet of cecilias from Flora because he was scared that if he picked them himself, they would like start on fire or something. You assured him that you appreciated the gesture either way.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: The relief on this boy’s face when you accepted his confession is hallucinatory. He engulfed you in his arms while thanking you repeatedly. And after realizing that you might be uncomfortable with his impulsive hug, he pulled away with a face as red as a rose and apologized awkwardly.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: he was a little too shy at first to call you a pet name, but then he overheard other couples, and he started to think that maybe you didn’t feel loved enough because he never called you one, which is how he started calling you “clover” or an occasional shy “baby.”

❝Ah! W—Welcome home, clover! O—Oh, um. . . You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? I heard other couples calling each other cute names, and I thought clover was fitting for you because you always give me a sense of g-good luck. . . I-If it makes you uncomfortable, t-then I can always drop i-it!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: This boy is so infatuated with you; please treat him with care.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You act as the group’s (Bennett, Fischl, and Razor) designated parent, always carrying extra supplies with you when you go out with them.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’s insecure that you’re gonna leave him because of his luck ): He needs lots of assurance from you; please give it to him.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: When you two are cuddling/sleeping, he prefers that you rest on his chest because it keeps him grounded and assures him that you’re there with him and haven’t left.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Generally, in the mornings, you’ll find him with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He won’t let you go for a while.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Gushes about you like you’re some kind of super famous celebrity.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: The amount of times he’s tried to cook you something but almost burnt down the house is unruly. He almost always feels guilty, but you give me a kiss on the forehead as consolation, and he feels better :)

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Speaking of kisses, when you first kissed him, he stared at you dumbfounded with a face redder than Diluc’s hair before asking for another one.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s like a touch-starved puppy. He melts at the slightest touch from you and always leans into your palm.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Loves when you run your fingers through his hair or kiss the corner of his eyes—especially in the early mornings.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: You always give him a kiss before he leaves for his commissions as a “good luck charm.”

𖠵𝟏𝟕: One of the best people you can rant to. He’ll always sit patiently and listen to your troubles.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You’re always there to patch him up whenever he gets injured from his commissions.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Scared of touching you or bringing you anywhere because he's terrified that his bad luck will end up hurting you someday.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Brings you home little souvenirs from his adventures to always show that he's thinking of you (':

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He always has to drag you away from punching someone who trash-talks him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 !! 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He didn’t give falling in love much thought because he figured he’d be too busy running the tavern and protecting Monstandt from the Abyss Order.

he also thought that no one would like him that way because of his cold and blunt demeanor. at least compared to his brother.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you came along, and everything changed. You showed him patience and kindness, and with the snap of a finger, he fell head over heels

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had two different thoughts running through his head: “what if she doesn’t feel the same and ends up getting the wrong idea of my motives and never shows her face to me again” and “what if she feels the same but right when we’ve finally settled down, she dies in my arms like father did.”

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Those thoughts alone were enough to keep him quiet cause seeing you fall in love with someone else was more bearable than losing you for good.

on the other hand, Kaeya did not let his brother staring at you with such adoration go overturned. so, he kept nagging at him to confess to you which FINALLY got him to give up.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He had no idea how to confess to you, definitely not taking any pointers from his brother. Therefore, he just awkwardly told you, hoping his sincerity was enough to woo you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: And when it was, it felt like he could finally see color in the world again. He felt so thankful that someone like you, kind and gentle, could love someone as vacant as him.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You are always his number one priority. Your. Safety. Comes. First !!

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Your drinks are free at the tavern !! (Which a certain bard and cryo user think is unfair. . .)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Likes to call you “dear” and “(my) dove.”

❝My dove, what’re you doing with that glass of wine? No. Put it down. You’ve had enough to drink for one night. Archons, you’re starting to remind me of my brother.❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Is terrified the Abyss Order will target you to get to him.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is fully aware you know how to protect yourself, but he still prefers that he goes with you on your commissions, so he at least knows that you’re unscathed.

if you were to get fatally injured under his watch, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself despite your protests.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Expresses his love with actions rather than words.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Doesn’t know how to convey his feelings properly; he’s a bit stiff and awkward; bare with him here.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Hugs you from behind whenever you’re cooking or reading if he’s feeling exceptionally touchy.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Sometimes, you’ll help him bartend at the tavern when you’re free, and there’s always these occasional drunk men who flirt with you that he wants to burn alive LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Similar to Albedo, Diluc undoubtedly melts whenever you wear his jacket !! Most of the time, he lets you wear it unless he has to go to Dragonspine for something.

will always drape his jacket over your shoulders whenever he notices you’ve grown cold.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always kisses you on the forehead before he’s off somewhere.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: He doesn’t trust the world with you, which is why he’s so possessive and overly cautious whenever you go out.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: His kisses are slow-burn if that makes sense ?? Like they start slow and sweet, then escalate to passionate and needy.

always has a hand on your chin while kissing you, using his index finger to lift it so that you meet his gaze before firmly grasping it so that you can’t shyly turn away.

his lips are always warm, so kissing him is quite pleasant (:

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Imagine on cold nights, when you’re shivering and all, Diluc peppers warm kisses down your shoulders and onto your stomach to help warm you up. (Which 100% doesn’t actually help.)

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Whenever he wakes up before you, he’ll always observe you sleeping because he finds you adorable whenever you’re so at peace with yourself.

draws shapes and patterns on your hips or legs while waiting for you to wake.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He lets you play with and do his hair, and he tries not to admit that he adores it. He does.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you patch up his wounds is when he sometimes feels the luckiest to have you. 

𖠵𝟐𝟒: You keep extra ointment and cooling patches on you because Diluc sometimes burns himself from his vision ‘cause he clutches his claymore so tightly.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: If you were to gently kiss his scars. . . He would not be able to control himself and just throw himself on you, his lips eagerly on yours in seconds.

𖠵𝟐𝟔: Imagine his hands are giant. . . for some reason, so whenever you hold his hand, his completely envelops yours, and he absolutely lives for it. 

꒱₊˚ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 !! 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was a hard one to read at first because you couldn't tell if he was just being his normal playful self or if he genuinely liked you.

in reality, he was actually very smitten by you and, similar to Diluc, was hesitant to tell you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: His main concern was that he didn't want you to think he was being a creep with some ulterior motive or something of the sort.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: And so he went to Lisa for some words of advice, and she made sure to emphasize he shouldn't sound so flirtatious when confessing and should be a bit more genuine.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Asked you over for dinner, pushing a bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias into your arms when you got to his house.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: When he finally got to confessing to you, he stumbled over his words a little because he was so scared of messing it up.

so when you accepted his feelings, it felt like he could fully breathe again. he immediately pulled you in his arms and squeezed you, promising you he'd take good care of you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Nicknames can arrange from flirtatious to lovesick. Some of his favorites are “angel,” “doll,” “baby,” and “princess/prince.”

❝Ah, I see my angel has decided to come visit me from the heavens. How's your day coming along, my princess/prince? No one's been giving you trouble, I presume? Archons know if someone is and what'll I do to them. . .❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Lots and lots of teasing !! He loves to see you all flushed because of him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: His hands are naturally very cold because of his vision, and he'll sneak them up your shirt or press them against your cheeks to mess with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Diluc doesn't know how you put up with him but is grateful that you keep him in check.

and even though he won't admit it, he's glad his brother found someone that makes him so happy.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You humble him from time to time when he gets too prideful.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: He stopped going to the tavern as much because you mentioned that you started getting worried and frustrated that he drank so much.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Always keeps an arm slung around your waist or shoulder while you're out together.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Wants to celebrate every accomplishment you achieve. Finished all your commissions for the week ?? Fuck yeah, date time !!

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Although he's flirty, ever since he started dating you, he reserved his flirting for you alone. If someone makes a move on him, he'll scoff and brush them off.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always passionate and warm. He wants you to be reminded that you're his s/o and nobody else's with each kiss.

he normally has a hand on your jaw or chin so that you can't move away from him.

he loves to trail his kisses down your jaw and collarbone. seeing you shiver from pleasure boosts his ego, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Leaves love bites down your neck and collarbone.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn't take people giving you trouble lightly. . . He'll happily give someone a lesson or two if it means they'll leave you alone for the greater good.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Won't sleep for days if you're hospital-ridden because you got critically injured. He'll be at your side through all of it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Gets so worried that you're going to disappear like everyone else in his life.

꒱₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 !! 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s so so sweet but overall very shy !! And slightly inexperienced when it comes to dating. . . He’s learning as he goes, LOL.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: The poor boy had no idea what to do with himself when he first fell in love with you, so he rushed to Kaeya for advice. Can’t tell if that was a bad or good idea. . .💀💀

𖠵𝟎𝟑: You’ll have to be patient with him ‹/3 Even a few weeks into the relationship, he’ll still be a little sheepish when initiating affection.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: (↑) Don’t let that distract you from the fact that he loves any ounce of love you throw at him !!

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He’s incredibly reliable !! If you need help with something with physical or mental, he’ll gladly help you in any way he can ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Finds himself scribbling hearts on the maps he’s planning out because his mind wanders to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Hopes to find the time to visit one of the other nations with you !! It doesn’t necessary matter which one, he just wants to travel the world with you at his side ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟖: You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s planning on making a giant map, color-coded and all, with some of his favorite moments with you jotted down on it ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Absolutely hates whenever you’re upset !! It breaks the poor boy’s heart because he lives to see your smile ):

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Likes to call you “angel,” “cecilia,” “love,” “sweetheart,” and “baby/babe.”

❝Angel? Are you home? I’m back from my expediti—wOAH! Oh! There you are, (NAME)! I—I missed you too, sweetheart! So, so much. . . Say, are you, by chance free right now? You maybe want to grab some snacks from Good Hunter and g-go to Windtrace?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is completely smitten with you and will do anything in his willpower to keep you safe ‹/3

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Sometimes adventurers will find you two passed out together under the Windtrace Tree, cooing quietly at cute you guys are.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always, ALWAYS gets you some type of gift on important days: your birthday, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Windblume, etc, etc. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) One of his favorite holidays is Valentine’s Day because it gives him a reason to spoil you ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Always writes you really cute love letters when he’s away on the more lengthy expeditions ‹3

you can guarantee that the grand master (cannot remember the name of him for the life of me 💔) teases the hell out of him about you ‹/3 he always makes sure to ask him if he’s proposed yet. . . just you wait til’ he replies with yes, LMAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If he sees you’re shivering, his coat is around you in seconds. He hates whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn’t catch a break from Kaeya’s teasing ‹/3 Jean or Diluc normally have to slap him on the back of the head for him to shut up.

DILUC: “Give the boy a break, Kaeya. At least he has someone; the only thing you seem to have these days is a crippling alcohol addiction.”

KAEYA: “(Scoffs.) Well, as far as i’m concerned you don’t seem to have a significant other either, Diluc. Takes another drink of wine.”

“Um. . . let’s—let’s go get some fresh air, s—shall we, cecilia?”

𖠵𝟏𝟖: People tend to underestimate his strength. If he sees you walking towards a puddle, he’ll lift you with one arm and carry you over it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: He’s very articulated and swift !! I mean, he uses three different weapons and can switch between within a second—in which, he’s very good at protecting you from unwanted attacks.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Gets INCREDIBLY flustered whenever you compliment him. 😭

꒱₊˚ 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐑 !! 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟏: GOODEST BOY #1 !1!1!1

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Poor Razor had no knowledge and experience in crushes, so when he gained butterflies in his stomach when he was around you one day, he internally panicked because he thought he was sick with something.

however, when he explained how he felt to Bennett, his friend happily assured him that he had not fallen to some new illness but rather was in love with you!

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Bennett encouraged him to tell you because he thought you two would be the cutest couple in all Teyvat. (And let’s be honest, you are.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Since he had no prior knowledge of confessions, he didn’t know if there was an appropriate time for it or if he should dwell on it, so he just flat-out told you how he felt when he saw you next.

you didn’t understand what exactly he was implying at first, but when you put the pieces together, you melted right on the spot.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: His nonexistent tail wagged when you cheerfully explained that you reciprocated the feelings !!

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Since he isn’t as adapted to relationship customs, he usually refers to you as “lupical.” but when Bennett described what affectionate nicknames are, he started to call you “pup” as well. (Because baby wolves are called pups !!)

❝Um, lupical. . . Friend Bennett told Razor that a. . . kiss was something humans in relationships do. So Razor wanted to know i-if you wanted to try it. . .❞

you had to explain to him what it was at first and what to do before placing a chaste kiss on his lips (:

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Is a sucker for any affection; he always indistinctively leans into your touch. He is quite literally a touch-starved puppy.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Bennett playfully teases him about how lovey he gets with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Looves to cuddle you !! his favorite position is when he’s lying on your chest or stomach so that he can fall asleep to your heartbeat with his arms enclosed around your lower half. he finds you very warm and soft !!

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You teach him a lot of things he never got to learn growing up (:

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Protective of you, but not in a possessive way. He just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. So he always stands in front of you whenever you guys encounter any hilichurls, treasure hoarders, etc.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Pouts whenever he smells another guy’s scent on you before hugging you tightly so you’re covered in his scent.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You like to brush through and do his hair and he adores it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Teaches you lots of survival skills.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Teaches you how to make lots of veggie and meat-based dishes!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Good luck trying to hide any injury from him; he can smell blood from a mile away. Also danger !! You're in good hands here.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Ever since you taught him how to kiss, he’ll randomly go up to you, grab your face, and just give you a biiig smooch.

his kisses are hard to put into words. they’re warm and passionate, per sé. you can tell how much he loves you when he kisses you.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You and Bennett help him with bigger vocabulary words that he isn’t generally used to—then focusing on how to form a sentence correctly.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Lots of camping dates! he gets nervous with lots of people around, preferring to be with you alone in the woods somewhere with not as much noise.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: He sometimes licks you as a form of affection ):

he’s also tried licking your wounds clean, but you’ve gently explained to him that it’s unsafe and unsanitary. he’s resorted to just pressing a simple kiss to them now.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He likes to affectionately bite/nibble on you, so you have various bite marks scattered on your body because of him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 !! 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He feared falling in love because being an archon meant that he was immortal, and he knew the chances that whoever he would fall in love with wouldn’t be.

and he was doing good at first! so for a while, he didn’t get so worked up about it.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you showed up in Monstandt, and after becoming close friends with you, fell hard.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: At first, he decided against the idea of telling you for a few reasons, such as not to ruin what you guys had and not to get insanely attached to you as he did with the nameless bard, just for you to die right in front of him.

but his feelings for you deepened with time, and he didn’t want to live tied down by his past and rather just live in the moment with you at his side.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: And so, he confessed to you via a song he wrote and, at the end, gifted you a bouquet of cecilias.

it felt like time stopped for him when you said you felt the same, and he couldn’t help but squeeze you in his arms.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Likes to call you “windblume,” “(my) love,” and “(my) cecilia.”

❝Ah! Welcome home, windblume! Did the warm winds bring you any comfort today? I hope you know that whenever the wind envelops you, that’s me hugging you when I’m not at your side!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: If you’re taller than him, he’ll beg you to give him piggyback rides everywhere.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Dedicates most of his songs and poems about you.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’ll give you random kisses just out of nowhere; it doesn’t matter when or where; he just likes to watch the color rise to your face (given if it’s visible with your skin color.)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: If you need to destress or relax, he’ll take you up to the hands of one of the Statues Of Seven or up to Starsnatch Cliff.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: If he sees you injured or upset by another person’s hands or words, he will GLADLY rearrange whoever did it.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Begged Albedo to help him find a way to maintain your youth if not make you immortal.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: This boy is so infatuated with you; it’s unreal 💔

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You’re the only one he gets to see him in his archon form, and he finds that really special.

he absolutely melts whenever you kiss or trace over his archon markings. his stomach always fills with butterflies when you do it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: If your hair is braid-able, he’ll braid your hair to look like his so that you’re matching !!

he taught himself to do all different kinds of braids, so don’t worry about your hair type.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: He likes to hum you to sleep or to calm you down; his voice is pleasant to listen to, so you never digress.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If you asked him to flip the world upside down, he probably would. . . ?? He’s that in love with you.

[jobean12-blog]

Playing for Keeps

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader (friends to lovers)

Word Count: 2,634

Summary: You and Eddie are friends but there’s obvious tension between you and when he steps in to save the day it’s too difficult to deny it any longer. 

Author’s Note: I’ve missed my sweet Eddie so! And when @the-slumberparty announced their week 4- Across the Universe Challenge it was the perfect opportunity to visit him again! I love AU’s! And this is in a college AU setting! They’ve all graduated HS and are finishing up college, so over 21 at this point. My lovely Eddie darlings also shared this tumblr post with me and it was too good to resist adding a little snippet to the story! Thank you to Navy and Roo for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️The college divider is by my sweet Daisy @firefly-graphics and the bat divider is by my lovely @wannabehamlet thank you both! 🥰

Warnings: lots of flirty and sweet fun, slightly possessive Eddie, good friends, soft touches, fake dating for a hot minute, kisses

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @rosetico thank you lovely🥰

 Eddie Munson Masterlist

The light tap on your window makes you smile before you even look up and when you do you’re met with smiling brown eyes and a cute little bat drawn in the morning condensation that frosts the glass.

With a dramatic ‘oof’ Eddie pushes the window open and falls through, landing on your bed.

“Hi babes,” he chimes as he rolls off and stands. “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” you say, looking back down at your drawing pad and popping the p. “Lemme just finish this part.”

He skips over to you and settles at your shoulder, peeking at the paper in your hand.

“Oh man,” he cheers. “I love it so far! I’m gonna be covered in tattoos by the time you’re done.”

You grin as you finish the sketch and then close it and drop it in your bag. Eddie holds out his hand and pulls you from the floor.

“Come on,” he says, moving toward the window.

“Eddie,” you deadpan. “We can use the front door.”

“Oh,” he mutters. “Right.”

He spins with a flourish and rushes you out of your room and out of the apartment.

You arrive to class with a few minutes to spare and shuffle into your seats. Eddie sits with a plop and starts wildly patting his jacket and then his pants.

His mouth opens to speak but before he even asks the question you have a pen in your hand and you’re waving it in front of his face.

“Thanks sweetheart,” he winks. “I don’t know where all my pens go!”

“I do,” you mumble.

He looks at you expectantly.

“They’re hidden all over your apartment. You’re always walking around with one in your mouth or behind your ear and then you put them down and boom. GONE! I don’t know where but they have to be somewhere!”

He stares at you unblinking before he shrugs with a quiet, “hmph yeah.”

You playfully roll your eyes and get comfortable, going back to your sketch while you wait for the professor.

Suddenly, Eddie’s hand is between your eyes and the paper, a little smiley face drawn on his thumb and pointer finger.

“Hi, my name’s Eddie,” he says in a silly voice as he opens and closes his hand like it’s talking. “Do you wanna come to my show this weekend?”

You drop your pencil to the pad and grab his hand, kissing the spot where the face is drawn and holding it up in front of your face.

“Of course I’ll come to your show Eddie,” you giggle.

He bumps your shoulder with his and leans in to kiss your cheek just as your professor walks in.

“Alright, break it up kids. You can flirt later. Time to learn Astronomy,” he reprimands as he strides down the steps.

Eddie’s cheeks turn pink and he pulls away, dropping his head.

You stifle a giggle and bend down close to him, brushing his hair away so you can see his face.

“Busted,” you tease.

He gives you the side eye but even so his lips turn up into a mischievous smile.

‘Tap, tap, tap.’

Eddie peers into your room through the window, pressing his face closer and fogging up the glass. He rubs it with his hand and tries again.

You walk in just as he gives the glass a harder tap and you scream, startled from the noise and the silhouette of Eddie’s dark curls against the window.

Your fingers tighten on the towel and you rush over just as he gives you a sheepish look, mouthing sorry.

Before you help him inside, you make sure your towel is secure, then lift the window.

“You scared me to death!” you shout as you stomp away and he falls through the opening, bouncing on your bed. “You’re lucky you didn’t fall!”

“Sorry princess,” he croons as he hops up behind you, swallowing hard when his eyes sweep over your bare skin.

He grabs one of his curls and mindlessly chews on it, his eyes following you as you move around the room.

At his unusual silence you turn and narrow yours eyes suspiciously. He jumps and averts his stare.

“You ok?” you ask him as you close the distance between you.

“I’m feeling a bit…,” and he sort of wiggles and dances in front of you like he’s a ball of energy, “excited for tonight.”

You can’t stop your smile as you rest a calming hand on his chest and lean up to kiss his cheek.

“You’re always excited,” you joke. “But don’t worry you’re gonna kill it,” you assure him.  

When you turn away he presses his fingers to his cheek and closes his eyes, relishing in the feel of your lips lingering on his skin.

“What should I wear?” you ask him as you search your closet. “Is it cold out?”

No answer.

“Eddie,” you call, half buried in clothes.

“Huh? What was that babe?”

“Any suggestions on what I should wear?” you ask again.

“Um…everything you wear is nice. You always look amazing.”

You give him a soft smile of thanks.

“You’re the sweetest but that’s no help.”

Sighing lightly you look back into your closet and grab your favorite little black dress then head to your drawers for undergarments.

With your matching bra and panties in hand you give Eddie an excited smile and exclaim, “I’m just gonna get dressed and do my face then we can leave.”

He nods, his gaze focused on the lace dangling from your fingers.

“Can you turn around?” you ask with a smirk.

“Who? Me?” he says dragging his eyes up to yours.

You twirl your finger around and tap your foot, trying to hide your smile.

He holds his hand over his heart as if you’ve wounded him and then relents with an exaggerated spin before throwing himself on your bed face first.

“Tell me when you’re dressed,” he says, his words muffled by your blanket.  

You start to hum the melody to one of your favorite Corroded Coffin songs and you can hear him start to sing along with you, his butt shaking on the bed.

When you stop singing and start grunting in frustration, he perks up and peeks out through his hair, holding the curls open like a curtain.

“You ok over there?” he asks.

“I can’t…” you grumble, “I can’t zip my dress up! UGH!”

Your hands fall to your sides and you huff and when you turn to ask Eddie for help he’s already there standing right in front of you.

There’s very little space between you and his chest nearly brushes yours with his sharp intake of breath when you ask, “would you?”

You give him your back and wait, your eyes trained on the reflection of the two of you in the mirror that hangs above your dresser.

With shaky hands he reaches for the zipper, pinching it between his fingers and resting his other hand on your lower back. He slowly pulls it up, his knuckles brushing your skin with the motion.

You tremble at his touch and his eyes widen and focus on yours in the mirror’s reflection.

“Thanks,” you breathe out, toying with your necklace and lowering your lashes.

Keeping his eyes on you he fingers the strap of your dress before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

“Any time princess.”

The bar is already busy by the time you arrive and the noise of the crowd mixed with the sounds of Corroded Coffin tuning up creates a din that leaves your ears ringing.  

You rest against the bar and idly sip your drink. Steve and Robin are next to you arguing about their love lives.

There are several girls swarming the stage but Eddie doesn’t even seem to notice them, his sole focus on his guitar…and you. You give him a little wave, twinkling your fingers as you gaze back at him over the rim of your glass.

“So,” Steve drawls, bumping your shoulder.

You meet Steve’s eyes and raise your eyebrows in question.

Steve looks between you and Eddie several times before he scoffs.

“You and Eddie…” he states.

“Me and Eddie what?” you ask, cocking a hip.

“You’ve been hanging out a lot this semester,” Steve adds.

“I’m designing a new tattoo for him and we’re in three classes together,” you explain.

“And?” Steve waits.

“And I like hanging out with him. We’re friends.”

“Mm hm…I don’t look at my friends like that,” Steve teases.

“Like what?” you hiss.

Steve dips his head to whisper in your ear, “like I wanna drag ‘em into the bathroom to fuck.”

Your mouth falls open and you give him a hard shove.

“Ugh Harrington!” you groan.

Steve just smiles knowingly and waves to Eddie when he’s sees that he’s watching the whole interaction.

After Corroded Coffin places their first set you move back to the bar to grab Eddie a beer. You’re standing and waiting for the bartender when you hear a familiar voice call your name.

You turn to see your ex-boyfriend, Scott, smiling at you.

“Hey,” he says, sliding past Steve to get next to you. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You blankly stare at him for a moment before saying, “I’m really surprised to see you. Shouldn’t you be across the country right now at school?”

“Yea…well actually I transferred. I’m back in Indiana,” Scott says.

“Oh,” is all you manage to say before downing half your drink.

“That’s it?” he laughs dryly. “I thought you’d be more excited to have me back.”

He says the last sentence with a hint of flirtation and you cringe.

“Why?” you answer. “We broke up because you’re a cheater and a liar.”

He has the audacity to look shocked. Thankfully, before Scott can say something else stupid, Eddie walks up behind you and slides his arms around your neck in a hug.  

“Who’s this beautiful?” he asks, his tone slightly possessive as he moves next to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“This is Scott,” you tell Eddie, giving him a look.

You can see Eddie’s jaw clench and feel his fingers tighten on your waist.

“Scott,” Eddie says with a curt nod.  “What are you doin’ here?”

Scott straightens up and puffs out his chest. “Not that it’s any of your business but I moved back to Indiana.”

“Who is this guy?” Scott asks you, pointing a finger at Eddie.

“Her boyfriend,” Eddie fibs before you can reply. “Eddie.”

Eddie doesn’t offer his hand and instead tucks you into his side and kisses the top of your head.

You lean into Eddie and smile before handing him his beer.

He thanks you quietly and takes a swig, pinning Scott with a glare.

The awkward moment with Scott gets broken when Jeff calls Eddie back to the stage.

“You gonna be ok princess?” Eddie asks as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“I’m good,” you assure him, hoping your voice doesn’t waiver from feel of his lips on your skin. “Thanks.”

He looks skeptical and reluctantly let’s you go but not before he leans down close and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“See you after the show,” he whispers with a wink.

You press your hands to his chest, steadying yourself and trying not to think about how good he feels beneath them.  

He walks off backward, his eyes never leaving yours until he turns to hop onto the stage and then they connect with you again, his expression heated.

“Sooooo…you and that guy?” Scott asks, effectively ruining the moment.

“What do you mean that guy?” you grit out. “His name is Eddie and he’s my boyfriend.”

“I just didn’t realize that was your type,” Scott shrugs, taking no note of the venom in your tone.

“Oh really? Do you think cheating liars are my type then?” you say derisively.

Scott’s upper lip curls in disgust and he steps closer to you, invading your space. You try to move back but there’s too many people and even though the noise level is high you can still hear his whispered insult.

“When did you become such a raging bitch?”

Your head jerks back and your eyes water, your mouth moving but the words lost. Just when you find your voice you feel the hard press of leather at your back and the scent of Eddie envelopes you in safe comfort.

“What did you say to her?” Eddie seethes. “What the fuck did you say?”

Eddie skirts around you and pushes you protectively behind him, his finger now in Scott’s face.

“Eddie,” you say quietly, tugging on his jacket. “It’s ok.”

“No it’s not sweetheart,” Eddie answers softly before pushing farther into Scott’s space.

“What. Did. You. Say?” Eddie asks again, curling his hand into a fist.

“He called her a raging bitch!” Robin growls from beside you.

You didn’t even know she was nearby and she gives you a reassuring smile, grabbing your hand to squeeze it.

Steve slides up next to Eddie, hands crossed over his chest and his expression hard.

“Are we about to kick some preppy ass Munson?” Steve asks, widening his stance.

“It’s either that or this piece of shit gets the fuck out of my bar,” Eddie says.

Scott looks between Eddie and Steve before he glances behind them and at you. He throws you one last disgusted glare and then quickly turns on his heels and brushes past the now staring crowd and walks out the door.

Everyone erupts into cheers.

You spin around and into Eddie’s arms.

“Oh my god,” you mutter, burying your face in his chest.

Eddie gently rubs your back and pulls you closer.

“You ok?” he asks softly, sliding his fingers between your bodies and tucking them under your chin to lift your face.  

“You’re already the best boyfriend I’ve ever had and you’ve only been my fake boyfriend for ten minutes,” you say with a wry smile.

His eyes light up and he brushes his fingers across your cheek.

“That’s because all your other boyfriends were total assholes,” he states.

“Pretty much,” you agree.

“EDDIE LET’S GO! WE’RE ON IN FIVE!” Jeff shouts from the stage.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie mutters, holding on to you tighter.

“No, it’s ok. You have to go play,” you tell him with a shake of your head and a small shove.

He grabs your wrists and instead drags you closer, pressing you against him.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you…” he murmurs as his head dips just enough so you can feel his warm breath caress your cheek, “since the moment I saw you.”

A breathy “oh,” is all you get out, your shoulders drawing inward with a tremble as he moves closer. His fingertips skim along your skin and trace the neckline of your dress then move to your shoulder to fix the fallen strap.

“Think I can be your boyfriend for real?” he asks, his eyes dropping to your lips as he inches closer.

You slowly exhale a “yes,” as your head moves up and down in agreement.

His nose bumps yours with the lightest touch before he whispers, “thank fuck,” and the corner of his mouth turns up into a boyish but smug smirk.

His hands move to your face, cradling your cheeks, and you feel the brush of his rings against your heated skin, the sensation making your eyelashes flutter.

He kisses you gently, carefully, but it isn’t gentleness you want, not now, not after all that’s happened, and you fist your hands into his leather jacket, tugging him harder against you.

And then he’s kissing you harder, the intensity stealing your breath until you realize you’ve had a taste and you’ll never have enough.

@buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy @goldylions @dreamlessinparis @seitmai @peaches1958​ @munsonsduchess​ @hiddles-rose​

[omgrachwrites]

Just Friends? - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: fluff, adorable drunk!Dalton

Prompt: 'You're so warm.'

A/N: Aaaah! My first fic for my 2k writing celebration, thank you so much @fluentmoviequoter for requesting, I hope you enjoy! If you guys want to request anything just drop me an ask or a message! Hope you guys all enjoy this, I love you all very much! xxx

There was comfortable silence in Dalton’s dorm room as he worked on an Art project and you were working on your English assignment. You loved the fact that you felt so comfortable with each other that you were able to do this. You glanced up at Dalton, who looked so cute with his brow furrowed, the tip of his tongue sticking out slightly as his hand moved across his sketchbook.

He must have felt you looking because he looked up at you, his cheeks flushing, “what’s up?”

“Please, come to the party with me,” you whined.

Dalton sighed and glanced down at his sketchbook before he looked back up at you, “Y/N,” he groaned, “I really have no interest in going to another party surrounded by frat boys and their stupid girlfriends.”

You huffed and flopped back dramatically on the spare bed you were sitting on, “fine.”

Dalton laughed at how dramatic you were, “are you going to have a little temper tantrum if I don’t take you to the party?” he teased.

You turn your head to face him, “will it change your mind if I do?”

He shook his head fondly as he began sketching again, “sorry, but no.”

You pouted, “but I think it’ll do you some good to get out of the dorm though. And, besides, you closed the door so there won’t be any dead guys lurking in any bathrooms,” you joked.

Dalton thought about it for a second and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head, “fine,” he sighs, “but if the party sucks, I’m blaming you.”

“Woo! You’re the best!” you grin as you sit up.

“I know, I know,” he smirked, “I am pretty great.”

You laughed, “you’re oh so humble too.”

The two of you quickly finished your work and agreed to meet back at Dalton’s dorm around 7pm. You had a hard time deciding on what to wear, you didn’t want to make it seem like you were trying too hard, after all it was a casual night with your best friend. God, you were such a cliché, having feelings for your best friend. You pushed the thoughts out of your head as you finally decided on an outfit and quickly got ready before heading to Dalton’s dorm.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a grin as he stepped out to lock the door to his room, “you look good.”

“Thanks,” you flushed, “so do you.”

He said nothing but ducked his head to hide the smile on his face. You both walked out into the cold night air to start the short walk to the frat house. You were meeting Chris there as she was going with some of her other friends.

Dalton shoved his hands in his pockets as he glanced at you, “so why are you so excited to go to this party? Are you meeting up with someone?” his voice was weird as he asked you that last part.

You scoffed at his words, “no, I just think it’d be good to get out and you need to loosen up and get drunk.”

Dalton laughed, “I’m not sure I like getting drunk.”

“Well,” you start, “if you do end up getting drunk I’ll look after you.”

“Really?” he asked as he glanced at you.

“Of course, I’m destined to look after the slightly awkward, cute art student,” you joke.

Dalton flushed as he kept his eyes on your face, blinking rapidly, “you think I’m cute?”

“I do think you’re cute,” you grin, “surely, you hear it all the time?”

He shook his head, “I’m not used to getting compliments, especially off pretty women,” he grinned at you as he ran a hand through his hair.

Now it was your turn to go red, “you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he corrected himself with a grin as you walked into the frat house together and you smiled as warmth filled your chest.

The frat house was very generic, there were flashing lights and sweaty bodies pressed up together as they danced. There were people doing keg stands and people playing beer pong in the centre. You met Chris by the drinks table and she waved with a grin as you approached.

Dalton touched your shoulder as he gestured to the drinks table, “do you want wine, beer, or whatever that is?” he pointed at the solo cup, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

You laughed, “I think beer is the safest option,” it was the only alcohol on the table that was in a sealed bottle. Dalton nodded in agreement as he grabbed two bottles, cracking them both open and handing one to you.

The both of you hung out at the side-lines of the party, people watching while Chris was upstairs, looking for stuff in vacant rooms. Now that you were here, you were starting to feel a little overwhelmed. Dalton looked increasingly more uncomfortable as you drained your beer and went to grab two more, you felt guilty for dragging him here.

You touched his wrist to get his attention over the loud music, “you want to go outside?” you spoke in his ear, smiling when he nodded his head, relief spreading out across his face.

You took his hand and the both of you walked outside to the pool area. It was quieter out here, there was a lot less people. The both you sat on one of the sun loungers, so close together that your knees touched and you didn’t have to shout to hear each other. There was a drinks table out here too and the two of you made your way through it as you talked about everything and anything, feeling more and more buzzed.

Dalton looked so handsome in a white button down that brought out the blue of his eyes and his long wavy hair was loose. His eyes looked so pretty beneath the lighting of the pool that you looked away from his face as you spoke, “I’m really sorry for dragging you here, it seemed like it would be better in my head.”

Dalton laughed lightly as he linked his fingers through yours, making you look back at him, “don’t apologise, I like the fact I’m here with you,” you smiled as you squeezed his hand in response.

Chris came out to join you, showing you the things she had snagged from the bedrooms upstairs and between the three of you – and the few other people outside – you drank through all the beer on the table outside. None of you would touch the wine or whatever was in the solo cup. You offered to head back into the frat house to grab more drinks. You snagged three bottles of beer and as you were about to head back outside you saw Chris watching something with a look of disbelief on her face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked here as you passed her a bottle of beer.

She pointed, “Dalton is doing a keg stand, he must have been more drunk than we thought,” she laughed.

You watched as Dalton was lowered back to the ground, beer spilling down his front with a grin on his face as the boys around him cheered. He noticed you and called your name excitedly as he held out his arms as he walked over you to give you a hug.

His grin dropped as he pulled away from the hug and he clutched his stomach, looking at you, his eyes wide like a little boy’s, “I don’t feel good,” he mumbled and you had to fight back a laugh.

“C’mon, I’ll take you home,” you rubbed his back and he nodded, you glanced back at Chris, “I’ll text you when I’m back,” you smiled, knowing that she was staying with her friends.

She nodded, “make sure he doesn’t choke on throw up,” she laughed.

It was pretty difficult getting Dalton home when he didn’t contribute much, his feet dragged against the floor and it took twice as long to get back to the dorms. As you got back to his dorm you got some clean clothes from the drawer and handed them to him, turning around so he could change. He snuggled into his bed and you sat at the edge, stroking his hair from his flushed face, passing him a water bottle you got from his mini fridge.

“Do you feel okay?” you asked, “are you going to be sick?”

He shook his head, “no, not gonna be sick,” he slurred his words and he looked up at you with wide eyes, “will you stay and cuddle with me?” he asked, pulling the covers back and scooching back against the wall.

You couldn’t deny him, especially when he looked at you like that, you grinned and got into bed with him, wrapping your arms around him, he leaned his head on your chest, his soft breath blowing against your neck, “you’re so warm,” he mumbled as you stroked his hair.

He was silent for a couple of moments before he spoke again, “can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“You can’t tell, Y/N though, you have to promise,” he yawned and you fought back a laugh, he was obviously so far gone.

“I promise,” you laugh.

“I have the biggest crush on, Y/N,” he said simply and you stared at him, feeling a happy bubble rise in your chest, “but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“I don’t think it’ll ruin your friendship,” you whisper, “you should tell her, she might feel the same,” you pressed a kiss against his forehead, speaking against his skin.

“Hmm maybe.”

He was silent for a couple of moments, and you spoke up again, “Dalton?”

He didn’t answer but the slow pace of his breathing told you he was asleep and you grinned as you held him tighter before succumbing to sleep yourself.

[solitude4chiron]

Besties, right?

Miles 1610 x Black!fem!Artist reader

A/n: I know I’m wild for promising y’all this fic and just now dropping it 🤦🏾‍♀️ I had some crazy writers block ngl but I’m back 🙏🏾 I’ll be debating if I want to do a pt.2 for this 🫣

🎧- Love Galore- SZA, Travis Scott

Sometimes you questioned you and Miles’s relationship. Not in a bad way though. He was the sweetest boy you knew, at times he was too sweet, but that was just how he showed he cared. You both had been friends since elementary. Yeah, maybe you shared a kiss under the slide, or used to crush on each other, but you both left that in the past. There was no feelings there anymore..Right?

Millimeters 🙄: “You eat today y/n”

“nah 🥲 I’m sketching rn I’ll eat later”

Millimeters 🙄: “whatchu want for dinner 🤦🏾‍♂️”

“nothing”

Millimeters 🙄: “ight gimme a minute”

He always did little stuff like that, but after he’d always clarify it was in a best friend way, just incase.

Before you could get back to drawing there was a knock at your window, and a boy with a bag of food in his hand.

“Miles I told you I wasn’t hungry.” You said with a bit of a frown on your face. You couldn’t help but feel guilty when people did stuff for you, even if they didn’t mind.

“You said you weren’t hungry but you be lying soo…” He came into your room and closed the window, placing the food on your desk and flopping back on your bed.

“So what’s been up witchu y/n? You still talking to that boy from art?”

“I was never talking to him, we literally just sit next to each other in class.” You shrugged turning your back to him at your desk. He came over your shoulder to look at your sketchbook.

“You know you can take breaks right? Arts supposed to be fun.”

“I know, I’m tryna get this scholarship.”

“You will. Just chill with me for now.” He responded, closing your sketch book and getting his food out of the bag.

You both started eating and talking together, completely ignoring the time. Miles was right though, art had been consuming you at this point. He just didn’t want you to lose the fun in being creative.

“Anyways, I got us some tickets to a concert, guess who?” He looked up at you with a faint smirk and a mouthful of food.

“Miles you didn’t have to.”

“But I did. Now guess.” He responded quickly.

“I dunno? You really didn’t have to though..”

“Oh well, guess you’ll see who when we go on Friday.” He shrugged and smiled. “Just know you’ll love it.”

For some reason the room had a bit of tension in it, you couldn’t put your finger on why, and you wondered if miles felt the same way.

“Who you lookin cute for?” He said quickly, still looking down at his plate.

“Whatchu mean I’m just wearin pajamas?”

“Oh. You just look really pretty.” He said looking up from his plate with a faint smile.

“Mhm, thank you miles.” You chuckled a little, playing with your food with your fork. “Why you really come over here?” You said, looking up from your plate this time.

“What I can’t see my bestie?” He laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“No like…nevermind.” You said shaking your head a bit.

“You said you was hungry so I brung you food.” He shrugged quickly.

You genuinely couldn’t tell if miles had feelings for you or not. Honestly he acted like this to everyone, not on this scale obviously but he was a sweet person. Your brain was scrambled at this point, anybody looking at you could tell you had something on your mind.

He reached for his phone and sighed, the time was 12pm and his mom wanted him to come home.

“I gotta go, it’s getting mad late.”

“I wanted to ask you..nevermind it’s nothing.” You quickly said, sighing a little.

He got up from your bed and leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek.

“Stop overthinking it y/n.” He said before climbing out of your window.

You sat on your desk chair frozen in place. What just happened? What did he mean by that? A heavy sigh left your lips as you fell back on your bed and clutched your pillow in your arms.

A text pinged through your phone before you fell asleep.

Millimeters 🙄: “Hope you enjoyed the food :)”

“Night miles ❤️”

[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Six: Warm Sapphires

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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chapter summary: With the Rave'N quickly approaching, preparations are in full swing. What will it be - will the two of you dance around your feelings for each other? Or will you finally dance with each other?

Larissa could feel her heartbeat in her throat the entire way to her quarters. She went about her nighttime routine in a daze, thoughts continually drifting back to your evening together. Soon, Larissa found herself standing at the foot of her bed, grinning like a fool at the memory of your little protective streak at dinner. She shook her head lightly, unable to stop the blush rising in her cheeks, and climbed into bed.

Larissa didn’t have to be a mind reader to realize that you’d wanted her to join you in your quarters when you’d gotten back to Nevermore. She could see it in the awkward shuffling of your feet, in your blown pupils, in the way you subtly and subconsciously bit the inside of your cheek. And, oh, how she’d wanted to. 

But something had held Larissa back, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. A feeling which she tried with all the strength she had within her to push down - a feeling that the sex meant more to her than it did to you. And, more importantly, a feeling that her feelings were taking on a life of their own.

What had started off as a way to blow off steam from her demanding career (with the added bonus of Larissa finding you extremely desirable, of course), had turned into something more. It had turned into something that Larissa couldn’t quite name - didn’t dare name. 

What had once been a throbbing between her legs at the sight of you had morphed into a quickening of her pulse and a fluttering in her tummy. What had once been a burning hunger to see you unravel beneath her had turned into a desire for your bright smile to be directed at her, for your hand to warm her own.

Larissa felt frozen in time, wanting to make a move but so hopelessly unsure of herself. She wished she could read your mind, to catch a glimpse of the nature of your own feelings - what an unfair advantage you had. Could you see the parts of herself that Larissa was trying desperately to hide? Did you already know of her feelings, simply choosing not to say anything to spare her dignity?

Larissa was unable to stop her mind from racing, her thoughts circling in an endless loop until, sometime shortly before dawn, her body finally won and she fell into a fitful sleep.

~~~

Marilyn stood outside your classroom door with a binder tucked under her arm, greeting your kids as they filtered out of your classroom. When the stream of students had dissipated, she entered the room and strode over to your desk with a bright smile.

“Principal Weems told me you’d be helping me with the Rave’N?” The redhead was practically vibrating with excitement and you bit back the grin spreading across your own face.

“Y/N L/N, at your service,” you teased, giving her a salute.

“Do you have a minute to go over some details?”

You nodded and Marilyn pulled a chair up to your desk, setting the binder in front of you.

“So what’s the theme?” you asked as Marilyn began to rifle through the papers.

“Climate crisis meets extinction event.” She grinned and you shot her a quizzical glance, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t be so skeptical - it’ll be fun! Let me show you what I have so far.”

Marilyn took you through her ideas for the dance - music, food and drinks, decorations - all outlined meticulously in separate sections with colorful sample sketches and detailed descriptions.

She asked for your input on different ideas she’d come up with and the two of you spent the afternoon settling on the specifics. Minutes turned into hours but by the end of your meeting, you were happy with the outcome - hopefully Larissa would be just as pleased, you thought. 

Marilyn stood to leave. “I’ll set up a meeting later this week with Principal Weems to present her with the final plans.” For a moment, she seemed worried, shifting from foot to foot and biting her lip. “We still need her seal of approval.”

You stood as well, placing your hand on her arm in a soothing gesture. “Don’t worry so much. I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

Marilyn smiled hesitantly. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know Larissa, I’m pretty sure she’s just thrilled she doesn’t have this on her plate as well.”

“If you say so.” A knowing smirk crossed Marilyn’s face and, for a moment, you wondered if what you’d said could somehow be misinterpreted. You shook the thoughts from your head as Marilyn pulled you into a quick hug and bid you farewell.

~~~

Later that week you found yourself in Larissa’s office, sitting across from her at her desk with Marilyn by your side. The redhead took the lead, energetically presenting your plans to the principal while you tried your hardest to focus on what was being said - though focus, apparently, did not come easy to you whenever Larissa was around.

“And you’ve already booked the DJ?” Larissa’s eyes flicked between you and Marilyn, though her gaze lingered on your own for a brief moment. A lovely blush colored her face, so faint you would’ve missed it if you didn’t know Larissa as well as you did.

“Yes, of course,” Marilyn nodded emphatically, smiling smugly at Larissa’s praise. If she noticed the blush, she chose not to comment.

“Well, consider me impressed, Ms. Thornhill, Ms. Y/L/N. You seem to have everything under control.” Larissa slid a paper across the desk listing the names of a few other faculty members. “I hope you don’t mind, I thought you might use some extra help - I’ve taken the liberty of enlisting a few more volunteers for the set-up before the Rave’N.”

“Oh! Thank you - you didn’t have to do that,” you said, reaching out for the paper. Your fingertips brushed against hers and you glanced up at her shyly, your cheeks slowly turning crimson at the dazzling smile she gave you in return. You quickly dropped your gaze to scan the list, pointedly avoiding Larissa’s eyes.

What you completely missed as you stared fixedly down at the paper was the way Larissa’s gaze softened as she caught your blush, and the way Marilyn glanced between the two of you as if watching a tennis match. 

Finally, Marilyn cleared her throat, and both your face and Larissa’s face snapped up to look at her at in perfect time. “If the two of you are done…” she raised an eyebrow and your face burned even brighter. “I should get going, I have a lesson to prepare. Thank you for your time, Principal Weems, I appreciate your support!” She plucked the paper from your hands, tucking it into her binder and rising from her chair. 

You glanced at Larissa whose expression was unreadable as she fixed her gaze on your colleague.

“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill. I can’t wait to see how everything comes together.” Larissa smiled, her voice every ounce the professional she was, avoiding your eyes as she spoke with Marilyn.

The other woman began to walk towards the door. “Y/N, are you coming?”

You fidgeted in your chair, taking just a bit longer to answer than was appropriate. “Uh, yeah, I’m coming.” You offered Larissa a shy smile. “I’ll see you later.” Larissa simply nodded, mirroring your own smile and watching as you stood and followed Marilyn out of the office.

~~~

With the Rave’N quickly approaching, the decoration of Nevermore’s great hall had begun. Some of the other volunteer teachers were carrying in small, round tables and silver, straight-backed chairs, putting them into position as per the chart Marilyn had, of course, created for them.

You took to setting up the long buffet table at the far end of the room and Marilyn sidled up next to you to supervise.

“You know I always wished my high school prom had been more extravagant,” Marilyn sighed wistfully. “I guess this is my way of giving these kids what I wish I’d had. With some extra Outcast flair, of course.”

You smiled ruefully. “I didn’t have the best time at my own Rave’N either…”

“What was your Rave’N like?”

“Horrible,” you chuckled darkly. “My girlfriend broke up with me a whole two days beforehand. We got into a huge fight and… I don't know. I didn’t want to go but my roommate forced me to - something about life going on? Anyway, it was awful, I just kept bumping into my ex and I ended up leaving halfway through.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Marilyn looked regretful, but you simply shrugged. 

“It was a long time ago, I’m not hung up on it or anything. I never liked school dances or big crowds to begin with anyway, so that made it worse, you know?”

“You deserve a do-over.”

You laughed. “What are you suggesting?”

“You should ask Larissa to be your date.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. “Marilyn!” You hissed as your eyes widened in shock, keeping your voice low in fear that another teacher would pass by and hear you. “She’s my boss.”

Marilyn’s returning smirk was almost predatory. “So? That never stopped you from sleeping with her.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head at her statement. “Marilyn!” you screeched, pure panic overriding any sense of subtlety.

The redhead rolled her eyes and snorted. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about, the two of you are about as subtle as a brick.”

“You still don’t have to broadcast it to the whole school! You don’t think anyone else has caught on, do you?” You began to worry your bottom lip between your teeth, ice sluicing through your veins at the thought of your colleagues finding out and losing respect for Larissa, after how hard she worked to keep up her reputation.

Marilyn’s smirk morphed into a kind smile as she noted your genuine fear. “Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone has read into it as much as I have. It’s just… we’re friends, you know? You can’t hide your feelings from me. You do know how Larissa looks at you?”

You froze.

“H-how does she look at me?” You could feel your heartbeat in your throat as you waited for Marilyn to respond.

She grinned, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “You really can’t tell, can you?” She chuckled. “She looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky.”

Your pulse quickened as you thought back to the one time you’d read Marilyn’s mind, after coming back to your quarters in the middle of the night. When Larissa had looked out over the quad after the Poe Cup… she couldn’t have been looking at you, could she?

You swallowed thickly as a blush crept up your neck, spreading a lovely pink hue across your cheeks and climbing like ivy up to the tips of your ears. Marilyn’s grin only widened as she clocked the epiphany that had dawned upon you.

“What… what do I do?” Your voice sounded foreign to your own ears - your mind was miles away, replaying every interaction you’d had with the woman in the past weeks and zeroing in on the carefree smiles gracing Larissa’s face whenever you were around, the rosy tint to her cheeks in the moments where you seemed to fluster her with a sweet gesture or a suggestive comment, the increasing tenderness in her kisses and her touches as of late.

Had you really just been that stupid all along, not noticing the signs that were right in front of you? Like when she hadn’t corrected the receptionist at the spa who thought you were a couple? But. But - she’d been adamant to call you a ‘friend’. She’d never made any move to advance your relationship. Your thoughts warred with one another, no clear winner in sight.

Marilyn scoffed. “You get your girl, that’s what you do.”

“But what if I’m reading into things that aren’t there?” You’d be sick at the desperation in your own voice if you weren’t so focused on tamping down all your hopes, afraid of getting your heart stomped on as it had been too often in the past.

“Listen to me, Y/N. You might be… close with Larissa, but I’ve worked here much longer than you have and I’ve seen my fair share. She’s… relaxed a whole lot in the past few months. Not to mention I’ve never seen her blush before - she only seems to do that when you’re around.” Marilyn laughed. “The two of you act like teenagers around each other. It would almost be cute if I didn’t have to spend all day around teenagers as is.” 

The lighthearted gibe made you chuckle in spite of yourself - and it had given you a lot to think about. Perhaps it was time you asked Larissa out - properly.

~~~

The Rave’N had come together quite nicely - seeing Marilyn’s vision slowly unfold with your own eyes and seeing how enthusiastic she was about the whole ordeal flooded you with affection for your friend, even managing to get you a bit excited for the evening.

You finished your final sweep of the great hall, ensuring nothing was out of place, a pleased smile on your face - you couldn’t decide what you liked the most; the ice sculpture centerpieces, jutting out like jagged crystals on each of the little round tables; the fog machines blasting an icy smoke that hung low over the dance floor; the glint of the disco ball in the white and baby blue strobe lights. Probably, though, it was the DJ booth that looked like it was carved out of ice, giving way to a massive ice sculpture of a yeti. Marilyn’s idea, of course.

You still had ample time to get ready for the evening, and for that you were sincerely grateful. You took your time showering and curling your hair, putting on a bit of makeup - just enough to accentuate your features - you wanted to pull out all the stops. You’d managed to find time to do some shopping in Burlington earlier in the week and you were glad for it - the suit you’d opted for accentuated your figure in all the right places, making you look powerful and put-together - a far cry from the anxiety that was seeping into your bones, making them feel like lead under your skin.

After a final once-over in the mirror, your eyes fell to the single red camellia on your desk - courtesy of Marilyn, who’d graciously allowed you to take one from her greenhouse. 

You hadn’t had a chance to formally ask Larissa to accompany you to the Rave’N - she seemed to be having a horribly busy week and every time you’d stopped by to say hello, you worried you were being a bother and your throat had closed before you were able to get the words out. God, you thought. Marilyn was right, I’m behaving like a teenager.

Every step towards the great hall felt as though you were treading through water. You almost lost your nerve several times but your legs somehow carried you forward, until you stood at the entrance to the dance, taking a moment to breathe deeply and smooth your blazer. You stepped over the threshold to the room, where music was blaring and the mingling of the students and select faculty was already in full swing.

There, in all her ethereal glory, stood Larissa Weems - hair perfectly coiffed with even more elaborate loops than usual, soft curves wrapped in a tasteful silver dress that was so very Larissa that it made a grin spread across your face, hands - god those hands - hidden by a pair of elegant white gloves. The picture of glamor and sensuality. Your eyes raked slowly over her form and, as they landed on her face, she turned her head towards you, her eyes widening and her plump red lips parting.

Your brain ceased all function as your breath caught in your throat. The only thing that existed for you in that moment was Larissa. 

Larissa and her warm sapphires, glued to your own.

x

A/N: what do we think?! is reader gonna have the guts to ask Larissa to dance? also I really struggled with this chapter for some reason, I hope it isn't too obvious.

[bigdealsgoddog]

Lookism characters walking in on your ‘personal self care’

Cw: smut, use of toys, teasing, degradation, ‘caught in the act’

Jake kim(Kim Gimyung)

This teasing lil shit. He had just come home from a long day with big deal and all he wanted was to cuddle up with you on the couch with either a really really bad horror movie or some comedy sketch

That is until he heard your voice moaning his name come from your shared bedroom. He’d have the biggest grin on his face as he walks to your room and quietly opens the door so he can cross his arms and lean against the doorway

God does it take all of his will and patience to not move from that spot as he watched you arching your back while you continued to repeat his name

He had to hold in a chuckle when you finally did notice him, scrambling to pull the covers over you with your face bright red

“Ah-ja-JAKE?!” Cue crashing fumbling sounds as Jake chuckles and slowly walks over to you “I heard you calling my name. So here I am sweetheart”

He got on the bed, grabbing onto the blanket as you tried to retreat, slowly sinking under the blanket “c’mon, you don’t wanna do that on your own right? You were calling my name all cute, I just wanted to help. But I can’t help you if you don’t ask me” He teased, tugging the blanket down a little but keeping you mostly covered

‘Please….’ Your shy mumbling as you looked away, completely embarrassed “what was that? I can’t hear you, you have to be louder” your bright red face just spurred him on, making him smirk at you

“Please make me feel good Jake” you looked up at him as he grinned, swiftly pulling off the blanket that covered you and quickly going to your neck

Samuel seo(Seo Seongun)

Samuel was having a really long day at work, he was stressed out, sore and just really wanted to sip some whiskey on the couch with you wrapped around his arm listening to him vent about his day.

But no, the moment he came home-your presence greeting him at the door noteably missing- he heard your sweet voice calling out to him. He’d raise an eyebrow as he walked to your shared bedroom as he shrugged off his work coat

“(Y/n) you-“ he stopped in his tracks when he got to the door, realizing you didn’t hear him over all of your own little noises

He quietly pushed the door open, watching as you lifted and sunk yourself on your toy as you let out moans and calls for Samuel.

You didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat, your head whipping around to see him arms crossed leaning on the doorway, staring at you like a piece of meat

“Look what we have here. You know I had a very long day at work today and I get to come home to see someone other than me touching what’s mine?” He pushed himself off as he slowly stepped over to you

“Samuel!-you’re home earlier than I thought-you-“ you tried scrambling to cover yourself or even pull off the toy but Samuel stopped you with a firm grip on your waist “I’m home the same time I always am-you wanted to do this on purpose didn’t you you little slut?”

He slowly made you roll your hips on the toy, making you gasp “I’m going to make sure that toy is thoroughly put to use. Then, I’ll show you exactly why you don’t need a stupid toy like this.”

Zack lee(Lee Jinsung)

Zack knows you two haven’t gotten a lot of time alone with each other recently, he decided he wasn’t gonna stop a few places before he went home. Grabbing some snacks, soda and even grabbing some alcohol so you two could finally wind down

You’ve both been through it lately, you both deserve to treat yourselves! And maybe you two could have a little extra fun after-

Zack was whistling as he came inside, setting the bags down on the kitchen counter until he heard your voice calling out to him

He smiled to himself as he grabbed one of the snacks and your favorite drinking before happily walking over to your room “oh (y/n) I’ve got something spe-“ he stopped, nearly dropping the items as your moan was cut off by a gasp and you scrambled to hide yourself and your vibrator.

Your face was bright red in embarrassment as he just stared back surprised. A grin slowly formed on his face as he set the treats down, walking over to you. “I was planning on such a nice night with you with snacks and entertainment-but it looks like you started without me”

He got on the bed and climbed ontop of you as you tried stuttering out a response, both of his hands were on either side of you before one moved to squeeze and gently rub your thigh “you don’t mind if I dig into my snack then do you? I gotta catch up”

[up-to-some-good]

I take the “micro” out of “microfic”…

Happy Valentine’s Day! Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: February 14th - Passion

“What am I gonna do, Prongs?”

James started as Sirius stormed into the dorm, the sudden movement making him splatter ink all over his Valentine’s Day card for Lily

“Ruin my first Valentine’s Day with my beautiful girlfriend, apparently,” James grumbled in response.

“Fuck your plans with Lily.” Sirius flopped dramatically onto the bed next to his friend. “If I don’t get to have a happy Valentine’s, then neither do you.”

“Does Remus even care about Valentine’s? He’s never mentioned it before.”

As he spoke, James carefully used a spell to siphon the ink off his card, unfortunately removing the flowers he’d spent hours drawing as well.

“Oh, I guarantee you he does,” Sirius responded. “He just gave me a long, passionate speech about the holiday on our way to the library. You should’ve heard him, Jamie. If I don’t do something special, he’ll break up with me and I’ll die alone.”

James hummed in response, barely concentrating on his brother’s dramatics as he tried to redo his drawing from before, managing to just barely recreate the poorly drawn roses.

“It’s too late for me now,” Sirius continued. “I’m going to have to face him and admit that I’m the worst boyfriend alive and hope he forgives me.”

“Mmhm.”

Sirius looked over at his friend, finally noticing his absorption and rolled his eyes, before snatching the card away. James made a noise of distress and made to grab for the card, only for Sirius to pull it further away.

“Focus, Prongs! I need your help!”

James sighed and stopped reaching for the card, rubbing his temples.

“Surely you can think of something by yourself?” he asked. “It’s Moony we’re talking about. He won’t want something expensive or grand. Something small and meaningful is his style.”

Sirius sighed. “Like what?”

“I don’t know!” James yelled. “You’re his boyfriend. You figure it out! And give me back my card!”

“Fine.” Sirius stood up and handed the card back over. “I was gonna offer to redraw those roses for you, but since you’re not gonna help me, I won’t waste my artistic talents on helping you.”

He turned and made to leave the door, exaggerating his slow steps. James took a moment to catalogue what sweets he had from their last Hogsmeade trip before giving in.

“Wait, Padfoot.” Sirius paused and turned back, grinning smugly. “I don’t know that I’ll be much help with Moony, but I will trade you two sugar quills for you to fix the card and brainstorm with you while you sketch.”

*

Remus Lupin loved Valentine’s Day. When he was a kid, his Mom would give him pancakes with homemade strawberry jam for breakfast every year on February 14th. Since then, he’d been a fan of the holiday, making sure his friends got a little card every year throughout their Hogwarts career. This year would be his first Valentine’s in a relationship and he was looking forward to spending the day with Sirius.

When he woke up on February 14th, however, his boyfriend was suspiciously absent from their shared bed. Instead, Remus found a small origami heart with a note tucked inside on his pillow.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

The note was in Sirius’s perfect cursive. Remus grinned to himself as he tucked the heart in his pocket and got ready for the day, hoping to meet Sirius at breakfast. On his way down to the Great Hall, he ran into Lily, bouquet, presumably from James, with a card that had some suspiciously well drawn flowers on it.

“Morning, Re,” she greeted as she fell into step with him. “Have you seen Sirius this morning? I want to thank him for helping James with the card.”

“Haven’t seen him yet,” Remus responded easily. “But I’ll let him know.”

Sirius remained conspicuously absent for the rest of the day, having different classes all day, but more origami hearts appeared at random moments, each with a small note in his handwriting.

“I love you” appeared at the bottom of Remus’s mug, right before he poured his morning coffee.

“You’re the best” was on his desk when he arrived at Arithmancy.

“You’re beautiful” landed on his shoe when he bent down in a hallway to tie his laces.

“You’re the smartest of us all” fell out with a library book during Remus’s study period.

Each note made Remus smile and blush, tucking the hearts in his pockets and hoping he’d get to see his boyfriend at some point during the day.

Finally at dinner, a heart appeared on his plate as he sat down in his usual spot.

The note simply read, “Astronomy tower”

Remus bolted up from his seat and ran across the castle, only slowing down at the stairs to the tower. When he reached the top, he started to tear up.

Sirius had set up a picnic for the two of them, a red blanket set on the floor of the tower, with a plate of pancakes resting next to a jar of what looked like strawberry jam. A few candles were dotted around the floor, keeping the lighting dim enough to see the stars but still light enough to see each other.

Sirius himself was standing nervously next to the picnic blanket, fidgeting with his rings as Remus didn’t stared at him and didn’t say anything.

Eventually he cleared his throat.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Moony,” he said with a small smile.

Remus immediately tackled him into a hug, pressing kisses all over his face as Sirius laughed.

“You’re wonderful, Pads, do you know that?” Remus whispered. “Thank you for today.”

“I can’t take all the credit,” Sirius responded. “James helped me set it all up.”

Remus pressed a kiss to his lips, running his fingers through Sirius’s hair.

“Thank you both,” Remus said as he broke the kiss. “I loved it all. I don’t know what I did to deserve it all.”

“You deserve everything, Moons,” Sirius whispered back. “Everything.”

[zhongrin]

◇ a/n ◇ @thestarsofenkanomiya happy birthday haku!! 'tis but a small little present but i hope it brought you just a little bit of joy <3

oh, and here's a handy tool if you need it!

◇ characters ◇ albedo, heizou, ??? (cyoa style)

◇ tags ◇ fluff

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

the morning sun rouses you from sleep, and the birds outside the window insistently chirp as you struggle to gather your consciousness. with a stretch and a sigh, you rub the sleep out of your eyes before glancing lazily at your side table.

.... hmm?

you squint and examine the foreign object that was definitely not there before you went to bed last night.

curious and intrigued, you reach out to take the item, which is…

▷ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker. ▷ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp. ▷ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

▶ 𝑖. a thin rectangular package wrapped in brown paper, sealed with a star sticker.

To my dearest [name],

Thank you for being born and for coming into my life.

I hope that was not too straightforward. I truly wish I can be with you on this very special day, but alas, my responsibility as the Knights of Favonius’ Chief of Alchemist had to intrude at the most inopportune time. Rest assured, however, that I have scheduled the rest of my afternoon and evening off, so I will be by your side soon enough.

In the meantime, I believe Klee will be wanting to spend some time with you. Please refrain from getting into too much trouble. We would not want to have you locked in the timeout room along with Klee on your birthday. I believe she mentioned she wanted to make flower crowns with you, along with some ‘secret project’ she refused to tell me. I have a feeling she wants to tap into her artistic skill to create a little something for you.

They say siblings think alike. I believe the saying must be close to the truth.

My gift to you is enclosed in this envelope. As you can tell at a glance, it’s a sketchbook. But it is not just a new sketchbook for you, my dearest. You should be able to see that it looks used. And if you flip through the pages you will see that they’re filled with my sketches for the past year.

I know you have been studying watercolor painting for some time now, and as I have repeatedly stated, I am quite enamored by your works. Thus, I would like to offer a collaboration. Will you peruse the sketchbook and paint over my sketches? I’m looking forward to seeing the beautiful works that sprout from your beautiful hands.

Happy birthday, my starlight. May your loveliness stay eternal - and while the notion of me making a wish here might not be an appropriate birthday tradition, please indulge my selfish desire (as you always so kindly do):

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔) 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.

Will you help me fulfill my wish, as i swear to do my very best to do the same with yours?

Your stardust, Albedo Kreideprinz.

▶ 𝑖𝑖. a simple envelope sealed with a maroon-colored wax stamp.

Hey partner!

Not much time to write so I’ll get straight to the point: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

I’m sending you the greatest present of all, which should arrive in the afternoon at the day of your birthday! Hmm? What’s the present, you ask? Well…

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜: c2hpa2Fub2luIGhlaXpvdQ==

Haha, it’s not fun to just get the answer straightaway, right? Now, I hope you managed to solve the puzzle before it arrives! I wonder how you’ll react when you see it… Ah, I can only wish I can see your expression directly ;)

Heizou 🔎

▶ 𝑖𝑖𝑖. a medium-sized, bulky package in black, with a somewhat familiar crest on it.

Pet ー

I have a new and very special 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 waiting for you today. Wear what I sent you. You know where to find me.

Don’t be late, now. Or else.

ー 𝕯

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[epithet-beloved]

hihi i was wondering if u could do something for parental epithet ramsey ?? (specifically a black poc kid if u could)

FAMILY PORTRAIT

synopsis… Ramsey draws a portrait of you and wins an argument on the internet.

ft. Ramsey Murdoch

tags… epithet erased, fluff, familial pairing, banter, reader is black, reader and Ramsey live together, reader is implied to also be an artist

word count… 907

a/n… I myself am not black, so if anything in here is inaccurate or could use improvement, you can let us know! I know how much it sucks to not feel represented in fics, so I wanna make everyone feel as welcome as possible on this blog ✧ 🦄

Ramsey could hear your sigh from across the room.

“What is it, kiddo?” From the slight reflection in his drawing tablet, his one eye could spot where you laid on his bed, scrolling on your phone while facing away with him.

“Nothing important.” You wanted to scroll away from the irritating reply, but something kept you staring at it with a foul expression. “Whenever I post about how it isn’t hard to just draw more black characters, there’s always someone in the replies going ‘oh, but it is hard though’!” You did a high, nasally voice of what you imagined some stranger on the internet with a bad opinion to sound like.

At first, Ramsey didn’t say anything at all. Did he even hear you? But eventually, you heard the sound of his chair turning around, causing you to look over your shoulder. Your absolute gerbil of a father sat there with the cockiest grin on his face, leaving you totally clueless as to what would come out of his mouth next.

“Stay still, I’ll prove ‘em wrong.”

Blink. “Whaddya mean?”

By the time those words had escaped your mouth, your dad had already turned back around and opened a blank canvas on his screen. “I’ll do like, a quick sketch. A five minute one or something. Then I’ll post it, because it’s not that hard and anyone who says it is is wrong and they deserve to know how wrong they are.”

Not the words you were expecting to hear. At the same time, though….you weren’t opposed to it.

“You’re saying you want to help me win an argument against someone I don’t know on the internet?”

His golden eye almost seemed to gleam with mischief at the notion. “Ain’t I such a cool dad?”

……Well, it’s not like you could say no to that. So instead, you sighed and tossed your phone onto a pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow and smiling at the man you called your father. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

Once you’d given him express approval, the scammer slash furry artist resumed his position of being hunched over his tablet all too eagerly. Despite his almost childish glee, the movements of his hand were still precise, almost effortlessly so. It was never something you really mentioned to him or anything, since he’d probably get all smug about it, but it was a skill you hoped you’d be able to hone one day, too.

It was a comfortable silence, at least, between Ramsey’s reminders of “no peeking!” as he covered the canvas with his other hand. Even if the anticipation was gnawing at you a little, you felt….relaxed. Fading evening light spilled through the gaps in the blinds, and you could faintly hear the sound of a fan running in the background. It was a quiet evening with no responsibilities, nothing to do. Just you and your weird dad.

Speaking of said weird guy….

“You done?”

“Yeah, almost.” His pen strokes were getting smaller than before, probably adding the minute details after blocking out the basic shapes at the beginning. “Just need to clean this up a bit aaaand….” With surprising dexterity, he flipped his pen in his hand to do some quick erasing. “Yeah! Looks good.”

With a quick mutter of “lemme see”, you scuttled over to your father’s desk to peek at the final product, so to speak. Now that you were standing right next to him, the Australian seemed almost sheepish.

Scratching the back of his neck with one hand, he would say, “I maaaybe stylized it a bit, so it isn’t a one to one, but I thought it would be cute!”

…..It was. It was cute.

As your eyes scanned over the rough sketch, you noticed all the little details that you hardly thought about when you looked at yourself, but Ramsey seemed to have recorded with surprising accuracy. Your facial features, body proportions, hairstyle, and overall form were all mostly blocked out with simple shapes, but even then, there was something about the way Ramsey used them that gave it so much personality. Your personality.

“This is how you see me?”

“Yeah.” His response was so quick that you doubt he even questioned it. It just came naturally to him. “It’s easy to draw you, mostly ‘cause I see you every day, but also ‘cause I love you. I mean, It’s beyond easy to draw what you love, you know?”

….That was beyond corny, even for him. That’s what you wanted to say out of your own embarrassment, but he was just so….casual about it that you didn’t wanna ruin the moment.

In your trance of trying to think of what to say next, you noticed something.

“I was smiling?”

Ramsey cocked a brow. Did he think you’d already known that? “Yeah. Why?” After a pause, his ratty features took on a more playful expression, and he scooched over to give you a light bump with your elbow. “Whaaat, is it so surprising that you’d be havin’ fun with your old man?”

Laughter rose up from your chest like bubbles, making it hard to speak while you retaliated with a little shove of your own. “Shut up, I’d just spaced out! Quit being a drama queen!”

“What’s wrong with men being queens, eh? Aren’t I allowed to express myself?”

Internet argument aside, you definitely feel like you won today.

[scarabies-real]

I hope this Scarian prompt is good: Sleepy avian Grian chirping and cooing at Scar to hurry up/stop whatever he's doing and cuddle in their nest immediately it is very important. Grian needs cuddles to fall asleep and by god if he has to ruffle some feathers he's gonna do it

“Scar,” Grian whines one night as Scar works on his plans for a new build project. It’s late, Scar knows that, but he’s just got this itch in his brain that he can’t ignore. The creative juices are flowing and there’s no way he’s going to intentionally dam them up. Nothing could drag him away from this right now.

Scar doesn’t look back as he continues sketching, distracted with how to angle the windows on the east side to let in the maximum amount of light. “What is it?” He asks, yawning immediately after.

“Come to sleep,” Grian mumbles, exhaustion lacing his every word.

“Grian, I have to finish this, or I’ll kick myself in the morning,” Scar replies. He feels a little bad about it, truly, but he’s often on the reverse end with Grian’s late-night insomnia-induced building, so Grian should understand.

“But I’m tired.”

“Then go to sleep?”

Nothing but silence answers him. Scar thinks that maybe Grian has fallen asleep but falling asleep so quickly is unlike him.

He’s just a little bit concerned when he swivels his wheelchair around so he can check on him.

“Gri?”

Grian is pouting and grumbling under his breath, feathers ruffled in annoyance or maybe anger or maybe sickness or—Scar’s getting ahead of himself.

“Sunshine, what’s wrong?”

“You won’t come to bed,” Grian says as if it explains his general state of discontent.

Scar sighs and sets his pencil down. “I will in just a little bit, love.”

“But I want to sleep now.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

Oh?

Oh.

Oh, wow. It makes perfect sense now that he thinks about it. Scar knows avians are flock creatures that form strong bonds and he knows that Grian never used to sleep well until they got together. He just didn’t know Grian thought of him as part of his flock. Oh, he could cry. He loves this man so much.

“Grian, have you pavloved yourself to only sleep when with me?”

“Shut up!”

“Oh my gosh, you have!”

“If you’re just gonna make fun of me then don’t bother,” Grian huffs and buried his face in his arms, angling himself away so Scar can’t see his expression.

Scar abandons his papers and wheels over to the side of the bed, locking his brakes and lifting himself on the edge, just outside of the nest.

“No, no, I think it’s sweet! You can’t fall asleep without me?”

“That’s what I said!”

“Gri, honey, look at me?” Scar grabs his arms and removes them from his eyes, gently, so Grian can stop him if he wants. Grian is teary when he meets Scar’s gaze.

“Don’t cry, love, it’s okay,” Scar shushes, wiping tears from Grian’s eyes and smoothing his thumb over his cheekbones.

“It’s just—I can’t sleep without knowing you’re safe and—”

“—the best way to do that is to cuddle me?” Scar finishes for him, grinning once again. Grian blushes but doesn’t deny it.

“Guess I can’t argue with that. Come here, pretty bird,” Scar whispers and draws his mate into his arms. Grian latches on like a barnacle and flops a wing over the two of them; out like a light as soon as he feels Scar relax.

Scar falls asleep to the sound of gentle coos and chirps, blanketed in soft feathers, safe in the arms of his love.

Flock is nice, is his last nonsensical thought before sleep claims him too.

[minologistt]

00

TOO MANY NIGHTS I PJM

your lovely boyfriend gets you a bodyguard. one or two drinks lead into a spiral of things. however don't forget, never mix business with pleasure.

genre forbidden love / fwb(ish) -> lovers

M.LIST

warnings angst, implied cheating and neglecting partners

it was getting warmer, ice cream trucks starting to resurface, more fun shows and movies, even better outfits. however instead of feeling the warmth of the outdoors. you stuck inside, your expensive hotel room, arguing with your boyfriend.

why are you arguing with your oh-so-loving boyfriend, you may ask. well it all started about a couple months ago.

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“babe have you seen the concept photo sketches for my latest runway?” you excitedly scroll through the photos on your ipad. you’re a very successful model and you’re gorgeous. in fact you’re the global IT girl currently, known for breaking beauty standards and such. in all, you’re a pretty big deal.

“yeah of course i did.. i don’t like that outfit they put you in” your boyfriend, jihoon, scoffed as he tapped away at his screen. jihoon is a famous producer in the music industry. you both have been together for roughly a year and a month, however—

RING RING RING

“hey sara.. now?… hmm i’m not busy so i’ll be right over”

jihoon is also a total A-hole.

your boyfriend is a horrible person, well towards you. lately he’s become over protective, controlling, and over all just toxic. so why are you in this relationship still?

people were too fearful of your boyfriend to even get close to you.

and you might be wondering—

“who’s sara..?” you shut your ipad off and looked over at your boyfriend that is putting on his best cologne.

“my assistant”

“why didn’t you say you with me..?”

“i’m not busy am i?”

“guess not.. we’ll i’m going to call taehyung over to—“

“no you’re not, go take a nap or something”

“are you serious?”

“hell yeah i am.. i’ll be back a little late so just go to sleep without me” and with that he was out of the door, quick footsteps were heard going down the hall.

a sigh escaped your lips, you knew who sara was already. she was the woman who accompanies him to almost every event. yes she was his assistant but she didn’t need to be attached to his hip. you sat on the windowsill watching as your boyfriend walks toward a all white benz. a short slim blonde hops out with a wide smile.

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back to present day.

“jihoon are you seriously telling me that i’m a cheater?!” you raised you voice and threw your hands up in the air with pure rage as your boyfriends eyebrows knitted together. “you can’t be fucking serious—“

“don’t you go swearing at me—“

“you’re not my fucking dad, okay?! hell is wrong with you jihoon..” you huffed out as your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“either way i don’t trust you, so i hired a body guard for you and he’s gonna watch over you..” jihoon walked to his side of the bed and laid down with his back facing you. “he’s my ex bodyguard so he’s pretty good and i trust him, not your little taehyung friend” jihoon curled up and took his phone out. “you can get going now or whatever you said you were gonna do” he made a ‘shoo’ing hand motion.

you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer so you stormed out of the hotel room. “bodyguard my ass, are you kidding?” you muttered under your breath as you made your way to the lobby doors. your car was parked in the downstairs garage, because you didn’t drive yourself places often. as you tapped away on your phone, you bumped into someone. before you could even begin to stable yourself, a firm arm came around your waist.

“be careful miss” a soft voice came from the person holding you. as you looked up to see whom this person was, your mouth parted a bit as you admired the man’s features. he had a mask on however his eyes were captivating and his light blond hair was a compliment to his beauty. “yeah, uh, sorry..” you moved out of his grasp and noticed he’s standing in front of your car. “excuse me but this is my car so, uhm.. can you move please?” you held up your keys and jingled them to push the point.

“oh i’m aware!” the man’s eyes crinkled into half moons as he watched the keys in her hand. “i’m your bodyguard but if you wanna get fancy then your personal escort!” he ended the statement with a small bow.

“don’t skrew around dude..”

“i’m not and my name is jimin park.. not dude”

there was a beat of silence that went by before you sighed and just handed the keys over. you didn’t have enough energy to argue with a stranger. mr park took the keys and held the car door open as you made you way over.

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the drive was silent until you spoke up to break the awkward silence. “so.. mr park, how much is he paying you..?” you glanced from the side of your eye to look at him. he still had his mask on but he looked a bit stiff while driving.

“huh?”

“my so-called-boyfriend, how much is he paying you to give a fuck about my well being?” you rolled your eyes as you watch the street lights go by. it was just 5 pm but it felt like night was approaching sooner.

“enough”

“honest i guess, so how does your partner feel about your job? are they ever worried?” you wondered aloud. he let out a hearty chuckle “i actually don’t have a partner”

and then there was silence.

however just like the world is on your side, you arrive to your destination which is a a night club. you were called over to do some taste testing but this club wasn’t some random club, it belong to your close friend taehyung.

your bodyguard parked on a side street near by and then let you out of the car. “you can wait here if you’d like mr jimin park.. i’m just taste testing so i’ll be back in a bit” you said as you began walking towards the club, jimin followed closely behind.

as you stepped into the club you were greeted with workers coming to bow and welcome you. you smiled and waved at them as you made you way to the bar with jimin on your tail. “y/n it’s so good to see you and who is this pretty boy? finally got a new boyfriend?” the deep voice came out of nowhere as a tall male approached the duo standing idle at the bar table.

“no actually this is my bodyguard—“ you made sure to do air quotations when saying ‘bodyguard’. “—that my boyfriend thought i needed..” you rubbed your temple to show how stressed you actually were. “well don’t let that get you down too much, yeah?" taehyung came up behind y/n and rubbed her back in concern.

jimin carefully watches the interaction and takes a few mental notes of the environment. "so y/n's bodyguard.. want to help taste testing the drinks?" tae offered a friendly smile as he watched jimin's eyes turn into half moons. "i'd love to but i have to be sober to drive miss y/n home", y/n scoffed after the statement and took a seat at the bar. "okay tae.. hit me with the latest and strongest stuff you've got"

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it's about 2 hours into the taste testing hangout and y/n is a little more than just tipsy.

"i can't believe you're still with that dickhead of a man.. come on you need to get out more" tae shook his head at the drunken woman whom was now leaning on jimin who was been sitting silently as the two held their long conversations with the occasional drinking. "jimin-" tae called the man and turned his head towards him, "don't you agree that y/n can totally get out more?"

jimin turned his gaze to taehyung. "i don't condone cheating however, y/n is beautiful so if she did get out there then she'd pull everyone of them", he then turned his gaze back to the half sleeping woman. "i believe i should bring her home now, thank you for the entertaining talks you both had, mr kim." jimin smiled beneath his mask and began to bring y/n towards the exit. "of course mr park, have a nice night" tae yelled back as he began cleaning up the bar.

jimin makes it to the car and puts y/n in the passenger seat. he goes around and takes a seat in the driver's seat and starts up the car. "mr park.. do you think i should actually go back to that man" y/n asks as she frowns and leans her against the window. "what man? your boyfriend? you most likely should however i'm just here to keep you safe", jimin then drove off from the bar. "oh.. guess you're right" y/n closes her eyes and a sigh leaves her lips.

it felt like time flew as jimin pulls up to the hotel room that y/n is staying in. "we've arrived, miss y/n", jimin turns the car off and opens the passenger door for her. she steps out on wobbly legs, so jimin helps her up by wrapping an arm under her arms. y/n and jimin make their way up to the hotel room at a very slow pace. "mr park.. thank you for accompanying me today.. i know it may have been a bit awkward here and there but it felt a little nice to have someone with me that didn't yell at me all day or ditch me." jimin kept looking ahead even as he heard y/n sniffling and holding back tears. he wasn't sure why she was so thankful for the bare minimum but he was also getting paid to spy on her every move, not be her company or 'bodyguard'.

so he simply responds, "you're welcome, miss y/n"

 minologistt | do not copy, translate or edit this.

[parkitaco]

I'd love some 55 byler with a bit of 29 in it. Sending sunny days and hot chocolat your way.

It’s quiet in Will’s room today, and Mike can’t find it in himself to mind. He’s laying on Will’s bed, staring up at the ceiling in a vaguely dream-like state, relaxed and calm as Will sketches beside him, one hand hooked loosely around Mike’s. They’ve been having lots of nice days like this, lately, quiet and calm and safe, and Mike never thought he’d appreciate doing nothing as much as he does when it’s with Will.

Absently, Mike twists around on the mattress, head resting against Will’s thigh as he flips their hands around, spreading Will’s fingers out between his own and trailing his thumb back and forth against the palm of Will’s hand. Will glances at him over the top of his sketchbook, eyebrow raised, and Mike sends him a small grin as he presses a kiss right to the center of his palm.

“What are you doing?” Will laughs, flexing his fingers as Mike goes back to tracing his fingertips over his hand. 

“M’ reading your palm,” Mike murmurs, Will’s hand warm in his own. “That’s a thing, right?”

Will sets his sketchbook aside, watching carefully as Mike trails his pointer finger over the longest line on his hand. “Yeah, but I’m almost positive that’s not how you’re supposed to do it,” he says, amused, and Mike shoots him a fake glare, dropping his hand.

“Fine,” he sniffs, pretending to turn his head away, and Will laughs lightly, “I’ll stop.”

"Okay, I’m sorry,” Will laughs, grabbing Mike’s wrist and bringing his hand up to the light. “Here, it’s like this," he murmurs, the tip of his pinky brushing over the lines of Mike's hand as he cups Mike's wrist gently. “There’s, like, different lines that mean different things-”

He’s cut off as Mike squeaks, clenching his fingers around Will's pinky to stop the movement. "That tickles," he says, and immediately regrets it when an evil glint appears in Will's eye. 

“Oh, does it,” he starts, and Mike immediately rolls off of him, snatching his hands away and curling into a ball on the mattress, which does approximately nothing to save him when Will pounces on him, spidering his fingers under Mike’s shirt and brushing his fingers right over the sensitive part of Mike’s ribcage.

“Will!” Mike shrieks, laughing a little despite himself as he unfurls, Will climbing on top of him and straddling him as he leans over to press a flurry of light, tickling kisses to Mike’s neck. 

“Mike,” Will replies evenly, fingers still jabbing into Mike’s sides as he continues kissing Mike’s neck, rapid-fire and unrelenting, and Mike’s natural instinct is to tell him to stop but when he thinks about it, this is sort of nice, Will’s lips against his skin and his hands on his ribcage.

“You’re a menace,” he huffs instead, and Will sits back on his heels, grinning proudly down at him as his fingers still at Mike’s sides.

“You love me.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “They’re not mutually exclusive. And I thought we were reading palms?”

“Yes, because that’s definitely something I know how to do,” Will says, eyebrow raised, but even so he grabs Mike’s hand again and brings it up to his face, examining the lines on his palm before nodding approvingly and pressing a firm kiss to the center of his hand. “You win,” he says, deadpan, and Mike squints at him.

“I win?” he questions, as Will continues pressing kisses to his fingertips.

“Yeah. Your lines are all- good,” Will says, screwing his face up in an attempt to seem knowledgeable and ending up looking sort of lost, if very sweet and adorable at the same time, “You win.”

Mike laughs, light and breezy, and Will gently folds his fingers over to kiss his knuckles. “What do I win?”

Will purses his lips, considering. “My undying love and affection?” he offers, as Mike’s free hand drifts to rest against his waist, and he kisses Mike’s hand again.

Mike grins. “Sure, Byers. Sounds like a deal.”

[backtothefanfiction]

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Thirteen: When You're Eight Lives Down

Summary: Angel's continued survival comes with consequences.

Warnings: 18+ Only, genre typical threat and violence, kidnapping, knife, Angel being stubborn,

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: @tarzinnia I am sorry.

THIRTEEN

After her bath, Peter had helped Angel back out of the tub. He called down the hall to Eddie, asking him to run upstairs to their apartment to grab her a set of pyjamas to change into. “A set with a button up shirt preferably.” Peter had stressed. Eddie came back with a designer pair of pyjamas covered in sketches of dogs. Peter helped her into them before he started to guide her back to the bed she had been in before.

“Nope.” she said.

“What do you mean nope?”

“I mean nope, I’m not going back to that bed. I want to be in our bed, with our things-”

“Okay. Okay.” he conceded before she could finish. “Sure you can make it that far?”

“Oh, I'll make it.” she huffed.

She’d made it to the elevator and up before she gave up, Peter carefully wrapping her up in his arms, bridal style, as he carried her the rest of the way through the penthouse apartment, up the stairs and into their bedroom, carefully going to place her down on the bed.

“No.” she interjected. “I want to brush my teeth.” she said, still focused on her mission for her personal hygiene.

“Okay.” Peter said, lifting her up again and carrying her to the ensuite where he placed her down in front of the vanity to brush her teeth. He sat on the toilet seat, tapping his foot as he reached into his trouser pocket for his phone and began tapping away.

“Oh shit.” she said when she spat.

“What?” he suddenly said looking up from his phone.

“I left my phone downstairs.” she said.

“Your phone?” he queried.

“Yeah, Eddie gave it to me last night. Said one of the guys had picked it up at the house.”

Peter frowned, “Both me and Harry stopped by the house multiple times, neither of us saw it.”

“Maybe you weren’t looking for it.” she sassed back.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go get it.” He said as he stood. “Come on.” he said, readying himself to lift her to bed.

“It’s alright Pete, I can make it to the bed from here.”

“Okay… Do you want anything while I’m downstairs?” he asked.

“Maybe a glass of water.” she said.

“One phone, one glass of water.” he said listing off the list before he kissed her on the cheek and headed off to fulfil his mission.

She hobbled back into the bedroom, slowly easing herself beneath the soft crisp bed sheets. She groaned in relief as she sunk back into the pillows. Yes, this was much better.

“Here we go, one glass of water, one phone.” Peter said, handing the two items over to her.

She noticed he suddenly seemed agitated. “What is it?” she asked as she swallowed the water in her mouth and stretched out her arm to place the glass down on the bedside table. “Pete?” she asked as his fingers began to drum against his mouth in thought.

“It’s nothing, it’s probably nothing. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

“Well now I definitely am.” she bridled, shifting herself carefully to sit up closer to him.

“It’s just,” he said as he reached into his pocket and got his phone out again, typing a quick reply to a message before letting the phone fall to his side to give her his full attention. He sighed. “Felicia didn’t turn up for work today,” he said.

Angel’s face fell. “Is it because of what I said yesterday?”

“No.” he quickly said to reassure her but the little noise he made after the word implied he wasn’t quite sure. “Well, maybe. But she’s not normally one to let things like that get to her. And even if it did she wouldn’t just ghost everyone.”

“What do you mean?” Angel frowned. 

“I mean, if she needs a day she normally messages someone but there’s been nothing, absolute radio silence. I even had Harry go check her apartment but she wasn’t there.”

“Well, does she have a place she likes going to to let off steam and unwind?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, I’ve called Carl down at The Huntsman, even got Jack to take a look in that axe throwing place she likes. Nothing. It’s like she’s just disappeared.”

“Maybe she went to visit family or something?”

“Both of her parents are in prison.”

“What, and people can’t visit people in prison?” Angel reasoned.

“No but for the nearly three years I’ve known her, she’s never once gone to visit them.”

“There’s always a first time for everything?” Angel quickly said, trying to brush off the pang in her chest at the reminder of their relationship while she had been gone.

“I’ll get Eddie to make some calls.” Peter sighed as he lifted his phone into both hands again, his thumbs hurriedly typing out the message.

“You going back out with Hobie?” Angel asked into his sudden silence.

“Yeah.” he said as he shook down his sleeves and placed his phone back in his pocket, slowly stepping closer to her and perching himself on her side of the bed, her legs shifting to the side slightly to give him space. “You gonna be okay while I’m gone?”

“Do I have a choice?” She responded flatly.

“Fair enough. Do you need me to get you anything else?” He said, tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear.

“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I think I’m just gonna go back to sleep for a bit, I’m feeling pretty exhausted after all- this.” She waved her hand around slightly as she silently referred to the moving and bed changing and being detached from the machines and her morphine drip downstairs.

“Okay. I’ll get someone to run up the painkillers the doctor prescribed as soon as they’re back with them.”

“Okay.” she quietly nodded.

Peter shifted and helped her settle back down into the bed properly, pressing a kiss to her forehead which she quickly chased with her lips. It caught him off guard a moment, not having actually kissed her since they fucked, the night before everything went to shit again. He suddenly pulled away from her hesitantly. His face hovered millimetres from hers as he watched her eyes open. The pain, that feeling of his rejection, reflecting in her eyes.

“I’ll be back later, okay?” he tried to reassure her as his hand reached up to cup her cheek.

“Okay.” she said quietly as she turned away from him, her eyes closing as she turned her head and buried it in her pillow.

-

Felicia’s limbs felt heavy and her head was pounding as she began to wake. She tried to move her arms, tried to rub the sleep from her eyes but they were met with resistance. Her eyes frantically flew open, instantly looking down at her arms in the dim room. She was tied to a chair. Her head throbbed as she began to thrash around.

“Hey!” she called out. “HEYY!!” She was pulling at her limbs so hard she almost knocked the chair over. A quick hand reached out from somewhere behind her to steady it back in place.

“Now, now, no need for that.” A sinister voice crooned. “Besides, no one’s gonna hear you all the way up here.”

“Do you know who the fuck I am!” Felicia spat at the invisible voice until he slowly began to make his way in front of her. She still struggled to make out his face, the only dim overhead lightbulb in the room backlighting him, casting his face in shadows.

“Oh I know who you are.” He said as he crouched down in front of her. “Felicia Hardy, also known as the Black Cat. Daughter to Walter and Lydia Hardy, both in jail or at least they were…” his voice trailed off causing her to stop pulling at the ropes that bound her to the chair, suddenly listening intensely. “They should be moving Daddy’s body out of there anytime, well, now.” he said, checking his watch for dramatic effect. He let out a low maniacal chuckle as her face fell, her bravado faltering. He slowly stood before he began to pace back and forth in front of her. “You picked up skills from your parents from a young age resulting in you getting into a life of crime when you were merely 14.” He continued, listing off her life events. “Cut forward to just under a decade later, parents imprisoned, you’re all alone and you pick the wrong house to burgle. Ooooh. But instead of calling the Police, no Peter Parker offers you a job because, as we’ve said before, you do have a particular set of skills and the infamous Spider is missing someone like you on his team. Not to mention his wife had just upped and left the country and he was in desperate need of someone he could let off some of that… steam with.”

Felicia let out a little chuckle, “See you were doing so well up until the end. You see, he didn’t use me, I used him.” she said coily. “Now, back to my Father, what have you done to him?” she sneered.

“Ooooh Kitty’s got bite.” he said playfully, as he moved over to a table hidden in the shadows of the blacked out room. He slowly dragged a chair across the concrete floor, the sound of the metal legs scraping across the floor making her skin crawl. He stopped it forcefully in front of her before sitting down, his knees brushing her own with how close he was now sitting. “Now here’s the thing, pretty kitty,” he says as the back of his fingers move to trail down the side of her cheek. She flinches under his touch and tries to move herself away, but it's futile, “no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to send that angelic little wife of his back to heaven and I so- desperately- want to send the Spider a message. So seeing as she seems to have stolen all your nine lives for herself,” he says lowering his hand to his waistband and pulling out a knife, flicking the blade out and flashing it under the light for her to see, before he raises it up to her face, “I guess I’m just gonna have to send my message using you.”

-

Angel woke up a few hours later in pain. She sent a hasty thank you to the Gods when she turned her head to find a small bottle of pills next to her glass of water beside her bed. She switched on the bedside lamp so she could read the small print, ‘take on an empty stomach’. Perfect, she thought as she hastily unscrewed the cap, tipping two of the pills into her open palm, before throwing them back into her mouth. She hoped they worked quickly because she really was feeling uncomfortable.

Unsure with what to do with herself she instinctively looked at her phone. 1 new message, number unknown, the screen read. A small paperclip symbol appeared in the slot where the message usually would be. Her brow furrowed as she began to unlock the phone and open up the message a picture appearing on the screen.

‘What is that?” she thought to herself as she brought the screen closer. It was so random, it just looked like an alleyway. Then she noticed a very pale, blood covered hand in the corner of the screen. ‘What the fuck?’ 

“PETER!” she called out. She didn’t wait for a response, already climbing out of the bed, hobbling in pain towards the bedroom door. “Hey, Pete!” she called out again as she shuffled towards the stairs, one hand bracing her ribs, the other clutching the phone tightly in her fingers. There was still no response.

She clung tightly onto the handrail as she shuffled, one leg and then the other down each stair, wincing as she went. “Pete?” she called again. “Eddie?” still nothing. She groaned as she continued to shuffle across the floor of the empty apartment. Fuck! She looked down to the contacts in her phone. She didn’t have anyone’s number. Shit.

There was a ding in the hallway as the elevator reached their floor, a couple of voices talking as they made their way to the front door of the apartment. A sharp pain spread across her ribs as she began to quicken her pace, eager to reach the door.

“Shit!” A voice exclaimed as the door opened. “Angel, why are you out of bed?” Peter said, rushing to her upon seeing her up and about. She merely held the phone out to him as she braced herself against the back of the sofa. “What? What’s this?” he said as she winced in pain again. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed-”

“NO!” she said loudly, getting his attention. She forced the phone into his hand as Hobie came up beside her, his own comforting hand resting on her back. He silently looked between the couple as Peter held the phone up closer to his face. “Look in the corner.” she said.

“Hang on a sec, is this?” His fingers began swiping at the image, enlarging particular details. “Hobie, look at this.” he said, holding the phone out to Hobie.

“Is that the side of the Huntsman?” Hobie frowned looking down at the phone. “I’ll call them, get them to take a look.” He said before looking back at Angel. “Umm, do you wanna get her back upstairs?” Hobie continued, directing his words towards Peter.

“Princess-” Peter started, but Angel just shot him a death glare as if to say she wasn’t going anywhere until she knew what was going on. “At least let me help you sit down on the couch.” He said, holding his hand out for her to take, her fingers gripping tightly around his thumb as she shifted her weight onto him.

“Hey, yeah Carl? It’s Hobie. Can you check the side entrance to the club for us?” There’s a long pause while Hobie waits on the line.

Peter helps Angel lower herself slowly onto the green sofa and she lets out a small hiss of pain. “Have you taken anything?” Peter asks her, but she just shoots him another stare. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, jeez baby-” he suddenly says defensively.

“Hi, yeah- Pete.” Hobie’s voice says, getting his attention. When Angel looks across the back of the sofa to him his face is dire. “Yeah, yeah, okay. We’ll be right there.” Hobie says down the phone before hanging up. “They found Felicia.” Hobie said, a sorrowful look in his eyes. Peter and Angel wait for him to continue but he doesn’t, he just shakes his head before staring at the floor. 

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i feel like aster and angel would just love taking bubble baths together, like harry really isn’t into them but as soon as he learned that his girl loves filling the tub with bubbles and lighting a candle to relax for an hour he kind of wants to join but he’s honestly a little apprehensive to do so because he knows how much she appreciates her alone time sometimes, so the first time she asks him, dressed in a little pink robe and walking over to where he’s laying on the bed, sketching some new tattoo idea in his book, just running her hand through his hair and he’s just leaning into her touch, slowly lowering his book and looking up at her like :) “hi angel, is your bath all ready? :)” and she’s nodding and she just quietly asks if he wants to join him but it’s okay if you don’t! i know you’re not a big fan of baths and it smells all girly and he’s already agreed in his head but he wants to see her get all smiley so he just “you mean it smells like you?” and she’s immediately biting back her smile as he grabs her hand and presses his lips to the back of it before gently tugging her down to kiss her like “of course I’ll join you, lovey, m’not sure I’ll fit in there with you but we can try” and she’s just giggling and pulling him into the bathroom saying he will fit because she has a big tub!! so he just nudges her into the bath first, the bubbles up to her neck because she really does use a lot of foam bath, and he just strips down and lets her scoot forward so he can sneak in behind her and it’s a bit of a squeeze for his long legs around her hips but he could never complain when she just immediately leans back into him and he can see the bubbles just barely covering her chest and he’s a little 🥸 but then she just starts talking about the day she had and what funny thing evie did when he was at work and he’s just slinking his arms around her waist like :) mhm and resting his chin on her shoulder and she’s playing with the bubbles, just lifting and squishing them between her hands and her voice starts to falter when he starts pressing little kisses to her neck and he’s just “and sarah said…?” to jog her memory because she didn’t finish her thought and he’s smiling against her skin when she “oh! yeah and she said-“ and keeps talking and she was right it does smell a little feminine but he’s just melting into her skin that’s getting softened by the warm water because HE was right, it does smell like her and it’s even better than walking into the bathroom after she’s all clean and in bed to the lingering smell of her body products, and he’s honestly feels a little bit special that she allowed him into this part of her life, at least for tonight, because she was never able to take the kind of cozy bubble baths she wanted to like she saw in movies until she lived with sarah because she would be accused of hogging the bathroom when living in her parents house but now it’s just another small detail that she’s opening up to him about and he’s listening but he hardly realizes she’s finished talking for now and just melting back into him more, mumbling something about how much she loves him and he just hums quietly and nuzzles his nose in her neck like “love you more” and she doesn’t reply and start their little loving argument they usually have because he always gets the last “more” in and she’s just enjoying the silence like she usually would and the longer they soak the more Harry becomes aware of their position and how easily he could just slip his hand between her legs and he’s obviously not just going to do it out of the blue but he trails his hands lower, rubbing little circles over her tummy and her head is already resting back near his shoulder and he can’t help the smile that pulls at his lips when he feels her widen her legs just the tiniest amount with a sigh and “want me to touch you, my angel?” and she’s nodding and turning her head to kiss him a few times as he runs his hands over her thighs and yeah we know what happens next 😌 - 🍓

Stop stop stop stop I don’t even know what to add bestie this is all just SOOOOOO:( she’s def a bathtime girl and omg the fact she uses it as her like True Alone Time after growing up and not getting that and being like reprimanded if she tried like :( so it means something when she asks him to join her and just I’m SOOOOOO 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you got it so right all the little gossip talk as he’s scrunched in w her and kissing her neck and holding her while he oohs and awes at the right moments like she’s so distracting as is it’s not even on his mind that she’s naked between his legs but omg:( her fall backing against his shoulder and kissing him when he drops his hand over her tummy I’m literally so :( distraught I love this:(