#And putting sticky notes everywhere to remind you I care

[jinx-blackout-84]

Goonight guys <3

I hope you sleep well. I hope you know that you are perfect. You are perfect if you're not as funny as normal. You're perfect if you didnt talk to a single person today. You are perfect if you were mean. You are perfect if didn't write a single sentence or put a single line onto and art piece or a poem. You are perfect if you ignored every text you got. You are perfect if you didn't do a single assignment. You are perfect if you didn't get a second of work done. You are perfect if you didn't leave your bed. You are perfect if you didn't do your job. You are perfect if you didn't make money today. You are worth more than what you can make, what you can do, and how those things can be sold. You are worth more than how much money you can make and how quickly you can create something to be sold. Do not let anyone tell you that your only value is what money you can make, that your only purpose is what bills you can pay. You are amazing. You are beautiful. You are handsome. And you are good.

I hope you drink some water.

I hope you eat food.

I hope you finish your assignments and get work done.

I hope you can write and paint and sing and draw and build and create and make art.

Byt even if you didn't, you are valuable, you are worthy, and you are loved.

Goodnight <3

[thoughtsforsoob]

guy things they do that remind you they’re just men 😭 - ateez

note: These guys are just losers in hot bodies. So are the rest of txt but we’re not here to talk about that. Should I do that soon? Let me know. Anyways, here goes nothing. Weird stuff they do that remind you they’re just dudes is hot bodies 😣

hongjoong

He’s always got shit in his center console. It’s not just stuff like his phone or keys. Nope! It’s his snack wrappers, old drinks, etc…every time he brings a drink into the car with him, he’s fumbling to find a place for it. He spilled his coffee in the little cup holders and hasn’t cleaned it so it’s a little sticky :/

seonghwa

Does NAWT throw away his tissues. Don’t go to his bedroom is you’re sensitive to tissues being everywhere. Like you don’t even ask him to throw them away because he just fusses about you nagging him. Yes, they’re tissues with varied uses. Mostly just from blowing his nose because I feel like he does that a lot. Yeah…

yunho

REFUSES to shave his legs or get rid of chest hair. I don’t personally know if he does this but he gives me those vibes. Like you could tell him that his leg hair tickles you at night when you’re curling and he would care. It’s his! How dare you ask him to get rid of it.

yeosang

sits there and with a straight face, takes down an energy drink in lest that three minutes….he is not one that I would expect to do this but, it always the ones you never suspect. he’s so cute but he’s just chugging that shit and when you ask him why, he claims it’s normal to drink like that.

san

as much as it pains me to say this, his feet are kinda stinky :( he’s become nose blind to it so he doesn’t really know. you finally build up the courage to tell him something and he’s really embarrassed. you offer to help him do something about it but he resists, making you feel bad for even being it up. he immediately tries to fix it but it takes some trial end error to find the right solution

mingi

leaves the toilet seat up every time he goes pee…it’s more annoying rather than gross but you can’t bring yourself to be mad at him. His just a big baby. When you go in after him and remind him to put the seat down, he just gets flustered and says he’ll try to remember but he never does. Poor baby :(

wooyoung

leaves his shit everywhere on the counter. That goes for the bathroom and then kitchen. His skin care items look so messy on the counter. They’re just scattered about. He calls it an organized mess but it’s really just a mess. You’ve bought him a few different things to organize his stuff with but he doesn’t use them. In the kitchen, he loves leaving his keys on the counter, as well as his phone charger.

jongho

HATES laundry. Will put it off work weeks if he can. Will go to the lengths of going to the store to buy new clothes just so he doesn’t have to get up and wash/fold clothes. He always says that clothes fresh out of the dryer have an after texture and that’s why but truly…it’s because he hates waiting around for them to be done. He’d rather you do it :))

[to-thelakes]

banged up

pairing; frank castle x fem!reader

summary; after being friends with daredevil gets you into a sticky situation, frank takes care of your wounds

warnings; fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is very injured but also very stubborn, soft frank, not proof-read, mentions of torture + wounds. some insecurity from reader

notes; okay this one-shot was written ages ago and i just got reminded that i could post it when i got an anon request (which i am going to work on if that anon sees this post ;) ) about the reader not liking swallowing pills. that's a big thing in this fic because I have been taking like 4-5 medication/supplements a day for the past 6+ months and honestly, i hate it. so so does the reader here <3 i hope you enjoy this little fic, i was debating on writing a part 2 that would be a little more angst-focused because frank hates when people he cares about gets hurt but feel free to lmk if y'all would be interested in that <3

part two

“Hey, hey,” A gruff voice pulled you back from unconsciousness. Your eyes slowly blinked open and the first thing you felt was pain. A cry escaped your lips as your hand shot to your side where the pain seemed to be radiating from. But the quick movement only seemed to make you feel worse and you cried out again, “Stop- Stop moving,” The voice repeated. It took you a minute for your eyes to adjust to the gloom and you turned your head to see Frank kneeling on the edge of the bed. There was a frown on his lips.

“It hurts,” You muttered. He sighed and gently took a hold of your bandaged wrist, pulling it down towards your side again.

“I know, sweetheart. You gotta stop moving,” He retorted. Your eyes fell closed again, the pain seemed to be coming from everywhere. Your side is where it hurt the most and as you shifted, the pain rocketted through your system. Eyes squeezed shut and another whimper fell from your lips. Frank sighed, “Sweetheart.” His tone was a warning and you balled your hands into fists by your side which made more pain shoot up.

“What happened?” Your voice was croaky. Your throat was dry and even trying to say a word made your body hurt. Your throat was scratchy, it was so uncomfortable. A ragged breath escaped your lips and you heard Frank’s heavy footsteps moving away from the bed.

“You got banged up pretty bad. Gotta stay there, sweetheart,” He insisted as his footsteps only seemed to get further away. Your eyes opened again and you turned your head to see that he was in the other room of your apartment. You didn’t know what he was doing and you knew that you should have stayed down but you never really listened to him.

With a deep breath, you slowly pushed yourself to sit up. It made your entire body ache and you cried out when the pain bloomed across your side again. But you fought against it to get onto your feet. Frank came rushing back into the room and managed to catch you just as you were about to fall on your ass. You hadn’t expected your ankle to hurt as much as it had when you put pressure on it.

“I told you to keep your ass on the bed,” He snapped. Though there wasn’t as much conviction behind his words as there usually was when it came to Frank. If anything, he seemed concerned that you were hurting yourself.

“What happened,” You repeated your earlier question. Frank sighed and he led you back to the bed so that you could sit down.

“Told ya,” He retorted. You scoffed and then whimpered when your side began to hurt again. Frank gave you a warning look before he disappeared out of the room again so that he could get the glass of water and painkillers he had initially gone out for. The room was silent and it made you pause, you could vaguely remember it now. The torture. The men. You didn’t even know who they were but they wanted to know who Daredevil was. They needed Matt’s identity and they were willing to kill you to get it.

“Where’s Matt?” You croaked out as Frank walked back into your bedroom with a glass of water and pills. You stared at them and then at him. He knew that you hated taking pills. You always bought the liquid form for your own sake. The only reason you had normal pills is because of him and Matt and Karen for when her periods got bad.

“He’s patrolling, making sure you’ll be safe,” Frank explained. You were glaring at the pills that he offered out to you and he sighed. He placed the glass on the table and put the pills next to it, “You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” You rolled your eyes and watched as he walked back to the kitchen. Everything hurt. Your face, your body, your feet, your ankles, your hands. When you lifted your hands up, you could make out the bruises in the gloom and there were ugly marks around your wrists from where you had been tied up.

You shoved your hands under your armpits, hiding them from your sight as you waited for Frank to return but even that movement made you hiss out in pain. After a moment Frank returned, with your usual bottle of painkillers. You always bought the kids stuff because it was the only one that was reliably in liquid form. You knew it was silly but you hated swallowing pills and your periods were too bad to force yourself to swallow them down.

“Thank you,” You mumbled. He nodded and then he got onto his knees in front of you so that he was on your level. He didn’t want to make you feel any worse by looming above you as he spoon-fed you painkillers like he would a baby.

“I patched you up. Red dealt with the rest,” Frank informed as he poured some of the liquid onto a spoon with the precision only a Marine would have. Usually, you spilt the liquid everywhere but he seemed to have practice with it.

“Explains why it hurts so much,” You retorted, practically teasing him. He narrowed his eyes, holding the spoon of painkillers away from you, “Frank,” You whined. He chuckled and then moved the spoon forward so that you could take it into your mouth. You swallowed down the liquid and watched as he poured another spoonful, “How long is it gonna hurt for?” It was a stupid question, you knew that. It was probably going to hurt for weeks, if not months considering the damage that they had done but you wanted him to lie.

“You’ll just have to see, sweetheart. Gonna have to take some time off work with an injury like that,” He said as he held the spoon out to you again. You took it gratefully and then he poured another one just for good measure.

“My boss is gonna kill me,” You mumbled. Frank scoffed and he then held the last spoonful of medicine out to you.

“If he gives ya any trouble, I’ll deal with it.” If it was anyone else, you would have laughed off those words but this was Frank and you knew he meant what he said. A soft sigh escaped your lips once Frank put the spoon onto the bedside table. He then twisted the cap back onto the bottle before he placed it down beside your glass of water.

“How bad is it?” You asked after a beat of silence. Frank was just looking at you, concern etched across his features.

“I’d still call you a pretty lady,” He said. You let out a soft huff and glanced over at the water but Frank passed it before you could hurt yourself doing it. You took the glass gratefully and cautiously took a long sip. It soothed your dry throat and you were so glad to get something to drink. You were sure that you were incredibly dehydrated after all the tears and the blood.

Frank took the glass back from you when you had drained the whole thing and he slowly got to his feet. It seemed he was going to get you another glass and you wanted to go with him. So, once he was in the other room, you pushed yourself to your feet again. It was slow and you made sure to keep the pressure off anywhere that hurt and you were on your feet, comfortably.

Each step was slow and he heard you step into the other room, his head snapping back. He narrowed his eyes, placing the water jug down before he turned to look at you. He shook his head slightly at the fact that you were walking around.

“They could have done worse,” You said before he got the chance to comment, “Can still walk.” There was a small smile on your face, trying to make light of what had happened but it was hard considering how much your body hurt with every movement.

“Don’t tempt them, darling,” He retorted. You made it over to the kitchen counter and he took a hold of your waist, keeping you steady as you took the glass. You downed the water again before placing the glass down and limping over to the fridge. You needed something to eat, your stomach was growling for it but when you looked inside, there were no leftovers. Your roommate - who worked the night shift - must have taken them with her.

“Hungry?” He asked. You nodded and he glanced over your shoulder before he grabbed a few things from the shelves, “I’ll make you something, go lie on the couch.” You let out something akin to a ‘yes’ before you hobbled over to the sofa and lay down. Your head hurt, your body hurt and you were glad that Frank was here.

<3

[astraystayyh]

SKZ as oddly specific love languages

fluff, pre-established relationship!! mention of vomiting in lee know's part

i have an 80 pages thesis to write but this is what i do instead........

Chan : reminding you to take your medicine

whenever you are sick this man would turn his dad mode ON

he would put alarms in his phone for your medicine and reminds you to take them each day. without fault.

lowkey takes better care of you than he takes care of himself

if it's a nasty medicine, he will send you something along the lines of 'i know it tastes like shit but you can do it baby!!'

will congratulate you as if you've achieved a big milestone when you just took your medicine, but it's so endearing????

bonus : would search up what vitamins you might need and buys them for you because he needs you to be healthy, always

Minho : holding your hair while you vomit

being sick is never fun but minho is extra gentle with you during those days

if you get dizzy and need to vomit multiple times, he'd sit down with you on the bathroom floor, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair gently

and whenever you get the urge to puke, he'll hold your hair for you and rub soothing circles on your back

"you are doing so good baby"

will make sure you are hydrated afterwards!!

brushes your teeth and washes your face for you

he won't ever make you feel bad he'd just be like "what do you need? whatever it is i got you"

bonus : will so make you soup and feed it to you like a baby

Changbin : walking on the right side of the road

he doesn't even realize he's doing it

but whenever you are walking together he would make sure he's on the side near cars

will be talking to you and smoothly switch sides

his arm will always be on your shoulders or on your lower back HE JUST HAS TO TOUCH YOU!!!

he just needs you to be safe at all times

if you are bad at crossing roads (like me) he will hold your hand and do it

not in a patronizing way, more in 'please don't get yourself killed i need you alive'

bonus : he will tie your shoelaces for you in the middle of the road :(

Hyunjin : Writing you love letters

this man will definitely write love letters

for every anniversary you will get a handwritten one that's a given

but you'll also get ones on random days

i feel like he has so much love for you and he will feel it at random times and he'll be like i need to write this down!!!!

will also write you loving sticky notes and put them everywhere

on the fridge, on the bathroom mirror, on your bookshelf EVERYWHERE

they will be compliments like 'you look so pretty today', or just 'i'm so proud of you', or 'dont forget to drink water!!'

bonus : will text you every love poem that reminds him of you

Han : Letting you choose a movie to watch

this man loves his movies but he loves you more!!!!

will host movie nights with you religiously

makes a pillow fort and buys all the snacks you want

then he'd let you pick the movie

he may not even like the genre but will watch it just for you

also he watches you more than he watches the movie

he just loves seeing your face light up when it's a scene/actors you love

he's the embodiment of 'your happiness is my happiness'

bonus : if you ever cry during a movie i feel he will cry too LMAO literally feels your emotions as his own

Felix : Saving you the last sweet treat

ok we know felix will bake for you BUT he loves sweets too right

but he will always save you the last treat

last brownie ? yours, last cookie ? yours, last piece of cake? YOURS

he won't outwardly say it, and he might even be craving it but if you ask him if he wants it he'll say 'no go ahead baby it's yours!'

he loves making you happy and if it's through simple things as this then he's all in

also wants to make sure you are eating well

will literally fight you if you try to feed it to him "NO YOU EAT IT BABY"

bonus : when you get any cravings this man will go out at the crack of dawn to get it for you, he's just so in love

Seungmin : Making a fool out of himself to make you laugh

this man is pro at roasting

you will match his energy of course and he loves your bantering

loves to make it look as if YOU are obsessed with him (which you are but he is too so it's okay)

but when you are feeling sad he will literally go :((

needs to cheer you up AT ALL COSTS

so he will start making fun of himself or making stupid comments that make him look like a dork JUST FOR YOU TO SMILE

if you are crying and he makes you giggle he'll be like BINGO

will literally make you laugh so hard you forget why you were sad in the first place

bonus : definitely will tickle you until you can no longer breathe and then he will pepper your face with kisses :,)

Jeongin : creating curated playlists for you

my man jeongin loves his music and he loves you

he will of course have the lovey dovey playlist of soft songs that reminds him of you

BUT he will go above and beyond

will make you a playlist for your each mood because he knows you so well

like a playlist named 'when you feel like crying also why aren't you texting me rn'

or 'for when you want to feel like a bad bitch (which you are)'

or even music he thinks you'll like while getting ready or doing chores

he's not always there but he feels that if you listen to the playlists he made you he will be there with you

bonus : will definitely share his earphones with you and thinks it's so cute when you lay your head on his shoulder:(

[cosmiles]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

➢ cute things you and the dekusquad do for each other

note: i wanna make one for the bakusquad now

characters: midoriya, uraraka, iida, todroki, asui, yaoyorozu

content: domestic fluff, established gn relationships, sickness (in iida's), insecurities

words: 1.1k

I. MIDORIYA 

— Always insists on walking you home/to your dorm. No matter the hour, he consistently walks you to your door and patiently waits for the, “I’m safe,” text before walking to his own place. At first, it puzzled you, bringing slight annoyance now and then since you both knew you could handle yourself. But now, you couldn’t imagine the absence of his presence right beside you. You enjoyed the few extra minutes you could talk before calling it a night and the way a heart would appear next to your text, letting him know he knew you were safe. 

— You always let him ramble, no matter how many times you’ve heard it. At the start of your relationship, Izuku was highly embarrassed by his rambling, assuming he was boring you with his new hero analysis on All Might and other heroes. But, to his surprise, you loved his rambling and even helped him with his analysis from time to time. He adored the way you turned your full attention to him when he had something to share while you were entranced in the way his eyes lit up while he shared something he loved. 

O. URARAKA 

— Always buys you things that remind her of you. She can’t help it that you’re constantly on her mind. Everywhere she goes, something screams you all over it and of course, she has to buy it. Your room is littered with a bunch of adorable momentos: the stuffed animal she won for you on a date, a snow globe from the place you both went to during vacation, a polaroid picture of the both of you from before you were even dating, etc. 

— You always hold her hand/lock pinkies. It may seem unimportant to others, but Ochako loves the simple gesture of holding hands. Being able to swing your hands while walking or curling pinkies while talking, makes her feel over the moon. Though she dislikes PDA, being able to show each other simple affection makes her content. 

T. IIDA

— Always takes care of you when you're sick. He’ll scold you lightly, reminding you of the multiple times he warned you to wear a coat that you promptly ignored. He wears a mask and gloves, acting like a germaphobe as he stocks your room full of tissues and hand sanitizer. He puts on all of your favorite movies while making sure you stay warm under the covers. Though you hate when he makes a big fuss over you, you appreciate his efforts. You always return the favor when he eventually gets your cold. 

— You always remind him to take care of himself. Sometimes he gets in his head, worried more about others than himself. You always help bring him back to earth with your sweet reminders. Tenya smiles at the sticky note on his textbook reminding him to take breaks from his studying or the one on the fridge reminding him to drink water. His favorite one is the one he finds on his bed, reminding him to rest so you can cuddle with him in the morning. 

S. TODOROKI 

— Always remembers every little thing you say. That one thing you wanted months ago? Well, he’s gifting it to you if you still want it. Complained about back problems? Offers you a massage whenever you’re free. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized he genuinely listened to you. You can always catch his eyes when you speak, noting little things to himself to save for later. 

— You always hold him whenever he needs you. He never expresses that he needs to be held but you always know. You never question what's on his mind, just holding him in silence, letting him speak if he wishes to. Shotou appreciates the calming, silence which allows him time to think and work out his thoughts. If he’s ready to talk, you always lend a listening ear. But, if he rather not, you always turn on one of his comfort shows. You never force him to talk or explain what’s wrong, which is one of the many things he adores about you. 

T. ASUI

— Always buys you flowers. It seems like on almost every occasion, she has a bouquet waiting for you. Her favorite colors to get for you are lavender, pink, and red. It made your heart swell up in love every time she handed you the flowers, but finding out the meanings made you fall in love even more. Lavender for love at first sight, pink for appreciation, and finally red for the “I love you” you adored hearing.

— You always keep track of the temperature. Though others found it rather odd that you knew the temperature like the back of your hand, her heart would soar. During the colder temperatures. you always keep coats/blankets on you, checking in on Tsuyu to make sure she remained at her desired temperature. When she found out about this, she knew you were the one for her. 

M. YAOYOROZU

— Always texts you sweet reminders. You always get the iconic, “Good morning, Darling! Ready to start the day?” and the “Good night, Darling! I hope you sleep well!” texts without fail. But the ones throughout the day are the ones that pull on your heartstrings. The ones that remind you to do your math homework or take out the trash are helpful when you have too much on your mind. The ones that remind you how special you are to her, to others, and in general make you tear up a bit. Yet, your favorite one is the “I love you so much y/n”. 

—You always tell her how proud you are of her. Even over the most normal things to her. She aced another test? You’re proud of her. She broke a bad habit? You’re proud of her. It seems very simple to you, to congratulate her on her accomplishments, big or small, but they mean so much more to her. She tries not to shed any tears when you do, but sometimes a few escape. Momo still doesn't understand what she did to deserve you. 

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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[typewriting-robin]

Sinner Like Us

Alfons/Robin OC (M x F)

Rating: E/Dead Dove

Serena, a brainy but bitter Robin with a storied past arrives at Crown. Alfons Sylvatica takes an interest in playing with her, giving her an offer she can't refuse. She agrees, not knowing she is way in over her head.

cw: yandere, obsessions, stabbing, references to physical assault, blood and depictions of blood, knifeplay, dubcon, noncon, loss of virginity,

Word count: 8,132

note~ it is recommended but not required to read the OC/MC master list and scroll to Serena, the Robin that corresponds to Alfons.

It happened again. Another nightmare.

“Roxane and I are going to be married and there’s nothing you can do to stop it!” It was unmistakably Patrick’s voice that rang out in the darkness. Slowly, he began to materialize. First came his medium brown hair, then his blue-green eyes. Roxane did too. Her face always burned into her memory. Her large blue eyes and perfect blonde ringlets.

It had been love at first sight for Patrick and Roxane.

All of her chances were lost the moment those two locked eyes.

And now, she had nothing to live for.

“I can absolutely stop it! I can! I can! I can!” A primal roar began to come out of her diaphragm, like she was in an opera and playing a scorned lover. A knife, much like her former love and his love, materialized in her hand. “You don’t know me, nor what I’m capable of!”

She knew exactly what to do, running to her target with inhumane speed.

She raised the knife against Roxane’s perfect form, took in a deep breath, and plunged down with force. She ignored the screams Roxane made.

Raise.

Plunge.

Raise.

Plunge.

It didn’t stifle the screams that Roxane made but she kept going, mechanically, like a machine in a factory, she had no will, nothing left of her own. Blood pooled around them and she was covered in it. Sticky, squelching, slimy. The texture viscous, flowing everywhere, seeping into her fingers but she did not care.

“Stop it! Stop it , Serena. Serena, SERENA!”

Patrick’s voice roused her from her sleep, rising as she awoke to her empty apartment above the bakery. The sun wasn’t fully out but it was moments away from daybreak.

“Again,” she said. She had that nightmare again. Sometimes she would stab Roxane. Sometimes it was Patrick. Occasionally it would be both. 

It always served to remind her how she got here and why this was her final chance at living. She stepped into the shower and bathed, then got ready for her day as a Robin for the post office, putting on her glasses and her green ribbon. Serena didn’t start wearing glasses until after she moved to London. At first it was supposed to aid her disguise, along with the haircut she had given herself, but since she had taken to writing so late at night, the glasses became necessary.

She didn’t look like the Lady Serena Hastings of old. Now she was Serena Harlow, a simple Robin who delivered letters and correspondences. It was a respectable job for someone as disreputable as her. 

“This is for you,” her boss said when she entered the post office. It was her weekly check, made from her various side jobs, where she would write various gossip columns and serials--all under different names. Her side job. The only thing that belonged to Serena Hastings. The only thing they could share under the veil of anonymity.

“Thanks,” she said, hiding the check in her pocket.

It seemed like an ordinary day, until she spotted a man so unusual. He reminded her of Patrick, even though they couldn’t have been more different. He was elegant, dignified. Ethereally beautiful, his blood red eyes firmly on her. She looked away before continuing with her business.

But then, her day took an unexpected turn after delivering her latest love letter.

“Serena! I need you to make a night run.”

“Huh? Me?” she asked. “Why?” She wasn’t a particularly outstanding Robin. Others were much faster, more efficient, more ambitious. Besides, she had gotten some gossip about one of the Queen’s grandchildren that she was itching to write.

“There’s no one else. You’ll get the pay you want so please do this delivery.”

She sighed, not wanting to fall out of the lines she had been given. This was her extra chance at life. Her father helped her sacrifice everything for this one shot to live anew. Just as she had helped that thieving girl hours ago.

Which came crashing down in an eerie echo when she saw her mail recipient drowned in a pool of his own blood.

The chain of events that resulted were almost dreamlike for her. 

“Seize her belongings,” the leader, the same man with the blood red eyes, who had the same aura as Patrick said to the rest of the men. She couldn’t believe they had crossed paths again. “Let’s take her to Crown Castle.”

The man with the mint green eyes sat next to her as he read her paycheck out loud as they waited for their true leader to arrive. “‘Thank you, Lady Blare and Sir Samuel Harlow. London is now watching thanks to your erstwhile off-season gaze.’”

“That’s private!” she said, yelling. Her mid-length red hair was bobbing as she tried to snatch her letters back. Which would never happen as the Patrick-like man, William, kept her rooted to the spot.

“But your name definitely isn’t Samuel. Nor is it Blare,” Harrison, the man with the mint green eyes said.

She shook her head. “They are me, but not me,” she said.

The man with the ash-gray blue eyes and cat-like grin raised her by her chin. Their eyes locked and she felt herself drowning in the pool of his empty eyes. “She’s not lying,” he said, his voice slinky and graceful. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Do tell us your real name, my dear.”  Her heart pounded from the way he had touched her.

She felt a compulsion rise through her spine. “S…Serena Harlow.”

“That’s a lie,” Harrison said. One of the men drew his weapon. The man with the cat-like grin retracted his hand from her chin.

“Shit!” she cursed to herself, remembering she was using up her final chance at life and she couldn’t waste it on a simple, yet honest mistake she made. “My apologies. That’s the name I go by now. I was born Serena Hastings. Please do not call me Lady Hastings. I am Harlow now.” She thought herself pathetic as she heard herself speak with a pleading edge to her voice.

“Lady Blare? The Lady Blare?” a voice rang out, interrupting her plea. It was a man with impossibly long black hair and jewel toned eyes. “I know you quite well! Why, you were the thorn in the Queen’s side, reporting over the epic highs and lows of Princess Beatrice and Louis-Napoleon. It had almost gotten in the way of her marriage to Henry of Battenberg.”

Serena couldn’t hide the redness of her cheeks. Of course that story would come to mind. Although this happened when she was still Serena Hastings, it was some of her best known work. She sympathized with the lovers somewhat, until Beatrice married Henry of Battenberg. Maybe that was what fate wanted. Just as Patrick should have married her.

And yet…

Somehow this is what ultimately spared her and the man, Victor, made a deal to use her writing talents to become something known as a Fairytale Keeper. And then there was the party full of parlor tricks and magic tricks. 

Serena lowered her guard now that she knew she would keep living on another day and made her observations. All of the men of Crown were ludicrously attractive, even the one with a horrible temper.

If her parents had introduced her to other men and not just set her up to fail with Patrick, could things have ended up differently? She raised her glass of water and drank.

“Would you care for a glass of wine?” the man with the raven hair and slinky voice said, interrupting her reverie. He held up a bottle of wine.

“No, thank you.”

“Ah, but it’s a celebration and you are the guest of honor,” he said, pouring a second glass. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Besides, it’s vintage and from the countryside of Italy.” He sat down in front of her. She recalled the way his gloved hand touched her chin earlier that night when he searched her gaze.

“A gossip columnist,” he mused. “I don’t know exactly what Victor is thinking but…” He offered her the glass and clinked them together. “Congratulations.”

“I’m not just a gossip columnist,” she said, trying to rein in her temper. The fact that she was reduced to Lady Blare and not Samuel Harlow was infuriating. “I write stories too! Poetry as well!”

“I’d have to read them sometime.” His gaze traveled to the sinister man with the overcoat. “Jude over there…he never goes without his morning paper. Of course, I always attend to Lord Elbert in the morning so newspapers are difficult to come by with my schedule.”

Out of all the men here she knew Lord Elbert. Not that they had met, but the stories surrounding him were aplenty. He was the most beautiful man here but never said a word. This one in front of her was his mouthpiece. “I did not get your name, sorry.”

“Alfons. Do care to remember it, my dear.”

She sipped on more wine. “I suppose I’ll see you around, Alfons,” she said, watching him leave the room in the same way a cat would slink away, slipping into the night.

****

This time, she had stabbed the two of them to death. No more Patrick. No more Roxane as their bodies lay in a bloody heap. What changed, however, was the playing of a piano.

“Well done, little Robin,” William said as he applauded.

“You are as sinful as the rest of us. Just like us,” Victor said. 

The rest of the men of Crown joined in a circle, surrounding her and the lifeless husks of Patrick and Roxane, chanting, spurring her on.

Serena rose from her bed in a gasp. She made a loud gasp, her eyes wide as she woke from another nightmare. It was the dead of night. She had only slept for an hour.

She rubbed her temples and got out of bed. She didn’t care much for her appearance ever since she left home but didn’t bother to brush her hair as she made her way into the kitchen, searching wildly for any chamomile herbs. Or perhaps valerian root. 

The noise she made eventually attracted someone.

It wasn’t the maids but Alfons. He wasn’t wearing his jacket but the white undershirt he wore underneath it.

“It’s you,” she said.

He grinned, reminding her of a cat again. “You won’t find Crown’s secrets in here, Miss Serena” he said, teasing her.

She tried to play off her frustration. “Only if those secrets are of chamomile and valerian root,” she said pleasantly.

Alfons kept his grin, sitting on the cabinets opposite to where she was searching. “You’re warm,” he said. Serena went left. “Colder now. “ She went back right. “Warmer.”

Her temper got the best of her as she shouted. “Just tell me where they are!”

Alfons only looked more amused, his smile as wide as a Cheshire cat. “And spoil the fun? How do you know I’m not lying?”

“Because I already ransacked that side. It’s on this side.”

“Correct. And you’re starting to burn up.”

Despite, or perhaps, in spite of his words, she did feel heated but opened the cabinet where the tea leaves were. This was what he meant. She grabbed some chamomile and brewed it using the tea kettle she had found.

“You can find tea leaves at Roger’s but he’ll insist you owe him.”

Serena nodded. “Wouldn’t want that.”

“No, I’d rather you owe me.”

She stopped at his words. “Don’t these belong to Crown?”

“You are uneducated in our ways, but don’t worry, I’m here to help.” He got off the countertop and sauntered over to where she was. “I bought these for my Lord, of course. You are borrowing it but I’m afraid you owe me now.”

“Then I’ll stop making it.” She tried to move the tea kettle away but his gloved hand covered hers.

“No need. What’s done is done, Miss Serena,” he said, keeping his hand over hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. She was trapped. It made her heart skip a beat.

“So what do I owe you?” she asked. “What could you possibly want from me?”

He did not move his hand. “Simple. I want Lady Harlow to study me and only me for her Fairytale Keeping duties.”

“That’s not a good idea,” she said. “In the gossip world, it’s important to maintain as many sources as you can.” She couldn’t believe she was bringing this up.

“Ah yes, but…” He loosened his hand and stood up straight. “Once you get that incredibly juicy morsel, you start digging, wanting, yearning for more. I can give you all that. Access to parties, of course but also…” he leaned in. “Many of those people…the ones we love to read about…have the darkest of secrets. Love. Pleasure. Pain. And I can be the conduit for you.”

“I thought you said I owed you. This is an equivalent exchange,” she pointed out.

He responded by moving a strand of her unruly bedhead. “Correct. I’ll have to think up a more immediate payment in that case. But come tomorrow, Victor will tell you to focus on one member of Crown. He will want you to shadow William but I don’t think you’re suited for him. I can see it in your eyes.”

“And what, pray tell, are you possibly going about here with that?”

Alfons leaned in. “It’s simple, my dear Miss Robin. You’re not suited for the self-righteous monarch. A leader of the dark like him? No, you belong somewhere deeper. Somewhere few would dare to tread and come back.” She took a step away from him, wondering if he could read her, his voice hypnotic. There’s no way he knew of her past and the terrible thing she did.

“I’ll…consider it…”

“Now as for the matter of payment for the tea.”

Alfons leaned in, his lips sealing hers with his. She was startled by his kiss, his lips brushing hers with a lightness to it. It had reminded her of—

The tea kettle made a high-pitched noise, indicating the tea was ready. Without saying another word, Alfons walked out, not even bidding her goodnight as she was left with a screeching pot of tea, her hand lifting to touch the very lips he had kissed, as if she had been kissed by a phantom. 

***

As she got dressed the next morning, she thought of the kiss from last night. Alfons’s kiss was too similar to the ones she shared with Patrick. He had kissed her for the first time when she was fifteen, him eighteen. It was not long after their engagement and she had considered that to be the best day of her life.

His kiss was gentle and featherlight, sincere, and yet powerful with how it made her stir.

Alfons’s kiss was also gentle and featherlight, but it lacked any of the sincerity Patrick had in his kiss, right? But she had thought about it nonstop, even as she was treading her way to Victor’s office.

“Good morning, my chirping little Robin! Would you like some freshly baked scones made by Yours Truly?”

“Good morning to you too,” she said, trying to keep herself chipper as she accepted a scone, lavishing butter on it as Victor began to speak.

“I know today marks your first official day at Crown so I wanted to have a little chat and suggestion as to how you’d handle your duties. Of course, you could do a general report but it would be better if you just focused on one member of Crown.”

Serena nodded, not giving away that this was the exact conversation she had with Alfons last night. This was where she was at a crossroads. Alfons said Victor would want her to study William but now she had the power to choose. But what if she took a third option instead of William or Alfons?

She sifted through the men in her head who weren’t Alfons.

Elbert? Too quiet.

Jude? Sadistic.

Ellis? Odd. Also did a sharp one eighty after Victor said not to kill her.

Roger? He was just like Alfons. Another side of the same coin.

But Alfons’s kiss reminded her of her past. And his offer. What was it? She conjured his words in her mind.  I can give you all that. Access to parties, of course but also…” he leaned in. “Many of those people…the ones we love to read about...have the darkest of secrets. Love. Pleasure. Pain. And I can be the conduit for you.

“Miss? Robin?” Victor waved his hand at her.

His hand brought her out of her stupor.  “Sorry, I was thinking a little. You want me to observe William?” she asked, searching his jewel toned eyes.

“I did! See, William is my fellow cofou—”

She cleared her throat, interrupting him, and then immediately regretting it. She never was very good at social manners, even less after she assumed her new identity and began throwing caution to the wind. “I wish to observe someone else,” she said.

“Of course! But I can’t make promises that they will have your best interest at heart. William is my longest known acquaintance and the most trusted member of Crown. You can count on him.”

“I understand but I would prefer to observe Alfons.” 

There was a pregnant pause between them. 

But before she could justify her words, Victor spoke. “Not the worst choice of my sons to work with but I’ll allow it.”

“There’s a worst choice?” she asked, unable to hide her curiosity. 

Victor laughed. “Why of course! I have made my own tier list of my sons from best to worst when with others. Personalized, of course based on many factors including forming partnerships, working well with others. Alfons belongs in hmm…tier B, I believe? But now that I’m thinking about it, he would be a suitable partner for you, yes yes. He is delightful and adorable!” 

“He works for Lord Elbert, no?” Serena asked, trying not to hinge too much on Victor’s strange perception of Alfons. “Delightful” and “adorable” weren't words that seemed to aptly describe Alfons.

He smiled. “Yes, and he goes to many, many lavish affairs. Affairs that Lady Blare would not be shy to report on. Ah yes, but do be careful about him. Out of all my sons, he is…perhaps the most pleasure seeking and his abilities are very much attuned to that affinity. You must understand that before moving on because once the glove comes off…I’m afraid you’ll be on your own. Will you accept that risk?”

“I will.” She thought of the kiss he had given her. He was pleasure seeking, alright. The way he had held her chin, her hand over his, the way he handed her the wine. The way he always toyed with her like a cat tossing a ball of yarn. There was no doubt of that. She knew what she was getting herself into. Maybe. Right?

“Let me talk to him. I’ll get started right away.”

***

Alfons was in the foyer, elegantly taking tea with Lord Elbert, who watched her with interest.

“Good morning,” she said to him, curtseying. Alfons’s gaze was directly on her.

Elbert set his tea down. “Good morning.” He looked at Alfons. “Tell me, Al. Is she beautiful?”

“Of course not,” was his instant reply. Her face fell at his lack of hesitation. “Her hair is a red rat’s nest and her eyes the color of…hmmm that pet monkey you bought when you were seventeen, remember? And she needs visual aids. No beautiful thing would need something so imperfect.”

“Excuse you!” she said, huffing. “And I was just about to tell you that I had chosen you! You…you…” She was ready to throw curses at him, Elbert's ears be damned!

Alfons’s smirk only widened. “Yet another reason why you cannot have her, Elbie. She’s mine.”

“Hmm,” Elbert said. He sipped his tea, not saying another word. She ran off and of course, Alfons followed her. He pulled on her wrist. 

“Where are you going?”

“Perhaps I’m going to tell Victor that I’m choosing William instead of someone as rude as you. That he was right all along.” He didn’t have to go that hard about her insecurities. She was unconventional. She knew that. She had lost the love of her life to a head turning beauty. A fact that she had never, ever forgotten about.

“If I told Elbert the truth, that your eyes are as green as a tigress about to pounce, that your hair is as red as a rose in bloom. That you stand out in a crowd, you would never see us again.”

She froze in place. “Okay now you’re just laying it on thick.” She couldn’t get a read on him. Was he attracted or repulsed by her? 

Alfons laughed. “I cannot win with you, but I’m a patient man.” His hand moved up her elbow and to her upper arm, resting on her shoulder.

“Well, I did actually commit myself to studying you.” She studied his features. If he found her to stand out, truly, she found him to be…almost nondescript. Or at least, deliberately so. Everything about him oozed darkness, even here in the light. Like he was an intruder. 

“A wise decision. Elbert…well, he hasn’t stuffed a human yet but perhaps it would have been a matter of time.” His hand moved to her chin, tilting it upwards to gauge her reaction.

“A taxidermist?”

Alfons hummed cryptically. “Meet me tonight at hmm…ten for a little chat,” he said, changing the subject.

“Where?”

“We could meet in my bedroom,” he said.

“No thanks.”

“Yours then.”

“Try again.”

“Here then. In the foyer. For tea.”

“Are you upcharging me? Or should I bring my own tea?”

“No need this time. I’ll see you then, dearest.” He moved his hand from her chin to her hair, ruffling it up further. “And do wear something comfortable.” He smirked before they parted ways.

***

Serena spent the rest of the day getting to know the rest of Crown and studying them for her note taking skills. Victor probably didn’t expect her to get much done on Day 1 but she was persistent if not anything.

That and it was honestly the longest she had gone without thinking about Patrick and Roxane. Everyone was such a nice distraction.

Alfons was there in the lounge at the specified time. She made sure to brush her hair and wear it in her usual pigtail style that she had adopted as a Robin. More importantly, she had a switchblade hidden in her pocket. It was one of her few possessions she was allowed to keep at Crown because Victor said, “she needed a final means of defense”.

As she descended the stairs, she could smell the fragrance of tea. Alfons was as he was last night, only in his white undershirt and black trousers that were meant for sleeping.

“Good evening, Miss Serena.”

“Good evening.” He handed her a saucer of tea. “What tea is it?”

“Bergamot. With a drop of lemon and honey for added taste.”

“Thanks. It smells really nice.” She raised her glass of tea to her lips, gingerly taking a small sip in fear of burning herself.

Alfons only surveilled her. “You don’t act like it but when you hold the saucer, you remind me of the noble ladies at the parties I escort Elbie to.”

Serena cast her gaze away from Alfons. He was right but she was never a shining example of a noble. “Why did you want to meet me this late at night?”

Alfons chuckled. “You are always quite to the point, Miss Serena.”

“Because ‘a little chat’ could mean anything.”

Alfons relaxed on the sofa, setting his tea down. “Very well. I will answer your blunt question with a blunt response.” He faced her completely and Serena was reminded how much larger he was than her. He raised his hand, his leather clad thumb circling around her lower lip before Serena caught it.

“Stop.”

“You kiss like an innocent little noble,” he said, making good on his promise of giving her a blunt answer. It blindsided her enough that she lowered the hand that was covering Alfons’s. “Tell me, were you thinking about that paltry little kiss all day long? Did it make your heart race?”

Serena was too stubborn to answer him because she knew the answers to his questions were all “yes”. All she did was turn away and try to grab her tea.

Alfons’s laugh was louder. “How amusing. That’s how they all kiss, by the way. One brush of the lips and it sends them to the brink of insanity.”

“Are you here to just goad me?” She knew there was absolutely zero chance she would win with her switchblade but maybe if she threw hot tea at his face…

“Of course not. However, if you intend on staying on as my dutiful fairytale keeper and fellow co-conspirator, I have to insist we get better acquainted.” Serena knew that was a given. But…Alfons continued. “That’s why I wish to kiss you like a man does a woman. Won’t you do that for me?”

Serena instantly wanted to say no. Up until yesterday, the only person she had ever kissed was Patrick. She would always compare them, no matter what.

Alfons spoke again. “Perhaps I thought incorrectly of you. You struck me as someone who could survive the depths of pleasure, pain, insanity,...” He was closer to her, definitely goading her.

He was more than attractive, that much she could admit. “One kiss.”

Alfons didn’t hesitate, bringing himself close to her, his hand expertly reaching to stroke her bottom lip. “You have beautiful bone structure,” he said. “High cheekbones. Full lips. Perfect for kissing.” Alfonse moved closer, his lips finding her upper lips, caressing them with his. His lips moved down mid-kiss to squeeze her lower lip. She inhaled as she tried to control her out of control heartbeat as he cupped her cheeks with his hands, his kiss firm and yet so practiced. She couldn’t help but clumsily follow his lead.

He broke the kiss, where their lips made the softest popping noise. An unmistakable noise of two lovers caught in a liplock.

She was dazed for a moment before the instant comparison arose. This wasn’t anything like how Patrick kissed her. It wasn’t desperate, nor urgent but she felt…wanted. She moved away but he kept his hands on her cheeks.

“Did you enjoy that? No matter what you’ll say I know you did.”

Serena took a deep breath, unable to counter him. “I did.” 

“Good. Now…” Alfons brought himself close to Serena once more, their lips meeting again as he kissed her squarely in the middle, their lips meeting each other’s again and again as his hands stayed resting on her cheek. She threw her arms around his neck, getting on her knees to match him, even though she knew she was inexperienced going against someone like him who was leagues ahead of her.

Alfons’s tongue prodded at her lips, parting them as he entered her mouth slowly, getting a taste of her. Serena was surprised, lost until his tongue found hers, caressing hers. She followed his move, like a mirror. There was increased urgency as his hands began to move down to her chest, ghosting over her breast as their tongues moved together, which caused her to breathe in sharply.

He broke the kiss. “Very good,” he said, licking his lips. Serena couldn’t help but think he looked so damned seductive and she knew he knew this terrible fact.

“It was. I…”

Alfons interrupted her. “Want seconds, Miss Robin? Let me sink us down to the depths of pleasure.”

Alfons closed the gap between them, his taste of Bergamot once against enveloping her as his tongue found hers again. She wondered if this is how Patrick and Roxane had kissed. Meanwhile hers were the chaste, reserved kisses. If Patrick wanted her, truly wanted her, he would kiss her like this.

Alfons startled her by lifting her up from the sofa. This time she ended the kiss. “Where in the world are we going? And the tea set?”

“While I love a good clandestine rendezvous, there was a reason why I wanted to use the bedroom as our meeting spot. As for the tea, the maids will pick it up. Don't worry about something as trivial as that.”

Serena understood as he carried her up the stairs. A whirlwind of thoughts began to stir. Alfons would eat her up but…but…how many times had the love of her life lay with that woman? And here she was, finally wanted. She would never marry Alfons, no one would want her. So why…

“I can walk by myself,” she said.

“They say it’s more romantic this way. The way a groom would carry his bride, no?” She couldn’t believe his words, nor what was happening. He moved her up to nibble on her ear before he whispered. “I’ll be gentle. Don’t be afraid of me.”

“I’m not.”

“You should be.”

Alfons’s room was elegant yet also spartan, with sprawling mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling. He set her down on the bed, which felt like she was a poor insect and Alfons the beautiful spider, trapping her in his web as he caged his body on top of hers, resuming their kisses. 

He spoke between kisses, his gloved hands palming her breasts, which caused her to reflexively inhale deeply. “Poor thing. You’ve never been touched.” His hand slipped under her pajama blouse, squeezing her breast, his skilled fingers kneading her, drawing out her nipples. He watched her reactions with endless amusement as she squirmed underneath her. “Does it give you pleasure? Remember that lying is pointless.”

“Yes,” she hissed as he began to unbutton her pajamas. “It feels really good. Happy?”

His skin was impossibly clear, glossy in the moonlight. “Next time I’d rather you wear a chemise or a nightgown,” he said, freeing her of her top before moving his lips to her breasts, drawing out her nipples with his skilled tongue, swirling, putting just the right amount of pressure. He moaned as he consumed her, causing her to moan in turn.

Alfons stopped for an agonizing few seconds. She whined. 

“My, how quickly have you taken to such pleasure. We haven’t even started yet.” Alfons began to lower his kisses down her stomach, leaving a tantalizing trail of kisses, his lips continuing their sensual pressure as he undid her silk and lace bottoms, lowering them and her underwear. He let out a small laugh as he kissed her womb, moving lower as his gloved fingers brushed against her hairs.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re just as red over here. Quite a rarity,” he said, twirling a strand, which caused her to yelp.

“R-really,” she said, trying to mask her pleasure, or perhaps her yearning to see what he’d do next. 

“Yes,” he echoed. “Relax for me.” She followed his instructions as his kisses got lower, inhaling her as he parted her folds. She gasped. “There, there. I said I’d be gentle,” he said, breathing against her arousal. “This time.” Then his tongue elongated, licking a stripe of her wetness, causing her to moan. She lifted her hand to cover her mouth but Alfons’ hand caught her. “No. I want to hear every sound you make. Don’t hold back and neither will I.”

He began to focus entirely on her, parting her legs and setting them on his back as he vigorously licked her. He was teasing her relentlessly as she would gasp every time his tongue found her clit, then moved to stroke the rest of her folds with her tongue, then back again. Each time she moaned. 

She remembered reading about this act in her mother’s secret erotic novels, fantasizing about this exact scenario on her wedding night to Patrick. But instead, she was getting this from…from Alfons’s skilled tongue as he teased her every corner, his tongue filling her before he began to flick relentlessly on her clit, now trying to get her to come. She moved her hands, gripping the pillow behind her as he rolled her hips up and down, keeping her legs open, ignoring the reflection of her writhing in pleasure as he continued taking her with his tongue. Serena breathed in and out, panting in a steady rhythm as the heat grew and grew, like a hot air balloon welling deep inside her. And then she felt it, a tidal wave of pleasure as Alfons’s tongue hit her bundle of nerves and everything that came with it, his tongue lapping up her every juice, her every pleasure.

There was a moment of silence between them in the darkness of the room. An eerie calm had enveloped the bedroom until she heard a rustling noise.

Alfons’s voice cut through the darkness. “Was that your first orgasm?”

She shook her head. “N-no.”

“You’re not as innocent as you seem. Noble girls…” he laughed, crawling up her body, giving her an upwards trail of kisses. “Unmarried noble girls like yourselves, are just like unplucked flowers. But you…” He coaxed her legs up to remove her bottoms, rendering her naked. 

“Have you had a virgin before?”

“Many.”

“Then I’m just one in a long line.” 

“You will have your qualities. But it’s only a matter of time and with some searching…you’ll stand out above the rest.” Then what could possibly make her different? “Are you ready?”

Alfons pulled at his drawer, taking out a small contraption she didn’t recognize. “What’s that?”

“To practice pleasure, one needs to exercise caution. While you are one hundred percent free of disease, I don’t wish to conceive a child, and neither do you.” A grin escaped his face. “Care to help me put it on? I’ll teach you.”

He began to strip out of his clothes, pulling his top up and his bottoms down, exposing his length. It was bigger than she thought they’d look as his cock seemed to be pointing at her entrance. “N-no thanks,” she said, noticing her throat was dry. “D-do it yourself.”

With the contraption, he rolled it up his length. She saw him, a perfect vision in the darkness. Only naked save for his hands, which she thought was odd but the last remaining rational vestiges of her mind reminded her that they were likely there for a reason. 

Alfons began to kiss between her breasts, then her lips again, taking off her glasses and setting them aside on the nightstand with her small pile of clothes. He loosened her pigtails. One, then the other. She breathed in as she felt his erection against her entrance. He shushed her. “You won’t regret this.” He coaxed her upwards, their lips gently meeting for deceptively gentle kisses, much like their first kiss before she felt something stretching her below, an intrusion. He moved to fit in deeper, deeper, contrasting the tongueless kisses he was giving her.

She didn’t move as he entered her, shocked at the feeling of him inside her and he stopped kissing her.

It was an agonizing moment of silence. Then he started to withdraw, which caused her to whine.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered. “Trust me just this once.” Then he slammed into her, causing her to hiss in pleasure. He began slowly, his strokes soft. 

“Am I doing this right?” She hated how vulnerable she sounded but Alfons paid it no mind.

He smiled. “You are,” he said amidst the darkness. “You’re doing amazing. Wrap your legs around my back and let me take care of you.” She did just so, her legs latching at his back as he began a steady rhythm. 

Serena gasped from how good it felt.  

“Let it all out.” Spurred on from her gasps, Alfons’s pace began to steadily move faster, more ruthless. His gloved hand traced her lips as they kept moving together, breaths steady. Alfons began to move his tongue back to her breasts as he kept going, her breathing growing heavier as he began to roll her hips with his other hand, squeezing her every curve.

“Ah,” she moaned.

“More,” he said, moving more forcefully as he now began a pattern of withdrawal then slamming back inside her. “Ah yes!” he said, as if savoring her.

“God!” she whispered, closing her eyes as she felt a second tidal wave hit her. Alfonse began to sense this, his movements now more urgent, frenzied as they rocked together and she felt her walls clench and push all around him as a sweet release began to take hold of her. “Ngh!” She couldn’t form a coherent word as she came. Alfons buried himself in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply as he let out a groan of pleasure, of satisfaction.

He let out a few haphazard strokes as he came, then pulling out and rolling over to her side.

“Did you enjoy that?” He was facing her, stroking her cheek with a gloved finger.

Serena wanted to lift a blanket to cover herself, but there were none nearby. “Yes, it was pretty good. Not how I imagined it, though.”

He rolled over to his stomach, propping himself on one elbow, a finger running up and down her arm. “Will you tell your lover how you imagined it?”

“Lover? Let’s not go too far.” She looked out the window, watching the shadows of trees move. “I had imagined it with my fiance.”

“Fiance?” he asked with a laugh. “How naughty of you to be so attached…”

“Ex-fiance,” she corrected.

“Ah, I see. How unfortunate for you, I suppose. And now you’re in my bed.” He kept stroking her arm. “I can share secrets with you. Will you allow me that honor of having yours?”

“You already had the honor of taking my virginity.”

“I’m a greedy man.” He began to flick his finger at her nipple.

“Stop that!” She began to do the same to him with his nipple, which made him laugh once more. “When I was a teenager, I was engaged. I loved him with every fiber of my being.” Alfons stopped playing with her body. “But he broke it off for another woman. They’re married now, with two little ones. And here I am.” That wasn’t even the abridged version of the story. She was deliberately missing out on so many details.

“Here you are,” he said, an echo, as if a mirror on the wall, his blue eyes not leaving hers. “What was his name?”

“Patrick Villers-Howard.”

“Patrick,” he said, nodding. It was odd to hear him say his name, a name she hadn’t muttered in years. A name that caused her much pleasure, yet so much heartache.

“The moment he met her, anything we had was doomed.” She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was stark naked with a man she barely knew talking about this topic in particular.

“I see,” he said. “But perhaps he didn't want you in the first place.” He brought his propped up hand to his mouth, and pulled it with his teeth. Her eyes widened at the unexpectedly seductive move. He withdrew his playful hand from her body, repeating the same action with his teeth pulling off his glove. The gloves made a small plop, plop noise as they fell onto the bed, falling gracefully. Her eyes saw his hands, smooth and without a single scar. 

She couldn’t understand what was happening but her adrenaline began to rise from his actions, like she stumbled upon a sight she was not meant to see.

Alfons’s bare hand stroked her cheek, his thumb padding over her cheekbone and giving her forehead a gentle kiss. “Close your eyes.”

She was trapped in this vortex of Alfons’s bed and so she did the most illogical thing imaginable. She closed her eyes, feeling fingers scrape throughout her body. Then whispers sweet as candy filled her ears alongside featherlight kisses on her earlobe. She felt a pair of hands reach the nape of her neck, stroking her softly, causing her to shudder.

“Relax…relax…” A soothing voice said.

She felt herself falling…falling…falling….falling into a pit of depths disguised as satin sheets and pillows. The world shifted and a ghost from her past emerged as she took in a deep breath, exhaling.

There he was. Brown hair and captivating blue-green eyes. A handsome, golden face and he was naked beside her. “Patrick!” 

“Serena,” he said. His voice…it felt like she was a desert flower and he the rain. A voice she only heard in her dreams. Without thinking twice, she threw her arms around him. “What are you doing here?”

“I left her. My family was right. It should have been you I married.”

“Patrick.” She crawled towards him and took his hand, kissing the palm of his hand. “It always should have been me, you buffoon. I was the perfect woman for you. Made myself perfect for you,” she said between kisses. Then she set down his hand and pushed him down the bed. “All for you to fuck it up with some adopted penniless girl.”

“It’s you I love.”

Hearing those words made her heart soar. Patrick, who had never said those words to her. She moved to kiss his lips, his kiss deep and all-encompassing. She broke their kiss. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.” She began to kiss down his body, worshiping each part of his body with reverence, with love and adoration. His chest, his thighs, feet. She put every part of her soul into her kisses. 

He moaned. “Please, Serena.”

Serena pushed him down on the bed. When the rumors began, when there were whispers of him kissing and holding Roxane in the garden mazes, Serena would fantasize about cornering him and taking over, ensuring that he would never forget her.

“Please, Serena, I want you,” he said, pleading, his voice matching the many late night fantasies she had of him when they were engaged.

She climbed him, watching him open a drawer and sift through it. She moved to the discarded pile of her clothes on the other nightstand, grabbing her own beloved item as he got himself ready for her.

“After this, love me and only me,” she said as he helped her down his shaft, filling her wet warmth with his eager cock. How she had fantasized about this. She rode him slowly. “You feel as good as I imagined.”

“So do you…Serena…Serena…”

“Patrick…if I ever see you with that bitch again, I will…I will…” she unleashed her switchblade on his neck, careful not to let the blade touch his perfect skin. 

His eyes widened and yet, he sighed in pleasure, as if betraying the surprise as he squeezed her ass, moving her to his liking.

She moaned louder as she ran the knife down his body, careful not to hurt him. Their movements were primal, rhythmic as she rode him, trying to match it the way her fantasies went. The knife moved down to his nipples, then his abs, careful not to break the skin as she cut a mark. 

“I’m marking you,” she said. “You’re mine. All mine. No one else’s.”

She rode him harder as she wrote S.H on his chest, careful to make the wound shallow. Satisfied, she cast the knife aside and threw it to the side, giving him short but impactful rides as their bodies squelched together. 

“Patrick, I’m so close….please….” She begged, watching the small droplets of blood drip down his chest, exciting her more. “Fuck…”

“Serena…I love you,” he said.

Those were the magic words that made her feel an ecstasy unlike anything else she had ever felt before, arching her back as stars filled her eyes. Patrick came right after her, letting out a yell of pleasure.

She collapsed on top of him, but refused to pull out, cuddling him. “You bastard,” she said. “Just for that, you’re not leaving me, not for a moment.” She kept him inside her, even though she was sore and bruised, she needed him to stay. Stay with her forever.

“I couldn’t leave you if I tried,” he said, cooing into her ear and rubbing his delicate hands on her body. Their legs intertwined as exhaustion finally set in. But as she began to fall asleep, she saw a shift in Patrick’s hair, momentarily matching the inky black depths of night.

***

The first thing she felt when she woke up the next day was something warm inside her.  She stirred, remembering the night she had spent with Patrick. A night with no nightmares, only sweet dreams.

But when her eyes awoke, she didn’t see the soft brown of his hair, but black strands. She was cuddling him.

She jolted, feeling disoriented. It woke up the man next to her as they lost their connection and he was no longer inside her. “What…what the…”

Her bed partner woke up. It wasn’t Patrick. Memories flashed in her eyes. No, this was one of the men of Crown, Alfons Sylvatica. She was in his bed, holding him, cuddling him tight. But…she had also been with Patrick. Right?

“Good morning,” he said, removing his arm from her. “I didn’t take you as a cuddler, but then again, that was quite the sweet dream you had. Did you enjoy it?”

“The fuck did you do?” Pleasantries be damned.

Alfonse calmly propped himself against the headboard. “Why, I’ve helped you, my dear. In more ways than one.” He took a strand of her hair, his ash gray eyes shining with a look she couldn’t place. “Did you enjoy it? ” he asked again. “Your first time with Patrick?”

Bile rose up her body. “W-what?”

He moved closer to her, a finger caressing her cheek. “Allow me to introduce you to my Curse—Magic Mirror. One bare, naked touch to the nape of your neck, and I will show you the most beautiful, fleeting dreams. Your endless desires.”

Serena quickly put the pieces together. He had manipulated, made her see what she wanted to see. 

She recalled Victor’s warning yesterday: “Do be careful about him. Out of all my sons, he is…perhaps the most pleasure seeking and his abilities are very much attuned to that affinity. You must understand that before moving on because once the glove comes off…I’m afraid you’ll be on your own. Will you accept that risk?”

Slowly, the proof showed itself. There was a mark on the center of his chest. A shallow mark reading S.H. She remembered carving that on Patrick’s skin, not Alfons’s. Her eyes widened in mortification as she shook. 

“No. That’s not…”

“Who cares whether it’s the truth or not?” He kissed her cheek. “More importantly, wouldn’t it be more appealing to have a fleeting dream with me?”

“I…” She recalled how she felt when she finally had the love of her life inside her. She felt so wanted, so beautiful. “It was, but that doesn’t mean that…”

“If you can’t accept reality, then run from it. Run to me and I’ll wash them all away for you.” He kissed her other cheek, his kiss tender. Like a lover's.

Serena moved away from him. Alfons…he really was the spider weaving not just trapping her into his lair, but also weaving illusory threads built off her weaknesses. “Stop it.” Tears began to spring out of her eyes. Then she remembered the knife. The knife she had used to hurt Patrick. To hurt Roxane and she stilled, frozen as though she were to lose consciousness.

Alfons embraced her as if understanding. He kissed her forehead. “Shh…all you have to do is forget all of this fear…all of this pain and fill it with pleasure. After all, every inch of you is amazing.”

Alfons’s embrace calmed her, if only for a second, but she pulled away, quickly getting dressed. “I have to go.”

He waved his hand at her. “I’ll leave you to your typewriter. I’m certain you have much to write in your little lorebook. Come seek me out when you’re ready again, my dearest, most delightfully insane Robin.” He bowed at her, still stark naked as she turned tail and ran, escaping from his darkness, his vision of lies now that daylight had exposed their truth.

She was too disgusted to leave him with parting words.

She ran until she finally reached the light, shutting the door and locking herself in her room.

She gazed at the bright blue sky, as if mocking her.

Because she knew better than anyone, that the night would always come for her.

[merwyn-muses]

Margarita is super friendly to everyone except ph (she just gets very quiet and tries to look away and ignore him) and to be honest its sorta a big old weakness to her. Like to think she has been told many times to stick up for herself but she likes giving people other chances. Because what if they need kindness? what if they been treated badly? She tries to treat everyone nice even if they are major jerks to her, Hell she has a hard time saying no to others unless if its work related. Legit she helped phil, vigi, theo, and noisette and etcetc with everything they asked of her even if shes scared of some of them, they can go to the pizzeria ask her "hey can you help me-" and marg even if she doesn't want to, will help out.

Ab marg even though she is mostly serious and angry does have her own dumbass moments- She does poke a tiny bit of fun at Brulo, but its harmless jabs and she makes sure she doesn't go too far with it and will apologize if she says something out of line (its like the only person she will apologize too as well). Like to think Anton and annie rope her into stupid stuff and marg even though they get on her nerves she enjoys being roped into stupid shit since she can just have some fun.

Like to think pizzano is more annoyed with marinara since shes always super energetic even off camera and just really doesn't care about herself- She gets hurt way to much and always goes to pizzano to ask for him to help her out. Hes just tired of it- tbh i can see everyone is tired of marinara since shes just super energetic and chaotic Also sorta think she doesn't know a bunch about relationships and had a fuck ton of hook ups instead of a actual relationship with people since that what she thought a relationship was. if someone just explains what a romantic relationship was she would probably be so confused with it.

Marco brings her pet biscuits around everywhere since biscuits gives her a fuck ton of comfort. She always has her by her side or at least has her in the mailtruck. She doesn't bring a leash since she is pretty well behaved. Marco does sneak biscuits into some buildings like the candy club but she doesn't sneak her into everything she knows not to do that-

She has a fuck ton of sticky notes in her apartment since she has memory issues. She always put it on the fridge or on the sink counter in the bathroom to remind herself! She also has bad memories with dates and will always forget a friends birthday or a important date.

[meiffy]

Five things I like about myself!! o boy this is gonna be so long im sorry

1) I am a whiz kid when it comes to baking.. you want some macarons? Dino themed cookies? A two tiered London fog and lavender cake? I’m your girl!

2) im v open to hearing different perspectives, I don’t enjoy just running into anything head first, let’s talk about it, share ideas and concepts with each other. Educate me and allow me to educate you and hopefully we can find some common ground. Yea?

3) I like my nose. im African American— I’ve got a cute & big nose, I used to hate it, like a lot. but it’s really grown on me, it’s unique, it’s lovely. It’s special to me and my family only, I hope one day that my kids have my nose. It’s a special nose

4) y’all might look at me crazy for this one but— my forgetfulness, look I’m perfect at keeping secrets.. I won’t remember a damn thing. But it leads to cute things like sticky notes everywhere and millions of reminder apps. It’s annoying to most, ik, but it feels nice to put in the effort to remember things. It doesn’t come easily to me so if I have your birthday saved twenty times in my phone, it’s just because I care. It’s one of those ‘flaws’ that I’ve learned to embrace

5) im super easy to approach! literally pls let’s be friends, we can start talking like we’ve known each other for years, I wanna hear everything about you— what you like, what you don’t like, that cute guy in math class, tell me it all! I’ll greet you every single time with a smile

tagging the lovely: @illogicallyx @etherealxmaya @cuddyblupaivon @levis-butterfingers @peace-for-levi @paaaaaawy @vla-dtheimpaler @narcizes @unkownlostgirl @imbiafandbored

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers ✨

rah omg rome im using my laptop & i accidentally hit unfollow when i meant to send you this HSDFHSFS so if you saw me following you again... no you didn't

Sksjsjsjs I love you so much rylie baby you’re so sweet😭 but there was no need to send smn so tough in my inbox ok. Also I was about send a “:(” in your inbox💀💀

Ok 5 things I like about myself<3

I don’t or possibly can’t and won’t sugarcoat things, if I don’t like it, or you, I’ll just put it out there

Me writing, like idk what I write and idk who reads it or doesn’t, I like it

The way I look? Physical appearance wise, I mean sure I have my days but please- miss girl is very pretty

I like to think I’m a fast learner, or at least I grasp things fast and ye—puts me at an edge in my brain

Idk if It is a good thing or no, but I’m more rational than emotional in my approach and I just prefer thinking that it keeps me balanced this way

Anyways💀 tagging (because I’m also lazy<3): @illogicallyx @4sat0ruu @meiffy @cindol @immurrsed @romiyaro @rizzmin @kyojurismo @hqkalon @devoti (+you rylie but I’m assuming you already got it baby)

[eene-fangirl]

A Birthday Surprise (An EENE Commission)

I have not posted an EENE story in a while. It was fun writing this! This is a commission. If you would like to request a commission from me, feel free to message me. I hope you enjoy the story. Also, Edd is a genderbent in this fic. 

“Hurry up, Ed! We don’t have much time!” Eddy told his friend as he taped the last strand of wrapping paper. 

Ed wobbled on the ladder, hanging up the sign. “How’s this look, Eddy?” 

Looking up from the third box he was wrapping up, Eddy furrowed his eyebrows at the lopsided sign. Why would Ed hang one side on his disco ball and the other on his dresser? Who cares if it’s lopsided? Double Dee would snip at him that the sign was out of proportion. Who cares. She was going to love this!

“Where should I put all the snacks, Eddy?” Ed asked, balancing himself on one foot. He was holding the punch bowl, bags of chips, drinks, and one jawbreaker on his head.

“You’d better not spill any of that,” Eddy warned him. For safe measures, he moved the presents to a safer place. He didn’t want anything to happen to them. For the last three weeks, Eddy had been scamming the neighborhood kids, mowed six lawns in the neighborhood, and even agreed to do all the chores that his mother wanted him to do. 

Placing all the snacks as carefully as he could on the table, Ed happily danced around. He started wrapping his gift for Double Dee. Albeit it was a dinosaur toy that they’d been passing around for a while now, she still loved dinosaurs. “When are we going to jump out and shout surprise to Double Dee, Eddy?”

“Calm down, lumpy,” Eddy told him as he stepped off the ladder. “First, we gotta get her over here. And wrap up the rest of these presents.”

“Do you think Double Dee is going to like to pin the tail on Albert Einstein?” Ed was already playing the game himself, a blindfold around his eyes as he was blindly wandering around with the tail.

“Would you be careful? And who said you could open the gifts?” Eddy slightly pushed Ed away from him. 

“I’m just excited!” The taller of the friends beckoned giving himself a warm hug. “Double Dee’s parents have never given her a party like this on any of her birthdays.”

Don’t remind me, Eddy grumbled to himself.  Straitening up his shoulders, he placed his hands in his pockets and started outside. “I’ll be right back.”

As Eddy walked down the cul-de-sac to Double Dee’s house, he thought back to last year, the dreaded day that he never wanted to think about. Earlier that morning, he’d sent a happy birthday text to Double Dee. The weird part is that she never responded. When he and Ed invested for themselves, the poor girl was sitting alone in her house, sticky notes with her parent's requests and demands everywhere. None of them said ‘Happy Birthday.’

This year was going to be different. 

About to knock on the door, Eddy had a different idea. Snickering to himself, he stepped into the bushes and rang the doorbell. Hearing footsteps, Double Dee answered the door. Bewildered, she looked around until Eddy jumped out of the bushes.

“Happy Birthday, Double Dee!” Eddy screamed, waving his arms all around as leaves covered his face.

His happy greetings didn’t meet the reaction he was hoping for. Double Dee’s eyes were red from crying. Tears still stained her face. It broke Eddy’s heart to see his friend this way, especially on one of the most joyous days.

“Oh, Eddy, I don’t mean to be the bearer of bad news,” Double Dee started, looking at her feet. “But today is not a good day for glorifying my birthday. I don’t feel up to it today.”

Eddy turned his brow up. “And why is that? Aren’t you the one who made sure that I had a cake even when I didn’t want one for my birthday?”

The young girl nodded in agreement. “Yes, I can attest to that. But mother and father...” her voice broke, and she hugged herself. “They didn’t leave me a sticky note even acknowledging my birthday.”

“Hey, what have I told you about them?” Eddy told his friend.

“I know, I know, I mustn’t let their disregard affect me, but Eddy.” The instant Double Dee looked at Eddy, her green eyes swimming in her own tears, Eddy thought that the dam was going to break after all these years and he’d start crying. “They’re my parents. It’s my birthday. What else is there to do?”

Shaking off the tears, Eddy smiled. “I got an idea, sockhead. Come on over to my place. Ed and I have a surprise for you.”

Double Dee smiled, but it wasn’t for long. “Again, I appreciate you and Ed trying to make this a special day...”

Without letting Double Dee finish her sentence, Eddy grabbed her hand and pulled her down the cul-de-sac to his house. All the while, Double Dee would not stop talking about how there was no need to make her birthday special. As soon as Eddy opened the door to his room, Double Dee was surprised at all the party favors, the birthday sign, and most especially, the presents in the corner of Eddy’s room.

“Happy Birthday, Double Dee!” Ed shouted in glee, tooting his party horn. He strapped a party hat to his friend’s head. 

“My word, you two put this festivity together for me?” Tears streamed down Double Dee’s face again, but this time they were happy tears.

“You’re our pal, Double Dee. Now let’s quit the sugar talk and open your presents,” Eddy said, handing one of his gifts to her.

Double Dee loved the telescope, the dinosaur, and the jawbreaker. At Ed’s insist, they also played pin the tail on the donkey. It was the best birthday she could ever have. Giving her two very best friends a hug.

“Thank you, fellows. I will never forget this birthday,” Double Dee smiled in gratitude.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t rub it in, Double Dee,” Eddy acted like he didn’t care, but inside, he felt that warm feeling Double Dee described to him once.

[loneworldgazer]

omg you said that you don't enjoy (?) write haikyuu anymore bc you are in another fandoms........ but if you can pls pls pls i want to request haikyuu!!!!

gender neutral headcannon — shiratorizawa/nekoma/inarizaki with emotionless manager (face expression), but caring (acts of service and words of affirmation love language)

i am really sorry if my request bothering you........ it would be fine if you say no, i understand!!!!

thank you for your hard work i really appreciate it!!!! take care of yourself, ily!!!!

(sorry for my bad grammar, english is not my native language)

Emotionless!Manager

nekoma and shiratorizawa x gen!reader

a/n: nono i'm okay with haikyuu requests but i just don't write it that often, eitherway enjoy!

(sorry for late response and thank you for all the sweet messages💕💕 also i think i'll do inarizaki in the future if i can.. or not??)

Nekoma

they don't mean any offense but they look at you weird sometimes

when you joined the team, being fresh and all they couldn't pinpoint your personality

you were emotionless that you scare them when you had no reaction to certain things they do

kenma understood you and saw the bliss of things you've done like lending a hand for help or giving snacks to your classmates

this one time, he felt nervous and embarassingly he finds the action of him shaking, hands clasped together to stop his anxiety (it's not bb, don't worry)

your hands reached out for him and warmly squeezed it, softly asking him if he needs some time of his mind and a conversation to distract whatever he's experiencing

his heart leaped, startled by your sudden actions and he accidently squeezed you too hard making you wince

an akward apology he mustered to you but you whispered to him that it's alright, you sat him down and asked him to do breathing exercises

that moment he felt that you were purely understood by the rest of the team because you just have a hard time with emotions and explain it better by actions

so he quickly corrects his team mates' muttering with how nice you actually are

his team mates were taken aback by how well he seemed to know you but kenma just responded nonchalantly that there were obvious moments you helped the team with care

from that time on, they examined you

it was obnoxious.. but you let it slide it was irritating, it was endearing.. but still irritating

but they catch on so they also give you things in return

one would give you small trinkets and plushies and say most of it reminds him of you (he gives a lot so you wonder how many times they would remind him of you)

if anyone would ask what's with the amount of stuffies on your desk, you would say a dear person gave it to you (though it looks like multiple confessions lead to the junk littering the table)

one would give you snacks like how you gave the whole team time to time

from little sweets to freshly baked bread, he would give them to you or share

he likes the small moments of you enjoying what he gave you while you slowly chewed on whatever's in your hands

one would lend a helping hand eventhough you reject his help nicely, he would still worm himself over to you

like carrying chairs, setting the net with you, readjusting the positions they were on your little clipboard you used to brainstorm wuth them and etc

noticing all of them doing this in return for what you did for them makes you crack out a small crooked smile

their hearts combusted if you would ever personally direct it to them

it warms you when they choose to do sugary actions, like rewarding you for your hard work

(you deserve it.)

Shiratorizawa

"you're just like our captain!" (guess who said that)

ushijima tries his best to warmly welcome you in the team and he feels grateful to have you on it when you immediately rush over to do your tasks immediately

the team notices your lack of reaction and they guessed everything in the book of why you would do it

their main thought was difficulty in emotions and they kinda struggled to approach you when they want to ask for help

goshiki was the main thing in which they could see that you were infact a big softie finding trouble to communicate as you help the poor boy with his homework and studies

that's why study groups are a thing now, to help you back (which you had to admit, there were some things you couldn't really understand in class) and you sighed gratefully that you had the boys to help you

one would leave sticky notes everywhere, telling you that you're doing a great work and doodling in every note he gives you

trying to show appreciation to what he does, you would put a board up, putting up his sticky notes on it that if he sees it, he would add more (stop him, he's a menace)

if guitar playing isn't a reward then what is it???

tendou would annoy semi to bring out his guitar at end of studying to play off his new songs

you would speak up and say that his voice was pretty that you nearly knock the boy off his feet (not because of tendou punching him the stomach for being a show off but because of him being a showoff)

it was like a captivating lullaby you would listen to every night if you want to flatter him more and make the whole group go crazy and go "oOoOOo" at him

one was a tough cookie to crack but tell him that he's a hella good player and this man is on his knees

he lives off your compliments and praises that he just has a nasty feeling in his heart he can't settle that you were just raising his ego so he blurt it out one day

asking if what you say is true

"huh??" if that isn't an honest response to his heart then idk what is

he just pats your shoulder and nods, saying his thank you, countinuing with practise

the whole team needed validation with how they're playing with the constant barks from the coach (it did helped them but hearing a more softer "good job" calms them down more than an old strict dog on a leash on their butts to haunt them if they fail)

they would sometimes look back at you and you would give a tiny thumbs up they would smile at and get back into the game to get more of your words by the end of the game

"you're just like our captain, a big softie with a bigger heart!" (guess who said that again)

a small eyeroll from you made the whole team laugh even earning a tiny nod from the captain from his best friend's words

a big softie.. you smile at random times remembering the words said by one of your dear friends on the team you manage

[spookybias]

unorthodox love languages ‣ [ skz ] ✧

pairing: skz x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship au

word count: 842

note: this is my first ot8 post. i don't think a few of the love languages make sense when explained, but eh.

⌕ › bang chan

keeping a gratitude jar

the two of you each have a jar filled with notes from one another. the notes range from reasons why you love each other to memorable moments that you always want to remind each other of to corny jokes and puns just in case it's been a rough day. the jars should only last 365 days, but when you're not looking, chan shoves a few extras in your jar every now and then. he always has so much more to say to you. words of affirmation his thing, and never wants you to run out of his love for you. he's entirely grateful that he gets to call you his.

⌕ › lee minho

taking naps together

there's something vulnerable about sleeping next to someone in the day time. you let them lay next to you, or even on top of you, without any awareness as to what they're doing once you enter a deep slumber. minho likes this sense of security. the two of you feel safe around each other and the trust within your relationship is all minho really cares about. even if one of you is mad at the other, he still snuggles in close with an arm around your waist or with your hand clasped in his. daytime sleeping is more intimate because it's clear that you want to be around this person even when you're far away and they're wide awake and capable of whatever they want.

⌕ › seo changbin

sitting together but doing different activities

changbin literally just wants to be near you. he doesn't care what you're doing, he'll plop down right next to you and find something to do with an arm around your shoulders. not to be dramatic, but you could be lying on the floor counting dust bunnies and he'll bring his laptop and papers down with him as he lays on one arm to keep you company. spending time with you is important to him, even if you aren't doing the same thing. you're still together, and quiet times like these are what changbin is extremely passionate about. because even when you two are busy, you both still have the luxury of keeping each other company.

⌕ › hwang hyunjin

sharing food

it's common for food to be shared between the two of you. hyunjin always offers you a bite first, and that includes when you're sitting across from him with your own meal. this is hyunjin's way of saying that he will share anything with you, offer anything to you. he would pretty much share a heart and a soul with you if he could. he loves to feed you as well. hyunjin puts you before him and always wants to give you everything. that's just how he loves.

⌕ › han jisung

making playlists

jisung has established a playlist based on all of his favorite moments with you. each song offers a memory that he cherishes most. he also has shorter playslist ready for whenever you're down or dealing with a particular type of situation. this is jisung's way of saying, "i'm here for you." and it's true, he always is there for you, but when he's not physically he expects that you put one of his playlists on loop.

⌕ › lee felix

sending cute reaction pics

it's not exactly hard for felix to take the time to explain every single emotion you make him feel and how you make him feel it. but to him, it's just never enough. he will never be one-hundred percent satisfied with how he expresses his love to you and believes that there should always be a little more added after every "i love you so much". that's where the cute little lovey dovey reaction memes come in. expect one after every long paragraph showcasing why you're his favorite person in the world. another thing is, the reaction pics tend to be heartwarming while humorous. it's helpful to felix since he wouldn't want his love to be heavy on you.

⌕ › kim seungmin

having a 1:1 bookclub

quality time is everything to seungmin, and he especially loves the quiet moments the two of you share. the both of you always make time for your 1:1 bookclub, a book open on your lap while you sit between seungmin's legs. there also times where you guys listen to music, sharing airpods as you read. not only does sharing with him deliver a sugary feeling, but it's also nice to have a shared interest. he reads faster than you, though, so he might gasp out before you reach an intense scene and somewhat spoil the suspense for you.

⌕ › yang jeongin

leaving sticky notes everywhere

jeongin has an assortment of sticky notes —all different colors and some with patterns— just for you. he's not the best when it comes to diving in deep with his feelings and sharing his thoughts out loud, but he's good at expressing them with reminders and cute doodles for you. sometimes the notes will be on the bathroom mirror or on your cardigan, but other times they're in unsuspected places like on the forty-third page of your notebook or in the panda-shaped mug you have in the back of the cabinet. he likes surprising you with loving messages 'cause you never know when a hardship is around the corner.

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[marc-spectorr]

So I want too talk about Stevens book shelves and him with books in general. I know at least half of those books are about Egyptology and the other half are french poems. I also imagine a 3rd of them are about gold fish because I feel like Steven is the kind of person who researches things before he dose them. So I know he dose his best to try and take care of the Gus's. (There will be more about the fish later.)

In the first episode I think there is a clip of Steven going through a Egyptian mythology book and highlighting things. I don't doubt he writes notes in the margins like the dad did in journey of the center of the earth. I like to think he sticky tabs things too especially things that amuse him. He probably goes through stationary very fast.

His bookshelves are chaotic. Not to mention all of the books stacked on his desk. I can imagine trying to organize his bookshelves with him and he gets fussy by the end of it because he knew where all of his books where in his little stacks everywhere. But, If you tried to find anything it would probably take all night. That would probably lead to your first couple fight tbh.

He also probably has notebooks filled with all the info on god's and goddesses, and I can see him making his own hieroglyph codex ect. He's a really good note taker.

Long story short if you let that man wonder into a bookstore he would have credit card debt in a millisecond.

(I'm putting my fish nerd Glasses on. -i really want a tank of cherry barbs and peacock gudgeons but, I digress- If I remember right goldfish need to be in really big tanks so they grow and move around freely. -in my head there like the midsize version of koi fish- Gold fish get really big I think some can get to be at least 10 inches or more. I'm just really happy to see the gold fish in a nice big tank instead of a bowl. Or some small bullshit tank from Petco/PetSmart. Don't get me started on Betta fish or hermet crab housing it's horrible honestly. I've wanted a fish tank for a while can you tell lol 🤣. )

Anyway I know you're filling down and if I could hug you through the screen I would. I hope my ramblings made you smile today 😊 take it easy Callie 🧡

hiya hi sails! it's always lovely hearing from you :))

there's something sooo cozy about steven's flat despite how chaotic it looks with all his books lying around (and this is coming from me, a neat freak haha). but going back to what you said, i'm pretty sure he writes little annotations on the side/post-it notes. imagine finding his favorite poetry book and reading the lines that he highlighted bc they remind him of you. also, idk why, but i'd find great pleasure in organizing those books in a more orderly way lmaoaoa. it'll be his own library in the comfort of his home 🥺

hehe i agree, steven def did his research before getting gus 😌. i'm still soft thinking about how gus 2.0 has a friend with him in the tank. hopefully there'll be a third one once steven and marc are cool with jake sksksk (but i'm forever picturing him adopting a cat, and at first, the other two are worried that their fish might get eaten or something but turns out the sweet kitty is alright just watching them swim around in the tank)

[lunar-writes]

SakuAtsu Timeskip

❀ Atsumu holds open doors for Sakusa everywhere they go. He always makes sure to use his sleeve (or a separate cloth, if a t-shirt) and sanitizer before holding Sakusa's hand again.

❀ Atsumu secretly loves seeing Kiyoomi's hair when it's wet. His curls droop and plaster to his face, him appearing even more endearing than before.

❀ Sakusa has matching sets of masks for them. His favorites are the ones with orange and black fox logos on the front.

❀ The frequent restaurant for their dates are Onigiri Miya (to no one's surprise). Sakusa gets Umeboshi onigiri on the house every time while Osamu forces Atsumu to pay double. Every time they leave, Atsumu swears they're never going back, but Sakusa always knows better.

❀ Kiyoomi is a ferocious cuddler. There are mornings where he refuses to go for a run and instead dozes on Atsumu's chest. Atsumu never complains.

❀ Atsumu constantly swipes Sakusa's jackets. Sakusa never complains (much) because he knows his boyfriend always washes them before returning them to his closet.

❀ Once, Sakusa passed by a flower shop and made a spur-of-the-moment decision to get Atsumu a bouquet.

❀ Instead of typical cheek kisses, Atsumu gives Sakusa hand kisses. Sometimes he'll peck his knuckles, kiss the inside of his palm, or gently brush his lips over Sakusa's wrist. It's a gentle reminder that he loves and cares about the prickly man.

❀ Kiyoomi is a plant mom through and through. He and Atsumu have a cluster of succlents and ferns they tend to.

❀ Sakusa got the blonde into face masks as a nightly routine. They help each other put them on every night, and Atsumu never fails to tease him about being picky with the masks.

"Aww, Omi-kun, aren't cha being fancy tonight~?" "It's basic hygiene, Atsumu."

❀ Atsumu makes sure to pick up Sakusa's preferred cleaning products whenever he does grocery runs.

❀ On some occasions they'll unwind in the evenings under soft lamp lights, Sakusa reading a book with Atsumu's head in his lap, dozing lightly with Sakusa's fingers running through his hair.

❀ Bokuto has tried to convince them to go on double-dates with him and Akaashi, but to no avail.

❀ Atsumu leaves sticky notes filled with compliments in Kiyoomi's locker. The team teases him relentlessly for it.

❀ Atsumu tends to dance and sing along to whatever is playing through their radio in the kitchen. Sakusa has walked in on him a number of times, and simply watched as his boyfriend belts his soul out.

❀ Walking in the city park is their favorite activity to do together. Atsumu loves pointing out the activities surrounding them as Sakusa listens to him.

❀ All Sakusa has to do to get Atsumu to calm down is softly say "Tsumu" or "Atsu" and open his arms. They spend the rest of the night holding eachother and exchanging soothing words.

❀ Atsumu has tried to convince Kiyoomi to get his hair dyed so they match, but his boyfriend only wrinkles his nose in distaste of the idea.

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I'm still on a haikyuu fixation, so you know I gotta do some ~headcanons~. SakuAtsu has my heart entirely, so I had to pitch in my share for them ♡ hope I portrayed their domesticity well lmao, they deserve only the best—

[philosophy-with-anxiety]

this is my guide as a certified Depressed Bitch™️ for struggling through ur depression slump

(this is rlly long i’ll break it down into seperate posts because ik my bitches w depression don’t have the energy to read this. i’ll tag the broken down version under #certified depressed bitch series )

dry shampoo is ur best friend. too tired to take a shower? that’s perfectly okay. dry shampoo will make u feel a bit cleaner and more presentable

BABY WIPES. this goes along with the being too depressed to take a shower!!! just wipe down where ur stinkiest and done. easy, doesn’t take any energy, you can keep it by ur bed so u don’t even need to get up.

after baby wipes put on some deodorant. it helps. trust me.

whenever u have the energy to get up, make ur bed. it’s easier than it sounds i promise. put the pillows at the top. then pull up the blanket and straighten it. done. it helps move all that stagnant energy built up

if u hoard cups like me, get a nice cheap bin. put all of ur cups on/in it and put it in the sink. then put some soap and hot water. done. now u let them soak for however long u need and !! if u have to wash a pot u can just move the bin!!! it’s foolproof i swear.

open ur curtains and windows. please. u don’t have to go anywhere just sit near the window and get some light.

for laundry this is what i do, i pick up all the dirty clothes off the floor and put them in the laundry bin. that’s it. that’s all u have to do for the day.

laundry pt.2 the next day just chuck it all into the wash, set an alarm and move it into the dryer. then i put those clothes back into a bin of ur choosing. u can fold and put those clothes away whenever u feel u can. no rush. they will be fine in the bin i promise

if u have pets just sit by them and watch them. they love u so much and will miss u if u leave this world too early. stay for them.

listen to some nice music, i recommend the breath of the wild soundtrack or animal crossing if u feel like u cant handle words.

STICKY NOTES. just write cute little reminders. like remembering to drink water. or just complimenting urself. even if u don’t believe it.

have a comfort waterbottle, u carry it everywhere, u take it everywhere u go. it becomes a safety blanket AND it hydrates u. 10/10 recommend

if u have plants like me and are too depressed to take care of them, pick a day once a week to take them into the bath and give them a shower. just once a week. they will thank u.

ONE SECTION AT A TIME OKAY??? u do not need to get ur life together all at once. rome wasnt built in a day babe. one thing at a time. ex: “i have to do homework and catch up on school and clean my room and take care of my plants and-“ NO 😡💕 one thing at a motherfucking time. choose ONE. that is ur ticket. that’s all u have to think about today.

and if ur mom or someone tells u that u aren’t doing enough. well u know what. THEY ARENT U. u are still alive and that is an accomplishment all in itself so if they aren’t proud of u I WILL BE. im proud of u. one thing at a time babes.

smoothies. smoothies will get ur veggies and fruits in for a day and !!! they r easy. throw that shit in a blender and ur done.

eat something. if ur debating whether to eat something or not just because it’s “unhealthy” just eat it. u need sustenance for the emotional turmoil.

if ur room is a hot mess like mine, once again, ONE THING AT A TIME. one day focus on the floor. if it takes more than a day that’s okay. one section a week works too, hell i’ve done one section a MONTH.

break it down into small manageable tasks. if u cant figure out how to do that think about how u would break it down for a small child to do. treat urself gently. u have been through a lot. it’s okay to be nice to urself for once.

[electricaddict]

Kirishima Headcanons

There is no way I could miss this red haired baby ;-; he’s so sweet. Lets get started with him <3 Fem!reader, I hope y’all enjoy!

SFW-

 cried when you told him no croc at your parents house

Lives for croc memes

Kirishima loves to match with you, your outfit, shoes, phone wallpaper

Tries cooking for you but he isn’t too great at it, you fake it till you make it when he asks if its good (you haven’t had the heart to tell him its bad)

keeps one rock from everywhere you've had a date, he has a shadow box full of them, with a sticky note under each one from where and when he got it, even though he doesn’t really need them to remind him. 

period care is one of his specialities, he's got a STASH of chocolate and heating pads, he tries his best to keep you comfortable, its what a man would do <3

He only pranked you once and it was he put his extra red dye in your hair wash

buys you every squishmallow he sees (those squishy plushies)

also does not allow scales (per example of fat gum)

gym dates are his favorite dates, he loves improving himself with the person he loves most, and he thinks its better so he can keep the creepies off of you working out

went easy on you the first time you guys spared and he lost, bad

doesn’t like soda, he just doesn’t

he LOVES carrying you, just to flex his manliness

you sitting in his lap while y’all are cuddling is the best, his personal favorite

encourages you to hang with the bakusquad with him

He loves when you and Mina get along

NSFW-

hates when you make jokes about him using Unbreakable during sex because he knows it could seriously hurt you

Not too kinky, he likes tying you up every now and then but he’s more vanilla

Can be very romantic, and is passionate most of the time

Is up for anything you have to offer in bed

Fav positions are doggy style or against the wall, he’ll still show his strength to you while y’all are going at it

isn’t too good at pulling out, he’s just too into the moment, so he prefers anal or condoms because he doesn’t want to risk anything. That or he is big on birth control

LOVES eating you out, giving you pleasure is one of his favorite things, he’ll use his fingers and his tongue at the same time

Seeing you squirm is one of his personal favorites

not a big fan of receiving, he has an itching feeling someone’s gonna bite his dick

SPEAKING of, he named his dick. His name is Rocky :)

The idea of hot tub sex alone turns him on

Strongly believe he is a thigh man

When you wear thigh highs and his hoodie, he just can’t keep himself together

Pretty vocal, but not very verbal

His senses go oUT THE WINDOW, he is so in the moment he’s just kind of whiny and moaning the whole time but when he’s not he is praising you on how well you’re doing the whole time.

Good with aftercare, he’ll help clean you up but he falls asleep pretty quickly, but he never forgets to compliment on how well he did

Thanks for reading! Keep in mind this is just some random ideas that I have if you want me to specify some other things or talk about different ideas feel free to suggest something! :)

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Could you maybe do a individual headcannon for the lost boys seperate or poly having a wholesome bath with their S/O? Thats honestly something i think would be very interesting to see.

After all my exams, I needed some cuteness in my life so here you go- (also, I'm doing separate cause why not)

The Lost Boys x Wholesome Bath with S/O

David

You'd been so tired from a long day at work that when you found your boyfriend in your bedroom, either reading your current book and messing up your place-holder or simply just messing with everything and anything in your room, you practically flopped onto the bed and declared that you needed to take a shower. But, that standing seemed like too hard of an obstacle at the moment. David, not really thinking, just said, "You could just take a bath." You'd groaned, not even truly being tempted by the idea of a bath. It wasn't until he suggested that he'd take it with you- and do everything for you- that you were able to peel yourself off of your bed

David was David, and he was completely fine with taking care of you and well- being in charge. He ran the bath for you, as he wanted to pick the temperature.

He helped you strip out of your work clothes, and the two of you traded slow kisses as you helped him strip out of his. He was the first to climb in, and you leaned back against his back as you settled into the tub. He'd wrapped his arms around your middle, letting you lean your head back on his shoulder as the hot (nearly scalding jesus David) water practically lulled you to sleep

If David was honest, he was loving this. You were tired and willing to let him do everything, and he was far too willing to take full advantage.

He made you sit up a bit so he could wash your hair, but you had to bat his hands away when he went to wash your body. Even in your tired state, you could do that yourself.

It wasn't anything special or overly romantic, but it was definitely a tender moment between the two of you. After you were clean, the two of you sat until the water turned cold. You played with his hands, talked about what the two of you had gone up to in your time apart, and he took this time to be a tad more affectionate than usual. Kisses pressed to your cheek or shoulder, perhaps even a compliment here or there. He did most of the talking, but you weren't opposed to having his soothing voice ringing in your ears. Even if he did have to wake you up time and time again.

Even though it wasn't something overly romantic or planned, you still thought it was a wonderful evening with your favorite vampire, and he was more than willing to dry you off and tuck you into bed.

Dwayne

The bath had been planned

While he belonged to a gang of chaotic vampires and was definitely chaotic himself, he was also the only one of them that possessed braincells and common sense. He knew that he wasn't the most communicative, so he planned small gestures here or there just to remind you that he was thinking of you. After the two of you had been together for awhile, one of the things had been a romantic bath.

You'd had a hard week, but you found that the sound of music and the smell of candles lead you to your bathroom. Dwayne had just finished lighting the last candle, and you nearly made him knock it over when you opened the door and found what he'd planned. Soft rock ballads, so many candles it was probably a fire hazard, and the brunette had just started to fill up the tub. He'd even gotten some bath salts and bubble bath specific for the occasion. Though, it was your idea to drag him into the tub with you.

He had to drain the tub a bit to make sure the two of you didn't end up splashing water everywhere and you sighed as you settled against his back. He reached for your hands and intertwined your fingers before he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you around your middle and pressing kisses to your shoulder. You giggled and hummed, turning your head so he could press a kiss to your lips instead. The water was warm, but not nearly too hot.

Dwayne washed your hair for you, scrubbing slowly and gently massaging your scalp. You blushed when he went to wash your body, but the brunette kept it pg. He let you return the favor, and you did your best not to be tempted to spike his hair with the shampoo. Or be distracted by his chest.

After the two of you were washed and clean, you enjoyed the warmth of the bath until it ran cold (and even just laid together a little while after)

10/10 very romantic, even if it was nearly impossible making sure not to get your towel + your discarded clothes set on fire

Marko

The two of you had been at the boardwalk all evening, and, even though California was colder at night, it was still sweltering outside. The two of you decided that being sticky and lying in your just cleaned sheets wasn't the best way to go, and it was Marko that suggested the two of you take a shower *wink wink*.

Though, in the process of trying to figure out your showerhead, this man accidentally broke it. Yeah. Vampire strength plus one (1) angry white boy doesn't usually end well, and the two of you are tasked to take a bath instead. (Don't worry though, you're used to Marko breaking your stuff and he often fixes it via stolen parts or stolen cash) And, this time, you decide to be the one who runs it.

You run the water at your preferred temperature, putting anything in the bath that you just happen to have on hand, and Marko tries to distract you the entire time you do it. Simply just to be annoying.

To your surprise, when you get in the tub, Marko had settled. The two of you laid back, letting the heat wash over you and relax the both of you. Though, that lasted for about two minutes before Marko was trying to splash you

Your bath was full of giggles and laughs, as Marko either tried to tickle you or use the shampoo to give you all types of crazy hairstyles. Though, Markos own head of curls was tied neatly to the back of his head, and you swore he would hiss at you if you tried to get them wet.

He had just a little too much fun helping you get the soap out of your hair, and totally didn't mean to end up splashing you in the face with it. You knew he was a liar and a half, and his laughter definitely gave him away

The two of you chatted and hopped out when you were done, and it was a very playful, fun way to clean up for the night before the two of you went to cuddle up in your bed

Paul

It was you that had suggested him taking a bath. Paul thought that his nightly dip in the ocean after feeding was enough to get him clean, but you wanted to have a night with your boyfriend where he didn't smell like sea salt and his favorite herbal substance. Trying to convince him to get into the bath tub was hard enough, and you never thought it would be this hard to get him out of his pants. You knew the only way to get him to sit down was to join him.

So you loaded up on shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and whatever you thought you'd need to get him clean. Hell, you even thought about bringing a toothbrush.

Though, the second you started stripping, his protests had turned into giggles and he was far too willing to join you. The second you stepped into the tub, he was clamoring after you. Almost forgetting to take his socks off and nearly tripping as his pants were caught around his ankles.

You had to push him down to get him to sit down in the tub, and he made it far more difficult than it needed to be for you to wash his hair. Though, after scratching the soft spots on his scalp, he was putty in your hands. You sat facing him, lightly slapping away his hands whenever he tried to "help you get cleaned up" until you had completely scrubbed him down. When you were finished, you let him do your hair. Let's just say he had very little restraint and did use way too much soap so he could try to make you a bubble beard.

The two of you were laughing and having a good time, finding that your boyfriend could turn any situation into a light one. Finally, Paul grabbed you by the waist and pulled you between his legs so you could lay against him, and you sighed as you rested your head on his chest. The vampire ended up singing to you softly, lightly tapping his fingers against your shoulder as if he was pressing down on some notes

When the two of you finally climbed out of the tub, Paul kept saying how he smelled like you now, the idea making him smile