#all of them need good loving and snuggles

[harrysxcarolina]

bittersuite

b eilish

warnings: wlw, soft!billie, flirty!billie, teasing, smut, fluff, angst, friendstolovers, brothersbestfriend x reader, cussing, cliffhanger, also she a thick lil thing so enjoy!!!

wc: 7.2k

I can't fall in love with you

You couldn’t help but stare at her out of the corner of your eye. The way that her hair fell down her back framing around her face perfectly. Her dark locks only brightening her icy blue eyes more than they already were. Her hand subconsciously reaching up and tucking some of them behind her ear. Noticing the way her head tilted back as she laughed at something her brother, your best friend said. A smile crept its way across your face as they pulled you into their conversation on what they should order for dinner. 

Shrugging your shoulders letting them know you don’t have a preference and will eat whatever as you curl yourself back up into the corner of the couch. Mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you steal glances at the pair on either side of you. Trying to keep your eyes from lingering too long. You catch the eyes of Finneas as you don’t miss the raised eyebrow at you silently asking you if you were okay. Knowing that you always try to talk them into your favorite place every time. Billie is quick to pull his attention back on her as she scrolls through the food options she's pulled up. 

She leans her body across your legs showing her brother her phone to get his opinion on the options she's pulled up. You feel your heartbeat quicken. Her body pressing down on yours as she carelessly jokes with Finneas. Your lip finds its way between your teeth as you fight back the butterflies soaring through your belly. 

***

Lounging against the back of the couch rubbing your stomach you can’t help the soft groan that leaves your lips. 

“Why did we think it was a good idea to eat all that food again?” You whine as Billie and Finneas join you in your lounging. Their laughs fill the room as you feel the sleepiness begin to creep in. Stretching as you let out a yawn slowly curling yourself onto your side in the corner of the couch. It was your favorite spot. It was in the middle of your two favorite people. It was cozy and comfortable, and you had the perfect view of the tv for all the binge sessions the three of you had. 

“We needed options.” Finneas shrugs as you fight your eyelids to stay open. You feel a certain pair of eyes on you, but the tiredness taking over you couldn’t be bothered to look up and see the piercing blue orbs staring down at you. 

“Plus, everything sounded good and neither one of you wanted to help pick so I said fuck it and ordered everything.” Billie laughs as she moves her gaze to search for a movie, not missing the way you scooted yourself deeper into the couch. Your head gently landing in her lap, unintentionally that is. Getting all comfy and cozy for your afternoon nap. A small smile works its way across her lips as she tosses a blanket at Finneas nodding down at you. Her cheeks heating up as you continue to make yourself comfortable against her thigh. Moving the baby hairs out of your face without opening your eyes. Consumed in your own little world of sleepiness. Not really sure where it was coming from, but she definitely wasn’t gonna complain about it either. 

His eyes follow her gaze as he can’t help the smirk on his face and the slight shake of his head as he gently spreads the blanket out over you. Your light snores fill the room soon after. Finneas quietly letting Billie know he has to run to the restroom. Leaving you and Billie alone for a few moments. She doesn’t waste any time before she reaches her fingertips out to gently brush the hair laying across your cheek behind your ear. Her eyes soften as she glances down at you. You were already fast asleep. Nose scrunched up as you snuggle the blanket closer against your cheek. Neatly curled up in the cushions of the couch and her thigh as your chest moves softly with each breath you take. Her lip found itself tangled between her teeth as she let her fingers linger just a moment longer. Tracing every outline of your face but not wanting to wake you with her soft tickles. 

Taking a deep breath before carefully getting herself comfortable on the couch. Prepared to not move an inch wanting to make sure you get your rest. Or maybe, just a little bit, she likes the way it felt with you cuddled up beside her. Though she wouldn’t admit that out loud to anyone. Glancing down at you she didn’t miss the swirling butterflies fluttering around in her belly as you would softly nuzzle your face against her thigh as you tuck the blanket up against your cheek. Shielding you away from the conscious world. Making sure one last time you were completely covered up before she settled on a movie and let you sleep snuggled deep into her side. 

Finneas is quick to return as he glances back and forth between the two of you. With a shrug of her shoulders, she playfully swats him away as he tries to pick on you as he walks past and flops down on the couch. Your body slightly stirs at the sudden movement. Finneas can’t help the laugh that ripples through him when he notices the dagger eyes Billie shoots him as she holds perfectly still. Carefully watching you until you slowly fall back into your nap. 

With raised eyebrows Finneas threw his sister a look. One that they both knew what he meant without needing the words spoken. Tugging at her bottom lip she refuses to look back in her brother's direction, deciding to focus on the scenes playing out in front of her on the tv and the soft nudges your head left against her thigh anytime you breathe in. focus on the movie billie. focus billie. 

She repeated the mantra over and over again, never focusing on the movie. 

I've been havin' dreams

Groaning as your body tosses and turns between the warm sheets. Sleep coating you like a weighted blanket as your mind is tricked into a different reality. One that you desperately wished could be real. 

Her hands roaming your body. Her lips leaving soft open mouth kisses down your neck as her fingertips trace shapes across your lower torso. From hip to hip. Back and forth. Never getting lower than the hem of your panties. Her lips work their way across your jaw. Softly brushing her soft swollen ones against yours. Her smirk teasing.  Moving her body closer to you as she slid her hand down your torso grasping your hip and giving you a small tug. Your bodies now completely pressed up against one another. 

“Do you want me baby?”  she mumbles against your cheek. Her mumbles trickle down your heated skin as the tip of her nose tickles yours when you tilt your head in her direction. Lips teasing as you feel her fingers continue to flirt with you. Slightly slipping underneath the hem of the black lace but just barely. 

Your breath catches as she captures your bottom lip between her teeth. Moaning into her mouth as her fingers slide lower and lower between your thighs. 

“Tell me you want me, pretty girl.” She groans in your ear as she inches her fingers closer and closer to your heated core. 

Her tongue tracing the shell of your ear. Groaning as your hips buck up into her touch. Needing more of her. 

“C’mon, I know you do,” she whispers as her fingertips finally reach their destination, but stop just shy of where you desperately wanted her. Her lips are hot against your ear. “I see the way you want me.” She whispers, her tone dropping as the words leave her lips. Grasping her back as you chase after her lips. Her smirk grows as she pulls back just before you can catch her. Moaning in frustration as you long for her skin on yours. 

Her evil chuckle echoes through the room. 

“All you gotta do is say the words mamas,” She whimpers as she crashes her lips against yours as her fingers slide between your wetness. Coating her fingers in your juices, “then I’m yours.” She moans.

Mine, mine, mine…

You’re woken from your slumber by the obnoxious knocking outside your front door. The jump scare causes the pulsing of your heart to ring in your ears as you rub the sleep from your eyes. Glancing at your phone checking the time. You overslept. Quickly throwing the blankets off your once warm body and working your way out of bed. Your cheeks heating up at the realization of what just happened. What you just dreamt about. Who you dreamt about. Your best friend's sister. Someone you most definitely should not and can’t not be having dreams about. Shaking your head trying to rid your mind of not only the images of her pressed against your skin but her soft whispers that were currently playing on a loop in your mind.

Taking quick steps to the door you offer a quick apologetic smile as you swing the door open for Finneas. A quick quirk of his eyebrow as he looks you up and down noticing you're still in your pajamas. Silently checking his watch and giving you a quick smirk and shrug of his shoulder nodding for you to go get ready. “Decide to sleep in, did ya?” He jokes as he is quick to pull you into a hug. 

“I’ll be quick. I promise!” You state as you slowly remove your arms from around him making room for him to come in, realizing his sister, the girl you just had a sex dream about, was right behind him wearing a smirk at your frazzled state. Your cheeks heat up even more as you frantically flatten out your bed head. “Good morning sleepy head. Have any good dreams?” She asks, popping the gum in her mouth as she runs her tongue across her lips. Eyes wide quickly turning on your heel making your way back to your room totally ignoring her question. Her smirk only grows as she wonders what had you so worked up. 

***

“Billie wh-what are you doing?” You asked in a hushed tone as she gently pushed you into her childhood room. Closing the door behind her leaving the background noise of the bbq her parents were having in the backyard behind you. 

“Look, I can't keep doing this.” She states as she grasps one of your hips. The tips of your toes brushing together as she tucks her hair behind her ear. Looking up at you through her laces. Confusion laced through your face as you began to question her. 

“Keep doing what? Billie what-” 

“I can’t keep pretending that there isn’t something between us. Don’t say you don’t feel it either.” She questions as she takes the last step between you two. Your breath hitches. You can smell the faint smell of her perfume as she reaches up and brushes your cheek.

“I see the way you look at me when you think no one is watching.” She whispers bashfully. 

“Billie we can’t.” You whisper as your eyes close slightly leaning into her touch.

“I see the way you want me pretty,” She mumbles as she pulls you closer by your hip. A soft gasp escapes your lips as you open your eyes meeting her gaze. Your cheeks are rosy pink as her eyes flicker between your eyes and lips. 

“I want you too.” She declares leaning up on her tiptoes just close enough for your lips to brush softly as her hand slides to cup your cheek. 

Your eyes flutter close as you moisten your lips with the tip of your tongue. It softly brushes against her swollen lips causing a soft moan to bounce off her lips. Forgetting about all the what ifs and hows it could all go wrong. You forget for a split second the aftermath of your decisions tonight. Not wanting to think anymore. Not wanting to fight the feelings that have been brewin’ for what felt like forever, just for a moment. 

Or maybe more…

Her hand gripping your cheek. “Tell me you don’t want this?” She questions against your cheek as she lays a peppered kiss to the heated skin. Moaning softly for finally being able to touch you in ways she's found herself dreaming about. Her lips lay a final peck to the corner of your mouth. Not quite taking that final leap before you gave her the okay. Not until you told her what she was wanting to hear.

“I want to be the one-” you take a deep breath pulling away from her hypnotizing lips to look at her. “I want to be the one you dream about.” You don’t miss the flash of emotion in her eyes before she's pulling you flush against her lips as your hands grip her baggy shirt hanging loosely off her torso. Moaning into each other's mouths as they tangle together passionately.

Definitely ignoring the swirling thoughts of how this could go wrong.

We can be discrete (ah)

Her lips leave her mark across your chest as your hands grip her back. Pulling her tighter against you as her teeth graze your hot skin. Back arching off the bed as she slides her hands behind you toying with the clasps of your bra. 

“Are you sure about this?” She asks as she slowly works her lips up your neck to your lips. Nodding your head as you move one hand to the base of her neck. Gently playing with the baby hairs that lay there. A small smile works its way across your face as you see her knowing look. 

She wants you to say it. Watching her teeth capture her bottom lip, your hands tangle themselves into her hair tilting her head back slightly. Her smirk only grows bigger as her teeth refuse to give up their grip on herself. Her eyebrows raise letting you know she is still waiting for your consent. 

Her expression softens briefly as you lower your gaze. “Hey, we don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” She replies as she softly cups your cheek forcing you to bring your eyes back to her. 

“I want to,” You reply as your eyes trace over the curves of her face. Her lips land on yours softly. A soft delicate kiss shared between the both of you. Filled with unspoken feelings and thoughts. Not realizing you shared the same worries. Pulling away slowly climbing on top of you straddling your hips. Licking her lips as she looks down at you. Taking you all in. Your hair fanned out across her pillow. Eyes bright with excitement. Lips swollen from the attack of your teeth. Your cheeks a rosy pink casting a glow off the soft fairy lights dangling off the wall above you. Your chest lightly heaving up and down as you stare right back. Your hand reaching up and tugging on her baggy shit. Silently begging for her to remove it. Gripping the hem and sliding it over her head it joins the half-made pile of clothes already down there. 

Grinning down at you as she slowly reaches up and ties her long hair up in a messy bun. A few pieces escape and fell into her view, but she paid them no mind, not with the sight she had laying right in front of her.

Her bottom lip finds its way between her teeth as she slowly slides her hand down her neck. Eyes locking with yours as she slowly lowers it down across her breast. Sliding her hand in the cup of her bra gently brushing over her sensitive nipple. Her head tilting back as her free hand grips your hip. You watch her in a daze. Your core throbbing at the sight of her playing with herself in front of you. Moaning as your hand reaches out for her. Needing to touch her. To feel her underneath your fingertips. To feel all her quivers and whimpers firsthand.

Gripping her hip and motioning for her to move her hips as you continue to watch her twist and pull at her own nipple. Licking your lips, rutting your hips up against her. Her ass rubbing just right over your core. She growls above you as you wrap your arm around her waist, sitting up and kissing all along her cleavage. Nipping and licking at her warm skin as you leave purple marks all across her chest. Your hand working its way up her spine unclasping her bra and freeing her breast. Moaning as they sit perfectly right in front of you. You're quick to capture her bud in your mouth and let your tongue work. Licking and flicking against her as you suction your lips around her. Her moans echo off the walls as she arches into you. Her hands gripping your head holding you against her. Her hips now rocking back and forth against you. 

Rotating deliciously against you causing your entire body to erupt in shivers. Your grip on her waist tightens as you flip her over causing her to land with a soft thud. Her loose hair panning out across her sheets as your lips make quick work on her skin. Kissing down her body making sure to explore every. single. inch. Looking up at her through your lashes as you give her a soft smile silently asking her for permission kissing the soft skin between her hips. Teetering with the idea of your lips between her thighs. Her head falls back onto the bed as her hips buck up. Moaning as she whispers out a soft, “please.” 

Smirking, you quickly unbutton her jeans and slide them down her legs. Making sure to kiss your way back up her soft thighs as you gently spread her legs. Scooching down between them as your arms wrap up under her thighs and around her hips. Her eyes never leaving yours as her chest heaves up and down. Her hands groping her breast as her fingers gently tease one of her nipples. Teeth sinking into her lip as she watches you place kisses up and down her thighs. Your eyes watching her as she toys with herself. 

Planting a soft kiss over her clothed clit before sliding the pesky material off and out of your way. Your hand quickly swatting Billies hands away from her breast as you replace it. Squeezing and pulling as your lips find their way to her dripping cunt. Groaning as you flick your tongue against her clit, your hand gripping her hip as your fingers twist and pull her nipple. 

“Fucking hell-” Billie moans as she arches her back into your touch. Her hips grinding against your tongue as you suck and lick between her folds. Moaning into her, she grips your hand that is holding her breast, and the other works its way into your hair. Pushing you further into her as her legs quiver beside your head. 

Clenching your thighs and rutting against the bed as you slide your free hand between her thighs. Slowly replacing your mouth on her clit with your fingers. Looking up at her as you spread her wetness all around. Removing the hand that was gripping her tit and slowly interlacing her fingers with yours. Her grip on your hair refusing to let up. Her chest heaves up and down as she watches you play with her. Her tongue quickly moistens her swollen lips as you tease her with your fingers. Carefully slipping the tip of your middle finger into her. Her breath catches, grip on your hand tightening as you thrust your finger fully into her core. Moaning as you twist and curl your finger deliciously against her walls. Her moans fill the room as you kiss your way up her thigh your finger never faltering as you continue your sweet torture on her bud. 

Capturing her between your lips as you hit her sweet spot over and over. Your fingers getting to spots she didn’t even know would feel like this. Taking over all her senses. Sucking her sensitive clit between your lips toying with it with the tip of your tongue. 

“Shit mamas,” Billie groans loudly as her hips shamelessly try to grind themselves against you. Needing more. More of you. More of this feeling that is taking over her like a wildfire. Consuming not only her body but mind. Needing all of you in every single way imaginable. 

Your smirk grows, not missing the pet name she threw out there, as you continue your work. Licking, sucking, and teasing her aching clit as your finger slows its pace between her folds. Her whines only get louder with your finger barely moving against her, your tongue works over time. Drinking up everything she has to offer you. “Fuck, please- please don’t stop.” She moans, her back lifting off the bed begging for your touch. Pulling her further into your mouth, swiveling your tongue in figure eights, as you feel her juices drip down your chin. Pinning your interlaced hands down on the bed as she fights your hold against her.

Glancing up at her through your lashes, slowly continuing to tease her. Dragging your tongue up and down her folds over and over again. Everytime you’d get close to her aching clit you’d quickly restart the process. Eyes never leaving hers as you watch her capture her bottom lip between her teeth, her blue orbs get darker and darker the longer she watches your every move. Moaning as you feel the tight pull on your own core. Her stare heavy with all the thoughts and ways she is going to devour you later. Her fingers deep in your hair as she gently pushes you closer to her once more. So close to the blissful edge. A feeling she could get addicted too. A feeling she so desperately wanted to give to you.

 “God-please don’t stop.” She asks in a hushed tone. Her cheeks turn a rosy pink from her own words as she continues to watch your every move. Your tongue circling her clit as you slowly add a second finger. Groaning against her as she clenches around your digits. Her body arches off the bed as you thrust and curl your fingers against that sweet spongy spot over and over again until she is panting beneath you. Begging for you to let her cum. Her moans so sweet above you as you hit her g-spot just right as you watch her unfold on your tongue and fingers. Her hand now holds your head tightly in place as she rotates her hips against you.

“Fucking shit! Fuck-I’m cumming,” she groans out. Squeezing her hand as you let her work herself against your tongue. Flexing your fingers riding out her high as you don’t miss a single drop of her sweetness. Letting her go with a pop memorizing her fucked out state. A smirk works its way across your cheeks. Her lips red and swollen. Her eyes wild with lust as she gently releases her grip on your hair and hand. Bringing her hands to your cheeks and gently pulling you up her body. Your fingers leave their trace as you grip her sides. Her lips capture yours in a sweet kiss as you feel her chest heaving up and down below you. Getting lost in the feeling of her lips on yours and her hands holding your cheeks moaning as you feel her tongue trace across your bottom lip. A devilish smirk across her cheeks as you slowly grant her access.

Quick to taste herself on your lips she wasted no time in deepening the kiss working her tongue against yours. What once was a sweet kiss sure turns heated as her fingers slide their way into your hair tilting your head slightly. Slightly distracting you enough to flip the two of you over. Her now the one to tower over you. Her legs wrapped around your torso as you lay panting below her. Her forehead resting against yours. Breathing each other in as you catch your breaths.

“Who knew you were such a tease?” She mumbles against your lips, rubbing the tip of her nose against yours. It was your turn to feel the heat rise to your cheeks as her piercing blue eyes met yours. Her smirk only grows as her fingers tighten in your hair. A soft hum leaves her chest as her lips toy with yours. Gently brushing across yours but not letting them linger too long. Groaning in protest as you chase her lips only to be pulled back by her grip in your hair.

“Hm, I guess it’s my turn now pretty girl.” She mocks her hot breath hitting your face right before she captures your bottom lip between her teeth with a tug. Bucking your hips up in response as your hands search for her hips. Pulling her flush against you. Shamelessly grinding yourself up against her as her lips dance with yours. Your moans echoing off the walls as her hands explore your body. 

Her hands continue their movements down your body. Her eyes never leave yours as they get lower and lower leaving goosebumps in their trail. Her lips find your neck as she kisses your skin searching for your sweet spot. Making quick worth to capture it between her lips leaving her mark along your neck as you chant her name begging for anything she will give you. Her fingers teasing the hemline of your panties as she feels your chest heaving against hers. Her smirk only grows across your neck as she flirts with you.

“Tell me you want me.” She moans against the shell of your ear. “I need to hear you say it again.” She begs as she moves to tangle her legs with yours. Her fingertips gently sliding across your panties teasing your aching clit. Giving you a little taste of what's to come if you only were to mutter those sweet three words. I want you. Her hand gripping your hip as her fingers spread your wetness around your clit. Her breathing heavy in your ear pinning your hips down. Moaning as your back arches off the bed following her touch. 

Your body is on fire. Your heart was beating so fast you could hear it in your ears. Your bottom lip captured between your teeth. Chest heaving against hers as you feel her breast against your burning skin. 

“C’mon be my girl good and I’ll show you how I want you,” she whimpers. Her soft tone causes something to explode in you as you grip her wrist and slide it under your panties. The friction of her fingers between your wet folds hitting your clit causing the both of you to lose it in a fit of moans. Your hips grinding and rotating against her. Working her fingers and hips against your body as she captures your lips with hers. 

Her body is pressing on yours as her fingers slide their way between your folds. Feeling how wet you are just for her. Groaning as she slides two fingers into your heated core causing the both of you to pull away from the kiss but only for a moment. Thrusting and curling perfectly along your walls as your hands grasp and pull at her body. Your lips find her neck leaving open mouth kisses. Kissing and sucking along her collarbone feeling every ragged breath she takes above you. Your hands gripping her hips aiding in her motions as she hits your spongy sweet spot repeatedly. 

Her forehead meeting your shoulder as she works herself up for the second time tonight against your body. Her fingers never faltered as she thrust them harder and deeper in you. Her thumb rubbing and flicking  your clit causing you to see stars. “Fuck, right there!” You moan as your hands slide up her back holding her to you. The sweet pressure getting bigger and bigger in your core as she works you closer to your high. Her lips hot against your neck as her fingers don’t stop. She feels you clenching around her digits. Your juices dripping down her fingers and wrist causes her to go feral. Kissing her way down your body making sure to lay kisses along your breast. Glancing up at you through her lashes as her smirk grows across your tummy. Her tongue leaves her trace across your hot skin as she keeps her eyes on yours. Getting lower and lower. Her fingers still keeping up their movements as she kisses the inside of your thigh. 

With a quirk of her eyebrow she gives you one last look as she breathes you in. Her tongue swiping across her lips as her icy blue eyes bore into you. Watching as her fingers sink in and out of you over and over again. 

“Billie,” you whine as your back arches off the bed. Your hands gripping your naked breast as she glances up at you. 

“Tell me what I want to hear baby, then I’ll show you.” She states as she lays a peppered kiss on the inside of your thigh once more. Her eyes take in her affect on you. Your hair is completely done for. Your cheeks a hot red. Lips swollen and rosy as they silently beg to be kissed. Your chest heaving up and down as your fingers toy with your own nipples. Laid out on her childhood bed panting and moaning for her touch. Billie groans at the sight. Her lip between her teeth trying to fight back the smirk on her cheeks. 

Leaning down inching herself closer to where you wanted her you fight the moan working its way to your lips. Neither one of you dared to break the contact as she slowly kissed her way up your thigh. It was her turn to toy with you. Just like the way you toyed with her. Groaning as you throw your head back on her bed, her lips oh so carefully brushing against your aching pussy. Her fingers still working you slowly as she continues to twist and curl deep inside you. Causing your stomach to erupt in butterflies as she softly brushed the tip of her tongue along your folds. Needed a tiny taste herself. Groaning as her eyes roll using her free hand to grip your hip. 

“Fuck, please Billie.” You groan, reaching one of your hands down to tangle itself in her dark locks. Trying desperately for her to give you what you wanted.  “I want you so bad. Please Bils-” You moan as you thrust your hips up not able to take it anymore. Needed to feel her in ways you’ve only dreamt of. 

That was all she needed to hear before she dove right in. Capturing your bud between her teeth as she quickens the thrust of her fingers. Her tongue swirling and nipping at you over and over again. Your hips rutting against her face as your fingers hold her tight in place. Her moans vibrate throughout your body as she laps every single drop. Your body quivering and shaking underneath her as she works her tongue down between your folds and then back up. Sucking your clit as her fingers grip your hip pinning you down. She was in charge now. 

“Fucking shit- oh my god Billie!” You moan as your legs try to clench around her head. Her tongue and fingers do wonders on your body as you feel yourself climbing high and higher. You moans echoing off the walls not caring who all could hear. The tightness gets too much to bare as she refuses to give up her grip on you. 

You feel your coil about to burst as she rotates her tongue against your clit. Your juices drip down her chin as her blue orbs meet yours. Silently begging you to give her all of you. With one last flick and curl she had you cumming. Body shaking as your eyes clenched tight, grinding your hips against her as you ride out your high. Not stopping until she had you begging and pushing her head away, claiming it was too much. Your body heaves as you lay trying to catch your breath. 

Her soft lips trailing up your body as she slowly removes her fingers from between your thighs. Her smirk grows feeling your quivering body beneath hers as she kisses her way up to your lips. Her hands brushing the fallen pieces of hair that lay in your vision as she kisses both of your cheeks. Her eyes trace your face as she lays herself flush against you. Both of you laying bare as you run your fingertips up her spine. Softly tickling her skin causing a shiver to escape. A soft chuckle leaves her lips as she softly asks you to open your eyes and look at her. 

A soft blush creeps across your cheeks as you meet her stare. Her once icy blue orbs that were laced with lust are now soft as she takes you in. Eyes flicking between yours and your lips as she continues to run her fingertips along the curves of your features. 

Tracing around your eyebrows and down your nose, across your lips and down your jaw softly cupping your cheek before pressing a soft sweet kiss to your lips. She doesn’t linger long before she feels you gently push her to sit up. 

“We should, uh we should probably head back. Don’t want people to start to question anything.” You say in a hushed whisper. Your eyes casting down as you run  your fingers through your hair. Trying to flatten down any flyaways. 

Her eyes furrowed in confusion, but not fighting you as she scoots her way down the bed watching you get up and begin to dress to rejoin the bbq happening outback. 

Love so bittersweet, mm

“Why in such a rush?” Billie softly questions as she watches you search her room for the remainder of your clothes. Your heart quickens at her words. The actions between you and her replaying in your mind on repeat. Taking a deep breath you finally find your shirt underneath her bed. “I already told you why.” You state as you get on your hands and knees to reach for it. Billie still sitting on the bed above you watching your every move.

“Why does it matter if people question where we were?” She asks as she finally stands up off the bed looking down at you. Throwing your shirt on quickly before joining her you grab her shirt off the floor too. Holding it out for her she hesitantly takes it from your grip. 

“Billie-” You start. 

“No, don’t do that. Don’t shut me out. I know you have feelings for me.” She states as she slides her shirt over her head. Glancing down as she slides her jeans back up her thighs. Tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear as you try and collect the thoughts running wild through your mind. 

“It’s not that simple.” You mutter with a shake of your head. You hear her scoff. 

“How is it not? I like you. You like me. It’s simple.” She declares as she takes a step towards you. Softly gripping your arm causing you to move your gaze back to her. Worry laces your features as you stare at one another. Shaking your head as you remove her grip from your arm.

“It’s never that simple and you know it.” You say as you make your way towards the door. 

“So you’re just going to run? After everything you're just going to run away from me?” She questions as she is quick to follow you out of her childhood room. Her chest tightens. You said you wanted her. You said that you wanted this just like she did. And you did. You desperately wanted her. In every way imaginable. But there were other people you needed to think about. How it would not only affect you but them. Your thoughts were tangled up with everything that just happened along with how it will affect the one other person you cared deeply for. Your best friend. Her brother. It wasn’t fair. None of it was. You didn’t want to hurt either one of them. You couldn’t. You refused to. 

“Stop running and talk to me.” She urgently says as she finally catches up with you and stops your movements. Her grip is tight, but not tight enough to hurt you. Her eyes bore confusion and hurt as you finally turned to look at her. Her lips are still rosy and swollen. Her chest slightly heaving at the thought of you just walking away. Hair still tied up in a messy bun, but disheveled nonetheless. Her jeans hanging loosely off her hips as her baggy shirt wrinkled and bawled up against her waistline.  

“Don’t do this. Don’t-” She takes a deep breath as her free hand reaches up to brush hair out of her face. Eyes filled with worry as they flick back up to yours. “Don’t go.” She begs. Your heart breaks at her words. Your body runs cold as you reach up to brush her cheek. You don’t say anything for a moment as you both just stand there looking at each other. Her eyes get softer by the second as you feel her relax against your hold.

“What about Fin?” You softly whisper. Tears welling in your eyes at the thought of this coming between the three of you. You had no idea how he would react. You and Billie. It was one thing to hang out but it was a completely different story to fall in love with his younger sister. “I can’t lose him. I can’t lose either one of you. This- God this could ruin it all Billie.” You state as the damn breaks free. Your hot tears trailing down your cheeks as your chest heaves in panic. “I’m so sorry. I-I-I can’t.” You stutter as you drop your hand. You couldn’t win this war in your head. You are a losing battle the longer you stand crumbling in front of the only girl you’ve ever loved. Seeing the hurt flash across her eyes as she takes a step towards you only for you to take one back. 

Shaking your head as your lips quiver, continuing your small steps away from her making your way out of the house not sure where you were headed but you knew you couldn’t face either one of them in this state. 

Open up the door for me, for me…

Billie's leg is nonstop jiggling. It has been four days. Four days since you confessed to each other your feelings for one another. Four days since her heart shattered into pieces watching you walk away from her. Four days since she's heard a word from you. You’ve gone silent. Shutting her and everybody else out. You weren’t responding to anyone. Not even Finneas. Her mind and body numb as she stares blankly at the screen. Half listening to what her brother was asking her to do on the newest track they were working on. 

“Hello? Earth to Billie? Are you even listening?” Finneas asks her with a huff. Getting pulled out of her thought spiral she quickly shakes her head and glances up at her brother. Her heart was beating hard against her chest as her mouth went dry. She couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m in love with her.” Billie declares. Her face goes white as a ghost as her mouth moves faster than her mind. Finneas shooting her a look. Eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“I know.” Is all he states as he moves his stare back to the screen. Her breathing stops. That’s all he’s gonna say? Normally he hounds her for information. Wanting to get inside her head, making sure that the person she was seeing was actually treating her right and the way that she deserved to be treated. She was his little sister after all. 

The only sound in the room is the soft clicks of the mouse and keyboard as he aimlessly plays around with the track. “I’ve known for a while.” He mutters without taking his eyes off the screen. “I see the way you guys look at each other. I see the way you guys get when you think no one is looking.” He states as he finally looks at her giving up on the task at hand. 

“You never said anything?” Billie softly questions as she feels the blush creep up on her cheeks. Fidgeting with the rings that cluttered her fingers in hopes of distracting herself.

“I didn’t think it would take as long as it did for you to admit it to yourself. Plus I kinda figured something went down when she left the bbq so quickly the other day.” Finneas spoke as he turned his chair to give her his full attention. His hands reach for hers, stopping her nervous habit. 

“It’s been days and she won’t talk to me.” She gushes as she fights the tears swelling up. “I fucked it all up Finn. You didn’t see the way she looked at me. God I fucked everything up.” She states as her body shakes, finally crumbling into her feelings. Finneas is quick to pull his little sister in a tight hug. Gently cradling her head as he softly rocks the both of them back and forth. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. Just give her time.” He says softly comforting her. Letting her get all her emotions out. 

“I pushed her Finneas. She was so worried about what would happen between us all and I- I fuck, I pushed her.” Billie continues as she falls into his hold. 

“Go talk to her. I’m sure you two will be able to figure it out.” He sincerely offers. “And if it helps, I was always secretly rooting for the two of you.” He says with a soft chuckle causing her to lift her head from his shoulder looking at him trying to find any dishonesty. Sniffling and wiping her eyes she doesn’t find any. 

“Go, go talk to her.” He urges. Gently pushing her the rest of the way back in her chair. A small smile works its way across her lips as she quickly gathers up her things. “Are you sure?” She asks in a hushed panic taking one last look at her brother over her shoulder. Nodding his head yes as he urges her to the door. 

Clenching her phone and keys in hand as she can’t fight the smile on her face. Giving him one final nod as she rushes to her car. Hoping and praying you give her the chance. Her fingers nervously grip and tap the wheel as she drives to your place. Her ears ringing with how hard her heart was beating against her chest. Playing out all the ways that this could go. All she needed was for you to open the door to her and all the possibilities of how this new chapter for the both of you could go. 

Please just open up the door. 

Open up the door for me…

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

good old-fashioned lover boy

a valentines weekend event fic!

jason todd x reader: ever the romantic: despite all his best attempts, none of his valentine’s day plans are going right!

content level: fluff so fluffy you could make a bed out of it and sleep for days

“with what..i most enjoy contented least..” jason shakes his head, pacing around the living room. “yet..in these thoughts? myself almost despising..c’mon, already!” he keeps muttering to himself, and from your position in the hallway, he looks extremely frustrated. you stifle a giggle, stepping out.

“jay?” you call, smiling warmly as you head his way.

“baby!” he starts, looking surprised. he puts up what look like jazz hands, before looking at his pose and dropping them, sheepish. “what’s up?”

“oh, nothing..” you plop onto the couch, pulling out your phone, waving it at him. “i did just get off of the phone with your brother, and he’s taking barbara on a little getaway. isn’t that sweet?”

jason nods, his whole demeanor having changed since the mention of dick. he waves for you to continue. because of course there’s more.

“well, he was wondering if we’d be able to dogsit haley.” you drop the news, almost cringing in anticipation of jason’s hard:

“no.”

“jay, why not? that dog is so stinkin’ cute and i have no problem with it.” he plops down next to you on the couch, and you blink up at him. “besides, it’s for valentine’s day! spread a little love!”

jason grabs your thigh, smirking. “oh, i’ll spread a little love, alright.”

“not if you’re gonna be this stubborn.” you roll your eyes, whacking his arm.

he sighs as you get up to go to the kitchen, dramatic as ever.

“fine.” he relents, and internally you let out a sigh of your own.

“good, because i already told him yes.”

your admission leaves jason groaning, but a small smile sits on his lips.

a few months prior:

“these ones, right?” the clerk looks up as packets upon packets of seeds tumble onto the checkout counter. she sets down her magazine, mumbling under her breath.

“camellia, tulips, coneflower, lily of the valley..” she shuffles through them, nodding as she goes. “yep, these should all work!”

“okay.” jason nods firmly. “i want all of them.”

february 13

haley’s happy barks are making you giggle, and jason suddenly can’t remember why he was ever opposed to the idea. if there’s an open tab on his search engine for the nearest shelter, well. that’s no one’s business but his.

you’re infatuated with haley, and jason snapped a ridiculous amount of pictures when you fell asleep on the couch with the dog snuggled up next to you.

later

you walk in as jason’s opening and closing the cabinets in the kitchen, a bit frantically.

“okay, flour, baking soda, sugar..”

“hey, baby. whatcha doing?”

jason jumps, turning around with a smile.

“hi honey! nothing, really. what are you doing?” he leans against one of the counters.

“uh..nothing? do you still want to go try that new pizza spot?” you walk up to him, resting your head on his chest and threading your arms under his. he wraps you up into a hug, walking you away from the kitchen. you giggle, your smile scrunching up your eyes.

“jay, where are we going?”

“why, to go get ready, of course?” he says, playing serious.

even later

you’re scrolling on your phone, looking for gifts for your boyfriend for valentine’s day, when he pops his head into the bedroom.

“i’m going to head out to the store, babe. do you need anything?”

you cock your head, sort of confused. you and jason almost always go get groceries together, unless one of you is at work or something. you set your phone down, thinking.

“the only thing i can think of is that we might be running a little low on eggs?”

jason nods, coming in to plant a big kiss on your forehead.

“sounds good,” he says, grabbing his jacket as he walks out. you settle back into bed, eyebrows furrowed. weird.

february 14th

“damn it, damian!” jason hoarsely growls from your apartment’s balcony, eyes locked on his flower pots. (or what was left of them) he’d gotten up early to get everything ready, and there was a batarang lodged into his pot, the flowers—he leaned over the railing—yup, on the sidewalk. great. now he’d have to buy you a store bought bouquet. which is fine, but seriously? he has half a mind to send a bill to bruce, he’s so pissed off. he didn’t even realize they were fighting over here last night, how could he not have heard?

he trudges down to the street with a garbage bag, carefully picking up the flowers—which had already been stepped on, to add insult to injury—handfuls of dirt, and the broken shards of the pot, dropping them all into the bag. an elderly woman strolls by, patting him on the back.

“such a nice young man!” she calls after him. he nods, raising a hand in acknowledgement. he doesn’t feel very nice right now.

jason cannot believe his ears right now. his voice is..gone? he spent weeks memorizing that sonnet for you, and his voice is a raspy, gravelly mess. you two had slept with the window open last night and it’d been pretty cold, but you liked that. he liked it, because the you’d snuggle up next to him. but he must be starting to get a cold or something. he hasn’t really talked yet today either, he’s been home alone while you’re at work. so far he’s just talked to the dog..which went extremely poorly. he tried to give haley a command, but just sounded like a teenager in puberty. he just knows if dogs could laugh, haley would’ve been cackling. ugh. maybe he’ll just save it for an anniversary. tying on an apron, jason grabs all the cake ingredients he needs, setting them out onto the counter.

the cake is baked, and it is beautiful. jason’s proud of himself, putting the final touches on the frosting, adding flourishes he didn’t even know he knew how to do. he sets down the piping bag, checking the time. you should be home from work anytime now. he takes his apron off, washing his hands. his shirt is..covered in flour, to say the least. he goes the bedroom to change, (into a different black shirt) coming back out when he sees disaster about to strike.

“haley, no!” jason shouts, except the dog can’t hear him if he’s lost his voice. haley jumps up, grabbing the end of the plate with her teeth. it bangs against the side of the counter, effectively flinging the cake across the room, onto the kitchen floor. jason slaps a hand over his eyes, groaning. the familiar metal of your key slots into the lock, and you open the door to…

what exactly is going on, anyways?

jason has a smear of what looks like flour on his face, haley is sitting, looking at you with her tongue out and her tail wagging, and there’s a cake. on the floor.

“jay..what?” you set down your bag, shrugging your coat off and dropping that too, heading towards your boyfriend. “what happened, baby?”

“i was trying,” jason sighs. “i was trying to make you a cake for valentine’s day. and grow you flowers. and recite shakespeare to you. but quite literally none of those things worked out.”

you smile, sending his heart thumping as you brush the flour off of his cheek.

“well, i don’t know about you, but i’m starving. and there’s some cake on the floor over there that looks, like, really good.”

jason rolls his eyes at you, a smile starting on his lips. you grab two forks, handing him one. he joins you on the floor, watching as you take a huge first bite. your cheeks puffed, you chew with wide eyes. jason chuckles, grabbing some for himself too. you swallow, grabbing his hand.

“jason. i don’t know how to tell you this, but you need to quit everything you’re doing and become a professional baker. this cake is insane.” you take another bite, sighing as you close your eyes.

“you’re ridiculous.” jason’s blushing, shaking his head. you shrug, scooping cake up and bringing your fork to his lips.

“yeah, but you like it.” you say as he nods, chewing. he swallows, beaming at you.

“happy valentine’s day, baby.”

“happy valentine’s day, jason.”

༄ For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

from sonnet 29, william shakespeare.

post divider courtesy of: @saradika-graphics

[monster-disaster]

How do you think certain monster boyfriends/husbands handle their girlfriends’/wives’ plushies? Especially if they’re on the bed with them? 🧸🧸🧸

It's a cute idea. 😊

_

Your orc doesn’t have a problem with your plush or plushies. Within reason. A stuffed animal or two? That’s fine. Cute, even. But if he rolls over in the middle of the night and gets jabbed in the eye by the ear of a plush bunny? That’s where he draws the line. Especially when he wants to hug you, and he has to fight himself through them to reach you. "Alright, sweetheart," he rumbles. "This ain't workin’."

Your werewolf is jealous. And he doesn't even try to hide it. Why would you need anything else when he is right there, soft, warm, and big enough to hold you in his arms as you drift off? He is your personal comfort, your real-life cuddle buddy, and yet, here you are, wrapping your arms around a fluffy monkey as it could compare to the heat of his body. He isn't about to throw your toys out, he is not cruel, but every so often, when he catches you with a plush nestled in your arms, he growls about it; "Don’t need that thing when you’ve got me, babe. I’ll keep you plenty cozy."

Your minotaur gets a little annoyed by the plush toys every now and again, especially when he wakes up to find one tangled around his horns. He’s not the type to make a big deal about it, but the soft, squishy feeling of a stuffed bear rubbing against his head in his sleep? Yeah, that’s not his idea of a good morning. The first time it happens, he just blinks at it, letting out a long, frustrated sigh before carefully untangling the toy from his horns, muttering something under his breath. "How the hell did this even happen?" It’s not that he minds the toys themselves, but the constant wrestling with them while he's trying to sleep is another matter.

Your goblin uses them as pillows. At first, you notice a few of them have started to migrate from their usual spots, ending up on the couch or in the bed. And then, one morning, you wake up only to find one of your favorite plushies squished right under his head as he snores away beside you. "What? It’s the perfect angle for my neck. Nice and soft, just the right support, you know, sweetheart?"

Your rakshasa boyfriend is all for the plushies. They are soft, warm, and perfectly comfortable for snuggling up with during the night. The real issue, though, is his mania for filling the bed with as many pillows and blankets as he can find. He doesn't care if it’s summer and the heat is unbearable. To him, the more softness around him, the better. You wake up in the middle of the night buried under a mountain of pillows, surrounded by enough blankets to make it feel like winter, and you sigh, wiping sweat from your brow. "Darling, you can never have too much comfort."

Your dragon boyfriend is totally fine with your plushies. After all, he can understand your hoarding tendencies. So, your plushies? He gets it, even if you have a few more than you might admit. He might find a certain charm in it. If they start taking up too much space, he just builds a bigger nest for the two of you and your plush army. "Don’t worry, love, we have enough room for your treasures."

Your naga doesn't like them. It’s not that he has anything against them per se, but the textures just don’t sit well with him. The soft, squishy feel of plush toys feels strange against his scales, and the last thing he wants in his sleep is the feeling of fluffy ears or stitched eyes brushing against his body. He tolerates them for you, but if you catch him side-eyeing the toys, you know why. Fortunately, the solution is simple. You just place your plushies on the other side of the bed so he can curl up around you without touching them. "So much better."

[lvnleah]

Bug’s Valentine’s

based on this cute idea 🥹

When Viv was home from Manchester you always knew it meant one thing. You’d get what you had nicknamed a “Vivi day.” That meant that you got to spend an entire day with Viv, sometimes even sleeping over at her and Beth’s flat.

“Bug,” Viv said, grabbing your attention from where you sat on the floor playing with Myle. “Is there anything you want to get Mummy for Valentine’s Day?”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your little brain tried its hardest to think.

You looked up at Viv, frowning slightly. “What’s bal…bal-en-tines?”

Viv chuckled, sitting down on the floor beside you. “Valentine’s Day, Bug. It’s a day where you give people you love something nice to show them you care.”

Your face lit up instantly. “Like Mummy?”

“Yeah,” Viv nodded. “Like Mummy.”

You gasped. “I need a present!”

Viv smiled. “That’s what I was thinking. Do you know what Mummy likes?”

You tapped your chin, thinking very hard. “She like football. An’ smoothies. No yucky green ones!”

Viv laughed. “That’s true.”

You thought some more. “Mummy like cuddle!”

“That’s a good one,” Viv said. “But maybe we can get her something extra special too.”

Your eyes got very big. “Like what?”

Viv smirked. “Hmm, how about flowers?”

Your whole face lit up. “YES!”

Viv stood up and held out her hand. “Alright then, let’s go get Mummy some flowers.”

You grabbed her hand and bounced to your feet. “I wan’ pick pink one!”

“Then we’ll find the best pink ones,” Viv promised.

The flower shop was very pretty, and you were very serious about picking the best flowers for Lotte. You looked at all of them, even sniffing a few before picking the biggest pink ones you could find.

“These,” you said, nodding very seriously. “Mummy like these.”

Viv smiled and helped you get them all wrapped up nicely. When the lady gave them to you, you hugged them very tight.

“Careful, Bug,” Viv said, adjusting the paper a little. “You don’t want to squish them.”

“I won’t!” you promised, holding them even tighter.

Viv just laughed and paid before taking your hand. “Let’s go surprise Mummy.”

You waited very patiently, only asking Viv a million times when Lotte would be home, but finally the door opened.

“MUMMY!” you yelled, as Viv opened the door to her flat.

Lotte barely had time to say hello before you shoved the flowers at her. “For you! For bal…balentines!”

Lotte blinked, clearly surprised, but then her whole face softened. “Bug… did you pick these for me?”

You nodded very fast. “Yeah! Vivi help but I pick the pink one all by myself!”

Lotte smiled before kneeling down and pulling you into a cuddle. “Thank you, baby. They’re beautiful.”

You beamed, snuggling into her. “You like ‘em?”

“I love them,” Lotte said, kissing the top of your head. “And I love you.”

Your little heart felt so happy.

“Happy Balentines, Mummy!”

Lotte chuckled, holding you close. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Bug.”

[sillyuin]

Valentine's day with svt (Vocal Unit)

Genre: fluff fluff fluff.

Pairing: svt vocal unit x reader.

Warnings: none.

- Yuin's note: This is the part 1/3 of my valentine's day with svt special. I'll be posting the next parts during the day or next, so wait for it ♥ also, happy birthday my fellow Carat, take it as a gift for you ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Jeonghan. Playing board games.

He likes games and loves to cheat on them, that’s nothing new for you. When he told you to have a game night for valentine’s you were expecting for him to be the mischievous angel-faced he is. But he had an ace up his sleeve that you weren't prepared for.

“The loser gotta give the winner a kiss,” he said in a serious tone.

You raised an eyebrow, “if you want me to kiss you just ask me.”

He laughed softly, like he was expecting for you to say such a statement. “But, the winner has the right to ask the way they want it to be.”

“What… Does that mean?”

“I don’t know” Jeonghan bit his lower lip, locking his eyes on yours. “Just try not to lose the game”.

It was probably the hardest game you ever played in your life, not because you haven’t played Monopoly before, but because his gaze was on you all the time, as if Jeonghan was able to read even the deepest thought in your mind.

Whatever he was thinking, you made a double effort to not fail into his love games. But let’s be honest, it’s a sweet temptation you’d like to try without hesitation.

Joshua. Baking cookies for each other.

Something so simple and so endearing at the same time, there’s nothing like an afternoon filled with laughs and the delicious smell of cookies, as the promise of a sweet and romantic night.

“Josh, can you give me the choco chips?” you asked, while checking the recipe on your phone. However, he said nothing, “Josh… Joshua!”

 “Hey, don’t scream at me” he complained in a sassy manner, “I’m just beside you, and I’m busy”.

You turned to see what he was doing, and raised an eyebrow, confused. “Aren’t we supposed to make cookies with choco chips?”

“Yeah”.

“Then, what is that?”

“Oh, this” Joshua’s smile was so big that the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he proudly show you his creation, “it’s for you. Do you like it?”

He was holding a tray full of those calico-shaped cookies you wanted to try. The kitty shaped cookies were actually very cute, so much that you even forgot why you raised your voice at him.

“When did you baked them?”

“Before you came home. I wanted to try something different.” Joshua stared at you tilting his head, “I bake for you and you bake for me, then we watch one of those romcon you love as much as me”.

“Sounds good for me.” you laughed low as you continued with your cookies, “but you have to wait for me, I need to finish these.”

“Okay” He approached you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugged you from behind, “I'll be here just checking in your work. Please do as if I’m not here”.

Woozi. Spa night.

He’s always about work, but also needs a break from time to time. Now, your time has come: No phones, no responsibilities, just the two of you taking care of each other in the warmth of your shared apartment.

The pleasant aroma of scented candles filled the whole room, and Jihoon let out a deep sigh. When was the last time he felt that relieved? He can’t remember, but now he feels like touching heaven and the best part, it was in the comfort of his own home.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet” you protest with a playful tone, “I just started with your shoulders”.

“I’m sorry” he apologized in a lazy tone, “but I’m serious, you're so good at it, you'd become a millionaire with this job.”

“I’m not that good, this is just a hobby,” you laughed in a low tone. “Do you want some more tea?”

“Yes, please!” Jihoon agreed cheerfully, “Is amazing, what did you make this tea with?"

“Oh, you know; chamomile, other natural stuff” leaning towards him, you let a kiss in the top of his head, snuggling your face on his hair, “and all my love for you”.

Dokyeom. Homemade pizzas.

He loves pizza and he loves you even more, that’s all he needs. In the warmth of your cozy apartment, a messy yet funny meal takes place that you both are going to remember for a long time.

“What in the world is this?” you said trying not to laugh, “looks like my heart after I watched that sad movie”.

“But it was fine!” he stammered, laughing in embarrassment, “the oven tricked us!”

Seokmin has been planning this night with the highest expectation, but the heart-shaped pizzas didn’t turn as he visualized. They smell good for sure, however something went wrong and now you have something that looks more like an attempt that a pizza itself.

“Ah, we put in so much effort” he made a small pout, “I’m so sorry, babe.”

“Oh, it’s okay! It’s our first time” you patted his back trying to comfort him, “I bet they’re delicious, let’s just eat”.

And it was indeed the best pizza you ever tried before; your praise words encouraged him as you both sat on the sofa and started eating your homemade dinner.

It didn’t turned out as expected, but your heart was so filled with joy and happiness that it didn't really matter, it is priceless and you’d never change this day for nothing in the world.

Seungkwan. Trying a new café.

Making changes is always good and Valentine’s Day is the perfect excuse to do something different. Unfortunately, you’re not the only couple who had the same idea.

“This place is full too” Seungkwan signed, running his hand through his hair in annoyance. “It’s the third one”.

“It’s okay Boo, we can do something else”.

You were sitting in the car and the atmosphere started to feel a little heavy. Maybe going for a café date on Valentine’s Day wasn’t the best idea, every place was crowded as if everyone just had the same braincel and decided to occupy every single café in town. And Seungkwan was part of that unplanned collective.

“I’m so sorry, love” he placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice was low and a little sad, “I should’ve planned this better and made a reservation.”

You remained thoughtful, an idea came to your mind and you said it with a big smile. “Hey, what about if we buy something and make our own café at home?”

“That… Actually doesn’t sound bad” he raised both eyebrows tilting his head, “What’s on your mind?”

And so, a few purchases later, you ended up drinking delicious coffee at home, accompanied with a sweet strawberry cake and a tender playlist you both made at that moment. It has the potential to become a tradition, after all, it doesn’t matter the place or the activity; every moment with Seungkwan is special for you.

[itsnesss]

𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | a cozy and simple valentine’s day spent watching cheesy romantic comedies with axel, filled with laughter, love, and playful moments

warnings | fluff, romance, light humor, minor cheesy moments

word count | 1.8 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The sun has set, and the cool evening breeze softly brushes against the curtains in your living room. It's the perfect day to stay home, away from the crowds and hustle. Valentine's Day. Although at first, you thought it would be the typical celebration with dinner and gifts, in the end, with Axel, you decide that the best thing is to do something simple, something that makes you feel closer: watching movies.

The idea had come up spontaneously while you were at the supermarket, strolling through aisles filled with hearts and Valentine's Day balloons. There was something in the air that made you smile, and together, you decided that, instead of the typical night out, what you really wanted was a quiet afternoon on the couch.

Axel had been the first to suggest it, as always, with his laid-back but charming tone.

"How about we stay home?" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist while grabbing a bag of popcorn. "Movies, giant blanket, and no stress. Sounds good?"

You nodded without a second thought. Being with him, without the distractions of everyday life, was all you needed.

Now, as you snuggle up on the couch, Axel wraps his arms around you from behind, his hands gently resting on your waist while you settle in his lap. The blanket covering both of you is bigger than you ever imagined. Everything is ready: popcorn, chocolate, a couple of sodas, and a sea of cushions that make you feel completely cozy and happy.

"Action movie first, or the romantic classic?" Axel asks with a mischievous smile.

You furrow your brow and, jokingly, throw a pillow at his face.

"You know I'm in 'Valentine's mode'! No action movies today, Axel."

He laughs softly and grabs the remote, choosing one of the cheesiest romantic comedies imaginable. It's one of those films they always used to mock, but deep down, they both knew they enjoyed more than they admitted.

As the movie starts, you both immerse yourselves in the predictable plot full of clichés and over-the-top romantic gestures. But that’s exactly what makes you both laugh out loud every time the protagonists stare intensely at each other in a torrential downpour or declare their love with an eternal promise in the middle of a dramatic scene.

Axel can’t help but make funny comments, and every time a scene reaches its most ridiculous point, he stares at the screen with exaggeratedly serious eyes.

"Are you sure anyone talks like that in real life?" he asks, pointing at the screen with his finger as he laughs at the protagonist, who just made an epic confession of love. "I mean, who says that stuff for real?"

You burst into laughter, feeling the warmth of his body beside yours, so close, so real. The laughter is contagious, and although the movies are predictable, the moments between you two feel genuine and full of tenderness.

"I told you!" you say playfully. "Love in movies has nothing to do with real life. But still, I love watching them with you."

He hugs you tighter, as if offering a silent reply. He leaves you there, nestled in his chest, as he runs his hand through your hair, caressing you gently. Each of his gestures makes you feel completely loved, as if this day, so simple, is the best Valentine’s Day of all.

"Hey, want to make a bet?" Axel whispers, almost conspiratorially, as he looks at you with a playful grin.

"What kind of bet?" you ask, intrigued, as you settle closer to him.

"Let’s bet on how many more times this guy is going to do something cheesy in the next ten minutes. I bet in the next scene, there’s going to be another intense look in the rain." Axel winks at you before focusing back on the screen.

You laugh, but you know it’s going to be harder than it seems. The movie is full of ridiculous moments, and every time one of those moments happens, Axel reacts with jokes, bursts of laughter, and playful comments that make it all even more special. He laughs even at the scenes that make you a little uncomfortable, and you can’t help but blush every time he mocks the protagonist while they try to say something romantic or make an epic declaration.

The afternoon goes on with more cheesy movies and endless laughs. As Axel holds you, you both immerse yourselves in a space where there are no pressures or expectations. Just the two of you, and this little moment of shared happiness. The air is full of love, not in grand gestures, but in the simplest details: how he looks at you, how he adjusts himself so you’re more comfortable, how he laughs at his own silly jokes just to see you smile.

The last movie you watch is one you’ve seen a thousand times, but you still laugh just as much. The plot is predictable, the happy ending is guaranteed, and at that moment, you realize that although sometimes love can be as cliché as Valentine’s Day movies, what really matters is sharing it with someone who makes it all feel real.

When the last movie ends, Axel turns off the TV and looks at you with a sweet smile on his face.

"Did you like the most ridiculous Valentine’s Day ever?" he asks, his voice soft but full of affection.

You look at him, and with a gentle smile, you reply:

"The best Valentine’s Day of all."

You snuggle in his chest once more, feeling his warm and comforting embrace. You know that this day, this simple day of movies and blankets, is everything you needed to feel completely loved. And no matter how many Valentine’s Days pass, because all you want is to be here with Axel, doing what you love most: sharing simple, but perfect moments.

"I love you," Axel whispers, and without thinking, you respond with a smile.

"I love you more."

[brothersfuck]

YOUR GIRL!SAM HC’S OMG.

any thoughts on weecest and dean coming to the realisation he wants to fuck his little sister?

Omg yes yes YES I've been thinking about it so hard and so long that when I came back to check my inbox and saw this I almost passed out [Here's a warning!! this post contains mentions of SA(but not between Sam and dean), please click off if you're uncomfy, thank you!!]

Dean didn't really realize it just like that one day, it was more of a build up to find the treasure, like a car drive until you reach the gas station kind of realization

Like that one time where John left them alone in a two bed motel and Sam, poor little girl, woke up from a nightmare and shook Dean hard enough to wake him just so she could snuggle under his arm

Whenever that happened, he'd crane his head down and sniff her hair (smells like dandelions and being out in the sun too much, dean told me so), wrap his arms around her body and close his eyes too hard when he'd feel the blood rush down

It couldn't have been his fault, it wasn't his fault, he was a teenager--he had hormones. But hugging his soft twelve year old sister and getting horny over that? He really needed to question his morals. Or maybe he needed a drink, whichever one made the strain in his pants go away first

He tried to cover it up as much as possible, even explaining it to himself the best he could. It was just girls, just girls. He liked girls, he kissed girls; lots of them, so maybe it's just some kind of trigger in his brain to get rock solid when he's cuddling his little sister who's, also a girl?

Whatever. The thing is. Dean definitely wasn't attracted to his little sister.

When Sam turned thirteen, she stopped trying to cuddle up under Dean's arms after nightmares anymore, she'd wake up in cold sweat, grab a flashlight, and read a book in total silence, sat against the corner farthest away from his brother

Dean noticed, of course, like all good big brothers do, and even felt a little disappointed in that. It was a tradition at this point, that he'd be the one to protect her from all the bad, keep her clean and virgin, but he understood that Sam was at that age where things get unbalanced and the world feels too big or the room feels too small so he tries to help out as much as possible

When Sam has questions, he actually answers. What questions he can't answer, he takes Sam to a nearby library and lets her read up on things. When Sam has questions about boys and relationships and love, Dean tenses and sweats. He knows all about relationships and love, hell, he's had some rough make out sessions with girls under the school bleachers so yeah, he knows about love

But boys?

Really?

Sam wasn't prepared for that. Sam wasn't prepared for anything, matter of fact, Dean was the only boy aside from dad, maybe, that Sam should ever even talk to! Yes, he was speaking crazy inside his head, but it made no sense to Dean why Sam needed other boys, he was right here wasn't he? Was he a bad older brother? Was Sam getting rebellious?

Was he just jealous?

Sam stopped asking those kinds of questions when Dean stopped trying to steer the conversation to some other topic and outright just started to tell Sam that she wasn't ready. Sam was ready, hell she was thirteen, so what was Dean even worrying about?

This topic led to Sam's first ever late night sneak out, she was secretive, you had to give her that, and extremely quiet--when your father's a soldier you have to learn what wakes him up and what doesn't. She'd been talking to a boy she met behind the school her and her brother go to (for the meantime) and he was just there, reading, away from the noise and sweaty sport kids

Safe to say they got along pretty well, and under the guise of researching on the net about monsters or whatever, she even managed to keep their chats secret from Dean!

When she sneaked out and went to that dark park expecting a scrawny boy to show up carrying books they could both read together, she was right. Nerd kid number one was there, but no books. She greeted him like she usually would and asked where the books were only to be greeted with a harsh grab to the face and a forced kiss, teeth clanking against teeth and her hands trying to push him away. Once. Twice. On the third try, she managed to get him off, but not before he already felt up her chest and kissed down on her neck

Fuck! She underestimated boys at this age, boys and men..she was prepared, she thought she was..and besides, a scrawny kid wanting to kiss and make out? That doesn't fit the criteria at all! And why was he so strong?

The thoughts ran as fast as she did, away from that park, away from that boy, away from the disgusting sensation of hands on her chest. She was mad. And crying. Like having a nightmare

When she got back to the motel room, she didn't bother being quiet. The door handle rattled like an anxious before giving way to a crying, heaving Sam, and this time, Dean woke up to it.

Groggy, yet used to being awakened so suddenly, he caught glance of Sam running up to the side of his motel bed and sniffling out a "Dean, dean...can I please sleep in your bed.."

Dean is ecstatic.

He shushes and coos at Sam, and for once, she lets him. She's so eager to cuddle up against her brother that she doesn't notice the hard bulge pressing against the small of her back, doesn't notice Dean's hand splaying over her stomach, because it's her brother, and her brother would never..

She keeps on crying and eventually, Dean has to ask why she is. She tells him about how she's sorry for talking to a boy behind his back, about how she's sorry she sneaked out and went to meet with him, about how his hands...his lips..

His lips. On hers.

Dean reached the metaphorical gas station, driving his metaphorical car, when his arms tightened around her and comforted her to sleep and his nose stuck to her hair like a claim, like maybe if he held her tighter then what that boy did, stealing her first kiss away from someone who deserved it more, would be erased

Sam goes to school the next day with Dean trailing behind her, and she hears the whispers of other students talking to each other about a kid who went to their school found dead in a ditch and she knows..she knows dean knows she does, and without exchanging a glance, she keeps moving

Because it's terrifying knowing your brother would kill anyone who laid their hands on you

But it's even more terrifying finding out he did it because his hands should be the only ones on your skin

[swagyalastorwife]

Yandere!Alastor x depressed!reader { headcanons/one shot}

Author notes : hiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️

so I posted this fanfiction because I was asked for it⚠️ I want to point out that I like Sir Pentious I have nothing against him but I needed someone to move the story forward sorry to all these fans⚠️😓

⚠️warning ⚠️:toxic behavior of alastor,mentions of depression and death

♤The death of your friend Sir Pentious had destroyed you, you didn't want to eat, drink or go out anymore and above all you didn't want to live anymore, and that's what your boyfriend Alastor had noticed and to be honest it relieved him that Sir Pentious was dead,

◇He hated him more than anything in the world, you spent way too much time with him and you didn't pay enough attention to Alastor (according to him) when you cuddled Sir Pentious he felt the anger rising in him, he was ready to kill anyone who got too close to his love.

♡ Well to be honest he hates everyone, because every person could steal you from him and he was too selfish to let anyone get close to you. Even before you got together he would kill any demon that came near you, yes he made them suffer for getting close to his beloved Y/n

♧So yes the death of Sir Pentious was only good news for the demon of the radio. Now you were his and his alone, so during this difficult time Alastor took care of you so well he loved you so much, but seeing you so vulnerable, so weak,

□ He is ashamed to admit it but he loved it he adored it you were devoted to him. But despite this feeling of power he wanted you to get better so little by little he helped you get better he prepared jambalaya for you, bought you everything you wanted, you went out into town and took romantic walks and one evening while you were snuggled in his arms he said to you:

"my dear, you are everything to me, without you my life would no longer have any meaning so please don't let yourself be destroyed like this, it hurts me a lot"

you laugh when you hear these words and you tell him

"I'll try alastor "

then he placed a sweet kiss on your lips and told you:

"you are everything to me.

then he thought:"you are mine and only mine my love."

I hope you like it (^-^)/❤️

[deepdisireslonging]

Just a Movie

It feels like the world is going to hell in a handbasket. Finn takes the time to give the Reader a bit of peace.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader

Warnings/Promises: Fluff, SMUT, winter weather, food mention, oral (female receiving), dirty talk, p-in-v

Word Count: 2240

Note: Wanted to give my writing bestie @neversatisfiedgirlfics a little treat. Happy Valentine’s, dearie!

He had gone all out. Blankets. A flickering fire. And a pile of movies to choose from. There were your favorites from Jurassic Park to Sleeping Beauty, classics like Gilda and Philadelphia Story, and movies always in your rotation like The Mummy and Howls Moving Castle. With the snow piled high outside, you chose The Mummy. What better way to escape the cold than with a giant pile of blankets and a movie set in the desert?

Finn snuggled close under his own pile of blankets. He kept you plied with hot chocolate. And, when Evie and Rick had cutesy moments on screen, he nuzzled his nose along your cheekbone and under your jaw. It never failed to make him grin when you said your favorite lines before the characters did. And, despite him doing it every time you watched this movie, he squeezed you suddenly when a mummified Anuksunamun popped up. It made you squeal, making him laugh.

When the credits began to roll, you cracked open your blankets to snuggle into his.

You squinted at him. “What was all this for?” Innocent as sin, he tried to avoid your gaze. But you drew him back by nestling your head into the curve of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Love.” He kissed your forehead. “I wanted to give you a little bit of a rest. You’ve had a lot going on.” His cheek rested against yours. “We both have.”

The movie finally reverted to the home screen. Finn turned off the tv. Outside, the snow created a muffled barrier to the world. The fire crackled like static in the silence, lulling you closer and closer to sleep. Finn breathed steadily. You began to match his rhythm, breathing in unison until you couldn’t tell your exhale from his, and his inhale from yours. Every so often, you hummed contentedly. Finn’s hand rested on your thigh. His thumb smoothed back and forth, creating little arches in the fabric of your lounge-wear.

You tried not to think about what the world had in store for your tomorrow. Or what it had done to you already in the days and months past. Despite all the stress and barriers, there would still be laundry to do, and dishes to wash. Finn always folded and put away what clothes you dumped into the clean hamper after a wash. And he washed the dishes so you could dry them and put them away. In every task shared at home, his body was a reassuring, reoccurring wall to bump into. He was sturdy when you wanted to fall. And he let you pour your heart into caring for him when you needed to create proof of goodness in the world.

A log crackled and split in the fireplace.

The thoughts swirling in your head popped like a soap bubble. Instead of thinking about yesterday or tomorrow, you focused on the warmth of the blankets. Finn’s even breathing. How loved you felt. Finn’s thumb was still making little arches in the fabric of your lounge pants.

You could have sat together forever.

But Finn was so warm. You couldn’t stop rubbing your hands across his stomach. Down his thighs. Dipping under his shirt to feel his warm flesh against your fingertips. Finn’s breath caught. His sigh hummed across your forehead.

“What do you need, moi ghrá?”

“You’re so warm.”

“Mhmm.” He inhaled deeply and gave your forehead a lingering kiss. “So are you.” His stomach contracted as your nails grazed over the hills and valleys of his muscles. “Then again, you are playing with fire. It’s easy to be warm with a woman like you.” Finn’s mouth lingered from your forehead, down your cheek, and under your jawline. He suckled softly on the curve of your neck, making you gasp. “Is this what you were after, a stór? I thought we were having a movie day.”

You swallowed hard. “I thought so too. You gonna put in the next one?”

But he continued to kiss around your neck, across your collarbone, and to lick at the hollow of your throat.

“Finn?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you been planning this?” You yelped as he guided you back into the couch cushions. Your chest heaved as his hands slid up under your sweatshirt.

“No plan,” he hummed. “Just knew I wanted to take care of you. In any way that you needed.” His breath stuttered as he found you bra-less and breathless for him. “How am I doing so far?”

You bit your lip as his hand squeezed around your breast. “Don’t stop.”

If his face hadn’t been so pretty, the lurid grin that crossed it would have been irksome. But his hands kneaded across your body. Any aches or pains that life had knotted into your joints was massaged away. And underneath your skin, your body pulsed with the growing desire that Finn was sure to pour into you. He removed your lounge pants, humming with delight to find you bare there too. He licked his lips.

Finn kissed you deeply, distracting you from how he leaned back, dragging you with him. But instead of finding yourself face-to-face with him, he continued to lay back and guided you to sit on his stomach.

“Finn?” You nervously looked between him and the windows in front of you. The sheers were drawn. But even they didn’t fully block out the winter wonderland outside. Nor would they block the view of the warm interior from the outside. Your eyes crossed as he dragged a finger through your slick, noisily sucking on his fingers. Next thing you knew, he had you situated over his face. “Baby... the neighbors.”

“So?” His nose traced little circles to the inside of your thighs.

“Someone might see.”

He grunted. “So let ‘em see. I am not moving from this spot, and neither are you,” he flattened his tongue against your sex to make your back arch. “Not until you don’t care about the world anymore.”

A sad laugh bubbled out of you. “Then we could be here for a while.” You tried to dismount his face.

But Finn wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and held you down. He growled, sending the vibrations where he knew would make you tremble. “Then we’re here for a while.” His loving glare deepened as you tried to hover and not smother him. “Nobody, not Samoa Joe or Roman or Cesaro has been able to do what you’re scared to do. If I need to breathe, I’ll find a way. Now get down here.”

Pinning you down over his mouth, Finn began to lick and suck and lap happily at your sex. Your head fell forward and lolled to the side with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Bracing your hand forward against the arm rest, you did your best not to roll your hips. But Finn rolled them for you. He slid you back and forth against his tongue.

Staggered, you raked your hand across the end table, knocking the remnants of the hot chocolate mugs into the floor. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be bothered by the mess. Not when Finn was making happy noises under you, turning you into another kind of mess,  and devouring you like his last meal. When he did finally pull back for air, his face glistened with your arousal. The top curve of his cheeks were pink with delight. And his smile was downright pussy-drunk.

“How ‘ya feelin’ a stór?”

The tiny whimper that passed through your lips was not what you intended to say. But he got the gist.

With a chuckle, he dove back in. Sucking at your clit, he made you see stars. Any source of light in the room that your eyes glanced over had a halo from his power over you. Or maybe it was just double vision from the same reason. Your hips moved of their own accord. He sucked hard on your clit, finally making you cry out with release. But he didn’t stop attacking your bud until your thighs were shaking and you were begging for mercy.

“You gotta let me breathe, baby,” you whined.

He loudly lapped up your release. “So breathe.” But he did take pity on your sensitivity. Soon, you were once again on your back against the couch pillows. He messily kissed from one side of your neck to the other. When he pulled back to look at you, your hand on his cheek tilted. You ran your thumb across his lips. They were beautiful on a normal day, and plumped from eating you out. As your other hand reached for his length still trapped in his own sweats, he grunted. Finn resisted your efforts to turn him over.

You pouted. “Wanna do the same for you.”

“Nuh-uh. You get your mouth on me and I’ll blow in a minute.”

“And what am I supposed to do when you get your cock in me?”

He shrugged. “Clamp down on me ‘till I see God? It has been a minute since we chatted.” With a chuckle, he dragged his length into the open. His eyes closed and he hissed, his hand gently fisting himself. He rasped, “I’ve been hesitatin’ to speak to a priest. Don’t want to threaten his frock with the details of what I’ve been doin’ to ya. Or what else I want to do to ya.”

You made whatever sounds you pleased as he slowly filled you. The stretch and drag of him pulled desperate groans from between your lips. But you also held your breath so you could hear Finn’s pants and moans. You ran your hand up under his sweatshirt, whining until he dragged it over his head and out of the way. Now you could really see him. How his stomach flexed and contracted as he tried to hold himself together. How his chest heaved in rhythm with yours. And how his arms flexed on either side of your head once he was fully seated within you.

It was taking him too long to move. You tried to roll your hips, needy for the friction. But Finn’s hands rushed to pin you down.

“Need another minute.” He breathed heavily. Eyes closed, and plump lips parted, he fought to hold off on his release.

“Breathe,” you cooed.

If he caught the sass riding on your tongue, he didn’t mention it. But he did catch his breath. Resolve finally as hard as the rest of him, he slowly dragged his cock from you before thrusting again. You arched, canting your body as best as you could to feel every inch of him. He didn’t hesitate to give you any of it. Again, the room acquired a halo. With the window behind him bright with the snow outside, he was backlight for your viewing pleasure. He shoved up the hem of your sweatshirt so he could have access to your breasts again. Leaning forward, he caught your nipple between his teeth. As your body rocked, he lightly nipped at the bud and the side of your breast. Your walls fluttered around him.

Beneath you, the couch legs creaked. If the whole thing started to move, you wouldn’t have been surprised. But you were too busy being folded in half to give a damn about scratches on the floor. Finn’s pace increased. His brow scrunched as he fought to keep his eyes open. You couldn’t return the effort. Your vision, already blurry around the edges, kept blacking out each time you blinked. It was nice being able to feel him, and to hear his grunts and muttered Irish promises.

Finn’s pace took on a frantic chase. You cried out beneath him. Your nails dragged thin red welts down his stomach. But his goal was at hand. Just a few more thrusts. And a few more. Your body quaked and shivered as you fell apart. He continued to thrust as you cried out, wailing his name. A shudder ran up his spine. With a shout, he followed you down into bliss.

With both of you panting, Finn collapsed onto your chest. His hot breath puffed across your chest, still on display while your sweatshirt was bunch up over your breasts. Chuckling, he kissed at the valley between them.

“You ready for round two?”

Gasping with a smile, you asked, “that was all round one?” Your fingers stroked at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Sure. Just... give me a minute?” Kissing at his heaving chest, you pushed him back till he was seated. You straddled his waist.

His hands rubbed back and forth over your thighs. Kissing under your jaw, he grinned against your skin. “I was thinking about The Mummy Returns, but this works too.”

“What?” You nipped at his jaw. “You can’t just... rock my world and then tell me we’re going back to watching a movie.”

“Why not?”

“How the hell am I supposed to focus when I’ve got all that,” you waved your hand over the general area of his physique, “sitting right next to me?”

After locating your scattered clothes, he helped you back into your lounge pants. “Dunno. But we’re supposed to be relaxing. So sit back.” He reburied you under your blankets and put in the next film. “Relax. And enjoy the show.”

It wasn’t fifteen minutes before his wandering hands found you again for “round two.”

***

Master List

Finn Balor/Prince Devitt Masterlist

[demigod-shenanigans]

Fundamentally of the opinion that when Jason plans dates, he does so meticulously. He can and will scout out the restaurant in advance to see if it’s a location Leo will like and if the food is good. If they’re doing something outside he has a contingency plan for when the weather is bad. He actually probably has a contingency plan for most things just in case something does go wrong because Leo is so so important to him and he wants to make sure he has a great time.

And Leo is so, so grateful. It’s not that Jason needs to put in that kind of effort—Leo would probably still be happy if all they did was snuggle on the couch for a whole afternoon. But knowing someone wants to? Knowing he means so much to Jason that he actively goes out of his way to make sure Leo will be happy when Leo spent such a long time convincing himself no one would ever care and he wasn’t good enough and would never get to be loved like that? That means the world to him.

When Leo plans a date… no, he doesn’t. He’s got a vague idea and is just winging the hell out of it the whole time. More than once, he’s decided to take Jason to place X just to then discover it was closed upon getting there because he didn’t check the times beforehand. It doesn’t matter. He wanted to take Jason to an arcade but it’s closed so now they’re doing roller skating instead. The theater doesn’t show the movie they were planning on seeing? Jason gets to close his eyes and blindly point at one of the posters and they’re watching that one instead. They were gonna go on a hike but it’s raining? Impromptu indoor picnic.

It pushes Jason out of his comfort zone, and he probably wouldn’t be willing to go along with it when it comes to most people. But this is Leo we’re talking about. Jason would follow Leo to the ends of the earth. Whether that means walking through the mud for an hour or failing spectacularly at roller skating or sharing popcorn and making fun of a terrible movie neither of them really wanted to see. He gets to make tons of new experiences, and he always ends up having fun. Everything's fun when he's doing it with Leo.

[adoreyouusugar]

Of all of the fictional characters that I’m obsessed with, I feel the most for these men, they have all been thorough so much in their respective stories! And each one is just so tragic 🥺

[wildsaltair]

respectfully I need to climb him like a rope ladder and do him so good we both ascend into the clouds and never recover

[naamahdarling]

Augh

[sysig]

I love you thiiiiiiiiiiis much! (Patreon)

[greenfiredragonfly]

Me: ive never kissed anyone before

My friend: we could make out

Me: don't joke bro, i don't like you that way but I'd be down

[theuwuafterhours]

If you were magically turned into an inanimate object then what would you be?

I think I’d like to be some sort of plushie. Cute, fluffy and very huggable~ +doing nothing all day but look super cute chillin in bed lol (sounds like the life)

I just love fluffy things and if I could I’d probably wear something fluffy all the time if I didn’t have to experience the Australian summer