#and daydreaming about being in a sweet fluffy relationship

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Men in their forties that make you fantasize about romance and think phrases like "I'm utterly spellbound by him"

[dickgraysonsbitch]

MOTH TO A FLAME — DICK GRAYSON X JOURNALIST!READER

3.3k words | divider by @cafekitsune | requests open !

summary: your relationship with dick grayson was history two years ago. as of yesterday, you were (not so) happily engaged to another man, and your relationship with him was swoon-worthy, but it seems like it could crumble like a house of cards. so when your perfect ex comes back into your life for help on a case, will you go back to him like a moth to a flame?

you’re just a moth to a flame.

you were engaged. you knew this, this wasn’t new fucking information, and you were supposed to feel elated, on top of the world, like you were on cloud nine or some other shit people in love said—wait, no. you were in love with your fiancé, or at least you tried to be. he was sweet, and he looked good, with his fluffy blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and lean figure. nerd hot. just your type, but why did it seem like as every day went on, you kept trying to convince yourself that this was what you wanted?

you stretched your arms before lugging yourself out of bed, grabbing your phone to check your messages, which you assumed were the reason that your phone was buzzing so much that it was about to fall off your dresser.

PHOTOS NOTIFICATION: november, 2021, AMUSEMENT MILE THEME PARK. do you want to share this memory with DICKIEBIRD 💙?

you pressed your mouth into a line, reminiscing. that was probably the best time you’d ever had in your entire life. you, dick, wally and artemis, eating cotton candy and popcorn at an amusement park.

“one more bite of food and you’re going into carnival crime territory, wally,” you sing, your voice carrying its signature teasing lilt. “then i’m going to win, and you’ll have to pay for everything.”

“just make your stupid boyfriend pay, he’s the billionaire!” wally's disgruntled groan came from a foot behind you, were he was still struggling on his second milkshake. sucker.

dick threw an arm around your shoulder, spreading a hint of warmth over your torso. he was, as you liked to call him, your personal space heater. “hey, it’s the son of a billionaire. and i’d much rather see my super sexy girlfriend beat my best friend’s ass.”

artemis grinned, her phone ready to snap a picture of when wally would undisputedly hurl like a toddler who had eaten too many gerber puffs. “me too, so hurry up, wally.”

the memory of dick throwing up because of the amount of sugar he had consumed in the short span of three hours almost had you laughing out loud, with your fiancé in the bed right next to you. god, you were so pathetic.

“something funny?” his low voice was next to your ear, and you could almost feel his breath on your neck, but for some reason, you wanted to push him away.

your breath hitched, and the guilt crept into your heart again. you were in bed with your fiancé, and you were daydreaming about your ex-boyfriend, who probably forgot your existence. dick was charming, but even you knew that he had a steady stream of people on call to fuck. one of the plus sides to being the hottest person in blüdhaven, you guessed.

“uh, just checking the group chat. girl stuff, matt, you can’t see it.” your mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk, and you quickly stood up and walked towards the shower, rapidly checking the group chat that you opened up your phone for. curse dick grayson and his beautiful blue eyes, which were obviously the only reason you stared that that picture for so long. not the lovesick look he had on his face when looking at you, and definitely not his flirty smile when you made eye contact with him. that would be crazy, right?

maybe you should finally open the group chat.

rue: so how’d your night go?? 😉

annie: i bet she’s so tired that she can’t even walkkk

charlie: ofc she can’t, it’s matt myers!! he’s so fine 😩😩

the conversation then devolved into a discussion of which of matt’s photoshoots was the ‘hottest’, which should’ve made any other, self respecting friend group shy away from the conversation, but never rue, annie and charlie. no, they said that matt was too ‘sexy’ to be quiet about, and it was like they were waiting for you to mess up just to take your place. the sad part was that you wouldn’t mind letting them.

you had met matt, ironically, at a wayne gala that you were covering post breakup with dick, which was the only way that you measured time nowadays. he was hot enough to be… a rebound, and you were okay with that, until he started hounding you for a date. one date, two dates, and suddenly, a year and a half later, you were engaged. the next step, obviously (in matt's words), was the whole white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and living the rest of your days in your dream house. if it was so obvious, why did it make your stomach curdle like you had a flu? why did the idea of kids with matt, being bonded to him for life, make you want to toss your stupid ring at his face, pack your bags, and run? did he even know why your favorite color was dark blue? did matt myers know that the reason that the sapphire stone on your ring was because of dick grayson?

you glanced at your fiancé before looking at your phone and sighing. “matt, i'm going out for some fresh air.” your heart panged. maybe you should give matt some slack, because after all, he picked up the pieces of you after dick so abruptly left. maybe he was better than what you gave him credit for. maybe the two of you would work long term, and you could go the white picket fence with him. it couldn’t hurt. “wanna come with?”

“nah. get me some seaweed chips though, from erewhon. we ran out.” matt shot you a badly timed wink, which made you grimace, and in that moment, you realized a very disturbing fact. nobody could make your blood pump like dick grayson, and no matter who you were with, there would only be one man on your mind.

sighing, you quickly changed into a ratty hoodie and leggings, making sure you weren’t in some sort of nightmare dream that you weren’t able to get out of. because that was your dream, right? being engaged to an incredibly attractive, talented and kind person, and spending the rest of your life with him? you gave yourself a short pep talk in the mirror—“you are hot! everyone wants you! you are engaged!”—before slipping on your shoes and calculating the distance to blüdhaven’s nearest erewhon, which was an easy twenty minute walk away. maybe you could thank matt for the exercise that he was always hounding you to do.

step. step. step. your walk turned into the same banal rotation of the past year and a half of your life, always the same thing over and over, and the thought of what your life might have been like if you had just stayed clung in your mind like cobwebs. unwanted, unnecessary, but it made your heart ache just a little bit to get rid of them.

erewhon came faster than you expected it to, and you stepped inside, the chilly air hitting your face like a wall of ice, and you grabbed a basket, picking up those chips matt loved. he was safe. safe and comfortable, but why did safe and comfortable suddenly feel like boring and predictable?

you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflective glass of the door, yearning to see the bright eyed, excitable girl that existed only a few years ago, but all you saw was… you. drained, unhappy, a permanent frown on your face. you attempted a smile, pulling your mouth from both sides, but the result was only a mix of a grimace and a clown’s toothy grin. you couldn’t smile right either.

your phone pinged, and a blue heart showed up on your screen. you hadn’t texted him in two years, but the icon still made your heart flutter with anticipation, before your squashed it like a bug under a boot.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: hey smartie pants! i need to talk to u about something important. let’s meet at 0900 at lux?

you bit your lip. the pros of this: you could finally get closure. dick grayson was hard to get ahold of, but maybe this was your chance to ask him—why did the two of you not work? was it you? was it him? or was it his true first love, nightwing?

you: hey. does 0930 work? i’m out running errands right now.

a beat.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: yeah! miss u lots, btw. see you then!

two hours later, after you had dropped off matt’s life-sustaining seaweed chips for a disgruntled “thanks, babe” in return, you walked into lux, your favorite sweater and skirt combo clinging onto you like a second skin. you’d worn a different, light blue dress on instinct, but you quickly realized that the dress you had picked out was dick’s favorite, so it immediately out of the question. shame, it was a damn hot dress.

“hey!” you heard a cheery voice from behind you. he said your name like it came off easy, like you hadn’t been each other’s confidants once upon a time. he said your name the way you wished that you could say his, with no meaning attached behind it. “it’s been so long, and you look great!” his eyes flicked to the stone on your left hand ring finger, and you could swear that his face fell the smallest amount, but if he felt anything, he didn’t tell you.

you didn’t have the same self control that he did. his name fluttered off of your tongue like a prayer, like he was a god and your only chance at salvation. “dick… um… hi. yeah, you look great too, but i guess enough people tell you that on a daily basis.”

“well, i hope you’re getting complemented just as much. what, your fiancé not doing it for you anymore, or is that just a pretty rock?” he grinned, his dimples highlighted by the dim light in the club. you suddenly kicked yourself for even showing up. how could he read you like a book by only looking at you for a minute or two, max?

your eyes widened, heart beating out of your chest. “uh, i mean… i’m engaged. matt. that’s his name. matt myers.”

as if reading your mind, dick’s smile fell, and he placed a comforting hand on your forearm. “hey, i didn’t mean anything by the pretty rock comment, okay? don’t stress, i’m not here to seduce you.” oh, dick. what you’d give for him to say the opposite. “i’m actually here about a case. not bruce related, by the way. my usual case partner on this one is having a little trouble, so i thought…” he shrugged, because telling you that you were a backup didn’t break his heart, not like being on the receiving end broke yours. it wasn’t a shatter, just a tiny crack to the ones that he’d been adding all this time.

“yeah, i can help you out. what’s up?” you tried to seem nonchalant, but maybe the pain seeped through your voice. you wouldn’t count it against your terrible emotional regulation skills, but a small part of you was itching to help—to get back into the routine that truly sparked fire in you, instead of the rabbit food conversations that had matt jumping around like it was Christmas.

dick pulled out a variety of manila folders, labeled with a variety of female names on them, and a type of flower. he pinched three different photos of the victims, you were assuming, who were mauled and then arranged into neat shapes, with their hands crossed over their chest like mummies, and a clean, crisp white flower placed on top of them. the flowers were all different species’, you noted, with some including a white rose, a white poppy, and a white petunia.

“what do you have so far?” your voice came off far too eager, far too fast and far too interested. no, this was a favor he was coming to you for, so why did it feel like you were a caged bird that could finally sing, stretch it’s wings and soar into the sky without inhibitions? dick pressed his lips together, running a hand though his tousled, raven hair. god, what you’d give to have the chance to do that one more time. maybe dick was right when he broke up with you, because if you couldn’t even control yourself when you had a fiancé, how did he know that you could handle being with him?

he hesitated—it was evident in the way that he froze before trying to say something again. perhaps he was also thinking about the other times that you helped him with his cases, spending late nights poring over pictures and elaborate pictures, only to end up watching the real housewives of beverly hills instead. or maybe he was rethinking, questioning, even, why he had even involved you in the first place. you wouldn’t hold it against him; you’d always been too interested for your own good.

“close to nothing. no prints, no dna, just these flowers, whatever they mean. i wanted to know if you could reach out to shy of your sources—see if they know anything. they’ve been helpful before.” his voice sounded tired, not the usual, cheery voice he pasted onto himself. it made you feel a bit better, if you could call it that, that he didn’t feel the need to pretend to be the golden wayne child in front of you. or maybe you were delusional in your belief that he’d even let his facade drop.

you bit your lip, and twisted the dark blue engagement ring on your finger absentmindedly. “is this a nightwing problem, or an officer grayson problem? because that makes a difference in which sources i use.”

dick grinned, and you were mostly sure that it was genuine, with a flash of teeth distracting you from the issue at hand (which was more like the issue on your left hand ring finger) but dick had always had that effect on you. “thinking about breaking the law, future mrs gr—future pulitzer prize winner? to answer your question, if you think about it,” he started, “it’s a both problem.” his face fell, and the wide smile that was there moments ago disappeared so fast that you almost thought that you imagined it. “they’ve started personally targeting people in my family. cass and damian both noticed a tail when they were walking out in the city, and i would be worried if they weren’t, you know, the deadliest people in gotham, but if anything happened to them, i don’t know if i'd be able to forgive myself. or worse, alfred…”

the look on his face is anguished, as if he’s imagining a lifetime of pain being inflicted on his family, and you know that he’s rather take it himself than let anything happen to them. “dick, don’t worry, okay? alfred is probably more dangerous than anyone in your family combined, and i say that after i've met cass and steph. nothing’s going to happen to them. we’re going to find this psycho, then we’re going to get justice for the victims and their families.” you reach out to touch his arm, but the moment your skin makes contact with his, you pull back like his forearm was on fire.

nodding, he looks back up at you, his eyes filled with an admiration you haven’t seen in quite a while. “yeah, i’m overreacting, right? and it’s not like they won’t be able to defend themselves. cass could probably kick my ass on one of her bad days.” he shudders. “she’s awesome and all, but scary as hell.”

you laugh, finally at ease, not on edge about what you’re saying or about to do. “yeah, well, clearly you’ve never seen her in the same room as a full english breakfast. i remember this one time that she came over to our apartment after patrol, and this was at three o’clock in the morning, okay? she walks in, starts getting the eggs out of our fridge…” your eyes catch a glimpse at dick’s face. he’s smiling, his face satiated and truly… happy. how long has it been since you looked like that? the earlier morning comes into your mind, and you stammer, recollecting how you looked in the glass of the fridge at the store. like a broken woman rather than the girl that you used to be.

now it’s dick’s turn to take your hand into his, and rub it gently, the way that he always used to do when you were nervous before taking one of your tests in university, or when you utterly messed up cooking dinner. it meant that he was here for you, that he would be there no matter what, but a small part of your brain wanted to question him nonetheless; if he had left you before, he would leave you again. that was the rule, the past precedent that he had kept for himself, and if he had wanted to stay, he would’ve.

his thumb brushes over your engagement ring, the one that you and forgotten even existed and now felt heavier on your finger than a ton of bricks, the one that your fiancé had given to you as a token of trust. you couldn’t break the one promise you had left, but clearly, dick must have been thinking the same thing. he pulled his hand away the moment he touched the ring, and looked at you with a guilty expression. “so… how long have you guys been…”

“last night.” you said, not an ounce of warmth in your voice. there never was, when it came to matt. it was more like a dry tone of obligation than anything else.

dick’s eyes widened, shame seeping into his expression. “i'm so sorry, sw—i mean, you shouldn’t be here on your engagement day. we can talk some other time, or i can send you—”

“if i didn’t want to be here, dick, i wouldn’t be.”

“good to know.” he smiled, before turning his attention back to the folder in his hands. “hey, i have to go. we’ll keep in touch, alright?” he stands up, about to lean in for a hug, but you stick your arm out, ready to shake his hand. cold and impersonal, but it wasn’t like you were doing a good job of that in the first place.

the two of you settle for a half hug-half handshake combination, somehow making the situation more awkward than it already was. he send you a crooked grin, and it cements itself in your brain, another blip of dick grayson in your grey life. maybe… maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all, and maybe you could rein in your emotions just to see a little more of him, his dark blue eyes haunting your dreams like an apparition. you could sacrifice that and so much more just to have his eyes in your life.

“see you later, right?” you smiled, the muscles in your face contracting in that direction for the first time in a few weeks, perhaps. oh, the things that he did to your poor heart. he waved, mouthing a quick bye to you before picking up a call on his phone, and you could hear a stern ‘jason’ before he vanished, out of earshot, out of sight, but not out of your mind.

you started on your path back home, deciding against taking a taxi when the fares would be the highest. maybe it was just an eerie coincidence on your part, but you swore that there was something behind you, a pair of eyes tracking your every move. you would have cast it aside as paranoia, but it was sending a creeping shiver up your spine, terrifying you to your very bones. perhaps that is what happens when one works on a murder case.

you brushed it off, but the feeling of eyes on your back did not dissipate.

ooh spooky right? does anyone fancy a part two for this one or nah?

[hotheadedhero]

Daft Pretty Boys

AN: I was going to try and get something Halloween-like out but it's been busy lately. Have some fluffy angst with Raph, instead :D

Raphael x Reader

Warning: kinda angsty, soft-hearted Raph ahead :)

When you blessed the turtles with your bright presence and inevitably befriended them, Raphael didn’t realise just how much of an emotional rollercoaster it would be. As a person, you are amazing. You always make a point to engage with him and his brothers, even for the small things. Other than April, they’ve never felt more welcomed by human company before. The thing is, if he were to put one fault on you, it’s your taste in men. 

You fall fast and hard, and it’s not because of their looks. It’s the ones who have this idea that they know they look good: the confidence they exude, sharp-witted flattery on the end of a hook that you can’t help biting into. You get caught, pulled in, they have their fun, and then you’re chucked back into sea awaiting the next juicy-looking cast of bait. One would think you’d be smart enough to not fall for the same routine tricks over and over again but here we are.

Each time you say, “He’s really sweet,” followed by a “This one is different,” but he never is. You’re always taking that chance, betting on the next guy being Mr Right, only for it to end in heartbreak, and every time Raph’s at your aid when you come crying to him. That isn’t said with any malice for you. He will always be there to pick up the pieces. Maybe broken pieces of these stupid shmucks if he just had five minutes alone with them.

You grasp so desperately to hope. Raph would commend you for your optimistic persistence if it didn’t break him to see you in tears. There’s only so much one heart can take. He doesn’t want you to become some calloused husk of your sweet self, too afraid to take another chance. He doesn’t want you to end up like him. Raphael knows he’s unloveable. Regardless of his appearance, he has a temper - one that he keeps as far away from you as he possibly can. His feelings for you never seem to pass despite how much he tries but he isn’t meant for love. That isn’t how this world works. You, on the other hand, should be cherished and he’ll beat the next sorry sucker who does any less than that.

How? How can someone be so foolish to drop you like these men have? He doesn’t get it. Were it him, he’d spend every waking moment appreciating you, letting it be known just how precious you are and how lucky he is to be the one to call you his. But he isn’t. The same daydream can play as many times as it likes, it’s never going to go in that direction. He needs to keep reminding himself of that.

You just deserve so much more than the cards you keep getting dealt. You’ve probably got to be the sweetest person he’s ever had the luxury of meeting. A little bubble-brained at times but that’s in part what makes you so cute. It’s also why you end up in and out of these short-lived relationships, he reckons. Much like now, for instance. It’s almost routine, weirdly systematic in a way, how you waddle into the lair glassy-eyed and red-faced wearing that grey sweater - the one he calls your breakup sweater - that’s two sizes too big for you. So much for the macho man with the green eyes. Making it to one month is a record, so there’s that at least.

Raphael doesn’t say anything, just holds a hand out whilst the other cradles the back of his neck. By now, he’s learnt that there’s nothing he can say. It’s better to wait on you until you manage to find your words. You slowly trudge towards him and smack your forehead into his chest. All he can do is stand there and stare at the top of your head whilst he battles the urge to pick you up and take you away from all this frivolous bullshit. His arm falls to his side as he watches you, and you just about say what he would expect you to.

“I really thought this one would be different,” you whimper quietly and the hiccup in your throat makes his chest burn. “He seemed so genuine.”

Raphael’s heart clenches. He wants to scream that he’s the one who’s genuine, that he’s the one who’s been here through every heartbreak, every tear. But instead, he swallows his words, feeling the weight of his own unspoken feelings pressing down on his chest.

He pats the top of your head, almost awkwardly, and sighs, “I know.”

A pained laugh muffles against his chest. “I’m the problem, aren’t I?” you ask rhetorically, playing it off as some joke at your own expense but it only angers him further.

“It’s not you,” Raph replies, a hint of a growl edging into his tone. “They’re the ones who don’t know what they’re missin’.”

“But there’s a common denominator here. It feels like it’s me.” You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. “Like, maybe if I was just different-”

“Stop right there,” he interjects, his brow furrowing. “You are not the problem. They are. Trust me on that.”

You always say the wrong things about yourself: the things he thinks about himself on a daily; if he was different. You are such an honest person and yet you lie so frequently when you talk about yourself. A nasty bi-product of those worthless scumbags treating you the way they do. You want to believe him on his word but you also can’t ignore the facts. It’s always the same song and dance. You stupidly cling to hope, searching for the silver lining that never seems to come, and end up in this sad mess of a person.

Raphael watches as you pull away, the warmth of his body replaced by the chill of reality. It’s painful to see you so vulnerable, so exposed. He wishes he could shake you out of this cycle, snap his fingers and make you see what’s right in front of you. But he can’t. All he can do is stand there, the silent sentinel, while you cry into the fabric of your sweater. The moment lingers, heavy and full of unsaid words. He wants to tell you that you deserve better, that you should never settle for the likes of those clowns who don’t recognize your worth. Yet, the words stick in his throat, tangled with his own fear of inadequacy.

He clears his throat, trying to break the tension. “Tell you what, let’s grab a couple sodas and a slice. Sit up top for a bit, yeah?”

You pull back slightly, wiping your eyes. “I don’t know if I can eat right now, Raph.”

“Doesn’t matter. You need to get outta this gloom. Plus, I’m starving,” he responds with a half-hearted attempt at humor, but the grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Finally, you yield. Begrudgingly, he might add, but food and the fresh night air is what you need right now, especially seeing as you’ve been cooped up in your apartment all day crying. He takes whatever pizza he had leftover - it’s only lasted because Mikey has luckily been out - along with a couple cans and leads you through the sewers. Whilst he’s essentially forcing you outside, he goes at your pace, never pushing you beyond that. Sure, it takes longer than it should but you get to a nice rooftop eventually, and before you know it, he’s already got you venting with a slice in your hand.

“And then he pulls out the classic ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ shtick,” you say and Raph follows with a quiet “Of course, he does,” before you continue, “and I swear, I could’ve just slapped him.”

“You should have.”

You hum shortly against a bite of pizza and shrug. “Ah, the moment’s long gone, anyway.”

The two of you glance at each other with a small laugh before returning to the view ahead. This feels better. Much better. Once again, your knight in shell-y armour has helped you bounce back from your foreboding. If you had it your way earlier, you would have loved nothing more than to curl up on the couch and watch some bad reality TV to cheer you up. Not where Raph is concerned. He’s soft-natured when you need that shoulder to cry on but knows when to crack out a bit of that tough love, too. You’re always thankful for that - him - and you hope he knows just how much of a difference he makes.

"Hey.” He nudges you with his elbow and you look up, noting the light smirk on his face, though the seriousness behind his eyes isn’t something to be ignored. “Next asshole that breaks your heart, you just point me in the right direction.”

"And be an active participant in murder? Not a chance," you laugh and playfully swat him, earning a low chortle. You think you know what he’s getting at and it’s sweet in weird kind of way. With a perma-smile now glued to your face, you rest your head on his arm and speak more gently, "Thanks, though."

He glances down at you and tempts the idea of stroking a hand over your head. His fingers clasp into a fist and he looks ahead again, taking a gentle breath before responding quietly, "Yeah... don't mention it."

[thevegandarkelf]

Flattery: Daryl Dixon & Fem!Reader

Prompt: Themed Lingerie

Era: Alexandria, pre-Saviors

Word count: 600 words

Warnings: No use of y/n, suggestive themes but no smut

I'm finally dipping my toes into the world of Character x Reader writing. This is my first time writing in second person/x reader format, so please go easy on me or I'll cry. I'm posting this before I stare at it for too long and change my mind.

A massive thank you to @dixons-sunshine for proofreading, helping with translating Daryl's dialogue into Daryl, giving me tips, and encouraging me to do it/post it. I love you sm 🖤

“Daryl? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Cocking an eyebrow, you looked past your shoulder at him, your new boyfriend’s eyes quickly averting once he realized he’d been caught.

With winter setting in and temperatures beginning to drop in Virginia, the two of you had been sent on a run to a nearby department store, your goal to find coats, boots, blankets, and whatever sort of winter necessities you could get your hands on. Amongst all the cold-weather attire, you’d found a little something hot for yourself.

“Dunno what ya talkin’ ‘bout,” he mumbled, his normal sun-kissed complexion becoming one akin to a fresh tomato.

Your gaze dropped to the material in your hands, your fingers dancing over the satin cups, and a small smirk crossed your lips. You were holding a set of Christmas lingerie—a babydoll style two-piece. The red cups and mesh of the flyaway bodice were bordered with a fluffy white trim that trailed down the center with a red thong to accompany it.

“Ah, I see,” you teased, your cheeks beginning to heat up as you held up the garment, “this why?”

You’d only been together for a few weeks, the farthest you’d gone in terms of anything physically being a heated make-out session with little hand exploration. You’d been itching for things to move further but not wanting to push any boundaries. Daryl was clearly skittish and uncomfortable in the realm of sex and romance. However, unbeknownst to you, he’d been itching for the same.

He pictured the mesh flowing around your hips as you twirled before him and the thong sliding over your thighs and falling to your ankles. His signature small smile appeared as he pictured your eyes glossed over with lust and thought about what every inch of your soft skin felt like in his work-worn hands. He was reveling in this sweet little daydream, and you’d caught him in it.

“It’s ok, Daryl. I’m flattered.” As you walked back to him, you purposely swayed your hips a little extra, drawing the archer’s eyes to them for just a moment. Yours fell to your feet, that sweet heat returning to your cheeks again.

“Flattered?” He sounded surprised by your choice of words, like you couldn’t possibly be flattered by his longing gaze and the lewd thoughts you knew he was having. Despite having finally made your relationship official after months of going in circles, he was confused by sparkle in your eye he’d caught a glimpse of when you first looked back at him.

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve been…thinking about it too,” you assured, lashes fluttering as you brought your gaze up from the floor to meet his ocean eyes, “hinting at it for a while now. Hasn’t it been kind of obvious?”

The silence from him was loud, deafening as it practically echoing off the white walls. That alone was an answer enough for you.

A sweet giggle emanated from the depths of your chest, the sound like music to your man’s ears. “Okay, maybe not so obvious. I adore you, but you can be incredibly dense sometimes.”

“Grab the coats,” Daryl instructed, clearly flustered as he haphazardly gestured to a box on a nearby table. He was beginning to turn red again, somehow an even darker shade than he had before. He grabbed a box from off the floor and was quickly heading toward the front door. “Talk when we get back.”

“Talk…right…” you mused, a chuckle slipping past your lips as you stowed the lingerie away in your bag, “I’m sure that’s exactly what we’ll do.”

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[fairy-writes]

Hello there 👋

I was wondering if you could write a one-shot for Uta?? Something fluffy w/ a shy/sweet human!reader 😊

Thanks in advance! 💜

DON’T YOU DARE (MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Uta x Gender Neutral!Human!Reader

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Notes: Songfic with the song ��Don’t You Dare (Make Me Fall in Love with You) by Kaden MacKay

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When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little. 

You were a human. He was a ghoul. It wasn’t a relationship that was supposed to work. 

He couldn’t be in love. That was just absurd. He had more exciting things on his plate than love.

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare enchant me with those eyes

If I fell through your skies,

There's no way you would catch me

There's a tear in my heart,

But your patch wouldn't match me

Uta first met you when he was at Anteiku, and you happened to walk in. It was busy. Most, if not all, of the tables were full, and when you began to approach, he got an idea of what was happening. 

“Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full.” You ask shyly, and he gets the feeling that you’re nervous. Which is understandable with his appearance. He was used to it. 

He nods once, and your expression relaxes as you sit down. The tenseness of your shoulders eases, and you pull out a sketchbook and flip to a new page as Touka brings over your drink. You smile at her and whisper a “thank you.”

You sketch in silence until he feels the need to have a conversation. It’s more of a whim, really, the urge to get to know a human to learn if they’re all like the CCG and Doves. 

“What are you drawing?” He asks, and you jump. But you turn around and show him nonetheless, and he’s blown away. 

It’s rough, with stray lines in some places, but it’s a perfect picture of himself, reclining in the chair and his coffee in hand.

You even got the lettering of his tattoo around his neck right.

The longer he stares, the more fidgety you become. 

“Sorry, I can get rid of it if you want. I know it might be rude to draw other people without permission—” 

“No, no, it’s beautiful. Thank you for choosing me as a model.” He finds himself saying, and his cold heart flutters when you beam. 

You end up gifting him the picture, and after you exchange names, you leave. 

He finds your number hastily scrawled at the bottom of the drawing. 

Being near you still adds to the size of my sighs,

There's still seismic events at hellos and goodbyes,

And I still need reminders of why it's unwise

To stare

So don't you dare

The longer he thinks about it, the more he likes the idea of you becoming friends. You’re shy, but you’re sweet and a brilliant artist. You would be entertaining, at least. 

But he’s likely never to meet you again, so that idea snuffs out like a candle. So he doesn’t text you. 

At least until you walk into his shop. 

You are admiring one of his masks on display when he enters the room from the back. He had heard the door jingle but wanted to finish some of the final stitching of the current mask he was working on. It was for the new half-ghoul Kaneki Ken. But that was beside the point. 

What were you doing here?

Don't you dare make me fall in love with you

Don't you dare do something so cliché

Just get out of my daydreams,

You're an unwelcome guest

And stop making me miss you

'Cause you leaving's for the best

You look up as he comes in, and confusion brightens your eyes. 

“Uta?” You ask, and he nods,

“That’s me. Welcome to HySy ArtMask Studio.” He says, more out of habit than anything. You offer him a smile, and he finds his heart trembling at the sight. 

What was wrong with him?

“I heard there was a mask studio that could offer a lot of inspiration. I didn’t know you owned it.” You comment as you cradle your sketchbook against your chest. Your pencil is stuck behind your ear, and you’re dressed in a thick knit sweater and trousers. Your boots scuff against the floor. 

He finds himself gesturing to the masks. 

“Make yourself at home.” He says, genuinely meaning it. 

'Cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

You're a simmering stovetop I was tempted to touch

If you ever return, it'll burn me too much

To bear

So don't you dare

After the initial text, you are really the only one keeping up the conversation. Sure, Uta replies, but he keeps a certain amount of distance between you two. Mainly for your safety. 

But for whatever reason, you keep coming back. 

Your presence becomes a regular in his shop. You come every Friday, right after your university classes. Even though you are his age, if not a year younger, you say you are working toward your bachelor’s degree in—you guessed it—art. 

You say you want to open your own shop and sell your artwork. 

Much like him. 

And I know it's all so shallow, but a shallow cut still stings

And before my heart becomes Amelia's heir, I need to clip its wings

So don't you dare keep mocking me with those

Thousand little things that I adore

Let me ignore you, don't let me care

He tries to ignore you the closer you two become. 

For your safety. 

At least, that’s what he tells himself. 

And don't you dare leave me still in love with you

Nothing's fair when love is war

And I just can't endure any more of the fight

When the casualties rise with my heart rate each night

At first, Uta thinks he’s dying. Of course, that would explain why you always make his heart race and his blood run hot. 

That would explain why you’re always on his mind. 

Right?

Though I know I'm to blame for the glances I'd steal,

For the time I kept spending pretending it's real

And now that it's ending, I still have more feelings to spare

But don't you dare

It takes a talking to from Yomo for him to realize what’s going on. 

Don't you dare

When Uta first realized he was in love with you, admittedly, he panicked a little. 

But he doesn’t hate the idea. 

[fanaticsnail]

I'm on a side blog, can't be horny on main, so I'm anon. Anyway I just reread your kissing booth series & I just adore your story with Heat. Heat is so adorable. He makes me think of that post about hyping up a lame bf (I don't think he's lame though) but like imagine telling all your friends about your new man & you're just like "guys here he is, the gods most specialest boy" & it's just Heat standing in the doorway looking like a somber Muppet. I love him. And I love your writing.

The way I immediately needed this in a fic, but I also wanted it super, super fluffy and kissy.

They'll Love You

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Word Count: 1,400+

Synopsis: Heat is nervous about meeting your friends and fearing their judgement in your choice of lover. You reassure him they'll love you as much as you do.

Themes: Heat x gn!reader, established relationship, kissing, waking up together, meeting your friends, fluff, cuddles, drinking.

Notes: Images sourced from stock photos, Suicide Squad and Mad Max.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @i-am-vita

As the cold of the morning pressed into your face, the warmth from the body lying behind you caressed your skin with the familiar intimacy you’ve come to expect from your lover. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your skin and humming against you. 

“Morning,” you lazily rolled your head back to brush against his. He chuckled into your neck before pressing his lips in a sweet kiss on the apple of your cheek. 

“G’Morning,” he uttered in return, gently tugging you to move onto your back and gaze deeply into your eyes. Reaching his hand down, he brushed a few stray hairs from your face as you rolled beneath him. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration in his grey orbs as he looked down at you. The expression on his face was so soft, you felt like he was in his own world while he studied your face. 

“What’s the matter, Heat?” you ask him, reaching to the side of his face and gently toying with one of his lengthy, pastel-blue locks, “You look so far away. Where have you gone, hm?” He chuckles down at you, his scarred lips curling up into a soft smile. 

“You just look so gorgeous like this, is all,” he whispers down at you, “You always look the best in the mornings, and I never want to let you out of this damn bed.” You giggle up at him in response, caressing his cheek and bringing him down to claim his lips over yours. 

You mouth at him, rolling his scarred flesh between your lips as he joins in the slow and deliberate movements. Unhurried, relaxed and passionate are the lips that meet yours, the texture of his Glasgow smile feeling tingly against your skin. Heat’s kisses are always warm and inviting as he balances out passion and neediness for slow and sultry romance. 

Humming into his lips, he draws his hands down to your hips and slowly massages your flesh beneath his palms. He moans as you slowly caress his thigh with your calf, smiling against your lips as he deepens the embrace. 

Finally pulling apart from his kiss, you dart your eyes between his as you look for a deeper reason for his passion this particular morning. His gray orbs hold a nervousness behind his loving gaze. Smiling with a soft sigh, you shake your head at him in a gentle scolding.

“You want to cancel the brunch, don’t you?” you hum up at him, his shock prompting his eyes to widen and lips to part, “Is that why you’re being sweet?” A small gasped laugh fled from his lips as he softly nodded in confirmation. 

“Oh, honey,” you coo up at him, tucking one of his locks behind his ear, “They’re going to love you, don’t worry.” He rolls his eyes at you and nuzzles his forehead into your neck, pressing a sweet kiss to your clavicle. You sigh as he massages your waist, his tongue darting out and swirling your pulse beneath his lips. 

“H-Heat, stop it,” you giggle at him, prompting him to smile against your skin and continue playfully biting and sucking on your skin. You softly keen out a small mewl, which prompts him to continue his possessive ministrations. Bruising your skin lightly with his kisses, you gather his hair at the nape of his neck. He hums against you, sending shockwaves of vibrations against your flesh as he presses more feverish kisses against you.

“Heat, we’ve gotta get up,” you whine at him, his lips getting warmer the longer he presses his kiss against you. The trail of warm fire ignites a passion in the pit of your stomach the longer he presses kisses into your skin. 

“Mmhm,” he hums, lips parting and heating your pulse with his molten lips. You arch your back up to him as he pins your hips against the mattress with his broad hands. You tap his back to playfully scold him, prompting him to chuckle against your skin and halt his soft attack on your skin. He rounded his eyes and made himself out to be more innocent and pure. 

“You really don’t want to meet them, do you?” you pout at him, looking at his sullen expression and nudging his nose with your own. 

“They’ll think I’m a wet noodle, I’m sure,” he huffs, his scarred lips pouting down at you and pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your nose, “Some mongrel pup you took out of the rain, all soaking wet and shivering from the cold.” You laugh at him and tap his bicep while scooching out from beneath him. 

“And look at you,” he crawls over to the edge of the bed, leaning on his elbows and resting on his stomach, “Perfection incarnate.” You giggle and shake your head at him while gathering your chosen clothes for the day. 

“I promise,” you gaze at him over your shoulder and bat your eyelashes at him, “The moment you meet them, you’ll have all these worries and doubts cast aside.” He sighs, rolling onto his back and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. His hair rolls off the mattress and hangs over the side like waterfalls dropping from a picturesque clifface, prompting you to halt your dressing and stoop down to his height. 

“Even if they don’t love you,” you press your lips to his forehead and give him a soft kiss, “Rest assured in the knowledge that I do. Completely.” As you made to pull away, he hooked his arm over your neck and drew your lips to his. Angling his chin to the side, his lips and tongue hungrily consumed the squeak you made at the initial contact.

Releasing your neck, he gazed his sunken eyes into your own and searched for the lie lingering beneath the surface. Only pure honesty and love were found in your half-lidded eyes as you gazed longingly down at him. 

“Fine,” he groaned with a click of his tongue and a roll of his eyes, “Only because I love you.” You hum in glee down at his pouting lips and press yours against him one last time. 

“I knew you’d see it my way,” you chirp happily down at him. Gathering the remainder of your clothes, you place them over your body under the watchful eyes of your lover taking in your every move and motion with awe. 

At the brunch, Heat had never felt more out of place amongst your friends gathered. While none of them paid him any hostility or mind, he couldn’t help but feel like an outsider looking in on the conversations spreading like wildfire between you all. Conversations he felt so out of depth with at the rapid topic changes, soft giggles, and hands swapping empty glasses for full ones of bubbly wines and fizzed juices. 

Looking across the table, he made contact with another partner who seemed equally out of depths as he was. The partner mouthed at him: “First time?” with an arched brow, to which Heat gave a tight-lipped nod in response. Raising their beverage, they gave a soft cheers with their glass to which Heat reciprocated. Both draining the contents dry in sync, they both laughed softly together as they signaled for another. 

Gazing at him out of the corner of your eye and noticing he began to relax into the space, you place your hand gently on his thigh that he immediately covered with his own. Raising your hand up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles while gazing longingly at you. You turned to face him, tilting your head to the side and offering him a coy smile. 

“Oh, I love you,” you whisper to him, prompting him to mirror your smile with a smirk of his own. 

“I know,” he uttered softly, pressing another kiss to your palm and leaning in closer to you, “Which is why you’re going to come for drinks tomorrow to meet my crew.” You smile and press your hand to his cheek, drawing him closer to you and claiming his lips in a soft kiss. He hummed against your lips, pulling away to gaze deeply into your eyes. 

“Are you sure?” you widen your eyes and gaze up at him with a rounded innocence in your expression. He hummed at you, nodding softly and pressing his forehead against your own.

“Absolutely,” Heat tucked a stray hair behind your ear and leaned into the soft embrace you were sharing together, “They’ll love you.” 

[gremlin-girly]

Flufftober Day 7

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Prompt: Hoodie Weather

Pairing: Jake Jensen x gn!reader

Warnings/tags: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (baby, my love), suggestive/innuendo (only bc it's Jake)

Summary: You get caught in the rain on your way home and can't wait to put your favourite gigantic, fluffy hoodie on. Fortunately for you, it's already pre-heated. Unfortunately, for your boyfriend that means he he has to share. Word Count: 725

I hope you enjoy! Likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated 💜

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A/N: I'm specifically referring to Oodies (if you haven't seen one, I'd recommend googling it) and this may or may not have been inspired by my partner... who was less than thrilled about me sticking icy hands on him ☺️ - Love, Grem x

Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly and warm.

All great adjectives to describe your favourite pink, brushed cotton fleece, over-sized hoodie. You’d thought about it when you’d gotten into work on a strangely chilly morning and you’d thought, nay daydreamed, about it when you’d gotten soaked to the bone on your way home from work.

The only four words on repeat in your brain were hot shower and hoodie.

You sped up the stairs to your apartment, throwing open the door with the intention of giving your boyfriend Jake a quick kiss before make your little dream come true, when you are met with utter, heart-shattering betrayal.

On the sofa lay your boyfriend, who up until five seconds ago you loved with all of your heart, cuddled into a cushion playing a video game. In. Your. Hoodie.

You take a deep breath and stalk over to him quietly.

“Jake.”

“Oh, hey baby I-“ he pauses the game to look over at you and looks a little sheepish when he sees that your frowning at him.

“You're wet,” he chuckles, giving you a cheeky grin and you smile slyly.

“And cold.” You point out, walking around the sofa to stand before him in frustrated, cold glory. “But you look like you're positively toasty.”

Jake doesn’t realise what’s about to happen until it’s too late. You shove your icy hands up the oversized hoodie, pressing them firmly against his warm skin making him squeal with shock. Using his surprise to you advantage, you burrow into the hoodie – following your hands, wrapping your body to his in a tight bear hug ; sapping the warmth from his body onto yours.

Silence fills your apartment as Jake remembers how to breathe again, shivering slightly now that there’s no heat left in him. After a few more moments, you sigh, feeling cosy; surrounded by your boyfriend’s scent in your Big, fluffy, soft, cosy, cuddly hoodie.

Jake sticks his head through the neck hole, glasses askew, to grin at you.

“Was that really necessary?” he says, pretending to be offended.

“It’s the tax for stealing my hoodie.” You quip, smiling up at him. “I knew you liked cuddling me in it –but I didn’t think you’d want one.”

Jake’s cheeks tinge a little pink. “I like cuddling you in it and I’ll admit, the idea of having one is growing one me.” He pauses, looking sheepish again. “But this one smells like you.”

Your smile gets wider and you chuckle. “I guess if I have to share it with you for now.... I can do that. Especially if we can share it like this.”

You settle against him relaxing fully and being the great boyfriend he is, Jake wraps his arms around you and places a sweet kiss to the tip of your damp hair. You sigh contentedly and snuggle closer in response.

“Baby, you can’t get any closer if you tried.” Jake chuckles. “Besides, don’t you want a nice hot drink and a shower?”

Your narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, only to be met with those big, blue puppy eyes he does so well.

“Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me to keep the hoodie to yourself...” You watch Jake’s expression falter as he tries to keep the sweet innocent look plaster in place. Your lips twitch desperately too, trying to sound serious. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend you loves you,” Jake says matter of factly, smiling at you. “And I totally have your best interests at heart.”

“Uh huh?”

“Yuh huh.”

There’s a mini-standoff as you stare at eachother but you unfortunately break first. With a short snort of laughter, you begin to crawl out under the hoodie. Once free, you point your finger at him teasingly.

“I’ll be back when I’m warmer.” You faux-threaten, heading to the shower for the warm, warm water.

Jake sighs theatrically, getting to his feet. “Your cocoa will be waiting for you upon your return too, my love.”

You feel positively giddy, flashing Jake a grin before you disappear into the bathroom; leaving Jake to smile to himself as he makes you your favourite cocoa. He makes a mental note to tell you how cute you are again when you finish showering, and for probably the umpteenth time, how much he loves you coming home to him.

[thebellearchives]

Oo! Could I request fluffy prompt #26 with Barbatos? “I want to move in with you.”

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀

~ barbatos ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : there’s something about Barbatos’ peaceful aura that just makes you want to have him all to yourself forever, so you decide to make a complicated proposition

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, stablished relationship

‧₊˚ a / n : i think this might’ve kindled feelings for Barbatos that I didn’t know I had 😀 anyways, enjoy ~

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The smell of floral tea filled your senses, your body relaxed, you took a nice, deep breath. Your lover’s calm forest eyes were focused on filling your cup and his to the brim.

There wasn’t anything nicer than spending time with Barbatos. Being used to the mess and hustle of The House of Lamentation, whenever you found yourself in his presence it felt like a permanent rest. Your half lidded eyes rested on him. There was something so delicate and perfect about his movements, his demeanor. And you had been thinking about it for a while. You couldn’t help it, the words fought it’s way out of your mouth.

“I want to move in with you”

Barbatos suddenly stopped, the third cup had only been half filled. With widened eyes he looked up to you.

“Pardon?”

You smiled to him, enjoying to be in yet another one of those moments where you were able to break his composure. A wave of adoration washed through your body just thinking about sharing a place with him where you could constantly discover his different reactions and sides that no one had seen before and keeping them to yourself only.

“I want us to move together somewhere nice” you continued your idea “I want to fall asleep with your comforting arms around me and wake up to the smell of tea in the morning. I want to head downstairs in a perfect, clean and tidy house and head straight back to you, to this tranquil love of yours.”

Barbatos listened to you attentively, a timid smile taking place in his lips.

“That does sound wonderful.”

“Doesn’t it?” you reached for his hand, his fingers carefully slid in in between yours, holding the kettle with his other hand “don’t you want to come with me? Spending time together in the backyard, tasting different pastries, holding hands…”

Barbatos leaned in over the table, his hand left yours to brush a strand of hair out of your face and caressed your cheek.

“Savouring their sweet taste off your lips, perhaps?”

A blush spread through your face, prompting a smile too.

“Yes, if you want to.”

“I’d love to” his expression then changed, soft loving smile replaced by a melancholic sadness “but you know I can’t leave my place here.”

Raising your eyebrows in worry, you leaned back in your chair.

“We can talk to Diavolo” Barbatos went back to filling up the third cup, teal hair strands hiding his face from your view “I know he’d be delighted to know you’re chasing your happiness. You can still come to the castle, work here, and in the night come back home to me.”

The demon finally placed the kettle in the table, that sweet smile from before finally coming back.

“Ah, back home to you” he repeated, faint longing tinting his words “that very much sounds like a dream to me.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it” when his eyes met yours again, you could’ve almost sworn his emerald irises trembled in yearn.

“Very well” he sighed, keeping that pretty smile of his on his lips “I’ll keep it mind.”

Happiness sparked a big smile on your face, you nodded in satisfaction to his answer.

“Very well.” you copied his tone, he smirked in amusement to your playful response.

“MC!” Diavolo’s perky voice called for your attention, he walked up to the table.

“Diavolo”

“Young Master” Barbatos pulled up a chair for the redhead.

“Thank you Barbatos” his usual bright smile greeted you “I’m so happy you accepted our afternoon tea invitation.”

“Anytime” you brought up your cup of tea close to your lips, picking up the rich floral scent that once again sent your mind off into daydreams of cozy mornings with your lover.

[a-strange-echo]

Flufftober Day 8: 'Rainy day'

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Summary: A comfy rainy day between a couple.

Word count: 626

Warnings: mention of marriage

Author's note: hope you like it, I really like this one, it's all fluffy and sweet. Sorry for still not being up to date with the challenge, I'm really trying. As always, remember that English is not my first langage.

When they woke up, it had already been raining for a few hours and it didn’t look like it would stop anytime soon. Silently, they got out of bed and left the room, still being careful to not wake the man who was still sleeping in their bed. Once they were out of the room and into the kitchen, they started to make breakfast for their boyfriend. A real, traditional Sokovian breakfast. They swayed to the quiet hum of the speaker they connected earlier, an old song that both Helmut and they really liked. Sometimes, they wondered if this song would be their first dance at their wedding. They would love it. They got lost in the daydream of this day and so, jumped a little when two strong arms sneaked around their waist and a naked chest was pressed against their back.

“-It smells divine, Schatz.” the deep hum of his voice send a shiver down their spine.

“-I hope it will taste as good as it smells, then.” they smiled sweetly at him.

“-I’m sure it will, your cooking always tastes amazing.” he praised with a kiss to their neck.

“-I was hopping to bring it to you in bed though, thought it would have been a nice surprise.” they explained and kissed his cheek when he added something (they weren’t sure what) to the fizzing pan.

“-Even if I am a little disappointed I did not get to wake up with you next to me, it still is a good surprise, darling, thank you very much.” he kissed them on the cheek to express his gratitude.

Everything was ready a few minutes later and they decided to eat it on the couch, watching the drops of water colliding and sliding slowly down the windows of the luxurious house. The two were cuddling, sometimes feeding each other a bite or two, it felt great and Helmut hopped moments like this will forever be a part his relationship with them.

The rain was still pouring when they cleaned the dishes together and when Helmut sat down on the couch with a cup of coffee after that. They were standing in front of the big window with their back to him, carefully watching the droplets hit the ground and splash in puddles. He liked to observe them during time like this, when they were in their bubble, not giving mind to anything around them, they looked at peace here, like he feels whenever he is around them. He took a sip of coffee then settled the cup on the table, careful not to make too much noise to not disturb the tranquil moment. He got up on his feet and walked toward them, gently putting his head on their shoulder, his arms snaking around their middle to pull them close to himself.

“-What are you thinking about, darling?”

“-I want to get married on a rainy day.” their simple answer made him smile wide.

“- Surely, we can arrange that.” he responded, a light tone in his voice.

The two smiled, happy to just be in this moment with each other. Both planned lightheartedly their wedding day. Helmut watched as they got exited at some small details of their fictional ceremony, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at them.

“-Love?” they called softly.

“-Yes, Schatz?”

“-Can we stay inside today? I can bake something and we could watch movies all day long, wouldn’t that be nice?” they asked.

“-Sounds perfect.” he kissed their jaw delicately. “I love you so much.”

“-I love you even more.” they turned their head to the side to kiss him properly on the lips.

Rainy days always are the best days to spend in the arms of your lover.

[stardustcatcher]

Fluff Alphabet (Danny Wagner)

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: y'all already know it's fluffy and sweet so make sure to brush after to prevent cavities, marriage, talk of babies, mentions of drinking and being drunk (just trust me), uhh and danny being the sweetest most bestest partner, let me know if i missed anything :)

AN: look at him up there,, doesn't he just look so boyfriend :,) i'm sorry this took a little bit longer, i was having a little bit of writer's block, but i did it and here she is! i love writing for danny, he's just peak romantic boyfriend material. as always, i hope you all enjoy and remember that all feedback (likes, comments, reblogs) is welcomed, appreciated, and encouraged. hearing back from you guys keeps me going :) i love you all <3

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Danny’s favorite way to spend his time with you is just by simply being around you. Even just doing separate things while being in each other’s presence, you could be reading while Danny sits on the other side of the couch scribbling words down in his music journal. It’s one of your favorite things to do with each other, just existing together. Though that’s not all you do, Danny also loves to take you out to local shows, whether it’s bands or artists that he knows/is friends with or just some random show downtown, it’s like he’s immersing you in his world a little bit and he loves it. Since music is essentially his whole life, besides you, it's a fun way to include you in a way that wouldn’t be boring like just sitting in the studio while he works.

B aby - Do they want a family? Why/Why not?

Because he’s still young, kids aren’t in the forefront of Danny’s mind, but that doesn’t mean he never thought about it. He loves his parents, he has a very good relationship with them and has been told that having kids is one of life’s greatest joys. He’d love to experience that for himself, especially with you. He’s had dreams about a couple babies of his own, to give them the experiences he had growing up, though it’s safe to say that those dreams are a long ways away. He’s away for long periods of time, and it’s hard enough to be away from just you, he couldn’t imagine being away from his own hypothetical children. So he would ideally like a family, but not for quite some time. 

C uddle - How do they like to cuddle?

  Danny loves being the big spoon when you two cuddle. He’s large but gentle, your own personal teddy bear. His favorite is when you’re both laying in bed after a long day, a movie on the television, and your head is laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, tracing gentle shapes into the skin. Having you in his arms, protected from the outside world, the two of you locked in your own personal bubble is Danny’s personal happy place. 

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Even before your relationship was official, Danny often found himself daydreaming about a future with you. Right when you met, you had wormed your way into his heart and mind and he knew that you were the one he wanted to be with for a long long time, preferably forever but that thought kind of scared him. He’ll often imagine traveling the world with you, taking you along with him to all the places his career lets him go. Whatever he does, he wants you right there with him. Danny wants to spend forever with you, and it took a little while for him to come to terms with that desire since you’re both still young, but the more he thought about it the more comfortable he got with the idea. Any future with you is his dream future. 

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

At the beginning of your relationship, Danny was the more dominant one. It was before you two really found your groove with each other and that was just how it worked out, once you both fell into a certain level of comfortability and routine it became a relationship of equals. While around his friends, or social situations pertaining to him, Danny will assume the more dominant role. Though when around your friends or family, or events/situations for you, you’ll take the lead. It really all depends on the circumstance, Danny is very versatile and doesn’t really have a dominant personality in everyday domestic life. But if that’s something you need, if you’re having an off day or just need him to take the lead a little bit more, he has no issue doing that for you and it comes relatively easy. 

F eelings - When did they know they were in love?

Danny knew he was in love with you on your very first date. You’d been friends for a little bit at that point and he had finally mustered up the courage to ask you out, the elation and relief he felt was unlike anything he’s ever felt before. He drove you both out to a clearing near where he lived, it was somewhere he’d gone when he needed time away or he wanted to write, it brought him peace and was absolutely gorgeous. He had packed a picnic basket of all your favorites and guided you out into the clearing, hand in hand. As soon as he saw the smile spread across your face he knew he was completely and utterly in love with you. Hearing you gasp in awe at the beauty of the nature around you, watching you chase after butterflies and watch the sunset, he knew without a doubt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you next to him. 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Danny is a very grateful person in general. He is grateful for the amount of opportunities he has been given to live out his dream, for all the cool places he’s got to go and things he’s been able to see, he thanks his lucky stars every day for everything he has and that also extends to you. He’s grateful for everything you do for him, whether that’s acts of kindness or things you choose to miss out on because of him. He know’s his life is not the most stable because of his job and you’ve had to miss out on being able to do or go to certain things because of who he is, and he acknowledges it every time, thanking you and also telling you that you don’t have to work around his schedule and life all the time, but you’re always happy to do it because he’s Danny and you love him endlessly. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Danny has no secrets to keep from you, the only time he’d ever withhold information from you would be if he was planning something for you. He’ll tell you anything you want to know, he firmly believes that there is no point of secrets in your relationship. He’s not afraid to tell you anything and since he tells you everything it’s created a space for you to tell him anything as well. You both know that you can go to each other and say absolutely anything and there will be absolutely no judgement. 

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helping them overcome personal problems?

You’ve definitely helped Danny come out of his shell and embrace himself. Prior to your relationship he was rather quiet and shy, happy to fade into the background and play mediator. With you around, he’s become more of himself, both on the outside (like expressing himself with his clothing or trying makeup) and on the inside (just becoming more comfortable with who he is as a person) and it’s something that he will never be able to thank you for enough. 

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

  Danny is not a jealous person whatsoever, he’s only ever really gotten jealous once and it was only because another man was blatantly flirting with you in front of him. He claims to not get jealous because he loves you and knows that you love him. He knows you would never choose another person over him, you chose to be with him and only him, so why should he feel threatened by another when he’s already your first and only choice?

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

You had been the one to initiate your first kiss with Danny. It was your birthday and instead of going out all you wanted to do was spend the day with him. You made him promise to not get you anything, not wanting him to spend money on you because you said “his presence was a good enough gift” but he didn’t listen. “Everyone should get to open something on their birthday” he had said, pulling out a little gift bag from behind his back. You lightly scolded him, reminding that you had said no gifts but he just told you to open it. Inside the bag was a book you had been wanting forever and a small box. You looked at him skeptically but he just urged you to open it. You carefully unwrapped the box and inside laid a necklace with a pendant that housed a pressed flower from the clearing where you had your first date. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him, he was biting his lip, nervous that you wouldn’t like it or think that it was dumb. But you just threw your arms around him, squeezing him against you so tightly that you couldn’t breath. “You like it?” he asked when you pulled away. “I love it,” you whispered, hand caressing the side of his face before you gently pressed your lips to his. They were soft and warm, and he tasted like spearmint and the soda he’d been drinking. Danny was by far the best person you’d ever kissed, he tenderly laid a large hand on your jaw and smiled into your lips. It was perfect. 

L ove - Who says ‘I love you’ first

You were the one to say I love you first, and it had been kind of an accident. You’d been out on a date to a bar that Danny and the Kiszkas frequented, just a nice night to relax and let loose. Your job was stressing you out lately and Danny thought it’d be nice for the two of you to get out of the house for a little bit. Needless to say, you ended up indulging a little more than intended and passed out on the Uber ride back home. He helped you inside, making you drink some water and take some aspirin for the impending hangover the tomorrow would surely bring. He took such care with helping you change into some of his pajamas, knowing how much you loathed falling asleep in your outside clothes, and he even carefully wiped off your makeup with the wipes he kept in his bathroom just for you. He got himself changed and laid down in bed with you, and just as you were on the verge of sleep you cuddled into him. “You’re too good to me, Daniel,” you mumbled, cheek squished against his chest. “I love you.”

Danny’s heart skipped a beat and his breath got caught in his chest, not because he didn’t feel the same way, but because he’d been waiting for so long to say those same words to you. He didn’t want to scare you off or think it was too soon, but you’d beat him to it in your drunken haze. “I love you too, honey,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, but you were already deep in your dreams. He promised himself that “I love you” would be the first thing he’d tell you when you woke up. 

M emory - What’s their favorite memory together?

A memory that really sticks out in Danny’s mind, and one he finds himself coming back to often, is the first time that you saw him performing. It was relatively early in your relationship and his work was a part of his life he hadn’t shared much with you yet, not that he didn’t want to, the occasion had just never come up. So he had asked you to come the first show of their tour which started in Nashville, you’d been ecstatic having seen on social media how all the fans went all out for the concerts and even though you’d seen videos and heard Danny play, you knew it couldn’t compare to seeing it live and in person. 

When it finally came, it felt like you were just as hyped and full of energy as the boys, you watched in awe at all the people bustling around you, the fans in the pit and the seats all preparing for what seemed like the best night of their lives. It was already magical and the show hadn’t even started yet. Time ticked by and before you knew it, there was a crew member knocking on the dressing room door to tell them there was five minutes to stage, you could see the boys get even more excited as they gathered their things and followed security towards the stage. Right before he went on, you pulled Danny to the side and planted a kiss on his lips, whispering “Break a leg, rockstar,” before a security guard led you to the side of the stage where you’d watch the show. 

As soon as the music started it was like Danny was a completely different person, you felt the magic everyone had spoken about, how when they played they were their truest selves. During his drum solo, you screamed along with the crowd, Danny turning his head toward you while still pounding against the drums and sending you a wink and a smile. Danny felt that show was the best he’d ever played, and if you ask the rest of the band, they’d say the same thing. When it was all over, you’d felt like you were floating and as soon as Danny walked off stage, you launched yourself at him, arms circling his neck face buried in his neck no matter how sweaty he was. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips hard against his, ignoring Sam’s wolf whistle as he passed you. 

When you broke apart, Danny’ll never forget the look in your eyes—pure love and adoration. “You’re fucking amazing,” you whispered as his hands ran up and down your waist. His smile sparkled, he’d heard it before and never let other people’s praise get to his head, but it meant so much coming from you. He was over the moon happy to have shared another part of his life with you. 

N ickel - Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?

Danny doesn’t spoil in the sense of gifts, though he does buy you things when the urge strikes him, but he prefers to spoil you in terms of doing something nice for you. Whether that be a chore that he knows you hate or just doing something nice for you just because he feels like it. It’s how he shows he cares. 

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Danny absolutely glows with love while in your relationship, there is a genuine physical change. He’s already a happy guy, but there’s just a certain gleam about him when you’re together. Even his fans can tell that something is different about him, how happy he looks and how he’s always smiling. His bandmates/brothers obviously know, but even before he’d spilled the beans that he was seeing something, they could see a change in Danny. He plays better, his creative juices always flowing now that he has a muse. He tries not to talk about you constantly, knowing that it would surely be annoying to those around him, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. When you’re around, Danny seems complete. He’s happy and smiley and everything always seems a little bit better. 

P et Name - What pet names do they use? 

Danny is very traditional in terms of pet names. Some of his favorites are honey, darling, and sweetheart. He enjoys the simplicity of them and feels as though they fit you well. You are his honey, his darling, his sweetheart. He uses pet names more than your actual name most of the time. He likes how blushy you get when he uses them in public, and how you’re so used to them that sometimes you don’t respond to your actual name when he calls. 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Since he’s a tall man he uses his height to his advantage. He likes when you ask him to get things for you, so much so that he’ll purposefully place things higher up so you’ll call for him to get them. Getting you a mug from the top shelf and handing it to you with a kiss on the forehead never fails to put a smile on his face. 

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Danny is a hopeless romantic, he personally loves the clichés of romanticism and finds them to be the sweetest thing. Early in your relationship, a weekly date night was implemented and it will never be missed. Even when he’s away on tour you’ll have your date nights via video calls, he wouldn’t miss them for the world. There’s been multiple occasions when there were bouquets of flowers waiting for you at your job, a little note attached that read “just because I love you”. It warms your heart and warms his when he gets a text telling him how much you appreciate his little gestures. You weren’t sure how much you believed all the stereotypes of romance before Danny, but when he came into your life, it turned your whole view of it around. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

If you say you have a personal goal that you want to achieve, Danny is automatically up and looking at ways to help that dream come to fruition. Not that he thinks you need his help, Danny finds you incredibly strong and talented, he believes you could do anything you put your mind to, but he wants to be however involved you want him to be. Danny wants nothing more than to be a part of your journey, whatever that may be. If you want him right by your side, holding your hand the whole time, that’s what he’ll be. And if you prefer him on the sidelines, cheering you on, he’s happy to do that too. 

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Danny likes a routine, he finds comfort in the stability of it. He likes the routine of a date night every week, your bi-weekly trips to the bookstore and coffee shop every other Sunday. His work life is often so hectic that it’s nice to come home and know that things will be the same there. Though there is also a level of thrill in your relationship, while he’s not necessarily a “risk taker” he’s up to trying anything if you’re right there with him. Say you see something you want to try, a new place you want to go, Danny is up for the adventure if it’ll bring you happiness and you’re next to him. 

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

If empathetic was a person, it would be Danny. He’s very compassionate and sweet and understanding. He wants to be able to know you like the back of his hand, he feels like it would only bring you closer. And he does, Danny knows you better than anyone and he loves every part of you. All your little quirks and imperfections he knows and loves them. To him they’re all a part of what makes you the person you are. He takes pride in knowing you as well as he does, being so in tune with you lends a hand to your relationship. He’ll know when you’re feeling uncomfortable or cranky just by the look on your face. He’ll know when you’re happy and excited just by the way you move. How well he knows you is one of his favorite things and he considers it a privilege to be able to know you that well. 

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship with Danny is the most important thing in his life. He holds you above all and would never do anything to jepordize it. Your relationship is as important to him as his career and his music, you are his family and his love. You’ve made his life better and he can’t picture himself without you. You’re a team and there is no one without the other. You are the most important thing in his life. 

W edding - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Danny had dreamt of getting married since he was a little boy, he remembers going to weddings when he was young and he always dreamed of having a love that great that he could share with friends and family. Before he proposed you two had spoken about marriage, just wanting to know if you both were on the same page. You had told him that you couldn’t really see yourself getting married until you met him, that was when he knew that he would marry you. When he proposes to you, it’s in that same clearing that your first date was. He’s very sentimental and knows that spot holds a special place in your heart and his. 

Your wedding is filled with family and friends, it’s everything you pictured and more. You hadn’t believed in marital bliss before getting married to Danny. You didn’t think you could possibly love him more than you did before, but you did. Your relationship is basically the same, just the added perk of being able to call him your husband. You didn’t need a wedding or a piece of paper to show that you loved each other, but being able to share that experience surrounded by friends and family was beautiful. Danny is the perfect husband and you wouldn’t have wanted to be married to anyone else. 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Danny is very subtly affectionate while in public, a hand on the small of your back or in your back pocket, a kiss on the temple or cheek, nothing too crazy but he will always have a hand on you just to reassure himself that you’re there and alright. Though at home or around people he’s comfortable with, he’s on you like a fucking koala. Danny loves to kiss and hug and cuddle, he just loves love and showing how much he loves you. There will be multiple occasions when you two are just hanging out at home, watching TV and just relaxing, and suddenly he’ll hook a finger under your chin and kiss you. You’re always blushing and looking at him with a raised eyebrow when he pulls back, a look on your face that says “what was that for?”. He’ll always shrug and throw an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “Just wanted a kiss,” he’d respond in the sweetest voice, burying his nose in your hair. 

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Because there are times when he’s gone alot there are certain things you two have put in place to make it easier on both of you. When he’s home, you’re almost always together, so when he is away it can be very difficult. Even when he’s thousands of miles away, he’ll never miss your weekly date. He thanks the universe for facetime every day when he’s on tour since it's your main form of communication when he’s gone. There’s a facetime call at least every other day and on off days or days when he can’t find time to call you either because they’re so busy or because of the time differences he will text you all day and everyday. There will always be a goodmorning text and a goodnight text and some inbetween to tell you about his day or ask about yours. Even when you can’t answer immediately because of work or time zones, he’ll talk to you as if you’re right there next to him. It helps the distance not feel so great. 

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Danny would crawl hands and knees to the ends of the earth for you, he didn’t know a love before you. Though he dreamed of it, all love felt like it just existed in movies. When you came along, he knew immediately that he would do anything to make you as happy as you made him. He would do anything to protect you, cherish you, and love you. Danny considers your relationship to be one of the best things that has ever happened to him, if not the best thing, and he would go to the moon and back to keep it. If you wanted the stars, Danny would go up into space and get them himself.

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[slimeyblossoms]

Hii can we make us two miku’s dating? One being dark angel and one sakura miku please!

of course you can (✧ω✧) !

i hope my vision of these losers (/pos) is portrayed enough

Names: Dark Angel, Fallen Angel, Fallen, Luci

Genders: Cis Fem, Vampsillic, Vampfrilled, Angelgirlthing, Ghouldolix, Guitarvampic, Nightmarebodiment, Darkbodiment, Spiderthing, Webredic, Spidervamp, Taxidermic, Darkangelcoric

Orientations: Pansexual, Demiromantic

Pronouns: She/it/goth/dark/angel/sharp/rock/chain/secret/tail/torn/vamp/bat/doll/ghoul/web/spider

Age: 17

Species: Human

Source: Project DIVA

Roles: Isolator, Chainbreaker, Coltenoir, Secret Keeper

Personality: Dark Angel is quite self-reserved and can be pretty snappy if caught in the wrong mood. She's pretty caught up in vamps own head, daydreaming about new songs spider could make or the newest goth fashion trend to set/try. Rock is very secretive, but chain is very dependable when needed for those exact reasons. The only person who does not paint bat wrong is Sakura Miku, understanding that at heart ghoul is just a protector. Tail is the listener in this relationship.

Relationship Status: Dating Sakura Miku

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Names: Sakura Miku, Blossom, Cherry, Cherri, Petals

Genders: Trans Fem, Cherrygender, Cherryblossflowic, Pinkgirl, G♡rl, Loveabomination, Cuteabomination, Princessgender, Magicadored, Pastelidol, Magicalgender, Loveadored, Sweetcloudic, Pinkcutecoric, Hyperfemgender, Cutefluffysoftgender, Flowercute, Kawaiipopastelic, Amareale, Lovelyemojic, Cutebeing, Pinkcandygender, Gentleloveic, Cuteskirtic, Sparklisweet

Orientations: Lesbian, Girl Lover, Hyperromantic, Demisexual, Auti4Auti, Yapper4Listener

Pronouns: She/pink/they/cherry/sakura/petal/blossom/flower/bloom/soft/fluffy/sh♡/love/sweet/princess/adore/magi/cloud/sparkle

Age: 16

Species: Human

Source: Project DIVA

Roles: Mood Booster, Socializor, Romanticist, Femininity Holder

Personality: Sakura Miku is extremely sociable to those around her insys and outsys, and sweet infact rarely lets others see any negative (anger, sadness, etc.) emotions other than Dark Angel. Cherry is very easy to excite, and very difficult to get to shut up once love has started talking. Blossom spends a lot of time and effort into softs outfits/appearence, as well as, spends a lot of time assuring those around magi are happy. Sh♡ is quite obviously the yapper in the relationship.

Relationship Status: Dating Dark Angel

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AAAAA ☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆ i hope you like them !!!! they're 2 lil cute peas in a pod

[arminsumi]

@ your latest reblog about smut being fast food.. I'm not a follower for long BUT I happen to be on here for 10+ years and let me tell you: there's nothing more boring than a fic that's simply about smut. If I read a fic and the writer doesn't even put in the effort to make it at least sound as if that certain character would say xyz then I'll just skip lmao.

I appreciate thoroughly checked works.. characters being spot on and some good worldbuilding. I'm so sick of boring fics that you can literally apply to ANY character and it "works".

If a writer is able to really indulge into a character, their past, what they've been through and so on.. that's what makes me interested in a fic. It should fit the character and you shouldn't be able to copy paste the same work with a different character. I really like your fics that don't include smut at all such as "photograph" that made my heart sink let me tell you. The way it was so innocent and it all came down to Satoru crying and sobbing I can totally see him being heartbroken bc of something like this and he'd totally do it in silence too.

I know I'm just one of a few but please don't be discouraged by clown fics that are full of notes but don't even contain a proper plot. It seems unfair and it is bc most readers are just horny and who am I to blame lol. I also love smut but you know what's even better? If you can imagine that character saying these things, if the scenery makes sense if their relationship makes sense..

I appreciate writers that still care about the little things. Please don't stop putting in the effort because it seems like nobody is truly liking your fluffy fics.. I do and I also love heart wrenching angst and other fics.

I hope you're feeling a lil better now.. had to get that off my chest 🩷

omg 😭💗

thank u so much for taking the time to write this, it's rlly reassuring and so sweet of u!!

i've been a bit self-conscious of my works lately because i see paragraph smut getting great feedback and then thought-out plots being lost in the tumblr void.

so i start scrutinizing my own work like ok maybe this wasn't as good as i thought?? did i structure it wrong?? is the flow bad??

i rlly try hard to ensure quality and do thorough editing and carefully write dialogues.

because i personally hate reading stuff and thinking "yeahhhh they'd never say that lol" bc it just breaks the immersion.

fanfic is a special type of reading experience, because the reader is usually self-inserting into the world and daydreaming about the scenario.

and also regarding smut, sometimes i hate writing full smut scenes or writing extremely satisfying sex. because in real life it's not like that, and i'd like to show relationship development like maybe character A says ok let's stop for now or maybe they don't go too far or maybe they're dissatisfied.

but i fear that writing about realistic, emotional sexual interactions with angst and (fluffy ones with short smut and long aftercare/after scenes) will not be well-received or enjoyed. it would greatly help plotlines of some of my angst fics, like the one where satoru loves the reader but she absolutely doesn't, but they "try" make it work and it falls apart because she feels emotionless during intimacy with him (but not with suguru, and she can't fall for him bc yk... tight-knit friend group problems 😔)

idk but it's alright bc i have my own personal rules of writing that i try to stick to, and i'm trying not to let notes or feedback deter me. i always hide in Kerouac's books when i lose sight of truthful writing lol

anyways thank u for ur motivational words they are stored in my heart hehe 💗👍

[ask18thcenturyrussia]

Why are you so into toxic relationships and abuse? (RusPru)

|| Oh BOY this is one of my favorite things to discuss

Might be long, so I’m putting it under the cut.

I used to roleplay as both characters for a good SEVEN years, and over the time I researched and learned so much about psychology and how trauma affects people, and put that into my writing. We love villains, we find danger sexy when it’s fictional. And we love to read horrible things happening the characters in books, or watch horror movies, because for a lot of people it’s interesting to see the reactions. And for some, it’s cathartic. In specific with RusPru it’s very simple. To me, a man like Ivan would be terrifying irl, because of my own trauma with men like that, but in fiction he’s my favorite type of character. I love to explore the trauma HE has and the reasons he behaves the way he does, and put him through the wringer, because in a way that helps me make sense of my own trauma too. And same applies to Gilbert, I love to torment him a lot because he has such an interesting past to pull so much dramatic effect from. It’s really all just about them being interesting characters with their broken souls and their inability to interact like normal people, after so long of being at each other’s throats. Their shared trauma and issues make them interesting and gives them so much deeper flavor than any normal, well-adjusted character might have. It’s why a good plotline needs there to be adversity and something to overcome, or it’s boring. Two characters who get along well and never argue or have a single thing off, gets tired very quickly, because there is no flavor to that. It’s just cotton candy. I know there’s a lot of people who love fluffy ships like that, and I totally get it, but I’ve never seen the appeal. I love drama. The betrayals, the battles and the blood, they’re so attractive in a ship dynamic. And then abuse as a theme in itself? It’s just cathartic to me. I love absolutely horrible things happening in fiction, not just abuse by itself. I’ve written over the years so much filth and explored dark themes from every possible angle. It’s exciting to get to go past the Pure and Sweet and take a dive into the human psyche and the dark waters of horror and what we as humans fear or hate. And then put that into my writing. Sure, sometimes I project my own trauma on it, but I do try to keep myself out of it, to not mix real life into pure fiction. Which is what it is. Fiction. Make-believe. Daydreams. L'appel du vide. None of it hurts real life people, simply thrills them. But it IS also okay to be put-off by it, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. But what is NOT okay is to judge others for finding interest in the dark. To each their own, y’know? ||

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Fluffy AU's Masterlist

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Summary: What’s Ashton supposed to do if he ends up sharing the cabin with a cute counselor?

Coffee Boy (ao3) - Jay_isnotokay michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum Hood has a crush on a barista, plenty of coffee making ensues.

Daydreams (ao3) - cornflowerblue (daydadahlias) michael/ashton T, 6k

Summary: It's not Michael's fault the owner of Fletcher's Flowers is so good-looking. And no one—Luke—should be able to blame him for wanting to come to the shop and admire the pretty buff man with large delicate hands as he assembles bouquets or pets his cat.

go for miles (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: When Calum had bought tickets to Glastonbury Festival with his ex nearly a full year ago, he never imagined he would have ended up going alone. The very messy breakup of a nearly-three-year relationship pushed any and all thoughts of future-plans to the back of his mind. He had almost entirely forgotten about the tickets tucked into an envelope, if he was being honest with himself. It wasn’t until an email dropped into his inbox with the subject: 'We can’t wait to see you!', reminding him that oh shit, they had bought tickets together and oh shit, that’s in like two weeks.

He spent the better part of the afternoon sitting on the living room floor trying to figure out what to do with his ticket. It was too late for him to transfer it to someone else, he couldn’t sell it because it had his name printed on it, and he didn’t really want to lose out on the £300 he spent on the damn thing by just not going. So, he decided then and there that he would go alone. Ex-boyfriend be damned, he’d have a great time even if he was by himself.

If I'm Lame Then You're Beautiful (ao3) - ashsparagus michael/luke N/R, 4k

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I hope you like superheroes (ao3) - brokenstereotype luke/ashton T, 20k

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It's Such a Shame That We Play Strangers (ao3) - velvethood (orphan_account) michael/calum/ashton T, 14k

Summary: “Well, when my favourite customer disappears I’m going to be worried.” Ashton reiterates, hands Michael his drink and a plate full of three types of cake like he knew Michael was coming. “You have a lot of food to catch up on. I’ve been on the cake wagon lately, haven’t I Cal?”

This is the first time Ashton’s addressed Calum in front of him which isn’t surprising because they’ve never been in this situation before, but Michael’s unsure of what to do with himself. They haven’t even been introduced each other.

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

Oh Christmas Lights, Keep Shining On (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 3k

Summary: Michael and Ashton have won their town's Winter Decoration Competition for the past two years. This year, their new neighbors are going to give them a run for their money.

Puppies, Pastries, and Other Sweet Things (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton, mentioned michael/calum G, 16k

Summary: When Ashton heard someone scratching on his front door in the middle of the night, he expected it to be a burglar, maybe even extraterrestrial beings who planned to take him to another planet. However, the last thing that he expected to find was a lost puppy who simply wanted shelter from the rain.

Say It With Your Hands (ao3) - GirlTheyCallAllie michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: Meeting your soulmate was pretty easy in this world. You had a timer on your wrist which counted down to the moment you hear their voice for the first time. Until then all you had to do was wait.

Except for Luke and Ashton it wasn't that easy.

(So I'll Sit Here) Waiting (ao3) - dafeedil luke/calum T, 2k

Summary: Normally, Luke wouldn't think twice about it, because quite a few people went jogging in his neighborhood, but the guy was shirtless, and he looked damn good.

It became a bit of a habit after that, part of Luke's morning routine. Wake up, make coffee, turn on the news, watch the hot shirtless neighbor running by instead of the news.

stick to the status quo (ao3) - cliffakitten luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 29k

Summary: It's weird. Luke knows it's weird. He's very much aware of the degree of weirdness that he is being right now. Very, painfully aware. Which is why he's wearing a black beanie and sunglasses inside in the middle of spring. Inside the school theatre to be exact, sure to anyone else it wasn't exactly a place which requires a friggin disguise to be in. But Luke was a football player, by the ancient and all knowing laws of high school he shouldn't even know where the theatre is, never mind sneaking in through the lighting booth to stand in the back of it. ~ Or, the one where Luke is on the football team but has a mahooosive crush on this kid in the theatre club with the big hazel eyes and emo fringe.

storms of fabled foreign tongues (ao3) - fermentedpotato luke/ashton G, 5k

Summary: Literature class gets cancelled due to a lack of interest and Ashton gets stuck in creative writing. It's definitely going to suck.

superlatives (ao3) - dazedlight (opinionoutpost) calum/ashton, michael/luke G, 2k

Summary: '“We're not even dating,” Calum says, exasperated, ignoring his friends as he raises his head once more and throws his hands in the air. “Shouldn't the Best Couple actually be a couple?”'

Or, Calum and Ashton win the award for Best Couple in their school yearbook even though they are not, in fact, a couple.

What I (don't) like about you (ao3) - truly_madly_deeply michael/luke, calum/ashton, minor harry/louis, minor niall/liam E, 70k

Summary: Michael hates Luke, Luke hates Michael. When Luke’s older brother Ashton starts dating Michael’s best friend Calum out of all people, the two arch enemies are suddenly forced to spend way too much time together. Which they don’t like at all, but hey, shit happens, and so does love.

Or the one where Luke gets his lip pierced and Michael finds it very distracting.

Where the Heart Is (ao3) - LyricalPary (hoseoky) luke/ashton, side michael/calum E, 86k

Summary: By the time that Ashton Irwin is twenty-seven years old, he's already a widower and a father of three. After his third nanny quits on him, he comes to the conclusion that life in general doesn't seem to like him very much—that is, until his luck turns around when he discovers a particular nanny by the name of Luke H.

The question now is, can a twenty-two year old man with mile-long legs and a smile made of gold really be the super nanny that Ashton needs?

Perhaps so.

Your Love Will Take Me Home (ao3) - GirlTheyCallAllie luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 4k

Summary: The concept is simple. From the moment you turn 15 until the day you meet, you will be able to hear your soulmate's voice inside your head.

[rose-p3tals]

Evelina!

Family tree and health status

Father: Alive, rotting in jail

Mother: Died when she was 4

Brother(Travis): Dead💕

Age and other info

17, Royale High Oc :3

Nature fairy

Max is infact her ex. He assaulted her at 14🎀

She does have a love life, I swear🔥

Other relationships

Max: Ex

Lucian: Boy, best friend (He sees her as a sister)

Vesper: Friends, eventually lovers???

Angelina: Best friends since Evelina was 15

(I think that's it?)

Other info bc yeah

Name: Evelina (Obviously)

Nicknames; Ev, Eve, Lina, Na

Grade: Junior

Dob/age: 17 5/15/2007

Element: Nature

Species: Fairy :3

Pronouns: She/They

Personality: sweet, sassy/sarcastic, comedic relief, shy, affectionate, creative, indecisive, faithful, hopeless romantic, innovative, Daydreamer.

Likes: art, spicy food, fluffy things, pink, bows, Cutesy things :3, bunnies, cats, mice/rats, (literally just animals her dorm is like a zoo but friendly), horror movies

Dislikes: Trauma dumping randomly, just ask her, she's happy to listen🫶, shitting on her interests..wtf dude? Comparing any of her trauma to yours, it's not a competition, who's Trauma is 'worse' is not something to talk about. Making her uncomfortable, being too close, touching her without asking (Hugs are an exception, she loves hugs).

description of oc: brown hair, curly hair (she straightens or curls it every day because she doesn't like her natural curls), green eyes, and freckles.

song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6QCPC5ZtEpkAGFyQ0BLuK9?si=DESVtZ4VSuyjY82byPr8JA

[writemekpop]

Bad Bunny | Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: Mark insists you’re just casual, but you want something more. To make him jealous, you hook up with his best friend Jaemin...

Genre: College AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Frat party, alcohol, jealousy

“Marky, baby! We’re leaving in five minutes – why the hell aren’t you changed?” As you peek round your bathroom door, your eyebrows hit the ceiling. 

Your boyfriend Mark grins sheepishly, running one hand through his freshly washed jet-black fringe. “I am changed…” 

Your eyes slide downwards. Despite being sculpted by lean muscle, his grey T-shirt still looks like pyjamas. 

You roll your eyes, the hanger holding his outfit still hidden behind your back. Your heart is pounding. Tonight, you have a grand plan – to finally reveal your relationship with Mark to your friends. 

Every time you start daydreaming in the PR office where you work, you imagine one thing. You and Mark, a power couple, the ones everyone is jealous of because they’re so sickeningly in love.  

It’s been six months, and this is perfect time. And you’re not letting anything get in the way of that. Not even Mark’s hate for dressing up.   

“It’s Jaehyun’s costume party? As in… you have to come in costume?” You can’t hide the wobble in your voice. 

Mark wrinkles his nose. “But I don’t have one…”

A shy grin spreads over your cherry lip-glossed lips. Slowly, you creep out from behind the door, raising your arms in jazz hands. “Ta-da!” 

Your outfit is revealed: a neon pink bodycon dress so tight you can barely breathe, topped off with a fluffy rabbit headband. You’ve never worn something this skin-tight, but for your boyfriend, you’ll do anything. 

On the front, in a swirly white font, is written: “Miss Bunny”, with an arrow pointing to the right. 

You pull out the pink fluffy onesie from behind your back – labelled with an identical “Mr Bunny.” Your eyes are stinging. It must be your eyeliner because you can’t understand why you’re getting so emotional about this.  

But when you see his face, your victorious smile fades. Mark’s nose is still wrinkled, chestnut eyes squinting in disbelief. 

“What? You don’t… like them? I thought you liked pink!” Sweat blossoms on the back of your neck. 

Mark pulls crosses his arms, fingers kneading nervously into his skin. “I do, I do, it’s just… matching costumes? Isn’t that kinda… intense?”  

Your foundation is so thick you can’t move your face to frown. But inside, your gut is crumpled up like tissue paper. 

“Well, we can lose the ears if you want…” Your voice trails away, folding in on itself. 

Mark continues, tongue flicking over his lips. “No- I mean…” His voice drops. “We don’t want to make a huge deal about… us, you know?” 

This time, you can’t hide your vanishing smile. You suddenly feel stupid; a big pink hotdog.  

Before you can answer, Mark continues, “Look, you look smokin’, and we have so much fun together… but you know that’s all this is, right? Just fun? No one else needs to know about our sweet little deal.” 

Forced to break his gaze, you turn away. “Right, no, I get that! I’m suuuper casual. It was just, a joke, you know?” You start laughing awkwardly. Your breaths are getting shakier. 

You know your voice is too wobbly to fool him, but Mark still laughs as if he believes you. “I mean, you do look… wow.”

As you turn away, you catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dress clings to your round hips like the shiny skin of a ripe peach. He’s right. You do look wow. 

You’re not wasting a look this hot crying the night away.

 No – it’s time to let Mark know just how much he’s missing out on. 

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The funny thing is, you weren’t even the one who suggested ‘Spin the Bottle’ at the party. It was Jaemin. 

Now, it’s finally your turn to spin. In the corner of your eye, you see Mark smirking casually. Like he doesn’t even care who you kiss. 

Angry flames shoot up inside you, and you flick the bottle with all your might. 

It lands… perfectly between two people: Mark and Jaemin. A seductive smile curling your lips, you crawl into the centre of the circle. 

Mark is taking a deep draught of his beer. The next moment, you see him choke a little. Because you ignore him completely and wrap your arms over Jaemin’s shoulders.

In a black hoodie with tiny cat ears, Jaemin can hardly be described as ‘in costume’. 

“Can’t fight the bottle, can we?” you murmur, stroking Jaemin’s jaw with one thumb. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.  

Mark is furiously clearing his throat beside you, but you take no notice. 

You’re too busy watching Jaemin’s pink tongue flick over his lips. His clear brown eyes have stopped blinking. Now they’re gazing deep into yours under dark lashes. 

“Miss Bunny… you better hop right to it.” As Jaemin whispers his bad pun, his pink lips turn up in a dry smile. It’s now or never. You lean forward, and kiss that grin right off his face. 

You hold nothing back in kissing Jaemin. Your hands grip wildly in his gelled hair, messing it up as best you can. Your lips grab his so hungrily he’s pulled forward. It’s not just snogging; it’s like you’re devouring his face right off. 

When you pull back, a triumphant smile graces your lips.

A halo around Jaemin’s mouth is stained a bright pink, and his hair sticks out in mad tufts. He gives you a dopey, half-eyed smile, which you’re happy to return.

Beside him, you notice Mark getting up from his seat. He storms away, muttering under his breath. 

You get up, not giving Jaemin a second look. Mission completed. 

For the rest of the party, even Doyoung stops teasing you about how your costume ‘isn’t bunny’. All of your friends can only stare in silent awe. 

At the end of the night, you approach Mark as he’s leaving. 

“Wait up!” you say, grabbing your coat and keys. “Tonight was so fun.” 

You get a tiny stab of excitement when you see Mark’s expression. He’s wearing a stormy frown, his muscles flexing with the effort of crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, for some of us,” he mutters. 

You can’t help but grin. You exaggeratedly strain to catch his expression. “Is Mr Mark Lee… jealous?” 

Without turning to you, Mark blurts out, “That bottle was halfway between us, and you know it!” His broad shoulders are rising and falling with his deep panting. 

You purse your lips, struggling not to giggle outright. “I didn’t offend you, did I? See, I thought were just having fun.”

Mark stops at the end of the hallway, and swivels to face you. His eyes are fixed on the floor, like he’s telling off your shoes. “Fine. I don’t like it when you kiss my friends, okay?”

Slowly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lace them behind his neck. It’s hot under your fingers, just like his burning cheeks. “What I hear when you say that, is that you’re dying with jealousy because you care about me so much.” 

Mark flicks his jaw in annoyance. “Okay! You win. I change my mind. I want us… to be exclusive.” His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper.

You lean in. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that…” 

A tiny smile creeps onto Mark’s face. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/n,” he yells. 

You hear a gasp, and flick your head around. 

All your friends are collected at the door. They’re all suddenly very interested in their shoes. 

“It’s okay guys, I know you’re listening,” you call. 

“Good – that was killing us! Go Y/n and Mark!” Jeno cheers. 

You’re not sure what you enjoy better – your friends’ wild cheers or the deep blush spreading over Mark’s cheeks. 

“Come on, boyfie,” you call, pulling him away with you. 

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