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I saw this in my photos and I decided to see how much I’ve changed from last time!

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I just found this while going through some old post and OMG GODDDD

THE NOSTALGIA.

ROTTMNT ANIMATIC/EDIT

foreverever // nostalgia trip :)

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The Love Potion

  • I've wanted to write this for FOREVER but I kept forgetting to💀 

•  ft: Dorm Leaders 

• Tw: Kissing(Not much tbh), and a love potion. 

• Very fluffy fanfic and crack

• The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with the dormleaders. 

• They may or may not be ooc 

• Hope ya enjoy!

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 • To your horror Crewel assigned you, Ace, Deuce, and grim to make a love potion. Fun right? Wrong! 

• For whatever reason you had some hope that they wouldn't do anything wrong, so you casually put your drink somewhere near the cauldron, leaving to go get something. 

• Grim accidently knocked over the cauldron, spilling it EVERYWHERE, and what do you know, some got into your drink! 

• "Grim! Why'd you knock over the cauldron!" Ace argued. "It was on accident!" Grim frowned. They started arguing and Deuce was just watching, until you came back and picked up your drink to drink it. 

• "Wait, no, MC!" Deuce tried to stop you from drinking it, but it was to late. Ace and Grim finally stopped arguing and looked over to see a MC with hearts in their eyes. 

• The trio brought you over to Crewel and told him about what had happened. "Are you pups always so stupid?" Crewel frowned. "Professor can you please just tell us if this is going to be permanent?" Ace asked. "Luckily not, but it will last 24 hours" Crewel said. 

• The trio did not want to be stuck with a lovesick MC for 24 hours so they brought you to your lover.

Riddle Rosehearts

“What have you three done this ti- MC?!” Riddle practically dashed over, snatching you away from Ace and Deuce’s clumsy grip.

You blinked up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling a little too brightly. “Riddle, has anyone ever told you that you look adorable today?” You grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

His eyes went wide and his face went red. “Wh..What MC?” Riddle was utterly lost. Sure, you were affectionate with him, but like this in public?

Ace cleared his throat nervously. “Uh… they kinda drank a love potion…” He and Deuce exchanged quick glances, then made a run for it with Grim following close behind

“Hey! You three get back here!” Riddle shouted after them, but the trio vanished around the corner with mischievous grins.

Riddle blinked, still holding you gently. “Why you still put up with those three is beyond me...” he muttered, his usual stern tone softening.

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He carefully set you down on the edge of his bed, pacing thoughtfully. “Hm… I wonder if there’s a cure for this…”

Just as he turned to leave, you tugged on his sleeve with the most convincing pout he’d ever seen.

“C’mon, Riddle. Just stay with me for a bit?”He sighed, a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips.

“My rose, I’m not so s—”

“Please?” You cut him off with puppy eyes.

He huffed but gave in, sliding beside you on the bed. “Fine. But only for a bit.”

And just like that, the stern King of Hearts was your cuddle buddy for the day, muttering softly, “Maybe I should thank those three troublemakers after all…”

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie rolled his eyes as Ace and Deuce practically shoved you into his arms.

“Take them to Leona for us!!!” Ace said before running off.

“Wow, what a bunch of wimps,” Ruggie grumbled, hefting you up with an exaggerated sigh.

Dragging you through the corridors, Ruggie finally stopped outside Leona’s door. He cracked it open and peeked inside. Yup. There he was, sprawled out like the regal lion he was...snoring softly, completely unaware of the chaos that had included you and the freshman.

Ruggie rolled his eyes and plopped you down next to him like a package he was glad to be rid of.

Leona turned to face you, heart in your eyes and a flush on your face, and blinked to make sure his eyes were not deceiving him. He quickly pieced together the telltale signs of a love potion victim.

You grinned like a lovesick fool. “Leona, has anyone ever told you how absolutely amazing you are?”

He raised a brow, tail flicking lazily. "Nope, just you herbivore."

You chuckled, “Well, you really are. You deserve far more compliments.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped his tail around your waist and pulled you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a smug little purr. You melted into him, your heart doing somersaults.

Leona was loving every second of it. Love potion or not, getting your undivided attention was basically a royal spa day for his ego.

Azul Ashengrotto

Let’s be honest: he absolutely has a cure. He brewed it three years ago, labeled it with calligraphy, and filed it alphabetically behind his desk in case of “romantic emergencies.” But is he going to use it? Not a chance.

When Ace and Deuce practically dragged you into the Lounge, hearts in your eyes, clinging to Deuce’s arm like a cartoon damsel, Azul was delighted. Not that he’d say that. No, he pushed up his glasses, feigned concern, and said, “Ah… how unfortunate. What a reckless accident. Potions really shouldn’t be left unattended, you know.”

It was not unfortunate. Not for him. He thought you were adorable, the way you was practically glowing with affection.

“Azul~!” you purred, eyes full of hearts. “You’re sooo handsome when you’re stressed.”

He choked on his words mid-response.

Somewhere behind the bar, Floyd laughed so hard he dropped a tray.

Ace looked like he wanted to die. “They drank a love potion, Azul. Please just fix them.”

Azul cleared his throat and adjusted his gloves. “Why would I intervene? In their current state, they can’t reasonably consent to any sort of contractual exchange, which renders it a moot point.”

That was a lie. A flimsy one, at that. He wouldn’t have made you sign anything for this, and everyone in the room knew it.

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“Azul~” you sang sweetly, leaning on the front desk like you were seconds away from swooning. “Why don’t you come cuddle me?”

He blinked. Twice.

“I—I'm very busy right now,” he coughed, clearly flustered. “Paperwork doesn’t file itself.”

You pouted. It was the fakest pout known to man and merfolk, and Azul still nearly folded on the spot.

Before he could brace himself, you’d already slinked behind him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and resting your chin on his head like a weighted blanket of affection.

“Pretty please?” you murmured, and Azul could feel his brain buffering.

He lasted approximately six more seconds before sighing and surrendering. “Just for a few minutes,” he muttered, leading you to the couch. “But you mustn’t distract me for too long.”

Spoiler alert: you absolutely distracted him for too long. You fell asleep with your face smushed into his coat, and he sat there, frozen like a statue, while Floyd snapped about twenty blackmail photos for later.

Kalim Al-Asim

The moment the Adeuce duo dragged you into Scarabia’s dorm, Grim clinging to your leg like a panicked squirrel, Deuce trying to explain through hasty apologies, and Ace half-hiding behind them, Kalim knew something was up.

“MC! You came to visit?” Kalim beamed, already jogging over with open arms. “Wait, what’s going on? Did you bring snacks?? Is this a surprise—”

“They drank a love potion,” Ace blurted, unceremoniously cutting in. “We were supposed to be making one for class, and then Grim knocked over the cauldron, and it got in their drink, and—”

“It was an accident!” Grim screeched, tail puffed in horror.

Deuce grimaced. “It only lasts 24 hours. Crewel said it wasn’t permanent but...um...they’ve been like this ever since they drank it…”

You turned your gaze on Kalim like he hung the stars in the sky. Literal hearts sparkled in your eyes as you took a dramatic step forward, hands clasped like some swoony storybook prince(ss).

“Kalim…” you breathed, dreamily. “Has anyone ever told you how unspeakably adorable you are? You're like sunshine dipped in honey and wrapped in gold foil. I would die for you. I'd kill for you. You’re precious.”

Kalim blinked.Then he flushed bright red from ears to neck, eyes going wide. “Wha—! Oh—oh, wow! You really think so??”

“Boop!” You tapped his nose with a grin. “You're the cutest person alive and I love you soooo much!!”

Ace looked like he was about to throw up. “Can we please go now.”

Grim shoved him. “They’re your problem too!”

But Kalim just laughed, a full, delighted sound, and scooped you up into a hug like it was the most natural thing in the world. “This is so sweet! MC, don’t worry at all, I’ll take care of you until the potion wears off! You’re in good hands!”You melted into his arms like a happy puddle. “Kalim... you smell like sunshine and warm cinnamon…”

“��Do I?? I’ve never checked!” he said brightly.

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Kalim cleared his whole day. Everything. No banquets, no parties, no flying carpet races or royal meetings or impromptu magic carpet karaoke. You had his full attention, and oh stars above, you were loving it.

He let you lay across a couch in his room while he sat beside you, letting you braid shiny gold threads into his hair while you hummed and called him pet names.

Kalim kept stealing glances at you, as if he was afraid this was some kind of dream, or a secret too wonderful to believe. Every time your hand brushed his cheek or your fingers twined through his hair, he sighed like he was holding onto a happiness too fragile to last, but secretly hoping it would.

And you? You were absolutely living for it.

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The evening ended with you curled up under a canopy of gauzy fabric in his room, snuggled into his side with a happy sigh. Kalim rested his cheek on your head, heart full.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was making his usual rounds around Pomefiore when a hesitant tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Deuce, Ace, and Grim, looking like they were carrying the weight of the world (or at least some trouble).

“Uh, Vil... we kinda need your help with MC,” Deuce said, nervously wringing his hands.

“What have you three potatoes done now?” Vil raised an elegant eyebrow, folding his arms with a sigh.

Deuce swallowed. “They… accidentally drank a love potion.”

Vil blinked, then glanced over to you. You stood there, eyes glazed over with an unmistakable glaze of infatuation, smile practically glowing.

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course.

“Dear,” Vil muttered under his breath as Ace, Deuce, and Grim swiftly excused themselves, “why do you continue to associate with such fools?”

You took a step closer, voice syrupy and eyes dreamy. “Vil, has anyone told you today that you are utterly gorgeous?”

He blinked again, caught off guard. “I believe I prefer ‘refined,’ but… I’ll accept gorgeous this once.”A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

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The two of you retreated to Vil’s room, where the day passed in a ddance of stolen glances and soft conversation. You, ever unabashed, peppered him with kisses, each one met with a delicate peck on your cheek or forehead, leaving behind a subtle trace of lipstick.

(Later, as you examined your reflection, a faint lipstick stain lingered on your neck)

Idia Shroud

Idia was deep into his video game marathon, fingers flying over the controller. The glow of the screen lit up his focused face when Ortho suddenly burst into the room, panic written all over his face.

“Idia! MC drank a love potion!” Ortho announced, sounding like the entire world was ending.

Idia blinked, controller paused mid-button-mash. “W-What? A love potion?”

Ortho didn’t stick around to explain further; instead, he plopped you onto Idia’s bed and practically shoved you there before retreating with a dramatic sigh.

You shuffled closer, eyes sparkling with something suspiciously like… hearts? And then, without warning, you draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning your head gently on his neck.

Idia nearly dropped his controller. His hair flickered from his usual blue to a bright, flustered pink in seconds. “Uh—MC? What are you..do you need something?” His voice cracked.

You mumbled softly, “Nothing. Just wanted to... cuddle.”

He swallowed, trying not to hyperventilate while your warmth pressed against him. The screen blinked on, but Idia’s attention was nowhere near the game. His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to keep playing, but honestly? He was a wreck.

A few moments passed, and you stayed just like that. Quiet, calm, totally unbothered by his meltdown. Idia’s heart pounded, his hair flicking various shades of pink as he tried to mentally escape the situation.

Finally, you broke the silence. “I’m going to lie down now,” you said, sliding onto the bed like it was the most normal thing in the world.Idia blinked.

“Wait! Uh… I’ll... uh… join you,” he stammered, fumbling for words as he scrambled to put down his controller and join you on the bed.

As soon as he sat down beside you, his hair shifted to the deepest shade of pink yet. He avoided your eyes, a faint pink flush painting his face.

Malleus Draconia

The trio practically dragged you through the halls of Diasomnia, Grim grumbling, Ace fuming, and Deuce trying to keep peace but mostly just wide-eyed at the chaos they’d unleashed. Finally, they burst into Malleus’s dimly lit dormitory, their voices echoing off the gothic walls.

“Malleus! MC drank a love potion!” Grim exclaimed, almost out of breath. Ace nodded furiously, while Deuce looked like he was about to faint.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause. The ominous storm clouds that had just been gathering overhead flickered, then dissipated, replaced by an impossibly radiant light streaming through the window. Malleus’ eyes, usually as sharp and unreadable as obsidian, softened as they locked onto you.

You blinked up at him with a goofy smile, reaching out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Have I ever told you,” you began, voice honeyed and slightly breathless, “just how utterly magnificent you are, Malleus?”

He blinked slowly, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Magnificent, you say?"

"Very" You giggled, settling yourself comfortably on the couch beside him, then, with the exaggerated grace of someone who’s never felt more affectionate in their life, you laid your head in his lap.

Malleus shifted ever so slightly, the weight of your gaze warming him more than the sunbeam outside ever could. “Your words are... most intriguing, dear MC.”

Throughout the day, you nestled close, your affection growing bolder, hands tracing patterns on his sleeves, whispering compliments with the earnestness only a love potion could inspire. Malleus, for all his usual aloofness and grandeur, found himself captivated by your unguarded warmth, a rare softness blooming in his gaze.

As evening fell, the two of you curled up together beneath a tapestry of stars, your head still resting in his lap, fingers intertwined. The last words you murmured before sleep claimed you were a simple, heartfelt statement:

“Malleus, with you... I’ve never felt so alive.

And the great dragon, his heart quietly stirred, said nothing, content to simply holding you close in the calm of the night.

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I finally finished it! This took 10× longer than I thought it would! I don't really know how to write Kalim and Malleus so if their ooc, or any of the dorm leaders are ooc, sorry!

Hope ya enjoyed!

Part 2 here

Have a splendid day!

[suhtorus]

𓂃⊹ ִֶָ ‐skyfall. geto suguru

part one. sunrise (her)

⥅ word c. 4,411

⥅ warnings. fem!reader, non sorcerer au (suguru is a grad student), established relationship (suguru and reader live together), mentions of drinking and smoking, domestic fluff, unreliable narrator

𝄢♭bloom ‐ the paper kites / not about angels ‐ birdy / beautiful baby ‐ elizabeth

Before meeting Suguru, you never understood the hype behind sunsets. People often label them as 'majestic' and take endless pictures of the same orange sky when it should be general knowledge that the real beauty resides within the quiet mornings, the world stirring awake and the sky tinting itself in soft hues of blue and pink like a Monet painting. No sunset could ever compare to the crisp and refreshing air that comes with the break of dawn. 

So, if someone were to ask you, you’d pick sunrises in a heartbeat.

Perhaps what makes sunrises better is that you get to see him and his dark hair —that puts the night sky itself to shame— as soon as you wake up, walking down the street with his characteristic hunched over frame as he kicks the rocks standing in his way. He hasn't seen you (which is rare, he's always trying to catch your attention as soon as he rounds the corner of your street), sitting by the open window just two floors above him. But when he finally does, purple eyes stare blankly at you.

"Who–" You watch him squint his eyes, stopping abruptly, and your grin only grows. It takes him two ragged breaths and a gasp to finally address you by your name, "what are you doing up there?"

You wave at him as you lean over the windowsill. He can't be serious, you think to yourself, "I live here, Suguru."

He seems tired, rubbing at his eyes before rushing to the building’s entrance and disappearing from your sight. It wouldn't be a surprise if he had a rough night, suddenly making you feel bad for not making sure you had a warm cup of coffee to welcome him back.

The apartment door opens and Suguru's silhouette slips through, his keys hitting loudly the porcelain bowl by the entrance. You don't even have to think twice, standing up from your spot by the window and meeting him halfway in what has to be the tightest hug you have ever gotten from him.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

He's nuzzling his face against your neck, breathing in the fresh scent of your body wash and leaving a kiss on your skin. His hold on you is so tight yet comforting, just as the silence of the world at six in the morning.

“I know,” your fingers thread through his hair, realizing it's longer than you remembered, “would you like to sleep now or have breakfast first?”

“Cuddles.”

You roll your eyes and tug the hairs at the nape of his head softly, “That wasn’t an option.”

Still in his arms, he guides you towards the bed placed at the corner of the apartment, and once you're under the covers, it's you who now hides your face in his neck.

“Why are you still up?” he asks with his lips against the crown of your hair.

For a moment, you choose to focus on his warm breath caressing your skin. If you tell him you were waiting for him, it's very likely that you’ll end up being scolded.

Shrugging, you nuzzle closer to his chest, seeking more of his warmth, “couldn’t sleep without you.”

“Is your insomnia back?”

“Think so,” you mumble, “but I got to greet you back, so I don't mind.”

It's silent for a while, the only sounds coming from your breaths and the noise of cars driving down the street. The world is slowly waking up, clouds that resemble cotton candy floating in the sky and a light, chill breeze coming through the open window.

“Sugu, you should sleep.”

“I will,” he breathes out, his hold on you tightening for a moment, “now that I have you in my arms.”

“Oh my god, that was so cheesy!”

His chest reverberates with his laugh, lips tugging upwards as he sweeps his tongue across his teeth in a cheeky way. There's no way your heart can watch and not melt as he does that. 

“You never complained before," he tries to defend himself, his smirk coming back as he leans closer to whisper in your ear, "and I know you love it.”

You look up at him, eyes gleaming under the sunlight, and you swear you haven't felt this happy in weeks, “I love you.”

A mix of emotions seems to swirl in his eyes, staring back at yours weirdly. It's hard to pinpoint what's going through his mind, but you can tell that whatever it is, it's troubling him.

“I love you so much more.”

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It's almost eight pm, and Suguru hasn't woken up.

“Sugu,” you whisper, leaning closer to his face as you search for a sign of consciousness, “you’ll be late.”

“Babe, c’mon… five more minutes?” he groans, voice throaty and laced with sleep.

“We've been sleeping all day!”

His arms circle your waist, pulling you on top of him, “s’all your fault, I was dreaming of you,” he mumbles with his eyes still closed.

“How is that my fault?” you bite back, but when you don't hear a reply from him, you lift your head and rest your chin on his chest.

He fell asleep again.

Removing yourself from his hold, you crawl on top of him until you're so close that your lips brush against his. 

“You'll be late for work,” you start littering kisses all over his jaw and watch as his brows furrow slightly, “I shouldn’t have let you nap after we had lunch.”

Still half asleep, he cups your face between his hands and pulls you down for a kiss. It's lazy and a bit clumsy, you blame it on the fact that he just woke up. But after getting a taste of him, you're tempted to ask him to stay.

With his hands still at the sides of your face, he pulls your mouths apart and gazes lovingly at your face, brushing a few strands of hair away from it. Suguru's eyes always make your knees falter, and your heart tremble, especially when they focus on yours.

“How did you sleep?” he asks before squinting his eyes at you, “wait– did you even sleep?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. No need to start nagging at me.”

He yawns, stretching his arms above his head while you climb off of him, “I need to shower.”

“Yeah, you stink,” you fake a gag only to squeal a second later when he pinches your sides.

Finally, he gets on his feet, and you watch your boyfriend get closer to you. Sometimes you forget how imposing his presence can be, his height and large frame suddenly making you feel small under his stare.

“Shower with me,” he rasps out in your ear, hands grabbing you by your hips as he begins to nip at your neck. 

“O-Oh?” with a raised eyebrow and warm cheeks, you nod bashfully and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, “lead the way.”

The sound of your giggles fills the small apartment as he carries you bridal style towards the bathroom, his own laugh joining yours.

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“Don’t forget your wallet!”

He's running late, just as you predicted. 

With his hair still damp from the shower, he runs from one side to the other collecting his stuff, “what would I do without you?”

Shaking your head, you watch as he finally makes his way to the door and picks up his coat.

“Work hard! I'll be waiting for you.”

Suguru stops abruptly, his hand already on the doorknob as he grimaces, “I should probably tell you not to, but… ugh fuck it, I’ll be selfish.”

He leans forward to kiss you, his free hand holding you by the back of your neck as the other remains on the door knob. Unfortunately, the kiss ends as quickly as it began.

In your daze, you barely have a chance to smile back at him as he waves goodbye.

“See you at sunrise!”

“Again? ”

You grimace when Suguru’s loud voice disrupts the peaceful morning. It’s still pretty early, the streets empty and void of other souls besides nature blooming around you, waking up to another spring morning. 

But besides the white cat climbing down the roof and the trail of ants on the wall, it’s just you and him.

Your heart warms up in familiar delight, and you wonder if there will ever be a day in which your chest won’t feel like expanding and shrinking at the same time just at the sight of his handsome smile. A small fit of giggles escapes you as you shake your head disapprovingly, a finger placed on your lips signaling him to be quiet.

“Again.”

Blowing him a kiss from your spot, you snicker as you watch his grin widen, his long legs moving faster towards the building. Good thing he seems as eager as you are, you’ve always hated how long it takes him to reach the front door of your apartment.

As soon as he gets inside, he comes face to face with you and immediately goes for your lips, both mouths meeting in a soft kiss as you stand at the door.

Your surroundings seem to blur around you, his scent invading your mind and his touch melting your skin. The emotions stirring in you are so strong that almost have you in tears. It’s becoming too much, and yet you refuse to part from his lips, knowing that it would only make room for the emptiness again.

A soft sigh escapes your lips, eyelashes fluttering as you slowly open your eyes and gaze at him, his tender gaze already fixed on you.

“I smell food,” he murmurs against your lips, pecking your nose afterward, “waffles?”

Humming, you bury your face in his chest, allowing his warmth to envelop you, “you probably haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

His hand rubs circles on your back as he chuckles. You really don’t want to let go of him, but the food’s growing cold. So, against your will, you squirm away from his grasp and start dragging him by his hand.

The kitchen is just a few steps away, a small white table sitting in the center with a fake succulent on it, and two plates full of freshly cooked food. It took you a quick trip to the grocery store since there only seemed to be pizza leftovers in the fridge (quite unusual of him, you’re actually planning on asking him about it later).

“What do you think?”

His eyebrows raise slightly and his mouth parts in quiet awe, his purple irises shining with hues of amber thanks to the sunlight filtering through the window. Those same eyes suddenly switch from the food to your face, and your knees falter, there’s a glee in them that you haven’t seen in a long time, and it fills your insides with butterflies until they threaten to spill out of your mouth.

“I fucking love you. You know that, right?” he says after cupping your face in his hands, his gaze unwavering and refusing to look away from you.

The laugh that bubbles in your chest only makes his grin widen, raw adoration and happiness emanating from the both of you. You leave a light peck of affection on his jaw and then push him toward his seat.

“You’re gonna love me even more once you taste it.”

“Impossible.”

The dumb smile refuses to leave your lips, your cheeks hurting and muscles cramping, but that’s Suguru’s effect on you: his mere presence is enough to make you smile in a love struck daze.

He groans after taking the first bite, “this,” he says after swallowing, pointing at the half-eaten waffle with his fork, “tastes heavenly. I missed your cooking so much, baby.”

Taking the compliment with a bashful smile, you choose to focus on your food and begin to eat as well. 

“I noticed you’re walking to work now. Did something happen to your car?” you ask trying to start some small talk and at the same time, it was one of the many questions you have sitting at the back of your mind.

“I'm trying this new thing called being eco-friendly.”

A loud gasp leaves your throat, “You’re such a hypocrite! If you cared about that, you wouldn’t ask for straws at restaurants!”

“Hey,” he points a finger at you, “that’s for the turtles, not the planet.”

“Huh? Even worse?!”

The amusement in his features only enhances his attractive looks, even if it’s so early in the morning and right after having a night shift, he always manages to remind you what a handsome man he is. You huff and pout involuntarily, it truly isn’t fair.

“Relax, I use the metal straws you gave me,” he reaches out across the table to pinch your cheek, “I'm not that evil.”

Still with a slight pout on your lips, you stand up and go to the fridge in order to fill your drinks. 

“Could you pass me a Red Bull?” he calls from behind you, and you frown.

“Suguru, it’s seven in the morning.”

He hums, “Yeah, and I don’t want to fall asleep during my 9 am lecture.”

“Then drink cold water,” you offer, closing the door of the fridge after fetching the jar of juice for you and filling his glass with water, “you’ll get an arrhythmia one of these days.”

You see him sigh once he sees you return with no sight of a Red Bull in your hands, but you aren’t backing down. With a pointed look, you silently stand your ground until he seems to give up.

“Fine, no energy drinks.” 

You nod, relieved that he’s finally listening to you. God, when did he become that stubborn? 

He takes a sip of his water, a tiny smirk stretching his lips around the rim of the glass as he stares at you, “I’ll just buy a coffee on my way to class, then.”

“Suguru!”

“What?”

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Watching Suguru sleep has always comforted you. A dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you observe the way his dark eyelashes rest above his cheekbones, hiding those beautiful eyes you fell in love with just a few years ago.

It hasn’t been long since you woke up, the room dark and barely illuminated by the setting sun. The shadows of the trees dance all over the walls as they sway thanks to the wind, a low whistle coming from the windows as the wind picks on its strength and clashes against the glass.

You don’t think it can get any more peaceful than that.

In a matter of minutes, the sky begins to turn darker, which means he has to be up soon so he can make it to work on time. Moving closer to his side, you peck his cheek and whisper a soft ‘hi’ once you feel his arm drape over your waist.

“Hello, pretty girl,” his voice is hoarse and heavy with sleep, a lazy smirk gracing his lips. That is until he notices the pendant hanging from your neck, “where did you find that?” 

Your hand automatically wraps around it, smiling to yourself as you look down to examine it, “Oh! It was in your drawer. So weird because I thought I had it with me.”

“You must’ve left it.”

His tone turns dry, which makes you look up from your chest and notice the distant look in his eyes, immediately confusing you. Weird, he seemed fine just seconds ago?

“Do you remember when you gave it to me?” you shuffle closer, wanting to keep at bay whatever thoughts he’s having since it’s clear they aren’t pleasant, “honestly, I still had my doubts about you… back then, I mean.”

“Why?” His lips turn into the cutest pout you’ve ever seen, and it almost makes you lose your train of thought.

How is he so cute? You think to yourself. Even after three years since you met, all it takes is a smile from him, and you’re putty in his hands.

“I never thought you’d like me back, and I was waiting for someone to tell me it was a bet or a dream.”

And it had truly felt like one. As silly as it sounded, it all seemed too good to be true, which meant you were bound to have your doubts. The good morning texts, walking to class together, and spending hours in his dorm studying for your exams; Suguru behaved like a true gentleman, through and through.

Falling in love with him has to be the easiest thing you've ever done. He captured your heart in a matter of weeks, and a year later, on your first anniversary, clasped a necklace around your neck—giving you a piece of him to carry with you.

He caresses your cheek lovingly, bringing you back from the lovely memories before speaking, “I know I was a broke college student, but I wasn't that broke to make our relationship a bet.”

You quickly stand up to pick up a pillow and throw it at him, laughing as he scrunches up his face before he receives the hit. 

“Asshole.”

Suguru laughs and watches you walk away once he removes the pillow from his head, answering back with that sweet voice of his, “sweetheart.”

“We should do something special,” you say as you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him, the last rays of sun hitting your body and casting an ethereal glow around you, “our anniversary is coming up.”

He seems to be in a daze for a second, his stare fixed on you and an emotion you had yet to see from him brimming from his eyes.

“Yeah, we should.”

“Alright,” Suguru looks so funny with his hands on his hips while standing in the middle of the empty street, “as much as I love coming home to you waiting for me, you need to get some sleep.”

You dismiss his comment with a wave of your hand, focusing instead on the hues of blue shining behind him.

“Whatever.”

Less than two minutes later, he’s finally in your arms, his embrace tight as he rocks your bodies softly to the tune of your morning playlist.

“If I'm asleep, I can't give you your good morning kiss, y’know?”

He’s getting tired of your excuses, and it’s so easy to tell by the way he no longer fights you. However, that doesn't stop him from punishing you for it. 

Your vision turns upside down as he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to bed, blatantly ignoring your complaints.

“I think it’s time I tell you the story of a woman that refused to sleep at night,” he settles you under the covers, his arm resting under your neck while the other pinches your cheek, “so the devil himself came to visit her.”

“Suguru…” you trail off, a sense of dread quickly creeping over you, “don’t.”

Ignoring you, he continues, “she liked to sit by the window–”

“Noooo, stop! I'll sleep, I promise!”

“Don’t be rude and stop interrupting me,” he squishes your cheeks together and stares at you with fake anger, “also, I don't believe you anymore.”

There's nothing else for you to do but pout, knowing he's going to use your fear of ghosts to his advantage.

“As I was saying, she sat by the window until one night a group of people stopped by. They gave her a box and told her to keep it, and that they’d come back for it the next day.”

By now, you have your face tucked against his arm, hiding half of it, while the blanket covers your ears.

“However, in the morning, she opened the box and found a dead cat,” he doesn’t even need a dramatic pause to have you gasping in surprise, a cold chill running all over your body, “a priest told her that the dead were trying to curse her since she was disrupting their time to roam the living world, so he advised her to get a living cat in the box and return it.”

Where does Suguru get all his crazy stories? You have no idea. But this one took the ball out of the park.

His face is still serious as he finishes the story, “they showed up that night, three in the morning sharp, and asked for the box. She returned it with the cat inside, and luckily they left her alone.” his tone quickly switches to a chirpy one and smiles, “that’s why you should sleep at night!”

“Suguru, you’re so mean,” you whine, “what if they show up? You know I like staying up at night!

“Not my problem.”

A slap to his shoulder with your hand comes as an immediate response.

“Ow! Who’s being mean now?” he rubs the spot you hit, but he’s so close to losing it, his eyes crinkling as he tries not to laugh.

“You asked for it,” you reply in a low mumble, and he finally gives in to the hilariousness of the situation.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s sleep,” he sees your cheeks squished against the pillow and pinches them, cooing at you at the same time, “so cute.”

Like a spell, you feel your eyelids become heavy, and you find yourself wrapped in his arms, his scent lulling you to a state of calmness.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

—

Suguru's hoodie sits on the bed as he gets ready for another shift. You’ve been watching him get ready for the past ten minutes, and you don't think you'll ever get tired of it.

“How’s 'toru?” you ask, not remembering when was the last time you saw your boyfriend’s best friend. Just like him, he also worked the night shifts at the bar while balancing his last year in grad school, “I don’t think I've seen him around.”

Satoru practically lived in your apartment, loving how you always spoil him and side with him. To this day, Suguru says he regrets introducing him to you.

He leans down to your level and whispers, “you know how he gets during finals,” his fingers grasp a few strands of your hair to play with and doesn't say anything else.

“Well, tell him to come visit, so he can rest a bit. Also, he promised to watch a romcom every Saturday with me.”

This finally gets his attention, his eyebrows raising in interest, “why can’t you watch it with me?”

“You said you didn’t want to,” you shrug, “too cheesy for your liking or some shit like that.”

Suguru stands up to his full height again and grabs his hoodie, almost ready to go to the bar, “I'll bring popcorn when I get back, how’s that sound?”

You follow him to the door, watching as he slips his shoes on before turning around to face you, “are you sure? I know it's not the kind of genre you usually like to watch.” 

“I won't let a movie stop me from spending time with my girlfriend,” he smiles and kisses your lips with a long and noisy peck that makes your heart happy, “and we are playing Mario Kart after.”

“But I suck at Mario Kart!” 

“Exactly.”

—

It’s almost time for Suguru to come home and since the last few days have felt like the honeymoon phase when you moved in together, you decide you should spoil him with warm tea and a few of his favorite pastries. 

As you make sure to turn off the stove and place the kettle safely on top of it, you hear the familiar jiggle of keys at the door. He steps in with his shoulders slumped and his eyes red, a very unusual sight that, truthfully, scares you a bit.

You walk up to him with the intent of helping him get rid of his clothes, to comfort him, but a particular smell catches your attention.

“You smoked,” it wasn’t a question.

He grimaces in return, “I'll go brush my teeth.”

You follow him to the bathroom, observing him splash water on his face before picking up his toothbrush.

“Rough night?”

He looks at you through the mirror and stares at your reflection for what feels like an eternity, but then he just shrugs, places his toothbrush back next to yours, and exits the bathroom.

“You could say so.”

“Can you believe you’re almost done with your master's? You're graduating this semester, right?”

As soon as you see him nod, you beam and clap your hands together.

“We should celebrate! Is the bottle of white wine still in the fridge?” but with a shake of his head, you have your answer, “then let’s go to the store, my treat! I'll get you your favorite beers too.”

“Isn’t it too early?” he takes a look at his watch and indeed it is early, barely past seven in the morning, “and I don't drink.”

Your smile falters a bit, confused at his last statement, “since when?”

“A few months ago,” he kisses the top of your head before pouring the boiling water in a cup.

You drop the subject and choose to focus on something else, excited to see his new future approaching, “what's the plan, then? Moving to a bigger place?”

His smile turns into a sad one and shakes his head, “I want us to stay here.”

It feels like someone just threw a bucket of cold water at you, your senses sharper than ever and your mind free of the fog that clouded it. It's unsettling how it's all laced with a hint of dread, no longer being able to smile until you make sure he faces your reality.

“You can’t.”

The answer is immediate, his body turning rigid and the defensiveness radiating off of him almost palpable.

“Why not?” he retaliates, his tone harsh and cold, “we’ve been living here since we graduated, you like this place.”

So that was the reason? A fond smile settles on your lips, and a bittersweet feeling takes over you. Pushing his cup aside, you move closer to him, your hands cupping his cheeks and making him look at you.

Like a switch, Suguru’s eyes fill with tears, glistening like the prettiest amethyst, even though the sight breaks your heart. You have never seen him so broken, your own heart aching at the sight of your boyfriend on the verge of breaking down in your arms. 

But you can’t drag this on and keep fooling yourselves.

“It's time to let go, Suguru.”

End of part one.

[momoksha]

may sky~☁️💫✨(x)

[pinkasher]

HELP WHY DONI IMAGE THIS SO WELL

me fr:

GASP

MORE NERVOUS GASP

A MORE MORE MORE MORE NERVOUS AND ANXIOUS GASP

The i would scream: IM SRRYYYYY

Hiya!! (BOOPS)

YEEEEOIUUCHH

[ejudollz]

Switch!Nicholas agenda

I see him as a huge dom top but i think sometimes he enjoys being a bratty bottom

-☁️

u don't even understand the way i feel about sub/switch nicho like... to me he is suchhh a switch like it's the only way i'll accept nicho discourse!! no but he 100% enjoys being your sub at times. he thinks it's amusing watching you tease and touch him and he'd be really cocky about it. he's super bratty because he loves pushing your buttons and messing with you. he wants to make you be rough with him and he wants to be put in his place, he absolutely craves it actually. he's so so bratty, even just moving out of your grasp and little things like that because he wants to irritate you, he thinks it's so hot when you get a little upset with him. he wants to be kicked off his high horse so bad, he knows you can do it, he knows you have it in you and he's gonna push all the buttons to get you there! he wants to be edged until he can't take it, he wants you to push him around and make him do exactly what you say, he wants it all, he can take it, be super mean even!!

[minty-bubblegum]

I'm here to request!

I would love to see you write Lilia with a clingy S/O (I'm such a simp for Lilia help) Feel free to delete if you won't write this👍

Make sure to drink lots of water and have a splendid day!

(P.S: This is my first time requesting so please forgive me if this makes 0 sense)

LILIA V. WITH A CLINGY READER!

You either proudly admit it or you deny the fact that you, are extremely clingy. And that your primary victim is your beloved, Lilia.

"Keehee, my love, you don't have to walk me to class today. You're going to be late to your own, if you don't let go of me~," Lilia would tease you, kissing your cheek as he pries you off him like prying a tiny bat off your arm.

"Hm, but Lils... I'm going to miss you terribly, so I've got to spend as much time as possible with you before I'm separated from you! I'm only going to get a little scolding, it doesn't matter if my time is spent with you, my little munchkins!" You smile lovingly as you pinch Lilia's cheeks, making the petite man chuckle more.

"Aww, my darling. You're adorable. But, my dear, I'm afraid that we should really head off to our classes. We'll cuddle when it's all over with, alright?" The fae booped your nose, slowly moving his hand away from yours as he walked inside the classroom. "The sun and moon combined would never have as much brightness and beauty as your smile, my little bat~."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS LITERALLY ROTTED AWAY FOR THREE MONTHS?? I HAD REALLY BAD WRITER'S BLOCK AND WAS VERY BURNT OUT BUT I RANDOMLY REMEMBERED IT AND WAS ABLE TO FINISH IT LIKE BOOM?? LMAO ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <33 ALSO FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING SERIOUS HOPE IT'S NOT TOO BAD

[pinkasher]

Thank u mimi for tagging me!!!

Age: I won say but I’m a minor

Height: 4’7

Grade: nope

confidence: it’s like 5/10 but then also 8/10

Happiness: 8/10 or higher

gender: im female but i go by any pronouns cause i get called a boy a lot

Sexuality:aroace, pansexual, and bisexual

romantic: most likely aromatic

Favorite food: ICE CREAMMMM🍦

Favorite show: I have some but I can’t choose😅

Favorite song: I like all kinds!

Favorite artist: no one because I like all kinds

relationship status: I’m single⭐️

Favorite color: I like every color!!!🌈

Favorite season:ngl summer and winter❄️☀️

followers: 18! AND I APPRECIATE AND LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH!!!💕💞💓

@prismdrive, @allyheart707!!!

End of year stats!

Age: won’t say but minor

Height: 5’5

Grade: won’t say

Confidence: 7/10

Happiness: 5/10

Gender: gender fluid

Sexuality: asexual

Romantic: aroflux

Fav food: probably ramen?

Fav show: b99

Fav movie: not any

Fav song: too many to pick!!!

Fav artist: wallows or dayglow

Relationship status: single

Fav colour: green

Fav season: winter

Followers: 358 (as of Dec 29 at 2 am)

[pinkasher]

Hey @hitokshellart!!! Took me a few weeks but I got it done!! I really enjoyed doing this!! Also IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW CHAPTER!!❤️

[imasillygooose]

should I watch Scream (1996)? it sounds interesting!!

YESS it's so peak ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[androgynouscloudheart]

Here's some fanart I made for my au also a mini introduction to Marinette at the start of the au

This is Marinette. She made her clothes herself and is very proud of them. However she will never let anyone know she made her clothes and will never brag about the fact that she made them. Because that is selfish and rude. She is quiet in class and has good grades though not good enough to be top of her class. She has three friends and is very protective over them and a little sister Bridgette who she is also very protective over. Overall she is very happy loving a quiet safe life. Sure she doesn't stand out or anything but that just means she won't get bullied as much. Everything's okay.

[sundewhasaudhd]

what if i randomly send pics of your fav characters what then

AMALSPWIWBDBDJD HIM :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[busycloudy]

Cozy Winters

I didn't know what to title this lol. It's just a little drabble for Lilia cuz I love this silly dude sm</3 have a happy holidays y'all (although this isn't Christmas themed lol)

Majority of this could be read as platonic I think except the last part since it includes cuddling sorta:3

You poured yourself a cup of coffee, your eyes relaxing to the steam's warmth as it flowed upward, the winter coldness around you engulfing you even with the soft blanket hanging on your shoulders.

You opened the curtains above the countertop to see the outside, sipping on your cup of coffee as Lilia and Malleus were having a snowball fight against Silver and Sebek(Sebek wanted to be on Malleus' team, but it was suggested otherwise for this round)

Lilia noticed you looking through the window and waved, then getting hit by a snowball by Silver, to which he threw a snowball right back. It made you laugh seeing the four of them all hang out like this. As cold as it was, you may as well join them.

You put your beanie on and opened the door, your face immediately feeling colder. You could see your icy breath as you formed a snowball, ready to hit someone with it, until you felt something smack against the back of your own head. "Hey!!" You turned around to a grinning Lilia. You threw your snowball right to his face, or, well tried, it ended up just knocking his stupid hat off.

He just chuckles and started to form another snowball, so while he was at that you was gonna go ahead and team up with little Sebek and Silver.

You formed a snowy wall with Sebek and Silver and had a pile of snowballs ready to go. Silver giggled as he hit Lilia's face with a snowball, Sebek's jaw slightly dropping in some sadness when he hit Malleus' face, but also proud of himself for doing so. After a bit it became a bit too cold and faces were red so everyone decided to go inside

You and Lilia fixed some hot chocolate for everyone, of course you made sure he didn't add anything extra for whatever reason. His head resting on your shoulder as he stirred the warm milk and cocoa powder.

When you finished making yours and the little ones hot chocolate you lit the fireplace, the fire warming up everyone as they sat in front of it.Sebek and Silver gave a thanks and finished their hot drink in seconds.

You took a seat at the wooden table and had a conversation with Lilia and Malleus, slowly drinking your hot chocolate and letting the taste sit. The dim lighting made this a lot more calmer.

Of course, everything comes to an end. Malleus had left and the little ones were fast asleep. You were laying down with Lilia, a soft blanket on top of the two of you. It was quite chilly, even now, so you wrapped your arms around Lilia and the two of you fell fast asleep.

Author notes: I have no idea about the twst timelines. I just assumed Silver was 10 in like 2014 so yah js correct me on this if im wrong lol!!!!

I'm pretty sure Lilia's cottage is based on the fairy cottage from sleeping beauty, so for interior i went based off that!!!(Although interior isn't much mentioned)

[tf2-retail-au]

WE FORGOT ABOUT THE FUCKING BEES -☁️

[pinkasher]

HELP

Close ups:

May I be thrown into the sky :D

I wanna touch the sky✨

now we’re gunna have 2 figure out how 2 get u down …,,