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[jellyfishinsideajar]

I'm happy there's other active authors on the blush blush fandom!<3 and since you know obey me! I want to ask for blush blush x Angel/demon reader ^^, I don't know you character limit is so anon,scale and characters of your choice pls! (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

Sorry this took rlly, rlly, rlly long- I died :D

Jk I graduated community college! Plus with the bad shit happening in the world at the moment, I decided I need to do productive things again. So I’m back and hopefully here to stay!

Anon

It was an explanation though as to why computers always seemed to start acting strange around your presence, glitching without reason, lag from a computer nerds worst nightmare, and how you always seemed to be able to get anywhere you wanted. Bypassing thousands walls of code before the tip his fingers could even touch the keyboard.

Never would have guessed you for a demon, but it made sense the more and more he thought about it. He’s honestly a bit shocked that it took him so long to notice up to this point.

-

“What's that look for? Hmmm?”

“What look?”

The smug expression that had taken residence upon your face made you look all the more mischievous in Anon’s eyes- even more so when he glanced back down at his monitor to see that you had beaten him, again.

“How did you that?! You didn’t even press a single key, I saw you!”

You only gigged and leaned back into your seat across from Anon, closing your eyes and stretching your arms above your head.

“I told you already- I’m just that good, I don’t know why you find it so hard to believe~”

Anon was going ever the more frustrated, not because he continued to lose again and again(he would never admit it made him a wee sour), but he just didn’t understand how you being a demon gave you such a power in the first place.

“It makes no sense- I spent house getting this good and ya tellin’ me all you have to do is look at a computer and that’s it?”

Even with your eyes closed, you could feel Anon’s sneer from across the table.

“I’m. That. Good.”

Stirling

Stirling knew from the beginning, that innocent gleam in your eyes accompanied by the radiant, almost glowing aura that surrounded you was a dead give away. He was a bit shocked when you had no intentions of slaying him, but instead wanting to help him return to his true form. You truly were a saint.

He had no intention of giving up his damned, immortal life though. Not when you two could instead spend eternity together, till the very universe itself froze over or imploded in on itself, whichever came first.

-

"Please, Stirling- Let me help you."

"Help me? My dear, why would I want to return to a mortal life when I can dance with you among the stars till the sun implodes on itself? Why, I want nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity with you..."

You looked at him with soft eyes, eyes that could encapture anyone into doing whatever you wanted,

"Stirling, what of what comes after? I couldn't live with myself knowing you'll burn in hell for all of eternity if you were slain."

"Then I shall make it my promise to you, I will never leave your side if you promise to never leave mine."

It was a promise with consequences for the both of you, what would become of you when it is found out that you've decided to love a demon such as himself?

What would become of you if he were to be slain? Alone for the rest of existence, never to be together again, Stirling couldn't live with himself he ever left you alone to live out the rest of your immortal life.

He'd surely go mad without you.

Cole

Ahh, so that’s why you were so perfect, why didn’t he guess it sooner? His Y/N, an angel, his own angel sent down from above.

He already believed he didn’t deserve you before, but now- Oh no, God must have loved toying with him. What kind of monster deserved a literal angel such as you? Certainly not him. You were too much, too good, too pure- For anyone. Surely you must be gift for him, to set him straight and turn his back on the ugliness of his true nature. A gift he could keep all to himself.

-

"Cole, You're squeezing my hand too tight..."

"My Y/N, my very own angel..."

Even as your gorgeous eyes give him a stern look for his possessive behavior, he knows. You could never do him wrong.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I find I can’t help myself around you, you’re simply too… captivating. I find the need to hold your hand in mine, always.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles, the sight of your eyes once giving him a stern look just melt- Oh, how he would do anything to keep you by his side.

Your smile, eyes, touch, and very holy presence. His to keep, his to love.

You are his.

He’ll never let you go.

Scale

He had a small suspicion, something in the back of his mind urging him to be wary of your every move, to steer clear of you altogether, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so.

Not only did every instinct in his body tell him run from you, but you also took any chance you got to scare the living daylights out of him. Somehow blending into the darkness better than he ever could in all his years of training.

Even when he had every right to be suspicious and stay clear of you, he felt as if you had a grip on his very soul. Every time you so much as looked into his eyes, he felt captivated by your very being.

-

"Boo."

You whispered softly into Scale’s ear, hot puff of air grazing the shell of his ear that sent a chill down his spine. His entire body flinching, the position from where he’s perched himself above a canopy of trees becoming unstable for just a moment. A moment and no more.

“Y/N- You startled me.”

Scale’s heart rate had spiked for a moment, his hands gripping the bark of the tree branch beneath his fingertips tightly to ensure he didn’t lose balance.

“Aww, I was hoping for a stronger reaction.“

A soft giggle slithered past your lips, your perch above Scale on the branch above giving you the best view of the small ninja who continued to glare up at you, lips pressed into a thin line and brows furrowed.

Your laugh, your damn laugh- Scale felt as if just hearing it took the very air straight from his throat whenever he heard it. Goosebumps quickly making themselves present along the skin of his arms underneath his clothes.

“Perhaps you ought to try a different technique that isn’t sneaking up behind me and simply saying ‘Boo’.”

He finally manages to tear his eyes away from your alluring eyes, the hair on the back his neck standing as he attempted to force his attention elsewhere.

“Oh, I’ll take your advice to heart~”

Your voice was no louder than a whisper, but it felt as if it had a grip over Scale’s own heart.

[lhck999]

THANKYOUTAHNKYOUTHANKYOU HES ME FAVOURITE AAAAAAAAAA YOU WRITE SO GOOD!!!! JUST GOT A NEW FOLLOWERRR!! <3 volks would totally be this soft btw its so in characterrr

Uhm 👉🏻👈🏻 can I have an imagine with half-Transformed Volks and an S/O who loves to brush and pet his ears and tail

Heyo!! This ask is so cute i- tysm for requesting!! This watered my crops and cleared my skin 💅✨✨ -Mod Sammie

����🐺Volks with a S/O who loves to brush and pet his ears/tail🐺🖤

Ok i love him,, but we all know he’s a little bitch boy 😔😔

So with him being a 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒 ™️ and all of course its going to take some time for him to allow you to do this

Its not that he doesn’t want you to do this, but he has a hard time trusting people

...he may also spontaneously combust the moment you do this, but that’s definitely not true and shut up he is definitely not blushing!! he is

The trick to Volks letting you pet and love on him is easing him into it

The man is so touch starved but damnit he’s shy, you need to warn him because his heart wont be able to handle it otherwise 🥺🥺

Once you get him comfy with affection, he will be much more willing to let you brush his floofy bits but only in private, he has a reputation to uphold 😤

The boy is actually quite insecure, so all this affection is quite validating to him. He finds himself coming to you for affection a lot more after a while

PLEASE pet his ears while y’all cuddle, PLEASE brush his tail while watching a movie together, it calms him down so much 🥺💗💗

The two of you were currently lounging on the couch, binging whatever series Volks nagged you into watching.

“Hey um.. Y/N??” He mumbled, his voice interrupting the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” you glanced over to the man next to you, he looked nervous; brows knitted together, hands grabbing at the blanket covering you both.

He gulped, hesitant to ask, “Can you uh.. You know.. Do the.. Thing??” Smiling, you looked at him, though he was completely avoiding your gaze; seemingly afraid to confront whatever possible judgement you had for him.

You knew exactly what he wanted, however you being the caring partner you are, wanted to calm him down. So, you do what you’re the best at, annoying Volks! “Babe, if you want affection you have to be more specific. What thing, love?”

Volks proceeds to plop his head in your lap and places your hand on his head, clearly annoyed with your antics.

“Please, don’t make this any more embarrassing than it has to be for me..” He grumbles. God, do you always have to make things so difficult?! This was the first time he was this close to anybody, surely you’d cut him some slack. Right? His cheeks burned crimson, as if him laying on your lap wasn’t embarrassing enough for him; he cursed himself for not being able to control the blush that continued to spread down his neck.

You chuckle, looking down at the pouting boy below you. “How cute” you thought. Deciding you’ve teased him enough, you begin to rake your fingers through his locks, gently caressing his ears. Wow, they’re soft. Volks clearly was enjoying this, as he proceeded to nuzzle into your lap. Holy shit?? Did that just happen? He never been this vulnerable before!

Before you could continue mentally screaming, Volks yawned and looked up at you. Geez, why did he have to be so pretty? His silky hair, amber eyes, toned body, plush lips, no wonder why he’s a model...

“Hey, uh, why’d you stop?” He questioned, snapping you out of your daze. “Oh!! Um, sorry! You’re just really beautiful!” you replied without much thought. Maybe you should have put more thought into your response, as he sputtered and somehow blushed even more. “Your honesty is going to be the death of me...” he muttered. “Well maybe you shouldn’t be so handsome all the time!!” you quipped, resulting in a pillow being shoved in your face.

[beloveds-embrace]

(firefighters!141 x chubby reader… 👁️👁️ )

A friend of yours is a fire chief for your town’s local fire station. They ask you to help the fire station do some training drills for rescue operations. Your friend says it’s because you have acting skills, but you both silently acknowledge it probably has to do with the fact that you are chubby. Not fit, not thin, not easy to carry as evident by all the partners you’ve dated before- whatever you wanna call it.

It’s alright, you are pretty used to it. If they weren’t your friend, you would have honestly refused and saved yourself the inevitable humiliation, but alas. You are used to it, you really are.

You are introduced to Captain John Price, who holds your hand so warm and snug you have to will your blush away, but there’s nothing that can help you as he lays a big hand over your lower back and leads you to the waiting firemen. Three men, though you expected far more but John- Call me John, sweetheart. Captain is just for thos muppets- explains that they’ll be doing it in groups.

You are introduced to the three firemen (a Scot, and two Brits. Johnny, Kyle and Simon respectively. Unlike the other two, though, Simon is wearing a balaclava) and by god, you almost want to say that just for today, there is a different source of water they can use-

“Lay down here, sweetheart.” John’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and with a blush, you scramble to obey. The good girl you receive in return might as well be the best thing you’ve even been told in your entire life and the heat between your legs agrees as well.

Though you are quickly reminded that this will probably not go so well, considering your size and everything and maybe you should just apologize and leave already-

Before you can think about leaving, Johnny steps forward with that smirk he’s had since the beginning and a glint of mischief in his eyes. He crouches down next to you, stretching his arms out. “Alright, lass,” he says with a wink, “don’t be shy now. Let’s see if I’m up for the challenge.”

Before you can even process it, he slides his arms under you and lifts you up effortlessly- still mindful of your “injury”. Your face goes bright red as he shifts you in his grip, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He gives a low whistle as he run around with you in his arms, a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Not too bad, eh? Thought I’d be struggling, but you’re light as a feather.” His grin widens, smug, as he watches your flustered reaction. “Didn’t expect me to be so strong, did ya, lass?”

You mumble something incoherent, trying to avoid his eyes, and he laughs, his deep chuckle vibrating through his chest. When he finally sets you down, you’re left feeling a little dazed, and before you can catch your breath, Kyle steps in and helps you lay back down.

“Alright, my turn,” he says with a gentle smile, his hands warm and careful as he reaches down to lift you. His grip is steady and secure, and he holds you with a tenderness that has your heart pounding in your chest. Unlike Johnny, Kyle doesn’t say much, but he gives you soft, reassuring smiles that somehow fluster you even more to the point where you really, really just want to bury your face in his shoulder. His arms feel solid around you, and there’s an easy confidence in the way he carries you that leaves you a little breathless.

“You doing okay, doll?” he asks, his voice low and soothing, and you nod, struggling to keep from blushing harder. He catches the faintest smile on your lips and chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before he gently sets you back down.

Simon is next. He’s quiet as he approaches, his intense gaze flickering over you. Without a word, he slides his arms under you and lifts you in one smooth motion that leaves you drooling (in more ways than one). His hold is firm, and you can feel the strength in every part of his frame. If you weren’t playing the role of an injured, barely-conscious woman, you would honestly be begging to feel under his clothes.

He doesn’t say much as he carries you, but his steady breathing and the quiet intensity in his eyes speak volumes. You can barely hold his gaze; there’s something about his silent, stoic demeanor that sends your heart racing.

Finally, John steps up, and you realize you’re already blushing before he even touches you. Honestly? You doubt your face will return to normal anytime soon. “Alright, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone soft yet authoritative. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you with an ease that leaves you a little lightheaded. The warmth of his embrace and the strength in his arms make you feel small and delicate in a way that you’ve never felt before. It leaves you breathless, but in a good way. John holds you close, his breath tickling your ear as he chuckles. “Not so bad, is it?”

By the end of it, your cheeks are burning, and the four of them are all sharing knowing smirks- you can even see the slightest crinkles of Simon’s eyes.

“Well, I’d say you’ve helped these muppets passthe test alright, sweetheart.” John huffs, his voice warm and full of amusement, and the others chuckle in agreement, each of them clearly enjoying your reactions far more than you anticipated. You can barely meet any of their eyes, your heart still pounding from the attention- and the teasing glances they keep exchanging make it clear that they noticed every flustered look and blushing smile.

As you’re still catching your breath, John tilts his head, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, and continues. “Well, we’ll have to call you back soon for another round, sweetheart. Can’t let the boys get rusty.” he teases, giving you a wink.

Johnny chimes in with a grin, taking your hand and kissing your palm. “Aye, can’t let you off that easy, bonnie. We’ll need plenty more practice to make sure we’ve got it down, yeah?”

Kyle nods as well, his gaze fixed on you. Never before have you had so much attention on you, and you never realized how much you quite love it. “Wouldn’t be proper training without our favorite helper.”

Simon, ever the quiet one, just gives you a small nod, but there’s a glint of promise in his eyes that makes your stomach flip.

You can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth you didn’t expect filling your chest. “I’ll… I’ll look forward to it. I’m glad to be of help.” You manage, your cheeks still tingling from the attention.

As you turn to leave, maybe go and ask your friend what else they could need you for since you are such a gracious friend, John’s voice calls after you, low and steady. “Soon, sweetheart.” The words linger, making you wonder just how soon “soon” might really be.

You hope it’ll be soon enough. Very soon enough.

[mischievous-thunder]

Good to know, Wade, good to know.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[heartfeltcherie]

i’m completely and utterly in love with the concept of reader developing feelings for alastor, but she knows he’s aroace so she doesn’t know how to communicate/doesn’t wanna cross any boundaries. so the next best thing? distance and close herself off from him.

when they’re in the same room she will not look at him or talk to him in case it slips that she’s head over heels.

she even goes as far as standing on the other side of the room because being too close to alastor sends her into a nervous frenzy.

but alastor, being the very observant demon that he is, notices how closed off she’s being when he’s used to her standing close to him. used to her soft and calming voice. used to having her presence around him all the time.

does he miss it? yes. will he ever admit that out loud? absolutely not.

so alastor confronts her about it. and maybe it takes a bit of poking and prodding to finally get reader to admit everything and she’s so terrified because “i don’t wanna lose you to my stupid and idiotic feelings”

but then… hehe. alastor just says;

“my darling, i love and cherish your company more than any of the others here. it’d be a downright shame to not have a beauty like you on my arm”

[nothingbizzare]

Just a little crush

[capquinn]

Sunday | Q. Hughes

summary: A lazy Sunday morning... pairing: reader x quinn hughes content: nothing but tooth rotting fluff word count: 1k ↪masterlist

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“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

The morning light slips through the blinds, casting soft, golden stripes across the room. It dances on the walls, wrapping you both in a warm, quiet glow. It’s the kind of light that only comes in the last days of summer, when the air feels just a bit cooler in the mornings, but the days still stretch long into the evening. There’s something almost ethereal about the way it floods the space, filling every corner with a peaceful stillness.

You’re both wrapped in the tangled mess of white sheets, limbs entwined. Quinn's chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, the gentle warmth of his skin brushing against yours. The world beyond the window might as well not exist; here, in the cocoon of soft linens and golden light, it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the last days of lazy summer, sheltered from the chaos of life outside.

You glance up at Quinn, his face half-buried in the pillow, hair slightly tousled and falling in soft strands across his forehead. The sunlight dances on his face, illuminating the faint freckles scattered across his nose. His expression is soft, radiating the kind of peacefulness that only comes when you know you don’t have to be anywhere else but here. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows on his cheeks, but there’s a contentedness in the way he looks at you and a lazy, easy smile playing at the corners of his lips that makes your heart flutter.

You shift a little closer, pressing your cheek against the pillow and propping yourself up slightly on your elbow. Your hand moves instinctively, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble that’s grown in over the weekend. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again, meeting yours in that sleepy, comfortable silence.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.

A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."

His brows quirk, but he doesn’t say anything, just watches you with a curious gaze. The warmth of his eyes pulls you in like it always does, the mix of green and hazel almost impossible to decipher. They’re mesmerizing... The way the morning light catches in his irises, turning the hues of green and hazel into something almost magical. They shift with the light, as if the exact colour of them depends on where you’re standing, or how close you are.

Luckily, you’re the only one who gets to see them this closely.

That thought makes your heart swell. This quiet intimacy between the two of you, tucked away from the world in the soft glow of the morning. His eyes, those incredible, ever-changing eyes, are just for you in this moment. A warmth blooms in your chest, a sense of comfort and belonging that’s almost overwhelming in its simplicity.

“You have such pretty eyes,” you say softly, the words slipping out without much thought.

A faint blush creeps across Quinn’s cheeks, and he shifts slightly under the covers, glancing away for just a second. His reaction is almost bashful, as if no one’s ever said something like that to him before.

Quinn opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it again, a soft chuckle escaping him instead. His cheeks flush a deeper pink, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

“Stop,” he mumbles, his voice muffled, laced with that shy, nervous laughter. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until you’re pressed up against him.

You laugh lightly, brushing your fingers through his messy hair as you feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off him. “I’m serious,” you whisper, leaning in just a little, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “They’re like... impossible to figure out. Sometimes they look green, sometimes hazel... So pretty.”

He groans softly in protest, his face still buried against your neck. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m really not,” you insist, your voice playful, trying to keep the moment light. You feel the soft rumble of his laughter against your chest, his body vibrating with the sound. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

His breath hitches slightly at the words, and for a moment, he just stays there, his face hidden in the curve of your neck, as if he’s too shy to even look at you. But then he shifts, lifting his head just enough to press a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips linger there for a second longer than usual, his lips warm and tender against your skin, as if he’s gathering the courage to speak.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smile, your heart swelling at the softness of his confession. “Well, then they’ve clearly never looked at you the way I do.”

He glances up at you finally, his eyes catching the light again, and for a second, neither of you say anything. There’s no need to. The moment is so simple, so mundane in the grand scheme of things, and yet it feels like the most intimate thing in the world. Just you, him, and the quiet of a lazy summer morning.

Quinn’s lips curve into a small, shy smile, his face still flushed as he leans down to press his forehead against yours. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you murmur back, your fingers brushing lightly over his arm. “But I’m right.”

He laughs again, this time a little more freely, and pulls you closer into him until your legs are tangled together beneath the sheets once more. There’s no rush to move, no urgency to do anything but just be. You have this one last weekend together before everything picks up again — work, hockey, life — and for now, that’s more than enough.

[the-original-skipps]

just something I randomly thought of that I need to get out of my system

NSFW WARNING!

“Aww, look at his cute little wings fluttering.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Aventurine’s words from behind you. His strong arms wrapped around your neck, his face leaning close to yours to whisper in your ear. While his thick cock is stuffed into your tight asshole. Meanwhile, Sunday with a look of pure annoyance on his face has his own cock buried deep within your pussy. Sunday had been listening intently to (Y/N)’s moans and gasps only to be interrupted by Aventurine’s grating voice - and to mock him no less.

“Need I remind you Aventurine, that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for my generosity. Which now seems like a grave mistake on my part.” Sunday says scoffing then glaring at the man behind you. Aventurine only smiles in response before whispering in your ear. “Looks like feather-head can’t take a little teasing.” You were really trying your hardest to hold back your laughter.

Despite the seriousness of the situation you’re currently in, being fucked by two incredibly handsome men. You couldn’t help but let a giggle slip from your lips at Aventurine’s remark towards Sunday. Whose wings can’t help but flutter at the ecstasy he’s currently feeling.

“Perhaps, I should just kick you out.”

“And have (Y/N) all to yourself? No way.”

[lightasthesun]

thinking about Obi-Wan and Cody's last scene together in revenge of the sith but specifically the NOVELIZATION and how Cody flirted with Obi-Wan in a way that made Obi-Wan Kenobi 'Master of Sass and Trolling', the FAMED Negotiator blush and duck his head!!! and wondering if perhaps the fact that this was potentially their last battle and that Obi-Wan had just killed Grievous and they all could practically FEEL the end of the war brushing against their fingertips had given Cody that spike of courage, hope, peace that had made him pursue the drumming of maybe maybe maybe to his heartbeat that led to Obi-Wan blushing so profoundly he tried to fucking laugh it off and then zoooooomed tf out of there on bogas back.

[jellyfishinsideajar]

Oh thank the lord I have found an heaven sent blush blush writer Tysm-

okay so uh…idk if you have character limits, but if you have, please do tell! So erm I wanted to go with Cole and Volks with an INSANELY, oblivious male MC, if you dont do male then maybe gn MC. sorry if your weirded out by me- OR IF YOUR REQUESTS ARE CLOSE

:’)

also I saw your work abt kelby and oml I loved it, your so good at writing!! :)

It’s all good! And thank you- I feel like my writing can be kinda gushy and cringe, but I still enjoy it!

Cole

Cole loved you so very dearly, so very, very, very much that it made his heart swell and his chest ache, but-

You were the definition of clueless.

Your window left open earned no reaction, items being in randomly different places than where you had last seen them only prompted a shrug from you.

Even Cole’s carefully planned scheme to grab your hand, intertwine your fingers together, and give you a gentle squeeze only rewarded him with a smile. Your lips curved upward and the skin around your eyes crinkling as you gave him such a breath-taking smile.

You would think someone as obsessed and mentally unstable as Cole would become frustrated, angry even that his mere presence that he had begun to force into your daily routine went unnoticed, but Cole felt the exact opposite.

He was thrilled by the idea, excited to see how far he could gently push you until what between the two of you was undeniable.

Yes, Cole would continue to integrate his very being into your world until you could no longer remember a time without him by your side.

He is carefully planning it all out and when the day comes where he finally confesses, he’ll make sure there is no way you’ll mistake his words for anything else other than love and pure devotion.

Volks

People say first impressions mean everything and well, Volks did not get a very good first impression of you.

I mean, you had been completely unaware that a bear in a pink dress AND a giant wolf with eyebrows were both stalking you through the forest.

While Volxs finds your oblivious nature annoying at best, there was a point in the relationship where it felt as if he had crossed a line there was no turning back from-

You had gifted him a bouquet, something about bringing a bit of light into his life might make the scowl on his face magically transform into a grin.

He usually wasn’t that surprised by your habitat of gifting him a thousand things every other week, but this was different. The bouquet of white roses, the sparkle in your eyes, and the biggest smile on your face that he had ever seen made his heart ache.

Volx didn’t know too much about flowers, but he did a modeling job with white roses once- the photographer talked everyone’s ears off about why the ‘symbolism’ of respect, loyalty, and love was absolutely crucial to the shoot.

It was one of his favorite gifts.

Even still, the next time the two went out together and a stranger made an comment about how “cute you looked together”, your quick and ‘matter-of-fact’ response of how you two weren’t actually a couple crushed him on the inside.

Despite the fact he found your oblivious nature painfully irritating, he found himself feeling even more idiotic for thinking there was something more between the two of you.

He’s content to let his heart yearn.

[burningparadiseduck]

POV: He has a crush on you.

Artist: https://x.com/soo5002/status/1699210046268125589?s=46

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"Hey! I've been looking all over for you," you said, trotting up to Daryl, smiling. It made his heart leap.

He rustled Dog's fur and avoided your eyes, his heart already racing. "Been out with this mutt," he said. "What's up? Ya need somethin'?"

"No. On the contrary, I have something for you." You handed him a good sized package covered in plain brown paper.

Daryl looked at you with a furrowed brow. "What's this?"

You laughed. "It's a gift. I made it for you!"

"But... why?"

You laughed again and rolled your eyes. "Because I wanted to? Who says I need a reason to give you a gift. You deserve a gift every damn day of your life, Daryl," you said warmly. The archer felt himself blushing out to his ears. "Alrigh'," he said, still sounding unsure. He pulled the paper off and looked down at a deerskin satchel sewn together with leather cording. It had his initials engraved on it. He looked up at you in surprise. "Ya made this? For me?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It doesn't have anyone else's initials on it, does it?"

"Shit—I—I dun even know what to say..." he drawled.

"You don't have to say anything. You deserve it," you said, reaching out and kindly touching his forearm for a brief moment.

"Thanks," he murmured, flushing again.

"You're welcome." You grinned at him. You would give the man a gift every day if you always got to see him blush that way.

Prompt: "It's a gift. I made it for you."

[mischievous-thunder]

Shut up, Wade! Give Logan some time to recover from your incessant flirting!

[isbergillustration]

Finished this one. Monstrous fuckery about to go down, though the logistics are anyone's guess

[aquarines]

this is your reminder that lestat canonically calls louis pretty (and calls him his pretty baby) and louis likes it. btw.