#drew this as a gift and really happy with how it turned out!

[stormflute]

Lego Monkie Kid: Breath of the Wild

[0rchidm4ntis]

Happy birthday Silver!! 💐

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

birthday proposal | s.r. x fem!reader 2.3K

“okay, you ready to surprise daddy?” whispering to your little girl outside your bedroom door as you held onto a tray filled with breakfast food.

little annabeth’s hair was a bed head mess of curls as she nodded excitedly. her unicorn pajamas were a bit messed up, one pant leg tugged to her knee and her shirt had a syrup stain from helping in the kitchen, but you didn’t mind.

“be careful when you climb into bed, we don’t want to hurt him,” remaining the little one before pushing the silver door handle down and swinging it open.

annabeth rushed inside and climbed into the bed using the stepstool at the foot, her body slightly wobbling as the mattress sank under her feet before dropping to her knees and falling into spencer’s side.

he was facing your side of the bed, one arm stretched outward to your empty space then curling into your daughter’s small body. spencer inhaled deeply and groaned before slowly blinking his eyes open, lashes sticking together for a moment. his lips turned into a smile at the sight of annabeth staring into his eyes.

“good morning, bethie.” his voice thick from sleep as he shifted to lay on his back and pull annabeth onto his chest. he pecked many kisses upon her chubby cheeks and she high pitched giggled at the attack.

the snap of your phone drew spencer’s attention, “hi sweetheart.” staring at you lovingly while rubbing bethie’s back. you made quick work to change the new photo as your lock screen wallpaper then focused your attention back to your homemade breakfast.

“happy birthday, doctor spencer reid. whipped up some french toast and chocolate waffles paired with your sugar filled coffee. and our little bethie here suggested a lovely chocolate donut to celebrate. welcome to twenty-six, handsome.”

carefully you leaned in to kiss his forehead but spencer moved his head and managed to catch your lips onto his. you smiled into the kiss causing it to be more teeth and giggles then lips and tongue.

“me! me!” annabeth’s hands touched your face and you pulled away to see her staring at you, a small pout on her tiny face. “you want a kissy as well?” she nodded.

you swooped her up, pressing her to your chest and kissing her cheeks like spencer did earlier. “oh my sweet girl. wanna give daddy your present?” whispering in her ear. she got jumpy so you set her down and she dashed into the hall.

“she’s really proud of the gift,” telling spencer as you sat down with the tray balanced over your lap. spencer shuffled slowly into a sitting position, sliding his glasses along his nose as he leaned against the headboard. his baggy sleep shirt sliding off one shoulder.

you pressed a quick kiss to the freckled skin, “what would you like to do today?” running your fingers along the side of his head, smoothing some of the lumps in his hair.

before spencer could answer, your daughter came rushing back into the room holding a sage green gift bag. instead of heading for the steps she held her arms out for spencer to lean over and pick her up. “oh you’re getting so big already. i’m gonna put you in carbonite soon.” setting her on his lap with her back leaning on him.

“your silly, daddy.” giggling as she started to pull a little flip book. “i made this during craft time.”

spencer’s head looked over her small shoulders and you watched the two as you took a bite of french toast, damn you were good.

“it’s about how you’re the worlds bestest and smartest daddy in the world. you get the bad people to save the good people.” showing stick figure drawings of people, annabeth pointing out members of the team and then showing two others that were holding hands with a red heart between their heads.

“that’s you and mommy.” turning her head to look at spencer, waiting for a reaction. spencer’s hand stopped rubbing her stomach and his face was still, annabeth’s expression wobbled.

“do- do you like it, daddy?” you could see her eyes getting wet and you were bracing for a tantrum. then you looked at spencer and saw his eyes were teary, he took a deep swallow causing his adam’s apple to bop.

“i- i love it, honey. it’s the best gift ever.” kissing the crown of her head, matching brown locks. she perked up at the positive answer then grabbed for the bag again, “oh! one- one more. from me and mommy.”

it was a small jewelry box, big in the hands of the four year old. spencer’s slim fingers took the white box and slowly opened the top, a silver heart pendant was sitting on the satin cushion.

“open it,” speaking softly while spencer let his index finger trail over the cool metal. his looked at you and you jerked your chin forward, he let his nail find the seam and easily opened the heart. inside was a photo of you and annabeth, faces squished together both wearing dazzling smiles.

“so we’ll be with you no matter what. and look,” pulling spencer’s attention to your neck. a matching necklace resting on your deglución, you popped it open to show him a picture with him and your daughter. both of them laying in bed with her head on his chest as spencer read her a book.

“oh my best girls,” spencer cooed.

you waved him off, only cause your throat was getting tight and you didn’t want there to be waterworks before the cold breakfast was gone. “okay, why don’t you eat while annabeth and i get things ready. i kinda already planned something, but it’s all for you.” taking your daughter and leaving spencer with a kiss.

with it being october and three days from halloween, you tried to think of two activities spencer enjoys the most. foreign films and just halloween in general, so you managed to snag tickets for a screening of nosferatu in its original german language. annabeth is good with spooky media, but you’ll still cover her eyes when it gets too intense.

having styled your hair and applied your everyday makeup, you dressed in a black button up mini dress with a white long sleeve under and black sheer thermal thighs on your legs. adding white leg warmers you wore a pair of mary jane’s on your feet, a burgundy cardigan for extra warmth. pairing accessories of scattered rings, a bracelet spencer bought for your first anniversary, your heart necklace with ghost shaped earrings, and a cherry red coach bag you gifted yourself after graduating college.

annabeth picked out bits of her outfit and you did the rest. she wanted to wear her denim overalls so you pulled a black and orange striped long sleeve to wear underneath. she picked a pair of black converse and you knew spencer was gonna grab his own pair today, you made sure to bring a thick jacket for when the wind starts to pick up. you added small barrettes to pin some of her hair back for the finishing touch.

“you are so beautiful! just like mommy.”

you looked up to see spencer dressed and holding the empty breakfast tray. loose denim jeans hit his black converse, he wore a simple black t-shirt under a brown fuzzy zip up cardigan. his hair was a bit more styled but still held that shaggy appearance and he kept his glasses instead of switching to his contacts.

“oh you are just so handsome!” greeting him halfway, hands falling to his belt loops. “i could just eat you up,” only giving him a quick cheek kiss. needing to restrain yourself with your daughter around.

“are we all already for our big day?” mostly talking to your daughter as you buttoned up her jacket, giving a small tug to make sure it was secure.

she smiled widely, “yeah! movie day!” throwing her arms in the air. you copied her enthusiasm, “spooky movie!”

spencer bent behind your daughter and wrapped his long arms around her body, twisting her around so she can hold onto his neck and he can hold under her bottom. “will you be okay watching something scary? we don’t want you getting bad dreams.” hiking her up a little higher. her little legs swung, “you’ll chase them away for me.” tucking her head into his neck after her reply.

spencer sweetly pressed a kiss to her temple as he rubbed her back, “you’ll always be safe with me.”

“alright my pretties, off we go!” ushering your trio out into the world and towards the subway station. annabeth was used to the noise and fast pace of the crowded station, the train cars swaying kept her in a comfortable nap for the twenty minute ride to your destination.

“do you have any place in mind for dinner? i could always make something but i baked a cake and that breakfast took all my good mojo from me.” chatting beside spencer as the three of you stood outside the old theater, a long line of people holding their tickets out.

annabeth was still snuggled into spencer and you had your arms threaded through his elbow as you rested on his bicep. “why don’t we go to that one diner? there’s that older waitress that loves bethie, we haven’t seen her in a while.”

you smiled, “sounds like a plan.”

when the movie was playing spencer mostly translated for annabeth and you mostly just watched him, not caring about the black and white vampire movie. your boyfriend and daughter were the best people in your world, you could watch them for hours and never grow tired of their similar personalities.

she was still young, but you could tell her brain was slowly developing into one like spencer’s. her preschool teachers say she’s different to the other kids. and you take pride in that, not the concerned way most people expect.

walking down the street, both of you on each side of your little girl, her smaller hands in your larger hands annabeth was talking about a friend of hers. spencer stayed engaged, nodding and humming or asking questions about her favorite lunch snack. you only spoke when either talked directly to you, their voices warming your heart.

“ms. sanchez!” annabeth yelled in the mildly busy diner. the older lady turned to the entrance, smiled then walked away from the counter with her arms open. “oh! little annie, it’s been too long.”

spencer helped bring his daughter in the ladies hug, both of them smiled brightly and hugged onto each other familiarly. annabeth pointed at spencer, “it’s my daddy’s birthday!” she’s been telling many people that today, spencer’s been rosy cheeked from all the attention.

ms. sanchez gasped, “well happy birthday, mr. reid. let’s get the three of you a booth in the back.” little annabeth squealed in joy at the mention of a booth.

you got a sandwich, spencer a salad, and annabeth a child’s burger meal. you kept sneaking fries from her plate, you know she wouldn’t finish them anyway. ms. sanchez came back to your booth with a chocolate brownie topped with vanilla ice cream when coming to pick up your plates.

“dinner is on me,” the older lady insisted when spencer kept reassuring her that it wasn't needed. “for my best customers,” she said when carrying away her dish bin.

“give this to ms. sanchez. and flash your eyes, don't take no for an answer,” pulling a hundred dollar bill from your wallet and rolling it into annabeth’s baby fist. she scurried towards the bar top and called out her name, she tried placing the bill in her apron, but she was a bit too short.

you saw ms. sanchez’s reaction and how she tried pushing her away but then she took a deep sigh, stuffed the bill away and bent down to hug your daughter.

“ms. sanchez said she’s angry with both of you,” annabeth pouted as spencer carried her back to the train station. you both chuckled, “she meant it teasingly, honey. if she didn’t sound upset it was a joke.” spencer reassured her.

the sun had set and the temperature dropped with it, spencer held annabeth close. he kept a hand pressed to her neck so she slept soundly for the trek home, you pressed a kiss to her head when at a crosswalk.

“did you enjoy your birthday?” looking over to spencer as you both waited for your train to pull in. he kept a slight bounce to his hold, “best birthday ever.” he confirmed and smiled dreamily at you.

“i got a surprise for you at home,” making quick mention of it a block from the apartment. you furrowed your brows at that, “surprise? why do i get one and how’d you manage one when you’ve been gone all day?” taking the cobble steps slowly to not shake them.

“i’ve had it hidden away for a while, now felt like the right time.” staying mysterious as spencer walked down the hall to annabeth’s bedroom first and then you heard him walking around before coming back to the living room where you sat waiting on the worn suede couch.

spencer kept his hands behind his back, “whatcha hiding, mister?” stretching out an arm to grasp onto the hem of his shirt and tug him closer. you looked up at him, big open eyes watching as he licked his lips. you kissed his clothed abdomen, “you okay?” concerned at his quiet nature.

he moved his arms in front of him and held a black velvet jewelry box, your eyes watching as he snapped it open to reveal a pastel pink gemstone sitting on a silver band. you couldn’t help your gasp.

“will you marry me?” voice meek and uncertain. spencer was nervous, and you were too quiet.

you stood from the couch and cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer until you were a breath away to answer, “always.”

[petalsonmoon]

you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon.

"it's ridiculous." then he leaned his body foward, his fingers meeting his toes. an elongation you would take embarrasingly months to be able to do that flawlessly.

"and really fucking stupid" he proceeds his thoughts.

"oh please, do go on." you look down to your notes and continue to write your ridiculous ideas.

the sun was far too bright and where its glow met the leaves of the large number of trees around you they were gleaming, like they were immensely happy.

"i hope your little notebook accidently burns to ashes."

"kind of you to say accidently."

"yeah no problem at all"

you glance up to find that he has his knee bended to his chest and quickly look back to the pen in your hand. quite misteriously your hands are stained from it.

"you making the walking sleeping bag one too?" his voice is raspy and angry and very clear. how does he sound so good while doing post training stretching?

perhaps you're looking too much into it. your crush makes you a bit giddy, idiotic in a lot of senses. makes you feel a child just like the word itself is infant. crush.

you sigh heavyly.

"still deciding" you draw a little explosion on the corner of the page.

"might as well do it for class b too."

"if i got a penny for every dramatic sentence that came out of your mouth-"

he had his back to you but he insisted on turning his head to you to send you the most chilling glare for exactly 3 seconds. that's his stupidity. his eyes were already too pretty in your eyes for you to feel an ounce of that anger.

"-only today i'd have like," you scrunch your nose "the amount of money equivalent to the ferocity of all might's powers."

he doesn't bother to look at you again and you smile.

"would you look at that. i should look for the person with this quirk."

he growls. loud. and you're smile is genuine.

he sits up straight, his back to you and starts leisurely move his neck. that's the sign he's almost done.

"putting too much money for those idiots.”

"it's not that much" you reason. "don't feel that way for too long, you're getting one too."

with that, it's over.

he turns to you and when those red eyes meet yours the trees are for sure shinning somewhat brighter.

the response for your affirmation it's a furrow between his eyebrows. his skin glowing a bit but that's not your absurd heart speaking, it's just his sweat.

"uhum" now you're messing with the grass. it estabilizes you. "yours is actually the only one that i drew and painted myself. the other ones i made with suna from the support course"

an ant crawled into your point finger.

"but don't tell them that." you whisper.

the ant made it to your pulse when you feel a literal body falling on top of you.

"you motherfucker! you are drenched-"

"that shitty little brain of yours-" his face on your neck. his words and breathing warming your whole body. you are exploding on the inside. how ironic.

"-and your stupid handmade keychains for the whole class" and then he lighly bites where your neck meets your shoulder.

his hands trails your arms, his fingers are burning pathways in your skin until they meet your hands and they interlock with your fingers. then he finally lifts his head and looks at you and what you're feeling is something words can't understand.

"i was gonna wait until graduation."

"tomorrow, you mean."

he bites your chin and you're so fucking certain you'll melt any second now. "because of that fucking tone i'm going to burn all of your little gifts."

you smile at him trying to match his damn audacity. his charm? his mind blowing handsomeness? "i'll murder you."

you blink and feel his breath on your neck again. "do it now, cupcake." then. his maddening warm and soft lips leaves a kiss under your earlobe. you close your eyes. "you have the power to."

"don't wait until tomorrow."

he lifts his head again and there's a smirk with a softness in the corner of it on his face. "or?"

"i might die." you whisper. it is serious to you. you need his lips on yours this very second. with his eyes on yours, telling you every adoration you thought about him for the last couple of months before going to bed, you think might. actually. die.

"who's the dramatic one now, brat?"

[nina-ya]

Happy Birthday - Law Edition

A/N: this is single-handedly the most self indulgent fic Ive done in a while so uh yeah anyways bye Pairing: Law x Reader CW: None WC: 2k

“Happy Birthday!” 

The joyful shout rang through the room, jolting you awake from your mid-day nap. Your eyes fluttered open to the smiling faces of your crewmates who gathered around your figure with infectious grins. 

You blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before you. Streamers in vibrant shades of various colors draped from the ceiling, balloons bobbed merrily in the corners, and confetti showered down on you, all combining to paint the room in a riot of colors.

“What–?” you began, your voice thick with sleep, but your words were swallowed by the laughter and sound of a party horn. The atmosphere was alive and filled with excitement, the joy emanating a celebration that was crafted only with love and care.

Bepo, with his furry face beaming, bounced on his toes, eyes sparkling as he spoke, “We couldn’t wait for you to wake up on your own,” he said, voice filled with eagerness. “We’ve been planning this for weeks!” 

Ikkaku handed you a steaming cup of coffee as she said, with a grin stretching across her face, “We just wanted to make sure you felt celebrated.”

“And it looks like Law is waiting for you with your first gift,” Shachi said, excitement evident in his tone.

The mention of Law piqued your curiosity, and you quickly set down the mug, eyes darting around the room for him. “Law? Where is he?”

Penguin sat on your bed beside you, nudging your leg playfully. “He’s been waiting for you to get ready. He should be somewhere on the deck.”

Surprised flitted across your face, and you scrambled out of bed, dashing to the small bathroom of the Polar Tang to quickly toss yourself together. A few hurried adjustments later, you made your way to the deck, spotting Law standing near the railing. He turned as you approached, a shadow of a smirk playing on his lips as he watched your excited figure approach.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice as steady as ever. “I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I thought it would be best if you picked something out yourself. How about we spend the day shopping?”

You blinked, momentarily taken aback by the idea, “Really? You didn’t have to do that, but I would love to!”

Law nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “I figured it would be more enjoyable if you chose something you really like. Plus, I thought it would be nice to spend some time together.”

With a nod, you fell into a step beside him as you left the Polar Tang, and made your way into the inner city of the island. The marketplace of the island was alive, filled with stalls that offered various trinkets and items. You meandered through the endless rows of vendors, each presenting their products with enthusiasm. Street performers drew crowds to their lively performances, the smell of the street food wafted through the air making you salivate with an eagerness to try everything. As you explored, you found yourself drawn to a smaller shop brimming with trinkets and Law watched as you admired all the handcrafted figurines and jewelry. 

The hours passed, the sun already inching across the sky by the time you both made your way back to the Polar Tang. The day had been nothing short but delightful. You carried a small bag filled with a few selected gifts, all paid for by Law, of course. 

You inched closer to the ship and you noticed the crew’s unusually quiet demeanor. You were curious, but brushed it off as nothing more than fatigue from the day’s tasks. Law walked beside you, his expression unreadable, though there was something in his eyes that suggested he knew something more than he was letting on. 

Upon entering the ship, you were greeted by darkness, and as you descended deeper into it, the lights suddenly flickered on, and a chorus of voices erupted in unison yelling, “Surprise!”

The crew transformed the Polar Tang into a vibrant celebration space, adorned with those same streamers and balloons that you had woken up to, along with a large banner stretching across the ceiling, reading “Happy Birthday!” in bold letters. You spotted a table filled with nothing short of a feast, and music began to play as the festive atmosphere was cranked up to a maximum. 

The party got underway and laughter and conversation filled the air. You were swept up in the festivities, moving on from one group to the next. At one point, you found yourself pulled into a less-than-graceful dance with Bepo. The two of you twirled and spun around the submarine, your laughter ringing out over the music as your fellow crewmates clapped along. It was a moment of pure unfiltered joy.

Everywhere you turned, there were reminders of the thoughtfulness that had gone into the celebration. The party soon moved to the deck of the ship, now laughing and enjoying the festivities under the moonlight.

As the night wore on, you felt a gentle tug on your arm. You turned to find Law standing there, his expression softened by your unbridled happiness. ”Mind if I steal you away for a moment?” he asked, voice raised to carry over the lively chatter. 

You nodded, and Law gently tugged you away from the buzz of the birthday festivities, leading you to a quieter and more secluded corner of the ship. The lanterns that hung off the side of the Polar Tang enveloped the two of you in a warm, ambient light as the laughter and chatter of the party grew distant.

You glanced around, every nerve in your body alight with happiness. “This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had, without a doubt,” you began your voice becoming thick with emotion as you spoke. “I’ve never had anything like this before. It feels… It feels like a dream. I never knew how much I needed this, how much I needed all of this.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions as you continued, “It’s overwhelming. I don’t even know how to put it into words. This whole day, everything… It’s been perfect.” Your voice had cracked slightly, and you wiped at the corners of your eyes, trying to keep those tears at bay. “It’s as if I was drowning, and being with everyone, with you, is just like coming up for a breath of fresh air. I-I don’t even need anything more. This has been just a perfect day.”

Law watched you, a soft, almost wistful smile on your lips. The sight of you so vulnerable and so emotional just pulled on his heartstrings. You were absolutely precious to him and he couldn’t help but want to protect this version of you. To keep you this happy forever. “I wanted to give you something,” he said, his voice quieter as he seemed to dive into something more personal.

You looked up at him, curiosity panging at you alongside the rest of the overwhelming mix of emotions that were about to spill over. “Wait, wait, I thought the shopping spree was your gift to me.” 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t get you a proper gift?” he asked, chuckling.

“I- You… you didn’t have to get me anything,” you whispered, your voice breaking. 

Law reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box wrapped in a red wrapping paper with your name inscribed right in the center. As he handed it to you, your fingers brushed slightly against each other, the contact sending goosebumps up your arms. The sight of the gift caused the tears to start falling, the dam of emotions finally bursting. 

“Hey hey,” he said softly, a chuckle escaping his lips as he watched you with mild concern. “You haven’t even seen the gift yet, and you’re already crying. Am I really that bad at this?”

You laughed through your tears, embarrassment evident in your response. “It’s not you. It’s just… everything. It’s too much”

Law’s grin widened, and he shook his head, urging you to unwrap the gift. “Well, I’m glad I could make you cry, I guess. Here-- open it before you become a total mess.”

You looked down at the box and your tear droplets had stained the wrapping paper a deep maroon. Carefully, you began unwrapping the gift at the seams, revealing a small, black box. You opened the box to reveal a bracelet, its delicate silver chain catching the soft light and shimmering against the velvet interior. 

Law took the bracelet from the box with careful fingers, and you extended your wrist towards him. He gently wrapped the bracelet around your wrist, the cool metal contrasting the warmth of his fingers as he fastened the clasp, the charms tinkling softly as they settled into place. “Everyone got to help pick out some charms,” Law said, holding up your wrist and gently rotating it to show off the bracelet. You looked closely and saw the array of charms, each one a gift from your found family. There was a polar bear, a whale, a penguin - each representing some of the members of the crew - and others that you realized reflected your personal interests.

“These I picked myself,” Law continued, pointing to three charms that lay by each other. He grew a bit shy as he started to explain their significance. “The national flower of the island where I first met you,” he said, pointing at a floral charm. “A firework, for the night at that festival where I took you because you begged for days on end,” he added with a small smile, pointing to the second charm. Finally, he gestured to the last one, a tiny depiction of a moon. “The phase of the moon when we first kissed.”

You looked up at him, sniffling as confusion overtook your teary features. “First kiss? What? I’m confused.”

Law glanced up at the sky, prompting you to follow his gaze. There, hanging in the night sky, was the moon in its waxing gibbous phase, mirroring the smaller charm on your bracelet. The pieces started to click in your head as you looked back at him, realization dawning.

He spoke up, his voice soft yet steady. “Tonight. If you’ll let me.”

You blinked, caught between disbelief and the rising emotions that made your heart race in your chest. The realization of what he meant – what he was offering – washed over you and it was as if the universe had aligned for this one moment. 

His eyes met yours and there was a vulnerability present, the unanswered question hanging between the two of you. You found yourself nodding, and without breaking eye contact, Law took a small step closer, the space narrowing until you could feel the heat radiating off his body and the scent of him overcoming your senses. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing lightly against your tear-dampened skin. 

Law leaned in slowly, giving you time to close the gap if you wished, but you eagerly met him halfway, your lips lightly brushing against his in a gentle touch that sent shivers down your spine.

The kiss was soft at first, a hesitant exploration of each other. But, as you leaned into him, your hand having found its way to the nape of his neck to tangle in his hair, it deepened, the initial hesitancy giving way to something more fervent.

The gift box in his hand dropped to the ground with a thud, and he circled his arm around your waist, pulling you close. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, time standing still, as the kiss unfolded. His lips were soft against yours, moving with a gentle insistence that left you breathless and demanding more, the taste of him intoxicating, making your head spin.

When you finally broke apart, the need for air becoming unignorable, you both lingered for a moment, foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. The night was alive around you, the sounds of the party fading back into awareness, but for that one moment, there was only you two.

“Happy birthday,” he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in another kiss that was more heated than the last. 

This certainly was the best birthday ever. 

[dovesdreaming]

Hi, Dove! Could you, please, write some Todd Anderson fluff? ♥ Maybe something about sunshine!female reader, she's also kinda shy, but not quite like Todd. She's really academically gifted, writes poems, but is unsure of herself. They know each other from school, but have never really spoken before, and then they accidentally run into each other during free period at the woods (where they like to spend some time alone and just read or write) and they bond.

It doesn't have to be about this, just any Todd fluff would be great! There is not enough dps content out here

𖤓She’s like being bathed in sunlight𖤓

I LOVED THIS REQUEST!!!! it was perfect. I loved Todd so much and I find him so relatable. This type of reader is my favourite to write aswell!!! Please send more Dps requests people I love them! Hope you enjoy <3

Note: Thank you so much for 100 followers ♥️😘🥰

Word count: 1k

Warnings: none

Welton had recently allowed girls to attend and your parents being the stuck up people they are, wanted their daughter to attend the best school possible. It hadn’t been so bad, you had made a few friends with the other girls who had started attending and some of the boys who you found the most tolerable. You found making friends hard at the best of times but being somewhere like Welton made it that much harder.

You found your favourite lesson to be English and it wasn’t necessarily because of the subject but more so the teacher. Mr keating managed to make even the most boring parts of the curriculum exciting. Before him you found poetry to be a wasted subject on yourself yet mr keating had turned you into a poet. He brought the writer out of you and showed you just how fun it could be. A subject you used to hate had turned into a hobby of yours, you found yourself writing down poetry and inspiration for poems all the time. Your poems had recently taken a more romantic turn as you had found a muse.

It started when mr keating drew the whole classes attention to a boy who sat in the top corner of the class, usually just out of sight from you, blocked by many students heads. He had encouraged the boy to read aloud a poem from the top of his head. You had never taken note of him before yet him and his poem entranced you. It tugged a core deep inside you that ‘the truth is a blanket that always left your feet cold’. He became the subject from all your poems then on. You always kept your feelings to your self in your notebook, never being sure of yourself enough to ever act on your feelings.

You didn’t know much about him apart from that he hung out with Neil, someone you spoke to occasionally to compare homework answers with. You wrote about how he made you feel. Your favourite spot to write poetry was just on the outskirts of the woods. There was a big willow tree back from the edge of the lake that provided shelter from direct sun yet still allowed it to feel like a summers day. You sat down in your usual spot and let your eyes rest on the moving water to think of your next poem.

Unbeknownst to you todd had knew about you since your first day of attendance. How could he not notice you, you were like a sunray leaving warmth and happiness everywhere you went. He admired you from afar and noticed how many people were attracted to your presence like people wanted to bathe in your light. What really caught his eye though was your smile. He had never seen one as bright and beautiful as yours.

His friends had quickly caught on to his gazing at you and they teased him relentlessly. They made sure to encourage him to speak to you aswell but Todd could never do that. He couldn’t, you were well.. you. You would never go for someone like him. So instead he wrote his feelings into his notebook and carried it everywhere for when inspiration may strike.

His favourite spot to write poetry was down by the lake. There was a tree on the edge of the wood line just set back from the water. He found no one disturbed him there and he could let his mind wander.

Today was like any other Saturday for you. You were heading down to your spot to write some poetry yet when you wandered towards the tree you noticed a figure already sitting in your spot. You froze with slight shock, no one ever came down here. You slowly stepped towards the tree, curious as to who had found your spot. You found no other than your muse. You stepped backwards to try and turn away before he could see you, you weren’t ready to face him yet. However you stepped on a branch which made quite a loud crack for its size. You cursed whoever wasn’t on your side today as you knew todd was now looking at you. You quickly threw on your best smile and reapproached him, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating and how your palms clammed up. He looked like a deer caught in headlights which slightly calmed your nerves, you didn’t want him to feel like that around you. To try and calm both your nerves you tried to break the tension that built by greeting him “I hope I’m not interrupting the sweaty toothed madman’s writing but this is usually where I write as well. Do you mind if I join you?”. You regretted your attempt at humour and cringed internally yet Todd didn’t seem to notice still a bit frozen in place, he just about mustered a nod and with that you tentatively sat down next to him. For awhile you sat together in silence until you turned to him with a rush of adrenaline to try to get to know him. He was hesitant to talk and mumbled and tripped over his words but you were patient and never interrupted him. You listened to everything he had to say and Todd was grateful for it even if he couldn’t say it out loud. You spoke about poems and your favourite poets. You enjoyed his company and he enjoyed yours, he could feel himself relaxing around you something that was rare for him to do at Welton. You parted ways when it grew darker and he found himself craving your presence. You both longed to see each other again yet didn’t know if it would ever occur again, both still too afraid to make the move.

However when the next Saturday rolled around and you approached your spot again to find a figure already there you knew you wouldn’t ever have to worry about missing Todd’s presence again.

Yet as many Saturdays passed and you grew closer, neither of you realised the love you both shared for each other. As you both sat under the tree writing poetry about your muses who were sat right next to each other, you both remained clueless and would do for many more Saturdays until you finally read your poetry aloud to each other and discovered many similarities in the muses of the poems.

Thank you for reading! <3

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Man my friend likes to tease me for liking kdj and she drew kdj being alone on his birthday and he looked so sad 😭😭😭😭😭 it was even worse when i realised his birthday was a day after valentines 😭😭😭 can i request reader celebrating kdj's birthday and making a surprise for him or something, spoiling him?

Yes ofc omg xx

its summer so i should have enough time to get through everyone's req yippee

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Although the apocalypse took a toll on everyone's minds, you never forgot his birthday. How could you? After all, you cared for him so much.

When Kim Dokja first opened up to you, he told you that he never really celebrated his birthday. After all, who would he spend it with? Besides, even if he invited say, colleagues, they would all be busy, after all, it was the day after Valentines Day. Everyone had a lover but him.

It was you who changed his routine, and it was you who allowed him to look forward to tomorrow.

It was supposed to be the first birthday you'd spend together, but then his fantasy came crashing down onto his reality.

He was never the kind of person to hope for something...but maybe...maybe you would remember.

It was fine if you forgot...the apocalypse was more important.

The morning of his birthday, you told him to meet him in an alleyway after dinner for something special. It wasn't really a surprise, but it didn't matter, you remembered. What gift could be better than that?

-

Throughout the day, everyone had wished him happy birthday. Even Yoo Joonghyuk. (Who although actually didn't say it, once he found out it was Dokja's birthday, he acted a little less violent.)

Finally, dinner had been eaten. Everyone was getting ready to take a good nights rest. Kim dokja stood up and walked out.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Han Sooyoung shouted at Kim Dokja. He smiled and turned around. Although she couldn't see his face, due to the fourth wall, it was unmistakable that Dokja was very happy.

"Just somewhere." He smiled, humming to himself as he walked to the alleyway. When he turned the corner, he realized how clean it was.

Flower petals adorned the sides of the alleyway, and hanging lights swayed above him. A small green tent was at the end of the alley, a warm faint glow came within, and Dokja walked closer.

He opened the entrance to the tent, and you looked up at him, smiling with a warmth he would only feel with you.

"You made it." You whispered, beckoning him to sit on the pillow placed on the ground, across from you. Between the both of you was a small square table where a lovely cake sat on top.

"Of course."

"Happy Birthday, Kim Dokja. I hope I get to spend every birthday you have with you."

You place the sparkling candles on the cake, and light them. Gold sparks fly as Kim Dokja closes his eyes, making a wish.

I hope everyone will be happy in the future.

He opened his eyes, watching the sparks slowly calm down.

"I have a birthday gift for you." You reach beside you and hand him a box tied with a ribbon.

He pulled the tail of the bow, undoing the ribbon which kept the box together. The box unfolded, and in it were pictures and memories of the two of you.

"How did you capture this?" He asked, amazed. This was the first time he had received such a thoughtful gift.

"I used an item, Uriel had gifted to me when I prepared your gift."

At the bottom of the box, was a ring. "Think of it as a promise ring. Let's settle down after this apocalypse. I want my memories to be filled with you."

Kim Dokja started to cry, sniffling as he put on the ring. A description of the ring came up.

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-Kim Dokja's Ring-

Rating:SSS

Description

Part of [L. Name] [Name]'s life essence is stored in this ring.

A powerful being's wish is stored in this ring.

Requirements

Must be Kim Dokja

When hit with a fatal blow, Kim Dokja will not die. [Uses, 3]

Stamina +10

Strength +35

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"I...I...You did this just for me?..."

"Kim Dokja. You are not alone. The 'Dok' in Dokja stands for reader. Please, don't throw yourself into situations recklessly. We care for you."

"I'll keep that in mind"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

[wokeupchrisbrezy]

Don't Save me.

Lando Norris

Warnings: Smut and angst (the usual obvi.)

Time and time again, he proved he was a horrible lover. Emotionally, that is. Playing with your feelings was his favorite game. He could be an olympian.

Countless tears spilled and love lost.

He did care but it was just the way your glossy eyes looked up at him that made his stomach swirl with excitement. The crystal clear tears that ran over your blushed cheeks made him proud. His ego stroked that he made you so pretty. So beautiful and grief stricken.

The fact that he can control your emotions gave him a sense of power. It all became too much around six months ago. You spent more time sad and sorry over him than you were happy with him. Your friends made you block him. Made you get rid of his gifts. His pictures, polaroids and digital, all down the drain. You forced yourself not to care. Not even a second glance at his desperate messages. All the missed calls piled up in your inbox as you watched his name pop up on your phone. All that progress took up most of your days. It all officially ended about four months ago. 

You tried to go on dates and find someone to fill that void that he left behind but no one could compare. The amount of times your friends pounded into your head that he wasn’t good enough never worked. The small voice in your head overshadowed the loud ones of your friends. 

Was it surprising that he was in your bed again, hanging onto you like a lifeline, making you feel warm? Definitely not.

Your body rested against the soft plush of your bed, covers engulfing your presence as he did the same. The soft smell of his lingering cologne after a long day filled the soft ambiance. Moonlight spilling from the window in your bedroom. His arms wrapped around your waist as his head found comfort on your chest. His eyes stared into the somewhat dark abyss and his fingers drew soft oblong shapes on your side. The silence was comfortable only because speaking would be the opposite.

The prolonged minutes ticked by, second after second. The feeling of his skin on yours quickly became irritating as your mind left the love filled haze. He felt it too. He made that abundantly clear once he turned over, away from you, with the maximum space your bed allowed. You were thinking with your head for once and not your heart. What the fuck. All the love songs and long lectures from your friends should’ve convinced you not to let this man into your home again. 

But it felt like an obligation.

All the nights you and him spent just laughing and having a good time. Along with the nights filled with screaming matches and lingering anger. Some of that anger was still there. It was left at a simmer but now it was boiling. Your mind was deciding between loving him, physically at least, or making him leave. Was it really love anymore or are you just aching to feel something? You heard the jingle of his keys in his hands and your head snapped towards him.

Is he really leaving now? You haven’t even done anything yet. Asshole.

“What are you doing?” Your voice broke the silence.

“Leaving.” He murmured as if he was scared to break the silence even more.

“Why?”

“Do you want me to stay?” He inquired.

No… maybe… yes.

“Would that change anything?” You asked.

“Maybe we’ll be out of breath later but other than that… not really.” He spoke.

“Then take these with you, I’m not gonna use them.” You threw a box of unopened Trojans at him.

He caught and inspected it. “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re just rolling the dice now. I’ll be disappointed.” He said.

His tone almost made your expression falter. “No… I just don’t need them.”

He stood up and slipped his shoes on. His keys slipped into his back pocket before he adjusted his belt. His expression was dull. Almost lifeless. “Hey…” He whispered with an exhale of a breath. “Be careful and take care of yourself, alright?”

You’d probably get permanent wrinkles with how hard your furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, I just–,” He let out a sigh. “Forget it.”

You watched as he neared your bedroom door. His shoes scraped against the wood flooring that wasn’t covered in a rug. His eyes lingered on your expression, the same expression he  relished in previously but this time it did nothing. Not an ounce of pride that once filled him when you were hurt. He just looked shallow.

You stood from your bed. “What is up with you?” You sneered. The tone was harsh but you didn’t regret it this time. “Seriously, you’re acting like a weirdo.”

His expression grew annoyed, a small flourish of your heart with it. “What are you talking about?”

“Nothing, forget it.” You mocked his previous remark.

Minutes ticked by faster now. More insults and innuendos were flying through the air. Lord knows your neighbors would be pissed the next morning with the amount the yelling had grown. The thought of leaving left both of your minds for the time being.

You wound up in your bed again under different circumstances. The so-called ‘right’ circumstances. Clothes were at the foot of your bed along with his shoes and keys.

“You just had to open your mouth, huh?” He sneered as he pulled your hips up, forcing your back into a deep arch that felt so good with an ounce of discomfort. He pulled a condom from the box you threw at him early. “Looks like you’re gonna be using them after all.”

“Shut up already.” You said. All quippy remarks left your mind for the time being. The cool night air caused goosebumps on your flushed skin. 

You heard the wrapper tear open and the sound of rubber sliding against his skin. The texture against the curve of your ass as you felt his hands pushing and pulling the fat of it. “Taking your sweet time, aren’t ya?” 

“Let me enjoy this without your annoying voice.’’ He shot back before slipping inside your core, a soft groan left his lips as he savored you like his last fulfilling meal. A muted breath was pushed into the covers as his hand tipped your head down. He gained the will to move ever so slightly. So slow and tantalizing.

You managed to tilt your head to the side so you could breathe and demand. “Oh my god, move already.” You hissed. You caught a glimpse of his hardened expression before your eyes closed from the harsh push of his hips, finally giving you the feeling you’ve ached for months. Sure, you’ve been in this position before, quite literally, but that was with an irrelevant man who managed to get to the finish line after minutes of short strokes with the aid of your own hand.

His tempo became consistent as his hands grabbed at the squish of your hips and ass, the skin on skin contact harmonizing with the soft thump of your headboard against the wall. His quivering breaths revealed that he was feeling the same.

“Fuck…” He drawled out, his fingers gripped your hips. “That’s it.” He murmured as his chest laid on your back. His ears filled with your moans like Beethoven’s classical music. 

You were in a daze before you felt the loss of connection. He manhandled you to straddle his lap. Your centers connected again. He wanted to see your faces, maybe your tits too. “Come on, get moving.” He laughed slightly. Normally, you would’ve smart mouthed him but you were too busy chasing that release you needed.

Your muscles work in unison to achieve it. His head tilted back as he closed his eyes so he could just feel. Feel. Feelings. This is what all this is about. Not emotional feelings but physical.

Your thighs get that lactic burn after a while, movements slowing before your breath becomes labored. How embarrassing on your behalf. 

“Come on, baby. I didn’t come here for a pity fuck.” His smile was devious as he smacked your ass, feeling the ripples underneath his fingers for a split second. “Come on, honey, you can do it. I believe in you.” He mocked.

The feeling of heat in your eyes was familiar. The warning signs of tears. You kept going just to please him. Like you did time and time again. “That’s my girl.” He murmured in satisfaction. A little roll of his hips as a little reward.

He noticed the glassy aspect of your eyes and he felt that pride again. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your hips as he helped you move. He felt your tightness increased and he let a little air through his teeth. The bit of your lip and look of clouded concentration on your face was scrumptious to him. He could eat it, and you, everyday if he could. 

A raspy moan left your lips as your peak heightened. The tie unraveling in your lower abdomen as your legs finally gave out with an extra bounce of steam. He moved you back as he didn’t care about your peak anymore since you oh so obediently found it yourself. His hips brutally attacked yours as he lifted one of your legs on his shoulder, his nails digging into your calf. You were squirming and writhing from the sharp spikes of pleasure. A soft sheen on his body that made him look amazing. 

His free hand grasped yours as he reached his own release. Spilling into the condom as he slowed to a stop. His chest rising and falling with each beat of his rapid heart rate. He pulled his hand away and gave you a soft pat on the thigh before leaning back on his thighs. 

He stood up and ran a hand through his hair before discarding the condom. His weight shifted the mattress as he pulled you over again. The air was humid and skin on skin contact was almost unbearable before he planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

Has he changed? Why is he doing this?  Questions filled your head before he answered them.

“I’m not saying it.” He said firmly before turning his head away from you but still had you in his arms.

‘I love you’ were words he’d never dare to utter.

So much for change.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Art Crawl

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.8k

Summary: More Little Nat milestones

A/N: A two in one

Warnings: fluff, cuteness, minor angst, cursing

“Mama look!” 

It’s Sunday night and your family is all gathered for dinner at your place. It’s as hectic as you expected with 7 adults, three dogs, and a toddler in attendance. You’re sure that Fletcher’s around somewhere but you haven’t seen her, so you don’t bother to include her. She’ll probably make an appearance at some point, but for now you’re focused on the full living room and kitchen as you help Natasha finish up dinner.

You glance over your shoulder at Natalya who’s still sitting in the living room with her Mama and Bucky. She’s been feely artsy lately, and both you and Wanda had been gifted many, many pictures of varying colors and shapes. You have over a dozen, and Wanda’s already begun to figure out how to hang them all up around the house. 

You can’t tell what your four-year old is drawing from here, but you notice that both Wanda and Bucky are smiling widely at the likely incomprehensible picture. It’s mostly your daughter’s adorable smile that is making them happy anyway.

“She’s so cute.” 

You can’t help but agree with this and you nod as you hand a serving dish to Nat for the mashed potatoes that you’d convinced Yelena to not add cheese to.

“She really is. I’ll have to show you the picture that she drew of her dogs.” 

You definitely wouldn’t have been able to guess that they were dogs if Natalya hadn’t told you what she was drawing. She’d used a green crayon and it ended up looking like a lot of grass, but as always, Wanda fawned over it and added it to the gallery she was setting up. 

You glance to Steve, Piet, and Yelena who are standing outside drinking or helping grill part of their dinner. The door’s opened so the dogs can come and go, but they mostly play out in the yard while it’s still light out. You turn your attention back to your daughter who’s already great at multi-tasking. She holds her crayon in one fist as she grabs a stray block and hands it to Bucky. With his help, but mostly on her own, she’s been building a tower of blocks that’s even higher than the table she’s sitting at. You’re pretty sure that if Natalya stood up, it would almost be as tall as she is. 

“Uncle Bucky here! Please. Thank you!” 

That’s another thing that Natalya was great at. She’d learned to say please and thank you early on, and she said them both almost always at the same time. You and Wanda figure you can wait a bit to correct her. It was just so cute. 

You and Natasha finish up dinner around the same time that the trio outside does. You smile as you watch them all step into the living room with the dogs on their heels. You are walking out of the kitchen toward the table with the potatoes in hand when Rogue runs to greet Wanda. Unfortunately, he knocks over Natalya’s block tower in the process and sends them scattering with his tail. 

You wince and Wanda opens her mouth to scold Rogue, but both of you fall short when Natalya speaks up.

“Shit!”

You nearly drop the bowl in your hands. You have to hurry to set it down as you stare at your daughter in shock. Everyone else has frozen, except the dogs, with similar looks of disbelief on their face. Unfortunately, Wanda looks horrified and is the first one to react. Pietro eventually looks like he’s about to start laughing, but luckily Wanda speaks up before this happens. 

“Natalya! Don’t say that, please. It’s a bad word.” 

Everyone watches with bated breath as your daughter mulls this over with a frown. She looks to her mama before turning to her drawing that you can see looks like a black hole now that you’re closer. You ignore Boone when he comes up to you. Your full attention is on your wife and daughter as Natalya’s expression turns petulant. 

Uh oh.

“Why?” 

Wanda reminds herself that Natalya likely doesn’t know that what she said was bad. Even if she does, Wanda needs to be careful with how she explains this. She knows her daughter is smart, but even at such a young age, she sees a rebellious streak on the horizon and she doesn’t want to encourage that so soon. She takes a deep breath and resists the urge to look to you for help as she shakes her head with a frown.

“Some words shouldn’t be used. There are better ways to say how we feel.” 

All of the adults who are still paying attention wait for Natalya to agree and move on. Hopefully she’ll continue drawing while the table’s set and then this entire ordeal would be forgotten. At least for the time being. 

However, when Natalya looks to you, you feel as if you’re about to be thrown under the bus. 

“But Mom said it! When she was singing.” 

You want to crawl into a hole, or better yet, fall into the black hole that Little Nat had drawn when your wife turns to you. The look in her eyes tells you that you’re in trouble later, and you try not to shrink back in fear and shame. However, now that you’ve been dragged into the conversation kicking and screaming, you suppose it’s your turn to say something. For the life of you, you can’t remember what Natalya is talking about. You’ve always been very careful to not curse around her. You had been determined not to be the reason why Natalya knew curse words. 

Obviously, you’d failed.

When you manage to find your voice, you have to clear your throat because it’s dry all of a sudden. 

“Singing?” 

You should have left well enough alone. Or at least been more specific because you forgot how toddlers took everything literally. Sometimes it was cute, but right now it was really, really annoying.

Natalya’s face lights up as she starts to sing before returning her attention to her drawing. She probably figures that she’s about to end the conversation instead of make it worse.

“Yeah! The “I’m Like a Virgin” song!”

You feel your face heat up and it’s only a millisecond later that you hear Pietro start to cackle. You turn to him and see that Steve’s covering his mouth while Yelena’s smiling widely. You turn to look over your shoulder when you hear Natasha clear her throat. Great. You’re glad that everyone is entertained. That they’re enjoying your misery. 

Wanda’s eyes widen and you know for sure that you’re in for it because she shoots you such a ‘are you kidding me’ look that you have to turn away. You decide that you have to try to fix this now, or you’ll certainly be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future. 

You ignore your friends that have started to scatter and help set the table, to move toward the couch. You watch Bucky escape to the kitchen as you nudge Rogue out of the way before sitting down beside Natalya. You sigh and pointedly don’t look at your wife as you reach out for Little Nat’s shoulder. 

“Your Mama’s right, Nat. I shouldn’t have said it, so you shouldn’t either okay?” 

Natalya glances up from her drawing with a worried look that you hate you may have caused. You risk a glance at Wanda and as expected she’s focused on Natalya. You resist the urge to squeeze your daughter’s shoulder tighter in hopes that this will somehow communicate your desire for her to help you out. You know there’s no avoiding Wanda’s wrath, but hopefully it will be a little less…intense after this. 

“So, I’m not in trouble?” 

Natalya’s shooting you such a hopeful look that you can’t help but shake your head immediately. You quickly realize that you should be more specific because it’s only come back to bite you in the ass once already. 

“As long as you don’t say the word again, no. You’re not in trouble.” 

Natalya smiles at this before nodding and returning to her drawing. She starts to happily hum, luckily not“Like a Virgin”, under her breath, and you finally breathe a sigh of relief. You shoot Wanda an apologetic look that she just frowns at before standing up. 

“Natalya we’ll be right back.” 

You cringe but don’t hesitate to stand up and follow your wife into the den. You walk past your snickering friends and move to sit on the couch as Wanda slides the door shut behind her. You take a deep breath preparing to apologize, but Wanda beats you to it. 

“Seriously, Y/n? What happened to not cursing around Natalya?” 

You shake your head before you groan under your breath. You still can’t remember when you would have done this. Sure, you sang out loud sometimes, but it was never something so inappropriate. Actually, you’ve been singing Disney songs for the most part because they were the safest. Certainly, safer than Madonna.

“I don’t know, Wands. I really don’t remember what she’s talking about.”

Wanda’s frowning as she puts her hands on her hips and you honestly feel like a chastised little kid when she uses her ‘mom’ voice on you. You’re not sure when her stern voice transitioned from mob boss to mom, but you aren’t sure you like it any better. 

“Well obviously you did since she heard you.”

Since there’s not much you can say to make this better, you just stand up and reach out for Wanda. You’re not surprised when she shakes you off and shoots you a glare that pins you in place. You switch tactics and look down at the ground before managing to meet your wife’s annoyed gaze with a contrite one. 

“I’m sorry, Wands. I’m really sorry. I promise I won’t do it again. I won’t ever curse in front of Natalya again.” 

You think about falling to your knees and pleading when Wanda just stares at you, but eventually she sighs in defeat. You still think you’re going to have to apologize again, but when Wanda just shakes her head and turns toward the door you decide that it might just have to happen later. Wanda might just need some time to forgive you. 

“Alright. Well let’s go eat now. Everyone’s waiting on us.” 

You follow Wanda out with your head held high like you didn’t just get scolded. You see that most of your friends are standing around the table talking to Natalya, but you don’t see your brother-in-law. You turn and spot him in the kitchen, and you frown when he smirks at you.

“I made it through the wilderness…” 

You roll your eyes and scoff at Pietro before shooting him a glare.

“Fuck off, Piet.” 

You failed to realize that Wanda had stopped to wait for you until you hear her gasp from behind you. You curse yourself again and close your eyes with an inaudible groan. You’ve really done it now.

“Y/n!” 

Little Nat Adventures

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Beast's Valentines Day (Silvio Ricci)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

The cocoa tart I gave to Silvio on Valentine's Day had the effect of turning any words into words of love.

Silvio: "Cocoa tart for Valentine's Day, huh? Not a bad choice for sweets."

Seated side by side on the sofa, I offered him the plate, and he happily started eating it.

(I'm glad he likes it.)

Silvio: "Delicious. This taste… I can't stop my love for you."

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "P-Prince Silvio?"

(I feel like I heard something unbelievable just now.)

Silvio: "The sweetness of this treat makes my love for you unstoppable."

Silvio: "........."

He quickly jumped back as his previously cheerful expression suddenly turned into a frown.

Silvio: "Don't suddenly get so close to me! You're too cute. It's bad for my heart."

Emma: "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly saying strange things?"

Silvio: "........."

(His attitude changed after eating the tart.)

Emma: "Could it be that you liked the sweets so much that you can't stop giving compliments?"

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "Thank you. I didn't expect you to be so happy with it."

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "Hehe, if you're going to make such a scary face just because I hit the mark, I'll take the sweets away."

I reached out to take the plate, but he quickly snatched it.

Emma: "U-Um, Prince Silvio?"

Silvio: "What the hell are you trying to do? There's no way I'd let go of your love!"

Emma: "Uh, love?"

Silvio: "Damn it, what's happening to me?"

Silvio: "I like you so much, I don't know what to do!"

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "Prince Silvio, do you have a fever?"

I reached out to touch his forehead, but he grabbed my hand, causing me to fall to his chest.

His arms, wrapped around my body, were holding me so tightly that I couldn't see anything.

Emma: "Whoa, your body is so warm. Maybe you really have a fever."

Silvio: "Shut up! Ever since I ate your sweets, nothing but sweet words keep coming out of my mouth."

Emma: "Huh?"

Silvio: "It's probably the love you put into your pastries that's making my heart swoon. Wait, what the hell am I saying!?"

(I can't believe something like that could happen, but I have no choice but to believe his current state.)

Emma: "I'm glad it's not because you're sick."

Pushing against his chest and looking up, I saw his face had turned red.

Silvio: "It's not good at all. Whenever I see you, all these cute words keep popping out of my mouth."

Emma: "That's alright. In that case, please go ahead and say more."

Emma: "You're usually shy and don't say those things often, so I'm really happy."

(I'm getting a little embarrassed myself.)

Silvio: "Your ears are turning red as you say that, you know?"

Emma: "It's just your imagination."

Silvio: "You blushing like that is so cute."

Silvio: "........."

Emma: "Hehe, I really like that side of you."

Silvio: "You're enjoying this, aren't you? That smile of yours is cute, too. Argh, damn it!"

Emma: "It's fun, but I really mean it."

He furrowed his eyebrows deeply and peered into my face as if something had clicked.

Silvio: "If you want me to show you that much affection, there's a better way."

Caught in the gaze of his ocean-blue eyes, I couldn't move as his beautiful face drew closer.

Emma: "Nn���"

Our lips met, and his tongue gently explored the inside of my mouth.

As I melted from within, rendered powerless by the sensation, he swiftly lifted me and pushed me onto the bed.

Silvio: "This is my return gift for the exquisite treat. Accept it quietly."

He removed my clothes and gently caressed my bare skin.

Emma: "Ah…"

His intense gaze and careful touch conveyed his feelings to me.

(Even if it's not being said explicitly, I can still feel how important it is.)

(If that's the case, then I...)

I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, then kissed him.

Emma: "I love you."

Silvio: "I know that, idiot. But my love for you is even greater."

Silvio: "My feelings for you are deeper than the Benitoite Sea."

Silvio said so in a somewhat unintentional manner, then sealed my lips with a kiss.

That Valentine's night, we shared our overflowing love with touches sweeter than words.

[writer-freak]

Birthday Celebration | Lucifer x Gn reader

Summary: Charlie throws a birthday party for you with everyone from the hotel there. After everyone left Lucifer had a sweet little surprise for you.

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, readers birthday, first time writing for hazbin hotel, english isn't my first language

A/n: So this is the second fic I wrote for my birthday and I decided to go into a new fandom. I actually wanted to do a after the party part for different characters but got a little lazy and just did Lucifer. Maybe I will one day come back to this but enjoy.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

It was just another day in hell, or so you thought. The same old routine of dodging demons and trying to survive the chaos outside of the hotel. Little did you know, your friends had something special planned for you. It all started with Charlie, the princess of Hell, who had a heart as big as her smile. She had been secretly organizing a birthday party for you, determined to make your special day something very memorable. With the help of her father and friends, including Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, and even Alastor, Charlie managed to set up a surprise party in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. As you entered the lobby, you were met with the sight of colorful decorations, balloons, and a banner that read "Happy Birthday!" in your favorite color. "Surprise!" Charlie exclaimed, her excitement contagious as she bounced up to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your friends gathered around, each wearing party hats and holding presents. Angel Dust winked at you playfully, while Husk grumbled something about needing a drink already. Alastor, the radio demon himself, smirked from his corner, clearly pleased with what he helped to orchestrate. Even Vaggie, though initially skeptical of the idea, couldn't help but be swept up by the atmosphere especially seeing how happy it made her girlfriend. As the party got into full swing, your friends took turns presenting you with their gifts. Angel Dust gave you a flashy new outfit, completed with some very revealing cutouts, while Husk offered you a nice bottle of whiskey. Nifty of course gifted you with some bugs saying that she found them in your room and made sure to kill them for you. Even Lucifer gave you a little handmade ducky though you could tell he was a bit embarrassed about presenting it to you. Charlie, of course, the ever-thoughtful hostess, presented you with a homemade cake adorned with candles. "Make a wish!" she urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. You closed your eyes and made a silent wish, blowing out the candles in one breath. As you opened your eyes, you were met with cheers and applause from your friends, their genuine happiness warming your heart. The rest of the evening was spent laughing, dancing, and enjoying each other's company. Despite being in hell, you couldn't imagine a better way to celebrate your birthday than surrounded by your friends in the Hazbin Hotel. As the party drew to a close you and your friends began to disperse, you felt so grateful to have met them in hell. They bring joy into your life that you would never have been able to imagine before. You found a sense of belonging amidst the chaos and this hotel felt like your home.

As the last guest departed you found yourself alone in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Well, almost alone. A soft chuckle from the shadows caught your attention, and you turned to see Lucifer emerging from the darkness, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Quite the celebration, wouldn't you say?" he remarked, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded, a warm smile tugging at your lips. "It was incredible. I never expected anything like this." Lucifer stepped closer, his gaze locking with yours. "Well, you deserve it, my dear" he said softly, his voice low and velvety. "But I couldn't let the night end without giving you something special." With a flourish, he produced a small box from the pocket of his suit and extended it toward you. "Happy birthday, my dear." Curious, you accepted the box and opened it to reveal a delicate necklace, adorned with a single ruby pendant. Your breath caught in your throat as you marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship. "It's beautiful, but you really didn't have to. You already gave me that little ducky earlier." you looked up at him not knowing how you could accept such a precious gift. Lucifer smiled, an expression that made your chest feel warm. "But it still can't compare to you" he said softly, before adding "And I would shower you with gifts but I know that you wouldn't want that so please just accept it." He said so much fondness in his eyes as he reached out to hold your cheek. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible. As you pulled back, you met Lucifer's gaze, finding warmth and understanding reflected in his eyes. In that fleeting moment, you knew that despite the darkness of hell, you had found something truly precious—a connection that transcended time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame in the depths of the abyss.

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[cornerstoreclown]

Ugh, now I can’t help but imagine where in that ask about Art and reader being childhood friends, child Art drawing, painting or crafting you this weird super weird thing (not out of materials that would like, decompose or smell rotten after a few years, surprisingly) and then after reuniting with him in adult hood, he’s over at your house exploring while you’re cooking and sees that thing he made for you years ago in your room on display. Idk, I think he’d be so happy to still see you have it

Love this. (:

I think he might have definitely made some really weird shit. I have no doubts your first gifts were something more… temporary. Liable to rot. Perhaps something with bugs and rats. But you INSISTED to him that you wanted something that could last a little longer. Something that wasn’t prone to the throes that came with being part of the life and death cycle. And he copped an attitude about it at first until he relented. Because you basically went the flattery route with him. You WANTED something from him that had longevity because you value him as a person (god rest your soul) and so he yielded for that reason and ONLY that reason alone.

After all. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

In truth it was probably some sort of makeshift weapon he gave you. Which was concerning! Actually quite concerning! And he drew fucked up pictures of hurting people that he gave you, too! It was often of him brutalizing and killing people, and you were also in some of those pictures, but you were never maimed in them. You were just smiling right beside him in those crude childlike drawings, looking like two pals.

Suffice to say when you left Miles County as you got older he wasn’t a happy camper because you both were supposed to be together forever. Like buddies. Then you came back … I dunno, a few years? A decade? Maybe two or so, however old you are, he wasn’t THRILLED that you left him. And he might have even considered literally stabbing you in the back for that shit because that was foul, how DARE you leave him—but then when he’s back at your place and has seen that you kept that makeshift weapon visibly out and displayed like a threat to any guests, or maybe like out on display like it’s a sculpture, he … starts to forgive you. You’re not off the hook yet. He’s still a wee bit salty you left, still hurting that you left in the first place. But a part of him is touched.

And you can see that when you catch him with the book you stored his drawings in, pristine and neatly kept in a drawer holding a variety of things from your childhood. You see him thumbing through it with his bloodied hands after a fresh kill that night. Staining that book and all the pages within it. His eyes far too focused on the contents before him as he relives various memories of you two together all snugly protected between the pages.

All the while you’re just out here cooking dinner for the two of you. Hoping maybe he’ll eat it. And he might. He might not. But if he doesn’t, you know he won’t turn down your dessert you got waiting in the fridge.

That’ll surely continue to help you make up for the time you’ve been away from him.

[crystal-moon-101]

A while ago I had made up a Zak for each day of the week to match Zak Saturday and Monday for fun, and because I wanted to give Zak some more AU similar to how Ben gets a lot of them. So not only do they all have different last names, but each have their own backstories and colour theming! So I hope you enjoy my little AU concepts.

-Zak Saturday-

Classic original Zak. I decided to draw them all when they're 11, start of the series vibes. So that's why he doesn't look like the ways I normally draw him currently, since those are when he's 14. Nothing different with his design here, beyond still giving him those vivid orange eyes.

-Zak Sunday-

Also known as Zak Argost, having been taken in by the man after he had a certain encounter with Zak's parents, resulting in their deaths. When Argost found the young toddler, seeing the start of Zak's power, he was happy enough to take the child with him and use his powers to his benefit. Due to being taken when he was very young, Zak doesn't remember his parents at all, fully believing in anything Argost tells him, the only family he has. So he happily helps his guardian in keeping cryptids tamed during Weird World shows, or during trips to learn about them, even if Argost puts Zak in more danger than he should. Due to his appearances on Weird World, Zak is a celebrity of sorts, even if he doesn't get to go out often. Argost also gives him a lot of gifts, keeping the child in a positive mood to keep him under his thumb. So Zak truly believes that Argost cares about him.

Though things start to turn when Argost finally decides it's time to hunt down Kur and take his powers, hiring Van Rook and Doyle on the mission. This leads to Zak and Doyle getting to know each other, with Doyle feeling protective over this random kid for some reason. Eventually this leads to him taking Zak away when this whole Kur business gets out of hand. While Doyle can't seem to convince Zak that Argost doesn't care about him, the pair do at least agree to try and find Kur first, Zak worried that even Argost shouldn't handle such powers. However, only time will tell if the pair discover the truth behind their unknown family history.

-Zak Monday-

The good old twisted gremlin of a child, Zak Monday and his family were a result of the smoke mirror. They come from a world that twists the very nature of people, a poor reflection of their negative aspects. If you're naive, then your mirror self is incredible dumb. If you're a bit of a perfectionist, then your mirror self is a control freak. And Zak Monday represents the twisted doubts of Zak feeling like a monster, so why have any doubts when you can be the monster?

I decided to change Zak Monday a bit to have the green eyes and green shirt with his own logo, cause I liked the idea that after his first appearance, they switch back to what they're suppose to look like. But other than that I kept the concept of him looking just like Zak, minus the inverted hair colour.

-Zak Tuesday-

The young naga is the son of Rani Nagi. Born solely to have Kur's soul enter and be a host, but whoops! Looks like Kur's memories aren't there, but that wasn't going to stop Rani Nagi, who thinks if she keeps at her plans, eventually her son will become the old cryptid king she once knew. Even going as far as to solely call her child Kur, who secretly calls himself Zak due to him often watching humans in the shadow, curious about them and wanting a name for himself. Zak Tuesday has a lot of identity issues, not helped by his mother's teachings towards him, ignoring all his dreams and personal thoughts. Eventually he just got really good at lying rather than convincing Rani Nagi.

However, the young cryptid prince is suddenly kidnapped by Argost one day, as he figured out where Kur's soul was currently living. Zak knew he would have died that day if not for Drew and Doc recusing him, having been chasing Argost over this Kur situation. Though they're a little surprise that upon meeting the new Kur, they find it's just a young naga who really doesn't know who he is. At first Doc and Drew didn't know what to do with him, but Zak begged them to not send him back home, and let him stay at their place until he could figure things out. He wasn't foolish, he knew the nagas were planning a war, and he wasn't keen on being the face of it all. So now the Tuesdays just have a snake living around the house, but they can't exactly complain as he is a well mannered guest at least. And perhaps the house doesn't feel so lonely with him around either.

-Zak Wednesday-

Some of you might recognize this one, but this Zak is from my old Zur AU, where Kur was reborn via the Kur Stone due to it being an egg, and Zak is a dragon that shapes between human form and dragon form. I decided to update him, making him Zak Wednesday now, with a pink theme! I also decided that instead of Kur being reborn, I wanted to shake things up a bit and have it that Zak was directly Kur's son. His mother is unknown, and as Kur saw how the world was at the time, he put Zak's egg into a stasis situation until it was discovered again. After saving it from Argost, the egg hatched among the secret scientist, leading to them chasing the child of Kur. But upon using his shapeshifting abilities to look like a child of Drew and Doc, they just couldn't help but adopt him on the spot, siting there was no sense in blaming Kur's son over what happened years ago.

The growing dragon is very playful with a cheeky personality. He exhibits a lot of draconic behaviors, with a wild and free spirit. He is aware of his family history, but he doesn't like to think about it, unsure in how to view his father based on the stories he's heard. Besides, Doc and Drew are his parents, and that's all that matter to him. Though perhaps this sudden appearance by Argost, claiming he was going to far Zak's father, has been a bit rattling to deal with.

-Zak Thursday-

When Kur knew he was going to die, and also knew his soul wasn't able to live the mortal realm, he made plans to make it so his reborn self would both be born in hopefully a better time, and be without his memories. It was better that way, so that his new self could live a lovely life without the sins from his past. But that didn't exactly pan out properly, as Kur was reborn and sadly remembers everything. It took him a while to understand this growing up, his young human mind not processing it until he was roughly 7-8, and even then he needed time to think about it. And now he's a depressed 11 year old who now has to be stuck with the fact his plan didn't work, unable to run away from the person he once was. Doc and Drew found out the truth when Zak tried running away one day, their son sitting them down and telling them the truth in hopes they'd just leave him, it would be better that way. But to his surprise they disagreed, as he was still their son, Kur or Zak, and it would be too dangerous to leave him alone.

So now Zak lives with his parents? Are they really his parents? The family keeping this dark secret to themself, even from the other scientists. Doc and Drew still reach out to their son, doing their best to connect with him, but he can't help but push them away. He doesn't deserve this, and they deserve better. However, their secret might come out after Argost stole the Kur Stone and now hunts for Kur, not realizing the truth right in front of him. So now the family tries to get the stones back, wanting to protecting Zak/Kur from others finding out. Doesn't help that he has to go through being a child again with such dark memories lingering in his head, feeling tired and overwhelmed with the world. Hasn't he suffered enough?

-Zak Friday -

In a world where Kur and cryptids successfully wiped out humans, the king ruled the lands for a while after, before one day he mysteriously vanished. Many concluded that he had died somehow, the details unknown, but this lead to a prophecy that one day their king would return, leading to many claiming to be him, or praying that they will be him for the power and wealth. In this universe, Zak and his family are all cryptids, with Zak being a a Chuvash Dragon, Drew and Doyle are Epimeliads, and Doc is a Gargoyle (Other characters are also cryptids in this timeline). Zak is a serpent like dragon that breathes fire, as a very twistable body, and can freely shapeshift. He's heard about the legend of Kur returning, but frankly he thinks they don't need him, even if the cryptid world has been shattered without a king for years now.

But when a yeti named Argost claims that Kur is back, being backed up by the Nagas, everyone starts to gossip and run around trying to figure out who the new Kur is. So maybe it's best that Zak doesn't tell the whole world about his sudden new powers to control and communicate any fellow cryptid is walks by.

[abibliophobiaa]

Hug

eddie munson x f!reader.

no, i did not write this because i’m on day 2 of a hellish period. not at all.

——

He found you on the couch.

Practically hidden beneath a pile of pillows and the dove gray comforter from your shared bed.

And you looked cute as hell, with your hoodie tugged tight by the strings around your head, a little bow beneath your chin where you tied the loops. Further still, he found your feet propped up high on a mountain of pillows, cozy socks he’d bought you for the holidays bunched around your legging clad ankles.

Dropping his things at the door, he called into the empty space gently, “Knock, knock. I come bearing gifts.”

You’d called off work. Said your monthly cramps were really bothering you, the migraine that followed pulsing behind your eyes, body — your words exactly — like one giant bruise. So he’d gone to the store on the way home, grabbed some essentials and pain relievers, as well as your favorite chocolates and snacks.

“You’re home,” you sighed, sounding a little sad, a little pout on your lips.

He knew you were happy, though. Could see it in the way you shifted up onto your elbows quickly, a serene smile in place across your lips, lowering the volume on the silly game show you were loosely keeping up with. The bag of goodies thumped onto the coffee table, Eddie wanting nothing more than to sit down beside your hip, rubbing a hand along your blanket covered abdomen.

“How’s my girl?” he mused, smiling to himself as your hand covered his, wanting to be touching.

“Better now.” And you shifted onto your side, pushing your back against the couch cushions, opening up a space in the blankets for him to slide on in. “C’mere.”

Chuckling, he obliged, sliding on in beside you, backs of his knuckles dragging along the highest point of your cheekbone. Even feeling as bad as you did, you still stole his breath away.

He drew you in close for a hug. Felt you melt against his frame, a low sigh spilling into his hoodie covered chest, warming him from the inside out. Fingers, still chilled from outside, slipped behind the back of your hoodie and rested low at the base of your spine. He knew just how to rub along the fresh air to ease the fullness of the aching, and held you closer as your head turned further against his sternum, eyes drooping closed the longer he rubbed.

“Tired?” he asked, fingers still moving in a slow circle.

“Uh-huh.”

It was muffled into the curve of his bicep, his chest aching at the way you sank further into rest. “Close your eyes, baby. I’ll be right here.”

You did just that.

——

[sociopathicartist]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do both fluff and some suggestive or more mature relationship headcanons with Sans?

tysm for requesting! all the suggestive/mature ones will be below the cut

Classic!Sans x reader (Fluff and Suggestive) headcanons.

Not that Sans would be extremely clingy per se, but he is very attached to you. I feel like he’d for sure like to just show up to your work quite often with a lunch or snack for you that he made, always packed with a silly joke written on your napkin inside. He kinda works various jobs and works around town since he’s not a big fan of the boring, same daily routine with his life, so whenever he’s off from work and he doesn’t have really anything to do since almost all his time goes to you, he’ll just show up to surprise you anyways. He likes to just spawn in behind you, sometimes he’ll tap your shoulder and give you a little kiss on your neck as he stands on his tiptoes to let you know he’s there, other times he’ll send you a photo of yourself to be silly. He likes the most though to just stand behind you and wait for you to turn around and notice he’s there, followed by a short scream from the Sans jumpscare. Is that weird? Probably. He doesn’t care.

“Sans! Where the fuck did you come from?”

‘whaaat? babe, it’s just me.’

-

He’s gotten into the habit recently of bringing you things every time he sees you. The gifts rotate out, and they range in extreme variation, but most of them are just silly things he saw when he was out and he bought it because he thought of you. Sans has found that he doesn’t like showing up empty-handed when he sees you anymore, he always has something to slip into your pocket or tuck in your hair. It’s one of his favorite ways of showing you how much he appreciates you. The gifts range anywhere from your favorite flowers, to a smooth rock he found that he drew a face on for you, and to a little ring he saw at the store that he saved up for and waited until he was able to bring it to you at a fancy dinner together. He just really likes bringing you little things to show that he loves you, and it makes him happy to see you wearing a bracelet he got for you or seeing the flowers he gifted you resting nicely in a vase on your coffee table. Even whenever you’ve been dating for years and you both have moved in together, you’ll wake up some mornings to him tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and slowly bringing up something he cooked for you to rest on your lap.

‘hey there, gorgeous. you want these waffles? made them just for you.’

-

Sans didn’t have much interest in dating before you and him became best friends, he was always a bit too lazy, a bit too tired, and a bit too occupied with other things. Those and the fact that nobody really suited him well enough for him to be interested romantically. It makes sense for him to be a virgin, sex is never really something he thought he’d be interested in ever trying with anyone at any point. Sure, the jokes are funny to make, and he hears from his coworkers about who got a piece of what last night, but the subject rang pretty deaf on him and he never had many thoughts of ever having sex with someone. It’s a good piece of effort for him too since he’s a skeleton and he’d have to use magic to conjure anything if that’s what his partner wanted. The topic never really was brought up whenever the two of you started dating, so he just pushed the idea aside.

Then when you were both cuddling on the couch like any other night, and your hand that was under his shirt mindlessly tracing along the vertebrae on his spine trailed a little bit too low, your skin felt just a little bit too soft, too nice. You saw his startled reaction, apologized, and pulled your hand away, but the feeling was still implanted in his mind.

He’s awkward to bring it up to you since he hasn’t talked about this with anyone before other than melee jokes and snickers, so whenever he awkwardly suggested that you both should get a bit more intimate, he wasn’t sure how to think on what was happening whenever you tugged him along to the bedroom. Needless to say, he doesn’t become as awkward on the subject or initiating anything around you, but you might have to be the one to tag him in for more a lot of the time since he still gets a bit too awkward to say or ask for anything.

-

He gets very vocal, which he wasn’t aware that some people don’t like that. It doesn’t make sense to him why you would want someone to be quiet with their noises, doesn’t that tell them what a good job they’re doing? He’s always mumbling something, always telling you how good he feels, how good you’re doing, how much he loves you. It’s a bit weird to see him so focused and into something, since he’s usually pretty nonchalant about 90% of things around him, but it’s definitely a nice sight to see.

‘fuck, sweetheart, i can't-‘

‘wait- do that again, like that, i like that.’

‘holy shit, i love you so much.’

The only time he ever really shuts up is whenever he’s passed out afterward, looking folded over himself in a weird position since he just tumbled onto the pillows in exhaustion before dragging you down to sink into the bed with him.

-

He always wants to have his hands on you, all the time. This ties in with just him being physically affectionate, but to just be with you like this, getting to admire you and listen to you as you’re over him, he can’t help but keep his hands on you the whole time. They are either wrapped snugly around your waist, running through your hair, or tracing up and down your sides. Sans just can’t help it, his full and loving attention is just on you.

-

I also just don’t feel like he’d be much into PDA or any exhibitionism. I know there are a lot of fanfics out there where he gets freaky in public with the reader, and this is no diss to them, but I just don’t feel like Sans would be one for that. That doesn’t mean he shuns you in public or anything because his arm is always wrapped around yours, and he’s always bumping into you and giving you little kisses on your knuckles whenever you’re around other people. He’s just not interested in making out or getting frisky in a public setting. He likes to be alone with you, somewhere nice and private where he feels safe just being able to relax, not masked in an alleyway or bathroom somewhere. Sans also just isn’t very open about his personal life or interests with people (other than you after a bit), so it doesn’t make logical sense for him to be so willing to have one of the most vulnerable sides of him able for show of being caught or seen.

[buzzyb33]

Being in a relationship w memeulous would be a good idea for headcannons love you byeee

Prompt: in request-!

Warnings: some suggestive content, swearing, mentions of height

Obviously- he couldn’t tell the public that you and him were dating, you were a mutual of James Marriott due to you and Jago (James’ drummer) were close growing up both playing drums.

You two met through said which was fun, you two were close before you moved back to London causing you to get even closer, little coffee dates.

“George would you rather be your ideal intellect or be your ideal heig- i start as I sip my coffee.

“Height- look at me Y/n!” He whisper shouts with a grin.

I laugh.

He asked her out around 2 months later and did it with a nice bouquet of blue lilies.

He knocked on her door and she opened it as she rubbed her eyes, she was fully dressed just no makeup and her hair wasn’t done, showing her light freckles may be ironic- but beyond all the odds, she’d never looked prettier.

I smile as I see him.

“Hi george- we didn’t have anything planned today did we?” I say as I Lena on my doorframe.

“Uh, no- but.. I have something to ask.”

My smile wavers at his nervousness.

“Will you go- on a proper real date with Me? You know..” he said and sheepishly brought the lilies from behind his back.

Her cheeks flushes and she grinned.

“You remembered by favourite flower? Oh george! Of course!” I giggled and take the flowers out of his hands gently.

He smiled and I tell him to come him and put the flowers in a vase.

“You-“ he exhaled.and smiled.

“Yeah cool.” He tried to keep his calm but could hardly contain his smile.

Their dates were great, clearly they were meant and happy for each other.

At the start of the relationship the two were still a bit shy with each other, holding hands in public was their only form of PDA.

Though, further on into the relationship George asked you to move in with him, you could trial it for a bit.

After passing the honeymoon and awkward phases of your relationship you two were romantic best friends.

You found out pretty quickly George’s love language was gift giving, while you’re was quality time.

When you two were out before you were holding hands, something you just started doing in public, and his face was red.

“George you okay?” I ask quietly.

He nods and pulls his hand out of mine before wiping it on his chest then putting it back in mine.

Another time, me and George were making out in the comfort of our apartment and I exhale as his mouth goes to my neck.

“George- I have my train to get to-! I have to go meet James..” he mumbled something as he nibbled my neck, me holding back a whine.

“Alright- okay..” he murmurs as his eyes flick between my eyes and neck.

“Have fun.” He smiles and kisses my temple.

I don’t think much about his actions as I’m on my trainer to Brighton; my mind drifts into the fact I haven’t really told James how me and George are dating- same for him, even though he introduced us.

As I get to his apartment- he starts his stream and he starts talking about how his chat should of drew me.

I move my hair out my face and look at James as he talks.

“Neck- chat what are you on about? Neck-“

He looks at me then his jaw drops.

Y/n! You have a hickey!” He jabs my cheek and my face turns a shade of crimson.

He muted his stream and laughs at me.

“Who gave you that? Do I know them?”

I put my face in my hands and sit on his floor.

He unmutes his stream and says I’ll be with them in a minute.

As he ended the stream he laughed again and leaned against the door frame.

“Well, thank you for coming.” He clicked his tongue.

“Who gave you the hickey?” I push his chest and scoff.

“Thank you for having me- I need to go do… things.” He rolls his eyes as I tie my laces.

“Was it George?”

George definitely did that on purpose.

“Can we get matching pyjamas?” I ask as I go into his office as he edits a main channel video.

He doesn’t hear me and I notice he still has his mask and glasses on, I sigh and pull his hat off his head, massaging his scalp lightly.

He turns to face me and smiles.

“Fix your posture, love you do this all the time..” I say softly and he leans back in his chair and looks at me.

I smile and pull his glasses off then his mask.

He exhales and relaxes in my touch as I massage his scalp, his eyes closing gently.

“Mmmh- thank you, n/n.. I- I do love you..” he muttered as I smiled.

We didn’t say that much.

“What did you say- earlier?” He questions as I sense his drowsiness.

“We should get matching pyjamas, I think that- would be cute for us..”

He smokes and nods, already almost half asleep.

“George get into bed..”

He groans and opens his eyes, he saves whatever editing he’s done and drags himself out of his office into his room. (He had a three bedroom apartment and when I stayed I shared with him)

“I’ll get a drink then be back.” I say as I go to get a bottle of water, as I come back he’s already fast asleep.

I smile and climb into bed with him, his arms instinctively going around my waist.

And finally, George definitely calls you short arse to make himself feel better at his 5’8 stature.

A/n:

Can you tell I struggle with boyfriend headcannons? Anyway thanks for the request!! I have a josh fic out soon maybe earlier than next week and TWO tobi ones so!

Requests are open!

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