#super excited to see what sleepy anon comes up with if they do end up making some playlists for my fics!!!

[inkykeiji]

ok but I need a playlist for touya nii so bad LMAO

i have one!!! it desperately needs to be updated but it’s right here if you’d like it!! c:

[rosicheeks]

Congrats on getting out of bed and getting to see some nature today! 👏 👏 I hope it helped some!

[pensat-i-fet]

Lesson learned (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**So one of my anons suggested the idea of holidays with Rúben and then a flirty tour guide shows up. And of course, it was too good to pass so here we have some jealous Rúben. Enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 1735

Masterlist

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"There is an exhibition I would like to go to. I can go by myself if you're not interested".

"We're on holiday together. Where you go, I go".

"That sounds a bit stalkerish, Rúben. And honestly, we can have some time alone. It'd be what? An hour? Two?"

"Too long. I already have to be away from you the rest of the year because of my travelling and yours. You're staying with me all the time during our holiday".

I laugh at Rúben's little pout. And he's right. I want to spend all my time with him too.

"Ok then", I say, sitting down and patting the space next to me so he sits there. "The website says it's free admission. But we can pay 2 euros and get a guide".

"Do we need a guide?", he asks, now sitting next to me and putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Having one won't hurt and it's just 4 euros. The ice cream we ate last night was more expensive than that".

He laughs, remembering my face when I saw the price for a simple vanilla ice cream. "Alright then, book the tickets. I guess that'd be good to move around the place quicker so we have more time for other activities".

"Done. Tomorrow at 11.30. How exciting! I love this designer".

"Anything else you need to check or can we go to lunch now?"

"Take me to lunch, Dias", I tell him, getting up from the bed and offering a hand he kisses before intertwining his fingers with mine and leading us out of the hotel room.

                                           **

The next morning I wake up super excited about the exhibition. J.W. Anderson's work for his namesake brand and for Loewe has been such a joy to follow for the last couple of years. I can't wait to see some of those pieces up close and to hear more about his design process.

"Would it be too on the nose if I wore a Loewe shirt?"

"I don't know?", Rúben is still sleepy and not ready for harder questions than do you want breakfast?

I laugh and shake my head. "I'll just wear this other blouse and shorts. I want to be comfy".

"Well, I don't know who made those shorts but I love the way they look on you".

"And I would love the way a lot of the Loewe menswear collection would look on you", I say, walking closer to where he's sitting on the bed.

"Yeah?", I nod and he starts to caress my thighs which are now exposed because these shorts are very short. "I still won't look as good as you but I guess I could try".

As it's happened every morning since our holidays started, it's a struggle to leave the room. But we have to or we'll be late.

"There it is. That entrance is for the people without tickets and…over there! That's our entrance!"

I almost drag Rúben to the door because of how excited I am about this exhibition.

"Your tickets, please?"

"Here".

"Perfect, please go over there and wait for your guide. He should be here any minute. The previous tour just ended".

"Amazing, thank you".

"Enjoy!"

Rúben and I start to read the itinerary on the walls to pass the time but only two minutes later, a young man stops near us and introduces himself.

"I'll be your guide today. Follow me, please".

"Is it just the two of us?", I ask.

"Yes, the other people who booked the tickets didn't show up".

"Their loss. Let's start".

We go to the first room where there are some of the first designs Anderson did years ago. It's so incredible to see them while Thomas, our guide, explains to us the designer's story. I already know most of it but I still nod every couple of seconds so he knows I'm listening.

"Let's move to the next room", he says, opening the door and holding it for us to walk through.

I smile at him but Rúben doesn't. He looks very serious but I guess he's just bored.

While I'm looking inside one of the vitrines and reading the description, I call Thomas so he can come closer.

"Why are you calling him? He finally left us alone for 5 seconds", says Rúben and I frown.

"I need to ask a question and he's our guide, he has to be near us. What's your problem?"

"Yes?", Thomas gets there before Rúben can say more.

"I was reading this and I have a question about this part", I say, pointing to the paragraph. "I read something different once".

Thomas moves closer to me and places his hand right next to mine, which I don't even notice because I'm busy reading. But Rúben does.

"I wish I had an answer, sorry. I just memorized the stuff for the tour. But I could ask other guides when we are done".

"Oh no, please. Don't worry. I just thought you could help but it's fine. Isn't this your main job, then?"

"No. I'm a tour guide but I do hikes with people. This is just a side gig to earn some extra money".

"Really? We love hiking!"

"We do?", asks Rúben, now both annoyed and confused.

"Well, I do and you follow me like a good boy when I want to go", I joke, making Thomas snort and try to cover it with a fake cough. And Rúben doesn't like that reaction at all.

"If you're free this weekend, you could come to that tour. I promise I'll answer all of your questions there", he winks.

"We could try and find the time…".

"We're really busy", interrupts Rúben.

"During the weekend? No, we aren't".

"Maybe I had plans I didn't tell you about yet".

"Then you can do that and I'll do the hike. I told you it was ok for us to separate for a couple of hours".

Thomas tells us to move to the next room and when we do, Rúben walks next to me and leans down to whisper.

"You're not going on a hike alone with him?"

"What's that supposed to mean? And I'm sure the tours are formed by groups of people, not just by one person".

"I don't care. You are not going".

"You don't get to tell me what I do, Rúben. I thought you would have learned that by now".

I walk faster to join Thomas and Rúben just follows us, glaring at anything our guide says.

"This dress is incredible. I would love to wear one like that one day".

"You'd look fantastic wearing it".

That compliment should have come from my boyfriend…but it came from Thomas.

"Thank you, Thomas", I say sweetly. "And about that hike…".

Even if I'm not looking at Rúben, I can imagine his face right now. I know what they say about poking a bear but I'm feeling feisty. I don't get to go on a hike if I want to go…huh! He's going to be taught a lesson.

By the time we're done, I'm surprised Rúben hasn't said a word. But I can sense his eyes on me the whole time.

"See you Saturday".

"See you then, Thomas. Thanks for the tour, it was perfect".

Rúben is still silent when we walk outside the building and I can't help but laugh.

"You're so stupid, actually".

"Me? He was flirting with you the whole time!", he says, trying not to raise his voice.

"There it is, the jealous rant".

"Would you like it if an attractive woman flirted with me in front of your face?"

"So you also thought Thomas was attractive then?"

I know that's a step too far but his face makes me laugh again.

"Yes, it's really funny".

"Rúben, attractive women flirt with you in front of my face the whole time. But you don't give them the time of day so why should I?"

"You loved Thomas' attention, don't lie".

"No, I didn't. I was just nice to the person who was doing his job and showing us the exhibition we paid to visit. It's called good manners. Or should I just smile at women from now on just so your insecurities don't ruin the day?"

"But he flirted with you", he really is running out of arguments.

"Of course he did, look how hot I am. Wouldn't you flirt with me too?"

He shakes his head and keeps walking. But I swear I saw a little smile on his face that he tried, and failed, to hide.

Once back at the hotel room, Rúben throws himself to the bed, face first.

"Sooo dramatic!"

I take my shoes off before going to the bed too and I sit on his lower back.

"What are you doing?", he asks, trying to turn his head to look at me.

"I've got two options", I say, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I could give you a massage to get rid of all this tension you got after your little tantrum. Or…I could strangle you for being so silly. You choose".

His eyes soften when he looks at me. "Can I choose the massage even if I deserve to be strangled?"

"Magic words?"

"Words? Please is just one word".

"No", I shake my head. "Not please but I'm an idiot".

"Can this idiot get a massage from his beautiful girlfriend that he doesn't deserve?"

"Of course".

I start to massage his upper back and it really feels tense. I'll need a massage myself after all this work.

"That feels really good", he mutters. "But do you know what feels better?"

"You massaging me?"

"That means I get to touch you so sure. But I meant something else", I stay quiet waiting for him to tell me. "That Thomas won't get a massage like this".

"Well, there is always the hike…".

I'm about to laugh when Rúben flips us so he can be the one on top.

"That's not funny. And I'm coming on the hike too".

"But you don't like hiking", I tease.

"I don't like when you use my jealousy against me either yet here we are", he says, now kissing my neck.

"I was just teaching you a lesson".

"Really?", he says, staring into my eyes. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson".

Yes, it's a struggle to leave the room during this holiday.

[shuniverse]

stay with me? ,,| m.iksb

🖋️ so excited to put out my first dgrp ask, requested by the lovely anon <3 hope this was ok!

💌 gn!reader ;; reader is sick and misses mukuro so they convince her to stay instead of helping junko ;; mukuro is a bit of a softie in this <3 ;; sickness of the reader not specified but mentions of throwing up ;; cursing / swearing ;; fluff + light angst(?)

🫶 ;;

mukuro grabs her things together, stuffing her weapons and such into her roughly textured bag. she really needs to leave, or she knows junko’s gonna have her ass for dinner. she doesn’t need more on her plate, everything is stressful and a lot-

til she hears your quiet voice from the hallway, and that’s when she knows she’s really in trouble. the thing is, mukuro has such a difficult time saying no to you, but when it comes to junko? things are a little different.

don’t get her wrong, mukuro adores you and loves you to no end, but junko.. it’s a super complicated situation. she could be hanged if she slips up just the slightest, have a hand grenade thrown at her for saying the wrong thing, have a knife repeatedly attempting to stab her for not doing something right. it’s always a fine line with junko, but mukuro has had to do it for years.

it’s customary.

but she feels so genuinely despaired when you walk up to her, bare feet padding against the hard wood floor.

“mu-mu..? where are you going..?”

your sleepy voice makes her frown softly. “ah, sorry darling, did I wake you? I’m just leaving to go see junko-“

“her? mu-mu, you can cancel just one night can’t you..? please?”

she sighs heavily, and reaches out to pet your cheek with her calloused hand. “love, I.. I don’t..”

“c’mon, mu-mu she’s so dangerous and I.. I hate that you still hang around her and help her. she’s not worth your time and she’s.. she’s using you. besides.. I don’t wanna be alone tonight, mu-mu. I might throw up if you’re gone again tonight. please stay mu-mu.”

your words made her almost tear up. almost. it’s hard to get her to cry anymore, but you seem to be the only one that gets her close to it. she sighs once more, setting her bag down and turning to you. “love, I don’t.. I can’t, honey, I.. she needs me and-“

“no she doesn’t! she can do everything she wants, and you’re stuck being some loyal little puppy. mu-mu, please please stop caring so much about her, let her deal with her stuff on her own. you mean too much to me to see you get hurt, much less by her.. please mu-mu, I need you tonight, stay with me. please?”

your strong pout, the small little tears pricking your waterline. she’s teetering on the edge of giving in. but she knows there could be consequences.

but she thinks, for the first time, fuck consequences. I’ve been having to do what she says like a mutt for years on end. what can’t she do that somehow I have to do for her? she almost ended the world. she did end the world. she can do things on her own.

she nods, with another strong sigh, and a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“okay,” she says, wrapping you up in her arms, “I’ll stay with you, love.”

and at that, you’re dragging her back to bed, and she’s fast to fall asleep in your arms. but not before taking a picture of the two of you, and finally gaining the confidence to tell her sister something she should’ve a long time ago.

fuck you. do it yourself

*one image attached*

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hii!! hope you enjoyed 🫶

I had fun writing this, im hoping ppl send in more Danganronpa requests, I enjoy writing them! but before you do, pls read my rules!! ty 🫰

stay safe lovelies, feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated <3

[gabessquishytum]

ok, vampire dream established, but what if vampire hob? dream is a human and the reason hobs able to have lived so long was that he’s been turned into a vampire a long time ago. and to fuel my “hob gadling pussy eating world champion” agenda, he would absolutely adore eating dream out on his period

Oh anon!!! What a concept!!! Yes absolutely all of this please.

Dream is a heavy bleeder, bless him. His periods are a total drag for him. With mild to medium cramps and a heavy flow, his life is super restricted during his time of the month.

But his new boyfriend seems oh so intrigued by Dream’s periods! He assures Dream that the mess doesn't bother him at all. He just wants to make Dream feel good, maybe help him relax. The blood isn't a problem. If anything, he's into it.

(Hob has to awkwardly "come out" as a vampire in the middle of eating Dream out because he got over excited and his fangs dropped into place. It wouldn't have been a problem if he hadn't smiled up at Dream from between his legs.)

Well, if Hob wants to get all down and dirty when the blood is oozing from Dream’s cunt, who is Dream to stop him? Hob is admittedly adorable when he's feeding. He gets all sleepy after and if he goes in for a long session with Dream’s pussy, his stomach ends up full and a little bloated. It's nice for Dream to know that his blood isn't going to waste.

And Hob does do such a wonderful job of making him cum until he's seeing stars... and then again, and again...

[izakiisdead]

Requested by : Anon !

Genre : Fluff / Slice of Life (SFW)

Masky x Gender neutral!Reader x Hoodie

I'm doing a gender neutral reader because anon didn't specify :p

Autumn Romance

it was already mid October, the leaves are orange and its starting to get colder. You sat in your room as you light up the fire place in your cozy cabin.

You went to the kitchen to make some warm 「favourite warm drink」. After you're finished, you took a sip of your warm 「favourite warm drink」 as you covered yourself in blankets. You sat on your comfortable couch. The crackling sound of fire burning the woods almost made you sleepy until you heard a knock on your door.

You lazily got up went to the door while still covering yourself up with blankets (because you're cold) and opened the door just to see your two lovely boyfriends, masky and hoodie.

The both of them gave you a HUGEEE hug, you tiredly chuckle and told them to get changed because their clothes are super dirty. The both of them pouted as you went back to the comfortable couch you were on earlier.

You waited for a few minutes as your eyes began to get droopy, as you were finally about to fall asleep, your two beloved boyfriends jump on to the couch which startled you.

You were tired for some reason today but still asked them what they did today. The both of them were excited to tell you what happened today until Masky realized how sleepy you are and tapped on Hoodie's shoulder.

'psst I think (y/n) is pretty tired, we should let them rest.'

'you're right, maybe we could cuddle them ?' Hoodie responded, his response made Masky nod.

You were getting cozy until you felt something getting into your blanket and yet again, it was your two boyfriends, Masky and hoodie. They wrapped their arms around you and kissed your cheeks, this warmed you up.

''We noticed how tired you were (y/n)! and we're here to cuddle you-''

''yeah *yawn* I myself could use a nap'' Masky cuts off Hoodie's sentence.

You smiled and kissed the both of them back.

The three of you made sure that everyone is comfortable before napping.

The three of you ended up sleeping way longer than expected.

-FIN.

Camping Trip

※ red is Masky while orange is Hoodie

「Part 1」

Your POV :

This week is one the few weeks where we all are free all day and all night. The three of us were deciding on what to do and we settled on a camping trip in a forest for 3 days and 2 nights. I was kind of hesitant at first but Masky and Hoodie assured that I'll be safe in their hands.

Masky told us to plan how we're going to spend those 3 days and 2 nights and honestly I have no idea but Hoodie seems to have something in mind.

I was thinking the usual like making s'mores, singing by the campfire, star gazing and spooky stories.

''I know !'' Said Hoodie, making me and Masky look at him.

"We should definitely do scavenger hunts !!"

Scavenger hunts seems like a good idea-

"I was thinking about fishing since the part of the forest we're going to stay at has a lake," Masky added.

I was writing their ideas and mine on a notepad as they were discussing.

" What about you honey ?''

''What do you wanna do?''

They asked at the same time.

"Well... I was thinking of star gazing but after hearing some of your guy's ideas it sounded kinda boring now that i think of it--"

"No! Thats a really good idea." They said in unison.

I froze since I didn't know how to respond.

"Now... I think we should sleep so we could prepare ourselves for tomorrow!" Hoodie exclaimed.

"You're right Hoodie, now... the both of you,lets get some rest." Masky said as he smiled.

「Part 2」

Timeskip to when you guys arrived

“Alrighty fellas we’ve arrived” Masky said as he opened the door and got out of the car to take a glimpse of where the three of us going to spend 3 days and 2 nights at.

Me and Hoodie also got out if the car to look at the view. It is very pretty ! The sound of the birds chirping, the pretty trees and the cold breeze.

''Hey! You two! Come here and help me build the tent, not sure if it would rain while we're here but wouldn't wanna sleep in the rain would ya?'' Masky said as he handed me and Hoodie the stuff.

We spent roughly 30 mins to you build the tent because Hoodie kept getting confused and to be honest same here.

After we finished, we started putting the stuff that we need in the tent such as comforters, blankets,pillows, the heater and some other stuff to complete the tent.

Then we decided to gather some woods and keep it in the storage box we brought with us so It wouldn't get soggy when it rained. We already did check today's weather but it's nature and it could be completly different from what the broadcast says.

As we put the woods in the storage box I felt tiny droplets from the sky falling down, signaling that it's definitely going to rain.

''Quickly !! In the tent we gooo!'' Hoodie exclaimed as we all enter the tent. Thank god we weren't soaked since its just tiny droplets.

Those tiny droplets quickly turned into rain. It got heavier as the the minute goes by.

The three of us were listening to the sound of the rain hitting our tent’s roof, It was starting to get cold so we covered ourselves with the blankets we brought and make some instant hot chocolate, thank god we set up the inside of the tent aswell.

It was a pretty soothing afternoon, Me,Hoodie and Masky was cuddling each other in the tent. We gave each other kisses, the kisses were gentle,fitting with the weather and the mood.

“I’m so lucky to have the two of you for myself” Masky said as he hugged me and Hoodie tighter.

I blushed at the hug and smiled at Masky, both Masky and Hoodie stared at me.

“Have anyone ever told you how cute you are when you smile ??” Hoodie said as he squished my cheeks.

“That’s correct, you need to know how important you are to us. I was so happy when I found out the three of us, especially you finally have time for each other this week.” Masky patted my head and kissed my forehead while Hoodie was still squishing my cheeks.

I was always the busiest one in the relationship since I work multiple jobs and always come back home exhausted. I was also so excited for this trip.

“We actually planned this a long time ago and..”

“We wanted to spoil you this week !” They said in unison

I felt my heart beating so fast and without hesitation I hugged them while smiling.

“Thank you…” I said as those two chuckled at your hug that caught them off guard.

I’m not really used to feelings like this despite I and the two of them has been in this relationship since like 3 years ago but I'm starting to get used to being pampered like this, I even pamper the both of them sometimes, when they're sad.

The rain stopped. We opened our tents and got out. I looked up at the sky as I felt the sun on my skin. As I was looking at the sky, being lost in thought I heard a tiny camera 'click', It was Masky's,I also saw hoodie beside Masky looking at the camera. I chuckled a little. I didn't really think much of it since I also enjoy taking their pictures.

I couldn't get enough of the scenery and started taking pictures on my camera. I got some pretty good pictures. I went back to the both of them and showed them the pictures; they also showed me the pictures they took of me and I thought to myself , why dont I take their pictures.

I pulled out my camera and they started running while laughing, I accidentally captured a blurry picture of them running but I saved it since it's kinda cute.

They stopped running, Hoodie opens his arms and pulled me closer in a playful manner while still giggling. Masky took another picture of us.

We walked back to our tent since we are getting hungry. Instead of cooking, we decided to eat instant noodles since we're tired from having fun and didnt feel like cooking right now.

Life is complicated but all I know is the three of us are going to have alot of fun.

-FIN.

This is all from me, thanks for requesting ^^ I'm so sorry for being late, I was busy and was on a writer's block. I hope you like it, I tried my best since I have ZERO idea what to do TT

-xoxo izk <3

[alisonsfics]

scare you away

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: steve rogers has always been someone you looked up to. you always ignored your romantic feelings for him because he was much older than you. when he starts ignoring you, you realize you can’t hide your feelings anymore. (requested by anon)

word count: 1.6k

warnings: significant age gap, swearing

You walked into the kitchen, still only barely awake. You were greeted by Steve, who was chopping up an apple for breakfast. “Someone’s tired” he said, smirking as he looked over at you. You just leaned into his side, too tired to hold yourself up.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You were so small in comparison to the muscular super soldier. You felt the butterflies appear in your stomach, just like they always did when Steve was around.

It was a stupid crush. He was old enough to be your dad even if you ignored the fact that he was technically over a hundred years old. You knew that he probably thought of you as just a kid.

What you didn’t know about was the huge crush Steve had on you. It made him feel horrible and creepy. You were so young and innocent, and he was an old man lusting over you. He was raised in a time where it was taboo to marry someone that was more than five years younger/older than you, but there he was: in love with a nineteen year old.

“Do you want to spar after breakfast?” He suggested, really only desperate for any excuse to see you. You slowly nodded your head. Your sleepiness was visible to the eye, from your half-open eyes to how you were practically moving in slow motion.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle and point towards the coffee machine. “I made coffee. It might wake you up” he said, amused as he watched your eyes light up.

You quickly walked over to the cabinet and reached for a coffee mug. You struggled to reach, even on your tiptoes. “Here you go, sweetheart” Steve said, easily grabbing it and handing it to you.

Once the coffee had passed your lips, you felt ready for the day. He handed you a bowl of apple slices. “Is this where you give me a lecture about how important breakfast is?” You teased, gladly accepting the bowl.

A small grin slipped onto his lips. To him, you were the human form of perfection. He loved hearing you giggle or watching you get excited. All of your silly jokes managed to put a smile on the old man’s face.

“I still hate that they made me do those dumb high school videos. They just made me seem like an old man” he said. You loved to tease him about those videos. It was a nice little inside joke that the two of you had.

You both ate together in quiet silence. Once you finished, you jumped down off your stool. “I’ll take care of your dishes” Steve volunteered, already taking them from you. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

“Thanks. I’ll go get changed and meet you in the training room?” You suggested. He nodded in agreement, giving you a peck on the top of your head. You froze, shocked by the sudden action. He quickly apologized and bashfully looked down at the ground.

You felt the heat radiating off your cheeks as you walked back to your room.

Steve had always been a mentor to you, and you both were normally pretty affectionate. It wasn’t out of the normal for you two to be cuddling and watching a movie on a Friday night. There were sometimes when things would get a bit too affectionate, whether it was a kiss on the forehead or holding hands.

He always left you with a fluttering feeling and a schoolgirl smile on your face.

You grabbed a sports bra and some leggings out of your dresser and got changed. After throwing your hair into a ponytail, you headed down to the training room. You didn’t normally opt for a sports bra, but all of your athletic tank tops were dirty. So, you threw a light jacket over your sports bra.

You saw Steve through the giant glass windows. He was already lifting some weights. You opened the door, and he looked up to meet your eyes. He greeted you with a small smile.

When he turned around to set down his weights, you took the opportunity to admire his back muscles. You set down your workout bag and unzipped your jacket, throwing it on top of your bag.

Steve turned around to face you, and you saw his eyes go wide. You noticed his eyes roll down your body. Then, he forced himself to look up at your face. “I—ummm. I’m sorry” he mumbled over his words.

His cheeks were on fire as his face became bright red. He didn’t know where to look, so he settled for the floor. He was too ashamed to look into your eyes, but couldn’t stare at your body anymore.

“Actually...I can’t—I mean, I have to go,” his words were rushed and frantic. He didn’t even pick up his bag before quickly jogging out of the door. You were left all alone.

You looked back at where he had just stood, feeling nothing but confusion. You didn’t even know what to think. He hadn’t said much of anything before running out the door.

You slung your bag over your shoulder and went back to your room. You set your stuff back on your bed and heard people talking outside your door. You peeked out the door and saw Steve talking to Tony, Nat, Wanda, and Sam, who were all sitting on the couch.

You kept your door only cracked open, so they couldn’t see you. “Oh come on. Just tell her how you feel. It’s better than running around avoiding her” Natasha told him. Steve put his head in his hands. He had no idea what to do.

“She probably knows anyway. You aren’t exactly the most subtle. You two and your little movie nights” Sam said, chuckling. You wondered if Steve liked you and that’s what they were talking about. “You knew about that?” Steve’s cheeks became an even darker shade of red.

You could hear Wanda and Natasha whispering to each other about how cute you both looked when you were cuddling. You could feel your heart racing.

Did Steve really like you?

“Come on, Cap. How do you feel about her? Do you love her?” Tony asked, aiming for a serious answer.

The room was quiet for a moment. You thought they could hear your heart pounding as it rang in your ears. You stepped into the room, so you could hear better. They all saw you, but didn’t make any gesture so Steve wouldn’t know.

“Of course I’m in love in her. I think about her all the time. How could I not? She's the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and I love being around her. I love how she giggles when she tells jokes, and how she gets flustered when anyone compliments her. But at the end of the day, I am so much older than she is. She’d probably think I’m a creepy old man if she knew how I felt. She definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so what the fuck am I supposed to do?” He asked, running his hand through his blonde hair.

You couldn’t form the words to respond.

“Steve?” your voice sounded weak and vulnerable. He spun around and met your eyes. You saw the panic wash through him. “Oh shit” he mumbled to himself.

You could only think of one thing to say. “Is all of that true?” You asked him, still having a hard time believing. He nodded, but hung his head in shame.

“We’ll give you both a minute” Wanda said, before they all exited the room. You walked closer to Steve, but he still couldn’t look you in the eye. “Look at me” you said, softly.

His big blue eyes met yours, and you could see all of his worry. “So do you think I’m creepy yet?” His voice broke. You let your fingers slip through his, interlacing your hands. His eyes darted to your hands.

“I don’t think you’re creepy. I think you’re kind of cute” you said, bashfully. He tilted his head towards the side, confused by your words.

You watched his eyes glance down at your lips. “Can you just kiss me already?” You practically begged him. He chuckled before slipping his arms around your waist. He leaned in and slowly connected your lips.

He hesitantly pressed his lips against yours. Your grinned as you noticed his nervousness. You slid your tongue against his bottom lip, encouraging him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. You both pulled away as you heard whistling. You looked over your shoulder and saw Sam watching you both.

“Come on, let’s go” Steve said, taking your hand and pulling you towards your room.

Sam wolf whistled again at the both of you. “Ignore him” Steve whispered in your ear, before closing the door behind you.

You laid down on your bed and pulled him down with you. “How about we watch a movie?” You suggested, running your fingers through his hair.

He nodded his head before adjusting himself on the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, and let you sit in between his legs with your back against his chest.

You ran your fingers up and down his legs beside you as you started the movie. He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“So why did you run out of the training room this morning?” You asked, glancing back at him. He chuckled to himself before answering you. “The sight of you in that sports bra. I felt like a creep ogling at you. I knew I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to freak you out” he told you, scratching the back of your neck.

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks. “I wish you would’ve told me that. I was having a hard time not staring you, Mr. Muscles” you teased, leaning into his touch.

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[thewangshuinn]

Hi, so are your requests open right now? If yes, can I request Aether x fem s/o fluff? It doesn't have to be female, the s/o can also be gn. Also, can the s/o be Klee's older sister who is taking Klee on a vacation at the Wangshu Inn and they encounter Aether and Paimon. Klee then sees the blushing faces of s/o and Aether becomes their personal wingman and asks Aether "Will you date my big sister?" and the s/o and Aether just becomes a blushing mess.

Sparks

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you for one of the best kinds of prompts ever for me right now I’m so bad at thinking up plots you have given me life! I only write for gn!reader so you can imagine whatever you’d like in the story. I hope this does your idea justice.

Pairing: Aether x gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of cliff diving???????

“Klee, no!” You laugh, chasing your little sister down the path. She was racing ahead, trying to get a view of the Inn. “It’s dangerous! We’re still super far from everywhere!”

Quite honestly, you were half sure that you’d gotten lost.

“Relax, (Y/N)! I’ve been here before! I know where we’re going!”

“Really? And how long ago was that?” You knew full well that Klee had no memories of such a place, if she had.

“Um…” She stopped, thinking. “Uh… I don’t remember. But I still know!”

“Which way are we going then?”

“Uh… this way! On the path!” She pointed to the path, which had a fork in it right there.

“Which path?”

“This one!” Sure enough, lights seemed to shine farther ahead. Night was approaching soon, and you’d feel a lot better if you and your sister were safely at the Inn beforehand. This was your best bet.

“Alright, lead the way.” You had been defeated. “But don’t run! What if we run out of water? We don’t have time to-”

Klee was already racing ahead, and you sighed and followed.

~

Aether sat at a table at the Wangshu Inn, watching Paimon inhale the entire menu and feeling his mora disappear with each bite.

“It’s getting late.” He started. They had come for lunch, but it had been quite some time since. He’d intended to stay the night and make his way to Liyue Harbor later the next day, but now he wasn’t so sure they’d be able to leave at all.

“Aether, you should really try this Jueyun Chili Chicken! It’s so good!”

“...Paimon, you’ve said that at least five times already.” He was tired. He was very tired. “We’re not ordering more, are we?”

“Uh-uh. Paimon’s getting really tired. Can we stay the night?”

He sighed, giving her a small smile. “Sure.”

~

You ended up at the Wangshu Inn moments after sunset, carrying Klee. She’d gotten tired of running about halfway through, and her legs felt like jelly. She was also getting sleepy. Was it later than normal?

She looked around, disappointed that nothing seemed familiar. “(Y/N)? We’re here, right?”

You nodded at her. “This is it.”

Klee heard the weariness in your voice, and she cuddled close to you. You held her hand as you walked.

And then you bumped into someone very pretty, on their way out.

And they caught you.

~

Aether’s first thought was to check if you were alright, but his second was to figure out how to make excuses to stay here as long as you were staying so he could get to know you.

“I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?”

He helped you to your feet, and Klee watched him. You were all smiles and reassurances, but Klee wasn’t. She was very, very excited. “Aether? Are you going on vacation too?”

“You know him?”

“He’s the Honorary Knight!”

He nodded modestly, and watched your face change in recognition. “Thank you so much! It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” He tried to ignore the way his heart stuttered at your smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m (Y/N), Klee’s older sibling.”

“Oh! She talks a lot about you.”

“Only good things, I hope!” You giggle, and he nods.

“You’re here for vacation, right? How long are you staying?” He could feel Paimon’s eyes on him.

Klee brightened. “Yeah! (Y/N) and I are staying for a whole week! We’re gonna do all the cool Liyue things!”

“I wanted to come during the Moonchase festival, but everything kind of got in the way.” You explained. “This was the earliest we could’ve come.”

“Oh. That makes sense. The Lantern Rite is only a month or two away, though!”

“Oh…” Clearly, you hadn’t known about it. “Maybe next year, then!”

“Maybe.” An idea came to him, one that he knew Paimon would have mixed feelings about. “Paimon and I come here a lot. We’re constantly going between Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma. Maybe we can show you around, if you want!”

You didn’t get a chance to respond over Klee’s cheers, and so settled for a nod.

“Do you want to meet for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Oh, can we, (Y/N)?” Klee asked, hugging you.

You laughed. “Sure. We’d love to.”

~

“What was that about, mister?” Paimon asked once they got to their room.

“What was what?”

“That deal!” That, and Paimon had seen the way Aether looked at you. She could not wait to absolutely destroy him over it. She’d been oddly silent the entire conversation, watching him flounder. “And you were blushing. Paimon saw you blush.”

“I wasn’t blushing!”

“Yes you were.”

“No I wasn’t! And I just wanted to be helpful! Klee is a friend of mine!”

“Suuuuuree. Paimon knows it’s more than that.” But she dropped the subject. It was getting late, and she curled up under one of the blankets as Aether went to the window. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could’ve sworn the tips of his ears were pink.

~

The next week went astoundingly well. Every morning, you and Klee would meet with Aether and Paimon for breakfast, and then they’d take you out on some activity. You seemed to crave Aether’s presence, which scared you. The two of you grew closer each day, and that seemed to give you butterflies even more than the prospect of taking Klee to go cliff diving. You did not take her cliff diving, by the way.

The last day had arrived, and it was time for goodbyes. Klee seemed to be whispering something to Paimon, which you knew better than to trust.

Still, you stood with Aether awkwardly. You weren’t sure if you were to give him a hug or something, and you felt heat rising in your face as you tried and failed to think of anything to say that would sound too wrong or too right.

~

Klee exchanged a glance with Paimon. They really had gone downhill. She looked up at you with a face that she thought said “if you don’t do it, I will” but really looked like she was waiting for you.

You looked like you wanted to say something, but you weren’t.

So she did.

“Aether? Will you date my sibling?”

Both you and Aether turned to her in shock.

But Aether, who was always thinking something, she was sure, answered her as soon as he could.

“Of- of course! If they’re willing, that is…” his blush deepened, and he was staring at you, not Klee.

It was all you could do to nod shyly, and the relief on his face was enough to propel you into his arms.

You hugged him close, certain nothing bad could come of this.

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My Muse, My Valentine [Christen Press x Reader]

requested by anon: Not sure if you’re accepting any request but can you write a cp x photographer gf where her gf surprised her at man u, like her gf secretly transfer there to be with cp. Thanks

A/N: please ignore some of the inconsistencies this story has with reality :) but anyways... hope you enjoy and have a happy Valentine’s Day (tomorrow) and remember it’s a day about LOVE, whether that be romantic, platonic, familial, or self ❤️

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whine, as you watch your girlfriend pack her suitcase.

“I know, babe. I’m gonna miss you too, so much.” Christen leans down to quickly peck your lips, before continuing to fold her clothes.

You and Christen had been dating for almost three years now, having met after you’d photographed one of the USWNT’s matches. You instantly felt an attraction to the curly-haired forward, your camera always drifting towards her wherever she was on the pitch.

After you’d posted a couple of your photos on your Instagram, which Christen made a point to like and repost, you gathered up the courage to approach her after a game, and thus began your relationship.

With yours and Christen’s busy schedules, it was sometimes hard to find time for each other, but you made it work, sharing an apartment in Portland during the offseason and flying out for matches when you could. But being a sports photographer did have its benefits, as your work often led you to spending more time with your girlfriend and admiring her speed down the field and score goals.

But now, with the pandemic, as the NWSL was struggling to field games,  you found yourself with little work. Christen herself was not quite satisfied with the league’s plan for the season, so when Tobin proposed the idea of going to the WSL, she desperately wanted to, yearning to get back on the pitch.

At first, when Christen approached you with the subject, you immediately opposed, not wanting to be so far from your girlfriend for such a long amount of time. Additionally, with COVID, it would be nearly, if not completely, impossible for you to visit. But after a blowout fight and discussing it further, you realized that this is what would be best for Christen and her career.

“Do you have to go?” You pout, sitting up and moving to the end of the bed.

“You know I do, (Y/N/N).” Christen playfully rolls her eyes.

“Humph.”

“Babe, come on, don’t make me feel worse about leaving you.”

“Then don’t,” you quip, grabbing your girlfriend by the waist, pulling her down on the bed with you.

“Babe!” Christen squeals, as you blow raspberries into her skin.

You lift your head from the crook of her neck, your eyes locking with hers. “I know that you have to go,” you admit seriously. “Doesn’t mean I like it, but I know that this is what’s best for your career.”

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she says earnestly, giving you a small smile. “We’ll text and FaceTime everyday.”

“I’m holding you to that.” You cup her face and bring her in for a kiss, savoring the feeling of her soft lips on yours. “I also know that you’re gonna kill it over there in Manchester. The WSL isn’t gonna know what hit them.”

Christen ducks her bashfully, a small blush arising on her cheeks. “You know I love you, right?”

“Of course, Chris. I love you, too.”

“Good.” She gives you a quick peck, as she gets up from the bed. “Now, either quit bothering me or help me. My flight is early tomorrow morning, and I haven’t even finished packing.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

—————

It had been a little over five months since you’d dropped Christen off at the airport and she left for Manchester. Despite the constant texting and the nightly FaceTime calls, you couldn’t help but ache for your girlfriend. Without her, the apartment was lonelier and the bed felt bigger.

It had helped that your work had started back up, first with some freelance work and then with the NWSL fall series starting, which gave you something to do and kept you fairly busy.

Currently, you were sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping on a cup of coffee, as you edited some photos for the Thorns. Just as you were saving your work and closing Lightroom, about to shut your computer, a ping alerts a new email in your inbox.

Switching tabs, you notice the message is from an unfamiliar address, so you presume it’s a new client. You click and open it, your eyes widening, as you scan the email:

Ms. (Y/L/N),

I noticed your professional portfolio through many referrals, particularly your work form the World Cup. I am writing on behalf of the BBC News Media Centre, and we’re looking for an excellent sports photographer to join the team, specifically to cover the FA Women’s Super League and the Premier League.

Your experience is outstanding, adn your work speaks for itself. I think you’d be a great fit for this role, and I’d love to tell you more about it and hear more from you.

Would you like to set up a phone or Zoom call soon? If so, let me know when you’re available.

Best,

Charles Smith

Director of Media Relations at BBC Sport

You quickly reread the email, and then reread it again, just to make sure you’re not dreaming. This was too good to be true. But you shake yourself out of your stupor and quickly type out a response to set up a phone call as soon as possible.

After hitting send, you shut your computer with excitement and throw your hands up in the air.

“Yes!” You exclaim into the empty apartment, as you throw your fist in the air and jump off the barstool.

Knowing you needed to distract yourself, otherwise you’d just be staring at your computer, eagerly awaiting the response, you decided to go on a run.

Jogging through the city, you think of your girlfriend and your potential reunion if this job offer worked out. You decided that if you did in fact take this position, you’d surprise Christen at one of her matches, hopefully one that you’d be able to photograph.

As soon as you arrive back in your apartment, you make a beeline for your laptop. You anxiously open your inbox and beam when you see Charles had replied to set up a Zoom call at 9:30 tomorrow morning. You excitedly type out pleasantries, telling him you’re looking forward to it.

For the rest of the afternoon, you were in an increasingly good mood. So later that evening, when Christen called you for your routine FaceTime, she could tell something was up.

“Why do you keep smiling like that?”

“Can I not be happy to talk to my girlfriend?” You tease, a huge grin plastered onto your face.

“You can,” Christen trails off, not quite believing you. “But you have the weird giddy look you get when something’s up?”

“Nothing’s up. Just had a good day,” you shrug nonchalantly.

“Okay,” the forward accepts, still eyeing you suspiciously. “Anyways, you know She Believes is in a couple weeks, are you working the tournament?”

“Yup,” you nod and make a mental note to mention that to Charles tomorrow.

The two of you continue updating each other, chatting about topics ranging from what you had for breakfast that day to re-inc’s upcoming drop.

“Alright,” Christen yawns. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

You check your phone and see it’s 5:37 pm, meaning it’s almost midnight in Manchester.

“Okay,” your eyes softening at the sight of your sleepy girlfriend. “Good night, Chris. I love you.”

“Love you, too, babe. G’night.”

After ending the call and shutting your laptop, you head into the kitchen to make some dinner for yourself, getting on with your evening.

—————

The next morning, you anxiously await for Charles to begin the Zoom call, nervously bouncing your knee and biting your lip.

“Hi, (Y/N),” Charles greets, his face appearing on your screen.

“Good morning. Or rather good afternoon?” You correct with a light chuckle, to which he reciprocates.

“Well, as you know from my email, we are looking for a photographer to join our team, and from many referrals, you seem to be a very good candidate,

“So, I was thinking maybe we could look at your portfolio really quickly and then hash out the logistics to see if this is something that could work out.”

“Sounds good,” you agree, as you pull up some of your best pictures and share your screen.

The two of you look through your photos, many from the 2019 World Cup, some of the Olympics, and a few from random NWSL games.

“Well, (Y/N), your work is quite impressive. If you’re ready, and you’re seriously interested in this position, we can talk specifics, scheduling, all that good stuff,” Charles offers.

“I’m definitely interested, but can I just preface by saying that my girlfriend is a major part of this decision, so depending on what she wants to do at the end of the season will impact my contract.”

“Oh?” He raises his eyebrows, clearly not expecting your candor. “Your girlfriend plays in the WSL?”

“Yeah, well, technically only for this season. Her contract is up in May,” you explain.  

“(Y/N), to be completely frank, we’re looking to hire because a couple of our photographers had some personal issues due to COVID and had to leave mid-season,” Charles reveals. “So if it turns out that your girlfriend wants to go back to the NWSL, then we can work that out. And if she wants to stay, and you end up liking it here and you fit in well, we can also work that out. We’re pretty flexible.”

You sigh in relief, giving him a small smile. “Wow, thank you so much. So what would my contract look like?”

“Well, we can sign you to three month contract with the option for extension,” he offers, as you nod along enthusiastically.

“That sounds great,” you exclaim, beaming. “And just to let you know, I’ve already signed on to work the She Believes tournament from the 18th to the 21st.”

“That actually aligns with the WSL’s international break, and there are a couple Premier League matches that weekend, but I think we can manage, so that shouldn’t be an issue.”

“You guys are too kind and so flexible. I really appreciate it so much,” you say earnestly.

“It’s really just us being desperate for a good photographer,” Charles jokes.

“Either way, I’m grateful for this opportunity.”

“We’re excited for you to join our team,” he reciprocates. “So, in terms of when you’ll begin, I honestly would like you to come over as soon as possible so that you can get settled and get acclimated.”

“I am honestly ready to start whenever you’ll have me.”

“How about next week? The Manchester Derby is on Friday, and honestly, given your portfolio, I’d love you to photograph that match,” the British man admits.

“That’s perfect!” You were in complete awe of how perfectly everything was working out. Photographing a Man United match as your first job meant you could surprise Christen, maybe as an early Valentine’s gift.

“Great,” Charles smiles.

The two of you discuss and finalize your contract and the logistics of you starting the job. Once everything’s settled and you each have the information you need, you wrap up the call.

“Well, thank you so much, Charles, for this offer, and I can’t wait to see you next Tuesday.”

“I can’t wait to work with you and meet you. See you next week. Cheers.”

After ending the Zoom call, you begin to make a COVID test appointment, book your flight, and arrange your hotel room for the few days that Christen doesn’t know you’re there, preparing yourself for moving across the world.

—————

After landing in London, getting settled into your hotel, and meeting with the BBC team and the other photographers, you were now on your way to the Manchester Derby.

In the back of the black cab, you pull out your phone to text a good luck text to Christen.

It was difficult to keep your surprise a secret, especially when you were actually in England, because it was much more difficult to FaceTime without her noticing your change in setting. You had to make up the excuse that you were swarmed with editing and preparing for the upcoming Thorns trainings.

As you pull up to the Academy Stadium, you hear your phone ding.

Chris ❤️

Thanks babe. Miss and love you 😘

You quickly type out a response, before heading into the building.

(Y/N/N) 💗

Love you too. I miss u too but go kick butt.

The match was exhilarating. Not only were you a sports photographer, but you were also a huge fan of the game, enjoying a good game when you see one.

You watched in awe, the level and style of play significantly different from than NWSL. While snapping hundreds of photos of both teams, your camera would always somehow land back on your girlfriend.

Your heart ached for the curly-haired forward, as you missed her dearly. Until you saw her back on the pitch, you hadn’t really realized that you missed watching her play the game that she’d mastered, her movements around the pitch and on the ball effortless and elegant.

As the ref blew the whistle, signaling the end of the half, you scroll through some of the photos you’d taken, deleting some of the blurry and unfocussed ones.

A smile immediately forms on your face when you see a picture of Christen during warmups with a huge grin on her face. You spend all of halftime editing said photo and putting together an Instagram post for your girlfriend.

About fifteen minutes later, the teams take the pitch and you go back to doing your job. Throughout the second half, you could tell that Christen was getting increasingly frustrated, her team getting down 3-0 with only about five minutes left.

You watch as the players high five and hug each other, and you want nothing more than to run onto the field to be with your girlfriend, but you had a plan to stick to.

As the team goes back into the locker room, you pull out your phone to post a photo on Instagram and then you shoot a quick text to Tobin:

(Y/N)🤓:

toby go check out my ig post :))

Back in the Man United locker room, after Casey went through her post match speech, Tobin checks her phone and sees a text from you. The injured forward playfully rolls her eyes at your message but follows your directions.

Upon opening the social media app, Tobin raises her eyebrows, her eyes widening. She glances across the room to see if her best friend had seen your post, but Christen was minding her own business, changing into sweats after her shower.

“Chris!” The older forward calls over to the other woman. “Have you seen your girlfriend’s Instagram post?”

Christen furrows her brows in confusion. “What? No, what is it?”

Tobin waves her friend over and shows her the post:

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yourusername: My muse, my valentine.

“As I sat and looked at her

and the rolling hills she sat upon

I thought,

what amazing luck I have

that the world had created

such beautiful things

and given me the eyes to see them.”

- atticus

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mrapinoe: Stunning pictures, (Y/N). Love you guys 💖

alikrieger: These photos are 🔥🔥🔥🔥

alexmorgan13: love this 😍😍

cdunn19: Beautiful!

glennondoyle: Love love love love this!!

ashlynharris24: Holy shit! Are you in Manchester????

↳lavellerose: Was this today??

↳sammymewyy: Oh my gosh it was!

↳kellyohara: Valentine’s Day surprise for Pressy?? 👀

Christen zooms in on the photo in the center, her eyes widening when she realizes that it is from today’s match.

“How did she get that picture?”

Tobin mentally slaps her forehead at her friend’s denseness. “Knowing (Y/N), she probably took it.”

“But that’s impossible. She’s in the States,” Christen states and shakes her head, dumbfounded.

“Actually,” you speak up, stepping into the locker room, deciding to make your presence known. “I’m right here.”

“(Y/N)?” Your girlfriend looks up at you, her mind in a state of shock.

“Hey, love,” you greet shyly.

Once her mind caught up with reality, Christen runs and jumps into your body, kissing you passionately but briefly and wrapping you into a bone crushing hug.

“I can’t believe your here,” she whispers into your neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, babe, so much.”

Unwrapping herself from the hug, Christen stares at you in awe. “What… how are you here?”

“We can talk about that later,” you give her another quick kiss. “But right now, I just wanna spend time with you. Maybe we can grab some dinner? You can show me around Manchester, considering I’m gonna be spending a lot of time here.”

Your girlfriend looks at you puzzled, but you just give her a wink with a small smirk on your face.

“Well, c’mon lets get out of here.”

—————

Back at Christen’s apartment, the two of you sit down for a nice and casual, but romantic, dinner you’d prepared along with a bottle of red wine.

After catching up, the forward finally decides to address the elephant in the room. “So how are you here? What’s going on, (Y/N/N)? You said earlier that you’d be spending a lot of time in Manchester, what does that mean? I’m so confused. Not that I’m grateful that you’re here right now and that I get to see you, but I thought you were working She Believes, and—“

“Chris,” you cut off your girlfriend’s endearing rambling. “Babe, you’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” she blushes, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“I got a job with BBC Sport till the end of the season,” you answer her parade of questions.

“Does that mean what I think it does?”

You nod, while taking a sip of your water. “It means I’m yours if you’ll have me.”

Not having the adequate words to express her joy and excitement, Christen gets up from her chair, walks over to sit in your lap, and connects you lips for a searing kiss.

“I can’t believe you,” she breathes, rubbing her nose against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you quickly peck her lips while rubbing circles on her hip. “But as much as I love you and all this romance, we gotta get going soon.”

Your girlfriend tilts her head in confusion.

“Do the words ‘She Believes’ ring a bell?” You tease. “If I remember correctly, our flight leaves in a couple hours.”

“You’re coming with me?” Christen asks, her brain trying to wrap around the fact that her girlfriend, who she hadn’t seen in almost five months, would now be living with her in England and flying back to the States with her for the next week.

“Of course, Chris,” you give her a cheeky smile, along with a kiss to her nose, as you quote a book Becky had convinced the whole team to read. “You should know by now that I’d follow you anywhere. You’re the only good thing left in this world.”

[goji-pilled]

I’m about to hit you with a few of my thoughts that I’ve been harboring for a bit. I hope you’re ready to answer questions and share your own thoughts.

First off, I want to hit you with a question. If Mami and Sayaka were to fight for some unknown reason, who would exactly win? Mami with her insane tactics and power, or Sayaka with her great abilities and stupid healing factor.

Secondly, this is a random thought I had. We saw that Homura pulled Madoka out of God Madoka in Rebellion, essentially splitting her into two halves I believe. So I was wondering, if that occurrence were to happen to say I dunno, Oktavia for example, do you think that would split Sayaka from Oktavia, since ya know, Oktavia is a product from Sayaka’s negative feelings. Or do you think it would instead split them into like a good Oktavia and a bad Oktavia?

Lastly, this is nothing too thought provoking. I’m just here to say that I still love the tiny pocket Gretchen doodle you made one time. She’s still my favorite witch lmao

Now I just wanna hit you with some of the ideas I have for the writing I’m doing. It’ll be nothing like spoilers and the like, just a few things I have planned.

Firstly, I wanna say that a story with just one character wouldn’t be super entertaining. So I’ve already come up with a secondary main character besides Mizuki, essentially another OC. I’ll tell you her name and color theme but I’ll save everything else for the writing. Her name is Iku Shiomi, and her theme color shall be orange.

Secondly, involving the new character Iku, I plan to give her and Mizuki a Kyoko/Sayaka-esque relationship. It’s not gonna be exactly like it of course, I just want it to similarities to it at best. So yeah, these bitches gonna be gay!!!! (Of course it’s not gonna be explicitly put out there though, just know they’ll love each other very much by the end)

Thirdly, after I complete the main story for my writing I totally wanna write a second part to it. One that covers Mizuki post witching out, since I thought of a neat way to continue it. I don’t know what exactly it’ll cover, but I’ll figure that out when I get to it.

Finally, I wanna write (funny) short little side stories involving Mizuki and Iku that aren’t gonna be connected to the actual story at all. One of the things I have planned for it is that they’re both messing around one day, and then Iku gets the funny idea to toss Mizuki’s soul gem, which gives a pretty obvious result. Iku then has to carry a “sleepy” Mizuki on her back whilst going on a journey to find Mizuki’s soul gem again. The second part to the main story will also have short little side stories. It’ll probably involve Amalthea having funny adventures with her familiars/minions. (man I seriously need to hurry up with the actual writing instead of just brainstorming ideas 24/7)

Ok and that’s about it for all my thoughts. Hope you enjoyed everything that goes on in my brain lmao

1)Easy question, Mami. In fact Mami>>>>the entire Quintet (minus the godly powers thing yknow). Sayaka's healing is strong but she can only do so much before her soul gem can't take anymore + Mami's a veteran who beats Homura, the one who literally stops time.

2)I genuinely don't know what the consequences of that could be. Because from my understanding based on the bits anons told me from Magireco it's sort of that Madoka is the Law of Cycles, but the Law of Cycles isn't necessarily Madoka.

Kinda like how all jacuzzis are whirlpools, but not all whirlpools are jacuzzis.

In the end I'd guess that whatever happens if you were to split Sayaka and Oktavia in the same way Madoka was split would be a disaster. Because the whole thing of being at peace and accepting everything that Oktavia is is vital to Rebellion Sayaka so... oof. Can't be good.

3)I AM!!! SO HAPPY!!!! YOU ARE HAVING ALL THOSE THOUGHTS!!!!!

Very excited to see what you'll show us humble little fellas on this hellsite yjlsdhskdh

[dovakhiindrabbles]

Brain wont stop going feral over this but mc breaking down in front of farkas because shes tired of all this dragonborn and war shit and just wants some form of normalcy

Anon did you read my mind -- are we on the same wavelength right now cause I LOVE that type of thing. Characters who have almost a breakdown over the hero role they’ve been put into and want to stop but are so scared of stopping OOOOO yes I’m writing this

Anyhow, I am absolutely super excited and happy to write this and hope you have an amazing day !!  

Trigger warning for angst and allusions to depression

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The dragon unhinged its jaws, you can even see the flames barreling out of the beast’s throat. The heat brushed against your skin and despite the faintest call in your head to move, your feet don’t lift from the ground.  

How many times would this scenario repeat? How many times would you stand off against another monster of the old times? Each time they rear their horrible heads and each time they come crashing to the earth.  

Or perhaps your enemy would be another person. Another war to be waged for supposedly a noble reason just to truly sate some internalized idea. How would humanity prove themselves not too different from the monsters yet again?  

What a cycle you’d fallen into. A god among men -- worshipped and lauded and yet never truly able to experience what made humanity so... human.  

You couldn’t remember the last time you sat in front of a fire, warming your palms. Or when you woke early one morning and didn’t have to scramble to your feet, just laying there and soaking in the world around you. When was the last time someone looked at you and didn’t see the Dragonborn?

When was the last time you got to be human?

“I’m tired.” You whispered, too quiet for anyone but yourself to hear. Your grip loosened from your weapon, and for just a moment you welcomed the flames unfurling. Perhaps the closest you could ever get to humanity was just pretending this was a simple fire you sat before on a cold, cold night.  

But someone pushed you away just before those flames could touch you. Your back slammed into the snow and the air was snatched from your lungs. Through blurred vision, you could see him, Farkas. His eyes were wide and confused, almost horrified.  

“What was that? Why didn’t you move?” He was yelling, but you could hear the fear and worry so deeply entrenched in his voice.  

You tried to bring yourself back to reality, but all you could muster was a feigned attempt. “I’m sorry... I don’t know what came over me.”  

Farkas wanted to believe you, but the glaze in your eyes told so clearly otherwise. He furrowed his brow and placed your weapon once again in your palm, his fingers lingering over your own for just a second longer than needed. He didn’t say anything else, just rose to his feet and helped you up to face the Dragon that still prowled after you like prey. It was scared though, you knew that.

It wasn’t a difficult fight, each and every possibility had become ingrained in your head -- each move the dragon could make existed like pinpoints upon a map for you. You knew just how to make it to the end and just how to perfectly execute it. 

When the monster fell, you simply watched. The hollowness in your chest became that much more apparent when you absorbed the soul and felt only a further emptiness.  

“Hey, we need to talk about what happened back there.” Farkas came up from behind you and grabbed your shoulder. And yet when he twisted you around he paused, stunned.  

You hadn’t even realized you were crying. You hadn’t made a sound and you’d barely noticed when your sight muddled.  

“What... what’s going on?” Farkas tensed, his hand sliding down to instead reach for your hand. His grip was light, almost as if he thought you might break at the slightest pressure.  

You hesitated, but it inevitably spilled out. “How much longer... how much longer do we have to do this? How much longer do I have to be the Dragonborn?”  

“Do you not want this?” Farkas frowned, confused. “I thought you like this -- liked the fighting and the glory.”  

“This isn’t the Companions! I don’t get to stop! I don’t get to just not take the next job these are monsters! They will destroy everything if I don’t stop them!” You yelled, a sudden gnawing at your insides. Maybe it was guilt. Farkas didn’t deserve to be yelled at, but you didn't stop. “There is no glory in this! This is desperate, and I am desperate-”  

You stopped. “Oh gods, I’m awful aren’t I?”  

Farkas confusion only deepened. “No, you-”  

“But I am! I am! I am the only person who can stop these dragons -- these things and I -- I don’t even want to.” You looked at Farkas like you’d stumbled upon the most horrible thing.  

You would’ve writhed and rejected any amount of pity at any other point in time but the pity painting Farkas’s face at that moment caused you to shrink, to crumble only further beneath the weight of your truth.  

“All I want to do is just live like a normal person. For once. That shouldn’t be such a big request so why do I feel so awful asking for it?” You tore at your hair in frustration. “Why do I feel so awful for just wanting to be happy?”  

You could remember one dream you’d had where it was a wonderfully mundane day. You and Farkas had a home where the sun would pour in through the windows and wake you both up with weary, sleepy yawns. You could stay beneath the blankets for hours, there was nothing forcing you out. You chattered between one another pulled yourself out of bed to trudge drowsily together for breakfast. You didn’t do anything you didn’t want to do, by the end of the day you were sitting before the fire and falling asleep in his arms. 

And then you woke up in that cold, damp camp. The sadness that overcame you then was tangible, palpable. 

How could you move on from that? How could think of anything but the future that would forever be out of your grasp?

Farkas took a few steps forward, reaching out with wary hands that weren’t quite making contact, hovering over your arms. “If you aren’t happy like this, tell me how I can fix it -- make it better.” 

You scrunched up your nose in frustration. “You can’t!” 

Farkas finally set his palms against your arms, steadying you despite all the hurt rattling inside of you. 

“I can try.” 

Your chin quivered and then the crying became real. You felt it that time. You crashed against Farkas and sobbed into his chest. Usually, he wasn’t the best with comforting -- he did his best but wasn’t good with words. This time, he didn't need any. He just embraced you, holding on tight as the two of you slowly dropped to the snow-littered ground. 

“I’m sorry -- I shouldn’t be doing this.” 

Farkas shook his head. “No, I’m glad you told me. We can do something about it.” 

He eased you back so he could wipe the tears still dribbling down your cheeks. His hands were rough and calloused but his touch then was so gentle. He offered a small smile. “We’ll take it slow. We can try something new, something normal, every day.” 

“But... the dragons. We can’t... we can’t just stop.” 

“If they show up, we know, and we stop them. But you don’t have to spend your life fixing the world’s problems. You shouldn’t have to.” 

“But there’s so much. There’s so much I need to do-” 

“You don’t have to do it now. No one can do everything in a day. But you can rest.” 

A part of you still had that rejection tugging at your heart. You had to keep moving, you had to keep fighting and protecting. You were nothing if you weren’t the Dragonborn, weren’t you? What could you be otherwise? 

“Whatever... I want.” The realization came to you. “We can be -- we can do -- whatever we want...!” 

Farkas gave a low chuckle. “We can try.” 

Both of you quietly laughed for a moment before Farkas asked a question, the world feeling just a bit softer. 

“What’s the first thing you want to do?” 

You snorted. “I want to find a fire, and sleep.” 

That brought Farkas a crooked grin, helping you up and winding an arm around your waist as you began your trek from the battlefield. 

“We can do that.” 

[jinkicake]

Look At You, Now Look At Me

Kenma, Oikawa, Tendou with a dancer s/o, who likes kpop style dancing, that dances just for them.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

This request was so cute Anon, I liked writing it. My friend also really likes hip-hop and learns kpop choreo,,, it’s so cool!!! Oh,, did you hear blackpink’s new song? How You Like That hits! I’m so excited for their new album~

WC- 1,440

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Kozume Kenma

Bold of us to assume that Kenma will give us the time of day,,, you’d have to fight his psp for his attention

He’d probably not even notice the first time you finish your routine... you’re standing there like… ‘so kenma what do you think’

And without looking up from his device he’s like ‘it was really good, (Y/N), go show Kuroo’

Kenma wouldn’t be able to handle the attention of you dancing solely for him,,, I think he would get really red and nervous 

He’s thinking ‘why would you dance only for him?’ 

He wants to watch you dance and follow all of your movements but I think he’d get shy if you meet his eyes, so the entire song he is darting between your body and the floor in front of him 

Kenma would want to praise you and be super heartfelt, but he doesn’t know how to because everything he says comes off as so monotoned

So he would instead try to hold your hand and send you a warm smile while giving you his compliment 

‘That was really cool, (Y/N),’ I feel like Kenma would want to see it again but wouldn’t have the nerve to ask

So if you’re just dancing again and practicing, he is watching you the entire time from behind his phone

“You want to go to school during the weekend?” Kenma asks, a deep sigh rumbles from his chest. “Why?” 

“Because the dance room is open, I want to show you something I’ve been working on!” You tell him eagerly and Kenma grimaces but still follows you down the street as you walk towards the school.

“Just show Kuroo, he would enjoy that type of thing.” Kenma pesters and you roll your eyes at him, slowing down to flick his forehead.

“Yeah, but Kuroo isn’t my boyfriend? Is he?” You ask with your hands on your hips as you stare up the pudding head.

“No.” Kenma sighs once more and shakes his head, letting you grab his hand into yours.

The entire routine, as the music echos loudly throughout the empty room, Kenma darts his eyes from your body to the floor. He never once really looks at you and instead looks at you through the mirror. 

“Okay. How was it?” You ask him eagerly with wide eyes, placing your hands on his knees as you stare him down. Kenma only sinks further into his jacket, his eyes staring at the wooden floor beneath him. 

“It was cool, I really liked it.” He confesses with a slight smile before looking back up at you and his eyes widen at your happy expression.

“Ah, Kenma you were actually watching?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders and bring him into a hug, Kenma tenses before slightly relaxing in your hold. Unbeknownst to you, he is always is paying attention to you. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Oikawa Tooru 

Before we start I just want to say that Oikawa def listens to kpop, I know damn well he has learned some of the choreography to songs

You can’t tell me he isn’t the biggest stan of exo-cbx,,,, like he throws it BACK to blooming day

Literally, he would blare that song over and over again for hours during practice and by the end of it you have Hanamaki sitting there like ‘can I be your boyfriend, can I’

Oikawa is the praise king, he would love watching you dance for him

He’d be so proud and he’d sit there with the biggest smile on his face, he’s so into it

Then he would beg you to teach him the dance, he would be like ‘please, please teach me!!’

I feel like Oikawa is the type of person who could learn the dance in like 30 minutes, this bitch would be a natural

He would think it is so sweet that you’re doing this to make him feel better, he is like omg my own dancer!! My own cheerleader!!!

Oikawa loves the support, we all know he needs it my sweet boy, and would be very thankful for it

He’d so show Iwaizumi the dance he learned and Iwa-chan would sit there like ‘yes Tooru, go! give us nothing!!’

“And then you move your foot here, rock your hips like this,” You pause and glance at Oikawa in the mirror. Your boyfriend is very skillfully, and confidently, copying every single one of your moves like he has been practicing for days. “and then you’re done!” 

Oikawa finishes with his pose, arrogantly staring at you in the mirror and you try to hide the smile on your face. 

“Let’s see you do it!” Oikawa nods, taking the challenge and you glance at your phone. “Do you want me to do it with you or can I sit this one out?” Oikawa simply flips his hair out of his face.

“Sit this one out, let me put on a show for you,” He winks and you shake your head, hiding your flustered expression, as you sit down against the wall of mirrors. You press play on the song and watch closely with a shocked expression as Oikawa hits every move. He even nails the facials and you can’t help but gasp as all of his attention is on you. 

“Is this what it feels like when I dance for you?” You ask as soon as the song finishes, your hand covering your racing heart. “That was so good, Tooru! You’re amazing!!” The compliments fly out of your mouth as you gush over the tall captain.

“Mmm, I know.” He rolls his shoulders back and then crouches down to sit in front of you, his lips kissing your forehead. “You’re the most amazing, though. I love my cutie dancer!”

Tendou Satori 

I feel like since I had to say what kpop song Oikawa would listen to,,, I have to do the same for Tendou….. 

Honestly, I want to say like blood sweat and tears by bts but I also feel like he would be a yes or yes by twice type of guy

Tendou just comes off as someone who loves girl groups, like he would love their cute choreography and outfits but he would also love girl crush concepts

If he plays any of the music at practice Ushiwaka is there like,,,, ‘what is this’ Ushijima would not vibe with kpop HAHAH

It would be hard to show Tendou your dance because he would want to dance with you

You’d have to physically hold him down and tell him to stay still and watch you

Tendou would cheer for you the entire time, clapping really loudly and throwing compliments everywhere

He would become the cutest, blushy mess, he can’t believe you did this for him!!! 

It would seriously make him so happy, he would tackle you in a hug after you finish

Tendou would make you repeat the dance over and over again so he can watch you,,, he would have the sweetest love-struck expression on his face the entire time </333

“Ah, (Y/N), go off!” Tendou cheers, his red irises following your every move. His hands clap together excitedly whenever you do something he likes. He looks so amazed by it all. “That’s my baby!” Tendou cups his hands and yells and you can’t help but smile as you continue your routine. “Wow, so much talent in such a short body!” 

Your eye twitches at that one. 

“I have the best angel, ever!” As soon as the music fades and the song ends, Tendou immediately reaches over and presses the play button on your phone once again. “Do it again!!!”

“Satori, I’ve been dancing for like fifteen minutes straight.” You sigh and plop down on the floor next to him, resting your head in his lap. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Tendou gently taps the tip of your nose with his finger and smiles down at you. You hide your face in your hands. “No, no, let me see you!!!” Tendou scolds and wraps his hands around your wrists to bring your hands away from your face. “Babe, I can’t help that I want to see you dance. I love watching you!! It’s all for me!!!” 

You can practically see the way his chest puffs out in pride, Tendou does love his attention. 

“That’s true.” You confirm for him and in return only fuel his ego, even more, you reach up and cup his cheek while smiling up at him. “All for you, Satori.”

Tendou reaches down and presses his lips to yours, becoming preoccupied with something other than the music playing from the speaker. 

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[4dtk]

also sorry anon i did general mark hc’s too!! after those are the mark as a bf headcanons :^) the hc’s are all over the place hhhhngnd i apologise

general mark headcanons:

scrunches his nose when his glasses are falling off his face

scratches his head excessively when he doesn’t know what to say

can’t sleep with the air-conditioning on bc he’s sensitive to cold ;;

likes it when you praises him, he’s subtle about it though

randomly strikes poses in the middle of conversations like… mark wth

BITES into his ice cream (theres this super old video of the boys visiting an ice cream shop in the US but i forgot what he did so i headcanon that he does that)

loves to act out the bohemian rhapsody guitar solo when he’s alone in his room

has a cup he brings around everywhere that has water or like… herbal tea or sum idk he’s used to carrying around this one cup anywhere in dorms

thrashes around A LOT in bed

has weird fucking dreams all the time

proceeds to narrate out said dreams to the 127/dream group chat…

the hyungs mostly leave him on read, taeyong is adamant on finding out the meanings of the dreams and jungwoo reacts with a cursed emoji

johnny and haechan shouts across the dorm to acknowledge his dream but the dreamies seem to be into it

they have a ‘mark hyung’s weird dreams’ archive

this mf never cleans his room it takes like having to have lost an important thing to motivate him to clean up but then it just goes back to how it was until the cycle repeats

mark chews with his mouth closed like a gud boy

breaks out in freestyle rap when he’s stressed or excited

occasionally checks out the fans’ fanfiction and he likes the fluffy ones but the dirty ones always make him cringe and make weird noises like he always does

mark as a bf:

always mf nervous when he holds your hand, not sure why

he likes the feel of his hand in yours

he likes your kisses too

mark has the habit of whining when he doesn’t get something when he’s with the members and it increases tenfold when he’s with you

no cuddles? whine

no kisses? whine

no attention? of course the mans whining

but you find it rlly cute and mark will be caught dead before the members find out how much more whiny he is with you

gives you the last watermelon on the plate

likes basketball dates where you both fail to make the hoop

“this one’s for y/n!” [mark misses]

“mark this is for you!” [you miss way worse than mark, going over the basketball post]

kisses on the forehead

kisses on your neck

kisses on your fingers

helps you to paint ur nails if you do!!!

you two also do impulsive things together

exhibit a: dyeing your hair together

exhibit b: cutting said hair together

mark offers to do a undercut for you but his hand is too shaky that you ask him to stop immediately

the man hates horror but can sit through thriller movies with you, although thriller still has those… jump scare elements

he likes detective/action movies

mark takes you to this outdoor restaurant once, kinda like that hit the states vid with haechan in dallas

there’s fairy lights and soft music playing and the food is really good too!

the ambiance is really beautiful and you can see the stars above you

it’s your favourite date with him to date

mark’s favourite date of yours was the first time you “went” out

he had busy schedules the next day and couldn’t stay out late so you two had to stay in the dorms for a first date

you opted for movies and maybe a small cuddling session to find our your boundaries and you two ended up liking it a whole lot

mark was very flustered which was the reason why he wanted to be hugging you form behind when watching the movie

the members left you alone, mostly

johnny wouldnt stop “accidentally” coming in for something he forgot just so he can update the others on what you two were doing

he doesn’t mean any harm, he’s just stoked to see his friend having someone more intimate to confide in other than the boys

mark plays the guitar for you and does a little jam session for you as well, but mostly the two of you hung out and talked about what you liked and disliked

mark would’ve loved to be at your place if he couldn’t go out but his manager said it might be better to stay in for fear of paparazzi and stuff like that

he also wished he could’ve introduced the boys a little later bc he wanted you to himself but he can’t always get what he wants

the members are nice to you but everyone’s ultimately a stranger to you so the next day you decide to stay in for another night for a movie night with the boys

its their off day the next day so its ok

mark has his hands in yours and squeezing your hand so tight bc he doesn’t want someone to see how fond he is of you

he’s shy please understand uwu

he becomes more comfortable towards the end of the night despite the teasing and when the movie ends he turns off the tv and leaves the boys be

and you two sleepily walk to his room

they blame him for all the unnatural cramps in their bodies the next day

the auntie who cooks for them is fond of you too

when you help its like delicious food galore part two

you can only do a few dishes tho, but it’s still delicious

mark likes to pepper kisses over your face when you’ve just woken up

his kisses are soft but his hands love to wander

his lips are very soft too

facetiming when he’s on tour/on lockdown/after a show

usually he’s in the car back to the hotel or washed up on his bed

but either way he looks really good

sleepy, raspy voice which always makes your heart beat faster

failed pickup lines that make you smile

mark likes to go on picnics with you, too

you met via a picnic, actually

your mats were across each other and the members were celebrating someone’s birthday and they decided to do it at a not-so frequented park bc they missed being out of schedules

your friends just wanted a day out

the ball they were playing with… landed in the brownies and you were ready to throw hands for your friend who was so excited about bringing those brownies

(she said it was ok she brought two trays of brownies)

you took one look at mark and swallowed your words, not knowing what to say

you shoot him a glare, more harsh than you intended and handed his ball back

mark had to get his hyung to say that he didn’t mean it bc he was pretty scared of you

and yes that’s how u met

all in all, mark loves you a lot and wouldn’t trade anything

mark loves all of you and isn’t afraid to show it behind closed doors when he’s kissing you with both your laughters laced into it

[earliebirb]

under the silvery moon

An Anon asked for some dancing stevetony! I hope you like it, Anon! 🤍

under the silvery moon

steve/tony, fluff, established relationship, 1912 words 

“Captain, you have truly outdone yourself.”

Steve feels his own lips break into an answering grin at the familiar voice. 

Tony pads across the wide stretch of distance between the entrance to the rooftop and where Steve is seated on a picnic blanket, spread on top of the grass Tony had had installed to replace the linoleum flooring—something he did to cater to Steve’s love of gardening. The previously sleek, minimalistic, and barren rooftop has been converted into a flourishing garden filled with various plants and flowers of different colors, shapes, and sizes courtesy of Steve’s green thumb. 

Right now, the garden has fairy lights strung all over it. They are hung on the branches of various plants, looping around bushes and flowers, giving off a magical yellow glow that is reminiscent of fireflies.

On the picnic blanket, Steve has prepared multiple layers of fluffy blankets for them to snuggle under, as well as several cushions and pillows. A bottle of wine is sitting in a bucket of ice and a bag filled with takeout from their favorite Italian restaurant is sitting right next to it.

He watches Tony approach him, unabashedly indulging in the sight of him. Tony’s steps are easy and unhurried. Still dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, suit jacket slung over his shoulder and red tie loosened haphazardly, he gazes at Steve with a warm smile and a pair of tired eyes—remnants of a long work day. 

Steve’s heart clenches at how much Tony looks like home—Steve’s home. There is nothing he wants more in the world than an armful of Tony right now—his weary eyes, his messy hair, the scrape of his goatee against Steve’s skin. Steve wants all of it.

So when Tony finally reaches him and lies comfortably on the picnic blanket, head nestled in Steve’s lap and legs stretched out, it doesn’t come as a surprise when a knot loosens in his chest, an immediate reaction to Tony’s touch—the ache that only Tony can soothe finally ebbing away. It is as if his heart has decided that this is the way things ought to be—both of them pressed close together, all day, everyday. 

“The garden’s beautiful,” Tony says.

Steve smiles and Tony blinks when Steve’s fingers brush his hair back in slow, sweeping strokes. 

“I had to do something of this caliber, at the very least, to beat the lovely evening you planned for us last week.”

“Why did you cancel the reservation, anyway? You were really excited to go to Romano’s just a few days ago.”

“No special reason. Just didn’t feel like going out and dealing with people after all.” Steve strokes the soft hair of Tony’s right eyebrow absentmindedly. “I want you all to myself tonight.”

A radiant smile blooms on Tony’s face, accentuating all the laugh lines he has accumulated over the years. The glow of the fairy lights is reflected in his eyes, twinkling gold flecks swimming in brown irises.

Tony fakes a scandalous gasp, eyes blinking up at Steve with mischief.

“Are the rumors true, Captain? Is Tony Stark-Rogers your favorite person on earth?”

Steve raises an eyebrow, playing along. “Oh,” he whispers conspiratorially, leaning down to bring their mouths together in a kiss that leaves Tony mesmerized and panting, “Tony Stark-Rogers is my favorite human being in the entire universe.”

He kisses the space between Tony’s eyebrows, chuckling when he sees Tony’s eyes cross as they try to track the movement of Steve’s face leaning in. 

When Steve pulls back, Tony intertwines his fingers with Steve’s, squeezing his hand lightly. Tony lets their joined hands rest atop his chest, on the spot where the arc reactor used to be. The heat of Tony’s skin seeps through his shirt. 

“You’re my favorite person, too, honey bunches.”

They stay like that for a while, relishing the quiet intimacy of each other’s company, the sound of New York City’s busy nightlife accompanying them from way down below. It all sounds far away, though. Up here, everything is tranquil and peaceful, just he and Tony in a world of their own.

“Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” Tony sits up. Immediately, Steve’s thighs feel cold and bereft.

When Tony stretches his limbs, groaning at the release of endorphins in his body, his ankle grazes the sole of Steve’s foot. He startles at the contact, surprised by Steve’s freezing cold skin. 

“You feeling cold, sweetheart?” Tony’s eyebrows crease together in concern. He grabs one of the fleece blankets, wrapping the soft fabric snug around Steve’s cold feet. “I can go down and get you a pair of socks.”

“No, it’s fine. Just a bit chilly,” Steve says, heart warm at how taking care of Steve has become something second nature to Tony. Something done without conscious thought, akin to muscle memory.

Among Tony’s many expressions of love, small gestures during quiet moments like this are the ones Steve cherishes the most. He falls just a little bit deeper in love with Tony, every single time. 

After making sure no part of Steve’s feet are exposed to the cold night air, Tony rummages in the takeout bag. “Which one’s mine?”

“Yours is the carbonara. Mine’s the aglio e olio. There’s garlic bread and caprese salad, too.” 

They wolf down the food with a few glasses of wine, talking about the day they had. Steve grumbles about SHIELD paperwork and a mishap during weapons training. Tony rambles about a promising new deal with a biotech company in Japan that is still in the works. Their work separates the two of them more often than Steve would have liked, and not for the first time, he is immensely glad for the system they have taken years to cultivate: having weekly date nights whenever possible and not being away from each other for more than two weeks at a time. Three, if push comes to shove.

After an anecdote about Happy’s driving antics that has Tony giggling uncontrollably, Steve reaches over to turn on the speaker Tony gave him for his birthday a few years ago. Although Tony has thoughtfully modeled its vintage design after old radios from the forties, the sound it produces is of the highest quality—Tony wouldn’t settle for anything less, of course. 

Steve connects the speaker to his phone before picking something slow and sweet out of a playlist of his favorites, old jazz that reminds him of the neighborhood he grew up in. It is the kind of song he would hear coming out of one of his neighbors’ windows, one that would linger in his head for days afterward. 

A gentle melody on the piano begins and a lady starts to croon sweetly about tender love and foolish hearts.

Turning to Tony, he holds out a hand. “Dance with me?”

With Tony’s hand in his, Steve leads him off the blanket, both of them standing barefoot on the grass. Tony loops his hands around Steve’s neck and Steve settles his hands on Tony’s hips. They begin to sway gently in tune to the music, falling into a companionable silence. When Tony rests his cheek against Steve’s chest, eyes gazing at the skyscrapers in the distance, Steve rests his chin on the crown of Tony’s head, closing his eyes.

Somewhere during the second verse of the next song on Steve’s playlist, Tony says something, breaking Steve’s reverie. He opens his eyes. 

“What?”

“I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Yeah? How does it sound?”

“Steady. It usually lulls me to sleep.” Tony yawns.

“You sleepy, sweetheart?” Steve plants a kiss into Tony’s hair.

A beat, and then:

“A little. But let’s stay like this for a little longer.”

At the end of the fourth song, Tony pulls back from his resting place on Steve’s chest to look up at him. Steve meets his gaze, warmth flooding his chest at the sight of the content smile on Tony’s face.

Maybe it’s New York City’s night air, or the fairy lights illuminating the rooftop, or the sentimental love songs flowing from the speaker, or the way Tony is gazing up at him like there is nowhere else he would rather be, or perhaps even all of those things combined, but the next thing Steve knows, he finds himself saying:

“Do me a favor, sweetheart?”

Tony tilts his head, curiosity bleeding into his eyes.

“Never change. Stay like this forever,” Steve whispers. 

“What? Super sexy and irresistible?”

Steve chuckles, burying his laughter in Tony’s dark locks. He pulls Tony close as he looks up at the night sky.

“Stay like this. Stay mine. Stay with me.” Steve swallows. “Please never get tired of me.”

That gives Tony pause. Steve feels him still, pausing their slow dance. Then Steve feels warm hands cupping his cheeks, bringing his gaze back down to earth, back home, back to Tony.

Something shifts in Tony’s eyes upon catching sight of Steve’s watery eyes.

“Hey, what brought this on?” Tony asks, voice uncharacteristically gentle. 

Steve sniffs, laughing sheepishly, a little embarrassed at being so sentimental.

“Nothing, I’m just—” Steve takes a deep breath, tightening his hold around Tony. “Just really grateful for you.”

Tony’s thumbs sweep his eyelids gently, wiping his tears away.

“Hey, look at me.”

When Steve opens his eyes, lovely brown eyes are staring right at him. 

“I don’t know about staying like this forever, sweetheart. I mean, I know I look absolutely ravishing right now, but you know I already have a few wrinkles and some white hair here and there.”

Steve rolls his eyes. As if those would ever render Tony less beautiful in his eyes. He even has a not-so-secret partiality for Tony’s salt-and-pepper hair—something Tony still finds difficult to believe.

“But! You have my word that you are, quite unfortunately, stuck with me for the rest of your life. I’m sorry, darling, but I did warn you that marrying Tony Stark comes with a no-return policy.”

Steve laughs even as he feels something glow incandescent within him, brighter and warmer than the sun on a hot summer day. 

“In fact, I’m more afraid of you getting tired of me. In a few years, there will be more wrinkles, more white hair, and who knows? Maybe I’ll even go bald. My skin’s going to get all saggy and disgusting and then—”

Steve leans in to press his lips against Tony’s, one of the tried-and-true methods to effectively shut him up. 

When he leans back, it is to glare at Tony.

“Don’t you ever use the word ‘disgusting’ to refer to my husband.”

Tony blinks. “Not even to say disgustingly attractive?”

Steve’s lips twitch. “Okay, maybe that one’s acceptable.”

Tony smiles smugly. Then he narrows his eyes. “But I’m serious, Steven. You better prepare yourself for my deteriorating beauty. It is not going to be pretty, I’m—”

Steve pushes Tony’s face back into his chest so the rest of his passionate tirade comes out all garbled and muffled. 

“I’ll love you forever. Wrinkles, white hair, saggy skin, and all.”

“Don’t forget the balding—”

“I will love you even if there isn’t a single strand of hair on your head.”

Tony stills. 

“You’d better,” he says, voice still muffled, poking a finger into Steve’s side in warning.

Steve’s hand reaches down to find the accusing finger. Ever so gently, he splays the rest of Tony’s fingers apart to interlock them with his own as he plants a kiss on Tony’s temple. 

“I promise, sweetheart.”

[innaminitus]

Praise

Pairing: Loki x reader 

Request:  loki smut where the reader is extremely timid and shy and he finds it endearing and also a bit of a turn on because it makes him feel that much more powerful when she blushes and has trouble making eye contact? also praise kink cause oof ps. i love love love your writing so much and this will probably be the end of me if you end up writing it (from anon)

and

The reader is super shy and part of the avengers. Loki thinks she’s cute so he’s constantly whispering dirty stuff he wants to do to her in explicit detail into her ears when he walks past her and he keeps doing this and she gets super pent up about it and then he does it one time and then she just grabs his collar and pulls him into a kiss and is like “if u really want to do all that stuff to me, do it” and then after that night they try and have sex in riskier places around the compound. (from anon)

Warnings: smut, language

Word count: 1732

A/N: so the freaking app i’ve been using for my headers had decided to fking delete my font?????? and i had to use different one, i don’t wike it

“Loki? Are you asleep?” Your voice was quiet when you asked him through the door, almost wanting him to be asleep, just not to cause any trouble.

It was around two in the morning and you woke up to use the bathroom, but was petrified when you saw a large spider crawling on the floor. As soon as it hid under your closet you run out of the room and headed to the only person that could possibly still be awake.

It wasn’t that you were always so spooky, it was just the case of spiders, ever since your childhood when a particularly fat one fell on your face while you were falling asleep in your parents’ holiday cabin.

You wanted to walk away and maybe wake Steve, but at the very moment the door opened and Loki’s sleepy face peaked at you from the gap.

“What do you need, petal?” He yawned, fixing his hair so the lost strands didn’t poke his eyes.

You blushed at the nickname he gave you. It was, after all, the whole reason for the nickname itself – your constant blushing once reminded him of roses, and the element of it stayed with you ever since.

“There’s a spider in my room,” you murmured, unwanted sense of guilt shredding your insides when he rubbed his eye, trying to wake himself up.

“Is it big?”

“Huge,” you nodded and parted your hands to show him the size, maybe exaggerating it a bit.

Loki sighed and walked out of his room, closing the door shut behind him.

“Well then, I shall make sure it doesn’t eat you.” He smirked at you as he walked past you. “At least not before I do it first.”

The blush on your face deepened and overtook your whole body, angering you as it did, since it was exactly what Loki wanted. He just loved making you blush and shy, always saying things like that.

I bet you taste just as good as what you cook.

Gods, I can just imagine what else you can do with that mouth of yours.

At first he was just making fun of you, cockily enjoying how embarrassed you were, but lately it became more… intimate. As if he really wanted to do all these things to you, things he sometimes whispered hotly to your ear while holding your waist during missions.

I would rip that leather off of you in a second, petal.

You would lie if you said his words didn’t make you feel hotness between your legs, and that you never touched yourself to the memory of his breath surrounding your neck, to the fantasy of him doing all these filthy things to you.

But that was something you kept in secret. No one could know, after all, not if you didn’t want to be made fun of. Falling for the villain, for the bad boy. How very fanfiction-ish of you.

You followed him to your room, and pointed at your closet.

“I saw it last there.”

But Loki didn’t bend to see underneath it, he stretched his hands so the palms were facing the floor and a second later you felt the air pulsating, tinted with green light, playing with rays of the moonlight peaking from untight curtains. You saw it diving across the floor and walls before Loki rapidly moved one of his hands and a spider flew from under your bed, and hung in the air before you.

“Throw it out, throw it out, throw it out!” You turned away and screamed when Loki made the spider fly after you.

He laughed and threw it out the opened window.

“I must say, that’s not exactly the reason I’d like you to wake me up to in the middle of the night,” he said, heading his way to the door.

“What reason would you prefer?” You suddenly asked when his fingers were wrapped around the doorknob, ready to leave. Your heart was pounding and you weren’t actually sure you said that out loud.

He turned with a cocky smile and took a step in your direction, only then you realized how close you actually were. He wrapped a string of your hair around his finger and pulled your face closer to his, his warm lips only barely touching your cheek.

“The wetness between your legs. Your lips around my cock. Or my fingers in your pussy, driving you crazy. These are the reasons I’d prefer,” he whispered in a husky voice, your cheeks crimsoned and womanhood throbbed.

“Do it, then,” you whispered as well, forgetting how to breathe.

“What do you want me to do, petal?” His finger caressed your cheek, he looked down at you.

“Everything you always say to me,” your heart stopped beating as well, “do it all.”

And just like that, within a split second his lips were on yours, tasting the blush and bold words said in the moonlight. He kissed you gentler than you would imagine, his hands cupped your face and you couldn’t help but lean on him, diving into the soothing coldness of his skin, into the sudden affection that surrounded you whole.

Loki’s arms wrapped around your waist and brought you even closer, at the same time when his tongue sneaked into your mouth, caressed the roof of your mouth. You let yourself drown in the moment, to hope it would last forever.

His hands dived under your pajama shirt, cold fingers on your hot skin caused goose bumps. You let him take the shirt off, sudden breeze from the opened window made your nipples harden. Without a thought you covered your bare chest with your hands, sure that the crimson blush on your face was well visible despite the darkness.

Loki gently wrapped his fingers around your hands, his thumbs massaging the palms.

“Don’t…” His voice was quiet when he encouraged you to expose yourself. You did it, holding his hands, allowing him to see you. “You’re perfect.”

Somehow it was all you needed to give up to him entirely. A passionate kiss warmed your lips again, and with shaking hands you took off your pants and underwear, shivering with excitement.

Loki took a step, forcing you to sit on the bed as he kneeled in front of you. He brought you to the edge of it and with heavily beating heart you let him lay you on the bedsheets. His hands caressed your thighs before he parted them, and a delightful sigh came to your ears.

“Oh, petal... Marvelous.”

You felt his fingers dipping in your wetness, smearing it all over your pussy before he pushed two fingers inside of you, making you squirm. His fingers were skilled, he curved them just enough to hit the right spot, soon turning you into moaning mess, forgetting how to breathe when his tongue swiped a stripe between your folds, collecting the juice and groaning with satisfaction before sucking on your clit.

You had him kneeling before you, his mouth and fingers on your pussy, almost coming at the spot just at the taste of you.

Your fingers dived into his hair, but instead of pressing him firmer against you, you pulled his hair to kiss him. Your juices on his tongue were salty, his kisses became more greedy. You crawled to the head of the bed, dragging him with you, tugging on his clothes to take them off.

His naked form was pressed against your body, you were lazily kissing him back, your face wet, your bodies sweating in the hot August night, hands sticking, breaths unsteady.

You dared to kiss his neck, to taste the salt from his skin, to even tug it a little.

His length was poking your stomach, twitching, begging for friction, for warm pussy to clench around it. You wrapped your fingers around it and he let out a sigh, warming the skin of your collarbone he was kissing. He adjusted his pose, your legs rested on his back, he cocked his hips at the same time you moved yours and just like that his cock was finally sliding into your aching pussy.

You gasped when he filled you whole, every inch of his member inside you, his abdomen rubbing your clit.

“How can– how can a mortal be this ideal?” He groaned and began to thrust, quickly picking up a fast pace. “Good little girl, all tight for me–“

You dug your hills in his back, forcing him to pound into you harder, kissing every word off his lips. He was stretching you perfectly, the way you never knew you needed.

“Got anything else nice to say?” You whispered when his fingers pinched your nipple before kneading your breast.

He smiled and kissed your neck, an especially hard thrust made you moan loudly.

“My petal likes to be praised?” He licked a stripe up your neck. “Good, because there’s a lot to praise…” You pulled him to kiss you, his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, taking the control you never had. “Such a precious pussy, clenching on my cock…” He smirked when you moaned loudly, his words turning you on like you’d never imagine. “Those perfect tits bouncing when I fuck you hard, I could cum just at the sight of them,” he gasped in your jaw before kissing you, fingers on your nipple tightening the grip. “My good girl…”

It was just too much, electricity flew from the place where he was pinching your nipples, it travelled down and met the hotness between your legs, the ecstasy was closer than the sky, closer than the molecules surrounding you, Loki swallowed your moans and the only thing you heard when your legs began to tremble was the squeaking of the springs. Orgasm shattered you like a porcelain doll, you didn’t know where you started and Loki ended, you felt him groan in your neck before spilling his cum inside of you, your bodies still firmly joined seconds after.

Your breathing came back to normal, what you couldn’t say about your heart that was pounding in your chest, the outline of it almost visible on your skin. Loki collapsed next to you, his breathing no better than yours.

The only thing you recalled before suddenly falling asleep was Loki’s cold skin pressed against you, his arms wrapping around your waist to spend the night in your company.  

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Loki smut tag list: @lokislilslut@princerowanwhitethorngalathynius@darkprincessloki92@marvelrose@bluestaratsunrise@iamverity @lokilvrr @daddyloki @meraki--mei 

[racingtowardsaredlight]

Finally Home - Captain Syverson

Summary: Sy has been back home for a while and finally feels safe and whole with you. However, he’s not prepared to see something that reminds him of his days at war. 

Characters: Captain Syverson x Reader (married)

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of war, PTSD (hinted at but not super blatant), Sy having emotions and hurting my heart

A/N: This was born from some little ramblings I sent on anon to @dancingwendigo​ so I had to write it! It’s a little sad but I want to write a part 2 that gets a little smutty so be prepared!

Tags:@onceiwasanun​ , @dancingwendigo​ , @littlefreya​ 

It’s been six months since Sy came home. Six whole entire months since your husband’s boots hit American soil and his arms pulled you into his warm embrace once again. Six months since you said goodbye to sleepless night and could finally rest easy with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Syverson could hardly believe he was home for the first little bit. His nights next to were spent holding on to your body as if you might fade away while he slept. His dreams turned into nightmares regularly; if they weren’t haunting memories of being overseas, they were last minute deployment calls and saying goodbye to you before he even got used to hello. Sy’s nightmare tended to keep you up for the first two months, you never minded though. You’d far rather rub his back and spend the next day sleepy than be sitting home alone waiting for the next time you’d get FaceTime him. 

Six months later though, the nightmares come fewer and farther between. You’ve gotten into a routine with your daily life and have even started working on some house renovations that Sy promised he’d do after his deployment ended. He’d started working on base about three months after he got home, just some office work and basic training but it kept him busy and happy. Of course he was always happiest when he came home from work every night to your smiling face. He was breathing easier and easier every single day, finally feeling safe and situated for the first time in so long. 

Today was a typical Friday for Syverson after he left base around 6pm. He stopped at the grocery store to grab something to make for dinner, excited for the weekend since the weather was finally warm enough to start grilling and he’d just finished the deck he started but never finished before deployment. He picked up some chicken, steak, and salmon, planning to surprise you with a lovely fish dinner on Saturday. Annoyed, he threw some vegetables in the basket too, cursing you for making sure he always ate healthy. Checking out as quickly as he could, Sy also made a stop by the party store and grabbed some bottles of your favorite white wine to go with the fish tomorrow. 

As he made his way through the front door, Sy could hear soft classical music coming from your office down the hall. His face bloomed with a large smile. He had forgotten you had a half day at work today and would be working from home after your doctor’s appointment. Sy put the groceries away before he made his way to your office to call to you through the door. 

“I’m home!” His voice boomed, jarring you slightly before your brain recognized your husband’s deep baritone. 

“Okay! I’m almost done and I’ll be out in a few!” you shouted back, focusing your attention back on your final report for the day. Syverson yelled a “Sounds good! I’m jumping in the shower!” to you and made his way to the laundry room, searching for some comfortable clothes to throw on once he was clean. 

He didn’t waste time while he showered. He saved the long, drawn out ones for the both of you, when he had time to feel every inch of your body in the hot spray of the water. This shower was just meant to clean himself up, wash away the dirt on his skin so he wouldn’t get you too dirty while the two of you got down and dirty. Sy shook his head, trying to push the dirty thoughts out of his head that have been there since he left your still naked body for work this morning. He couldn’t help himself really, you’re just too gorgeous not to daydream about all day. His mind wandered again to the thought of you: naked, legs spread out wide while he went to town devouring your pussy. Much to his own efforts not to, Sy reached his hand to his cock, stroking it gently as he succumbed to the thoughts of what he wanted to do with you tonight. He’d been so horny for you all day, picturing your body in the throws of pleasure he’d had you in the night before. Remembering how often you called out his name, his back still stinging in the places your hands clawed at as you came over and over for him. The hand stroking his now achingly hard cock moved faster, hurdling Sy closer to the edge. He was so close before the door to the bathroom received large knocks, your voice carrying through and startling your husband back to reality. 

“I’m done working! We can start dinner when you’re done!” You call, unaware of your husband’s activities. Sy clears his throat, willing his voice to not be in it’s husky “fuck me” tone -as you lovingly refer to it. “Be out in a minute!” he calls, switching his water to a colder setting as he attempts to make his dick behave. He’ll just have to have you as a pre-dinner meal to calm his aching hard on. 

A few calming breaths and some chilled water later, Sy gets out and towels himself off. He dresses in his favorite grey sweats, foregoing underwear as it will only get in his way later. Syverson runs his towel over his beard, making sure it’s as dry as he can get it so he doesn’t drip cold water onto your neck when he finally gets his lips on you. He keeps his chest shirtless, not even bothering to get one from the laundry room since he planned to spend most of his night sans clothes anyways.

You’re the first thing Syverson sees when he opens the bathroom door and he nearly gasps when he takes in the sight of you for the first time since this morning. Your hair is in a bun, messily thrown together so he knows you probably put it up after it was bothering you for too long while you worked. There are no pants on your legs but he can see a sliver of your heather grey panties from underneath the garment that took Sy’s breath from him. His red, D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F. shirt swallows your upper half damn near whole with how much bigger it is on you. The red shirt Sy came to love so much overseas and had grown so filthy with the sand, dirt, sweat, and blood that it was constantly covered in. He hasn’t seen that shirt since he came and threw it in the laundry room, claiming he’d be happy to never see “that filthy old rag” ever again. You knew he was kidding and was only really upset because of how dirty his favorite shirt had become, and more than likely a bit hurt due to the memories it brought up. So you had cleaned it (took three washes and a LOT of OxiClean) and kept it safe in your pajama drawer, waiting to give it back to him when he went back on deployment. However, it was so soft and comfortable and still somehow smelled a little like Sy even after the washes, you couldn’t help but put it on while you worked today. 

Sy holds his gaze on you for a while, watching as you stand at the kitchen counter and scroll through your phone. He knows he’s a weak man for you in his shirts and something about seeing you in a shirt he associates with his soldier side has him more riled up than he’d anticipated. Wordlessly, Sy strides over to you, ready devour you as he wraps his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck, his cock rubbing against your ass through his sweatpants. Before he can even plant his first kiss to your neck, Sy is once again distracted by the shirt. This time though it’s not the remembrance of war that gets him but the total lack thereof. His shirt doesn’t smell the way he remembers, grimey and sweaty even when he did get to wash it. No, it smells like home. It smells like his sheets and his pants and all his other shirts do now. It smells like fabric softener and dryer sheets. It smells like you. He can feel himself choking up, tears brimming at his eyes so he pulls from you momentarily. 

Concerned, you turn around. He could just be playing coy and teasing but something about his grip on your hips before he pulled away made you think he was upset. You realize you’re wearing his shirt and worry for a moment he was serious when he threw it out of sight all those months ago. You worry you brought up a piece of the past he’d rather forget when he’s home. As you turn to face Sy, you see the teary eyes and his hand in a fist, one knuckles pressed to his lips as if that’s all that’s holding his tears back. You can’t even express the apology you think he wants before his arms are around you again, this time pulling you into a bone crushing hug and returning his face to your neck. Rubbing his back, you give an apology and promise you will throw out the shirt so he doesn’t have to look at it but he hushes you. “Keep it. Please keep it on. I’m not mad about it I just-” He pulls away to look you in the eyes. His glassy blues meet yours and a soft smile adorns his bearded face. “I’m so happy to be home.” 

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