#hatter fluff

[scp230kinnie]

So oh my god

Yes absolutely he is my third fav after Chishiya and Kuina

So here are Hatter / Takeru Danma Headcanons

Warnings: ⚠️ALICE IN BORDERLAND SPOILERS⚠️, fluff, kinda cringe as always

TAKERU DANMA / HATTER RELATIONSHIP HCS

I love him sm no words

Let’s pretend he’s alive for a minute

He very much reminds me of Klaus from the umbrella academy lol

His favourite song is Livin la Vida loca, I will not take criticism.

Karaoke god I’m srs. He tries to get you to do karaoke with him. Pls do.

Despite him being lowkey insane, he is an amazing lover 🫶

Just give him ur damn cards I swear

Okay so the whole bathing suit thing, doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman or anything else, he will admire you and how you look in a bathing suit

He hates it when you’re talking bad about yourself. He wouldn’t want anyone else saying those things about you, so why should you be allowed?

He smells really amazing I just know it.

Would kill for you, has killed for you.

He always either has an arm around your waist or you shoulders. He likes to be as close to you as possible

Likes it when you and Aguni get along well

He would probably be the type of person to draw on you with sharpie when he’s bored

Before the borderlands he did not have tiktok. So if you reference things like that he probably won’t understand most of it

His nicknames for you include Baby, babe, love, princess/prince, or a shortened version of your name if you have one

He thinks ur cute

He doesn’t care what you look like he just thinks you’re cute

Favorite place to kiss is ur hands and knuckles, or your jaw

He’s pretty laid back but he does get jealous really easily

He doesn’t show when he’s jealous you can just kinda tell by his mannerisms

If someone is openly flirting with you, he will not hesitate to get them shot

He prefers cats over dogs

To him, you are a god/goddess.

If you want anything, he will get it for you, or get someone to get it for you

He doesn’t like when you go to the games, but he knows you have to or else your visa will expire

He pairs you up with stronger and smarter people for games

If you get injured in a game, he will refuse to leave your side, unless it’s to get alcohol, he tries to convince you that it will make you feel better

He knows it’s against his own rules, but he tries to get you to hide a small weapon on you for your safety

Pretend he lives, when you’re both out of the borderlands (assuming you remember each other) he will propose as soon as he can

That’s all for now, If anyone wants any other characters, please ask.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Sebastian Stan characters finding out you’re pregnant » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

Pairings: Jefferson x Female Reader

Summary: Jefferson finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Fluff, language, pet name

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

The first words out of Jefferson’s mouth would be “Grace is going to be a big sister?”

He would be overly excited about having another baby. He’s happy that you’re the mother of his second baby.

When you and Jefferson tell Grace, she would be overly excited too and she would say “I get to be a big sister!”

Graces would be so excited to tell her friends.

This isn’t Jefferson’s first time being a dad, he would be a little more prepared than he was the first time.

Grace would want to be your little helper if you need anything. If you want a snack or something to drink, she’ll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat and drink.

Grace saying “I want a little sister.”

You buying a Grace a shirt that says “Big Sister” on it.

Grace would try to help you and Jefferson set up the nursery.

Jefferson talking to the baby everyday, especially every night before bed.

Grace would sneak out of her bedroom after you and Jefferson tucked her in for the night just to hug your baby bump and say “I didn’t get to say goodnight to sissy.”

Grace would draw you and Jefferson pictures and describe every single detail of it.

Jefferson wouldn’t mind the gender of the baby just as long as the baby is healthy.

Jefferson would have his hand on your baby bump at all times, especially when you two are cuddling and when you two are sleeping so he can be close to you.

Grace asking you and Jefferson where babies come from. You would giggle and look at Jefferson while he comes up with an appropriate way of telling his daughter where babies come from.

Grace wanting to take an ultrasound picture to school so she can show her friends her new baby brother or baby sister. She would tell them her little sibling is a girl without knowing it first, because she’s excited.

Jefferson being the gentleman he is would give you any kind of comfort like massages. For example, if you complain about your feet or back hurting, he’ll give you a massage.

You would feel a little insecure when your baby bump gets bigger. Jefferson would tell you how beautiful you are and the baby bump makes you even more beautiful.

Grace would shop for baby clothes with you and Jefferson. She would immediately go to the girl section of the baby clothes.

Over all, Jefferson would be excited and happy that he gets to do this all over again. Grace would be happy and excited too.

[mxnaluv]

Flowers pt 1

Pairing: HowlxFemalePresenting!reader

Featuring: Howl Pendragon

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship, Proposal, Mentions of Marriage

Summary: It's Y/N's Birthday so Howl and Markl surprise her!!

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: One suggestive part but it's not SUPER suggestive but very subtle.

I sat in the warm, cozy living room and idly read one of my favorite books, Pride and Prejudice. It had been my birthday today and I had been eagerly waiting for Markl to get home. He had been out with his new friends from Porthaven, so I had been left to myself in the castle. I had been feeling a bit lonely lately, and this book made me feel a little better.

  With Markl and Howl constantly going out, I have to do things to keep myself busy. Like trying out new recipes, reading the latest books, or maybe even walking around the town and talking to the people.

 But sooner or later, the words consumed me on the pages. I looked up from the comforting book and saw that it was getting late, and I hadn't eaten yet. I then got up and started to make some dinner, feeling a little guilty about taking my eyes off the book for even a second. I started to feel isolated and alone again, but cooking dinner gave me something to focus on other than my thoughts. 

Not long after, I heard the door open. I turned the stove off and looked behind me to see that it was my lover Howl with a bouquet of roses in his hands. "I'm home," he yelled and went into the kitchen.

 "Happy birthday, my love," he said, holding out the beautiful roses. ‌The roses were a light pink with a hint of blue. They were the perfect birthday gift. 

I gratefully took the bouquet and admired them. "They're absolutely beautiful," I said, "but you didn't have to get me flowers." 

"I know," he replied, "but I couldn't resist."

 These are truly beautiful Howl," I said, kissing him on the cheek. I put the flowers in a vase and continued to cook dinner. Soon, he came and helped me cook.

After a filling dinner with Howl, I started to clean up the cooking mess that we had made. 

Howl then got up from the table behind me, then hugged me from behind. I felt his arms snake around my waist, and I could smell the sweet scent of his breath on my neck. "I have something to show you," he said.

Howl turned me around so that I was facing him, then smiled and took my hand. He took me to the front door, then he switched the house door into our favorite place—the garden with a little cottage in the middle.

He opened the door slowly, and the sweet smell of flowers hit me. I looked to the outside and gasped. ‌Rose petals were headed towards two elegantly-dressed chairs, with another red rose in the center of the table. It felt surreal and dreamlike, like I was seeing this place for the first time. It was beautiful and magical, like nothing I had ever seen before. 

The moonlight shone perfectly through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the tablecloth with a soft, white light. The fields of daisies and sunflowers surrounding it were bathed in the orange hues of the setting sun. Having Howl by my side all felt like a dream come true. But every day with him felt like a dream come true.

He took my hand once more, then walked us to the table. We stopped in front of a chair and he let go of my hand, then he pulled out the chair for me. ‘Thank you Howl." I said as I sat down.

As he sat down in the other chair, Markl and his other friends came from behind the hill with a beautiful cake, which they then presented to me. “How did you guys know it was my birthday?” I exclaimed, surprised, and touched. ‌Their thoughtfulness and generosity touched me.    

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Markl said as he lit the candles. They began to sing a heartwarming birthday song to me, and I savored the moment by blowing out the candles with a smile on my face. The cake was delicious, the roses were amazing, and the company was warm and welcoming. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday. 

“Y/N, what did you wish for?” Markl exclaimed, drawing out the name. He seemed genuinely excited to hear the answer, with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. 

"If I say it out loud, then it won't come true." I smiled.

Howl then cleared his throat and stood up. I looked towards him and he started to take something out of his back pocket.

 I gasped once more as a hand went over my chest as he then got down on one knee. The atmosphere was instantly transformed into something magical and peaceful. 

It was a delicate platinum ring with a heart-shaped diamond mounted in the center of the band. My eyes teared up with happiness as I saw the ring for the first time. I couldn't contain my feelings and started to cry.

"Since you were there for me through all of my ups and downs, I have always loved you. I can't imagine going a day without you by my side. Will you marry me?" He professed.

 I got up from my chair and held him as tight as I could, never wanting this incredible, magical moment to end. ‌I was in awe of how lucky I was to have him in my life, and how much I loved him. “Of course I’ll marry you Howl!”

I could tell that he was extremely excited and nervous about this, and I was too. He hugged me back tightly, then he pulled away and put the ring onto my finger. It was the most sentimental and emotional moment of my life, and I'm happy that I could share it with the one person who had been there for me every step of the way. 

[lys1th3a]

Rough sketch of Cammyverse Scriddlehat I made last week. The design for Jon is heavily inspired by @paninityl bc I love Latino Scarecrow.

I would also like to thank @bluesfreakingart for getting me into this ship

[minnieshrine]

Requested [Yes] No

Ask and you shall receive @herbyzung .

Tw: Smut, Biting kink, baby making, slight public sex (no putting it in)

When you started dating aguni after everything happened, (the borderlands and whatnot), you never would’ve expected him to be so…caring.

Aguni is definitely a scary dude. He scared you at first. But sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself but imagine..what he’s like in bed. And lucky for you, he was making your fantasies come true.

He couldn’t help but stare when the heat bounced off of you, Making you zip down your sweater and show some cleavage. Small or big, Aguni was definitely a boob type of guy. Even if you were a dude, he wouldn’t miss a chance to suck and bite on your sweet flesh surrounding your nibs. Except, that was only a fantasy.

You both never had sex with each other before.

Sure you had sex, but not with each other. But this time, he was sure to make it happen.

He watched as you unzipped your sweater, revealing those sweet breasts of yours. They were covered in sweat and shining like a trophy that Aguni sure knew he won. You fanned yourself off, aiming for both your face and chest. Aguni couldn’t help but stare.

You were currently having a meeting with all the exclusive members of the beach. The only people who knew that you and Aguni were a thing was Kuina, Chishiya, Samura, Ann, Hatter and Niragi. Niragi always teased you both about dating, but he never went too far. (Surprisingly.)

Aguni continued to stare at his lovers chest from across the room. But what he didn’t know, is that a few people were watching him in his daze.

“Aguni.” “What?” Aguni snapped back to reality as he heard his name leave Hatters lips. You chuckled as he finally realized he’s been caught red handed. “Looks like Aguni’s got a little something on his mind.” Niragi teased, gesturing towards you and your chest. You slapped his shoulder before he can say anything else.

“Would you like some alone time?” Ann also teased, trying to get Aguni back on track. Aguni let out an awkward cough. “Cut it out. He was just in a daze. What were you saying Ann?” You spoke, trying to save your boyfriend from more embarrassment. Aguni rubbed the bridge of his nose in embarrassment as Ann went back on topic.

You sent a Glace over to your boyfriend as he tried to focus on the topic, but looked back at your sweet eyes. You gave him a smirk and a wink, and surely, he was blushing like never before. He snapped his attention back on Ann which made you chuckle a little.

A little fast forward, everyone started to walk out except you and Aguni. “Aren’t you guys coming?” Asked, Kuina. You shook your head no and gave her a wink and Aguni just stared at her. “Ew.” She let out before grabbing Chishiya’s arm and rushing out.

Aguni turned his attention back to you and crossed his arms. “What we’re you thinking about?” You asked as you slowly walked towards him. Aguni realized what was happening and surprisingly got nervous. He let out a small groan, not wanting to answer. You completely took off your sweater and let it fall as you kept making your way towards him. Aguni swallowed hard at the sight, knowing what you were doing.

You placed a hand on his firm and tensed arm, slightly messaging them. “No need to be so tense.” You kissed his muscles which made his jolt. You admired his sweet, big arms. This is what you scored? Awesome. You took his hand out from beneath his arm (if that makes sense) and kissed his knuckles. You noticed the clench he had on his jaw. You tippy toed and kissed his jaw, hoping to help him relax. But instead, you pushed the wrong button.

Aguni lifted your easily from underneath your armpits, making you squeak. He sat you on the table and leaned down to kiss your collar bone. “Aguni..” you whispered as he got down to right above your chest. “Your so sexy.” He mumbled, swooping his hands right under your ass and messaging them.

Aguni stopped for a moment, but only to take off his tank top. You smirked slightly as you admired his body. He didnt exactly have abs, but he had a small stomach with big pecs and huge biceps. And girl lemme tell you, that was all you needed to get horny. You put your hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him. You’ve kissed many times before, and they always felt so exciting. You spread your legs slightly so he can put his hips to yours. He thrusted his clothed member against yours. You let out a muffled moan, forgetting his tongue was still down your throat. Aguni hit your clit with his tip, making you jolt ever so slightly. He moved the thin fabric covering your ‘area’ and messaged it with his thumb, separating his lips from you to get a better view. You moaned the most exciting moan he’s ever heard.

He replaced his thumb with the clothed tip of his member and grinder on your clit. You but your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, praying that no one would hear you if you moaned too loud. “Fuck, Aguni.” You let out a breathy moan. He leaned in, making your mouth inches from his shoulder. “Go ahead, bite me.” “What-“ you got cut off from his electrifying dick thrusting between your folds (woah). You jolted and bit down on his shoulder. He let out a small moan in your ear. A biting kink perhaps? He pulled one of his hands away from your ass, pulling his pants down slightly so his member would pop out.

You couldn’t see anything other than what was behind Aguni’s shoulder. But when his dick came in contact with your, yk, your eyes widened at how big it felt against you. You could feel the tip all the way to your stomach. “Don’t worry, I won’t put it in.” He reassured you. You exhaled from your nose as your mouth was still occupied with flesh from his shoulder.

He started moving his member up and down between your folds. Your legs continued to jolt every time his tip would flick your clit. He fastened the pace, desperate to come. You bit down harder on his shoulder, earning a groan escaping from his teeth.

You can already feel a weird sensation in your stomach. You moaned his muffled name against his shoulder as you started matching his pace. You squeezed your arms around him, digging your nails into his back. You could feel yourself becoming closer. The breathing you felt on your neck send shivers down your spine. “Fuck, [Y/n]”

And just with that, you let go. You let out the loudest muffled moan, you were sure someone heard. Aguni stopped, but you continued to rub against him, riding out your high.

Once you finally stopped, you let go of Aguni and leaned back, resting on the table in exhaustion. Aguni took his hand to get ahold of his member and jerked off, biting his lip and staring intensely at you. You lifted your leg and ran it up and down his hip, helping him drive his high.

He finally came, making a slight mess on your thighs and letting out a deep groan. He let go of his lip, which was now slightly red. He let out a sigh and leaned down to hug you. You chuckled as he placed his head on your chest.

“Your heavy Aguni.” You Said with a laugh. He didn’t answer, just a mumble. “What?” You asked, looking down at him.

“I love you.” He repeated. You rose your eyebrows in surprise. “I love you too.” You said as you wrapped your arms around him

[knoepfl]

Tea for Two ||

Characters:

Jervis Tetch (Mad Hatter): A whimsical and charming man with a penchant for tea parties and a deep love for his dear partner.

Reader (You): Jervis’s beloved, joining him for a tea party filled with warmth and affection.

Trigger Warnings:

None

Masterlist

Words: 509

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In the dim glow of Jervis's tea parlor, a delicate porcelain teapot steamed between you, filling the room with the soothing aroma of chamomile and lavender. The space was cozy, draped in whimsical charm with mismatched teacups, vintage lace, and little rabbit and mouse figurines scattered around, as if you had fallen right into Wonderland.

Jervis sat across from you, his gaze fixed on you with a loving twinkle in his eye. "My dear, you’re the vision of Wonderland’s finest," he said, lifting the teapot with an elegant flourish. He filled your teacup with a gentle smile, watching the golden liquid pour in a smooth, steady stream.

You gave him a warm smile, lifting the cup to your lips. "And you're the kindest of hosts, my Hatter."

Jervis practically beamed, his cheeks tinged with happiness. With a contented sigh, he picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup, only to pause as a soft, hollow sound echoed from the spout. He turned it over, frowning as a single, solitary drop fell into his empty cup. His brow furrowed, and he looked at you with wide, pleading eyes that shimmered with a childlike innocence.

"Oh, my dear," he sighed, his lips pulling into an exaggerated pout. "It seems my teapot has betrayed me!" He gazed at you, eyes widening ever so slightly, a hint of a sly smile hiding behind that innocent look.

You couldn’t help but laugh, setting your cup down. "Oh, Jervis," you teased, leaning forward as if pondering a great dilemma. "What to do… The last cup, all mine…" You let your voice trail off, watching as his lips curled into an irresistibly cute pout, his lower lip jutting out just a little.

"Perhaps a trade, my love?" he murmured, inching closer, his hand reaching for yours.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing on your lips. "And what would you give me for it?"

Without hesitation, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, soft and gentle, his hands cradling your face tenderly. He tasted faintly of the raspberry tart you’d shared earlier, and his kiss held all the sweetness of a storybook romance. When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled with delight.

“Will that suffice, dear lady?”

“Oh, I think it might,” you laughed, sliding the cup to him with a fond smile.

Jervis lit up, lifting the cup delicately, his fingers dainty around the handle. "Oh, thank you, my dear, my wondrous queen of hearts!" he exclaimed, bringing the cup to his lips with a gleeful look that made him seem like a child savoring the most wonderful treat. He took a slow, savoring sip, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

With a happy sigh, he set the cup down, his hand slipping back to yours. "There’s no tea, no Wonderland, and no magic as splendid as the one I find when I'm with you," he whispered, his voice soft and sincere. And in that warm, quiet moment, it was clear that even without tea, his heart was more than full.

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[ginnyw-potter-archive]

The Tram Stop: A Tale of Date Accidents and Incidents

Inspired by The Loyal Companion: A Tale of Bad Dates and Good Whiskey by the lovely @sophie-hatter-jenkins

Harry gets stood up not once, but twice and the girl at the tram strikes up a conversation, noticing the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The first time he gets off the tram too quickly and doesn't know how to contact her. The next time, he is ready to ask for her number.

Harry stared ahead of him blankly, clutching the flowers. Pristine and bright in colour they seemed to mock him. He placed them on the bench beside him at the tram stop. He checked his phone to see no notifications whatsoever.

He watched the first of many drops ripple the water from a puddle that hadn’t had a chance to dry up yet since the last time it had rained. When they began to fall in quicker succession, someone who had been waiting outside of the stop stepped under the roof. He picked up the flowers again in case she wanted to sit.

He didn’t look up as she mumbled a thanks and sat down beside him, brushing her long red hair out of her face.

“Stood up?” she asked. “That sucks.”

Surprised she spoke, he looked up to meet her eyes, brown and warm and tracking over his face.

“Likely,” he said with a nod. “If I’m being optimistic, perhaps she has been hit by a tram and didn’t reject me.”

The hint of a smile danced around her lips. “Darkness. I like that in a man.” She looked at the phone that remained in his hand. “How long ago were you supposed to meet?”

“An hour and a half,” he responded. “Not a single text.”

(Full oneshot on AO3)

[mlem2460]

EAHF:

switched at birth au & y it ADDS to the story instead of taking away fr it

1) i get y people dont like the 'apple & raven being switched at birth' reveal undermining their whole stances on the storybook & their destinies cause that WOULD BE redundant & a terrible execution HOWEVER

2) think of the ✨possibilities✨

3) of the absolute ABUNDANCE OF ARCS available to all after the reveal

raven's frustration at everyone FINALLY believing she can be good, but only because they are ONCE AGAIN reducing her to her BIOLOGY rather than her actual character n struggling the keep her stance for choice over destiny & running the risk of rejecting the acceptance that she's been chasing being within her reach for all the wrong reasons, (extra spice for having to face resentment from some rebels for her new storybook happy ever after & no longer being encouraged to have outbursts but expected to have the emotional intelligence of a white after being partially raised by the most deranged queen in history)

apple being left by so many royals (not all tho, be fr) for being 'evil' & not knowing if she should be upset cause yes: they're supposed to friends, but no: they are following their destinies as they should, but yes: if she's supposed to be evil now resentment is good-but in an evil way? cue a jekle&hyde level of seconded guessing & doubt because she was raised to be good & she has strived to be kind everyday of her life but now she has to be evil to follow her destiny & oh this feels horrible, should she apologize to raven for the pressure she placed on her?, but no she's evil now and she shouldn't apologize for anything ever, but she feels horrible, but if she's evil is she supposed to feel horrible?, or should it feel good to do bad?, what does she do??

royals having to decide if they're more committed to being good friends or following their destinies

rebels having to decide if they want their leader to sign for a happy ending most of them dont get, resent her for that same ending, or pressure her into staying a rebel the same way the were pressured to follow their destinies

dexter panicking cause yeah! raven is amazing & everyone should see it, but oh gosh pls dont let daring be her prince that would be too much, but he wasnt supposed to be prince charming either?!?

briar struggling to support her friend (cause obv she not abandoning apple) but not knowing how to help apple in her struggle to try to stick to being a royal as the new evil queen when she herself is a rebel

maddie being 10 toes down for her bestie since day one & accidentally wreaking havoc on royals who cant actually be mad cause that's the mad hatters daughter & trying to make her conform would encourage rebel ideals of going against ones destiny but HOW IS THE TEA ROOM UPSIDE DOWN & THE GOWNS OH FOR THE LOVE O-

royals, sidekicks, henchmen, villagers, etc all across the kingdom now having concerns about children whos traits dont line up with their parents or whatever else

i personally hope grimm has an aneurism

it's easy to say the evil queen switched them for sh*ts n giggles & thats fun for its own reasons BUT what about the infinite possibilities of other culprits??? snow white sees her daughter has dark magic? switched. whoever ravins dad is tryna get back at the evil queen? switched. random bumbling henchman/sidekick doing a lil whoopsie? switched. concerned citizen tries to keep innocent child fr the evil queen & the delirious post-labour evil queen tries to take back her child? switched. jealous ex-lover or bitter sidelined sibling/relative? switched. magic? switched. hotel? trivago switched.

A N D every characters stance, feelings, etc are changed depending on how & y the switch even happened in the first place

In Conclusion:

don't let this au flop because of poor execution

[lantanasmuttyfanfics]

Raven and dexter?

I’m so so sorry for not replying sooner, I just hit a bit of writers block with this one but I still hope I delivered what you wanted!!

Just a disclaimer commissions are back open!!

And because I got a rather angry message from someone telling me that I was misinforming all of you because my user and bio say ‘smutty fanfics’ while not all are smutty please add in your requests if you want the fic to be smutty or fluff

But regardless I hope you enjoy!!

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Dexter was not looking forward to thronecoming.

He wasent the type to like big parties and loud music like Briar Beauty and his older brother. He instead liked to sit with a good book and a small amount of company to pass the time, but as a Charming it was basically law that he had to attend.

So now he was stuck trying to figure out a way to ask out his long term crush, the infamous Raven Queen. Who dispite her reputation and lack of willingness to abid by her destiny was a rather sweet and nice girl who cared about other people’s feelings.

That he admired about her a lot, where in a world full of fake smiles she was a true and genuine beacon of truth and sincerity. That made the prospect of asking her out even more scary, sure they were freaindky and he would consider them friends but what if she was being nice only out of her natural sweet personality.

His anxiety was eating away at him and his older brother Daring and his roommate Hunter had started to notice his overwhelmingly quite self. “What’s wrong bro?” Daring slung an arm around his brother as they made their way to heroics class.

Dexter only shrugged and turned to look at anything else but his brothers discerning face, “nothing just some stuff on my mind.” At this point Hunter decided to join in on the conversation as they now stood in front of their teacher.

“You sure? Because your being more quite than usual.” At this point Dexter had given up on trying to hide his dilemma and instead opted to take some advice from two of the most relationship successful guys in the school.

Daring seemed to have everything figured out with his destiny and many flings and Hunter was as steady as a horse with Ashlynn. “Well… I’ve been thinking that maybe I could ask Raven out.” Both guys paused for a second before Hunter clapped him in the back.

“If that’s what you want then why not.” Dexter internally rolled his eyes, so much for good advice. “Yes little brother if that is the girl you want to take to the thronecoming then go for it.” Dexter again rolled his eyes internally before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah but the problem is I don’t know how! I mean how do you go about asking out a girl like Raven. She’s so… special and kindhearted and open and-.” He quickly closed his mouth as he realized he was entering into one of his rants.

Finally realizing his little brothers problem Daring gave Dexter a smirk as he pointed to the bleachers, “well for one you can be a Charming and use our effortless genetics to your advantage and be charming. The ladies always love a charming man.” The last sentence was directed at Hunter who only chuckled.

Dexter on the other hand turned to look where his brother was pointing only to find, Raven and Cupid sitting by the bleacher with a mirrorpad. Dexter felt his face burn as his eyes connected with Ravens for a brief second before he hurriedly looked away.

Just how could she be this fabeulous? Her hair was shining in the sun which cast a amethyst glow to her surroundings and her eyes sparkled with light as she laughed at something Cupid said. She really was the most perfect girl he had ever seen.

But as he thought back, his eyes trailed back to the bleachers to then land on a certain love expert… who was more than likely to be of bigger help to him than these two doofuses next to him. With his kind made up he turned back to his teacher and counted down the minutes till he could track Cupid down.

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He found Cupid fairly quickly after his class ended, she was walking back to her dorm when he saw her again.

“Cupid!” The said girl worked around and smiled while fixing her hair. “Oh Dexter what can I do for you?” He fumbled with his thumbs choosing his words carefully.

“Well you see there’s this girl that I really really like… but I don’t know who to ask her out. I want to take her to the thronecoming.”

Cupid bit her lip as he continued to ramble on until she reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder, “Dex I think the best way is to be… direct. Just tell her and everything will turn out fine. I’m sure the girl would more than lucky to have you as a date.”

Cupid gave a little squeeze to his shoulder while Dexter thought over her words. Being direct wasn’t something he was good at, but if Raven liked direct then that’s what he’d be.

Smiling he leaned forward and gave Cupid a smile as she fluttered her eyes. “Cupid… thank you now all I have to do is find Raven.”

She stumbled back and gave him a once over as he pivoted on his heel. Life really was unfairest to those it didn’t favor.

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Dexter felt like he had walked around the entire school before he found Raven. She was still sat at the bleachers, only this time with Maddie as they seemed to have a tea party of sorts.

He felt his anxiety rose with every step as he thought over the words he had practiced over and over in his mind. What if she thought they were childish? Or maybe she didn’t like directness.

It was too late to back out either way as the next second Maddie shot up and exclaimed his name for the entire school to hear. As she sat back down he made eye contact with a rather surprised Raven, swallowing and taking a deep breath he fixed his jacket before slowly approaching.

Raven watched him curiously as she could see the stress and anxiety oozing out of him, which if he knew how obviously stressed he looked he could probably faint from embarrassment. When Dexter was finally in front of Maddie and Raven, he looked between the two girls wishing that Maddie would somehow understand and leave them alone for a second.

“Hey Dexter. What are you doing here?” His eyes snapped to Ravens as he stammered for a second before answering “oh I- um just that I wanted to ask you something.” Raven smiled and scooted over so he was sitting beside her and Maddie.

“Sure. What’s up.” He looked between the two girls and mastered up all the courage he had before he turned and took Ravens hand in his “I was-.” He was interrupted by the sound of clocks going if at the same time as Maddie suddenly jumped up.

“Oh would you look at the time the rabbit came out the bag and the turtle has to climb the tree.” They both looked at her with a perplexed expression as she bounced of to who knows where. “So Dexter what was it that you wanted to ask.”

Raven gave his hand a reassuring squeeze as she leaned it unknowingly, Dexter on the other hand very much noticed causing him to have his breath catch in his throat. “Right yeah umm so Raven. Would you.. like to go the thronecoming with me.”

They both paused for a second but for different reasons. Dexter paused because of the completely unromantic way of asking her and Raven paused because she couldn’t wrap her head around that Dexter Charming as in her long time crush Dexter Charming wanted to go to the thronecoming with her.

When she continued to not answer he started to get up, his face reddening in embarrassment. “You don’t have to answer tha-.” Raven cut him of as she sprung up and smashed their lips together. Dexter stumbled back in surprise before he gripped Ravens hips and kissed her back with just as much force.

Once they pulled apart they both panted for a few seconds before Dexter asked “so is that a yes?” Raven gave him a deadpan look as she circled her arms around his neck, “definitely a yes.” She didn’t let him answer as her lips were back on his in a second.

Their peaceful moment was cut when they heard the cheerful voice of Blondie saying to her mirrorcast “well there you have it! An other couple confirmed are going together to the thronecoming! Now if you ask me that sounds just right!”

As the mirrorcast turned of Raven and Dexter both groaned and gave Blondie an annoyed look but she only gave them a smile and wave as she spotted her next victims, Sparrow and Duchess.

———

He thought he was nervous to ask her out but he was even more nervous now that he was waiting outside Ravens dorm with his brother beside him as they waited for their dates. “Don’t be nervous bro! Just be your… charming self.”

Dexter rolled his eyes and gripped the flowers even tighter as he heard the door creak open and the sound of Apple Whites voice say “come on Raven our princes are waiting!” As the girl said that he thought he saw his brother flinch for a second before he was distracted with the sight of Raven.

“Hey Dexter.” He gulped and handed her the flowers quickly as he rubbed the back of his neck turning to see Apple softly giggling at him. He paid her no mind tho as Raven returned a second later, “you look fabelous Raven.” She gave him a small smile and put her arm through his as they followed the pair in front.

Once they finally entered the ballroom, Raven was quick to pull him to the dance floor after much persuasion and a tiny bit of guilt tripping. In all honesty tho Dexter was ready to fall to his knees as soon as Raven made her request, the want to make her happy overriding his fear of dancing and embarrassing himself in front of her.

He twirled Raven before bribing her back to his chest as they danced along to some tune Melody Piper had out on. It was a slow yet energetic song that many of the couple decided to dance and him and Raven were no different.

As he went to dip her down she giggled and threw her head back before coming back up and meeting his eyes. As they did he felt his breath freeze in his lungs, and his heart beat rapidly for her eyes shone like the starry night above.

Unconsciously he leaned forward and pulled her closer by the waist as he finally connected their lips together again. The kiss was sweet yet passionate and Dexter had found it was starting to become his new favorite taste.

Blondie was correct, this was just right.

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Hope you enjoyed and again please specify from now on if you want a smutty or fluffy fan fic in your commissions

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

My Papa Thinks You’re Pretty » Jefferson

Pairings: Jefferson x Teacher!Reader with Grace

Summary: Graces gets her dad (Jefferson) a date with her teacher (the reader).

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Have a great weekend, everyone!” You say to the class.

Everyone shuffled out of the classroom as you packed up.

“Papa!” Grace says, running up to Jefferson.

“Hey sweetheart! How was school?” Jefferson asks, hugging her.

“Great! You have to say hi to Miss. Y/L/N!” She says excitedly.

“Grace, I don’t think—” He was interrupted by Grace.

“There she is!” She pointed at you. “Miss. Y/L/N!” Grace shouts.

You looked at her and smiled, walking towards her and Jefferson.

“Do you need something, Grace?” You asked, looking down at her.

“No. My papa wanted to say hi!” She smiles.

Jefferson smiles and started blushing uncontrollably.

“Hi, Mr. Hatter.” You say with a smile, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Call me Jefferson.” He shakes your hand. “How’s Grace doing in your class?” He asks.

“Amazing. She one of my star students and my favorite.” You say, smiling down at Grace.

“That’s great.” He smiles.

You three stood in silence for a moment until Grace broke the silence.

“My papa thinks you’re pretty.” Grace says.

Jefferson’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned red in embarrassment. You smiled and blushed.

“Your papa is handsome.” You tell her.

“You two should go on a date sometime.” She suggests.

“Grace, she’s probably busy.” Jefferson says.

“I’m free tomorrow night.” You smiled. “Pick me up at 7pm.” You say.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll see you then.” He smiles.

“It was wonderful talking to you guys, but I have to go home and grade papers. I’ll see you Monday, Grace and I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jefferson.” You say with a smile.

Jefferson smiles and nods as you walked away.

“Remind me to thank you tomorrow.” Jefferson says to Grace.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[sunshine17daisy]

MISCELLANEOUS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Sunshine and I am an asiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

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WEDNESDAY ADDAMS

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JOEL MILLER (The Last Of Us show)

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ELLIE WILLIAMS (The Last Of Us show)

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GILBERT GRAPE

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ARNIE GRAPE

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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[foxgloveprincess]

Cuddling at Home

Word Count: 650

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes (including Mild Daddy Kink), So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess). Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

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“Don’t,” he begs, hooking his scissors on the wall by his work station and turning in his seat, “don’t do this to me.” His eyes are pleading, brow tilted in his efforts.

You hum a blithe tune and ignore him, continuing to bundle yourself in blankets and quilts in the corner with your stuffed animals. Nothing feels better on a winter morning than this. Even if he’s not going to join you and insists on working. The fire roars across the room, keeping the cottage cozy and warm, perfect. You take a peek over at him—just to see his reaction, not to tempt him, oh no, not that, maybe a little. 

He sighs and hangs his head, glancing over with a playful glare. The way he rises from his chair, despite his show of annoyance, is graceful and swift, hurried as you wrap a blanket over your head like a hood and cover your mouth to hide the smile that wants to break free.

His groan as he approaches tickles your ears and you can’t help the responding giggle. It’s a pathetic sound, but full of his surrender. And completely fake. He’s loving every second of this flirty exchange, especially the parts where you respond—just like always.

“You’re too cute, baby,” he grumbles, close to a whine but far too teasing. He slumps to the floor in front of you, crawling closer and burying his face in your lap. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re being so adorable.”

“Sorry,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. “I can stop?”

He nuzzles closer. “Impossible,” he refutes with nip of his teeth to your thigh.

You chirp in startled amusement. Fingers tugging on his hair at your instinctual flinch. He pulls your hands away from his head and drapes one over his shoulders before sitting up and catching your eye with the stormy crystal of his.

“We need to get you warmed up,” he insists, feeling the frosty touch of your digits with his lips. He breathes warmth over them and you lean forward to rest your forehead to his. A twitch of a smile quirks at his lips before he starts to drag you closer to the fireplace, grabbing even more blankets along the way.

“I thought you needed to work,” you object with the slightest tinge of cheek.  It’s good-natured, a concealment for the genuine concern. Your eyes flick to the half-finished hat sitting on his work table. Even as you follow along with his guidance and find your place beside him.

Settling you both by the fire to lean back on the couch, he pulls you into his arms and uses a finger to boop your nose. It scrunches in response before you find yourself the center of his attention.

“Needed to hold you more,” he replies with a shrug, tangling your legs together as they stretch out before you—making it near impossible for you to get away, not that you would want to.

Your hands cover your face at the cheesy line, spoken with such sincerity that your cheeks heat in response. Your lips press together, holding back the smile that threatens to expose your overwhelming joy. How he can just says things like that when the mood is so lighthearted—it always catches you off-guard, but you love it every time. Still, doesn’t mean he gets to know that.

“No,” Jefferson insists, pulling your hands from your face with his own and holding them away, “let Daddy see your pretty face.” His lips trail from cheek to cheek across your nose before he says, “There’s my pretty baby.”

You shove at his side with a pouty frown, barely able to move him or his arm over your shoulder. His chest shakes with a laugh, but he pulls you closer. A kiss lands on your forehead. You crack, smiling. How could you not?

[putridement]

"it’s killing me..my wonderland is destroyed..my mind is in ruins!”🗝️🔪

ALICE MADNESS RETURN OUTFIT INSPO + MY HANDMADE TOOTH NECKLACE. :) (still working on it tho.)

note : yes, the tooth is mine.

[and of course, do not steal my pictures. thank you.]

[iepurasdepraf]

I... don't have the editing skill or knowhow to make something pretty to put here so you just get me talking, isn't that fun?

Arkhamverse Jervis Tetch x reader

Warnings: Female reader, bondage, fingering, ah... hm... that's all I think for this.

I just felt like it was getting a little long, but it's tasty as it is also, a whole thing on it's own really. If you want a part 2 let me know and maybe I'll finish what comes next, yeah?

@callsigncrash - You asked to be tagged.

A half sunken portion of a major city left to mold and crumble would normally make for an interesting if morbid opening for a fairytale or maybe an overeager young adult post-apocalypse novel the author didn’t have the technical skill to pull off. As would taking shelter in the attic of an abandoned townhouse. Turning that damp den into a passable hidey-hole for two lost dreamers to overwinter in, safe from the frigid water that was always seeping in and whoever else was creeping around what remained of Arkham City. Which was more than you’d think, really.

The man who called himself both mad and a hatter was in the midst of all that folly. Calling out to his friend with glee “Oh look! Mary Ann! Mary Ann, come look!”

An expert in making trash into treasure, the finding of Christmas lights sent him reeling into a giddy state. He had woken up bright eyed and bushy tailed and hadn’t lost that spirit for an instant even in the rising water and inclement weather though she’d woke finding herself far less hopeful. She’d barely slept at all in fact. 

However, said Ann of Mary didn’t look away from the ladder she’d been staring down at for the past hour or so even though normally she would have come with a skip at his beck and call putting a damper on the Hatter’s excitement somewhat. “Mary Ann?” Once more did not answer his call, it was as if she didn’t hear him at all. This was a vice versa of their usual and Jervis wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was his schtick to be lost in his own head after all. She was out of character!

He took offense at first, how dare she not give him her full and undivided attention! Then after a moment and impulsive thought wrangling he pouted. It wasn’t like she was one of his pawns. She had her own thoughts and feelings and- what was she looking at anyway? 

With lights in tow and shuffling in oversized boots, he makes his way over to peek over her shoulder. Mmm… water? Just water and soggy furniture. How boring. Not even anything swimming in it. Stinky, smelly thigh deep, to him, Gotham Bay water. 

More important than all that though was that she was frowning he noticed. Poor sweet Mary Ann, was she scared of the water? Worried? It wouldn’t come up this far. That’s why they were up so high.Though maybe she didn’t know that he considered. She’d not experienced Arkham City as he had after all. 

“Mary Ann” He said one last time, a little tersely this time, and when she didn’t respond he tossed the lights over her. Tangling her up like a tuna in a net to drag her deeper into the attic away from the distracting portal to a dreary reality. “Jervis!” “There she is!” “Get this off me!” She laughed over it luckily, amused as ever with his wiley antics. He couldn’t recall her ever getting mad at him for being himself. Maybe that’s why he felt so secure in being himself with her even if that meant doing something silly like tangling her up in Christmas lights. “What is this?” “Why, I’m so glad you asked! They’re lights. Fairy lights, Mary!” “I’m very happy for-” He pulled the wires tight playfully and she came to attention in a way he’d never seen before. So quiet, so red in the face. Ah. Jervis was mad, but not a fool. He knew that look. Seems they both just learned something about dear sweet Mary Ann. 

What fun! 

Something to pass the time then? Something to… distract her. That was a passible excuse. “Sit up for me, won’t you?” Oh, she was so obedient! Quick to do exactly as she was told now, just needed a little incentive. The wad of lights were easy enough to untangle. He had more than enough practice after so many years of decorating hideouts and set ups to get them undone in a jiffy though all that talent was then turned on it’s head to truss Mary Ann right back up nice and neat. Easy enough to make a harness, easier still to bind someone’s arms behind their back. He’d done that oodles of times. That delicious thigh meat dressed nicely, so thick it muffined around the strings. It would normally bring him to distraction, but right now he had just as lovely things to savor so he had to force himself to peel his eyes from the sight. 

He’ll be back later, thighs, just give him a moment. He has to bind shin and ankle so they can be bound to you, you see? 

Making dear Mary Ann kneel so sweetly on the floor that he just can’t resist showing her that being bound so specifically had it’s own benefits. A pull of the wire wrapped around his gloved fist and those loving binds squeezed coyly in all those tender places she could have ever wanted them to. She made the sweet mewls to prove it even after he let go.

Perfect, it was all so nearly perfect, but wasn’t quite. No, he had one thing left to do. “Don’t move.” She looked back in her partially bent forward position, but didn’t otherwise move which was fine and good. He beamed at her scrambling to get the dangling overhead light which he had to hop for to plunge them both into total darkness. “Jervis?” “Trust is essential, Mary Ann,” His disembodied voice said while seeming to float across the attic “You trust me, don’t you?” Without so much the pause for a breath she answered “Yes.” leaving her breathless when the generator roared to life on the other side of the room and the multicolored Christmas lights jumped to life around her revealing a grinning Jervis still crouched down from plugging the lights into the power strip. Oh yes, he was very willing to burn gas for this, for her. 

He looked utterly mad in the flittering light with that smile. Wide hazel eyes taking her in like he could physically consume her with them. Anyone else would be terrified of him, but not her, no. No! Not Mary Ann. Silly girl was arched and eager for him to come closer. They’d never done anything like this before. Such a shame! Such an interesting first time! More than made up for it by his math. 

“You’ve never looked more like Alice.” Her eyes went wide at that. There was too little time between the comment and Jervis dropping to his knees in front of her to respond. Even less between that and him pressing his lips to the corner of hers after lightly holding her chin to tilt her head just the way he wanted. He kissed her bottom lip, the top lip, the other corner. Teasing her until she whined about it before pressing his lips to hers and she learned his kisses were like him. Completely overwhelming. He didn’t kiss once in a long slow maneuver, no. He kissed her once, twice, a hundred times then finally slowing down to let her only gasp between them. 

He loved how she trembled, how she gave in. Pressing her chest to his while he let her desperately kiss him back while he enjoyed every sweet exchange. 

He had to indulge himself a little, didn’t he? Couldn’t let her have all the fun.

“Good. So good for me.” Jervis cooed treacly as a dove letting his hands wander as they pleased. Dressed in blue with the cutest pinafore and sweet as can be. Not Alice, but someone close enough for comfort. Someone you could confuse for Alice, but not her, no. He’d forgotten his logic for it at the moment. Was it that she cleaned up better? Mn, it wasn’t important. Mary Ann, dear darling Mary Ann in his arms was. Just a few more kisses he told himself. Just a few more. His tongue slipping in her mouth made them both swoon. Hers was soft and shy. His bold and brash, tasting her like Eve tasting the forbidden fruit and with the same fervor. If you're going to damn yourself it might as well be with gusto. Or in this case turn a friend into a lover. No going back in any case. 

“Jervis…” Down, down the rabbit hole or what felt eerily similar while he kissed his way down her throat to the very top of her chest. He couldn’t go lower and find flesh. He’d not thought ahead and undressed her before tying her up. More's the pity, but there was always later for that sort of fun. Instead he turned her gently, careful of her knees on the eeky creaky old wood of the attic floor while making sure to give the lights slack so as to not pull the plug out of the loose socket.

Hello, Thighs. Did you two miss him? He missed you. Oh, yes he did. He’d never had this much fun adjusting the clothing under someone’s binds before. At some point he’d not taken much notice to, he’d peeled his gloves off and tossed them a little too hard across the room to be found another time. Entirely to eager to finally feel the flesh of those absolutely maddening thighs against his palms. He didn’t have much feeling in his fingertips anymore. Too many scars, too many callouses. How long had it been since he’d felt someone’s thighs shaking like this against his own? How long had it been since someone made such thrilling noises that made every atom of his being vibrate with wanton desire just from his touch? He couldn’t recall. 

The Hatter managed to focus himself, moving pinafore and skirt around to the front and out of his way eventually between giving into the baser instincts his brain sent painful throbbing impulses to his groin demanding. Touch her here, feel her there. Cup right where you know she wants you to and call her yours just to make her whine and pant. A little pause just holding her close to make sure she was still with him before exposing those bloomers he’d spent so much wretched time getting the lace just right on.

“Next time I get it in my head to tie you up,” He whispered resting his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her hips so he could tangle his fingers in the light cotton fabric of the offending underpants “Be a dear, won’t you, and remind me to undress you first.” “I-” She didn’t get the time for a proper response. She didn’t really need it, did she? He ripped the seam open with a grimace and she let out the most pleasant squeal. “I can fix them later.” He assured as if it mattered. 

“That’s better isn’t it?” It was for him. Lord, was it. “Hm?” “Mhm.” “Now now,” Jervis tutted “I am a man of words. Use them.” She liked it when he was bossy. When he got that growl in his lilting squeaky voice and it dipped low low low to a rumble. It made her shiver and flush normally and though right now her poor face couldn’t get anymore red she managed to peep out a “Yes! Much better!” that told him he was doing everything right. “Good girl.”

Heavens to Betsy, if she wasn’t wiggly before she certainly was now and much to his delight he found out exactly why when he let his fingers go where they were naturally inclined. “Oh my…” Jervis breathed, ghosting just the bare tips of his fingers along her slit. It was hard to tell who was more worked up at this point. The way he clung to her while his fingers slipped into her to feel exactly how much she wanted him of all people was something poets would drool over. That rarely felt realization of what was generally revolting being wanted and oh how wanted he was. “Jervis- Oh my god!” He grinned, nuzzling his face into her hair. She didn’t know he knew how to do this and it was a little funny. People always mistook madness for innocence. He’d lived through the 70’s darling, this was vanilla cream in a lavender darjeeling. He’d bitched this pot before. “Hm, Jervis be nimble, Jervis be quick.” He squeezed her tighter and let his thumb find her clit to rub while his fingers fucked her hard and fast making her arch her back in her binds and shake while calling out his name over and over like a mantra. She didn’t last long at all, no, not after everything and came with all the flash and splendor he dreamed she might. Soaking his fingers in a way that made him nearly regret not skipping straight to the point earlier. “Jesus Christ-” “Not too bad for a lunatic?”

Poor girl could only huff out a few laughs at the silly rhyme after she’d come down a little then moaned low and long in relief in pleasure while sagging against him. “Don’t get too comfortable, darling,” He cooed, wrapping the leashlike cord of lights he’d left for the express purpose of a moment like this around his fingers after he’d pulled them from his lover to give her a little breather, only pulling hard enough to bring her back to attention with a meep. 

“That was just the foreplay.”

[devinescribe]

Plants

Aguni Morizono x Reader

HE IS SO TORTURED AND IT MAKES ME SAD

Pre-borderlands, Hatter playing matchmaker , cursing i think that's it

You owned a flower shop. That was really all that needed to be said.

You had always loved plants from a yound age, always taking care of your garden.

Next door to you there was a hatter. He was rather excentric and always said hello to you.

"Goodmorning (Y/N)!" He chirped, walking through the door with a smile. "Goodmorning Takeru," you said, placing some of your rose bushes out into the greenhouse area. He followed behind you.

"So... if my friend needed desperate help with one of his house plants... would it be a bother if he came to ask you for help?" He asked suddenly. "A friend?" You asked, opening up a bag of soil, adding some of your compost into it,, mixing it around. "Yes! A friend, uhm he.. has this plant and it is just not doing well. No matter what he does with it," he explained. "Ahh... I see. Well, you can tell him I'd be more than happy to help," you said with a smile. "Thank you! I'll be sure to send him in later,"he said, leaving you to your work.

You sighed, wiping your forehead from the sweat. There was dirt on your hands, and you heard the bell for the door chime. You sighed, walking up to the front part of the building.

"Hello, how can i-"

"(Y/N) I brought my friend!" The man said excitedly.

You looked shocked at his outburst.

"Alright calm down Jesus... (L/N) (Y/N)," you introduced to the tall man.

"Morizono Aguni... it's a pleasure to meet you. Takeru won't shut up actually," he muttered.

You giggled. He swore that his heart must have been beating at the speed of light when he finally took a good look at you.

You were gorgeous. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair put into (H/S). And your beautiful (e/c) eyes. Your skin was glowing, as if you wore glitter, but he knew it was probably from the exptensive care you took of it. Especially since you worked out in the sun most days. There was dirt smudged on your face and on the cute overalls you had on.

"So, you gonna keep staring or actually talk to her?" Takeru whispered to his hest friend. The stoic man looked away shyly.

He had seen you around obviously. If you closed early you'd help Takeru. If not, you two would close at the same time everyday. Many days he passed by to talk to his friend and watched you lovingly take care of each and every plant.

He remembered watching you cry over a vase that a kid had broken. Not while they were in the store, but you cried over it. Maybe it was about the plant and not the vase, but still.

You smiled. "Morizono, Takeru here told me you needed help with a plant, yes?"

He nodded. Why would his his friend lie to her about that. There was really an easier way to do this, like just say he wanted to meet you. But his friend oh so into theatrics had to lie.

"So what kind is it?"

Fuck.

"Hydrangea."

"Ugh, they are so picky," you mumbled, grabbing some different things around your shop.

He watched you mumble to yourself, grabbing things and putting them back. Then he noticed his friend had left.

He felt bad that you were frazzled running around the store for a plant that he most definitely did not have.

“(L/N), it’s ok you don’t have to do all that,” he said.

“Oh? But your-,”

“Doesn’t exist. Made it up because I wanted to talk to you… just didn’t know how to start conversation,” he explained, a bit embarrassed.

You blushed.

“Oh… well… in that case, would you like to go get dinner or something tonight? Get to know me?” You asked with a bright smile.

He smiled back and nodded.

“I’d like that.”

Takeru watched from the outside shop window and jumped in glee. Finally you two would stop being cowards and just talk.

“Another job well done by me if I do say so myself.”

So sorry for the short chapter!