#that one where he’s mid-laugh MY HEART 🥺

[lovebugism]

What about Eddie with shy!reader who still gets shy & flustered when he compliments/praises her even after being together for months now 🥺

hi love! this is such a sweet lil scenario! thanks sm for your request!! — the one where eddie is super good at making you feel pretty (but only because you make it so easy)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“Does this look okay?” you ask for the hundredth time. Maybe millionth.

Eddie doesn’t shrug you off, though. He never does — not even when you’ve repeated the same question to him a thousand times.

The boy eyes your outfit like he’s really analyzing it, just like you wanted him to. In its fourth iteration, it looks only slightly different than the one before it, but he’ll take any opportunity to look at you that comes his way.

Most of the time, you can’t stand it when he stares at you for too long. Now he can do it all he wants because you’re asking him to. He feels a little like the luckiest guy on the planet.

“The skirt’s really pretty,” Eddie affirms with a nod. He’d argue that you’ve looked pretty in everything you’ve shown him, but he knows that’s not the answer you’re looking for. “I think I like it better than the jeans, actually.”

Even though you could wear almost anything and drive him insane, nothing beats seeing you in skirts. Something about your legs has always worked him wild — maybe because you keep them covered so often. 

It isn’t every day he gets to see you in these shorter bottoms. Those are only reserved for real special occasions. And, for some strange reason, you’ve decided that’s what Steve’s party is.

You look over your shoulder at the boy sprawled out on the edge of your bed. His wild hair and all black get-up looks much more jarring than usual against your baby pink comforter.

He’s dreadfully out of place in your girlish bedroom. You never want him to leave.

“You think so?” you wonder aloud, toying nervously with the hem of your white skater skirt. It’s not super short, stopping just below mid-thigh, but you’re nervous that it might be anyway.

Eddie scoffs like the answer’s obvious. “Totally. You look killer, babe. I’m gonna have to walk behind you all night to keep everyone from staring at you.”

Your nose scrunches at the crude compliment. Sometimes you wonder if Eddie thinks you’re prettier than you really are — like one of those funky carnival mirrors, but with the opposite effect. 

He’s under some sort of spell, you figure. He must be. 

You don’t deserve to be loved on as much as he loves on you.

“I’m being serious, Eds,” you argue halfheartedly as you turn back to the mirror. You tug at the bottom of your snug crop top when a sliver of your stomach starts to show.

The bed squeaks under his weight when he rises from his lounged position. He laughs and it sounds like sunshine. “I am being serious. You look amazing.”

“You always think I look amazing,” you murmur, flashing him a weak glare from beneath your lashes through the mirror. You’re not as annoyed as you seem. Embarrassed and a little undeserving, sure — but not annoyed.

“How’s that my fault?” Eddie scoffs with a chuckle. His chunky sneakers thud, thud, thud against your carpeted floor as he walks over to you. “If you didn’t look so pretty all the time, I wouldn’t have to compliment you, so… Checkmate.”

“Stop it…” you protest, mousy and only half-joking.

Eddie’s almost certain that none of his words ever get through to you. Every time he tells you something nice, you think he’s joking. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s never been serious about anything in his life — other than you, of course — or if you don’t think you’re worthy of praise.

Maybe it’s a healthy mixture of both. 

It breaks his heart all the same.

Your back meets his chest when he stands behind you. His deep, musky cologne engulfs you like a fuzzy blanket. His ringed fingers are warm as they splay along your hips.

Even when he’s barely touching you, he makes you feel so held. 

“I mean it,” Eddie assures. His voice is soft, quiet, and serious — a stern sort of coo. His button-eyed gaze pierces your own as he stares at you in the mirror. He squeezes softly at your sides. “You look really pretty, babe. I think you should go with this one.”

Grateful that the attention is less on you and more on your outfit, you get less sheepish. “You don’t think it’s too much for a party?”

“No,” he answers with a curt shake of his wild head. “’S perfect. Honestly.”

You huff and lean back against him — not relaxed, exactly, just wanting to feel more of him. Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder as your arms cross over your stomach. You look almost like you’re hugging yourself.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” you wonder, so quietly it sounds like a bunch of mumbles.

Eddie’s practically developed super-hearing after being with you for so long. 

He scoffs in response. “They’re gonna love you,” he promises, brows raised beneath his frizzy bangs. A pink smile tugs at his mouth. “Like, seriously. They’re gonna be obsessed with you. Henderson, especially. Him and Robin are gonna talk your ear off the whole night.”

You’re smiling before you realize it.

You love that he can imagine you so perfectly meshing with all the people he cares about. Your heart swells at the thought. You love fitting into his world.

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods with a scrunched nose. “And then I’m gonna have to share you with them and… You know what? Maybe this is a terrible idea.”

You exhale sharply through your nose in place of a laugh. You purse your lips to the side when you feel like you’re smiling too big. It takes over your whole mouth anyway.

Eddie watches your gaze duck towards the floor where his dirty sneakers stand alongside your shiny Mary Janes. He smiles at you like he’s just heard his favorite song on the radio — like he’s watching happiness incarnate and holding her in his hands.

“There it is,” he singsongs quietly. “I’ve been waiting to see you smile all night.”

Your face heats like a stove eye. You think you might actually burn him if he touched your cheeks just now.

“Stop,” you whine as if he’s hurt you in some way. You writhe in his arms to escape his grip, but he only holds you tighter.

“Sorry, babe,” Eddie apologizes, mostly insincere. He tucks his face into your shoulder and mumbles his words there. “You can’t escape me.”

He sprinkles tiny kisses on your neck. You raise your shoulders, not because you want him to stop, but because the softness of his touch tickles you there. You’d rather feel his lips against your own, anyway.

“You’re such a sap,” you tease as your head turns to peer up at him. The words leave your mouth so softly you might as well be telling him ‘I love you.’ In some ways, you are.

“I mean it, though,” he confesses. He seals his promise with a barely-there peck to the tip of your nose. His lips just barely brush your skin before he’s pulling away again. “You look pretty. Beautiful, even.”

You trap your smile between your teeth as you twist in his hold. Your arms stay pressed between your bodies while his arms embrace you wholly. “Beautiful, huh?” you echo with a sarcastic lilt.

“Uh-huh. Beautiful with a capital B.”

Despite how desperately you want to look away from his intent gaze — so full of love that they’re twinkling with it — you force yourself to keep his stare. “Well, I think you’re Beautiful with a capital B, too, Eds…”

Eddie beams at you, taking your compliment in stride. You wish you could do that, too.

“Thank you, baby,” he hums before smacking a kiss to your waiting mouth. He tastes like nicotine and spearmint and strawberry chapstick.

It’s over far quicker than you’d like it to be. He doesn’t seem as grieved by it as you do.

“Alright, babe. Let’s go,” he announces with a boyish grin when he parts from you. You smile as he heads out of your bedroom, picking up the purse on your desk as he goes. He knew you’d forget it otherwise. 

His voice comes muffled from the hallway, “Your chariot awaits!” 

[bruisedboys]

Cutting/doing Eddie's hair and he keeps trying to distract you but it's the first time anyone's really done it and just being overwhelmed but love and 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

such a cute request!! hope this is okay my love 🤍

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“Are you sure about this?”

You’re tentative and nervous where you stand over Eddie, scissors in hand. Your boyfriend twists in his chair, meeting you with a look on his face not far from what a fed-up mother would give her toddler.

“Y/N,” he says deadpan. “I’m sure. Would you just do it already?”

“But …” You trail off mid-protest. You’ve had this argument many times. Eddie really wants you to cut his hair, you think you won’t do a good job, Eddie doesn’t care because he thinks his hair is already totally fucked, you disagree because you think his hair is perfect.

He’s got lovely hair. Gorgeous dark curls that you love pulling on and running your fingers through. You just don’t want to ruin it.

“Love,” Eddie says gently, more gentle than he’s been previously about this whole kerfuffle. “It’s only a trim. I only need like, this much off.” He holds up a hand, showing you his thumb and pointer finger separated by about half an inch. “You’ll do just fine.”

You sigh as Eddie turns back in his chair, facing the mirror you’ve set up. You run your hand through his locks, pushing your fingers through his gorgeous, gorgeous curls. You can’t help but think this is the last time you’ll see them like this, before you ruin them.

“I just don’t wanna ruin your hair,” you admit. “What if I accidentally cut off too much, Eds? What if it looks awful and it’s all my fault?”

Eddie catches your eyes in the mirror, a look on his face that you know all too well. “Darling. You could shave my whole head of hair off and I’d still be a fucking knockout.”

You groan loudly. He’s awful. And maybe what he said is a tiny bit true but there’s no way you’re going to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re full of shit,” you tell him, grimacing.

Eddie gives you a lopsided, too cheerful grin in the mirror. “Thanks sweetheart. Now get choppin’.”

You sigh and do as he says. He’s got a face that’s hard to say no to. It really doesn’t go half as bad as you thought it would. It’s actually quite easy. You chop off about half an inch with ease and you’re making a few clean-up cuts when you feel Eddie staring at you in the mirror. You look up, scissors in midair.

Sure enough, he’s gazing at you like you invented the sun. You meet his eyes in your reflection and wrinkle your nose.

“What?”

“What d’you mean what?”

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

Eddie twists in his chair very abruptly, startling you so much you almost make a lethal chop.

“Eddie!” You scold. “I could’ve chopped half your hair off!”

He ignores you. He‘s got this look on his face, something close the lovesickness written across his features. Suddenly you’re feeling very dizzy.

“No one’s ever cut my hair before,” he says. “Not that I can remember, anyway. I’ve always done it myself.”

He’s talking so earnestly, with so much love, that you flush from head to foot.

“Well, no wonder it’s so bad,” you joke weakly, a sad attempt at hiding your fondness for him.

Neither of you laugh. Eddie rolls his eyes, a grin on his pretty features that makes you want to kiss him silly. His gaze falls back on you.

“Thank you,” he says, dripping in fondness, so sweet you’re sure you’re tummy aches with it.

You drop the act, allow yourself to smile, to touch his face, to look at him with the huge amount of fondness you’re feeling for him in your chest. It seeps from your heart through your ribs and to the tips of your toes and fingers.

“S’okay, Eds,” you say, your hand on his jaw, fingers pushing into his hairline. “Any time, baby.”

His grin is blinding.

[boxenstopp]

it's 1 am, anyway time for walkthrough of my entire rewatch of czech it out. as my brain slowly melts into pieces. get ready for a long-as-shit post.

EPISODE 1!!!!!

can i say. first of all. wtf are these graphics. what were they thinking and why does it kind of work with the atmosphere.

second of all. introduction of the coffee. does carzzy like coffee? is that his coffee? who made the coffee? all differs depending on the video.

introduction of the smiley "i agree to anything carzzy says" humanoid. he has that rookie vibe here like he's very unsure of himself but oh boy marek, carzzy is not a stable anchor.

also, carzzy calling humanoid "marek brazda" every chance he gets, istg. he 100% says it just because he loves how it sounds. brazzzzda.

cut to carzzy calling him unskilled and we get the classic "i've been insulted by carzzy" face. i love that he has these patented modes. so far we've had "carzzy loml you can never do anything wrong (meant ironically)" and "carzzy loml 🥺🥺 spare me anything sir i haven't but a penny" (it has been 40 seconds)

face is exemplified when carzzy goes out of his way to place his cup on (what i assume is) humanoid's desk, cause of course he does.

humanoid gets asked a question about mid and so carzzy is RESPECTFUL and lets humanoid speak.

just leaving this here. btw: "marek brazda" counter: II

i realize at this point there are so many things to point out but i'm too lazy to screencap them. first of all, carzzy complaining about pantheon/taliyah and humanoid who was not listening at all just going "nice :)" and carzzy also needs a moment to register and then goes. "no." and then they start arguing about something with approx. 0 heart and 2 braincells of what they're arguing about. and then carzzy does the thing where he lets humanoid get the last word (thing he does all the fucking time) and just hums like a girl cause SHE IS down bad. (btw me calling carzzy a girl is not an insult it's an um actually? 🏳️‍🌈🤓 moment.)

G2 TIME!!

one of the most important things about carzzynoid is their nonchalant complete factually incorrect statements. can guarantee you they think it's the funniest shit ever, however, it's only funny if no one laughs. they have these voices where you can tell they're trying to make themselves sounds as uncaring as possible. anyway yeah guys, g2 is 10th, 9th place team for sure.

CAN I SAY. carzzy's heterochromia is insane in these early videos. every close-up on his face i go woawwww!! idk if it's more noticeable or if i'm just going insane. anyway humanoid goes on to end the segment with "pojďme se na to společně podívat!" (according to software that seems about correct to me) meaning "let's take a look at it together" otherwise LITERALLY meaning "check it out." or something pretty close. as an EXTREME linguistics nerd and general languages lover i think hearing them speak czech makes me explode about 10 times anyway so. idk if that's a correct analysis :)

THIS carzzy smirk. i could write a paragraph here honestly. anyway humanoid asks a question and carzzy does not answer because why would he.

EYES.

then carzzy goes on a rant about how amazing their coach is only for his genius mordekaiser pick to be wasted on MAREK BRAZDA (counter: III)

insulted marek left, "i'm not blaming anyone" marek right. (carzzy was totally blaming you dude. you're both so horrible.)

carzzy checks in on humanoid for that one, lmao. makes sure that he understands, yep.

NEXT DYNAMIC UP!! the fuckin sad lions/chad lions thing. carzzy thinks they are "sad lions" cause they lost both games.

carzzy calls humanoid a czech, a clearly very embarrassing insult. also he hesitated a bit which meant he was SCRAMBLING for a different insult but really. czech? that's the best he could come up with. pussy.

anyway he's bullied marek into participating in the content and so he actually has to give his thoughts and he thinks he's a bad chad bitch who actually LET them win. also "this guy" counter: I. because humanoid hates calling carzzy anything actually. carzzy is just a pest to him and he needs to express that to carzzy face. obviously.

CONFLICT RESOLUTION!! i love how their dynamic is straight up insult each other until one person goes: actually you're the best i love you so much you're so hot so talented i agree with everything you say i'm a shit stain you're a saint i'll do anytthing-

VIDEO END

final thoughts: ough it's 2:30 am now but it was worth it honestly feels fucking amazing to type all this out imma go to sleep hopefully nobody reads this because really you're wasting your time. if you did <3 thanks.

[im-not-a-simp-i-swear]

You know what would be funny? If MC somehow turns invisible, and for the next 24 hrs, goes around HoL, Purgatory Hall, and even the Demon Lord's Castle pulling silly pranks (picking up stuff, making ghost noises, food being eaten in mid-air) to cute fluff as they give the boys kisses on the cheek (platonic ofc). At the end of the day, when everyone is baffled and scared, MC admits their doing.

MC IS INVISIBLE???

Scenario:

You're with Solomon and Mammon practicing some spells. Solomon is teaching you the basics to some spells for class while Mammon is here just to make sure you make it home in one piece.

Suddenly the wizard messes up one of the spells and it just so happens to hit you, making you dissapear right infront of their eyes...

💙LUCIFER

Panics when Mammon tells him you dissapeared, can tell from the start the strange activity is you once it starts

At least you arent dead..

"MC please hand me my pen back i need to finish this paperwork" "but how-" "have you seen my brothers pranks? This is nothing new for me"

If i were you i'd give him a forehead smooch right then and there when he figures out your real identity, he'd more more surprised by that then by all the funky pranks youve pulled so far

Decides to let you continue pulling pranks however as he does find humour in the others panicking by the silly pranks

When you turn back to normal and confess your crimes he'll actually let out a chuckle, no one seemed to have gotten hurt and the pranks were harmless, no need to be bothered

As for Mammon and Solomon however... well this little incident wont happen again anytime soon

💛MAMMON

Congratulations! You're giving this demon a heart attack!

First you dissapear, then his stuff starts to dissapear, then his food starts floating and ohdiavolononotgoldie-

Once the "paranormal activity" reaches the castle, he starts to blame himself for letting you dissapear

"This is all my fault if i hadnt let MC dissapear their spirit wouldnt be haunting us all" "pfft-" "this is no time to laugh Lucifer i have to find a way to solve this🥺🥺"

Is pissed when he discovers that you just became invisible, if you wanna fix this damaged friendship you'll have to give him as many cuddles and attention as he asks for.

"Wait... if you were invisible this whole time... WERE YOU ALSO THE ONE WHO KISSED???-" *tsundere mode activated*

🧡LEVIATHAN

Great job MC you just worsened our boy's anxiety >:(

With that said he'll be convinced his all-nighters are starting to affect him once his stuff starts floating and talking to him.

"There is no way Ruri-chan is talking to me right now i must be dreaming!" "Or tireeeeeeed OooOoooOoo" "OR MY FIGURINES ARE POSSESSED NOOOO!!-"

Keeps an eye on everything that surrounds him, when this starts to affect the others however he just gets more paranoid

Do it, kiss his cheek when he is most afraid, he'll scream higher than what the human ear can hear

Soo relieved when you reveal it was just you... for about 5 seconds then he remembers as well the kiss and melts into a red puddle

💚SATAN

Becomes detective the moment he notices the strange activity going around and when he's told you dissapeared

Had his suspitions on the spell being an invisibility one, but you confeasing your crimes got ahead on him finishing the puzzle (as in he had already connected the dots but he didnt wanna tell yet until he was completely sure)

He connected said dots when you gave him the friendship kiss on his head while he was investigating

Relieved that youre alright at the end of the day, its not like misplacing his books or carrying the cats away from him will make his day hell, he'd know how to fix it

"A shame it wasnt something more sinister but its good to know that youre alright"

💖ASMODEUS

"Mammon are you stealing my perfume!?" "What? No!" "Then where is it cause it's no where and you usually steal our stuff so stop lying" *quality brother fight*

Goes from annoyed to honry and starts to flirt with you brlieving youre a ghost, flirting will intensify if you give him a lil kissie kiss👀

In all seriousness though if you were to freak a ghost do you think you'd be floating or what would happen with your body? This isnt just a question Asmo makes to himself but its also a question for you the reader

Its a question that haunts me since i was in middle school please i need an answer :(

Lust man is relieved in the end that it was just you, but is also quite annoyed that you misplaced his stuff and (if you decided to touch his face or hair) that you messed around with his hair

❤BEELZEBUB

Lets be honest guys... Beel isnt the sharpest tool in the shed... but that doesnt mean he doesnt notice weird stuff going on, he just doesnt put that much brain into it

He does get sad when you dissapear his food though, he will confront you about it when you reveal yourself as the mastermind behind it all.

If you kept the food somewhere please give it back to him, he's hungy

If you are to kiss him dont expect him to react all flustered, at most he'll be very confused for where it came from

💜BELPHEGOR

Kick him, push him off his bed do it

Ok no but seriously he will definetely be get angry if his naptime is interupted... which is why i want you to do so >:))

Once he gets upset enough to give up on finding his stuffies and not being able to sleep in peace give him a lil kiss, he'll get more confusion than before

Once you confess he'll confront you about interupting his naptime and you'll be punished by becoming his new pillow

This punishment will go on until you give his pillows and stuff back

🤎DIAVOLO

Well if it isnt a busy day today for the prince... why dont we make it harder for him

First get rid of his pen while he is working on his paper work, then misplace said paperwork and then-

He's gonna be so confused for the first couple of pranks but it wont be long before he figures out its just someone being invisble

The lil kiss on the cheek confirms to him his thoughts and he finally figures out its just you

"This is all silly MC but maybe its time we transform you back to normal- wait... i have an idea" *proceeds to dump you the best prank idea he can come up with*

💚BARBATOS

Knew someone had become invisible when he noticed his cooking utensiles dissapeared, thanks to you charming giggles he knew it was you

Inmediately says your name and asks you to hand his stuff back, im sorry but its hard to trick the more serious demons they just know

Gives you a good pat in the back once the spell runs our and you become visible again

💙SIMEON

Is very confused as to why he just got a slap on the back of his head. For a moment he fears he made god pissed off and these inconveniences are his temporal punishment

Whisper to him about his lovely shoulders, nothing menacing or honry, just a nice compliment, thanks to your previous actions he'll be even more confused than before.

"Wasnt MC just behind me? Am i hearing things now? Maybe luke was right and im using those headphones he gave me wrong.."

Relaxes once its just you, which is exactly why you should comment on his shoulders again

Im not doing well with the questionable fashion sense most angels seem to have right now thats why i keep bringing up his shoulders

🤍LUKE

Steal his hat! Steal his hat! STEAL HIS HAT!

The amount of pranks you can make on the baby are infinite- oh... im sorry... do you NOT find hilarious children being pranked and annoyed!??

Will get m a d when he finds out it was you all along, goes full on chiwawa (or however you write that) mode onto you

You better make him happy again, how DARE you make him cry! Me? I insisted you did so many pranks on him?? Nice try reader but you cant blame your actions onto others like that 👀....

🖤SOLOMON

His soul finally left his body and Thirteen finally got to claim it after so many years

But seriously, you dissapearing right infront of him like that has ruined him. At least he knows what spell it was, but the mystery is how he'll know where youre at now? You could easily just walk away from him as he performs the spell to get you back to normal

After a long day of pretty much hunting you like a cryptid-hunter, he finally gets to rest once youre visible again

"MC im so sorry that wasnt meant to happen" "what do you mean that wasnt that bad?" "Ooh... wanna become invisible again?"

[spacesurfing]

Ma'am, may I please get a crumb of Luke fic 🥺 (maybe even a Dark Prince Luke fic?)

YES! YES YOU MAY! I HAVE MISSED WRITING SPECIFICALLY LUKE SO MUCH!!

•--•

The Redress

Imperial Prince!Luke Skywalker x Reader Fluff

Summary: Your past wedding wasn't enough for him, the way it happened and the scene you were in. He needed more, he wanted you to have more.

Warnings: fluffff, suggestive tone in one piece of dialogue

GIF NOT MINE!!

•--•

"What's troubling you?" you asked, placing your fork down, handle against the edge of your plate with pasta still rolled around the bottom of the forked edges.

Your dress billowed off your arms, the close to transparent fabric dyed a deep, royal blue, same as the ones that flowed over the black silk underneath it, torso a solid black color with embroidered golden edges.

Luke had handpicked your gown, chose the restaurant you sat at accordingly to you, the prettiest scenery in the open air balcony. And he picked the prettiest place to stay, a cottage in his family name, two stories tall and cozy. It was secure in the woods alone, forests only packed with deer, wild foxes, birds, tame animals.

The lush forest of Batuu, accompanied with a village outside of the secluded foliage helped him finalize his idea. He knew the way you were, the way you wanted cozy and quiet, but not completely alone. Much different from his father, he learned to respect your never-ending want to see life and watch things, and others, grow.

You were the soft part of the Empire, as his dad put it. But everything evil had a soft spot. And everything Luke was made of didn't allow him to hide his own - being you.

He sighed and planted his elbow on the table, resting his cleft chin on his hand and let his index finger run across the scar that trailed over his lips. A bad habit he developed when he got nervous.

"I want to speak to you about something. It's very last minute, and you might not be ready for something like this and-"

You interrupted him, "Did the Emperor want a heir already?"

"I- No!" Luke said, blushing intensely, something you didn't see too often, "No, I want to.. correct our wedding. I want to do it our way. Well- technically it would be my way but you've spoken about your ideal wedding before. I just want you to be happy with it. Happier."

You looked at him with pure shock. You'd remembered the pain that went through your heart one day when your mind started running a million miles and hour. And when Luke had sensed it, sniffed it out and hunted you down to ask what could be wrong, you'd confessed to him. You confessed that you wanted something more real, where you could actually feel the wind billow in your hair and your dress. And so you could feel like you weren't being watched.

You wanted it to be you and him. In a secluded place with high trees and friendly animals and plants surrounding you. You told him you wanted something beautiful, something original. And he would do anything to make his beloved princess happy.

And he had just made you so happy, knowing that the event would be happening soon. Knowing that he meant this place. It was mid-day, and maybe that's why he had taken you to eat so early on. Everyone would be settling in a few hours, leaving the trees near your cottage alone for good that day.

You had never interrogated Luke on who he talked to, but you should've known when you'd overheard him ask for Sarah, the woman who ran all of your wardrobe decisions with yourself and Luke included, that he had a plan unfolding.

Your heart skipped a beat. Of course Luke listened to you, you should've known he would. He never settled for hearing you say you wanted something. He would only settle if you had it. His determination made you soften inside.

"Really? When is it? Is it soon?" you asked, face lit up with interest, watching your whole self begin to smile.

Luke laughed at the way your eyes locked onto his own, watching him like he created every planet, every sun and every moon. Like he created every star and starship in the sky.

"When do you want it to happen, we are here for a few days, you can have control over our plans from here on, my dove," he spoke evenly, lifting his head from his hand and letting it rest on the table, waiting for yours to rest intertwined with his own.

You rested your hand in his and watched your grin become contagious.

"Would you- Can we do it today? Would you want to do it today?" you asked, hoping that if he were to say anything, it would not be a no. Your heart took a pause before you saw something flicker in his crystalline blue eyes, spiked deeper shades in the irises.

His eyes had softened, "I was hoping you would say something like that."

His hand reached up to brush hair behind your ear, running the side of his finger over the cartilage and flitting over your jawline, "Maker, I will forever muse over how gorgeous you are. When they told me about you, how you were the most beautiful girl on Tatooine I almost laughed because I didn't think it was possible. And when I saw you, I wanted to laugh harder because you were the most beautiful girl in the galaxy. It was ridiculous how they could undermine your beauty."

You felt your cheeks start to hurt, so tensed from the smile that you couldn't seem to swipe away. You wished there was a way to describe how it felt like you were swallowing down your pulse, how your head felt like it was being turned inside out , wrung out like a wash-cloth. And the way your muscles seemed to warm with a want to reach over and kiss him.

You kissed his finger, grabbing his hand to kiss each and every one of them. Fading into reality, you looked around the empty balcony before resuming to your food, flashing your lover a quick smile.

And once again. It was a contagious smile.

•--•

You slipped the dress on, your gut clenching with guilt at the fact that outside, the dress could collect dirt from the hardened ground. But when you called to Luke to tell him that, he only brushed off your concern and assured you that the Empire has cleaned worse.

You had flats on, easier to walk in. And seeing them didn't matter much because Luke would be the only eyes. You had left your hair down, treating it a way you so pleased. And then you took a moment, looking at yourself in the full-body mirror set in the cottage. You looked... gorgeous, even to yourself. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you felt the urge to rush to Luke, who was outside the door.

How many times had you truly felt this... pretty? You can't recall, all you can recall is the fact that you hadn't felt this way in that cold, holoprojected room with its holoprojected walls and its holoprojected wind.

You hated being in that room, where Vader could watch his son get married to a bride from a planet that he used to reside. In the place that wasn't truly real, just a video on a wall. You didn't want to pretend to get married on that stone ledge on Naboo. You wanted to get married here, alone with your lover.

You stepped outside into the pouring rays of light. Planets seemed the brightest when the sun was setting, pulled streaks of yellow bursting through the trees like they had something to say to you. And they must've been speaking to Luke. Because when you turned your head to him, he almost looked entranced.

You see the gold light flashing over his back, wrapping him in this warm glow that you'd never seen him in. And he's gorgeous. He's so fucking gorgeous, awestruck like he was watching a goddess float down from the heavens above, bringing this halo down with her. And the halo hugged him, wrapping around his waist and his arms and embracing his legs like they begged to be worshipped. The way his scar was brightened, in the shadow but still clearer than it's ever been. It made him even more the handsome.

How was he allowed to be so perfect? How was he allowed to love you when his flaws made him even more perfect?

You made your way towards him without even commanding your feet to move, body begging you to touch him, see him up close, make sure he was real.

"Y/n," he spoke, voice cracking off at the end. Luke wasn't one to say your name a lot, he loved the pet names that he gave you and he loved the way you reacted to them with warmth.

His eyes sparkled with the call of your name, shining this bright blue that seemed like it could cut glass, scar others. But to you, oh to you they traced the contours of your face with their sharp edges. They shred your hair into the tiny strands they were and watch it flow with grace. Luke's eyes were shallow pools, ones that narrowed into a lake when his enemies threatened him.

And to him, you were the hard push of winds, shoving sand at him. Only when you were with him did that blue become so shallow, collect so much surface.

You neared him, smiling so widely, grabbing him by the forearms. The texture of his sleeves underneath your finger reminded you of his status. Of how important he truly was. Yes, he had always been important to you, but he was important to so many more people. He was important to his father, to his legacy, to the Empire.

But in his eyes, you only saw your own reflection.

"Luke," you slid your hands down his arms, gliding over the delicate cuffs and clutched his hands in yours. You felt bare skin against your own, a fact that made you beam with joy. His fingernails were cut down and manicured, hands smooth even through all the callouses that the lightsaber hilt should have applied.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered. His voice was gentle, like you'd disappear if his tone had raised. You left out an equally as gentle laugh puff out of your lungs, feeling your face warm at his compliment. He had never failed at making you blush.

You opened your eyes, seeing his cheeks dusted pink, scar crinkling with his skin as he let his smile shine, straight teeth blaring the color white.

You leaned in, kissing the cleft in his chin twice, looking up at him from such a close angle almost didn't allow you to see him through your eyelashes at all. But you knew that this was the reason. The reason why you loved him so much because of this close perspective of the man you had already married so many months ago. He was someone that brought genuine safety to you, even when he was angry he always made you feel comfortable. When you were this close, being able to inhale his exhales, you knew you could truly never be safer. He was where you belonged and felt comfortable with.

"I swear to you, my whole lifeline, my star that shines through the night, that if there was another life that I couldn't live with you, I'd hate it. You are what I fight to keep, what I fight to protect. As... cruel as it may sound, to me there are no lives I fight for if they aren't your own. If anything were to happen to you, I do not know what I would do," he spoke, holding your hands tightly, "My future is clear to me where we stand. If anything were to happen, if you wanted something more, or something less, I'd leave the Empire to give that life to you. If you begged me to stay here, or to not return to the Death Star, I wouldn't deny you."

You leaned up to press your forehead to his. His hair tickled you, a fresh smile on your face.

"Oh Luke," you said. He opened his eyes, looking at you with something like childish wonder. The way you said his name so softly always sent him spiraling.

"I had often heard your name on Tattooine. It was a small town where a lot of word got around. Divorces, marriages, pregnancies, new hires, it always spread fast. And the Empire spread faster. When they had said that the Emperor found his son, that he was handsome and powerful, all the girls gushed over you. And I'll admit, I was jealous I would never be able to grab your attention like they could have."

Luke pressed a kiss to your lips, "I assure you, you outshine every face I've seen."

You giggled, "But- But I remember when that hysteria went away and everyone started looking at the people around them. I was with this boy, and he treated me the best someone could get on that sandy planet; he apologized when he felt like it, he left when he wanted to and he argued with me only to shut down every opinion I had. And I thought that's how life was meant to be. I thought that loving meant to listen and wait. But you've made me realize- there is so much more. You are so much more than I ever could have wanted. I love you, Luke Skywalker. I love you."

Your prince, ever so stoic, ever so elegant. Ever so respected. Yet he melted in your hands, at your words. He removed his hands from yours and planted them on your face before kissing you passionately, lips molding in a kiss so fervent that the ground around you wanted to shake.

I love you. His response echoed through the caverns of you mind.

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Masterlist

[cebwrites]

What are your fave op ships?

good question! i don't think i have any canon/canon ships that i'm nearly as attached to as my oc/canon ones but hmmm off the top of my head in no particular order- (i definitely rambled too much omggg 🏃‍♂️💨💨)

ZoSan: my first introduction to OP through doujin of all things when I was younger lol, my feelings towards these characters have morphed and changed and complicated over the years (regards to Sanji in particular), I have a lot to say both good and some bad about them but at the end of the day I'll always have a soft spot for curly and marimo in this little heart of mine, they're my old reliable <3

PenShach: I'm a sucker for childhood friends to lovers lmao, they've been glued to each other's sides through hell or high water (literally, with the tsunami that killed their respective parents), having their backs when things got rough at home with Shachi's aunt and uncle, swearing their loyalty to this weird kid who both beat them up for bullying an innocent polar bear and saved their lives, stumbling ass backwards through their attractions to other people, each other, and Penguin's gender - it's a sweet idea 💕

KilKidd: similar to PenShach in that they grew up together and learned to get along when they had no one but each other to rely on but on top of that also the absolute devotion and unwavering trust a first mate can have in his captain, the resolve to stick by him til the bitter end 🥹

Frobin: two jaded, hurt people doomed by fate and circumstance who are ultimately bound to one another and decide to build their way out of a shitty situation together, stronger - the fact that they're a little "older" as well (even though early-mid 30s shouldn't be considered old at all) but still managing to experience all these giddy, happy feelings you'd only expect from adolescence is very important to me 🥺💕 (they're also t4t bi4bis)

UsoNami: kids drawn to the open sea by a dream and realizing immediately that they were WAY in over their heads but bond over being the 'weakest links' in their group despite holding immeasurable value to the SHs in their specialized skills and friendships, they've also just always had a cute kind of chemistry that I like - girlboss with the silly guy who makes her laugh (also bi4bis but aside from Usopp I think Nami would be disinterested in guys entirely)

I like SmoAce, AceSan, and DeuAce all for different reasons - smug punk getting on an older man's last nerve every single day and babygirling the hell out of him at the same time, the push and pull/taboos of a pirate x marine dynamic, how both of them are a little dissatisfied with their lot in life (constantly being on the run with no place to return to, having to answer to uncaring and at worst outright cruel higherups that cared none for what their so-called "Justice" actually meant) and find comfort in each other for what few, temporary chances they get - Sanji's bisexual awakening/the immediate angst in the wake of Marineford and what that means for the feelings he has no where to put now because Ace always said it for him (because he was too scared to on his own) - that sweet sweet first mate/captain dynamic I love 😩👌 + I kind of like the Spade pirates as they were before joining WB and all, I want to know more about the people Ace deliberately chose to surround himself with rather than the family he was adopted into

honorable mentions go to: SmoDra, BartoCav, DraKoby, DraZo, YamaAce, KilZo, whatever ship name Blue Gilly and Ideo have, IcePaulie, CrocoDaz, CoraBug, and Bege/Chiffon (literally married) no detailed reasons for why I like them, i just think they're cute for a one off thing/in general or have a good dynamic <33

additionally, i don't really like pairing law with anyone but my oc, sorryyy 〒▽〒

[transformersloversworld]

I finally watched all the new Earthspark episodes! Yay! 🎉 And I have some thoughts from right after watching them to share. It will contain spoilers and it will be chaotic:

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Before I started watching I was worried that I forgot the vibe of the previous episodes but I didn't have time to rewatch them so I decided to just watch the new ones... And I'm riGHT BACK INTO MY EARTHSPARK HYPERFICSATION YAY!

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Megatron: No one has ever asked me that before.

My heart : *melts*

That scene reminded me how much I love this guy <3 Good to know more of his backstory.

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They made Tarantulas... "Normal". And I actually like him. He's not my fave but I can't help but like him. I'm more familiar with BW Tarantulas but from what I know his Earthspark version is quite different from both IDW and BW. But that's cool. Nice to see new view on already existing characters.

Speaking of... I really enjoy Earthspark version of Bumbleebee. Usually he was the ''young and unmature one" but here he really has a vibe of a guy with mid-life crisis who doesn't want to accept how old he really is.

Thay scene where he was eager to be interviewed by Jawbreaker until JB mentioned thay Bee made the mistake and had to choose a new altmode again so he threw him out of the barn made me laugh out loud 😂 And the one where Bee was chilling with Alex during no-school-day was so sweet ☺️

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I didn't expect Breakdown to be introduced as Bumblebee's "brother". And I didn't expect to feel all these feeling after watching that episode. It hit hard 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

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I like how the producers managed to balance having so many characters and giving them enough screentime to make them interesting and complex characters. Really good job. No one feels to be left behind in my opinion.

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The bear episode was nice. Dorothy is amazing - a great mother and a great soldier. The whole Malto family is just amazing. I love them.

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THE FLOWERS. THE FLOWERS. THE FLOWERS LIKE IN THE COMICS! That episode killed me. I loved it. More backstory. More Megatron. More feelings 🥺😭😍

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The last two episodes... Woah. It's getting darker and darker... But the family gets stronger 💪 I can't wait to see where this story will go... So far it's just getting better and better.

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And the last thing: Poor Bumblebee. I hope he will get his well deserved rest 🥺 his small snore at the end was kinda cute ☺️😆

[livingislands]

Could I hear about your interpretation of dad The Butcher? I just love your found family headcanons. 🥺

Oh abso-fucking-lutely I have so much for this man

(also side note I love the analysis you do like 10/10 amazing beautiful jaw-dropping awe-inspiring I constantly have it on my mind)

With The Butcher, it was one of the most seamless transitions.

He had always cared for Wordgirl, or at the very least gotten along with her the best out of all the villains. During battles the two often talked about their day, what's on their mind, or what's bothering them that caused today's crime/outburst. The other listened attentively and tried giving the best advice they could with the limited knowledge they could. Whenever Wordgirl had something troubling on her mind, especially when it came to her family, she nearly made a beeline to Butcher's home, knocking on his door and ready to spill today's worries. Butcher never minded, letting her in as she made herself comfortable in the arm of his rickety couch. Sometimes he'd be moving around his house as she rambled, other times he'd make himself comfortable on the rest of the couch as she rested her head on his. He'd rest his arm on her, allowing her to play and fiddle with his fingers(which he still can't get over that they're bigger than her entire hand). It was comforting.

Other times, The Butcher invited her out to dinner when the two had no plans for the day. Their favorite (well, his favorite) place to go was at the meat themed restaurant. Aside from its menu being primarily meat and meat based products, it was close by and cheap enough that he could take her there every week without worrying too much.

It took her some convincing as she often turned him down. What surprised him wasn't because he was a villain, but she didn't want to feel like a burden on him. He didn't know if she knew about his financial struggles or if she just constantly had that on her mind (which worried him further, little kids shouldn't be worrying about that) but he was firm and assured her it was no problem as he wouldn't have invited her had he not wanted to. The first time the two had gone into the restaurant, they received confused glances from the customers, but Butcher glared back and they quickly looked away.

They had gotten into their seats, Butcher having pulled out a chair for Wordgirl to sit on which she happily plopped onto. They ordered their food (where once again Butcher encouraged her to get something she wanted, rather than something cheap) and they dug in.

As if starving, Becky began scarfing down her food. She had gotten an assortment of sea food, but she was especially voracious with the crab legs. The lobster cracker was cast to the side as she opted for her canines, sharp enough that it pierced through the shell no problem. Butcher just stared at her till she stopped mid crunch, looking her violet eyes with his maroon ones. Slowly, she pulled the cracked leg from her mouth and looked away. Butcher just laughed, patting her on the back and commenting that he's glad she's enjoying the food so much. She smiled sheepishly before going back to her crab legs, a bit slower this time. He smiled before turning back to his own food.

After dinner(in which he had to distract Wordgirl so he could pay himself, instead of splitting the bill like she demanded) , the two made their way out and into the open street. Butcher thought that was the end of their day together, till he felt a hard tug on his hand. He looked down, and there he saw a little girl jumping up and down in delight as she points to a distant ice cream store, asking if he could take her there next.

It was hard, sometimes, to remember that his nemesis was a little girl at the end of the day.

He smiled and urged her to head on ahead, not realizing that she'd squeeze his hand harder as she all but dragged him to the store. She ordered her flavors and toppings to her hearts delight. Not once, did she let go of his hand, and Butcher couldn't help but smile.

It only grew from there. She constantly held onto his hand or arm, sat atop his shoulders, and was just generally on him in general. Her favorite thing to do was to cling onto his arm as if she was a koala, and he'd just respond by gently swaying his arm back in forth, watching her sway in delight.

He still remembers the first time he called her "pumpkin". It was weird, just how naturally it rolled off his tongue. He had no children, nor did he have any nieces or nephews which would explain his natural affectionate nature with her (his father's emotionally distant nature didn't help either) yet with her it was so easy.

The two were walking down the street when her eyes locked onto a unicorn figurine. She squealed, jumping up and down as she pulled on his arm, begging that he'd get it for her. He raised his brows in amusement, before answering "Alright, pumpkin. You go in there and get yourself that little pony" sending her off into the store. He didn't realize what he said until a few minutes after she acquired her figurine. He didn't have time to process what he said as she threw her arms around him, squeezing him as hard as she could. She thanked him repeatedly, so much that had he not knew she didn't need oxygen he would've been concerned she'd passed out from lack of air. He got on his knees and hugged her back, his arms enveloping her. He mumbled, "no problem sweetie" so quiet even he barely heard himself.

He had forgotten she had super-hearing, and if he felt drops of water on his shirt, he paid no mind to it.

From then on the affection just skyrocketed because I get to project here you'll never take me alive.

Like all the cheek kisses, forehead kisses, he'd hug her then just smother her with kisses and annoy her by rubbing his stubble against her and she just giggles and laughs. Sometimes she'd just come over and immediately make a beeline to his bed because it's a California king and it's the comfiest thing ever. He thinks it's cute till she sleeps dead in the center of the bed. He doesn't have the heart to wake her so he just rolls her to the side and makes himself comfortable on the bed, letting her nuzzle against his chest as she drifts off to sleep.

ALSO he absolutely loves cooking and always makes sure to make extra in case she comes over. She loves every dish he makes and even learned some of the simpler recipes from helping him cook.

The villains complain that he's wayyyy to soft on her, but he can't hear them over the sounds of the carnival they're going to and the corn dogs they're eating right now.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Heyyy so i have a obi wan x reader request where they are secretly dating bc of the council and one night they just share passionate love with each other and then they Show their scars to each other and just being soft

I LOVE THIS ONE 🥺@agirlwithanpureheart

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x GN Reader

Description: After being together You and Obi Wan show each other your scars and love for each other

You're not just someone

You and Obi Wan have been together for 8 months being careful not letting anyone especially the council know of your relationship because the ridiculous attachment rule smiling when you see him walking to you after talking with Anakin about their mission, he smiles seeing you pointing to the balcony a few feet away walking out looking at the sky occasionally at each other before he puts his hand on yours. "Care to join me?" he says leaving and going to his quarters, you both walk in him changing in the other room, when he comes back the two of you drink tea while talking and laughing until you fixed your shirt when he noticed a scar on your shoulder "What's that?" he asks following his line of sight realizing he was looking at an old scar from a mission when you were still a padawan. You sighed taking a deep breath before looking back at him seeing a look of patience and wondering "Me and my master were on a mission when I was a padawan we got surprised by maul before...you lost Qui Gon" the look in his eyes changed you looked at the floor until you felt his hand caress the side of your face, "I never knew that" he says as you turn and look at him as tears built in your eyes "I wish I could say that's the only one..but it's not" you said looking at obi wan seeing how much he was not only listening but also had a look of understanding and love on his face. He slowly stands infront of you reaching his hand to the door using the force to lock it and turning the lamp nearby down just a little causing you to look curious while still waiting "I never thought i'd let anyone see these...but you're not just anyone" he says turning his back to you taking his shirt off putting it on the couch as you look to see scars of different lengths and signs of healing some even overlapping each other making you feel hurt and heart broken knowing that they caused him pain in more than one way, the tears you held back now flowed down your face taking a breath he turns around showing you more scars on his torso and chest seeing how he looks down at them with a look you're all to familiar with looking at your own scars, you walk to him slowly reaching your hand toward a scar on his mid hip being careful incase it was still healing you touch and trace it with your finger. You look and trace others asking if they hurt to be touched he steps away taking his pants off showing more mostly small ones on his legs "I know they seem scary at first" he says rubbing your arm as you look then stop at the scar on his chest ending under his left collarbone, you lean in and lightly kiss it while caressing his face "They don't scare me" you said taking your pants off showing the scars and burn on your legs causing you to close your eyes to keep from just leaping into his arms, you take a deep breath holding it taking your shirt off turning away from him your shirt now on the floor hugging your arms to your chest not wanting to look him in the eye you shiver when you feel his hands wrap around your waist as he leans his head on your back rubbing his thumb on your hip. Your body relaxed and releasing the breath you held in "I thought someone...wouldn't love me because of scars" obi wan raised his head kissing behind your ear then he started tracing and kissing the scars on your back until he got to the biggest and last one straight down the middle of your back "I never want any of this with no one but you" he said kissing up your back "I love you" you said turning around with tears down his face."You're not just someone" you said kissing each other him laying you on the bed "I love you" he said as the two of you make love to each other the rest of the night. You hold each other him sleeping as you kiss the scar on his chest falling asleep after,he wakes up seeing you asleep right after "You're my forever" he says kissing a scar above your right breast falling back asleep just holding each other.

[imaginethreehouses]

Hi! I saw that your matchups were open so I hope you don’t mind doing mine for male characters (one of each house? If you only do one per request, then just one in general in fine!) I use she/her pronouns! I have rose pink hair reaching to my mid-back and drown brown hair. I stand at 5ft and am left handed. I’m a Sun Capricorn, Moon Virgo, Rising Leo and an ISTP.

Most people think I’m quiet and polite upon first impressions, so they tend to be surprised when I’m with my friends and Im here bullying and gaslighting the living shit out of them. I’m told that I’m a blunt person, not in the mean way, but just speaking the truth when a person is in trouble and needs to see reality kind, apparently. I’m a very sarcastic person and am definitely a bad influence. I don’t tend to talk about myself much. I’m really bad at giving compliments and don’t tend to stress much. I don’t like seeming week or stupid, so I tend to act like a know-it-all as I try to hide my flaws, tho it has gotten to the point where a friend asked if I’ve ever cried once in my life which really hurt.

Anyway lol, I was a music oriented person, having played the piano mainly for over 12 years, violin, and guitar but it was never a passion of mine so I kinda dropped it. I love writing, drawing, and playing mostly JRPG games. I eat a lot lol, but I guess it’s better to describe it as I only get full when eating too much of one food since I get tired of it, and am a fast eater. I also have the humor of a 10-year-old boy with plenty of Your Mom and That’s what she said jokes.

Hey!! Sure, you can request one of each house, it's no problem! It actually makes it easier for me in a way because I'm always worried the people I write for will hate the match I pick? 😅 Now I have three tries. Also, I hope you mean bullying/gaslighting your friends in a figurative/exaggerated sense? I'm autistic and pushing 30 so I'm not always sure what younger people mean these days when they say these things LOL. Anyway! I hope you like the matches 🥰

From the Blue Lions, I match you with... Sylvain! ❤

Look no further. He's the one who'd be laughing his ass off at a "that's what she said" joke in the middle of a war council meeting.

Sylvain needs someone to be blunt with him and tell him how things are once in a while. Pretty frequently, actually. All the time, maybe, even.

He's often taken for someone with no feelings because of the way he acts, so he would get really angry if he sees someone do the same to you.

Sylvain would be the biggest fan of your writing, he would go as far as to draw terrible quality fanart of it.

If video games existed in Fódlan you can bet Sylvain would spend at least 3 hours a day gaming.

He's got his issues but I think the two of you could eventually fit together nicely!

From the Black Eagles, I match you with.... Caspar! ❤

I think he'd be another fellow 'fine' humor enjoyer and chaos wrecker 🤭

He'd support you so much in dropping what wasn't making you happy and going for what you really enjoy!

He'd think you're not that interesting upon first impression, then be delighted to learn what you truly are like when he sees you around your friends.

He might not really get your sarcasm sometimes and just get things comically wrong as a result. Feel free to either have mercy or mercilessly tease.

From the Golden Deer house, I match you with... Claude! ❤

Sorry, I think this pretty much completes the holy trinity of the "that's what she said" kind of humor fe3h guys 🤭

I think Claude would also enjoy gaming a lot. He is also a musical person though, so he would bug you endlessly when he inevitably decides that he wants to learn to play violin and piano.

Despite all his dreams and the complicated politics he's involved with, at heart he's a guy who loves to play jokes and tease. You'd fit together quite nicely!

This is completely unrelated to any of what you said but I think Claude is pretty much the best cuddler in the whole game. I can't explain it but IDK look at that gif up there, he looks so soft? 🥺

Bonus friendship match! From the Church of Seiros: Catherine!

[chateautae]

Hey Sammy, just wanted to send you this because I have officially finished the MID series after staying up until 4am to absorb every single word of that masterpiece - I have an exam tomorrow and I’m in so much trouble lol because everything I just read is going to be playing over in my head for the LONGEST TIME 😭 gosh you just have the most amazing ability to write such beautiful scenes- my favourites being when Tae comes back home to hear she’s been out in the garden and the way he hurriedly runs out to see her 🥺 that whole period of reader becoming more and more depressed and Tae’s unwavering love and my heart brOke when he caught her trying to leave and it rlly reminded me how much character development he’s undergone and AH - you got me crying a whole ocean let me tell you- I always screenshot parts that I wanna go back and read and my whole camera roll is just FULL of MID now lol I’m so in love with this series- plus where he comforts her panic attack by talking to her about her art - UGDHDHDHD🥺 as an artist myself I was so 🥲🥲 I relate to her character so much I felt so protective over her :’-) - oh and the smut scenes - DONT EVEN GET ME STARTEDDDD - after reading this all day it got to a point where reader and Tae get back after their argument with both of their parents in the study and he goes ‘I need to fk you senseless’ and I was jUST - nope nope I have to go take a cold shower this is too MUCH DJHDJDH BUT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE - you are an absolute God at writing spice scenes and I won’t ever stop saying it 🤚🏻 all of that and then the humour also😭 what can you not do - The both of them fking at Jin’s daughters birthday party had me laughing SO MUCH LMAO, JIN YELLING FROM THE OTHER SIDE I CANT - and their phone call to Jimin with the guys in the car during their jacuzzi shenanigans- Jungkook cracks me up lmao - and the ‘who’s the loudest’ argument with jk at the announcement party along with Jimin and Tae being chased JDBDJDBDBDBD - ugh if only I had the time to analyse every single section because it deserves all that and MORE - you really did it with this one - the ending paragraph describing what love is literally made me tear up, as if I wasn’t crying already - I can’t wait to read your upcoming projects, I read you’re planning on a peaky blinders au and I almost BURST - that’s been my favourite show since it was released and Tae as Tommy???? Go ahead and destroy me already OSHDJDHDJD J NEED IT SO BAD, I was already planning on drawing them all as peaky blinders characters but hearing that a writer as talented as you is doing that in writing form?? I’m so fkn excited - I hope you’re doing well, thank you for blessing us with this story <3333

OMG LOVES first of all i hope your exam went well!! PLEASE these words are so so sweet my love, I'm so touched hearing i wrote anything that could resonate with you! YES i honestly thank one of my best highschool friends for that panic attack scene because whenever i used to have panic attacks he would always ask me about what a pencil does, and he would always calm me down whenever I needed it. NAURRR please this feedback is so so lovely and I'm so happy hearing all those scenes made you happy!! YES YES BANGTAN PEAKY BLINDERS AU COMING TO A THEATRE NEAR YOU ugh i already have their stories planned out too 👀 OMG I'D LOVE TO SEE YOUR ART ONE DAY BUBS TYSM FOR READING!!!

[ruminate88]

Bread Crumbs For Summer

All summer long in 2014, I was confused as to why Andrew would message me “good morning” everyday but yet that was as far as he took it. I even remember one day he wasn’t responding and when I asked what was wrong eventually he responded and apologized, said “his house didn’t get great service because he lived in the country where signals were limited.” I believed him because I didn’t know him.

Andrew would flirt with me, cyber sex with me, send me nudes and call me “cutie” and “gorgeous” but also take hours upon hours to respond. In the mornings he would text me, flirt with me but when I would ask “can we play 21 questions to get know each other?” He would always say “I would love to but I have to get ready to work. Maybe later??” His excuse all summer was “I have to work”. I was getting so tired of it and confused.

Even worse, when my birthday came in August, he messaged me on KiK the day of my birthday and said “Happy Birthday cutie!😘 I hope it’s a good day for you, you deserve it!” I was soooo stunned and confused to how he remembered my birthday when he had been so weird all summer with me, flirting so much but not really taking time to actually get to know me AND wasn’t asking me out. I did think it was very sweet he messaged me Happy Bday to me and in my “normal thinking” I believe he cares. I believe I’m important to him… but after my birthday he was still just flirting and nothing more. I was catching feelings though. I was already too invested to walk away because he was messaging me every day “good morning Cute 😘”

By mid August-the start September, I now had met a super nice guy named “Dillion” from LA, Cali. He was an EMT who drove an ambulance. He would sleeping at the firehouse but be on call and whenever he got a call on his speaker, he had to leave right then!! Dillion would video-Snapchat call me every single night and we would talk, laugh, have video chat sex and just have soooo much fun. Dillon was absolutely great to spend time with. I truly was having a blast but….

Every night I went to bed with Dillion. Sometimes he would get an emergency call and have to leave the call but text me and tell me what the emergency was and say he “missed me” omg that should have made me fall so in love! I should have wanted Dillion!! Sadly; every morning Andrew was there “good morning” AND even though I went to bed texting Dillion, I was waking up just thinking to myself “Oh I want Andrew soooo bad!!” I wanted Andrew in my bed!! I would wake up aching in my chest for him. I would see his “good morning” and smile so much! He wasn’t the one video chatting me and spending time with me. He was the one “bread crumbing” me and yet, he was the one I was attached to. 🥺🥺🥺

I was so torn for weeks! I would play scenarios out in my head about both Dillion and Andrew, wondering how it would play out. Having no idea what to think. Then on a Saturday night, I noticed a guy on Instagram named “Timothy” from New York who was living in Orlando and working at Disney World at the time, was liking so many of my photos and leaving comments on them too. Eventually we went back and forth until we moved over to KiK and finished talking the rest of the night….

Timothy and I continued to chat a lot, as well as I was staying up late with Dillion but always waking up to Andrew. I was beyond torn who to choose. My head was spinning in circles! All 3 men seemed to be kind towards me but yet Andrew was giving me the least amount of attention or conversation but yet I wanted him the most. I literally felt him pulling on my heart strings and felt stuck with him.

The timeline is sightly fuzzy to me, there was so much “confusion” surrounding Andrew but I remember at some point, Andrew started his sophomore year of college and told me he was busy “packing” and was purposely leaving me on read a lot. I was getting fed up but was too attached to walk away. I enjoyed spending time with Dillion and thought Tim was great too but I just couldn’t let go of Andrew.

Andrew finally moved into his first “apartment” and who did he contact? ME 😳 I got a message on KiK out of the blue after him leaving me on read a couple days, he said, “Hey Cutie! I finally moved in to my apartment and I can’t wait for you to check it out!!” Oh I was so very very tempted but I knew then he wanted to hook up and yet I was the one with real feelings.

I finally confronted Andrew and told him, “I don’t wanna just hook up with you, I have actual feelings and if you don’t feel the same, please tell me now.” I told andrew I wanted to be more than friends AND Andrew said he wanted the same!! 🤩 Told me he was too shy to ask me out but that he saw me as more than a friend too and that night wow… We a actually stayed up till 3am on KiK talking and I can’t remember everything he said to me that night but at one point I DO remember him saying to me, “you are so precious to me” wow…. I thought for SURE we were falling in love. I went to bed with the biggest most happiest smile on my face!!

The next morning I woke up to Andrew telling me good morning again and I said to him that I had something to tell him but I was nervous. He asked me to please tell him(I think he knew) and for the first time, I told Andrew “I love you” AND he said it back!!!!!!!!! Wow I was on cloud nine that whole entire weekend! I thought everything was just perfect!! I told both Dillon and Timothy the hard news what I had done that I was in a relationship with Andrew now and I could tell Dillion was disappointed ☹️ I felt so bad but I couldn’t help it!!!! I was under Andrew’s love spell!!

I thought Andrew and I were going to be “sooo happy” but the VERY WEEK following the weekend where we told each other “I love you” for the first time, Andrew DISAPPEARED AND WENT NO CONTACT for a whole entire week!! The abuse had truly begun. I was terrified, wounded deep and was so so very hurt!! I sent Andrew multiple messages trying to understand what was going on, what did I do or say wrong….. Instantly I was “terrified to lose him” and I had no idea it was all part of his “master manipulation” plan to control me and make me super attached with him. He already had me under his “love spell”. I was a COMPLETE MESS!!!!!

[minniepetals]

Oh no oh no oh no now you’ve gotten me hooked on that little genie drabble minnieeeeeeeeeeee 🥺 would it be possible to get a continuation

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17

“Hey, can I have a taste of that?”

Hoseok looks up with narrowed eyes your way. “You’ve never asked for food before.”

“I’m curious,” you say.

“I didn’t know genies could eat human food.” You shrug lightly, eyes solely rested on the spaghetti he’s cooking up so, knowing he can never refuse something from you, Hoseok spins a fork into the pot before hovering it over you. You open your mouth and he feeds you the content. “How is it?”

“Whoa.” Your eyes light up once you finish chewing and swallowing. “I want more!” You quickly turn back to him and he chuckles with amusement at the way the tomato sauce has somehow made its way onto the coner of your lips. “Fourth owner, it’s delicious!”

He goes on to wipe away the sauce with his thumb as you fall excited all over again with your new discovery. “Alright, alright, calm down.”

“How can I calm down when I’ve just had my first human food?! Ahh, I’m gonna go tell the seventh owner about this!”

He laughs when you fly off on your own, always one to report your discoveries back to Jungkook no matter how busy the man is. It’s probably because the maknae never refuses your presence no matter where he is or what he’s doing. He could be in the middle of a meeting and excuse himself for a moment just to indulge in your antics and give you a pat on the head, praising you before returning to his work.

You’re spoiled by him.

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“By the way, you’re rich aren’t you?” Dressed in a causal long white skirt with a pretty blouse, you walk on your two little feet beside Namjoon, pretending to be a human among the humans. Most days you’ll make yourself only appear visible before your owners but today you insisted accompanying Namjoon on his errands.

“Well,” he shrugs as he check his phone, seemingly busy, “I am the boss of a mafia so I can get anything I want at the snap of my fingers.”

“Huh.” You turn around, walking backwards, head tilted to the side as you look around at the humans who’re walking around. “So that’s why the seven of you have literally nothing to wish for. You already have human genies at the expense of your money.” You sigh, turning back to walk right again. “You know I’m starting to get a little bored not granting anyone’s wishes.”

“I thought you enjoyed not doing that.”

“You’re just different, alright?” You pout. “Even though you deal with some illegal things, you’re all better than all my previous owners. They were always greedy and wanted everything I had to list out the rules to them a billion times whenever they wanted to wish for something, and you know! One of them even asked me to have a woman submit to them! How ridiculous is that?!”

From the corner of his eyes, he sees your figure on the verge of floating up in mid-air so Namjoon brings his head to rest on your head, pushing you back on the ground.

“It’s like, they think if they can’t get their way, a wish from a genie will grant all their happiness but maybe if you try being a decent human, they’ll actually have women fawning over them rather than forcing their hearts. I hate humans like that.”

“Uh-huh.” 

You take his hand off your head when you turn to look up at him, thinking that perhaps Namjoon just wants you to stay near him so you resort to holding his hand instead. His followers walking a few feet behind (who has no idea what you’re spewing about), falls confused at the way you casually hold their boss’s hand but when Namjoon does nothing to shake you off, they know they can’t do anything about it.

“So you’re saying there are certain rules that keep you from granting a wish?” He asks and you nod.

“I can’t kill people — I once had a King ask for that but obviously it’s wrong for a supernatural being to get involved with human wars, you know? So never ask me to do something like that, I neither want to do such a job nor is it within my power — though honestly, if you’re a mafia boss, that would mean you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself, right? So it’d be dumb to wish for me to do it because you’re also powerful enough and you have men at your disposal to do something like that. But then again, a literal King, who, mind you, was also quite powerful, had literally asked that of me when he himself could have just…” Realizing you’re falling off to a tangent, you clear your throat as you return to the subject of the matter.

“I also can’t bring back the dead — which can get quite heartbreaking but once someone’s gone, I can’t manipulate with their fate and it’d create a huge problem with the laws of the world. And I also can’t force human feelings like love, for example.”

“...Really?”

“It’d be quite cruel if I could,” you say. “Imagine forcing someone who’s meant to love someone else to love a certain person. I’d ruin their future whether they love their fated ones during their current time or not. Humans are meant to go through different stages in their lives without anyone forcing their hands. That’s why it’s better to wish for materialistic things, that way we don’t mess with the laws of the world and ruin anyone’s lives.”

“Hmm. That makes sense. So then,” you look up at him when he turns to you, “you mentioned the owners can also make a wish to become a genie or set the genie free by wishing for them to become human?”

“Yup!”

“Well then what do you wish for?”

“Huh?”

“Since me and the guys have no need for anything at the moment, do you have anything you want?”

“Me?” You blink, taken back by his question. No one’s ever asked you for such a thing so getting put on the spot like that makes your mind fall blank. “Um…”

“We’ll grant you whatever wish you want.”

“A role reverse huh? Sounds fun,” you grin. “Then…I want to eat human food everyday from now on. Just like my seven owners.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Alright. Consider it done,” he says. “Anything else?”

“I want that!” You point towards a small bakery store that displays a few desserts from their windows.

“Cake?”

“I heard they’re delicious, I wanna try one!”

You look as excited as a little kid he can’t help but want to get you everything your finger points at. “Alright then.”

“Mr. Kim?” 

But just as the two of you were about to walk towards that direction, you hear a voice calling out for Namjoon and you both turn around to find a lady approaching.

She’s pretty, wearing probably high expensive clothing with dress pants, a white blouse, and a blazer jacket hanging over her shoulders. Her sunglasses falls atop the bridge of her nose as she spots the way you’re holding Namjoon’s hand, eyes looking up at her with confusion and naivety, with no chance of letting Namjoon’s hand go.

“Who’s this?” She asks and you note at the way Namjoon hesitates.

Oh crap, you never told him your name. Do you even have a name? All your previous owners have called you genie so even if you did have a name, it’s been centuries since anyone has called you by a proper name so you don’t even remember to think of one.

You’re genie to your owners. Just genie.

But because your current owners are treating you so well and allowing you to roam freely in the human world, you should have known to make up a name for yourself.

But how does one do that?

“A friend of mine,” Namjoon states but her eyes doesn’t look away from the hand holding.

You fall suspicious as to why.

“A friend?” She raises a brow before turning her attention your way. “Any friend of Namjoon’s is a friend of mine. I’m Yoon Seji, you are?”

You stare at the hand that holds out to you, blinking in confusion. You think you’ve seen how this works before. Humans shake hands when they meet one another, don’t they? All you have to do is reach out and hold her hand. Sounds easy, right?

But if you shake her hand, doesn’t that mean you have to introduce yourself? She’s already given you her name so it’ll be your turn if you accept her handshake. But you don’t even have a name to begin with. But it’d be rude to not shake her hand. But you don’t have a name.

Oh god, you’re freaking out.

Namjoon comes to the rescue. “Forgive her, Miss Yoon, my friend here isn’t familiar with such customs. She came to visit from a different country so she does not mean to be rude.”

She blinks. “Handshakes aren’t universal?”

“Not in her country.”

“Where is she from?”

“That is a question she’d rather not disclose.” 

Though her brows fall with suspicion, Yoon Seji decides to not pry any further. “Surely I can get a name, no?”

Why is she so adamant about getting to know you? You feel like this human has something for your first owner but unfortunately for her, he already has your six other owners by his side so she’s too late for that.

You tug onto Namjoon’s arm to beckon him to lean down so he does, lending you his ear. “I don’t have a name,” you whisper to him.

Huh. So that’s why you never introduced yourself formally to them in the first place.

“I apologize, Miss Yoon, but we must get going.”

“W-wait–!”

She doesn’t get to say another word as Namjoon’s already walking off with you in hand.

[nhinxsworld]

ITS THEM but just fluff about them getting older 🥺🥺 Kuroo has his job and they afforded their own home and sighs very sweet

My list uwu

Typing away on his laptop you peeked through his door watching him for a while, he looked busy, working at his desk. His tie discarded on the table, the top two to three buttons of his shirt opened, his hair in a pretty mess as he ran a hand through it. Contemplating if you should be approaching him, you told yourself it be fine "Tetsu."

Looking up he smiles spotting you dropping down his pen leaning back against the chair "Hey babe, you need something?"

Putting your arms around him he smiles, placing a kiss on your hand "Hmm I've been here for a while huh?"

Nodding into his shoudler he hums and pulls you infront of him "Come sit."

Straddling his lap with his hand on your waist he runs his tumb underneath your shirt "What does my princess need?"

"Hmm just want to sit with you." you told him as you leaned into the crock of his neck nuzzling him he smelled nice a mix of his own musk and faint smell of dior savage that you had gotten him, a chuckle escapes his lips before pulling you closer letting you get comfortable "That's it baby?"

A small yes can be heard from you as he pulls himself back to his desk "Okay."

One hand at your neck his fingers scratching your scalp soflty you purred as he continued to read through some documents from work "I've got to make some calls soon though." he says and you nod "S'kay hmm like your voice."

Playing with your hair he nods "I'm sure you do."

"mmh will stay quiet, mmh good girl." you mumbled and he hums "Yes, you are a good girl."

"Now pschtt...I need to do calls." pressing a quick kiss to your cheek he picks up his phone.

Putting on his 'professional' voice you smiled lightly at his tone as you just wrapped your arms around him.

It doesn't take long until he stops playing with your hair having to focus on work getting even closer to the desk so he can write down some stuff.

His attention now fully on his work even with you sitting on his lap, it made you pout and yet proud how serious he is about his job, finding something that shares his love with volleyball.

Just listening to his voice and taking in everything he gives you from his wamrth, his scent to his heartbeat you basked in his presence, when he finally said goodbye and hung up you kissed his neck "I love you."

"Hmm? You love me?" he asked amused as he dots down one last point before his hands are back on you, nodding in his shoudler before looking up "Hmmm, love you."

Cupping your face in his hands he brings you in for a kiss, when he pulls back he has that soft look in his eyes his tumbs brushing so soflty over your cheeks "I love you. My sweet girl. What did I do to deserve you hmm?"

Another kiss placed to your forehead as you smiled all giddly from his touch and words "Hmm eveything."

He just laughs "Oh doll, I'd truly do everything as long as I can be with you. Healthy and happy as we are now."

Brushing some hair out of your face to look at you better he coos "my pretty girl."

Peppering his face with kisses, you can see a blush appear on his features making you proud with a hand on his beating heart. His heart racing just like yours.

"You still think I'm pretty?" you asked him soflty remembering the high-school days where he'll call you all the sweetest nicknames, in the world. Not like he doesn't do it anymore, he has just decided for his favorites.

He looks at you with a fond smile, eyes full of love, like he has never held something so precious in his arms "I think you're beautiful. Though pretty girl has a nicer ring to it doesn't? Unless you want to be called my beautiful but I'd like to hold that until we're maybe mid 30 or 40. I don't know yet."

You giggled at his words cupping his face in your hands "Mid 30? Mid 40?"

He nods leaning into your hand letting you stroke your fingers over his face, he is handsome, he's always been and everyday you see him is a reminder.

It's precious how his hair still looks so messy and cute when it's not styled for work, wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled at the ends of his soft locks playing with them "hmmm...or what? You don't plan to stick with me for that long? Then I'd like you to get of my lap."

He has never lost his teasing nature and his boyish charm, even now in his twenties, actually he might be have become more of confident tease.

Though before you could even whine and complain his phone rings, playfully rolling his eyes he gave you a shrug before picking up.

The call doesn't seem to hold much significance as his attention still seems to be on you, a heart drawn on the palm of your hand before he places his lips to it, humming into the phone like he cared about the person on the other line.

Until he halts his body posture going from relaxed to tense sitting straight up gripping his phone tightly "What?"

Looking at him worried his vision was just straight ahead of his monitor screen before he opened his calendar "Yeah. It works."

A grin spreading across his face "Great, yeah I'll come by tomorrow to discuss it all out. Thank you, Goodbye."

Throwing his phone on the table he looks right back at you with excitement and he just presses a giddly kiss to your lips you can feel him smiling, not able to hold your own, you grinned into it.

You smiled too, how could you not when he seems so happy. When he holds you so thightly gripping on to you, so thrilled to share his emotions.

When he finally pulled back with a laugh "I got the damn promotion, fuck the other guy I hated him."

His words made you grunt out such an ugly laugh, but it's delightful to see him like this "That's great Tetsu, I'm happy for you."

Your Tetsu is warm, he is everything you could wish for and more. In his arms you felt the safest with him you felt the happiest. Each accomplishment he reached he'd share with you, with such a huge dorky grin on his face as if you two had accomplished together.

You remembered during his volleyball games each time he'd score, each time he'd won he'd look for you and smile like an exited kid 'did you see? it's for you baby! Isn't your boyfriend the coolest?'

When he graduated college, when he first got his job he always came running to you wrapping his arms around your body giving you a kiss, before telling you the news.

Some things don't seem to change and you really wish they never change.

"I want to stick with you foreverr." you told him and he'd laugh "What now that got my promotion and can take care of you?"

You rolled your eyes at his words "Yeah Tetsu be my sugar daddy, I want to be a trophy wife."

"On top of being my girlfriend and my pup you want to be my sugar baby and my trophy wife?" he asks and you just nod leaning against his chest drawing on it "Yeah."

"I see what I can do about the wife part, baby." he smiles pressing a kiss to your hair, making you blush.

Coming home later from work than epxected and then being forced to come along with his coworkers for 'bonding' experience was annoying. First of all he doesn't even like drinking that much and second he is already late and now he'll be even later at home.

God he felt sick drinking on an almost empty stomach so he could hurry home, it was a tiring day he felt like he could pass out on the train home.

He already told you he'd come home late and that you should eat before him, do something else, and if you're tired to just not wait up for him.

So he doesn't expect their home to feel warm and smell nice with the lights still on, he doesn't expect to hear the ruckus in the kitchen before you came out running to him "Tetsu! You're home earlier than expected!" you beamed throwing yourself against him.

It takes a moment in his head to proceed the things before he wraps his arms around you his fingers playing with the bow of the apron you had on "You feel cold." you grumbled pulling back "Come on, go change. I haven't finsihed yet because you said you'd come late, I expected somewhat later." you giggled before pushing him to go change out of his office clothes you had long riden him of his coat.

He still feels a little lightheaded, not from the alcohol but from what has happened since he's got home.

Getting out suit and tie putting on a shirt and some pants, freshening up just a tad bit before walking to where he assumed you'd be he just stands there outside the kitchen watching his pretty girl cook.

You didn't even notice him standing there yet and something seems to break inside of Kuroo, he feels tears in his eyes confused of it. The setting was so domestic, he loved it.

You two had miracly found a home in Tokyo an actual home that wasn't just a room, kitchen and bathroom. Sure it was a bit of drive away from his work but it was nice, he adored it.

What he adored even more is how it very much feels like a home, scattered with pictures you two have taken together, items you two picked and chose together.

Coming from a divorced family he hadn't really had that home experience, he didn't have these domestic feelings and he had never seen the love between his grandparents either.

So now standing here in this home watching his pretty girl, no his pretty wife cooking in mids of the night because he said he'd come home late felt somewhat devasting, feeling the cold metal on his finger he hums turning around whiping his tears until you noticed him "Tetsu? You alright?"

Coming closer noticing the tears in his eyes you were worried of course you are, why is your boyfriend, no your husband, crying outside the kitchen "What happened?"

Oh you had ask with such soft voice, such a worried expression making him feel even more, how could he be so lucky?

Pulling you in a thigh hug he just shakes his head "Nothing, happened. I'm just so happy love."

Wrapping your arms around his shoulder you weren't sure what to answer, when he pulled back he'd cup your face and leaned in for kiss, a sweet, sweet kiss. Trying to convey you all his emotions and perhaps you understood when his tear landed on your cheek flowing down your face when he looks at you with dusty cheeks and so much love in his eyes maybe you did understand, he was not sad at all.

Sitting him down in the kitchen, not letting him move a bit even if he insited he wanted to help, he just gazing at your form.

There isn't place he'd rather be, all the exhausting things from work, all the stress and everything else seemed to have disspeared into thin air, his focus soley on you, how could anyone be as perfect as you?

[goldilockswrites]

FIVE WITH THOMAS

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The Bloody Chapel

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Pairing: Thomas Raggi x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes

Summary: When Y/N is asked to be featured in a music video for a popular rock band, she doesn't think she will find love. Yet she finds herself getting close with the guitarist of the group and soon enough she is completely in love with him.

A/N: Hey, everybody! I hope you are doing great! As per usual, I’d like to say English isn’t my native language, so if there are any mistakes, I do apologize and I hope you won’t hesitate to notify me. :) I just finished my Physics homework which was quite literally a worksheet from hell, anyway hope you guys enjoy! All the love, Axe! <3

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Perhaps wandering into one of the world’s most famous haunted castles on the 30th of October wasn’t the best decision even if it was for a photoshoot with a widely known rock band, yet here Y/N was. Long, ivory gown made of chiffon, flowy sleeves, and thigh-high slits, making the girl look like a Gardenia, showering in the sunlight. After an hour spent in the make-up chair; Granny Smith apple eyes outlined with black eyeshadow; heart-like lips coated in a peach color. A to-go cup of Espresso with a drop of creamer left a crisp and bright aftertaste in her mouth.

- Excuse me! - A slightly scratchy voice interrupted the girl mid-sip.

- Yes? - The woman spun around on her heels, orbs met the bronze irises she got used to seeing every day for the past week.

- Would you like a cigarette? - he extended his hand, slender fingers wrapped around the box, lid popped open.

Y/N’s irises lingered onto the guitarist’s face observing every tiny move he made. The way he wrapped his plush, smooth lips around the cancer stick, the way he’d hold the smoke in his mouth for a second or two before exhaling it, hollowing his cheeks in, the way he would tap out a beat against his thigh, a habit he had when he felt nervous.

- Thanks. - He brought the lighter to her lips as she clutched the fag between them.

She felt as if time and space had collapsed, turning into a grain.

- So how was the party last night? - Batrachotoxin arrows shooting out of her mouth as she remembered how much he laughed with the blond girl he met at the pub, yesterday.

- Pretty good. - A smile made his lips curl up. - Do you wanna go for a walk?

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- Do you know who used to live here? - Y/N’s steps were slow, a cool breeze sneaking its ropes around her arms, skin covered in goosebumps.

- Nope. Who was it? - Thomas held her hand in his, a gesture both of them had grown quite fond of lately.

- Well, legend says that a brother from the O’Connell clan stabbed another one, a priest, who was claimed to have more power. After his death the priest is said to still haunt the room he was speared in, thus why it’s called “The Bloody Chapel”. - Silence dawned upon the couple. The castle stood striking on the saxe nirvana. It looked as if it was drawn on the cover of a storybook. The moment was flawless and Y/N wanted nothing more, but to seal it inside her brain for all eternity. The woman imagined her and Thomas running through the ruins, happy as ever, because if those towers could exist, why not? Every stone was even and square, as if those who built were set on perfection, as if they really loved what they made. They were walls made to protect a community, to echo with laughter and be the shelter they needed for the millennia to come.

- Where is it? The room, I mean. - The guitarist rubbed his thumb over the girl’s hand.

- I think it’s down this hall. Why? - Chills spread down the girl’s spine.

- Let’s go there then. - Sinners. All sinners shall not cross past this line.

- What was that? - Y/N clinged to the man’s arm.

- I don’t know. Should we enter though? - One boot-covered foot had risen from the ground, perhaps once the floor was covered in marble, perhaps two pairs of shoes stood on it, exactly where Thom and Y/N stood now, perhaps they were also just as happy, but at the moment it was just a few crumbly stones.

- I mean, does reading “Fifty Shades of Grey” count as a sin? - Emeralds peaked up, the man’s hair forming a halo around his head.

-Hope not, because then I’ll be in the deep shit. - Another beat of silence. - Is this a bad idea? - Voice, scratchy due to the cigarettes, storked Y/N’s ears.

- Most definitely. - As both of them stepped over the line that was once separating the hallway from “The Bloody Chapel”. A scream shook the building.

- Let’s run. - It was a matter of seconds. Thomas took a hold of the girl’s hand, dragging her through the castle.

- Thom… - His name echoed out, breaths interrupting her sentence. - I… If something happens… I love you.

No response. Y/N almost thought he didn’t hear her. Then all of a sudden she was out of the rusty fortress. Even in her wildest dreams she never thought she’d be so happy to witness the binary garden she grew used to from all the days and evenings spent on set - the areas that were neat were extraordinarily tidy and the areas that were wild were awfully uncultivated. A fever dream.

- So you love me, huh? - The grin could practically be heard in Thomas’ voice, who looked like he had practically swallowed a Cheshire cat. Chest still heaving up and down from all the jogging they had done back at the castle. - Well, worry no more. I love you, too. - Before Y/N could respond, a pair of lips, slightly wet and slightly salty, stole her very last breath, only to give it back to her yet again.

- I love you. - The girl murmured one more time. Body relaxing in the boy’s embrace.

[lyranova]

Your little fics are really cool, I love reading it! Also, I saw that you wrote a Nozel/Vanessa once. Well, since I read Where The Heart Is from Oighear, I admit I'm lost to this ship. So wouldn't you mind if I request one? I would like with the prompt "I don't want to get up... it's so warm beside you" and if possible, a bit fluffy. Don't worry if it's a bit ooc, you write Black Clover generally great.

Hiya and thank you for sending in a request 😁! Yep I did write a Vanzel fic a while back for the lovely @flow3rbudz 🥰! Of course I hope you enjoy this fic I apologize it’s so short but I did make it very fluffy 🥰! Aww thank you I’m so glad you think my Black Clover is generally great 🥺💕! I hope you enjoy this little drabble anon!

Word Count: 557

Warnings: None

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Vanessa let out a soft sigh as she opened her eyes slightly, she couldn’t believe it was already early morning. It honestly felt like she had just gone to sleep only a few minutes ago, it had been a long week for her and the Black Bulls as they seemed to be getting a lot more missions lately. Of course she didn’t mind having something to do every now and then, but this was beginning to get to be a bit much, she hadn’t been able to sit down and drink her favorite wine nor had she been able to see her boyfriend in the past week!

Just as she thought about her boyfriend she felt a pair of warm and strong arms wrap around her and pull her close, Vanessa smiled softly before gently rolling over to face her boyfriend.

“ How long have you been awake?” Nozel Silva, Captain of the Silver Eagles and her friend/squad mate Noelle Silva's older brother asked, his voice thick with sleep. Vanessa let out a small ‘hm’.

“ Not too long, I’d say about five minutes. How about you?” The pink haired woman asked and she snuggled into his chest, she felt his warm hands gently rub up and down against her back.

“ Hm, about an hour I’d say.” He replied with a small smile as he slowly opened his eyes to look down at her.

“ An hour? Why didn’t you wake me up?” She asked in surprise, she knew Nozel would try to wake her up shortly after him so they could have breakfast and spend a few minutes, or hours, in bed before they would have to go to their respective squads.

“ Well, you looked so peaceful and relaxed while you were asleep that I just couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.” He replied. Nozel knew how stressful the past week had been for her, he could see it on her face the minute she arrived at their secret cottage, so he had thought it would be a good idea to let her rest and get as much sleep as she needed. Nozel smiled a bit more when he saw Vanessa blush.

“ Ah so you were watching me sleep like Gordon does?” She joked with a giggle, Nozel blinked in confusion.

“ ‘Like Gordon does’?” Nozel repeated slowly and with a quirked eyebrow, Vanessa shook her head and laughed softly.

“ Sorry love, it was an inside joke.” Vanessa said before looking over her shoulder and letting out a disappointed sigh. “ It’s almost mid morning, we need to get moving if we want to have breakfast together.” Vanessa added as she tried to roll out of bed but she let out a small yelp as Nozel pulled her closer to him and gave her a gentle squeeze.

“ I don’t want to get up, it’s so warm beside you.” Nozel mumbled and when Vanessa turned to look at him he had a small pout on his face.

“ Aww you look so adorable when you pout.” Vanessa teased, only causing him to pout even more and a blush to appear on his cheeks. She giggled a bit before laying back down and snuggling into his side once again.

“ Five more minutes?” She asked.

“ Hm, make it ten more minutes.” Nozel said thoughtfully, Vanessa smirked a bit before nodding.

“ Fine. Ten more minutes.”

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