#especially into my arms 👀💙

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[crappymixtape]

because of you • part one

PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+  | ( 2.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T O N E 🎶 good girls ( john carpenter remix ), chvrches

“Why is she even here?”

“Steve!”

A loud smack cut the air in two as Robin slapped a hand against Steve’s shoulder, rendering the rest of group there in Max’s trailer silent.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, cheeks burning under his gaze, lips twisted into a scowl and trying hard to hold back the daggers you wanted so badly to throw at him.

“She doesn’t know what the hell we’re up against! How’s she supposed to–“

“Steve, none of us knew either, cut her a break.”

“Cut her a break and then what? We all get eaten by a fucking melted people monster?”

“That’s not fair–“

“It’s fine! It’s fine, Nancy,” you cut the girl off, standing quickly from your spot on the couch.

They’d been talking like this since you showed up. Like you weren’t right there in the room with them and honestly you kind of wished you weren’t anymore.

“I need some air,” you grumbled before giving Steve a pointed glare and shouldering open the front door.

The air outside was crisp as you sat down on the front stoop. Not a cloud in the sky and sunlight washing everything in soft golden light, but it all still felt so dark. Like it was harboring thick shadows. Long, spindly, and pitch black. Waiting to wrap their twisted fingers around you.

Waiting to dig into you and squeeze tight.

Waiting to lift you twenty feet into the air and snap your bones like twigs.

Waiting to leave you for dead.

And here was Steve fucking Harrington asking what right you had to be there. Asking what purpose were you gonna serve amongst this “holier than thou” joke of an army. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie had already gotten their asses handed to them by what they’d called demobats, Steve arguably needing serious medical attention, and they wanted to go back? It took everything you had to not leave right there on the spot.

Hell, maybe you should, you thought for a minute. You didn’t owe them anything, especially Steve, but you did owe it to your best friend. The one who basically had a hit out on him. The one who wouldn’t hurt a goddamn fly, but all of Hawkins had already decided he was guilty and you weren't about to leave him.

Eddie.

❝ SO SAVE YOUR BREATH, GIVE A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT – DO THEY KNOW SOMETHING I DON’T? ❞

You met him two years ago under the bleachers at the Homecoming football game. It seemed like the perfect place to smoke the joint you’d messily rolled in the car right before you’d come into the stadium and apparently you’d been right, but someone else had already laid claim to it...

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but this is kind of my spot.”

He’d been all black leather and denim. Dark curls and clove. Silver rings and chains and heavy boots and maybe you should’ve been more intimidated, but the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“Don’t see a sign anywhere,” you’d shot back, no hesitation. Looked over at him all skeptics and attitude and took a long drag from your joint. Blew the smoke off in his direction and it made him grin like an idiot.

“Been sellin��� weed down here for like…the last three years so–actually, yeah. What the fuck, man. Someone owes me a sign.”

...And that was it, you were a goner. Laughing mid-toke and coughing so hard you cried and it made him feel so bad he gave you a baggy for free. Eddie "the freak" Munson and you – best friends.

Skipped all the stupid dances and football games with you. Paraded around the lunch room like an idiot with you. Threw fries back at the jocks for you when they called you a loser and sat on the floor in the bathroom with you when you cried.

So fuck “King Steve” Harrington.

You had every right to be there, probably even more than he did and you were gonna tell him to his face, but—

“Can I sit?”

The sudden sound of someone else made you jump.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. Gave you a sidelong glance and a small lopsided smile. “He’s really not so bad–”

“You’re joking. Right? Tell me you’re joking.”

The boy hummed, dropped his gaze down to the rings wrapped around his fingers and twisted the one on his thumb.

“He doesn’t want me here. None of them do,” you grumbled, frustration fed further by his non-answer and it pulled his eyes back up to you.

“Hey now, that’s not true–”

“Yes it is! Even Nancy looks at me like a kicked puppy.”

That pulled a laugh from him. Made him scoot closer to you and bump his shoulder into yours. “Listen, sweetheart,” the nickname made you soften, but you tried to keep your scowl in place, “We’re all in over our fuckin’ heads, hm? And Stevie boy…he’s seen some shit. He’s just trying to–”

“Just trying to what? Be a complete dickhead about it? Mission accomplished.”

Eddie sighed and roughed a hand over his face. Rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together. He knew what you felt because he’d felt it too. Knew what it was like to get laughed at and mocked in the lunch room. Knew how it was supposed to be between him and the other boy. Hell, he nearly cut Harrington’s face off with a broken bottle a few days ago, but one thing was clear.

Change was possible and Steve Harrington was proof, he just wasn’t great at showing it.

“Alright. He could be less of a dick,” he conceded, propping his chin in his hand and looking at you with his big brown eyes. How could you be mad at that?

You mumbled under your breath about that not being the only thing, but fine, okay, only for you, Eds.

Reaching over he flicked at your fingers and looked at you from under his curls with a stern pinch between his brows. “He’s helping me, sweetheart. They all are. Shit, without them I’d probably be in jail already. Or in Carver’s trunk,” he tried a laugh, but it fell short at the end with the weight of his words and it made you grab at his hand and squeeze it.

“Shut up,” you chided softly, no heat behind it. The anger that had been swelling in your chest all but extinguished.

Silence settled between the two of you then, heavy and tinged at the edges with worry. With everything that was at risk and it started to gnaw at the pit of your stomach. What if you couldn’t fix it? And even if you could, this Vecna asshole was about to end the world anyway so what the hell did it matter?

How were a bunch of kids going to do anything about it?

“Ahem,” the door knocked into your back and jolted you back to earth. Pulled a gasp from you and when you looked up over your shoulder you felt your anger return ten fold. “We’re leaving, geniuses,” Steve announced, pushing at you with the door.

“Least you know you’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath, standing up from your spot to glare at him at eye level.

“Real cute,” Steve shouldered past you on the stoop, took the last two steps in one go and turned to face you both as he landed on the grass. “For you, Munson,” he said, throwing a mask at Eddie, “Courtesy of Mayfield.”

“What’s that for?” you couldn’t help asking as Max appeared at your side and pointed so casually – too casually – at the mask.

“Gonna steal a Winnebago. Get that on, dingus. Let’s go.”

“Nice,” Eddie grinned up at the red-headed girl and yanked the mask on over his head, “Thanks, Red.”

“Let’s go,” Steve urged, waving his hands at everyone to get out of the house and you felt your heart racing.

“Steal a Winnebago? Eddie. Fuck that–”

“Honey, I’m already a wanted man–” Eddie cut you off and readjusted the ridiculous looking mask a bit. “–c’mon,” he said, tugging at your belt loop to get with it.

“I–that doesn’t mean you can just steal–”

“We’re way past that,” Dustin chimed in, shoving past you just like everyone else, “Besides, if the world’s gonna end anyway, what’s it matter?”

Shit. The kid had a point. It was probably fine. It was just a trailer. Maybe you could give it back afterward? You needed it more than they did. Right?

“Dammit,” you grumbled under your breath, now the only one still standing around. “Wait for me!”

❝ THEY TELL ME I’M HELL-BENT ON REVENGE, I CUT MY TEETH ON WEAKER MEN, I WON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN ❞

The first time you ran into Steve Harrington was sophomore year. In the hallway before Click’s class. You were cramming everything into your bag, but struggling with your history book when you heard it coming.

Tommy Hagan’s stupid laugh.

Your stomach sank, eyes glued on your things and trying to ignore it. He was in your science class the year before along with his ditzy girlfriend Carol and they always made sure to get a spot in the back just to make out.

“Need some help?”

When you finally looked up at him he’d stopped right in front of you, the grin on his lips sharklike as Carol smirked out from under his arm. Another boy you didn’t know was standing just behind them wearing a stupid member’s only jacket, half unzipped, and had hair that sat perfectly in place. Too perfect.

“That looks heavy, hm?” Tommy said grabbing your book, voice all saccharine sweet and sharp around the edges. Flipping through the pages he pulled a face, clicked his tongue and weighed it in his hand, then made a show of dumping it on the floor. “Whoops. Sorry!” he half-laughed and your cheeks burned.

“Bite me, Hagan,” you snapped back, bending down to grab your book, and it only made his grin grow wider.

“Ooo. She’s fiesty today, Stevie. I like it.”

And then he chimed in. Stevie. The had-to-be-douchebag that everyone called 'King Steve.'

“Probably on her period,” he said scoffing a laugh, all confidence and bravado and the look on his face was so smug. Thought he was so clever and funny and when you finally turned around it was to take the two steps up to him in one.

“Really? My period? So original.”

It made him swallow hard. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he blinked back the flicker of surprise glinting in his eyes. He took a quick glance at Tommy like he didn’t want to disappoint him and then hardened his expression. Crowded down over you and nodded.

“Explains you being such a bitch.”

And it took the air from your lungs. Stuck in your sides sharp like a knife and you felt your throat tighten as Tommy and Carol snickered, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. Not here.

“Yeah. Bet you wish you had an excuse for being such an asshole,” you cut at him and it pulled an Oh shit! out of Tommy as he doubled over laughing, Steve’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Your feet couldn’t carry you away fast enough as you shoved your book in your bag and turned to leave, but you refused to run. Refused to let them see weakness, and as Tommy yelled down the hallway after you about tampons you raised a middle finger high in the air to punctuate just how much you hated them all.

Eddie met you in the bathroom after that, the one nobody used on the other side of school, and you told him everything. He let you have the joint he had tucked behind his ear for emergencies, listened to you and told you they weren’t worth it. Especially not Steve. Because even though Tommy started it, Steve was the one who dug in. Could have left it alone but didn’t and that was what really got you.

How obvious it was he knew how shitty they were being, but went along with it anyway because he had to maintain his status. Had to uphold how ‘cool’ he was and keep the line in the sand drawn between him and ‘the freaks’ like you.

So he wouldn’t get a second chance.

And he wasn’t worth your time.

Not then and sure as hell not now.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART ONE OF A THREE PART SERIES, PART TWO AND THREE TO COME SOON ]

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Can I get a headcanon of the bachelors and how they'd be sexy with you when you're down? Like, if they're trying to cheer you up and be a little goofy with it but also tryna HIT. THAT. 🤣🤣🤣

Thanks Snail, ILU.

Bachelors Goofing Their way Into Your Pants

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW (-ish)

This one was a tough ask Libby but I’ll do nothing if not stand and deliver 🫡 Honestly might be my favorite head cannon list for the bachelors I’ve ever done so THANK YOU for this prompt icon. NSFW? -ish under the cut (lewd?? Idk lol)

Harvey-

💚 Perhaps the goofiest about this

💚 He would not try to come onto you when you’re down unless he KNOWS it’s going to pick you up

💚 So once he’s confident let’s start there

💚 It’s a song and dance

💚 Dissappears, and when he’s back he’s got his med kit

💚 He gets out the stethoscope and all. The whole nine yards.

💚 That’s right folks. We’re paging Dr. Love

💚 Will NOT let you stop this routine. Dr. Love WILL be completing the full assessment. Listening to your heart rate, checking your throat and ears, somehow always having to complete a chest exam

💚 (M or F he will be groping your tits for this one)

💚 The diagnosis is in

💚 There’s Only One Cure for What Ails You

💚 You guessed it! You need a little lovin’ (Dr. Love’s catchphrase)

💚 Important note: Dr. Love is not a licensed medical practitioner

💚 This works a little too well perhaps. He’s so confident for no reason at all LMAO

💚 Lowkey want to write a Dr. Love oneshot now because this is really fun and cute

Elliott-

❤️ If you’re feeling down man will preform the absolute worst ad lib poetry

❤️ Silliest lymrics you’ve ever heard

❤️ Dumb dumb dummmmmb

❤️ Very dirty and stupid bad poems about you

❤️ Specifically about his favorite parts of your body

❤️ Or his favorite things you do during sex

❤️ The worse it is, the better as far as he is concerned

❤️ Raunchy dirty filthy

❤️ But like. In the most grade school mother goose style he can manage

❤️ No flowery language here

❤️ Takes off your clothes to expose the parts of you the he’s referring to

❤️ When you do x thing (then tries to make you do x thing)

❤️ Will be proving his point. Period!!!

Alex-

🤎 Physical touch legend

🤎 Wrestles

🤎 Winner gets whatever they want from the loser

🤎 Has a wrestling name and all

🤎 Does the John Cena theme

🤎 His hands end up in all sorts of places that they don’t need to be

🤎 Most wrestlers aren’t grabbing ass 🤨

🤎 Gets you in some really tight, close pins, but somehow you end up winning anyway

🤎 No I didn’t let you win don’t be ridiculous I respect the sport too much to ever—

🤎 He let you win

🤎 You can take your prize now 😌 Whatever you want 😌

🤎 And if his hard on is pressing against you? Well. Maybe he has some ideas about what your prize should be

Shane-

💙 Gets you through the hard stuff first, so once you’re on the mend he’s goofing to the max

💙 KING FLEXER!

💙 Aw babe come on? How can you be so sad when you have these guns to look at?

💙 Runs through a series of absurd poses to show off his muscly farm boy arms

💙 Lays it on really thick about being a stud

💙 “No matter what at the end of the day you have a trophy husband” (even if he’s not married to you. ESPECIALLY if he’s not married to you)

💙 STRIP! TEASE!!

💙 Showing off everything you’re so lucky to have with a big goofy grin on his face

💙 Throwing his clothes across the room and everything

💙 Making the music sounds with his mouth

💙 You HAVE to whistle or hoot at him or clap or something

💙 He demands applause from his audience if he’s not getting some singles at least

Sam-

🩷 Another song and dancer

🩷 This man was born for the stage I fear

🩷 Genuinely and truly putting on a SHOW about it all

🩷 The drama of it. Uh oh, he’s compromised!

🩷 Will end up ‘stuck’ under the couch or table or anywhere else

🩷 Uh oh! I hope nobody takes advantage of me 👀 When I’m so exposed 👀👀 and vulnerable 👀👀👀

🩷 The worst stage acting you’ve ever seen in your life

🩷 Starts stripping in the middle of the living room because he “didn’t see you there!”

🩷 Pretends to be scandalized when you finally succumb to his advances

🩷 What are you doing?! Huh? What do you MEAN I was coming on to you? I always take off all my clothes in the kitchen, that’s ritual

🩷 insists he’s been objectified and taken advantage of

🩷 That kind of turns him on though let’s be so fucking real

Sebastian-

🖤 Okay so we’re going blunt king here

🖤 Two possible options

🖤 Uses it as a way to hard reset the system mid breakdown

🖤 Full crying, upset, whatever, he’s been holding you and trying to calm you down but it’s not working

🖤 “Wanna have sex?”

🖤 DEADPANNNNNN delivery

🖤 It never fails. Tried and true

🖤 Option two?

🖤 This is ONLY if mans is super comfortable in your dynamic

🖤 A classic

🖤 Whips it out

🖤 Thinking about that one tweet of the boyfriend who was in the mood and just put his dick on her shoulder while she was watching tv

🖤 Like that but buried under sixteen levels of irony

🖤 “I know what’ll help” and then he pulls his dick out

🖤 Probably the least likely to actually hit with these methods

🖤 However, he’s maybe the most likely to help improve your mood substantially

🖤 Through sheer presentation if nothing else. Man can deliver, and knows when to hit with the absurd to make it the most impactful

[thewhumpcaretaker]

HENLLOO ✨️💖

I have this idea for some time, and it's something I wanna write one day, BUT I think you'd really like this idea bc it's hurt/comfort and Santino at the beach! I'm curious about your thoughts or if it's inspiring yk 👀

Santino having a wound, that's not fully healed, or not healed at all and he wants to go to the sea to feel that salt kinda "bite" his wound, he wants to feel that pain because he thinks he deserves it or whatever other reason.

John tried to talk him out of it just because he knew it would hurt, but then again, sea water could help the wound heal faster. So, John insists for Santino's own safety that he goes with him. And eventually Santino agrees. Of course it hurt and burned, it's salt on the wound and Santino maybe thought it would be easier but it hurt a lot.

Santino wants to make himself suffer even more 😞

AAAAAAAA this one cut DEEP for me!! Your asks are so good lately (well, always, but especially this one). It's so dark but honestly this is a topic that I love to write about and I think it says a lot about Santino and what he's going through. What a brutal scenario, Santino is really suffering. But John is there to make sure he's safe and build up his self-esteem, as always.

Also, as a note: the ocean is not recommended as a source of salt water to put on a wound even if it does help sometimes, because there's bacteria in the ocean! So don't try this at home.

🖤💙Salt in the Wound💙🖤

TW: self harm via salt water, attempted self harm via breaking and punching things, blaming himself for abuse, concerns over potential suicidal behavior (there is none actually attempted), Dead Dove Do Not Eat

“LEAVE ME ALONE!”

“I am not leaving you alone like this!”

The bedroom was wrecked in every way that wouldn’t be permanent. Pillows and blankets thrown around the room, the desk overturned, even the curtains torn down. John had stepped in to stop Santino from tearing up his own poetry, but he’d let him flip the chair and splinter its legs against the floor. And why was all of this happening? Because Santino had been punished by a High Table emissary. The Adjudicator and company had approached them in the middle of the Continental lobby, informed Santino that he had broken some inscrutable rule John didn’t even know about, and then slashed him across the gut in front of the whole room of people.

After the wound was patched up he had just sort of…gone quiet. It was obvious he blamed himself. He brooded all the rest of the day, until finally John pressed him about what was wrong and he exploded.

“Fuck off, John! Get your hands off of me!” He had Santino’s arms pinned behind his back so he wouldn’t punch the walls. Reluctantly, he let go, and just as he’d expected, Santino lunged towards the wall. John was too fast and put himself in front of Santino’s fist before he could make contact. Santino stopped short, flushing even harder at the frustration of having to restrain himself in that state.

“Get out of my way.”

“No.”

Santino stared at him for a long moment, his jaw set hatefully. Then he turned to walk out.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Through clenched teeth, “The beach.”

Their home was only a short walk from the ocean, and in this mood, Santino could make it there in five minutes. Horrifying scenarios flashed through John’s mind, of Santino walking out into the ocean and never coming back. His heart did a sickening sort of drop. “Why?”

Santino whirled back to him with his chin in the air, the picture of passive aggression and mock innocence. “Salt water is good for healing wounds. You want me to take care of myself so badly? Fine. Maybe I want to go for a swim.”

“That will burn like hell.”

“GOOD. But it’s healthy, so you can’t stop me.”

John practically growled in frustration. He couldn’t argue with that. He just grabbed his coat. “I’m coming with you.”

“You’re not invited.”

“I don’t care. I’m going to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.”

Santino’s scowl softened for a fraction of a second, replaced by something miserable and touched. But then he just growled back, grabbed his swim trunks, and marched out the door without another word.

They were silent on the walk to the beach, with the sun sinking down against the waves in reds and oranges as fiery as Santino’s expression. John began to hope that he’d cool down by the time they got there, but he had no such luck. Santino stripped down immediately and threw his clothes in John’s face. He would have laughed at the pettiness of it if he didn’t know how much pain was raging inside of Santino right now. So he just caught them and folded them neatly over his arm so they wouldn’t get covered with sand. Then he crossed his arms and watched from the edge of the water.

With his shirt off, and then his dressing thrown to the ground as well, John could see the red blooming across the slash on Santino’s side. The wound wasn’t deep at all, but it looked awful. It was long – an arc from the top of his ribcage on the right side to below the navel on the left. And it was still bleeding.

Santino took a first step into the water and already flinched. The evening wind was picking up and it was ice cold. “Maybe you should do this tomorrow,” John suggested. “Like noon? When it’s warmer?”

The very idea of sparing himself any pain seemed to just make Santino even more furious. He only turned back long enough to glare at John and then suddenly dashed forward, until the waves were up to his stomach.

Based on the sound he made, it couldn’t have felt good. It was a kind of yelping scream that he bit off with a long stream of swearing in Italian. John frowned hard. He knew what that felt like – he’d been in the ocean after a job before, by necessity, and it stung something awful. But all he could do was watch helplessly. At least Santino was standing still now, and seemed to be reconsidering. He even took a few steps back until the cut was mostly above the water line again.

But irritation with his own weakness seemed to give him a second wind. He plunged back in, up to his chest this time, and screamed again. This time, John couldn’t tell if it was pain or frustration or self-hatred, because it gave out into sobbing. He was crying so badly that John was worried he was going to double over into the waves. “That’s enough. I’m coming out.” He kicked off his shoes and trousers, set down their things, and waded into the frigid water.

He wasn’t sure if Santino heard him or not, because he didn’t move at all until John’s arms were around him.

“Come on, love. Let’s go back to shore, yeah?”

“No. I-I deserve this.” Santino didn’t hug him back. He just stood there shivering terribly.

“Why?”

“Because I fucked up! They had to punish me. And I’m so angry, John. I’m so angry, and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t even be angry at them. I just have to play nice because I’m powerless and it’s all my fault.”

“No you don’t. You’re allowed to hate them. You don’t have to hate yourself.” He realized they weren’t just talking about The Adjudicator, but about everyone who had hurt Santino. Especially those who he didn’t couldn’t bring himself to hate. His own father. The water swirling around their bodies was deathly cold and John felt himself starting to shake too, but he ignored it and held Santino as close as he could.

For a second, Santino cried harder against him, but it seemed to bring some kind of cathartic release. Finally, he went calm and hugged John back. He seemed drained. “Okay. This hurts too fucking much anyway. Cazzo, I didn’t expect it to be this bad.” His heart was still racing against John’s chest, probably from sheer pain.

“Yeah…I’m not surprised. Let’s go get the salt out, I brought stuff to take care of it so it doesn't hurt as much on the walk home.”

So Santino allowed himself to be led back to shore. John wrapped him in a towel and poured a fresh water bottle over the cut to rinse it. That stung too, and he was already back to whining about the pain, but John didn’t mind. As long as Santino didn’t want to make himself suffer. He kissed him hard. “You didn’t deserve that.”

He melted into the kiss and stayed curled up against his lover, trying to regain some body heat, but he couldn’t bring himself to reply.

“You didn’t, Santino. They did this to you because they’re on a power trip. Because the whole organization runs by making people feel trapped and small, and it pisses me off.”

His answer was slow and very quiet. “Honestly…I don’t want that to be true. If that’s true, then I have to do something about it.”

“Yeah.” John wove his fingers through Santino’s curls and studied his face. He was so precious, so fierce, so full of life. A world in which a person like Santino could be hurt over and over again until he wanted to hurt himself too wasn’t one that John could stand for. “We have to do something about it.”

[marblepasta-creepyhornet]

EJ, Toby and Cody (plus whoever else you wanna write for lol) straight SIMPING for a plus size female reader? 🙏🙏

Read my mind, babes 💙

Creeps x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

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EJ

No matter what you look like EJ’s always simping for you (he’ll only make it exclusively known to you and you alone). Not because of embarrassment, but only because he likes focusing any amount of love and attention he can muster to you only! 🥹

But, honey, if you’re plus sized, HE IS ON YOU LIKE BUTTER ON A SLICE OF TOAST- 😉😏

You’re thicc in all the right places and he wants you in anyway way, shape and form! He adores every inch of you 🥺

Let’s say you’re insecure, he will shower you with compliments, affection and love. But, if that isn’t your style, he’ll do anything you ask of him to help you feel better. 😩

He’d die if he saw you in a crop top and shorts! The way the shorts hugged your thighs that this man wants to be squished between, combined with your cute tummy showing, he’d be all over you! 😊 (I’d simp for you too (y/n))

If anyone in the mansion bullies you? It’s over for them. I’m serious, Jack almost killed Jeff when he felt the need to make a rude comment about you.

Toby:

He’s very vocal about your body! He loves to constantly remind you that you’re pretty and beautiful (it especially helps on days where you’re feeling insecure 😣). Like his words calm you down and help you feel better. He’s always making sure that you know that he loves you and doesn’t want you to doubt yourself :)

He will literally start fights if anyone makes a derogatory comment about your body 👊😤

This man will W O R S H I P you! When yall are in the bedroom, he’s kissing every part of your body and bringing the praise comments 🥺🥺🥺

“S-s-so pretty,” “All mi-mi-mine,” “M-my pretty gir-girl,” (need me a man or woman like this fr 🫣)

He’s a 100/10 simp for you!

Cuddling? You’re big spoon most of the time (not that you mind)

Circling back onto days where you feel insecure, Toby will help cheer you up by spending the day doing things you like.

He’s very committed 😌

Hugs from behind are a given, just accept it. He loves showing his love for your body through physical touch 🧡

Also- one night while walking through the woods, Toby heard some assholes making fun of you and he fucked them up- ANYWAYS 😗

Cody (X-Virus)

Like EJ and Toby, he’s all for worship, BUT he isn’t as vocal of the two-

(Also how you look literally doesn’t matter) sweetie, here’s there for your intelligence, but not in the way of using you, but in the way of him wanting to be near you 👀

He’ll have you sitting in his lap while he’s writing in his lab, you get lowkey paranoid that you’re too heavy and you’ll try to move, but bro is dragging you right back 🙂‍↕️

Now, I like to think that a bit like EJ, he likes to be creative in his free time, so one day while you two are in his lab, he’ll sketch you while you’re sitting around 🥹

ROMANTIC GESTURES!!! This man is all for buying you flowers, chocolates, and whatever else to show you that he loves you.

Also if he hears anyone talking shit, he kidnaps them as a lab rat for tortuous experiments ;)

As for cuddling? Say he’s sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you when you come into view from the doorway. He’s instantly wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you into bed with him- 😭 (I’m gonna be sick-)

HEAR ME OUT! HE STEALS YOUR HOODIES! MF sneaks into your closet and just *YOINK* 🏃💨

It’s honestly so cute how your hoodies look so oversized on him- they go down almost to his knees and covers his whole arm to a little past the tips of his fingers.

But you don’t mind though because he’s honestly the best thing to happen to you and he appreciates you 😭

[schnoobums]

Could you please go into details as to how touch is Jonathan's love language? 👀💙

+ Same anon - I didn't want to imply anything lewd, physical touch as a love language firs him very well (that and snark as his other love language) and I'd love to see you elaborate on it!

Hehe of course I can. Thanks for asking!

We’ve got some great examples of Jonathan using physical touch as either an expression of admiration, companionship, or affection.

Take the first time we see Jonathan and Evy interact in The Mummy (1999) - when she’s feeling down, the first thing he does is console her and he does this through physical touch (also words of affirmation, which I believe is his second love language, though you’re spot-on with snarkiness.)

Wow, who made these gifs? They’re so good. [x]

He even holds onto Evy’s arm when they visit the prison where Rick is being held. Yes, it can be that he’s afraid of being there (especially since he stole from Rick) but it’s also a way for him to protect his sister; being able to tug her away if there’s any danger and also in case she feels afraid as well.

Then, when he first interacts with Rick outside the prison, he gives him a warm handshake and pats him on the chest as if they’re already good friends. They hardly know anything about each other at this point, but Jonathan makes the effort to be as friendly as possible (that’s also probably due to his British charm but I digress.) This interaction also acts as “I apologize about before but I promise I’m pretty decent once you get to know me” without saying the words directly.

Now, what about in a romantic sense? Take the first time we see him in The Mummy Returns (2001) - he’s walking with Sheila down the hallway, an arm wrapped around her side and holding her close to him. Yeah, he’s feeling great right now but the option to simply walk beside her is right there and he opts for sticking as close to her as possible instead.

I’m going to take this brief moment to say that he’s a huge gentleman since this is most likely after ~things have gone down~ and he’s walking her out, either to her car or to drive her back to her place (as discreetly as possible.) I just think that’s neat. He keeps up a conversation with her and keeps up the physical touch as well.

Of course, we have all the sweet moments with him and Alex; a hand on the shoulder, wrapped up in a hug, leading the other by the arm, hand holding, etc. Their relationship is so adorable. [x]

Also, he grabs a hold of people in an effort to protect them. Even if he can’t do it very well, he certainly tries (I’d screencap those moments but it’s always mid-sprint so the picture comes out super blurry.)

He also gains comfort through physical touch. Since he’s been through a lot of high stakes, a friendly pat on the back or arm, or even getting pulled away from danger (Rick yeets him so much, it’s so funny) gives him the assurance that 1. he’s not alone & 2. there’s someone there to help him.

I think Jonathan is one of those people who think that when words fail, actions speak louder. So, he shows his love for people (whether platonic or romantic) through physical touch; something that says that he cares without uttering the words himself.

That’s just my opinion, though!

[surrealsunday]

hey jaime, how are you??

i just come by to wish you a happy new year! (kinda late but it’s still january so it still counts 😌) i hope you have a great end of 2023 :))

also with a friend we were talking and we suddenly thought abt punzel!lucas/elu and we were wondering how these two lovebirds were doing and what would they be up to now, according to you 🤔👀 lowkey miss them now ngl sjdbdh (as well as the canon version of course)

can you believe this year is marking the five years of skam france s3, 5 YEARS OF ELU…

BTW HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW MAXEL CONTENT RECENTLY??? well literally all january we were being fed really well (individually and tgt) 😌 AND WE ALSO GOT MAXEL SELFIES IN BIG 2024 I VANT STOP SMILING THINKING ABT IT (sorry i’m freaking out again sjdbdh) their friendship is just so special and warms my heart sm every time it crosses my mind 💙

anyways i’ll stop my rant bc otherwise i could go on for hours 😭 wish you a wonderful evening/day and sending you lots of hugs and strength and luck 🫶🏻

Marieeeeee hiiiiiiiiii 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️!!! It was so nice to see a message from you! And a happy new year to you too!

I'm ok - I both can't believe it's gonna be the end of January and also can't believe it's still January 😂. Work has not stopped being insane since I took over this new position but I'm thankfully still loving it. And I'm especially loving living in a place where I am no longer dealing with -40 celcius through the winter 😅. I hope your holiday season and start of the new year has been going fabulously for you!

And 5 years? 5 YEARS?! How is that even possible omg 😭😭😭. That calls for a rewatch, I think. My babies 🥹. And the Maxel content yessss! I love you for linking posts thank you! One of my friends thankfully sends me things because I would end up missing them on social media otherwise. Honestly the joy their friendship brings me. 5 years and those boys are still tight. I love them so much. Also the fact that Rocco was looped into their little friend group and we have actual pics of Maxence with Rocco AND Axel? Truly... life has been good to us 😌😂.

And Punzel babies? Well, they're living their happy life together in their flat. Eliott definitely refers to Lucas as his husband even though - as Lucas insists - they're too young to get married. Eliott thinks that's nonsense because he's been waiting what amounts to their entire lives and obviously they're going to be together for life anyways. But for that same reason, he's not too fussed about it - official papers or not, they are married in his mind. They've definitely added to their little fam and have a cat in addition to their pup Pascale. The cat absolutely rules their home (as cats are known to do) and is the only one who can get Pascale to stop being mouthy (Huskies you know 😂). Lucas would definitely complain the cat doesn't like him and play up that they have some sort of nemesis relationship. Only Eliott has caught Lucas curled up asleep on the couch with the kitty on his chest wrapped up in his arms more than once. Eliott would be a little jealous about the fact that he's the one who dotes on the kitty but she still seems to be an utter suck for Lucas... only, he's the exact same way so he can't blame her 😌. Second to Lucas, her fave is Idriss. Because this cat has ✨taste✨. I'm trying to think what they would name their kitty... probably something Rapunzel adjacent because they're saps... but I don't have a name popping to mind just yet.

And of course there are the fun dynamics of their relationship that they will probably always be figuring out. Like Lucas realizing (and relishing) in the power he has over Eliott and the way he can make Eliott's brain short circuit in any variety of ways (like saying something incredibly explicit in the middle of much more innocent activities like cooking dinner). Then Eliott will remember he no longer holds his Punzel in the 'look but don't touch' category and things work out quite nicely for both of them 😌. Basically... they're living their best lives figuring out adulthood and now jobs together ❤️.

Sending you all the love and hugs back!

[sev-on-kamino]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

pairing: Fox x OFC (Daria Trace, and you get soft!Daria today)

Fox flirts and flatters his way to a favor from his favorite matchmaker. (super rough first draft action)

Rating: G but minors aren’t supposed to be here 👀

“You know,” Fox began, “If I have to keep coming to your rescue like this, I’m going to start thinking you just want me around.”

Daria blinked several times, her ever glossy lips parting slightly before snapping shut. Her eyes were wide as they locked onto his visor. For the first time since he’d met her, the quick witted matchmaker was at a loss for words.

“I’m fucking with you, Trace,” he said with a smirk. He’d never seen her flustered before, and he found that he liked it. Knowing he was the one who could sneak past her armor of cool professionalism gave him a thrill he couldn’t resist.

“Of course you are,” She said, recovering quickly, mask back in place. She envied his helmet, hiding all of his reactions from her.

“Everyone knows you don’t date.”

“I do date. I just-“ She paused. “Who’s everyone?”

“The vode,” He said folding his arms.

“Oh,” Daria said, frowning slightly before realization dawned on her face. “I only told that ARC I don’t date because he was flirting with me during his interview.”

“It’s true though. If any of the boys saw you on a date, they’d be gossiping about it. They’re very concerned about you finding a nice person for yourself. Especially Thorn.”

“I didn’t realize my love life would be so interesting to them.”

“They feel like they owe you one. It’s why we show up so fast when you call,” Fox confessed.

“See? That’s why I do what I do. Guys that sweet deserve every chance at happiness,” She said with a bright smile. “Speaking of which, I’m still waiting for your match to come in. I made a promise to Thorn, and I’m going to keep it.”

“What promise?” Fox asked, tilting his head at her.

“To find someone to make you take your days off,” She replied. Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes that time.

“He just wants me out of the office, so he and Hound can play fetch with Grizzer in the halls.”

“A promise is a promise, and I always keep those, so watch out,” She said with smirk.

“With the way you attract trouble, I’m always watching out for you, Trace,” he laughed softly, and Daria felt her face warming up. “If you’re feeling generous, do you think you could make a promise to me?”

“Within reason,” she replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Give Neyo another shot?”

Daria quirked a brow at him. “I said within reason, Commander.”

“Look, you’re good at this. Scary good. I thought it sounded ridiculous at first, but Thorn, Hound, Cody, Wolffe,” he trailed off a moment before tugging off his helmet. “You worked magic with them. I’m just asking you to try one more time.”

“If you’re trying to play on my professional ego, it’s working,” she said, letting her eyes roam his face. “Fine, but only for you, and I swear if he gets sideways with me again…”

“He won’t. But if he does, I’m only one call away,” Fox assured her, his voice softer than velvet.

“Deal.”

tagging: @secondaryrealm @dystopicjumpsuit @anxiouspineapple99 @freesia-writes @littlemissmanga @523rdrebel @sinfulsalutations @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @wolffegirlsunite and anyone else with a WIP to share 😌💙💙

[undertheknightwing]

I'm sure this is absolutely predictable of me but - your boy Gar and my girl Rach for "Send me a character" 💚🖤

The siblings of all time ✨️

Garf first 🐯

First impression

Oh baby boy. Such a sweetie pie 🥺 *watches Asylum* Whoa! This show is actually letting Gar have a character besides goofy sidekick?? This just got so much more interesting.

Impression now

So that was a fucking lie. Buttt.. if I wrote out my true impression of him now we'd be here all day so imagine I'm unfolding a comically long list of my Gar thoughts because there’s a lot. The less the show did with him, the more I got to over analyze and create from there.

Favorite moment

When he's left in the tower and just messes around for a few days. I re-watch it all the time. It's very relatable too, I get sad and unmotivated after a day without having people to talk to as well. Also that scene from s3 ep1 when he's talking to himself in his room, I love his silly facial expressions, and "nothing tops a Super" has been burned into my brain.

Idea for a story

Fic wise? You'll just have to wait and see 👀

Unpopular opinion

I don't think it's really unpopular but his hair is so bad. I wasn't a fan of it in s3 but s4 made it so much worse. I'm also not a huge fan of his suit but that's for "it looks cheap and plain compared to the other ones" reasons.. like the abs on it look like the kind you'd see on a Halloween costume. It's weird.

Favorite relationship

In canon.. I don't really know. Gar's character felt it went from "DickKory's son" level of importance to just "oh yeah that guy" throughout the seasons. Gar's relationships with the characters (besides Rachel) is pretty surface level imo, especially in seasons 3 - 4. But whatever Gar's relationship with the Red is seems cute. It changed it's realm color for him and looks to care about him a lot through what I saw in the episode. He's clearly the favorite child and I love that for him.

Favorite headcanon

I got one too many of those, but him being able to purr is always a great one, and acting cat-like at times. Empty box? That's his now. Left a cup on the island? It's pushed onto the floor. Nothing is safe. He might have left a dead bird somewhere as a gift too, who knows.

And just for fun have some songs that gives me his vibes: Shapeshifter by Brye, The Garden by The Crane Wives, and Wild Things by Alessia Cara

It's Rach time 🖤

this is more your territory so I'm sorry if it's a little lackluster 😅

First impression

Precious girl. So precious. Must be protected at all costs. I really like this take on her powers and character.

Impression now

Much like Gar, she got the short end of the stick in the show tbh. She went from being the most important to a side plot thing which sucks. She should have had much more to do in season 4 since they were dealing with her family.

Favorite moment

I like a lot of her scenes in season 1 the most. Her interacting with the Doom Patrol was cute.

Idea for a story

That's your thing lol but I never liked how they always kept her stories tied to Trigon somehow in any media so I would give her a more unique story about something else.

Favorite relationship

She and Kory were my favorite for a long time but I've warmed up to her and Dick's father-daughter relationship because of you. So I choose them 💙🖤

Favorite headcanon

She's an artist who prefers painting over the other arm forms and painted something special for all the Titans members.

And some songs for your duo: Protector by City Wolf or Calm Me Down by American Authors, they have season 1 vibes

Thank you Mundi! 🖤💚

[nsharks]

Okay so I spent the whole morning (I spent most of it on TikTok cause I have the attention span of a humming bird) making a playlist for Ghost and Twix’s relationship and a few songs that compliment their personalities separately. I also made a little moodboard as the cover which took for fucking ever cause I’m really picky when it comes to moodboards. There’s no reason as to why there’s so many songs by the weeknd. I just love his music. Here’s a few of the highlights;

GHOST’S THEME;

I’m still standing by Elton John

The fourth line in the song is “you’ll wind up like the wreck you hide behind the mask you use” which can be interpreted both literally and figuratively. Ghost has his mask which he uses to hide his expressions plus he keeps everyone at arms length and uses his cold demeanour as a sort of mask itself.

TWIX’S THEME;

Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas City

This one was difficult I won’t even lie. I was looking through the playlist to find a song for Twix but honestly none of the ones I had in the Twist playlist were it. And then I found this one which wasn’t even in the playlist to begin with. But the lyrics go; I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more—which I think is perfect for her. She’s absolutely bone tired, starving and ready to quite literally off herself. We see that in the very first chapter when she meets ghost but she’s too stubborn to die. Not to mention the fact she’s kept her humanity despite the things she’s seen and been through. As for the voices, I interpret that as her family and Paul telling her to “carry on” because they couldn’t.

TWIST’S THEME;

do I wanna know by the arctic monkeys

This was a toss up between “as the world caves in by Matt Maltese” and this song. While the latter has a more apocalyptic feel to it, which could be associated with BB I didn’t want the song to be about that cause it’s a playlist for ghost and Twix—not the end of the world. The whole song just describes they way they feel towards each other. The uncertainty of their feelings, the complexity of their situation knowing they’re both emotionally unavailable. Especially with Simon, who we know wouldn’t even notice the fact that that he’s in love and would refuse to admit it. They dance around each other and they way they feel.

I quite literally analyzed every lyric until I found the right songs 😭. This was such a fun way to spend my time. The code is here if you want to listen to the whole thing. I also used a quote from the first chapter as the description I hope you don’t mind. I can totally change it to something else if you want.

OKAY I FINALLY GOT THROIGH LISTENING TO THE WHOLE PLAYLIST AND JUST WOW WOW WOW!

The thought and analysis and attention to the characters?? You are so incredible! I literally cried listening to this playlist. Thank you so much for sharing 💙💙💙

I absolutely love what you said about Twix.

(Where’s the mood board 👀)

[bougainvillea-and-saltwater]

1, 3, 5 & 18 from the couples ask please ☺️💙 (although u don’t have to answer 18 if u don’t want to, either because of spoilers or anything like that)

Thank you so much for the ask, Blossom!!! Answering these had me rolling into Writing Mode™ again! 🥰 1. What do they think of each other's family? And how does the family feel?

Things are a bit weird in the case of Miraak and Jia since they both have no parents alive anymore (even though Miraak has already come across Jia's mother through his visions, and he may meet her father too, perhaps in a dream/vision again...👀). Jia's family are the Companions, as Jorrvaskr was the place she was born and grew up, so Vilkas, Farkas, and Aela are like siblings to her. Miraak, even though not openly showing it, feels more or less the same intimacy with Jia towards these three—and generally, he somehow seems to share common emotions, either towards those she loves or those she hates. The same goes for Jia; the bitterness Miraak still has towards his father, who sold him to the Dragon Cult, she can feel it inside her exactly the same (I will elaborate more on this in the story). As for the Companions, in the beginning, no one trusted Miraak—especially Vilkas, who was the most suspicious and quite jealous of him as his love for Jia is not limited to brotherly... BUT! As the story goes on, we will see the Companions reevaluating their opinions...🥰

3. What's their favorite thing to tease each other about?

I can definitely see Miraak teasing Jia about the alchemy ingredients she can shove into her mouth. One would say it's kind of a turn-off if your partner eats a Spider Egg or a Giant Toe or a Skeever Tail, but Miraak doesn't care, not really; he just stands there staring at her tasting her ingredients, noting down their effects on her notebook and then shamelessly laughing at her when she rushes to the bathroom in light's speed. 😂

As for Jia, I think she would tease Miraak's inability to fit on a bed or pass an entrance without knocking his head on the doorway. He has to be reminded to bend before entering a room. 😂

5. How do they sleep?

Ah, sappy question; my forte!

They love spooning! There's no need to define who's the big spoon and who's the little, I think it's quite obvious. 😂 It's a sleep position they both love, since it allows them to feel intimacy, a feeling they both secretly crave. I imagine Miraak passing his arms around her torso or back and Jia embracing his hands as well. 🥺

I have another sleep position in mind, where Miraak lies on his back, and she rests her head on his chest. That would absolutely work for them too!

18. Would they have kids together?

👀👀👀

I suppose I can reveal this as it doesn't somehow affect the plot of the main story, so yes! They will end up having a daughter!!! I told you this before, but I'm this person who shamelessly enjoys sappy, too-good-to-be-true endings, where the blorbos live happily ever after... (after too much angst, of course). 😂🥰

(From this tag game!)

[m34gs]

Whatup friend! *sitting in a lawn chair even in the bad weather bc I'm delusional about spring, the weather is not good but the pizza ive got is holding up despite🍕🍕*

Do you prefer fics in jjk to be alternate universe, or canon? Have any favorite ideas you like to play with?

💙���💙💙💙

*Sits next to you and noms on the slice of pizza you're holding.* Hi friend 💜💜

Hmmm, my preference on JJK fics...hehe

I prefer alternate universe fics, or canon divergence! Those are my favourite types of fics, for any fandom in all honesty! I just love playing around with the different scenarios I can write or read the characters experiencing, and I love the world-building and lore that often comes with alternate universe fics! It makes me so happy :D

Favourite ideas for JJK...hehe. I definitely have a few!

Anything in which Yuuji is dating both Megumi and Sukuna. I love the dynamic between the three of them, and I love playing around with the idea of "Demonic Being Actually Gets Attached To Silly Humans And Will Fight Anyone Who Harms Them". Top tier dynamic, and since it's not happening in canon (at least not at the parts I've read this far) I love seeing it represented and explored in fics! Also, Sukuna has like, four arms. Who tf is gonna tell him he can't have both Yuuji and Megumi?

I am in love with the idea of a Mafia au where Sukuna is a mob boss, Megumi is the son of the rival gangsters, and Yuuji is Sukuna's happy-go-lucky bodyguard who everyone takes one look at and goes "why tf are you in the mob" until they see his strength and then they go "oh nvm yeah you belong here". (What roles do you think would be assigned to other characters?? I'm curious to know...👀👀)

Maki/Nobara. In Every. Fic. I love this ship with so much of my heart. Even if I ship one of them with someone else, I will still have these two together as part of a polycule. It's my non-negotiable. I seem to have like, at least one of those non-negotiables in each series I enjoy lol. (do you have a non-negotiable ship?)

Nanami/Geto/Gojo. I love this ship, especially given the backstory of the three of them and how Gojo and Geto interacted with Nanami during their student days.

All the angst for Inumaki. All of it. Why? Because I adore him. And what do I do with characters I adore? I hurt them. I put them in situations. I push and bend them until they break and show me what they're really made of... You know, like a god. Hehe.

These are some of my top favourite ideas for JJK aus/canon-divergence! What are yours? 👀👀👀👀💜

[shadowofchwe]

so it goes... | vernon chwe

Your honeymoon turns into an impromptu road trip after running off with your best friend the day of your wedding. Your feelings have certainly changed since the surprise turn of events, but you worry that Vernon's have too and formulate a plan to get some answers.

🌑 Pairing: bestfriend!vernon (getawaycar!vernon) x runawaybride!reader

🌑 Word Count: 5.4k

🌑 Rating: 18+

🌑 Genre: Best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, minor angst

🌑 Warnings: It's angsty at the beginning 🥹, Y/N is feeling insecure about their relationship with Vernon, mention of suggestive content, explicit language, Y/N starts plotting 👀, wet™️ Vernon needs his own warning, explicit sexual content, making out, marking/biting/scratching, angst makes a brief return, Vernon has a major Y/N sensitivity kink 🤩, groping, things go 0-100 real mf quick, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough fingering, multiple orgasms (f receiving), praise, strength kink makes multiple appearances, brief oral (f receiving), mention of face riding and oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (pls be safe), rough sex, wall sex, soft fluffy moments sprinkled throughout

A/N: Decided to do a follow up to getaway car because I just really fell in love when I was writing that couple and wanted to explore their story some more. This can still be read as a standalone though without reading getaway car first. I hope you enjoy if you decide to give it a read and thank you again for all the love and support on my fics 💙

Masterlist

You were going to kill Vernon. Well, maybe.

Your honeymoon turned runaway impromptu road trip with your best friend was nearly over. Soon enough, the two of you would be going back to reality, and back to face the consequences of running away from your own wedding. And running off with your best friend who’d secretly been in love with you for years.

These past few weeks with Vernon had been great, really. Driving endlessly with no real destination in mind, spending each night in a different town. Just like you’d always talked about back when you were teenagers. Two partners in crime and their getaway car.

It had all been so perfect. Except, you were starting to be convinced that maybe Vernon wasn’t quite as into you as you had both thought prior to your wedding escape.

To be fair, you were still coming into your own feelings. But you could feel them growing stronger with each passing day that you spent with him. You knew you wanted him, wanted this. And you’d thought Vernon had felt the same. Especially since his feelings had had a much longer history than yours did.

Which was why you’d felt so puzzled by the fact that during your time together, the two of you hadn’t gone any further than heavy making out and curious, but tentative, touches.

Vernon had always sparked a warmth inside you. He just made you feel safe and comfortable. At home. But when his lips were on you, his hands roaming your body, the only thing you felt was heat. Hot and blinding and all consuming.

Initially, you’d understood the mutual hesitation to rush into anything too much too soon. But now that you’d spent all this time together, and your feelings were more than mutual, giving into that desire, that craving, just felt natural. It felt right.

Vernon must have felt differently though because he always initiated the deescalating of every physical encounter that you’d had over the last couple of weeks. You’d be lying if you said it hadn’t made you absolutely melt inside every time that he had opted instead to just hold you in his arms. You’d found that you just loved being close to him.

But there was also a part of you that was absolutely burning for him. So bad you almost couldn’t stand it. You wanted him. Wanted to know him inside and out. Learn his sounds of pleasure. His expressions of ecstasy. You wanted to be on your knees for him. Ready, willing, and at his mercy.

Part of you was terrified that maybe now that he’d had what he’d wanted all those years, you hadn’t lived up to expectations and he’d changed his mind about you. Maybe he just didn’t want you the same way you wanted him. Not anymore…

Your heart sank slightly as you stared down at your open suitcase. Your mind had drifted while you’d been packing. Vernon had gone out to make sure his car was ready to drive back home tomorrow. Leaving you alone in the hotel room with your racing thoughts and a bag of half worn clothes.

You laughed drily as your hand smoothed over all the lingerie gifted to you at your bridal shower. With how fast everything had happened the day of the wedding, you really hadn’t had time to repack before Vernon swung you by your place to grab your bag on the way out of town.

You recalled seeing his cheeks flush briefly when one of the garments had slipped out onto the floor in front of him. You still hadn’t been able to figure out if the reaction was because of the lingerie itself or because it was your lingerie. It wasn’t like he had given you any kind of indication that he would want to see you in it.

He’d seemed so confident and sure when he’d grabbed you and kissed you the day of your wedding. For fucks sake, the two of you had literally fallen out through the window and onto the grass with how desperate you’d been to get closer to each other. You could still picture his cute, little, surprised face poking out from underneath all the layers of your massive wedding dress. Even then, seeing him underneath you had made you feel some type of way.

Your mind was exhausted. It felt like you had been going round and round about this for hours at this point. It was your last night together, and you really didn’t want it to be ruined by the fears and overthinking plaguing you. You stopped to think for a moment. Really think.

Vernon had gotten extremely flustered right before the first time he’d kissed you, and even a few more times since then. He had always had somewhat shy tendencies ever since you were kids. Maybe he was lacking the confidence to initiate taking things any further. Maybe the initiating would have to be up to you…

You lifted up one of the black lacy garments that was still clutched in your hand, an idea quickly forming inside your head. After all, you still had one more night.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, leg bouncing anxiously as you waited for the sound of Vernon turning the handle to signal his return. You were so worked up with nerves, that when the door did finally open, you jumped and your phone slipped from your hands and went clattering to the floor.

“Shit, sorry!” Vernon exclaimed as he made his way farther into the room, “Did I scare you?”

“S-Sorry. I think I was just a little spaced out.” you quickly replied before reaching down to retrieve your phone.

Vernon took a seat beside you on the bed, his knee lightly brushing against your own. You saw the worry swimming in his big, brown eyes when he turned to look at you, “Hey, did something happen?”

You shook your head, trying to make an effort to calm yourself. You felt Vernon’s hand on your cheek a moment later, gently cradling the side of your face.

“I’ve known you pretty much my whole life, and I know when something’s wrong. What’s the matter?” he pressed softly, thumb stroking across your skin.

“Nothing, it’s just…” you trailed off, your words escaping you.

Vernon’s eyes searched your face, a small frown pulling at his lips.

“Just what?”

Your next words came out in a rush, catching him off guard.

“Can we get dressed up and go out to dinner tonight?”

The cutest puzzled expression took over Vernon’s features, and he let out a nervous laugh.

“That’s what had you so worked up? Asking me if we can go to dinner?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Can we? Since it’s our last night together like this.”

Vernon closed the space between you to press a kiss to your forehead, and your skin warmed under his mouth.

“Sure. I would love to take you out to dinner, on a proper date.”

You felt the stupidest grin take over your face at his words.

“That sounds perfect. Why don’t you shower and get ready, and I’ll get dressed, and then we can go?” you suggested before pecking his lips.

It happened so fast that you were convinced you might have just imagined it. But for a split second you had felt Vernon’s hand on the back of your neck, snaking into your hair and trying to pull you closer. He retreated just as quickly though, leaving you feeling extremely confused yet again. You tried your best to shake it off as you watched him grab some clothes and disappear into the bathroom. Besides, you still needed to get ready yourself.

You had just finished tying your black, silk robe around yourself, seated at the foot of the bed with your legs crossed over each other, when Vernon emerged from his shower. Your mind immediately emptied itself at the sight of him standing there, wavy, chestnut locks dripping onto the floor below as he fumbled with the buttons of his black dress shirt. You could literally make out the water droplets scattered across his broad chest.

You were about to start drooling, and you honestly didn’t even care if he ended up catching you gawking at him. It was taking everything in you not to rush him from your spot across the room. When he finally turned to look at you, his hands froze over one of his buttons, and his eyes went wider than you had ever seen them. You giggled, satisfied that you had managed to surprise him, “You okay, Nonie?”

“I, uh, is that, um, is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” he stuttered out, a light blush already starting to creep up his cheeks.

“Actually,” you said, rising to your feet and making a show of undoing the tie holding your robe closed, “I think I’d rather eat in tonight.”

You let the material drop off your shoulders and to the floor, leaving you in the lacy, black lingerie set you had on underneath. You heard a strangled sound escape Vernon, his mouth opening and closing several times, but no words ever actually coming out. The man was literally speechless, and you felt a surge of confidence shoot through you.

You sauntered over to him, his eyes never leaving your figure as they hungrily drank you in. He inhaled sharply when your arms wound around the back of his neck, nails just slightly scratching against his skin. His own hands settled tentatively on your hips, and you could feel the way he was shaking.

You pushed up on your toes to press your lips to his jaw, nipping along his skin as you did so.

“Fuck.” Vernon shuddered out, his fingers just barely starting to dig into your skin.

You smirked against him before increasing the pressure of your mouth, determined to leave more than a few marks. Vernon’s hands spasmed at your sides, and you felt the vibration of his groan as it left his throat, “I swear, you are going to be the death of me.”

You just smiled again, hands leaving his neck to instead begin undoing his shirt.

“I want you, Vernon.” you whispered as your palms smoothed over his bare skin, and he shivered under your touch.

You clutched the sides of his open shirt, finally looking up to meet his eyes. His breathing was still coming out shaky, and there were so many emotions swirling in his dark irises.

"Will you have me?" you asked him, voice soft as you pressed yourself closer to him.

"Y/N, wait, I, we, I don't want you to feel like this is something you have to do for me."

He sounded sad, and your hands were immediately dropping from his shirt as you took a step back from him. You casted your gaze to the floor, shoulders drooping slightly, "Do you… Do you not want me like that?"

"Whoa, hey." Vernon voiced in concern, his hands reaching out and carefully settling on your arms, "What are you talking about?"

"It's just… Every time things start to escalate between us, you pull back. I thought maybe now that you finally had what you thought you wanted that…it wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for. I wasn't as good as what you'd hoped for." you informed him, your voice on the verge of breaking.

"Y/N, look at me, please."

You slowly lifted your head, and all you could think about was how pathetic you must've looked in that moment. His hands slid down your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own.

"I want you to listen to me, okay? You're not what I hoped for. You're better. So much better. I feel like I've been living in a dream these last few weeks. And the reason I haven't let things go any further is because… God, this is embarrassing to say out loud. Because it's you. Because I've wanted this and wanted you for so long, and I'm scared that if I give in to what I want… You just, you have no idea the hold you have on me. The power you have over me. It would be way too easy for me to lose control with you. Please believe me, I've been holding myself back this entire time because I would never, ever, want to put any pressure on you, or make you feel like you were obligated to do something just because of my feelings. But it has nothing to me with me not wanting you, and I need you to know that."

Your eyes threatened to fill with tears as you let his words sink in. This man really loved you. You saw it in his eyes and heard it in his voice. He loved you.

You caught him by surprise for the second time that night. You threw yourself forward and passionately crashed your lips against his own, swallowing the startled sound that tried to leave him. You pulled back just enough to be able to speak, "I want you to listen to me now, okay?"

Vernon just stared back at you, face burning bright red, and nodded.

"I need you to know, you're not the only one with feelings anymore. These past few weeks with you have been so beyond amazing. I've loved every minute we've spent together. And this, us, it's just felt so natural and comfortable. Like this is how it was always supposed to be. Vernon, you have to understand. You're in my head. My heart. You're under my skin. And the way I feel when you touch me, and kiss me…it's unlike anything I've ever felt before."

Vernon groaned, his head tipping back, and you giggled softly.

"Fuck, you are not making this easy right now."

"So stop holding back."

The words sounded so simple leaving your mouth.

Vernon swallowed, and you could see the conflicting emotions warring across his face.

"I'll lose myself in you. I know I will." he said quietly.

"So, then, let's get lost together. I trust you, Vernon. More than anyone. Do you trust me?" you asked gently, squeezing his hands that were still clasped in your own.

"Always." he answered without missing a beat.

You took one of his hands and guided it to lay over your pounding heart.

"You have power over me too, you know."

You led his hand further down your body, and Vernon's breath hitched.

"Feel what you do to me."

You helped slide his hand between your legs, right over your dripping core.

"Fucking shit." he hissed, and you pressed his hand harder against you.

"You said I have power over you." you started, pushing up to graze your teeth against his ear, "Show me."

You heard Vernon growl, and then you were being yanked back by your hair, a gasp escaping you right before his lips descended on your own. He kissed you with a furious hunger, his tongue diving in immediately, eager to taste you.

Your mouth moved against his just as fiercely, only faltering when you felt him starting to rub you over the lace. You sighed out at the stimulation, but it quickly turned to a full on moan as Vernon's lips trailed down your jaw. He used his grip on your hair to jerk your head to the side to give him better access to your neck.

He started to walk you backwards as his mouth seared across your throat, biting and sucking until you were letting out a whimper, "Fuck, Vernon."

His tongue soothed what must've been a freshly blooming mark, and you shivered as your feet continued to carry you across the room. Vernon busied himself adding more color to your neck, and your small, breathy pants filled the room.

Your back finally met the wall, causing Vernon to pull back momentarily. His eyes darkened as they raked over your swollen lips and marked up skin. Well, he had warned you.

His hand retreated from between your legs, his thumb swiping over your tender neck a moment later, making you wince slightly in sensitivity.

"I can't believe you ever thought I wouldn't want you. Angel, you're all I've ever wanted. You're all I think about all the time." Vernon rasped out, and a fresh wave of heat washed over you.

"When I go to sleep. When I wake up. It's always you." he went on, his body pressing further in on you.

His hot breath hit your ear, and you let out a sharp gasp when you suddenly felt him, fully hard, brush against your covered core, "When my hand is wrapped around my cock, you're the only thing on my mind. Your name is the only one I'm crying out. It's all you. Always."

"Please, Vernon," you begged breathlessly, "I wanna get lost with you."

"Anything for you, angel." he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss just below your ear.

He drew back, eyes watching your face intently. His hand left your neck, and he placed it above your head, caging you in between him and the wall. You were trembling with anticipation and need, awaiting whatever came next.

His other hand dropped from your hair and slowly began trailing down your body. He stopped to cup one of your breasts in his large hand, and your body squirmed beneath him in response. His thumb swiped over your covered nipple, and a whine slipped from between your lips.

Vernon's hand traveled lower and lower, until he was once again cupping you over the lace.

"I've thought about this so many times, you know. Thought about what you would look like." he breathed, his eyes growing hazier.

His fingers dipped under the material to meet your folds, and a moan escaped you.

"What kind of sounds you would make." Vernon continued, lust clouding his voice and his features.

At this rate, you were going to come undone before he had really even done anything. Vernon hummed thoughtfully, "Looks like I finally get to find out."

Without any further hesitation, two of his long digits pushed past your walls, and you cried out.

"Fuck, angel, so tight." he hissed as he drew his fingers back out.

Vernon was biting his lip in focus as he watched his fingers disappear inside you again and again. Something about being trapped and literally just having to take everything he was giving you made all of it feel that much more heightened, and had you hurtling towards your release that much faster. Your hands scratched against the wall, trying to find purchase, when a third digit plunged inside you, curling and twisting in all the right ways.

Vernon's thumb passed over your clit, just once, and your nails dug in harder.

"Feel good, angel?" he queried, chuckling slightly.

All you could do was nod your head as you continued writhing against the wall.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?"

You clenched hard around his fingers, and Vernon swore under his breath.

"Vernon...so close…please." you panted out, and then his thumb was attending to your clit as he continued harshly fucking you with his fingers.

The only thing still keeping you standing upright at that point was his body pressing against you, pushing you harder against the wall. You felt his free hand in your hair again, tugging tightly at the strands to keep your head in place and keep you looking at him.

"Keep your eyes on me, angel. Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart for me." Vernon voiced, his gaze piercing.

"Vernon." you moaned softly, your legs beginning to shake.

"I've got you, angel. You can let go." he coaxed gently as his fingers continuously stroked that spot inside of you.

Every part of you became impossibly tight, and then your release was coating his digits and your thighs as you gave a sudden, sharp cry. Vernon helped you ride it out, his fingers still moving slowly inside of you. You were in a daze when he finally withdrew them and just let them rest against your thigh.

"You know, all the times I thought about this, fantasizing, dreaming. They didn't come anywhere close to how unbelievably hot the real thing was."

You giggled tiredly, "Really?"

Vernon leaned forward to kiss your nose, your face scrunching up in response.

"Yes, really. That was honestly incredible. You were incredible.”

You flushed at his praise, and his hand released your hair to cup your cheek instead.

“You were incredible too. I don’t think anyone has ever made me come that fast before.” you admitted, your face burning as the words left your mouth.

“Fuck, please, angel. I’m literally holding onto my last shred of self control here.” Vernon groaned, his fingers digging in and gripping your thigh.

“No more holding back on me, okay? I want it, and I can handle it.” you said firmly, and since he was still pressed against you, you felt the way his cock twitched, even through his dress pants.

“God, I hope this set wasn’t your favorite.” he remarked, and you gave a confused laugh.

“What?”

Vernon just gave you a knowing look before lowering himself on his knees in front of you. Oh fuck. You were trying to figure out how you were going to keep yourself from sliding down the wall, when he dragged his tongue along the inside of one of your thighs, cleaning your release and making you squeal. He did the same to the other side, and your skin seared underneath his tongue.

The sensation was so distracting that you barely registered his hands gripping either side of the lace still covering you. Not until you screamed in surprise when he ripped the material with what seemed like way too minimal effort. The image of his muscles flexing beneath his shirt and the sexy look of sheer concentration on his face would definitely be imprinted on your brain for quite some time. Maybe for forever even…

“Need to taste you, angel.” Vernon murmured, giving you no time to prepare before his tongue was dipping between your folds.

“Fuck, Vernon.”

He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and one of your hands shot into his hair as you slumped back against the wall.

“Fuck, you taste even sweeter than anything I ever imagined.” he mused, and you nearly crumpled at the wild look in his eyes and seeing yourself shining all over his pretty lips.

The man already looked drunk off your core, and you didn’t think you could make it through him eating you out without passing out or passing away honestly. Plus, there was something you wanted even more right now.

“Vernon.” you tried, your voice still somewhat shaky.

He paused, letting his mouth hover over your center, “What is it, angel? Oh God, do you not like being gone down on? I guess I just assumed-”

“No, no.” you cut him off, shaking your head and giving him a reassuring smile, “That’s not it at all. Trust me, it’s actually one of my favorite things. Like ever. And the thought of you doing it to me is making me die inside right now. But, there’s just something that I want even more.”

Vernon quirked a curious eyebrow at you, making you laugh.

“Can you just come back up here, please? Before I get too distracted by your mouth.” you pressed, making Vernon chuckle this time before he got back to his feet.

“Okay, okay. But tomorrow morning before we leave, you and I have breakfast plans that include you riding my face.” he insisted, licking you from his lips, and your knees threatened to buckle.

“Only if those breakfast plans include me sucking you off.” you retorted boldly, and Vernon’s eyes practically blew out.

“I’m about to tear what’s left of this thing to shreds.” he growled as his finger slipped under one of the straps of your lingerie.

“Vernon. If you don’t fuck me right now, I am actually going to lose it. You’re not the only one struggling with self control.”

He made some sort of choking sound and you saw his dick jerk in his pants once again.

“Fucking hell, angel. Are you sure? I don’t wanna do too much too soon and end up hurting you.” he said back, voice laced with concern.

You gripped his shirt once more and made him meet your eyes, “Vernon Chwe. I want you to fuck me like we’re on our honeymoon. Until the only thing I can remember is your name and the way you feel inside of me.”

You could almost see that last bit of self control slipping away. You knew it was gone completely, when, as promised, Vernon took hold of the lace still covering your top half and ripped it right down the middle. You were quickly reaching out to push his own shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor below. You only had like a few seconds to marvel at his gorgeous physique before the top of his head was filling your vision as his warm mouth wrapped around one of your exposed nipples.

You moaned freely, hands tangling in his damp hair and pulling at the strands. One of his hands harshly groped your neglected breast, kneading the flesh while his tongue flicked over your perked bud.

“Oh my God, Vernon.” you whined, and he pulled your nipple between his teeth, making your vision go white for a moment.

His mouth was determined and hungry as he trailed his way to your other breast, and you had no doubt your chest would be just as marked up as your neck was. Your nails scratched against his scalp, making Vernon moan against you. He pulled off your other nipple with a pop, a visible string of spit trailing from your bud to his mouth.

His hands went to begin undoing his pants, and you felt your mouth begin to water slightly. He made quick work of sliding down his pants and boxers in one go, his hard cock springing back up against his stomach. You suddenly understood what he had meant about doing too much too soon and accidentally hurting you because he was fucking huge.

"Holy shit, Vernon." you said in awe, and his cheeks went red in response.

"Last time I'll ask, I promise. Are you sure, angel?" he questioned once more as his eyes searched your face for any sign of hesitation.

He wasn't going to find any though because you were sure about what you wanted. And you wanted him.

"I'm positive."

“Okay, then.” he voiced, hands settling on your hips, “Jump.”

You hesitated for a split second, mostly out of fear that you would make him drop you, but then you remembered this was the person you trusted more than anyone else. Your legs left the ground, and Vernon was waiting to catch you and wrap them around his waist. He held you up with surprising ease, and you couldn’t believe you had never noticed until now just how strong he was.

He carefully positioned himself, eyes never leaving yours. He pushed you back up against the wall as he started to slowly inch inside of you. You swore at the stretch, and an apology flashed across his features as he buried himself further. You clawed at his shoulders, tears springing to your eyes as he finally bottomed out.

"Angel, you're crying." Vernon spoke up, and you could see the panic starting to flood his eyes.

You leaned down to kiss him in reassurance, "Keep going. I'm okay, baby, I promise."

You felt him twitch inside you when you let the pet name slip. It had just come out so naturally. Vernon pulled out before pushing back in, a little faster this time, and your body moved up the wall slightly. It took a few more thrusts for you to adjust to him, but then all you could feel was pleasure as it burned through you.

“Taking me so well, angel. Shit, you’re so fucking perfect. You feel like heaven around me.” Vernon praised as he quite literally fucked you into the wall.

His hands were gripping underneath your thighs so hard that you weren’t going to be surprised if you were still able to see his finger imprints on your skin in the morning. You held onto him for dear life, cradling his head against your chest and burying your fingers in his messy locks.

“Vernon, fuck.” you groaned at a particularly harsh thrust, “Feel so good, baby.”

A mix of grunts and pants filled the air as he repeatedly speared you on his cock. It felt like the two of you were going to send the entire wall crashing down from your movements. The only words currently accessible in your vocabulary were his name and various curse words.

Vernon drew back to look at you, a soft moan escaping him.

“Fucking hell, angel. You look so gorgeous, all fucked out like this.”

He was a sight to behold himself. His wavy strands were once again soaked, from sweat this time, and they kept trying to fall over his eyes with each rock of his hips into yours. The muscles in his neck were visibly strained from the exertion of fucking you. His eyes kept fluttering every so often, and you found yourself taking a moment to admire just how long and beautiful his eyelashes were. Everything about him was honestly so beautiful, and you silently cursed yourself for taking so long to see it.

Vernon slowed down his thrusts briefly so that he could grab the back of your head and pull you down to connect your mouths. Your hands scrambled for purchase on his back as the two of you made out messily. At this pace, you were able to feel all of him as he hit so deep inside you that it was starting to make you see stars. You moaned into the kiss, your body beginning to tremble in his hold.

“You feel too fucking good, angel. Gonna be the death of me.” Vernon said in between the two of you lazily chasing each other’s lips.

“Vernon…close, baby.” you sighed out, clenching tight around him.

His next stroke had you feeling like he was reaching the deepest part of you, and you raked your nails down his back as your eyes rolled back. Vernon growled against your mouth, switching his pace so that he was once again pounding you into the wall. He really hadn’t been joking about losing control with you. The man was a total beast, and the way he was fucking you felt absolutely wild. Primal. And you were so fucked out of your mind, that all you could do was take it and babble incoherently.

You felt one of his hands slide around from under your thigh, and dip instead between your legs to rub your neglected clit. You screamed, that last bit of stimulation all you needed to push yourself over the edge. You sobbed into Vernon’s mouth, and he hissed as you came all over his cock.

“Angel, fuck. Such a good girl, soaking my cock. Gonna fill you up so fucking good, I’m almost there.” he grunted out, his thrusts noticeably losing their rhythm.

It was all you could do not to just go slack in his hold as he desperately chased his own high. Vernon chanted your name over and over again, kissing any part of you he could reach. He let out a broken moan, twitching inside of you before you felt stripes of cum painting your walls.

Everything felt so hazy as he carefully set your feet back on the ground before slowly pulling out, making you wince in sensitivity.

“Still glad I didn’t hold back?” he asked teasingly, smoothing some of the hair back from your face.

You gave a tired laugh, “You know, I may not be tomorrow when I can’t walk. But for tonight, it was so fucking worth it.”

Vernon kissed you sweetly, smiling against your lips. Your chest swam with warmth. All the pieces had really just fallen into place for the two of you. Getting caught up in a moment had never felt so good.

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Little Blue Hearts Update - Chapter 34

WHHAAAAATTTT???!!!

Good Saturday to you my Turtle Doves 😘

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I'm hoping to get another few chapters written and out soon. I want to be able to post my Christmas Special by Christmas 😅

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Proposal Cookies

~Leonardo~

My heart is so full.

Liv is awake.

Liv. Is. Awake.

I let out a sigh of relief as I take another sip of my tea.

I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed my morning tea.

Actually… 

I can't remember the last time I had my morning tea.

As I'm thinking over the last few days' events, Mike stumbles into the kitchen.

He looks like hell.

"You're up awfully early," I tell him, furrowing my brow ridge as he spins to look at me in surprise.

Oh geez. He looks way worse than I initially thought.

"Rough night?" I ask as he stumbles to the chair across from me, cradling his head in his arms that are laying on the table.

"Ashley's having nightmares, still," he mumbles to his arm.

"The one about the police station with that creep?" Asks Don.

What the? I didn't even hear him come into the kitchen.

"Mhm…" agrees Mike, unphased by Don's magical appearance.

"You look like shit," Mike giggles, lifting his head as he stares at Don.

I turn to study my brother's face, and Mike is right. He looks like hell too.

"And you're the picture of beauty," Don sasses Mike, making me chuckle.

"Is everything alright, Don?" I ask him.

"Yea. I just… I'm having really strange dreams," he tells us.

"It's all that meditation. It's screwing with your brain," says Raph as he saunters into the kitchen, headed right for the pot of coffee Don is making.

Raph? Coffee? Alright. Maybe I'm still in bed asleep.

"You feeling alright there bro?" Mike asks Raph, concern spilled across his face as he watches Raph pouring himself some coffee.

"Hmm?" Raph hums, his eyes darting around the room to each of us, who are all staring at him in horror.

"Coffee??" squeaks Don.

"Oh!" He says with a smile, "Michelle is on her way down to join Dad for breakfast. I thought I'd make her some coffee," he says, suddenly shy.

I glance at my other two brothers and we all have the same knowing smirk on our faces.

They're adorable, really. Just oblivious.

"Breakfast! Oh shit," Mike says, jumping up. "That's the whole reason I came in here!" He says in half a panic.

"What's the big deal?" Asks Don.

"I wanted to make some of those oversized cinnamon rolls with glaze that Ashley loves so much, before she has to leave for work!" he tells us as he hurriedly gets out his ingredients and tools.

"You want help?" I ask him.

"I would love help. Do you mind starting the dough while I mash the bananas and the cinnamon together?" he pleads.

I smile and get up to make the dough.

Don and Raph take a seat at the table and watch as Mike and I dance around each other in the kitchen with practiced ease.

I've always loved helping Mike in the kitchen. It's really nice seeing him in his element, and taking directions from him while he's in the zone. He's undoubtedly a natural leader.

But what I especially enjoy is watching him get into what he's working on; he's always so relaxed and peaceful. His entire demeanor changes. It's almost like it's meditative for him.

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I'm making two mugs of black tea just as the cinnamon buns are coming out of the oven. Black tea will compliment the cinnamon and sweetness of the breakfast pastry.

The kitchen suddenly becomes very lively as the rest of the household and Michelle make their way into the kitchen.

*Gasp* "You made cinnamon rolls?" asks Liv, a bright smile spreading across her face. She turns and looks at me, "Do you have any black tea I could have?" She asks sweetly, as Ashley walks with her arm in arm to the breakfast bar.

She knows how to pair tea to food…

That's it. 

I'm officially in love with this woman.

I walk over and set a tea mat and her mug of black tea down in front of her.

She wraps her hands around the mug and looks up at me, her gaze flicking from my eyes to my mouth and then back again. 

Those pretty lips of hers are begging for immediate attention.

I reach out and put her hair behind her ear, my hand cupping her face as it's on its way back.

One of her hands leaves the mug and wraps itself around the wrist of the hand that's cradling her face.

The movement is small, but I don't miss it.

She pulls my arm toward her - just a little - as her eyes stay focused on my lips.

Shit.

I'm leaning in when I hear Master Splinter clearing his throat, effectively snapping me out of my descent to Liv's slightly parted lips, my hand slowly dropping down to my side.

"I have been informed that you make wonderful chocolate chip cookies, Evelyn," says Master Splinter.

But Liv is in her own world… as she stares at my lips.

"Liv," Ashley nudges her cousin, "Master Splinter is talking to you," she whispers.

Liv just nods, dreamily.

The whole kitchen has stopped and Liv is now the focal point of the room, while her eyes are still trained on my mouth.

I can't help but smirk.

I reach out again and cradle her face. She turns into my hand, causing my breath to catch momentarily as her pout brushes against my palm.

"Love… uh, Liv," I correct myself quickly, hoping no one caught my slip up.

She looks up at me with eyes that are begging me to bring her back to the bedroom.

"Master Splinter wants to know about the cookies you bake," I whisper to the blonde beauty in front of me.

It takes her a moment, but she blinks herself back to reality, her face flushing while her eyes grow to the size of Jupiter.

"Cookies?!" She panics through a whisper.

"You make chocolate chip cookies?" I ask softly.

She nods frantically, looking mortified that she has gotten caught up in our little moment.

"Proposal Cookies!" Ashley tells Master Splinter with a smile, trying to save her cousin from horrendous embarrassment.

"Proposal Cookies?" Inquires Michelle as Raph opens a folding chair for her, that he just brought into the kitchen.

Liv smiles bashfully, "Yeah… I get teased by this one," she says, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Ashley, "because every time I make them for a company party or community event, people always tell me they'd marry me on the spot or they ask for my hand in marriage after their first bite," she explains, as her cheeks turn a pretty pink.

Well. There will be no more Proposal Cookies made for anyone outside of friends and family.

"These sound like quite the cookies," Master Splinter says with a smile on his lips.

"Liv! You should totally make some for everyone!" Ashley says excitedly, glancing at Mike.

The silent conversation is so quick I almost miss it.

"I can help if you'd like!" Mike says, glancing at me.

"What do you think?" I ask her. "I know I'd love to try these cookies," I smile warmly.

"Really? You wouldn't mind if I used your kitchen?" Liv asks Mike, hope and happiness brightening her already stunning features.

"I would be insulted if you didn't want to make these cookies in my kitchen," Mike tells her, pulling the biggest smile from her that I've seen in a while.

Good. Maybe this will raise her spirits.

"I, too, look forward to these cookies," says Master Splinter. "But perhaps we can rename them," he winks.

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Can I request Diluc and/or Tartaglia (depends if you want to do hcs for both of them) when their S/O, who isn't used to physical affection, hugs them from behind? 🥺🥺

Tysm in advance! 🦋💙

Genshin characters being affectionate with their s/o

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a/n: thanks for requesting <3 ive been quarantined for fucking years, i dont know whats physical affection anymore also do yall really read my notes?

Characters: Childe, Diluc x gn!reader

Diluc:

He might not seem to be a big fan of PDA but surprisingly he is, he would get more affectionate when you guys are alone tho.

Imagine Diluc being all lovey dovey with you`(*>﹏<*)′.

When you guys are in private he turns jello for you. He wants cuddles but he’s so shy to ask you for it!

Especially in the mornings when he woke up to his other side empty

Usually he would take his time to admire your sleeping fave but you’re not here

He goes downstairs upset like a sad puppy whimpering :( to see you in the kitchen making breakfast

When you’re cooking he sneaks behind you and circles his arms around your waist.

He would make an attempt to flirt saying “What’s cooking? Good looking.”

Tease him and he’ll immediately turn red!

He would burry his face into your shoulder and mumble “shut up”

Mornings with Diluc are the best 🥺

Childe:

The cheeky bastard would take any chance he has to make you embarrassed

He just can’t help it! Your blushing pink face is just too cute, it makes his heart melt.

He would randomly kiss your cheeks, just swing you over his shoulders or carry you in bride style in public

Please do forgive him, he’s possessive, he also wants to let everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours :3

You don’t get too surprised when he just puts his arms around your waist from the back

He’d put his chin on his head if you’re shorter or on your shoulder if you’re taller than him

You guys just silently enjoy the peacefulness while it lasts

Childe would then whisper a little “I love you” or “Thank you for being in my life” in your ear.

He likes to show his love vocally, after all you’re the one and only love of his life! You deserve the best <33

No matter how much he teases you, you’d know that he deeply loves you

Thanks for reading <3

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

I have some small Vince things to share. Talking about him makes me feel better and I'll admit, the sad has been wacking my ankles as much as I've been trying not to let it.

I've been thinking about it a lot but the way Vince would come up stairs to cuddle with you if you're in your room. It's the middle of the night, he's restless and exhausted and all he wants is to be close to you so he creeks all the way up stairs just to slip under your covers and hold you all night until he falls asleep. He'll try not to wake you but if he does end up stirring you he'll still be more than happy at the way you roll over to hold him back, giving a sleepy kiss on the top of his head while he snuggles his face against your bare chest.

Also, I think he's the type to just hold his partner's chest for comfort if they're comfortable with it. He'll just slip his arms around you from behind and grope and squeeze your chest in his hands, just holding you like that until he feels like he's had enough or until he feels like initiating with you. Just the comfort of having your soft skin to hold and squish makes him happy to stick his hands under your shirt any time.

I've also been thinking of how soft he'd be with you in the afterglow of taking you. He'd brush his lips over every inch of you, sweet touches and praise and adoration while he holds you against him. He'd hold you to his chest, his hands rubbing back and forth over your waist while he just takes deep breaths against your hair. He'd talk about how good you did and make sure you're doing okay, maybe even talking about how pretty you look after being used so much.

-💙

Of course talking about your husband will make you feel better! I’m here for you if you need someone to listen to you okay? Love and light to you!!!

It’s not often you sleep in your own bed when it comes to living with the Sinclairs, especially if you’re poly with them. You usually rotate beds, but every once in a while you like your space so you retreat to your bedroom for some alone time. That’s not to say you aren’t receptive if one (or all) of them come to you for a good snuggle.

Vincent has a really shitty sleep schedule, especially when he’s working on a project. So it’s often he’ll be up until the wee hours of the morning, and he’ll want to be comfortable—which means he’ll seek you out and crawl into bed with you. He tries not to wake you up, but he usually does. So you sleepily will pull back the blanket and allow him into your bed. He’ll immediately pull you to him and nuzzle his maskless face into your chest—his favorite pillow.

He is the type to grip at his partner’s chest for comfort. I’m not sure what it is about the Sinclairs but all of them are kinda like this—I think it’s deep seated mommy issues tbh. They like feeling your softness in your grip. So when he spoons you, Vincent will gently grip at you and sigh, snuggling close as he buries his face in your hair and gently kneads at your soft flesh.

Ooof aftercare with Vincent is always top notch. He makes sure you know he’s appreciative of you and your body and how you’ve pleased him so well. Lots of kisses over your entire body, and he’ll clean you up with a warm washcloth (or his tongue 👀) . He’d whisper soft words of affirmation and praise, running his hands over the expanse of your body. He’s so in love and you’ll know it!