#not today though. it'll be a Long post to write and i'm not up to the task tonight....

[its-stupidhours]

happy valentine's day!!! here's a bit (read: basically a whole (albeit short) scene) from my "big smir fic" -- this was written a while back (I want to say some time last summer?) but I've been working on the fic again recently and this scene is in the chapter I've been focusing on and it is. disgustingly sweet. also it literally takes place on valentine's day. enjoy :)

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Tanner said immediately. “Why?”

“I want to show you something.” Fir took Tanner’s hand and started leading him away. “Come on. It’ll be cool, I promise.”

“Ok?”

Fir dragged him back to the greenhouse, only to pause once they entered. “Wait, shit, I forgot it was a mess in here.” He chuckled sheepishly as he started tidying his lab. “Give me a minute, hold on.”

“Take your time.” Tanner occupied himself with walking around the workspace and inspecting the various ingredients and tools he came across. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in here before, so. At least, not since the curse broke.”

“Wait, really?” Fir glanced over at him with a smile. “Even better, actually. Sorry it’s not much, but—”

“No, it’s cool!” Tanner stopped walking, standing tall in the middle of the greenhouse. “It’s really cool.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” Fir finally finished his tidying up. He put his hands on his hips and looked over his slightly-cleaner lab with pride. “There we go! And now for the actual thing I wanted to show you.”

“Right, that. What is it?”

“A potion!”

“I’ve kinda guessed that at this point,” Tanner chuckled. “But what does it do?”

Fir shot him a sly smile. “You’ll see.”

He had prepared most of it beforehand, but there were still a few finishing touches to complete. Tanner walked over and looked over Fir’s shoulder as he combined two mixtures into a singular vial, then held the mixture tightly in his hands to warm it up. When he let go, the potion went from a light green to a bright, clear blue — then suddenly flashed pure black before finally settling as completely clear with waves of iridescence shimmering within.

"That should do it." Fir held the bottle up to the light and swirled it around a little, looking back at Tanner with a grin once he felt satisfied with what he saw. Tanner was still just staring, enraptured, at the vial. "Give me your hand?"

Tanner didn't move for a moment, unsure, but he slowly put his hand out nonetheless. "Ok?"

Fir gently held it in front of him. "Now, don't freak out…"

"You saying that makes me freak out more."

Fir chuckled. "Fair. But seriously, it shouldn't hurt, and it'll wash off after, don't worry. Just look."

And with that, he tipped the bottle over and poured the contents out on Tanner's hand. Tanner flinched at the sudden cool feeling, then stood, frozen, staring wide-eyed at his hand. As the potion ran down, almost like ink in the way it moved, it covered each spot it touched with invisibility. More revealed, then, than covered. Fir looked up and felt a spark in his chest at the sight of Tanner's face flooded with unabashed awe. It was a sight he would never get tired of.

"Oh, wow," Tanner whispered. He held his hand up — or, well, he held what appeared to be the stump of his wrist up, until he turned his hand over and the palm was once again visible. He laughed a little as he curled and uncurled his fingers over and over — invisible, then visible, invisible, then visible. "This is so cool."

Fir grinned proudly. "Yeah?"

"Oh, absolutely. It…" Tanner caught Fir's eye and grinned back. "The things you're able to do with magic… I've never even dreamed of something like this, it's amazing."

He held his hand up, watching intently as a drop of the potion ran down his arm, turning another streak transparent. Then he looked back up at his hand, turning it sideways to marvel at the line between invisibility and visibility. 

Fir just watched, unable to look away himself — not from the potion, but from Tanner. The soft curve of his absent-minded smile, how parts of his hair stuck together from the melted snow, the way his eyes would flicker up and down to track the potion; Fir drank in every detail he could without even realizing he was doing it.

“I have more,” Fir said after… some amount of time. He wasn’t really sure, and he didn’t really care.

Tanner’s eyes were glowing. “Really?”

“Of course, dude,” Fir chuckled. “That’s kind of my whole thing. The sink’s over by the door, by the way.” He turned back to his desk to look for the next thing he wanted to show off: the lighter potion that would allow him to make a flame with a snap of his fingers.

“Thanks,” Tanner said, “I’m almost tempted to not wash it off.” Fir could hear the water running; for a second that was the only sound in the greenhouse. “I thought you were working on your thesis, though? When did you have time for all this?”

“Oh, I mean, I am!” Fir gave a weary laugh. “I am pretty much constantly working on my thesis. I didn’t come up with the recipe for that potion from scratch, I learned it a long time ago from this, like, teen’s book of cool potions to show off to your friends. And, uh, I know you like magic, and I know you’re my friend, so I wanted to show it off to you! Take a bit of a break for an hour or so. My thesis can wait.”

Fir finally found it. He turned around to see Tanner staring at him with a — bewildered? conflicted? curious? — look on his face, the invisibility potion washed off and the sink no longer running.

“What?” Fir asked.

Tanner stared at him for a second longer, then smiled and shook his head. “I don’t get you sometimes.” There was a beat. “Thank you."

[urlocallesbiab]

it is the devil's trap to spend more time than is necessarily wise on analysing character motivations, proposing various theoritical models of their inner worlds & considering which directions the plot could go in post-canon and which themes it could develop, and i have totally fucking fallen for it. now, having spent too much time on both the babygirlification of hugo friedkin and tinkering with s3 possibilities and headcanons, i am lost as how to being explaining to others the occult knowledge of hugo friedkin/michael assistent being fated lovers and literally perfect for each other, or mona wilder & farah black being best friends forever and impeccable foils to each other. i have dug for myself the rabbit hole/grave of obscure headcanons and rareships, and now must lie in it.

[itssideria]

Genuine question, really not sure what to do/who to vote for- uh do you have any suggestions? Protesting yes, but what now- today's like endless bad news

hey, anon.

i'm assuming you're referring to my post on the 'vote blue no matter what' gang — i wrote that in a complete (and justified) fit of anger. i should start by saying i am not american, or palestinian — i am an arab who grew up in an arab country, though, and all of us have long since grown sickened and enraged with american imperialism.

my honest answer? i don't know. i'm not american. i'm not a politician. maybe i'm some horrifically idealistic piece of shit but i just think that brazenly funding a genocide, lying about it, and then bombing the only country that tries to prevent it should earn you the death penalty, but oh well.

@/fairuzfan has posted a lot about this — she's a palestinian in the states. not tagging her bc we aren't mutuals. she has stated that she won't vote in the presidential elections at all, but rather at local levels and congress. one person has stated that they are engaging in activism more than ever, forming communities, movements, working their way up. other people will be voting for a third party candidate they agree with, such as Cornel West or Claudia de la Cruz — you can read up on their stances for yourself, i'm not active in US politics. some will threaten to withhold their vote from Biden, whether they are serious of pretending, as that may scare him into changing his tactics.

none of these are foolproof. most of them prevent nothing. i am aware that for americans this shit feels like life and death — it's what all of you say, every four years.

however, and i cannot state this enough, i am so past the point of caring. my entire region has been fucking devastated by your nation. egypt can't threaten suez access because it'll get invaded. yemen and syria and iraq are dealing with past and current bombing. the entire fucking gulf sucks your country's dick to get oil money to build vanity projects and hire more slave labour. and palestine? palestinian blood will run thick with the weight of the crimes the us committed against them.

for once in their stable, unaffected fucking lives, i want americans to pretend—pretend!—the rest of the world exists. for ONCE, i want americans to say "fuck this, he committed genocide, i will never write his name on my ballot". for ONCE, i want americans to sacrifice something, ANYTHING—you barely live under a democracy as is. poc americans report no improvement under biden compared to trump. white queer people think they'll be protected and so shout at the need to throw the developing world under the bus.

there are no good options. but dear God, just don't put the name of the man funding a genocide on your fucking ballot. it didn't save anyone four years ago. it won't now.

[imdonecookingstopfollowingme]

in light of the 3k notes from my latest post (i cant believe yall bought that) here's another excerpt that i made to practice action writing (LMAO 😭😭😭) as gratitude. maybe the last one i'll post too bc im not even planning to stay in this acc for long. i'm making it vague. imagine whoever fits the narrative.

WARNING: explicit sexual content.

His self-serving teasing play at the kitchen counter and how you must be careful with your wishes because he always ensures that it's granted.

"Are you close?"

"Please—" you are, indeed, and you don't like it, "I want to—w-want to—"

"I know, I know," He let you bury your head in his neck. Perhaps it was a wrong call on you, though, as his husky smell only riled you up further. "Want to cum with me inside, yeah?"

"Yes. Please, I need to,"

"But how long do you think you could last with me teasing the hell out of you?"

"Have I done something bad to you? Just tell me if I—"

He cut you off with a kiss. It's not only the sensation of gliding lips that teeters you to the edge, but also his fingers gathering momentum—sliding it in and out, messily scissoring inside, stimulating every nerve and spurting fluids at any chance it could get. You couldn't even kiss him properly anymore; he latched on your lower lip instead as you gape your mouth open.

You're sure you'll cum any second from now so you did the last needed begging, "Put in inside, please."

"Why?"

"I want—hah—want to milk you dry. Want your cum inside me. Want to—" finally, he halted his fingers with that. "Want to clench on you, please. Please?"

"Good girl," he gave you a chaste peck, "Take off my clothes."

You followed the order, harshly so, and oh how amused he was at your desperation. He helped you with his polo shirt but left the job of unraveling his pants by yourself. As soon as you were done, he sat you at the counter again. You urged him to enter you but he still didn't; only with his annoying teasing face flashed.

"Just why?"

His fingers played on your core again—but only for a few moment, only with the goal of collecting dollops of your fluids. When done, he wrapped his slick hand all over his cock, stroked himself up and down, all the while kissing you so messily.

You might be too befuddled to speak but bloody hell, that was so fucking hot of him.

He scooted his dick towards you next, but he just rubbed it all over your clit, all without entering your walls. He hummed lowly while lubing himself up, perhaps taking too much pleasure at the thought of having your wetness all over him while teasing you like a bastard.

His spare hand then reached for your fingers and guided it towards your mouth. "Suck it." It sounded stern (or perhaps just a plain desperate one) and so you followed in anticipation despite the desperate whines lurking around your lips.

His next step kind of surprised you; he grabbed your fingers out of your mouth then wrapped it over his dick as well. "Fuck, yeah, that's it."

Now with two hands moving in pace, stroking him so generously, he moaned so sweetly—how you're so good for him, how you're taking him so gorgeously well.

If he, indeed, plans to go on until your mind's blanked out with nothing but desperation, it's damn working. However, his face etching utter pleasure pooled the heat inside you just the same. That's why you decided to play along instead of whining.

"You like that, hm?" you sultrily asked, went to his ear, licked it, and whispered. "It'll feel much better inside me. Just feel how warm and wet it'll be."

"Would it?" So you're right; that was it. He just wants you to convince him so desperately after all. No other reason than tearing your patience into bits until you become a blabbering mess of how you want him to take you. You figured this might be his only agenda for today's session.

That's why you moved his hand away from his dick and slid his fingers into your core all by yourself. "Feel that?" you clenched around him intentionally. You held onto his spare hand, sucked on his fingers then guided it towards your nipple. "Y-yeah. You have this all for yourself. All for—"

He cut you off by opening your legs further and sliding his throbbing member deep inside. It was followed suit with a satisfied chuckle, "Yeah, all mine." and there, his pace blurred the very notion of restraint; nothing in his mind but the same amount of desperation. Seems like he had won and lost at the same time. The noisy slick where both of you conjoint reverberated along with your moans.

"Fucking finally. Oh fuck, oh yes."

"What a good fucking girl. Letting me do you like this? Ah—I'm close."

"W-we'll stay at this fucking counter forever—"

"You must be careful what you wish for—ah fuck—" he was cut off by his loud groan as you felt him spurt his cum inside. You gaped your mouth open; you're milking him dry for all he's worth, just as if you're a plant being watered. The feeling brought you to your peak; what was held down for long came out in shambles, making a mess out of the poor counter, a mess he very much intended to create. Apparently, his teasing made everything so much better.

As the waves slowly ebb, the kitchen was momentarily wrapped in silence. He seemed so satisfied with that, and yet when you tried to get off from the counter and clean up, he pinned you down instead. You shot him a confused look; he returned it so mockingly.

"We'll stay at this fucking counter forever, you said."

Oh yeah, you did. You should've been careful with your wishes.

erwin smith, levi ackerman, aki hayakawa, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, etc.

[starlight-writer]

Randomly Cuddling Them

A/n: Hahaha hiiii (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）it's meeeee I'm baaaaack In all seriousness, I've been dealing with a shit ton of stuff and summer depression is kicking my ass. I'm sorry I haven't posted in ages even when I promised I would, I just haven't been able to motivate myself to write. I won't promise you guys a schedule or another fic anytime soon, but I will say that I have no intentions of deleting this blog or stopping writing all together. Just be patient with me and to those who have requested things, I'm sorry I haven't answered them. They'll all come in due time :) In the meantime, have some fluff to make you forget about your depression.

Warnings: none, fluff, slight angst(?)

Gn Reader Masterlist

Steven

Welcomes the cuddle with open arms

He'll ask if you’re ok a few times, just wanting to make sure his darling is feeling well

He'll pet your hair and start talking about his day or a new book he's read to fill the silence

"You wouldn't believe the ending though! The main character has to sacrifice his "

Just sort of talks about anything to fill the comfortable silence, hoping it'll distract you from anything that's stressing you out

Definitely playfully brags to Jake and Marc in the headspace during and after the cuddles

"They wanted to cuddle with me :D"

Once you're ready to pull away, he'll give you a kiss on the forehead and continue reading or whatever it was before, but keeps an eye on you

He isn't sure what brought on the cuddles, and while he loves them, he wants to make sure you're ok

If you start looking upset or frustrated with a task, he'll gently pull you away from whatever you're doing and sit you on the couch

"Lovey, you can finish it later, just sit with me for a bit yeah?"

He'll pull you into his chest and read aloud from his book or ramble about something to distract you

He'll play with your fingers, interlacing them and kissing your finger tips before holding your hand to his face

"Love you, darling"

He'll say in the sweetest voice, you'll forget all about the stresses of the day or the stresses of tomorrow

Mission accomplished

Marc

He's a little caught off guard, but pulls you into his arms eagerly

He'll never turn down cuddles (cough touch starved cough)

He'll run his fingers through your hair or rub his hand up and down your back

He'll ask if you're ok, but won't push past that

He'll stay silent unless you ask him to talk

"Uh... I saw a lizard earlier today. It reminded me of you cause it was cute :)"

He's trying his best

If you stay in his arms for a long period of time, he'll start to think something might be wrong so he'll start making really really bad jokes

"I went to the deli earlier and the sausage they gave me was the wurst :D"

He won't stop until you laugh and he's not above tickling you until you pee your pants

It's like he unlocks a little box inside his head of terrible jokes and playfulness just for the purpose of seeing you smile

After the cuddles session, he'll watch over you carefully

If you start looking stressed or tired or anything but relaxed, he'll pop off with another joke

"Ya know, babe, I used to hate facial hair. But then it grew on me."

Is that a frown on your perfect lips? Not on his watch

"I don't think I told you this before, but I used to be able to play piano by ear. Now I have to play it with my hands."

Eventually, if you start looking too stressed, he'll just pull you into another cuddle session

"Can't have my baby getting stressed."

He'll explain, kissing you on the forehead and shushing you if you try to leave

He'll carry you to bed or the couch, locking you underneath him with his head on your chest

"So comfy, might just fall asleep here."

He snores loudly, trying to coax a giggle or two out of you

And when you fall asleep from the warmth he gives off, he'll watch you with love in his eyes

"Goodnight, babe. I love you."

Jake

There're two ways this could go depending on how he feels

He could be very smug about it, hold you tightly to his chest, mutter things like 'poor bebito/a, so needy for their Papi~' and make sexual or teasing jokes to lighten the mood

Or he could hold you securely in his arms, run his fingers across your back, occasionally kiss your head, and ask in a hushed voice 'what's wrong, mi amor?'

He thrives on physical affection, so either way he's incredibly happy to give it to you

Whether it be a quick kiss, setting his hand on the small of your back as he walks by, resting his hand on your thigh as he drives, or just touching your knee with his in a crowded space, he loves all of it

And depending on why you suddenly held onto him, he'll be very attentive

If he's making jokes when you just want to be held, he'll pick up in it right away and mutter a small apology with a kiss

He'll hum a song he heard on the radio, he'll keep his breathing long and slow to help calm you down if needed, he'll even read you one of Steven's 'boring' books

He's like Marc in a way, they'll both do absolutely everything in their power to make you smile or laugh if the situation calls for it

If you've gotten your fill of cuddles and start to pull away, he'll pout and pull you back down, muttering something about feeling cold without you on top of him

Which is a lie, they run extremely hot which has cancelled many cuddle sessions in the summer because 'It's too hot, Jake! And don't give me those puppy eyes!'

He refuses to let you go until you explicitly tell him you want him to

He'll act all sad, but he lets you go after a passionate kiss

Openly watches you closely afterwards, determined to see any slip of annoyance or frustration so he can whisk you away to your shared room and cuddle the stress away

And the second your brow twitches in frustration, he's coming up behind you and hugging you

"Bebito/a, dance with me."

He'll say, already swaying to the music playing in his head

He'll spin you around and subtly drag you away from the chore or work you were doing with a charming smile and his swaying hips

When you've rested your head on his chest and sigh softly, following the shuffling of his feet and sway of his hips, he knows he's succeeded in calming you down

[aballadforbarbatos]

Obey Me! Crushes on Social Media

includes the dateables as well as the brothers, so i'm adding a cut because it feels pretty long. the "social media" in question is just dewitter (twitter) and devilgram (instagram) because that's the socials i know the most about using :)

i was tempted to come up with some demon version of linkedin for lucifer though LOL

does lucifer own social media? devilgram doesn’t count, he can’t anonymously post about his inner feelings there. vague tweets (deweets?) about you. so vague that he’ll show you later and you’ll be like “what the hell this sounds more like one of your brothers than me. nice hair today? are you talking about asmo?”

mammon WISHES he could relate. mammon tweets about you every five seconds that’s how bad he is over you. lives in the same house as you and couldn’t send you a single friend request on anything, OR follow you first

leviathan is JUST as bad as mammon, please do not point it out to him. has no friends but if they ever stumbled across his dewitter account they’d KNOW who it is. it’s not fair that mammon can spend so much time with you and it’s not suspicious. you looked so pretty today. and yesterday. and you will forever and ever and he knows this because it’s you.

satan takes a picture of you and writes a cute little book quote that he thinks describes you perfectly. he shows you the post, all ready to hit send- you laugh and hit the button for him. it becomes kind of a joke between you, except that he’s dead serious, scouring through books for the perfect line for his perfect person. all his followers think he’s in a relationship with you, and he’s not about to say otherwise.

asmodeus has his personal devilgram account, but he definitely has a second account dedicated to fashion. you’re forced to model more and more outfits so that he can post them. definitely puts things like “look at MY pretty model” in the captions. he already has enough problems with his brothers, he doesn’t need other demons snooping around you too.

beelzebub doesn’t mess around. he doesn’t outright tell you either though- for obvious reasons. for every post you make he’s the first like and the first comment- although it’s typically riddled with typos since he’s normally eating when you post. he doesn’t really pay attention to his own social media accounts, but he never ever fails to pay you a compliment or well wish, even when he’s in the middle of something important. if only you took it as something beyond being a good friend.

belphegor- social media who? he HAS it, technically. it’s drier than australia and there are definitely cobwebs on his page, visible or not. the last post was also his first post: "..." if he ever makes a second post, it'll be when he wakes up and can't get back to sleep. upon posting “mc.” he finds he’s already drifting off, back to the sweet embrace of dreams and rest.

barbatos tweets “going through it” and then nothing else when he has a crush on you. rts it every once in a while when the pining gets particularly bad. once he typed out “GOING THRU IT” but never sent it. tweets “got through it” when the crush leaves him (never) or you pick him.

diavolo starts a “fan-page” of you. takes at least ten pictures of you every time you’re together and says that it’s for his fan-page on devilgram. the first time you heard this you were like “weird, but definitely not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me here! you do you boo <3”. fan-page of you- for who? nobody but him.

simeon is AWFUL with technology. it truly is a miracle that he manages to use devilgram. nonetheless, he does his best, and is always taking photos and posting them, typically with the caption "i thought you might like this :) @/mc". you respond eagerly, and at least one demon tries to remind you two that this can be a conversation in dms. neither of you pay attention to this reminder, and simeon invites you to the place that he took the picture. he later posts a picture of you lightly kissing his cheek. the demons become on very high alert after that.

solomon isn't subtle. "me, myself and mine" is the caption when he posts a picture of you and him together, and he tags every single demon brother and the royals and simeon, just for good measure. you laugh it off and comment "mine :)" underneath it. solomon gets a target on his back for an entire week before you clarify it was just a joke. this cycle repeats every couple of months as he tries to get more and more flirty comments out of you- when you post a picture of you kissing him with the caption "now shut up", he does. it's almost like an act of god.

bonus: LUKE only really has devilgram. he was worried about an "age limit" and it took diavolo, simeon, and barbatos to reassure him. lucifer tried to help but it just made everything worse. you're the first comment on all of his devilgram posts. any time you're not, you're apologising profusely, and he says it's all the demon brothers' fault, and you say yes it's all the demon brothers' fault. and then you spend the entire afternoon at purgatory hall. solomon takes great joy in rubbing this in their faces.

[twistedchatterbox]

Halloween Collab 2023 - 17/31 ; open !

Why hello there, loyal customer; Today I'm here to announce a collab for everyone's favorite holiday which starts on august and lasts 'till the end of October; spooky season!

Accepting collaborators 22nd-30th of September; This Halloween collab will be an advent that focuses on canon x reader/viewer content; you can join as an author/artist, with a minimum of 300~ words and no upper limit. -if you're interested, take a seat.

Here is how it'll work;

Everyone who participates in this collab will pick a prompt, and post their work on the day corresponding to the prompts number; it is mainly centered around writing, though artwork can be included !

Here are a few other things you should keep in mind v

To join the collab you have to reblog this post + choose a prompt! + You can ask to pick your prompt through replies instead, if you'd like that; as long as you reblog the post afterwards!

Remember to tag me on the post so that I can see it ; All the entries for the advent will be reblogged on @/jade-s-nymph and added to the masterlist !

One prompt per person; each person can only claim one prompt *

No Dead Dove: Don't Eat content !

All entries have a minimum of 300 words but no upper limit ; + Artwork can be entered as long as it is accompanied by writing ! + Your writing can be formatted however you'd like as long as it meets the minimum word count, just have fun with it !

Tag your works properly ! including but not limited to; if there are references to how the reader looks or is described, content warnings, phobia-specific warnings (ex. blood, cramped spaces)

Even though event mainly centers around canon x reader content Original Characters are very welcome to join in; whether it be Fanon x reader / Fanon & reader or just to make a cameo! Take the wheel and see where it leads you. ^^

Prompts that are taken/claimed by someone will be crossed out in text (like this) ; followed by the @ of the author/artist(s) who will post their work(s) on the prompt's day !

First Halloween - @magicluckystars

Sweetness

Tricked (or is it a treat..?)

Pumpkin(s)

Makeup - @cupids-chamber

Secret invitation - @savanaclaw1996

Decor

Love at first fright - @cyn-write

Undead(?)

Fangs - @rendy-a

Bewitched - @cecilebutcher

(Love) potion - @bunnwich

Phantom Thief - @yume-yuurei

Opera - @fungifanart

Knight

Sleeping Beauty - @siren-serenity

Haunted House - @leonistic

Graveyard - @galra-empress-dowager

Hunting - @snappit-the-snek

Full Moon

Siren's Song - @/twistedchatterbox ie.@/Jade-s-nymph

Yokai - @ginruko

Bandages

Angelic

Detective - @fate-muse-club-house

Dress-up (together) - @linawritestwst

Possessed - @darling-in-wonderland

Devilish - @da-birb-writes-sometimes

Cerberus

Red Hood - @juno-of-wonderland

"Once upon a time.." - @whatevermywpis

Ps. if you'd like to collab with someone on a prompt, you can! * ex. Two authors writing a 2-part fic together or writing 2 separate fics that reference each other / An author writing a fic and an artist making an illustration to go along with it. -Just remember to post the entries on the correct day, yeah?

Everyone who joins can tag their work with the tag #Spooky Chattering 2023 .

-Once again, before i finish this post; please Reblog this post so that more people can see and join, even if you don't intend to join in yourself- a collab this size needs a lot of people, after all ^^'' ...

[sugar-omi]

bruh it feels so weird to be writing smth that isnt a request... ily guys sm though tysm for sending your requests all the time, rn im taking this time to finish everything in my drafts + inbox n then i'll open my requests again 👍 anyway this was gonna turn into smut but i decided a part 2 will be best, so here are some crumbs for now <333

tags : Suggestive, all readers, drabbles (there is no cohesive order in the way things happen imma be honest), flirting, you know you have a crush on each other, touchy cove, (mention of) drinking, reader likes long hair, the length of cove's hair is up for interpretation (imagine his hair is like any of the step 4 hairstyles)

[inspired by this post: you n cove teasing/flirting with each other]

synopsis : you and cove are in college and since you're so busy, cove hasn't gotten his hair cut and it's getting longer than he's ever had it, of course you need to tell him how attractive he is with it long.

[part 2] [part 3 / TBA (this will b smut👍👍)]

it comes up when you're sitting on the floor of terry's dorm.

cove is looking at a long strand of hair he's pulled into view, scrutinizing the length. "I'm probably gonna go in for a trim... or do have my dad do it, it'll be cheaper that way." he laughs

you come in from behind, balancing drinks in your hand and passing it out to your circle.

"no way!" you start, "top three worst things a man can do is cut his long hair." you laugh, joking but serious on your opinion

"what makes you say that?" Miranda giggles, leaning into Terry.

you take a swig of your water. it's room temperature n does nothing to ease your throat.

"long hair is sexy."

cove feels his heart skip, suddenly feeling very hot and it's not from the smirnoff-ice you and lee bought during her visit last weekend.

"what's the other two?" Terry asks

"be a dick and insult your mother." you smile, taking the dice to the board game you're playing and rolling.

your piece moves up three squares, player orange owes you money.

Terry curses. "fuck! you're robbing me, man!"

you cackle, taking Terry's fake dollar bills.

coves still stuck on what you just said, and you keep grinning even when realize how red he is.

you can't help but tease him a bit more than usual today. maybe it's because of how he's wearing his hair and his glasses are hanging low on his beautiful nose, and it makes his face look so goddamn irresistible.

maybe the alcohol has you a little more brave today, just enough to make your heart not jump out of your chest at 100mph and for your lips to be a bit looser than usual.

"you look sexy like that cove.." you purr, tangling your hand his hair.

you push his bangs up to show his forehead, some shorter hairs falling out and the rest dropping back against his face when you reach around to tug on his work-in-progress ponytail.

you lean in to whisper in his ear, not caring that your friends are just a game board across from you, Miranda hiding her face n Terry making silent gagging and booing faces.

enjoying how red his ears are and how frantic he looks, you cup your hand as if to share a secret. "you make me wanna fuck you when you look like this.."

you lean back, leaving cove to process what you just said.

honestly, the two of you have been in this song-and-dance for years ever since you were 17, it started becoming unbearable, but not unbearable enough to do something.

for now anyway

it was from subtle glances to tangling your pinkies, than it went to undressing each other with your eyes from the other side of the couch. and then when you got into college it was mouthing dirty or suggestive lyrics to tease the other, and it was cove's hands on your back, hips, and leg as he pushed past you or held you down with his large palm on your thigh as he told Terry to take the backseat since you're his copilot today.

and his fucking smile when he said it, the little wink he gave...

and now it's been one hair away from dirty talking each other in the library.

you and cove are looking for the books for your shared class and he points out how the student working the front desk is giving you gaga eyes.

you laugh, a bit nervous at the thought.

cove stalks behind you, hands in his pockets and with the RBF on his face he looks lazy and mean.

"every time we go out, someone is checking you out... why are you so pretty y/n?" cove pouts, grumbling.

you roll your eyes. he's a bit tired from getting little sleep so he could study for the test he had this morning, and that cove is always a bit more... husky.

he licks his lips.

"serious. you're too beautiful to take anywhere.." cove comes up behind you, rest his chin on your shoulder and intertwining his fingers in your hoodie pocket.

you stutter, getting flustered. "c-cove! get off you big oaf!"

cove just hums, hugging you.

you tremble a bit, waiting for him to get off you.

it feels so good and makes you so excited to have him like this, to have his thick voice scratch your ears and now his body heat against you.

he removes his forehead from your neck, his hands taking a firm grip of your hips before he moves away. then in a low voice, scratchy with fatigue. "don't flirt back with anyone else, okay?"

he takes the books from your arms, bringing them up to the counter with a thump, biting back his smile as he watches the dude ring them up with a bit of a scowl on his face.

you flounder for a bit, feeling dizzy like cove just sucked all your life force out of you. it always makes your world shift a little when cove reciprocates your advances or flirts with you unprompted..

you snap out of your thoughts, deciding that the library was not a good place to have a wet daydream, and you rejoin cove as he accepts the books.

this man has ruined you..

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Love is all you knead

Pairing ⇒ Bakery Owner!Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Employee!Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 3.5K

Summary ⇒ Today is the first day you'll be staying over at Tony's house, and he plans to make it a night you'll never forget. It all goes differently than you expected because when you meet his housemate, your attention is completely focused on him as soon as you arrive. Nevertheless, Tony will ensure you'll have a wonderful first night at his house; he'll go above and beyond to do exactly that.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings ⇒ Established relationship, unspecified age gap, use of pet name (Peach), reference to social anxiety, reference to animal abandonment & rescuing

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting

A/n ⇒ This one-shot is written to fill day 18 of my Fluffcember 2023 Challenge. It's proofread, melted, and drooled over by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot thank you enough! I love you 🩵

A/n 2.0 ⇒ My requests are open again! Please consider that I only have 24 hours in my day, so it might take a while to get the new requests posted, but I expect to post them around February/March. I'll be looking forward to what you will all come up with, and I can't wait to start writing requests again 🩵

Events Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''You're so cute, you know that?''

Banners: @vase-of-lilies ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist ⇒ AU Masterlist

Today's promising to be a beautiful winter day as you're getting ready to go and visit Tony, your boyfriend, at his house. Your outfit is lying on your bed, ready to slip into after your shower. You and Tony have the day off today, so he promised to make dinner for you. Not only is he a fantastic baker, but he is also a hero in the kitchen.

Your overnight bag is also ready to go, and you decided to bring a nice bottle of red wine to pair with dinner since he offered to make your favorite seafood pasta. It doesn't take long for you to be dressed and ready to head to his house, but the nerves are settling in slightly.

Not only will it be your first time staying over at his place, but it'll also be your first time meeting his housemate, making you much more nervous and anxious. Something you've struggled with a lot is social anxiety. Still, ever since you started working in Tony's bakery, you have become a lot better at navigating social interactions and being around people you don't know.

Right now, however, it is back in full force. Though you decide not to let it hold you back, you will have Tony by your side the entire time. In the meantime, Tony is conversing with his 'housemate,' his cat named Oliver.

''Are you excited, Buddy? It won't be just you and me tonight,'' Tony says as he's leaning against the counter, Oliver lying in his arms with his belly up as Tony scratches his soft belly. He happily purrs away while Tony keeps talking, just enjoying the attention he's getting.

''Yeah, Peach is finally coming over. Remember? I told you about her after our first night together! God, I'm so lucky to call her my girlfriend... And in the future, we will ask her to be your Mommy; how does that sound?'' he says with a content sigh when his phone gives him the notification of your message.

Peach 🍑 >> I'm just leaving now. I'll be there in 45 minutes ❤️

He quickly responds that he can't wait to see you, and after giving Oliver a few more scratches, Tony brings him to his cat tree, where he can nap as Tony finishes the sauce since it will have to simmer for a few hours.

Before he can even turn around, Oliver is already curled up into a little ball as he lets sleep take him over, and Tony can't help but chuckle at the actions of his little feline companion.

After the sauce is finished, he tidies up the last bits here and there before he hears the doorbell ring, notifying him of your arrival. During the car ride, you could feel your anxiety rising, but as soon as the door swings open, every last doubt or nervousness melts away.

''Hi, Peach,'' Tony says before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside with a warm smile, letting you put your overnight bag on the floor before his hands capture your face, reuniting his lips with yours. His plump, soft lips are a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands holding your face, and you can't help but clench slightly to give a little relief.

''You look beautiful today,'' he whispers as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you both catch your breaths from the kiss. His deep, dark brown eyes are focused on yours, making it feel like your skin is on fire. After one more soft kiss, you pull away, ready to be let into his home.

He grabs your hand before leading you into the house, showing you every room, though you don't see much of it as you mostly have eyes for your boyfriend. His broad shoulders and thick biceps are stretching the black shirt he's wearing deliciously, and his jeans are tight around his thighs, showing off his ass and bulge perfectly.

''Peach?'' Tony says as you're standing in the kitchen, Tony caging you in against the counter as he leans on it. His nose is only inches from yours as a deep blush creeps over your cheeks, knowing you've been caught drifting off in your thoughts.

''Hmm?'' you hum as a question, and the smile on Tony's face gives you butterflies in your stomach. The tiny crinkles by his eyes, the white teeth, and the way his tongue slightly pokes out between them have you melting into a puddle.

''I asked what you think of the house,'' he says with a chuckle, but before you can answer, you feel tiny feet against your leg and look down to see the cutest cat you've ever seen. Tony lets out a deep sigh before he moves back, giving you the space to say hi to Oliver.

''Oh my god, aren't you a precious, chubby little guy?'' you coo at him as he bumps his head against your hand, happily accepting all the attention he can get from you, his new Mommy. Until now, it has always been just him and Tony, but judging how he acts now, you're not allowed to leave his home ever again.

''Well, I was going to introduce you two later, but since the little devil is already awake, I might as well do it now,'' he says as he crouches next to you, but Oliver doesn't care. He only wants attention from you as he plops down to show his belly, letting you scratch it to get the ultimate purrs from the little guy.

''Why did you never mention you have a cat?! I would have come over much sooner if I knew,'' you say with a chuckle, but in all reality, he has mentioned Oliver countless times. It just never occurred to you that he was his cat.

''Oh, I did, Peach. All these silly stories about Oliver? It's all him. He had been with me since he was a small kitten, and I rescued him from behind the bakery. Someone dropped him off in a cardboard box in the pouring rain; the poor guy almost didn't survive,'' Tony says, his voice trailing off near the end.

As you listen to the story, you feel tears burning in your eyes as you keep scratching his belly. Oliver's purrs quickly make you forget all about your sadness, though, as it almost has a healing effect on your brain. And from that moment on, you and Oliver would be practically inseparable whenever you were at his house.

''But I didn't just save him; he saved me, as well. Before I had little Oliver, it was the same boring routine every day, and I was at a point in my life where I wanted to sell the bakery and move on to something else. When I found him, I started to see life a lot differently, and I am where I am now because of him, so in a sense, I owe him my happiness. It brought me to you, after all,'' Tony tells you, a blush now creeping onto his cheeks, too.

''I didn't have anyone here when I came home, so I started spending more time at the bakery until I reached the point of sleeping there some nights. But that all changed when I met this little devil. Now I have someone to talk to when I'm home, and he'll never complain when I talk too much!'' Tony jokes, making you both laugh.

''So yeah, like I said, I owe him pretty much my life at this point,'' he says softly, and you lay your head on Tony's shoulder to comfort him. It's the first time you've ever heard about this story, and even though it makes you a little sad, you're also glad that little Oliver managed to turn your boyfriend's life around.

''I'm glad he saved you,'' you whisper before capturing Tony's lips again, pouring every ounce of love into it.

You and Tony decide to watch a movie until it's time for dinner, and you're cuddled up under a blanket with Tony, and Oliver is lying on your lap as you're scratching behind his ears. You're watching one of your favorite movies: Jurrasic Park. After Tony mentioned he'd never seen them, you brought your copy, and here you are.

''So? What do you think?'' you say as you look at Tony with a hopeful look. He looks at you with a serious expression, not giving anything away before he breaks, bursting into laughter.

''I love it, Peach. It's one of the better movies I've watched in a long time!'' he says, and then it's time for dinner. Tony set the table with two plates, some candles, wine glasses, and the wine you brought, ready to dive in.

''Allow me to guide you to the dining room, m'lady,'' Tony says as he holds out his hand, and you happily grab it. He pulls it to his mouth and places a soft kiss on your knuckles, making you giggle softly in response, and then he leads you to the dining room, which is dimly lit with candles. Soft music is playing in the background as he pulls out your chair and pushes it back in as you sit down.

After taking his place across from you, he allows you to grab some pasta first, pour some of the wine before raising it, and give a small toast.

''A toast to you, Peach. To the most beautiful, caring, and loving woman in my life,'' he says before clinking his glass against yours and bringing it to his lips, allowing the taste of the red wine to coat his tongue, humming at the taste.

The conversation over dinner ranges from lighthearted topics, like the bakery and Oliver, to deeper topics, like you've always dreamt of becoming a Mom one day.

''I've always dreamt of becoming a Mom. I just never had the privilege of meeting someone who wants the same,'' you tell him, and his heart sinks a little. Not because he doesn't want them but because he has been in the same boat for the last 20 years. He isn't the youngest anymore and doesn't plan on becoming a Dad by the time he passes 50.

After this, the conversation turns light again, and after you move to the couch again, continue your earlier conversations. When it's nearly 11 PM, you start to yawn slightly, and that's when Tony lifts you, ready to bring you to the bedroom.

''You. Stay. Peach is all mine for the rest of the night,'' Tony says as he glares at Oliver, who was cleaning himself on the cat tree but is now looking at Tony with a face that says, ''Oh yeah? Let's see about that!''

He kicks the door shut behind him, and that's when he carefully lays you on the bed before undressing you carefully. First, your boots and socks, then your pants, followed by your sweater, leaving you in the red lingerie you put on for him. A soft gasp escapes his lips as he takes in your body, his eyes gliding over every dip, curve, and inch of exposed skin.

''I will never get enough of you, Peach. You look like an absolute Goddess, and I can't wait to worship you every day,'' he tells you, and goosebumps erupt all over your body at his words. He's undressing himself, too, and you can see he's already near full hardness, making you salivate at the sight.

''How about you lie back for me, Peach, and I will start by showing you just how I would do that?'' he whispers as he crawls over you, leaving soft kisses on your neck and jaw before you scoot back on the bed, your head landing softly on the pillows. You look up at him with desire coursing through your veins, and your hand snakes into his hair before pulling him closer, molding your lips together with his.

His hips rut against your core involuntarily at the feeling of how soft your lips are, and he has to try his hardest not to lose himself in you already. As he pulls away, a soft groan spills from his lips, your fingers tugging softly on his hair in anticipation of what's to come.

''I want to make you feel good, Daddy, please!'' you whine softly, and Tony has never been one to deny you anything, let alone when you beg for him like this.

''How can I say no to my beautiful Peach when she begs so sweetly? You need Daddy, don't you,'' he whispers in your ear before softly nibbling on your earlobe, making your hand move down and scratch his back down to cup and squeeze his ass, pulling him even closer as his lips follow the line of your jaw, finding their home on the sensitive spot on your neck.

Tony moves back until he's lying on his back, spreading his thick thighs to make room for you to settle in between. Your fingers hook quickly behind the hem of his boxers, pulling it down in a smooth motion as you watch his cock spring to attention with a soft splat, precum already dripping from the tip.

The vein on the bottom of his cock is on display, and the first thing you do is lean forward to run your tongue along the length of it, just the way he likes, before grabbing the bottom and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckling sensation.

''Fuck!'' he exclaims as you do so, his back arching off the bed as you take more of his length into your mouth. The stretch is already causing a slight burn in your jaw that you happily accommodate, wanting to take him as deep as you can. A deep groan falls from his lips as the tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You pull off him with a pop as you catch your breath, a wicked smile forming on your lips as you look at him through your eyelashes.

''Tastes so good, Daddy,'' is all you say as your hand keeps a slow, steady pace before you take him in your mouth again, but this time focussing on his tip instead, alternating between suckling and giving kitten licks over his slit that have him craving more.

''Peach, let me take care of you, please! God, you make me so hard, and I want to be buried deep inside you, fuck'' he tells you. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, you're entirely bare on your back, and Tony lines up with your entrance, growing increasingly impatient every second.

''Daddy, please-'' is all you can say before his cock breaches your entrance, slipping in with a pleasurable burn. His head rests against your forehead as he makes eye contact, making the moment even more intimate.

''Can't wait to cum inside you, Peach, especially since you told me you want to be a Mom. Can't stop thinking about getting you pregnant; you'll look so fucking beautiful with a round belly, carrying our beautiful baby we made together,'' he tells you between groans, your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure takes you over, moans tumbling uncontrollably from your lips.

''Will fuck you every single day, Peach, stuff you so full of my cum until you're pregnant, have to make sure it'll take and not waste a single drop,'' he pants, his pace quickly becoming sloppy as he can feel his orgasm creeping closer. Your hand sneaks in between your bodies, and you find your clit without any effort, quickly trapping him inside you as the grip on his cock becomes stronger as your orgasm washes over you.

With a loud exclamation of his name, you cum with your juices squirting out of you, soaking both Tony and the sheets right before Tony stills inside you, his cum coating your walls before collapsing on top of you, your hands gliding into his hair as you both let the moment last as long as possible. Not a word is said between you two, but the love you both feel for each other is visible, and you can't get enough of him, though he eventually has to pull out and clean both of you up.

Tony gets up to grab some clothes, and he takes one good look at your fucked out state, a thin layer of sweat all over your body, a healthy blush spreading over your cheeks as you look up at your boyfriend, admiring every last dip, curve, and muscle of his. On his cheeks is a deep blush that spreads down to his neck and chest, a dopey smile, and rough curls on his head finishing the look.

''I love you, Peach, and thank you for being here tonight,'' Tony says gravelly, your heart beating faster as you hear it. He grabs you a shirt of his and a pair of panties from your overnight bag before handing them to you, putting on a pair of his boxer shorts as well.

''Shall I let Oliver in before he gets impatient? He might want some cuddles with his Mommy,'' Tony says, the deep blush on his cheeks only intensifying as he says those words, and when you have a pair of panties and one of Tony's shirts on, you agree. As the door opens, Oliver runs in and jumps onto the bed, finding his place on your lap again for cuddles.

''Is that true? Are you Mommy's boy?'' you ask little Oliver, and he purrs loudly, letting you know he agrees.

''He is, Peach, and I am too when it comes to you,'' he says before capturing your lips with his again, sealing your love with a sweet, slow kiss. The rest of the night is spent cuddling before you fall asleep in Tony's arms, Oliver finding his place by your feet as he snores softly.

The following day, Tony got up earlier than usual to walk to the florist on the corner of his street, getting a small bouquet of red roses to surprise you with during breakfast. They're standing in a vase on the kitchen island as he's preparing breakfast. Oliver is now looking at Tony from his place atop the cat tree.

He whips up some freshly made pancakes with syrup, the smell filling Tony's house as he whips up some scrambled eggs on the side and a cup of steaming hot coffee to finish it all. The small vase with roses is put on a serving tray with your breakfast before he calls over Oliver, attaching one of the roses to his collar for an extra surprise.

''Alright, let's go wake up, Mommy!'' Tony says, and Oliver struts to the bedroom, swiftly followed by Tony, who pushes the door open with his foot, now glad he left it slightly open as he walked out. He places the food on the floor on his nightstand before gently getting onto the bed and waking you up with soft kisses.

''Good morning, sleepyhead,'' he giggles, and it's a sound you never thought you'd ever hear but that you now can't get enough of.

''You're so cute, you know that? With your soft snores,'' he says as you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you smile at him, letting the reality sink in that you've stayed over at your boyfriend's house, the warm feeling of love spreading throughout your chest.

Tony goes to grab breakfast when Oliver jumps onto the bed, and you instantly spot the little rose on his collar, making you melt a little at the sight.

''Look at you! You are so adorable like this,'' you say as you give Oliver some attention before Tony places the breakfast on your lap, and you see all your favorites. A big smile spreads across your face as you grab the cup of coffee, taking a small sip to let the bitter taste coat your tongue, moaning softly as it glides down your throat.

''Thank you for everything, Tony; you truly managed to make our first time special,'' you tell him before stealing one more kiss and diving into the breakfast he prepared. After that, you're getting ready for work, and it's a good thing you stayed at his house to carpool together.

''Have a good day at work, Mr. Stark,'' you say with a wink, standing on your tiptoes to get one last kiss as you tie your apron behind your back, ready to get started on the customer orders going out today.

''You too, future Mrs. Stark,'' Tony says just loud enough for you to hear, and when you whip your head around, he winks at you with a mischievous smile. And from that moment on, it's all you can think about. Becoming Tony's wife sounds like a dream come true, and you can't wait for it to come true one day.

[moonchildstyles]

announcement and sneak peak!!

:)))))) hi guys!!!!

I know ive been taking a writing break for quite a while for while and have gotten a few questions asking when id be back and I finally have an answer!!!

starting on Friday, May 5th, ill be back to posting on patreon with an exclusive fic! I will be posting the first part on Tumblr on Friday, the 19th! It's an au where Harry is a guardian angel who's taking care of y/n and ends up falling in love of course:)))))

It's 6 parts long and I'm so excited to be back with new writing! I also have a Pinterest board up so you can get a good idea of the vibe!

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thank you all so much for being so patient with me and taking the time to read my stuff! A new Tumblr fic will be coming this summer :)

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Nonetheless, Harry could still feel his heart breaking as he gazed over her. 

To anyone else, she may have looked like a girl resting after a long day, but Harry knew better. He saw all the signs. He'd seen the pile of dishes in her sink, her hair was thrown on the top of her head instead of her usual braid back, and her book of choice for the evening was a comfort novel she turned to when she was in need of lighter thoughts. Her heart had been broken today. Most likely by her own hand. 

That was the hardest part, Harry thought as he swept across her floor with silent steps. Knowing that she didn't have to go through this if she was just a little kinder to herself. 

Her strawberry shaped diffuser dispersed her favorite blend of lavender essential oil and vanilla fragrance through her room, the scent wafting around him with the help of the span of his wings. Another comfort, he knew; something to soothe the cracks in her heart she was able to ignore for majority of her day until she was left alone with the stars. It was harder for her when the sun went down. 

With her wish echoing in his head, Harry took careful steps towards her bed. The melancholy in her house lingered with every step, his gaze stuck to her face to ensure she wasn't spiralling into any bad dreams. All he wanted was to comfort her. 

That was the thought he had in his head when he sat down on the edge her bed, her legs just behind him, as he tucked his wings close to his shoulder blades. Ensuring he didn't jostle her as he settled on the mattress, he felt his breath seize when he saw the details of her face under the pale starlight. He'd been close to her before, but this was different. 

Her tear tracks sparkled like the stars that lined his home in the clouds, casting pastel shadows over her face with cool blues and purples. The shape of her lips was even more pronounced given the length of her crying; though he didn't care for the cause, the effect was his favorite. Her skin shone like silk; delicate like the lashes lining her eyes, tiny creases and lines that showed that there still were days that made her smile. Despite the fact he was the one with wings pinned to his back, he swore she was the angelic one of the two. 

Breathtaking; that was all that was running through his mind. She was too pretty when she cried, it wasn't fair. 

His hands fisted in his lap as he wondered what it would feel like to cradle her cheek in his palm. Would she be as warm as he dared to allow himself to imagine, or would she be cool and dewy like the clouds above? Would it be such a bad thing to reach out and test his theories? Besides, he knew from the other guardians that sometimes the touch from an angel can help heal the ailments of their charges. While he doubted he could fix everything that was hurting her tonight, maybe he could soften the sharp edges of her broken heart. 

Uncurling his fingers from the fist he had made in his lap, Harry reached out with a tentative hand. 

Harry's fingertips touched her skin first, the warmth of her skin rivalling the sun at that slight brush alone. The pads of his lean fingers mapped the round of her cheek as he skimmed over her skin, his palm coming to cup around her face. She was soft like clouds and smooth like silk, a creamy warmth bleeding into his skin that Harry didn't think could come from anyone but this woman. His fingers breached her hairline, soft baby hairs curling around his digits while the curve of her cheek molded into the ridges and lines of his palm. 

A platinum warmth was felt bubbling under his skin. That had to be what his friends had talked about—the healing touch of a guardian. It may not be a physical pain he wanted to save her from, but he hoped this touch might be able to soothe her some, even in her sleep. 

Looking at her now, under the guise of pale moonlight with his palm holding her carefully, he wanted nothing more than for her to be able to feel the affection he felt for her. She had no idea how cared for and loved she was—even by people she didn't see all that often now that she had moved on her own. She had no idea how much he cared for her. 

What a special girl she was, he thought as he tentatively ran the pad of his thumb over the height of her cheekbone. Half of her wish was about how much she wanted to give love to others, wishing that privilege upon someone else who he would bet would never really deserve someone quiet as divine as her; selfishness didn't even come to her when she was alone. 

His wish was a hope that there was someone out there that could show her how much she was loved. Someone like him, even though he didn't dare linger on that thought for too long. 

He would find a way to make her wishes come true. He knew he would, that much he'd promise even if he couldn't tell her. 

A tiny smile crossed her features as (Y/N) pressed her cheek into Harry's hand. Pride puffed at his chest, his wings spanning behind him as if he could create a shield around their moment. Even if she wasn't aware, at least she could feel the way he cared for her. 

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ahhhh thank you sooooo much for reading I really hope you guys are as excited as I am!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

Congratulations on the 100 followers, unit 4402! You've been working so hard. i'm proud of you and your writings are always beautiful!

As for the event, can i ask for pining prompt with the lovely sorcerer, shu yamino? Thank you so much!

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ah hello again 🍰! and thank you so much for the kind words, it really means a lot. i'm extremely proud of how much of myself i've been able to put into this blog and it only makes it all the sweeter when others think the same way of it

eeeek shu works so well with pining, it's kind of unreal. please enjoy

tags: pre-relationship, gender neutral reader, vtuber!reader, light angst, pining

cameos: ike eveland, luca kaneshiro, mysta rias, vox akuma

⚠ drinking

#100 followers for 4402 - 7. pining

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Shu wonders if he's too obvious. He probably is.

Your name appears often on his schedule. First it was a group collab with you and a few other newer Vtubers in your unit, then a duo collab two weeks later for a long game that needs at least two more streams to complete.

He enters VC daily, and when you join in after your work for the day, your voice colors his world brighter. No wonder you got hired; you sound just as pretty as you look. Hearing you laugh out loud is straight sugar, and your words relax him until you go on a passionate rant. He swears it's like sending his heart on a roller coaster.

Shu realizes that whenever you're on the line, he always hesitates to disconnect before leaving, just in case you say... something. He doesn't know what he wants. Anything. Just another word would be fine.

Three drinks in at a boys' night out with Luxiem, Vox bonks his head before ruffling his hair. "You've got it bad."

"I know," Shu says. He slumps over the table, phone in his hands and your last DM under his fingers. He's drunk on two things, and it shows through half-lidded amethyst in his eyes and rose quartz on his cheeks.

Ike watches on as Vox pats his back. "Have you ever thought about telling them?"

"Nooo..." Shu buries himself further into his own arms. "It's not a big deal."

"I'd argue otherwise."

"And I'm scared to ruin stuff," he continues. "Just talking to them is enough. I like them so much."

Luca laughs out loud. "You really have it bad. Want me to text them for you?"

Shu snatches his phone and holds it close to his chest. "No! It'll be fine, thank you!"

Mysta leans back in his chair, cocktail in hand and silly straw along his lips. "You're seriously hopeless, you know that, right? You gotta tell them at some point before it eats you alive. Or before they're unavailable."

Shu's eyes gloss over the table before he averts them. He should do something about it. The thought really does terrify him, though. Falling for a coworker is risky enough, but even if somehow you feel the same, he has no idea how open you would be to long distance.

Maybe it's the drinks hitting him, or how sleepy of a drunk he is, but the last time you met up he couldn't get the scent of your shampoo out of his mind. The memory is saccharine, and cuts through the boozy air. All this sweat in the bar. His folded arms become a pillow, yet he longs to wake up just about anywhere else as long as your shampoo lingers while you sleep next to him.

Under his arms, Shu pouts. The boys have a point. He really does have it bad.

Then he immediately denies that thought. It's just the drinks, that's all. Alcohol always makes emotions run wild. He'll pass today off as just that, alcohol and emotions, and when he recounts how yesterday he wanted to see your smile, and how he listened to you passionately talk the day before—that's the alcohol, too. Memories also feel more intense when he's drunk, and he'll go along with it even though he'll still think about you in the morning when he's nursing his hangover.

"I'll be fine," he lies. "I'm ordering more."

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✧. ┊ event post ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[uzis-dopeaf-hat]

Murder Drones HumanAU + some updates

Summary: Uzi doesn't get along with anyone in her school, let alone her town. Why would she ever do anything for them?

After a fiasco in their chemistry class, she and three other students are forced to compensate by participating in the entertainment portion of Copper-9's big fall festival.

Uzi is almost tempted to just take the three weeks suspension and marks on her record, but if she wants to get out of this town she can't have anything stopping her. So, VERY reluctantly...

She agrees.

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A/N: Still planning on a Nuzi post, but I've been so busy that I haven't had time to work on it too much this weekend.

As compensation... I have this?

I pulled that summary out of my ass, but I have a very vague idea of how this series would go. There would be probably at least two parts, each being multi-chapter with, of course, eventual Nuzi. Planning on sprinkling a bit of SmokeyBat and... Thuzi? Thi?? Uzid??? I don't actually know since I don't really... ship them?? Lol, which is a bit funny once you read what I've cooked so far.

Obviously, human au, with like 50 other themes mixed in (eventually). ALSO nothing supernatural (sorry if you wanted that, admittedly I did ponder the idea), but I still think this will be super interesting if I'm able to get a good outline going. I've been thinking about this idea for a few weeks.

Partly inspired by both Broken Balance by Gamecube19 and by chance by spero11 (which if you somehow haven't read I highly recommend). If I end up writing more of this it'll make a bit more sense where my inspiration came from.

Anywho, enough about me, lemme share my weird ideas with you all!

Sidenote: This fic will have NO smut or gore but WILL end with Nuzi if I pursue it, it just needs to simmer :)

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Uzi grumbles as the two idiots sitting in front of her continue their discussion on whether or not they can create their alcohol with the chemicals they were provided with for their chemistry lab that day. They were testing reaction types with certain compounds in various ways, which is up to their lab groups.

This usually isn’t a huge issue as her seatmate- Thad- is typically her assigned partner. Each lab table could fit four people, and since Thad was constantly to the right of her, he’d usually take pity when the teacher made the students choose their partners. Fortunately, that was a rare case when the teacher was in a good mood (which was never) and decided to let them choose their partners freely.

And in those rare cases, every single time Uzi tried to insist she was fine by herself, hide, or even pretend she already had a partner, the teacher has always either caught her or assigned her to an already made group (and this never ends up well for anyone in the classroom). Hence, why Thad (literally the ONLY person who talked to her outside of class occasionally) would always partner up with the girl.

She pretends it doesn’t make her chest feel funny.

But in a not super rare case (unfortunately), the whole lab table was required to conduct today's experiment together. 

In front of Uzi sat Sam, the typical resident stoner one can probably conjure up easily in their head. The stereotypical guy, except maybe the lack of obnoxiously dirty and long hair. He always had a beanie on like Uzi herself, though he has a buzzcut whenever it's off… which is seldom (once again, like Uzi).

Uzi wouldn’t mind the boy if he remembered… well, anything about her… but more importantly their freaking assignments that he constantly forgets to finish (she makes Braidon do Sam’s share). 

He always forgot her name, and even after re-informing him, he again forgets within the next few minutes. It's probably because of all the edibles he eats. Uzi thanks god every day she doesn’t have to deal with the stench of weed by this boy because god only knows if he’d survive her rage of having to smell that shit all day. They have close lockers so she wouldn’t be able to escape that reek even if she wanted to.

As for Braidon, he was a stuck-up, rude, and obnoxious redhead. He and Thad were definitely on the higher ranking when it came to their school's hierarchy, but unlike Thad, he flaunted that status in the stupidest ways Uzi could imagine. Constantly cut others in line at lunch, always making sure he’d “accidentally” spill his food onto the girl (which, way to get creative, idiot? Lizzy’s pulled that one back in Middle School), being the goddamned teacher's pet while borderline tattling on Uzi for things that never even happened (like the one time Rebecca stuck gum in another girls hair and had Braidon blame Uzi for it), and most recently, decided to “confiscate” Uzi’s belongings for a search as another student has supposedly reported to a staff member that she had firearms on her. 

Yeah, Uzi wasn’t fond of the asshole. Her dad always tells her not to fight so much with the other students, always urging her to make amends with the boy. She knows this is only because Braidon’s dad had a huge say in the community, along with one of the bigger funders of their shitty school. Uzi knows she could easily bend that bastard if he ever tried to get physical with her. She knew better than to retaliate physically with so much stacked against her (police chief's daughter or not), but she had her exceptions. 

The last time a bully tried really hurting her she kicked them straight in the face. Uzi had never felt more alive. Her dad wasn’t pleased with her two-week suspension, though.

But back to the shithead, he and his annoying ass tie made its presence known by discussing loudly with Sam about the lack of possibility of turning their little chemistry experiment into alcohol of all things. 

“Sam of all the things you could contribute, why choose this ridiculous notion? Whoever you give that to is going to end up in the hospital.” Braidon states, seemingly uninterested. Thad lets out a chuckle as Sam just gives a lazy shrug, mixing some chemicals he stole from one of the cabinets into a spare beaker that was left on the shelves. “Just lookin’ for somethin’ to do. Wasn’t this the uh- like, what we’re supposed to be doing anyways?” Sam questions, still casually mixing.

Braidon scoffs as he recites their assignment to Sam. Uzi growls and gets out her worksheet, intending to finish her work before class ends. With or without the help of her partners. Braidon will just figure out the work himself and give the information to Sam to copy.

She notices Thad watching her as she prepares their materials. She flushes a bit but elects to ignore her the heat rushing to her face as she finishes setting up, turning to Thad when she’s deemed everything ready.

“Ya ready?” She asks, making sure she doesn’t sound too interested in what he’ll have to say. Thad nods before he quirks a brow at the two in front of them. “What about them?”

Uzi rolls her eyes, “They’ll catch up, as always”. Uzi cracks her knuckles. “Let’s just get this over with already so I can stop talking to you idiots”.

Thad only nods, used to Uzi’s blase and hostile nature to be able to not feel too offended.

As the two work, Braidon seems to notice them moving on without him and Sam and huffs, before beginning to write down their data and shoving Sam in the arm to try and steer his attention at the task at hand (which has about a 30% success rate).

Despite Uzi’s general dislike of her school’s populace (or her town), they’re usually able to get shit done with minimal issues. Thad and Sam typically make for good buffers between the others. If left alone with each other for too long, an argument is guaranteed, along with a high chance of Uzi having a nice visit to the principal's office. 

With that being said, minimal incidents does not mean zero incidents.

The group finishes their lab reports first, thanks to Braidon and Uzi’s high intelligence (not that anyone is singing her praises), and they proceed to turn in their papers. Uzi cleans up the lab table since Sam is too doped up to realize it needs cleaning, while Braidon doesn’t care to help if it means any more interaction with Uzi, which neither of them wants.

Thad, of course, helps. And Uzi makes sure to be extra careful when he hands her a beaker he just rinsed, cautiously preventing her fingers from grazing his (even if she may desperately crave to). It doesn’t take long to finish, and Uzi lets out a sigh as she places herself back on her stool, checking her phone and noting that she only has twenty minutes before class ends. Luckily, this is her last class of the day. Once that bell rings she is out. 

Uzi leans down to grab her bag below her seat, struggling, before letting out a defeated groan and hopping out of her chair to reach it instead. She places it on the table before jumping back in her spot yanking her earbuds from the bag's side pocket and shoving them in her ears and phone aux. 

She puts on one of the many random playlists she’s painfully curated over the years on,  turning up the volume probably too high to drown out her shitty class, before grabbing one of her journals (which looked to have been used quite a bit), a blue and a black ballpoint pen (she’d need new ones soon), and a thick folder filled with varying sizes of used paper (both blank and assignments).

The others ignore her, Thad knowing better than to look at her work as last time he did so she shouted at him so suddenly that he couldn’t hear out of his left ear for the entirety of football practice.

Uzi turns to where she had left the journal’s bookmark ribbon, the page showing different designs for a variety of weapons, the next page is the start of a messy sketch of a landscape being made with small notes added here and there. It was a blank journal, so no lines obscured the mess of ink she had left behind.

Uzi hums as her music continues to blare, turning it up more as some lab tables away a group is having a spat about their results. 

Next, she grabs her folder, which is purple and made of cheap cardboard. The spine was starting to deteriorate and the smaller subfolders had been repaired with black duct tape to help keep it together, barely keeping all her papers together (she’d have to delegate some old papers to recycling or her closet soon). All of the papers were filled with notes from over the years, keeping the most important ones to the left, and the most relevant to the right. Uzi grabbed one from the right subfolder and turned it around to check the back, before setting it down and closing the folder. 

On one side of the paper was a one-page assignment that had been graded and returned, a large ‘100%’ in red marker covering the top. On the other side, there were more notes, mostly about some sort of story concept, along with side notes to footnotes, unorganized and multicolored. Uzi looks at some of the purple ink left on the paper, making a mental note to grab a pack of purple pens as well when she eventually goes to the store.

Looking at the paper, she smiles a bit before getting to work in her journal, making certain lightly sketched areas more detailed, adding elements she had previously intended to incorporate. In the corner in all caps in small letters, the words “DEATH’S DRONES: PLANET-9 CONCEPT.” Underneath in an even smaller font was “title a work in progress.” Uzi wasn’t very proud of her naming abilities. 

As the girl continued her sketching, she didn’t notice her table mates suddenly begin to speak. Not until someone rounded the table and painfully ripped one of her earbuds out.

“OW, What the absolute f-” She’s interrupted from her anger by the suspect, Braidon, tutting at her and waving a hand. 

“Oh, hush up you’ll be fine. We just needed you for something real quick.”

Uzi growls as she narrows her eyes, now noticing that Thad and Sam are also staring at her, with Sam at some point having also stood up and placed next to Braidon. He was still holding the beaker from earlier. She checks her phone. 

‘2:53,’ a little over five minutes left of this hellhole. Uzi detested the idea of getting into an argument with the idiot in front of her and having to stay at the school for any longer than she wanted because she had somehow “instigated” the dickhead and would probably have to attend detention. 

With a groan, the girl relented. “And why the hell do you need me?”

There’s a flash in Braidon’s eyes, and Uzi glares harder. It’s so unfair that the three surrounding her are still taller than her even on this death trap of a chair. Bullshit is what this is, but she’s not about to back down just because of a little height difference.

“Just drink this, Doorman.” He grabs the beaker Sam is holding and shoves it in Uzi’s face. Uzi looks down at it, eyes widening in surprise. Thad lets out a small noise, seemingly debating whether or not to step in. Sam, to his credit, finally looks a little less out of it and gives Braidon a confused look.

“Uhh… I thought you said if someone drank that it would-” He’s cut off when Braidon holds his hand up. The taller of the two glares, “Ah- I was just being hyperbolic, Sam. She’ll be fine! And hey, if this works, Chad and Brad will have something new to serve at their next party. Or you, Thad.” He gives a glance to the jock as he gives out a mirthful smile.

Then, he turns back to Uzi, placing the beaker in front of her. “Whenever you’re ready.” He grins, eyes sharp.

Uzi stares at him, then at Sam, then Thad. 

Braidon has a smug grin, his arms crossed as he waits impatiently for Uzi to take a sip of Sam’s concoction. Sam himself looks a little confused but mostly tired. He gives a small yawn and when he catches Uzi’s gaze gives a lazy wave. Thad just looks pensive, smiling encouragingly when their eyes connect.

Uzi takes a breath, pausing her music and calmly taking out her other earbud, before picking up the beaker.

Then, as she stares directly at the redhead, pours the liquid down the sink drain that lies in the middle of their table.

Sam laughs a bit, not caring about his half-hour of work being drained away. Thad looks a little relieved, though stares at the sink confused. 

And Braidon looks pissed.

Uzi sticks her tongue out at him and as she’s about to speak, a slow, crescendo of sizzling reaches her ears.

Confused, she turns to Thad who’s still looking at the sink, seemingly startled. She turns only to jolt when she realizes something is coming up from the drain. Both she and Thad bolt up from their seats (Uzi with some difficulty) when the sizzling gets louder and louder.

She bumps into the two boys behind her, but she’s too spooked to care. It seems they have the same mindset as neither comment on it.

Suddenly, there’s a loud ‘pop!’ and a large flash that engulfs the whole room.

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And when the light fades away? Uzi pales at what she sees.

The sink was ruined, the metal corroded away and the surface of the table surrounding the sink also had been damaged. Whatever Sam had mixed had eaten at the metal and table, leaving behind smoke that thankfully seemed to be teetering out.

The entire class was quiet, staring at the ruins of the corner lab table with wide eyes and open mouths. 

Until a very angry teacher marches up to the four and shouts.

“YOU FOUR, TO THE OFFICE. NOW.” 

None of them protested as all four rushed out of the classroom.

Uzi’s hands were shaking.

She ignores it.

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...so uh... let me know what y'all think! I don't have a name for this AU or story yet, but as I type more behind the scenes I'm sure I'll think of something... hopefully

I also had a helper with me as I wrote both this post and the "first chapter" so to speak.

Okay, so I don't have a beta and I probably won't need one (Grammarly has my back! I uh... think,,) but N was nice company lol. Uzi will be out soon and you bet I'm gonna go crazy with that when it comes.

The N Shimeji was created by Polar Summit, and you can find their other Shimeji projects here where they update their works!

Thanks for reading all my bullshit if you've made it this far! If I end up pursuing this I'll post it on my AO3, with some potential changes to this "first chapter" (which I want to make a little closer to 4k-5k words).

I won't reveal too much since I really like this idea and I uhhh kinda don't want people to take it? But feel free to ask questions and speculate lol love y'all <3

...

aannnd they've multiplied. goodnight.

[netherworldpost]

TRICK OR TREAT

A small box, purple and ribboned green. Inside are things, pleasant yet not yet seen.

Dreams, maybe, of places yet visited -- or places visited yet not yet returned to, in quite some time.

Wrapped in woodsmoke, that pleasant, and a leaf -- no, two -- it has been a good year, let us celebrate this success with harmless excess.

rambling ->

This will (probably) be the only trick or treat I respond to this year. You're the first! That's the bad news, that I'll probably only write one of these this year.

The good news (in active progress all season) is that I'm working on a whole system of them.

<- rambling / making sense ->

In 2014, I ran a promo on Evil Supply Co. where folks were invited to write in "trick or treat" and I would come up with a unique ramble (as above) for them.

Just for them. A gift of text. No duplicates. Each wildly different. How was that so long ago question mark exclamation mark.

I peaked into whatever information they provided to write something specifically customized for them using all of my powers of deduction (i.e. reading + skill as a storyteller) TO WRITE A TINY ***CUSTOM MYTH*** FOR THEM

(see above) (for yours) (enjoy!)

Answered LOTS.

It ended up being dozens. I don't think it was actually 364, but I do believe I ended up doing a few hundred, but. Y'know. Gif. Can't pass it up.

Tons of fun.

Tons of work!

Tons of fun though.

"I think you might have said something about a plan?" you might be wondering.

I don't know you and I don't know how familiar you are with my work and I'm guessing this is just a fun ask without prompting.

However.

I never let a chance to ramble go to waste.

Netherworld Post Office is being built as "an independent media company".

Fancy words.

Means we do lots of stuff.

Right now we're making myths for back office clients.

We're building a front office shop. Cards and stickers and zines.

That's two of the "lots of stuff."

A third of the "lots of stuff" is a continual "trick or treat" blog.

I'll run through some logistics quickly. You didn't ask for any of this part but this is the trick to the treat.

The Trick or Treat blog will be a public archive. Some things I'll just write because the blog'll need some stuff to get going and keep going.

But sometimes there will be a "trick or treat!" shop entry. Limited quantity. Available until sold out. One per customer. Working out the details. Randomly during the year it'll come back in stock until it's out of stock again.

If you snag one, it is $0.00 with $0.00 shipping and handling. Anywhere in the world. Trick or treats are free!

I'll write a tiny myth like the above.

It'll get printed on a card.

We cover the printing and the postage.

It'll get mailed to you. Wherever you are in the world!

Tiny postcard print.

Written just for you.

Mailed to just to you. For free! Anywhere in the world!

Trick or treat!

Via the mail!

You caught me in a late night business session and I had a solid amount of sleep today for the first time in weeks and so I Am Full of Energy.

Enjoy your treat!

I've carved off the launch date because (uncomfortable laughter) the problems we thought we had solved were solved but they weren't the only problems lurking.

It's fine.

That's business.

I'm smart and I've added even smarter folks helping me figure out the complex problems.

netherworldpost.com has the mailing list if you're thinking "huh I like the idea of receiving a launch email sometime when this all sets up."

I've overstayed my welcome in answering this ask, so I'll see myself out after a big "Happy Halloween!" to everyone

(or small I guess, text size is structured for reading)

(and we're in a small text section)

(...wrapping up...)

Thanks for this space.

The Trick or Treat blog is in active idea-ation-stage-ization because it is October and the October Energy is Rampant so we're grabbing it while we can to figure out this very October thing.

This gif selection is reminding me I am due for a witch hair appointment

Paying that bill requires cash (fair and good and fine)

And remembering "oh stones, money exists"

means remembering "oh bones, I gotta market this machine lest it devolve into An Ungodly Expensive Hobby"

so

that URL for email signup

one last time

netherworldpost.com

(I am actively reducing coffee intake and increasing sleep intake and my schedule has coincided with "tonight is a coffee night" + "today was a heavy sleep day" and your ask came in on "I am planning a big project")

(let this be a joyous warning to folks who ask me things)

(I MAY ANSWER) (IT WILL BE LONG) (IT MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE)

[leonsbunny]

Inarticulation

( Chris Redfield x Ethan Winters fluff!)

authors note: I added a link to the instrumental version of Inarticulation by Rio Romeo because I think it fits better!! This is is my first post so enjoy!! I wrote this instead of doing my English hw (^.^) also I'm trying a new writing style so tell me what y'all think!!

wanrings: established relationship, Chris hiding how much he has a crush on his own husband (he's shy to admit it himself, okay?)

Chris huffs in annoyance, he wanted to take a nap. A long nap, a 'bear nap' Rose would say, because of the way he snored. The warmth of the light fixtures above him didn't help him feel any less sleepy.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Ethan says behind him, for once, towering over Chris. Chris was knelt down, surrounded by dusty old boxes. In his hands was a dusty old napkin. A kitschy one at least, probably something Rose had nabbed while out for dinner.

Today was cleaning day.

A day that they both dreaded, dearly. Ethan hated the dust, Chris hated being the one who had to do all the heavy lifting when it came to moving boxes.

Chris again huffs, out of habit with his hands on his hips. The Redfield stance that Ethan knew so well. "What are we going to do with…" Chris gestures to the surrounding boxes with his meaty hand, eyebrows furrowed as he trails off. Another habit of his that the man didn't seem to break. Ethan kneels down beside Chris, picking up another object from the box in front of him.

"Look," He says gently, a soft voice Chris had grown accustomed to. He leans closer to Ethan, eyes raising slightly to soak in whatever he was going to show him. "It's us!" Ethan exclaims, pointing at the framed photograph in his hand. A photo of them and Rose at the beach. Chris meant to hang that photo up sooner- but things happen. He dusts off the glass carefully, a faint cloud of dust forms from where he palmed which causes him to scrunch up his nose slightly.

Chris's eyes soften, he can't help but chuckle seeing Ethan's close examination of the framed photograph in his hand. He uses his sleeve to messily wipe away the remaining dust, he didn't bother to pull out a handkerchief or use the equally dusty napkin in his other hand.

His eyes drop down to the napkin again, then to Ethan. The warmth of the light bulbs above Ethan's head made a small halo form around his crown, but Chris wasn't going to admit that. Even though they're married now. He was too reserved, too closed up to even tell Ethan what he was thinking.

"You're right, we should take a picture." He says instead, a faint smile on his features. Ethan can see every wrinkle, every dimple in his face curve up into a smile. He couldn't help but smile too.

"It'll last longer."

[nuvoloso]

I'll be there.

Oikawa x masc reader (he/they)

Support is something I just know that silly little volleyball captain craves from a s/o. This is about somebody who tries their hardest to give him that, even if sometimes it's a swing and a miss.

This one's in first person, y/n is the soccer captain at seijoh, dating Oikawa, yeah yeah you get it. the little ~~ means change in view or time, it'll make sense as you read.

[Side note: I play soccer, so if I write in another sport, it's always gonna be that until somebody tells me to do something else so yeah slay]

Word Count: 4233

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Spring was always a busy time for me, but especially so this year. The captain of the volleyball team, Oikawa Tōru, and I had (to the dismay of his many fans) started dating. Not only were they devastated because surprise! He's gay, but now he was also taken. I loved it though, they'd swarm him and I'd infiltrate their ranks, my lovely Tōru only embracing me, not giving those girls a second glance. Sometimes I'd play with them and flirt with him loudly, just to see how long before they got so jealous they had to leave. Honestly such a fun game to play.

Anyway, spring was crazy this year because Tōru had a ton of volleyball shit going on, and I had soccer tournaments too. We'd made each other promise when we got serious that we'd make it to each other's games whenever we had the chance. Of course we both understood the importance of keeping grades and appearances up since we both wanted to go into the athletic field post-grad. However, we also understood the importance of supporting each other, so we really did try our best.

Sometimes for me that meant if I knew I had a game the same day or I wouldn't be able to be there for whatever reason, I came to practices leading up to it or took him out to dinner afterwards.

When I could make it, despite not totally understanding everything, I cheered louder than anybody else when Tōru was up for serve or if he did something especially dazzling.

Today, he would be playing against Karasuno, which he was especially excited about. He had been telling me all about it yesterday, I guess there was this Kageyama kid that he went to junior high with that he'd be playing against for the first time. He said that during a practice match they'd had not long ago, Kageyama and some other kid had done some kind of super fast move that had upset a lot of players on the team. He was really looking forward to cracking down on them, it was almost scary.

"You'll be there today right?" He asked me, shutting the door to his locker. I was leaning up against the others next to his, thinking about my schedule today.

"I should be, unless something comes out of the blue. I'm not anticipating anything getting in the way though." He grinned at me, his smile infectiously making its way onto my face. "You better not be lame." I threatened, but he brushed it off and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the cafeteria so we could get lunch.

"I'm never lame, and this game is gonna be fast paced so even you will find it entertaining, I can almost promise it." His hand gripped mine tightly, like he always did when he was excited or determined.

I smiled at him as we made our way down the stairs, "Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it later."

As we got our food and looked around for a place to sit, a few others from the volleyball team were furiously waving us over to them. Tōru dragged me over to them, despite my wanting to sit with guys from my team.

"Y/n! Are you coming to the game tonight? Gonna watch us kick Karasuno's ass?" Iwaizumi asked, I guess Tōru wasn't the only one hyped for this game.

"I should be, I've got nothing on my schedule for later. Is everybody so excited for this thing? I thought Karasuno wasn't any good at volleyball anymore." The team all shook their heads, everyone started talking at once about different people on the team and what they could do, a lot of the conversation based around the freak duo.

The team continued to chatter away about the game and everything they were looking forward to, I just quietly listened, catching every third word. Tōru's games were always in the evening which was nice because it meant they were usually just after when I finished up at practice. But, it also meant I had to either shower and change in a massive hurry and bolt to the gym, or I had to just go in my soccer stuff, I did a healthy balance of both.

My mind had drifted to thinking about what drills we'd be doing today, hoping that it wasn't going to be a push day since I wanted to get cleaned up before the game later. I felt a hand on my shoulder, lightly shaking me which brought me back to the present.

"You in there somewhere, y/n?" Tōru asked, I cracked a smile and briefly apologized for spacing out. "Do you really find my favorite sport in the world so boring?" I couldn't immediately tell if he was joking or not, so I decided to play it safe and assume he was serious.

"Of course not, I was just thinking about the plan for practice today, I might try to convince coach to let us have a rest day so I can have time to clean up before I come watch. I'd never think volleyball was boring, you play it after all." He seemed to like that answer.

Soon enough, the bell had rang and we parted ways with the rest of his team and went back up to our classrooms. I walked with Tōru to his and lingered with him until I really needed to get to my own. He pouted as I left him, but I just laughed at the stupid look on his face and made my way out.

When I got to my own class I found a few of my teammates talking to each other, greeting me as I entered.

"Hey captain! Excited for later today?" One of them asked, I naturally nodded, assuming he was talking about the volleyball game later. It looked like he was going to say something else, but our teacher entered and they quickly dispersed getting back into their seats.

The later half of the day went by slowly, but eventually we were released. Alongside my few teammates that were in my class, we headed down to the school's main gym so we could get changed before getting out to the field. My team had an interesting energy today, it seemed like they were all pretty pumped for practice even though it was a regular day.

I didn't say anything though, and focused on getting changed and making sure all my stuff was good to go in case I needed to get out quickly to catch Tōru's game. Needless to say, I was very determined to make it to this one. I hadn't been able to make it to one of Tōru's real games in a while since they nearly always lined up with my own, or I had practice matches with other teams during them.

I knew Tōru was always a bit let down that I couldn't watch him play as often as he wanted me to, and I honestly couldn't blame him. I, of course, loved it when he came to my games to support me but never really affected me when he wasn't there, at least not as much as it did him. Since I couldn't honestly remember the last game I had made it to, I was absolutely going to make it to this one. Plus, Tōru was beyond excited for this match and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as he could.

When I made it out onto the field, the coach greeted me and I helped him finish setting up cones and getting the practice jerseys and water stations set up. Soon enough practice had started and things were pretty normal for the first half, it was when we were taking our larger break that I noticed something different.

The managers were handing out our official away uniforms, as if we were going to be playing a game. It was odd enough that we were getting our uniforms, but to be getting the away ones was even stranger. Generally, if we hosted a match or practice match, we got to wear our home jerseys, and the other team would compensate for that and wear whichever of theirs differed from ours the most.

It's not as if I didn't like our away jerseys, I liked them better than the normal teal and white ones for sure. The away's had to be decently different from the home's so they were mainly black with white and turquoise details.

As our manager handed me mine, I thought to ask her what we needed them for.

"I thought we weren't having any practice games today, why are you handing out the uniforms?" She gave me a weird look.

"You don't remember? Coach said that Date Tech would be coming over for a practice match today because it was the only day that worked for them. He sent out a mass email about it a few days ago, don't you check your emails?" God why? Of all the days they had to surprise me with a practice match it had to be today?

I sighed, "I guess I must've missed it, thank you though." She looked puzzled at my lack of excitement towards the match, but didn't ask about it. "Hey coach?" I called, getting up to meet him before I got changed.

"Yeah, what's up--is something wrong? You look a little distressed." I nervously wrung my jersey as if it wasn't already bone dry.

"I just, didn't realize we had a practice match today. How long do you think it'll go for?" Coach was surprised at my question, usually I wanted these matches to go on forever but asking when it was over was new.

"Well, it all depends on you guys. We'll start as soon as they get here, but we're going to do a full match. It's what? 16hr right now?" I checked my watch, nodding. "Ok so we'll probably be done right around 18hr, maybe earlier but it depends."

I pursed my lips, sighing quickly but thanking him for humoring my questions. Tōru's game starts at 17hr 30m, and he said they usually last about an hour. I might be able to catch the last half or so if I hurry.

I watched the Date Tech bus pull in, and silently begged them to just go faster. I had no time to waste, I needed this game to start as soon as possible.

Luckily with everyone's excitement surrounding the match, they wanted to get going too, and things started shortly after the visitors offloaded their bus. We greeted each other, and play began shortly after.

When half time rolled around it was just turning 17hr, which meant after our ten minute break, we really would be finishing right at 18hr. I pulled out my phone to shoot Tōru a text, though I was sure he wouldn't read it since he was likely getting ready for his match.

Y/n [hey I'm not going to be on time to the match, I got blindsided by a practice game. I might be able to see the later half or so of the match]

I was going to just put my phone away after I sent it, but I saw that he had read the message, and the dots that meant he was typing.

Tōru [hope you can make it <3]

That was all I got. And I could practically feel the tribulation on his end through the simple message. I threw my phone back into my bag and put my palms into my eyes for a few moments, until I could tell I was being watched.

"You ok y/n?" Someone asked, I moved my hands from my eyes and looked up towards the voice. It was our goalie, and he was offering me a hand up.

I groaned, "I was supposed to go to Tōru's match that starts in thirty minutes, but now I don't know if I'll make it. I promised him I'd be there too, but I had no clue we had a match today." He gave me a very knowing look.

"Ah, yeah I get it. My girl's on the tennis team and our schedules never line up. Maybe these clouds will start doing something interesting and we'll get released early." I looked up at the sky and noticed that he may be right. The clouds were dark and looked about ready to dump some rain on us, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it earlier.

I loved playing in the rain, I thought it was fun and challenging but the coaches definitely didn't feel the same way, they saw it more as a danger since it made everything so slick. We had a tent set up so our stuff was never at risk of getting drenched, but soccer was an outdoor game and the weather was unpredictable.

Play resumed again, and as we went on I could feel droplets of water setting on my skin. Just a little downpour, please. Just enough to let me get outta here soon. As if the sky was listening to me, the droplets doubled in size and quantity and soon rain was coating the field and everyone on it.

"Alright everybody, we're gonna stop here for today and we'll pick this up again another day! Get your things and get inside to dry off!" The coaches were yelling, everybody running to the sidelines to get their shit and leave. I was probably the fastest, checking my watch it was 17hr 50m which meant Tōru had been playing for at least twenty minutes, and I was gonna make it before it ended.

I grabbed my things and about as quickly as I could, changed out of my cleats and into an old pair of sneakers I only ever wore outside because I didn't care how dirty they got. I threw on my jacket and ran to the street in front of Seijoh to try to get a taxi so I didn't have to try to run to the Sendai City Gym.

That, was where my luck ran out. The streets were empty, not a taxi in sight which meant I had to call for one and wait for it to show up. Thankfully there was one nearby and it didn't take too long to show up but I was losing time. The driver handed me a towel she had on hand and told me to dry myself off as well as I could because she didn't want water all over her cab. I apologized profusely as I did my best to dry myself off.

We arrived at the gym a handful of minutes later, the kind taxi driver giving me a disposable umbrella she had, telling me to not get drenched again. I thanked her over and over while I gave her some cash for the ride, and ran as fast as I could to the gym's entrance. When I got there I quickly changed out of my disgusting shoes, shoving them into my bag and pulling out a cleaner pair of hightops to wear. I ran into the bathroom to take a look at myself, running my hands through my hair a few times and dabbing off some residual rain and sweat that I'd missed while in the taxi.

When I deemed myself mostly presentable I jogged through the building until I heard the sounds of volleyball. There were a few different sections that had teams going, and to my luck Tōru's was the last one I checked. I ran up the stairs leading to the bleachers, but didn't bother to find a seat, I just got as close as I could to where Tōru was on the court.

I looked at the score, it was the third set, and about in the middle from what I knew about the volleyball score system. I looked around the court, recognizing a few players on the other team from what I had heard, and noting the positions of everyone on Tōru's team.

To my joy, he was going in to serve next. I tried calling out to him, but the crowd of Seijoh supporters drowned me out. Luckily I caught Iwaizumi's eye, a grin appearing on his face when he realized that I'd made it. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, but as the team was quickly transitioning he got Tōru's attention and pointed up at me.

When his eyes met mine, I could immediately see a change in his demeanor, his eyes lighting up with a vigor unlike anyone else. He made a small heart with his hands as he walked back behind the court line, I returned the gesture, and Tōru started his serving routine.

The rest of the game flew by, it really was one of the most captivating volleyball games I'd seen. Both teams fought viciously; any bystander could feel the hunger between the two teams, but our team's skill was just higher than the other's. The match ended with Seijoh on top, 33-31, and upon their win I ran down to the entrance to the gym so I could meet Tōru.

~

I had been beyond crestfallen when I'd gotten the text from y/n saying that they had a practice match. It had been ages since they'd come to one of my games, so I was really looking forward to having him here, but I should've known that something would come up.

Iwa thinks that's why we lost the second set, because I thought y/n would have arrived by then, but ultimately didn't show. If I'm being honest, I had given up on them showing up, I knew he wouldn't abandon his team or a practice match just to watch my game.

To say I was shocked when Iwa yelled at me to look in the stands, is a major understatement. When I saw them there, waving and smiling at me from the stands, nearly falling into the court from leaning so hard against the rail, I knew my heart skipped a beat or two. He looked a bit crazy, if I had to guess it was raining and he just sped from his game to here without changing. They looked fantastic in their soccer uniform, the jersey being a bit snug helped show off some of his great features, plus his skin glistened from the rain and probably sweat that coated his skin. That is, not to mention, the look on his face as they watched me, pride and love just emanating from his eyes and smile.

I felt a new energy run through me after I saw them, and we battled the shit out of Karasuno, but they held their ground. I was almost happy for Tobio, he played...better than he used to. I wouldn't say well or great, but he was improving if ever slowly.

When the match ended and we thanked the fans, I didn't see y/n up there anymore, but I wasn't worried. I knew where they'd be.

As we wrapped things up, I half-ran to the entrance of the gym and saw my lovely partner waiting for me. They nearly tackled me in a hug, telling me how proud they were and how incredible the game was. It felt amazing to hear that, and to know that they actually had seen me play rather than had just heard me tell him about it.

I kissed him when he had paused, and I could feel him smiling beneath my lips. He laced his fingers together and rested them on my lower back, keeping me closer to them while my hands were on his face. We stayed like that for a few minutes, trading kisses and just enjoying the moment we had together that came so rarely.

Eventually, y/n pulled their face away from mine and watched my eyes for a handful of seconds before he decided to say anything.

"I told you I'd be here." They said, a slight smirk emerging on their face.

I rolled my eyes, "You said that you'd be able to watch the whole thing! You only got to see the last half of the final set!" He pulled his hands off of my back and put them up in front of him defensively.

"Hey it's not my fault! I checked my email again and I didn't see anything from anybody about a match today! I really did think I had the day off from practice matches!" I sighed as dramatically as I could, and let the topic drop.

Though suddenly remembering what he'd looked like when they'd got here I asked, "Why did you look soaked when you got here? And you're still in your uniform and your hair is..." My eyes widened a bit, and y/n laughed, coming his hands through their wet hair a few times, catching a snag or two from whatever had gotten it so wet and frazzled.

"We were still playing our match when it started just dumping rain, and the coaches canceled the rest of it. Since it was just Date Tech and they're not too far away, they didn't feel bad about canceling the match rather than trying to move it inside." I hummed, that made enough sense. "I had to call a taxi to get here though, and that poor driver was so mad at me for getting in her car soaked through, so she tossed me a towel and a disposable umbrella and I tried to dry off before I got here." They gestured to the somewhat dryer parts of their uniform, but shook their head chuckling in defeat. "I guess I didn't do a great job."

"Yeah you're gross, and in desperate need of a shower and dry clothing." Y/n only aggressively nodded, but claimed that all of their stuff was either still in his locker at the school or super dirty and in his bag.

I was trying to think of something to do when Iwa joined us, laughing at y/n's state. They joked back and forth about how gross the other looked, when Iwa tossed me my duffle bag. "You left this in the gym, I thought maybe you'd forgotten it. And dude," He said shaking his head at y/n, "You seriously gotta do something, you smell like shit."

"Thank you so much Iwa I had no idea, your input is so appreciated and valued and will be thought about heavily throughout the rest of my life." Y/n loudly and sarcastically proclaimed.

"Damn right!" Iwa sneered back, their bickering finally coming to an end. Iwa excused himself to help pack up the team's things, and it was just me and y/n again.

Looking down at the bag Iwa had thrown to me, I had an idea. "Y/n," I said, gathering his attention from his previous interaction, "I've got a spare club t-shirt and a pair of sweats in here that you can wear after you rinse off. I'll just put my jacket on and wear my uniform on the way back."

He tried to protest, insisting that I get changed since I just finished a game, but I wouldn't have it. Y/n was almost shivering and I could tell he was trying to hide it, they were barely dry from the rain, and they'd worked hard during the practice match not that long ago. When he'd conceded, I showed them where the showers were and left my bag with him, deciding to just sit outside the room and wait for him.

I pulled out my phone, and found that there were a handful of notifications from different social apps and my messages. I checked my messages first, seeing that they were nearly all from y/n, he'd texted me what they thought of a play every time it happened. I smiled, that was one of their more adorable habits. The other notifications were mentions from pictures that y/n had added to their stories or had just posted of me and the team.

I loved having y/n here to watch my games, I loved having their support and their love during these important times of my life. It meant the world to me that they supported me through all of this, even if they couldn't watch the game live. I could only hope to return the favor the next game they had.

Y/n emerged from the washroom, now looking much more put together, and also looking quite well in my clothes. They were a bit small on them in a few places, but I knew they wouldn't mind, and I certainly didn't care either.

"I saw your messages, and the stuff you posted, all very cute!" I grinned, him smiling back at me and taking my free hand, helping me stand up.

"I've gotta let the world know how proud and lucky I am to be with you." I felt my face flush, and he took the opportunity to land a quick kiss on my lips before pulling me towards the exit of the building. "Come on sunshine, we can't keep everybody waiting, they'll start making up stories."

I knew he was right, and together we went back out to meet everyone else.

[ferris-the-wheel]

I really like your guest room so far. It may be mostly empty but I like the walls/flooring so 🤷🏻‍♂️

Could I request some Floyd Leech hcs? If you feel like writing them, ofc. They can be about anything, I'd just prefer a gn! or m! reader over a f! reader. Thanks. 🖤

Awwwww, ty!! I have a whole lot of stuff from different dorms in my storage, I've been remodeling to Ignihyde so I'm getting there 😅 I'm glad you like it!

And of course I'll do more Floyd hcs! Tbh, I prefer m/gn!reader over f!reader as well. Thank you for the request!!

m!reader x Floyd Leech

Author's note: Since you didn't specify what kind of hc like romantic or like a setting or subject, I assume you don't care.

TW: A bit suggestive? Nothing super detailed or anything.

It all started when you two met. Floyd got distracted by something while giving you a drink at the Mostro Lounge and it spilled all over you. You later got revenge by doing the same (spilling something on him).

That basically was the way you two "met". You'd obviously seen each other before and knew the other existed, but you hadn't personally interacted before.

From then on, you two constantly prank each other and cause trouble.

When you started dating, everyone was kind of relieved like, "Thank god, their shenanigans will stop now. ".... Which it kind of did. You still mess with each other from time to time, but now you're kind of too busy running away from Floyd trying to hug squeeze you constantly.

He's surprisingly needy/clingy. Whenever class ends, he literally scours the halls looking for you. When he finds you, he squeezes you tightly to the point where you're like "Hey, I love you and all, but I prefer being alive and I won't be that way much longer if you keep hugging me."

If you had a nickname before, he now calls you by a new one:

"Aww~ I loooove youuu, Nishikigoi-chan~!"

"I love you too, Floyd."

*Nishikigoi: Japanese word for koi fish, which is commonly considered a symbol of beauty, love, and prosperity (not just by Japan, but by other cultures too).

He likes to tease you, mainly by getting you all flustered, so he'll do things on purpose such as coming up from behind you and hugging you, kissing you in random places such as your nose, cheeks, forehead, or neck.

He loves snuggling, so don't be surprised if he finds you wherever you are and just picks you up and carries you back to his room to cuddle. He does not care what you are doing, and there's not much use in trying to fight it.

Because of his sharp teeth, if he kisses you on your bare skin, don't be surprised to see tiny nicks wherever he kissed you (and a tiny bit of blood).

Beware when you're kissing him mouth-to-mouth. If it does get a little rowdy (like making out), he may accidentally bite your tongue. He might apologize the first few times, though it's just something you'll have to get used to if you want this to be a long-term thing.

If things escalate from making out, he's very nippy/bitey. Expect to see/feel the places where he got a bit excited since it'll be very obvious by the teeth marks. These places could include: your neck, chest, ears, collarbone, and shoulders.

Pretty much in general, he's very touchy. 99% of the time when you're hanging out, he'll be touching you in some way, whether it be linking your arm with his, holding your hand, literally draped over your back, or will otherwise maintain some form of physical contact with you.

Boo!! I hope you like it, anon! And everyone else who reads this post, of course! Man, my brain is working today??? I got this request done record time! Tysm again for the request, anon!!

I swear that my posts don't normally take forever to make, as stated, my mental health went bluh and my brain decided to stop working. But now it is in peak condition!! Feel free to send in whatever requests you may have, or just an ask like "Hey, how you doing?" Or don't, I don't mind either way, I'll still continue to post!

HAVE A NICE DAYYYY!! 🧡🧡🧡