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[thoughtfulfiction]

Full of Surprises

Author’s note: My first Joe request from a gorgeous anon! Hope you, my angel @emmyblues and all the other New Years babies had an amazing birthday!!!

Pancakes. Waffles. Is both too much? A little fruit on the side? Should he have bacon on the plate? What about eggs?

“Joe,” he snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of a perturbed voice. “What should I make? I’d like to know today, please.”

The man continues walking around the kitchen, running through the plan in his head. It’s honestly causing him more effort than most of his pregame prep. Football was easy, it was x’s and o’s, utilizing his cadence and dissecting some of the best defenses the league has ever seen. Simple things. Planning the perfect birthday wasn’t exactly something he’d practiced his entire life but it was the first one he’d be spending with you living together so he was willing to try his best to make it unforgettable.

“Okay,” he places his hands on the counter, facing his chef. The first order of business for the day was to deliver you breakfast in bed but he loved you too much to make you sit through a meal he cooked. So he called in a professional to start the day off on the right foot. “Chocolate chip pancakes. Final answer.”

“Thank you,” his chef Morgan cracks a tiny smile, patting Joe on the back. “Relax man, she’s gonna love it. If anything, today might be a little over the top but hey—I’d go all out for my girl too.”

That did nothing to ease his worries. He made his way to the living room to touch up some of the decorations and make sure that the layout is how he pictured it in his mind. He thinks for a second, laughing to himself about how you’re still peacefully sleeping upstairs and he’s running around like a headless chicken. By the time he’s putting on the finishing touches, the food is ready and he needs to wake you up so you have time to eat and spend a little time together before he has to leave for practice.

You wake up to the most delicate kisses peppering your face, your neck, your collarbone. Trying to ignore it, you pull the covers over your face but your morning energy, or lack thereof, is no match for him. He easily takes the comforter away, pulling you in close enough to have his mouth back on your skin, kissing your shoulder. Each gentle touch enhances the beautiful wake-up call.

“Good morning sunshine,” he states calmly, “happy birthday.”

You hum tiredly, opening your eyes to ogle at him in all of his glory. His icy blue eyes peering into your soul, the way his arm muscles clench while holding onto the tray full of food that he sets in your lap. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of this view, of being in his orbit…as long as you live. And he’s completely dedicated to making this entire day all about you. “Thank you baby,” you cover your mouth and back away when he leans in, “morning breath?”

Joe scoffs, “come here woman,” he grabs you by your legs, wrapping them around his waist and reaching over to present the most perfect platter of pancakes you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you! You didn’t have to wake up extra early and do all this,” you give him a very quick peck, immediately digging in.

He takes a piece of fruit off of your plate and pops it into his mouth, “thank Morgan actually. I didn’t make any of it. But…I do have big plans for you today.”

“Oh you do?”

Joe nods, grabbing your fork so he can feed you. He sat there and helped you finish the plate, giving you a kiss after each bite. Once you were finished, he let you brush your teeth before pulling out a blindfold.

“This is a bit kinky…” you trail off as the light is replaced with complete and utter darkness. Joe gently ties the blindfold after wrapping it around your head and waving his hand in front of your face to make sure you can’t see.

“Maybe I’ll save it for later,” Joe growls into your ear, playfully smacking your butt before grabbing your hand slowly walking the two of you out of the room.

The gentle padding of his feet on the ground, leading you down the stairs is the one thing you can focus on. You knew he was only leading you to the living room but you really don’t mind trusting blindly to hold your hand through life and wherever it may take you.

Light comes back to your world when your boyfriend takes off the blindfold, his mischievous smile making an appearance.

“Joseph…what did you do?”

He puts his hands up, looking at you like he has no clue what you’re talking about. The entire living room is covered in balloons, two giant gold numbers depicting your age sit on the couch, surrounded by a array of lavish gift bags. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Joe rushes out, taking long strides toward the doorway and coming back with his hands behind his back. The birthday hat you made him wear a few weeks ago is suddenly now on your head and he takes a picture of you in the middle of the room and you feel like you’ve just won a spelling bee. “You can take it off now if you want, I promised my mom I’d get you back for making me wear the stupid hat. But you look good in the stupid hat so it’s not as funny.”

“Aw you’re so sweet,” you tell him with a laugh, kissing him on the cheek as he hands you the first gift.

The first three bags are Bvlgari. A complete matching set containing a ring, necklace and a bracelet. All gold. The next bag is Gucci, an ivory bucket hat.

“I have the same one in black. Figured we could match,” Joe shrugs, handing you the next one.

Calf length leather boots, with red bottoms. Then another pair of boots, which could be considered more casual since they’re Chelsea boots…except they’re Prada. And of course, he got you the Prada travel bag you mentioned in passing nearly a month ago. “Thank you. You really did not have to get me all this stuff. All of this is beautiful and so thoughtful.”

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him tight and giving him a tender kiss on the lips. “What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”

Most of your early relationship you tried to be firm in letting him know you weren’t with him for the stuff he can buy you. Over time as the trust and love continued to build between you two, you realized that it wasn’t the end of the world to be pampered and showered with gifts every now and then, internal cringing less at the thought of the prices at the end of his gift receipts. The man seemed satisfied with how his first two surprises had gone, letting you know that your friend Ryan was on her way to pick you up as soon as he was gone for practice. Every detail had been carefully planned out so you wouldn’t be alone and bored while he was gone.

As soon as he was out the door you took your time getting ready, putting your new items away in their respective places. Ryan texted you that she was on her way after you got out of the shower, not telling you where you were headed so you opted for minimal makeup and a casual but cute outfit and some sneakers in case there was walking involved.

The surprise ended up being an extensive spa treatment. A 75 minute deep tissue massage and a Vitamin C facial. Then there was the mani-pedi, hydrotherapy soak and exfoliating scrub included. You felt the most relaxed you’ve felt in years, all the tension was released literally from the top of your head and neck area to your feet.

Your home was eerily quiet when you and Ryan came back. The lights were off and Joe was nowhere to be found, even though the car he took when he left that morning was back in its usual spot in the garage.

“Babe? Are you home?” You called out, starting to search for him.

Ryan turned on the kitchen lights and suddenly the room was filled with people yelling “surprise!” Your mom and Joe’s mom were there, along with several of your friends, a few Bengals players and their significant others were also in attendance.

On the side table was a massive spread of food, mostly comprised of your favorites and you bravely held back the wave of emotion to greet everyone and thank them for coming. Having a birthday on a holiday has never been easy. Growing up it was a time where people were either out of town to celebrate with their families or it was just simply too much work to even want to plan anything concrete in case plans had to be moved around or cancelled. You sometimes felt like the day was completely overshadowed. Now that you were an adult it wasn’t the biggest deal in the world as long as you had a relaxing and relatively fun day but for Joe to gather some of your favorite people in the world all in one place to be with you on your birthday meant more than you could explain. Speaking of Joe, you hadn’t seen him yet.

You are in the middle of asking Chase Brown’s girlfriend Jazmyn if she has everything she needs from her baby registry when you spot him. In his hands is the most beautiful heart shaped gold birthday cake and he’s beaming as he starts the “happy birthday” song and everyone in the room joins in. Your eyes are closed when he sets the cake in front of you, telling you to make a wish. The first reaction is to ask him what more could you wish for when you have everything you could possibly want right in front of you, yet you indulge him and stand still to think for a little while before blowing out your candles and letting people try the cake.

Between the conversations about playoff scenarios and resolutions for the new year, the room is bustling with activity. Even Joe seems relaxed, a water bottle in hand and never really taking interest in being more than five feet away from you at all times. You catch his eyes a few times throughout the afternoon, a comforting smile here and there going a long way while the people in your home happily mingle and make significant dents in the amount of food available. Nobody really seems to notice that the two of you have snuck off other than your moms, who exchange knowing smiles.

“Alright, you have to stop.” You tell him once you’re finally alone.

“Stop what? What am I doing?”

“Stop looking at me with that face. That I’ve seen you naked several times face, don’t give me that face. Not with my mom in the room. Because when you make that face and you’re staring at me with that—freaking stare I want to do something about it. And I can’t. Cause my mom is in the room. And so is yours. So stop it. That should’ve been my birthday wish.”

Joe rolls his eyes, closing the already short distance between you. “Well, when you say a wish out loud, it doesn’t come true.”

He’s looking at you again, less intense this time, more…soft. You’re the only person in the world that gets to see him like this, completely undone and void of his impenetrable exterior. This is the man you’ve continued to fall in love with the more you’ve gotten to know him. And when your lips meet his you can’t help but grin, brushing your finger along the side of his jaw with your thumb. The kiss is as soft as a feather, almost painfully slow as Joe teases you, letting you trace his top lip with your tongue until he opens his mouth and takes charge. Before the kiss goes any further he pulls away, sitting down in one of the oversized swivel chairs in the corner of the room and letting you settle on his thigh.

“When did you have time to do all this?” You ask him earnestly, “I mean with your schedule and the end of the season. How did you—”

He leans into your touch, kissing the tiny space behind your ear that he knows makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. “No matter what’s going on in my life, I will always find time to celebrate my favorite person in the entire world. I really wanted you to feel special today.”

“You make me feel special everyday. But for what it’s worth, you’re my favorite person in the world too.”

Joe kissed you on the head, patting your leg so you can stand up first. He tells you to wait here, signaling there’s one more surprise in store. In his hand is a card for you to read…alone. “I’ll be out there making sure Sam hasn’t eaten all of your cake,” he jokes, giving your hand a squeeze on his way out.

Running your fingers across the front of the letter, you admire Joe’s handwriting, trying to think of what could possibly be inside the envelope. Your curiosity gets the best of you rather quickly and you’re tearing it open, holding a small piece of paper in your hand.

Happy birthday baby,

I’ve been thinking about the perfect way to close out the day. Then I thought about birthday sex and doing unspeakable things to each other and got a little distracted. So I took a break to regroup and come up with an actual plan. Today is about you and how amazing you are. How you’ve changed my life for the better. How you’ve been my rock every step of the way during this up and down season. One that I wouldn’t trade for the world because at the end of the day, I get to play football, which love and then I get to come home to you, which I’m starting to love more and more every day. You’re my dream come true and I’m so lucky to get to do life with you.

And if you ever tell anyone I wrote you a love letter on your birthday I’ll deny it. We are taking this to the grave.

I love you,

Joe

You were already in tears halfway through the letter, the waterworks in full effect when two tickets to Disneyland in Tokyo were taped to the bottom of the letter.

How was he ever going to outdo this birthday?

The Bengals should seriously consider signing you for a short term contract the way you wrap Joe up in your arms as soon as you spot him. If he hadn’t seen you coming and knew your reaction, you probably could’ve taken him to the ground. “I take it you liked the present?”

You shrug, “not a bad first offseason trip,” the facade quickly fades and you hug him again, “thank you Joey, for everything today…and everyday. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He leans into you, resting his head on yours for a few seconds.

Tilting you head up, you look at him. “Wait…is this why you got us the bucket hats?”

“That’s exactly why I got us the bucket hats. We gotta fit the vibe babe. Blend in.”

You huff out a laugh. “Right. Of course.”

You once scoffed at an 8:30pm bedtime and now it was hard to keep your eyes open at 9:16pm, laying in bed next to Joe. And you swear you just heard him giggle, leaving you wide awake.

“Did you party too hard birthday girl?”

“It’s not funny! I’m getting too old for this,” you mumble into his side.

Sometimes you don’t even remember what life was like before him. And you definitely don’t want to know a life without him. Here he was Mr. Football fiend, in the middle of the season, going above and beyond to make you feel celebrated, special and loved beyond measure. And he’s always so warm, being in his arms is grounding you, slowly lulling you back to sleep.

The two of took a power nap so you could make it to the ball drop. At 11:59, he wished you happy birthday again and you kissed him at midnight wishing him a happy new year.

“Thank you for escaping the womb. I’m really glad you did that.” He pulls on your—well his—hoodie strings so you can’t see, kissing your nose.

“You’re a freaking idiot.”

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My Little Flower

❀ Grumpy!Bucky x Sunshine!Reader (F)

❀ Sexual Content, hand kink, fingering, fluff, loving sex 🥺, slightly jealous and possessive bucky, P in V sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, some douche bag trying to flirt with the reader, (if there is anything else please let me know!)

❀ Request: just some primal, sensual love with Bucky 😍 “Beefy Bucky for da win 🤤” (yes I agree!) ❀ Trope: Grumpy!bf x Sunshine!Reader

❀ A/N: This was requested through my blurb link! Thank you to the amazing anon who gave me this request! THANK YOU! I NEEDED THIS! I hope you enjoy it!!

When Bucky first met you, it was in your flower shop. He hadn’t seen such beautiful flowers since his time in Brooklyn back in the 40s. And once he saw you, he knew he needed to buy some flowers for you, his charm coming back once again. Even in hiding, he wanted you and he would hope you wanted him as well. 

“Hello sir! How can I help you?” You ask the scowling man in front of you. He looked stunned at how happy you were, even in the presence of someone so… angry. Bucky couldn’t help but run his eyes over your bright yellow sweater and embroidered flowers on your jeans, a smile appearing on his face. 

“Uh, what is your favorite arrangement that you have done?” He asks abruptly, catching you off guard with the question. You move from behind the counter and go to the large fridge holding all of your ready-to-sell bouquets. You point to a chrysanthemum and chamomile arrangement and explain the meanings behind the flowers. 

“It’s my favorite because the yellow and pinks are just so bright, and it makes me happy.” 

Bucky sweeps a hair behind his ear and into his hat, looking at the delicate bouquet that you put together yourself. He gently grabbed the brown paper bag-wrapped arrangement and walks to the counter with you. You tell him the total and he gives you what you need and then some. He then goes completely out of his comfort zone. 

He musters up the courage and pushes himself, “Will you go on a date with me?” 

You tilt your head at the man, a smile on your face. “I would absolutely love to. I get off in an hour, is that ok?” He nods and waits at the coffee shop just down the street from your shop, the flowers in hand and a small smile on his face.

From that day forward, you and Bucky had gone out and gotten to know each other. He trusted you enough to open up to you, and you were there for him when he had night mares. When he woke up in a cold sweat each night, you were there to calm him down and hold him until he fell asleep again. 

He loved you, and he would never let you go.

When you came home from work, you seemed tense. Bucky could sense it when he met you at the door. “Are you alright, my flower?” You nod, but instantly sink into his arms when he wraps them around you. His scent of maple and brown sugar brought you comfort, and you knew that you were home. 

“A guy came into the store today, a-and he-” You felt sick inside as you recalled the day's memory. “He told me no one would ever want to have sex with me, a-and that I would be better off with him. I- I made him leave and locked him out of the store, b-but I can’t help but feel he might be right.” Bucky growled to himself at the sound of someone hurting you, but his eyes softened at the tears that pooled in yours. He pulled you to the couch and kneeled down in front of you. 

“Oh baby, that guy can go fuck himself. He doesn’t know who he’s talking about. You are so mesmerizing and I don’t know what I would do without you.” He pauses to grab your hands. “Let me show you how loved you are, and that you belong to me and only me.” He says in a low voice, his thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands comfortingly. 

And boy, did he show you how loved you were. As you lay with your back against the headboard, Buckys thick fingers pump in and out of your soaking wet pussy. “Oh yeah baby, feel that? You feel how my fingers fit perfectly? No one else would be able to. Only me!” He growls possessively and you whimper in response. You reach for his other hand, his veins popping out as he flexes his fist in your hand. You bring his fingers to your mouth, and he smirks up at you. “You like my hand baby?” You nod shyly and smile around his fingers in your mouth. 

He smiles in return and removes his jeans and boxers. He pulls your ankles to shift you down the bed and he hovers over your body. He was just getting started… “Are you ready, my little flower? You want daddy to fuck you?” You nod desperately and you run your fingers through his shoulder length hair, pulling it from its bun. 

He moans as he pushes into you, and you bury your face in his neck. You cling to his broad shoulders and moan into his ear as you take his thick cock. “D-daddy, s-s-so big…” you whisper, making Bucky twitch inside of you. He lays you back down on the pillow and holds your hands above your head as he starts to move in and out of your wet hole. He squeezes your fingers and smiles as your face contorts into a face of pleasure. 

As he fucks you, he talks to you and it makes you so happy. “I may be a grump, but you make my life so much better… my god you’re perfect…” he groans as you squeeze his cock, and he knows that you’re close. “Come on baby flower, I can feel how close you are, come apart on my cock.” 

You listen to his command, instantly reaching your orgasm as moves his hand from yours to rub your clit. Your moans are like music to his ears and he nuzzles his nose against yours. His thrusts slow down and you reach down to hold his hips to yours, hinting you want him to cum inside of you. He looks at you just to make sure, and you nod. He thrusts one more time and his eyes close as his spend paints your cunt white. 

“Mmm, baby flower.. I love you so much.” He whispers, gently pressing his lips your nose first and then capturing your plump lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue pushing against you. You happily open up, and he pushes all the way in. He stays inside of you for a couple minutes, rolling you over so you are on top of his chiseled body. You lay on his chest and he kisses your sweat-covered forehead. 

“You’re perfect, and you’re mine… my little flower.” 

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HIIII CARINA!! BIGGEST CONGRATS ON 2K!!! you are so amazing and your writing is so so beautiful!! you are the most deserving of such a huge milestone <333

i was wondering if you could argue regulus black with number 24 from the aus list? he is very dear to me, your honor <33

HIIII SWEET ANON!! thank you so so much, you are just so awfully kind<33 giving you a big smooch and a little bit of reggie xx this will be the "soulmates cannot injure one another" au !

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i will ARGUE for prompt 24 "soulmate au" with regulus black

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, black family trauma, implied childhood physical abuse, acid, somewhat sunshine!reader

wc: 2k (i will write short drabbles she said. they will be less than 1.5k she said. girl.)

Regulus knew he should tell you, and he knew he should do so soon – Sirius had even gone as far as to say he had to tell you. 

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he had no idea how.

Soulmates always felt so foreign to him growing up, some abstract concept he could not apply to the realities he saw around him. Someone who was destined to choose you and to love you, to the extent where it would be physically impossible for them to hurt or injure you in any capacity. No matter what he did, no matter how many nights he laid up thinking it over or how many books he devoured to understand it, Regulus could not make sense of it.

Even years later, when he had at last processed that love in and of itself should mean you could never harm the other, without any cosmic intervention, he had felt as if that was simply not a possibility for him.

Until Potions class.

Until his lovely, warm, capable – though, perhaps a bit clumsy in this instance – deskmate accidentally spilled an acidic potion all over his left hand. Until he was only frightened by the terror in your gasp and not any sensation spreading over his skin. Until he had to shield his hand from view and pretend to go to the infirmary immediately, because he was entirely, wholly unscathed. 

Now he has spent an entire week hiding his hand from view lest anyone see his distinct lack of scarring. He has also spent three whole days hiding from his concerned older brother who at last demanded to see his hand and whose eyebrows shot up farther than they should have been able to when Regulus’ hand remained silky smooth.

Regulus knew he had to tell you, but he could not.

Because out of any person he had ever met in his life, you were the one he would have begged at Heaven’s gates to have as his soulmate if he had believed himself to possess one. For the first few days he wondered if you being his soulmate was perhaps the reason why he felt so strongly about it, but that was not fathomable enough for him. 

You had always caught his eye, with your laugh and your eyes and your atmosphere. Not once in his whole time at Hogwarts had he walked into a room you were in without noticing you immediately. That could not be chalked up to your apparent soulmate bond; not when your intellect, beauty and aura spoke for themselves as clearly as they did. 

Regulus was certain everyone noticed you, because how could they not?

Regulus being Regulus, though, never did much with that warm feeling in his chest. He let you live and admired you from a distance. You once told him you didn’t even know he remembered your name before Slughorn assigned you as deskmates, his face schooled into indifference as always. That never made sense to him either.

As deskmates, whatever connection you had blossomed. Regulus began to consider you a friend, perhaps even one he would dare call dear. You said the same, but he thought you kind enough to embrace everyone as a friend.

It was because of your kindness and his previous determination to admire you from a distance that he felt he could not tell you. It would be cruel, not to mention ironic. He had joked many a time that you should be more assertive of your boundaries, that you should not allow just about anyone into your life – at the time you had both laughed, but he also meant it. Your openness was something he admired, but also feared, for your sake. You might just end up with the worst of the worst because you thought you could rearrange its letters.

Regulus knew his letters needed rearranging, and he feared you would believe it your task just because the universe said so. What did the universe know?

Despite his many minutes of internal monologue trying to gear him towards confessing, he was increasingly deciding not to. The more he let himself think, the further he spiralled, and guilt and selfishness took over his every cognitive ability.

Because if you accepted Regulus’ hand just because you were too kind not to, his heart might break. It would be selfish, but he was selfish, and he could not help it.

“Regulus?”

Fuck. 

Turns out when you hide away in the owlery for bordering on an hour to gather yourself and deal with your thoughts, others might catch on. And who else but you would be attentive enough to catch up on his absence and deduce where he was?

Regulus pulled his robes down over his hands and turned his head around towards the door with a half-smile, still leaning against the windowsill with both elbows. “Oh, hi, love. What are you doing here?”

You stood in the doorway smiling brightly, leaning a head against its frame. “I was about to ask you that very same question. I haven’t seen you at all this week, not since Potions. Are you still certain you’re alright?”

You walked towards him as you spoke and despite the sweetness of your words, something about the intensity of your gaze made Regulus feel like he was being cornered. He remained rigid still, following your movements without ever breaking eye contact. You hoisted yourself up into the wide window sill, thigh dangerously close to his elbow.

He pressed his clothed hands further to his chest and held your gaze steadily, schooling his face as much as possible. “Yes,” he almost whispered. “Like I said, I’m alright, I swear it. Pomfrey caught it early. I really don’t want you to worry about it, it wasn’t your fault.”

You bobbed your head side to side and narrowed your eyes at something outside the window. “It was kind of my fault, and as your deskmate I’m all but legally obligated to worry.” You turned your face back towards him with a blinding, almost cheeky smile. “I, uhm, that’s why I stopped by Pomfrey’s too, actually. After. Legal obligation to check up on you with the matron herself.” 

If it wasn’t for the fire blazing in his face, Regulus was certain his blood would have frozen in his veins. He didn’t blink or swallow, still as a statue as his gaze settled on the space between his elbow and your thigh. 

“She said she hadn’t seen you that day,” you continued, your voice still light and airy. Not accusatory, not upset. Knowing. “Though, you already knew that, of course.”

Regulus cleared his throat forcefully. “Sorry, lo– just, uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, hating not having control in a situation, much less so over his own words. “I managed to heal up rather quickly on my own.”

It was a weak explanation, but he had no idea how to explain walking scot-free away from that situation without a healer. You seemed to agree with him because you laughed a little, bumping into his elbow purposefully to catch his attention.

When he looked up to meet your eyes, mirth was dancing in them, your lips drawn taut. “See, at first, I wondered if maybe we didn’t make the potion correctly – which would have been odd for us, but you know, it can happen to anyone. That it wasn’t acidic enough to actually make any injury. I only noticed when I got back to my own dorms that the splash was larger than I originally thought. I just saw the potion hit your hand and focused on that, but turns out my own robes were all burnt through.” You lifted your right arm to show how your sleeve had scattered holes from where drops of acidic potion hit it. “So, clearly it was effective enough to make some harm. And I was thinking and turning it over, how we possibly could not have been hurt.”

Regulus cut off your speech with the strangled noise that escaped his throat at the confrontation. “Y/N…” 

Again, he was not looking at you, but you bumped his elbow one more time. With a deep breath, he rose to his full height to look at you. “Have you pieced two and two together yet?” Your voice was gentle, not an ounce of mockery in it, or even expectation. Just wonder.

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.” 

Regulus felt as if it was not him saying the words, as if this was happening to someone else. His movements were slow like they would have been when submerged in water, but there was a flame slowly lighting in his chest. 

Your expression grew a bit timid, small smile spreading. “Does it? Make sense, I mean?”

He understood what you were asking, but he could not understand why you were. Of all the things to react to in this situation, of all the things to be unhappy about. He wanted to say no, he wanted to say “you deserve better” but none of those words passed his lips.

“I– I think so.” An involuntary upward twitch of the corners of his lips. “Or at least, I hope so.”

“It makes sense to me,” you whispered. “If I’m honest with you, I have been hoping for it for quite some time.”

“Is that why you spilled the potion on me?” Even as Regulus spoke he began to laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood despite being aware that it was mostly his hesitation keeping it down.

You pretended like you were about to kick him for it, beautiful laughter spilling past your lips. “Don’t be mean to me, Regulus Black. Just because you can’t hurt me physically doesn’t mean you can’t wound me.”

He furrowed his brows and took a step closer to you, almost standing between your legs where you were sitting on the ledge. “Aren’t you scared of that?” There was more vulnerability in his voice than he would usually allow, but with you, it just felt right. “That I’ll… wound you? I’m not a good person.”

Your smile turned sad. He had a funny feeling that it was for him and not because of him. “I’m not. There is nothing to be scared of.” You said it so matter-of-factly, as if this was a universal truth. “You don’t get to decide if you’re a good person or not, your actions define that for you. And yours have been nothing but kind.”

When he tried to look down at his feet, abashedly, you stretched your hand out in front of you, an offering for him to take.

Ever so slowly he retracted his left hand from his robes and gently placed it in yours, palm against palm. He managed to just barely catch glimpse of the smile that spread across your lips at the sight of his unscarred skin. You squeezed his hand with your own.

“We don’t have to act on it, if you don’t want to.” The tone of your voice had changed, it was much more subdued, uncertain. “Lots of people don’t. I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Do you want to not act on it?” Regulus knew it was cruel to turn the question back to you, to force you to be the first to make such a confession. As previously stated, he was selfish. He knew that, even if you didn’t yet.

You held his gaze unwaveringly and spoke the scariest and most beautiful word he had ever heard: “No.”

At last, a full-fledged smile fought to spread across his face as he huffed a laugh. “That makes two of us, then.”

He would have lived through the terror of voicing his feelings out loud a thousand times over for the pure joy he saw light up in your eyes at that. “Yeah?” You pulled him closer by your joined hands, your smile was all teeth.

“Yeah.” He spoke breathlessly, finally stepping in between your legs, faces inches away from each other. “I don’t know how to do this. But I do know that I want to do it with you.”

Regulus had been kissed before, or at least so he thought. He had never been kissed like this, though, and he never would by anyone else again.

[oldwritingm]

hihi it’s the anon from the one req with the prime empire outfit thing :3 !! i was wondering if you could do something similar but with a reader who wakes up before them and makes them food ?? your writing is so munchable (positively)

Yaay good to have you back!!! I cannot express how joyous it makes me to know that people actually enjoy my silly scrawlings 🥹

Ninjago - Making Breakfast For the Ninjas

Kai

He is NOT a morning person

Definitely the type of guy to say “just five more minutes” like eight times before he finally drags himself out of bed

But when he wakes up to the smell of food…

And you’re not next to him…

He’s more than motivated to get up

He follows the smell into the kitchen, sighing to himself when he sees you at the stove

He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck

“Come back to bed, my sunshine.”

“You don’t want breakfast?”

“…keep cooking.”

He leans on you, half asleep while you finish frying some eggs and bacon

He’s still a little groggy while you eat together, but you can see him waking up the more he eats

You watch him carefully, watching for any signs that might indicate his opinion on your cooking

Polishing off his first plate, Kai blinks the rest of the sleepiness from his eyes

You make eye contact, both smiling softly

Your lips curl into a bigger grin when he asks for seconds

Still, you can’t help but tease:

“What about going back to bed?”

“Nah. I’m up now. Your amazing cooking has worked its magic on me.”

He smirks as you blush, grabbing his plate to get him another serving

Watching you, he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky

Again, he’s not a morning person, but he’s discovered his new favorite way to wake up

Jay

When Jay wakes up, the first thing he does is check to see if you’re awake

He refuses to get out of bed unless you go with him, and he expects you to do the same

So when he wakes up and you’re not there, he’s a little offended

But then some worry starts to settle in

Did something happen? Surely that must be the case; why else would you break your routine?

Hauling himself out of bed, he hurries around the house, calling your name

He perks up when he hears your response in the kitchen

Dashing in, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you alive and well, even smiling at him from your station at the stove

You perceive his worried expression, suddenly feeling a little guilty for abandoning him in bed

“Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”

He sighs in relief, assuring you that he’s just glad you’re okay

He starts rambling about his dream he had, taking a seat at the table while you finished grilling waffles

He doesn’t stop (aside from a quick “thanks”) when you set his plate in front of him

But when he takes his first bite, he freezes mid-sentence

“…is it okay..?”

“Oh my Borg. Y/n. You beautiful savant. This is amazing.”

You smile giddily as he shovels the food down his gullet

When he’s finished, he reclines in his chair satisfactorily

“This absolutely makes up for getting up before me. But next time let me wake up with you, okay?”

Cole

Cole could sleep through a category 5 hurricane

He certainly sounds like one when he snores

So it’s no surprise to him when he wakes up and you’re not there

Actually, that’s what he’s used to

He’ll lumber out of bed and make his way to the bathroom, where he’ll find you getting ready for the day

That’s how you start your day: one a tad later, but always together

When he goes to the bathroom and finds it empty, he’s baffled

He stands there for a solid minute, waiting for the grogginess to leave his head so he can think clearly

Before that happens, he’s enticed by the smell of pancakes

He follows the aroma to the kitchen, where two of his problems are solved

One, he’s found you

Two, you’re making breakfast, so his hunger will soon be satiated

He stands behind you, placing his burly arms and his chin on the top of your head

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Pancakes. You want butter and syrup?”

“Mmmm. You know me so well.”

He stays by your side while you cook, trying to keep the drool in his mouth

You make him a high stack of pancakes, which you both know he’ll absolutely destroy

Before he even takes his first bite, he’s already complimenting your cooking

The compliments keep flowing while he eats, bringing a flattered pinkness to your cheeks

When he’s done, he lets out a dreamy sigh, placing his chin on his palm, admiring you

“My partner’s drop-dead gorgeous and the best cook in the world. Wakes me up with pancakes. Pancakes!”

“Only because you deserve it.”

You share a sticky kiss that tastes like maple syrup, which silently prompts you both to go brush your teeth and get ready for the day

Zane

Zane's usually the one to wake up earlier and get breakfast started, so you'll have to be really early if you want to surprise him

He assumes you're just in the bathroom when he doesn't see you in bed, so he shrugs it off and heads to the kitchen

He blinks in shock when he sees you already there, setting the table with omelettes and toast

He hurries over to you, reaching out to take the butter from your hands, but you dodge him

"Nuh-uh, you just sit down."

He reluctantly obeys

While you eat, you can't help but notice his curious glances at you

Eventually he breaks the silence

"Why did you do this?"

"Because I love you. I wanted to treat you."

His gentle smile does little to express how touched he is

You know he's a man of few words, so just having him finish his plate is enough to tell you he liked the meal

You grin proudly to yourself as you gather the dishes

He absolutely insists on helping you clean up, will NOT take no for an answer

While you clean up together, he gives you constructive feedback on your cooking

He figures it'd be more valuable to you than just compliments

And of course it is; he's basically a master chef, and you're getting free advice

Lloyd

For Lloyd, having you by his side when he wakes up is a 50/50 chance

Sometimes he gets up first, sometimes you get up first

So he's not exactly surprised waking up alone

What does catch his attention is the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air

He breathes it in deeply, wondering where it could be coming from at such an early hour

Eventually he gets up to investigate, and to his surprise (and delight) there are fresh-baked cinnamon rolls on the stovetop

And who but his lovely s/o mixing cream cheese icing on the counter?

He leans over the pan of rolls, wafting the smell into his nose

The sound startles you, but you smile when you realize it's only Lloyd

"Good morning."

"Morning. Did you make these?"

"No. A bipedal horse dropped them off."

"Har-har. Well, they smell fantastic, love."

He practically begs you to let him help spread the icing

You later realize that he really just wanted to lick the spoon... and the bowl

You eat the rolls informally as you sit on the counter, not bothering to use plates

Your hands end up stickier than the rolls themselves

Giving up on licking your fingers, you finally decide to go wash up

While getting ready, Lloyd clings close to you, expressing his abundant gratitude

"The rolls were so so so good. Just like you; you're so good to me. I love you."

Apparently your gesture got him feeling all mushy, because you ended up spending the rest of the morning curled up together watching TV on the couch, receiving sporadic kisses on your hands and head

Nya

Nya likes waking up early, but she doesn't like to disturb you

She'll immediately switch to stealth-mode when she wakes up, silently slipping out of bed and into the bathroom

She doesn't even notice that you're not in bed; she's too focused on being quiet

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, only to hear your voice:

"Hey, I made parfaits—"

"First Spinjitsu Master, Y/n!"

"Pfff—sorry, my flower! I didn't mean to scare you!"

If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now

You decided to enjoy your yogurt parfaits while watching the sunrise

Spoon in one hand, Nya's hand in the other, you watched the sky grow brighter

Occasionally you would sneak a glance at your girlfriend, smiling to yourself at how beautiful she was, even after barely waking up

Little did you know she was doing the same

You continued to watch even after your parfaits were gone

Just as the sun peeked over the horizon, staining the sky a vibrant orange, you heard Nya say:

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She brought your hand to her mouth, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles

"The parfait was delicious. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Should we go get ready now?"

"Let's watch the sunrise for a little longer."

Thank you sweet anon for this marvelous request! And thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! <33

(divider by saradika)

[the-lonelybarricade]

LB my dear dear! I have devoured all yours and MB's ao3 works till date ❤️🤌 and I am feeling pathetically ravenous for more 🫠. Although my question is- since I have seen people asking you for suggestions as to which blog and which writer to look to for more feysand/elucien content I would like to request the same only and only if you are comfortable and have the time for this pressing request. And thank you even if you couldn't for some reason im only scared since you are busy and wouldnt want to burden you with such an exigent task. . I'm sorry to bother you That would be it 🥺 👉👈

You want blog suggestions for Elucien/Feysand authors? And you think you're bothering me??? Anon, this happens to be my exact area of exertise and there is nothing love more than hyping up my friends!

To kick us off my lovely friend @velidewrites is an extraordinarily talented writer and artist, and also just an all-around ray of sunshine whose blog I cannot recommend enough.

There's also @writtenonreceipts who's every work is literal potery. Pick any of her stroies and you will come undone.

@belabellissima has a beautiful Feysand/Elucien series called the State of Grace and is also one of my favorite people 🥺💝

@azrielshadowssing also regularly feeds us with delciioiusly sinful Feysand and Elucien stories 🥰 hehehe definitely read the tags though!

Among a host of other incredible fics, @damedechance has an onlyfans series that will make you feral - Playgirl (Elucien) and darling.exe (Feysand) 👀👀 Come back to me once you finish losing your mind

@xtaketwox and @itsthedoodle come as Feysand/Elucien pair hehe. @xtaketwox has treated us to lots of goodies, but I wanted to highlight her modern soulmate AU which has a dedicated work for Feysand, Elucien, and Nessian! @itsthedoodle has written so many beautiful feysand oneshots and is the sweetest, most unhinged person you'll ever have the pleasure of knowing.

@asnowfern is so talented and writes for a lot of different pairings, including Feysand and Elucien! Right now she's working on a stunning Feysand AU inspired by a chinese legend called Till Forever Falls Apart

if you're a fan of next-gen, @areyoudreaminof has lots of adorable fics and headcanons centering around Elucien and Feysand as parents!

@witch-and-her-witcher again writes for many couples, including Feysand and Elucien! She recently wrote a Feysand and Nyx oneshot, The Little Tiger, that completely fractured my heart and put it back together.

@thegloweringcastle is another extremely talented writer who has a wealth of feysand and elucien fics! One I really love is the The Law of the Land which is a Feysand western AU with background Elucien 🤠

@darling-archeron has been in this fandom since 2016 and in that time has blessed us with so much wonderful Feysand and Elucien content!! (One day you really need to sit us all down and tell us the fandom lore we all missed out on from the acomaf/acowar releases 👀)

@iambutmortal has a lot of delicious Feysand and Elucien stories! For Elucienweek last year she wrote a really addicting story called The Honeymooners

@labellefleur-sauvage has written so many incredible Elucien fics! As well as a very delicious monster!Feyre fic called Meet Me In the Woods hehehe 👀

@foundress0fnothing always blows me away with her writing. For Elucienweek last year she wrote an Elucien sex cult fic titled Both Forever and Rather Die that lives in my head rent free.

@howlingcaptaincommando is working on a really amazing pirate AU, Never Shall I Die, centering around Elucien, Nessian, and Feysand!

@vulpes-fennec has so many lovely stories, including her Prythian Fantasia WIP which centers on the Archeron sisters and their mates 😍

@popjunkie42 has yet to dip her toes into writing Elucien but maybe one day we can convince her 👀👀 That said she has so many amazing Feysand works such as Hate Me Instead and her current WIP Blossoming In Winter.

Likewise my dearest friend @wilde-knight has only written Elucien and Nessian, but I can't recommend her works and blog enough!! She's working on an amazing Princess Bride AU called Burnished Gold

@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship is a die-hard Feysand, Elucien, Gwynriel, and Nessian! Currently they're working on a Feysand fic Five Minutes to Midnight which also features background Elucien!

@octobers-veryown creates so many wonderful moodboards for variuos ships and characters! I cannot recommend following them enough💕

And finally @rosanna-writer, @reverie-tales, @thesistersarcheron, and @starfall-spirit are my multishipping queens 🥰 On their blogs you'll find wonderful content for Feysand, Elriel, Elucien, and other ships as well!

[elainsgirl]

I just had to let this out: I was lurking on Elriel edits on tiktok and saw lot's of comments on why people prefer Elucien or Gwynriel and it's always one of the following reasons: it's too predictable, 3 sisters and 3 brothers, Elain doesn't deserve Az or can't handle his darkness. Always one of these.

Like they don't even bother to list as to why they want their own ship or have solid reasons aside from how they don't like Elriel so they like another.

It almost sounds like: Elriel isn't good so I want ... or ... ship.

It's amazing how most like/want their own ship because of their dislike for Elain/Elriel.

I can't wait for her book to come out so that Sjm can prove how all had been wrongly judging Elain's power and personality ❤️. How she has an amazing strength and is beautiful inside and out. How she is strong enough to handle Azriel's darkness, altough I think the main reason Azriel wants to be around Elain is because he admires and loves her light/her peacefulness.

I also want more to realize that Azriel has this domestic side which longs for the peace and quiet that Elain can offer in relationship. Them sitting in the garden and her baking bread while he taking it from her like the husband of the house. These are already shown to us. I just hate how people ignore that some couple are like this and if that is boring and predictable to you then maybe read some mystery romances that are less predictable as to who will end up with who 😬.

Elriel is so beautiful and underrated within the fandom that it hurts 🤧

They are all thropes together. Opposite attract yet also very similar to each other, forbidden love and pining/yearning, dark and light/ moody and sunshine, friends to lovers and maybe also love at first sight since we don't know much about their POV yet and to when exactly the attraction started. And I can go on and on

Hey anon 🫶

Saying elriel is too predictable is so funny because thats the point. You’ve successfully managed to pick up the foreshadowing Sjm was laying out, Nessian were predictable and obvious yet no one cared as much. 3 sisters x 3 brothers is literally fate and seems predestined which is the whole point of the acotar series. Idk I just think if you really hate the direction the series is going in you can always dnf instead of criticising it. It is a book from the fantasy genre which is often filled with cliches or repetitive plots. Im not even going to argue w Elain not being able to handle Azriels darkness- those antis just coddle elain and treat her as some oblivious child.

Most antis only ship Ga/El bcs they just dont like elriel. With the other ships they’re so undeveloped that you can shape them to be however you want which is 10x more favourable.

YES! I can’t wait for Elains book to change so many peoples minds about her and show how much of a beautiful strong character she is in her own way, a different kind of strength. Im hopinh Elains character makes more people opem to softer coded fmcs. I agree, Elain seems to offer Az peace and quiet. Two people that can just exist together, understanding and truly seeing the other the way no one else has. She isn’t afraid of Azriel, his powers or scars and he didn’t back down and act as though she was crazy during acowar. They’re not afriad of each other. I truly love how Mass wrote them to be & cant wait for her to explore them more. Azriel’s domestic side always comes out with Elain and its just the cutest watching the big, scary shadowsinger blush bcs of Elain, taking her out, flying with her etc.

Elriel truly have the best tropes, and I know more people would like them if Lucien wasn’t Elains mate or Elain was more Nesta/Gwyn coded which sucks but these same people will read the elriel book and maybe change their mind - and see the amazing couple they were missing out on for years 🤭

I think thats one thing im really intrigued to know - Elain and Azriels first impressions. What was going through Azriels mind when he smiled at Elain clutching her fork. What did Elain see in Az that put her at ease and made her ask him questions. There’s so much backstory for elriel that I hope Mass writes and gives to us.

[zenkindoflove]

do you have any eris centric fic recommendations 👀

Hi anon! Thanks for reaching out.

Since you didn't mention any pairings, I interpreted this ask to mean you were either agnostic to pairings or wanting Gen Eris fic recs. So I decided to do a list of Gen Eris fics and also call out the other writers in this fandom who have written Eris x Male OC as a central storyline in their fics. I assume if you're asking me, it means you're familiar with my Erixius fics, and I'm gonna guess you'd be into reading other Eris x Male OC fics too! These fics are amazing and don't get nearly enough attention that they deserve.

Eris x Male OC

Fini by tessabeth (sorry not sure if on tumblr) This one-shot is about a young Eris who enters training as a gentleman and courtier, and falls for his instructor Olivier. Eris is so naive and hopeful in this fic. And Olivier is lovely and beautiful. It played like a movie in my head.

His Father's Song by @the-darkestminds By one of my really great friends, this one-shot also explores young love for a young Eris, who meets another Autumn Court boy by the name of Liam. They become best friends and slowly fall in love. Julia is known for her angst so make sure you get lots of tissue for this one. It punched me in the throat.

A Court of Burns and Truths by @summerbummin This multichapter fic was one of the first other Eris x Male OC centric fics I found. Rapheal is rambunctious and caring, and a healer Peregryn from Dawn Court. This fic also features a lot of other characters and fun pairings too!

A Court of Embers and Starlight by @olenvasynyt This is technically Lucien-centric, but this multi-chapter fic features several Autumn Court characters including Eris-focused chapters as well as Eris with a Male OC love interest. He's only just been introduced, but I'm so excited where Dana goes with him and Ensel. So far it sounds like they had an angsty/forbidden style relationship.

Gen Eris

A Blood That Burns by @fourteentrout This is a lovely one-shot that explores the relationship between Eris and his mother. It's nuanced, poetic, and doesn't flatten their mother/son relationship. I still think about this fic often because it had such a big impact on me!

This ain't no love that's guiding me by @lovely-vanserra-sunshine This two-parter explores a younger Eris, and the dynamics of his early days when he enters the courtship scene as the heir to Autumn. I love the vunerability of young Eris in this fic. @lovely-vanserra-sunshine also has a multichapter Eris-centric fic called Fanning Flames which I still need to read, but I've heard many many wonderful things and after reading this fic I'm sure it will also be what you're looking for.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful people! First of all, thank you so much for this blog. Your work is amazing!

I'm looking for some fic suggestions, if you'd be so kind in answering. I loved Slow Show and Old Vines, so I wanted something similar, a long AU fic that has a lot of pinning and some angst, but has a happy ending. Thank you ❤

Hi! The fics you've mentioned are very popular in the fandom, so I'd recommend checking our #fandom favourites tag, as well as our #pining, #human au, and #long fic tags for more to enjoy. Here are more to add...

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Keep it casual by Kiez21 (E)

Aziraphale has just been dumped by his boyfriend of thirteen years, right before turning thirty. While out with his friends, he meets a red-haired stranger that gives him one of the best nights of his life. Crowley's just moved into Tadfield looking for a fresh start. On his first night out, he invites a handsome stranger for a one night stand. It is just a one night stand, right?

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (M)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E)

After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings...

For His Eyes Only by AFrenchFanWriter (M)

Anthony J. Crowley has been an MI6 spy for 10 years, completing successful mission after successful mission under the guidance of his quartermaster, Aziraphale Fell. But this life is starting to take its toll on him as he is getting older; and when, one day, his past comes back to haunt him, Crowley realizes that it might be time for him to hang up his gun and face all the things he has left unaddressed… (Yep, it is basically a James Bond/Q AU!)

Driving in the Dark by Sarah_hadeschild (E)

Aziraphale, a small town librarian with a troubled past, has resigned himself to the impossibility of love. That is, until he meets a rough-around-the-edges motorcycle mechanic who reads Mary Oliver. TW for mentions of a past abusive relationship.

- Mod D

[kumasakka]

Hii! May I request domestic moment headcanons for an established relationship between reader and Gokudera? ❤️

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 ! ❞

⋆.˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. g.hayato x reader .

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. general headcanons about an established relationship between our biggest tsundere and our lovely reader which is you of course .

⋆.˚ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. ~0.65 .

⋆.˚ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff. f!reader. self - made au ! spoiler - free. safe for minors! crappy writing. kinda short asf. gokudera may seem ooc. no idea if I met the condition of domestic moments — actually I think I missed terribly. please forgive me dear anon </3

no.1 biggest tsundere ever existing in the katekyo hitman reborn universe. but what should I say, no shaming or no shame because if you tell him that he'll deny those outrageous accusations. how dare YOU call him tsundere? like, he would never (secretly doesn't mind cause it's you, shhhh).

Gokudera is the kind of person who gets easily angered and if someone messes with you, he'll send them straight to hell. no joke. yes serious. I swear to GOD if he sees one hair missing, hell will break out.

oh my god. you know what, Gokudera is actually possessive (+little bit obsessive). he hates sharing, he also wants to be your number one, because you are his first place (erm). he's sending death glares everywhere, and when your classmate asked for a pen, he will not be spared from the heated up stare.

this is a opposite attracts relationship. compared to him, you're lowkey chill and fun to hangout with. not an overly sunshine person, but not exactly a moon person. probably the star person.

by the way if you don't understand something in school, make sure to tell him. he will help you out of course. study sessions are HOURS long, that is if you don't mind. gokudera will try his best to shorten those hours if you're complaining though.

not to forget, he probably chills only at your place because your parents are super kind to him and his apartment is kinda empty, so he likes your place a lot. but if you two want some time alone, you're at his house.

I imagine that you two often have movie nights, watching movies all night even though you have school tomorrow. gokudera just to love wrapping his arm around you. as soon as he noticed that you fell asleep, he'll quietly turn off the tv, because he wants to watch the rest with you awake.

you're his background, so make sure that you have a pretty picture of him on your screen.

the type of boyfriend who is thirty minutes early for your date. that's actually so sweet because you sometimes try to be earlier, yet you always find him waiting for you.

one time while he was waiting for you, a girl spoke to him to ask for his number but he automatically turned 180 and began yapping about how beautiful you are and how he could never cheat on you while also showing off his wallpaper. and then you caught her quickly walking away, thinking he was some kind of freaky stalker. you know how embarrassed he was when you brought up the topic, only telling you of course he told her how amazing you are.

there are moments in your relationship where he actually is very calm, watching you closely. hell, he has a notebook where he writes every little detail about you.

girl, you're perfect. in his eyes you're the most perfect girl in the world. there is not a second where he thought otherwise even if you two have an argument, even if he thinks you're annoying sometimes. negative thoughts about you perish as soon as they came.

tsuna or you? he doesn't know actually. the most difficult question he ever had. but after years into your sweet, sweet, sweet relationship, he'd eventually choose you. trust. all those fanfics where he chose tsuna is fake (lowkey). just keep in mind that he'd rather die than betraying you OR tsuna (his second crush).

uri likes you a lot - his box animal is like him. that'd explain why uri hangs all over you. and sometimes he's jealous. sometimes is everytime.

bonus ! remember when a boy asked for your number but ran away because he saw some devil behind you? it was him.

oh! don't forget when someone threatened you and gokudera covered your eyes with one hand while punching that punk with his other hand.

© 2024 kumasakka — do not plagiarize , copy , modify , translate our work !

a/n's note — DOUBLE UPDATE BECAUSE I CAN AND SORRY AGAIN FOR NOT FULLFILLING WHAT ANON EXPECTED !!!!

[blue-willow-tree]

hii willow :) i’ve just been curious about something regarding what happens in a dom/sub relationship, and since you’ve had more experienced in a dom/sub relationship, i figured that i could come to you for help :) plus if any of your anons have advice for me too, it’d be awesome xx

i’m just wondering if it’s okay to have a... chill(?) dom/sub relationship. like, um, how do i say this, err– my sunshine and i do ‘play’/sext but it’s not as a lot or as open like you and your sailor, and many other people.

i’m wondering if i should be more... exciting? in a dom/sub relationship. maybe i’m not playing with my sub enough? or if i should be as ‘courageous’ and ‘open’ about my sub like other dommes.

i am in NO way bored with my sunshine nor do i think that she’s done anything wrong, i just wanna know if it’s normal that her and i have more... friendly talks than flirting 24/7.

she’s perfect, beautiful and such an amazing person and i guess i’m just wondering if i should... change? idk, or at least make the dom/sub relationship more exciting.

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Hi there, sweet girl x

Love, there is no specific rule on how you two handle your dynamic x Everyone is different, and that's alright <3 There are dynamics where the dom and sub are dating and are fully exclusive. There are dynamics where they aren't dating, but their sexual lives are exclusive to each other. There are dynamics where they've claimed each other, but they're still welcome to have open sex lives. It all truly depends on the two of you and what make you two the most comfortable, especially since it's online x

Also, it doesn't all have to be about kink x In fact, it shouldn't actually be all about kink. Every dynamic should also have a base of friendship, as there is aftercare involved and you'd want to know each other's favourite snacks, favourite movies and TV shows, and maybe the dom or sub feels chatty during aftercare <3 It's always good to have friendship involved too and it shouldn't be consistently about kink or flirting 24/7. The two of you have a beautiful friendship and there's no specific percentage of nsfw you have to be x

You don't have to feel pressured to be as "out there" as some other dynamics. It all matters on your personal kinks and pleasures x

If you two are happy and comfortable, don't change a thing <33 There's absolutely nothing you need to change, sweet love, and so far it looks like you and your pretty girl are so very happy with what you have <3 I adore you and her so so so much and I'm wishing you nothing but the best x

I hope I helped <33 You know where to find me if you ever need anything sweet girl <3

[rwrbficrecs]

Readers' Choice Rec List Part 1 of 7

To celebrate 500 followers we thought we'd do a special rec list featuring recs submitted by all of you, the readers ❤️ Though at the time of posting this, we're at 800+ followers 🥺 From the volunteers and I, thank you for supporting this blog. We hope it's been a helpful resource! Hope you enjoy these recs, with a little comment from the reader. Thank you to everyone who submitted a fic rec 🥰 I'll be posting a list everyday till all 7 parts are posted Go and leave these authors some love ❤️ Happy Reading! Theme: A fic that you’d like to celebrate and give some love to ❤️ the poem you make of me by @omgcmere

@celaestis1: Just as they speculate under the linden tree, Henry is a writer; Alex a model. The story is just so beautiful, sweet and smutty and funny.

Omakase by @orchidscript

@historicallysam: Orchid made me fall in love with a brash American who wants respect and a stoic Brit who wants to be himself. I could read this story every single day.

We'll Invite Something In by @smc-27

@historicallysam: President ACD & HRH Prince Henry, grown up and willing to work for what they want. It's one of my top two favorite stories in this fandom.

Spoke Love to Soul by @celaestis1

@emmalostinwonderland: The story is gripping, the characters are compelling, and the myth they chose is really under-appreciated. I rode the entire rollercoaster of emotions with this one, and I would gladly do it again.

cover to cover by Anonymous

anon: The characters' voices are amazing and the narration is just super sweet! A feel-good fic for anyone craving a good intimate time.

On Thin Ice by @pirates-against-heterosexuality (WIP)

anon: A really sweet, in progress, NHL AU. It's in progress but It's really enjoyable so far, especially as it draws a lot of similarities to book moments, without being a copy.

Heartaches and Cupcakes and Sunshine Boys by @everwitch-magiks

anon: This was the first RWRB fic I read, and it's still my favorite! Henry as a writer (and her skill writing as Henry) and the emotional depth of this fic are things I need in every fic!

love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves by @kapplebougher

anon: I am simply OBSESSED with this oneshot, I scream about it to anybody that will listen. I come back and read it every time I read the climax of Alex and Henry's argument in London. It is Henry POV and the first time I read it I truly wondered if it was CMQ writing Henry fic on AO3. Not only does it build on the signet ring and give background on what it means to Henry and parallels it with his parents, but it also weaves fire/water symbolism for Alex/Henry. The thing that gets me is the quote at the end though. It's just like the queer historical quotes from the emails in the books and it makes the ending SO PERFECT it just makes me go feral. I wish I could give it all the kudos!

Picture On Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

anon: absolutely beautiful and a roller coaster of emotions. 100% recommended.

religion's in your lips (even if it's a false god) by @coffeecatsme

anon: NSFW but also incredibly good and i need everyone to appreciate billie's writing!!!

Someday We Will Be Home by witchseeker1133

anon: this fic is incredibly special to me bc it was one of the first ones i read. it is very angsty but i think its worth a read.

[tidesreach]

Not the point of your meme but genuinely it makes me so emotional that they are doing slow burn friends to lovers romcom on 911 on abc. With two guys who were almost definitely never supposed to be more than friends. And eddie is literally going to have a fun silly happy coming out arc after buck had a (poorly executed) fun silly happy coming out last season. And now they might even be throwing mild grumpy sunshine trope in there. And eddie is not even the grumpy one. This is literally SO amazing I want to cry a bit about it… im literally clenching my fists as I say it but thank you tim do not mess this up…

we live in such a beautiful world anon <3

[minminyoonjii]

Cg! Skz anon back again!

I am so obsessed with your writing! It is amazing, and I can't find anyone else who writes skz like you do! Absolute perfection

I had two ideas so you can take your pick or ignore both!

1) Skz having to punish little reader for the first time (usually good little one)

2) Different roles they take on for little one (like is someone more of a stern cg while someone else is the playtime one. Maybe someone who is charge of a schedule or rules?)

❤️Ultimate Masterlist

💜Rules and Guidelines

🧡Stray Kids Scenarios Masterlist

🌹CW

Fem! Reader|Age Regression|Wholesome|Domestic Settings|Fluffy|Tooth Rotting Sweet||Daddy! Chan|Mama! Minho|Baba! Changbin|Jinnie! Hyunjin|Appa! Jisung|Mommy! Felix|Dada! Seungmin|Ninnin! Jeongin|Sick! Fic|Confrontations|Disappointment|Don't Worry They Still Love You|Worried Caregivers|Guilt-Tugging|Again They Still Love You, Breathe

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 2K

"Daddy, look it's snowing!" you squealed, pressing your face against the glass. Chan chuckled, carrying you up "Oh, yeah? Do you want to go play baby?" he asked, kissing your cheek. You giggled, practically buzzing in his arms "Yes! Can we, Daddy?" you asked, anticipating his answer. Chan cooed, "Of course, we can, baby girl. Let's get you dressed all cosy for the snow," he said, tickling your tummy. Giggles split past your lips "Daddy, no," you squeaked. "Where are all these beautiful giggles coming from, hm?" Changbin asked, peeking his head into the room. 

You gasped, a wide smile etched on your lips "Baba!" you cheered, squirming out of Chan's hold. Chan laughed, "Hang on, baby," he said, setting you down. Changbin gruffed, picking you up with ease "How's our little agi?" he asked, placing gentle pecks all over your face. You giggled, covering Changbin's lips with both of your hands. "Our little baby wants to play in the snow," Chan said, taking out your jackets and pants. Changbin licked your palm, making you shriek and pull your hands away "Oh really?" he asked, laughing as you wiped your hands on his shirt. 

Chan hummed, "Yup, the snow hasn't frozen up so it should be powdery enough for her to roll around in," he said,  putting the jacket over your shoulders. Changbin nodded, helping you stand on the bed for Chan to dress you up "I'll go see if any of the boys want to join," he said, ruffling your hair before walking out the door. You puffed your cheeks, blowing your hair away from your face. Chan chuckled, zipping up your jacket "C'mere baby girl, put your hand on my shoulder," he said, pulling thick pants up your legs. You wriggled, letting yourself get dressed. 

Chan smiled, "Excited little baby, aren't you?" he said, pinching your cheek lightly. Felix knocked on the door, "Channie hyung, is our sunshine ready?" he asked, walking in. Chan nodded, "She's all dressed. Baby, why don't you go down with Mommy first? Daddy will get dressed and see you later, okay?" he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You nodded, crawling off the bed to Felix "See you later, Daddy!" you giggled, Chan laughed, shaking his head in endearment as you closed the door behind you. "What do you want to do in the snow first, sunshine?" he asked, tucking your hair behind your ears, and placing your ear muffs on. 

"Hm, can we build a snowman, Mommy?" you asked, tilting your head. Felix cooed at how the bow on your ear muffs bounced with your movement "Definitely, sunshine," he said, leaning you to the backyard. "Tag!" a voice shouted, hurling a snowball right at Felix. He stumbled back slightly "I've been hit, sunshine. Avange me," he gasped dramatically. Your eyes widened, forming a snowball "I will avenge you, Mommy," you said, kissing Felix's cheek before jumping into the powdery snow. "Sweetheart, let's talk about this," Jisung said, raising his arms. 

You paused, staring at him suspiciously "Speak and I'll think about it," you asked, holding your snowball in hand. Jisung bowed, "Thank you, our merciful sweet girl. I didn't mean to attack your Mommy, I was aiming for the sneaky ferret," he explained, pointing towards Hyunjin. A loud dramatic gasp came from the same direction "How dare you, I just did my hair this morning. Show him no mercy, lovely," Hyunjin said, crossing his arms. Jisung's eyes widened, "Don't listen to him, sweetheart. He's, he's lying," he stuttered in a panic. Hyunjin scoffed, "Why would I lie?" he retorted.

Jisung fumbled, "I-I how would I know!" he yelled, running out of options. You giggled, "Attack!" you shouted, throwing snowballs at Jisung. "Ow, sweetheart. Ouch, please reconsider!" he yelled, unable to run in the tall snow blanket. You laughed, making as many snowballs as you could throw. Minho chuckled, carrying you away from the snow "Alright, cupcake. Give your Appa a tiny break, you can attack him again after," he said, placing you on his lap. You nuzzled into Minho's arms "Mama brought snacks?" you asked, looking up at him. Minho smiled, "I did. Here, take a bite," he said, feeding you.

The day went by and slowly it became dark. "Okay, it's time to come in, munchkin," Seungmin said, leaning against the back door's frame. You frowned, "But Dada just a bit longer?" you pleaded, jutting your bottom lip. "It's getting late, angel," Jeongin said, lifting you up from the snow. You sulked, hooking your chin over Jeongin's shoulder. "Aww, angel. You can play again tomorrow, we promise," he said, rubbing your back. You whined, burying your face into the crook of Jeongin's neck "I want to play today," you huffed. '

Seungmin cooed, "How about this, muchkin? You go to bed early tonight and you can play the moment you wake up," he proposed, preparing your bath. You weren't happy with the decision but you nodded, "Okay, dada," you mumbled, letting Jeongin remove your snow clothes. Seungmin smiled, "That's our sweet girl," he praised, kissing your forehead. Jeongin chuckled, helping you in the bath "Such a precious little angel," he said, lathering your body in soap. You melted under Jeongin's care, thoughts running through your head 'I'm going to play today,' you thought, determined by your decision.

Night came and everyone in the house fell asleep, except for one little girl wide awake in her bed. You looked at your plush "It's time," you whispered, wearing your thickest blanket, thinking it'll be enough to save you from the cold. Your plush shook its head 'This isn't a good idea,' it said, watching you in worry. "It'll be fine, it's just a bit longer," you rationalised. Your plush sighed, 'I still don't have a good feeling about this,' it mumbled, unable to do anything but watch you sneak out of your room. "Have to be quiet," you whispered to yourself, tip-toeing down the stairs to the back door,

You carefully opened the door, making sure it wouldn't squeak before jumping into the snow blanket. The snow was colder than you remembered and the thick blanket you had around you wasn't helping as much as you thought. After rolling around for a bit, your body began to shiver, and puffs of cold warm air escaped your lips in gusts of smoke. "Too cold," you said, teeth chattering from the drop in temperature. You waddled your way back into the house, tossing your thick blanket into the laundry where the other snow clothes were, and began to tip-toe back up to your room.

Your plush sat on your bed, waiting 'Was it worth it?' it asked, looking at your shivering figure. You nodded, changing into warm clothes, "Yup, all worth it," you slurred, burying yourself under your thick duvet. 

Morning came. Chan woke up, eyebrows furrowing at the alarm system on his phone flashing "What?" he mumbled, blinking himself awake. He clicked on the app, finding out about your little nighttime endeavour. Chan sighed, disappointed by your actions "What am I going to do about you, little one?" he asked himself, getting out of bed. He went down the stairs to see that Seungmin and Minho were awake, sipping on their coffee. "A little snow princess decided to pay us a visit last night," Chan said, handing Minho his phone. Minho frowned, "She did not," he said in disbelief. Chan hummed, "She did," he clarified, passing his phone to Seungmin.

Minho set his mug down "What if a wild animal decided to jump into our backyard? What if someone noticed her and took her away? God," he rambled, millions of what if's filled his head. Seungmin sighed, "I don't think she was thinking it through. I mean, of course, she wasn't thinking it through. Are we too lenient to her as caregivers?" he asked, internally doubting himself. Chan frowned, "No, she has always been good and the things we reward her are always deserved. It's just that this time, she didn't know the consequences of her actions," he said, reassuring Seungmin.

Hyunjin walked down, pausing at the entrance of the kitchen "Why is it so tense in here?" he asked, hair in disarray. Chan pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, handing his phone to Hyunjin. Soon everyone in the house knew about your winter adventure. You woke up panting, body burning with a fever. Weak whimpers echoed within the room as you held your plush tight. Chan knocked on your door, already deciding with the rest of the boys that your punishment would be to stay inside for the rest of the week. You whined, uncomfortable by how warm your body was becoming even though you felt your skin was chilly. 

Chan opened your door, "Are you awake, baby?" he asked, walking up to your bed. "Daddy," you sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks. Chan panicked, rushing towards you "Oh baby girl. Look's like you caught yourself a fever," he said, touching your forehead and neck. You whined, huffing out puffs of warm air. Chan walked to your door "Minho, we have a problem!" he shouted from the top of the stairs. "What's going on?" Minho shouted back, raising an eyebrow. "Our little girl got herself a nasty fever," Chan explained, running his fingers through his hair.

Minho cursed under his breath "Okay, I'll prepare the kit and let the boys bring them up to you," he said, taking out the forehead patches, panadol pills, and a warm bottle of water. "Bring this up first," Minho said, instructing Jeongin and Jisung. They nodded, "Got it, hyung," Jisung said, following Jeongin up the stairs. "Yongbok-ah, do you mind helping me with the chicken soup?" he asked, looking at Felix. "I don't mind, hyung. Just tell me what you need," Felix said, tying his hair up. Minho chuckled, taking out the stock from the freezer "Thaw this for now," he instructed, having Felix the container.

You furrowed your eyebrows, focusing on something else that isn't your discomfort. "Sweetheart if you only stayed inside last night," Jisung mumbled, making a slip of the tongue. Your eyes widened, "Huh?" you whispered, clutching your plush tight. Jisung purses his lips, slowly backing out of the room. Chan blinked, sighing "Baby girl, we know you went out last night," he said, running his fingers through your damp hair. You stayed silent, staring up at him with a guilty look. Chan frowned, "I can't say I'm not disappointed, baby," he said, stroking your cheek.

"I'm sorry," you whined, guilt eating you up. "I know you are, little one. I'm sure your fever is making that known to you," he said, booping your nose. You wrinkled your nose, burying your face into your plush. "Your punishment was supposed to be that you're grounded inside for the week, but it looks like you're bedridden either way," Chan said, running his hand up the back of your neck to push your hair. You pouted, feeling guilty and icky. Jeongin patted your stomach "You have to realize that what you did last night was a terrible idea, angel. This is far from the worst-case scenario," he explained, brushing your hair away from your face.

Tears began to well up again this time from the guilt, building in your heart. Minho walked in with a bowl of soup "Why is my pretty cupcake crying, hm?" he asked, setting the soup on your bedside table. You hiccupped, "I'm sorry I went out, Mama," you cried, weakly nuzzling yourself on Minho's lap. Minho cooed, holding you close "You had us all worried when we saw the footage, cupcake," he said, drawing more guilt-filled sobs from you. Minho held you tight, "I'm sure you learnt your lesson, didn't you sweet thing?" he asked, wiping your tears.

You nodded, tears spilling endlessly. Minho smiled, "That's good, cupcake. Your punishment is just this whole week, no more sneaking out to play in the cold snow, okay?" he asked, stroking your splotchy cheeks. You nodded, curling up against Minho's chest. "We'll take care of you our precious little girl," he said, rocking your sniffling figure.

[plumadot]

You got my brain going as are your anons. Ren and Doc get married for crime purposes, they didn't do it for love. They didn't expect to fall in love, but here they are. Falling for each other and falling rather hard and fast. But this wasn't the plan so for now they will keep it to themselves Doc falls for Ren because he's such a ray of sunshine, he's charming and very charismatic as well. And boy can he sing, the first time Doc hears Ren sing while Ren is doing a chore or cooking. Doc gets butterflies in his stomach. Even if he tries to deny it Ren is so caring, he works long hours and isn't getting enough sleep? Ren makes sure he goes to bed and gets enough sleep. He's not allowed to get stuck in a work loop and not come out and talk with their friends for to long either. And Doc might seem like a grump, but he feels so so cared for Ren falls for Doc when he gets to see a side most people don't. Doc is funny, smart and ambitious. But he also grounds Ren who can get wrapped up in dramatics of things. Doc is surpringly cuddly but only in private with Ren. Doc listens to him ramble about anything and everything. Ren knows his little hums and acknowledgement sounds means he's listening intently. Doc doesn't have to talk for Ren to get him. Watching Doc work is amazing to Ren, he's so so smart and makes such amazing things. They work so well together, and Ren can't deny the warmth he feels when Doc looks at him and smiles. There is something about this goat creeper hybrid that just makes his heart soar As much as Ren would love to tell everyone that he's in love with this man. He knows that Doc is a private man, and he's happy to just keep that between each other. Its much more special that way after all

gahhhhhhhhhhhh this entire ask reads as a beautiful love letter gfjdkjgkf <3 <3 <3

i think their entire dynamic is really casual but not at all like. surface-level because of it. things are just natural and easy!!!!!! they fit together and understand each other extremely well!!!!!!!! and it's fun!!!! they may still be a little shy but everything is fun together ;-; <3 <3 <3

idk what else to add to this aaaaaaaa what a lovely read thank you so much for the message!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ladychota]

hii, can i request loki watching the reader as they're drawing/painting and it's all just sweet and peaceful? :)

Just Drawing

Pairing - Loki x Reader

Warnings - Nothing (let me know if there's anything you want me to add)

Summary - You and Loki settle down to do some drawing.

Word Count - 650

A/N - Hope this is what you wanted Anon!

Masterlist

The pencil glides across the paper, your eyes flicking up every few seconds to copy the sharp shape of his jawline or the smooth curve of his cheek.

The lines vary in thickness from thin, faint lines of detail to hard, clear outlines. It takes a while to get his nose the perfect shape - or at least, as perfect as you can get it. Next, you trace the shape of his eyes, wishing you had a green pencil to capture the beautiful, emerald colour of his irises.

Loki doesn't know you're drawing him - he sits quietly in front of you, a book in his lap opened and held carefully so as not to break the spine or dogear the pages. You too were planning on getting lost in the world of a book, but watching his chest rise and fall evenly as his eyes dart across each word was too wonderful of a sight to simply pass up on.

You begin focusing on the shading once the basic shape is completed, wishing your skill was good enough to capture the contentedness in his eyes, his large, ink-black pupils flitting back and forth over the pages; the peacefulness in his face and the way his hair curls and falls softly over his shoulders; the way he is so relaxed in your company, slightly slouched against the sofa while his legs are crossed one over the other.

You find yourself lost by his beauty; he takes your breath away. You're so caught up in attempting to encapsulate him and the feeling he gives you in one drawing that you don't notice his soft eyes flicking from his book to you, sparks of curiosity swimming around in a sea of silky, emerald green.

He's silent as he watches you, instantly guessing what you're doing. Your tongue is stuck out with concentration, your eyes squinting slightly at the pad of paper in your arms. Loki marvels at how beautiful you look, the face you make sending hoards of butterflies fluttering through his stomach and around his heart.

How did he ever find someone as amazing as you? You waltzed into his life like a ray of sunshine, your light magically healing and sealing his wounds. Yes, scars remain. And occasionally they'll open up once more, bleeding thickly into his mind and plaguing his every thought; but you're always there to clean the wounds. You stop the bleeding, your comforting hands and kisses leaving trails of love all over his body.

The corners of Loki's lips twitch upwards in a light smile - one he seems to be unable to suppress. He knows he should stop staring. Perhaps he should return to his book, leave you to finish your drawing unbeknownst to him watching you.

But curiosity gets the better of him.

"What are you up to, love?"

You freeze, eyes gravitating from the smudged paper to his face.

"Just, uh-" You clear your throat. "Just drawing,"

His smile grows. "May I see?"

You look back to the half-finished drawing of his face, cringing at all the imperfections you are yet to work on. "Well... perhaps when it's complete,"

"Alright. I can't wait, my dear," He mumbles, returning his gaze to his book - but not, however, reading a single word. His mind is preoccupied, never straying far away from the thought of you. 

Loki sighs after a few moments of indecision, making his book disappear in a flash of green and summoning his own sketch pad and pencils. You eye him sceptically, aware of his sudden movements.

"And what are you up to?" You ask.

"Just drawing," He replies, flashing you a grin before beginning to map out the shape of your face.

A small smile spreads across your features; one you don't intend on him seeing but know he does anyway. Loki quickly sketches out the curved shape of your lips, knowing he will likely be unable to see such a flustered yet beautiful smile again while he's drawing.

~★~

A/N - Thinking of starting a tag list so if you want to be added then don't hesitate to ask!!

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Hello Livia

Fellow Levihan shipper here ;⁠-⁠) Your account is one of my favorite ones

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It is the first blog I followed and she followed me back instantly. Art, fanfiction, her own works, everything she reblogs or posts is amazing! She is so dedicated to supporting, complimenting, reading, gushing about, commenting, reblogging what she likes, even more so when it is her moots' posts or works. She enthusiastically recommended a lot of other LeviHan blogs to follow when I asked her. I hope I am at least half as supportive and caring as she is!

On a more personal level, she is the sweetest person I met on Tumblr, a ray of sunshine in my online life, a constant support in my real life. No details but she helped me out of a few tough moments and I cannot thank her enough! Even if we never met I consider Val to be a friend (and even my Tumblr crush actually 🤫) 🤎

Victoria @amazingackerman 🤎 is also a very very good, caring and supportive online friend who helped me a lot as well. Her AOT multiship blog is beautiful, her tastes in art and fics are really great and she is amazing (as the url says!).

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