#I am putting it in your hands teehee

[tiredcatboysinc]

Warm shirt for a cold protagonist

I've had this fic idea in my notes since my last hyperfixation on TSP, so a hot fucking minute...

Summary: It was so warm in here, it felt like heaven to Stanley's already cold skin. Stanley was sure The Narrator wouldn't mind him lying down in here... Right? And Stanley was sure Narrator wouldn't mind if he borrowed a shirt to be more comfortable, right?

ao3

Words: 824

Warnings/A/N's: Nothing but fluff, He/Him used for Stanley, They/Them used for Narrator, Not beta read

Stanley was almost constantly cold, his fingers feeling like ice when touched. It was honestly a really big problem, but Narrator still hadn't figured out why he was so cold... Near was nothing in the code that would suggest any bugs, so The Narrator just brushed it off at this point. Stanley, however, was less then enthusiastic about basically being a human lizard. He constantly needed to be in some sort of heating light or outside in the sun, that was mainly the reason he would do the Freedom ending so much, and it bugged the shit out of him. 

Currently, The Narrator had allowed Stanley to take a much-needed break from the story, letting the protagonist enter their office to rest. The Narrator thought it would be 'rather cruel' to let Stanley freeze in the office, seeing as that blasted air conditioning was CONSTANTLY running. Stanley was extremely grateful for this as he lay on their couch, a heating blanket wrapped tightly around him as he dozed in and out. 

At some point The Narrator had left their chair, leaving to inspect some code or some shit. Stanley had woke up a few minutes after their departure, haziness and grogginess only feeling the confusion that seeped into his head. He sat on the couch for a moment, rubbing his eyes and clearing them of sleep. Once he raised, begrudgingly, from his very comfortable position he looked around. Stanley poked around everything he could in the decent-sized office, opening drawers and looking at different unfinished scripts. 

Soon, though, he drew bored of giggling at The Narrator's shitty scripts. His eyes gaze around the room, falling upon a door he hadn't noticed. Curiosity drew him in, and he turned the knob. The room led to The Narrator's bedroom, neatly organized with a well-made, not to mention comfortable, looking bed in the middle. Stanley blinked a few times, his mouth slightly ajar as he stepped in. 

It was so warm in here, it felt like heaven to Stanley's already cold skin. Stanley was sure The Narrator wouldn't mind him lying down in here... Right? And Stanley was sure Narrator wouldn't mind if he borrowed a shirt to be more comfortable, right? A mischievous grin was plastered on Stanley's face, digging through the large dresser to look for a comfortable shirt. He pulls one out, one of the few t-shirts in the drawer. It was a black t-shirt with a band logo on it, one that Stanley recognized as the band 'She Wants Revenge'. 

This piqued Stanley's interest, he had never thought The Narrator would like this type of music. He always assumed they would like some classical bullshit, or maybe even just elevator music with how they hummed along with it. Nevertheless, Stanley pulled off his work shirt and slipped this one on. He was correct in his assumption it was comfortable, though the shirt was clearly loved greatly with how the print was slightly faded. 

Stanley slips his shoes off before slipping under the duvet, nestling his head into the pillows as he dozed off. 

The Narrator had in fact been digging through the code, trying to figure out what made Stanley freeze his balls off constantly. "Oh bugger..." They grumble aggravatedly as the whole thing ends up a failure. They sigh, pushing their glasses up with his palms as they rub their eyes. "Oh, fuck it, whatever. Stanley's probably fine anyway, It doesn't matter." They mutter, leaving the coding to something they'd fiddle with another day. 

When The Narrator returns, they don't find Stanley on the couch. A small surge of panic rushes through them, eyes blown wide as they stare at the couch. Where had Stanley gone? The door wasn't open, had he just... Dematerialized?? No, no that was a silly notion. Their protagonist could dematerialize... At least they hoped he couldn't. 

They enter the office, glancing around swiftly, and panic fading immediately. The bedroom door is open, Stanley must have woken up and got curious. Narrator would have been upset, mad even, but they were more than happy to not have their protagonist lost. Narrator peaks their head into the bedroom, a soft blush creeping onto their cheeks upon seeing Stanley. 

He was sprawled out on his back, the duvet kicked off, and only on one leg partly. The t-shirt he wore was what caught Narrator eyes, that was their t-shirt. The heat builds on their face, but a smile soon follows. Stanley looked cute, which of course they'd never tell him that... 

They carefully crept next to the bed, and pushed a few strands of Stanley's hair out of his face. Their smile only grows when Stanley presses to their hand to his face, still sleeping soundly but now with a small smile. 

"I suppose you can rest a little longer, my flower." The Narrator whispers as they brush their lips to Stanleys’ forehead, a soft kiss pressed into his skin.

[r0selace]

i'm joining artfight this year grabby hands at my mutuals & fandom go-ers !!

grabby hands. more mutuals more ocs i wish to FEAST upon ❗YOUR🫵 OCS!! pweas <3

[astonmartinii]

the king of monza can do what he wants | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem alonso!reader

the king of monza can win the race, have his relationship exposed and challenge his soon-to-be father-in-law to a duel, he can do what he wants.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: double header means we crashed on my adoptive parents' couch and forced them to cook for me (only y/n, obviously)

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user1: does he know this isn't his private account?

user2: SHUSH DON'T TELL HIM

user3: we need to enjoy this while it lasts

jackdoohan: oscar, there's still time to delete this

oscarpiastri: why would i delete this?

oscarpiastri: oh

oscarpiastri: oh no

jackdoohan: you might want to warn your kinda dad you've exposed the identity of your kinda mum as your kinda grandad is probably putting out a hit on him as we speak

fernandoalo_oficial: don't call me a grandad 👿🤬😡😠💢😤

jackdoohan: OSCAR QUICK HE'S DISCOVERED EMOJIS HE MUST BE REALLY MAD

user4: fernando, are you okay?

fernandoalo_oficial: i want that frenchies head on a stick

charles_leclerc: i am monegasque!

fernandoalo_oficial: so you do actually want to die?

yourusername: okay let's calm down old man

fernandoalo_oficial: SILENCE I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! THAT'S THE MAN?

yourusername: yes!

fernandoalo_oficial: no.

charles_leclerc: i object!

lancestroll: his eye hasn't stopped twitching since

charles_leclerc: i don't care! he might be crazy but I'M IN LOVE SO BRING IT OLD MAN

user5: wtf have i woken up to this morning

user6: the public execution of the prince of monaco

yourusername: just because he has a samurai tattoo doesn't mean he knows how to use a sword

fernandoalo_oficial: i will tear him apart with my bare hands

user7: i fear this comment section alone has undone all of his funky grandad tiktok PR

user8: he's going to make charles cry in the press conference

yourusername: oh well, charlie is hot when he cries

user9: and how do you know that...

yourusername: that's none of your business 😈

yourusername

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yourusername: italy has my heart and so do you <3

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user11: queen got exposed and immediately started flexing her unbelievably sexy bf

yourusername: why wouldn't i? he's so damn FINE

charles_leclerc: teehee (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

user12: you might as well have told me to kill myself

fernandoalo_oficial: enjoy your weekend charles, it will be your last

charles_leclerc: and if i win? i think suspended sentence?

fernandoalo_oficial: @carlossainz55 i have a proposition for you

yourusername: why are we acting like he wouldn't do that for free

carlossainz55: excuse me?

yourusername: i'm calling you a jealous bitch xx

carlossainz55: what is your price nando?

fernandoalo_oficial: i'm not fucking paying you, i was assuming you'd do it in a jealous rage anyway

carlossainz55: ???

user13: the way carlos is being jumped from both sides unprovoked

user14: which ever alonso it is, they choose violence

oscarpiastri: so ... am i off the hook yet?

yourusername: you know we can't say no to you

fernandoalo_oficial: oscar you might actually be my favourite now, thank you for bringing this to my attention

oscarpiastri: sure i'll take it!

charles_leclerc: you can have my heart and everything else for as long as you want

yourusername: looks like you'll never get it back ;)

charles_leclerc: that's fine by me if i get to spend it with you

yourusername: i love you :P

charles_leclerc: i love you more ( > 〰 < )♡

fernandoalo_oficial

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fernandoalo_oficial: cash prize for anyone who can actually track down this little rat - i just want to talk i swear

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user15: it's official everyone, he's gone crazy

user16: as crazy as he is at least he's bringing the DRAMA 🤩

yourusername: this isn't very peace and love of you

fernandoalo_oficial: that has never been the way in this family

fernandoalo_oficial: but let me make this clear, i mean in a destroy all of your enemies way rather than a jos verstappen way

maxverstappen1: ???

yourusername: destroying our enemies does not mean you can do your best jos verstappen impression and drive your aston martin into charles

fernandoalo_oficial: don't be stupid y/n, the aston martin is too slow, i'm going to steal his brakes

yourusername: and how will you do that boomer

fernandoalo_oficial: ferrari are stupid they probably still haven't changed the passwords or locks since i left

yourusername: @scuderiaferrari excuse me???

scuderiaferrari: ....

user17: so like this is a genuine hit?

user18: mob boss!fernando alonso you are so special to me

user19: sorry charles but it's so sexy

charles_leclerc: drop the address senor i'm not scared of you

lancestroll: he brought the samurai sword btw

yourusername: @f1 DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY SECURITY MEASURES ???

f1: it made a good tiktok 👍

yourusername: you people are useless

charles_leclerc: no worries my love it's all under control

fernandoalo_oficial: i will carve you like a christmas turkey

yourusername: you go anywhere near charles with that sword we're both going romeo and juliet style

user20: what on earth is going on

user21: just smile and wave i think we're watching collective hysteria

f1

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f1: CHARLES LECLERC WINS FOR FERRARI AT MONZA

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user23: bro heard fernando was gonna steal his brakes and simply just drove so fast he didn't need them

user24: he was like 'oh you want my head on a stick? TRY AND CATCH ME'

yourusername: pretty boy is so so talented it's not fair

yourusername: who am i kidding

yourusername: STUNT ON THOSE HOES I LOVE YOU BABY

charles_leclerc: thank you baby, i simply had to drive so fast so i could give you a kiss

charles_leclerc: and also so i could tell your dad to SUCK ON THAT OLD MAN

user25: he's had too much champagne and might actually get himself killed

user26: i will throw myself in front of that sword for him

yourusername: you and me too buddy - i'll cover your drinks for this evening

fernandoalo_oficial: i still want him dead

charles_leclerc: what the fuck do you want from me? i just won? did you see that freak of an orange car? i look after your daughter like i looked after those tyres

yourusername: so romantic 🤭

fernandoalo_oficial: he just compared you to tyres? have some standards i raised you better?

yourusername: believe me, i do have standards - he's special xx

fernandoalo_oficial: i also won monza with ferrari he's not that special

user27: at least he's stopped with the samurai sword talk?

user28: he did say he still wants him dead though

maxverstappen1: @yourusername why couldn't you have dated lando? would've made this championship a lot easier

landonorris: HUH?

yourusername: please refer to my previous comment about standards

charles_leclerc: hehehehehe

landonorris: HUH???

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: grazie mille tifosi !! this is for you and all of your support. i'm glad my family and my love were here to see this win as well. fernando, bring your sword, i'll fight for your daughter's hand.

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user29: i love this family and i've known them a week

user30: fernando might have to go through me as well at this point

yourusername: i love you so much and you have deserved this and more for so so long xx

charles_leclerc: i couldn't do it without you (and our weird little grid family)

yourusername: you're my favourite person in the world and i just love to see you happy

charles_leclerc: you make me the happiest man in the world

yourusername: i love you

charles_leclerc: i love you too

user31: as cute as all this is ^^ where is this duel

user32: can someone PLEASE STREAM IT !!!!! I WILL PAY

user33: I NEED IT I NEED IT

fernandoalo_oficial: come outside

lancestroll: he spent all of the debrief sharpening the sword btw

charles_leclerc: i'm ready girlypop

fernandoalo_oficial: GIRLYPOP ???

yourusername: PEACE AND LOVE BOZO

maxverstappen1: can we get this show on the road please?

lewishamilton: charles please hurry up i've got some serious cash on this tussle

yourusername: how much we talking?

charles_leclerc: i might die and you're checking the wager?

yourusername: because i have faith in you !!!!

yourusername

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yourusername: he's alive and he's a winner! the king of monza can do what he wants

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user35: prince of monaco? king of monza? bro is collecting titles

yourusername: my husband next 🤞🏻

charles_leclerc: bet

user36: is ANYONE GOING TO TELL US WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DUEL

georgerussell63: it was extremely unprofessional and there will be an extensive powerpoint covering how this won't happen again

fernandoalo_oficial: i'll fight you next time george

user37: don't go off TOPIC

charles_leclerc: i out strategised him lol

oscarpiastri: what he means is that he surprised fernando from behind and wouldn't stop hugging him until he agreed that he wouldn't skewer him like a kebab

charles_leclerc: and it worked! now look he's on my boat giving me his blessing

user38: you're telling me charles hugged his way out of the conflict?

user39: perhaps the most babygirl he's ever been

user40: we need the pictures SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL

fernandoalo_oficial: fine, i guess he's okay. i'm not calling him the king of monza though

yourusername: i knew you'd come around

fernandoalo_oficial: i love my daughter SORRY

yourusername: don't lie to me you only calmed down and accepted it because i called in the reinforcements

user41: i'm crying she called babysitters for her dad

yourusername: jenson and mark, idk how you deal with him

jensonbutton: the stress of him and his antics keep me skinny

aussiegrit: i think we're all trauma bonded

charles_leclerc: i'll be the king of monza, if you'll be my queen

charles_leclerc: and i will continue to do what i want

yourusername: i'll be your queen anywhere you want

yourusername: and if doing what you want includes fighting my dad... let's turn it down a lil

charles_leclerc: for you, i'll do anything

fin.

note: here yall go - this was in my drafts half done from monza weekend but life got crazy

[fixated-cookies]

hear this rambler out ok so baby fever smc, like randomly, you don't know where he got this baby fever attack from but he has it and your sitting up peacefully on your shared bed and reading a book or whatever and he comes in, lays beside you and hugs your side, kisses your neck and just being all lovey dovey like its obvious he wants something. 2nd ramble (teehee I'm the person who sent the ancient read x smc meeting situation) have a wonderful day, I'm gonna go binge your posts thanks for feeding me

:DD

You didn’t even hear the door open.

One minute, your book was perfectly balanced in your lap, the world outside soft and silent, and the next—there was a suspicious shift in weight beside you. A familiar one. A certain exaggerated sigh followed.

“…You’re quiet today,” you said calmly, eyes still on the page.

Shadow Milk Cookie flopped down beside you like a lovesick specter, limbs winding around your waist like ivy. He didn’t answer right away, just nuzzled into your side with a low hum and a kiss pressed lazily to your neck.

“Mm. You smell like sleep and paper.”

You turned a page, not bothering to look at him. “Do you want something?”

Another sigh, louder this time, and definitely theatrical.

“I want everything,” he whispered dramatically, fingers crawling under the hem of your shirt like they belonged there. “But I’d settle for your undivided attention. Just for a bit.”

You tilted your head slightly as he pressed another kiss behind your ear. Soft. Lingering. Too soft.

“…You’re acting weird.”

He gasped like you’d slapped him. “Weird? I’m being affectionate.” His lips dragged over your shoulder. “You’re being cold.”

“I’m reading.”

“You’re ignoring me.”

You glanced down at him, finally taking him in: how his hair was slightly tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed, how his expression—normally sly or smug—was weirdly… dreamy. Gooey, almost. Like whipped cream left too long in the sun.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you,” you said flatly.

He blinked up at you.

“…Have you ever thought about it?” he murmured suddenly, almost too soft.

“About what?”

Shadow Milk’s hand slid slowly over your stomach, palm warm through the thin fabric of your shirt. His eyes stayed locked on yours, serious now.

“…What we’d look like with someone small curled up between us. What our mornings would sound like with tiny feet hitting the floor. A soft little voice calling for you while I pretend to still be asleep…”

You stared at him.

“Shadow Milk.”

“Yes, dearest?”

“Do you have baby fever?”

A long pause. A sheepish smile.

“I do not have baby fever.”

You dropped your book into your lap with a heavy sigh.

He laughed—giggled, really—pressing closer, burying his face in your neck as he wrapped himself around you like a very large, very clingy ribbon.

“I just think,” he whispered sweetly, “you’d look gorgeous all full and round… waddling through the palace with that glow. That dreamy, swollen look you’d get when you’re halfway asleep but still carrying something ours.” He purred, nosing at your cheek. “Mmm. You’d be so soft for me…”

“Are you—seriously fantasizing about me pregnant right now?”

“I might be,” he sang. “Is it working?”

“No.”

“Liar.” He kissed you again, slower now. “Your skin always tastes warmer when you’re thinking about it.”

“I am not—”

“You are,” he whispered. “Let me put something in you. Just a little. Just one try.”

You groaned, throwing your head back as he kissed your jaw again and again, lips trailing like stardust.

“I swear to the Dough above—”

“I’ll be gentle,” he cooed. “And if not… I’ll just have to hold you down and apologize between kisses. Mmm. Our little one would be so loved.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“And you’re still holding me,” he replied, smug.

You hadn’t even noticed—but your fingers had tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, cradling his head like it belonged there.

Maybe you were both out of your minds. ---

UGH YOU GUYSSS I'M NOW HAVING ALL THESE IDEAS OF SO MANY COOKIES TO THEME MY BLOG AND THEIR ALL SO GOOOD!! I keep thinking of a pavlova cookie theme but also a candy apple cookie theme BUTTT a Black forest cookie theme like ugh, I cant make up my mind!!

[thelov3lybookworm]

Want You

Summary: It is unfathomable that he might want her, but it seems like there's nothing more he wants than her

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Word Count: 5010 (woahhh 😦😦😦)

Warnings: tiniest bit of angst? idk i dont think theres any ngst but there is a bit of fluff hehe, and a bit too much childhood memories but eh we love it, right?

A/n: teehee i love this 🤭🥹 based on this request 😋

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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For as long as Y/n could remember, she had been fascinated with the shadowsinger.

Grabbing at his small shadows with her chubby hands, watching him sit in a corner as Rhys and Cassian bickered over which seat they wanted at the table, peering curiously as he made snowballs after snowballs to hit her older brother.

She had been fascinated, and it was very clear from day one.

Or atleast, she thought it was.

Even thinking about her actions made her cringe at how puppy-like she had been in following the spymaster around. Like the time she had forced him to tell her what the shadows spoke of late one night.

Y/n was a fairly small kid. Even compared to other five year olds, she was inches shorter than other kids. Being almost five years younger than her older brother, she barely reached his shoulders. He was also too tall for his age, being half high fae came with such advantages.

Y/n had knocked on Azriel’s bedroom door after he had retired early, claiming he had a headache from Rhys and Cassian’s foolish antics, but Y/n figured he was lying, since he did not ask mama for medicine. After all, he should have asked for at least a massage if he was in pain, no?

He had opened the door, scowling, but when he found no one outside, he glanced down in surprise at the little girl who grinned at him.

"Y/n?"

She had pushed her way in through the small space between his legs and the doorframe, dragging her big stuffed bear- Mister Bear- in behind her.

"What are you doing?" She questioned, raising onto her tippy toes and peering at the books discarded on his table.

Azriel followed her halfway before turning and getting onto his bed. "I was trying to sleep."

Y/n’s brows furrowed. "Why?"

"Because I have a headache."

"But you didn’t ask mama for medicine."

His brows furrowed. "I don’t need medicine."

"Why not?"

He sighed. "Because I am a big boy, and I am strong."

Y/n pouted. "But you should ask mama for medicine, it is good for you."

He shook his head. "I don’t want that."

Y/n huffed at his silliness, but then tugged her stuffed bear upright and clutched it to her chest as she moved closer to the bed. It was hard trying to get on without help, so she pushed mister Bear onto the mattress, then splayed her hands wide onto the surface and lifted one leg. Bent at the knees, she put it as high as it would go before trying to pull herself up onto the bed.

"What are you doing?"

Y/n didn’t respond, simply wiggling her way on the bed, breathing heavily. But she had a mission, and she was focused on that. She didn’t have time for breathlessness. She grabbed mister Bear and dragged him over to Azriel, placing him next to the confused boy.

"Whenever I’m sick, mama says to cuddle. And because I will be sleeping with mama, you can have mister Bear instead."

Azriel’s brows furrowed. "I’m not sick."

Y/n rolled her eyes and flopped down on the bed, mister Bear between the two, as if he were their baby. "Whatever." She looked up at the ceiling, then glanced back at Azriel, an excited smile on her face. "Your shadows can talk right?"

Confusion still marred his face, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he nodded.

"Then they can tell you stories too, right?" He remained silent, seemingly contemplating. But Y/n continued, almost complaining, ignoring his lack of speech. "I keep asking mama to tell me stories, but she says she doesn’t know more. She says she has told me all the stories she knew, and now she doesn’t have any more."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Y/n giggled. "So your shadows can tell me stories, silly."

Azriel sighed. "They can’t tell stories to you."

She pouted. "Why not? Do they not like me?"

"No, they like you. But they can’t speak, like you and I."

"Then how do you understand them if they don’t speak?"

He paused. "They can talk to me, but they don’t speak loudly. Think of it as Rhys talking to you without speaking, with his mind."

Y/n huffed dramatically. "At least do they tell you stories before sleeping?"

He shook his head quietly, and Y/n pushed to her feet, wobbling on the soft mattress that had taken Azriel over months to get accustomed to. Y/n didn’t understand why Azriel kept sleeping on the floor despite having such a good bed. After all, why would he want to sleep on the cold floor when he had a bed?

"I am going to mama then. Don’t bother mister bear too much, okay?" He nodded, and watched Y/n get off the mattress with great difficulty before skipping over to the door and leaving. "Night, Azzie!"

Or the time she had chosen to play with Azriel, making Rhysand sulk for over a week.

"She is my sister!"

Azriel sat quietly on the ground and watched amidst Y/n’s dolls and kitchen toys, a pink kettle and small cups littering the space around his legs.

"Rhys, that is unfair. You didn’t want to play with Y/n before, so you can’t get mad now." Their mother tried to step in, her voice gentle. Despite that, Y/n glared defiantly at her older brother, chin lifted in a way she had so often seen her father stare down at his people.

"But she is my sister! I want to play now, come Y/n."

She stuck a tongue out. "I don’t want to play with you. You are mean."

"No I’m not!"

"You pull my hair."

"I don’t!" He very nearly whined, looking up at their mother with pleading eyes. She simply shrugged, because he did, in fact, pull Y/n’s hair sometimes.

When he got no help from his mother, he abruptly stepped forward and grabbed Y/n’s small hand, tugging her away from Azriel. "You can’t play with him, you are my baby sister."

Instantly, tears began pooling in Y/n’s eyes, and she jerked back, trying not to skid across the ground. "I don’t like you Rhysie! Go away!"

Rhys persisted, fury and jealousy that his sister chose his friend over him flashing over his face.

Mama had to step in, then.

"Rhys, let go right this moment!" Her stern voice echoed in the room, and even Azriel pushed to his feet, watching the scene unfold warily.

Rhys’s eyes clouded with angry tears as he glared up at mama, then Y/n, and dropped her hand. Almost pushed it away from him, and then turned and stomped out. Y/n watched him go, scowling at his back until he was out of sight, and then she wiped her tears and turned back to Azriel, smiling. Mama watched Rhys too, and then she turned to Azriel and offered him a gentle tilt of her lips, patted his head, reassured him that Rhys would come around, and then left them to play.

Later, Y/n would feel bad about refusing to play with her brother when at dinner he chose to sit on the chair farthest from Y/n. When he glared and hissed at Azriel to sit in Rhys’s place next to Y/n. He used to throw tantrums if anyone else sat next to her, because he had claimed that particular chair as his, but now he refused to even look at her as he angrily scarfed down his rice.

Y/n had turned to look at her mama in concern, who only told her to give him time. She had tried to, but after an hour, she had gotten bored and wandered into Rhys’s room, ready to play before bed.

Which was a wrong decision, as Rhys mocked and taunted her, then told her to go play with Azriel instead.

Even the next day, when Y/n got dressed in her thickest jacket to go play in the snow with her brother as their weekly tradition, she found him playing with other kids instead. He ignored her most of the time, even when she accepted that he wasn’t going to play with her and settled down on the porch, hands under her chin, watching sadly as he laughed and giggled with other kids.

Eventually, as the week had come to an end, he had gone back to his own seat. Y/n had to apologise, had even begged mama to let her bake Rhys’s favourite cookies with her as a peace offering, for Rhys to give her a smile.

Mama had to sit all the boys down from then on and make them agree to play together with Y/n, and that Rhys being her brother did not mean she could not play with others. It had taken a lot to get Rhys to agree, and when he nodded, he had still grumbled and glared.

She had been lost in thought the entire day, mainly after she had walked into the kitchen and found Azriel staring at her like he had been caught stealing cookies. He had left quickly after that, mumbling something about meetings and Rhys. Memories aside, as Y/n lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling almost three centuries later now, she couldn’t figure out why she felt so drawn to Azriel.

Sure, she had been a kid, and most kids liked other kids. But even as she grew up, that sense of friendship and companionship she felt with Azriel grew, morphing into something deeper, something more.

Sure, it could be infatuation, but this felt like it was so much more than that, something purer, something more emotional.

It was as if every time she saw him, her bones shifted, her ribs expanded, wishing to be closer to him. It was like his very soul kept tugging at her.

She had an inkling of what this was, but it was just that. An inkling.

Because she had not felt that crack, that snap, that mama had used to describe her own mating bond. She had said it felt like a sudden appearance of a new limb she didn’t know existed, the sudden breath of air after spending years asphyxiated.

No, Y/n had not yet felt any feeling like that, and it left her confused and saddened everyday. If anything, all she felt when seeing Azriel resembled the feeling of soft, warm sunlight on her skin, the slow warming of her freezing limbs after sitting in front of a bonfire.

What she felt was not quick, a sudden realisation. It was a soft, gentle awakening over the years.

And she could not wait to feel everything the stories had described.

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The past few weeks had been… not fun, to put it in a nice way.

Y/n could not find Azriel anywhere. Everywhere she went, all she encountered was his fading, lingering scent. Not him though. It was as if he was actively trying to avoid her.

In the mornings, she’d go to the training ring, and he’d be absent. The library, his study, the whole house of wind.

He was gone.

Even Rhysand didn’t know where he was. And if he wasn’t on any mission, where was he?

Mor didn’t know, neither did Amren. Cassian was Y/n’s last option.

She found him in the kitchen, chopping a small loaf of bread into thick slices. He only glanced up when Y/n scuffed her boot against the ground.

"Hey, Y/n, what’s up?"

She sighed, walking closer and leaning against the kitchen counter. "Do you know where Az is?"

Instantly, his shoulders bunched up. The movement was almost imperceptible, but Y/n clocked it.

"No, I haven’t. I’ve been looking for him myself." He mumbled, and Y/n knew he was being sincere. But the slight hesitation in his eyes, the small pause before he spoke, told Y/n that he knew something, if not his location.

"Is there a reason you think he’s gone off somewhere?"

He didn’t meet her eyes. "Uh- no."

"Cassian."

"Y/n."

"It’s a bad thing to lie."

"I’m not-"

"Mama used to say you were the nicest of us all."

He paused, glancing up at her skeptically. "Lying is bad."

Her lips quirked up. "Oh, so you know."

He rolled his eyes. "Sod off."

A silence that surrounded the two sobered Y/n up.

"Cass, I need to know what happened." A beat. "Please."

He looked away. "He made me swear not to tell."

"Is he mad at me? Is that why he’s left without telling anyone?"

He shook his head. "The complete opposite, if I’m being honest. He’s not mad at you."

"Then what is it, Cass?"

He sighed. "Y/n… I know I shouldn’t tell you, but…"

"But?"

"But I know Az would likely never say, and just wallow in his own head. I’m just telling you for his and your good, right?" Y/n could see the war waging in her friend’s head, and she felt bad for forcing him, but Y/n couldn’t stand going in circles.

"Yes, Cassian, now will you tell me?" It took a lot of effort to hide her frustration, but she somehow did it, watching him expectantly.

"He said you’re mates-"

Her ears began ringing the longer she stood there, eyes seeing but not watching as Cassian stopped speaking.

Her mind went back to a few days ago, the day since Azriel began avoiding her.

He felt it then. That morning.

Oh.

No wonder he left.

"So he found out?" Y/n breathed, more to herself than him, eyes unfocused.

"You- you knew?!"

"I had an inkling." She admitted.

Cassian nodded quietly, then pointed the knife in his hand at Y/n. "You better not throw me to the wolves if you decide to confront him."

Y/n offered him a weak smile in response. "No promises." She paused, searching for a good enough excuse to leave. "Thank you, Cassian. I would have lost my mind had you not told me."

He shrugged, turning away to grab an apple. "I’m nice like that."

He was, because he acted like he didn’t notice the way Y/n kept shifting on her feet, glancing at the door, wishing she could leave. He simply turned away, as if he was dismissing her and not her wanting to get out of there.

She gladly took the opening and hurried out, making her way up the stairs and back into her bedroom. Closing the door with a quiet thud, she walked over to the bed and settled on the edge, clutching the soft fabric of the covers under her palms.

In the quiet safety of her bedroom, she let herself wallow a bit.

Did he not want the bond?

I mean, who’d fault him.

He probably wanted someone nice, someone soft. And Y/n was none of that. She was all hard edges, kicking taunts and screaming boldness.

She was loud. She was a smartass and she was shameless when it came to being selfish. While Azriel… he liked to help people, his past making him want to do more good in order to make himself feel worthy.

She knew what people saw when they looked at her, and it was not pretty. At least, to her it was not.

She didn’t want to be the way she was. She wished she was sweet, wished she offered soft smiles instead of snarls and smirks. Knew that Azriel, if given the choice, would pick anyone else over her.

The bond clicking for him and eliciting such a response was to be expected. After all, why would he want her? Not to mention, if he did want to see where this path led him, her brother would go feral.

She sighed, leaning back on her hands and staring up at the ceiling.

But did all of that give him a right to try and keep her in the dark?

Sure, it had barely been a month, and maybe he was going to tell her about the bond, maybe he just needed time to settle his thoughts and come to terms with having her as his mate, having lost his chance to have someone he truly wanted as his mate. But she deserved to know, did she not?

He should have come to her first. Instead of going away for weeks on end, he could have come to her, told her to her face that he didn’t want the bond. She would have appreciated that more than… than whatever this was.

But now no one can change the past, or predict the sequence of events to come. It would be of no use to sit and wish for things. The only option Y/n let herself come onto was waiting for him to come home, and then confront him.

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It took two more days for Y/n to catch a stronger whiff of his scent in the house of wind.

Not his lingering scent that had begun to fade as days went on, but one that told her he had been in the exact sitting room she stood in, and he had been there very recently.

It took her barely ten more minutes to find him in the training ring, pummeling a dummy, shirtless and sweaty.

Poor thing.

The dummy looked ready to split at the seams if he didn’t stop, and so she stepped in, clearing her throat.

"Long day?"

He stilled, shoulders heaving. But didn’t turn.

The setting sun cast long shadows over the sand pit, his already large figure looking larger than ever.

"Something like that."

She hummed, crossing her arms and leaning against the archway. "Heard tea helps."

"Not in the mood for it."

A shadow slithered across the ground towards Y/n, but it froze just a moment before touching her boots. Looking up told her that Azrie had turned halfway, his eyes fixed on the rogue little thing.

"What are you in the mood for, then?"

Finally, he lifted his gaze to meet hers, the hazel set ablaze. "To be left alone."

The lazy smile she had fixed on her face faded, and she straightened, tightening her gloves as nonchalantly as she could.

She did not miss the way her chest sang at the way his eyes followed her movements, nor did she miss the barely there intake of breath as she stepped into the ring. "Too bad, I am in the mood for a tussle."

"I’m not fighting you."

"But I will be fighting you."

His brows furrowed. "Same thing."

"No."

He released a breath, sounding oh so exasperated, like he hadn’t tested her patience for a month straight. "Y/n, I really am in no mood to-"

"Well too-" punch "-freaking-" punch "-bad."

She paused, her chest expanding to pull in enough air for the next round of punches she flexed her finger for. He watched her warily, hunched over slightly as he held his bare abs.

He’s half naked.

Not my problem.

Your fantasy, though.

She shook her head, dislodging the thought along with stray strands of hair sticking to her skin as he straightened, his eyes concerned.

"Y/n, what-"

She didn’t let him get another word in before she threw another punch towards his abdomen. This time, he had enough time and instincts to shoot his hand out and hold her fist away from him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Her eyes narrowed in on him, the pit of anger in her chest bubbling over, beginning to poison her veins. "What is wrong with me? Me, Azriel?"

He had the decency to look chagrined as he dropped her fist and took a step back, his eyes searing hers.

"I’ll tell you what’s wrong." She mused, her teeth gritted as she took a step to mirror him. Another punch was flying through the air before she could stop herself, snapping his face to the side.

"Y/n, that’s enough-"

Another punch, this time at his pectorals and finally, a tether seemed to snap in him.

His arm came up to intercept her next hit, his eyes alight with fury, and he pushed her off of him, lips twisting in a sneer. "What has gotten into you? Why are you acting like a bloodlusting animal?"

A pang echoed through her chest at his words, her eyes narrowing. "Is that what you think of me? An animal?"

Azriel’s brows furrowed. "What- no-"

Y/n launched herself on him, teeth bared as a guttural snarl ripped through her throat. Before her nails could make contact with his heaving shoulders, though, he had her pinned to the ground, sand clouding the air around them.

For a long moment, she struggled against him, a strangled sound, almost an angry sob, spilling from her mouth. But when the weight on her refused to budge, she stopped, panting heavily as she glared up at him.

Azriel’s gaze remained unwavering as he bore down on Y/n, confusion and fury alike rippling off of him.

"Now, will you tell me like a normal freaking person what bit you, or am I going to have to chain you like a beast and get your brother?"

She scoffed, pushing against his hold, however futile her efforts were. It gave her a sense of satisfaction at the low grunt he let out and that was all that mattered. "Of course, I am, after all, a beast to be chained."

He scowled. "Y/n you need to stop taking everything I say in the wrong meaning. Stop putting words in my mouth."

"Well, if you put words in your own mouth, I wouldn't have to. But you seem to have a talent of hiding away for days on end instead of talking things out."

His brows furrowed. "Is that what this is about? Me going away for barely a month?"

Her brows rose, incredulity taking over the rage that had been blazing through her not a moment ago. "No, Azriel, this is about you tucking tail and fleeing when you really should have talked to me."

Understanding dawned on his features, the shadows cast by the almost set sun making the difference starker. "Cassian told you."

"No one told me sh- anything, Azriel." She huffed, rolling her eyes. "Not even you." Y/n could tell Azriel was beginning to lose his patience, frustration evident in the set of his shoulders, so she hurried to add. "I figured it out myself."

His jaw tightened, a muscle feathering as he pushed himself off her into a kneeling position, head turned away from her.

She scrambled to follow, staring at him accusingly. "What? Nothing to say?"

"Y/n, I don't know-" He sounded so helpless, so lost, that all fight drained out of Y/n. She hadn’t expected him to tell her he wanted her, or even give a good enough excuse as to why he didn't even talk to her about it. She'd already figured he didn't want her or the bond, and she wouldn't have cared. She wasn't going to force herself upon him. But him sounding so dejected, so… heartbroken, it broke something in her too.

"I don't want the bond, Az. But you could have told me…" She trailed off, swallowing when he turned to her, his eyes wide.

"You- you don't?" His voice broke towards the end. Y/n stared at him, wondering if she was misunderstanding the emotions on his face for desperation instead of relief, then shrugged coolly, trying to not let her feelings show, like she always did in emotional situations.

"I mean, if you don't want it, I don't want it. I mean, I get it, why would you want it anyway-"

"Y/n I- I want it."

Her brows rose. "Huh?"

"I do, I really do."

She raised an unimpressed brow. "You really do?"

He scowled. "Yes, Y/n."

"Then why’d you run off?"

"I- I was scared."

She scoffed, undeniable hope beginning to take root in her heart. "Of me?"

"No!" He looked horrified she had even uttered such atrocious words, and slowly, Y/n began to humour the possibility that he really was not playing a sick prank on her. "I- I thought you wouldn’ want it."

She nodded sagely. "And running away instead of just asking me about it gave you answers you needed. Or maybe it gave me a change of mind and made me suddenly like you a lot, right?"

He huffed, looking down at his lap. "You can stop now."

"Of course, I’m too loud for you, right?"

He released a breath, pushing to his feet and dusting off his pants. "I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work."

"I am doing nothing but stating what you’re thinking."

He turned to her, looking thoroughly unamused as he extended an arm. "Would you like to sit here and continue bullying me into saying something I don’t want to say, or are you going to come with me and break the news to your brother?"

"I think I’m fine here, thank you." She mused, leaning back on her hands as she grinned up at him.

He remained emotionless, though the corner of his lips ticked up. "Come on, up."

She pouted. "No."

He did not move, and neither did she. Eventually, he gave up and crouched next to her, hands hanging from his knees. "Why not?"

"It’s your job to convince him." She shrugged.

He reached out, and Y/n forced herself to sit still, trying not to move even an inch in case he stopped whatever it was he was doing. She held still as he grabbed a stray strand of her hair between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it. His whole being seemed to be focused on that act, the texture of the strands.

A cool breeze tickled the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and her hair swaying. It seemed to break him out of his reverie, and he lifted his gaze to meet her eyes, molten and soft.

"Y/n, I mean it. I want this, you. Have for a long time."

"How long?" She mumbled, not willing to just accept the confession. But that’s just how she was. And he knew that, and the fact that he still wanted her was beyond her.

This time, his smile grew as he leaned in, his hand dropping her hair and grabbing her jaw instead. "Over a century, if my maths is correct."

She rolled her eyes. "And to think all this drama could have been avoided if you had just talked."

He raised a brow, poking her arm with the hand that wasn’t occupied with holding her face. "It could also have been avoided had you said something."

She lifted her chin. "Why should I? I’m a female."

He snorted, the sound of incredulity so at odds with the gentle swipe of his thumb on her cheek. "So?"

"So, I’m not the one who should make the first move. You should, and yet I had to come here and ask you to-"

"Punch and bully me, you mean."

She rolled her eyes again, moving to push the hand that still poked her arm away. "Whatever I do it always seems like bullying to you."

He said nothing, just tugged her face closer and placed his lips at her forehead.

Blood surged to her neck and face, hot and quick, as he pulled back to smile at her. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her up so she stood toe to toe with him, gazing down at her with emotions she had never seen in him before.

At least, not for her.

She didn’t know what to do with herself under that gaze. Was her hand placement too awkward? Was her head lifted too high? Was she looking at the right feature on his face?

She could not even begin to let herself think about his words.

Stop, it’s not that serious.

I want this. Want you.

For over a century.

It was unbelievable, so inconceivable, that Y/n could not even begin to process the fact that he did actually reciprocate her feelings, and it was not just because of a sacred bond.

She needed at least days to get herself to take in the information he had dumped on her, and now she understood why he had run off. Especially now that the pull on her ribs was stronger, firmer.

He rested his forehead against hers, blissfully unaware of the turmoil inside Y/n, caressing the skin on her face softly before sighing, the rising moon highlighting the apples of his cheeks and the slight tint of red.

"I’ve been so scared to say anything, thinking you wouldn’t like me back ro Rhys would bite my head off, but now I can say we’re mates and he wouldn’t do anything."

Y/n giggled. "He might still beat you to a pulp."

He chuckled, shaking his head and pulling Y/n into his chest. "Well, getting beat up is still better than being barred from loving you."

Her heart did a silly little jump, but she pulled away to point a finger at him, frowning. "Your flowery words will do nothing to get you out of punishment."

His brows rose in question. "Punishment? For what?"

She turned away. "For making me lose my mind for a month straight, thinking you didn’t want me."

He snorted. "Have you seen you? No male would reject you, not even someone who’s lost his mind."

 She smiled secretly as she proceeded to walk down the stairs, disbelief at how things had turned out and his quiet steps following behind with a sigh. "You’re saying I belong in an asylum with a mental-"

"Y/n-"

"Oh I’ll just shut up then-"

"Y/n."

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Date Night

Pairing: dbf!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky makes a big mistake.

Warnings: Angst, Language, yea sorry

Word Count: 1.7K

A/n: teehee whoops. im gonna have a ghost one coming out soon for you guys, and then maybe some more teddy bear picnic but we'll see

~*~

"Hey kid, wanna grab a beer and watch the game with your old man? Or are you too cool for that?"

You grin at your dad and slow your steps, glancing at the hockey game on TV.

"Where's Bucky? I thought he was your game night date? He finally realize hockey sucks?"

Your dad gives you an offended look then rolls his eyes playfully.

"Nah, he had to cancel last minute - he's got a hot date tonight."

He wiggles his eyebrows at you, unaware of the fact that those six words have flipped your night upside down and caused knots to form in your stomach.

You don't remember having plans with him tonight.

As casually as you can manage, you head into the kitchen, pulling out your phone and tapping a quick text over to the man in question.

'Not coming over tonight?'

It's read within the same minute, and then the telltale three dots pop up before his message spawns.

'Sorry baby, not feeling too hot.'

The knots in your gut are quickly crushed by the boulder that settles there, and you need to take a few careful breaths to stop yourself from crying in the middle of the kitchen.

~*~

"Everything okay, James?"

He huffs out a sigh and glances up from his phone, smiling weakly at the woman across from him.

"Listen, Dot... I can't tell you how grateful I am that you managed to make such a beautiful cake in such a short amount of time. And, while I'm flattered that you'd want to go out for dinner, I had you make that cake for a woman who means... quite a bit to me. I don't want to make things awkward but I do want you to know that I'm out with you tonight as a friend and nothing more."

The woman across from him blinks blankly a few times, then takes a sip of her martini, stands up, and leaves the table.

Bucky watches helplessly as she leaves the restaurant without another word, dropping his head back for a moment as he feels onlookers stare.

It takes a few minutes for the waitress to come back, but by the time she does, he's got a wad of cash ready for her and his keys in hand.

He all but runs out of the restaurant, a new lightness in his shoulders like a weight has been lifted from his chest.

Immediately, he grabs his phone and shoots a quick text off to your dad.

'Room for one more?'

It takes a few minutes for your dad to respond, which Bucky uses to put on his helmet and straddle his bike.

'Date not going well?'

Bucky chuckles softly.

'Something like that. I'll be there in five.'

He swipes out of the conversation with your dad and then clicks on the only pinned conversation on his phone.

'I'm feeling a bit better now, gonna pop by for a bit.'

With that, he locks his phone and brings his bike to life, eager to be in your presence again.

Your phone vibrates, pulling you from your pity party, and you frown at the text on it.

You turn your phone off and drop it face-down on the carpet, ignoring this text the way you've ignored the last three from him.

You can hear him downstairs chatting with your dad as if he's done nothing wrong. As if he wasn't out with another woman less than an hour ago.

Grinding your teeth together, you decide that enough is enough, and it's time for bed.

At the very moment you open your door to head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, Bucky decides to raise his fist to knock.

Your eyes meet his and, for a moment, you forget that you're mad. You forget everything.

And then he opens his stupid mouth.

"Hey, what's with you tonight?" He asks gently, reaching forward to grab your hand.

You yank away from him and take a step back, levelling him with a steely glare.

"How was your date?"

You watch as he deflates, as his face falls and his shoulders slump forward the tiniest bit.

"Sweetheart, it's not what you think, I swear."

"Oh Jesus Christ," you murmur, pushing past him and heading downstairs to watch the game with your dad. At least down here he can't talk to you.

He can't try to justify him willingly going on a date with another woman.

Well, not until the game's over, at least. And it seems like it's only a few minutes before your dad is yawning, turning the TV off and heading upstairs to go to bed himself.

This leaves you alone in the living room with Bucky, tension building with every silent second that passes between the two of you.

"Honey, I had to," he finally whispers, breaking the silence.

You whip your head around, mouth dropping open in disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

He holds his hands up, a desperate and pathetic attempt at pleading with you, begging you to hear him out.

"It was the only way for me to get your birthday cake. Dot is an old friend from high school and... she wanted a date as payment for the last-minute cake," he explains quietly.

You purse your lips, nodding as if it all makes sense now.

"Oh, I see! So, not only do you admit to forgetting my birthday, but you also agreed to go on a date with a woman who has had a thing for you since high school! Buck, that is so not okay on so many different levels!" You exclaim in a whisper.

The last thing you need is your dad overhearing any part of this conversation.

"I know. That's why I left. I told her I couldn't, that the cake was for someone important to me and that I was only having dinner with her as a friend."

You shake your head at him and rise to your feet, unable to stay still while he spews nothing but nonsense at you and expects you to forgive him.

"You shouldn't have even gotten me that cake if that's what she wanted as payment! You should've told her to stick it and then you literally could've gotten me a Starbucks cake pop. I don't need fancy cakes or expensive things, James, I thought you knew that." Your voice gradually loses its anger, disappointment and exhaustion taking its place.

"I know but... I wanted to do something special for you." He looks like a kicked puppy, and it takes a serious amount of self-control to hold on to your anger.

"My birthday was special. Even without the cake it still would've been special. Especially if I'd've known it would mean that you would be going on a date with another woman in order to get it."

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he pleads, reaching for you again only for you to shake your head and step away.

"No, Bucky. Sorry doesn't fix this. Can you imagine if the roles were reversed? What if I had to go on a date with a guy who's been wanting me for over a decade just for the perfect steak? And then, what if I lied to you about it and you found out from my dad that I was out on a 'hot date'? A date with someone that the general public would deem more appropriate for me to be with? Someone who would fit me better. How would that make you feel?"

He stands there silently for a moment, fists clenched tightly as he imagines everything you just said.

He imagines you laughing on a date with another man, a young man, a man far more appropriate for you to be with. He imagines sitting waiting for you, only to find out that you're out getting hit on by some young punk who wouldn't know how to please a woman like you. His imagination runs wild, to the point where he can almost feel steam billowing from his ears, but all he says is

"Shitty."

"Shitty?" You laugh, "Try worthless. Embarrassed. Humiliated. At least that's how I felt. And-and maybe I'm just reading too deep into this. Maybe this 'exclusivity' that I thought we had is one-sided."

"It's not," he interrupts quickly, taking a step forward only to pause when you step back again.

"Maybe I just thought things were more serious than they were," you continue, eyes stuck on the ground as your thoughts spill out before your mind has a moment to realize what you're saying.

"They are serious-"

"Maybe we should just stop... whatever this is that we're doing."

Silence hangs heavily in the air when you finish speaking, and you feel tears sting at your eyes when he says nothing.

You count thirteen heartbeats before he finally says something.

"Is that what you really want?" He asks softly, his voice discouraged.

Slowly, you raise your eyes to his.

"What even are we?" You ask breathlessly, a single tear sliding down your cheek. "What are we doing?"

"You're my girl."

You sniffle and shake your head.

"No, I'm your dirty little secret, that's what I am. And I'm tired of it. I wanna be something you're proud of, not something you have to hide," you whisper, your chest aching with the weight of your confession.

Bucky's heart breaks at your words, and he wants nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and kiss away any insecurities you have in your relationship. If you can even call it that.

"I am proud of you, sweetheart, beyond proud. I can't even put into words how I feel about you," he whispers, desperate for you to understand just how much you mean to him.

"Why haven't you told my dad about us yet?"

The silence that follows your question is answer enough for you, and you nod.

"I... I think you should leave," you finally whisper, hugging yourself and keeping your gaze locked on the ground.

He stays rooted in place for a long moment, testing your resolve, waiting for you to break. When you don't, he takes slow steps toward the door, waiting, praying for you to change your mind.

But you stand firm.

Never able to deny you, he leaves you standing alone in your kitchen, your dad peacefully asleep upstairs while your entire life gets turned upside down.

[elfarons]

OKAY BUT DAD!REN WALK WITH MEEE

cw: fem reader, fluff, body insecurity, lowkey just a mashup of dilf ren teehee

it took a while to get ren to open up, but you stayed persistent and got them to rely on you for their more vulnerable moments. ren confessed he never saw himself with kids, or worthy of being a parent with you, but after years of just the two of you, you both decide to raise a child.

ren had no more time to overthink the small things because his family was top priority, what with all the late nights taking turns rocking the baby to sleep, staying consistent on feeding and nap times, and everything that comes with raising a human.

as time went on, he would indulge his little family with anything they wanted. going to all his kids school plays, or going to drop off lunch for you at work. all the movie nights of buckets of popcorn or eating all the junk food when out somewhere with you guys.

you guys were his world.

---

but sometimes ren forgets that he's in this together with you.

while in the line for a ferris wheel at an amusement park, you notice him zipping up his jacket and glancing at some of the other younger couples, "i thought you said it's burning hot?"

"i just think the outfit looks better like this dont'cha think?" he ruffles your kids hair when they nod at him, but you know it's deeper.

you pry a bit more and eventually ren relents, "it's just... i look so different from when we first met, and i'm just wondering if i'm still attractive to you..."

you felt guilty for not noticing ren becoming more self conscious and how they didn't wanna burden you with it.

you reassure them that you accept them no matter what, and honestly all you noticed was how good of a dad he's been! you barely noticed that his stomach is a bit more round, his arms a bit bigger, and the hair that now covers nearly all of his skin

but you are IN LOVE WITH IT!

he can easily carry a baby in each hand, he keeps you all super warm in your sleep as the family's heater, and he just looks so adorable fussing over your small children when he's basically a walking mountain.

he's just an amazing parent and his body is physical proof of his love.

---

on a normal day, you would wake up and cook breakfast because you can't trust ren. but one day, you wake up to the sound of ren and your spawn in the kitchen.

wait, ren is cooking?!

you bolt out of bed and run down the hallway to the kitchen, and once you turn the corner, you're.... confused?

ren is sitting on his heels with his head down and letting one of your kids scold him, "papa, i told you a billion times to only use one-four cup, not a full cup! are you trying to kill mama?!" ren shakes his head in shame and puts his head on the floor, going along with their antics, "i am sincerely sorry, sweetie. please do not speak of this to your mom."

you stifle a giggle and walk away to let him handle it, hearing the exchange eventually end with your kid taking over the kitchen and ren as their assistant.

when you finish your morning routine, you go back to the kitchen and ren gives you a special version of their pancakes, with your favorite toppings and your favorite drink.

"you two are so sweet! what is this for?"

the smaller copy of ren smiles wide, and excitedly says, "i watched papa makeyour favorite! he said it's because you make him feel better about himself."

ren nods and adoringly gazes at you, "you helped me through all my problems no matter how small, so i wanted to show you how much i appreciate you"

you kiss both of their cheeks and you all start digging in, ren and the head chef high fiving under the table when you point out how delicious it tastes.

ren thought he'd never make a good parent, but it comes so naturally. you love them even more for it.

author's note: ok hi i literally made this in like an hour bc we talked about him for literally like 10 mins and im CRAZY i need him so byad,, but i hope you guys like this mess :3c

ty kami + cybele for the inspo on the cooking part !!

dividers by @/enchanthings

[botchedsundoll]

Teehee hi! if ur taking requests can I request for re guys and how they would propose to their partner?

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; proposing to you

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; slightly suggestive in leon’s (ig?)

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; this was so cute but i kept them relatively short bc orherwise i would’ve made full fleshed fics…., hope u all r doing ok!!!, no proofread lol standard me, anon… am so sorrt this took so long

C. OLIVEIRA

he’s a romantic at heart

for him, the most ideal proposal would be something extremely cliché - a fancy meal at a restaurant, a peaceful walk along the beach before he gets down on one knee, sunset in the background casting a warm glow to-

you get the point. though funnily enough, he brings it up one night when the two of you are laying in bed. he’s laying flat on his back, hand supporting the back of his head with his other arm wrapped around you - currently clinging onto his side.

you’re half conscious, half lidded eyes slowly closing as you’re lulled to sleep by the soft drumming of his heart..

‘will you marry me?’

eyes snap open almost immediately, despite his voice being barely above a whisper. he doesn’t even bother reiterating his words and instead lifts his head up, arm reaching out for the side table and pulling the drawer open

a ring.

‘marry me sweetheart.’

L. KENNEDY

with my whole heart i believe he would do it in the cheesiest, yet romantic, way possible, in a good way. simply out of love, he thinks you deserve the world.

it all starts out with a fancy dinner reservation at that restaurant you kept on going on about wanting to try. pulls out a matching set of earrings and a necklace whilst you’re waiting for your food, insisting on helping you put them on right that second

‘you shouldn’t have to do anything today. it’s my treat.’

it’s nice. sweet. the two of you end up back home with a bottle of some fancy red wine, settling it down on the table whilst he helps you take your heels off

and once you end up propped up by your elbows on the mattress, leon kneeled by the edge of the bed, trailing soft kisses along the expanse of your leg

he suddenly freezes after placing a kiss to your inner thigh, eyes meeting yours as he murmured against your skin, a whisper of your name fleeting past his lips

‘you’re all i want. will you marry me?’

C. REDFIELD

i see this going in two ways; either everything’s deliberate, sweet and meticulously planned out or a completely random spur of the moment type thing

if it was the latter, he’d probably just came back from a mission. most likely a relatively taxing one - don’t get me wrong, the job was successful. he’d just have liked it to have gone a bit smoother

one or two broken ribs, hues of purple and blue blooming across his back and lower torso. probably concussed.

and so when he finally returns back home and sees you lazing on the couch in a dressing gown - that shitty sitcom you like so much playing on the tv and a mug of freshly poured tea on the coffee table. a massive grin on your face once you catch sight of him, practically jumping up from your position in excitement

it hits him. if anything had happened, if he’d even slipped up the slightest bit on that mission - he could’ve lost this

drops his duffel bag immediately, practically sprinting over towards you and cradling your smaller face in his much bigger hands. a desperate kiss to your lips.

‘shit, marry me.’

goes out the next morning whilst you’re still asleep and comes back with an absolutely gorgeous ring - something that just screams you

[halovians]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆. ˒ ⊹

syn. you think jealousy is a good look on aventurine. too bad he has to remind you that you belong to him, and him only. (1.8k) pair. aventurine x f!reader cw. jealous aventurine my beloved / fem-aligned reader / pet names used: pretty girl, doll, angel, princess, good girl / oral (f!receiving) / fingering / teasing and begging / prone bone / spanking (like.. one time) / p in v penetration / creampie / multiple rounds are insinuated. teehee. love, oak! loooorrrrrdddddd aventurine. i've been obsessed w him since he was mentioned in topaz's quest ♡. about to start the penacony quest now, i'm literally buzzing w/ excitement over seeing him!!!!!!!

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

aventurine thinks he can be a little bit... petty, sometimes.

but of course, who wouldn't be, when one sees some random stranger putting their hands all over what's theirs?

so obviously, aventurine does the one thing he does best.

put on a show.

"hey, pretty girl," aventurine drawls, sidling up to you as he slides an arm around your waist. the grip he has on your hip is near-bruising, the only indication that he was currently ticked off. "you tired of this bar yet? i'd like to leave soon." his voice is a soft croon as he brings his lips to your ear, warm breath brushing the sensitive skin there. "i've got better things for us to be doin' in mind."

you gasp, playfully slapping his chest. your attention is completely off the man you were just chatting up, and aventurine shoots him a lazy grin. the man merely grumbles and leaves.

it makes him feel pure satisfaction, really.

aventurine turns you in his grip so that you're chest to chest with him—forces you to tilt your head back to look up at him. he smiles prettily down at you, as if he weren't just scheming to whisk you away from all the attention you were just receiving.

"better things, huh?" you say, glossy lips forming a matching grin to his as you look up at the blond. "like what? that man was just about to buy me a drink, you know. how're you gonna make up for that?"

he nearly lets his perfect mask slip—a twitch of his eyebrow is all you notice. but he tilts his head, looks down at you with those pretty lavender eyes of his.

"oh doll, if you wanted a drink, why didn't you just say so?"

your eyes gleam with mischief. you trail your fingers up his chest, your lips pursing in a pout.

"it's more fun charming a guy into buying it.." you sigh dramatically.

"who says you haven't charmed me?"

"no one. everyone knows i've already got you wrapped around my finger."

he can't argue with that. no, he can't argue with the irrefutable truth.

because you do. he's wrapped around your pretty little finger, and you know it. you exploit it. he doesn't mind, though.

aventurine doesn't deal with what doesn't pay off. and in the end, a pretty thing like you always does.

so he smiles again, tilting your chin up with a gloved finger. he lets a little bit of the hunger he feels shine in his eyes—he basks in the way your eyes shutter, your red-painted lips parting slightly.

“how about this, then—will you let me charm you, pretty?” he purrs, thumb coming up to gently tug at your bottom lip.

your throat bobs as you swallow. a shallow nod of your head follows—as much as he’ll allow while he grips your chin.

“good. you know how great i am at making your dreams come true, don’t you?”

there’s no room for debate there, nor does he give you any; aventurine’s smug demeanor is never undeserved, if the way he has you grasping the sheets of his bed later is concrete proof of that.

“’venturine,” you whine, back arching off the ruffled white sheets of the bed, “please, need you inside me, noooow.” the last word comes out in a long moan as his fingers stroke just the right spot inside of you. a flick of his tongue against your puffy clit draws a cry of pleasure from your lips.

he hasn’t even taken his clothes off yet, and he already has you a mewling mess for him. again, he feels that familiar sense of satisfaction flow through him.

aeons. he loved seeing you so debauched, flushed and squirming beneath him as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of you.

“c’mon angel, one more time for me—you can do it, can’t you?”

the low drawl of his voice is drowned out by the lewd squelch of his fingers inside you, constantly moving and stroking your walls in just the way you liked it. at this rate, you were going to go insane, but you feel your climax cresting, rising up and up and up, until it comes crashing down with a particular crook of his fingers inside you. he doesn’t let up, doesn’t grant you any mercy as you sob and convulse with pleasure. “’venturineee!”

finally, finally, he stops, withdrawing his fingers (his sleeve is completely soaked with your essence, he notes smugly) and rising after a swift kiss to your sweet pussy. you lay there, a puddle of nerves still buzzing with pleasure.

the clink of his belt and the rustle of fabric falling to the floor, and then you’re being maneuvered so gently, rolled onto your front with large, gentle hands. there’s a pillow being slid under your hips, another for your pretty head, and then you feel the bed dip with the weight of aventurine settling into place right behind you.

you let out a soft cry as you feel the blunt head of his cock rub against your still too sensitive cunt, his hands gripping the plush globes of your ass as he spreads you for him. he loves the little sounds you make as he teases you, dipping the tip in but never quite going any farther than that.

no, he wanted to hear you beg for it.

“what do we say when we want something, princess?” aventurine hums, drawing the tip of his cock through your slick folds, achingly slow.

“oh,” you sigh sweetly. “need you to fuck me. please, ‘ven, need it so bad.”

your plea is like sugared candy on his tongue, a torturous substance he’s addicted to as he allows himself to slowly sink inside you. he takes his time—you’re whining and squirming beneath him, and he has to hold you still with firm hands—but only goes as far as an inch, shallowly moving his hips.

“like that?” he asks coyly.

you look over your shoulder to glare at him. at the nasty look you shoot him, his eyes narrow; he lifts a hand, only to bring it down on the sensitive skin on your ass. you let out a yelp.

“now, now, only good girls get what they want. you’re a good girl, aren’t ya?”

you respond with a desperate whine. aventurine knows when you’re reaching your limit though, and like the good person he is, he’s decided he’s had enough fun torturing you. besides, he’s nearing his own limit—the walls of your cunt just feel so delicious around him—and it’s taking a willpower of steel to not pound you into oblivion right then and there.

aventurine sighs dramatically, hands drifting up your spine, ghosting along your back. he likes the way you shiver beneath him, completely helpless to his whims. he’s quiet for a moment, drinking in the way you’re breathing harshly beneath him as he lets himself dip a little further into you, and then: “alright, i’ve teased you enough. you’ve been so good for me.”

the words are like music to your ears—as well as the only warning you receive before he’s gripping your hips, lifting and adjusting you so he hits just the angle he knows you like, and he starts a brutal pace that rips a harsh moan from your lips.

he’s absolutely unforgiving in the way he fucks you, but he knows it’s just the way you like it. searing, molten heat flows through your veins with every stroke, nerves like lightning as you’re overwhelmed with the all-consuming sensation of aventurine all over you. it’s not just the way he fucks you—the way he presses his chest to your back as his hips rut into you, the way he has you completely pinned, rough hands spreading you oh-so perfectly for him, the way his lips press to the nape of your neck, his breath ghosting along your skin as he groans, right up in your ear.

“fuck—you’re so fucking tight, pretty—yeah, you like this, don’t you? can feel you clenchin’ around my cock.” he makes a point to thrust his hips especially rough at the end of each sentence, coaxing a long, desperate moan from you. you’re mindlessly babbling at this point, barely able to form a coherent sentence as he fucks all sense of sanity from your head.

and when he snakes a hand around you, brushing down your navel towards the apex of your thighs, you let out a broken sob as deft fingers find your clit. paired with each perfectly aimed thrust, you’re coming undone beneath him in a matter of seconds, walls convulsing around him.

“where do you want me, angel?” aventurine coos in your ear. his voice is raspy, lust-drunk and breathy as he struggles to hold himself together, to stave off the orgasm he knows is imminent.

“inside,” you gasp out. “wan’ it inside!” your words slur together as he fucks you through your own orgasm. you feel electric as his hips start to stutter, your only other hint that aventurine is close, so so close, and you want him falling with you. so you clench the delicate muscles in your pelvis, walls fluttering around his cock so perfectly, it feels like life and death and infinity and oblivion all at once.

he presses deep inside you, holding you so tight to him as he cums, hard, just the way you wanted him to. you clutch the pillow under your head to ground yourself, muffling the moan you let out as his hips twitch and then eventually pull away, drawing himself out of you. the sensation makes you hiss softly, displeased at the empty feeling he leaves you with.

aventurine smiles at the sight—of you, blissfully fucked out on his bed, hips still slightly raised from the pillow as his cum drips out of you. it might’ve been obscene to some, but he was so utterly fucking obsessed with you that really, it’s got him ready to go for another round.

he only gives you a moment to catch your breath.

then you’re being flipped over, aventurine slotting himself between your legs, his already hard cock pressing against your messy cunt. he smiles down at you, a purely predatory look in his eyes as his gaze meets yours.

“don’t tell me you’re tired out already, princess,” he drawls, basking in the way your sleepy eyes widen with shock. “you’ve gotta cum at least a couple more times before i’m satisfied. i’m gonna make sure my name is the only one you remember, ‘kay?”

and as he slides into you, torturously slow, you realize that you might just be in for a long night.

please don't repost on other platforms. rbs and comments are super appreciated ♡ !!

[oofmybad]

I loved your GOAT Talk imagine! Could you do one where Billie and reader are on Hot Ones Versus?

HOT ONES Versus

i love this request!!! it’s so nice writing out videos she’s done - just takes so long lol. but it’s a good excuse to watch the videos back teehee :P

warnings: fluff, suggestive jokes, not proofread

a/n: hi gang! i had my tattoo today, it was only five hours long so not too bad. i had planned to write a ton of requests while i was there but i ended up getting my right arm tattooed so no can do, whoopsie!

~~~~~~~

“you spin first baby, you wanted to” billie points to you across the table.

you take the hot sauce wheel between your fingers and spin it. after many turns it lands facing billie.

“you go first!” “my turn” you and billie say at the same time.

to your left, there is a stack of cue cards placed face down. you pick one up and begin to read out the question.

“as a songwriter, there’s a constant need to document your inner-most thoughts and feelings.” you pause to tsk, “read your last notes app entry out loud” you wince at billie.

“ruh rohhhh” billie sings, clearly unable to remember the last thing she wrote in there. she fishes her phone out of her back pocket and brings it up to read from.

her leg bounces in anticipation as she makes her way to the app.

suddenly, out of nowhere, billie lets out her signature loud cackle, throwing her head back in the process.

“yall! it’s a quoute from my dad” billie goes on to explain the context of the note before revealing what it actually says:

“your mom says i have bird eyes” she laughs, making you laugh with her.

she continues, “and that i look like a baby dinosaur”

“what the fuck, maggie?!” you chime in, “way to woo him” you joke.

“look at mom!” billie point over to maggie behind the cameras while laughing, “she’s like, ‘yep!’”

you notice that maggie is also filming the scene, so you decide to tease her about it, “she’s also filming as though there aren’t a hundred cameras in here. you know, just to get that magic shot” you quip.

billie laughs with you, before going on to read out the next question for you. “i just released my latest project, hit me hard and soft, were there any arguments while i was working on the record?” she reads out, looking to you once she’s completed the question. she takes off her glasses now, hoping to get a better look at you.

“ummm” you think, “yes” you say plainly.

billie laughs at your short sentence, “you gonna give any context to that, or?”

“i would come in the room a lot while you were recording a take and mess it up. that would piss you off” you say. billie laughs heavily in agreement.

“let me defend myself, though” you put a hand up, “i cant knock ‘cause that makes a noise, but i can’t just come in ‘cause that distracts you. so what exactly am i meant to do?”

“um, not come in” billie says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“bil, you were recording for like two years. sometimes i needed you” you explain, making eye contact with the cameras, looking for comradery.

“hell yeah you did” billie says like a twelve year old boy, turning your sentence dirty.

“shut UP! i did not!… well-” you trail off.

“sorry mom” billie giggles. you just grit your teeth in maggies direction, making an ‘eek’ face.

“ok next question pleaseeeee” you sing out, trying to move on from the now awkward conversation.

you pick up another cue card and read it out to billie.

“in addition to being a grammy award winning singer, you’re also a style icon. rate these classic billie fits on a scale from 1-10.”

“jesus christ” billie huffs.

you pull up the first image of her in a camo vest and grey sweatpants, already giggling at her.

billie deliberates, “one to ten? we’re gonna give that like a… three.” she goes on, “i had the idea, the idea was there, but the execution was off. it really doesn’t look good on, though.”

“was that at laneway?” you ask.

“mhm, in perthhhhhhh” she says questioningly, causing you to make fun of her cadense.

“p-u-r-r-r-r-r-th?” you spell out before picking up the next image.

“aw this was cute” you comment.

“that was cute. that’s like a 7/8. anything anime is like the coolest shit ever.” billie answers, “anytime i have a shirt with an anime character on it, it’s the coolest shirt i own.”

holding out the next image billie jumps in, “oof. this was a person who’s shit did not stink.”

“uhhhhh” you disagree, “she was, in a word: mean”

“hahahahaHAHA” billie laughs in her baby voice, “that’s not true!“

“don’t even, bil. you hated me back then” you mock pout.

“no i didn’t, i could never hate you” billie attempts to defend herself but you cut her off regardless, “you can and you have, bil.”

the two of you continue to score fit pictures, before billie gets too embarassed to continue.

she reads out the next question.

“as a fellow producer and songwriter, you’ve worked with everyone form justin bieber to kid cudi. name one person you’d never want to be in the studio with again” billie laughs out at the end of the question, a mischevious look on her face.

“hehehe” she devilishly chuckles.

“oh no” you hesitate to answer, already having someone in mind.

“yeah! YEAHHH!” billie screams in triumph, happy you’re gonna have to eat a death wing.

“um… um….” you blow a big puff of air out, “i don’t wanna punch down.”

“savage, y/n” billie quips.

“well?! i could punch WAY down” you laugh. “…sure, sure, i’ll eat a wing.”

you go to take a nibble out of the soy meat, the heat already hitting you like a cloud of smoke.

“woah! that was a fat bite, baby” billie exclaims.

“i’m hungry” you mumble back as you chew, but make sure to cover your mouth.

“careful with your eyes, pretty girl” billie warns you. you’re sat their with your hands out, palms to the sky, consciously putting them nowhere near your face.

“mmm, that’s yummy!” you shimmy your shoulders as you eat and go to pick up the next card.

“couple test! i’m going to write down my answer, and you have to guess my response. guess wrong and eat a death wing” you say the final part in a faux suspenseful voice.

billie chuckles at that.

“what is my favorite billie eilish song?” you ask.

the two of you both pick up ypur white boards as you ponder on your answers.

“i have no idea-“ billie beginds to say.

“dont over think it” you butt in.

“new or old?”

“new-ish” you reply, tryna help her out.

billie’s face shows utter confusion as she answers, “you like so many of my songs though”

“of course!”

“i mean, maybe skinny?” billie confirms her guess.

“good guess! it’s what was i made for”

“awww, you cutiepatootie” bille coos at you, “i literally forgot that song existed” she laughs.

“how?!” you question her, “i literally play it everyday.”

“i wanna eat a wing!” billie interrupts you, whining in her baby voice. the two of you really should have eaten before you go here.

“well you got it wrong so go ahead, baby” you laugh at her childish behavior.

“oooo, yum dude” billie comments once she’s taken a bite.

the director speaks to you from behind the cameras, “y/n, why did you pick what was i made for?”

“well,” you think on it, “i got to tag along with billie. we became part of the barbie entourage which was such a fun group to be part of. i just liked leeching” you joke.

“how’s the spice hitting?” the director goes on to ask billie.

“it’s great. just a little hard to think” she smiles at the camera.

now her turn to read a carsd, billie reads aloud, “couple test!” in a voice of mockery.

“what is my biggest fear?”

“surely it has to be something being under your bed. or furniture in general. you still jump up into bed from three feet out.”

“close! good answer. but nope. it is the salt monster” billie corrects you.

“oh yeah!” you laugh, clapping your hands in enjoyment.

“ok. fuck” you huff, preparing to eat another wing.

“i thought you were gonna get that one” she says

“sorry” you mumble as you take a bite.

“dont say sorry, my love. i just feel bad you have to eat another wing” billie reaches her hand out across the table for yours.

you smile at her kind ways.

“that one wasn’t so bad. the first one just lingers for so long. at least it’s yummy soy” you ramble on with your mouth full.

while you read out the next card, billie sits across from you, watching your mouth as you read. her own mouth is slightly swollen from the hot sauce. she looks how she looks in the bedroom… you shoudn’t be thinking of this right now.

“rank these artists form most to least tanented” you furrow your eyebrows as you speak, knowing this will be a tough one for billie.

“woah! who?!” she asks you, looking frightened already.

“tyler the creator, lana del rey, childish gambino, and justin bieber”

“i dont know if i can do it” billie shakes her head.

you nod understandingly, “ok, well, eat a death wing then.”

billie picks up a wing, bringing it to her face to smell it before she takes a bite. she hesitates and says, “it’s the lips that are a problem. the mouth is fine.”

“really? yeah, they do look a little red my love” you tease her.

billie goes ahead and takes a bite, doing her best to avoid her lips.

“you eat like a horse” you casually observe her, just saying what’s on your mind.

“hey! rude!” billie shouts back.

“not normally, just, with your lips all curled up like that” you scoff.

“mmm, yum!” billie expresses with her hand. “what’s awesome about hot ones is when the interview is over, we get to KEEP suffering.”

“true, true” you nod.

“alright,” billie says, “wildcard.”

as she says it, horns start to blare around the room, startling you both. you look utterly exhausted by the commotion whereas billie looks like a deer in headlights. she turns her head to the direction of the noise, her whole body jumping in a fright.

“what the fuck, dude” you say to the director, tired of their antics.

billie begins to read out another card, “it’s trajish- it’s a trajish- WOAH!” but her words come put as complete jibberish. clearly the spice is getting to her head.

you tease her blunder, “purrrr, exactly what i was thinking, bil!”

“shut up” she glares at you, “it’s tradition around here to put a little extra on the last wing. you and your opponent can add an extra dab to your final wings now.”

you simply let out a long sigh at the suggestion and take a sip of water whilst billie takes off her flannel.

“what’s the question?” you interrogate billie.

“give me a second, mama” she glares at you again. “don’t smile at me… challenge your other half to a compliement battle. first person to smile must eat a death wing.”

taking another chug of water, you say nothing, but silently hope for the pain in your mouth to ease. you just stare in front of you blankly.

“dude this is so sad” billie says, “i don’t like seeing you in pain.”

“that’s sweet, but not true” you side eye her.

billie’s mouth falls wide open and she kicks your leg under the table in annoyance at your innuendo.

“see! she’s even kicking me now” you make eye contact with the cameras.

the director steps in, counting you two down to your compliement battle.

“1… 2… 3… go!” he says.

billie goes first, “you’re the most talented person i know.”

no smile from you, the game continues.

“you’re a fast driver” you scoff, your face still neutral, “you’ve never been in a car accident, right?”

billie looks up and to the side, “um, nope. but is that even a compliment?”

she continues, “you’re the smartest person i know.”

“bil, i feel like you already said that.”

suddenly, all of your hearing goes black, all you can hear is a high-pitched ringing in your left ear. “i’ve gone deaf in one ear!” you cackle.

billie’s head shoots up like a meercat, she peers around the room looking for reassurance that you’re ok. her eyes fall on you now, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.

you giggle the pain away, playing it off with a blasé “that’s crazy.”

billie begins to giggle alongside you, no longer worrying for her baby, but finding it funny now. she proceeds to put an extra dab of hot sauce on your wing, no regard for your recent injury.

“holy shit, billie. that’s so much” you take the wing and wipe some of the sauce off onto billie’s wing.

maggie cackles from behing the camera.

“uhm…” you think, “you look good in the DUMBEST fucking clothing” you ‘compliment’ her.

at this, billie lets out the loudest cackle, your favorite laugh of hers echoing around the room.

knowing she’s just lost, billie goes ahead and picks up the final wing.

“i laughed too, though” you pick up a wing as well, in solidarity.

“are you good, though?” billie checks in with you.

“it cant get worse” you shrug.

billie raises her eyebrows in a ‘for real?!’ look, “it can! it totally can.”

“well, bone apple teeth” you cheers your wings together

“love you” billie says before she takes a bite. as soon as she does, “ugh! that’s disgusting!”

“it’s a tie!” the producer calls out.

“a tie?! i didn’t take one sip of drink the whole time!” billie tries to bargain her way into a win.

“you’re so competetive” you roll your eyes, “billie, who doesn’t have enough trophies…” you joke, “congratulations, this is yours” you hand her the trophy.

billie holds up the plastic chicken wing triumphantly and makes a speech, “thank you so much for having me on the show…”

her sentence trails off and she just looks around the room for a long pregnant pause. the room fills with laughter at her comedic timing.

“stream hit me hard and soft… i’m like feeling the need to tell you all the people i’ve ever hooked up with for some reason” she rambles on.

“ahahaha” you burst out laughing.

billie goes to take a bit of the trophy but to no avail, “oh my god! you didn’t even make that a little bit edible.”

at his, the room erupts into applause and you two have finished the interview.

“good job, baby” you congratulate billie on her win.

“thanks, love” billie stands up and walks over to you. “are you ok?” she asks.

“i think i have hot sauce in my eye” you laugh while rubbing your eyes.

“come here” billie commands as she dips a clean serviette into her ice water. she goes to wipe your eyes and clean them out.

“better?” billie questions you, your face cupped in her hand.

“much” you cheese before leaning in for a kiss.

billie steps back and goes back towards her seat before yelling in a silly voice, “should i eat the last one… or nah?!”

you laugh at her, stopped by her hurling her chair into the distance.

“steve from blues clues throws a chair into the liminal space” you joke, causing billie to keel over in laughter.

[vinnyvamppp]

Can I request for Ladybug! Reader? I saw a TikTok video where Marinette was telling some heroes she could just Miraculous ladybug everything back to normal and they want to hire her because of that.

So imagine this but with Invincible, Reader's like his next door neighbor - yes she witnessed him learning how to land and she got pissed at that cuz IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

I like the idea of her revealing her identity to Mark so she can join him in missions whenever, so anytime he destroyed half of a city she just Miraculous ladybug everything and goes "YOUR WELCOME ASSHOLEEE!!"

And maybe during the Invincible war, she lucky charms a whip while fighting a variant (either Mohawk Mark or No goggles Mark cuz they freaky like that) and she goes wtf am I supposed to do with this?

(sorry I'm rambling a lot I just like the potential of this concept)

Friendly Neighborhood Inconvenience

NOTE: THIS IDEA WAS SOOOO FUN, Its 1 am for me and I've been giggling away while typing. I've taken a different approach to my usually long writing to make this more conversationally driven. I'm not straying too much so the vision is accurate. Up and away!

Synopsis: Mark Grayson, is your biggest inconvenience and friend... whom you also live next to. Super-powered besties...? :) Warnings: None, my first non-smut-related blog yes yes! Just two idiots with powers. Mark Grayson x Ladybug!Reader Word Count: 1,000

You knew Mark Grayson was going to be a problem the moment he crashed into your backyard.

Not metaphorically. Not in a "he’s my annoying next-door neighbor" way. No, Mark Grayson, your classmate, occasional physics partner, and guy who still owed you ten bucks from a group project, literally smashed into the ground outside your window at 2 AM. 

You had been peacefully sleeping, dreaming of things far, far away from the absolute disaster that was your life, when a loud THUD shook your house. The crashes you had been imagining in your dreams began to manifest outside of your home. Were you under attack? Has the house shifted? Did your insomnia finally catch up to you? You jolted awake, heart racing, and sprinting as you immediately threw open your window to find Mark groaning in a crater. Oh…

"...Are you serious right now?"

He looked up, squinting and disoriented. "Huh—? Oh. Uh. Hey, neighbor."

"You woke me up," you deadpanned.

"Sorry," he wheezed, struggling to stand. His hands planting themselves against his knees.

"Mark. Why are you in my backyard." Your fingers gestured to the now three unevenly placed craters, one having a busted water pipe.

At that, he winced. "I was... learning how to land."

"You… know how to fly?” Correction: Barely. “...In the middle of the night?"

"Y-Yeah?"

You sighed so hard it could’ve put out a candle. "Grayson, I swear to God, if you ever—"

His attention suddenly turned towards his bedroom, the voice of his mothers concerned cries calling out for him jolted him into focus. And then he zoomed away, barely getting his balance, leaving you seething in your pajamas.

Yeah. Mark Grayson was going to be a problem. One you couldn’t avoid. Mark thought he was so slick. Just how did he manage his grades being so reckless? He’d show up to school exhausted, disappear at the most inconvenient times, and had that whole "Oops, did I break another building? Teehee!" energy about him. You knew. Oh, you knew.

Because the second you saw him with a black eye in the hallway after a “plumbing accident,” you put two and two together. You’d seen Invincible on the news. You’d seen him stumble into your backyard like an idiot. Not to mention the various times he’d confidently strut into his home WEARING HIS COSTUME. Though, you always assumed he was just into comic con and somewhat of a superhero nerd.

So when the time finally came to throw off the mask, you did it spectacularly.

Mark stood in your living room, eyes wide, staring at you in full Ladybug attire. "Wait—YOU’RE LADYBUG?!"

You smirked, spinning your yo-yo. "Surpriiiise~!"

"But—how—why—?!"

"Bro, did you really think you were the only one sneaking around at night?!"

Mark ran a hand through his hair, still struggling to process. "You fix everything after my fights?"

"Ding ding ding!" You clapped your hands. "Every time you break a city block, I put it back together. Every. Single. Time."

His jaw dropped. "Oh my God."

"Oh your God is right. Do you know how hard it is to undo your messes?! Half the time, I don’t even know what I’m fixing! You knock over a skyscraper, I gotta wing it! And every fight wrecks at least ten buildings!"

Mark laughed, but there was guilt in his eyes. "...So, uh. Guess this means you can help out more?"

You crossed your arms. "Help? Babe, I’ve been your cleanup crew this entire time. You should be helping me."

And thus, the most chaotic partnership in hero history was born. Cecil had been hounding you anyway, so this panned out in your favor. Being close and personal to his hero-ly escapades made the clean up easier to maintain… for your sanity of course. You had been through some rough days. Fought some wild villains. But nothing could have prepared you for an entire army of Invincibles tearing through the planet. Honestly, you were terrified; and left ragged, but keeping your wits about you would be the best bet you had for survival. 

You were dodging a punch from one of them, Mohawk Mark, which was an awful fashion choice, by the way, when your Lucky Charm activated. Perhaps it was something helpful like a pair of shears to correct his funky haircut. A bright light flashed, and in your hand, you felt—

A whip.

You blinked.

"...What the hell am I supposed to do with this?!"

Mohawk Mark lunged at you with a cheeky grin, enthralled more than anything. “Didn’t know you were into that, could use another one of you.” He teased.

"Shit—!"

You improvised. And like a thirsty mutt, he hounded you like a new obsession. Who knew men with harems could be so freaky? Later, when the war was over, when the dust settled and the leveled cities were, miraculously, nearly restored, you stood next to Mark, arms crossed, glaring at him.

"Go ahead," he muttered.

"You know what I’m gonna say," you grinned, nudging him slightly.

He sighed.

"Go on," you sing-songed.

"…Thanks."

"And—?"

"...Sorry for all the messes."

You smirked, patting his shoulder. "See? That wasn’t so hard. Now go buy me dinner, asshole."

Mark groaned. "You're never gonna let this go, huh?

"Not in a million years." Secretly, he would be happy too, but the poor boy was embarrassed from being proven wrong that his lips sealed shut. As Mark begrudgingly led the way to the nearest burger joint, you grinned, spinning your yo-yo around your finger. The city skyline gleamed, perfectly restored, thanks to you. The world was safe again—also thanks to you. And despite the chaos, the near-death experiences, and the fact that you were probably stuck dealing with Mark’s messes forever… you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ugh, I just love writing in-character stories. I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR REQUESTS EXPECTATIONS LMAO.

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

[chocosvt]

HER | teaser.

✧✎ synopsis: wonwoo, a heartbroken and burnt out writer nearing the end of his math degree, wants nothing to do with the seemingly perfect, intimidating girl who has everyone under her thumb. you. unfortunately, his literary talent has got him shoved him between a rock and a hard place when you want to write a book and require his expertise. you two are the furthest from compatible. wonwoo can’t see this going well. at all.

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader teaser word count: 1.4k actual word count: 140k (yes, u read that correctly) genres/tropes: writer!wonwoo, university!au, plug!vernon + boyfriend!mingyu as prominent side characters, SLOWBURN (i am not fucking around this is my slowest burn yet), relationship drama, soul searching, strong angst/hurt (i’m coming for the jugular), comfort, romance, smut, a smoothie of every emotion on earth.

(!) warnings for the full fic: drug use (weed, coke, ecstasy), wonwoo has anxiety + anxiety attacks + fairly dark thoughts, prescribed medication, gambling, intense language, infidelity, throwing up.

✧✎ a/n: as i descend to one knee and cup my hands together at your mercy, i offer a tidbit to the wonwoo fic i have finally completed after two years (lol). i know i ALWAYS say this, but i truly wasn't expecting the fic to be THIS FUCKING LONG! thankfully, i planned it well and although i lost momentum countless times (nervously side eyes the approximate & several 5 month breaks i took in between), my dedication to seeing the characters through & "completing" their growth was smth that i could not leave behind!

not having posted a fic for two years is prob a little much :0 so hopefully the length of this makes up for it (?) usually my writing is just teehee silly little romance agonizing slowburn surface level dilemmas of the self BUT THIS ONE HAS A LITTLE KICK!

so read it if you want! don't read it if you don't want!

hearts & flowers, xoxoxo (me :*)

UPDATE: read the first part here!

—MARCH 19TH.

“I have a relatively big favour to ask of you.”

 No. Wonwoo didn’t want anything to do with favours.

The fact that Seokmin had actively picked out his presence in the coffee shop like he was some shiny contortion of plastic had actually offended Wonwoo. He came here for two things: to not be bothered, which his friend knew, and to work on the book he was halfway through typing and had been halfway through typing for the past six months. Call it writer’s block, or an inspiration drought, or an absolutely depressing lack of drive—it had been hanging over the writer with an annoying persistence and it seemed that no number of lemony scones or cold coffees were going to make it vanish.

“Uh, Wonwoo?”

“Sorry… what?” He forced his gaze to shift from the blank page on his laptop to Seokmin’s apologetic, softly expressional face, slightly flushed from his time outdoors in the chilled March weather.

“I was just wondering if you’d be up for a favour—a pretty big one—and I know this is your special creativity spot, but she’s been like, breathing down my neck about it and I can’t put it off again.”

“Whose been breathing down your neck?”

At first, Seokmin didn’t say a word, or even make a sound. His lips twitched for a moment, but then he pressed them together and his chest visibly sucked in with a breath. God, Wonwoo hated the suspense and he hated Seokmin for interrupting him when he had been so stupidly close to putting a sentence down that he probably would have back-spaced in frustration a minute later.  

“Y’know…” he trailed off, “Her.”

Her.

No, not her, you.

But most people—if not everyone—referred to you by an alias that had seemed to stick so well the majority believed it actually was your name. When people said her they meant Her, and so in a confusing mess of finger-pointing they really meant you. Come to think of it, Wonwoo had no idea where the nickname even came from or who gave it to you or what it even meant.

And he was perfectly fine with never knowing.

“What?” Wonwoo deadpanned. “What on earth could she want to do with me? She doesn’t even know me.” He slid down in his chair, fingers pulling at his circle-lensed glasses so they tilted uncomfortably across his nose bridge. “Or, is this a joke?”

“Oh—no! Absolutely not!” His friend was insistent on proclaiming, vigorously shaking his head. “I’m being serious.”

“Why don’t I believe you then?”

“Okay, well, if you let me explain everything, it’ll all make sense. I said I know someone who writes really well—”

“Meaning me?”

“Yes, meaning you. And the only reason that was even brought up is because she wants to write a book.”

Wonwoo couldn’t help it. He laughed—a very short, disbelieving laugh that flashed a transient smile to his face as he readjusted his crooked glasses. You were the last person he would ever envision wanting to write a book. He then navigated the trackpad on his laptop, deciding to close the document simply titled, 01, that harboured the fleet of pages to his own current work in progress.

“Yeah,” Wonwoo disregarded, “sounds like bullshit.”

“I’m telling you the truth!” Seokmin exclaimed, gripping onto the metal back of the café chair like he was squeezing someone’s taunt shoulders. “She won’t tell me about what, okay? Just that she’s been thinking the idea for a while now. It’s not like I didn’t try to get details. But she refused—said the only person who can know is whoever’s going to help her. Look, y’have to understand, she was pestering me about it nonstop. And you’re my only writer friend!”

“Well, you’re about to have none.” He answered, reaching for his coffee cup but stopping it just short of his lips. “How serious is she about this, anyway?” Wonwoo sighed. “Do you know how much fucking time you need to dedicate to writing a book?”

He stomached a slow, somewhat grimacing sip as he tasted the coffee’s coldness, meanwhile Seokmin swallowed heavily, and at last pulled out the chair he’d been white-knuckling to take a seat.

“Yes, I’m aware it takes time. I know that. And she is serious or else I wouldn’t be here, bothering you. She takes everything seriously.” The boy began unbuttoning his sleek black jacket. “Really, who knows what’ll happen? Maybe you’ll meet her once and she’ll decide she can’t stand you, and then you’re off the hook for life.”

“Yeah, well have you ever considered what might happen if I can’t stand her? Are my feelings even being considered? Minutely?”

“Minutely, they are being considered.”

“Liar.”

It wasn’t that Wonwoo disliked you.

In actuality, you scared him more than anything. But to be associated with you was to be drawn into your life and caught like a firefly in a glass jelly jar. The proof was right in front of him—to Wonwoo’s eyes, Seokmin was basically your little mailman that scrambled around in hectic nature to do your bidding, because most tasks apparently weren’t worth the time or effort.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to rope me into this. You know I can hardly write my own shit, right?” Wonwoo said bitterly, wishing it was the opposite, “my mind is a desolate, blank canvas of fuck-all and if she thinks I’m writing it then she needs a reality check.”

“No, no—of course you won’t write it!” Seokmin reassured him with his big, opalescent smile. “Really, you’re just giving tips, maybe guiding her process, helping with the planning… you know, this could be facilitated so much easier if you spoke to Her yourself!”

“So, my nightmare?” Wonwoo huffed, shaking his leg.

In an instant, Seokmin had whipped out his phone, tapping around the screen quickly using his thin pointer finger.

“I’m just going to pull up her schedule. It’s always pretty packed, but more into the summer break, it thins out a little. “

Wonwoo exhaled, staring off into the warm, afternoon sunlight that hailed in through the windows, striking all the shimmering flecks and pieces of dust afloat in the café air. When he breathed in again, he could smell the luxurious coffees brewing in their rich and distinctive notes. It was such a beautiful day—still chilly as the snow outdoors began to thaw—but pleasant nonetheless.

“This is such a fucking waste.”

And Wonwoo spent it being miserable.

“No, it’ll be useful. Trust.” Seokmin chirped.

“You’re trying to dip me in your optimism gloss again.”

His friend smiled affectionately, tilting his head.

“This will be good. You’ve been a hermit since I’ve known you.”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo scoffed, “so you think it’s a good idea to shove me with the person I relate to least on the entire planet?”

“Really? The least? So, what you’re saying is, you relate more to serial killers? Or animal abusers? Or like, literal fasc—”

“Stop.”

“You want to do this. I can see it in your eyes. I’ll set you up.”

A part of Wonwoo knew there might be no wriggling out of the situation, especially with Seokmin sitting across from him, characteristically eager and brightly pushy as always, like a goddamn salesman. For now, it could be easier to let himself get cuffed.

“Can I at least have some time to think it over?”

“Uh… well… the thing is… the thing with that is—”

“You’ve cornered me?”

“I wouldn’t word it like that.”

“… Okay.” Wonwoo removed his glasses, shoved his knuckles tender but deep into his eye sockets, massaging through flashes of white as he came to accept a fate he didn’t know even existed in his astrology. “Just, I don’t know—fuck—schedule me in wherever.”

“Ha! It doesn’t exactly work like that.”

“I really don’t give a damn how it works, Seokmin.”

“Right,” his friend laughed nervously, “I promise that I’ll get back to you pronto. Sorry for the disturbance. And, uh, good luck.”

 “With what part?” Wonwoo grumbled, fixing his spectacles back on to clarify Seokmin’s sympathetic face, the light bouncing off his head of brassy hair like a disco ball. “My incapability to write a goddamn thing or the fact I have to help your perfectionist friend who’s probably going to chew me up and spit me out?”

 “Both parts.” Seokmin grinned. “It can only go up from here.”

✧✎ a/n: tada!

this is the introductory scene! i think i've read it so many times that i could probably recite it from memory at this point ;_; anyway! as i mentioned, i know that it's been a hot minute since i last uploaded any scenarios. but one way or another this monster is getting posted! i did NOT have this lurking on my poor tired macbook causing it to overheat and sputter and spew FOR NOTHING!!

i swear that i don't plan for my works to get this goddamn long. before i hardly planned at all. maybe now i plan too much? i guess i have yet to find a happy medium!! but again, i do hope the size of the fic makes up for all that missed time :_( life has been ruff. but this fic was there as a handy distraction mechanism (when i prob should have been facing reality fhwejfhwk) so i guess it's been a double-edged sword!

also just want to preface that the reader goes by an alias throughout the fic. i'm not sure if this is like... a very huge or popular concept nowadays? so if it hits your reading ear a bit weird at first i apologize! but i swear it has purpose!! *chekhovs rule* *winkwink*

ANYWAY! no more rambling!

i'm pondering the idea of adding a taglist for those who are interested, just as i did with honey boy :3 so if that tickles ur fancy then feel free to each out!

BUT PLZ HEED THE FOLLOWING:

the fic in its entirety will be split across 6 parts

the word count of each part ranges from 22-24k!

i do not YET have a set posting schedule, simply bc i am unsure of how long it will take ppl to get through each part

(so that would be smth i'd have to gauge afterward)

REVISIT THE WARNINGS!!

i will not be flagging mature/nsfw/triggering scenes throughout the fic as the fic itself already has a heavy nature to it

so pls read the warnings!

if there's any additional questions i encourage u to swing by :3

*deep breath*

THANK YOU!!!!!

[melondecarabia]

⋆˙⟡ 24h sugar pill (1/3)

leo kurosagi x fem reader 

fluff, crack, mildly angsty scene 

mdni! 

authors note: leo my princess with a disorder.

tw: leo, suggestive scenes, leo's one sided beef with jiro, hater behavior 

summary: leo gets smacked in the face with some love potion in powdered form, and it's your job to take care of him. unfortunately? you can decide that. 

36h observation period (part 2)

4h trial run (part 3)

"Ugh. Can't believe I have to deal with you… They know damn well I can do this myself…" He keeps complaining and complaining, and you are just about to smoke this bitch like a barbeque. Leo is well aware that this mission is safer to accomplish with two people, despite the low danger level. Why? 

Well, the currently empty (despite it being midday) mall Darkwick has sent you two to investigate, is supposed to house an anomaly. What does it do, exactly? Well, four people have changed behavior in the blink of an eye while in the building. A salary man clinging to a coworker, an old lady flirting with a sales clerk, a young woman smothering her boyfriend with a hug, and a man in his 30s begging a woman for a peg- (redacted). These individuals acted in a manner described as 'puppy love' to 'unhinged simping' for the timespan of 15 minutes to 24 hours. All four have no recollection of this happening, and acted embarrassed when told of it. So, if one of you were to be inflicted with these symptoms, the other could escort them back to Darkwick after marking the location of the anomaly. 

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"Man," That smug grin keeps coming back, "Can't wait for you to get got and cling to me for a whole day. Wouldn't be that different from usual though!" "You're the one who keeps breaking into my dorm." He has the audacity to scoff, "Got proof, honor roll?" Leo keeps looking at you like old gum. Bitch. "Set up a test the other day. I bought those extra mega spicy chips, and put them in my snack drawer. I certainly don't eat them because I value my life, and everyone who visits with my knowledge and permission don't want to breathe fire for a week. Also, only one person I know is insane enough to even get near them. Does that ring a bell?" You raise an eyebrow and side eye him back. He doesn't even bother to answer, and steps further to the side. Is that Pinterest on his phone? It's a pretty recognizable logo. 

He notices you looking, and quickly shuts the screen with a sharp glare. "Invasion of privacy. Never heard of it being illegal?" "That's rich-" He raises a single, soft finger to your lips. "Do you hear that?" Only the buzzing of electricity- oh? A soft, harp-like melody? Your eyes meet bright yellow. Despite being insufferable, at least he knows when to take things seriously. Even if it's not very often… 

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Sneaking through the short hallway between shops, the sound is louder near the entrance to the bathrooms. It stopped, right as he stepped to the area where men's and women's sections are in the opposite directions. He turns to look at you still in the hallway. Leo looks up at the ceiling- POOF! A powder, the color of cherry blossoms, covers his head for a moment before dissipating into nothingness, sending him into a coughing fit. "Leo!" You grab his collar and yank him back to the hallway like a ragdoll. 

"Leo! You good?!" You put your hand up. "How many fingers am I holding up?" He coughs a bit more, before staring at you through (unfairly) long lashes. "Teehee…" Why the fuck is he giggling? "All five!" Oh good, he's not that out of it- that thought is cut off as he laces his fingers with yours. "Huh?" Ohhhhh no no no. His fair face is flushed pink, and the yellow of his eyes is barely visible with the blown out pupils. "Ho-nor roooolll… so pretty ♡…" How did he say that outloud- whatever. The time is 12:24 PM as you send the location to Jiro, and a warning about surprise attacks, with some difficulty as Leo has grabbed your dominant hand and is currently rubbing his face on it like a cat. "Come ooonnnnnn…" You look at his glossy pout. "Pay attention to meeeeee…..!" Oh. You're not sure if this is preferable to the usual sassiness. The phone in your hand is quickly snatched away, and thankfully, you managed to turn it off just before. Giving Leo unlimited access to it would mean spiritual death. "Hmph. Who were you talking to?" Leo really is like a cat, with narrowed eyes and a look of deep offense. "Jiro. I told him about the anomaly." Telling that piece of information seemed to be the wrong move, as now he's even more offended. "Why are you talking to hiiimmm???? Am I not enough?" Oh god. Is he about to cry? 

Okay. He's definitely very much out of it, and not faking it. "It's not like that. I needed to-" Skull, meet floor! You're tackled in a hug as his arms snake around your neck. "You don't need him! Just me!" Now throwing a tantrum, complete with whining, Leo cries. You awkwardly pat his back, but need to get him off before choking to death. "Yes, yes. I know. You know you're my boyfriend, right? Let's go back to Darkwick now." After a staredown, he deems your answer to be satisfying enough. "Okay…" He finally gets off your chest, but when you finally manage to stand up, he clings to your arm with the same strength as before. "I wanna cuddle tonight, okay? You better make this up to me." Hopefully, this'll end soon. It's freaky, and not in a good way. 

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How are you going to manage this? Leo is currently hanging off your arm as practically dead weight, and the elevators are not operating. Shit… the only option left is the stairs currently in front of you, as the door to the Galaxy Express is located on the first floor. Sigh. "Leo?" He lifts his head up ever so slightly from where he was burying his nose in your neck, and makes a sound of acknowledgement. "Can you… stop clinging to me for a while so we can go downstairs without risking death?" The sugary sweet voice you're currently sporting brings a flavor of bitter acid in your throat. Ugh. He seems to contemplate for a bit, before his eyes glaze over and seem to glitter. "So pretty…" And now he's right in your face. Less than ideal! With every breath of his, you can smell an artificial fruit flavor. "Okay. Thanks. Uhhhh- fuck it." So, you direct his arm to rest on your shoulder, and bring your own to his (very small? why and how?) waist, and the other to support the underside of his knees. "Oh honor roll∼ You need to do this everyday!" He certainly doesn't seem to mind the position, which is great, as you don't want him to wriggle like a fish on land while trying to descend the stairs. What's not great, is that now he's sniffing your hair like it's cocaine and giggling like a drunk girl. Be strong, (y/n), you've dealt with worse. Probably. Maybe. 

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By some miracle, the Herculean feat is over. Thankfully, the man is quite light in weight, and his only movement was snuggling closer to your neck. You try to lower him back to the ground. "No!" "Ow! Leo- please, let me breathe-" As soon as you stand back up, he lets you do just that. You can practically see the airplane ears he would have as a cat. " (Y/n). Youare going to carry your adorable boyfriend back to Darkwick, right?" It's not a question. Another sigh. "Yes, honey." And he immediately cheers up! "Yay!" That giggle is as unsettling as it is cute. 

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Ugh- You finally get to sit down on the Galaxy Express, with, of course, some added weight. No one else is in here, you notice. Count your blessings! No witnesses present for this situation. He's still clinging to you though… the stars outside, along with the lamplight in the car, bring an ethereal sort of glow to his smooth face. Leo's really great-looking, even if you're usually distracted by his thorny words and catty attitude. Hehe, catty… huh. You settle a hand on his silky hair, and he's not biting it off. In fact, he melts even further into your lap, and slightly wiggles for a more comfortable position. "(Y/n)?" He's looking at you with uncharacteristically soft eyes. "Hm?" He nervously swallows. "I really, really like you." The sentence could barely be heard over the rattling of the train moving along. It's a welcome change for him to be friendly, but it's honestly preferable that he be mean like usual. Even if Leo doesn't particularly like you, at least you know he means it, and this… artificial softness, just feels worse than a real insult. To keep him satisfied, you hug him back, and offer a noncommittal sound of agreement. 

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After three minutes, he whips out his phone, and opens up Pinterest. "It's us." A photo of two cats, cuddling each other while sleeping, is on the screen he shows to you. "Yep." The clock on his screen says it's 12:51 PM now. Should be about 7 minutes left to reach Darkwick. "Us." Another cat photo, this time with their tails making a heart. His feed is is filled with street fashion and… wedding inspo? If he's planning a fake wedding for his content with you, it'll be his last day on earth. Another cat photo. "Us!" A very deep sigh. 

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Finally! You breathe in the fresh air of the campus, with Leo holding on to your hand. His shampoo, though a pleasant scent, is still quite intense when his head is practically covering your nose. While breathing in to gather your thoughts, he leans against your shoulder. Ding! It's your phone, and the message from Jiro reads: "The effects of the anomaly aren't lethal, or dangerous. Kurosagi can go to his dorm to sleep it off. We'll analyze the anomaly to see how long he'll be under influence. I'll get back to you with the results." Ah, your appreciation grows for him. A person who takes his job seriously? In Darkwick? Without complaining? "(Yyyyyyy/nnnnnnnn)!" A whine of your name grabs your attention. "Yeah?" Oh, he doesn't seem very happy. "Are you talking to other men? Are you talking to that guy from Mortkranken?" 

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Leo grits his teeth. He's your boyfriend! That emo scarecrow smells like hand sanitizer anyway and speaks like a robot, so what's pleasant about speaking to the guy? The taste of jealousy burns in the back of his throat, but softens with another hug given to you. Not completely gone, though. "Are you cheating?" It's a heavy question, even heavier on his heart. "No, Leo. I'm not. He just told me you'll be fine after, you know," A wave of your hand towards his face, "Getting hit in the face by some suspicious powder." Hmph. That better be it. He sighs with a pout. Only one thing could cheer him up now… "Kiss me." So shocked… It's cute. He's already brightening up at the sight. "Well- no, I can't." A smoldering feeling, now raging from the pit of his stomach all the way up to his molars. "Why?" He's searching for a reason in your… sad face? Why are you sad around Leo? Would you be happy with that Mortkranken dude? It stings his eyes. It should, needs to, has to be the other way! "Why can't you? Do you not like me anymore? Is that it? Who? Is it that guy? Is it-" The wave of questions is stopped by two hands cupping his cheeks. You might not have a stigma, but you have a power to calm him down. "Leo." Have your lips always been that eyecatching? He thinks so. "You're not thinking straight, and it's because of that anomaly. Go back to Vagastrom, and sleep it off. You'll feel better right after." So soft-looking… Wait, back to where? 

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"No." His brows are furrowed, and the pout is back. "What do you mean no?" Oh. There's tears forming in the corners of his eyes. "(Yyyyyy/nnnnnnn)! What if I slip and die on the way? You want your boyfriend to die? So meeeeaaaannnnnn!" Dammit! He's whining so loud, Lyca can hear it from Obscuary! Your shoulders are held in a deathgrip, as his face nears yours. "Pleaaaasseeeeeee? You said we would cuddle tonight! You can't break your promise!" He's pressing against your body, trying to get even closer. You have to avert your face to avoid meeting his lips. "I didn't say- whatever! Just back up!" He does back up, with a satisfied grin. "Great! Let's go!" And you're given another demonstration of ghoul strength, as he drags you to the cathedral. 

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The section of the building made into an apartment is run down, but clearly in better condition than even a month earlier. It's not very aesthetically pleasing, but then again, you're barely given time to work on that. "Babe?" You seem to think for a while before realizing he's referring to you. "What?" Again, those stupid reports… Hmph. There's something much more interesting right next to you! "What kind of color scheme should we go for?" The sound of pen scratching on paper stops. "Huh?" That adorable confused look again. "For our home. I'm thinking this one," A light neutral, with a tint of warmth is on his screen, "and then we could have a couch with changeable covers. It's a neutral, so we don't need to paint the walls to change the look of the living room." He saves the color to a board named 'living room ideas'. Your eyes are so pretty. Even prettier when you smile, and the taste of acid is back. You laugh a lot more when around that himbo, or carrot-top, or tweedlebitch and tweedledumbass, or- before that thought rolls any further, the sound of a grumbling stomach is heard. "Ah." You avert your face away. Leo doesn't like that. It's 2:03 PM now. Right, you're probably hungry! Time to show you he's better than those losers. "Don't worry! I'll cook!" It's easy right? He can manage to not set things on fire when he wants to! 

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Leo? Kitchen? Food? Panic! Every dish he's made (for himself, obviously) so far has been a shade of red that looks like hellfire. Fuck. No. "Don't worry, I-" He stops you with a hand a bit too close to your chest. "No no, sit back down. You last ate breakfast, right?" There's nothing in your kitchen that could help him achieve that level of spice, but you can't risk it! "Leo? We could cook together, right?" The puppy eyes are a success! He beams, and claps his hands in excitement. "Okay! What do you have in here?" He's bending over to look into the fridge. "Aha! Curry sounds good, right?" He looks back to you over his shoulder, with a packet of protein in his hand. 

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"Yeah, sure. I'll help!" Hmph. No reaction? None whatsoever? You're just gonna wash your hands and take a chopping board? Fine. He knows he has a great ass, and you will too. Sigh. He'll get started on the rice, since- oh that's cute. A pink rice cooker? He'll have to find another for your future apartment though, since it's a bit small and cheap-looking. How big would it need to be? Wait, do you want kids? Leo's not that enthused to share your attention, but he's willing to negotiate. Especially for mini-versions of you two? You couldn't leave then either… Yeah. A bigger rice cooker. Maybe even a matching toaster? 

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Chop, chop, chop. The carrot is cut into near even pieces under the slightly dull knife. "Leo? Could you hand me the potatoes?" You've been conditioned to get nervous when he's quiet for too long by now. The last time he was left unattended, well, you got banned from 7 WackDonald's locations in one evening. 

The sack of potatoes gets set next to the chopping board. "Tha-" Two arms snake around your ribcage, and a warm body leans all it's weight on your back. "(Y/n)." You set down the knife, just in case he asks some out of pocket question and you give yourself a suprise amputation. "Yeah? What is it?" A shiver runs down your spine, as his hands start to caress circles right under your bra. "I wanna be your househusband." That question would've cost you a finger! Damn, you're smart. "Uh-huh. Sure about that? You'd have all sorts of errands, and a lot of housework." Right under your breasts now. A contemplative sound leaves him. "Yeah. I'm sure. I'll cook, and clean, and do the laundry, and… take care of your," He presses even closer to whisper in your ear, "needs." Something is poking your ass right now, and it's not a phone in his pocket. "Right! Nice, nice. Can you chop the potatoes? I gotta," Work right the fuck now brain, "Get the laundry! I'll go do that!" You're gonna eat kale or something tomorrow, just to reward your brain. Good job! 

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…ugh. Fine. He takes the knife, and gets to aggressively chopping the innocent spuds. You're a bit shy. He can work with that. Chop. Maybe some lingerie will do the trick. 

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Okay. There's not enough laundry to start the machine yet… You should've procastrinated for once. It's for the better though, as you come back to the kitchen just in time to witness Leo holding up an unfamiliar spice bottle. "Wait!" Just in time! You stop his hand from opening the omen of pain. "What's this?" He raises an eyebrow to that, "Oh, just something for a bit more kick." "I can't handle that, I think." It's still unopened, but there's already a slight burning in your eyes. "Could you, maybe, add it afterwards to your own bowl?" He looks a bit disappointed, but stashes it back into his coat pocket. You'll have to remember that. "Fiiiine. Only because you asked." He settles for a hug, and his cheek is smushed against your boob. You remember the events from 7 minutes ago, and take an awkward stance to keep your hips separated from his own. 

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The curry looks pretty good, in your humble and correct opinion. "Here. Oooopen up!" He holds a spoon to your lips, with a loving smile. There's a generous blush present on his face as you take it into your mouth. Tastes good, too, and even better with no worry of it being poisoned with whatever that bottle held inside. You nod in appreciation. "Yep. It's delicious. Thanks, Leo." Not a very common sentence in your life so far, but today's been weird anyway. "Hehe. Of course it is. I made it with love!" He's a bit more like himself, with a smug smile and tone, even if softened by the anomaly's effects. It's a better look than earlier. 

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By the time you two finish eating, it's 3:48 PM. An idea pops up in his head. "(Y/n)? You have a bathtub, right?" You already squint in suspicion. "Uh, yeah. You can go take a bath, if you want. The towels are-" Take a hint! " Yeah, but… I feel a bit loopy…" He conjures the best kicked, wet orphan puppy in the rain look he's got, "Can you pleeease join me? I'm cold, but I don't wanna slip and hit my head…" It's not working. Fuck! 

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Okay, so, you may not have joined him, but it's not a fruitless endeavor! Leo rubs his hands together like a mischievous housefly, and sets his sights on your soaps. He'll get to smell like you at least one way! And you gave him your clothes! He'll have to get his hands on your hoodie, that one you wear often? With the pattern? Wearing that outside will send a message to those loser cucks that you're taken. 

Leo really wishes that you would've joined… he sighs in relief when the tight briefs come off. Before he drops them along with the other used clothes into the open washing machine, he spots something. And oh, it's something alright. 'Black lace? Oh, you shouldn't have… naughty (y/n)!' A drunk grin splits his face. 

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You turn the TV volume up even louder. Don't think about it. Just don't. He's just doing yoga and stretching really well. In the bath. That's why he's making that noise. 

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By the time he's done, you're wearing headphones with the TV on full volume. You jump when he suddenly appears next to you, and starts clinging onto your arm again. He seems a bit tired, for some reason, which you absolutely don't know. "(Y/n)." It's 5:02 PM, your phone indicates, before it's set down along with the headphones. "What?" You're currently half covered by him, as his leg swings over to settle on your lap. The remote gets snatched, and the volume is turned down to near silent. 

"I love you." Your heartbeats get stuck in your throat, before a third knocks the two away and saves you from choking. Siiigh. There's still a distant, affectionate look, complete with blown out pupils. Not as intense as before, but still too sweet in contrast to usual bitterness. You give him a placating nod and hum, but it's not enough anymore. You're pushed to lay down, and get straddled by him. "What will it take for you to say it back?" A sigh, all the way from your soul. "Leo. The anomaly made you confused, and you're not being yourself. When you snap out of this, you'll spit in my face again. So, please, get off." He doesn't. He just stares back with that warning tape look, like he's trying to catch you lying. The hands that cage you down grip the cushions below with force. "What if I apologize?" The murmur barely makes it off his pierced tongue. "That would be a start. But, I want you to apologize because you mean it. Not because you want to be with me, or want something in return." He shuts his eyes, and the deadeyed look is gone when they're opened again. "Okay," He settles down, between your arm and torso. "I'll apologize when you know I'm not drugged, then." Your shirt is clutched by a soft hand. The two of you lay there, with the quiet sound of some nature documentary playing. 

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It's 8:57 PM, and you're beat. Leo is back to his temporarily sweet and happy behavior already, and has started to hang off of you again. It was quite taxing to get him to back off just long enough to shower by yourself. "You already took a bath!" "But I'm cold agaaaain!" "Just wear this hoodie, or something!" That bought you enough time to get ready for sleep. The final task on the list? Survive sleeping next to Leo. He's already snug as a bug in a rug, right in your bed, holding your black cat plushie that you won yourself. Sacriledge! "(Y/n)! Come here!" He lifts the sheets next to him, patting the mattress below. The sweatpants you gave him are hanging dangerously low on his hips, and the oversized tee has been tied to reveal his stomach. Siiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhh. As much as you don't want to sleep next to him with the fresh memories of very questionable behavior in mind, your plushie offspring has been taken hostage, and you can't leave her behind. 

So, you settle down on the mattress, and are immediately covered by not only the duvet, but by the man himself. "Ugh… heavy." Not even that heavy, but it's a bit uncomfortable. Opening your eyes reveals a petty pout. "Hmph. You can't call your husband heavy, (y/n). You signed up for this." He adjusts position, so that his head is resting on your right boob, and his leg is laying over your hip. "Husband? Since when?" Leo shoots an offended look back. "Soon. But might as well start already, so we'll get used to it. You will be my wife." And the familiar smug look is back, slightly softened in affection to accompany the confident statement. You could picture him using the expression regularly, but… It'll probably be used for someone else. It feels uncomfortable, hollow, so you turn your attention down to his phone. "Say cheese!" And you smile anyway, so that even if you see these photos again, you won't remember this feeling as strongly. He takes a lot of them, in different positions, like with both your faces smushed cheek to cheek, or looking into each others eyes. 

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A photo of two cats dressed as bride and groom. "It's us." You're already falling asleep? It's only 9:57 PM… Why aren't there more hours in a day? "Mhm." You've already closed your eyes, and are breathing steadily. The day should be as long as Leo wants it to be. He needs more time to speak, cuddle, cook, and just exist alongside you. At least there's tomorrow, and this can repeat again. He'll definitely bathe with you tomorrow. "(Y/n)? Can I get a goodnight's kiss?" You barely stir. "Mhh. 'Kay." His breath hitches at the hand on his cheek. A minty kiss lands on the other, even if only briefly. It's not what he was thinking of, but maybe it's better like this. He gives you one in return, eyes fluttering shut before contact. The first kiss needs to be special. As much as he dislikes Hotarubi's residents, the dorm's atmosphere would be perfect. 

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"Nooooooo…… not yeeeeeeeeettttt…….." "Leo, I need to get ready. So do you!" You're currently being bound by the mentioned person's arms and legs, while trying to get up from bed. "It's 8:30 AM already. Let go!" Damn ghoul strength! You're pretty strong, but even a mischievous goblin like Leo has some considerable strength hidden by an unassuming appearance. "Just a few more minutes! You fell asleep so fast last night, I didn't get enough cuddles!" Sigh! "Fine. 10 minutes, no more. Understand?" A satisfied giggle is the answer, as he snuggles back to your side. Not that long until the effects should disappear… Jiro didn't send back a message yet. Leo's tracing your jawline with a soft touch for now. 

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"Huh. These are really good." A clatter of silverware, as the pancake gets cut by a knife. "Of course. Anything for my (y/n). " You trusted Leo to make breakfast while doing your morning routine, as it shouldn't involve any spices. And now you're thankful that you did, as they're extremely delicious! Soft inside, with a rich, buttery flavor, and a perfect dollop of whipped cream on top. "I'll make these everyday when we're married, so you better hurry up if you want more." As he stuffs a piece into his mouth. Still wearing your clothes, too, with the hoodie you gave him last night. Knock knock. "I'll get it." Who would be here right now? Kaito and Luca should be training (much to the blond's deep dismay), and everyone else usually has errands to complete in the morning before asking you to hang out. "Oh, Jiro! Good morning." He has that usual neutral face on, as always. You move aside to let him enter. 

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Oh hell the fuck no. This oversized homewrecker… showing up at breakfast? Bitch. If looks could kill, Jiro would be, well, probably not actually dead due to Yuri's hard work. But Leo hopes he would be! Hmph. He hasn't even doxxed anyone in three days! He deserves a reward! 

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"I'm here for the results about yesterday's anomaly and it's effects on Kurosagi." He's looking you dead in the eye. "The seedpod that was missing from it's body was of small to medium size. Kurosagi was hit in the forehead, correct?" Remembering yesterday's events, you nod. Leo is glaring at Jiro, who either doesn't notice, or probably just doesn't care. "Accounting the seedpod's size, and the potency of the pollen, and the location that it hit… the effects should've worn off after 23 minutes." A deafening silence. Some clothes shuffling around breaks it. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. They managed to capture the anomaly alive, too. Thank you for finding it. Goodbye." Even though Jiro was very close to the door, Leo was the first to exit. The tall man stops to look at you. "Are you aware if Kurosagi has recently used narcotic substances?" 

[sweeterthancandy]

nsfw alphabet < sam winchester 3

a = aftercare (what they're like after sex) : sam is insanely gentle with you, picking you up with ease as he brings you to the the dingy motel bathroom, carefully setting you on the counter as he cleans you up, he helps you get dressed (youd feel like his little doll the way hes dressing you teehee!!) he would also love to brush your hair and take your makeup off if you hadnt already

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) : his favourite body part of his own would 100% be his hands. his huge hands he uses to caress your curves, his long fingers he puts in your mouth when you just need something to suck on, the hands that always get the job done. his favourite body part of yours would either be your lips or your back!! he thinks your lips mustve been a gift from god, the feeling of your lips kissing his lips, his neck, all the way down his abs, its heaven. your back is just so smooth am feminine, something about it just so perfect the soft curves he can see as he slides his hands down, makes him feel woozy.

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically... i'm a disgusting person): he does not care where he does it, i mean hed cum anywhere as long as you told him told, but if he had to choose hed want it to be inside, he likes to feel like youre melting into one when hes finishing, very poetic.

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) : you guys 100% have a sex tape i just know it. hed have his stupid little cam corder sitting on the bed when all of a sudden hes pointing it at you. youre practically drooling as you ride him into the bed, and the camera is tracing your whole body showing off your plush hips grinding against his, your tits bouncing at each move, then of course to your fucked out face. "cmon baby, show everyone whos the best girl-fuck" he says almost incoherently as he traces up your torso with his big rough hands. "delete that sam" you giggle to him when he puts the camera away, but we both know hes not getting rid of that.. right?

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) : i think hed have minimal experience but definitely not none, maybe 2-3 girls before you, never anything serious just enough to show him the ropes.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual) : cowgirl cowgirl cowgirlillill, god would he love to have to just using him all by yourself!!! just the visual of you on top of him, bouncing like a bunny on him, looking down at him with starry eyes, well that would be enough to make him cum on the spot. (especially cause youre so much smaller than him)

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) : i dont think he would joke around much during sex, maybe a slight joke about how gone yall are but other than that he doesnt see the point in joking around with such a special moment.

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) : def has a happy trail leading to his bush, always trimmed though never crazy, matches his pretty hair colour!!

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect..) : hes a romantic for sure, he will genuinely make you feel like a goddess the way he would worship your body. would be constantly telling you what you do to him and how beautiful you are he woukd make you feel so soecial even if its the hundredth time.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon) : when hes off on a hunt without you its like routine, hed have his hand wrapped around himself, eyes closed just picturing how good youd feel on him at that moment. hed bring his nerdy little laptop with him to the bathroom putting his headphones in and go to his folder from the tape yall made... he just misses you so much he has to hear your pretty noises, is that so wrong?

k= kink (one or more of their kinks) : his size kink is so obvious, his huge hands resting on your stomach when hes eating you out make him almost cum right there at how much area the cover. the fact that when you ride him you gotta essentially climb onto his large body makes him go insaneee. he also has a crazy praise kink which goes both ways hed always be telling you how good you are and how "youre the best hes ever gonna have" but when you praise him its a whole new story. "sammy baby mmmso big youre doing so good-shi-dont stop" the words that leave your mouth make him cum on the spot, he just needs to know how good hes doing for you, he needs to be the best.

I = location (favorite places to do the do) : all the classic places, the motel bed, the shower, the car. but sometimes he branches out, fucking you over the bathroom sink thats a favourite of his, just everything about it feels almost domestic which he likes to imagine.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) : when you play innocent, you could be doing the dirtiest thing but look sooo innocent and that turns him on, his sweet girl could never do anything wrong.

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) : anything to do with hurting his baby, he really doesnt like to even think about hurting you (slapping, choking) in an intense way, hed rest his hand lightly on your neck, never squeeze. hed give your ass a few slaps, never spanks.

0 = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) : hes a giver ok hes the biggest munch on earth. bad day? eating you out. good day? eating you out. hed find any excuse to get in between your legs, he gets so drunk off your pussy, the taste is addicting to him. hed beg to eat you out its one of his favourite pass times. as for you giving him head hed love that too, hed think its sweet that youd do that for him hed be very gentle with you and let you go at your own pace. hed be scrunching all your hair up and brushing it out of your face trying to make you as comfortable as possible!! ps: dont look up at him in the eyes unless you want to kill him

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) : totally matters on the mood hes in, if hes feeling lovey dovey hed go so slow just worshipping you as he goes taking hus time to feel every portion of your body. meanwhile, hes having a rough day, stressed out, hes just trying to get off as fast as he can it wouldnt be rough just rushed almost but then again thats only the first round

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) : hed be ok with them def not his favourite, he wants to take his time with you, or more he wants you taking time on him teehee, he thinks good sex takes time!!

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) : i dont think hed like to be risky, hes too nerdy honestly, the calculations would be going off in his head as you pull him towards you. hed be totally up to experiment stuff with you but risks hes not too sure about..

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) : he could go forever i think, if he can fight demons and monsters for a living, he can handle making you cum as many times as you need. hed definitely let you take over if he was getting tired, letting you fuck yourself on him, how could he say no to his baby?

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) : i dont think he uses any toys at all really, he just wants some good ol classic american sex (he wants you to boss him around)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease) : hes not a tease at all he cant, he just needs everything right away… however he loves being teased, like waiting to get something turns him on, losing control is a major turn on for him!!!

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make) : hes definitely a whiner, youre teasing him? hes whining so softly, but if he was fucking you fast.. oh hes moaning and groaning like soooo loud he wants you to hear how good youre making him feel.

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) : hed loveeee mirror sex, hed be giving backshots and holding your chin up to see all your reactions, “holy fuck youre so perfect-just for me yeah? thats my fucking girl” hed mutter under his breath mindlessly as his hands roam all over your hips and your ass just squeezing trying to make it feel real.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) : not gonna say hes huge but i mean… hes huge. probably around 8-9 inches highkey…

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?) : fairly normal amount hed definitely have a sex drive but i dont think its above average, butttttttt anytime you ask hes saying yes, as soon as he knows you want it he does too. “baby please i need you to fuck me..” you whined at him a sweet frown on your lips, how could he not say yes?

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) : i dont really think sam would get tired after sex, hed probably either cuddle with you, or just start doing something he needs to do like research or shower!!

[yzashaven]

somonophilia with Kabuki and he keeps saying sorry even tho reader is still asleep 🙏🙏🙏

꒰ —♡ fem!reader︰somnophilia.non/dubcon ✰ fingering ✰ creampie ✰ not proofread at all... ✰ reader wakes up at some point in this ✰ tiny bit of grinding at the start ꒱

୨୧. teehee buki fic <3 also first post in like a week?? bro if kabuki is sorry i am too </3

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"f-fuck—aahh..." desperately grinding himself on you from behind, kabukimono looks over to your sleeping figure, "she looks so peaceful." he thought to himself. his soft fingers make their way to the hem of your nightgown as his gaze was fixated on your face and the way your chest rose up and down with each breath you took. "s-she wouldn't mind... right...?" the feeling of guilt was engulfing him but he couldn't stop the burning desire within his veins.

"i'm so sorry..." he whispered to the air as he carefully pulled the hem of the gown up to your stomach, revealing everything underneath for him to see. with eyes gleaming with desire, he begins to graze his hand along your skin, fingertips slipping past the lace of your panties to teasingly feel at the soft flesh underneath.

kabukimono carefully wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer and have you on your stomach with a few pillows to rest your head on. as he sees you squirming around a bit, his entire body comes to a halt—sighing in relief as you fall back into a peaceful slumber. he slowly pulls your panties down and off your ankles, setting the fabric aside and focusing on the way your folds glistened in the moonlight.

he couldn't help but to tease your hole for a bit, sliding a finger inside, gasping in awe at how it practically got sucked in immediately. "this is so wrong..." he thought, "i'm sorry, my love—" he whispers, putting in another finger as he slowly began to move them in and out of your pussy, careful not to wake you.

it didn't take long before he indulged in his own desires, gasping at the way your walls fit him perfectly the moment his fingers were slowly being replaced by his cock. "s-sorry... fuck—mmh~" his palm presses on your lower back to keep you down on the bed as he gently thrusts in and out of your wet pussy, "s-so good~ ah..." gentle moans slip past his agape lips with each deep thrust he did, "shit—mmh... i'm so sorry, l-love..." he leans down, snaking his hand around your waist once again to hold you in place as he leans down, taking in your scent as he placed a few gentle pecks on your exposed neck.

it didn't take long before he felt his orgasm approaching, thrusting at a slightly faster pace but remaining careful as to not wake you up. the soft whimpers from his lips echoing through the dimly lit room as he let out a sob upon succumbing to the heights of pleasure. his body shaking slightly as he cums inside you, making sure not a single drop went to waste.

after a few seconds of catching his breath, he sees your eyes slowly opening up, "...!" and that was when he realized his mistake.

"i... i'm sorry, darling—"

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Hellooo. Could I have scenarios of soft Adam? Anything is fine, just possible moments where he’s being soft for reader? Maybe it’s late at night or something? Or maybe it’s early in the morning and he doesn’t wanna get up? Just some prompts just so I’m not being too vague

Thank you!

I DID NOT FORGET MY ADAM PEOPLE- getting other fandom works in there teehee these are so cute tysm for ur request!! apologies if its short 💞💞 also tan/brown adam ftw!!!!! 💯💯💯

Fade into you | Adam x GN! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: None!

It was a common thing to have lazy mornings with your husband. Especially if he had to do something later in the day, he would spend most of his morning cuddling up next to you while you attempt to push him off. Not that it ever worked, and he always showed up late to his events anyway. 

“What’s five more minutes? Not like they will miss me.”

“Baby, they are hosting your party.”

“Ahh who needs that when I have you?” Was what he always said before sinking further into your chest. 

It seemed that today was no different. You awoke to a weight on your chest and hands under your shirt. Already knowing who it is, you place a hand on your husband's hair and comb through it with your fingers. He hums, giving your sides a squeeze for a moment. You tug on it slightly, making him groan and you laugh a little. 

“Is there anything on the agenda today?” You ask him, just as you do every morning. He says nothing, just humming as his hands move under you to your back. You giggle at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your soft spots, hoping Adam doesn’t take advantage of his weight on you. To your relief, he doesn’t, just fully holding you. He shifts a bit, getting comfortable between your legs before once again resting fully on you. You tug at his hair once again, a way of asking him to answer.

“No.” He gruffs, putting his face further into your neck.

“No? Are you sure? If I call Lute, she would tell me the same thing?” He smacks his teeth and bites back.

“There is no need to call danger tits. There is nothing happening today.” You pull your hands up in mock defeat.

“Sorry. You normally lie about these things.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Honey, you literally missed a meeting with Sera and Emily once because you would rather be in bed than do anything else.” You coo, combing his hair again. You feel him take a deep breath as he removes his head from your neck, now looking at you. 

“Try being dead for all of humanity.” You roll your eyes and boop at his nose. 

“While I may not have been dead for as long as you and Eve have old man, I am still pretty old compared to the newer saints.”

“Winners.” 

“No. That is a dumb name. I will never be called or call the others winners.” You argue. 

“No? Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You affirm, before feeling Adam attack your sides, tickling you. You shriek in shock before devolving into laughter. You try to escape, however it proves futile as Adam is on top of you. 

“What are we called?” He asked, still tickling you. Through your peals of laughter, you shout out,

“SAINTS!” Adam mimics an incorrect buzzer sound as he starts to now get at your tickle spots faster. With the feeling of tears gathering in your eyes, your cheeks and tummy hurting, you can’t help but give in to his stupid demands. “F-Fine! We are c-called winners- STOP AH-”

He stops at your hasty white flag, a smug smirk on his face. Catching your breath, you look at your husband. His brown hair was a mess, just as it always was. His tan skin looked wonderful in the heaven light that peaked through your window. It seemed that he was also admiring you, as his smirk began to soften into a small smile, a look of utter fondness and love in his eyes. You wonder if you had a similar look on your face. Rather than ponder it any longer, you pull Adam down by his shirt for a kiss. He lets out a gasp at the suddenness of your grab before sinking into the kiss. Your hands fly to his face as his hands go down to your sides, lightly passing the tickle spots he has abused previously. You giggle a little into the kiss, before pushing his face away.

“I seriously hope you had nothing important today. You don’t have a choice now but to stay with me.”

“Babe, I would stay with you for eternity.” He says, his voice soft, the voice he reserved for you and you alone. You smile and pull him into another kiss.

loll i was going to joke that this was the one year Adam forgot the extermination.