#but ALSO he was blushing madly when signing

[jonathanbyersphd]

Tiny baby Nancy screaming at the population of Hawkins Middle to sign her petition to save the whales. Tiny baby Jonathan being the only person to sign other than Barb.

[mxauthor]

Beginning of More

Summary: Two best friends in a dungeon. They might kiss.

Word Count: 2,147

Warnings: fluff, secret mutual pining, brief mention of dead husband, mention of kids, Chilchuck and Reader being besties, sneak peak into matchmaker Marcille

A/N: I was thinking of making this into a little mini series or adding the other parts to this draft when I have them. Let me know what you think and enjoy!

Y/n and Chilchuck have been best friends since forever.  

Having grown up in the same village, the two of them spent most of their time together while they were young. And as they grew older, so did their friendship, they had been either best man/maid of honor at each other's wedding, first ones there after the birth of their children and became the god parents. They moved away from home and started the half-foot union together and began adventuring. It was very unusual for adventuring parties to get one without the other.

The two were thick as thieves. Always there for each other. 

So when Chilchuck had been introduced to Laios’ forming party, it was no surprise when Y/n also signed a contract with them as well. Starting together and ending together, that is the way both half-foots worked. Always going where the other leads. 

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Marcille’s favorite genre of books are romance. Where a princess gets swept off her feet by a prince and they fall madly in love. Or when two people are forced to go on an adventure together only to realize that they began to fall in love during the journey. She couldn’t get enough of them, which had caused her to strongly lightly project onto others, specifically the two half-foot party members that seem to be insanely close with one another. 

It wasn’t hard to see the natural pull the two of them had with each other, or the instinct of making sure that one is safe after a battle with a monster within the dungeon. Marcille would catch glimpses of the two of them leaving when it came to getting water or heading off to the bathroom. Just always making sure the other is safe. 

She knew they were friends beforehand, it wasn't hard to keep track of the infamous half-foot duo despite her not being the most well kept with rumors. She knew that they have history before forming the party. And watching them now, after deciding to go and rescue Falin, she knew it was much deeper than just friendship. 

Marcille’s main focus is reducing Falin. But if she said getting the two together wasn’t a separate focus on its own, then she’d be lying to herself. 

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Chilchuck sat irritably on his bed roll, gaze locked onto the door for night watch. After spotting the mimic in the room over he knew something was going to happen. Mimics have never brought them luck before and it sure as hell wasn’t going to bring them luck now. 

With an irritated huff, Chilchuck felt his stomach growl with hunger. “My stomach’s gone soft on me. I used to go two days without eating.” He reached for his water skin only to find it empty.

Chilchuck huffed to himself, before instinctively reaching for Y/n’s water skin, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He lifted it up to drink but only a few drops came out, “We need more water.”

He rose to his feet with the water skins in his hands. He turned towards Y/n, calling out her name. She groaned lightly, only turning slightly in the direction his voice is, Chilchuck huffed before reaching over and shaking her. Y/n groaned at the forced movement of her body. 

She turned her head, inhaling and exhaling deeply before speaking, “What is it hon’?” 

Her words came out muffled and they were laced with sleep. But it still rang loud and clear in Chilchuck’s ears. The softness of her voice and the endearing name was enough to make his face blush red. He’s heard her call her late husband that or her kids or even his kids, but never has it been directed towards him. And not once did he feel like it needed to be, but his heart still fluttered. 

 His face still flushed. He still stumbled over his words. “I-I’m going to get some more water.” Only a simple sentence and yet it was still hard to get out, her half lid eyes, seemed to be drawing him in. Almost like she wanted him to stay. 

“Want me to come?” Y/n asked, lifting herself onto her elbows. Sleep clinging to her eyes, Chilchuck watched her fight it. But it looked like she was going to lose. 

“Nah, I’ll be alright. It’s only in the next room.” He reassured, standing to complete his task. Gently he nudged her head, giving the indication for her to lay back down, “I’ll be back. Go to sleep.” 

“Yell if you need, I’ll hear.” She replied, before laying back down. Chilchuck watched as her breathing went even. He stepped out of the room, a single thought on his mind. 

“She looked really pretty.” 

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“Golly!” 

Y/n shot up from her bed roll, the sound of a voice waking her from her sleep. She scanned the room only to find Chilchuck still gone. Panic swelled, Y/n quickly making her way towards the door. In her haste, Marcille had woken up. She watched as Y/n swung open the door and took down the hall. Marcille noticed the missing Chilchuck and quickly woke up Laios to come and help. 

Y/n heard the loud thump of a box hitting the ground behind her. She turned and saw the previously opened room was locked with bars. Turning around, Y/n raced towards the room only to see Chilchuck pressing the last brick before the gate opened itself. 

In his panic, Chilchuck didn’t register that Y/n was standing right in front of him nor did he slow his pace when he ran straight for her. Before Chilchuck could fully collide with Y/n, she quickly pulled the man into her, once he was within reach, giving a wider gap between the mimic and himself. 

Y/n watched as the metal bars slammed down onto the mimic's body, killing it. Y/n held tightly to the panting Chilchuck, just relieved that he was okay. She pulled back to assess him of any major damage, only to see the slight gash on his cheek. 

“I told you to yell if you needed help.”

“I had it under control.” Chilchuck laughed, knowing if he was patient enough, Y/n would’ve come running. Y/n smiled warmly, knowing that he would figure out a trap like that in no time. 

The door to the room opened to reveal a sleepy Laios being dragged out by Marcille, her panicked expression matching the one Y/n had on seconds before. 

“I saw her run out like something was wrong! And Chilchuck isn’t in the room! He must be in trouble!” The small group looked over and saw the two half-foots converting, Y/n pulling the pouch on her leg off to reveal a couple of needles and thread, Chilchuck following suit.

Laios and Senshi stared at the dead mimic on the ground. “Whoa! You bagged a mimic! Nice going!” 

Chilchuck groaned, sitting back as Marcille gave him a once over with her healing magic. “Thank you.” 

Y/n shook her head in disbelief before assisting his green neck warmer. Seeing how much she can sew right now, before having to add more fabric to it. “I can sew most of it, but I’ll have to add some of the spare fabric I have.” 

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” Chilchuck commended, happy he could keep it for one more day. 

Seeing his happy smile caused Y/n to share a smile of her own, his relaxed nature making her heart flutter. Knowing he was only this level of relaxed with the two of them, their small bubble yet to pop even with the rest of the party around them. 

Even with the small trickle of blood on his face, Y/n couldn’t stop the thought that passed through her head. 

“He looks so pretty.”

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Marcille silently observed the interaction between the two half-feet. She always had a leading suspicion that they held some sort of feelings for each other, but seeing the way they’re acting almost like it was only the two of them within the dungeon, Marcille knew it was her imagination. 

She could see that the two of them held the other close to their hearts, but seeing how close would be the fun part. 

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Y/n watched as everyone settled around, ready to eat the dinner provided for them. She was a couple stitches away before Chilchuck’s neck warmer was finished. Which was about the time everyone's portions began to be served. Chilchuck sat next to her, holding the other end of the neck warmer so she could sew it more easily. 

Marcille continued to munch on her piece of the mimic before turning towards the duo, questioning them. “If you knew the mimic was in there, why didn’t you tell us?” 

“Because I’ve had nothing but bad experiences with them. The last thing I wanted to do is deal with another one.” Chilchuck grumbled. He flicked his gaze towards Y/n only to see she had finished mending the fabric and is folding it up to place it next to his pillow. “Anyways, I made a lot of bad decisions.” 

Y/n hummed in agreement, eating a piece of mimic as Chilchuck continued to talk. “The first was panicking thinking the mimic would eat the treasure insect.” 

“But mimics don’t eat treasure insects. Treasure insects eat mimics.” Laios announced. His small explanation going over the irritated Chilchuck’s and the amused Y/n’s head. Chilchuck grumbled as Marcille tried to pat his head, only for Y/n to slap her hand away. 

“You know he doesn’t like to be coddled.” She said simply. “It makes him feel like a kid.” She finished her plate of food and placed it down for it to be washed later. Marcille ignored her  words and turned her attention towards Chilchuck. 

“Tell me how old you are and I’ll never do it again.” Marcille compromised, “What happened to you today only happened because you wanted to be so secretive. Now come on and tell me how old you are.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled out. Hoping she’ll keep her word. Marcille’s eyes sparkled, before turning towards Y/n. Her face held an expecting look, almost like she was waiting for her to share the same details.

“What? You never asked my age. I would’ve told you if you just asked.” Y/n answers simply. It was true. She never hid anything about herself, like Chilchuck did. Just no one was interested enough to ask, or they didn’t think to ask since Chilchuck always refused to share anything and everyone always assumed that she was the same way. 

“I’m turning 29 this year.” Chilchuck grumbled out, seeing Marcille’s eyes land on him expectantly. 

Marcille groaned at the information, expecting to hear an age older than the one she got. “Man you’re just a kid after all.” 

“I thought you were way older than that.” Senshi said. Y/n laughed at their reactions, knowing that other races don’t fully understand half-feet life expectancy. Especially races with longer lives. 

Marcille watched Y/n chuckle at the scene in front of her, before lighting up herself, “What about you Y/n? How old are you?” Marcille asked. Excited that she’ll get the answers to some of her questions. 

“Me? I’m 30.” Y/n answered casually. Watching Marcille’s excitement withered slightly. 

“Really? You guys are so young.” Marcille huffed, leaning back onto her hands looking at the ceiling. 

“Okay then! How old are you guys! All other races look like kids to you races with long lives!!” Chilchuck shouted. Y/n laughed at Chilchuck’s faux anger. Knowing he was more irritated than actually upset. 

“There, there, Chil, those lifers will never understand our day to day struggle.” Y/n joked, watching as Chilchuck fumed silently sitting down and crossing his arms. Steam almost pouring out of his ears. “Come on guys, we should rest a little more before we start moving again. Especially since not everyone got a chance to sleep.” 

Marcille watched closely as Chilchuck’s body seemed to instantly relax once Y/n began patting his shoulder. And how Y/n’s touch lingered for a second more before she moved and began reassembling her bed roll closer to the new circle the group had formed. 

The party grumbled in agreement before dimming down the fire and getting back into their bed rolls. Most falling asleep almost instantly. Y/n turned over, her now face to face with Chilchuck. She reached out slightly and tapped his arm with her fist. 

Not enough to hurt, but enough to convey her displeasure with him, “Don’t go anywhere without me next time, got it?” 

“Yeah I got it.” Chilchuck replied, tapping her arm in return.

They two adults shared a smile before dozing off. Resting until they woke up naturally to continue moving down.

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Day 3: sick/injury

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“Where is Agent Y/L/N?” Spencer asked one of the police officers, trying to remain as calm as possible after hearing about the incident. The team had split up to cover more ground and, from what he had heard, you had been the unlucky one who had had to face the unsub, so you were probably bruised or even injured.

When the man pointed in a direction, the doctor could see you sitting on top of the ambulance, deliberately refusing the attention that the paramedic was trying to give you, so he immediately jogged to get to you.

“Oh! Thank goodness you're here, Reid. Tell this man I'm fine, there's nothing to worry about."

“Let me see you,” he murmured benevolently, as he leaned in your direction to hold your head with both hands and his eyes danced all over your face “Good night, did you check her vital signs?”

"I did it. Everything is fine, she is just a little shaken.”

“That wound on your forehead looks ugly,” he pointed out, when he turned your face to get a better look at it, completely ignoring your complaints. “I think it can be solved with steri-strips. Have you already disinfected the others?”

“I was trying to do it, but she won't let me,” the paramedic complained, as a teacher would do to the parent of a disordered child.

“Because I'm fine!”

“Oh, shut up,” he exclaimed, beginning to ask the health personnel for the appropriate healing materials since you refused to let them do it for you.

You huffed with resignation, because you believed that the doctor's presence there would save you from the routine processes and not that it would be the opposite. Spencer began to disinfect your wounds carefully and silently, feeling your attentive gaze on him until he finished.

“Did he hurt you more?”

“It only hurts on one side, the bastard kicked me,” you said without much importance, while you rubbed said area and his eyes opened wide.

“What if you have a broken rib? Let me see…"

“Reid,” you stopped him, because his hands had already gone, without a morbid intention, to the edge of your blouse to lift it “I appreciate your interest, but I'm fine, I would be crying from the pain if that weren't the case. I just have a few scratches and that's it. Calm down"

He felt guilty for being so insistent and wanted to be able to explain to you that he was only doing it because your well-being worried him tremendously, but instead he stayed silent and just nodded his head. His shy gesture touched you, so you reached out to pull his hand and pull him close to you.

“I'm sorry,” you added, while you hugged him from the side and he responded warmly. “It's just that you know I hate that you worry about me.”

“But I will always worry about you.”

“I know,” you laughed. “But save that concern for special occasions. Now I'm fine, you see?” You murmured as you raised your head in his direction, showing him all your teeth in an exaggerated smile. “Although I would feel better if you did something else.”

"What?" he asked with genuine interest, hoping he could be of help to you. You turned a face and pointed your thumb at your cheek, right next to where you had a bump that would probably turn into a purple mark. “Do you want some ointment there?”

“I want a kiss, Reid,” you laughed and when he opened his mouth in understanding, his cheeks also blushed “Only if you want.”

“Yes,” he responded kindly and then leaned over to you to place a chaste kiss that made you giggle. “Why does that make you feel better?”

“It just does,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. Sometimes Spencer was too naive and didn't notice that you were madly in love with him.

“Well, I'll save this knowledge for future occasions,” he promised, putting on a tight-lipped smile that you had grown accustomed to.

And then every time you were hurt, he made sure to kiss you to speed up your recovery.

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[sofiareidings]

Falling For You

Summary: Spencer is completely oblivious to how madly in love you are. That's it. Warnings: fluff and swearing.

A/N: I feel like this idea has been done before, so if I subconsciously copied a fic, let me know!! Also, I didn't mean to do it, but this story is technically spencerxgn!reader so. Also, i'm back!! Another story is coming out at 9pm EST, so be ready!!!

Word Count: 0.9k

Song Suggestions: Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

You two clicked immediately. It was strange, you were both so opposite. I guess that's what made it work. What he lacked you made up for and reversed. Not many other people knew much about your personal life except for him. Your favourite thing about him was his words. Everytime he rambled about the most random times you could listen forever.

Whenever he looked at you, you melted. When he smiled your face burned from blushing. And whenever he talked you just wanted to kiss him. But you had no clue if he felt the same. For a genius he was quite oblivious to your flirting and comments. If he liked you he definitely had a good way of hiding it.

There was only one issue.

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The movie was about halfway through and you made sure to turn the couch into a bed, Spencer had come over to watch it with you. If someone asked you tomorrow morning what the movie was about you wouldn't be able to say, he'd been talking the whole time.

"...That actually isn't correct," He started, moving his hands around for emphasis. "In the wild, there are two formally recognised lion subspecies. The African lion is found in Africa, south of the Sahara desert. The Asiatic lion exists in one small population around Gir Forest National Park in western India. Wild lions in the west and central Africa are more closely related to these Asiatic lions in India than to those found in southern and east Africa. So realistically the characters would be..."

Listening to him talk was like heaven, but at the same time it was hell. He just looked so huggable.

No, kissable. The butterflies in your stomach made you giggle, he paused and frowned. Looking like a lost puppy.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Stumbling over the words as he spoke, you stopped laughing and grabbed his hands while smiling.

"No, no you didn't. It was just…cute." You muttered.

"Thank you?" A confused look on his face when he responded. Your heart shattered a little, that was obvious wasn't it? Did his feelings not reciprocate? "Oh! Also, manes on male lions tell a story. Male lions grow impressive manes the older they get. These manes grow up to 16 cm long and are a sign of dominance. The older they get, the darker their manes go. As well as attracting females, their manes may also protect…"

His words trailed off again and he stared at you. "You keep being weird. You're all red. Did I say something wrong? I know that sometimes I speak for too long and I go on and on, which annoys people-" He sighed, "And I'm doing it now. I'm sorry."

"No, please. I love when you talk. It's calming." Grinning, you continued, "So what about protection?"

"Oh, um…manes can also protect their neck and head from injuries during a fight." He slowed down his speaking, like he was a little self-conscious about his words now. When he stopped talking everything was silent, except for the sound of the movie quietly playing on the TV in front of you.

"Spence? What's wrong?" Tilting your head and looking at him, he was staring at the TV but he didn't seem to be watching it. Just thinking, his eyebrows furrowed like they normally did while he was deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?"

"Have you been flirting with me?" He blurted out, looking back up and at you. You almost jumped, not expecting that question.

"What?" Still in shock it took you a minute to respond. Letting the silence fill the air again, he didn't speak. He just stared, waiting for an answer. "I-What would you think if I was?"

"I would've wished I'd noticed sooner." He sighed, making that puppy-dog face you loved. Neither of you really knew what to do and sat there for what you would believe could've been hours.

"Fuck it." You breathed out and as if he knew what you were thinking as well he leaned in at the same time as you, kissing you softly. After a couple seconds you felt his hands wrap around your face, holding it as he kissed more.

Your hands didn't know where to go, after a couple more seconds they finally found their place, one around the back of his neck and the other tucked around his waist. Pulling you closer to him.

A couple seconds later you both moved away from each other, only long enough to catch your breaths and muttering random words. Before you knew it the both of you were back to kissing, to make up for how long you guys spent not kissing.

The longer it went the closer to each other you got, his one hand started to slide down your neck and then your waist when suddenly your hand hit a button and the movie that was still playing turned up to full volume.

Both scrambling for the remote he managed to shut the TV off, surrounding you both in the darkness of the night.

The two of you continued to kiss every once in a while but it didn't take long for the darkness to make you both sleepy and you ended up just cuddling. You fell asleep with your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He had one hand holding you close to him, as if someone was coming to steal you away. The other hand tracing up and down your back until he too, drifted off to sleep.

[kyokikia]

Could I request Sanji x reader who like him in the sense that he is a hopeless romantic. Like the reader is so flirty and clingy, and the moment they meet its love at first sight.

I would do anything for you.

Pairings ; Vinsmoke Sanji × gn!reader

Type, fluff, romantic, love at first sight trope

Warnings, y/n is used a couple times, really really corny

Life recently has been so fun for you, since you joined the straw hat pirates. Even if the way you got asked to join was rather unorthodox, you were nonetheless thankful. When you joined, everyone was so nice, and there was one particular person who caught your eye, way more than the others.

That person turned out to be Vinsmoke Sanji, the cook of the crew. From his personality all the way to the way he cooked, you loved. Ever since you joined, Sanji has been overwhelming you with his chivalrous ways, and you loved every moment. And ever since you joined, Sanji had his eye on you as well, more than he had for any other girl before. The two of you honestly thought it was love at first sight in your own minds.

Sanji was so nice to you, always cooking you good food, always helping you out if you needed something, he always gave you attention and company, and other things. You heard from Nami and Robin that Sanji was also like that to them, but to a much lower degree, and you took that as a sign.

You loved being around Sanji, and you two honestly got extremely close very fast. The both of you were always around each other, and if you weren't, you at least knew where the other was. You loved to watch him cook, the way he was able to perfectly cook the recipe, his down bad personality, his voice and laughter, and most of all, you loved how easily he got flustered.

The times when he tried so hard to fluster you, in all honesty it worked, it got you to blush, but when you would flirt with him back, and he became 10x more flustered than you, were some of your favorite times on the ship so far. You knew the effect you had on him, and you also knew how much he affected you as well.

The hugs you gave him, the slight hand-touching, the smiles all got him so in love with you, and you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Everyone could see that you both were so madly in love with each other, but for some reason, Sanji couldn't.

He was such a silly and clueless lovesick boy, and you really did try your hardest to make it clear to him that you loved him back, without actually having to say it out loud, but it seemed like he couldn't get the hint.

As of this moment, you were just chilling with Sanji while sitting on the ship deck, conversing with him as you had laid with your head on his lap, a small tint of red on both of your faces, before he tried excusing himself saying, "Love? i have to go cook dinner now" The sound of the pet name was like music to your ears, you often called each other petnames, more often that you called the other by their real name actually.

You didn't want to stop, but you chose to get up from his lap and reply with, "well, can I at least help you?" You watched as his eyes softened, he wanted to spend more time with you as well, but he didn't want you doing any work.

"Mon chéri, you know i don't want you doing any work, why not just bless me with your company, yea?" He answered your question with a soft smile, as you gave him a small pout before agreeing with a, "yea yea" as you both headed for the kitchen.

You watched as he gathered the necessary ingredients for the meal, with you fetching him some of the ingredients as well. You sat in silence as you watched his skillful hands prepare the meal, before you chose to get up and stand beside him, "Sanji?" You called out for him, as he started looking at you in slight suspicion, wondering what you wanted to say as it was probably serious and it wasn't often you said his actual name rather than a petname. He still loved the way his name sounded whenever you called out for him without a pet name, down bad behavior at its finest.

"Yes, mon amour?" He answered back, turning to look at you instead of the uncooked ingredients. You took a deep breath, before quietly declaring,

"You know I love you more than anything else, right?"

As those words rolled off your tongue, his eyes widened, blood rushing to his face, his cheeks turning to a similar yet much more obvious red than your own face. You looked him dead in the eyes, as his mind blanked at the sudden love confession. He knew he gave a lot to you, but he never really got one from you. And it was just some random Sunday.

"You mean that?" He asked lowly, not really believing in this moment. You gave him back a small "mhm" as you smiled at him, watching him register what you just said in disbelief.

"I love you too." Was all he could whisper back, him staring right into your eyes as a really big smile crept up on his face.

You gave him a big hug, with him hugging you back as he really took in your confession, "thank you for loving me back, my dearest Sanji." You whispered to him as you faced him, hands now on his shoulders so you could look at him.

"No no, thank you, love for loving a person like me!" He exclaimed back to you, now that your words fully reached his brain, before he gave you a kiss on the lips, with you quickly kissing him back. Pulling away from the kiss, he softly says to you, "I've loved you, from the start mon chéri!"

You smile even more as he said those words, "I've loved you since we first met as well, Sanji."

Okay so, this one was longer than the last one! I really hope you enjoyed it <3 and I also hope i was able to fulfill the request nicely!! This is really really corny

[hp-hcs]

Yandere Theo & Enzo x male muggle reader

Where they both go out one night to see what the outside of the wizarding world is like and bump into a muggle (the reader) who lets them stay at his house and shows them around, thinking they’re tourists.

But they fall madly in love with him and now when they have to go back to hogwarts they kidnap him and take him with them.

The reader is stuck in their room, a spell cast where he can’t leave and he’s freaking out.

+ can they be like super touchy with him and affectionate and possessive and he’s just thinking that it’s like a normal thing from “whatever country they’re from”

T h a n k s (:

OH i wish i had a tenth of the imagination y’all have i mean cmon y’all be out here bringing the most well thought out ideas and my fics are all just like “l i ght hu ose 👍🥰👍”

oh also i don’t speak italian so if i fucked up that’s why lmfao i took fucking latin in high school, not anything actually useful 🥲

requests open!

BIC — yandere! enzo berkshire x male! muggle! reader x yandere! theodore nott

warnings: kidnapping/abduction, infatuation (?), implied tobacco use

(also ik they wouldn’t be using US dollars but shhhh)

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“Oh, Merlin, my father is going to kill me-”

“Relax,” Theo rolled his eyes, a bit winded from Apparating. “Think of it as just a… fifteen minute excursion. Tops.”

“Right, tops,” Enzo mumbled anxiously, rubbing his freezing hands together as another gust of snow blew past.

As he stamped his feet in an attempt to get feeling back into his frigid lower limbs, Enzo looked through the windows of the damned store Theo just had to show him. (There’s this one boy there, Enz, and he’s just gorgeous. You gotta see him.)

Large posters dominated most of the windows, advertising things Enzo had never heard of before, like whatever a ‘Monster Java’ and ‘Geekvape’ was. Stacked outside the store was an entire shelving unit of something called ‘propane’.

Through the windows, Enz could see rows upon rows of candy, chips, snacks, sodas, all in obnoxiously saturated colored packaging. A buzzing neon sign that hurt to look at flashed the word OPEN in blue and red.

This store was awesome.

Lorenzo looked up at the half burnt-out sign above the door that proclaimed this magically wonderful place to be the shop of ‘Jacksons’.

A small bell chimed when Theo pulled open the door, startling Enzo. He followed his much more confident friend inside the store, looking around with wide eyes.

Theodore stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper into his ear.

“Okay, the guy I was telling you about? He’s kind of under the impression that I’m like, a tourist from out of the country, and that’s why we’re so unfamiliar with their wares. If he asks, we’re Italian exchange students and only speak shitty English, got it?”

Enzo nodded. As if on cue, a ‘Jacksons’ employee popped up out of seemingly nowhere, startling the fuck out of him.

“Hiya, Theodore!”

The employee—a boy around their age, maybe seventeen at the most—was unusually chipper for 10PM on a Sunday.

This must be the guy.

“Who’s your friend here, Theodore?” You asked, smiling.

“Hello, Y/N! This is Lorenzo.”

“Hello,” Enzo greeted softly, his cheeks flushed pink from the snowstorm outside (and that’s the only reason, Theo, stop laughing.)

“Can I help you boys find anything or’re y’all just looking around?”

Enzo couldn’t look away from you. How small you seemed in comparison to his awkwardly lanky height, the way the harsh fluorescents cast dramatic shadows of your eyelashes across your cheekbones, the light blush on the tips of your ears as you looked at Theodore.

Theodore.

He’d said your name. You’d said his name. You knew each other?

How often does he fucking come here? Enzo wondered, a sharp stab of jealousy running through him.

“Cigarettes,” Theo said immediately, exaggerating his usually undetectable accent to an honestly ridiculous amount. Enzo bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at his friend’s ridiculousness.

You just smiled and ducked behind the counter. “Same as last time, or’re you trying something new?”

“Same, please. And un accendino, please,” Theo made a clicking motion with his thumb, indicating a lighter.

You nod, easily pulling down a pack of Marlboro Red without a second thought.

How often does he come here? Enzo wondered for a second time. Enough that you know his favorite kind of cigarette.

“Cheap lighter or d’you wanna go fancy?”

“Cheap, please.”

“Alrighty, one BIC lighter coming up for ya,” you grabbed a lighter off the back wall behind the counter, setting it down by the cash register.

Enzo couldn’t help himself as he stared at the bright blue chunk of… what did Muggles call it again? Plastic.

“Bic?”

You glanced up at his timid voice, shooting him a grin that was just a bit friendlier than the classic customer-service smile. “BIC. It’s just the brand. They make cheap lighters and also pens, for some reason.”

Enzo wanted to ask what a ‘pen’ was, but he had a feeling that that was a terrible idea.

“$7.98. Cash, I assume?”

Theo, for the first time, genuinely faltered, cringing apologetically as he laid down the mess of all-identical green papers on the countertop.

You smiled patiently, plucking one paper out of the spread and pushing a few buttons on the cash register, then returning two papers and a handful of coins to a baffled Theo.

Fucking Muggles, with their impossible-to-memorize currency.

“Damn. It’s really coming down out there,” you shook your head as you peered out the front window of the store, waiting for the long white piece of paper to stop moving from the odd humming machine that sat next to the cash register. “Where’re y’all staying? I don’t think you guys should try to drive home in this.”

They follow your gaze, eyes widening when they see how high the snow has risen. The storm had gotten much, much worse.

“Hey- where is your car, anyway? The parking lot’s empty,” your eyebrows furrowed as you turned back to them with a quizzical face.

Enzo mentally panicked. He knew the word ‘car’—he probably heard it while only half-paying attention in Muggle Studies—but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what a ‘car’ was.

“We walked,” Theo said quickly, jumping in and taking hold of the conversation.

“You walked?” You asked, clearly horrified. “No, no. I can’t in good conscience let you two walk back in this. Haven’t you seen the weather? It’s supposed to be like, nearly a blizzard! Worst snowstorm of the decade!”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened.

Muggles could predict the weather? Holy Salazar, his parents might’ve been wrong about Muggles’ intelligence.

You misinterpreted the way his eyes widened. “Listen, this sounds crazy, but would you guys like, consider crashing at my apartment? Just for the night? Maybe the snow’ll clear up overnight.”

Theo opened his mouth to protest, no, really, we couldn’t take advantage of such hospitality, Y/N, but Lorenzo interrupted.

“We would much like that,” he said firmly. “If it is no problem for you.”

Staying at this hot guy’s apartment for the night? Duh, that’s an obvious yes.

“It’s no problem,” you wave off his concern. “‘sides, wouldn’t want a pair of pretty boys such as yourselves to freeze to death, now would I?”

Theo stiffened and blushed bright red at that, a dopey smile spreading across his face.

Oh Merlin, were you two flirting with each other? Enzo felt that sharp spark of jealousy flare up again in his chest, dampered only by the fact that it was Theo, and not anyone else.

“It’s just right across the street. Lemme close up shop for the night, and we can make a run for it,” you say with finality, ignore Theo’s weak protests.

They watched as you lock the cash register and counter with the practiced ease of someone who had done so many, many times.

You pulled the grate down over the cigarette shelves on the back wall, flicking off the overhead lights and tugging a tiny metal string that made the painfully bright OPEN sign go dark.

“Alright, let’s go,” you said, shooing them out onto the sidewalk, buttoning up your heavy winter coat, and locking the front door.

As you stuffed the keys back into your jeans pocket, Theodore rested his hand on the small of your back.

“Lead the way, bello,” he said with a charming grin. You nodded, smiling at the difference in cultures, wow! and motioning for them to follow you.

The boys followed you in a comfortable silence, shoulders hunched up as they braced themselves against the furiously icy wind.

You all crossed the street, Theodore and Enzo both baffled when a tiny light that looked like a person indicated it was safe to cross.

Your boots clanged on the shaky metal stairs up to the third floor of your apartment building, and your boys followed resolutely.

When they reached the landing, they were met by the image of your rather quaint front door, a tiny, clearly homemade wreath hanging on the center.

“This is it. Not much, I’m afraid,” you sighed, your freezing fingers fumbling with the key as you twisted it in the lock, opening the door for them. You flicked on the lights, illuminating the interior of the small apartment. “Do you guys want tea? Hot chocolate? Coffee, if y’all are psychopaths?”

“Perhaps it is a bit late for coffee,” Theo snickered at your dry humor as he stepped inside. “Tea, if it is not a hassle?”

“‘Course not. Make yourselves at home. My mother won’t be back for hours,” you chatted happily, setting a kettle of water on the stove to boil.

Theodore tentatively sat down at one of the kitchen chairs, looking around the small apartment in surprise. At your reassuring smile, Enzo sat down too, drumming his fingers against the table anxiously.

The kettle whistled after a few minutes, and you poured three mugs of tea, setting them on the table and settling down in one of the empty seats.

Theo reached for one, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours.

After that, it all goes blank.

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Your eyes slowly cracked open, your head pounding and your stomach twisting and turning. You blinked away sleep, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you sat up in bed.

What happened last night?

You startled when your brain finally registers that you’re not in your apartment.

You sat up in a panic, looking around horrified when you don’t recognize your surroundings. The room itself was decorated with an honestly abhorrent amount of green and shiny silver. There were three other beds, identical to the one you were laying in, set up intermittently around the room.

A dorm? You wondered.

A huge window dominated the wall adjacent to the bed you were in, the view on the other side of it oddly distorted and warped.

You leaned in closer, confused, when a tiny yellow fish swam by.

You gasped, and put your hand on the glass to peer out even further.

Were you underwater?

Your amazement was interrupted by a large unidentifiable shadow filling the window. You frowned, your hand drawing back from the glass, when the shadowy shape moved, opening.

A giant fucking eye.

“Jesus fucking-”

You scrambled backwards, falling off of the bed with a yelp. While you fought with the blankets that seemed hell-bent on getting tangled around your legs, the giant eye slowly blinked before the shadowy form started moving again.

A giant squid, you thought with astonishment. There was a giant fucking squid outside of this dorm room’s window.

Finally wrenching yourself free of your blanket prison, you scrambled to your feet and sprinted towards the only door in the room. You jiggled the handle, cursing when it didn’t open.

There wasn’t even a lock, a keyhole, nothing.

How the hell was this door so firmly locked shut then?

Something tacked to the door- actually, there wasn’t a tack either. How was it stuck there?

But what caught your eye was a small scrap of… paper? Parchment? It looked like the paper your art teacher once showed you how to stain with tea.

Who the fuck still writes on parchment? You wondered, scrunching your eyebrows up in confusion as you examined the perfect swoops of calligraphy on the page.

Darling – We’re really sorry for taking you with us (please don’t hate us) and we'll be back here around noon Xoxo, Theo & Enzo (those actually are our real names we promise!!)

((we also might’ve made your mother forget about your existence so she doesn’t try to find you. you’re safe though, don’t worry!))

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Hello! Mind if I send in a request? I'm not sure how familiar you are with Sanrio, but how about some headcanons for the Hotarubi boys + Alan, Luca, and Kaito with a reader that's like Wish Me Mell.

In case you don't know, Mell is a bit shy, a bit clumsy, but she's very kind, and her heart is always in the right place. She enjoys collecting stamps and writing letters. Mell is considered a bit disorganized and a scatterbrain, but despite that, she has a kind and loving heart for everyone

Hotarubi boys + Alan, Luca, and Kaito with a reader that's like Wish Me Mell.

(So sorry this took me a while, I wanted to make sure I got the character’s personality fully. So I did more research, because I wasn’t confident in myself 😅. I do hope you enjoy this💙)

Warning: spoilers on episode 5 + super long writing

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Haku:

When Haku first met MC. He noticed a few things about them. They were a bit shy and clumsy. So clumsy that when they first met and got off the train. MC accidentally tripped over their own feet and slammed right into Haku. They apologized profusely, Haku chuckled. He found it cute and adoring. As he got to know MC. He found more of this cute personality of their’s

•MC once came to Hotarubi to give him a document that had a mistake. When they got there, they have completely forgot why they were there. When they admitted that, Haku reminded them that they have told him about the documents. “Oh! Right, sorry hehe.” MC pulled out the documents and hand it over

•After Haku looked it over and signed it. He handed it back to MC. When MC was leaving…they accidentally tripped over nothing and fell. They were okay, but it worried Haku a bit.

•Haku always told MC to be careful. But he would also teasingly say. “Falling for me again?” Which caused MC to blush madly

•When MC comes over to relax and have some tea with Haku. They have gotten on a subject about working too hard and all. MC complimented him and told him that if he ever needed help. He could count on MC. This warmed Haku’s heart. He placed a hand on their head and thanked them.

•One time MC misplaced their phone somewhere and looked everywhere. Haku was walking in the halls and saw them on the floor in a classroom. He decided to help them. Only to find out that their phone was in their bag this entire time. MC felt embarrassed.

•Haku chuckles every time he’s around them. It’s never a dull moment with them.

Subaru:

MC was walking down the empty hall. When they almost accidentally ran into someone. “Oh! I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” MC stated while apologizing again. Subaru told them that it was okay. When they were going their separate ways. MC accidentally ran into a wall. While blushing madly, they laughed and speed down the hallway.

•Ever since that day, they have bumped into each frequently. Not actually run into each pre-say. Just seen each other on the opposite sides.

•They would smile and say hello to one another.

•Once MC started to work with Hotarubi. They felt relaxed that Haku and Subaru was in this dorm. Especially after what happened with the last dorm..

•Subaru would often invite MC for tea. Once MC held their cup and accidentally let it slipped. The tea was dumped all over their lap. They were embarrassed and apologized. Subaru didn’t mind the mess and asked them if they were okay.

•MC asked Subaru to meet them for lunch. They wanted to ask him something but completely forgot what to was. But Subaru sat next to her and enjoyed lunch with them anyways. After lunch MC then remembered and texted him. It was about tea.

•Subaru feels at easy when around MC. Didn’t have to force himself to be perfect. Though he’s still anxious, he feels that, he can make mistakes and that MC wouldn’t get mad or disappointed.

•Though let’s be honest, if MC freaks out during a case or missing something in their daily lives. This would make Subaru more anxious. So if MC’s calm, he’s calm. Haku has to help both of them

•Subaru also thinks that MC would be able to help his friend Lyca. Lyca has been through a lot and so maybe he’ll learn how to trust MC and maybe others.

•He uses this to learn more about MC. And MC uses them opportunity to know both of them

Zenji:

Zenji accidentally scared MC when they have first met. He wrote a note to warn them, but when they have woken up. He didn’t finish writing it. So it came off creepy and scary for them. But when MC was finally able to see and hear him. He was extremely excited. He would often speak to them with a lot of energy.

•”My sweet beautiful doll! I’m so glad you can see me!” The nickname he have given MC, made MC blushed. They smiled back and said, “it’s so nice to meet you” they spoke in a shy soft voice

•”Your voice is like a soft melody my dear.” This made have caused MC’s heart to race

•Zenji would often compliment them every time he sees them. They would smile and talked to him or listen to his music.

•MC actually likes the passion Zenji has when he composes his music or tells stories

•When MC accidentally hurt themselves, Zenji would freak out a little bit. A worrywart like him would rush to their side and ask them if they are okay

•After finding out what had happened to Zenji, MC wept for him. Such cruel fate for their dear friend. When Zenji saw tears swelled in their eyes. He soothes them. Telling them not to worry and that he is okay and still here. If MC ever needed to talk. They can come to him.

•Zenji adores MC even more after seeing MC cries for him. Not in a sadistic way, but as a, “they care about me” way. He deeply cherishes that. He cherishes them

Luca:

Luca, became more and more protective of MC when he started to spend more time with them. Noticing how clumsy and disorganized they were. Once they dropped their pencil on the floor. Bent down to pick it, came back up and hit their head.

•When walking to the cafeteria, MC tripped over their own footing and Luca caught them. MC thanked him

•MC accidentally forgot their notebook in class, they were freaking out when they couldn’t find it. Luckily Luca had it and gave it back to them. They were relieved. After they have dumped their entire bag on the table

•Luca would keep an eye on them when he’s around. Making sure they don’t accidentally hurt themselves or run into anything. He would grab their hand gentle to pull them aside, away from the wall, person, or any object they weren’t looking because they were daydreaming.

•He had continued to hold their hand until they have reached their destination. Kaito wasn’t happy

•Luca noticed how kind MC was. Especially when MC would calm Kaito down from his melt downs or panics.

•When Luca had gotten into a confrontation with Shu and Leo. It was MC that calmed him down a bit. MC had grabbed one of his hands and rubbed their thumb on the top of his hand. He looked over to MC and noticed a worry look. MC asked him if he was okay. He nodded and took a deep breathe. Though it didn’t last, it definitely helped

Kaito:

When Kaito first spoke to MC. He cried over how sweet they were. Calling them an angel that came to save him. This made MC blushed, shortly after they first time they’ve met. Kaito would fall for her more and more. How? This is how

•MC saw Kaito outside the cathedral. There were stairs and Mc almost fell down it. Kaito helped them by grabbing their hand to support them as the walked down.

•It scared Kaito at first, but he felt like a try gentleman or a knight!

•When in need of rescue, always count on Kaito! He definitely didn’t tell MC that out loud. He did

•There were times where MC showed their appreciation to Luca and Kaito. They would often by sweets or any snacks they knew where their favorites. Kaito would either cry or blush with excitement.

•He falls for them more and more until he hit the core of the earth.

•He would often try to impress MC. Which may or may not caused him to accidentally make a fool of himself. Even though that happens, MC would often encourage him to look on the bright side or encouraged him to keep trying.

•And so he does, so hopefully one day. They would be a couple.

Alan:

MC was extremely nervous about working with Vagastrom. Especially after the whole Shu vs Luca fight. It didn’t help how mean Leo was to them. Alan did however make things a little easier. Then Shu did, but never Leo. So when MC came over. They felt comfortable when Shu and/Alan was there.

•When on the case, Alan made sure to tell them not to enhance his stigma. He was terrified of hurting them. He would put enough space between them.

•While on top of the cliff, MC fell and Alan quickly saved them. He asked them if they were okay. They thanked him over and over again. He wasn’t used to being thanked.

•It warmed his heart, but went back to focus on the case.

•MC told him that they were clumsy and often accidentally hurt themselves so. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

•This caused Alan to make sure to keep an eye on them. Incase they accidentally get hurt again. He doesn’t mind it though. MC however felt like they were hold everyone back.

•Alan in his own words reassures them that they are doing plenty to help.

•When MC waited outside with Shu. Alan couldn’t stop thinking about their safety. It made him incredibly uncomfortable. Anxious really. When MC screamed and then Shu. He rushed to saved them.

•After he saves them, MC was grateful and smiled gently as they take his hand.

•A sweet gentle smile, from a shy and kind person. Even though they went through a hellish situation. They were still able to smile. That is called strength. He liked that and told them that. In his own words

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This was a lot, sorry that it was so long. Tell me what you think. What’s your favorite one, what you didn’t like or maybe something I can improve on? Was it romantic enough or not enough. Im curious to hear your guys thoughts! Have a great day! 💙

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[lifeontoast]

Yule Ball

Cedric Diggory x reader

A Harry Potter Advent special for you! Enjoy! Also this is really cliché and cheesy but oh well! (by the way both Cedric and reader are 7th years)

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The Yule Ball. Quite possibly the most hotly anticipated date in the school calendar. And you had nobody to go with.

All your friends had been asked, as they told you excitedly in late-night dorm room gossip sessions. You couldn't help but sigh with jealousy, even though you smiled and said you were happy for them. You never got any attention from anybody, and you kind of liked it that way, until this whole Yule Ball business got started. The announcement at the start of the year had got everybody excited, yourself included, but as time went on you grew rather fed up of hearing about it every five minutes. After half-term it got unbearable. Everybody talked about what dresses they were wearing, what shoes they had bought, accessories… it went on and on and on.

If you had to pick somebody to go with, it would be Cedric Diggory. But he’d already be going with someone, there was no way someone like him didn't have a date already.

You’d liked him ever since first year, since that time that your hands accidentally touched in potions, over some sliced Dragon skin. You’d never forgotten it, but you assumed that he had. But… recently, you’ve been catching him looking at you as you pass him in the corridor, more than what would be normal for such an interaction. It was like he was looking for you, actively seeking you out. It was so bizarre that you just couldn't fathom it. Hogwarts’ golden boy was looking at you? (not that it wasn’t warranted, you’re absolutely gorgeous) You shared a DADA class, and it was so weird… you could’ve sworn he spent more time trying to stare at you discreetly than listening to the professor. He was distracting you by doing absolutely nothing at all, and it finally came to a head when the professor asked you a question you couldn’t answer. He just blushed and said you didn’t know, earning you a, frankly, withering look.

You tripped through the rest of the day, confused, until you felt a hand on your shoulder after the end of school, when you were just about to head to your common room. You looked around, and it was Cedric.

‘Y/N… I have something to ask you.’ he said softly, looking into your eyes. He was displaying a rare moment of vulnerability! You stared back at him, too shocked to say anything. He took it as a sign to continue.

‘Listen… I know this is probably a long shot, but would you like to… come to the ball with me?’

Your heart started beating at an alarming pace. You felt sure that he could hear it. Did he really just ask you that? To go to the ball with him? You almost fainted. Before you could do anything silly, you nodded emphatically, a huge grin plastered on your face. He reciprocated it, making your already-madly-beating heart melt.

So that was it. You did have someone to go with after all! Now all of your friend’s boasting made total sense. You wanted to go and scream it out from the Astronomy tower:

I’M GOING TO THE BALL WITH CEDRIC DIGGORY!

But you didn’t. Obviously.

TIMESKIP: THE EVENING OF THE YULE BALL

Tonight’s the night! You had bought your outfit, your shoes, and all the various detritus that comes with an evening out. The weeks following Cedric’s asking you out were nothing like you had ever experienced before. You found him asking you every day how you were, how school was, what your workload was like, etcetera. But he was asking you to actually spend time with him, something you’d never been asked to do before. It was like a dream. Being with Cedric was just so easy - you found out who he really was, outside of his golden-boy persona. He was so lovely, and charming too, and it wasn’t hard to start catching feelings for him. Not that that was any bad thing, of course.

Nobody did much work at school that day, all were too busy dreaming about the night ahead of them. You would not be ashamed to admit that you were among them. The teachers gave you all knowing looks and didn’t set any homework, knowing what you’d all be up to the instant school was finished for the day. It turned out that they were correct: straight after potions, you shot to the common room at lightning speed, opening the door of your dorm to all your giggling friends, already drunk on the party atmosphere of the party that wouldn’t start for hours.

It continued as the hours passed and you all got ready, laughing and smiling. You were genuinely really looking forward to it, more than you thought you would. Most of all, you were excited to see Cedric and spend the night with him. Hair done, outfit on, shoes on, you looked an absolute picture. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t really believe it was you. All your friends looked similarly stunning, and marvelled at your ethereal beauty. After that, well, it was time. Descending your dorm room stairs like a host of heavenly angels, everyone in the common room turned their gaze to you. Some of the girls paired off with their dates in the same house, and some of them walked off to meet theirs elsewhere.

Cedric was nowhere to be found, and you grew anxious. Your friends reassured you and told you that he was probably waiting for you at the ball. You nodded, took a deep breath, and headed towards the Great Hall. it wasn’t an easy task in your shoes, but you managed well enough, until you saw the stairs. You decided to stand regally at the top of the staircase for a moment, like royalty surveying their kingdom, to delay your descent. You glanced around worriedly, looking for your date. The hall was decorated immaculately; stars twinkling where the ceiling would be, snow on the white floor, glittering silver tinsel and baubles everywhere the eye could see.

Like a charm, Cedric was standing at the bottom of the large staircase, just staring at you, open-mouthed. He himself looked striking in a black tuxedo and dress robes, his white bow tie tied perfectly. His stunned face gave you the encouragement you needed to start descending the stairs, almost gliding, in fact. You reached him, and he finally recovered.

‘Y/N… I can’t believe this. You look absolutely stunning.’ he said, taking your hand and placing a kiss upon it.

‘Well, Cecric, it has to be said, you do clean up pretty well.’ you quipped back. ‘But seriously, you look fantastic. Really handsome.’ you added quietly, blushing a little. It was true! He really did look amazing, like your very own Prince Charming.

He offered you his arm, smiling, and led you into the hall. He chatted to you whilst you got drinks, and you stood together at the side of the room, sipping on wonderfully fruity mocktails. After a while, he threw you a smirk and held out his hand. You knew what came next. Dancing with Cedric Diggory! You never thought you’d see the day.

Just as you made your way to the dance floor, the up-tempo tune changed to a slow waltz. You’d been dreading a situation like this; luckily, Cedric knew what to do. He held you close, arms around you, and gently pulled you along with him. Eventually, you found the beat and your feet just moved themselves. Once you didn’t have to put all your focus on not tripping over, this dancing business was actually rather enjoyable! You looked up at him for the first time, your eyes locking instantly. He was a much better view than your shoes. You held his gaze throughout the whole rest of the song, and even when it finished, you just stood there, looking at each other.

You finally broke your trance, noticing that the waltz had been replaced with a fast-paced number. The change was almost painful. Once again, Cedric knew exactly what to do; it was like he’d been practising (he probably had been, just to impress you). He held your hands and you jumped around together, attracting the most scathing looks, but for once in your life not caring in the slightest.

And so it carried on that way, hour after precious hour, changing how you danced with each new song. From crazy jigging to Viennese waltzing, you did it all.

Finally, at the end of the evening, he tucked your arm in his and walked you back to your common room, leaving you with a soft kiss on the cheek to remember the night by. You couldn’t sleep that night; your head was filled with the technicolour whirlwind of an evening. Of course, you’d see him tomorrow, and probably every day after that until the end of time, but you would remember that night for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t wait.

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Thanks so much for reading! You rock!

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Espilver week day 2: Celebration

After the War to Take Back the Planet, some questions need to be asked before the celebration can begin in full.

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“Ah, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

Carefully Espio zigzags his way through the city, or what’s left of it. The fires of war have been put out, and the worst of the broken infrastructure has been pushed to the side or got a haphazard warning sign thrown before it. If he were to ignore that, it would almost seem like any place that Eggman has attacked just once before getting fought off; but Espio knows better. Suffering has happened in these streets, and Eggman had attacked far more often than just once. Geysers from burst sewer pipes still fill the air with sprays of water, rubble still clutters the streets and in the lower parts of the city the Death Egg robots stand frozen, as if their burning red eyes can come alive again any second as they begin their senseless destructing once more. There is so, so much that needs to be done to repair this place, and the whole world, after Eggman and his six-month tyranny.

Perhaps that’s why Silver’s not looking happy.

“Hey, Espio,” the hedgehog murmurs, a wellspring of familiarity after this long, arduous time of uncertainty and terror. Shooting him a little smile the chameleon walks over. Sure, to the unknowing eye Silver stands just like he always does: head held high with his fiery passion, shoulders squared up and arms drawn over each other, and sharp golden eyes peeking backwards with that little gleam in them that says he could and would kill if he has to.

But only Silver’s closest friends are reserved the softening of his face, the way his posture relaxes just a bit, the tiny smile taking shape on his lips that makes his whole being so much more gentle as Espio draws near.

Only Espio is reserved the way Silver’s head presses against his.

“We did it,” the chameleon states. World-weariness strikes him the very second he does: after so, so long, after so much heartbreak and struggling. “It feels almost unreal, doesn’t it?”

“…I guess.” Soft fur shrugs against Espio’s shoulder, a hand carefully coils around his. For a second, that is how they rest, with Silver’s touch warm as the sun and Espio’s steady as a rock… but the hedgehog purses his lips soon after. “There’s so much that needs to be done, though,” he adds, the gentle look on his face making way for that unshakeable seriousness Espio always appreciates in him. “We need to get started immediately. The people must have a home to return to.”

At least Silver’s the same as always, Espio smiles to himself. Despite everything, his beloved’s mind is still solely looking at others, never himself. “That is indeed true,” the chameleon quietly muses, “but not yet, dear Silver. Give yourself a moment to breathe, and celebrate.”

The hand holding his tenses. “Celebrate what, that Knuckles disbanded the Resistance just like that?! How are we going to help-”

Silver’s protest falls silent in the throes of Espio’s mouth as the chameleon presses their lips together.

“Hmpf!” gets muttered into the kiss, most agitated, and Espio’s fingers have found themselves behind madly-wriggling ears before they can help it. Also that is familiar, strange as that sounds: but a fire-forged friendship had made easy way to collaborations with just the two of them, out in the field together or toiling away in their hideout, and that had made easy way for something more. Something Espio doesn’t exactly know or understand yet, but something all the same.

A something where this isn’t the first kiss he’s stolen like that.

“Tenshi, I know. I know,” he murmurs, pulling away again with a twinge of regret. “It feels wrong, to cheer and feast when there’s so much that needs to be done still. But we must acknowledge the successes too. We did before, did we not?”

Silver’s not the blushing type, mercifully, and thus his reaction stays limited to a flustered shrug of his shoulders. “Sure did. Just like this.”

“And this is the largest victory we ever could have gained in this war. We won.”

“We won…” Silver pensively speaks, as if the words refuse to roll off his tongue with the ease he says anything and everything else. “That… is true. We won. That part is over now.”

“And let us celebrate its closure before we move on to the next.” Though, Espio knows well enough Silver is unable to let it rest for too long; but so is he himself, itching to tackle the problem of the world being in shambles and solve it as quick as he can. Anything to make their lives go back to normal. Anything to have the space and freedom to explore this something with Silver right at his side.

Speaking of…

“Silver…” Espio pipes up, though he’s not really sure if he wants to. If he does not ask he cannot know, and if he does not know he cannot be heartbroken before it happens, Silver’s return to the future. Because Silver, in his eternal selflessness, has not one but two timelines carried on his shoulders. He has always returned to the one he was born in, after every finished adventure or wrapped-up competition. Espio cannot imagine it’ll be different this time.

And it hurts. It hurts so much, being unable to know when Silver will return. If everything is okay in his era, and being unable to help if it isn’t. Silver won’t let him, in his pride.

But Espio loves him, pride and all, and he cannot in good conscience keep Silver here where he wants him when that is not what his beloved desires. “What about your home to return to?” the chameleon dances around the topic.

A heated frown is his response. “I can’t just go back to the future when the world’s like this!” Silver all but growls, a mad gesture to the rubble and geysers around them following. “If this doesn’t get cleaned up, our future won’t be either. I need to help here.”

Slowly Espio draws a breath. “Does that mean… you are staying?”

“For as long as I need to,” gets sighed back at him, Silver’s fingers tensing in Espio’s grip so tautly it hurts. “It might be a lifetime, with all the damage Eggman inflicted. But I don’t care. I need to give everything I have to the world.”

“Yet Knuckles disbanded the Resistance… though I am sure you can sleep in our hideout for a while longer, if you need somewhere to stay.” But as he says that, Espio’s face twists. That just doesn’t feel right: people will leave, everyone slowly trickling back to the places they love and rebuilding those until everything is like it was. And Silver will be left in the silence, certainly working himself to the bone for others’ happiness and refusing to accept anything in turn.

The mere thought makes Espio’s heart heavy.

He can’t place it, not exactly. But the idea Silver will be just by himself, toiling away for the good of the world, while…

While being alone, the chameleon realises. Because there are others that Espio has his duty bound to: he’d sworn his services not to Silver but the Chaotix. Charmy remains his chipper self despite the past six months, but Espio wants to be right on top of things in case there’s questions or frightened thoughts Vector won’t be able to deal with so well. And Espio himself has those thoughts as well, as does Vector, he knows… but that does mean Espio won’t be there with Silver, to help him process all that happened too and lend a hand to make their future one Silver deserves.

Unless…

“You know,” the chameleon adds, slowly, tentatively, not sure yet where the sentence will take him, “the Chaotix always… we always have space for a friend. In our Agency.”

Silver’s brow furrows. “A sleepover?”

“Of a sort,” Espio nods. He couldn’t be going behind Vector’s back more with such an inquiry, but the knowledge that the crocodile is a weak-hearted sap under his boisterous exterior is shared by all. No way he’d not let Silver stay, if Espio brings it up in the right way. Charmy will be delighted to have a friend around he can fly with, Vector will be happy with some extra help they don’t need to pay for, and Espio…

Espio needs to find a way to actually put this into words.

Which is harder than thought, with just how distracting the touch of Silver’s fur is against his body now that he’s paying attention to it.

“But after everything that happened, I…” Espio’s spiel begins ever so tentatively… before faltering. “Hm. I would, you know…”

A sparkle of mischief surfaces in golden eyes, yet another side of Silver so few people know he possesses. “You would?” the hedgehog repeats, the cheekiest of grins forming on those incorrigible lips of his.

Opening his mouth Espio draws a deep breath, thumb mindlessly running over Silver’s hand. He must be honest; he cannot let Silver slip away like that, without that something between them having been given the chance to become clearer. “I… would… like to keep you near me,” the chameleon admits, a quiet whisper amidst the watery rushes of the geysers around them. “Just for a while longer. After spending so long in your company, I’d feel… strange, if you weren’t around.”

“It is gonna be weird to be without everybody after so long, that’s true.” Slowly Silver nods, as something more pensive forms on his face. It makes the smile on there disappear…

Espio’s hand has trailed up over Silver’s back before he realises. One stroke two stroke three, thumb lovingly brushing over the quills and fingers caressing through the downy fur riddled between; no wonder the hedgehog’s promptly quite oozy in his grasp. “Do you want me to stay because it’s weird if we’re no longer together? After being around each other constantly for six months? It was quite some time,” gets murmured against Espio’s neck, the chameleon swallowing. Silver is always so forthright with his words…

And yet, it is true.

“Yes,” Espio whispers. “I’d miss you terribly. There’d always be something that is absent around me, I’m sure.” And the natural follow-up question weighs on his tongue like lead, yet he must ask… “And would you… feel the same?”

Silver stays quiet, the seconds ticking by as his face twists against Espio’s shoulder. He’s thinking, the chameleon knows, his own breath hitching in his chest and his hopes not daring to soar lest they crash…!

But a chuckle follows, and the way Silver’s head rubs against Espio’s chin makes his knees be like jelly. “I would,” follows, strong and firm with an unwavering conviction behind it. “I’ve gotten too used to you telling me to be careful. And being there for me when I’m hurt.”

“And I’ve gotten too used to being worried out of my mind for your safety. That is probably the compromising they talk about when it comes to relationships,” the chameleon dryly teases back. It elicits a full laugh, Silver’s arms wrapping around him and pulling him so close, so taut, Espio cannot do anything else than press kiss after kiss into Silver’s temple while the other purrs and nuzzles his cheek.

“Love you,” Silver whispers between it, Espio’s heart hitching. He finds it hard to say to this day, and yet…

“I love you too, tenshi. You’ll be staying with us?”

“At least until the world is fixed. And we’ll see what happens after.”

Wistfully Espio smiles. That gives him lots of time, at least; the world surely won’t just be repaired in a few days or weeks. And maybe, when they’ve finally finished that gargantuan task, he and Silver will have become so much closer still; maybe his beloved will stay forever, then. Or maybe they’ll be more okay with leaving each other for short amounts of time. But now, none of that matters: all that is important is that they did it, and that they must bask in their achievements for as long as they want. “Also, if you’re at our place, you can participate in the celebrations,” the chameleon brings up, a snort following.

“Vector’s throwing a party, I take it?”

“Certainly. There’ll be music and stuff, food if we can spare it, some games… Everyone is invited.”

“That includes us both.” With a final nuzzle Silver pulls away, Espio’s hand floating up to curl around the hedgehog’s. “Then let’s go,” the other grins; and Silver always looks so much more radiant when happy, Espio falling right in line beside him.

Towards their victory, and their future together, and the celebrations they deserve.

@espilver-week ^-^

[pega7sus]

Jealous (Professor Longbottom x Fem!Reader)

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.”

“I was jealous, Nev.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WHEN Y/N overhears a few seventh-year girls giggling about the oh-so handsome Professor Longbottom, she can’t help but feel jealous.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Wife!Reader, Pureblood!Reader, mentions of blushing, fluff, jealousy, unedited writing, and that’s about it :)

I’m still kinda new to Tumblr, since I’m mostly on Wattpad (follow me on there @/sage-like-the-herb if you want to), so don’t judge this too harshly. Also, I felt bored when I wrote this, so the idea is pretty underdeveloped. Because I’m not as active here, don’t expect stuff like this too often 😂 I hope y’all like it, though!

(Edit: It’s sooo short…)

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(Third-person POV)

Y/N was besides herself with excitement. After months of being away from her husband, she finally got an owl with a time and date to meet up. So, that’s how she found herself waiting outside his classroom.

As the bell rang, and students came out of the room in swarms, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“Aunt Y/N?” a voice asked suddenly.

Head snapping upward, she met the familiar eyes of Albus Potter. After being introduced to her as if she was family, the whole lot of Potter children had taken to calling her their aunt.

“Albus!” she exclaimed, hugging him. She felt relieved upon realizing that she was still tall in his eyes; he was about shoulder-level to her. “Merlin, you’ve grown! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Lily keeps talking about you,” Albus commented, breaking out of the embrace. “She wants to know when you and Uncle Neville will come by again.”

“Hopefully soon,” Y/N promised. “Now, run along to lunch, I want to drop by Nev’s office for a bit.”

“There are students inside,” Albus informed her. “A rather annoying lot of seventh-years. They just burst in during class! I’d wait out here for a bit, if I were you.”

“Well then, I suppose I’ll do just that.”

So, she waited.

Thankfully, she didn’t stand for too long. Moments later, a trio of girls came walking out of the room, giggling away madly.

“He’s so cute!” a blonde-haired girl squealed. (Admittedly, the girl reminded Y/N of a prepubescent Hannah Abbott, who had harbored a crush on Neville for years until he rejected her in favor of Ginny Weasley as his Yule Ball date.)

Jealousy slapped a bewildered Y/N across the face.

“Yeah!” the blonde girl’s friend agreed. “I don’t care if he’s married, I’d smash him, for sure.”

Y/N felt disgusted.

“Don’t steal my man,” the third girl joked. “I did the research; our Zodiac signs are compatible. Do wizards even believe in Zodiacs?”

“Whatever,” the blonde girl rolled her eyes. “He’s still eye candy.”

“Excuse me,” Y/N said loudly, unable to take this talk of her husband any louder. “Could you young ladies move, please?” When the girls only gave confused and slightly disgusted looks, she continued. “I’d like to see my husband.”

All three girls stopped mid-conversation.

The second-girl’s face paled. “Y-you’re Professor Longbottom’s w-wife?”

“We don’t mean any harm!” the third girl squeaked, eyes widening in fear. “We were only joking! Right, Jessica?” she nudged the girl beside her.

The blonde girl, Jessica, was at a loss of words. She opened her mouth, then closed it once more. “Sorry, Mrs. Longbottom,” she apologized immediately.

“It’s Mrs. Y/L/N, actually,” Y/N scowled. “Mrs. Longbottom is my mother-in-law. Now move,” filthy mudbloods. Thankfully, she didn’t let the last two words slip out her mouth.

Merlin, marrying a Longbottom sure smacked the pureblood supremacist out of Y/N.

However, Y/N didn’t feel the slightest bit ashamed of herself as she slammed her shoulder against Jessica’s on her way into Neville’s classroom.

Y/N twisted the door handle, and rather aggressively slammed the door open. “Nev?” she called out.

“Y/N/N!” Neville exclaimed, accidentally knocking an empty flower pot off his desk in excitement. “Whoops.” He muttered a quiet Reparo and fixed it, before setting the pot back on his desk.

He was quick to wrap his arms tightly around his wife. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing in the moment, before breaking apart.

“I missed you, Nev,” Y/N sighed, looking her husband in his warm honey-like eyes. She must’ve looked the slightest bit irritated from her encounter with the seventh-years, since he gazed at her in worry.

“What’s wrong, flower?” he asked, concern written on his now angular face (all the chubbiness of his youth had abandoned his post-pubescent figure).

Y/N stayed quiet, feeling too embarrassed to admit it. She could feel a flush creeping up her face.

“Y/N/N?”

Merlin, it sure felt weird to be jealous of bloody seventh-years.

“Iwaskindajealousofthosegirlsthatwereherebefore,” Y/N blurted out, hoping that Neville would drop the subject.

However, her sweet Nev, her sweet, caring Nev, could sense the situation gnawing at her insides, so he wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch what you said, Y/N/N.” Noticing Y/N’s awkward expression and clearly flustered face, he added a soft, “it’s okay, flower, you can tell me. I won’t judge.”

At this point, she wanted to cry. From embarrassment of her predicament, or pure adoration toward her loving husband, Y/N didn’t have a single clue.

“I was jealous, Nev.” Her face must’ve been a tomato by that point.

At his confused look, she elaborated her statement.

“These really pretty seventh-years were leaving your classroom, while talking about how good-looking you are, and I felt jealous. It’s just that— they were gorgeous!” Y/N ranted.

Neville blinked at her. Then, he burst into a fit of laughter. Well, what she assumed was laughter. Neville must’ve been holding back the full brink of his amusement for her sake, since his chuckles sounded rather like wheezes of desperation.

“You were jealous of those girls?” he laughed. “I don’t normally want to talk bad about my students, but they’re the worst group of people I’ve ever encountered. The ironic thing is, they were visiting my room to get some herbs for a Glamour Potion.”

At Y/N’s doubtful look, he spun her around to place both his hands on her shoulders.

“Y/N/N,” he said seriously. “Flower. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on— sorry, Gran,” he joked. Y/N cracked a smile. “I’m so lucky to be married to someone as wonderful as you. You’re kind, loving, appreciative, considerate, and just about every quality that girls like them lack.”

“I—”

“Don’t compare yourself to them,” Neville warned. “Otherwise I’ll have to muster up all my Gryffindor courage just to come up with another motivational speech.” His so-called ‘Gryffindor’ courage must’ve been given a boost by Y/N’s growing smile, since he finished with a passionate “I love you. You. Not them.”

Y/N leaned forward just a bit to press her lips against her husbands.

“I love you too, Nev,” she murmured while kissing him.

The End.

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Not me ending the story in the most third grade-me way ever 💀💀 i haven’t ended a story with ‘the end,’ in a while, but I’ve never actually been motivated to finish my stories in a while, either. Anywho, thoughts on this?? The writing and plot aren’t too bad, right?

[teddylovestea]

sebaciel ns/fw headcanons I´ve been asked for a while ago (and some sfw ones in between) ♥️

Sebastian initiates stuff usually, since he knows about Ciel´s desires, yet also knows that the little one tends to be too embarrassed or proud to act upon them. He gives his demon subtle hints though, like careful glances and small touches. Light squeezes of his butlers hands when he helps him out of the bath, a lingering gaze when they´re in the study or the discreet folding back a corner of the covers for the demon to join him in his bed.He also pulls Sebastian through the contract to him.

Although they have engaged in quite some nocturnal activities so far, Ciel still feels self-conscious about his body, thinking he's too small and skinny. Sebastian of course doesn´t mind his masters appearance in the slightest. Quite the contrary, he considers the boy to be exceptionally beautiful and never misses an opportunity to make this known. And Ciel feels so loved, like he´s the most precious and desired thing in the world.

The boy blushes madly when he´s being praised or when Sebastian calls him by any pet names.

He rarely praises his butler though, since he doesn´t like to admit how the demon makes him feel and how utterly and completely he loses himself in the devils arms.

They have safe words and touches (always one for stopping and one for slowing down)

However, as long as Sebastian doesn´t entirely forgets himself, Ciel doesn´t mind the demon to show a bit of his true nature every once in a while. On the condition that Sebastian treats him appropriately afterwards, cleaning him and taking care of possible injuries. And of course the demon always does, making sure his master is as comfortable as possible especially after a rough session.

He also always stays whenever the boy asks him too and also simply when he senses that his master needs the comfort.

Ciel likes it a lot so see Sebastian entirely naked, but is often too ashamed to ask for it, while Sebastian -being very much aware of that- loves to tease his tiny master into admitting it and asking for him to undress.

Ciel often pulls Sebastian's hair and scratches along his back.

He furthermore doesn´t like to make much noise, because he thinks it makes him sound desperate for the devils touch, so he stifles his noises with his own fist, in the pillows or even by biting his butlers shoulder.

On the other hand, Sebastian loves it when his master is vocal, relishing in every moan, whimper or call of his given name that he's able to pull from his masters small bitter mouth.

The tiny earl sometimes hides his face when they´re in bed together, especially when he´s overwhelmed by his emotions and/ or feels embarrassed. But Sebastian continually pries his hands away, whispering softly “ I want to see you”, before kissing all over his master´s little flushed face and licking possible tears away.

Whenever Ciel leaves any wounds/ marks on Sebastian during their midnight encounters, the latter always heals them slowly, in the speed a human body would, taking pride in the little teeth-marks or scratches.

Sebastian also loves to leave marks of ownership on his little charge, but much to the devils chagrin he has to refrain from that rather often. To be precise, whenever the tailor is about to visit, which happens quite regularly.

But apart from that, he often just takes his time to kiss along Ciel´s whole body and the earl just feels so adored.

After some time he is allowed to even kiss the branding on Ciel´s back and along other tiny scars from Ciel´s time being captured, although the boy initially didn´t like that, since he believes these scars are signs of his weakness. However, Sebastian sees them as symbols of his strength and tries to convey this to his little lord in every way possible.

Occasionally they take baths together, either to get cleaned up after certain activities or simply to relax after a particularly exhausting day/ a tough mission. Ciel would sit in between his demons legs, back to his chest, feeling the butler's gentle touches as he washes the boy´s body.

Sometimes, when there's a party at the estate, Sebastian allows his master to drink a  champagne flute or two. Firstly, in order to endure his guests and secondly because after the guests have left the earl will still be a bit tipsy, sleepy and more pliable. He will be almost eager to finally get his clothes off and let Sebastian do as he pleases, while the boy is highly responsive to his touches and very vocal on top of that.

Whenever Sebastian keeps his lord up long into the night, he lets him sleep in the next morning.

Ciel is completely ensnared by his demon's natural form and has certainly more than once asked Sebastian into his bed like that. And even though he often wakes bruised and aching afterwards, he´s never once regretted it.

Especially when his more feral instincts come through, Sebastian really enjoys biting Ciel (mostly on the insides of his thighs or his neck), the earls blood allowing the devil a little taste of the boy´s soul.

As his duties demand, Sebastian often has to work until late into the night. So he´ll bring his charge to bed, tuck the earl in, kiss him goodnight and then leave to the kitchen or his room in order to make preparations for the next day. When he´s finished and there is still some time until morning, he´ll return to his master´s chambers, slipping under the covers and holding the little boy gently through the rest of the night. Sometimes though, Ciel wakes while his infernal servant climbs into the bed. And every now and then he won't just settle contently into the demons embrace, but pull him close into a heated kiss, whispering a breathy "I need you". And the devil wouldn't deny him, wearing Ciel out until they're both satisfied and the boy falls into an exhausted sleep against his servant's chest where he's kept cosy until morning comes.

[samiwife]

I just love your fics ... amazing!

Can I ask your zodiac sign ? Mine is Libra!

Can I ask 1 more smut with Julian ... something cute like having the first time with the fem reader ? Please!

I am an Aries! My B-day is April, 5th!

Yes, I can do Julian! I just love him so much! Thank you for the request and thank you for the support <3

The Virgin 𓆩♡𓆪 (Julian Casablancas x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

T/W: Virginity taking, praising, cussing, and teasing.

(Reader Discretion Is Advised)

You never told Julian you were a virgin. Your friends mocked you all the time for it. They gave you the name "the virgin" since everyone else had already lost their virginity except you. They also mocked the fact that you never told Julian you were a virgin and that you never had sex. You just never knew why. You guessed it was because you were too scared to tell Julian. You feared that he'd make fun of you like your friends. So you always avoided being overly sexual. Even if it did get sexual you'd always make some excuse to leave or fake a sickness. Julian wouldn't get upset but he'd just frown and say okay. You felt so guilty for leading him on and then not doing it. But tonight it was going to change. Today was the day you were going to have your first time with Julian. You planned it out, he'd come by to hang out and you'd make moves on him. The plan was foolproof.

Julian already planned to come by noon. So you dressed extra nicely to get things really in gear. You wore a lace tank top with black shorts. You wore pink glossy lipstick and mascara. You waited for Julian in your living room. Julian had spare keys to your apartment so it wasn't odd for him to walk in. After 30 minutes of waiting, you heard a car pull up and you peeked out the window to see Julian. He was carrying flowers and was smiling. You blushed at his chivalry. Julian always brought flowers or some sort of treat when he came by. You heard the door jingle and then the door opens. You stood up quickly and greeted him. "Hey, baby!" You said in a cheery tone. Julian smiles wider and hugs you. "Hey, princess! You look so cute today!" Julian said as he stared at you up and down.

You blushed and kissed him. Julian hands you the flowers and you quickly put them in a vase. As you put the flowers in the vase, Julian sat on the couch and was waiting for you. "Hey Jules, why don't we hang in my room? I have something cool to show you." You said. You planned for Julian to go into your room. Julian nods and you take his hand and lead him to your room. Julian sat on the edge of your bed and you pretended to look through your records. While looking for the records you slightly stuck your ass out to show off your ass. You knew Julian would look but he wouldn't do anything. And it worked like a charm. Julian was looking and he was staring for a long time. You finally took a random record and walked over to him. You then sat in his lap and showed off your record. "This is what I wanted to show you. My new record I bought." You said in his ear.

He was blushing madly and trying his hardest not to get an erection but his efforts were in vain. You continued to talk about the record but in a seductive tone to tease him more. "This is the famous Guns N Roses album. My favorite song on it is Paradise City." As you said closer to Julian's ear. Julian huffs and exhales. Then he looks up at you. "What are you doing to me?" Julian finally says as he holds his breath in. "What are you talking about?" You asked pretending to act clueless. Julian couldn't take it anymore and pushes you off his lap and onto the bed and pins your hands up. "Don't act clueless, the makeup, outfit, your voice. I know you're trying something." Julian said as he huffed. You smirked and looked at him. "Okay you got me, yeah I planned all this. I didn't expect this from you. I expected you to keep quiet." You said laughing. Julian frowned and started kissing your neck. You gasped and flinched.

Julian tightened his grip on your hands. Julian then pulls away. "Wait Jules, can I talk to you about something real quick?" you said as he broke away. Julian lets go of your hands and gets off of you. "Yes, sweetheart of course. What is it?" He says looking at you. You sighed and looked at him. "The reason why I haven't been sexual with you is because I am a virgin. And I was always scared you'd be turned off or even worse. Make fun of me for being one." You said still staring at Julian. Julian gives a half smile and holds your hand gently. "Y/N, it's okay that you're a virgin. I know it may seem scary that everyone else isn't but It's doesn't matter. It only matters that you are mine." Julian said as he smiled wider at you. You smiled and looked down. Julian lifts up your chin and kisses your lips. You deepened the kiss and leaned back. Julian lays you back further so you're lying on your back.

Julian moves his lips down to the crook of your neck and starts kissing. You gasped and moaned as he kissed. Julian moves his soft hands down your shorts and slowly pulls them off. You wrap your hand around Julian's belt and unbuckle them. You pulled Julian's pants down. Julian pulls away from your neck and removes the leather jacket he was wearing. Julian smiles and continues to kiss your neck. You moan and finally, you said you were ready for him. Julian pulls away. "Are you sure? I can take things slow if you want." Julian says as he stares down at you. "Do whatever handsome, make me feel good." You said leaning towards him. Julian nods and smiles and snuggles his head in your neck and collarbone. You stroke his hair as he enters you. You gasp and grip his hair tightly. "It's okay baby, I'll go slow," Julian says in your neck. You huff and nod. Julian then slowly and gently enters his full member inside.

You moan out Julian's name. Julian softly caresses your back to calm you down. You huff and signal him to keep going. Julian smiles and begins to thrust slowly. You moan and huff as he slowly thrust. After a few thrusts, you got used to it. You whimpered out "J-Jules, you can go faster now." Julian nods and goes faster. But the speed wasn't super fast. It was fast enough to give you comfort instead of pain. "Jules you're so gentle, I love it." You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Julian smiles and continues to thrust. You loved this new feeling.

You loved the pleasure and loved the fact that Julian was being so gentle with you. "Ugh, J-Jules. I-I'm about to come." You moaned out. Julian continued to thrust. "Me too babe, we can come together," Julian said as he trusted harder. After a few more thrusts, you came and so did Julian. Julian pulls out and lays next to you. Julian huffs and looks into your eyes. "Babe, you were amazing. You're so fucking gorgeous." Julian said as he laid his head on your chest. You smile and kiss his cheek. "I love you, Jules, thank you for being my first time." You said as you caressed his face. Julian smiles and kisses your lips. "I love you too Y/N, I'm glad I made you happy."

[creatchie8]

Because I keep seeing others post, I really wanna talk about seeing Lewis and Atta Boy in Chicago <3 Also so I can look back and reread and relive how exciting it was lol

First of all, I wanna explain how DEDICATED I was to see this man. I live in a tiny town in Idaho where the local airport takes two flights per day and both of them are directly to and from SLC. So I drove 3 1/2 hours to the biggest airport in Idaho. Then, I hopped on a 1 1/2 hour flight to Seattle where I had a two hour layover then on a 4 1/2 hour flight to Chicago.

I got a bloody nose on the plane to Chicago (then on the way back I got 2 more) :) So much fun.

We waited in a super short line outside for a while and I was hyper analyzing every person who walked past us in hopes it would be a member. The one time I had my head turned a woman walked past me and I was just watching her leave when she turned her head and it was EDEN! I could have died right then, she was gorgeous, seriously the prettiest woman I have seen.

About 10-15 minutes later I saw her walking towards the line (very preoccupied, she was listening to a voice note on her phone) and finally past all the waiting people and into the venue. (Side note, she had her vape in hand and was taking a hit of it as she walked past me-when I texted my friend she was saying how lucky I was to stand in Eden's vape cloud and it made me lol so hard).

When they finally let us into the venue me and my guy beelined it to the stage. I swear some higher power was on our side that day because we got the best spot right to where the drum set was in perfect view.

Me Like Bees was great, I was dancing around to their music and I have plans to add them to my Spotify playlist, their energy was crazy!

The lights went on again as they were taking the MLB stuff down and putting the AB stuff up, Freddy and Dashel were up there helping when this mysterious man brushed up against my guy and walked up the steps to the stage. My guy whispered in my ear, "I think that's Lewis." And all I could do was nod silently.

It felt like I touched a live wire or something, my whole body was buzzing like crazy as we watched him set up his drum set. I think in another life that man was an electrician or something because he was decked out in all Carhart lmao.

Eden sung beautifully, nothing would have ever prepared me for how good she sounded. Like imagine the recorded version but just 1 Million times better. I sung my heart out on Crab Park (best song imo) and teared up when she sang Madly.

I'm going to skip some of these next few parts because it was literally just me watching Lewis go around to the people waiting to talk to him and me admiring how incredibly handsome this guy is (no picture does him justice).

Lewis shook me and my guy's hand and we all introduced each other, all of a sudden my worry went away and talking to Lewis felt like talking to a friend. I told him how my mom loves him in Lessons in Chemistry (which I explained is crazy because she has two comfort shows she likes and she hates new things but seriously is in love with LinC and begs to watch it with me whenever I visit). Lewis thought that was absolutely hilarious and was happy my mom likes it so much.

I then told him that I adore The Starling Girl because his performance was so real and raw and there was absolutely no fluff. I then said something super cheesy like, "Your performance was phenomenal." Lewis told me that he was grateful I loved it so much because he loved working on it. So that made me smile and blush like crazy.

He asked where we were from and I told him about the crazy journey we endured and he seemed legit stunned that someone would travel that far to see him and his band.

We then took a few pics and I was too dumb to remember to give him something to sign so I pulled out a $5 bill and he signed the backside of it. I then asked if I could hug him and he laughed, saying yes if I don't mind that he's all sweaty. Best hug of my life btw.

We then said our farewells and I then proceeded to get so freaked out we left the venue entirely. Looking back now I would have stayed longer and got pics with Eden and some merch so I actually feel really upset about that. And in January of 2023 I got a bull skull tattoo mimicking Rhett's on my calf that I was dying to show Lewis but I forgot. But I am looking forward to the next time I get to see him!!!

[siren-serenity]

hi hi rennie darling :D im excited for the event so im brainstorming some fluffy scenarios for you!! ^^

so you know my game developer child irene lovejoy, she works as a barista and can sign in for serving works when they're low on staff. she also wears roller blades for work efficiency and ✨️aesthetics✨️

how about she and jade serving people on a particularly busy day when jade just randomly pulls her into a dance from time to time, leaving her confused and flustered because how did he know she considered that her love language. and then the confession

just a silly thought but i think you might like it as well ^^ drink some water and take a break if you need to!!

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↳ *IRENE LOVEJOY X JADE LEECH!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ IRENE HIHIHI!!! i love the rollerblades part lmao i can totally see her doing that. and the dancing from jade!!! azul must be so angry bc one of his best workers dumped mostro lounge for their enemy: gasp, cafe amor! THANK YOU FOR THE CONCERN AND LOVE YOU <3333

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Irene hummed as she roller-skated away from the bemused-looking Heartslabyul trio, her fingers going down to her pocket to switch to the next song. Suddenly, she felt her body being tugged away and collided away another firm chest that she (embarrassingly enough) recognized upon the first touch.

"J-Jade?"

Jade Leech smirked, looking down at her to meet her bright turquoise eyes. An amused glint in his eyes made Irene slightly wary yet excited for whatever her beloved might unpredictably do next.

A well-manicured hand reached up to gently tug one of the earbuds from Irene's ears and popped it into his ears. Jade gently bopped his head to the tempo of the music, swaying rather awkwardly from side to side. But that didn't stop the butterflies from fluttering madly in Irene's stomach nor did it stop the bright blush blooming on her face.

Not even a minute later, Jade left to help grab a tray of food to serve and Irene was left standing in the middle of Cafe Amor, under the scrutiny of multiple eyes. A squeak left her eyes and she roller-skated away to grab another tray from Melody, who was unable to hide her laugh.

"Prince Charming, am I right?" Melody snickered, her red and blue eyes glittered in amusement.

She narrowly dodged a swat from a blushing Irene who didn't even grace her with a reply as she skated to serve the next table which was unfortunately the Pop Music Club. She prepared herself for the bombardment of comments, which sure enough, hit her like a freight truck.

"That was so cute!!"

"Totes!! I should have recorded it and put it on Magicam!!! #totallysingle #jealousofthem #socute #dancingduo!!"

"Ahh the love between youngsters is always nice to see."

"Guys, stop," Irene spluttered. A tug around her waist made her move backward and once again, she bumped into Jade who squeezed her waist tightly. She tilted her head again, her black hair falling into her face. "Jade?"

His hand came up to gently brush the strands of hair out of her face before he tugged her closer. He swayed her from side to side, mumbling the lyrics of the song under his breath but Irene could hear it as loud as day.

"I was enchanted to meet you~"

Irene closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the rocking motion that was strangely familiar and similar to the rocking motion of waves. She could smell Jade's scent as her face was dangerous close to his chest: the scent of the wilderness, the ocean mist, and expensive cologne.

Her peace was cut off with a loud: "JADE LEECH!"

They flew apart immediately, Irene's eyes widened and her face flushed while Jade was blinking in confusion. In unison, they whirled their heads to a huffing Azul who seemed as if he just ran all the way here.

"What in the name of the Sevens are you doing in Cafe Amor?!" He snapped out, walking in, and not-so-gently tugged Jade out of the cafe. "You're supposed to be at Mostro Lounge, damn it!"

Before he left, he locked eyes with Irene one last time and blew her a kiss. Irene's lips opened and closed in shock as she just stood in the middle of the cafe.

"W-What just happened?" She breathed out in confusion yet her heart beat twice- no, thrice at its usual speed.

[meimi-haneoka]

I guess what really peeved me the most about the post I had seen was the umpteenth attempt at watering Akiho's feelings down as merely platonic, looking at Kaito as a father figure like Sakura's crush for Yukito.

No. I'm sorry but no.

I might need to remind people that yes, Sakura said that in the end she probably saw a bit of her father in Yukito, but she also added that she felt something a bit different. Just a bit different....She just didn't point it out to him to not make things more complicated. Yukito loved Touya, and she couldn't do anything about it. She needed to get over it.

That shows that either they conveniently forget or just dismiss the feelings Sakura had for Yukito, because you know, it's problematic to think about it.

And yet, Akiho's feelings go well over that.

First of all, you don't blush madly like that for a father figure. That's the most evident sign of it. You don't try so hard in every way to convey your feelings.

She didn't think about him, not even for a second when the school asked her to call a family member for Parent's day.

When he finally offered himself (with a second goal in mind), she was surprised. That's not his role. He's a butler, not a father figure. He's not even her legal guardian, otherwise the school would've invited him directly.

Yet, there is a "family" component to Akiho and Kaito's relationship too. That's just normal. A family isn't only decided by blood connections, family is also when people who love eachother (in any kind of way, so it doesn't exclude romantically) live together. And my god we can have different opinions on what kind of love he feels, but by this time I think even walls know that Kaito loves Akiho.

But most of all, most of anything else, sensei is showing us how Akiho turns into the best version of herself thanks to her love for Kaito. She leaves her insecurities and self-deprecation behind, grasps all the courage she can and not only tries to confess her feelings to him (oh, just so you know, "The Moon is Beautiful" isn't used in platonic context. At all.) but also tries multiple times to have him open his heart to her as well. Because she can see that he's suffering and she won't sit back and watch him falling apart. She wants him to know that he's not alone and he can count on her. She literally tells him, "I've changed ever since I met you". She becomes assertive, spells out things as she feels them, and when faced with a door shut in her face, she doesn't give up and gently insists because she's learned his ways, she knows this is the only way it can work with him. With all the smiling faces he put up with her, none of them fooled her. None of them. How can this be a negative thing?

And the fact that she doesn't demand anything of him (her "It would be good if he cherishes even just one memory we had together" line) doesn't mean that her feelings aren't real or serious. Otherwise that's insulting poor Tomoyo too.

But no, all of this gets conveniently ignored because, you know, Akiho is just 12 (make it 13 in her case), she can't posses serious feelings yet, she can't be serious or committed about a goddamned thing in her life.

I'm so tired of this narrative that wants Akiho completely at the mercy of the people around her, with no agency, no respect for her feelings and no worth in herself. Completely incapacitated by the trauma of her past.

Yes, she does have trauma scars, but she's working so hard to come out of that hell.

Try to apply the same towards Sakura in her relationship with Syaoran, try to suggest that her feelings for Syaoran aren't serious, that she's too young to know, that they aren't soulmates, and count how long it takes for the fandom to jump at your throat.

We can discuss about the nature of Kaito's feelings, but my god, Akiho's ones shouldn't even be debatable by now. I agree that not everything must be romantic at all costs and platonic love is important too, hell I agree VERY much with that. But we can also recognize that a fictional story can depict romantic feelings that don't have to end up becoming *physical* at all costs, not until the right age at least. The characters can have romantic feelings and not trespass certain boundaries. Ultimately, *the characters* define what they feel by themselves.

The official story shows us all of this and it's canon, then it's your choice if you decide to make up your own version of it in your head, and turn a blind eye because you can't accept it. That makes me wonder why you're still reading it, though. 🙄

[hailtheknownworld]

I can't choose a single oc for the piping hot asks but all your ocs: 👃🔥😍 i wanna take notes pls

SIS!!!

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

Most of my OCs are nobles 🙈 so yes, they're more or less bathed in perfume lol But Amund and Svana both come from cultures that prioritize bathing a lot!

Alaric likes woodsy, musky scents, with a hint of spice. Very fitting for the Prince of Autumn, no? He needs to smell like he just stepped out of a Mercedes and he's about to treat you to an eye-wateringly expensive dinner.

Camille likes light, citrusy scents-- basically if it smells like he just came out of an expensive bath, that's him. Basically the smell you think about when you fantasize about a romantic summer fling.

Amund and Svana come from humbler stock, but~ Svana often smells like fire and smoke. She works as a blacksmith, so it's something that just can't be washed off. Her mother makes little bath oils from local wildflowers. The scent is very light, only detectable when you're within kissing range ;)

Amund usually smells like a mix of old books and baking bread. But those freshly cut florals linger on him too after a long thoughtful bath.

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Alaric loves confidence, and is sure to melt in your arms if you can give as good as you can take. He likes to be wanted and adored, and a good round of dirty talking will have him hot and bothered all day.

Camille likes it when someone is in charge and shows it. He isn't nicknamed the 'pillow princess' for funsies. He likes being spoiled and will get absolutely flustered if you make him promises of spoiling and pampering.

Amund gets flustered easily from romantic attention, so even just going up to him and tell him he's good looking is enough to get him blushing madly.

Svana doesn't fluster easily, not outwardly at least. She's used to men making lewd advances to her. But... if you're tooth-achingly romantic to her? Flowers and hand kisses? She won't admit it but she will get soft and blushy.

😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others?

As mentioned above, Alaric loves confidence. He recognizes confidence is more than just being boastful and loud however. He also likes people who are adventurous and fun, willing to try new things with him.

Camille likes the finer things in life and it'd be hard pressed for me to admit that he can sometimes come off as a gold-digger. But beyond that he likes people who can also enjoy life in a Big Picture kind of way? Expensive wines and lavish dinners, making love that leaves you breathless, followed by a luxurious bath and then bed time together? Sign him up NOW.

Amund is very romantic in the sense that most of his ideas of love and courtship came from the many, many books he's read in secret. Coming from a small village, he's not exposed to a lot of different folks, but he can't lie that he isn't swayed by a handsome face that packs a whole lot of charm behind it.

Svana isn't really one for romance, per se. At least, not in the way she thinks girls ought to? Like, most girls (and some boys) in her village wish for a handsome stranger to romance them by the lake, sing them sweet songs and bring them gifts. Svana is more likely to be swayed by a set of muscles and big, kind heart. She will never, ever admit this, however.